#too lazy to tag everyone here lmao

[rostomanologist]

some of the highlights of vvh class for @5-star-storch we did with @lynxfrost13 out of context

[andro-dino]

a very eloquent breakdown on my thoughts and feelings about various icebound dynamics I think about a lot bc I love them and I miss them and if I keep these in my head for too long I will blow up:

this one I think is pretty simple. the whole party genuinely means everything to me they r THE family every and make me sob and cry and throw up constantly with how much I love them.

when it comes to ships, I DO NOT FUCK AROUND ABOUT SKRAISY AND JORQUEEN they r seriously everything to me, and then for barnabos skrimm and taishen, I just think they’re silly. all of them have their own moments together at separate parts that I came to each of these conclusions separately.

For a more in depth breakdown of those bc I really like them actually:

Barnabos and skrimm are pretty self explanatory I think. Those two are incredibly endearing together, both in the sillier moments but also just work together really well as a serious relationship and their dynamic is just so so good

Barnabos and Taishen are like, tooth-rottingly cute and I think it’s a crime that they aren’t more popular as a ship. I think barnabos’ maturity and protectiveness combined with taishen’s naivety and sweetness just make for a really cute dynamic and their duo moments together make me smile every time without fail

Skrimm and Taishen are like, the least serious one I have of the three. there is obviously the whole “pumped up” bit that was actually like insane, but they’ve had a couple moments throughout pretty much the whole series that have just made me have my eye on them for a while. I do not know how functional they would actually be together but I like to think that they both at the very least acknowledge that they find the other attractive and refuse to think about it any harder for both of their own sakes

Do not ask me how many times the term “queenie and skrimm/taishen bestieism” has come up in my priv livetweets of icebound (the answer is a lot). seriously like queenie’s friendships with both of them r everything to me they are just so insanely endearing. I like how skrimm and queenie absolutely bring out the worst (best) in each other and are just absolute rapscallions together every time, and I just like queenie and Taishen!!! like I don’t have the full words to put to their dynamic but I love them and I love that they r best friends and love and support each other always I LOVE THEM!!!!

These guys also mean everything to me. Queenie and her boyfriend and her best friend!!! That timestamp is a clip that just shows off the absolute silliness of these three together. I am so obsessed with jornir’s obvious favoritism for queenie and just how much he loves and cares about her and trusts in her and her abilities but is so insanely concerned for her safety and prioritizes it above all else, meanwhile emphasizing how incredibly much he does NOT trust in skrimm or his abilities and how he is there only to help queenie and nothing else. it’s genuinely really hilarious and I love them sm. Jornir and skrimm in general are just really hilarious but when you juxtapose it with jorqueen it’s just that infinitely better. I think also queenie and skrimm’s aforementioned duo dynamic and how insanely silly they are with each other, combined with jornir’s jornirness is also just such a funny dynamic and I love it very much

I dont really know how to elaborate on how much I love them together like you either get it or you don’t. Queenie and her boyfriend and her best friend part 2!!! They r such a comfort trio for me just bc I really like the idea of them all bluetooth syncing to each other and just understanding each other and communicating really well. Also this came to me last night but yk that one tiktok that’s like “‘doesn’t matter what you think, a different gender best friend is a red flag’? I’m sorry Emily, we can’t be friends anymore. and tell your boyfriend I fuckin hate him too”. that’s them to me. (Side note I cannot find this tiktok fucking ANYWHERE now??? it existed at one point I swear)

yeag. that about sums it up I think. queenie’s protective instincts for everyone around her all the time in general make me sob but when it comes to her and Daisy I am genuinely gonna blow up a building about it I love them so much. the way she so instantly jumps to take care of her after honey’s passing and how insanely protective she is over her and is constantly looking out for her I’m just like ooughhhhhhhhh my god. they make me sob I love them dearly

these could’ve been separate images but i didn’t feel like making more separate images lmao

Jornir and barnabos as a duo are really great I love remembering that these guys are like actually awesome and really cool like genuinely. Both of them have different qualities to them that make them so good when they step up into leadership positions for the party and I just think they’re both absolute fucking badasses when they really wanna be and I love when they come together and maximize their joint slay it’s really great.

When it comes to both of them with Daisy, I have the same feeling about it which is oughhhhhhhh my god I love them. Again both of them being some of the coolest and most mature members of the party when they really wanna be really comes out with both of their individual dynamics with Daisy and I just really love how they both take up such a protective and supportive role with her. They r so. I dare say fatherly. I just oughhh I love them I love them lots.

[engagemythrusters]

Here's some angst, because sometimes bodies just feel like a mess. plus a bad background xoxo

[cl6teen]

all i want is you ❀ cl16

in which charles thinks he can stay just friends with you after a breakup (spoiler alert: he cant)

read part two here.

contains: social media au, ex!charles leclerc x fem!reader, angsty charles and yn living her best life, mentions of charles’s new girlfriend, charles is a confusing man

note: something small just to feed the kids yk, pls don’t read into the twt dates i was too lazy to change them

📍south of france

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yourusername this travel thing is kind of fun 🇫🇷

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lilymhe my wifey is so pretty

alexalbon okay then just date atp

yourusername wdym? we already are

alexalbon why do i put up with this

lilymhe because you love us duh

pierregasly no photo credits or tag? i’m (deeply) hurt

yourusername oh please you complained the whole time and then made me and kika take photos of you

pierregasly that is not a crime

kikagomes my stylish icon 🤍

yourusername te amo te amo

carlossainz55 coming to spain next i hope?

yourusername who knows 🤭

landonorris actually she’s coming to the uk with me next

carlossainz55 😢😢 yn you betray me

yourusername you know you’re my favourite carlos

landonorris ouch

charles_leclerc very pretty

yourusername thank you charlie

luvleclrc it’s so sweet that he still comments on her photos

user i miss them real bad

4ouryn are we getting any more travel vlogs soon?

yourinstagram im working on it! it’ll be out around this friday :)

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charles_leclerc good times at home

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user charles leclerc the man that you are 😭😭

user seeing him with a baby is just what i needed on my tl

yourusername two cuties at sea!

charles_leclerc so you think i’m cute 🤔

yourusername only because of the baby in your hands

charles_leclerc you hurt my feelings y/n

user omg charles still flirting with yn is so crazy

user idk if it’s flirting per se, they’re just friends now

user they were so cute i still don’t get why they broke up

user charles broke up with her bc he wanted to focus on racing

carlossainz55 somebody wants to be a daddy

charles_leclerc don’t put words in my mouth mate 😅

user is this a joke ? 👀

pierregasly i see what he’s doing

charles_leclerc ??

landonorris he’s cooking

alexandrasaintmleux so handsome

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📍 lake como, italy

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yourusername loving italia 🇮🇹

carlossainz55 next stop madrid?

yourusername we’ll see, won’t we

landonorris i better be invited

carlossainz55 you know your way here mate

user omg the ferrari flag

yourusername deep down everyone is a ferrari fan :)

user should we read into that

yourusername no lmao

lilymhe travelling with you is the best

yourusername what would i do without you

alexalbon everyday i wake up

user no charles like or comment :( i guess he really is dating that girl

user justice for yn literally

user they still follow each other tho but i feel so bad for both girls

kikagomes i have no clue how anyone could break up with you, like seriously

yourusername me too, but life is too short to worry about things like that babe

user 👀 charles shade??

user i think we should stop tying y/n’s identity to charles in general

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carlossainz55 updated their story 2 hours ago. landonorris updated their story 1 hour ago.

📍madrid, spain

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yourusername troublemakers in madrid

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landonorris who are those studs in the first photo

yourusername so humble !

alexalbon potential summer soft launch?

yourusername who knows

user ugh why is she always with those two, i swear she wants them so bad

yourusername ew no those two are my sons 🤱

pierregasly who’s the daddy 🤔

landonorris don’t say it like that yn 😭😭

carlossainz55 i’m older than you though, no?

yourusername no carlos it’s like, in spirit

user WHO IS THAT MAN???? is that carlos?? lando??

yourusername no! but he’s certainly someone 🤭

user that’s charles right?

user he’s in monaco right now, it couldn’t be him plus he’s got a gf

lilymhe okay mysterious girl

yourusername i love to keep people on their toes

lilymhe but seriously text me and tell me who that is

kikagomes girl me too

user shout out to yn for reuniting carlando!!

