#this is such a cool prompt i had fun doing this!!

[written-by-spoon]

If there are any spaces left for your kiss requests, could I request 13 with Jiro? ❤️

Congrats on 50 followers! 😄

Kisses Requests ♡ Jiro + #13

ᯓ★ Prompt: #13 - Kissing their injuries

ᯓ★ Tags: gn!reader, reader wears a skirt but otherwise has no descriptors, fluff, slight angst

ᯓ★ Word Count: 1.2K

ᯓ★ Notes: first kisses request completed!! thank you Anon for participating and also for requesting my favorite ghoul (ㅅ´ ˘ `) i had a lot of fun writing this one, so i hope you enjoy it!~

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“Take a seat.” Jiro gestured to the examination bed in the patient room he brought you to within Mortkranken. You nodded and wobbled your way over to the bed, sniffling a little and wiping a tear from your eye.

You both just came from the Anomalous Combat practical, where you had taken a rather nasty fall. It was one of the few times you have been able to participate with the ghouls as today Professor Moby had decided it would be a good idea to start practicing your stigma-enhancing ability with them in an active combat setting. You had been maybe a bit too laser-focused on your role as you were blind-sided by a pop-up which was able to grab you and restrain you from behind. In the struggle to get out of its hold, you ended up scraping your forearm and elbow against the structure of the anomaly, and when it released you, you fell on the ground hard - scraping your knee and shin. It was an unfortunate turn of events, but it made you feel so clumsy and silly, as though you really were dead weight for the ghouls to manage.

Your eyes welled again at the thought, and almost immediately, a tissue was offered to you. “Thanks, Jiro,” you said, taking it and looking up at him. He nodded in response, and also handed you a small, wet washcloth. 

“You will need to take off your tracksuit so we can treat your injuries. Please use this to wipe off any dirt, fibers, or other debris from the abrasions. I will sanitize and treat them after.” You nodded, wiping your eyes with the tissue.

“Should I change into my uniform? Or a patient gown?”

Jiro considered your question, then looked at the time. “Hmm, it would be best if you were dressed in your uniform since there is not much time left before the next class.” He looked back to you, and tilted his head, clearly still processing your question, “But you can’t put on your button-up shirt or blazer because I won’t be able to access your injuries.. For now, please keep your t-shirt on, but you may change into your skirt. This will be the best for efficiency.”

You nodded again, “That makes sense, I can do that.”

“Good. I will be just beyond the curtain if you need me,” he said, as he pulled the privacy curtain around the bed.

You got to work gently changing your clothes as instructed. Once you were completely changed and had gently wiped your injuries, you opened up the curtain and let Jiro know you were ready.

He brought over a tray covered with neatly laid out supplies as you hopped up onto the patient bed. He gently lifted your arm up and turned your palm over backwards, forcing you to rotate your forearm. “Let me know if this stings too much,” he said, bringing a wet towelette to the injury. You instinctively winced and jolted at the sting and Jiro apologized, adjusting to a lighter pressure.

He quickly cleaned the wound on your arm and got it bandaged up, and you twisted your arm to have a look, bending your arm up and down a few times to see if any bandages would loosen with the movement. At the same time, Jiro pulled over a small rolling stool, lowered it to the shortest height, and gently guided your leg to his lap.

The cool press of his hands against your calf and ankle caused a shiver to run through you, and your face immediately flushed with embarrassment. He is barely touching you and you’re practically swooning.

“Is everything alright?” he asked, eyes flicking to yours from where he was working on your leg.

“O-Oh! Um- hah- yes! Yep, I’m good. I’m goood..” you babbled, trying to cover up your flush.

He smiled at your response - his characteristic, small Jiro smile, where the corners of his mouth just slightly quirk up. It disappeared quickly though, his professionalism sliding back into place. “I meant with your bandages.”

“OH! Of course! Yes, uhh- yes. Everything is good. I was just checking to see how tight it was, but it's comfortable.” You held up your arm, looking at the bandages again. Jiro nodded at your response, now beginning to work on bandaging your leg. After a moment, he glanced up at you and noticed that you were still holding your arm up, just..looking at it.

“Are you sure everything is alright? You look like you are deep in thought.”

You shook your head, returning from the small daydream you had slipped into, “Yeah, sorry! I was just thinking about how when I was little and I used to get scratches like these, my Grandmother would give them a kiss to ‘make the pain go away,’” you gave a breathy laugh. “It was a silly little thing she would do, but it always brought me comfort. Thinking about her just made me start thinking about how much I miss my family..” you trailed off, looking over Jiro’s head, but at nothing in particular.

