#took me like three tries to spell that 😭

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I want to talk about demons Inferni and the culture they have around jewelry (in my fics) so :3

Normally jewelry has some kind of meaning

Typically, the left ear is for relationships- one or two shaped like their first-name initial (on the top part of their ear), and then a few studs for parents and siblings (on the bottom part of their ear). Every earring here is connected by a small chain. If you don’t have any parents or siblings (or, for example, have parent(s) but no siblings), a close friend can substitute this. Example: Impulse has one smaller cuff earring next to a longer one, like a lowercase "i". Then he has two little studs for his mom and Skizz

Chains are VERY IMPORTANT. If there are any earrings that are related in some way, they’ll have a chain connecting them- that’s what it’s about. Connections!

Horns are made of a very thick keratin- horn piercings are very popular b/c they don’t hurt and also look cool. Keratin doesn’t have nerves in it, after all!

Typically, horn rings are good-luck charms.

Piercings can also be given as awards- think how tassels on a graduation cap work.

Different piercings around symbolically related areas- for example, Impulse was known for being very observant in college, so he got two piercings above and below his eyebrow (close to his eye, lol) to signify that! eye = observation

Also of note: Impulse, specifically, got a horn ring from his mother as a good-luck charm before going to college. This is connected by a clasp and chain to the top eyebrow piercing because yknow. From college

Impulse has a bracelet Skizz made him, spelling their names in (universal) Morse code. Blue for dashes, yellow for dots, small black beads for the separation between letters, and medium silver beads for the spaces between words.

…so yea :3

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omg worldbuilding!!!!!

[vaguesxrrow]

Platonic monty x witch reader where the reader would frequently visit esther with witchy duties and would always bring crow monty trinkets so when human monty came around he just starts fanboying seeing reader but they're confused about it so he just tries to act cool talking ab hearing good things about them from his "ghost friend" thank u <3

(p.s this was actually a dream I had and I think it's cute😭😭😭)

I AM SOOO SORRY THIS TOOK OVER A MONTH LIKE ACTUALLY 😭😭😭🙏

monty & witch!reader

a/n: yayy cheers for my first monty fic

wc: 1408

tags: gender neutral reader, witch reader, platonic monty & reader

"hi, esther!" you called as you opened the door to her house, lugging behind you a rucksack filled with... well, the contents of your bag were probably best left unsaid. "hi, monty!" you said as you caught sight of the crow in his cage. "oh, it's been so long. missed you, buddy."

you usually came around to esther's twice a month for your witchy duties. 'duties' meaning exchanging ingredients, and the occasional (frequent) gossip of other witches in the magic community. really, though, your favourite part of your visits were visiting monty.

the crow chirped at you in greeting. you grinned, retrieving from your pocket two trinkets. first, you handed him the necklace, which you had found when you were doing some spring cleaning. the gem on it was almost black, but blue enough that you thought it would pop against monty's feathers. and you were right - as you handed it to him, he deftly swung it up as if to put it on, but wasn't quite successful and instead it landed on his head. you laughed, unlocking the door of the cage to adjust it for him. he cawed and puffed up his chest, clearly pleased with the new gift.

next, you handed him a shiny pebble. this, you only just found on your journey here. you had parked at the beach, intending to collect some green seaglass for a spell, when you found a rock gleaming so brightly it could have been a crystal. it held no magical properties as far as you were concerned, but you knew monty had to have it.

monty took that, too, setting it down on a cushion in the corner of his enclosure. then, he flew out the open door to perch on your shoulder, nipping your hair affectionately.

"are you planning on stealing my monty, [name]?" esther teased, appearing from the kitchen.

"you know what? maybe i will," you mused as you stroked monty's feathers.

esther barked out a laugh that was equal parts disbelieving and threatening. "sure, honey. now let's talk business."

you left the place two elemental teeth and three vials of blood richer, and with a promise to visit again soon.

⌦ --

'soon' ended up being a whole month and a half later, having missed your second visit last month. you had an extra bounce in your step as you strolled up to esther's front porch, yet still taking care not to jostle your bag full of potions in glass jars.

before you could open the door, it swung open, revealing a boy who seemed to be about your age.

your first thought was, did esther have children?

after ruling out the first question with a no way in hell, your second thought was, did esther kidnap a teenager?

"uh.. hi," you said awkwardly. "is esther home?"

"not at the moment! she went to the store, but we were expecting you, so she shouldn't be much longer," he told you. "but, uh, come in, please!"

he held the door open for you as you walked inside. you set your bag down on the table. "how'd you end up living with esther?" you questioned. you weren't judging (mostly), just surprised that esther would ever live with another human, especially a teenager. she seemed to barely tolerate you. "and what's your name?"

"well, esther calls me 'handsome' most of the time." he rolled his eyes. "really annoying habit, but i let her do it, cause you know her!"

nice evasion, you thought to yourself, noting that mystery boy had deigned to actually answer any of your questions. he was getting more interesting by the second.

you sat down on a stool at the kitchen table. "well, nice to meet you. i'm-"

"[name]!" he blurted. "i know."

you paused in surprise. "and how do you know that, exactly?"

he froze for a millisecond, before launching into another long-winded explanation. "well, you're actually pretty famous, in case you didn't know! i heard about you from this, uh, cool ghost friend of mine. yeah, they're like, super cool, and if they think you're cool then you must be, like, even cooler."

you gave him a once-over, still confused. he noticed you staring and self-consciously tugged at a chain around his neck, tucking the necklace into his shirt. weird.

before you could interrogate him more, the front door audibly swung open, creaking on its hinges. esther's voice sing-songed from the entrance as she complained about the cashier at the supermarket, vaguely plottint his demise.

"where are you, m- oh!" she paused as she caught sight of you. "[name]!" her tone was cheerful, but you weren't sure if she was exactly happy to see you. then again, you never were.

"hi, esther," you greeted back. "just came to drop off the potions." you gave your bag a jostle, and the glass jars inside clinked against each other noisily.

she half-grinned, half-grimaced at you. "thank you, dear. you can be on your way now." she waved you away, undoubtedly using her magic, as you felt an invisible force tug you towards the front door.

"uh, my bag-" you began.

"i'll return it!" mystery boy piped up. "um, meet me at the park tomorrow at noon? we can be friends!"

"sure!" you called, having to raise your voice as your body moves further and further away. "um, see you then!"

it wasn't until you arrived at the sole motel in port townsend that you realised you'd never gotten the name of your to-be friend.

⌦ --

you met mystery boy on the bench at the park, as you had arranged yesterday. you were determined to get his name this time; if you were going to be friends, then you couldn't call him mystery boy forever. he already knew your name after all.

"[name]!"

you turned around to find him approaching, two paper coffee cups in his hands, along with your bag, as promised. smiling, you waved at him.

"hi. wow," he said. he handed you back your bag, and one of the cups. "this is for you. i wasn't sure what kind of coffee you like, so i just chose the special, cause y'know, from what i heard from my ghost friend, you seem like the kind of laid back person who can just do whatever, which i admire."

amused, and slightly puzzled, you chuckled. "thank you?" you took a sip of the drink he offered, nodding in approval to let him know it was good. "i didn't think i had that high of a reputation. i mean, you seem to know a lot about me, but i don't even know your name."

he fiddled with the chain around his neck again, drawing your attention to the piece of jewelry. today, it wasn't concealed under his shirt. you squinted. it was a metal chain, with a gem that was a dark sapphire blue. you could recognise it anywhere.

"is that... the necklace i gave esther's crow?" you blurted.

he froze.

your eyes widened. "wait..." you scanned him, and the more you scrutinised his features the more oddly familiar they looked. "monty?"

"uhh, about that..."

