#that reminds me i have ask meme to answer oop

[astrumocs]

Inspired by Lin's ponies to draw a couple of my own.. i've never drawn an mlp before let alone a horse, but they were still fun to make even if they're a lil jank, <3 And ofc it's Julius and Odarem featured here, my special guys,

[not-sewell]

ALSO 8 and 12 from the asks u reblogged for all ur detectives 👀

oop hello 👀

answering questions from this ask meme!

8. Find and name at least one trope from tvtropes.org that fits your character (or the plot surrounding them.)

Mona: empathetic healer, beware the nice ones, badass bookworm

Dinah: cute bruiser, the McCoy, "you remind me of him"

Arzoo: gentle giant, combat stilettos, pursuing parental perils

Nimah: the ferryman (vibe-wise), the Spock, walking techfix

12. Create them using any picrew maker EXCEPT drastically change their hairstyle and put them in an outfit they’d never wear. (Don’t be shy, attach the resulting image and let us see it!)

made using this picrew!

Mona: got Mona out of her usual t-shirt, comfy jeans/cargos and her emotional support leather jacket to a more 💅 outfit. also clearly played around with her hairstyle. 👀

Dinah: Dinah in academia. that's it. that's the post.

Arzoo: dumped Arzoo's silk shirts and comfortable, chic pants and switched it for something sporty-ish? also played around with her hairstyle because i began to have fun with this. :3

Nimah: i just think Nimah should begin to realise and grow into her chill potential. also might consider actually giving her a sleeve tattoo 'cause 👀.

[glaivenoct]

Title ask: Calm my storm

Thank you for sending one! <3

(Made-Up Fic Title Meme Here - Still accepting these!)

Alas, I can never answer anything short and simple, can I? Oops ^^;

Hmm, this one kinda reminds me of something I randomly talked about on twitter about a month ago or so. It feels like it'd be the perfect excuse for a fic about Noctis finding out about Nyx's PTSD.

This is headcanon stuff - but I always liked to think that when Nyx was younger (Correct me if I'm wrong, but he joined the KG in his early 20s I think??), he kinda shrugged things off and thought he could deal on his own rather than getting help. Whenever I think of 32 year old Nyx, I think of someone who's no longer in denial that he has PTSD, accepted help, and has worked hard for the last five years or so to overcome it.

Has he improved? Yes, but given that PTSD isn't a curable thing and that he's still an active soldier in the midst of a war - I think it's fair to say there's plenty of room for triggers, bad days and such.

I mean the whole premise of this fic would be going off the moment in the movie where Nyx zones out next to Libertus while watching the other glaives warp in the training the yard. He zones out and, well, I interpreted it as a flashback of a time he got disrupted mid-warp because he heard Selena's cry in his head. And maybe he didn't catch himself that time. Maybe he's had more than one moment like that in the past, and there have been times where Libertus, Crowe, Pelna or any other glaive has had to step in and catch him before he got hurt.

Basically, I want that to happen for the first time in front of Noctis. At this point in their relationship, Nyx hasn't even remotely mentioned the PTSD. Mostly because I don't see him as someone that would openly bring it up if it's not currently affecting him in a negative way. Not only that, but deep down there's that part of Nyx that doesn't want to worry or "burden" Noctis. (Nyx please love yourself)

But you can sure bet when Noctis worries when he witnesses that! I think even before they got into a relationship, Noct knows he'll never truly understand what Nyx has and continues to go through. At the same time, I see him being in awe of Nyx from the beginning; because he's at least aware that with war comes loss, tragedy, physical/emotional/psychological tolls, and he knows Nyx has managed to withstand a lot of that already. He's never seen any signs of those deeper psychological scars until now.

After Nyx has finally snapped out of it, is back on his feet and confirmed okay even though he almost wasn't - I want there to be that private moment between Nyx and Noct. The one where Noctis asks what happened and Nyx kinda just brushes it off because he doesn't want to say what it really is.

"Does that happen a lot?"

"Every now and again." Nyx'll say it so nonchalant, take a quick swig of the water Noct got him and the deflect with that charming, happy-go-lucky smirk. "Don't worry about it. It's just a warping thing."

"I thought you don't get dizzy and nauseous like everyone else does."

"I overdid it," a careless shrug, "that's all."

"When? You weren't warping before these exercises."

"I said don't worry about it, Noct." He'll say firmer and slightly irritated, smirk gone. "I'm fine."

But he's not, and Noct will witness more signs for himself over the next week. The flashbacks, nightmares, ect. And all Noct wants to know is how he can better help/support Nyx.

Ultimately, I of course want it all to resolve in Nyx opening up about the PTSD to Noct. I've always wanted to write something where Nyx is able to come to the understanding that it's okay for him to let himself be cared for and protected rather than just being the one who protects and cares for everyone else. I wrote that vibe in let me take care of you, but Calm My Storm would be kinda the starting point for it in NyxNoct's developing relationship. This is where a big part of their trust in each other would start to strengthen, and remind them that being vulnerable with each other isn't something to be scared of.

And it's feels like that that really just sucker punch me in the heart man ;u;

[xlucy-in-the-skyx]

For the fic author ask meme! N & V

N: So, this isn’t a new fic idea per se but I’d say it counts for this because I haven’t actually written it yet. It’s a Harry Potter au where two siblings from Ilvermorny transfer to Hogwarts after their father (a US ambassador to the ICW) is sent to oversee the Triwizard tournament in response to the events of the Quidditch World Cup (primarily the MoM’s failure to secure the event + quell the resurgence of the domestic terrorist group the Death Eaters). I’ve got a whole lore document, outlines, character sheets, etc. etc. but I never got around to writing it for one reason or another. Honestly, I think it’s for the best that I didn’t write it then because now that I have a better understanding of American fascism, I think a lot of the themes and worldbuilding that I created for the American wizarding community will be much more cohesive, grounded, and intentional (if that’s the right word). Happy to share the google doc if anyone’s interested.

V: Ooh this is such a tough question for me hahaha. Obviously the most memorable are the long comments that aren’t afraid to dig in to the story if only a little. I love rereading comments just as a reminder that I’m making something that other people actually find engaging/enjoyable. There’s an SPN fic that I started in 2013(?) and then scrapped and rewrote in 2016(?) that I never ended up finishing (oops) but a fairly large SPN author for the Dean/OC ship left a review on ff.net in which they complimented the way I’d decided to follow the canon timeline of the show in an interesting way (slotting my story in the events without just retreading the episodes) and  the worldbuilding/lore for my OC. Particularly how she’s a bit of the chosen one/the special trope but ultimately a subversion of that trope + that she’s flawed in an interesting/real way. Aside from the obvious confidence boost a complimentary comment will give me, I really appreciated this one because it pointed out things/brought these aspects to my attention in a way I had never considered before. I’ve always been wary of/worried that I might write a Mary Sue or just a fundamentally uninteresting/bland OC so to have someone signal to me “hey! You’re on the right track” is super encouraging. With the trope subversion, I hadn’t even realized I was doing that until they pointed it out and when I went back to do some edits and as I continued writing I leaned in to that because I found that they were totally right. I guess that’s what I love the most about comments that are willing to engage in even a little bit of analysis because writing for me is such a collaborative endeavor sometimes in the smallest ways. Just having someone give you their first impressions can reveal so much that helps make the final product what it is and without stuff like that I often find myself stalling on projects.

Hope these adequately answer the prompts lol I tend to yap  

[blujayonthewing]

WELL SINCE YOU ASKED! :D what's the best way to get to know your d&d OCs?? do you have a collection of info about some of your favorites somewhere? a series of memes? writing pieces? I'd love to have a good starting point to get to know them!

AHH HI HEY HELLO FIRST OF ALL I LOVE YOU FOR ASKING!! I wish I had a good, like-- something succinct to answer with, lmao. I have an OC About Page on my art blog, but it needs updating and isn't accessible on mobile :') I've been meaning to do pinned posts and/or make a carrd or something to intro all my OCs, I just need to get around to it... and like, since all I ever draw or talk about is my OCs I've been meaning to make it a point to prioritize it haha, so, I think that'll be my immediate post holidays project 🤔

as it currently stands, I tag everything related to my OCs both on main and on blujaydoodles with that OC's name, including answered asks and memes and stuff. I also keep up running '[oc name] insp' tags for everyone on main but idk if those would be of interest to anyone but me lmao, they're mostly like, vibes and shitposts and/or aesthetics that remind me of that OC in some way

for now, aside from that about page, I can at least link to their tags (on here, cause I reblog everything from the art blog anyway) :3

Elyss is my water genasi ranger! she's spent half of her life feeling isolated from and unwanted by other people and the other half of her life living alone in the woods, and has spent the entire campaign being surveilled and influenced and betrayed by forces outside her control absolutely constantly, so she has a lot of Issues around love and trust and belonging and control, and a lot of trauma that her campaign's circumstances just keep compounding :') also she's a kill machine, and also she's my longest-running dnd character and still my favorite, my beloved girl

Idri is my forest gnome rogue! she's an arcane trickster whose dad wanted her to go to Wizard College but who opted to join the circus instead because studying tomes all day sounded boring, and when her mentor at the circus died she quit to join an adventuring guild looking for fame and excitement (and to just kinda opt out of processing her grief entirely oops lol no thanks bye) Her campaign is dead in the water so I don't talk about her as much anymore but she's still my lil sunbeam and I lov her ;n;

Juniper is my human druid! She comes from a long line of druids; specifically her family are traditionally the village Wise Woman, but she ran away from home to apprentice with cartographers instead because she's a big nerd (and struggles with suffering and mortality and doesn't think she'd make a very good full time village healer at all tbh) In her campaign she's the only one without, like, Severe Backstory Trauma and she's a mom friend with a martyr complex trying to solve everyone's problems while being wildly out of her depth to relate to anybody else, so she's anxious all the time :'). Also she's FINALLY dating the monk after like two real life years of obliviously mutual pining <3

