#told yall i was a fairy irl

[whimsyfemme]

fairy dyke spotted @ their job today

men dni im so serious • pls read pinned b4 following

[eitelle]

if youre still looking for requests you could do a movie night with kenma thing 😩

HI I LOVE UOU SM OK OK OKD DHHDHFFHDH I JUST SCREECHEDKDRHHEHFHFBDJFHDDJ PLS HELOSVEHDGFJDHDEHDH GODHEVEGDHDHD YES 🛐🛐🛐

UHM OK ANYWAYS PAIRING: kenma kozume x gn!reader

warnings: none but there r slight major possibly incorrect spoilwers for ready player 1?

a/n: this has been rotting in my drafts for MONTHS. im literally so sorry ok anyways here we go:

ok so first of all hes picking the movie. i dont make the rules

hes very “im good w anything idk what i wanna watch” n then u say like jurassic park or sum shit and hes like “no.” LIKE BOY WDYM NO.

anyways he ends up choosing ready player one 😐🧍🏻‍♀️

im- ok get it mr. cliche 😍‼️

hes the type of person who cannot get comfortable no matter what so hes just struggling to find a good position for mf half of the movie istg

so bravo bravo he finally finds a good one then this bitch has the AUDACITY to sit up get food n then he struggles again.

at this point u just ignore him (i feel bad for him i feel the pain tbh)

he also has like just the two of us the song playing in the background just bc hes very like always needing a lot of everything tbh

so yall r watching that and one might think he is very stoic doesnt like movies n shit but theres two ways this can go:

hes either sleeping or hes hyperactively paying attention

for this movie in particular he becomes overly attached n when the like house complex comes crashing down n im p sure there is like a scene where shes getting tortured? idk i havent watched the movie in forever

ok anyways he literally gasps, kinda jumps, n he cries a lot.

hes a v pretty crier tho 😖🥰

he kinda just has like tears streaming down his face n then like his head is in ur lap and ur stroking his hair and its honestly rly funny 😭😭

n then theres the scene where its the meetup face reveal irl and oh boy does kenma cry at that (you do too tbh)

ok so after that hes prob either heartbroken or out cold. if hes out cold, baby im sorry but ur not going anywhere

when he sleeps he doesnt wake up until its like 3 pm istg-

ugh but he also loves building shit

like constructing chairs n desks n he just lowk loves engineering its just not a big thing more like a side hobby bc he doesnt have the energy for doing that shit all the time

omg dad!kenma 😖🥺 elle stfu he cant be the father of ur children, HES NOT REAL. actually idc

anyways

so naturally for a movie night hes gonna go all out

im talking projector, pillow fort, blanket fort, fairy lights, maybe even a galaxy projector idk

he def built a whole ass fort for yall BUT thats why movie nights r so rare

so that night he stays awake duh but now its ur turn to choose

n so being the icon u are, u choose a barbie movie 😎💪

n hes like “again???” but he knows its ur turn so hes like “k fine ig.”

so u guys choose the mermaid one like the lost princess of a mermaid kingdom, that one

do yall know what im talking ab? idk google it ig but like where was ur childhood smh

ok anyways back to the topic at hand

kenma has watched all the barbie movies. its canon, furudate told me himself

he went up to me one day knocked on my garage n went “hey elle i heard u love kenma kozume, well im hear to tell u that hes watched all the barbie movies” n then he disappeared <33

ok but fr thats just a hc of mine anyways so yall be watchibg it

and hes obvi very sucked in

and then theres like the betrayal scene

n he gasps so loud his popcorn w extra butter n light seasalt n extra cheese w a side of HI-C fruit punch almost spills

that order is also canon.

and ur like “kenma baby r u ok?” while laughing ur ass off lowk

n hes like “yeah yeah im fine stfu now pls”

like just bc u said pls doesnt make it better but i see u, choosing barbie over us 🤨🙄 can relate tho

finally the movie ended n now yall both feel very empty. so what do yall do? by this point its like 4 in the morning

so the only logical answer is to play otome games, episode, animal jam, n the winx fairy rp game thing

^^^ thats what yall look like btw

SHDGDJDHD YEAH

n thats it i hope u enjoyed n im so sorry for how late i am BYEE

haikyuu general taglist: @babyshoyo (sorry it was like 2 am when i posted this i forgot 😭😭)

[taz-writes]

Feilan: Chapter 1 Excerpt

Since Feilan’s been getting a decent amount of attention lately, I figured it was time to post another excerpt! This is from the unfinished third draft of book 1, which is waiting patiently for my return once I’m done with the rough version of 4. 