"oh my god." you stood up in shock. "did esther turn you into a crow? i didn't think she'd do something like that, transforming humans.. if she's been keeping you with her all this time-"

"what? no!" he shook his head. "she recently turned me human."

your rant ended abruptly. "oh."

you were a bit confused about that, too. how? when? why? but you supposed you might as well enjoy it for what it was: finally being able to talk to your favourite crow-boy.

"but thanks for looking out for me." he - monty (monty!) smiled.

"it's no problem," you responded, slightly embarrassed at your outburst. "i mean, you're my friend. so like, any time." you really were touched. being a witch didn't give much time for socialising, and even within the magic community, relationships were often kept professional. talking to monty, even when he couldn't respond, was nice for you.

"we're friends?" he asked, eyes sparkling hopefully.

"yeah, duh," you said. "i didn't give you all those trinkets for nothing. i'm glad to see you kept some of them, though." you motioned to the necklace.

"of course i did. guess i'm kind of wired to like shiny things. ex-crow and all."

"makes sense." you shrugged. "how'd you end up becoming human, anyway?"

he huffed, grinning. "oh, boy, it's a long story…”

[teaffrogy]

Hi! I saw you were looking for ideas so I'm going to submit a couple if that's okay! Feel free to ignore if not lol

First idea is for Gale (he needs more attention in this fandom!!) Tav who's kind but completely oblivious when it comes to flirting getting hit on and just not picking up on it, how would Gale react or not react? Would his reaction be different if he saw it from afar, up close, or just heard about it? Can be pre-relationship or during :)

Second idea can be for any or all companions (personally tho I think it'd be interesting for astarion, halsin, and gale) Their reactions (separate) to Tav realizing there's mutual attraction so they take them aside and nervously confess that they're asexual and would understand if they don't want to be partners after knowing this about them and that they wanted to tell them before things got serious.

Sorry for rambling in your inbox but I hope this was atleast somewhat helpful :D

Omg yes both I love sm omggg okay imma work on one first then the other. And I totally agree! Gale deserves more attention! I adore that man sm😭❤️ also so sorry it took me a while I have been taking care of my cat who got surgery

Oblivious Tav

Gale x Reader(Tav)

I honestly believe Gale immediately Knew Tav was super oblivious to people Flirting on them And he first found out About it when Lae'zel made the first move. Instead of falling for her words, you just gave her a puzzled look. “I'm sorry Lae’zel. I don't want to fight with you.”

The second time he saw it was with Astarion at The tiefling party. Of course he put his Vampiric charms on you but it just flew past you. And Astarion had this look on his face that made Gale burst out laughing. Some of the tieflings gave him a puzzled look.

Another interaction was when a tiefling was flirting with you. She rubbed your hand up and down softly that he himself even felt the shivers. She had tried to tell Tav how gorgeous they are and how even better they would look under her. But that left you confused. “Why do you want me to lay down?”

Like always, he found it funny because what you say and the other is the person's reaction. But Gale wouldn't lie, he had fallen in love with you the day he taught you how to cast spells just so you could feel what he feels, the magic of it. It was just the way your eyes shined as you looked around you. The moment you Two had made him realize how much he wanted you in his life, read a book beside you, be on his balcony, have a cup of tea or coffee, whatever you like to drink! And just read a book with you, watch the sunset, see the boats sail away, watch the waves of the sea. And just be with you. He loves you.

After that, he did try to make some moves.

Gale didn't know if he should feel bad or

embarrassed for you.

No matter how many times he tries to flirt, it simply just flies Over your head. You two were in the shadowlands and he took so much time and dedication to say those words to you that it simply flew past you. Astarion couldn't help but let a Laugh. Shadowheart was holding hers in. He knew you were obviously but not that much!

He tried it again, a small pick up line and you just stared at him and gods he loves you but oh my god he also is embarrassed when you simply don't get it. He had to actually say those three words.

“What I am trying to say is that I am in love with you. I love you.” Gale says and your eyes go wide at those words. “And I have been trying to make you get the hints that I am really in love with you but it just flies by you. I was thinking it was the tadpole wiggling those words out but that's just how you are.” He says and you feel embarrassed. “Oh.” You say and Gale holds your hands. “I'm in love with you Tav.” and he brings your hands close to his lips, kisses each one hand and looks up at you. “I love you too Gale.” You say and he's more than happy to hear those Words come out.

And even now that you two are together, it simply flies by you. From times you do get his little pick up lines, but there are those other times where it flies by.

But Gale loves that about Tav and finds it cute.

[infranuz]

Hii can I get a Chishiya x reader where the reader is an artist? It can be in whatever format u like, I don't really mind. Please and thank u!

“ A PAINTING FOR YOU!! ” — chishiya x artist!reader

where chishiyas s/o is an artist who likes to take painting commissions, except this time valentine’s day is getting closer and they want to make a special gift just for chishiya.

— HIHI!! TYSM FOR REQUESTING,, I had this idea to add on to the request hopefully you don’t mind<3 but I hope it is to your liking!! ,, ps there’s most likely spelling and grammar mistakes so anything I missed, feel free to correct me 💕 also so sorry for writing this 4 days after valentines😭 ,, also,, mentions of wife and husband..

it was currently 10 pm, saturday february 11. three full days before valentine’s day, yet you were still busy finishing up your commissions instead of planning something special for your boyfriend. the thought of making something for him this year crossed your mind as you were scrolling through Instagram looking through your feed. it wasn’t a bad idea at all actually. surely chishiya would appreciate a gift.

you were a painter who made portraits and other paintings for people, chishiya admired this. he always wondered how you were so patient yet fast when handling your art. truly a unique talent, even for him to admit. you had actually tried to teach chishiya how to sketch and make a good painting, the basics. not once did it work out. he may be a fast learner but sticking to the med field instead of art would be better.

still, you always kept his painting attempts most of the time. point is, valentine’s day was approaching rather quickly and this year you wanted to use your talent to good use. it had to be something meaningful yet pretty, something he would love to admire. this was your second year as a couple celebrating the 14th together. you had thought of other things to possibly gift the half blond but chishiya was never the materialistic type so choosing something for him was rather difficult.

so that’s when the idea of a painting came in, i mean you could easily finish a canvas in three days, right? the moment you realized what you wanted to do you got up from your bed and immediately started to sketch out your idea. you only had three days to finish the painting, thank god chishiya didnt live with you, otherwise the gift would’ve been a big fail right from the start.

after about an hour of narrowing down your ideas, you went for the safer option, your favorite date spot. it was more of a rough sketch idea since you weren’t fully sure when you first started, finishing the sketch would probably take all night but you were willing to take that risk. of course you would be closing and pausing your commissions just until the 15th so you could focus on the main thing.

obviously the colors would be a pain to find so mixing and combining the ones you had at home were the safer option. greys, whites, some really pigmented and bright ones others pretty dark.. yet it was a good palette. it all looked good together when you tested it on a small scaled canvas. it was now 7 am, frebruary 12th, took all night to finish, but at least the picture itself was done.. good news!!

although the bad news on the other hand,, chishiya would be arriving at your doorstep any moment now. he would always make sure to see you before a shift of his at the hospital, which was quite early. you had to put a cover over the canvas and securely lock your art room beforehand. it was screaming suspicion but who cares, not like you killed anyone. though the idea of chishiya finding out his gift wasn’t pleasant so before he arrived you tried to look natural which wouldn’t be easy with the evident dark circles under your eyes that made it obvious you hadn’t slept an inch.

right after you walked back to the kitchen the sound of keys trying to unlock the door were heard. normally you would be happy yet sleepy of his presence right before going to work. this time you were nervous and still sleepy, he figures things out way too quickly specially when you act suspicious, he can read a person too well. you heard him go upstairs, thankfully not where your art room is at. confused you waited for him to come back downstairs, “there you are, I thought you were still be in bed” chishiya made his way to the counter. on sundays you stayed in bed until he arrived and woke you up to eat breakfast.