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carlos’s phone 📞

charles

are you with y/n right now

i know you are

carlos

then why ask m8

yes i’m with her, why?

charles

is she mad at me

carlos

that’s a stupid question, but i don’t know man, she hasn’t brought you up

and lando and i aren’t going to

what’s the phrase?

poke the bear

actually, i shouldn’t compare her to that

but i would be mad if i were her

charles

who’s that man she posted the other day??

you’ve been with her during her entire spain trip yes? what does he look like, do you know him?

carlos

he is a good friend of mine yes

i somewhat set them up, things have been going good, they’re both here at our dinner

charles

aiii carlos! why would you set them up??

how could you do this to me??

carlos

did you forget that you broke with her? to focus on racing?

which would be fine if you didn’t get another girl just a month after?

i don’t even know how she could stay friends with you, but she asked me to find a guy for her

i am a good friend, so i found someone

if you’re jealous, you shouldn’t have broken up in the first place

charles

i’m not jealous at all carlos

carlos

then why are you stalking her account and asking me about a man she is seeing?

if you’re so concerned, text her yourself

charles

argh you’re no help

your phone 📞

charlie

hey

i miss you

a lot

[your-mommy-ems]

Hiii im Emma the amount of fandoms I'm in is concerning. The amount of books i'm writing at once is also concerning. Point is you should just be concerned, enjoy your stay at my blog - here is a piece of cake 🍰

-> Im Emma/Ems or whatever nickname u want to give me I love giving people nicknames and petnames. Basic info -> She/her, minor, capricorn, intj, australian, ferrari girl, i will defend my babies warnette and evajacks until i die, a believer in sarcasm, i post about my writing sometimes, sometimes - cause im too lazy to write, im an ambivert and a joey lynch and damon torrance defender

Books -> [series] The inheritance games, acotar, shatter me, the folk of the air, pjo [im new to the fandom] the prison healer, caraval, ouabh, dance of theives, divine rivals, boys of tommen, the lunar chronicles, the red queen, the naturals, six of crows, devils night, boys of tommen [standalone] Better than the movies, the do over, betting on you (basically anything by lynn painter), the cheat sheet, powerless, the summer of broken rules and A LOT more. 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 Music -> taylor swift, gracie abrams, [recently getting into] maisie peters, tate mcrea, sadie jean, a little of lana del rey, chase atlantic, artic monkeys, guns and roses, conan gray. my music is all over the place lmao. 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 Movies/tv shows -> friends, b99, babysitters club, alexa and katie, fuller house, now you see me 1&2, oceans 11,12&13, knives out 1&2, mamma mia, adam project, red notice, enola holmes, and pretty much most chick flicks 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 Other -> rain <3, christmas, baking/cooking, art -> I paint, sketch, and draw, whenever I feel like it. I mostly draw though. 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 Moodboards -> I love making moodboards here is the masterlist 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝Writing -> i have a few side blogs but my public writing blog is @the-ballad-of-us and i also have a secret one see if you can find it ;)

Misc -> my dream life is to runaway to paris or new york and open up a bookstore/cafe/flower shop. (and to be the rich hot aunt the everyone loves), I want to travel when I'm older! [places] -> London, Paris, Italy, Greece, Turkey, Sweden, Germany, New York, Bahamas, Japan, Korea, and a bunch more!, I spend an unhealthy amount of time on Pinterest and Tumblr, 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 -> If we're moots, we're best friends, no takes backs. -> I over use lmao, lol, <3, :), and 😭 too much. im trying not to come on too strong and be rude lol (right there see? perfect example) -> My Wattpad -> My Pinterest -> I love talking to new people, and asks and dms (only for minors unless i agree to it :)) are always open <3 -> i most likely won't follow you back if you don't have an intro post, but if you want to get to know me just send me an ask :) 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

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𓆝 this is a safe space for everyone!! ↳ Dni - if you're a racist, homophobe, sexist, pedos, ect..

love ya all <3

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[lefteagleblizzard]

𝔅𝔢𝔫𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔲𝔯𝔣𝔞𝔠𝔢

Clapton Davis x gn reader

This was requested from an anon on tumblr: "Hii! I enjoy your stories on wattpad and I was hoping if you take requests, if not that's okay! There's barely any Clapton Davis oneshots and you're really great at writing and I was wondering if you could make one!... Maybe a suggestion could be like you and Clapton are like enemies that hate each other and you go to a party and both have too much to drink. You both forget about your troubles between each other from the drinks and getting along maybe. Sorry I am not that creative lmao. Thank youu!" To whoever you are, dear anon, I truly hope my writing met your expectations <3. Already posted this on my wattpad a couple of weeks ago but did some edits now that I had time.

Prompt number three of the jhutch promptober made by @joshfutturman <3 “Skateboard”

Tags: no pronouns used towards the reader so everyone can read. No use of Y/N. fluff. Very small angst. Enemies to lovers fic. Clapton secretly pinning for you.

Words count: 2000 words

You're moving through the crowd of the school hallway with practiced ease, already mentally preparing yourself for another day of monotony. It's not that you hate school, but lately, everything has felt heavier, more tedious.

And then there's the added complication of Clapton Davis.

As you reach your locker, you spot him down the hall, leaning against his locker like he has all the time in the world.

He's talking to someone, one of his many hangers, no doubt. His attention seems half-hearted, like he's only going through the motions.

His gaze flicks over to you briefly, just a split second, before he returns to whatever casual conversation he's pretending to be interested in.

He's always been the kind of guy who breezes through life without a second thought, always with that infuriating smirk on his face like nothing really matters.

But there's something in the way he glanced at you that lingers in your mind, something almost... hesitant.

You shake it off and focus on getting your books out of your locker. You're already running late for class, and the last thing you need is to get caught up thinking about him.

But as you're closing your locker, you feel a presence beside.

A familiar one.

"Morning," Clapton says, his voice casual with his beloved skateboard resting comfortably on his shoulder.

You glance at him, and there it is again that look, that flash of something in his eyes that you can't quite name. He's got that same lazy grin on his face, but it doesn't reach his eyes. It's like he's trying too hard to appear indifferent.

"Morning," you reply, keeping your tone neutral as you close your locker.

"You ready for that history test?" he asks, leaning a little closer, his shoulder brushing against yours. It's a small gesture, but it sends a jolt of electricity through you.

"More or less," you answer, trying to ignore the way your pulse quickens at his proximity. "How about you?"

He shrugs, the movement almost too casual. "I'll wing it. I usually do."

There's a pause, a beat of silence where neither of you says anything. You're not sure what he's doing here, why he's suddenly so interested in small talk with you. It's not like the two of you are friends, not by any stretch of the imagination. But he doesn't seem to be in any hurry to leave.

"Well, good luck with that," you finally say, turning to head to your first class.

"Yeah," he murmurs, and for a moment, you think you hear something like disappointment in his voice, but when you glance back at him, his expression is as unreadable as ever and he is already skating away in the hallway.

Later that afternoon, after a particularly dull chemistry class, you're gathering your things when you notice him again. He's lingering by the door, pretending to be engrossed in his phone.

"Need something?" you ask as you approach him, your tone a little sharper than you intended.

Clapton looks up from his phone, and for a second, he almost looks... hurt. But then the mask is back, and he's grinning at you like nothing's wrong.

"Just wondering if you wanted to grab something after school," he says, shrugging like it's no big deal. But there's an edge to his voice, a note of uncertainty that he's trying to hide.

You blink, caught off guard by the question.

"I've got plans," you lie, the words slipping out before you can stop them. You don't know why you said it, but something about the idea of spending time with him outside of school makes you nervous.

"Right," he says, his smile faltering just a bit. "Maybe another time, then."

He walks away before you can say anything else, leaving you standing there, your heart pounding in your chest. You watch him go, feeling a strange mix of regret and relief.

And then there was yesterday.

You'd been sitting in the library, working on a paper for English class, when Clapton had appeared out of nowhere. He'd slid into the seat across from you, flashing that grin of his that always seemed to set you on edge.

"Mind if I join you?" he'd asked, not waiting for an answer before he started pulling out his own books.

You'd raised an eyebrow at him, suspicious. "What are you doing here, Davis?"

"Studying," he'd replied, but there'd been something playful in his tone, like he knew exactly how much he was throwing you off. "It is a library, after all."

"Since when do you study?" you'd shot back, trying to ignore the way your heart had started to race.

"Since I decided I might actually want to pass this class," he'd said, his eyes locking onto yours with a seriousness that had taken you by surprise. "And maybe because I figured you'd be here."

