#there are way too many picrews of me in the same home look

[reverienne]

I was tagged by @lavampira to make myself in this super cute picrew!

Following their example, I chose to include both my at-home and out-and-about looks. Thanks, everyone, I had a lovely birthday weekend and I couldn't be more grateful for that! 💕

Tagging @aylaaescar, @bitchesofostwick, @bluekaddis and anyone who wants to do it! No pressure, of course. :)

[shadamytrash777]

Black Tea

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Chapter Three

Amy would say it takes a lot to surprise her, she has thrown quite a fair share of birthday parties to know what signs to look for. However, Shadow showed up on a slow Tuesday afternoon with a step stool, a bucket of glue, and paint supplies. That was surprising. More surprising than any birthday she has seen. At first she thought maybe he was passing through just to get his afternoon tea, maybe he had a home demo planned. That wasn't the case as he started to set up inside the store before getting his order. 

When Shadow thought of this great plan to cheer up the pink haired barista, he unfortunately, didn't think of what to say. This left him speechless when he walked in, arms full of supplies. He only made awkward eye contact with Amy, she smiled and tilted her head in confusion. He did research endlessly on how to wallpaper, the proper way to tile your own backslash and the seasons ‘in’ colors, maybe just, maybe he should have researched how to ask for permission first...

 It is quite unusual to come into a business and start an unrequested makeover. Doubt began to bubble up in Shadow’s gut, maybe this was too bold of him, he barely knew the girl. She was even vulnerable and he was taking advantage of it and shoving himself into her life unwarranted. Before these negative feelings consumed his confidence Shadow thought of how Amy looked talking to him about the café and her newfound parenthood. She looked in need of a friend, in the same way he felt he needed a friend in the past. Her tear stained face burning in the back of his head left him frozen. How many days did he wish someone saw his pain and did something about it?

Fortunately for him, Amy started the conversation. "Whatcha' up too?" 

"I know this may be quite forward of me but, I took it upon myself to think of ways to — brighten up the place." Shadow nervously said. 

Amy's face twisted in confusion, she was definitely lost, but it made her happy in ways she couldn't explain. A large grin spread across her face. "And how are you going to do that?" 

Shadow straightened up and explained his thought process. After watching a few too many DIY shows with Rouge, he came across a way to create a memorial textured art wall. Amy was extremely impressed, he had a floor to ceiling design plan. His idea was to use local newspapers and all the flyers she refused to get rid of. A mod podge of community and art, a way to keep the memories while moving into the future.  

Amy pondered the idea for a few moments, she rubbed her chin while observing the wall in question. It was a good idea. It was a really good idea. It made her nervous. It would be the first change she has made to the shop since Vanilla's passing. Would it bother Cream? Would it bother her? Amy had to admit taking any big step in a new direction gave her a crushing anxiety. 

She pushed down the bubbling insecurities and placed her hands on her hips. "I think we will go for it!" 

The pair spent the next two hours carefully pulling down the rest of the paper flyers making sure they didn't rip as they went. As they would sort through the pile each would take turns showing the other an interesting or noteworthy poster to make conversation. Amy would show Shadow every single lost dog poster she found, she commented on how cute the picture was and how she hoped they were home safe now. 

"Awe, lookie at his little bow tie!" Amy squealed as she shoved the poster in Shadow's face standing on her tippy toes to do so. 

Shadow glanced down from on top of the step stool. Once again he twisted his face in confusion, sure sometimes dogs were practical on field jobs. Cute? He didn't understand that. He politely smiled and replied. "He is a dapper gentleman." 

Amy snorted looking back down at the picture. "Very dapper indeed!" 

Shadow thought to himself that Amy was cute. Cuter than a dog. He caught himself thinking these strange things and stumbled on the stool, he luckily caught himself on the wall before she could notice. The ultimate life form doesn't stumble on a stool two feet off the ground because of some pretty girl, if Rouge saw him right now he would die of embarrassment on the spot.  

It took the rest of the afternoon to plan the wallpapers layout. Amy chimed up with the idea to take a break. Shadow's stomach growled in response for him before he got the chance to speak.

Amy laughed hard, she felt really happy for the first time in a long time. How long had it been since she had a big belly laugh like that? Her gloomy companion certainly made it easy to smile. She more than enjoyed his company and that thought made her cheeks warm. Amy cast aside that idea, she had nothing but bad luck when it came to dating and she didn't need any more bad luck in her life.   

Amy made both of them sandwiches and of course, some tea. Shadow tried to pay for their food but Amy refused. 

“You’ve done so much work today! No way!” She wrinkled her nose and continuously shook her head.

Shadow smiled at her childish refusal. “Fine, but you have to pay me in sandwiches from now on. I will never accept money.”

Amy was mid-bite when he said that in a completely deadpan and serious tone she had to stifle a laugh otherwise she might have choked. “Deal!” She smiled and held out her hand. 

He shook her hand and repeated. "Deal." He couldn't help but notice how small and soft her hands were, he quickly let go and found something 'interesting' to look at on the wall. 

The pair finished lunch and went straight back to work, luckily they had knocked out the majority of the wall. Amy was climbing the step stool when the shopkeeper's bell rang throughout the store. Taking both Amy and Shadow by surprise. Amy immediately began fumbling with the papers she had in her hands. 

A tall lanky blue haired man walked in with a cheerful smile, he had a similar brightness to Amy thought Shadow. "Hey Ames, whoa this place is a wreck!" 

Shadow flicked his eyes between the pair, nicknames meant they had a history, perhaps friends. 

The short female quickly made her way behind the counter. "Hey! And yeah it is." Amy kept her hands behind her back, Shadow noticed her tapping her thumb on the back of her other hand, a nervous habit. "The usual today?" 

"Oh yeah sure and an oat milk latte," The man reached into his pocket and pulled out an envelope. "I actually came by to give you this," he paused, handing it to Amy. "It's to save the date." 

"Save the date?" Amy repeated in a confused tone. She tore open the envelope and pulled out a wedding invitation. She read it with a blank look on her face, void of all emotion. It made Shadow uneasy. "Wow, that's," Amy gulped and took in a sharp breath. "So soon." 

"Yea, I know. Something about royals having short engagements. It was up to her parents. Plus we didn't want to wait any longer!" He said with a big cheesy grin. "I gave you a ‘plus two’. One for Cream and one for yourself to bring a date! It'll be nice to see you out and normal again." Sonic said with a hopeful tone, Amy cringed. 'Normal'. 

"Ahaha yeah." She agreed weakly. "Aren't you guys a little young to be trying the knot?" Amy questioned. 

Sonic chuckled. "Ames, are you losing track of time? I'm twenty seven, that's definitely not too young." 

"Oh right," Amy shook her head, that was a perfectly normal age to get married at. Yet it was just another reminder Amy was far from normal. 

"Ever since you quit the Emerald Forces it hasn't been the same. I know you want to keep the shop for Cream's sake but wouldn't it just be easier to sell it?" Sonic rubbed the back of his neck. "You really haven't been the same, so busy and stuff." 

"Sonic I-," Amy paused fighting the emotion growing in her chest as she looked down at the invitation again. They've had this talk numerous times, he never understood how important this shop was. To both Cream and Amy. Of course it would be easier but that wasn't the point. "Sally and Sonic Acorn, taking her last name?" Changing the subject would be better than continuing this fruitless conversation. 

Shadow could feel the tension grow in the room, he could cut it with a dull knife it was so thick.

"Oh yeah, family name. It was more important to her than to me. Plus y'know I've never been very traditional." Sonic said with an awkward smile he too had noticed her avoiding his question. "I just want you to be ‘you’ again. Back to normal. That's what everyone wants, we all miss you." There was worry in his tone. 

"Well, being normal isn't what I want. My life will never be normal again. Why can't you understand that? I have more responsibilities now, I owe that to Cream." Amy could stop the hostility in her voice. 

"Well, I think-" 

"I couldn't keep the house!" Amy blurted out. "Okay? I couldn't keep the house for Cream." Amy dropped her head in shame. "It was too expensive. Getting rid of both the house and the café, I thought would be too much for Cream." 

"What?" Sonic's eyes were wide with shock. "The house? When did you move? Why didn't you ask for help, the team could've-" 

Before Sonic could finish Amy's eyes flicked over to Shadow, a sudden reminder that someone else was here made Amy want this conversation to be over. "Can we talk about this later?" She pleated. 

Sonic looked over to where Amy's eyes gestured. "Uh, yeah. Sorry Ames. So did ya hire some help to spruce up the place?" He turned himself to look at Shadow. "Hi, I'm Sonic." 

"No, no. He's a friend who is helping me out." Amy smiled. "This is Shadow, this was all his idea. To revamp the place."

Sonic held out his hand but Shadow didn't make a move to shake it. Leaving an even more awkward feeling in the room. Shadow was so overcome with emotion based on the tasteless displace this 'Sonic' was showing. Perhaps he was a complete idiot. Thought Shadow. 

"Nice to meet you." Shadow said monotone. 

"You as well." Sonic picked up the two coffees Amy had just finished. "I'll leave you two to get back to work! Good luck Ames!" He shot her a smile and Amy gave a half hearted smile. 

"Tell Sally I said hi." Amy waved the blue haired man out of the door. 

As soon as the door shut Amy clasped a hand over her mouth, tears already spilling from her eyes. The word normal swarming her mind stabbing her brain as it did. She even snapped at her friend, guilt ripped her apart. Shadow immediately noticed and became anxious. He wasn't very good at comforting people, especially not crying girls. He crossed over to where the tearful pink haired girl was standing and gently pulled her into a close by seat. Then he sat down beside her.  

"Are you okay?" He asked in a calm low voice.

"I'm fine." She sobbed even harder, confirming to Shadow she was not fine at all. "It's just he can be such an idiot sometimes. Why can't he just understand, this is just a reminder my life will never ever be normal again! I've had to stop doing everything I loved and put it on hold to become a guardian."

While Amy paused to catch her breath Shadow took her hand into his and gave her a gentle squeeze encouraging her to continue.

"The worst part is the guilt. I feel so guilty…" she said barely above a whisper. "Cream lost her mother a-and I'm crying? I lost someone too, but I'm supposed to be strong. It's so hard. Worst of all, I desperately don't want her to feel like a burden." 

Amy's shoulders shook and her voice broke, she closed the distance between them and pulled Shadow into a hug, her fists clutching onto his shirt. Shadow closed his arms around the crying girl resting his chin on top of her head, he rubbed small circles into her back until the sobbing softened and breathing slowed. He didn't move to let go until she pulled away to dry her wet face, her nose and eyes red from the emotion.

"You shouldn't feel guilty for how you feel." Shadow said barely above a whisper, there was a sinking pit in his stomach seeing how miserable Amy looked. 

"I know," She muttered. "I know, I'm allowed to feel this way." 

"Your life doesn't have to be normal to be good," Shadow took her hand in his again, giving another squeeze. "I'm not really good at these kinds of things, I apologize if this isn't helping at all." 

Amy gave him a real and soft smile. "It's helping, thank you. Finally telling someone how I feel is helping more than you know." She sighed, it was a little weight off her shoulders. 

"I'm glad." Shadow bashfully looked down, feeling relieved. 

It was dark out when Shadow left the café, cold wind nibbled at his nose. Usually he prefers night time, suffering and encouraging insomnia may have made his preference. However, today…today he wished the sun would never set. Shadow promised Amelia that he would be back next Tuesday to help her do some more decorating. When she happily encouraged him to come back and hang out whenever he wanted, it made him feel like he was walking on air. 

*

Once he made it back to his apartment Rouge was on the couch waiting for him to return, she turned around resting her arms on the back cushion.

"Where have you been?" She paused looking at the messy state of her roommate. "And what have you been doing? You look like a disaster." 

Shadow rolled his eyes, her words had no effect on him. "I was at that café, helping the owner...uh, remodel the place." It was embarrassing to say out loud. Shadow dropped his keys into a bowl in the foyer and then made his way to the open concept kitchen able to still feel Rouge's eyes following him. 

"Was that an innuendo for something else or are you being serious?." She tucked a piece of platinum hair behind her ear with a growing smirk. 

"No!" Shadow glared at her, removing his shoes at the door.

"Is that why you were watching HGTV with me?" She started to giggle furiously. "You sly dog!" 

Rouge turned around on the couch going back to the mindless drama when she started to ponder, and that led to more interesting questions. 

“Is she why you have been in such a happier mood at work? Wait, is she the reason why you brought bagels to work for everyone in the office last week?” Shadow shot her a sheepish look. “They were HER bagels?!” Rouge gasped dramatically. 

His blush indicated he did not like this teasing. "Do you want me to make dinner or do you want to starve?" The gloomy man threatened. His usual displeased frown planted firmly on his face, his roommate couldn't help but notice the slight uptick of the corner of his mouth. 

Rouge quickly shook her head. "No, no, I'm sorry. Please feed me! I will die without nutrients!" His roommate dramatically flung herself down on the couch ending their conversation. 

*

Tuesday morning was pretty uneventful so far, the cold weather kept many inside. Amy was washing down the tables when Shadow — her new favorite customer, entered her shop. He held a swatch book and furniture catalog. Another thing to note was that he looked a bit disheveled, as if he had been up all night for some reason. 

"Good morning Shadow!" Amy's bubbly voice shook the man to his core. 

He gave a polite smile and bowed his head. "Good morning Amelia, how are you this morning?" 

"Honestly I've just been waiting for you, see? Ta-da!" Amy smiled as she set an already prepared tea on the counter in front of the sleep deprived man. 

With wide and grateful eyes he set down his supplies to take the mug into his hands. "Thank you, much appreciated." He said before taking a long sip, sighing happily. Perfect. 

The pink haired barista giggled and shook her head. "You seem like you needed that more than I thought you would, did you have a long night?" 

"Yes, very long," He said, taking a seat at their usual table near the window. "Work has been particularly busy lately." 

"Ah, what exactly do you do?"

"I work for G.U.N. As an engineer and designer." Shadow decided to leave out he was also a field agent, he wasn't sure if she would still like him knowing that. 

"Oh wow! Y'know I have done a few missions with them before. It's funny that our paths haven't crossed in the past." 

"I didn't mean to eavesdrop before, I did hear you were part of the Emerald Forces." Shadow took another sip of his tea. He wanted to ask more but felt uncomfortable pushing the conversation after how last week went with the blue idiot. 

"Ah yeah, sorry about that. I-" She sighed, taking a seat. "I obviously have a complicated past. And thank you, for always being so nice to me, especially at that moment." 

"Don't mention it." Shadow nodded understanding the weight of having a difficult history. 

"I did field work, by the way, If you were wondering about Emerald Forces." She smiled looking proud. "I'm a lot tougher than I look!" 

Shadow’s eyes got big and wide, his eyebrows shot up. Amy laughed at his reaction. 

"Ahaha, you weren't expecting that!" She held up her right arm and flexed, showing off her muscles. "Small but mighty!" 

Shadow felt a blush creeping on his cheeks. "I was not expecting that." 

Amy hummed and nodded with a proud attitude. “I see you’ve brought things for me to look at.” She pointed to the magazines.

Shadow nodded and without a word handed her the swatch book. He was still a little shocked that his favorite barista was much stronger than she looked. He also couldn’t get the image of her flexing out of his head, for some inexplicable reason. 

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Authors Note: Extra long chapter for yall, hope you’ve enjoyed! if you’ve enjoyed let me know reply or reblog or whatever u want <3 also....thirsting for buff amy??? shadow aint the only one respectfully looking....