Aubree is my halfling fighter! She's a lil bit of a roughneck, but fiercely good-hearted; blunt, loud, picks fights she knows she can't win if it's worth making a stand on principle for what's right. She also has a boar called Truffles, whom she found and adopted as an abandoned runt and now rides (and dotes on, that's her best friend). She also died three sessions into her campaign, but she got better, so the story around all of that is, you know, The Whole Thing this campaign is about and oh man it's been A Lot

Melliwyk is my gnome wizard/ artificer! At the beginning of her campaign, the art of creating magic items was eons-lost in her world, so, her whole thing was trying to rediscover or reinvent that process. Now her campaign is mostly about unraveling ancient mysteries (good! her whole jam!!) and uncovering deeply evil and complex conspiracies (wuh oh, not so good!). Her whole thing is she wants to learn EVERYTHING and try EVERYTHING and her originally intended vibe is 'low wis chaotic mad scientist who is blithely unconcerned with risks or consequences', which, she's had a lot of character growth and gained a lot of depth but that's still the heart of her as a concept. Also she has Magical Narcolepsy as the result of a failed experiment, so she spends a lot of time collapsing into an ungainly heap or being carried around in someone else's backpack

Nyssa is my satyr warlock! She's one of my older dnd OCs but there's not as much to say about her because I've never been able to play her regularly :') She's a sweet, gentle creature from a small and closeknit hedonist utopian satyr flock in the woods, so when I have played her it's been a lot of playing with the dissonance in 'gentle pacifist whose warlock magic is mostly aggressive' and 'a satyr trying to navigate Society, with like, clothes and money and (as far as she can tell) no sex for some reason??'

Felix is my NEW BOY that I fixated on instantly despite only getting to play him like. three times. and his campaign probably being dead before it started :') he's a forest gnome inquisitive rogue who loves Finding Stuff Out; he spends most of his time people watching and eavesdropping and taking it upon himself to investigate mysteries just out of curiosity. he also loves small animals and is friends with, in particular, most rats, cats, and small birds

Quick n dirty rundown of other OCs I talk about significantly less, for various reasons: Kethri, my utter sweetheart halfling bard who has found herself thrust backwards in time and, to her dismay, into a position of significant social power for reasons that are still unclear; Tsakesh, my khajiit archer who just wanted to explore some dwemer ruins and examine some weird devices but ended up wrapped up in some daedric end of the world bullshittery; Ambrose, my half-elf bard who is a poet, linguist, and ancient historian studying the ruins of a lost people who all mysteriously vanished at once; and honorable mention to Indigo, my gnome circle of stars druid pirate who's only a one shot character but whom I keep drawing and thinkin about anyway because they're cool 😌

[marvus-xoloto]

Do you have any ashen or pale headcannons about Chahut? I really like the clown lady

(sorry hiveswap tag </3 i don't often spam like this i just have a lot of asks rn)

I have headcanons for and about literally every hsw character lol. I am insane.... BUT.... i am free*.

Ashen:

Chahut is, first of all, a top... leaf. (Side note: I love the idea that alternia has top/bottom memes that are indistinguishable from the earth memes and just as reductionist, but those terms are used exclusively for ashen romance.) She doesn't really like people meddling in her affairs and generally won't allow anyone to get between her and another motherfucker.

But boy does she love to meddle, and then pretend she's all mature about it. The thing is, Chahut sees herself (and I'm sure she's right, I just haven't explored this hc yet) as somewhat of a faith leader. She teaches the children and she's leading the congregation and sometimes she will sit on the other side of the clownfessional and listen / give advice.

She's not easily swayed by like. This style of ashen emotional bids:

😡⚔️🤬->🥺⚔️😳->😡⚔️🤬

Does that make any sense?? Lol, like she doesn't really like feeling like people are playing up their ashen feelings for her ashen attention; Chahut finds that style of ashen romance very immature and a bit young for her. She wants it to be real; her ashen quadmates have to have no idea how dangerous their relationship is.

In both conciliatory romances, she is a bit more relaxed and behind the scenes. She's never going to get worked up by the emotions of her quadmates, but she's pretty quick at giving a perspective check and, specific to ashen, telling her quadmates to grow tf up. She does tend to use her religion as a coping mechanism, and it's kind of up to her quadmates (assuming they also aren't clowns / devout) to steer her away from that path. Gently. Maybe with some baked goods; Chahut does love her special brownies. Give her some rainbow sprinkles on there and she's pretty unembarrassed about her enthusiasm.

Pale:

Chahut likes people who are very emotional in general; Chahut doesn't feel things very deeply anymore (is what she tells herself). I know that is also my Marvus headcanon, but unlike Marvus, I think Chahut has a more balanced view on negative emotions (allowing her partner to wallow for a bit instead of immediately trying to distract them) and is maybe a little turned off by people who cry easily (they remind her too much of the children at church). I also think that, unlike Marvus, she can get easily drained by people who are too feisty or who like getting into the wrong kinds of trouble (we're talking explosions and gunfire; Chahut does like excitement, but it can't put her or her church's reputation at stake).

She likes people who can challenge her, and she especially likes when her red romance partners aren't afraid of her. Part of being devout means knowing how to answer everyone who questions her religion; as long as you’re extremely respectful, she enjoys the deep dive into her own beliefs. Also, she likes someone who isn’t scared of her for once.

She also likes people who can sit back and enjoy the small miracles that exist in the every day. As she gets older, she’s learned to appreciate what she has because what she has coming sucks so bad. Someone with a new perspective can really get their hooks into her, and she's especially drawn towards fellow artists. I think it's fair to say a majority of clowns are.

(Last two points from this post, but expanded on, just in case they look familiar)

...After typing this all out and rereading your ask, I am pretty sure you meant like, fluff style headcanons and not the broad strokes I just painted. Oops lmao. Give me a few hours (I have some errands to run and I woke up late) and I'll write a more fluffy post for you <3

[pan-fangirl-345]

You Have A Visitor!

Summary: Denki needs a boost. Luckily, there’s a visitors day coming up and you, being the loving girlfriend that you are, decide this is a good time to catch up with your boyfriend.

Trigger Warnings: Swearing, because Bakugou, some suggestive thought, and the reader had divorced parents and an alcoholic father, not to mention some low self-esteem. If there’s anything I missed, please tell me!

A/N: I have no idea what the hell made me write this but whatever, I have nothing else better to be doing like the chorus assignment that was due a week ago, and the outline for a paper, and then the actual paper. Oops.

Also, I realized quite belatedly, that I never told you guys that (Y/N) means your full name, both first and last. Sorry about that!

“Hey baby girl,” Denki said, sounding tired.

“Hey, are you okay?” you inquired, flopping onto your bed.

“Yeah, I just got my grades back and I can’t say they’re great. I even studied this time!”

“I’m sure they’re fine, Denki,” you assured him, wishing you could wrap your arms around him.

“I’ve missed you,” he admitted. “It’s been so hard being away from you for this long. And I don’t mean to be clingy, but I could really use a hug from you.”

You could hear it in his voice, he was having a bad day. He was normally very peppy and chipper, but there were days when he just couldn’t muster the energy for it.

“I know Sparky,” you said. “I miss you too. Where’s Kirishima? Can’t he give you a hug?”

“Nah, he’s in the gym with the steel guy from Class B.”

“I was almost 100% sure you were going to say he was with the explosion guy, Bakugou,” you said smiling.

“Can . . . can I FaceTime you?” he inquired softly.

“Of course Denks, I’m honestly a little surprised it took you this long to ask me,” you teased, trying to bring a smile to his face.

“Well, I know how you feel about being on camera.”

“Yeah, but it’s different when I’m talking to you,” you told him.

When he called you again, you answered, smiling at him.

“Hey Denki,” you said.

He looked tired, there were bags under his eyes, and he was flopped against his bed, body riddled with tension.

“Hey love,” he said, giving you a tired smile. “It’s so good to see your adorable face.”

“Right back at you Sparky,” you retorted, smiling at him. “I really wish I was there with you. Maybe I could help.”

“This is helping,” he told you. “Just being able to talk to you.”

“Bad day?”

He nodded, sighing. “I’m sore, I’m tired, I feel like an idiot, and I miss you on top of everything else.”

“I’m sorry, I wish I could see you. When’s the next visitors’ day?” you inquired, moving to look at your calendar.

“Like, two weeks from now, on Saturday. Why?”

“I’m gonna come visit you silly,” you teased, smiling at him. “I have to work that Saturday, but it’s only until noon. I’ll come see you after that, yeah?”

“Seriously? You’re gonna come see me?” he asked, sitting up. Little lines of electricity started to run up his body and you laughed.

“Yeah, course I am Sparky,” you said.

“I can’t wait to see you! And introduce you to my friends! And-”

The lights flickered in his room for a few moments before they turned back on.

“Kaminari!” someone shouted in the distance and he flushed.

“Sorry!” he shouted, making you laugh.

“Did you just short circuit the lights in your dorms?” you questioned.

“Yeah, sorry about that,” he said, cheeks bright red.

“It’s okay, it let’s me know that you really are excited to see me,” you told him. “I know that there are a lot of other girls there that are probably prettier than I am.”

“Angel, listen to me,” Denki demanded, making you pause. It was very rare that he ever sounded that serious. “You are beautiful, inside and out, and I would rather spend an hour with you than a hundred years with them, understand?”

“You’re such a sap,” you muttered, suddenly remembering why you loved him so much. “I love you Denks.”

“I love you too, (Y/F/N), don’t ever forget that,” he said, face as serious as you had ever seen it.

“I won’t. Don’t forget that I love you either, alright?”

“I think I can handle that,” he said, flashing you that one million watt smile that you loved to see.

“Good,” you retorted, smiling back at him.

Someone shouted in the background again and Denki sighed.

“I have to go, it’s time for dinner, but I’ll call you again tomorrow night, okay?”