I’ve sadly lost my list of people who asked to be tagged in fairy stuff, so if you were one of those people, please do let me know... I am tagging @jade-island-lives for encouraging me to post this, though. Also @pumapauus @stellarscribe @maplemoose because you guys cannot hide from me forever, you’ll have to read my books eventually, if need be I will wait until I meet up with yall IRL and physically hit you with my printed manuscripts. 

Without further ado, I present: the first half of chapter 1! 

1: Sayara

My favorite part of the Tsi Palace was always the library—it was a treasure trove of ancient knowledge and secrets, what’s not to love? When I was little, I’d spend hours in there, roaming through towering stacks of books and skipping between the columns of rainbow light that crept in through the stained-glass windows. No matter how chaotic the rest of the building was, being the center of the capitol of one of the largest tribes in Feilan and all, the library was always beautifully serene.

The serenity evaporated when I sprinted straight through the grand double doors at full tilt, skidding to a dusty halt just past the attendant’s desk. It was beautiful, incredible, until my foot went flying out from under me. I slammed butt-first into the fancy Cydre rug, slid, and plowed directly into the legs of the library attendant.

“Sayara?!” he exclaimed, catching himself on the corner of the desk as I dragged myself onto my feet and wheezed.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, I—”

“Good. All according to plan,” I gasped, clutching at a stitch in my side. “Nobody knows I’m here. And say hi to your brother for me!!” He rolled his eyes and straightened his jacket.

“Try not to knock over any students today.”

“Good chat, gotta go!!” I brushed library dust off of my scuffed-up breeches, before making a mad dash into the stacks.

“Sayara! I mean it, young lady, get back here!!” My governess’s strident voice rang through the atrium, and I sped up, holding back peals of lunatic laughter and jumping onto the nearest ladder.

The ceilings in here were high, but not quite high enough for proper flight, probably to discourage people like me from practicing their barrel rolls through the stacks. Once I reached the top of the ladder, I scrambled on top of the nearest shelf, but then I was stuck. I’d have to wait for one of the drifter cases to float by, or just crawl. I could see the governess now—Lady Brennadine loved manners, until it was time to chase me through the palace, at which point she abandoned them completely in favor of clenched fists and shouting.

I hesitated. I could jump, but I was too much of a klutz to land well. If I ran, I’d hit my head and fall, and then I’d crash into the academy students and I really didn’t want to hurt anybody. I was more agile than Brennadine, probably, since I was younger and smaller and I worked out sometimes instead of sitting around being mean to children, and I didn’t want to get in trouble but I could keep going, but…well, she was up the ladder.

“Down. Now.” Brennadine snapped her fingers, and I tried to crawl away along the top of the shelf, but my shoelace got snagged on a corner. I didn’t feel the resistance until I’d already stumbled and yanked myself over the side of the shelf.

I yelped, scrabbling at the books to catch myself, and knocked an entire row of encyclopedias away with me.

Brennadine’s hand came out of nowhere, and I grabbed on for dear life, and then everything stopped around me.

“How many times have we talked about this, again?” she reprimanded, clearly short of breath. Her eyes gleamed with magic. I would’ve shrugged, but I was too busy clinging to her unbelievably sweaty arm. “We—do not—climb—on top of the stacks.”

“Sorry,” I mumbled, swinging my legs towards the shelf. I missed, kicking over more books, but there was a solid surface to land on when I swung back.

“She saw you enter,” the library attendant said, plucking a floating book out of the air and settling it back into place. “Oh, and Daevin says thanks. I hope you weren’t helping him cheat again.”