“I woke up a tad bit earlier today” you turned to him with two mugs filled with hot water. “morning chishi” you smiled at him trying to shake off the nervousness. he looked up at you and his eyes immediately landed on the dark circles right beneath yours. “did you not sleep well?” he frowned. “ah, this? I was finishing up some commissions last night that I completely forgot to sleep haha..” he raised a brow at you with clear confusion, but questioned no further.

to anyone, you staying up finishing any art project of yours would be normal, to him it’s was very,, weird. chishiya knew you all too well, you would never and when I say never it’s because clearly, never have you stayed all up all night trying to finish a canvas. still he didn’t mention a single word of this, “you should’ve told me, you could be sleeping right now instead of having breakfast with me” it was your time to frown, “but I wouldn’t have seen you today, anyway it doesn’t bother me I purely run on coffee” you said proudly.

“you’re stupid” he sighted, though truth is he was glad he got to see you before work, long hours at the hospital were exhausting specially when he didn’t get to see you all day. he would never admit to that though. “make sure to sleep after, it’s not healthy not getting any sleep, you could get sick” there he goes again scolding you about your health, it’s almost as if he was your husband and you his wife. “i know, i know, don’t worry i will” you weren’t..

he left soon after you packed his lunch, which was rather silly. everytime you thought about it, it would be almost as if you were a married couple. with a quick kiss and hug he exited your house and walked to his destination.

right after he left you grabbed your keys and unlocked your art room again ready to continue. he would scold you later when he finds out you went straight to your project rather than sleeping. but that would be a worry for later. sadly he wouldn’t be back until tomorrow when he finished his shift.. at least it would give you more time to work rather than having to hide your painting.

at some point you decided to stop and actually take a small nap, anyway you were half done and it was 1 am, february 13th. once again you put a cover over the canvas and locked the door before walking up to your room and finally sleeping. yet that didn’t exactly do much for your eye bags.

“you didn’t sleep again?” he sounded tired and sleepy the very next morning he arrived from the hospital “you haven’t slept either chishi” whenever he arrived at your doorstep tired from his long hour shifts you would grow worried for his health. “let’s get you to bed” you grabbed his hand as he followed. it was a pretty normal routine by now. he would sleep at your house while you either stayed right beside him or went out to buy groceries. this time you would have to go back down and finally finish the project. which was very risky considering he was there.

he immediately knocked out after he felt himself laying down, you giggled at his sight as you went back downstairs. you made sure to lock your art room before starting so he wouldn’t accidentally walk in on you making his gift. after many hours later the painting was finally done and you could get a good rest right next to your boyfriend.

finally the 14th of february arrived, you were excited to show him his present that you worked hard on. hoping that he would like it even more, you took him to the exact same spot that was painted into the canvas. a picnic date to be exact. you were both clearly still in need of sleep but that business would be for later after your date.

he had a bag and some flowers in hand when he arrived, he was wearing the white hoodie you got him last year with a white shirt underneath and sweatpants.. typical of him. the canvas was right beside the basket of food you brought but that would be opened after you were done eating.

some small typical talk later you both finished your food “thankfully you had today off, you seriously needed a break” you were picking up and trashing the items you no longer used. now, it was the time for gifts , much to his dismay. chishiya was never good with words so he always just handed you your gift straightforward “here” he grabbed the bag by his side and gave it to you. it was a necklace with both of your initials although the s stood out more.

you let out a grin “thank you shuntaro”, surprisingly he didn’t buy you a ring, (he was about to).. actually even more surprising, he got you jewelry. you asked him to clip the necklace from behind your neck. it was a pretty necklace needless to say. he also handed you a letter but he advised you to open it later when he wasn’t in your presence anymore.

now it was your turn to give him his gift. you let out a deep breath and grabbed the boxed canvas behind you. “i wanted to gift you something special this year, so hopefully you like this” you hand him the painting.

he slowly unwraps the tie and opens the box, for a second you see his eyes widen as he stares at the content inside, slowly they soften and he smirks “so this is what you were hiding” you look up at him shocked “YOU KNEW?!?” you couldn’t believe such a moment was ruined by him telling you he already knew.

“it was pretty obvious dumbass” you sighted in defeat “at least you didn’t know what the painting contained..” you smiled softly “do you like it?” you looked up at him, his eyes to be exact. he only hums and smiles at your words, you feel all the nervousness lift from your shoulders.

you launched yourself at him with joy as he falls back on the grass. his hands travel to your waist as he hugs you. truth to be told you loved these moments were chishiya showed just how much he actually enjoys being with you without him having to actually say it.

your hands land on both of his cheeks, a small kiss to his forehead. “i’m glad you liked it, let’s have more years together okay?” you smile at him. chishiya could only chuckle at your words yet agree, he looked forward to spending many more years to come with you and truly, only you.

[soup-scope]

DUN DUN!

You have been bitten by the mutual virus. To cure yourself, you must provide one reason why you follow each of your mutuals before sending this to others (whether mutuals or not) while in anon.

Good luck!

This… is gonna be so long…..

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@caramel-metal : you somehow find the funniest shit to ever exist. your blog is a genuine gold mine for content i would’ve have seen otherwise it’s so‼️‼️‼️‼️

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@oceanicwhitetipshark : whenever i feel myself drifting from redacted. i get a notif that you’ve posted and i’m immediately pulled back in by all ur writings and your thoughts. ur genuinely so talented and so incredibly sweet di i’m very glad we’re moots

@kelseadelle : i’ve never loved women more in my entire life. the way u draw has me wanting to sacrifice myself to the nearest woman for no reason other than that they’re a woman. your evie and ranger art. id give anything to be a werewolf.

@romeo-the-homeo : there can only be one trans jackass in the redacted fandom there isn’t enough room for the both of us. we should totally combine our physical forms and ascend to a higher form of being. and then get a wendy’s frosty or smth.

@plutobutartsy : stella. LIGHT OF MY LIFE💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕 I LOVE UR DESIGNS SM YOUR ART IS SO BEAUTIFUL I LOVE HOW YOU SEE THE LISTENERS AAAAA. YOUR FAITHFUL DESIGN HAS SHOT ME THROUGH THE HEART ILY AAAAAAA

@clover-46 : whenever smth messy happens i always appear in ur dms 😭😭 i love obsessing over hush with you and giggling in our dms💕💕. YOUR DESIGNS SLAP SO HARD. i hope you know that i think of your milo design on the daily. he’s my little girlfriend and i’ve never wanted anything more in my entire life

@celestecreateschaos : trying to type out ur user gave me an aneurysm. I ALSO MISS GEORDI SM WHERE IS HE. you’re genuinely so funny you constantly have me giggling. i wanna tape an x-ray of ur brain to my wall.

@venuslove-28-replies : HIIIIOIOIIIIOOOOEDIIWIWISIDOW. one of these days i’m going to shake you so hard you come apart like a mr potato head. your art has me wanting to bite you and not let go. all your designs have me AAAAKAOSAIKALA

@peacefullibrarian : i will never get over that one piece of writing u did about lasko and his listener. the “like the fan” has me slamming myself into the ground imagining them interacting. make a tag list. make a tagLIST RN AND ADD ME

@morgansplace : hi king i’m going to evict you from this plane of existence. (translation: i love you and i love how incredibly creative you are. i want to eat ur nails. i think we could solve all the worlds problems if we held hands and spun in a circle until we fell over from dizziness. i think it’d be nice)

@heshheshfish : omw to send u a cease a desist. your walls are very comfortable. i have officially devoured all tress-passers who have crossed my unwelcome path. i only accept offerings in the form of whole blocks of cheddar cheese. (translation: hi hehe)

@teaseat : i don’t think i can genuinely put into words how much i love u tea. you have me CACKLING. and other days you have me needing to put down my phone to take a minute. anyways. IN SO GLAD IM IN UR TAGLIST HEHEHE I LOVE UR WRITING SM AAAAAAA

@deviantaj : you make me want to listen to marina and the diamonds and then kill someone. aj ily. you make me giggle. i think if we were ever put into the same room we’d probably cause a cataclysmic event that no one could ever recover from.