“Okay, I love you Denki Kaminari,” you told him.

“I love you too (Y/N).”

You smiled at him again before you hung up, sighing.

You missed Denki, you really did. It was hard sometimes, dating Denki long distance, even if he was still in the country. He was only about fifteen minutes away, but the security was so tight that it was hard for you to go see him, especially since you worked part time at the local library.

You were proud of him, and you wouldn’t trade him for all the money in the world, but you missed him.

Him and his dumb pickup lines, him and those dumb cat memes he used to send you, him and those awesome hugs whenever you had a bad day.

You had hated Denki when you had first met in middle school. You thought he was immature, way too loud, and you hated how little he paid attention in class.

But then you got paired up for a project and you learned that sometimes Denki didn’t realize he was being loud, or that his quirk was making things go haywire.

Denki had a lot of friends, he made them wherever he went, he was like that, but a lot of the time they were fake. 

You had learned how to help him remember things from class, you were there when he started to get a little too loud, and you were there when he was rejected for the first time.

You remembered tapping his arm whenever his noise level was becoming too much, or kicking him when he was unintentionally making someone uncomfortable, stepping in when someone tried to get him to do something that would get him in trouble.

He had asked you out through your third year of middle school. At first you had thought it was a prank, a dare maybe, but he had been adamant that he really wanted to be with you.

It had been weird at first, neither of you really knowing how this changed things, until you realized that nothing had to change. You could still do what you normally did together, but there was more hand holding and cheesy compliments involved.

He had gotten accepted into U.A., and you had been happy for him, but you would be going to different high schools, and when everything had started to get more dangerous there, you had panicked about Denki. You didn’t get to see him as often, and he had even tried to break up with you, worried about your safety.

But you had worked it out, you had talked about it, you called each other regularly and you sent each other small gifts every now and then when missing each other became almost unbearable.

There were small amounts of time when you worried more than usual, when they had training camps and weren’t allowed to have their phones, or when they had exams and you weren’t there to make sure that he was eating and getting enough sleep, but other than that, your relationship with him was relatively easy, everything considered.

The next two weeks were slow, but talking with Denki ever night made it better than you would’ve thought.

He assured you that his new friends would love you, though you were suspicious about Bakugou, that he wanted you to meet Eri, that everything was going to be fine, and that he couldn’t wait to hug you again.

“C’mon sweetheart, it’ll be fine! The only one you might have to worry about it Mineta, and I can promise that he won’t get anywhere near you,” Denki said, laughing.

“Why hasn’t the school kicked him out yet?” you inquired, nose wrinkled.

“That’s a good question,” Denki admitted. “I guess he just hasn’t done it in front of the teachers enough.”

“I would’ve killed him by now, I feel so bad for the girls that have to deal with him,” you said, shuddering.

“I know you would’ve,” he said, smiling. “But seriously, how was your day?”

“The same as usual, except there was this really cute little girl in the library today who tried climbing the shelves to get to a book she wanted. She was so cute! She got really high up though and I was terrified that she was going to hurt herself.”

He listened to you talk about your day, smiling as you talked.

“I’m really excited to see you tomorrow,” he said when you were done.

“I know, I’m excited too. I can’t wait to see you.”

‘I’ve missed you,” he said, getting a sad look on his face.

“Hey, no sadness remember?” you told him. You wanted so badly to reach out to him, to hold him, to run your hands through his hair while he held you. “I’ve missed you too, but we’re gonna see each other tomorrow. And I promise that I’ll give you as many cuddles as you want.”

“If that’s the case you wouldn’t be leaving the couch,” he said, smiling at you. “If you thought I was clingy before it’s only going to be worse tomorrow.”

“Trust me, if you weren’t clingy, I would be,” you assured him, making him laugh.

“You do realize that no one is going to understand how we’re in a relationship right?”

“Fuck ‘em,” you said. “It’s not really any of their business anyway. It’s a healthy relationship.”

“That’s my girl,” Denki said, smirking.

“You’re gonna be a smug bastard tomorrow aren’t you?” you inquired, making him cackle.

“You had no idea. Most of the squad doesn’t think you exist,” he said. “And when I say that, I mean that only Mina believes me because she walked in on my talking to you one night.”

“We’ll change their opinions tomorrow,” you promised, biting your lip. “I’m really excited to see you tomorrow Denki. It’s been too long.”

“I know! Don’t remind me,” he whined, making you chuckle.

“Do you want me to bring anything with me tomorrow?”

“Just your sparkling personality and enough hugs to hold me over until the time you can visit. And maybe some cupcakes or something, I’m craving sugar,” he muttered, the last part more to himself than to you.

Someone shouted in the background, and Denki sighed. “I have to go, but I love you, and I can’t wait to see you tomorrow.”

“I love you Denki, sleep well,” you told him.

“You too,” he said, ending the call.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Denki couldn’t stop pacing as people streamed into the dorms, trying to find the people they were there to visit. It was only nine, and he was already anxious to see her again.

He kept checking for her (Y/H/C) hair among the sea of people, even though he knew she wouldn’t be there yet.

He had already told his classmates that she was coming to see him today, most of them playing it off as a ploy for attention and sympathy. Both of his parents were working today, so they weren’t coming to see him, and his little sister had had a sleepover the night before and was probably sleeping it off at home with their cat.

(Y/F/N) had texted him that morning and he had been glued to his phone ever since smiling whenever she sent him a funny picture or a reminder of how much she loved him.

Mina had been waiting for months to meet his girlfriend, and while the others didn’t believe she existed, he was going to be proud to show her off.

He wasn’t anxious about seeing her again, he was looking forward to that, but what if she didn’t like his friends? What if they didn’t like her? What if-?

“Denki!”

His head whipped up at the sound of her voice, and he zeroed in on her.

Was he hallucinating? He was hallucinating, right? There was no way she was there-

She ran to him, throwing her arms around his neck, nearly knocking him over.

He definitely wasn’t hallucinating.

“Denki,” she breathed, burying her face in his neck as she twisted her fingers into the back of his t-shirt.

“(Y/F/N), I thought you weren’t coming until noon,” he said, clinging to her.

“I haven’t seen you in like, three months, and that’s all you have to say to me?” she inquired, flashing him that smile that he loved so much as she pulled back a little, just enough to see his face.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, kissing her.

Yeah, he definitely wasn’t hallucinating.

It had been so long since he had touched her, it felt like he had stuck his hand in a fire. She was warm against him and they couldn’t stop smiling at each other between kisses.

“I missed you,” she whispered, burying her hands in his hair.

He slid one hand up her back, touching her face lovingly with the other as they stared at each other, (Y/E/C) eyes meeting amber.

“I missed you too, sweet pea,” he assured her, kissing her again.

“WHAT THE FUCK? FUCKING PIKACHU ACTUALLY HAS A GIRLFRIEND?”

“Shut up Blasty!” Mina hissed, swatting him with her hands.

(Y/F/N) pulled away, cheeks tinged pink as the Bakusquad stared at them.

“You must be Bakugou,” she said, smiling at him. “And, for the record, I’m not a girlfriend, I’m the girlfriend.”

“I told you guys she was real!” Mina shouted, making you laugh.

“It’s nice to meet you all, I’m (Y/N), I’m also Denki’s girlfriend.”

“Clearly,” Sero said, making her chuckle.

“It’s so nice to finally meet you!” Mina said, throwing her arms around (Y/F/N), catching her by surprise, though she hugged back after a moment.

“You must be Mina. It’s so nice to meet you too. I’ve hear so much about all of you.”

“Pikachu, you have some fucking explaining to do,” Bakugou snapped.

“Gladly,” he said, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“You know, I never would’ve thought you would have the patience to deal with someone like Kami, (Y/L/N),” Kirishima said.

“What can I say? Apparently I have a soft spot for dumbasses,” you said, making Denki protest.

“I can’t be that bad,” he muttered into your neck.

He hadn’t let go of you since you had arrived, there was an arm around your shoulders or your waist, a hand in yours or on your back, and now he had you seated in his lap, his arms around your waist as he fiddled with your fingers.

“How did you even get here this early? I thought you said you weren’t coming until noon.”

“I told my boss that I was going to see you today and he let me out early so that I could spend more time with you. I don’t know how you got him to like you so much, he hates everyone.”

“He doesn’t hate you,” Denki pointed out.

“Yes, but that’s because I actually do my job correctly and because I have more invested in that library than the founder does!” you told him.

“(Y/F/N) really likes to read,” Denki admitted. “It’s one of the reasons she’s so smart.”

“I’m an only child with parents who both had to work a lot before they divorced, I had to find ways to entertain myself when they weren’t home and when they were too busy screaming at each other to pay attention to me,” you muttered.

Denki’s arms tightened around you subconsciously.

He had met both of your parents, and hadn’t taken well to your father, who had a tendency to love alcohol more than he loved you. It had made you a lot harder on yourself than you had to be, and your father had hated Denki from the moment they had met.

He thought your mother was a saint though, and she was for putting up with your father for so long.

“Yikes, that sounds rough,” Sero said.

You shrugged. “When you grow up like I did, it makes you used to certain things. I got used to someone always putting me down. I got used to having to do a lot of things myself. I mean, it sucked, and there was a time when I had a bag packed in my closet, but it made me who I am.”

“You never told me about the bag thing darling,” Denki said, frowning.

“I mean, I was . . . eight or nine I think, long before we were ever even friends,” you told him. You kissed his cheek lightly. “Besides, I never had to use it.”

“I don’t think that’s the point,” Mina chimed in.

You shrugged, then said, “Oh yeah, my mother says hi baby. She would’ve come with me, but she had to work. Speaking of parents, where are yours?”

“Mom and Dad had to work today,” he explained, nuzzling your neck softly.

“Right, they told me that earlier,” you muttered.

“You talk to his parents?” Kirishima asked.