He had finished bandaging your leg, and was now watching you. The melancholic look on your face made his heart ache, though he didn’t quite understand why. He tilted his head, thinking about the memories you just shared with him. While hummed in thought, he lifted your leg, bringing your shin up to where he could easily dip his head and press a soft kiss to your skin.

You jumped, surprised by the feeling since you weren’t paying attention to what he was doing. Your heart started pounding in your head and your flush returned - deeper than before, “J-Jiro?! What are you doing?”

He looked up at you, replying simply, “You said that getting kisses from your Grandmother would comfort you, so I administered the same treatment to comfort you now. Did it not work?”

Your heart did a backflip, and you felt a little lightheaded upon hearing his admission. How could someone be so genuinely sweet in such a nonchalant way? “Oh! N-No, it did.. I was just surprised, that's all.”

He gave you another small smile, “Good.” He leaned in closer to you, giving you another soft kiss on your outer thigh, above the bend in your leg. You bit your lip to hold back a whimper, not wanting to make an uncomfortable situation out of his sweet gesture.

Jiro gently lowered your leg back to his lap, and took your hand and gave you a small kiss on your wrist. Flipping your hand over and rotating your arm as he did earlier, he pressed one more kiss on the side of your arm, close to your elbow.

You watched him, completely dazed and in awe. He pulled away from you, observing your reaction. “Good, you look pleased now, so the treatment must have worked.” You just hummed in response and nodded.

He let out a little laugh and worked on cleaning up while you finished changing. The interaction between you both would continue to replay in your head for the rest of the day, leaving you in a dreamy state which confused your classmates - the last time they had seen you was when you left for Mortkranken in pain. Little did they know that you had shared such a vulnerable and tender moment with Jiro in Mortkranken - one that you could believe was a dream if it weren’t for the feeling of his lips on your skin, which burned and lingered well into the day

Little did you know that a certain raven-haired ghoul kept replaying the scene in his head, too.

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[harlotsforcinnamon]

for the prompts, adansey where Gansey teaches Adam to slow dance for an event (can be a party at the Gansey mansion or an Aglionby dance)

“Why can’t we do it here?”

Gansey paused with a hand on the door and cast an amused eye around Monmouth Manufactoring, taking in the sprawl of Henrietta rendered in cardboard and glue. “Sure, if you wanna have to dance down Second Street. That could be fun, though. Like Singin’ In the Rain.”

“Singing? I thought we were dancing.”

“It’s a movie. Y’know, Gene Kelly?”

“Is he related to Ned Kelly?”

Gansey ducked his head, and Adam caught the tantalizing edge of a dimple creasing his smooth, boyish cheek. “C’mon. You can leave your jacket and tie. I won’t stand on formality.”

Outside heat baked up from the asphalt. The evening air was cool on Adam’s face and a faint breeze combed its fingers through his hair.

Gansey was fair glowing against the nothing-color of a watery sky outlined in inky blue. Four inches of tanned collarbone taunted Adam, framed by white shirt.

He held out a hand to Adam and Adam had to hand it to him, there was something about being out in the open under the sky, about the slide of skin against skin as he took his friend’s hand that made Adam feel more-than. That made him feel real, not just a faded shadow of a boy, his slacks and shiny shoes no longer merely an ill-fitting costume.

[psychomusic]

induced to me by my contemporary art exam AND a rewatch of rebels after years that. got me into sabezra unexpectedly AND i updated krita and there were many new brushes i wanted to try

refs (IF U CAN PLS HELP ME FIND THE ORIGINAL COSPLAYERS i can't find anything EDIT: found them!! they're starwars_irl on insta and @rebelartistwren / lionesscosplay on insta. thank you guys <3) and ✨colored version✨ under the cut

i can't find themmmmm I've been looking for 2 days but all i found were uncredited reposts

anyway they look amazing

i really wanted to try greyscaling but I'm not sure it looks good. idk. + while i was making it i was listening to i love you by fontaines d.c. (GREAT SONG FROM A GREAT UNDERRATED BAND) and. the grey fit into that mood much better

also two versions without the sketch lines. where ezra looks happier even if they're uglier

[spectrumspace]

Cringetober Day 25: Gacha Life Kids' Games

not familiar with Gacha Life, tried to approach the prompt more generally!! everyone has their "posting low-quality footage of a game to youtube at an age far too young for youtube" phase. solidarity.