That had been the first time he'd really admitted to seeking you out, and it had thrown you off balance. You'd tried to play it cool, to pretend like his presence didn't bother you, but the truth was, it did.

It bothered you because it made you feel things you weren't ready to deal with.

You don't understand why Clapton is suddenly everywhere, why he's acting like he cares about you. And worse, you don't understand why it's affecting you so much.

The night hangs heavy with the threat of rain, the dark clouds above swirling like they're trying to decide whether to break.

You're not sure why you came to this party, really.

It's not like you enjoy being crammed into some stranger's living room, surrounded by people who barely know you. But here you are, hoping maybe this time will be different.

The music thumps in time with your heartbeat as you step inside, the bass reverberating through the walls and into your bones. The living room is packed, bodies pressed together, moving in a rhythm dictated more by the sheer lack of space than any real desire to dance. You push through, grabbing a drink from the first table you see, the liquid sloshing over the rim as someone jostles you from behind. You don't even look at what's in the cup before taking a sip.

It doesn't matter.

It's been a rough week, the kind where everything that could go wrong did. School's been a drag, the same monotony grinding away at you day after day.

You're tired of the routine, tired of pretending that any of it matters.

And then there's Clapton Davis.

You don't know what it is about him that gets under your skin. Maybe it's the way he always seems so indifferent to everything, like the world could crumble around him and he wouldn't even blink. Or maybe it's the fact that, despite his detached demeanor, he's one of the few people who's ever really seen you.

You scan the room, looking for a familiar face, and that's when you spot him.

Clapton, leaning against the wall, one foot propped up behind him. He's got that damn smirk on his face, the one that makes you want to both punch him and kiss him at the same time.

He catches your eye. There's a flicker of something in his eyes again, but just as quickly as it appears, it's gone, replaced by that irritating, lazy grin that drives you crazy.

But it wasn't long before your luck ran out.

"Ah, just my luck," he called out loudly enough for you to hear over the music. "Didn't know this party was open to everyone."

You narrowed your eyes at him, already feeling the familiar tension building. "I could say the same about you, Davis. Didn't think a party like this was lame enough to attract you."

He chuckled, pushing himself away from the counter and making his way toward you. "Careful, someone might think you've been waiting for me."

You clenched your jaw, already regretting engaging with him. "As if. You're the last person I'd waste time on."

"Is that so?" Clapton was closer now, his smirk never leaving his face. "Then why can't you seem to take your eyes off me, huh?"

Before you can respond, someone bumps into you, nearly spilling your drink. You stumble, and suddenly Clapton is right there, his hand on your arm to steady you. It's such a small, simple gesture, but it sends your heart into overdrive.

You hate that he has this effect on you, hate that you can't just ignore him like you do with everyone else.

But tonight feels different. Maybe it's the alcohol starting to hit, or maybe it's the way he's looking at you, like he's seeing something he didn't expect to find.

Whatever it is, it makes you reckless.

"Why do you always do that?" you ask, the words slipping out before you can stop them. "Act like nothing matters?Like you’re better than everyone?"

Clapton's hand drops from your arm, but he doesn't step back. Instead, he leans in closer, his eyes searching yours in a way that makes your breath catch in your throat.

He raises an eyebrow. "I don't act like I'm better than everyone. I just... I don't care as much as you think I do. About all this high school drama."

"That's the problem," you counter, words tumbling out before you can stop them. "You don't care. You never care. About anything."

For a moment, Clapton's face shifts, something flickering in his expression that you can't quite place. He looks at you, really looks at you, in a way he hasn't before. It's almost unsettling.

"Maybe I care more than you think," he says quietly, and there's something in his voice that makes you pause.

There was a moment of silence between the two of you, the kind that made your heart race. You knew you should get up, walk away, and pretend that whatever was happening wasn't real. But you didn't. You stayed there, frozen, as Clapton's gaze drifted to your lips, his smirk fading into something more serious

"I'm gonna do something stupid," he muttered, more to himself than to you.

Before you could ask what he meant, Clapton closed the gap between you, pressing his lips to yours in a kiss that was both unexpected and inevitable. For a split second, you were too stunned to react, but then something clicked, and you found yourself kissing him back, your hands tangling in his hair as the weight of everything that had come before melted away

The kiss was heated, desperate, fueled by the alcohol and the unresolved tension that had been simmering between you for who knows how long.

It's all a blur of movement. His hands gripping your waist, your fingers tangling in his hair.

It's rough, messy, a tangle of emotions that you've both been holding back for too long.

When Clapton finally pulled away, his lips still hovering close to yours, you were both breathless, staring at each other as if trying to figure out what the hell had just happened.

"Okay," he breathed, his voice rough, "that was definitely stupid."

You laughed, though it sounded more like a gasp. "Yeah, no kidding."

"Well," Clapton said after a moment, a small smirk returning to his lips, "at least now I can say I've kissed the one person who hates me most."

You rolled your eyes, still trying to catch your breath. "Shut up, Davis."

"Let's get out of here," he said, his voice low and teasing, "This party is lame"

You hesitated for a second, your brain still catching up with everything that had just happened. Leave the party? With him? But before you could fully process it, Clapton had already grabbed your wrist, leading you through the crowded house with his usual nonchalance. He didn't even look back to check if you were following. He just knew you were.

Outside, the night air hit your face, cool and refreshing compared to the stuffy heat inside. Clapton slowed down as you both walked to the edge of the driveway where his skateboard was propped up against a wall, waiting for him like it always did.

"Oh, great," you muttered, eyeing the board with a mix of amusement. "You're not seriously thinking of skating around after everything that just happened."

Clapton shot you a sideways glance, that infuriatingly familiar smirk curling at his lips. "Why not? Thought you could use some excitement, considering how thrilled you were in there."

You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest as you leaned against a lamppost, watching him pick up his skateboard. "Right, because watching you break your neck on that thing sounds like a blast."

He chuckled, stepping onto the board with practiced ease and starting to roll back and forth on the driveway, his balance perfect. The wheels made a soft grinding sound against the concrete as he moved effortlessly, gliding in circles around you with an almost lazy grace. His movements were smooth, casual, like he had no care in the world. For a moment, it was almost mesmerizing, watching how he balanced himself so easily.

"C'mon," Clapton said after a few moments, pushing off the ground and circling back toward you, the grin still plastered on his face. "You're not just gonna stand there, are you?"

"You think I'm getting on that thing? No way."

"Oh, come on," he teased, stopping right in front of you and holding out a hand, his eyes sparkling with a challenge. "Don't be such a wimp. I won't let you fall."

You stared at his hand, then at him, trying to decide whether or not to trust him. It wasn't that you didn't believe he could keep you from falling, it was more about the principle of it. Getting on a skateboard with him after all this time of hating each others? It sounded ridiculous.

But then again... tonight had already been ridiculous in more ways than one.

"Fine," you muttered, taking his hand before you could change your mind. "But if I fall, I'm taking you down with me."

"Deal" Clapton said with a grin, pulling you closer as he shifted his weight on the board, giving you room to step on. "Now, just relax. I've got you."

His grip was steady, surprisingly gentle as he helped you onto the skateboard. You were tense at first, your legs stiff as you tried to balance, but Clapton kept one hand on your waist, guiding you as the board started to move beneath your feet.

"I swear, if we crash..." you began, trying to ignore the way your heart was racing, but Clapton just laughed.

"We're not gonna crash," he said, his voice light and teasing. "Just keep your balance. You're doing fine."

You weren't sure if he was right about that, but you let him guide you, his hand never leaving your waist as you rolled down the driveway, moving in slow, lazy arcs. The world felt different from up here, the ground moving beneath your feet in a way that was both unnerving and strangely fun. You glanced at Clapton out of the corner of your eye, half-expecting him to mock you or say something sarcastic, but he was just smiling like he was actually enjoying this.

"Don't get too cocky," you shot back, though there was no real bite to your words. "This doesn't mean I like you."

"Sure," he said, his grin widening as he spun the board in a gentle curve. "You hate me. Got it."

"Exactly," you replied, though the smile on your face gave you away.

The two of you kept gliding down the street, Clapton still steering, his hand never leaving your waist as the conversation flowed easily between you. It was almost like you'd forgotten about the months of animosity between you, as if the kiss at the party had reset everything, leaving you both in this in- between place where you could laugh and joke, even as you kept up the pretense of hating each other.