“Well, yeah. I mean, we’ve known each other since middle school. I used to go over to his house all the time. I used to babysit his sister with him. They’ve known me for a while, us dating just helped my relationship with them. Besides, whenever your school gets attacked, I always go over there. Makes me feel like I’m doing something useful.”

“I still can’t believe fucking Pikachu has a girlfriend,” Bakugou grumbled.

“Jealous?” you asked, wrinkling your nose. “Maybe if you acted less like you had rabies girls wouldn’t be so afraid to talk to you.”

“What did you just say to me?” he asked, palms crackling.

“You heard me,” you said, interlacing one of your hands with Denki’s.

“Do you wanna fucking go?” he snarled, standing up.

“Not particularly, I was just giving a suggestion. Do with it what you will,” you told him, melting back into Denki, who sighed contently.

“This is the calmest I’ve ever seen him,” Sero said, staring at Denki in wonder.

“I have that affect on him apparently,” you confessed, running your free hand through his hair. “You haven’t been sleeping well, have you?”

Denki shook his head. “Too many loud thoughts. Feel bad waking you up to deal with it.”

“Baby, that’s what I’m here for, besides, I’m up a lot of the time anyway,” you chided. “Call me, alright? It puts me to sleep too you know.”

“Mmhmm,” Denki mumbled, kissing your shoulder lightly.

“Cute,” you murmured, kissing his forehead. “You can go take a nap you know.”

“Wanna stay with you,” Denki said.

“C’mon baby, up we go,” you whispered, pulling away from him, hauling him up off the couch. “When was the last time you slept through the whole night?”

“Two weeks ago,” he admitted.

“Denki!”

“‘M sorry,” he whispered.

“Come on, you’re taking a nap, even if I have to-” You stopped what you had been about to say.

Tying him to the bed sounded sexual, and so did sleeping with him. Sitting on him just sounded bad.

“Come on Denki,” you told him. “Let’s get you to bed.”

“Wanna stay with you,” he repeated.

“I’ll stay with you, alright? Just please, get some sleep,” you said. “Where’s your room?”

He stumbled his way through the halls, leading you to his room where he flopped onto his bed.

“It’s so you,” you told him, looking around.

He made grabby hands for you and you chuckled, climbing under his covers with him.

“Missed you a lot,” he muttered.

“I missed you too,” you told him, burying your hands in his hair as he wrapped his arms around you.

He relaxed again, and you kissed his forehead as he fell asleep, rubbing your hands against his back.

“Love you,” he whispered.

“I love you too Denks,” you murmured, letting your own eyes shut as you listened to his breathing.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Are they still in there?” Sero asked as they made their way to Denki’s room.

“She didn’t leave,” Mina said.

“What the fuck are they doing in there?” Bakugou asked.

“I don’t hear anything,” Kirishima said. “This is really unmanly guys.”

“Open the door,” Mina pushed.

“Guys, no!” Kirishima hissed, but Bakugou had already opened the door.

“Aww,” Sero, Kirishima, and Mina muttered, seeing the two of them tangled together under the covers.

Denki’s arms were tight around her waist as they laid there together, her head tucked under his chin, like he was protecting her.

They all remembered the fierce way she carried herself, the way she would’ve defended him against anyone, even himself.

“They’re gonna get married one day,” Sero said, voicing what everyone was thinking.

“He deserves it,” Bakugou murmured, surprising everyone.

“Come on, let’s leave them be,” Kirishima muttered, closing the door soflty.

[beelsbaby]

yummy love | Beelzebub

Chapter Eight: Christmas cookies

Summary: Everyone knows that Beel simps for you the most, even you, but you think Beel deserves better. Can Beelzebub break down your walls?

I’m sorry for not posting for two days, college sucks 😡 but here it is! Part 8!

Also, if you haven’t please go check out my 200 followers celebration post, I’d love for all of you guys to participate!

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As you and Asmo walk into the boutique, you were met with different fragrances. It reminded you of Bath & Bodyworks from the human world.

“Y/n! Come smell this lotion, its scent is devildom berries!” Asmo exclaimed while picking up the bottle. You walk over to him and he hovers to bottle under your nose. It smelled like strawberries, raspberries, and and cherries.

“It smells like the berries from back in my world.” You smiled, remembering how much you miss the food from your world.

“You miss your world?” Asmo asks you. You nod, “I do and I don’t. I don’t know if that makes any sense. I mean, I miss the food, the sun, the snow. But I didn’t have so many people who appreciated me like you all do. I love you guys. I’m rambling, I’m sorry!”

Asmo laughs a little as he puts two bottles in the basket, “You’re too cute, Y/n! We love you, too, obviously. Who wouldn’t?”

You smile as you pick up a lotion bottle and smell it. It smells like Christmas cookies. Beel would love Christmas cookies.

“Beel, hm?” Asmo arched his eyebrow. Did you say that out loud? Ugh, of course you did. Will he say anything? Will he tease you?

“Yes, Beel would eat anything, so he’d definitely like them.” He giggles, then gasps “Here it is! The new cleanser!”

You have never been so grateful for a cleanser than you are now. You watch as Asmo puts the entire cleanser line in his basket. You smiled, he looks like a kid in a candy store.

“You ready to go, Y/n? Ooooh what are you buying?”

You turn around and follow Asmo to the cash register, “Oh, just this lotion. Smells nice.”

Asmo looks at your hand and sees the lotion. Winter Delight. The one you said smells like cookies. Also the one you mentioned Beel with. Hmm he thought, this might be easier than I anticipated.

“Wonderful!” He smirks. You pause, it’s almost the same smirk Mammon gave you as you were leaving, you decide to ignore it and pay for the lotion. Asmo meets you at the entrance of the store, “I want to get a new jacket, do you mind, darling?” Asmo asks. You shake your head and giggle, “Nope as long as you model for me!”

“Oh, darling, of course I can!” He pulls you towards the store.

Asmo walks towards the jackets section. You decide to let him do his thing and walk around the store yourself. You don’t see asphalt anywhere so decide to send him a message to ask where he is typical he doesn’t respond he’s in his own little world right now you put your phone back in your pocket. When you look up and see the cutest outfit on the floor display and walk towards it it was really nice

“Oooh Y/n! You’d look so cute in that!” Asmo suddenly gushes. You jump a little, not expecting him to have been behind you. “Oh no no, I was just looking at it! I don’t— is that the jacket you want?” You see a light pink, almost white jacket in his hand.

He smiles, “Yes! What do you think?”

“Try it on!” You laugh. He takes off his current jacket and politely hands it to you. He puts on the new jacket and poses, “Thoughts?”

“It looks amazing on you, Asmo! Definitely get it.” His smile grows instantly as he takes in your compliment. He starts to go on a tangent on how he’ll need new shoes to match. You look out the store and your eyes land on the store across the mall. It’s a spice store. Beel’s sauce!

“Hey Asmo?” You interrupt.

“Oh, yes, Y/n?” He looks at you, he can’t read what you’re feeling, “Everything okay?”

“Oh yeah! Sorry, I just need to run into that store really quick, do you mind if I run in while you pay?” You ask. He looks at the story were pointing to, Devildom Spices and Sauces. He smiles, “Of course not! I’ll meet you at the spa?” You nod and run off the other store.

Asmo chuckles, you both are SO whipped for each other, it’s ridiculously cute!

As you enter the store you walk around the entire store before you finally spot the sauce. You grab two and head towards the cash register. That’s when you noticed a box of chocolates. Hershey’s. Wait a minute you think these are from the human world! You quickly grab three boxes and rush to the cash register. As you’re paying, you get a phone call.

“Hello Y/n? I’m at the spa!” Asmo announces as you picked up the phone.

“Oh I’m sorry Asmo! I must of lost track of time, I’ll be right there!”

You hang up and quickly thank the demon that attended you and rush out the store.

When you get to the spa you see Asmo with three bags instead of one.

“It seems someone got carried away!” You giggle. He laughs, “Yes, but I just need matching accessories! It was vital!”

Both walking to the massage rooms and get situated. Now it’s the time as well thinks.

“Y/n, darling?” Asmo speaks up.

“Yes, Asmo?” You answer back.

He pauses, trying to find the right words. “Y/n, can I ask you something?”

You look up and see how serious he looks. You’re not used to him looking so serious. You knew something was up. Especially the moment he didn’t make a single comment as you were undressing in the dressing rooms. But you are interested in his question, “Sure.”

“Why don’t you think you’re enough for Beel?”

You pause, not expecting that question let alone the bluntness of it you both hear the masseuses walk in so you put your heads back down but you know Asmo is still waiting for your answer.

“I-I don’t know. I mean just look at him he’s the sweetest guy ever met. He’s just so kind and caring. And his smile just lights up the room. He just does so much for everyone he loves and he tries his best to be the very best he can be and don’t get me started on how cute he is! Not even in the human world have I seen somebody so cute and tall and loving! He’s just... perfect. Everything he does gives me butterflies but... I don’t even know who I am, who I want to be. He deserves the very best and I don’t know if I can give him that.”

Asmo is silent for a while, contemplating your speech. Finally, he knows exactly what to tell you.

“Y/n. I just don’t think it’s fair for you to make that decision for him. He might not be the smartest but he knows what he wants and that’s you. It doesn’t matter to him that you don’t know who you want to be, he’s obviously waiting there for you, he wants to help you and wants to be with you! The way he talks about you— I mean it’s just so cute when he just lights up when your name is mentioned. Don’t let the negatives make a decision so important for you, for him. That big guy loves you. He has proved time and time again that no matter how many times you put him down it doesn’t kill his determination to be with you. Can’t you see that means something? That you mean something to him? Give him a chance and most importantly, give yourself a chance. You both deserve to be happy.”

When Asmo stops talking, you could feel tears falling down your and you’re pretty sure the masseuse could feel the tension slip away from your body.

“Y/n?” Asmo asks, scared he upset you.

“I’m okay I’m just a sensitive bitch” you laugh while wiping your tears. He slowly chuckles along, still a little wary.