[simonxriley]

OC Song Tag

I was tagged by the wonderful @preachercuster and @leviiackrman. Thank you! 💜

Tagging @playstationmademe​ @chuckhansen​ @nightwingshero​ @chazz-anova​ @xqueengrimmrux​ and anyone else who wants to do it!

step 1 → create your oc (or ocs) in this picrew

step 2 → list 5 songs that inspired (or capture the feel of) your oc. if you chose multiple, feel free to pick your favorite or do songs for all of ‘em! (and feel free to list fewer or more songs if you want)

Skylar “Phoenix” Jackson

From The Ashes - In This Moment

This is the end / But all that dies / Is born again / The scars will still remain / From the ashes, I will rise again

Face Everything And Rise - Papa Roach

Throw me in the fire but I'll never be the same / I come alive when I am burning in the flames / I'm under fire, finally wide awake / I am protected when I'm walking through the flames

Gonna Be OK - Hollywood Undead

When the world's out of focus and looking kinda hopeless / I like to sit alone with my brain and provoke it / I'm gonna be o-o-okay

Loveable - Gwen Stefani 

Buried in your carelessness, how did I get so deep? / Now I'm covered in the rubble of your selfish con-concrete / All of it's been recorded forever in my mind / In a way it's all permanent and frozen for all-time / Don't you dare try to rush me, I'm not ready for the fade / I'm washing in the sorrow, yeah that's where I wanna bathe / I'm practicing my problems, I'm worshiping the pain / Memorizing, agonizing

Rainbow In The Dark - Dio

Do your demons, do they ever let you go? / When you've tried, do they hide, deep inside / Is it someone that you know / You're just a picture, you're an image caught in time / We're a lie, you and I / We're words without a rhyme

Liz Walker

Black Rose - Volbeat

Please let it grow, where it belongs / There in the dark where the shadows are born / Leave it alone / I'm sure it will find its way to redeem and blossom / 'Cause I know, the black rose will find its home

One Drink Away - Cher Lloyd

I took nine shots, I like the way they hit me / I'm in this club and everybody tipsy, yeah / I was gonna take it nice and steady / But now I feel like getting kinda messy

Crimson Day - Avenged Sevenfold

Dark years, brought endless rain / Out in the cold I lost my way / But storms won't last to clear the air / For something new /The sun came out and brought you through

The Woman I’ve Become - Jessie James Decker

Yeah, I'm happy / My life turned out real good / Got a family / And my dreams keep coming true / But once in a while / I wonder if you're thinking 'bout me / Wondering why you didn't even try

Axe Wound - Butcher Babies

Bow like a martyr / Sick off your own disease / Ask yourself what's this bed for / You dug your grave / It's 6 foot deep

Hattie Cooper

Home Sweet Home - Motley Crue

You know that I've seen / Too many romantic dreams / Up in lights, falling off the silver screen / My heart's like an open book / For the whole world to read

Faithfully - Journey 

Restless hearts / Sleep alone tonight / Sendin' all my love / Along the wire

Unforgettable - Godsmack 

With blind eyes open wide / I'm seeing it / A lifeless life never comes alive / (I'm waiting)

Song #3 - Stone Sour

It doesn't really matter what you do or say / I'm never going anywhere anyway / 'Cause when I'm dying for you / I've never felt so alive

Time Of Dying - Three Days Grace

I will not die I'll wait here for you / I feel alive when you're beside me / I will not die I'll wait here for you / In my time of dying

[wyrmoffastring]

Continuing in explaining what the crypto is NFT, why you're not actually paying for art when you buy an NFT.

A lot of people don't even know what they're buying when they purchase an NFT.

That is, again, by design. I heard people say NFTs were explained to them like they're pre-drawn commissions. They are very much not that. An NFT is a "non-fungible token" where the non-fungible stands for the fact you cannot directly exchange it for anything else directly. You need to sell it for crypto first and you can use that to exchange for other goods/services.

Example of non-fungible items are diamonds. You cannot use them as currency, you need to sell them first. And, much like NFTs, their value is usually fake. Diamonds are nowhere near as rare and valuable as we're told, hence where the "a diamond is forever" marketing line. Diamond sellers, almost all of whom are one corporation, want you to buy them but not sell them. Every diamond sale will be a loss to you, you can try it if you have one. There are exceptions but those are expensive due to their reputation more than the fact they're a diamond.

But even with diamonds being worth considerably less than you pay for them, you at least get to hold your diamond. You physically own in. It looks pretty. You can leave it to your children and you can even insure it if it's worth enough, you likely have some receipt for it too. Meanwhile, the "token" part of NFT relates only to the receipt. Basically, you buy an overpriced diamond, then you are handed the receipt and that's it. You don't take the diamond home. You can't hold it or touch it. But you can put a photo of it as your twitter PFP.

The problem is there is nothing in the sale that indicates you're the only one that can do that. Other people can walk past that diamond, take a photo, and set it as their twitter PFP. They can save it to their device and have a copy. Because you don't own the image.

When you purchase an NFT, you pay for the "non-fungible token" and not the image it links to. This article here explains it, however I have issue with them saying the NFT is analogous to a deed to a house. This is technically correct in that a deed to a house does not always mean you can do whatever you want with your house. But you own your house. It's there, it's physical. NFTs are digital and there is no such thing as "the original" copy of a digital image. What you actually pay for a receipt that says you paid money for not the image, but the receipt. It relates only to itself and sometimes has a picture attached. But everyone has access to that picture. Everyone can make an identical copy that is indistinguishable from yours. You don't get rights to use it in any way once you've paid that you didn't before the sale. You could have set it as your PFP already. You had the same rights to save it to your device as well. And you could not profit off of the image itself, before and after the sale.

You can absolutely profit off the NFT, of course. You can sell your receipt to someone else. But you legally do not own the image attached to it. You can't put it on a t-shirt and sell merch. If you put your randomly generated monkey on your merch you will get a copyright strike. That's why many NFT scams (that's what they all are even if the creator isn't aware) also sell merch. Because you cannot. You don't own their shitty little picrew-wannabe images. It's also why they just steal art. They're not selling the art, they're selling receipts

The problem is many people assume they're buying the art. You cannot buy the original of a digital art piece. That's now why digital commissions exist. You pay an artist to draw something they otherwise would not draw. You ask for an image to be created and pay for it. The same goes for traditional art btw, you don't pay the artist because the materials are expensive. You cover the materials, for sure, but when I paint a watercolor piece, the cost to me is negligible. The pay is for me to create something I spend my time and skill on.

That's why I charge $100+ for a full body image with a background, but I wouldn't charge more than $20 for a print of the same image, because I just want the cost of the print plus a bit on top for my IP for it. I don't spend a lot of time or skill making a print. 1

Meanwhile an NFT is just digital dibs. It's the ability to say you gave money to say you gave money. Except each time you do, you waste a week's worth of a household's energy consumption. And even if you buy the NFT form an artist you want to support, they recieve that payment in cryptocurrency. They will now be taxed on that, but when they cash out, if they even can, which isn't a given btw, they will lose a large portion of that income. They may even end up with less money than what they have to pay to the IRS. And in my previous thread I explained why it can be impossible to cash out crypto, so they may be on the hook for money they cannot possibly access. Just send them a ko-fi.

So, to summarize, when you buy an NFT you trade your money for fungible tokens - the crypto coin - to trade them for non-fungible tokens - a receipt that says you spend money to buy it. It has an image attached. You have no rights to it. The artist you bought from now owes IRS money they don't have.

I have a photocopy of a receipt I saved from my trip to Paris, from the Chat Noir cafe. I used it for a little collage because I enjoyed that trip a lot. That photocopy has more tangible worth than an NFT because that receipt at least relates a pleasant memory to me.

Oh, and nothing stops the seller of the NFT from removing the image from the NFT link, by the way. There are people who paid thousands in crypto for an NFT that later had their image asset deleted. Because none of it is regulated, because the blockchain makes it impossible to track who owns what, as it's all anonymized and decentralized.

There isn't even anyone you can report theft to. All it takes is for someone to get access to your wallet, physically or digitally, and just take all your crypto.

[azazelsconfessional]

((so i was gonna open up my askbox again but I got distracted doing this and watching streams i think idr what i did the past few hours, buuut there's something I need to cover first, especially since there are so many new people around! Hello! Especially since so many of you are playing OCs/MCs.

Don't worry, it's a tip to hopefully help you along! It may get a little long, especially as I try and provide examples. . .but hopefully it'll help.

I'm gonna talk a lot about OCs but this applies to canon characters too a bit. It certainly helps.

Tl;dr, you should have a character profile page.

(also remember that tumblr mobile doesn't really have direct access to Pages made with the Pages function on desktop, so you'll have to link them manually in your pinned or description or host them on another site(I used Google Docs in the apst) or in a regular post(this makes it very easy to lose as a forewarning) for maximum accessibility!)

(rules pages are also really really handy if you have alot of resteictions.)

So, in general, OCs have a bit of a lower reception rate in rp. Idk if that'll be the case here with MCs because they're, well, the main character. Housamo is also a series that lends itself well to OCs pretty well, especially non-human ones, but I figured I'd warn for that.

BUT. That doesn't mean you shouldn't play an OC! It just means there are things you need to keep in mind!

Think of all of the OCs you've seen--you all seem to be fun and wonderful people, and your characters are surely interesting. But. . .if you don't tell anybody about them, nobody will know what's going on or where to start, which makes asking questions a little hard, right? That's easier to work around with MC characters--we've played the game, we know the story, we know the characters, so we can figure out questions fairly easily based on that alone and go from there.

But with other OCs, especially those that don't represent charactera from mythology or fiction like many other characters in housamo do, there's like. Nowhere to start. We may see a face or some dialogue, but otherwise we don't have a frame of reference.

That's where a profile comes in!

Azazel-mun, I don't want to share all of the info about my character at once!

What if I don't know everything about my OC yet and want to figure it out along thw way?

The profile doesn't have to be super detailed! At most it shoule include things like the character's name and age and probably things like their location, profession, grade in school or place of work, etc., and anything you'd notice on the surface like their apperance. It's never a bad thing to include a description of their personality too, or a small section about their history/background. Little things that even you should probably know, too.

You can also section your profile off a bit into things like "surface info," "meta info," "things you could easily figure out about them," etc. That way, no one can spoil themself. Making lists like this can help you think these things through if you haven't already as well.

Let's use Azazel, a character that you probably know already, as an example here. I don't have a profile set

Name: Azazel

Species: Fallen Angel; Capra Therian - an anthropomorphic Goat (?)

Gender(pronouns): Male(he/him)

Age: difficult to calculate; several thousand years old?

Apperance age: hard to say, he's not human. Adult.

Origins: banished from his home world of Eden, has been in the human world for several thousand years

Profession: Priest of dubious denomination, most likely Catholic or Protestant; teacher at Daikanyama Academy; de facto head of the Missionaries Non-Profit charity Organization; supervisor of the Aoyama Missionaries

Role & Rule: Watcher; Revelation - allows him to see anything within the territory of the Aoyama Missionaries and anywhere the pages of his Artifact see

Apperance: Azazel is a 5'10"(180cm) tall, anthropomorphic goat of ambiguous breed, with fawn fur all over his body and lighter fur on his head and around his neck. He has brown, riged horns which curve out and back. Though his eyes are often closed, when opened they're red. He always carried around a leather bound bible with an eye on the cover, and is never seen without several chains on his person, although only the one(s) around his neck can be seen unless he's undressed.

He wears a black priest's cassock with a maroon sash and a capelet of the same color, with the same eye as on his bible on the shoulders of the cape, and brown dress shoes. The front of the robe is always open to expose his bare chest and the chains beneath.

Personality: Azazel is kind and doting, very fitting of both a teacher and priest, although his openly flirtatious, lustful, and secretive nature causes others to distrust him. He doesn't mind this at all. He has a strong adoration for humans, and values love in all of its forms more than anything. He's a bit of a passive person, often being unmotivated but working hard regardless, and seems to prefer to watch others and the world go by, although he won't decline most invitations to take part in it. He is always aware of anything that happens within the extensive territory of the Missionaries, and seems to know and see just about everything about anyone he meets, from their surface to their soul. . . .

If you know Azazel, or take note of some of the wording or question marks, you'll note I didn't explain everything(although I may have shared more than you want to.) This is just a bare bones exampe of how I do my profiles--but it can get even more bare!

I'll do two this time, a more vague version of Azazel's, and another that obscures information all together, using the same or a similar format to the above.

Name: Azazel

Species: anthropomorphic goat

Gender(pronouns): male (he/him)

Age: unquestionably an adult

Origins: Eden

Profession: Priest; teacher; head of a charity NPO; member of the Missionaries

Apperance: Horned goatman of slightly above average human height. Light brown fur, blond fur-hair, red eyes. Wears priest robes and a gold chain around his neck and chest. Carries around a bible with an eye on it?

Personality: Kind of eerie, but friendly and affectionate. A little flirtatious, especially towards humans. Seems to know everything about people for some reason?

Compare it to the one before--see how I've left even more things off or left things ambiguous while still sharing what's necessary or surface level? However, it's also not as engaging or as informative as the other one where I gave more information.

As someone who plays him, profiles like this aren't as helpful for me lol since he knows so much about everyone and everything, having a lot of details helps me play my character!

Now, as helpful as this is, this is also a character you probably know. So how about I do this with an OC? Normally I'm extremely detailed in my profiles and such, especially for OCs, sharing headcanons and ideas for relationships between characters. But, again, I'll try and show how you can show some info while leaving some up to people to ask about to later be filled in.

Name: Kezia

Faceclaim/Art Source: [this is where you would put where you get the art for any icons you use--if you draw it yourself, say so; if you use official art from a series, credit the name of the character and the series; if you use picrews, link the specific picrews. DO NOT USE ART YOU HAVE NOT BEEN PERMITTED TO USE. DO NOT STEAL ART. IF YOU CAN'T FIND THE CREDIT, ASK SOMEONE TO HELP YOU, DO NOT JUST SAY THAT IT ISN'T YOURS. DO NOT USE ART YOU HAVE NOT BEEN GIVEN PERMISSION TO USE OR THAT ISN'T FROM A SERIES OF SOME SORT.]

Species: Human

Gender(pronouns): Female (she/her)

Age: mid 20's~early 30's?

Apperance age: older than she looks?

Origins: Tokyo?

Profession: Professor; Witch

Apperance: A fidgety woman who looks older than she is. She looks anxious and confused as often as she looks curious and confident. Wavy light brown hair. Often carries around schoolbooks and is never alone, always with a Rattus Therian and often with a Nyarlathotep.

Personality: seemingly anxious, but curious and exploratative nonetheless. On the awkward side, but can still keep up with the Nyarls that accompany her. Gets into trouble when she gets ahead of herself in exploring and learning about the arcane, but her Rule allows her to disappear easily.

History: Has always been curious about magic and attempted to run through a Gate when they began to open up. Performed a summon and brought a certain transients to Tokyo and recieved her familiar and the magic to use her Rule as a result. Currently teaches at a college. She stumbled into a certain someone while attempting to explore time, and became a fan ever since.

That tells you a fair amount, doesn't it? Even for someone you don't know? It may even raise some questions that you could ask. At the same time, it doesn't tell you that much, and that can be as much of a hindrance for coming up with questions as saying too much can. It's really up to you what's too much and too little. Here's a more detailed version! Some things have been left vague or confusing in such a way that they could be filled in after being revealed through asks and play. That way, people are encouraged to/given ideas of what to ask--and you can still share things in the long run.

Name: Kezia

Faceclaim/Art Source: [N/A]

Species: Human

Gender(pronouns): Female (she/her)

Age: mid 20's~early 30's?

Apperance age: somewhere in her 30's, maybe even a little older

Origins: Tokyo, with some sort of connection to at least one other world

Profession: Professor of [?] at [?] Academy; Witch

Role & Rule: [?] & [?]

Artifact, Summon, Familiar?: Always accompanied by at least one Nyarlathotep and some sort of man-rat? She also carries around a book that's labeled as a Grimoire, but it's rare for someone to be both a summon-user and an Artifact-user. . . .

Apperance: A fidgety older woman wearing a labcoat and a witch's hat. She looks quite stressed and has trouble sitting still. Her ashy brown hair is thin and a little wavy, with some strands of gray. Although she often squints, she doesn't wear glasses. She carries around a lot of books relating to maths and sciences and one labeled 'Grimoire' decorated with arcane symbols from Gehenna and Old Ones. She's always accompanied by at least one Nyarlathotep and a very short, bearded man who can best be described as a brown rat therian with a human-like face. Sometimes there's a normal rat on her person or in her pockets.