"Remember that time you almost got me detention for that stupid prank you pulled?" you said, glancing over at him.

Clapton chuckled. "You mean the prank you fell for? Yeah, I remember. Pretty sure you're still mad about that."

"I'm not mad," you lied, though you couldn't keep the smile off your face. "I just think you're an idiot."

"An idiot who saved you from a boring party," Clapton countered, his smirk never fading.

"Yeah, well, I didn't ask for that," you replied, crossing your arms even though you were still balancing on the skateboard.

"No, but you didn't complain either," Clapton teased, his eyes glinting in the dim streetlight as he pushed the board a little faster, making you grip onto him a little tighter.

“Maybe I just didn’t have a choice,” you shot back, your cheeks hurting from how much you were smiling.

You both slowed down, eventually coming to a stop near the end of the street. Clapton stepped off the board, still holding your hand as you found your footing again on solid ground. You looked at him, and for the first time all night, neither of you said anything sarcastic or biting. You just stood there, in the quiet.

Clapton tilted his head slightly, his eyes meeting yours. "So... still hate me?"

You bit your lip, pretending to think about it. "I'll let you know tomorrow."

"Fair enough," he replied with a grin, pulling you a little closer. "But if tonight's any indication, I think you might be warming up to me."

Clapton leaned in after that, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, one that felt completely different from the heated one earlier. When he pulled back, his smirk returned, though this time, it wasn't annoying. It was almost... endearing.

"I hate you," you whisper, the words tumbling out before you can stop them. But there's no venom in your voice, just a soft, aching truth that you both understand.

"I hate you too," he replies, but there's a small, crooked smile on his lips, and his thumb is brushing against your cheek in a way that makes your heart skip a beat.

[natalyarose]

𝑅𝑒𝒻𝓁𝑒𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓂𝓎 𝒶𝓇𝓉… (𝒽𝑒𝓁𝓁𝑜, 𝒮𝓊𝓃 𝒾𝓃 𝐵𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒶𝓃𝒾!)

~ This is a bit of a personal one lol, maybe I'm getting a little too comfy on tumblr- but hey, I like it here and I'm very grateful for everyone who's taken an interest in whatever I have to say :)

~ tagging this on Nakshatra tumblr because I feel like this reflection perfectly encapsulates Venus Nakshatras and is very aligned with the Sun moving into Bharani, the birth of Venus among the Nakshatras

// warning, cringe and angsty lmao

I have such an odd relationship with my artistic process. Unconventional? Stubborn. Sometimes just straight up bad lol.

I want to create beautiful, meaningful things, yet I have this sort of extreme resistance to being perfect or professionalism (however, somehow perfectionism and such a ruthless self-antagonism for not being 'enough' at the same time..).

It's almost like I purposely sabotage my art by intentionally leaving in mistakes, or leaving it somewhat dishevelled in protest of perfection. In hopes that the beauty and artistry still manages to shine through to the right people.

I guess it's also this thing where I feel like the imperfection makes art more unique, more exclusive- more personal & dearly held to the people who do find the beauty in it that I initially wanted to communicate. But, there is a difference between artsy, grungy, rawness and... just being crap, lazy, unrefined, undisciplined. (I'd never refer to someone else's work in this way but myself... mann).

Knowing full well that my artistic creation likely 'needs work', is not a finished product and will very likely be criticised for its' imperfection, I still have the overwhelming urge to go ahead and share it with the world/post it. In all of its' messy (again, maybe just straight up bad lol) glory. Then I wonder why I'm not gaining the traction I want haha. When I inevitably receive criticism, I get so hurt by it, I beat myself up and it eats at me to the point that I can't sleep at night, I'm up reciting the criticisms in my head and weaving them into my very own nightmare!

I don't understand why I do this to myself lmao. Later on after posting & putting myself out there, I hear that imperfection in the song, I hear those vocal parts I stubbornly left in and didn't want to redo, I see the dodgy brush strokes I refused to fix up in the name of authenticity, and I cringe. In fact, I feel such a deep shame for it all that I take everything down out of embarrassment. Even though it was fully my decision to put up something amateur sounding and imperfect.

Maybe it's something like the weight of desire for perfection is too much, so I just go 'to hell with it!'.

It's like an endless cycle for me, and I realise that over the years, if I'd just left things up online and was more patient with myself, I'd probably have cultivated a following of some sort by now, or maybe used peoples' criticisms to improve the art to a greater extent. I mean, there are people who have mentioned to me when they notice the art is imperfect and needs work, but there are just as many lovely people who have gone totally out of their way to express deep appreciation for the music/art I've put out and enjoyed it.

Here's my 'theory' as to why I do this to myself: when I create art, I don't just want to make pretty things, though I want that too. I want to be loved, and FELT. I want to bring people to this raw, vulnerable place in my heart where my ideas emerge from. I want to be loved not in spite of the imperfections, but alongside them, all encompassing.

I don't want to have to be perfect, have $1000 worth of equipment, hours and hours of recording time trying to 'get it right' in order to be understood and deemed beautiful. I don't want to show off how perfect or skilled I am either, I want to make people feel something. I want it natural.

r a w.

I kinda enjoy for art to be unfinished and slightly unpalatable on purpose.

Maybe it's a bit of entitlement on my part, expecting that even if I do a mediocre job, people will still enjoy it and see my 'talents'/message.

Truth be told though, that's how I love other people, how I enjoy others' art as well, it's not just something with me.

When I listen to artists I love, I adore seeing something beautiful, yet somehow messy and jarring. A sort of underground-esque, 'wild feminine' creation. It evokes that much more feeling and passion that something designed to be perfect just lacks to me.

I can't get into a lot of bands that are considered 'objectively good' by many people because they just sound too perfect to me- There's a lot of times I come across artists that sound technically good, very clean but my heart just can't get into it. I find myself listening and thinking 'I wish this was recorded on a toaster', or 'I wish there was a more rough sound to the vocals' lol, I crave the rawness & intimacy that imperfection and roughness lends.

Ugh, it all creates such an internal conflict- like I want my art to be seen, to be loved yet I somewhat reject things it takes for the art to be considered objectively good & well rounded.

The harsh reality might just be that just because I see the beauty in imperfection, just because I know I've got this personal, very niche vision of what 'good' sounds like/looks like in my mind, that doesn't mean other people are going to find value in the same things.

Of course, maybe all of this is just pretentious excuses & my own self-hatred manifested (I don't actively hate myself, I try to be much kinder to myself these days but yknow)

Anyway, I realised that it's the start of Bharani season in galactic centre mid-mula Ayanamsa today & I think this write up really aligns with that.

Thankyou for reading lol.. again, a bit of an angsty personal thing but maybe it could be relevant to someone, if y'all wanna know what Venusian artistic angst looks like in real time lmao 🖤🥀

[petrichormore]

(It’s time for a 4halo ramble and analysis into their current relationship! Everything that follows is about the characters, I’m not using the q! because I’m lazy. I also want to repeat that while I am a 4halo shipper this entire rant is me explaining why I don’t want them to get together right now or anywhere in the near future. I don’t really consider this 4halo neg but let me know if you want me to tag it as such - they have the chemistry and in a distant future I could see it - but the fluffy 4halo that everyone seems to be imagining right now? I can’t see it happening. Toxic 4halo is another story entirely though and not what this ramble is about)

Okay you have been warned (THIS IS LONG):

not saying I’m not a huge 4halo enjoyer because. I am. But I do hope they don’t actually “become canon” or get into a relationship for the foreseeable future. Because the only realistic way that will end is in a giant, heart-wrenching break-up after like. 2 weeks. And I don’t see the ship recovering from that I’m gonna be honest.

Look. They can barely communicate as they are right now, any kind of committed relationship between them would end in fire and brimstone - especially when you take into account the power imbalance that is already causing problems.

Forever has not apologized for jailing Bad, even though Bad has asked for it (a rare show of communication on his part) and he might not apologize ever because he thinks he’s in the right. Somehow Cellbit is the only one to have apologized despite being the one calling for Bad’s head the most during the actual furniture incident. Anyway, Bad knows Forever thinks he’s in the right. And Bad also knows Forever wielded his presidential power to keep him jailed - so if Forever’s not sorry and he believes he was right, what’s to stop him from doing it again - in Bad’s mind, that is. There are actually quite a few things keeping him from doing it again, chief among them being that he doesn’t want to lmao. But Bad wouldn’t know that, would he?