“Look let me think about this with a clear head, then I’ll get back to you”

He smiles, he knew only he could have completed this task, “Of course, Y/n.”

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I put a lot of emotion in this oOPS

It’s all coming together😈

Let’s see what Belphie can do!

Tag list (Open):

@pumpkinpatchkid

@kpop-and-otome

@moremilkforkags

@witch-o-memes

@aspenflower17

@0-miles-away

@mangobangi

@bakudekuwa

@fluffimemes

@minniboe

@clawsbox

[marastriker]

for the OTP ask: all of them. I'm not even kidding. Gimme gimme hrnnggg 🖤🖤🖤

ALRIGHT HERE WE GO

💚 First off, who is your OTP?

Electraboose <3

💐 Who tends to worry the most?

Electra, they're such an overthinker and a worry wart.

💋 Who is the most physically affectionate?

CB can not keep his grubby little gremlin hands to himself.

⛈ Do they enjoy dancing?

More than you would think, but I think Electra enjoys it far more than CB.

🌹⛈Who has the most nightmares and how do they deal with them?

CB definitely does. He has constant nightmares regarding his past and usually can't sleep afterwards. He's tried splashing cold water on his face and all that, but Electra being beside him and caressing his back helps far more than anything else ever could.

🌺 Do they go to sleep at the same time as each other?

No. Electra is responsible and gets a full 8+ hours of sleep every night but CB is a bit of an insomniac. He stays up and tinkers or asks weird questions until he can actually fall asleep.

⚡ What are their nicknames for each other?

CB calls Electra: Lex, Lexi, Thunderdome, Sparky, Livewire,

Electra calls CB: Ceeb, Ceeby, Boosey, Gremlin, Cherry Pie, Cherry Bomb

🍃 What do they do when the other is stressed?

When Electra is stressed, CB tries to distract them with humor. It always works, CB is genuinely very funny and it helps Electra destress to just take a breather and laugh.

When CB is stressed, Electra gives him a massage and gets him to talk about anything other than what's stressing him out. Even something as simple as, "tell me about this piece of equipment, it looks complicated."

🌻 How do they spend time if the other is gone?

CB usually spends his time working on radio equipment or art, he's gotten into painting/sculpting as a type of therapy.

Electra spends time with their components, but enjoys giving themself a nice spa day to relax without the little gremlin around to interrupt. (They love CB in spite of how obnoxious he can be, but they definitely do need a break from time to time.)

🎮 Do they have a favourite video game they enjoy playing together?

CB loves first person shooters like Borderlands, but also plays some occasional Fortnite because he is 12 at heart.

Electra likes simple platformers and finds Undertale to be extremely fun, but has recently gotten into more fantasy esque games that still match their preferred gaming style. Ori and the Blind Forest is perfect for them. They love the little puzzles but the art is just so incredibly beautiful too.

💍 Would they ever get married?

They absolutely would eventually and Electra would be the one to mention it first. CB joke proposed with a ring pop, but Electra knew he was serious about wanting to be together forever, so they buy him a ruby ring and officially proposes. (They also have three kids, a girl who's a caboose and twin electric boys).

✨ Who proposes?

Oops already answered this lol

👑 Who is the meme lover?

Oh god that ain't even a question, CB. He is a memelord.

📚 Who likes to read?

Also CB, he may be silly, but he's still very smart and enjoys reading what most people find boring. Electra is spoiled and kind of thinks it's a waste of time if they can just look it up in their database.

🎩 Who bothers the other person while the other person reads?

Electra bothers CB all the time when he's trying to read. Electra is just like, hun I can just look that up for you, you know. You don't have to waste your time reading that big book.

Have you considered that I want to read the big book

........no?

🌼 How do their personalities complement each other?

CB's wild energy and Electra's calm, cool, collectedness balance each other out. Sometimes they do switch, when Electra is throwing a tantrum and CB thinks whatever the issue is is silly and not something to worry about. They just know how to approach things how the other wouldn't think to and it helps them solve their issues together a lot better

🔥 Who will punch someone out if they are rude to their partner?

Electra won't just punch, but zap whoever dared to shit talk their little gremlin

💀 What would they dress up as, for Halloween?

While GB and Dinah would do more classic couples costumes, CB and Electra would do the dumbest couples costumes. Like a plug and an outlet lol.

🌈 What are their favourite colours?

Electra loves blue and CB loves red obviously, but Electra has a soft spot for pink colors and CB really likes yellow.

🌹 Who is the hopeless romantic?

CB, but not in a traditional sense. He wants to share all of these things that he THINKS is romantic, but Electra is just like??? Babe why are we at a playground

I WANNA PUSH YOU ON THE SWINGS

🎭 Who is the dramatic one?

Electra, it's just in their nature to be a diva.

🎈 Who makes jokes during inappropriate times?

100% CB. He doesn't know how else to handle tough situations other than completely breaking down.

💝 What do they love about each other the most?

CB loves Electra's class and poise. He wishes he could be that composed and intimidating.

Electra loves CB's childlike wonder and insane genius. They're actually kinda jealous to admit that CB is smarter than them.

👓 Who googles everything?

Electra. It's how they come up with quick answers to everything.

🌙 How do they comfort each other when they are helpless to do anything about the situation?

Electra reminds CB by all means that he is NOT alone. Not anymore. If he's ever having trouble or feels helpless, Electra is always there for him no matter what.

CB makes sure that Electra is able to rationally approach the issue instead of resorting to short circuiting.

🍂 What is an inside joke they have?

They call "having sex" some of the weirdest things. CB suggested it, since he's already so used to speaking in code.

💟 What do you think makes them perfect for one another?

They balance each other's shortcomings out really nicely. CB teaches Electra to have fun and be a kid again. Let loose. Not worry so much about looking perfect all the time. And Electra helps CB be more grounded and adult when he needs to be. They fit each other like missing puzzle pieces <3

🌷 Are you nervous to talk about your OTP? Why?

no i could talk about these idiots all day

🧵 Is your OTP Oc x Canon?

...I choose to believe it is canon........

🎵 What's a song (or songs) that remind you of your OTP?

Accidently In Love by the Counting Crows

Anything for You by Ludo

THANK YOU so MUCH for the ASK i love THESE IDIOTS

[mourntheantagonist]

ahhh I was tagged by the wonderful @allaboardtheussharringrove to do this and I’ve only ever done it on my main blog so I’m happy to do it here 😘

rules: answer 30 questions and tag however many blogs you want!

name: I go by mandi mostly but manny and amanda are also acceptable (or just call me sexy 🤪)

gender: nonbinary (she/they) also I guess this is a good place to put it, I’ve been called “girl” a couple of times on here and I am always too afraid to correct anyone about it so I’ll just say it here. I don’t really like that word in reference to me, it makes me feel icky. just a little psa about that. if you ever have done it I’m not mad because I know you didn’t mean it 💜

anyway back to the questions oops

star sign: virgo. which I feel is very obvious. I give big virgo energy and I know it. (also a capricorn moon and rising if you wanted to know those too!)

height: 5’8” I am tol

time: 6:50 pm

birthday: september 8th

favorite bands: there is no genre I am very indecisive. I got queen, idkhow, and abba lmao

favorite solo artists: elton john and lady gaga leave me alone I’m obsessed

last movie: I just got done watching a time to kill and I’ve been reminded of my childhood crush on matthew mcconaughey 😩

last show: wandavision!!!! if you turned it off after the first two episodes like I almost did I am BEGGING you to give it another chance because episode four slayed me.

when did I create this blog: I believe it was end of october last year so haven’t been here for long lmao. I initially joined the fandom in august on instagram and just needed to ✨get away✨ so here I am!

what I post: harringrove ofc. anything relating to steve or billy because I am a simple soul who just wants my fav to find live and happiness in the form of one steve harrington.

last thing I googled: matthew mcconaughey (I had to make sure I was spelling his name right 😂)

other blogs: we got the main @imjustapoorboi where I mostly just reblog the things I find funny. I have a concerning about of sideblogs that we don’t talk about anymore. @tmialec is my old shadowhunters side blog that somehow garnered over 4000 followers and I’d be lying if I haven’t used it to promote my work lmao.

do I get asks: YES and I go 🥰 and scream internally every time I see one omg. they all make my day I promise. so if you’ve sent me an ask and it hasn’t been posted, I HAVE seen it and I so loved it okay!! I have so many and so little time to respond the way I want to, which most often includes an entire ficlet because I am not normal.

why I chose my url: that fucking bernie meme lmao the “I am once again mourning the antagonist” it felt very fitting for me considering at the time I made this blog I was also crying over loki every damn day.

following: 197 !! almost all harringrove considering I went and unfollowed all the inactive blogs from fandoms I’m no longer a part of.

followers: 253 on this blog which is INSANE hello?? I love all of you so much!!

instruments: ukulele, guitar, piano, bass, violin, clarinet, soprano saxophone, and alto saxophone :))) I am constantly trying to learn more teeheehee. don’t ask me to play a double reed tho, it won’t be good for any of us.

what am I wearing: my college sweatshirt and a pair of blue pajama pants that do not match because I am sick and haven’t gotten actually dressed since christmas.

dream job: currently in school to become a pediatric oncologist but... we’ll see if I can get accepted to med school 😅

dream trip: ... anywhere that isn’t on the west coast lmao. the furthest east I’ve been is wyoming and I wanna experience what life is like on the other side of the us lmao. out of the country would also be fuckin rad too.

favorite foods: mac and cheese, but only when it’s creamy. I don’t want any of that sticky shit. add more milk you heathens. and bread!! sourdough bread hits the motherfucking spot. my diet consists of strictly carbs as you can see.

nationality: us citizen. a nice little tossup between washingtonian and oregonian which is fun to explain to people.

favorite song at the moment: i haven’t been able to stop listening to catherine by magic man because it just brings me back to simpler times.

last book I read: my physics text book? look imma be honest with you all... I have never read books for pleasure. fanfic? all day long. school ruined reading for me so I never was able to enjoy it because it always felt like a chore.

top 3 fictional universes I’d like to live in: this is always such a tough question but the shadowhunters universe would probably one because I wanna be a fucking warlock and fall in love with a gay shadowhunter okay? don’t question my life choices. also the marvel universe because I wanna get snapped. dust me away purple man. also a world with paul rudd as a legit superhero is a world I wanna live in. and I guess it would have to be stranger things right? the eighties is always a win!

tagging: @smashmouth-hargrove, @cherrydreamer, @withoneheadlight, and @psychicwarfarebaby. only do it if you want of course, and sorry if you’ve already done it/been tagged 💜

[siren1song]

For You

Summary: Logan and Roman are celebrating five years of marriage and get so incredibly distracted before they're even able to work on their plans for the day.