Personality: Kezia is a fidgety and anxious magic practitioner. She's very curious about other worlds and has been since the Gates appeared in this Tokyo since she was a child, however she has been pursuing magic before then. She often appears somewhat confused about or fascenated by even her usual surroundings, but, at other times moves through the world with confidence even in unfamiliar territory. She also likes rats and other rodents, and as such will often avoid felines and birds of prey. She has a tendency to disappear, seeming to walk through walls despite assuredly being alive.

She's a little bit awkward with people, but somehow keeps up with Nyarlathoteps nonetheless. She's a good teacher, once she figures out how to explain things in ways others can understand easily, but can be a bit difficult to follow and flighty up until then. Aware of this, she's rather patient, if a little down on herself at times. However, she most often simply has her mind elsewhere. Despite this and the company she keeps, she's relatively sane. . .most of the time.

She shares a name with a witch from the world of Old Ones who made a pact with Nyarlathotep, believing him to be the Devil. . .and the ratman always at her side uses the same name as that witch's familiar as well. It's. . .probably just a coincidence. . .who would rightfully make a pact with Nyarlathotep?

History: Kezia is an adult human from this Tokyo before the apperance of the Gates and construction of the Walls. She's explored various witchcraft pursuits since she was a child, with what was originally a mere imaginative curiosity and fascination. After the arrival of the Gates when she was still young, she snuck over the fences built around one and attempted to go inside the massive pillar of light, which she attributes to the reason she often seems to struggle with her vision. Several years later, she performed a successful summon and she recieved her familiar, Brown Jenkin, transformed into a somewhat therian form from one of her pet rats, and was given some powers from Nyarlathotep. She has no discernable control over any of the chaotic creatures, however they seem to spend time around her regardless.

At present she's a professor of a subject that interests her at a certain college. She's had other dangerous run-ins due to her excitement over the arcane and "darker" arts, but doesn't seem to show any signs of stopping. However, after an incident in an attempt to explore time itself, she encountered a certain guardian of time and feels reluctant for once to explore it further. . .although she's become quite a big fan of his.

. . .i ran out of steam amd kinda lost track of where i was going. idk if that helped at all really. But maybe it did! I hope it did. You don't need to use any of those things exactly by any means, but that's the kind of thing you usually see in profile pages. Basics like someone's name and birthday and age and apperance and a little about their personality, maybe some history. Oftentimes things like powers and weapons and the like. Interests, hobbies, ways they could be intereacted with, etc. Just stuff that'd help you know the character.

I write everything in paragraph form, but everyone is more than welcome to use a more script format. I love making profiles, myself--it really helps to think about the character and details about them. Normally I make really, really detailed profiles, but maybe I'll try and be more simple about it this time around. depends on how i'm feeling.

I know this seems weirdly hypocritical given I don't have one but when I first made this blog there were like four of us including myself. I didn't see the need for a rules or profile page because I didn't anticipate that there'd be so many of us or, like, people from other fandoms or who aren't familiar with certain characters. I'll rectify that soon hopefully. But I figured I'd pass along this idea/knowledge to others.

. . .I'm gonna go reopen my askbox now. Feel free to send asks again, ask about this, etc! You can send me an IM too if you want. I'll properly close up the guest event tomorrow. I'm real tired rn lol so idk how much i'll get done, but i usually do things super late at night my time, so i have some time to pull my shit together haha))

[obae-me]

Sweet and Sour Demons

Note: Thank you for 400 followers! It means so much to me that so many people appreciate what I do and write, and I’m excited to keep improving! So as a thank you, I wrote this little piece with some added visuals!

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You had no idea why you made these things. At first, it seemed like a great idea, you had sat there in a hallway at RAD, waiting just outside the door of the Student Council room. They were all having a meeting, which, of course, you weren’t allowed to attend. However, you were also barred from going anywhere by yourself, so here you were, waiting like a dog on a leash. It was, to say the least, absolutely mind-numbingly boring. You had scrolled and double-scrolled through everything on your phone, you had given up trying to read-you just weren’t in the right headspace- and even the occasional entertaining shouts and exclamations from the brothers had died down. So, you resorted to random websites, and in one, you did something you never should’ve done.

You created cute and heart-squeezingly adorable stickers of the brothers you knew so well. You knew the consequences, you had been there for the texting ban which came after those stickers were created of Lucifer and Diavolo. The house had been in chaos, and yet you made these anyway. You couldn’t help it! You were bored and your creativity and curiosity was begging you to see what they would all look like as kawaii dessert chibis. Plus, after you had made them, it had brought enough warmth in your heart to let you survive a harsh winter using nothing but your body heat.

You knew the trouble it would bring, you knew the moral consequences, so you had planned on not showing them to anybody. They’d just be your secret and yours alone, never to be shown to the world. The D.D.D. you possessed just skyrocketed in value.

Plans and secrets were hard to keep in the Devildom, especially for you, and despite what you had prepared for, you weren’t prepared for the meeting to end early. Today of all days. Right while you were giggling and hugging your phone to your chest, the doors swung wide open, each of the brothers catching you in the act.

Mammon sped past you like a whirlwind, a simple blur of white and gold. The phone was gone. Your phone was taken! Still left on the screen where all the little pictures were saved. Your heart almost stopped, that warmth snuffed out in seconds. Mammon just waved the phone around in his hand.

“What’s got you so giddy, eh? Who’re you talking to?” He frowned, the gold color of his eyes getting darker. “Since I’m so nice, I’ll let you tell me before I look.”

Before you could even open your mouth to respond, Beel came over and plucked the phone from him. “Mammon, it’s not nice to invade MC’s privacy.” You were saved!

At least until Asmo came and snatched those hopes and dreams away. “Aw, but I want to know! The drama, the intrigue, who can resist?” These brothers were playing hot potato with your phone. None of them had seen what was on it yet, for some reason all of them assumed you were talking to someone. It was only a matter of time before…

Levi rushed over to Asmo. “They’re talking to someone other than us?” His envy almost started dripping from his body. “I need to see who it is!”

Satan aggressively grabbed Asmo’s wrist and tore the phone away from his brothers. “Honestly, all of you are such children.”

A tail knocked the phone out from Satan’s grasp and into the air, landing perfectly in Belphie’s palms. He was in demon form, already enraged somehow. “Who…” was all he could mutter.

“Please, it’s no one!” You pleaded, surprised you could still breathe and say words at this point. What played out before you was like some cartoon. Was it possible to still salvage this?

The eldest brother, annoyed by his siblings’s antics, used his powers to magically move your phone into his gloved hands. He had a deep scowl on his face. “The next person to touch MC’s D.D.D. without their permission is going to have a special punishment.” He shook his head and looked into your eyes. “Here you go, MC.” There was such a thing as miracles after all! You couldn’t believe it. “I’m sorry abou-” Lucifer cut himself off short, his eyes had just briefly flickered over your phone screen. Had he really just tried to take a sneaky look after everything he just said?

Everything was in shambles. The phone that had almost been in your possession once again, just inches from your fingertips, was snapped away, plastered near Lucifer’s face as he looked upon your screen with an expression for the ages. Confusion. Slight amusement. Then bafflement. Now he was in his demon form.

“MC…” his voice was a rumbling sound, almost deep enough to make the floor shake. “What are these?” His brothers all looked intensely curious, but none of them even dared move.

“I wasn’t going to do anything with them, I swear! No sharing, no money, no nothing. I was just bored and...I thought they were cute?” You even questioned it yourself, your confidence wavering. Lucifer was silent...much too silent. You were prepared for anything, a lecture, your D.D.D. confiscated, even death.

His scowl turned into a smile, an evil smile. “I think it’s only fitting to share these with everyone else, right, MC? Once we get home, I want to see you in my study.” With a menacing glint in his eyes, he held his hand out to let his brothers, rabid with curiosity, claw their way at your phone to look at the contents.

Lucifer

Dessert: Chocolate-Covered Strawberries

Description: Despite their simplicity, this dessert is widely popular and renowned for its flavor. It doesn’t need to be overly flashy to be a prideful fan favorite. It’s not sickeningly sweet or rich like lots of other desserts. Its strong fruity tartness mixed with a sweet outer layer makes this the perfect dessert for the demon of Pride.

He’ll admit, he was shocked to his core when he saw the creation on your phone. He had felt deeply insulted that you would make him look like that. On the other hand, the fact that you had gone out of your way to make something in his likeness--no matter how disgustingly cute and humiliating it was--mixed with the look you had on your face when he opened the door left a feeling in him no human had stirred up in him before.

When you came into his study after the event, he saw you with your head hanging low, eyes sullen. He had to control himself to keep him from smiling. He only showed you a cold expression, crossing his legs in his chair behind his desk as he waved you over with one hand.

“Come here.”

His demand sent a shiver down your spine, and your face burnt up as you obeyed his order. You stood right next to his side, looking deep into his eyes as his glower burrowed into your skull. You noticed a box in his lap, red, covered in a single ribbon. Lucifer finally let his tart countenance fall, a smile on his face. He held your chin in his hand as he made you look at him. He stroked the lid of the package with one hand before gracefully opening it. Inside laid an assortment of chocolate covered strawberries, each pristine and neat. You blinked. It wasn’t nearly as terrifying as you thought the contents would be.

“What is…” you stammered, trying to look for words to express your confusion, but Lucifer’s thumb brushed over your bottom lip, making you lose your voice immediately, your face starting to almost share the shade of some of those strawberries.

“Your...punishment,” Lucifer explained. “Believe me, I had something else planned, but then I thought, if you helped make me look so cute in strawberries, how about I do the same thing to you?” Before even giving you a chance to catch your breath, he placed the box on his desk, reserving the space for you. With a hand around your wrist and the other on your waist, he pulled you into his lap, relishing your little gasps as you tried to get some air in your lungs.

Everything about him was making you squirm, his rich voice, the slight bobbing of his knee as you remained on his legs, his eyes flickering a deep crimson. To make things worse, he helped guide your hands behind your back, his hand big enough to reach around both your wrists. Your heart was racing a thousand miles a minute, your head going dizzy and light. One hand keeping you bound, the other one grasping one of the treats from the box, holding it tauntingly at your mouth. He brushed it across your lips, the look on his face telling you that what he was putting you through was sweeter to him than any dessert.

“Be a sweetheart and say Ahh.”

Mammon

Dessert: Lemon Tart

Description: A classy little pastry that’s a great mix of zesty citrus and sweet custard that sticks with you despite being surrounded by a flaky crust exterior. The bold flavor along with the gold and white motif makes this a good match for the greedy second-born.

As much as his brothers wanted to see him embarrassed, even he was surprised to feel...proud of the thing resembling him on your device. You made something of him. It may have been demeaning and overly cutesy, but you really took time out of your day to make something about him. Something that made you happy and that you appreciated. You didn’t make fun of him and tease him about it, you had planned on keeping it a secret for you to enjoy.

He dragged you away, both of you headed out of RAD, past stores and shops that he usually took you to, and instead headed into a popular Devildom bakery. Everyone in the shop swiveled around, and you couldn’t help but try to hide your face as Mammon shouted enough to be heard two stores over. He demanded the best lemon tart money could buy. Despite the other demons waiting, everyone hustled to get what Mammon needed. They knew who he was, and if he didn’t get what he wanted when he asked for it, there would be worse things to worry about.

“Mammon, slow down.” You were starting to get out of breath from all the running around he was doing, refusing to let your hand go. He had you and you couldn’t say otherwise. You realized the path you both were on now was heading back towards the House of Lamentation. As you slowed down due to exhaustion, his impatience kicked in, his wings spreading from his back as he swooped you off your feet, pressing his body deep into yours as he flew the rest of the way.

He didn’t stop moving till both of you were inside his room, slamming the door behind him. He crawled onto his bed with you still clinging to his neck, his knees by your side. You heard him undo the package the tart had come in. He made sure you watched as he bit into it, the crust crumbling, some of the custard lingering on his lips.

It was hard to stay focused, but you dropped one of your arms that was around his body, ready to grab a piece for yourself, but he stopped you, his irises glowing a dark gold behind his lids. He used his hand to direct your arm back to its place around him. His eyelashes fluttered as you instinctively latched onto his hair. His gaze had you so enamored, you didn’t notice his horns now sticking out of his head. He got in close, very close, close enough that your noses were almost touching and all you could smell was sweet citrus.

“Do you want to come try some?”

Levi

Dessert: Mochi Ice Cream

Description: A small round treat consisting of soft sticky pounded Mochi with cold and flavorful ice cream on the inside. It’s able to change color and flavors to adapt to people’s moods and preferences to make sure people like them. Perfect for the envious otaku.

He was used to seeing characters like those, but he never thought you would make him into one. He was equal parts embarrassed and envious. The way you looked at your phone like that over a fake digital character, the same way he often did. He could do that, but when you did it, it tied his insides in knots.

He still couldn’t get it out of his head, so later that night, he headed to your room, a bowl of treats in his hand. He would show you that, for once, the real thing was better than any 2D picture. When you opened the door, he stormed in, causing you to back up to keep him from bowling you over. He was in his demon form, his tail flipping back and forth. His face was flushed, but he was determined.

He backed you up to the bed, forcing you to sit down, still confused by the rush of actions happening in rapid succession. He looked down at you, his cheeks tinted pink, his tail brushing against the skin on your arm as it curled around your body, the scales as cold as ice.

He picked up a Mochi ball, placing it in his mouth, his orange eyes swimming with something other than envy. This was one of the only times he wasn’t shying away. He leaned close to you, preventing you from leaning back away from him with his tail pinning hard against your back. He pressed the soft ice cream against your lips, waiting for you to take it from him like one of his favorite Pocky games. You could feel the tip of his tail wagging against your shoulder blades, expectant.

You took the treat from him, puncturing through the mochi with your teeth only to feel the nerves of your mouth freeze as the ice cream came through. With one of his fingers, Levi helped pop the rest of the mochi in your mouth, a look of sweet satisfaction spread over his face. You shuddered, the ice cream and his cool scales sending a cold chill down your spine.

He wrapped you in his arms, the boldness melting away like the ice cream in your mouth as he leaned into your body to keep you warm.

“Don’t look at anything like that other than me.”

Satan

Dessert: Mint Brownie

Description: A hot and powerful tasting treat that not only has the bitter sensation of dark chocolate, but the strong and flavorful mint. An array of tastes under the simple and calm looking brown dessert matches the demon of wrath perfectly.

He was angry, which was the expected response. The way Lucifer and his other brothers teased his sticker form. It took a lot of control to not fight them off right then and there, destroying your D.D.D in the process, but he couldn’t stop looking at it. He was angry at you for making it, but also...he felt something else. He stormed away from the group, making his way home. You felt guilty, but decided to try to give him some time to cool off, but he had other plans.

He called you to meet him when he got home. As you approached his door, you couldn’t help but smell something sweet coming from his room. As you came inside, you smelt the strong scent of chocolate and mint. It filled your nose and overwhelmed your senses so much, you didn’t notice Satan standing right behind you. He wrapped you in his arms from behind, and you could feel his tail curling around your ankle.

“Here, have these.” He presented to you a plate with a single brownie on top of it, a thin layer of green frosting over the surface. They must’ve been fairly fresh since they still were giving off waves of heat. “I made them for you, since you think I’m so sweet.” You could feel his hot breath right near your ear as he curled his lips into a smile.

They were still so scorching, they almost burnt your fingers, but you picked a corner and shoved some in your mouth anyway. It was deliciously dark and minty, the temperature and flavor making your eyes water. The tail around your leg wound tighter as one of Satan’s hands came to brush away your tears. His boa around his neck tickled your skin, giving you goosebumps.

“Satan?” You swayed, overwhelmed by the heat coming from the pastry and Satan’s body, you were unable to tell which one was burning you more right now. He held you tight, keeping you planted in place. He used the fingers that had touched your face to pick up the rest of the brownie on the dish. He brought it up to you, and while you couldn’t see his face, you could feel his eyes staring you down.

“Go on, they taste best when they’re this hot, trust me.”

Asmo

Dessert: Cupcakes

Description: Undeniably sweet in every sense of the word. Soft cake, fluffy icing, not to mention you can use whatever filling or toppings you want. You can dress it up and make this dessert as fashionable as you please, the flawless comparison to flashy fifth-born demon.