I just- The imprisonment hurt Bad’s trust in everyone so badly that he destroyed every waystone in his base - and he when he found out Pac had someone gotten in anyway, he destroyed the waystone again. I don’t think people understand how long he’s been contemplating doing that. I don’t think people understand how many times he’s decided against destroying his waystones. It takes a pretty big fuck up to get him to do that. It takes a fuck-up of pretty tremendous proportions. And he did that last bit with Pac extremely recently too, which means he hasn’t forgotten.

And that - the whole furniture fiasco - that’s not a misstep that will just smooth over if Bad and Forever just care about each other hard enough. They already care about each other deeply - it didn’t stop the conflict. It’s not something everyone can just sweep under the rug with the power of love and no actual communication. Or at least I hope it’s not. It shouldn’t be. Any relationship the two get into right now will be steeped in distrust and wariness on Bad’s part due to the amount of power Forever can choose to use against him at any moment. And even if Forever hadn’t imprisoned him, that would still probably be the case, albeit to a much lesser extent. But Forever did imprison him, so now Bad’s not only wary of Forever turning on him in a hypothetical sense - he has past experience with that exact scenario. He has reason to distrust. It’s not paranoia in this instance; it’s genuine, rational distrust, which is even harder to alleviate.

By the way, that’s not even taking into account that Bad now knows of the existence of a drug that can brainwash Forever into potentially abusing his power against his own will. Think about how scary we all thought the drug-induced marriage proposals were. Think about how much scarier it would’ve been if Bad and Forever had actually been dating at the time. I’m not going to get into the risus potion here, or what implications it has for Bad’s trust in Forever - or more accurately, the trust he has in Forever’s position of power - because that’s too fucking complicated for my silly brain right now and this is long enough.

So basically: how is a relationship between a president and an anarchist supposed to work? Is Bad supposed to shut up, abandon his core principles, and do whatever Forever wants? When he opposes/attempts to help Forever improve the voting system he’s not being ‘immature’ - he’s acting in perfect accordance with his own belief system. There are points where he does act antagonist in an immature manner but in those instances he is very obviously being dramatic on purpose (and Forever does it as well). Him thinking Forever’s voting system isn’t fair isn’t him being immature, it’s just him being politically opposed. And Forever - what about Forever? Is Forever supposed to throw away his entire presidency? Oh, Bad’s an anarchist so that means Forever has to give up everything he’s worked so hard to accomplish, all the plans he has, all the good he’s desperately trying to do despite the fact that the nature of his position is scaring his loved ones away? He’s supposed to let everyone boss him around? Just because his crush hates government? Really? See, none of these options sounds particularly healthy, but their friendship isn’t even healthy right now so I can’t see them somehow reaching a better alternative.

Idk if you couldn’t tell I don’t like it when people non-jokingly boil down Bad and Forever’s political arguments as something that’ll be solved if one of them gives in or apologizes. Because they won’t. Because neither of them is wrong. Forever was partially right when he told Bagi that nothing he does as president will ever satisfy Bad - Bad is an anarchist, the fact that a government has been forced on him in the first place is already a fundamental problem - and that’s not wrong of him! It’s a genuine difference in beliefs and neither of them is wrong! Bad is not somehow automatically wrong because he’s an anarchist, and Forever is not somehow automatically wrong because he’s the president. Grrr bark woof grr bark, etc… you get what I mean.

(TLDR; if 4halo becomes canon right now it’ll crash and burn instantly and kill everyone on board which I don’t want to happen. Therefore I don’t wish for it to be canon.)

[ccrites]

Signal Lost

I've had something happen to me that's so incredible and that I could have never hoped, something so touching and so unbelievable that it made me rethink a whole lot of stuff: a wonderful reader on Ao3 started reading my long-form fic (101k words!!!) and commented basically every chapter after a certain point. And wow, I would have never thought something like this might happen.

And yeah, it is my first fic with plot in it, yeah I will never believe it to be perfect, but it's good enough. And receiving all those emails from Ao3 really was the highlight of my days over the course of which I saw said reader slowly go through all my favorite parts!

And so I wish to give it some spotlight here, while I'm finishing up my school year and work and whatever! I will post this here for now, but I will drop chapters every few days and make a Masterlist for it this weekend. (nvm I don't have the energy to do this any time soon lmao) I have too many loose ideas in my head so this is just to pass the time till the brain worms wiggle all in the same direction

So without further ado:

Link to AO3 here : Signal Lost - a John Price x reader fic

----- here's a blurb to pique your interest!

“I don’t think I’ve ever received a document as classified as this one. What am I supposed to do with it, Kate?” he says, dragging his thumb across the pile of papers, each file filled with more ink than the last.

“You asked for proof, there’s your proof,” Laswell says.

“You said you’ll bring someone competent, and who can help us, this doesn’t tell me shit.” He stares blankly at the screen, tired. She stares back.

“The Captain specifically asked to keep this under wraps.”

He rubs at his face, scratching at his beard. It’s getting long again.

“Who is he, anyway?”

“I can’t tell you that.”

He groans again, picking up the file on top. No photo, no name, no age, no height, weight, no nothing . And he thought Simon was secretive.

“What can you tell me?”

“It’s the closest we’ve ever gotten to him. Did things a particular way.”

He shifts through the papers. “And the discharge?”

“Left after the entire team got wiped out. Messy stuff.”

“That why he doesn’t show his face?” He bends forward, grabbing the cigar from the ashtray and bringing it to his lips.

“John.” Her voice carries a heavy warning.

“Just sayin’,” he says, biting around the cigar with one side of the mouth. “What kinda captain doesn’t go down with his men?”

“Got enough guilt as is. You’re lucky I convinced them.”

They both remain silent. They know the missions would be a slippery slope. One wrong move and a war is started. He puffs a cloud of smoke.

“Anything else?” John asks.

Kate looks to the side, her face illuminated by another screen. He can see her hesitate, her lips are pursed in a thin line as if she’s debating her options.

“You’ve worked together before.”

His face lights up. “Finally! Who?”

Her face immediately hardens back up. “Can’t tell, John, my hands are tied.” She sighs. “You were still a Lieutenant.”

Years ago then. He mentally catalogs everyone he’s ever worked with, but he knows that at that age, he was throwing himself at every available mission, wanting to make a name for himself. “So an old fart then? How’s that gonna help us?” If the guy was a Captain when he was still a Lieutenant, and he felt himself grow old, he can’t imagine who Laswell is bringing back from the dead.

Laswell’s face distorts, he knows he’s pushing her buttons, but he has to know.

“Not older than you John.”

His eyebrows raise. “Oh?”

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or

returning to the military to hunt Makarov is hard enough, to do it with your past lover is even harder. a "friends to lovers to enemies to friends and back to lovers" story

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Tags and other CW: will be posted for each chapter containing warnings for more hardcore stuff (i.e., torture and angst namely), but this is a fanfic, with smut, so if you want all the tags feel free to check the ao3 link bc there are a LOT and I am lazy to retype them all here

[iratempestatis]

Pretty.

Kaeya x gn!reader

Just a bunch of fluff, reader is bad at showing their emotions and Kaeya's just shooting his shot lmao. Apologies for being too specific at times, I wrote this with someone in mind <3

Throwing food at pedestrians was generally frowned upon, whether you were a normal citizen or the esteemed captain of the Knights of Favonius. You're fairly certain your captain is aware of this, and yet-

You whip your head around and glare at Kaeya as another sunsettia makes an elegant arc and bounces off your shoulder, onto the ground. What was wrong with this man? Why was he wasting food like this?

Your captain had very thin hair already, curving over his shoulder like a rat’s tail. He didn't need to give you incentive to rip it all off. You're sure it would fall off on it's own by the time he was forty. You’re certain he'd still look as lovely as he did now.

But enough of that! He wasted food!

“Captain!”

“So sorry.” He grins and bites into a sunsettia. The bright morning sky brings out the cool blue tones in his eyes. He's pretty. “Please don't scold me, now.”

You only curse and turned away. It was impossible to remain angry with Kaeya Alberich for too long.

✦—————————————✦

You used to think you were quite clever.

But honestly, only a fool would graduate from the Akademiya with honours and end up working as a cavalry knight in a city full of drunkards (imagine being in love with one, the horror! It could never be you), far away from home, devoid of any fresh spices save for some fucking snapdragon. And the cost of shipping actual spices? Veritable insanity! 450 Mora for just shipping the stuff you could buy for 120 back home?