“It’s not cheating, it’s entrepreneurial studying.” I climbed down to ground level, firmly avoiding eye contact with Brennadine as she reassembled the library in a mist of teal-green telekinesis. She wouldn’t look at me, either.

If she wasn’t looking at me, then I had an opportunity, and I definitely wanted to get out of whatever stupid thing she wanted to waste my day off on. I took a few slow steps backwards, testing for a reaction. Nobody moved, so I backed away further. When I hit the next shelf, I broke into a run.

A stray book swung into the backs of my knees, tripping me. “Don’t,” Brennadine growled, replacing the book with a flick of her wrist. The library assistant had taken over the task of sorting through everything I’d knocked over. I laughed nervously.

“Sorry, but I think I need to study for that geometry test yesterday, since you told me to, so I’ll just—”

“Sayara.” Brennadine laid a hand on my shoulder, and I grimaced. “You need to behave with more grace.”

“I’ve got grace!”

“Is that so?” Brennadine raised her eyebrows, throwing a glance back towards the wreckage of the bookshelves.

“Well, unlike you, at least I wore pants today.”

“What? I’m wearing—SAYARA!!” Brennadine let go of me for an instant, checking her trousers, and I made a break for the exit. The doors slammed shut in front of me.

“Quiet in the library,” the attendant remarked from the stacks.

“Whatever you think I did, I didn’t!” I leaned up against the doors, swallowing reflexive, manic laughter. Brennadine pinched the bridge of her nose, visibly exhausted.

“This isn’t an accusation,” she said wearily. “This has nothing to do with whatever half-baked scheme you’ve worked out with the kitchen maids’ children.”

“Do you have a problem with the maids’ kids?” I asked. “Because they’re fun. More fun than anyone Hope talks to, and they know a lot, too--”

“Your sister is making social connections for the sake of her future career and kingdom. You should try it.”

I cleared my throat. “What do you want? It’s my day off, I don’t have any tutoring today.”

“Your father wants you to accompany him this afternoon,” Brennadine said, grimacing and preening her fingernails.

“Isn’t he busy?”

“Yes, Sayara, and he’s decided at far too late a moment that he wants you to accompany himself and your sister. Really, something so spur-of-the-moment—”

“What? Accompany him for what?”

“We’re disturbing the library,” Brennadine huffed, grabbing me by the arm and pulling me out into the corridor. “Sayara. Today is Kyvesse 14.”

“…Yes?”

“Sayara, have you been neglecting your politics lessons? You told me you had a passion for this, are you going to prove yourself wrong?”

“Why do you only use my name when you’re lecturing me?”

“You should know what’s going on this afternoon.”

“Um….” I was drawing a total blank. “There’s a…thing?” Brennadine stopped in her tracks, and I walked into her by accident, stumbling. “What?”

Brennadine didn’t answer. Instead, she leaned heavily against the wall, her head thumping against the wallpaper.

“There’s a thing. A thing.”

“Well, there is,” I confirmed, wracking my brains for any memory of whatever had Brennadine so worked up. She sucked in a long, nasal breath, and then exploded.

“The Convention of Tribes! Today is the Convention of Tribes, and your father, the Tsi King, is extending you a spur-of-the-moment invitation! A thing, this is only the most important national political event of the year—no one would normally dream of bringing their children of questionable origins along, but you’re going to be an exception. It’s fairly important!”

“Wait, you want me to come to the Convention??” I blurted out, a little too loud. “But that’s…”

“Ridiculously last-minute and ill-advised and going to threaten the fabric of the entire situation, yes. Four’s sake, child...”

“…I was going to say soon. Doesn’t it always start at noon?” I didn’t know exactly what time it was, but it sure wasn’t early, and the site of the Convention was a few hours away.

“I’ve been chasing you through the castle for two hours!” Brennadine said.

“I’ve only been running for a few minutes, though.”

“I want you dressed in your best suit and ready to leave in twenty minutes. Go.”

“But that’s barely any time at all!”

“You would’ve had more, if you’d listened to me instead of running off on a grand chase through the castle all morning,” Brennadine snapped. “Go.”