@swanconcerto : HOLLYYYYYYYYYYUEJFJE. ily holly my favorite person to ever exist you have me twirling my hair and giggling i’d give anything to exist in ur presence. holly i am in ur basement.

@messenger-of-stupidity : i love your writing so much it has completely rewired my brain i think we should tussle outside and then hold pinky’s or smth. THE VEGA LOVE>>>>> i wait with baited breath for your vega fic

@shawslut : i love ur blog layout sm how do you do it. we both go by ray/rae so i think maybe we should do a lil dance to decide which ones superior. your geordi fic had me wanting to test the sharpness of my new kitchen knives. i will eat you one of these days.

@4letteraroace : i want to bite your hands so bad bro. i still think about ur darlin dance fic. now i know nothing about dance but i could fucking picture what was going on and it HURT. i think your keyboard deserves to be taken away. it should also be taken away because of how u interact with lemon on a daily basis 😭😭

@milosirlgf : hi jaydyn i think one of these days you’ll genuinely rule the world so pls remember that i am nothing but ur undying servant hi. i’m going to empty my life savings in ur name.

@terrazaurio : YOUR DAVID AND ANGEL DESIGN AAAAAAAAA RAHHHHHHHH. i want to bite someone’s head off. i get horrific cute aggression whenever i see your work. i think if we ever existed in the same section of the universe the space time continuum would collapse

@goodboyaudios : i think we should fist fight.

@tunasfishbowl : i think we should paint each others nails and then watch horror movies. tuna ur designs have me gasping for air on a daily basis i lost my mind when we became moots.

@yoteako : THE LASKO DESIGN EVER. INCREDIBLE WOLF BOY DESIGNS. i lobe how u draw them as grown men. idk if that makes any sense but it does to me. also enlightened me to the idea that is vega and brachium omg the most brain idea ever. when we became moots i breakdanced on the hardwood floor

@echovale052 : HI ECHOOO i’m taking a few chomps out of all of ur works like your art style is so pleasant i wanna EAT IT. i think that if we fought we’d probably end up destroying a few small towns.

@kittyshaw : HI REIIIIIII 💕💕💕💕 genuinely one of my fav people. you have the best takes and omg i love ur headcanons sm. i am going to eat ur brain one of these days. any second you aren’t moving i’m only getting closer

@lovelylonerliterature : i’ve read your cutie/geordi fix it fic an ungodly amount of times. (also a shadows appeal……) i love ur writing and interpretations of the redacted characters so much. your ability to capture angst has me wanting to throw myself into the abyss.

@elisacaleisa : another user i struggled to spell 💔💔. THE BEST MORGAN DESIYJ IVE EVER SEEN THATS MY MAN THATS MY WIFE I LOST MY SHIT M.LWFIIWKSJWIWO. i’m going to bite and shake your gavin design. i think our brains should combine at some point for fun

@sweetlemongrove : Lemon u are the light of my life. please make a taglist and add me to it. i love you. THE LOMLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL. also ur blog layout is so pretty what.

I LOVE YOU ALL MOOTS‼️‼️‼️

(Ok but in all seriousness. This is my first time ever really fully interacting with a fandom and not just lurk. To be able to interact with an incredibly creative and kind fandom has been a pleasure :)))) thank you all for all the work you do!!!!)

[soleilnomoon]

Hi again! Still absolutely adore your Kid fic from your last event 💜 Never got around to asking for a Sanji one, so here I am again😅 But seriously, congrats on over 550 followers!! Love seeing your blog grow, cause you’re really talented and deserve them all and legit can’t wait til you hit 1k+ 🥰

For the event order, may I please ask for a #1 with my boi Sanji, with anmitsu, konpeito, and keylime pie and with honey, please? 🥹 i hate this but need some sanji angst 😭

I also dunno if these three would work particularly well together for a prompt, so you can choose whatever! just really feeling angst and sanji rn and maybe comfort if you’d like 🥰

Thank you for all your works you’ve done so far 💜💜

hiiii omg haha i loved that fic fr (i'm obsessed w that man!!!) also ily for requesting sanji i don't write him nearly enough 🥰️ but thank you sm!! 😭 making me all soft and i am so so sorry this took forever, as u know i am so slow but!!! i had fun tormenting sanji w the angst ngl 💓💓💓💓 also those were great choices for the prompt, i wanted to write more but it would've been 8k words before i finished and who has time for that (i do, but listen... that's besides the point) ✨

2k words, fem reader (honestly gn too now that i think abt it), sfw (SHOCKING i know), 18+ mdni, a lil bit suggestive but nothing wild, angst angst angst city babey, fluff if you squint, also i gave u comfort bc u deserve it bb 💗(and sanji does too); feat. sanji being in denial forever and ever, mutual pining, fake unrequited love, reader is determined and sanji is a coward; also i made myself sad writing this but a good sad bc sanji deserves happiness and i'll fight oda if he doesn't get it i s2g... (if u see grammar mistakes/spelling errors... no u didn't 💗)

“loving each other began this way: threading / loneliness into loneliness / patiently, our hands trembling and precise.” — yehuda amichai

STEP 01:

what does it take to kill a soul? —

a question that’s posed unironically, without a hint of remorse or tact, the words precise and venomous, slicing through the thick veneer that he’s carefully crafted. he’s never been able to answer that question — not at six years old, not twelve or fifteen, and not at twenty-one. his siblings took pleasure in taunting him with seemingly philosophical questions, ones that clamped down onto his thoughts with heavy shackles.

even after he’s extracted himself from that life, he can’t scrub those memories from his mind — no matter how hard he tries. they sit, still raw and bloody, giving rise to unpleasant emotions that make his stomach churn from so many things left unsaid. he never set out to be a pirate, but piracy has given him the sort of freedom that he could only wish for as a child.

it’s with tender hands, with nimble yet graceful fingers, and with a fastidiousness that puts him in a category of his own, that he creates and creates and creates —

he’s told he’s an artist, which only pushes him to work harder, to be better. and when he asks himself why, he doesn’t have an answer. or, rather, the answer he does have only serves as a punishing reminder that he’ll never be good enough. no matter how many times his crew mates thank him — their emphatic, genuine praise a soft, warm breeze against his heart, gentle caresses that he commits to memory — despair still manages to infiltrate, a darkness choking out what little light he has left inside of him.

STEP 02:

how far are you willing to go to reach the truth? —

when you join the crew, he’s unnerved by your presence, which is wholly unlike him. usually, he’s able to put on his façade of the flirtatious cook, one that’s jovial and sociable, that lives to serve and please those around him. his first conversation with you ends in disaster; he spills the drink he tried to pour for you, despite your insistence that you are perfectly capable of pouring your own drink — and he knows it’s not out of malice, but it cuts into him all the same.

he tries again and again, bringing you little treats that you only agree to eating if he sits and eats with you; confusion eats away at his mind, and when he opens his mouth to decline, you pat the seat next to you and he acquiesces. he sits stiffly, at first, unsure of why he always feels on edge around you — an irritating need to impress you in a way he’s never wanted to for others grows stronger by the day.

you think it’s cute that he always seems flustered around you — that he stumbles over his words, refuses to hold eye contact with you for longer than thirty seconds — you also think it’s cute that the false bravado that he puts on for the world, diminishes immediately the second you come close to him. if he’s skittish, it’s because you always catch him staring at you; despite his quick reflexes, his reactions around you are slow but pure — childish, almost.

lately he’s clumsier and scatterbrained, nearly burning dinner when you decide to keep him company. you lean against the countertop, a teasing smile on your face — the same one that that caused him to bump his forehead against the cabinet door earlier — as you prattle on about a dream you had. he can barely keep up, his eyes drifting from the skillet to your face, gliding around the curve of your cheek, dipping lower in a slow descent along your neck.

he blinks repeatedly when he reaches your clavicle, stunned at his restraint; and it’s only when you call his name loudly that he realizes he’s left the heat on for too long.