And only an even bigger fool wouldn't check if the cavalry had any horses before signing up. Because it's stupid to expect the cavalry to own a horse or two, yes?

It never seemed to bother anyone but you. These madlads managed life without sumpter beasts and Tri-Lakshana Sigils.

Mondstadt City didn't even have any slopes, just stairs! What if someone used a wheelchair? What if someone was too goddamn lazy to climb up all those stairs??

You'd bitched about the infrastructure nonstop at first. Kaeya had only laughed. He had a pretty laugh. Everything he did was pretty. He was pretty.

You could feel your friends rolling their eyes at you.

You were often tempted to take their advice and confess your feelings to him. How embarrassing, to not leave a city purely because he occupied it? To smile because he smiled and grin because he looked content? You didn't even like skewers until he threw some at you. They tasted as zesty as he looked.

But confessing to your boss? Unprofessional. You weren't a coward, you were just married to your job! (A rather toxic relationship. You barely spent any time together.) Besides, imagine getting rejected. It could never be you. That would be almost as terrible as crying in front of everyone as an Akademiya professor tore your essay to shreds. In your first year. (Maybe Alhaitham was right and you really did need therapy.)

Speaking of your job, however-

“Captain, I'm going to Springvale. Old Finch-”

“Surely you don't mean to walk there.” His eyes widen in mock horror. “We don't even have any Tri-Lakshana Sigils!”

You roll your eyes. “Old Finch told me-”

“Finch? Who would name their only child Finch of all things? At least there are slopes in Springvale-”

You groan.

✦—————————————✦

Of course you didn't fucking walk to Springvale like a plebian. You begged Nantuck to row you there. Kaeya tagged along as well, but you didn't question why. You were one flirtatious answer from giving your crush away. Or one pretty, pretty smile. Or even just one Kaeya elegantly stepping out of the boat and holding out a hand to you.

“I'm good,” you mutter as you step off on your own. Kaeya chuckles.

“My, someone's in an especially terrible mood today. Did someone anger you? When are you telling me what you're here for on your day off, anyway?”

The audacity of this bitc-

“I tried,“ You scoff. “Someone kept interrupting me-”

“How uncouth of them.”

“You piece of-” you hurriedly bite back the insult. “I'm here because Old F- someone told me there's a group of whopperflowers on the cliffs behind the spring. I'll deal with them and meet up with you… where?”

“So eager to meet up with me, even on our days off,” he muses as you rolled your eyes. (Wasn't he the one who started harassing you? No matter. Any time spent with Kaeya was time well spent, in your opinion.) “Very well, then. I'll be at Brooke’s. It's a date.”

Your face flushes. What the fuck? “Don't wander off.” You sigh, hoping you don't look like you're on fire. I need to get out of here.

“That's all you'll say to me? Hey, at least say goodbye as you run off!”

✦—————————————✦

Goodbye, you think as you plummet off a cliff and to your death (you hope.) The whopperflowers had been endless and honestly you'd rather fight a Regisvine than a dozen of these overgrown mist flowers together on a goddamn cliff. You could see the light (probably the sun.) You could feel Alhaitham chuck your clown wig and clown nose at you (in spirit, of course, although him actually doing that wouldn't really surprise you.)

You could also feel your body jolt as the cold waters of the spring abruptly shock your system. You're not conscious enough to feel yourself sink, though.

✦—————————————✦

Were you to die, you wanted death to cradle you close, carry you off and gently lay you to rest on the sands or the grass, whichever you were in the mood for that day. And you didn't want it to be fucking bony and jostle you as it carried you, no matter how nice it smelled. You also didn't want it to be so goddamn damp, and the least it could do is magically stop your head from hurting, maybe hand you a towel and some warm soup-

“There you go,” you hear Kaeya softly murmur as he sets you down on some grass. You can hear Finch and Hopkins frantically calling for help. Warm hands securely wrap a blanket around you and start gently drying your hair.

I won't be able to go on that date, you think deliriously. The ensuing embarrassment is enough to make your eyes snap open.

You're on the grassy banks of the spring, wet and rather cold. Brooke is rubbing your arms through the blanket and- you crane your neck to see Kaeya gently drying your hair. He smiles when he sees you turn. He smiles very often. You wonder if this is one of those rare times when it's genuine.

“You never fail to surprise me,” he says fondly as he lets go of the towel and ruffles your hair. “Forever reaching for new heights of stupidity. What idiot runs off to kill a dozen cryo whopperflowers with a cryo vision?”

This bitch.

“I didn't know they were cryo,” you rasp. “Asshole.”

“Is this how you speak to your superiors?”

“You're not exactly supposed to ask your underlings on dates either.” Shit.

He grins at that (you should never have acknowledged the date, now he'd make you commit) and heaves an exaggerated sigh as he begins combing through your hair with his fingers. His nails gently scratch against your scalp. “Very well, dearest. No dates.”

Your dismay apparently shows on your face, because his grin only widens with delight. “Alright, one date, because you're pretty. And not today.”

Your face flushes. “It's not like I want one, anyway.” What do you mean, not today?

He shrugs. “Then you're welcome to walk away from rather delectable free meal. Brooke promised she'd give us only her best.”

As if you needed any additional motivation. “Fine, then. Only for the food.” When? The food sounded almost as good as Kaeya. “So. Er.” You cough. “When exactly are we…when are you taking me on that-?”

Kaeya laughs (asshole, you think affectionately) as you trail off with a flushed face. “Hey, since you're not so opposed to the idea,” he says “maybe you can stand me after all.”

Oh, Kaeya. Your face softens. “I've never disliked you, captain.” You have no need for insecurities. I know what you almost did to Collei. I know you have a complicated past.

I wish you'd tell me about it. Maybe one day you'd muster the courage to ask.

“Oh?” He tilts his head. A bead of water trickles off his hair, on his nose, then past his cheek. It catches on his jaw. You fight the urge to wipe it off. “So does this mean you like me, then?”

You blink rapidly, then turn away. “That's for you to find out.”

He smiles at you then, just a small smile. The sort of smile he gives stray cats when he thinks nobody is looking. The sort of smile he gives Klee when she shows him a drawing she made of them together. The sort of smile he gives Jean as he helps her home after a long day. Or the sort of smile he gives Lisa when she gently pats his shoulder and tells him to take care before she heads home.

“Like I said though, not today.” He boops your nose and stands up, holding out a hand to you. You take it this time. He doesn't let go even as you start to walk back towards Nantuck’s boat, and your heart joyously skips a few beats. You hope he can't feel your pulse through your intertwined fingers.

“You need to rest, and archons forbid you catch a cold. It's no fun without you around. I almost miss you, even. How about we reschedule that date for next Saturday, hm?”

[mysticstarlightduck]

Character Inverse Tag

Thanks for the tag, @willtheweaver (here)!

Rules: Write who you think your character’s opposite would be!

I've chosen a few characters from my WIPs Song of Thorns, Enchanted Illusions, Of Starlight and Beasts, and Supernova Initiative for this one because why not lmao. I tried to really lean into the "polar opposite of the regular character" aspect of this tag game!

(Song of Thorns)

Roselyn Lethia - Would be a selfish loner with no desire for adventure and a love for the status quo

Renn Atrius - His polar opposite self would be a human knight from the royal guard with an adoration of the nobility and a disdain for vampiric fey

Cyriel Staryn - Would be a bounty hunter who specializes in hunting thieves and who strives to upkeep the law

Orianna Whisperleaf - Would be a worldly girl from the capital who is terrified of nature and doesn't care about animals

Prince Alaric - I imagine his "mirror universe" self would be a stereotypical prince who loves masquerades, hunting trips, and mostly basks on his family's sway and power, instead of trying to stop them

Tarrant - His opposite self would be a powerful, sly, silver-tongued mob boss with an obsession with being perceived as sexy or attractive, and who has a tendency to be manipulative

(Enchanted Illusions)

Augustus Grimmure - His mirror self would be a mild-mannered pacifist who is terrified of death and all things morbid, and probably a sorcerer in the Order of Light.

Harriet Sharppe - Would be a brash extrovert with a tendency to get into fights extremely easily and a notable lack of patience

Evangeline Daemitya - Would be a stereotypical "rich girl" obsessed with being the latest trendsetter and always being perceived as popular by her peers.

Sam Delaways - Would be a rich businessman with a risk-taking streak who doesn't care about saving money and only cares about being the best

Cailean Telkerly - Would be someone who never runs from his problems and likes to face conflict head-on, while being aloof and not really charming

Clarence Van Sterling - His alternate self would be an all-powerful vampiric lord, of a very posh and arrogant sort, who considers humans as lowly peasants.