He thought it was adorable. He was flattered you’d made sure to make him look as amazing as possible. He was sickeningly sweet, but something about the way you looked at your phone made his heart flutter. He had a plan. He was going to do a comparison, and you would be none the wiser.

Already he had everything prepared by the time you got home. He hunted you down and dragged you to his room, not giving you a chance to say no. As you entered, everything hit you at once. He had a plate of cupcakes on his nightstand, white cake with pink frosting. Asmo was almost glowing as he came over to get you one. You looked him up and down, noticing he had changed his clothes to make himself resemble the treat he gave you. A pink top, white bottoms, he even wore a pearl necklace and matching bracelets to resemble the pearly beads on top of the frosting.

“Asmo…” You hesitated, knowing he was up to something, just not quite sure what yet. Or even if you did have an inkling of what he wanted, it still left you breathless. He just looked at you with begging eyes, and you sighed figuring there was nothing wrong with eating a cupcake.

You peeled the paper off the base slowly and watched as Asmo blushed, getting closer to your body. You raised a quizzical eyebrow at him as you opened your mouth to get a good bite of the dessert, making a happy little noise when you tasted how delicious it was.

“Yay, yay, my turn!” He came over quickly, making you back up against his bedroom door as he stared you straight in the eyes as he took a bite of the cake in your hands. He took a finger and curled it around your hair. Your face turned bright red. “Lets keep going, I don’t like to waste things.” You kept taking turns biting your own end of the cupcake, watching it get smaller and smaller as your mouths were getting tauntingly close. When there seemed to be only one bite left, he made a little whine. “Aw it’s your turn, you win.” He let you take the last bite, some of the frosting depositing itself on your lips.

Asmo let you press your back deeper into his door as he got even closer, his lids heavy. His wings and horns now exposed as his lips got closer to yours.

“Time for me to check which one is sweeter.”

Beel

Dessert: Pancakes

Description: Not your typical form of dessert, but with its fluffy texture and satisfying nature, it’s capable of being a good meal for any part of the day. With stacks upon stacks, it’s a great match for the demon of gluttony.

Just seeing how you dressed up his little likeness made him hungry. He wanted to eat everything he saw, in fact, it was a miracle he hadn’t eaten your D.D.D. when he had it in his possession. All he could think about was making something like that with you. You made everything taste so much better, if he could let you finish making it anyway.

He dragged you to the kitchen once the two of you got home. There was a little spring in his step, being the happiest he had been in a long time as he watched you mix the batter. You had to order him to stay put to make sure he didn’t eat it before it could even get in the pan. He watched you move around the kitchen, and you could’ve sworn you watched him almost drool as he looked you dead in the eyes, not even at the stove.

It was almost like art the way you placed the pancakes on his plate, and as you turned around to get yours, he had already downed his in a single breath. You figured he’d do something like this, but you weren’t ready for him to watch you eat, him licking his lips every time you opened your mouth.

“Beel, do you want these?” You slid your plate towards him, only having taken a few bites of the syrupy cake.

“No, I want you to eat.” He slid his own chair around the table to be seated right next to you, legs touching. His response left you stunned, your mouth just slightly ajar in your shock. His gaze turned bright, snatching your fork away from you. “Ah so you want me to feed you, I can do that.”

Your little cry of a protest was muffled as he placed the fluffy pancake in your mouth. Some of the syrup escaped down your chin and he wiped it up with his forefinger before licking it clean. He hummed to himself in glee.

“So delicious.”

Belphie

Dessert: Hot Chocolate

Description: A hot beverage consisting of sweet chocolate and creamy milk. It leaves you feeling warm and cozy after drinking it, coaxing you to take a nap. It’s simple to whip up and quick to make, an easy comparison for the demon of sloth.

He wasn’t sure which one had left him more irritated, the fact that he thought you were messaging someone that left you giggling, or the fact that a digital image of him was. Either way left him exhausted, but restless. However, he wasn’t someone to let something go. He always felt like he had to get even. He wouldn't be able to get any sort of sleep till he ensured you looked as cute to him in real life as you made him on your phone.

So, when you came back home from RAD that evening, he was already waiting for you. How he had gotten there faster than you was a mystery. He was laying on the steps, still in demon form, clutching his pillow in his hands. As soon as he saw you, he was up faster than you had ever seen him move. With a twitchy tail, he grasped your arm and dragged you to the attic, the place he always seemed to take you when he wanted to be alone with you.

“Belphie, what’re you?”

He pointed to the bed, glaring pins and needles at you. He wordlessly watched you sit on the bed in confusion. You glanced to a small table and noticed that there was one mug on it, steam emanating from the top, the smell of sweet chocolate drifting through the air. He strided over to the mug, picking it up in his hands before doing something you weren’t ready for.

He came over, placing himself in your lap, knees pinned to your sides, towering over you as he pressed the warm mug to your face. You immediately flushed, and you watched his top lip twitch as he prevented himself from smiling.

“Too hot?” He droned. He brought the cup to his lips to gently blow at the drink to make it ‘cooler’ for you. It didn’t stop you from burning up. His tail came up to brush against your cheek as he let the ceramic touch your lips. “Well?”

You parted your lips to let the sweet liquid fill your body, the milky chocolate making you warm. The sight of Belphie staring you down, his tail patting your head as the smirk he had tried hard to contain finally revealed itself. He didn’t stop until every drop was gone, and then he put the drink to the side, using his sleeve to wipe away remnants around your mouth.

“We’re not close to being even yet.”

[guigz1-coldwar]

'Show me the way' : New chapter for "Redemption in a Spirit in a Cold War" is out !

"Show me the way"

"Thank you."

Chapter Summary: The time comes for Yirina & Park to dress up for a special moment for the night: celebrating Zasha & Portnova's union, spending the night as friends...

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Taglist : @snowgoldwaylon , @clxudtea , @efingart

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A marriage...I never thought that I will attend one but it was all better since it was Zasha & Portnova one. It was just going to a fancy restaurant to celebrate their now-official union and of course, it was just me & Park with them as we wouldn't want to have too many people for that, it was better in private. I was designed to be Zasha's 'best woman' as Park became Portnova's 'best woman' but first, we needed to do something...

"Yirina, you finished or what?" I could hear Zasha's muffled voice through the door of the bedroom I was now sleeping in as I was dressing up in one of the suits they let me borrow after we came back to their apartment from Century House.

"Can you just let me dress up without stressing me out every five seconds?" I asked back to them as I was putting on the black shoes and it was not like every day that I was putting on a suit to go to a party to celebrate a marriage. "I'm just trying my best to not screw up your suit," I told them, making my shoelaces.

"You better hope to not make it happen." They warned me through the door as I got up from the bed I sat on to grab the white buttoned shirt on the chair near the door.

"It will happen if you continue to harass me." I scoffed to appease myself with a smile, starting to put myself in the white shirt. "You can come in, I'm finishing," I said, the door wasn't fully locked and Zasha was just there to stress me and then, they opened the door, already in their suit.

"You're looking good, Yirina," They complimented me, seeing me button my shirt as they entered the room, closing the door behind them.

"I'm not even finished, Zed." I shook my head, thinking about how I will look in a suit and I stayed positive for the moment.

"Yeah, but you still looking good." They repeated, leaning themselves on the wall near the door to look at me. "You got lucky that both of us make the same height & weight." They added, crossing their arms as I was moving to take the black tie on the dresser.

"Well, it's not usual for me to wear a suit every day," I started to wrap the tie around the collar of my shirt, trying to remember how to make a tie. "Wait, can you tell me how to make it?" I demanded from them, struggling to make it but I wasn't successful.

"Okay, I'll show you with mine." They reassured, unmaking their own tie to show me how it's done. "How to learn to tie a tie with Zasha Smirnov's lesson is beginning." They joked, their tie in their hands.

"Zed." I rolled my eyes, fainting an annoyance to them.

"Relax, just joking." They exclaimed, starting to move their tie near their neck. "First, drape the tie around the neck." They draped it around their neck, me following the same moves as them in a slower but sure way. "Hang the wider end of the tie at your right side, with the narrow end about 30 cm higher on the left." They added.

"Seems simple for the moment," I commented, my hands at the same position as them on my tie.

"Now, cross the wide end over the narrow end." They said, doing what they said as I followed them, still slowly but still doing it well as they say. "Loop the wide end under the narrow end," They continued. "Then, loop the wide end over back again."

"Okay," I whispered, doing exactly their moves and copying them perfectly.

"Good, you're doing great." They confirmed to me, bringing a smile on my face and they saw it. "As for now, you pull the wide end through the neck loop you created, and then, you insert the wide end down through the front knot." They were now going a bit faster in their moves, managing in a whisker to do it too.

"I suppose that I have to tight the knot?" I questioned them and they nodded.

"Exactly." They then tighten their tie too after I did it first. "And to finish, you have to tuck the narrow end of the tie into the loop on the backside of the wide end." They showed me a little loop on their tie and I complied, doing the same thing as them.

"And done!" I breathed after I was finished with that, looking myself in the mirror, seeing myself in a perfect black suit with a black tie & a white buttoned shirt. "It's true that I look good." I proclaimed, checking myself around.

"You didn't wear those a lot in the past but it was always superb to see you like this," Zasha alleged, understanding why tying a tie wasn't so common for me. "The lesson to tie a tie with Zasha Smirnov has ended, thanks for having followed." They joked again about it as I was now moving to grab the black jacket suit.

"I swear, the next time you come to the action, I'll force you to take a lesson on how you can dress up in military clothes," I warned them, a half-serious voice and then, a funnier tone.

"Hey," They protested, a smile on their face as I was now putting on the black jacket.

"Relax, just joking," I repeated the same words they told during their 'lesson' before I was thinking of something. "You never told me: how did you propose to Portnova?" I asked them in a curious tone, just knowing that they did it when I was 'sleeping' after that mission in Cuba a month ago.

"I wanted to wait that you woke up after you shot yourself to kill Stone but I was...impatient." They started, removing themselves from the wall to stay near the door. "So, a day after, I went to our room and I kneeled...and I showed her the ring." They added.

"To say that she was surely surprised," I exclaimed, now fully dressed up in that suit as I was going back to check myself in the mirror. "At least, tonight, we're celebrating your union." I continued, looking back at them. "I guess that I'm ready now."

"Yeap." They agreed, opening back the door near them.

"Are Park & Portnova ready?" I demanded as I followed them outside the room, knowing that like me, Portnova needed to borrow a robe to Park.

"They should be still in our room." They replied, walking to get to the living room as we start now to await them to come to us. "It's okay for us to give you clothes, it's not usual for you to have these clothes on you." They commented, taking back my words earlier.

"I think that we will soon find a way to buy our own," I said, scratching the back of my head until we heard the sound of a door getting open and we peeked our heads to see if they were going out of the room they were.

"Is everything looking good?" It was Portnova that was going out, wearing a long red dress that was going to her feet, she was looking beautiful and Zasha was literally blushing at her sight. We both nodded but she was all alone to get out.

"Where's Park?" I asked her

"Was I asked ?" I heard a seductive voice going out of the room behind Portnova...and then, I could discover Park herself in a long black dress with make-ups on her face...she was...astonishing...

"Wow..." I breathed at her sight, blushing but also my jaw was slightly dropping down by seeing her, she was like a goddess to my eyes.

"You're looking very nice, Yiri." Park complimented me as she was coming next to me, wrapping her left arm around her right one. "So, are we going now?" She questioned everyone.

"Of course, of course," I responded in a low voice as Zasha & Portnova nodded before we started to walk out of the apartment, letting Beans in charge of it.

Honestly, I was staying astonished & hypnotized by Park's beauty in that black dress and it was going to last all night but for me...I make me remember that I was happy to be with her at her side. It was a rare moment that we were going to spend tonight and we all going to make sure that we enjoy it to the best without talking at any moment about work, only about ourselves and what the future can give to us.

Instead of going too far in London, it was better for us to eat in a restaurant in the Lambeth district and for that, it was Zasha themselves who decided about the place and when we arrived, we all realized that it was a good choice from them, getting greeted by the waiter at the door by our names as Zasha reserved a table for us...they were still full of surprises and I was happy to see them happy too.

The dinner went pretty fine, our discussions were not even focused at any minute, at any seconds about work as everyone except me for a part, to talk more about themselves. All of that, tasting the wine and the gastronomic food that were a surprise for me since they were mostly specialty from England and I was loving it...England was now home for me but I still have things to discover...

"Tell me, when did the two of you first kiss?" Park asked the married couple as we were at the end of the dinner, having ordered coffee for us before we could go away.

"I'm sure that it isn't work-related so we can tell, right, Yiri?" Zasha said, putting their hands on Portnova's left one on the table as she was drinking her coffee.

"A kiss isn't something common in work so yeah." Portnova agreed.

"I'll be curious to learn that," I muttered, holding my head with my right hand, my left arm on the table.

"Of course because you were there," Zasha told, making my eyes go wide as it wasn't something I didn't recover for the moment in my head so I was now very curious and wondering why I was mentioned.

"Here? How?" I demanded.

"Well, we're going to tell," Portnova replied, putting down her cup before purposely coughing to clear her mouth. "It was back at the Lubyanka and if I remember, it was in November 1979." She started, moving her hands to join Zasha's ones. "I...let's just say that I needed to talk in private with them while you were away from your office." She continued as Park was listening well & Zasha was blushing.

"I remember to have got up from my desk before...I make the first move to her." Zasha revealed, speaking up and I smiled about it. "We both got into a big kiss until you stepped in." They gestured at me with their head.

"And what did I say?" I questioned them with a raised eyebrow.

"You only say 'wow' in a low voice, almost jaw-dropped and then, you left like that before you came back 5 minutes later," Portnova responded with a grin on her face, making me discover how it happens. "You were pretty happy about it and also surprised."

"I can say that," I whispered, thinking of learning this now and also about their situation.

"And what about you two?" Zasha asked us back.

"Yiri makes the first move," Park replied without any hesitations from her like that, taking me by surprise. "I was working alone in a Dark Room of a CIA safehouse when she came in and revealed to me her feelings." She added, moving her hand above my left one, causing me to do the same with my both hands.

"I wasn't really ready to do this but a friend advised me to do so," I told them, remembering Lazar's pieces of advice to do something in those days...I can't forget them...and him as I saw Park's look about this 'friend', a bit sad. "I wouldn't be with her if not for him."

"She's right," Park said in a low voice, grinning a little to comfort me. "Since, she knows that I'm always here for her." She affirmed clearly to them before moving to kiss me on the left cheek, making me blush as always.

"Me too," I whispered with a smile on my face to her as the dinner was now finished.

The dinner ended, everyone all happy about the night we spend and we wanted to make a little walk along the Thames but even in June, the night was somehow colder and since we didn't take anything too much protective against it, we decided to come back to the apartment and to finally rest ourselves after that long day, Portnova having worked all day to the University and me, Park & Zasha to Century House.

Of course, as we all expected to face, we've been greeted by the meows of Beans when we arrived back at the apartment and I volunteered myself to go fill up her green bowl with her food and some water for her other blue bowl, both having her name on them. It was looking cute, making some tap on her head before I decide to head back to my room when Park was already under the blankets.

"It was a lovely night, Yirina," Park told me as I start to remove my jacket and then my tie off me after I came to the room.

"I know, nothing much to make me happier to see them united." I grinned in the mirror as I was having her at my sight by it before putting the tie away with the jacket... easier to remove than to put it on..."With their honeymoon that will do in the next days..." I muttered, releasing a little laugh about it.

"They said that it was about 4 days, did they say where exactly?" Park asked me as I removed my pants, putting them gently on a chair away after getting off my shoes.

"I think it was in the south of England, you can ask them tomorrow before they leave," I suggested as I moved to get on the bed, keeping the white unbuttoned shirt on me. "You're curious about where they could go," I said.

"I just wanted to know, that's all." She smiled at me as I was installing myself in the bed, staying above the blankets, almost exhausted. "Something's wrong?" She asked me worried.

"No...it's just that...if only I can live those good moments for a long time..." I replied in a low voice before I lie down, holding my head with my left hand and looking away from Park. "I just want to be happy," I whispered to myself as the pain of living those troubling moments against Perseus wasn't going to end any sooner.