“are you okay?” you ask when you see that he’s fussing over how best to save the dish, mouth moving as he quietly mutters to himself. he barely registers your voice, as an insidious one whispers harshly into his ears about his perpetual incompetence and lack of talent.

you can see that he’s retreated even further into his mind, a feat that also leaves you frustrated. you want to shake him but refrain and grab his hand instead. he snaps out of whatever stupor that held him captive just moments ago, lips parting as he sighs softly before glancing down at you.

“thank you.”

the words are quiet, but impactful, as he didn’t think he’d be able to get them out. you let go of his hand too soon, but he doesn’t say anything else, choosing to focus on cooking than embarrassing himself again in front of you.

you take his silence as a silent dismissal, but you don’t fight him on it — it’s bitter, that sort of rejection, and you swallow back your argument with great difficulty.

STEP 03:

what’s the difference between cowardice and self-preservation? —

frustration bubbles underneath his skin when he can’t find where he placed his lighter; he runs a hand through his hair and tugs on impulse, accidentally ripping a few strands from his scalp. they swirl and tumble onto the ground, pathetic in a way — just like me, but he never really says that out loud. he doesn’t hear your footsteps, although you did your best to remain as quiet as possible.

a cigarette sits in between his lips, and he has half a mind to toss it over the railing of the ship, but a warmth suddenly appears in front of him in the form of a flame. you found his lighter on the floor earlier and meant to give it to him, but every time you got closer, he found every excuse to leave. you don’t realize the impact you have on him — not really, anyway — because he’s genuinely surprised that you can’t hear the heavy beats of his heart that grow more intolerable the longer he hangs around you.

always afraid of being found out, he opts to keep his distance. it’s easier this way, he tells himself, better. but he doesn’t quite believe that; the evidence is plain as day when his tongue feels like its grown three sizes in the span of seconds, where his words get lost and forgotten. it’s all your fault, he reasons; you who insists on talking candidly with him, who insists on listening to him ramble about his dreams, who absolutely insists on stubbornly tearing down his walls, steadily chipping away without a care in the world. he looks at you as if you are the source of all his problems, but he also looks at you as if you’re the solution.

the intensity behind his stare makes your hands tremble slightly, it’s a miracle you’ve managed to keep yourself composed for this long. you light the end of his cigarette with ease, as if you’ve done this for him hundreds of times —and place the lighter into his pants pocket afterwards. if he wasn’t so used to you getting in his personal space all the time, he’d retreat immediately. the proximity is almost too much for him, but he doesn’t step back; you take that as a good sign and keep him company for a few minutes.

you don’t care for the smell of smoke, but on him it smells good. you almost tell him that, but instead bite down on your lip and keep your comment at bay, nerves getting the best of you as you nearly choke on the possibility that your feelings won’t be reciprocated.

another time, maybe. cheeks flushed, you turn your face to look elsewhere. although, you wonder if there ever will be another time. with him, you never know.

he’s still trying to figure you out and why he feels a different sort of calm around you; it’s alarming and new, drumming up an irrational fear within him. he doesn’t think he’s deserving of your attention or affection, and he’s convinced himself that you don’t harbor any romantic feelings for him. and why would you?

one by one, his thoughts pummel into him, acerbic and overwhelming. he exhales a sliver of smoke and puts the cigarette out. he gives you a quick, apologetic look before telling you goodnight, the smile on his face is melancholic and barely existent. you don’t dare say a word, keep your lips pressed together stubbornly; exasperated and dejected, you don’t know what’s worse — his inability to lower his guard around you for longer than ten minutes, or your inability to stop yourself from trying to carve pieces of yourself to give to him.

maybe if you helped him fill the gaping holes in his heart, he’d truly understand how you feel.

STEP 04:

if you had to do it all over again, would you do anything differently? —

sleep evades you after that night, and the night after that, and so forth; it gets so bad that you’re yawning in the middle of the day, falling asleep before you can have a cup of coffee or tea. this does not go unnoticed by the others, and after talking with nami, you feel less out of your element and finally can see the parts of sanji that he wants to keep hidden. her advice is simple: approach slowly and with intent; corner him and don’t let him escape.

you bide your time, full confident that you can find a moment to sit down with him and talk this all out. it doesn’t come easy, but franky mysteriously swaps sanji for the night’s watch — something that should strike you as odd, but it’s a small opening that you take without thinking as you hurriedly climb up to the crow’s nest with a renewed sort of energy.

even with his eyes closed, as he sits lazily on the bench with head tilted back against the wall, he knows it’s you.

“go back to bed,” he says firmly, refusing to look at you.

your stubbornness, unfortunately, wins out. “i’m staying.” at that he sits up, his attention completely on you as his eyes widen at your words. he wants to ask you why, but cowardice wins out — again. as his features soften, a flush crawls along his face, lightly painting his cheeks pink. he closes his eyes again, tries to steady his breathing as he counts backwards, only for his efforts to be obliterated with ease the moment you sit next to him.

as your thigh presses against his, you take his hand and on impulse you trace your fingertip along the lines on his palm. he watches you with a morbid fascination that scares him; but then you start to say things like, “you will live a very long life,” and “you are courageous, and you have a big heart.”

a small part of him wants to pull his hand away, so you won’t say anything else — but he remains put, so still that you almost think he’s stopped breathing. your voice is sweet and disarming, even when you carry on this charade of reading his palm. a belated realization hits him forcefully, making him blink several times; it dawns on him that you’ve always been so kind and gentle with him, even when you teased him. he’s spent all this time overthinking and hiding behind his past, that it never occurred to him that he could have simply let you in. you’ve never given him reason to believe that you’d betray or harm him intentionally.

he takes a deep breath, voice a little uneven, “i—”

you lean in close, adoration dripping onto your words as you interrupt him. “hey, have i told you?” the question glides along his skin, the words seeping into him as you continue, the lilt in your voice a honeyed, melodic spell. “you remind me of starlight and the mysteries of space.” your lips brush against his when you tell him that, and a warmth settles into the middle of his chest, makes it hard to focus. he doesn’t think when he curls his fingers around yours and doesn’t think when heleans down to kiss you — tender yet electrifying all the same.

the move disarms you in a way that doesn’t quite make sense to you, so you simply hum in approval and lean your head against his shoulder. a comfortable silence settles around you both, but you don’t mind that at all; it’s nice, not having to tip-toe around him anymore, and the demons that plagued him for so long don’t seem so intimidating with you by his side.

[infiniteeight8]

man I’m gonna need you to continue the nothing of significance Drabble 😭😭

I feel I should apologize for how long it took me to get here given that I practically invited this request. *sheepish* I do drabble requests in order by default, just so I don’t have to think about them as much, and there were a few already in the queue at the time.

This is part four. Find parts one through three at these links:

Parts One and Two at AO3

Part Three on Tumblr (it’ll post to AO3 when I get caught up there)

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Stephen sleeps a lot for the first week. When he wakes, Tony is nearly always at his side. His bedroom sprouts a new side table, and it’s quickly covered with tablets, phones, and gadgets that Stephen hesitates to identify when Tony Stark is involved. He tries to tell Tony that there’s no obligation, that he can go, but all Tony says is, “I’m not here out of obligation. I’m here because you don’t make sense. I’ll figure you out, you’ll see.”

Stephen doesn’t argue. He likes waking up and seeing Tony sprawled in the armchair he’s commandeered, tapping intently at one device or another. He’s going to enjoy it while it lasts.