[gofishygo]

honestly i think ive started seeing a more simon/baker! reader posts since dropping that one post and a lot of them are pretty blatantly inspired by it... following similar plotlines and tropes. honestly it's cool i kind of feel like a celebrity and they're fun to read

[my-life-is-a-bad-sitcom]

guys yk all the harry is actually snape’s child AU’s, ok that but with dick Grayson. Everyone staring at this colorful joyful man who likes v-necks with popped collars and his bitch of a dad who has never seen the sun. And obv’s dick knows that John wasn’t his bio dad (bc Bruce is paranoid) but just assumed whoever he was was part of the court of owls and dick will never go to a secondary location with him bc of this.

[good-beanswrites]

Happy Valentine's Day @artsy-azure ! Here's your gift for the @milgram-valentines-exchange 💖

Fuuta x Minato (oc) ~ The first section takes place right after his T2 interrogation, and then skips ahead to a tiny post-milgram scene :3 I hope you enjoy!

Fuuta thought he would drown. Not sink into water or anything like that; he was worried the voices filling his mind would completely suffocate him. There were too many of them. Too many people, all of them knowing every dark corner of his mind, and shouting into it. It should have been impossible for one voice – one softer than all the rest – to reach him.

Then again, everything about that voice should have been impossible.

“Fuuta… Hey, Fuuta… Are you alright?”

He blinked. He scrambled over to the nearest wall. There were no visible openings in the cell, not a single imperfection across any of the surfaces, yet Milgram’s intercom system functioned just fine. Most days it would just deliver the ear-rattling bell to tell him the time. On bad days, it carried Es’ summons to the interrogation room for his extraction. On worse days, it carried Es’ summons to the courtroom for his verdict.

On the very best days, it would bring him the voice of Hoshizawa Minato.

(Though, seeing as he had just returned from a catastrophic extraction, he wasn’t sure what type of day it was yet.)

He tore his attention away from the chorus of judgements and insults. He pressed his shoulder against the wall, still unsure where the sound was coming from, but knowing it was nearby.

“I’m here,” he said, hushed. More than anything he wanted to yell and scream, but he would never risk it, now. Minato had gone through a hell of a lot to break into Milgram’s systems, and he wouldn’t let his big mouth ruin all that. It had already ruined just about everything else.

“How are you holding up?”

Fuuta pressed his lips together. “Any news on getting us out of here?” was all he said.

Hundreds of miles away (or perhaps next door – neither of them could really know), Minato’s fingers adjusted his headset.

“I’m still working on it. These things take time.” 

“I’m definitely gonna need it after today.” 

“Your interrogation… I know.”

Fuuta pulled his hood down tighter, tufts of ginger hair ruffling underneath. “How much did you see?” 

Minato’s eyes flicked over to another monitor. It displayed the files he’d gained access to a few hours prior. It would crush Fuuta to hear about yet another person peeking into his personal moments, so he opted for a non-answer.

“I don’t have cameras. I don’t see much at all.”

“Tch, I’m not a damn idiot, I know that! I meant, how much did you hear?”

“...Everything.” 

Fuuta squeezed his eye shut. He bit a curse back. There came silence.

Minato actually double checked some of his monitors, making sure they hadn’t been disconnected.

“So then, you know,” Fuuta said at last. “There’s no fucking way I’m getting forgiven this time around.”

“You can’t be so sure. The–”

“No one in their right mind would forgive me after that.” He winced, remembering his harsh cries at the end of the interrogation. What kind of accused murderer shouted “I’ll kill you” as their plea of innocence? When he wasn’t running his mouth with threats, he’d been pleading with Es like some kind of coward. And Minato has heard all of it. Fuuta could only imagine the horrors that the extraction held. Who could forgive him after they saw his anger, or worse, his pleasure? Who could ever look kindly on someone like that?

“I would.”

Fuuta’s eyes widened. He let himself sink further into the wall. A strangled laugh escaped him. He let his head hang down. No matter how much he wanted to protest, Minato was as honest as they come. If he said he forgave Fuuta, he meant it. 

“Yeah, like I said, no one in their right mind.”

Minato cracked a smile. 

“You don’t think I’m in my right mind?”