(Of Starlight and Beasts)

Corah Stormryder - Would be someone with no ambition, with a tendency to settle for "the way things are" and a strong sense of self-worth

Arammys Lochllain - Would be a clairvoyant mage with a strong grasp of the past and the future, who remembers his entire life and that of others and does not fear his magic.

Eidan Delythen - A popular folk hero with a pristine reputation who isn't afraid of his past and is proud of his family name

Masen Mavven - Would be a trustworthy young man who despises breaking rules and is a thoroughly law-abiding citizen

Kyran Mavven - Would be a sorcerer who despises sciences and alchemy, considering them inferior to magic, and who does not care about his reputation

Scarlet - His opposite self would be a dutiful knight who trusts people too much and who devotes himself to serving the kingdom, even through dangerous situations.

(Supernova Initiative)

Jack Tithus - His opposite self would be a Junction military officer who thoroughly believes in the system and is a hopeless optimist who always sees the best in everyone around him

Cassiopeia Tithus - Her opposite self would be a lazy student with little passion for experimentation and who is terrified of robots of any kind.

Aleks Keldora - A self-confident bounty hunter who is unapologetically himself at all times and is also a truly amazing fighter pilot

Ethean Mirannir - His complete opposite would be a reckless intergalactic thief with little regard for the needs of others and who doesn't really care about the upkeep of his family name

Vesper Foxx - A kind-hearted pacifist who truly believes in a "forgive and forget" philosophy and considers revenge a useless endeavor

Artemis Zreeth - A bubbly and preppy kid with a penchant for colorful clothes who adores going to parties and makes friends extremely easy

Pax Stellaryn - An arrogant fighter pilot who is overconfident in his abilities and oftentimes overestimates his own chances of winning a battle

Tagging: @cakeinthevoid, @i-can-even-burn-salad, @steh-lar-uh-nuhs, @pluttskutt, @anoelleart

@kaylinalexanderbooks, @smol-feralgremlin, @oh-no-another-idea, @littleladymab, @little-peril-stories

@the-ellia-west, @winterandwords, @cowboybrunch, @eccaiia, @sarahlizziewrites

@leave-her-a-tome, @writernopal, @anyablackwood, @unstablewifiaccess, @forthesanityofstorytellers

@lassiesandiego, @thepeculiarbird, @clairelsonao3, @memento-morri-writes, @starlit-hopes-and-dreams, @illarian-rambling and OPEN TAG

[cosmicstarlatte]

Sunburn (Obey Me!)

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My ~personal~ rankings of most to least likely to get sunburned at the beach!

»Characters: Demon bros + Dateables

»Tags: Rankings, Headcanons, Humor

»Notes: Made this for @solomons-poison summer event! Go check it out! ♡

1. Mammon

No matter how many times you tell him to put some on, he refuses. "It looks funny and I hate the feelin' !" Hours later he regrets it of course and whines about how much it hurts and how it'll affect his modeling gig tomorrow. "I would've helped rub it all over you!"

"W-well why didn't ya say that sooner!"

2. Levi

Actually applies sunscreen but it wasn't enough for the shut-in. He's use to swimming around in his room but he underestimated the wrath of the sun. "Well I'm gonna be in the water most of the time so it's fine!" ...Now he's crying in his room about how normie activities are always a bad idea.

3. Lucifer

This responsible™️ demon put on some sunscreen and laid under an umbrella. He admired the ocean view and shared quite a few drinks, laughing and chatting with Diavolo and the others. He fully relaxed! Once they left to do other activities he grabbed a book and fell asleep...unaware of the Anti-Lucifer Leagues plans. He woke up sunburned with no umbrella in sight. 😔

4. Simeon

Bless this angel, really. All he ever wants to do is help. While helping Luke and some of the others apply some sunscreen, the poor angel forgot about himself and everyone forgot to offer as they one by one went to partake in beach activities! (*shakes fist* a national outrage I say!!)

5. Belphie

Was too lazy to apply any but Beel and Simeon helped. Like Levi, it wasn't enough through out the day though. After a particularly long nap in the sun, he too woke up sunburned. (To Lucifers amusement of course lmao)

6. Beel

Might've sampled the sunscreen because it smelled really good. Small sunburn. Occasionally forgot to reapply and the poor thing should've gotten a stronger spf. He also missed a few spots when he tried to apply it himself when Belphie or Simeon were unavailable. 😔

7. Satan

Gets only a tiny sunburn, nothing too noticeable. He would forget to reapply every so often due to being so absorbed in his book but his sunscreen was a particularly good one, perfect for his skin type.

8. Diavolo (Everyone from here on is tied)

Barbatos would never let Diavolo get sunburned. He had the Little Ds help apply sunscreen to the giant demon before they left for the beach. If it weren't for Barbatos though, the demon would forget to apply some through out the day due to having fun.

9. Barbatos

Failing to apply sunscreen to Diavolo or himself would tarnish his name, it'd be unbefitting for a butler and he would never be able to forgive himself. He is meticulous on how it's applied and when and only uses the absolute best he can get.

10. Luke

There is no way Simeon (or anyone) would let the young angel play around without sunscreen. They make sure to apply every half hour & keep him hydrated. He complains about it of course and just wants to go back to play in the water or make sand sculptures.

11. Solomon

Asmo took his chance and helped the sorcerer apply sunscreen. There was not an inch that was not properly applied and he made sure to re-apply through out the day. 🤭 If it weren't for Asmo though, this man would burn and brush it off.

12. Asmo

You will never see this man sunburned. It does not exist. He brought all different types of sunscreen, re-applies, and still limits his time in the sun. The day he gets sunburned is the day he never gets seen again.

Who would you help apply sunscreen? 👀

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[weewookinard]

Hi people I'm still alive for now lmao.

My awesome friends @bangpop91 @thecarrott and @donevanrocker tagged me for a new game.

Rules: make a poll with five of your all-time favourite characters and then tag five people to do the same. See which character is everyone's favourite.

Of course I won't add Buck or Tommy or even Lone Star characters bc it's too easy otherwise!

Honorable mention for Tristan Silva who is soon to be really important to me I'm sure of it, but also Annie Edison from Community, Tim Bradford from The Rookie, Steve Harrington and Robin Buckley from Stranger Things, Nandor the Relentless from What We Do In The Shadows, Judy Hale from Dead To Me...... Ok I'm stopping here I've already quoted too many characters oops.

Tagging @aaronntviet and @goforpilotkinard and @bidisasterevankinard and @rubydaiquiri 'cause I love to see them in my likes

[depressed-sock]

Pick up the pieces and set them on fire (1333 words) Rage Against the Reflection Relationships: Drifter & Operator (Warframe), Operator & The Man in the Wall (Warframe) Characters: Operator (Warframe), Drifter (Warframe), The Man in the Wall (Warframe) Additional Tags: Bad Things Happen Bingo, rage against the reflection, Hurt No Comfort, Angst, Self-Esteem Issues, Self Confidence Issues, The New War Spoilers (Warframe)

Requested by @geargoyle :D

I went really heavy on this being my Operator and the issues they're having lmao 😅

...

The thing about reflections is that they show all your imperfections. From the scars, to the acne, to the way one eye might be a little more off than the other. It shows everything back and the only way to escape it is. To. Not. Look. To avoid every mirror, every surface that shines a bit too much.

Maybe if you avoid it long enough you’ll forget what you look like. Forget the color of your eyes, the way your nose bends, the way your lips frown.

So that when it’s your own face staring back one day with an unfamiliar grin and void black eyes then you won’t know to be afraid about what’s being reflected back.

The operator never used to worry about this, never would have thought to worry about it. But then the Zarimen happened. One bad jump happened. The void happened. The life they had known upended and shattered into pieces as they tried to keep their little group of friends together and calm as the adults they were supposed to trust banged on the walls screaming for their blood.

They’d never thought about reflections. Not even then. Not until it was their face staring back. Smiling a smile a bit too wide and making promises that sounded far too impossible.

What choice did they have? What choice could they have possibly made as the adults began tearing through the makeshift barrier? There wasn’t a choice. Not really. Not for them. Not for the other Tenno.

The thing about reflections is that they’re supposed to be on the other side of the mirror. Not reaching out, grabbing your hand, and altering your very being into something… other. Making you into something you would never have thought you could be. Giving you power that eats away everything you thought you should be.