Once he’s no longer sleeping twenty hours a day, Wong explains, privately, what he needs to do to help his soul heal. 

At this point, Tony’s commitments have drawn him away from constant watch at Stephen’s bedside, but he’s still a daily visitor. The table full of gadgets remains. Today, Stephen must look as lost as he feels, because when Tony strides into the room—he doesn’t ever knock—he stops immediately and frowns. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Stephen says automatically. Tony just waits. “Healing my soul is going to be more… metaphysical than I thought.”

Tony’s eyebrows fly up. “Isn’t everything you wizards do metaphysical?”

“Maybe I should have said not metaphysical enough,” Stephen says wryly. “I thought there would be spells involved. Exercises. I don’t know, vision quests. Instead, apparently, I need to… do things that make me feel good?”

Tony looks as bewildered as Stephen feels. “Like what?”

Stephen groans. “Watch the sunset. Spend time with friends. Eat good food. I am literally quoting examples.”

Tony slowly sits on the edge of the bed. “And that’s difficult?”

Stephen drops his gaze and doesn’t answer.

“Well!” Tony says after a moment, and Stephen looks up to see him grinning. “You’re going to be glad I stuck around. You basically have a prescription for hedonism, and I am an expert.”

Stephen has to laugh. This is either going to go very, very well, or very, very badly.

[sheena-yuet]

I think it would be the last post for now cause I have a lot of mid-term assignment waiting for me to do ;-;;

but I feel bad of not posting anything for u guys so there it is ! I thought I would only draw about three to four drawings but it ended up I drew eight of them lol

And sorry for the drawings are really sketchy! This time . Cause I am trying to balance the time and this post 😭

Oh and I tried to draw dream after his face reveal soo it may not looks like him cause I’m still finding or studying how should draw him!

-Tiny Hero-

I like some plot about the giant was trapped and the tiny save them. But the first time the giant didn’t trust them they thought the tiny’s gonna hurt them, so they try to shake them off or glare at them ,hissing….

Basically the set up is like dream is a giant, and the giant species are having a war with the witches.

And unfortunately he was trapped by their magic so he couldn’t move around. He keeps struggling, and yet he chose to keep his strength for another round of struggle.

With the noise he made, a person started to approach where the noise came from. And the view in his eyes, he was certain that he would never forget that scene. A giant was trapped on the ground, and staring at him with his hazel eyes.

He was too shocked to do anything, and right before he trying to have a closer look at the giant. The giant noticed that the George carry arrows on his shoulder. Which made him go to a defensive mood. He never broke his eye contact with George, and keeps hissing or even tries to bite him.And poor George , just trying his best to show Dream he has no intention to hurt him.

And George didn’t do anything on that day, he decided to leave the giant alone. On the next day, he came back. The giant was surprised, he didn’t think about that he would visit him again.

And this time George brought something to him. Watching him slowly preparing the food that he has brought. Dream asked him some questions, “why are you doing this?” “What do you want from me?” “Are you with those witches?” But George didn’t respond at all. Just silently minding his own business. Trying to rewind the memory of the first day . George also didn’t speak or talk anything. He assume that maybe they don’t speak the same language?

Dream didn’t want to eat the food George has prepared, but when he saw George was eating the food that he brought. Well he won’t eat the food if he poisoned it right? He ate it and keep observing this mysterious guy, that trying to help him but not releasing him.

Something snaps in his mind, he was trapped in a witches magic. Therefore, normal human beings may not able to free him cause humans can’t use any magic. He felt so hopeless, afraid that would he be trapped in the forest forever? Or maybe the witches would find him and kill him. But at least he got a small companion?

This human never leave him after he didn’t do anything tries to hurt him. They slowly gaining trust between each other.

Each day George will visit dream and brings some food for him . But dream always wonder how this tiny being can search a lot of food in a short period of time? Maybe this human really a good hunter.

Dream starts talking to him and George just keeps looking at him didn’t answer back his questions.

and here’s some imagination about when they finally gain enough trust to sleep together

And one day the same time, the human came from the same way he usually does. Dream as always started talks with him, and yet George suddenly talked.

“I am sorry that I hide this from you at the first day. I’m an elf and now I’m going to break the magic.”

He finally took of his hoodie, he doesn’t have ears similar to human beings instead of a pair of pointed ears. Then a magic staff suddenly appeared in his hand, and the blue glowing rune gradually appeared on his face.

And these scenes are out of my vocabulary lmao idk how to describe it. LMAO

Use yOuR ImAginatIoNnnn.

Like he is chanting the spell to free dweam

Idk how many mistakes are there in this post lol I don’t care about that lmao (writing at 1 am here.

I wasn’t planned to write that long , all I want to do is just describe what is happening in the pictures. But it somehow turn out tons of words and it is reaching my English limits ;-;; sorry guys.

Andddd I’m still thinking that what would they do after that. Does dream feel betrayed by George? Originally I planned on it but I’m not satisfied with that idea

so plz give me some advice or suggestions :D

And again Feel free to ask me draw something or give me ideassss

But I won’t be able to draw it immediately cuz u know assignment oof

[annawrites444]

Matchups! George Weasley x Masc! Gryffindor Reader

Full Bouquet 💐Matchups Request for @hannibalhhusband

A/N: So sorry this took literal months to post-i'll try to get the rest of my requests done and then try to write a few more of my ideas!! This is also one of my first times writing for a masc reader-I hope it's decent 😭Thank you for your patience <3

Another note: this is going to be written with Fred and George Weasley as the WWW co-owners already so this is probably taking place during the 6th movie before the big war. 

(Blurb) 

You weren’t sure how you wound up in this position, once again running through the old Hogwarts halls with a Weasley at your side. You both raced from Filch trying to reach the outskirts of campus in order to apparate back to the shop. Filch’s grating voice was heard shouting after you and you were pretty sure he set Mrs.Norris on you both (yes the cat). George found your hand while running, giving you a cheeky grin before leading you into a small empty classroom to hide from the caretaker, “Do you think he’s mad about the dungbombs?” he asked, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “Well they do give off a disgusting smell, I don’t think anyone in their right mind would want to be near one of those when they go off.” you chuckle between ragged breaths as you were both quite tired from this exhausting chase. You glanced down at your interlocked hands, George noticed them as well but made no move to remove his hands, his face flushing red even though he tried to be nonchalant about it. “Next time you want to hold my hands, Weasley, you could just ask.” you teased him before sending him a wink that probably sent him to the moon. George played it off and tried to act normal while his face slowly burned more and more, “Jax, you know we need to focus and find a way out of here to get back to the shop.” He changed the subject and began to fidget with your hands, you just gave him an amused look before scanning your surroundings, well we could always jump out of that window over there.” you suggest with a chuckle, you weren’t entirely joking. It was possible it would just be an un-smart decision to jump about three stories down from a window…. Your suggestion gave George some sort of hope and though it had a risky outcome he thought it was the most appealing solution you’d get especially since you could hear Mrs. Norris meowing right outside your door most likely to alert Filch that you were both hiding there. “Well I guess that’s our only option now” George leads you toward the window, unlocking it with a simple Alohomora spell. You could feel the warm breeze blow into the classroom. While George was stumped on how to get down without breaking all the bones in his body, you summoned your broom to fly toward the windowsill right outside. Letting out a gasp of surprise, George gave you that winning smile once again before saying, “After you” gesturing for you to jump onto your broom first. You give him a grin in return and jump down, holding onto the broomstick, trying to keep it steady in the air, George soon hopped down after you, wrapping his arms around your waist. As you flew off toward Diagon Alley, you passed a few jokes around about Filch’s reaction to your pranks, conversing about Ginny and his family and just having easy going conversations until you arrived back home. Safe to say that while you weren’t caught by Filch you ended up catching something else, you caught feelings. 