[derp-fox-ok]

Rant time! Ok so basically i knew my dad was emotionally abusive but i couldn't pick out exactly how until now. He has done ALL of this. I by that i mean ALL. MULTIPLE TIMES EVEN. He has threatened to take my devices (and has!), constantly asks what I'm doing when i head out, and he still has the audacity to say he wants the best for me.

He has taken my phone away form me because I couldn't talk to people around me (selective muteness)

he has taken my laptop because I wanted to lay in bed all day because i "wasn't awake" even though i was very much woken by his yelling

he has threatened to take down my fairy lights that I PAYED FOR MYSELF

he also said that he was going to take down my door because i closed it cause i wanted privacy

ALSO everytime i went out with my friends he would ask "where are you going? Who are hanging out with?" etc

When I found Virgil (rescued kitten) i had to tell him where i was and he got upset with me when I WAS ON THE OTHER STREET OVER

I have to resort to creeping out the back door now so i dont have to answer an questions

I also have to hide in my room every night because if he finds im awake he will YELL AT ME and im only awake because of my depression

He also thinks im like just being dramatic when i dont want to get out of bed

I have to force myself to go to school most days because i ABSOLUTELY cant tell him i need a mental health day

I dont even feel comfortable when im in the same building with him if my mom isn't present (my brother is basically invisible)

He also tells me to stop acting when im expressing myself

Let me make that clear:

HE GETS ANGRY WHEN I FINALLY ACT MYSELF AND DONT FAKE SMILES OR LAUGHER BECAUSE HE THINKS I NEED TO AND I QUOTE "Separate my internet life from my social life" LIKE BITCH MY INTERNET LIFE IS MY IRL LIFE. YOU ARE THE ONE NOT ACCEPTING ME

He also says he'll accept me but still calls me by my dead name (only correcting himself like 1 or 2 times out of the many times he calls my name) and even though i told him im non-binary and i use they/them and sometimes they/he and rarely they/she he still uses she/her pronouns for me

Also he gets mad at me when i wake up in the middle of the night because he FUCKING BLASTS HIS COMPUTER UNTIL THE FLOOR VIBRATES

And yall wanna know what else? Hes like walking on eggshells. I had a toxic relationship like that and i know hes toxic. He also doesnt do this with my brother? He keeps his boundaries (it could be cause hes 4 years older then me??)

Hell most the time i don't know if im being dramatic or if hes actually toxic as hell! Hes gotten me to my mind set i had when i was in a toxic relationship! I literally thought that if i say no or call him out on anything i will get punished! I started not being the "quiet kid" and "pushover" this school year and some people are SURPRISED!! INCLUDING HIM!!!

When I move out i am cutting all contact from him. Also sometimes i just want to delete him number, block him, and get him away from my life.

If i ever get married or hell even throw a bday party for myself i will CERTAINLY not invite him

He literally loves Virgil more then me. Its obvious. He is so loving for her, but when it comes to me? He hardly bats an eye.

He is so like suspicious of @lazykarma11 (yes gonna tag you in this) and my other friends and he has no reason to be! Michael is the kindest person I know and has only treated my dad with the utmost respect for him. (Not anymore cause he treats him like shit) MICHAEL LITERALLY WISHED HIM A HAPPY BIRTHDAY AND HE JUST KINDA SEEMED MAD???

Sorry for this long rant and sorry @lazykarma11 for tagging you twice now

Just know that my father is a huge contributor to my anxiety/depression and he is very abusive emotionally (will make a whole post telling about hatred for him)

So my dad took away my laptop because I wouldn’t give him the password. I wasn’t even allowed to type it in, he demanded to know the password to my personal computer because he thinks I’m “ doing things I’m not supposed to do. ” My sister is not, and never has been, held to the same standard when it came to passwords on her own phone etc. But my parents always suspect me of being “up to something” and will randomly ask to use my computer/ know the password, and when I say no, they get mad at me. In the past, they have taken away my devices and looked through them, which cased me a lot of anxiety and is part of the reason I don’t like it when people use my computer or go through the camera roll on my phone. Even as I type this, I’m being asked what I’m doing. If you think parents demanding to know the passwords to their child’s personal devices is a breach of privacy please reblog