Fuuta scoffed. “You post pictures of clothes for a living. And in your free time, you plan impossible jailbreaks for murderers. Doesn’t sound quite sane to me.”

“Aw, come on. Do you think it’s impossible?” 

Minato was still smirking, ready for some more of their typical back and forth. Fuuta surprised him by pausing. 

“Well, it should be impossible. But…”

They’d been speaking for some time now. Whether it was quick comments when Es wasn’t around or long conversations into the night. Fuuta had seen many sides of him, and knew that he had what it took. He wasn’t like the vast majority of internet personalities – weak or needy or inexperienced. He’d proved himself time and time again. If anyone could pull this off, it would be Minato. 

“If it’s you… there’s a chance.”

“You’ve got that right. You can count on me, alright?”

Fuuta took a deep breath. The tightness of the uniform and the bandages seemed to lessen.

“Although,” Minato put on a falsely serious voice, “we’re gonna have a long talk when you get out… about that yellow jacket you own.”

“Haaah? What’s wrong with my jacket?’

“There are a hundred stylish ways to wear it and that was not one.”

“The fuck does that mean?” 

“You’ll be grateful when someone who ‘posts pictures of clothes for a living’ helps with your wardrobe.” 

Fuuta could feel his chest release even more. Minato spoke so easily about the future, as if it were something real and waiting for him. 

“As if I’d let you touch any of my outfits.”

“As if you could stop me!”

He took another breath. He smiled. No drowning today.

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After checking the clock fourteen times, Fuuta thought once more couldn’t hurt. It was still two minutes to noon, just like the last few times he’d checked. His frequent checking hadn’t brought the train to the station any faster.

Minato had told him that he was safe. He’d said this meeting wasn’t that big of a risk. The dust had settled. He just had to relax. 

The announcement overhead signaled the next stop was his. It screeched into the station, a slight murmur rising as the doors opened onto a platform of moving people. 

Fuuta lowered his head. His eyepatch would surely draw attention to himself, so he kept his hood down and his mask up. He just needed to make it to the station entrance. 

He made his way around stiff businessmen and sticky children. He tried to shuffle around a young man, but he seemed to step further into Fuuta’s path. Giving the stranger a quick glance, he started to mumble something to squeeze past. 

“Fuuta,” the man said, gaping in surprise. “It’s me.”

He inhaled sharply.

It was only three words, but it was enough to recognize his voice from a thousand conversations. 

Fuuta’s eye widened as he took Minato in. It was strange to finally see his face. Finally, here was the person he’d spent hours talking to. The person he’d spent days passing the time with. The person he’d spent nights falling for. Here was the one who had saved his life, in more ways than he could count.

His first observation was, fuck, this guy is way outta my league. His next was, he’s shorter than I was expecting. Then, gah, I’m probably shorter than he was expecting. He was in the middle of realizing, he has the nicest smile I think I’ve ever seen, when Minato crushed him in a hug.

Fuuta returned the embrace. His arms tightened around Minato. He was real. He was here. Fuuta’s hands grasped at his clothes and his hair. He was unable to control a laugh bubbling up inside of him. 

“You did it. My god, you did it.”

He breathed into Minato’s shoulder. His chest shook with some laughter, some tears. 

For a moment wondered if people would notice the heartfelt reunion outside of the train, then he realized he didn’t care in the slightest. 

Minato was laughing along with him in that beautiful, familiar voice of his. No more crackling speakers or hidden intercoms – he spoke right into his ear, hair tickling his cheek. Fuuta could have stayed forever in his arms, just like that. All that mattered was he felt safe. At last, he felt happy.

Talk about impossible. 

[thatoneluckybee]

Tell me about your OCs! (if you have any)

Good grief I have many an oc… I’ve spoken vaguely about my mains online BUT I keep it vague for privacy stuff lol. The main set are from a story me and a close friend began IRL years ago that was all but abandoned after the pandemic. They aren’t really into it anymore so essentially I’ve been given free reign over them. However… I have no set plan on what we’re gonna do. We both love art so we’ve considered making it into like a webcomic or a book but neither of us know. It’s just this series stuck in my head. I keep things vague with them love in case we ever do get around to making this a real published thing (also because I am… 60% sure said friend has a tumblr and Do Not Want Them To Find Me.)

[familyofpaladins]

Which of your TMayNT pieces were your favorites to do?

Do you have any favorite TMayNT posts you've seen from others?