"I love you," Park affirmed in a good & low voice as she wrapped her arms around my shoulders and her lips, kissing me at the back of my neck and it was enough to move me.

"Thank you." I was feeling tears in my eyes when she told me that, feeling secure with her...and happy with her arms around me before I could close my eyes, still crying.

I was alone in a forest, leaning against a tree & wearing a black Perseus military uniform and smoking a cigarette before I threw it away as it wasn't even fully finished at all. I looked back behind me to see from afar a sort of military base and by hearing it from here, music & people were singing, dancing, and drinking but me, I wasn't really into the mood of doing so. I was feeling a pain in the shoulder & a part of it in the leg, probably from Afghanistan.

The only thing that was with me right now was the cold air on the part of my skin that wasn't covered by my clothes, mostly my arms & my face above all. In here, I was just neutral but in me, I was mainly angry about things...a lot of things, things that happened recently and in my head, I could know right of the events that were making me angry & staying alone from the others...I wasn't in the mood.

"Why are you away, Yiri ?" I didn't even flinch at once from my spot as I heard Freya and hear her footsteps coming behind me.

"Why are you coming ?" I asked back to her in a harsh tone, crossing my arms and looking away in the darkness of the forest. "I don't want to be disturbed."

"Are you mad?" She demanded, approaching me, hearing her footsteps closer to me.

"Why I shouldn't be?" I said, moving away from the tree, seeing her dressed in her uniform, her hand that was going to touch me. "I'm mad at you, at everything," I explained. "I never saw you raise your gun against a civilian, why did you do this ?" I questioned her but I raised my hands towards her, meaning that I didn't want to know.

"I'm sorry, okay." She whispered in a low voice, looking down at her feet.

"I'm mad because of what you did and you reacted & talked to me after this day, it was only two days ago, and since, that's why I'm staying alone." I clarified to her, putting my hands on my waist.

"You don't have to stay alone, you have me." She tried to reason with me, starting to approach me upfront.

"I know but I can't look at you in the eyes since you pulled that trigger," I told her, true in my words as I wasn't looking at her. "When I think that I proposed to you one day before you did this."

"No, please, don't say that." She pleaded, finally moving to get her hands on my own. "It was great, I loved it and sincerely, I'm sorry, I wasn't myself that day when I killed him." She added to me, her left hand getting my head up by putting it below my chin. "I'm sorry, Yiri, I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry too." I apologized too to her, thinking at first that it was because of my harsh attitude like if I didn't want to hurt her.

"That's okay." She smiled at me before her left hand goes back to my right one, now both looking at them with a grin on our face as they were now interlocked.

"Uhm...I don't want to return to the others but can we have a slow dance?" I asked her like that, a thought flying through my head, thinking that it was something to do after a proposal. "It must be weird from you but can we?"

"Why not?" She agreed with a smile before taking a breath.

"Show me the way," I ordered in a passive & low voice as she was moving her both arms on my shoulders.

"Put your hands around my waist and we could start." She said and I complied, moving them around her waist as she said before we start to move...slowly, turning around our spot and not looking away from each other. "I love you."

"Thank you," I said as tears were coming from my eyes before Freya moved to kiss me on the lips, seeing her also cry a little from it, and then, we moved our heads on each other's shoulders, still crying and feeling Freya's hands behind my shoulders, knowing her love for me...

"I can't think of losing you, Yirina...I can't live without you!"

[yandere-daydreams]

Requests open tomorrow, but tonight, I plan on being as selfish as possible. No one asked for this, no one wanted it, and yet, I give you all some of my favorite Minecraft Mobs as Modern Yanderes. 

TW: Emotional Manipulation, Stalking and Kidnapping. 

Picrews: Creeper, Zombie, Skeleton, and Enderman. 

Type: Creeper

Name: Everett Warrens

Bio:

~He tries to look tough, but don’t be fooled. This man is the softest of them all.

~Everett is definitely an Obsessive, in terms of how much he needs to be around you alone. He’ll try to push you away, at first, to cross his arms and grit his teeth and go on for hours about how he doesn’t need anyone else, but all the complaining in the world won’t stop him from gravitating to your side. Not that he tries to keep himself away, after a while. 

~It’s awful, how many different sides of him you bring out. He swears you’re a breath of fresh air, something to help him calm down and relax, but for all his promises and rationalizations, he can be so… explosive, when you’re around. It’s directed outwardly, most of the time, towards a stranger he’s deemed a threat or a friend of yours he doesn’t care for, but regardless of the reason, you’re always pressed to his side and you always bear the brunt of his anger. He’ll never stop asking why you flinch whenever he yells, though.

~After his initial aversion wears off (and before it does, really), you’ll never be apart from him. He puts a lot of value on physical affection, so even when you’re scared and crying and he knows he’s the cause, he’ll still be pressed into your side, refusing to acknowledge your need for space. Everett wants to be near you, so you have to want to be near him, right? He’d just be so angry if he found out you didn’t, and you don't want him to be angry, do you?

~Look at that face. He’s a vegan. Probably has a garden or some shit. Fucking vegan.

~He cares about you, but he can’t express it, he refuses to express it. He doesn’t know how and he’s not going to try, leaving you desperately attempting to figure out whether he wants to kiss you or kill you, that day. But, as long as you love him and trust him and never leave him, things should be fine, you should be fine. Or… you’ll be fine until his next temper tantrum, at least. 

Type: Skeleton

Name: Riley Delgado

Bio:

~You’ll like him, that’s the worst part. He just seems like a really, really good kid. 

~For all intents and purposes, Riley is one of the more normal Yanderes. A little off, a little quiet, but it’s nothing you can’t write off as your nervous friend being… nervous, for lack of a better way to put it. He seems to operate at a respectful distance, to let you live your life while he focuses on his own. He seems to, of course. You should know how these things tend to go, by now. 

~Riley is slow to approach you. He waits and watches, learning and looking for any weak spots you might have before starting to consider how he might be able to exploit them. It’s a meticulous process, for him, one that could take days, weeks, months depending on how private you insist on being, but don’t worry. It’s all worth it, in the end, when he gets to see how bright your smile is when you realize just how well the two of you get along, after all his hard work.

~Gaslighting will be big in your relationship. He positions himself as your shoulder to cry on, the only support you’ll ever need. Everyone else is wrong, by default, everyone else is bad. They’re the ones hurting you, not Riley, never Riley, he couldn’t if he wanted to. Even if you can find a fault in everyone else, he’s impeccable. He doesn’t have to isolate you, you’ll do it on your own, pushing everyone else away and relying more and more on him. I mean, why wouldn’t you? Riley’s the only person you can really trust, he’s said so himself. And Riley has never been wrong.

~That’s not to say he’ll never take a more direct route, though. Once he’s sure you rely on him, he’ll let his possessive side shine through, even if he’s still subtle about it. He doesn’t want to push you away, but he lets himself indulge, lets himself get greedy. Touches only bordering on platonic, comments that don’t seem so friendly… little things, just to reinforce how much you need him. How much he needs you, too.

~He’s on the clumsier side. It wouldn’t be bad on its own, but mixed with a passion for archery and a love for the sharpest arrows he can find, the end result is a little problematic. 

~Don’t struggle, and everything should be fine. Riley is controlling, manipulative, but he’s not cruel. He doesn’t want to make you miserable, but he’s hyper-aware of his ability to do so, proud of it, even. It’s why resistance is so futile. By the time you decide to test his patience, he’ll probably be itching to see how much he can really take from you.

Type: Zombie

Name: Ezra Steele

Bio: 

~Terrible. Awful. The worst. He can be blown away by a strong breeze, and yet, you’re the one in his basement. 

~The biggest creep of the bunch, absolutely. Chances are, you’ve only had a handful (most likely less) before he decides he’s head over heels, whole-heartedly, completely in love. He thinks you’re just the cutest! He doesn’t know how anyone manages to hold himself back when they’re infatuated, and he certainly isn’t going to try. You’ll know that better than most, by the end of it. Just… trust me. You will.

~What he does could almost be called stalking, if you’re generous. He hits all the major milestones you’d expect, but he makes no attempt to hide his intentions. In fact, it wouldn’t be wrong to say he wants you to know he’s there, whether that acknowledgment comes in the form of a note left in your closet, thanking you for the garments he ‘borrowed’, or on the rare occasions he cooks for you, letting you find whatever you’ve been craving ready and waiting by the time you come home. He’d like to think you appreciate him, despite how quickly you discard anything he makes.

~Probably leaves lingerie on your doorstep. He’s gross, like that. His ‘gifts’ will only get worse if you bother to take it inside. 

~Ezra isn’t one for planning, but luckily, he doesn’t shy away from violence, usually leaning towards the path of least resistance. If you struggle when he thinks it’s time to ‘take the next step’ in your relationship, then so be it, he knows you’ve always been so shy about these things. A loose brick is just as good as any proper sedative, in his opinion, even if you always seem so fussy when you wake up.

~He’s that vile mixture of delusional and terribly apathetic. He’ll go on and on about how much he loves you, how happy the two of you are together, but that doesn’t stop him from going whatever he has to urge to, regardless of how you feel about it. Just try not to complain too much, when it comes to the way he treats you. Ezra tends to fall out of love as quickly as he falls into it.

Type: Enderman

Name: Zacharia Garcia

Bio: 

~He’s a sweetheart, I promise. He’ll kidnap you then cry when you yell at him, but I promise, he’s a sweetheart.

~It helps that he's very, very lucid. He knows his feelings are more intense than they should be, but as much as he tries to push them down, they keep bubbling up, boiling over, resurfacing stronger and darker than ever before. As much as he tries to think rationally and keep you as far from him as possible, he breaks as soon as he sees your smile or hears your laugh, hell, the right look could make him fall apart. It’s almost funny, how the smallest thing can make a grown man shatter like a pane of glass. 

~He’s harsh with himself, but Zacharia’s nothing but gentle, when it comes to. Regardless of how mad you make him, what you yell or how loudly you scream, the most he’ll do is hush you and tighten your restraints, only using a gag when he can’t stand to hear another word. It’s selfish of him, really. He doesn’t want to think of your relationship as anything less than perfect, so he does his best to get it as close as possible. Of course, his standards waver from time to time, but that’s only natural. You can hardly hold it against him. 

~The only thing that makes him angry, really angry, is violence. You can hit him, tear up your room, rip one of the many, many gifts he’s brought home for you to shreds, but as long as it’s physical and messy and unignorable, it’ll set him off. The most you can do is hide and hope he blows off some steam before confronting you. He doesn’t expect you to be happy, but he can’t stand the idea that you’re not trying just as hard as he is to make this work. It's just rude, honestly. 

~Those glasses are useless, by the way, he hasn’t had his prescription checked in years. If you ever ask him to read something, he’ll probably pretend to scan over the same page for a few minutes before handing it back and whining until you read it to him.

~He’s like a well-trained pet. He might be intimidating, at first, but as soon as you show him some love and prove you can behave, the only thing he ever wants to do is be with you. And if you can’t make the first step… he’ll deal with it. He’s never been the affectionate type, but he’s sure that if he proves he can take care of you, you’ll have to come around, eventually. Even if he has to make an effort to persuade you, from time to time.

[handswritteeen]

(i actually used picrew for this because i didn’t have time to whip something up TT. here’s the link: https://picrew.me/image_maker/1003923 by umasan_hi)

(for @witchhazelbazel​ ‘s oc event!!)

divine name: Lunaria

goes by Akari

age: some kind of old...

height: 5’1 (because irl I’m shorter, this gives me pride)

pairing: up to you haze!

moon archon, archon of darkness/shadows/solitude

Bio: Born out of the darkness of Celestia, Akari is the archon of the moon. Although she was born into a family of immortals, she is one of the remaining archons originally from Celestia, along with her younger twin brother, Haruki. She did not take part in the archon war, seeing that her place in Celestia will not be taken away from her anytime soon. Mortals need the moon, nonetheless the waters must move somehow (which is why she doesn’t have a nation either).

Akari is quite a childish person when it comes to people she’s close to. While growing up, other archons chose to not take her seriously for the way she carelessly walked among mortals. However, she is respected among some adepti and archons for her skill in battle, wielding a sword crafted from blue moon dust (nothing special, just something random) and crystal cores. Her battle style consists of flips and tricks, quite agile moves and skills. Technically, Akari can manipulate ‘dark magic’ (I haven’t really developed this), but can use any of the elements to her will (usually doesn’t, not that necessary for her though). And of course, her abilities become stronger under moonlight.

Akari would usually roam around the mortal world, either visiting other archon’s nations or just wandering around. Mortals have piqued her interest and Celestia seems to have bored her. Her brother detests her love for mortals, saying that they are feebly souls with a weak body.

Personality: Quite intimidating at first; a glance at her would usually leave you in a stare. She’s actually talkative if you were to walk up to her and ask her something; after getting close, she’s willing to open up. Maybe a bit protective of some things.

Companions of Akari are always in the best care. She’s protective, she’ll look out for you whenever she can. She’s lost many, but none have been as close as others. Getting hurt in the end isn’t her biggest concern.

Values: friendships/relationships, gifts from anyone and everyone

Likes: cats, tends to pet them around Liyue; seelies; hydro slimes; has a thing for Diluc’s dandelion wine; guys with long hair 🤤

Dislikes: formalities, having to actually navigate to certain places, stuck-ups; cicin mages

little short story between why the twins hate each other:

Lunaria and Aelius (Haruki’s divine name) were seen as the next most powerful archons to descend from Celestia. Although Akari tends to wander around mortals and hang out with them, Haruki keeps track of his older twin sister out of spite. Akari started to become more and more distant as others in Celestia had become more uptight and formal. Haruki holds the position of a prime example to all archons, a prim and proper star (except Barbatos thinks he’s a total stuck-up). Awhile after the archon war, Akari started to get closer to a human. A mortal that had the same eyes that reflected the sky and the personality of a protective hawk (he was a very pretty mortal, according to Akari). Haruki was not at all fond of this mortal, simply because it was a mortal after all.

One night, after Akari had stayed awhile with the mortal, she made her way back to the home her brother and her shared. She came back to Haruki scolding, shouting, and pure anger being thrown at her. Haruki didn’t understand why his sister was so carefree, why she was so unbound to immortal chains, how could she trust someone so,, easily? He just didn’t understand. What was so special about mortals? Akari stormed out that night and held hands with her favorite mortal under a blue moon. She didn’t face Haruki for a thousand years, but of course, as time passed, so did her favorite mortal; moving on was just a tedious task at this point.

Eventually, Akari waltzed back home to Haruki, only to be surprised with a mortal women clinging to his side, pushing her breasts beside his arm. The look on his face was pure smitten, the sun archon was absolutely whipped for a mortal. A mortal. As surprised as she was, she greeted Haruki with open arms and apologized for her absence. Haruki was quite monotone towards his sister’s presence but introduced the mortal, Ayano. She had long, purple hair and bright brown doe eyes. Akari sensed that this mortal was after something else, as Ayano smirked and a mischievous glint in her eyes appeared after she had looked at the archon.

Ayano appeared around Haruki almost all the time, always clinging to his side, giggling and kissing his cheek (making the younger twin extremely flustered). Once upon a night, Akari was up late, watching Mondstadt’s winds from above. She heard footsteps stumbling around her brother’s bedroom; prying the door open, she saw Ayano hovering over Haruki, her hand right on his chest, chanting something, like a spell. Ayano’s hand glowed, but then she suddenly stopped after feeling the presence of a figure. Akari had already left the house in search of Morax and Xiao.

Sitting in front of them with a cup of tea in hand, she recalled her sightings to the archon and adeptus, voicing her concerns out of panic.

“She’s trying to steal his gnoses, I know it! that spell she was chanting is supposed to reveal the gnosis right in front of her!”

“Did she finish the spell?” Xiao bluntly asked.

“..No. I think she heard me leaving and stopped.”

“So you have yet to confront her, hm?” Morax hummed.

Akari held her chin up high and nodded. “She’s after his power, nothing else.”

And with that, she left her teacup on the table and rushed home with the thought of exposing Ayano’s facade.

By the time she got there, she found them sitting on the couch, all over each other.

“Ahem.” She coughed into her fist.