(song)

Summer Afternoon-Blaise Jenkins 

I’m not sure that this may be your style but the relationship dynamic I can see you sharing with George definitely gives me summer vibes! It’s also an underrated song :) 

(headcanons) 

Considering your love languages and what I believe George’s to be, I think you’d be constantly shown physical affection in some form every day. Whether it was in a quick forehead kiss, holding hands or pinkies. Honestly it’s super cute how you both might seek each other out before leaving your flat or the store to give one another a peck on the cheek or a hug goodbye. 

You get roped into the Weasleys' new adventure and projects almost every day at the shop. You three could be found in the twin’s office or just wandering around the shop before and after hours testing out your latest ideas and inventions, sometimes they worked, other times… well at least you tried something new! But regardless you are their go-to anytime they want to test a cool product before they launch it, (literally and figuratively). 

I can imagine you trying to use some newfound peace and inspiration to paint in your time off and just hearing loud ass fireworks in the background and of course followed by two overly excited voices, and while this day-to-day life may be a bit chaotic I think George would be some form of solace for you in those times when you want company but might want some quiet for hobbies like drawing or playing your current favorite instrument. 

Also yes George would 100% win you the cutest plushie from an arcade or carnival from any sort of festival or activity, he loved to see the smile it brought to your face and the utter joy he’d feel when you’d give him a bone crushing hug as a thanks. Now your bed and shelves in your shared apartment are covered with so many different stuffed animals than you know what to do with. But who’s complaining…?

Oooh and you can bet that George loves your style, he even starts to dress a little bit like you, asking you to do his eyeliner or to borrow any cool silver chains for jewelry you may have. And it’s a little endearing that he loves that kind of gothic and lolita inspired style like you do! 

You already know he and Fred are both interested in the muggle world probably because of their dad’s fascination, so when you introduce them to videogames…??!! Yeah they’re never getting up from the couch. I can already picture them trying to play games and maybe even thinking the characters in your TV/PC can hear them talk 😭

When it comes to any sort of mental health issues you may have George would always be understanding and tries his best to take care of and accommodate you! He may not be completely able to relate to everything but He’d love to lend an ear…. (nvm bad joke..)

On an unrelated note though, if Hp was set with modern cell phones, George and Fred would 100% be sending you back some crazy memes too. You might send a few for a good laugh to George, but be prepared for him to send you the craziest stuff ever, especially like tiktoks or instagram reels if you have any social media. I’m not sure if you know about that 2020 tiktok trend called “Deep tiktok” where people would edit like crazy ass videos and animations but imagine out of pocket stuff like that 😭

Overall George is always that kind spark of energy and fun and I can really see him being with a similar kind of person like you! 

Feel free to like and reblog if you enjoyed and please don't repost on any other platform other than Tumblr :) Thank you!

-Anna

[aajjks]

Quick rant here about mr life atm.

SO my school has a swim test Monday (tomorrow) AND I’m super nervous cuz

1. I hate water with my entire being

2. I’m very insecure and I don’t like wearing a swim suit

I can swim tho so at least that’s good. Anyways so, today I was like “yk what kiara you should take a shower and shave” WICH is a good idea however none of my razors worked. Sounds weird BUT THEY DIDNT REMIVE ANY OF MY LEG HAIR. So I was like okay don’t worry we still have hair removal cream. NO AHAHAHAHHA OFC WE DONT HAVE THAT. Then my mom got mad and was like. “Ugh god kiara you always leave stuff to do at last minute” W O M A N I LITERALLY ASKED TO YEATERDAY IF WE HAD HAIR REMIVAL CREAM. (She said yes btw) ANYWAYS I TOLD MYSELF INCE AGAIN “don’t worry kiara we still have the electric shaver” NOOOO GUESS WHAT? last year when my family went to Japan it got taken away at the airport for looking like a weapon. OKAY SO THIS WAS WHERE I STARTED PANICKING. I told myself ONCE AGAIN

“Okay kiara you have two options. Either you go to school tomorrow and swim with hairy monkey legs (it’s no problem to not shave leg hair especially if you a woman like go girl but for me I just get uncomfortable) OR you use you dads electric beard shaver” and I chose the second option. I took the damn thing upstairs to my room and started it. IT DIDNT SHAVE ANYTHING. my legs before: 🐒 my legs after: 🐒.

NO DIFFERENCE. I was like “ugh okay whatever your family is sleeping just go downstairs and shave your legs with the regular shaver” of course that didn’t work out for me bc why would it? I went downstairs and went into the bathroom. I took the damn razor and put on some creamy creamy shaving cream and started to shave. AGAIN IT JUST DIDNT WORK HAHAHAHAAHHA WHY DIDNT IT WORK YOU ASK? I DONT KNOW. I tried harder and ‼️BLOOD WARNING If you don’t like blood don’t read until you see a check mark‼️ my hand fucking slinted and I literally CUT MT LEG OPEN. No joke there was blood fucking everywhere. On the floor, the carpet, THE WALLS. ✅ by now I’ve started to fucking sob. I was thinking about just throwing myself of the roof. Until my smart little dasher head of mine looked up on the shelf. And there it was. MY DADS BEARD SHAVER (not the electric one the normal one). MY LIFE HAS BEEN SAVED.

I took it and started shaving. It actually went good. Until I dropped the shaving cream stuff. It fucking exploded…. No joke the thing sounded like a bomb. Shaving cream. E.V.E.R.Y.W.H.E.R.E. It was literally mixed with the damn blood. Yk what’s kind of sad tho. Nobody ever checked up on me. LIKE THE THING WAS SO LOUD I DONT THINK YOU GRT IT. Nobody knocked ont he door to see if I was okay. What if I just had gotten shot? WhTever. SO I started cleaning it with the toiletpaper. Did it work? No. Duh. By now I’ve just given up. Then I just took the shower thing and started cleaning the floor with water WICH actually worked (for the first time in this fucking story)

Anyways now I’m sitting in my room with cut open, bloody, shaving cream smelling legs and just hoping I don’t drown tomorrow 💃🏾💃🏾💃🏾💃🏾

(Sorry for spelling errors I didn’t read through this, ALSO WISH ME LUCK. ALSO ANOTHER THING REMEMBER IF YOUR LIFE IS FUCKED UP THEN IT DOSENT HURT TO FUCK IT UP A LITTLE MORE) okay bye gotta sleep 🤭🤭

ahaha so kiara (if I can call you that) same thing kind of happened to me too cus I shaved today and I kinda ended up getting three small cuts… thank fully I found the cream too n my razor was pretty good. 😭 I’m so sorry you had a whole day full of chaos and please I want to remind you that BE VERY ATTENTIVE AND CAREFUL WHEN SHAVING. You can get infections…. Please be careful!

[lokisprettygirl]

Slumber Island cast a spell on me. This island and its inhabitants keep my mind busy...and talking about spells, I can't get rid off the feeling that the island is maybe cursed.

I've so many questions and some theories about what's going on there 🤔 and everything I wrote down here is a mixture of what we've learned in the last three chapters. I'm sorry that I didn't structure it chapter by chapter 😅😵‍💫

First of all I loved how Loki sang for y/n to calm her down. I absolutely love him for that. Poor girl was so scared and it was incredibly beautiful of him to comfort her. I absolutely love his behaviour and his empathy. He has a good sensitivity of her feelings. I also love him for taking care of y/n when she was sick...and I don't think that his brews are kind of poisoned ...and Loki with a sexy hair b7n in y/n's kitchen ? Yes, please thisiswhat I need 😉😍. I can't and I don't want to believe that he wants to hurt her...