Hi @friendlyneighborhoodterrapin ! :D

Oh man hard question

Favorite to do while doing it was probably Day 23: Fav human ally because, despite my previous trouble drawing the human characters after drawing so many turtles lol, drawing Cody Jones was easy and I ended up doodling him several times just for fun. I also enjoyed drawing the Day 5: Best Leo and I'm proud of how the armor turned out. And Day 14: Favorite Movie I actually did a lot faster than I thought I would and really liked how it turned out. I even made it the lockscreen on my phone lol

There were other days that I didnt necessarily enjoy while doing it, but loved how they turned out: Day 16: Favorite Episode, Day 22: Favorite Turtle Duo, and Day 21: Favorite Shredder

(Doing this ^^^ meme one was a struggle to get Oroku Saki to look right, and then my laptop randomly restarted when I was about 75% done with the piece, luckily it autosaved everything except the last few minutes of coloring I'd done. But despite the struggles doing it I loved how it turned out)

OH! and Day 4: Baby Turtles, it took the longest to do and I dont know what compelled me to draw thirteen turtles in one picture but I do love how it turned out lol

As for favorites others have done. Theres so many good ones, I dont think I could pick favorites lol

[another-clive-blog]

HI SYL WHAT ARE YOUR IDEAS FOR CLIVE WEEK???? asking for.... For a friend

And that friend is me ! :D Hi Vik !!!

(Just want to make it clear that I have never made any week prompts before lol, this is just what my sleep-deprived mind came up with yesterday xD )

Day 1: Family Day 2: Song/lyrics Day 3: Apologies Day 4: Valentine's day Day 5: Jack of all trades Day 6: AU/Crossover Day 7: Nuisance

[victorluvsalice]

I said I might do this in the tags on the first post of last week's Chill Valicer Save update -- here's the full-sized images from the in-game photoshoot I had my trio do right before said update so I'd have at least one shot of them in the correct order and wearing the correct clothes for my "OT3 Math" Valicertine's Day post. And then I ended up using all three anyway because I couldn't decide which one I liked best. XD Did I really need to do this for a single silly tumblr post about how much I love my Valicer OT3? No. Am I glad I did it anyway? Yes. XD

[paigemathews]

ooh I would like to contribute to the pairing ask

And I'm going to give you a bunch to choose from because I can't decide and also that way you get to do the ones that you find the most fun without trying to do the ones you don't have ideas for (pick whichever you like and feel no pressure to do them all):

wyatt and the manticore baby (this can be gen or romantic, whichever you prefer)

chris and bianca in the past

piper with her niece/nephew (gen, dealers choice for which child)

patty and paige (gen)

victor and henry sr bonding as mortals in a magical family

elise with one of the charmed ones offspring as honorary aunt

more of the baby morrises all grown up however you would prefer

piper re-meeting bianca in the future (gen)

phoebe and andy (gen), preferably with time travel involved, bc we get told andy cares a lot about all the sisters and vice versa but we don't really get to see that as much with phoebe

a charmed one with their ex bf in an unexpected situation (gen, again dealers choice of who)

time travelling wyatt and chris (gen)

and prue and paige (gen) either in a world where its a different sister that dies or after they've both died and they're looking at the mess and drama of future generations and Judging

I went ahead and added this to the initial post bc I did not originally, but I think that one pairing per an ask will probably be easier bc if I do all of these, it will end up being so long that someone will murder me for ending up on their dash. That said, I am begging you on my knees to resubmit the others because I want to do literally all of them please please please

Pairing: Wyatt Halliwell ? Sebastian Johnston (half-manticore baby)

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Trudging through the empty cavern, Wyatt kept glancing over to Sebastian uncertainly. His expression was uncharacteristically steely, normal jovial mood absent. Prior to their run-in with the demon, Wyatt had been the same way, intent on finding his siblings and cousins. He still was focused on finding them, but felt his attention split as they walked between worry for them and replaying the demon's words.

"Poor demon," she cooed, dodging the potion Wyatt threw. Darting into Sebastian's face, she smiled maliciously as she said, "Blonde of hair, fair of face, never will-"

She slammed into the wall as Wyatt snarled wordlessly, trying to get to Sebastian's side as the half-manticore shook off the daze that her spell had left them with. Sebastian opened his mouth, eyes narrowed, but the demon beat them to it.