“O-oh! You’re back.” Haruki pointed out, pushing Ayano softly aside. Ayano huffed and puffed her cheeks out.

“I need to talk to you, little brother.”

Haruki stayed silent and got off the couch, making his was behind his twin to another room.

“Ayano is not here for you. She doesn’t love you at all. She’s here for power.” Akari explained, crossing her arms.

“What makes you think that? She’s everything I’ve ever wanted! She loves me!” Haruki argued.

“Oh please, I saw her chanting a spell on you last night! Right under the moon!”

“And? She was probably just healing some injuries throughout the night!”

“Healing spells don’t require intricate chanting! The spell she used revealed your gnoses! I saw it with my own eyes!”

“Akari, that woman loves me. You’ve always had this stupid, carefreeness, that I never got! You have everything! Let me have this woman’s heart as she does mine! You once loved a mortal, no? How did that go for you?” Haruki glared at her and pushed her shoulder aside and walked back out to Ayano.

Feeling defeated, Akari made her way to Barbatos, chugging down a bottle of the Ragvindr’s wonderful wine. Akari and Haruki don’t speak for just a couple of weeks.

A disturbance in the Sun’s cycle causes Akari to trudge home with regret.

“It’s the middle of a hot summer and your sun has shined for too long-“ Akari opened the door, sighing, only to see a knife with bright carvings pointed to Haruki’s Adam’s apple.

“Oh? Getting kinky in my home, I see.” Akari smirks. “I didn’t know you were the one to enjoy being subdued, little brother.”

“A-akari, please,,” He shuddered.

“Another word and I think we’ll be done here,” Ayano muttered. “For the archon who controls the sun, you’re so weak for lovely people like me, hm? How simple.”

“Oh please, you took the easy way and had him when he was vulnerable, human. Don’t pride yourself,” Akari rolled her eyes and walked towards the two on the ground. “I doubt you can even wield a gnoses to your favor,”

Ayano growled and plunged her hand into Haruki’s chest. Haruki wailed in pain, Akari stood aside, watching the fiasco go down.

Lifting up the glowing white gnoses, Ayano laughed.

“Watch me, it shouldn’t even be that hard!”

“W-wait, Ayano, you can’t! Y-you’ll-“

“Be quiet brother, let her figure it out, she’s gotten this far, she should know.” Akari watched as Ayano tried to resonate with the gnoses, slowly consuming it with some unknown magic.

“Oh, a witch? You fell in love with a witch? What a surprise!”

“Akari! My gnoses!”

“Maybe you’ll be fine without it.”

“Please!”

Akari turned her attention back to Ayano, who was began to cry out from the power the gnoses held. Akari pushed Ayano off of her brother’s lap and grabbed the gnoses from in between her hands, tossing it to her brother and pinning Ayano down.

“I’ll lock you in the depths of shadows forever,” Akari muttered.

“I’d like to see you try!” Ayano spat in her face.

Suddenly, a bright light blinded the both of them. Akari was pushed back onto the floor, while Ayano was chained with some kind of heavenly material.

“Get out. You have no place in Celestia, nor the mortal world, human. May you wander around light.” Haruki spoke up, his white hair, black cowlick on the top of his head, and red eyes glowing.

Akari brushed her hair aside, sighing as Ayano’s body dissipated, her screams fading into the light.

“Hey-“

“Get out.” Haruki said.

“What are you talking about?”

“Get out. You have no place here.”

“Excuse me? I basically saved your life-“

“JUST LEAVE!” He shouted, turning away from Akari’s face.

And with that, the twins have yet to face each other. The sun and moon still switch places in the sky, yet there is an ominous force that made it seem different than before. Akari goes to Morax after that night, groaning in despair and ranting about her idiot younger brother. Barbatos has heard the story enough to recite a song about it, the tale of a split moon and sun. Xiao has the urge to bring his spear up to Haruki’s neck and make him explain for such foolish actions.

Akari’s love for mortals waver, as her broken relationship with her brother has changed forever. Until, one day, a bright, yellow star falls towards the outskirts of Mondstadt, a traveler of the prophecy will appear.

[alias-levi]

check in tag

thanks go out to Dru (@dru-reblogs-stuff)! I know it's been forever since this tag but it looked fun so here you go 😌

1. Why did you choose your url?

well, this used to be a writeblr and i chose the name Levi to go by online a while ago and that's pretty much where it all came together. since writers sometimes use an alias, you know 👀

2. Any sideblogs?

yes! since this is my main, i have just recently decided to post my writing on a side blog that can be found here - @i-go-by-levi (i'm very creative when it comes to naming blogs as you can see haha)

3. How long have you’ve been on tumblr?

with my current active blogs since April 2019, and before that on and off since like 2016 or 2017 but those accounts have been deleted by me since.

4. Do you have a queue tag?

i used to! it was #ps i love queue but i am too lazy to add it anymore

5. Why did you start your blog in the first place?

back in the day before i joined the writeblr community i had a song lyrics quote blog that actually posted up to three times a day (all queued of course) but i got tired of that so i abandoned Tumblr for a while and then came back with a changed url, template and idea

6. Why did you choose your icon?

i change my icon every few months actually and it used to be some stock photo of a typewriter but in the past months since i moved out from home and been changing personally, i decided i can go with a picrew as well. i'm ususally changing my icons between some fantasy type of way to portray myself and rather realistic ways, often adding aspects to my appearance that i do not have in real life

7. Why did you choose your header?

up until my last blog updates and re-designs like a week back i used to put great thought to the choice of my header and making it the source of my color palette for the blog - i gave that up because i didn't really feel like doing that anymore and i am also trying to work on my perfectionism so... no header for me anymore haha

8. What’s your post with the most notes?

one time i decided to share my thoughts about needing someone to listen while i ramble about a plot i am planning but i don't need them to contribute anything "hm" and "yes" and "okay" - and then i got 284 notes for that

9. How many mutuals do you have?

hard question, i haven't been active in the past six months but counting who i interacted with rather often back then i can say about four 🤷‍♀️

10. How many followers do you have?

honestly, looking at the notes my posts got, more than i thought i would have

11. How many people do you follow?

96, i recently sorted that out.

12. Have you ever made a shitpost?

i don't think so. reblogged, yes. written myself, probably not.

13. How often do you use tumblr each day?

not as much as i would want to. i am currently at like two times a week, maybe three.

14. Did you have a fight/argument with another blog once? Who won?

none i would know of haha

15. How do you feel about “you need to reblog this” posts?

they do catch my attention but ultimately i decide situation and topic dependent if i really "need to reblog this".

16. Do you like tag games?

i really really love them with all my being! though sometimes, with uni and life and stuff, it's a bit hard to everything asap but i really enjoy being tagged!

17. Do you like ask games?

same as the tag games. i love them! though it might take me a bit to come back to all the asks and properly answer them.

18. Which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

that's a tough question for someone who hasn't been properly on here in six months. i think i'll pass on this one, sorry.

19. Do I have a crush on a mutual?

no i don't.

20. Tags?

i am tagging @liz-pooh (to let her know that i am waiting for her return to Tumblr), and everyone who sees this and feels like doing it. i am not confident enough yet to tag other people again 😬

[thebadchoicemachine]

Vass Dune (dsmp sona game)

(credit for the ask game) 

@n1ghtangel​ tada

Name/Age/Pronouns?

Name: Vass Dune.  Age: Ambiguous. Young Adult-ish. Pronouns: Any/Same as me. (Favors Vay/Ven/Vir/Virs/Venself - Rae/Ren/Rair/Rairs/Rairself - They/Them/Their/Theirs/Themself)

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Appearance?

(Generally) (Alt look) (semi-joke doodle) (oops)

Face: Eyes have no iris and pale light blue cat-like pupils. They have black check-like markings and spotted markings around their eyes, dark indigo shade around their eyes. Vir nose is mammal-like. Head: Grey/blue/black ear-fins. They also have bug-antlers (not shown in the picrews). Hair: Vir hair is a desaturated dark purple. It’s very short (nearly buzzed) apart from a tuft in the front and two long strands in the back. There’s dark blue feathers strewn around it’s scalp.  Body: 5′7. Rae have pale grey-purple skin. Has two tails (barbed lion style) and black spotted and check markings on it’s back shoulder blades. They have paw-hooved feet. 

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Where do they live?

Outskirts/wilderness outside of the Badlands. -

Friends with any canon characters?

Enderwalk Ranboo...? Ghostbur probably checked in for a lot of blue? 

I wanna say Hannah and bbh but I feel so awkward inserting into actual plot with specific CC’s by-the-name characters. It feels too much like y/n fanfiction wich makes me viscerally uncomfortable even if every character involved including mine id technically an oc. 

The eggpire in general is probably very friendly though. Just Vass’ weird neighbors... for now. 

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Friends with any non-canon characters?

For certain I’m friends with @jack-stanifold-advertising-agent @foolishcaptains and @thecatchat (if she makes one)’s characters. 

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Do they have a job? 

Growing flowers (and etc.), and selling dyes and dye products. 

How long have they lived in the area?

A little before the Pogtopia War. 

Any pets?

Besides the hundreds of fish they leave in randomly placed fishbowls? A black cat named Greebie and a cream cat named Soup.

Any parents/siblings?

Nope! (Maybe might adopt said friends as one but I have to check)

Backstory?

Rae literally just live in the woods and do odd favors for odd payment. Kind of like a reverse villager. Usually working for chase. Definitely have some kind of unnatural nature connection and will certainly not steal your children. Generally they’re oddly unbothered by the events of the world and are pretty out of the loop. 

Hobbies?

Making underwater bases in the shape of fishbowls or making fishbowls on land. Also making banners. 

Is there a playlist for them?

Yup!

A meme about them?

Vass throughout 80% of the plot

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Can they fight?

Could they defend their home? Yes. Could vey win in a general pvp? No. No not really. More of a planner. 

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How many languages can they speak?

just common 

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Fight, Flight, Flirt, or Freeze?

Freeze but not in the way you might think. Vey are very easy to accept a situation to the point they just let things happen around ren. 

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DND Alignment?

True Neutral

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Do they have any secrets?

Despite the fact they are actually very aloof and unobservant vey also use it to cover for themself when they are aware of a situation. Makes things simpler. 

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Most prized possession?

A collection every kind of ink and every thing the ink was made of. 

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Do they know what the end is?

Actually, yes. They know a lot of things. A lot of random things...

[silverfrostheart]

Ok so proper bio time!

This is the picrew for how he looks. (I'll do a proper ref for him soon I swear....)

Bio!!

Name-Yuya Matsui

True name-Asura

Adeptus name-Lightning Breaker

Age-unknown

Species-Adeptus (in hiding)

Adeptus form-a black and pink horned 3 tailed leopard

Gender-male

Element-Electro

Weapon-Starry Storm (book)

Home-Dawn Winery

City-Mondstat

Occupation-Co-Librarian of the Knights of favonius

Relationships

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Lisa-Freinds (kind of sibling relationship)

Kaeya and Diluc-lovers

Jean-freinds

Venti-self proclaimed son to dote on

Rex Lapis-Father

Albedo-?????????? (Possibly crush)

History and personality-only diluc, venti, kaeya and Lisa are aware that this grumpy pink haired librarian is not only an adeptus but the child of the geo archon. Yuya doesn't like to make it public because back in the war, he was one of the many adepti who lost themself. (He didn't know he had lost himself at first. Xiao reveals the truth later)

Rex Lapis, Despairing, did not wish to kill his child, so instead he sealed him away. Many years later, Yuya broke free. After many years he regained himself, throwing himself back into books and knowledge as he did when he was just a cub.

Eventually one day after falling off a cliff, running from 3 mitachurls. He was badly injured when diluc found him. The wine owner took him in and after awhile, the winery became Yuyas home. Kaeya met him the day after when he came to bother his step brother as usual.

And After a year and a very dangerous investigation of an abyss order hold, everyone's true feelings came out.

Yuya loves his boyfriends very much. Despite how huffy he gets. He would protect diluc and kaeya with tooth and claw and lightning.

He also heavily argues and clashes with albedo due to....many reasons Yuya gives. They've caused alot of property damage that diluc just usually pays for. Some think though that there's more to the two

Quotes

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About diluc-"a kind soul is hidden by that stern face. I suppose in a way the same could apply to me though. He has quite the hard head though. I wish he would rest more. But I owe diluc much. He's a very wonderful man. And very sweet too."

About kaeya- "a flirty cheeky bastard who seems to have no regard for privacy....(sighs) But...(smiles) he never fails to make my day entertaining. Just as I owe diluc much, I owe kaeya just as equally. He's..equally wonderful."

About Lisa- "I adore her. She's fun to have tea with and stock up on potions. BUT...i do wish she would stop asking for details of my....private activities...."

About venti- "a darling brave boy who's smile never fails to make my day bright. (Traveler talking) "am I aware he's the anemo archon? Well of course. And no. That does not change my point of view."

About albedo- "HES A POMPOUS KNOW IT ALL ASSHOLE WHO BELIEVES THAT ALCHEMY IS SOOOOO MUCH MORE EFFICIENT THAN MAGIC. THEN HE TREATS ME LIKE IM SOME STUPID KID! I HATE HIM!"

About yuya's dreams and hobbies- "I enjoy history. Literature. Just overall learning. I may be older than most but I do not know everything. One day I wish to create the biggest most magificent library in Taevat."

Ballad of father and son----(poem I made up to explain the story. I imagine venti wrote it)

Long ago in the lands of Liyue, Bright

Did the archon, Rex Lapis cast his sight

Upon a family so pure and sweet

It was then the archon knew he was not complete

He saw the bond between father and child

And how sweetly the family smiled

It was then he decided, he would create a life

A child of his own with a smile free of strife

Flying back to his home in the sky

Did Rex lapis's golden eyes spy

A storm abit aways, flashing and loud.

Ah yes!

Picrew credit again to--https://twitter.com/ryukaku_rpg

[couldbeasong]

1-60 for the ask meme

Ope sorry I did not see this until today. I think I know the one? If it’s not the one you meant just lmk lol

1. Selfie?

You can have this picrew but I wish to be unperceived.

2. What would you name your future kids?

For female names I like: Harmony, Slyvia, Edelweiss, Bethany, and Opal

For male names I like: Uriah, Aiden, Kai, Levi, and Luke

3. Do you miss anyone?

My grandpa and Midnight (old dog)

4. What are you looking forward to?

Going on vacation in a few weeks, the end of the semester, and seeing @calligraphywitch tomorrow

5. Is there anyone who can always make you smile?

@calligraphywitch and my other girlfriend. They’re hilarious lmao

6. Is it hard for you to get over someone?

Romantically? Not really. You kinda gotta just accept it and move on. In the past, always being like: this will never work because of reason xyz helps.

Friendship wise? Absolutely. It depends a lot on the emotional investment I put into the relationship, but I find myself still missing people I haven’t talked to since High School or Middle School.

7. What was your life like last year?

It was weird being a freshman in college and trying to survive. I had a lot of family problems going on along with one of my best friends from High School being on her death bed for a while. A bit of a crisis of faith as well. But we survived, God willing! I miss pre-pandemic times tho

8. Have you ever cried because you were so annoyed?

Ask my brother. I’m sure there’s been an instance.

9. Who did you last see in person?

My grandma across the room from me!

10. Are you good at hiding your feelings?

I hide them so well I can’t even find them!

I like to pretend they aren’t there and repress them a lot but idk if I’m good at hiding them from others per say.

11. Are you listening to music right now?

I’m in a zoom meeting for class, so I guess my professor's voice?

12. What is something you want right now?

Freedom

13. How do you feel right now?

Kinda tired, kinda nauseous, kinda bored. Idk I probably need to drink some water.

14. When was the last time someone of the opposite sex hugged you?

Uhhhh idk about a week ago? My last hug was probably a week ago too XD

15. Personality description

I like to think I’m funny

16. Have you ever wanted to tell someone something but you didn’t?

I work in customer service- everyday (:

17. Opinion on insecurities.

Everyone is insecure about something. It’s kinda fascinating how even though all of humanity is exactly the same (in terms of our struggles and insecurities, we don’t vary) we still judge others for having them. Confidence is seen as a virtue and the most attainable goal. Society profits off of your insecurities tho so be aware of what they are and don’t let yourself be scammed.