Warnings: None I can think of

Pairing: Logince

Word Count: 1,683

General Taglist: @acanvasofabillionsuns, @emo-disaster, @greenninjagal-blog, @jungle321jungle, @sleepy-sides, @gattonero17, @another-sandersidesblog, @strawberryjellystuff, @logic-with-a-pinch-of-deceit, @gr3ml1n-loser, @firey-alex, @orca-iguana, @spooky-scary-virgil, @yalltookmyurlideas, @sanderssidesweirdo, @stormypaint, @just-a-little-bit-gay-oops, @dying-is-a-hobby, @rose-gold-roman, @the-angry-ship, @rosesisupposes, @just-perhaps

Notes: Birthday fic for @main-chive. Ren you’re an amazing person ilysm

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There was so many things Logan loved about his husband. He could try to list them, but then he’d be stuck in bed with Roman’s arm thrown over his waist and head on his chest while Logan himself stared at the ceiling all day.

Well… he’d say the rest of the week but Logan wasn’t really one for exaggeration.

Maybe he’d list the top ten things and then get out of bed to make his love some breakfast? Learning to cook had been going well, and Logan didn’t want Roman to be the only one to make meals.

Alright, that sounded like a reasonable compromise. How to order this list though?

As Logan was trying to figure out if he wanted to go in descending or ascending order of some of his favorite things about Roman, his husband grunted in his sleep and shifted until his head was tucked just under Logan’s chin.

No particular order then.

“One,” he started, whispering softly as he removed his hand from behind his head to run his fingers through Roman’s hair, “incredibly adorable when sleeping.”

“Are you making lists while I’m trying to sleep again?” Roman mumbled, his voice hoarse but still full of amused affection at Logan’s actions.

“Yes, but this time the list centers around you. Surely that gives me a free pass?” he asked, unable to help the lift of the corners of his mouth, his heart metaphorically melting in his chest.

“Mmm, I suppose. The first one was calling me adorable?”

Logan chuckled, eyes tracking his husband as he shifted to supporting himself on his elbow so he could look down at Logan properly.

“Yes, when you’re sleeping you tend to get as close to me as possible and it makes me feel incredibly ‘mushy.’”

Another hum from Roman that turned into a yawn where he leaned back a little too far and landed on his back in the bed next to Logan.

“What’s the list then? All the features that make me the most attractive? You better not forget my love handles. Or the mole on my chin. They’re very important to how pretty I am.”

Gods above and below, Logan loved this man.

“And your surgery scars, and your crooked teeth, and your acne scars. Everything about you is beautiful, love. The list is some of the things I love bout you, in no particular order.”

Roman hummed (a little more successfully this time) with a little smile from Logan’s praise of his looks.

“No order this time? You usually try to at least go in ascending from least to most.”

Logan sat up, back pressed against the wall as he watched his husband with a soft smile.

“Yes well, pardon me for being unable to figure out any one thing about you I love more than anything else.”

Narrowing his eyes, Roman tilted his head in Logan’s direction, not doing much else to move.

“Are you buttering me up for something love?”

There was a snort, and Logan rolled his eyes.

“Have you forgotten it’s our anniversary we’re going to be going to the sunflower fields Janus has been taking care of?”

Roman shot up at the reminder, grin bright as his eyes locked on the closet.

“Oh, I can’t wait to wear the sun dress and sun hat I bought for this trip!”

Logan chuckled, mentally listed Roman’s enthusiasm for fashion at number two, and then prepared himself to leave the bed.

“Alright, you get dressed, I’ve got my own things to do to prepare.”

Roman waved him off, rolling out of the bed, slapping his chubby stomach in excitement a few times before going to the closet.

Gods above and below Logan loved that man.

At number three, Logan put Roman’s stimming with his own weight, and then he left the room to go take a shower before he got started on breakfast.

While he was getting dressed, Roman knocked on the bathroom door to get his attention.

“Yes dear?”

“Would you plug in the curling iron before you leave the bathroom? I want to be a little more feminine than usual today.”

Logan smiled, glancing towards Roman’s basket of hair products.

“Of course, love. I’ll be out in a few minutes.”

“Thank you!”

When Logan was dressed in a comfortable pair of jeans and a blue tshirt he left the bathroom (having plugged in Roman’s curling iron and noting the closed bedroom door) and made his way to the kitchen.

He was going to do his best to make a simple breakfast of scrambled eggs, bacon, and sausage. Hopefully nothing would burst into flames this time.

“Logan, love, what are you doing?” Roman asked, entering the kitchen dressed in a beautiful sun dress that really complimented his body and his sun hat in his hands.

Looking to the eggs Logan was currently trying to save, he sighed.

“I’m attempting to cook breakfast. I managed the sausage and bacon, but at one point the eggs started to burn and I’m not entirely sure how to fix it.”

Roman’s smile was amused, and Logan knew he was doing his best not to tease Logan’s lack of skill in the kitchen.

“I’m flattered by the attempt love, but it’s not my birthday, today is a day for both of us. Why don’t you sit down and I’ll remake the eggs.”

Logan sighed, giving Roman a grateful smile as he sat heavily in his usual chair.

When Roman pressed a kiss to the top of his head, Logan’s heart swelled with affection and he couldn’t resist bringing his husband down for a peck on the lips.

The giggle Roman responded with only made Logan want to kiss him again.

“If you distract me with kisses we’ll have to get take out for breakfast,” Roman said, another giggle escaping his throat.

“Alright, I suppose your right. I’ll distract you with kisses after breakfast. Janus will have to tolerate us being a little late.”

His husband snorted, moving over to the stove to work on fixing Logan’s mistakes.

“We’re always late to everything on our anniversaries. Can we be on time for once?”

Logan let out an offended gasp, taking his years of watching Roman being dramatic to heart to really sell the fact he’s not at all offended.

“You would rather we skip out on our tradition of loving kisses and you trying to get away from my attempts to tickle you?”

Roman looked over his shoulder from where he was getting the pan ready to soak to get the burnt egg off easier to give Logan a look of exasperated fondness.

“As much as I love your kisses, I would like to cut out the squirming away from you jabbing your fingers into my sides from our “anniversary traditions,” love.”

Logan hummed, resting his arm on the back of his chair and his chin on top of it.

“Alright then, I suppose. I have other ways I can get you to squeal in that adorable way of yours.”

His husband huffed loudly, but Logan saw his smile as he turned back to the sink and turned off the water.

“You live to embarrass me. Five years of marriage and you have no respect for the love of your life? Honestly, Logan.”

Logan was about to retort, but the number got stuck in his mind, distracting him while he watched Roman work.

Five years. He’d been married to the most wonderful enby he’d ever met for five years. What a thought that was.

“Love? Logan?”

Logan hummed, blinking a little to get his mind back to the present and to stop counting the years in moments of Roman making him absolutely fall.

“You spaced out a little bit. Are you still trying to finish that list from earlier?” Roman asked, glancing at Logan while doing his best to keep his attention on the food he was making.

“Ah, no, actually. I think I forgot to continue that list after number three,” was his answer, smiling sheepishly when Roman gave him his full attention for longer than a few seconds.

“You forgot to continue a list after only three items?”

Laughing at his husbands shock, Logan stood from his seat so he could wrap his arms around Roman’s waist and press a kiss to his temple.

“In my defense, there’s so much to love about you I couldn’t figure out what to put next. You’re amazing in so many ways.”

Roman leaned back against him, shifting the eggs in the pan.

“Not in every way?”

“I love you, but nothing can redeem your blanket hogging habits or your inability to not sing awfully whenever a “meme song” comes on.”

With a snort that Roman tried his best to hide, he looked up at Logan with a grin, kissing his cheek.

“I don’t sing awfully, I sing to irritate you. There’s a difference.”

“What would that difference be, love? To scream in varying pitches that do not work well together?” Logan asked, leaning back a bit to give Roman a disbelieving look.

Roman’s cheeky grin was soon taken from him as he looked back at what he was cooking.

“The difference is you like my singing normally. So I have to make myself sound as bad as possible in order for you to get irritated because you know just how exquisite I actually sound.”

“Ah yes, of course, how could I be so misinformed? Clearly singing awfully and irritating me are two entirely different things.”

“Exactly! Glad you’re open to learning from your mistakes.”

Logan laughed, stepping back from his husband and shaking his head as he sat back at the table.

“I would say your insufferable, but I agreed to suffer you for the rest of our lives five years ago. So I suppose that would be an inaccurate statement.”

“Yep!”

As Logan rolled his eyes, he couldn’t help but think that he may not have been able to finish his list of things he loved about Roman, but he could tell that his favorite thing about his husband was Roman himself.

[indigoelfinspirit]

all of them for Paris please :D

That was a lot – like hours, and you owe me Tharen x Rayland goodies now or gay werewolves I'm not picky. Also it wouldn’t paste right so the numbers are missing. Oops. Answers under the cut because it really was a lot.