Throwing her head back to let her hair fall back, she grinned as she threw out both hands. Half a second too late, Wyatt was caught in the blast as she telekinetically threw everything in her past. He lost sight of Sebastian as the demon's workstation flipped and-

Oh, wow, the Underworld really had tall caverns actually. Wheezing for breath for a minute, Wyatt heard the demon start her little rhyme over again absently as he tried to convince his lungs to take in a breath. That was good, because she wouldn't recite her weird... prophecy? spell? whatever over a corpse. Probably. You never could tell with demons.

Also there was no way that Sebastian, who came right behind Chris and Penny as the most likely Warren kid to fight demons by themselves - despite not even being, y'know, a Warren - was killed by one telekinetic blast. Chris did worse, and didn't that thought send a pang of worry about his younger brother through his chest.

Or, actually, that might be that one of the potions on the demon's workspace was apparently acidic in nature, and Wyatt's hand was burning a little now. Fuck.

Bracing himself, Wyatt sucked in a breath and pushed the table back and sat up. The demon was on top of Sebastian, one hand cupping his face as she finished her rhyme, "-of the Charmed One's embrace. Unrequited love is such a pain, little demon, let me spare you of it."

"Get away from hIM," Wyatt roared, throwing hands out, magic distorting his voice in the last minute. At his shout, both Sebastian and the demon's heads snapped over to look at him. Sebastian's eyes went wide, and he bucked his hips enough to startle the demon. Just as the energy blast was about to engulf them, Sebastian shimmered away, unfortunately taking the demon with him. The blast slammed into the wall, destroying the entire shelf of potions lining it.

Wyatt felt more than heard Sebastian reappear, spinning on his heel just as Sebastian came into view. Sending the demon sprawling onto the ground, Sebastian rolled to one side, scrambling onto his feet as the demon rose with a screech.

"Wyatt!" Sebastian pointed at the remains of the demon's knife collection scattered on the ground opposite of them, and Wyatt didn't hesitate. As the demon raised her arms, Wyatt threw out his arm and the demon's destroyed armory went flying at her.

"Well, that seems like karma," Sebastian commented, breathless, as the two watched the demon burst into flames. Seeing as the entire debacle started when the demon sent her own armory at them, Wyatt couldn't help but agree.

Blonde of hair. Fair of face. Something about a Charmed One. Unrequited love. Years of looks between family members and gently teasing comments that Wyatt never quite got.

Sebastian had been one of Wyatt's best friends since he was a baby. Whenever Sebastian spent time with someone, they were almost always guaranteed a fun time that they needed. Beyond just genuine joy, Sebastian would always have his friends' backs. He was Chris and Penny's most consistent backup in a demon fight. He was the person that Melinda would call when she wanted a friend to party with or play video games against. He was the person that would go after Parker when she got a too desperate need to prove herself as a witch. Even if they hadn't been friends themselves, Sebastian's love and care for Wyatt's family would have more then earned Wyatt's love. Despite his heritage, Sebastian was a compassionate person who loved deeply, and he was one of Wyatt's best friends.

But as the pit continued forming in his stomach, Wyatt knew that he didn't love him as more than a friend.

There was no guarantee that the demon had been telling the truth. But Sebastian's expression had been painfully exposed.

Demons were cruel, and it would be so characteristic of a demon to throw that in Sebastian's face right in front of the person he loved.

The thought kept taunting Wyatt, and he knew he needed to resolve it somehow. They were still tracking his siblings and cousins, and whoever managed to subdue multiple Warrens was sure to be dangerous. Being distracted was dangerous, but Wyatt couldn't bring it up to Sebastian and risk hurting him right-

"Dude," Sebastian said, and Wyatt stopped his anxious tirade of thoughts as Sebastian snapped in front of his face.

Blinking, Wyatt looked between the fingers in front of his eyes to Sebastian's face. He was still tired, still worried, but there was a familiar look of bemusement in his eyes as he looked at Wyatt. One hand was on his bicep, a light grip keeping him still, as he dropped his other hand.

"You back with me?" Sebastian asked.

Wyatt nodded mutely.

"What's wrong?" he asked. "You spaced out for like. Five whole minutes. None of those demon's potions did anything to you, right?"

Wyatt shook his head. Sebastian opened his mouth to say something else, but Wyatt blurted out, "Blonde of hair, fair of face."

Sebastian's mouth snapped shut, as his gaze became unreadable. After a few moments of uncomfortable silence as Wyatt struggled to find words, Sebastian tilted his head and asked, "And? Is there a problem with that?"