18. Do you miss how things were a year ago?

Certain aspects perhaps. But 2019 is gone. It performed and then it left. It can’t hurt us or help us anymore. There’s little use in dwelling on that and wishing for 2020 to be 2019.

19. Have you ever been to New York?

No, but I swear Ima go one day and see a show on Broadway.

20. What is your favorite song at the moment?

I have like three I’m cycling between rn

When You’re Home from In the Heights

Wake Up by Jenny Owen Youngs

Together by For King and Country

21. Age and birthday?

Old enough to know better and October

22. Description of crush.

He’s super great and super intelligent, not to mention super in love with God. Frankly, he deserves better than me. I gotta lot of self-improvement that needs to happen, but we’ll see what happens XD

23. Fear(s)

Heights, drowning, spiders, super dark streets and rooms, not being good enough

24. Height

5′5″ respectfully

25. Role model

It’s changed through the various stages of my life. Rn tho a few of my Christian online friends

26. Idol(s)

I mean I stan Brian David Gilbert, but I don’t idolize him lol

27. Things I hate

Cheesecake, sickly sweet stuff, when someone grabs the receipt out of the printer even though it’s way more effort for them to do so than for me just to hand it to them and it throws me off of my rhythm, fudge

28. I’ll love you if…

You exist (and even not then because fictional characters just hit different lol)

29. Favorite film(s)

Tangled, Ella Enchanted, Enchanted, Howls Moving Castle, Princess, and the Pauper

30. Favorite tv show(s)

Brooklynn 99, Parks and Recreation, Ouran High School Host Club, My Hero Academia, and Bojack Horseman (I’m going through a phase with it rn lol)

31. 3 random facts

Blue is my favorite color, I own almost nothing in blue, people are better at identifying members of their own race better than members of other races.

32. Are your friends mainly girls or guys?

Girls- they’re easier to talk to and approach. Tho I stan and love my guy friends. They are kings.

33. Something you want to learn

Everything? Idk I have an insatiable desire to learn and it switches. Consistently, I want to learn how to make my own clothes, play either piano, guitar, or violin, and detail cars.

34. Most embarrassing moment

Uggg I’m not talking about it and neither is @calligraphywitch

35. Favorite subject

I really enjoyed Statistics as much as I have hated it. My all-time favorite class I have ever taken tho was AP US Literature

36. 3 dreams you want to fulfill?

Graduate grad school, get married, travel overseas

37. Favorite actor/actress

uhhh probably Chris Pratt or anyone who was on Parks and Recreation. Tho Broadway actors, I love Christian Borle

38. Favorite comedian(s)

John Mulaney

39. Favorite sport(s)

I miss playing softball and volleyball so prolly those

40. Favorite memory

There are too many to count. But usually, involve good conversations under the stars after 2 AM.

41. Relationship status

Have a picrew of my sister and me. Keep scrolling and mind ya business (jk ily anon)

42. Favorite book(s)

The Bible lol but fictional book wise, I will always love the Warrior Cats series. Red Queen was pretty lit. The Hourglass Door gave me a love for time travel aus lol. And Library Wars is near and dear to my heart.

43. Favorite song ever

You can’t ask me thisssss

Idk Hope is what we crave by For King and Country

44. Age you get mistaken for

24-30 it depends on the context

45. How you found out about your idol

@calligraphywitch

46. What my last text message says

No xD not disney

47. Turn-ons

When you have a musical playing and the end of one song is the start of another so they bleed into each other. CHILLS or when a line of poetry just expresses how someone feels. OR when different parts harmonize just right

48. Turn-offs

When my computer deletes my homework right before it’s done

49. Where I want to be right now

In a little cabin in the woods

50. Favorite picture of your idol

51. Starsign

Scorpio

52. Something I’m talented at

Reading peoples emotions

53. 5 things that make me happy

Music, Friends, Deep Conversations, Hugs, and God

54. Something that's worrying me at the moment

So much to do so much to see

55. Tumblr friends

Friends and mutuals include:

@calligraphywitch @an-assortment-of-forks @repentance-brings-healing @synthetic-blanket-hairs @loneallegiance @boywiththewand @knightof-cups @a-lil-strawberry @linkedwolf @indygo @obnoxioushair

There’s plenty more than that and I love you all ^^

56. Favorite food(s)

Tacos, Crab Ragoons, Salty Foods, RICE

57. Favorite animal(s)

Wolves and cats

58. Description of my best friend

Artistic, beautiful, supportive, hardworking. She is hilarious and an amazing person. There’s so much to the many reasons I love her I just can’t do it in words

59. Why I joined tumblr

Back in the 7th grade, my friends all had one and helped set me up with one. And that’s that.

60. Ask me anything you want

You want nothing ig lol if you want to submit one I can answer it still

[goose-books]

darklingverse & magic

as promised! a look at the magical system in my speculative fiction loose-retelling-of-king-lear WIP, which you can find out more about here and here! this is a terribly, terribly long post, so i’m sticking most of it under a cut, but i can guarantee there are at least a few fun diagrams in there. (all character images used are from this picrew by cinnasmores!)

shoutout to waya @harehearts​ for helping me work out some of the kinks in this by asking incredibly helpful questions... waya i will untag you if you want i just wanted to appreciate your contribution. also going to tag @suits-of-woe​ because you mentioned wanting to see this!

Jasper’s dad talks about it like oil. Petroleum has to be refined before you can put it in your car. Unrefined, it’ll just as soon kill you as anything else. The natural clock ticks. A mage hits twelve, or thirteen, or fourteen. And then it’s roaring under their skin, like an electric volt, like a fever, burning in them, fighting tooth and nail to get out.

It always gets out. You pick the route. Or you don’t.

The first thing Vee ever learned was duplication. Small objects only. Jasper was crawling through stacks of post-it notes for weeks. It was like an illness: Vee would get too itchy, his magic nipping at his neck, and he’d clench his fists and then they’d have another goddamn stack of stickies. “He has to get it out somehow,” Dad had admonished Jasper, when he’d complained. “Otherwise it’ll hurt him. I do it, too. The difference is I’m useful.” And he had demonstrated by snapping his fingers and cleaning all the house’s dishes at once.

Jasper is loath to give his father props for anything. But he was, on that particular occasion, right. Within a year Vee could flick his hands and shut windows, heat leftovers, unlock doors, send laundry skittering across the floor into the hamper.

It makes sense; Vee’s an infuriatingly quick study, magically and academically. And he inherited their dad’s style of magic. Easygoing. Quiet. Unobtrusive. Less explosive, more creative. Nowadays the worst that happens when he gets hot under the collar is that he spawns another houseplant and Jasper has to brush the leaves off the kitchen table.

Because Vee followed Dad’s instructions. He annotated all of his textbooks. He mastered it early, by seventeen, because of-fucking-course he did, but he was already in control by fifteen. Everyone learns to control their magic eventually.

Most people do eventually.

— darkling, segment iv: control

okay so let’s get into this!!!

isn’t darkling a modern king lear retelling? what do you mean, “the magic system?”

great question! darkling is, in fact, a modern king lear retelling (well, very loosely; it’s my city now and i reserve the right to do what i want). it takes place entirely in and around a city called dovermorry, an extremely isolated place secluded in the mountains, surrounded by wilderness for hundreds of miles, and only reachable via a single train through the mountains. dovermorry is loosely in the american northwest, sort of, i guess. by which i mean that’s kind of where i’m picturing it, but also it’s incredibly vague and honestly i don’t really know. dovermorry is, like, you know… [gesturing] it’s around. [kicking any kind of definable map under the rug]

the plot is set in the modern day with modern technology. the magic that exists is woven into daily life alongside said modern technology, which is the primary reason i’m calling darkling speculative fiction. most people in darklingverse aren’t actually heavily affected by magic (for reasons i’ll get into but which basically boil down to “they don’t have much”); however, dovermorry as a city is mostly known for being The Place Where Mages Go. most of the families in the city have been there for a long time; they’re old money families with powerful magic who use their inheritances to study increasingly esoteric forms of magic that aren’t very helpful in praxis. this is because dovermorry is home to the large and powerful Mage’s Guild, which is in charge of setting the laws around what kind of magic can be practiced in the city and by who. if you want to study magic at a scholarly level, you’d better pay your dues to the guild, otherwise you’re gonna get the boot.

every large city has a guild, but dovermorry’s in specific is Really Big and, unusually, has more political power than the actual mayor / government of the city. partially because leovald stayer, the guild’s president, is just… ughghhebwfbefbdsbfbdsfsd. That Way. in dovermorry if you’re not getting the boot you’re licking it

“wait, slow down. what is a mage anyway?”

well, technically, anyone! everyone in darklingverse has at least a little bit of natural magic (though it might be very little) that develops during puberty/adolescence! so by its literal definition, A Person Who Does Magic, everyone is a mage. that said, in colloquial terms, the word mage has taken on a connotation that basically means… exactly the kind of people who live in dovermorry. like i just said: scholarly, probably rich, probably a little elitist. so your average working-class person is TECHNICALLY a mage, but if you asked they’d say something like, “oh, mages are those hoity-toity folks who join guilds and stuff, WE’RE just regular folks over here.”

“you keep saying magic. what are you talking about. magic is a word that means so many things”

don’t worry, in darkling it just means [gestures vaguely]. re: everyone has magic, it develops in puberty, and there aren’t really specifications - it isn’t like some folks get fire magic and others get shapeshifting magic or etc. it’s more like everyone has a certain amount of raw energy inside them that can be drawn out and funneled into different tasks/spells. some ground rules:

1. you can’t change the amount of magic you have. your magic develops naturally, and maybe you get a lot of raw energy, or maybe you only get a little, but that’s what you’re stuck with and no amount of practicing is gonna give you more.

2. that said, magic is hard to control when it first develops - and practicing WILL help you get better at controlling it. so while you’ll always have the same base amount, you’ll get faster and more efficient about concentrating it into tasks.

3. re: amount of raw energy: that shit isn’t limitless. whether you have a lot or a little, it will eventually run out and you’ll have to wait for your juice to recharge. like a battery. you are a battery. how long this recharge period takes depends on how much magic you have, how fast you used it all up (if you push your limits to do something Really Big, you’re gonna be wiped), and also just how you’re doing physically in general? if you use up all of your magic in one go and you haven’t slept in a while, you might want to, like, sit down. drink a juice box. take a nap

4. while magic isn’t limitless, you can’t just NOT use it, either. when you aren’t using your magic, that raw magical energy builds up in you. and builds up. and builds up. and it does not particularly want to be in you. it wants to be out in the world, actually, and by god your fragile human meatsack is not going to stop it. so if you don’t choose a task to funnel your magical energy into (eg, i use my built-up energy to send my socks scuttling across the floor of their own accord to get into the laundry basket), that energy will eventually decide to just come out on its own. more on this later.

5. like i said, the mage’s guild of any particular city sets the rules, but there’s generally one core rule and that’s “don’t do necromancy.” like, obviously you’re not allowed to kill someone magically, but you’re also not allowed to kill someone NONMAGICALLY, so that’s kind of a given? but necromancy is something only a few very powerful mages can do and it is a BIG no-no. don’t fuck around with death, man. people don’t come back right, but also, just, like, let them rest, all right? let the dead rest.

[image description: the “society if X” meme, showing a futuristic “ideal” society full of green landscapes, smooth silver buildings, and flying cars. the text on the top reads “society if no one did necromancy.” the text on the bottom reads “this post made by the official mage’s guild don’t do necromancy you freaks bottom text.” in the corner you can see the imgflip.com watermark that i could have erased were i less lazy.]

“so what CAN you do with magic?”

the average joe? not much. again, there aren’t specific categories of magic; there aren’t any ATLA-style bending divisions. if you and i have the same raw amount of energy, there’s no reason we can’t both learn the same spells.

that said, the average person doesn’t have a lot of magic! it is much less dramatic than i’ve made it sound. there are not big magical firefights happening marvel-movie-style on every city street. if you want to talk to your friend, you use your iphone, not some kind of distance-speaking spell (which would be hard to maintain anyway and oh my god the phone lines are right there). the average person, on a daily basis, will use their small amounts of magic to heat their coffee up, or to wipe up a mess or spill, or to clean their floor re: the socks i mentioned earlier. (while writing this post, i had to begrudgingly admit that the socks were not going to scuttle anywhere, and i was forced to pick them up with my hands, manually. tragic, i know.)

again. dovermorry is the exception to this rule. most of the people in dovermorry have a little too much money and a little too much magic and not nearly enough chill. but dovermorry has also been festering like a petri dish alone up in the mountains for decades so what can you do.

“hold on, are you telling me that people in darklingverse didn’t immediately start wielding innate magic quantities as a tool of classism? sounds fake”

regretfully i cannot retcon classism out of darklingverse as it is relevant to the plot. this is because the plot is “Incredible: This Rich White Guy Has Never Been Told No And Doesn’t Know How To Handle It Without Crytyping!”

[image description: a picrew of leovald stayer, a pale-skinned man with short blond hair and an angry-looking frown, plus tears that i drew onto him with the paint tool in paint.net. beside his head is red crytyping text reading “ii’mm sso; so..rryy i didn’t[ mme  a nit wwhy . are yu,,o suiiicdee .bai,,it,ing MMe gr;;acen im yuour da[d,,,”]

the general implicit belief across the country, but especially in highly stratified cities like dovermorry, is that upper-class people from distinguished noble families are just naturally born with more magic, and lower-class people are born with progressively less as we trip down the social ladder. is this kind of true, demographically? yeah but everyone’s got their cause-and-effect turned around. class doesn’t dictate natural magic so much as natural magic dictates class. the people on top like to be on top. and having jacked-up magic is a nice way to stay on top. so rip to the rich kids born with piddly little amounts of raw magic, because your family probably is not going to help you get places. and rip to everyone else born with piddly little amounts of magic, too, because unless you’re REALLY good at something nonmagical, you probably are not going to Strike It Big because those in power are gonna keep you down. and if you DO make it to the top you’ll be viewed as an exception that proves the rule.

there is some magic that is genuinely naturally harder to work with. the upper classes are personally really invested in making sure that kind of magic is painted as rough and lower-class. this is because it is threatening to them! and they do not want to be threatened. unless, of course, it’s them with the hard-to-handle magic. and then they’re fine with it.

“but didn’t you say everyone’s magic is basically the same?”

everyone’s magic can be wielded to do basically the same things. you can’t control how much flows through you. you CAN control where/how it gets out. and everyone’s pathways for how to let it out are basically the same (see the examples i mentioned above!). but some magic is a lot easier to control than other magic.

you can’t just not use magic, because if you don’t use it, it will use itself. it will Do Shit On Its Own. and that’s where this gets sticky.

so let’s get into that.

active vs. passive magic

now with fun diagrams!

[image description: a rainbow spectrum stretching from blue to red. the leftmost end (blue) is labeled “’passive’ magic” and “way down here you can mostly do fun party tricks.” the rightmost end (red) is labeled “’active’ magic” and “way down here you’re officially a ‘witch’ lol.”]

when i say active vs. passive magic, i should specify that this is not a strict binary! i’m about to use the terms in a sort of binary way to simplify this post down, but magic exists on a spectrum.* generally the less raw magic energy you have, the more “passive” your magic will be, but that’s not a hard and fast rule! characters vee and rory, for example, both have comparatively passive magic; however, rory’s is smaller and generally good for party tricks, illusions, and sleight of hand, while vee has more magic that he finds is really good for things like Growing Plants Really Fast and Making The Plants Do What You Want.