BASICS

What’s their full name? Paris Sonata Royale

What does their name mean? Why were they named that? Paris means “Lover” and it doesn't get more accurate than that, does it? His parent's were going for important prince from legend though. His middle name is just his mom's maiden name – They were those type of rich people. Why I picked it was because I looked at him and said he looks like a Paris and it stuck since it fit the Greco-Roman and/or space themed naming thing I had going on, and more importantly it fit him. Royale was just

Do they have any nicknames? Just the normal coupley stuff like “Babe”.

How old are they? He's about 33 when the story starts, and 40ish as of the latest post

When’s their birthday? July 6th

What’s their zodiac sign/element/birthstone/etc.? Do they believe that holds any significance?

No idea unfortunately (if anybody has an idea drop it in the comments).

What’s their species/subspecies? Do they have any special/magical abilities?

In the Starfall universe berry sims are descendants of the Fae and other mythological creatures. Which is the long was to say he's an Elf. No magical abilities unfortunately.

What “class” do they belong to (for fantasy characters)? If none, what weapon do they favor?

N/A

APPEARANCE

What do they look like? About 5'11”, light purple, curly black hair.

Do they have a face claim? N/A

What’s their style like? Clothes, hair, makeup? Comfortable clothing mostly – lots of t-shirts and sweaters and jeans. Hair is usually mid length, curly, warn down.

How do they carry themselves? What’s their default expression? Paris is normally pretty confident and smiling. Of course some of that has to do with his former career and learning how to act confident even when he isn't.

Do they have any physical ailments or disabilities? Yes, he has a degenerative muscular chronic pain condition. It's hereditary and incurable.

PERSONALITY

What’s their alignment? Just a guessing, but probably something like Lawful Good.

Which one of the 16 Personality Types do they fit into? No idea... he's an introvert though.

What are their hobbies and interests? Do they have any particular “favorites” (food, books, and so on)? He loves music. He plays both piano and guitar. He also loves running when his health is good enough. Oh, and traveling – especially with Callie.

What are they bad at? Do crowds count? He's really bad at keeping on a schedule. Probably has to do with the crazy work schedule he kept for decades.

What kind of things do they dislike/hate? Being patronized/people assuming/deciding he can't do something. Being left out. Crowds.

Do they have any vices/addictions/mental illnesses? He does struggle with anxiety as a result of his medical issues and the way his family treated him after he got sick. Wolfbane helps.

What are their goals and motivations? When he was younger his goals were all music related, and he achieved most of them. Now his goals are all associated with taking care of his family and being there for them as long as he can.

What are their manners like? Any habits?

What are they most afraid of? Dying young. Not being there for his family.

BACKGROUND

Where were they born? What was their childhood like? So Paris is a rich kid. The big multi-generational family company, and he disappointed everyone by becoming a professional musician (right up until he started winning awards and they changed their minds). He actually had a happy childhood. Despite being rich, he had a mostly normal childhood with loving parents and a large extended family. Super rare for one of my main characters. It's mostly just him and Elio on the normal childhood thing.

What’s their family like? Paris' family situation is strained now. For most of his life he had a pretty good relationship with everyone, but after he got sick, particularly after the diagnosis, the situation wasn't so great. They were very overprotective of him and controlling, so he lost his independence. Paris didn't take it well, so he left which strained his relationship with his family. His parents both passed away before he and Callie got together. He's on a “Solstice cards and birthday phone calls” basis with his extended family. So the Aunts and Uncles and cousins on his side know about Callie and the kids even if they never met them.

What factions or organizations are they a part of? What ranks and titles do they hold? He's a platinum record artist and Siren award wining artist and composer.

How do they fit into their “story”? Someone will have to explain this to me, but if I had to guess what was intended: He's the main love interest.

Where do they currently live? What’s their place like? Lorelei Island, Nixieberg. In a small and chaotic little vacation home on a cliff near the beach.

How do they eventually die? SPOILERS! Can't have that.

RELATIONSHIPS

Do they have any friends? Would they consider anyone to be their best friend? Ares Morrigan from his band is his best friend (we'll see him eventually). And Callie, of course.

What’s their friend group like? What role do they play in it? He and Ares are definitely the partners in crime type. They work really well together, but loose track of time easily. They feed of each other's creativity. It's part of what made Sons of Jupiter such a great band.

What’s their love life like? (See also: ship question meme.) Do they have any kids? Love life: Very good, though occasionally hard. He and Callie are very affectionate. Kids: 3 kids together and 1 from Callie's previous relationship.

Who do they look up to? Who do they trust? Not sure about the look up to part, but he trusts Ares and Callie, though Callie's tested that recently.

Who do they hate? Do they have any enemies? Not worth the energy, though he isn't particularly fond of Callie's father or the ex who stalked her (note: the ex that chased her away from home is not Rusty or O).

Do they have any pets? Wolfbane, the Shepherd of Chaos.

Are they good with kids? Animals? He's very good with kids and animals. He loves spending time and playing with them.

FUN FACTS

Which tropes do they fit? Which archetypes? He's very much the hurt guy who has given up on relationships and then finds the right girl and becomes totally sappy.

Do they play any instruments? Sports? Instruments: Piano and Guitar well, dabbles in anything else he can get his hands on. Sports: Running. He swims a bit too, but running is his big thing.

What are some items they always carry? His phone and his faithful dog.

Do they collect anything? Fans from the looks of things – pretty sure he's more popular than Callie is. On a more serious note the only collection he really had in game was pictures of his family (mostly Callie) and sheet musics for songs he wrote.

What position do they sleep in? Cuddled up with Callie.

Which emoji would they use the most? The happy crying face and probably the kissing face.

What languages do they speak? Shoot I never named the languages. Um, so he knows how to say phrases in several languages for work – you know stuff like “hello”, “How do you like the show?” “Thanks for coming out”.

What’s their favorite expletive? Probably fuck since it has so many uses, though he can't really say it now that there are always kids around.

What’s their favorite candle scent? Not really the scented candle type, but whatever Callie buys.

What songs remind you of them? …. I really should create character playlists so I can answer these, huh?

Which animal would you say represents them? A wolf. Everyone associates them with loners, but their really pack animals.

What stereotypical high school clique would they fit into? Oh, he was the guy who was always playing/listening/talking about music. The garage band rocker.

What would their favorite ride at an amusement park be? Okay so if you ask me about amusement park rides I will relate them with Disney attractions. I would imagine Paris loving things like the Three Cabelleros or Small World where he gets to laugh about how they interpreted the different cultures and places he's seen in person.

Do they believe in aliens? Ghosts? Reincarnation or something else? He wouldn't rule them out.

Do they follow any religions/gods? Do they celebrate holidays? Okay, so lore time Berries are mythological creatures and all those myths – Greco-Roman, Celtic, Nordic etc – are their histories. So it gets a bit confusing, but it's definitely a pantheon situation. Paris isn't overly religious though, so he generally believes in the Fates, like most Berries, but doesn't really practice the religion. He does celebrate stuff like Solstice (Winterfest), and Love Day which is of course associated with Aphrodite.

[museswithinx]

“It’s you, it’s always been you.” { Marlene for Tristan oops }

A meme forever lost to the hoard

follows this.

Walking in the garden with his best friend’s hand in his, Tristan couldn’t remember a time when he wasn’t in love with her. Even when they were still just young kids perfecting their fighting technique after hours together. And even when she started dating Ulrik and he tried to move on so she could be happy, it felt like that. Like his heart had always belonged to her in some way, shape, or form.

As she breaks the comfortable silence that had fallen between them, he looks over to her. “I don’t have much going on Saturday. Just gotta pick up the flower arrangement I ordered for Mother’s Day in the morning and then the show later in the evening.” He opens his mouth to ask her the same, but then she was asking something else. Clamping his jaw shut, he froze a bit in surprise.

“I--” He was rendered a bit speechless. They both knew how the other felt as there had been words and kisses exchanged between them. However, he hadn’t expected anything beyond that to happen so soon. Marlene had been through something very traumatic that very few people could fully understand. He’d been patient and more than happy to give her all the time needed to figure things out and reclaim her power. It never left her, but maybe it got a little lost for a bit. But she seemed to be finding it again.

Clearing his throat, he tries again for words. “You’re asking me out on a date?” He repeats as if wondering whether he’d heard that correctly. Marlene confirms that she was as a subtle smile graces his lips then. “Are you sure? There’s no rush. If you need more ti--"

“It’s you, it’s always been you.” She interrupts.

He had to remind himself to breathe as the smile grew. It felt like he’d been waiting an eternity for this moment and it was finally happening. The feelings weren’t one-sided and they were taking the leap together. “It’s always been you for me too. Even when I tried to move on, it just never felt right with anyone but you,” he answers as he turns to fully face her. Tristan reaches for her other hand, holding both in his now as they came to a stop. “I’d love to have dinner with you on Saturday. I’ll pick you up at 5?”

[sirtadcooper]

6, 10 and 16 ☺️

Thank you for these! I’m sorry about the recipe, I tried. It’s one of the first things I learned to cook at the tender age of 17.

6. Describe one of your favourite people.

She’s originally from England but she came here and we have been friends since high school - we couldn’t really understand each other’s accents for the first few days but we soon worked it out! She loves movies and is very excited that I’m watching Star Wars and she’s sending me a lot of memes. She used to be on Tumblr and I miss having her here but I still have her in real life. When she got her degree in veterinary nursing I was so proud of her and I still am. We both love animals a lot. She makes me laugh more than any of my other friends - she says my wheezy, completely-losing-it-with-tears laugh reminds her of her granddad, I think that’s very sweet. She can also put away more food than me! When we’re out we always order three courses and I can never finish them. Where does it all go? A moment on the lips and never on her hips!? Not fair.

10. Share a recipe you love.

I am no cook but it was the friend above who introduced me to this tasty pasta bake. I have modified it slightly since to suit myself but it’s super tasty. I also measure nothing so I have no measurements oops. Please note that it’s not vegetarian but could easily be modified with peppers or beans or something. You decide, I’m not a chef.