His voice was guarded, but not hostile. Wyatt nearly tripped over his words as he frantically shook his head. "No! Just I don't know if-"

Sebastian's shoulders dropped an inch as his eyes softened. "Wyatt, I'm an adult. I don't need-"

"I'm sorry," Wyatt interrupted, guilt heavy in his stomach. He knew, logically at least, that he wasn't obligated to return feelings, but Wyatt never enjoyed hurting people, and to hurt one of his best friends was excruciating. "If I could, I would."

Wyatt winced at his words, because it wasn't as if Sebastian was unlovable, just that Wyatt didn't-

"No," Sebastian nearly snarled. Wyatt started, and Sebastian nearly looked as startled as Wyatt did. Still, he continued, "I don't need more than friendship, Wyatt. That's enough for me. As long as-"

You're happy, Wyatt mentally finished. Or you find someone. Some kind response that highlighted why Sebastian was great and why Wyatt felt awful.

"-she's happy and safe, I'll be okay."

Wait, what?

"But we need to get going to find them, because the longer we wait-" Sebastian was still talking as he turned to continue, but Wyatt was still stuck on the "she" part.

Had the demon actually... specified Wyatt? Thinking back, there was no actual guarantee that it had been Wyatt the demon was talking about. Blonde of hair, fair of face, and something about a Charmed One? Yes, that was Wyatt. It was also Melinda and Peyton. And sometimes Penny, but seeing as she was a lesbian and Sebastian knew that, Wyatt thought it safe to assume that Sebastian would have had plenty of time to get over it if it had been Penny.

Oh, boy.

Face burning, Wyatt interrupted, "She?"

Sebastian turned back around, voice fading as he took in whatever expression Wyatt had. They were both silent for a minute before Sebastian's lips quirked up. He couldn't control the grin as he asked, laughter in his voice, "Wyatt, did you think-"

"Blonde of hair, fair of face!" Wyatt protested immediately, feeling just a little stupid.

Sebastian outright began laughing as he finished, "Never will feel the daughter of a Charmed One embrace. Unless you have something to tell me, which I completely support-"

Wyatt pushed past Sebastian as he kept laughing, face burning but heart lighter than it was.

As he continued on his path, Wyatt heard Sebastian fall in step just behind him, still laughing. They still had demons to vanquish and family to save, but at least he wasn't responsible for breaking one of his best friend's heart.

Wait. Did that mean Sebastian liked his sister?

[dragons-and-yellow-roses]

Besties, it's clipboard season again, and not to brag but I'm really fucking good at colors

[ramenwithbroccoli]

I was always jealous of other kids at school. It's pretty hard when almost everyone in your class is few months older than you, and it got even harder when they all began turning 10. During recess kids were flying around, shooting lasers from their eyes or screaming with their sonic voices loud enough to shatter glass. And I had nothing. Forever limited to sitting on my patch of grass, with curious ants as the only substitute for company. We were both small and defenseless, and so we had to stay out of range of all the cool kids with their cool powers.

When my 10th birthday approached, I was ecstatic. It was finally my time to shine! I had been thinking about it for so long, going over all of the powers I could posses many, many times. Should I ask for super strength to impress anyone? Be able to shapeshift to look more mature? Run super fast to win all the races? I just couldn't decide!

My mom planned out a picnic for us both, at my favourite place at my favourite park. We were eating fruit salad and strawberry cake while watching the ducks from the nearby pond. It would've been wonderful if it weren't for the swarms of insects that decided to attack either us or our lunch. Mad at the fly that landed on my plate, I loudly proclaimed "I wish I could tell all those bugs to buzz off!". Right after I said those words, a multicolored sphere of light erupted before my eyes. Mom asked me if everything was alright but I didn't hear her through the ringing in my ears. I would later learn that it was my 'special moment'. I had my chance to shine - but all i did was ask for a way to communicate with bugs.

If I was an outcast before, now it was even more prominent. There's a big difference between the kid who didn't get his powers yet and the kid who had a chance to become powerful, and yet picked an awfully lame superpower. It was safer to keep my distance, on my patch of grass. At least now I knew that ants were really chatty and loved gossip. I even brought them cookie crumbs sometimes.