*i know this looks like some kind of metaphor for gender but i swear it’s not. you can trans your gender no matter WHAT your magic looks like i promise <3

i mentioned that if it builds up for too long unused, magic will Do Shit On Its Own. with passive magic, the Shit It Does is, like, accidentally growing a plant where plants shouldn’t grow, or changing your hair color when you aren’t looking. slow seeping magic that just kind of oozes out of you until you notice, “wait, shit, my hair didn’t used to be blue.” with active magic, if you don’t control it, it will Break Shit and it will not be nice about it.

active magic is - if we simplify both the magic binary and human genetics until they’re really really blurry - the dominant trait. if you made a middle school biology punnet square, active magic would be the dominant allele and passive the recessive allele. (i haven’t taken a bio class in two years no one get my ass for this analogy.) the child’s magic will take after whichever parent has more active magic. so, to illustrate that, let’s look at a normal family with a normal non-scandalous family tree. by which of course i mean the greenwoods. [canned laugh track playing in the studio]

here are ara, griffin, and medea (parents) charted by how active their magic is:

[image description: the same spectrum, now featuring three picrews of characters. ara, a dark-skinned woman with wavy black hair, freckles, and glasses, is placed leftmost, closest to the blue/passive end. griffin, a dark-skinned man with short black hair and glasses, is placed near the middle of the spectrum, slightly to the left. medea, a pale-skinned woman with spiky white hair, freckles, and gold hoop earrings, is placed rightmost, at the very edge of the red/active end.]

...and here’s how that went for them, progeny-wise:

[image description: a little family tree. ara and griffin’s child, vee, a dark-skinned person with wavy black hair, a worried look, and band-aids on his face, is labeled “quiet unobtrusive plant-based magic” in green text. medea and griffin’s child, jasper, a lighter-skinned person with spiky brown hair and freckles, is labeled “once accidentally shattered 50 champagne glasses at his dad’s birthday party” in red text.]

(yes, i know i said there aren’t any ATLA-esque magical divisions; that’s still true; vee just happens to get on really, really well with plants. much like jasper gets on really really well with entropy and causing problems on purpose.)

so the thing about “active” magic is that it’s usually more powerful, but if it’s too powerful it gets incredibly destructive. like i said earlier - if you’re part of the upper class, it shakes out fine; otherwise not so much. your choices with this kind of dangerous magic are to either fight it and keep it tamped down, or to lean completely into it and embrace your massive amounts of dangerous power. if you are rich, you can do that second thing! that’s what leovald stayer does, and he’s the president of the mage’s guild! good for him! [i say, through gritted teeth.] but if you aren’t rich, you had better try to keep that shit on lockdown, unless you want to be branded a reckless uncultured social deviant and - in most cases - a witch.

mages vs. witches

everyone with magic is a mage. only a few mages are witches. it’s like squares and rectangles, you know? you can hear gracen talk about that here in nice prose (plus baby cressida!), but the bottom line is that “witch” is shorthand for “woman* who has magic so powerful it’s unsafe, who uses it to break shit and be reckless,” and anyone with the “wrong” type of magic who doesn’t have a trust fund to back them up is getting tarred with that brush. they’re nothing like those elegant learned mages casting down benevolent laws from their ivory towers, you see.

*this isn’t a gender specific thing but usually women are the ones who get called witches because Women Should Know How To Control Themselves But Men Are Just Like That. god we love misogyny <3

tl;dr: misogyny and classism real. if you have hard-to-control magic that breaks shit then you’re destined to be a pariah UNLESS of course you’re rich and powerful and then it’s COOL that if you got too out-of-control you could collapse a building or cause a monumental storm or something. you know. cool.

[image description: the same magic spectrum. medea is still there, placed exactly where she was before. leovald’s face is also there, right above hers; in terms of magic, they are equally placed on the spectrum. leovald is labeled “runs the whole city” and medea is labeled “lives in a cave in the woods,” both in white text. there are three thinking emojis at the very top of the image.]

funny how these things work out.

in conclusion

in conclusion, if you’ve read all of this, you’re braver than the marines and have my undying love. if you’re down here for a tl;dr: magic is a natural force everyone is born with; some magic is comparatively harder to control; classism & other social structures affect the way a person’s magic is viewed (there are a lot of double standards); i really enjoy making little oc diagrams.

if you have questions, comments, etc, about this post or darkling in general, my ask box is always open! thank you for reading! [blowing you a kiss]

[parkliet]

Dear anon that called me a coward. I am not, fuck you. //lh

*green was answered by Wei, Red by Harley, Blue by eirynn, Pink by aydi. Sorry if it’s confusing.

1. Is there a boy/girl in my life? There is someone in aydi’s life.

2. Think of the last person that hurt you? Do you forgive them? Yes, I know I actually shouldn’t but I do.

3. What do you think of when you hear the word meow? I’ll meow back because I want too.

4. What’s something you really want right now? A beer and some love 😭

5. Are you afraid of falling in love? Yes, because it involves vulnerability and sappy stuff and I hate that.

6. Do you like the beach? Kinda, it’s not bad.

7. Have you ever slept on a couch with someone? Yes and I hated every minute of it.

8. What’s the background on your cell? The lockscreen below. The Home Screen is none of your business.

9. Name the last 4 beds you sat on? Mine, aydi’s ex’s, xyr brother’s and a friends.

10. Do you like your phone? Well if I say no I sound spoilt but I wouldn’t mind better y’know...

11. Honestly, are things going the way you planned? No, I hate everything and need death :/

12. Who’s the last person you added to your contacts? A friend from school, he found my number and I dunno how.

13. Would you rather have a poodle or a Rottweiler? Rottweiler

14. What hurts more, physical or emotional pain? Depending on what’s going on, currently it’s emotional pain being a bitch.

15. Would you rather visit a zoo or an art museum? All I want is a date at an art museum ;-;

16. Are you tired? Absolutely exhausted

17. How long have you known your first contact? Since January 2019

18. Are they a relative? No, school friend.

19. Have you ever considered getting back with an ex? No but *some people* have and I personally find it annoying because the ex is a jerk.

20. When was the last time you talked to the person you shared a kiss with? ...yesterday

21. If you knew you had the right person would you marry them today? I don’t see why not, sure.

22. Would you kiss the person you kissed last again? No, don’t think I would.

23. How many bracelets are you wearing? Currently 2.

24. Is there a certain quote you live by? “No”

25. What’s on your mind? This really big teddy bear i saw in the store, but I couldn’t get it and I’m sad 😢

26. Do you have any tattoos? Can’t get any yet but I really want a few!

27. What’s your favorite color? Pink and green

28. Next time you will kiss someone on the lips? Do you want a date or sumn?

29. Who are you texting? Currently my Classmates

30. Think of the last person you kissed, have you ever kissed them on a couch? Yes... why are all of these about kissing?

31. Do you ever have a feeling something bad is going to happen and it did? All the time bc nothing good happens

32. Do you have a friend of the opposite sex you can talk to? Yes, quite a few

33. Do you think anyone has feelings for you? From what I hear recently, I’m gonna say yes.

34. Has anyone told you you have pretty eyes? Yes and it makes me melt each time.

35. Say the last person you kissed was kissing someone else right in front of you? Not my problem, we’re not together so he can kiss who he wants.

36. Were you single last Valentine’s Day? No.

37. Are you friends with the last person you kissed? Yes

38. What do your friends call you? Whatever they want to at the time, I don’t care.

39. Has anyone upset you in the past week? Myself

40. Have you ever cried over a text? I do that a lot.

41. Where’s your last bruise located? My face, under my eye.

42. What is it from? I’d rather not say.

43. Last time you wanted to be away from somewhere really badly? All the time when I have to be with people who don’t give me space.

44. Last person you were on the phone with? I don’t make calls so the last person I texted was a friend.

45. Do you have a favorite pair of shoes? Heels/boots make me feel good.

46. Do you wear hats if your having a bad hair day? Yea if it’s necessary or it’s a cute hat

47. Would you ever go bald if it was in style? No, I love my hair too much.

48. Do you make supper for your family? No but I can cook if need be

49. Does your bedroom have a door? Yes

50. Top 3 webpages? Tumblr.com, picrew and Pinterest

51. Do you know anyone that hates shopping? My friends like shopping but hate shopping with me bc I wanna go to every shop.

52. Does anything on your body hurt? Everywhere (not even joking) currently it’s my left arm that hurts the most

53. Are goodbyes hard for you? Depends on the person really, if you were a bully or just a bad person I won’t miss you.

54. What’s the last Beverage you spilled on yourself? Coffee

55. How is your hair? Currently curly and not set properly so my bangs look uneven ;-;

56. What do you usually do first in the morning? Lie there for a few minutes, cos I’ll probably still be tired.

57. Do you think 2 people can last forever? Yes, if they are happy with each other.

58. Think back to January 2007, we’re you single? I was 9 months old so yeah...

59. Green or purple grapes? Both suck

60. When’s the next time you will give someone a big hug? As soon as I can without the chance of death.

61. Do you wish you were somewhere else rn? Probably somewhere quiet

62. When will be the next time you text someoone? Later today bc time zones

63. Where will you be 5 hours from now? Still at home, maybe the store idk

64. What were you doing at 8 this morning? Still sleeping

65. This time last year can you remember who you liked? An ex I think, not sure

66. Is there a person in your life that always makes you smile? Yes, the tumblr mutuals

67. Did you kiss or hug anyone today? No

68. What was your last thought before you went to bed last night? “Ow my fucking head” after hitting it while trying to get comfy at 4am

69. Have you ever tried your hardest then get disappointed at the end? Yeah, happens a lot and sucked every time

70. How many windows are open on your computer? I’m on mobile but 16 tabs are open rn.

71. How many fingers do you have? 10

72. What’s your ringtone? Whatever’s the iPhone default

73. How old will you be in 5 months? I don’t know how old I am now but the body will be 15

74. Where’s your mum right now? Lol who?

75. Why aren’t you with the person you first loved or almost loved? If you are talking exes, then it’s because we weren’t happy

76. Have you held hands with someone in the past 3 days? No

77. Are you friends with the same people you were with 2 years ago? Sort of

78. Do you remember who you had a crush on in year 7? No

79. Do you know anyone with the name mike? Nope

80. Have you ever fallen asleep in someone’s arms? Yes because I sleep in class a lot and my classmates let me

81. How many people have you like in the past 3 months? Between all of us, 3

82. Has anyone seen you in your underwear in the past 3 days? No, or I hope not

83. Will you talk the person you like tonight? Hopefully

84. You’re drunk and yelling at hot people from your car, your with? All my guy friends bc I’m more likely to get drunk with and I’m more comfortable doing weird stuff with them.

85. If your bf/gf was into drugs would you care? I mean I would prefer them to not but honestly it’s their life in the end. I would try to help but if I can’t stop it it’s not my problem, it would also be kinda hypocritical of me

86. What was the most eventful thing that happened when you went to see a movie? Can’t remember

87. Who was your last received call from? A missed call from my friend, I texted her back tho

88. If someone gave you $1000 to burn a butterfly over a candle, would you? ...yeah

89. What is something you wish you had more of? Love

90. Have you ever trusted someone too much? Sadly yes

91. Do you sleep with your window open? No

92. Do you get along with girls? Yes, if they’re nice

93. Are you keeping a secret from someone who needs to know the truth? I’m not exactly sure if they need to know

94. Does sex mean love? Absolutely NOT, lol just bc someone is horny and wants to sleep with you, doesn’t mean they love you

95. You’re locked in the room with the last person you kissed, is that a problem? Not really

96. Have you ever kissed someone with a lip ring? No but I did kiss a guy with a tongue stud...

97. did you sleep alone this week? All except one day, or was that last week...

98.do you have someone who makes you happy?Yea I guess

99. Do you believe in love at first sight? No, not really actually

100. Who was the last person you pinky promised? A friend

[dolphin-enthusiast]

my beloved morgy, good evening!! it's been a little bit, no? schoolwork has been running rampant and health issues are racking up, so i have unfortunately been away for a bit, not to mention i'll have to look for work soon due to financial issues,, life is quite hectic now! no matter what though, i always look forward to coming back here, talking to you has become one of my favorite things in the world!! 💕💌💫 (1/9)

"and so much has happened now, hm? with that in mind, please know that what i'm about to say isn't just mere kindness, and that i actually believe it wholeheartedly,, i think you are absolutely stunning!!! of course i got the notification during algebra of all classes,, but oh my goodness darling!!!! i'm so happy you somehow gained enough confidence to do that!! (2/9)

i was paranoid after my initial face reveal, but after getting so many nice responses before, i knew it would go just as smoothly for you 💓 ahhhh i just can't get over it at all, you're so pretty!!! i smiled a lot, and then my professor must've noticed, because he said "abby... abby... ABBY! are you ok?? you're face is so red, do you have a fever???" (3/9)

of course i dismissed it, but then to make matters worse, quinn called me during class about it as you saw already,, i swear, she just loves to torture me hm? 😖😖 but really, you are gorgeous, don't let anyone tell you otherwise, ok?? 💘 oh, and i must thank everyone for being so patient and kind during my absence!! your well wishes mean a lot to me! most people tend to get very frustrated with me, so i'm beyond glad that i can get a break from that type of treatment!! (4/9̶ 10)

it's been very difficult so far trying to balance school and my own health, so i've been extremely occupied as of late,, but when things settle down and i figure things out, i should be more active again! (it's what i hope for! writing you and seeing everyone is one of the things i actually enjoy anyway!!! 🌠) and all of those picrews and that drawing?? lovely as always!! (5/10)

aside from stressful school days and other events, today, quinn and our friend chloe surprised me by showing up to my house after school and whisking me off to this lovely asian market in the city! it was unusually cold, so quinn being the overly protective person they are, forced me to take their coat,, ahhh i felt so bad, the breeze was so chilly!! but sadly, the north really does get cold when the fall starts to hit hehe (6/10)

we took the metro over and messed around in our seats a bit,, it was nice and quiet for once! we ended up having a great time, getting dinner, buying lots of strange snacks, and eating different cakes at this quaint café, it was such a nice break from everything not-so-good that has been happening lately!! ✨ (7/10)

and luckily, i get to actually have a good time this weekend!!! my older brother is coming home to visit! despite college being so busy for him, he told me that he still checks in here at the end of every week haha, i'm surprised he even manages to do that with his workload 😖 he told me we're gonna go and get lunch together, so i'm really excited for that,, i miss him lots! ❤ (8/10)

so much has happened that i can't even keep track of it,, there's so much to talk about, it's crazy! i wish school could lighten up a bit so i could be here more, after all, i do truly enjoy my time here!! but i'm overjoyed that i get to return tonight despite my heavy workload,, it's always a rare pleasure to be able to talk to you dolcezza!!! hopefully i can be back soon by friday or so,, i'll be aiming for it 💗 (9/10

thank you guys for all of the support throughout these chaotic months, i never expected to meet such an amazing person and become so loved by a bunch of people i never met- you've all gone beyond my wildest expectations with how unbelievably kind you are to me! as always thank you, i love you all beyond words 💕 with love from the moon & back, your waifu xoxo 💖💖💖 ps: morgy you really do know how to pull at my heartstrings!! i better see no more of you doubting yourself ever again 😘 (10/10)"

THE LEGEND HAS R E T U R N E T H ONCE MORE 😳🤚✨ honestly darling ur reaction was quite literally priceless and Quinn only made this entire thing better ngl jdhdhwhd i almost cant believe me doing some dumb face reveal caused it either but....i aint complaining at all quite the contrary acc👁️👁️

I'd still insist ur bein way too kind but i'll thank u anyway for za compliments (i can only say the same regarding u dear👁️✨) dbqhshxkaha also a trip to za asian market sounds lit ngl me and the squad always go to this k mart thats on the way to our school and they have banging foods 😩✊

Now i can 100% relate to everything u said esp the school part....im exhausted outta my mind (in fact i deadass fell asleep while on zoom today during class djsbs) bc i still lowkey cant fall asleep in time at night and i have to get up early everyday so its like💀💀💀💀 i mostly catch up on schleep in the afternoon but its still a wack schedule and i barely have time to do other stuff let alone write which bothers me alot ngl....as for urself im glad u got to have some quality time w ur mates and also that ur legend of a bro is finally visiting (za clown army e a a g er l y awaiting his return)

I agree also that things have been movin fast like h e l l its already almost october tf🗿🗿 and i also hope ur fine health wise too bc ik all too well how school and an erratic schedule can throw ur entire body off and worsen ur immune system n all of dat shiz💀

Either way im glad u popped in again (as always my inbox been bombarded with questions regarding ur whereabouts djshdjdk) and may we speak of shows and anime again bc a bitch had finished bsd yesterday and im l i v i n😳😳😳