Boil some pasta! I just use fusilli but any pasta will do. Tricolore fusilli would look pretty rad actually. I don’t even put salt in the pasta water but maybe you’re supposed to, I don’t know. I am the only cook in my house. Anyway we want that pasta al dente, anything else is garbage. I may be a savage in the kitchen but I’m not that bad.

Meanwhile I have cried onto an onion to season and now it’s sizzling in a large frying pan with a drizzle of oil. Probably should be olive oil but I just use some vegetable oil. Once those onions are going all soft and squidgy, add some minced beef - as much as you want, go nuts.

Once the beef is cooked I add a tin of baby carrots - not the sliced ones, whole baby ones. Looks awesome and is a vegetable which is good. I also add a whole tin of chopped tomatoes. Optional: something garlicky. I had dried garlic that I could grind but some fresh might be good. I have never gone near a fresh garlic clove I wouldn’t know what to do.

Let that all simmer away in the pan for a bit then pour into a large bowl with the pasta. Mix it all together, then pour it into an oven dish. Now you grab several packets of cheese and onion crisps and you squeeze the bags until the crisps are smaller crisps and you sprinkle a thin layer on top. On top of that goes a buttload of cheese.

Bung it in the oven for a bit (not too high a temperature, I usually use 150°) until the cheese is nice and crispy and everything is very warm. Enjoy your abomination.

16. Talk about your favourite conspiracy theory.

I don’t really have anything to say because I don’t know anything about conspiracy theories. The first one that pops into my head is that they didn’t really visit the moon in 1969 but surely they did? I like to think they did anyway. And that Keanu Reeves is immortal? But I think that’s a meme.

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[viltrumitesuperboy]

Prom (Trans Peter Parker x Male Reader)

Had a sudden thought to make him trans. Oops. Only if you squint.

Requested by: anon

small request i guess, but peter parker at his boyfriend's prom, who's a year older is a whole need.

Word count: like 640 i think

Peter has probably never been more uncomfortable than right now.

Of course prom would include Flash Thompson, bully for years and rich as hell so he could afford entry. Peter had to ask and have an entire debate with the school board to pay for his entry, which they only did for 5 people in the school. At least he wasn't the only one.

He had to remind himself that this was a milestone for both of you as one of the few gay couples in the entire school. You gave him one of the nerdiest promposals and managed to find the weirdest Iron Man and Avengers merchandise as an offering, to which he instantly said yes to through his laughter. They weren't that weird, but there was just no middle ground from socks to an Iron Man nerf gun to a child's Spider-Man pencil case with pencils and mini markers and sharpeners. Of course, he wore the Spider-Man socks tonight.

You had gone to the toilet and would probably be held up coming back to where Peter was, so he stood there, sipping his drink and keeping the cup near his lips even if he wasn't drinking.

"So, Penis Parker. Your boyfriend ditched you, just like everyone else in your life," Flash sighed in mock sadness.

"I don't have enough friends for people to ditch me, Flash," Peter replied cooly, sipping his drink.

He was almost to the bottom, so he had to ration this while Flash was here.

"Exactly. Come on, a loser like you with a guy like him? He's literally everything you're not. For one, he's actually smart," Flash snickered, his friends now joining him (which was basically just a crowd of people because of his popularity).

"I really hope you don't have a crush on my boyfriend," Peter quipped, grinning slightly into his cup as the group laughed at Flash.

"I don't. You just don't deserve something like the Stark internship. I still think you're lying and that you're doing all this for attention."

"What about you, Flash?" you butt in. "Aren't you just picking on someone just so you can be popular? It worked, but at what cost?"

Flash looked at the both of you disapprovingly.

"And why do you call him Penis Parker? Is it cause he doesn't have one? Doesn't seem like you do either. You're just a dick to make up for what you don't have."

The group was now laughing and "ooh"-ing at your answer, and Flash finally shouted some insult before walking through the crowd and back onto the dance floor. The crowd followed, instantly forgetting the debacle.

"That was mean, (Y/N)," Peter said, after a moment. "I love you anyway."

"Yeah, you do," you laughed. "I only do this for you. C'mon, I wanna dance."

You waited for him to set his drink down before grabbing his hand and pulling you onto the dance floor, both smiling as you went. Neither of you were the best dancers and you weren't in sync, but you were here for each other anyway. The smiles on your faces almost never left, and even when you felt your cheeks getting tired, looking at Peter enjoying himself brought it back onto your face.

"We got a few couples on the floor, so let's slow it down a bit," the DJ said.

Everyone made some noise of laughter at the choice of the song. Of course it'd be a meme song. The DJ knew what he was doing. You pulled Peter close and wrapped your arms around him.

"Careless Whisper? I think we have a new song for our playlist," you said.

"Please don't," Peter responded, burying his face in your neck.

You laughed and squeezed him a little tighter, kissing his cheek.

"I love you, Spidey."

"I love you."

[asocialoverthinker]

I already see hating myself for writing this and @finefeatheredgamer I apologize in advance if it's too.. idk personal, but your vent post hit too close to home and I haven't really been able to stop thinking about it today, so I'm just going to leave this here since the comment section is too small for my too talkative self:

I don't want to give a lecture or pretend like I know what you're going through or why but given I saw too much of myself in that post and I clearly have boundary issues (🤦) I feel like I have to give some, call it advice or a look at my way of dealing with this sort of.. idk mood?

When it comes to the good ol' imposter syndrome, there are times when I feel like shit about everything I've done, no matter how much I've accomplished or been told I've done well; I keep thinking that it's just a matter of time before people "figure out" I'm not as good as they think and will just move on to others who are worthy of their time and attention. That's BS. And I know it is, but it doesn't stop my mind from reminding me of that fear every other day. What does help, however, is taking up any simple, mundane task you can think of that's preferably not people related: reorganising my desk, throwing out old clothes, deleting unnecessary screenshots off of my phone because I'm a meme hoarder and I'm working on it. 🤦😂 Basically, anything that gives you a sense of accomplishment, as small as it may be, without needing anyone's reaction or opinion. Do something for yourself that, as ridiculous as the task is, can make you feel good and make you feel like you've got control over your life and that you've done something *right*, without a doubt. Soon, that feeling will pop up when you do something that you're anxious about and make the IS a little more bearable. (And I know this doesn't do much when you've convinced yourself otherwise but dude, you really are awesome at your writing and art so no, you most definitely aren't bad at everything.)

As for the people around me and their perception of me, along with their willingness to interact with me and in what way.. *sigh* ... There's something that I keep trying to make myself remember and that's the fact that.. we're all different, we all have different upbringings, different personalities, needs, views, attachment styles, etc. All of that results in everyone having different expectations, triggers and way of interacting with others and showing their affection.

That means, IMO, just because someone doesn't have the same view on say friendships as I do, that doesn't mean they value our friendship less than I do if they idk call less often or don't pick up on everything I'd want them to. I talk a lot, I text even more, I often feel like I'm overwhelming and I've even had a moment with my now best friend (a chill, quiet introvert whose every word is worth as much as gold, given how little they talk, especially compared to me 😂) when I've asked them, years ago, why they were friends with me (an ENTJ btw) since I was so obnoxiously loud and talking their ears off. The answer? "I like listening to you, it's fun". In their mind, we were having great time together, while I drove myself mental thinking I was suffocating them.

(Fuck, where was I going with this... Right!) Point is, relationships of any kind are a two way street and affected by both parties and what I've realised is key for them to work is to figure out what you are and aren't comfortable with and communicate.

If you're angry or upset with someone, you can't wait for them to figure it out on their own. Anger (when it's healthy ofc) is a cry for change and channelled properly can result in a conflict with whomever it is that's upsetting you that's going to result in either your relationship growing and changing for the better.. or falling apart which, tbh, if it's causing you distress, it's bound to end anyway.

I've already written far too much so I'll try to cut it short.

People are as complicated as they are simple (fuck that sounds so stupid but I'll try to explain what I mean). You (I'm talking to the both of us, leaving this as a reminder for myself too) can't really affect the way people perceive you or what their natural behaviour is like. You need to figure out what works for you when it comes to human interaction and look for it, but also accept that we're all virtually bound to disappoint each other in terms of fulfilling all the expectations people have of us. As my friend likes to say "if we were all the same and behaved the same way and believed in all the same things, the world would be a very boring place". So don't let your mind overthink every interaction, every relationship, every conversation you've ever had or every mistake you've ever made or someone else has made.

Do people enjoy being around you? Do they want you around? If you're unsure, ask and please remember this: whatever the answer is, it's not just defined by you or caused by you.

Some people are idiots that will treat you like shit no matter how awesome you are. That's not your problem, it's theirs and you're better off without them.

Some people have their own issues and reasons why they behave certain ways and even upset you, yet those reasons have nothing to do with you, so again, they're not your fault.

Some people just don't click well with you, it sucks sometimes but hey, that's life.

Some people are clueless and unaware of the fact that they're making you upset and need to be told that because, no matter how much they care, they could still be causing harm without knowing it. Hell, I'm writing this with the best intentions and could be doing something that doesn't sit right with you and for that again, I'm sorry.

That all being said, I do believe that as different and complicated as we are, deep down we're also simple. (In general, most of us anyway) We want to feel good, we want what works for us and we don't stick around in situations or around people that we don't feel like they are meaningful to us in any way. All in all, you do your part, show the people you care about how much you do, communicate with them and be honest about the things that upset you and finally, let them be responsible for their choices and behaviour too: they wouldn't be with you, whether it's a friend, a partner, a stranger on the internet enjoying your work, if they didn't want to. As for the people who leave, hurt you or cause you anxiety? Fuck 'em, you're better off without them.

.... I said I'd keep it short, didn't I? Oops. *Sigh* I've probably definitely rambled too much but I hope my sentiment was clear. Sorry if this was too much and feel free to ignore it, but I wish it helps you remember that you are great and capable of working through the shit that comes your way. 💜