It got easier with time. While it still wasn't considered 'cool', understanding insects helped me with many science projects, making me really good at biology. When it came to exams from other subjects, well - teachers can stop you from bringing a cheat sheet, but they won't stop a fly. A fly that just happens to remember all the important physics formulas. A fly that randomly chose to hang around your desk. Well.

While useful, it was still embarassing. For a long time, I used to tell people I had a different power - like being really good at hide and seek or remembering all pokémon. Something childish, but acceptable. After all, it wasn't rare for people to grow out of their powers. Who even used sonic screaming anymore? It seemed like my bugtalk would be my sweet, little secret.

That was, until the world went to shit.

It was to be expected. Water supply started running short, days were getting hotter, plants almost stopped growing. People were freaking out. And then the locusts came, swarms spreading through remaining crops. That was enough for the fights to break out, and fights can get really violent when people start using their powers to the full extent. It was a battle of survival - violent, full of fear, absolutely unnecessary. I didn't stand a chance. So I fled.

I found an old cottage on a hill, with a nice view and a vegetable garden. I did what I've been doing my whole life - I looked insects in the eyes and told them to fuck off. They did. While the world collapsed around me, I spent my time peacefully tending to my crops and laying in soft grass. The thought of helping others did cross my mind. I could arrange talks and resolve the whole thing - but was it really a good idea? They had the cool, useful powers after all. It would be derogatory for them, to be saved by someone like me. Someone so 'lame and useless'.

And so I just accepted my role of watching people kill each other with laser eyes or super strength, forever sitting on my small patch of grass.

In a world where at age 10 you pick your superpower, you picked the seemingly harmless one. Yet now at 26 you are considered the most powerful person in the world

[fifteensjukebox]

11, 20, 23 <3

hiii tysm dani im sorry it took me so long to answer iI wrote my answers in the order of hat I thought of and i think they make the most sense in the order i wrote then:

20. If you could send a message to yourself back on the first day of the year, what would it be?

it wouldn't have meant as much at the beginning of he year iirc but i think my current mental health journey became very real for me the day of some unrelated appointments on april 18th in that people were touching me and my stuff (actually feb 15th appts definitely apply to

anyway new paragraph now that im actually getting to the point which is that i wish i had seriously considered an ssri earlier, im only couple weeks in so idk if it'll work but i have so much hope and i wish i'd gotten here sooner but new year new me will have to do! it's mostly taken so long bc i keep thinking i want to see if fixing my sleep schedule fixes my brain but. my brain the ay it is i can't seem to fix my sleep schedule so.

11. Something you want to do again next year?

oh i definitely said this when this ask game went around last year but travel!! we'd started planning this year's trip by the time i last answered this and while it was hard bc i was trying to stay soooo clean physically which is impossible while travelling, im learning to let go and get clean when get home (will get to apply this plan on our tropical trip in. holy shit 9 days single digits i have to pack ??)

anw it was so much fun portugal and spain (aka spordugal per my brother's typo when he made a folder for my photos) are soooooooooo beautiful and we were hoping to go back to italy next year but we may not have n opportunity in good weather bc my brother's going to catch up from part time uni so he can go full time next year and be on pace w his new gf

(have i mentioned hannah on here? wore a v cool burgundy velvet dress w combat boots to a school formal (which i did not expect in uni??) and she and matt organically started something at the dance anw i just met her bc they're doing a studying sleepover at our house and i already love them (hannah they/she im sure i will mention her plenty more oh one more thing i followed them on ig and they follow zac oyama and ally beardsley but interestingly no one else i follo interestingly.... must discuss tomorrow... they went down to matt'sroom to play video games w his projector oh actually i hear pool table activity v fun)

20. Whats something you learned this year?

im answering this one last and both of my other answers relate to learning about my mental health and cleaning stuff so i desperately want this answer to be unrelated... oh in an indirect way this is related but isn't everything : i learned that my way of over preparing and making packing lists for travel is super worthwhile bc i did not have time for europe bc i as too busy cleaning stuff i didn't end up using and ended up packing my suitcase the day we left and forgetting so many important things (really just everything related to my period including pain meds)

i really wanted to think of a fun new skill orsth but i don't think i have any from this year so this'll have to do! still rly enjoyed answering even thought there's like 0.5 fun answers in here thanks again dani for asking!

[xavieremix]

okay so the tags on that last post got me feeling those melon collies so i'm just gonna. tagdump in here. slightly sensitive topics? so uh. scroll down (or press J to jump to next post). or read my thoughts like the morning paper. sorry. cheers.