The operator had forgotten all this in the Dream. It came back in pieces. Like a the shattered pieces of a mirror slowly being glued back together.

Some things though… They’re ingrained into them. That’s why there’s no mirror in their room or any other part of the ship. Because some deeper part of themself is terrified to see what might be waiting on the other side. They didn’t understand why. Not until later. Not until they’d seen themself.

Sitting cross-legged on that pedestal in their room, wearing the Lotus’s helmet like it was mocking them and their failure. It was only a moment. A moment that passed too fast and made them question their own sanity.

It kept happening.

Knocking on the walls, their own voice a whispered echo of Kiddo followed by amused laughter.

They didn’t understand. Not yet.

Not until now. Seated across from another reflection. Imperfect in the way he is an adult and they aren’t (and possibly never can be). The existence of a choice they could have made but didn’t. Making choices they still can’t make.

“You… You didn’t take the deal.” He didn’t give up everything that made them, them. (Did he let everyone die?)

“Nope.” The Drifter says with a lazy smile before stuffing a sushi roll into his mouth. He barely even chews it before he’s talking again. Mouth still full. “You know, mph, you’re gonna need to make a choice here sooner or later.” He swallows and stuffs another sushi roll into his mouth.

The thing about reflections is that they can show you everything you don’t want to be… and they can show every little bit of you that’s missing.

The operator bites their lip, looks down at the food in front of them and tries to remember the last time they truly ate anything. They wait for that gnawing hunger to come but know it’ll never happen. Just like they know that they won’t be the one leaving this room.

The Drifter knows too. He sets his pair of chopsticks down and the operator looks away. They don’t want to see the pity.

“I’ll save her.”

“You better.” Because she’s one of the few things the operator has left.

He leaves and they… they stay. Seated for a moment until they can’t stand it anymore. Shoving back from the table hard enough to make their chair screech, they stand and start to pace. They should have gone. They should have been stronger.

(They should’ve been less afraid.)

Are they stuck here forever now, stuck in- they take a breath, ignore the picture that’s on one of shelves. The operator knows this room. Sometimes they still see it when they dream.

Their old room on the Zariamen was a shared one. Their father, their mother. There’s echoes of them on each shelf. In each decoration picked out. They grit their teeth and enter through the door to what was the bedroom. It’s bare compared to the small kitchen area. A book or two strewn about. A stuffed plush on one of the beds.

What’s new though, is the mirror on the wall. Bigger than they would ever want any mirror to be. Reflecting the beds and the rest of the room.

Reflecting a version of themself that sits cross-legged and grinning in an almost mockery of when they first saw him. The operator swallows roughly as they catch it’s eyes.

“You didn’t go, Kiddo.”

They glare into the Reflection whose grin seems to impossibly widen.

“I’m not talking to you.” They turn on their heel, arms crossed, and fingers digging in for dear life into their arms. They already died once, why the hell do they have to deal with him too.

“Ah, don’t be like that,” their reflection says, seated now in reality on the bed they were headed for. “Not when we finally have the chance to talk.”

“I don’t want to talk to you.” They close their eyes, taking a deep breath in through their nose in an attempt to calm their nerves. This was a mistake. They should have been stronger, should have gone after the Lotus themself. But… they couldn’t. Couldn’t risk the Lotus attacking them, hurting them.

They don’t-

Their fingers tighten, knuckles growing white from the force of their grip.

“What’s wrong Kiddo? Not so fun being on the other side of the looking glass is it?” The man in the wall asks with a laugh. “What’s it feel like I wonder? To know that there’s a version of yourself that’s willing to make the hard choices.”

“Shut up.”

“You know he made a whole reality for himself. Honestly couldn’t be prouder. Of course it hurt a bit when he didn’t take my deal the first time around but I can’t say it hasn’t been fun to watch him grow into his own power. Even if he doesn’t fully realize what he’s capable of yet.”

“Shut Up.”

“What’s wrong? Can’t handle the fact that you just keep on disappointing me Kiddo?”

“I don’t give a shit about you.”

“Come on now, you can’t possibly be this upset with me. Honestly it should really be the other way around.”

They shiver as the temperature in the room drops. The operator opens their eyes and their reflection is nose to nose with them. Smile still in place for all the anger that’s emanating from it.

“You’re going to disappoint me, Kiddo. And when you do,” The man in the wall tilts his head, neck cracking from the impossible way it bends, “ everything that he fixes… well whose to say it won’t get broken again.”

Then he’s gone. Like he was never there in the first place.

The operator shudders. Turns to the mirror to see themself and only themself in it. Wild eyed with panic, skin a shade too light.

Would the Drifter look like this? Would he give in to his fear?

Would he give in to his rage?

They grit their teeth, raising a hand. It doesn’t take much to shatter a mirror but by the time their done with it, it will be as if it never existed.

[spadesofgrass]

🤔🍄👾

for the writers ask!

🤔 Are there any new characters you want to write about?

i did answer this but im too lazy to go and link posts, so in no particular order -> more thorne sibs, nora (if i haven't already exhausted everyone with her lore by now) for now but maybe in like a couple of months, characters from blades? i don't really know lmao i feel like if i attempt to give myself any structure or make any promises, i will fall apart, so this is what I have for now XD

🍄 Are there any fandoms you've never written for but want to try?

answered here, but tl:dr - mostly just books/worlds from choices, interactive fictions (wayhaven, infamous, defiled hearts etc) and just see where the road takes me!

👾 Do you have any "bad" writing habits you want to break?

i feel like i'm just a lot harsher with my first draft now that i think about it - like i expect it to be its own thing instead of letting it sit, marinate and have it take its time. maybe i'll try not to be so harsh on it and let things take it shape. i've seen this advice float around in writeblr tags in my dash which i should probably take as a sign lollll

thank you for the ask!!!!

[noriko04]

Tagged by @eternal-echoes (ty ^^)

1) The last Podcast you listened to? with reasons.

some months ago I listened to a podcast about the damaging effects of mouth breathing . Maybe for those who never heard about it this may seem... both weird and boring but as a teen I discovered I have this subconscious habit and even though I now mostly fixed this issue I sometimes still have some interest in informing myself more deeply about it.

2) what was the last fanfic you read? What did you like about it?

Oh boy, it's been a while since the last time I've read a fanfiction. It was one year ago, roughly, and it was about Hakuoki (I think it's easy to infer that this series is my current fixation XD). I think there was some angst involved though I don't remember well. And the way feelings were described... Amazing. Very beautiful, there a lot of very talented artists in that fandom.

3) You favorite discord server?

I don't have a discord actually and I don't feel the urge of making an account for it at the moment. Maybe in the future I'll do.

4) open Pinterest and show the first think it recommends you!

ok :)

kitty, some nature pictures and Hakuoki related stuff (beautiful fan art btw). Yup, undeniably my account

5) If your comfortable, show me something from your notes app!

Uhmmm.... I use my notes app mainly to write down passwordS, pins and other personal information so I'll pass on that (I know this is probably not the best way to store this stuff. I'll organize myself better... Once I'll overcome my laziness lmao).

6) Show us who you last gave a like on Tumblr! And why?

Link: https://www.tumblr.com/myrcellathemarred/109213275952?source=share

I love this so much so I think I'll reblog it too. There are times where I feel in the mood for spam reblogging/spam liking old posts about HIM and this is the period. And by HIM I mean Okita Souji from Hakuoki.

For those who don't know him... well you can see that he can be very unhinged. But he is at the same super sweet once you get to know him in the game (in the anime too, but in the visual novel he's explored more deeply) . He is very complex and I can say with convinction that he has occupied a very special place in my heart <3.

I wonder if I'll ever get cured by my Souji-addiction (but frankly, I don't event want to be :) )

7) Show us a picture that's in your galary that you are proud off/like/are comfortable sharing.

I think I'll pass on that too. Most of the stuff in my gallery are boring screenshots. I have personal photos too but I'm not comfortable sharing them here.

8) final question, what was the last YouTube video you watched?

Tarot card reading based on my zodiac sign lol. I'm not sure I fully believe in this stuff but I still find it interesting.

I don't know if everyone feels like participating in this so as usual no pressure. Tagging: @krisomela, @flowerynameslover, @himiko-omikami, @nuriakendo, @riveroflonging, @mydemonsandme

If I forgot some people on this list who want to participate feel free to tell me and I'll tag you as well.