Nonetheless it drives me crazy that Loki's answers are always vague. It seems he knows alot but can't and don't want to tell y/n. When y/n asked him how long he has been there on the island, he offered her a cup of tea instead of an answer, when she asked him the other day, he said he has been there just a few days. But he also said he was something like a part of the committee? Also he seems to know everything about the island. After a few days?? That doesn't fit and is sus 👀👀. He knows alot ...and I don't 😂😂

Loki smoking...hmm not sexy but very sexy somehow 😆😏

...he won't die anytime soon? What is he? An immortal being? A god? Are the people on this island something like a sect? Live they a cult? A cult around a special...God? Around something holy? Do they worship a deceased leader? Minola built this community, a committed community with a classical distribution of roles. Was Minola THE leader of it? Or was she a sacrifice? What happened to her? Is y/n a sacrifice? "They" chose y/n?? Why?

"...Besides, people don't seem to like me here, what is it about me?" "Absolutely nothing, you're perfect darling, that's why you are here, they (the island's people, right?) wanted you here...that's why they choose you. " It wasn't exactly a lie but the truth behind it was disturbing... and I guess this truth is the reason why she won't return to the mainland again to meet her therapist... and according to the last line of chapter 5, Loki knows it all 😳😢

Has the choice something to do with her mother, who used to worship the god Loki? What does it mean : they ( ?? him and they from her former home, right? I'm a bit confused here) took everything from you 🤔?

"...he smelled good though, a bit like sandalwood and it calmed your nerves, that's the incense stick your mom used to light around her place"... I'm wondering if there is a connection between her mum worshipping the god Loki and our Loki here or if it's just a coincidence 👀🤔😏

Why do they all avoid her house, except Loki? He knows about the screams of the lady, it's definitely not the wind, he just tries to tell her otherwise! When she looked out of her window (she saw the face, I'm sure there was someone, a real person out of her house...maybe the woman who didn't greet y/n back and seemed like she wanted to talk to y/n??) and gawked at her shirtless guitar tweaking neighbour 😏🥵😏 it's clear, he heard the screams too because he looked at her like he wanted to check if she's okay...and I'm sure she didn't duck to the side quickly enough... and again, somehow he's always there within reach, his house all lit up like a lighthouse in the dark.

Is it Loki's duty to get her trust because it's part of the plan?

Was she choosen because of her past? Because she seems weak, broken and easy to manipulate? And because she has no other family or none that she was close with?

I'm afraid she's going to get hurt again.😭🥺She's going to open up to Loki. She likes him, is attractet to him but she's distant at the same time; he's always on her mind 🦋🦋🦋, it's obvious and she wants him to be close. (I can't blame her, who wouldn't be attractet to such a sexy guy next door 😉😏😍). When she took his hand it's a really big step for her. And he didn't scare her like other men do. I have an idea why she isn't scared of him in general but I don't share it yet. And it's a horror ROMANCE , it's obvious that Loki develop feelings for y/n. I love how sympathetic he is, he always respects her boundaries and her feelings and accepts her behaviour, he tries not to tower over her and let her be taller than him to make her feel more secure.

"His heart felt heavy, you seemed terrified and he wanted to help you but he had to get close to you in every possible way, it surely wasn't part of the plan but if that's how it was supposed to happen then he absolutely wasn't opposed to it. 👀👀👀 It has been a long time since he found someone he wanted to get close with like this. He didn't know what it was about you, you were beautiful, sure, but he wasn't new to that. "

Him being kind of subby will be important later in this fic, I guess, when it comes to the romantic part between them...'cause he knows exactly what she needs and what it needs to make her feel comfortable...he won't let her feel helpless then.

But it's part of the plan to get close to her, to gain her trust? And he said she needs a friend, especially here on this island? He wanted to hold her and calm her down when she heard the screams again? "This wasn't how it was supposed to happen"

And then this: "...this made him want to walk up to you and hug you until you would start to feel safe and loved...maybe. This wasn't part of the plan, he was just supposed to do what she wanted him to do, she deserved that after all 👀👀👀👀 but he was just a man and he had feelings too. Feelings that he knew would get him in trouble 👀👀👀👀

Wait wait wait wait, what? SHE? Who is SHE? Minola? Were they a couple maybe ? I don't get it anymore 😅😂 my brain is going to explode🤯🤯🤯🤣🤣. Ohhh, this is all so sus 🤨...

I absolutely get her reaction when he touched her, when he grabbed her hand. She's deeply traumatized and so scared especially of men and it was a kind of reflex, an instinctual action when she slapped him. Loki get it too, he didn't give up on her , instead he blamed himself for it. And again he respected her boundaries. It will take time for her to let him come closer. But when she grabbed his hand...this scene was cute 😍

"...he wanted to do do much more than just hold your hand....he wanted you to take what you needed...he wanted to be the one to be commanded this time..." a little sneak peak what's going to happen in the future 😉😊 and it's cute and mindful, too.

"Something really horrible had happened to you. He knew that very well."

How did he know? Only because of her behaviour or is there another reason for his knowledge 👀👀

Does Steve literally have blood on his hands? Why does he always smells of blood and death? Is he a butcher? Does he slaughter animals....and humans too 😱😱😱...to sacrifice them...I don't think he's evil but maybe it's his part he has to play in the community....yes, maybe I'm going too far here 😂😂 but this story is also a HORROR romance 😜💀💀💀. He's definitely sus too. He seems to have a crush on y/n but some things he said to her seemed inappropriate and weird and he definitely didn't notice y/n's discomfort like Loki did. "...but once you ...become a part of this community and what they have to offer you'd never want to leave" he said...as if he himself didn't believe a single word... wait...what? 👀👀 and y/n a lunatic? That was mean and rude 😠

Y/n made some bad decisions? Yes, and one of them was definitely to take Minola's picture to the basement 😳😱

Oooofff, this got quite long, my mind is a mess now...like this comment. I'm so sorry 😅☺️. I jumped back and forth through the chapters but ...but I had fun writing it all down to get it out of my head. 😁

I hope it's not boring for you, in the worst case you just laugh about me and my ramblings 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤪🤪🤪 and I'm absolutely okay with it 😂😂😂

I'm absolutely hooked with your story, I love the atmosphere you're creating here, my Queen 👑 and I can't wait for the next horror -romantic chapter 🥰. I love you 💚💖

🤎💀🤎💀🤎💀🤎💀🤎

I swear I read it 4 times to get everything and most of the things are unanswerable even though in my head I'm like "noooo that's not how--" "waittt he said that because--" 🤣🤣

It's nice that he is doing things for her that makes her feel comfortable around him even not knowing at times like smelling a certain way or even the scent of the cigarette smoke, whether it's on purpose or he has ill intentions behind it will be revealed 💀

And if the concoction was poisoned she would get worse instead of getting better ,why did she even get sick in the first place 👀

And yess 😅 his answers are always to the point and it appears to me he doesn't want to lie to her, first meeting when she asked him if he was in selection committee he said that "something like that" not a yes or no.

Yes when she said they took everything from her she meant the people from her past. Her mother's death is connected to all of that.

His house all lit up all the time gives me such a eerie feeling and I wonder if it's coming across that way 💀

Is Steve evil or he's conflicted? We will find out, I think my answers will confuse you more 😅

About the Sub loki thing

He's not necessarily going to be like "oh yess spank me mommy" 🤣🤣🤣 but more like submissive in his demeanor around her, I'll explain it well when it comes to the sexy part, he understands that she feels unsafe and for some reason he's hell bent on getting close to her.

That being said thanks for all the theories, truth is definitely there and we will get to it 👀

I love you so much my dear 🥰💚 I'm so glad you're enjoying this story.

[itsstrawberrymochi]

Hello hello! I'm here for your Valentine's Day event if you don't mind 😄💕

May I order a dozen chocolate cupcakes, box of chocolates, and heart-shaped lollipop for Tanjiro, Zenitsu, and Inosuke please?

(I'm sorry I just love the three of them so much 💀✋)

Anyway, thank you so much!! The headcannons are very difficult to choose, they're all too cute! 🤧💖

Please take your time, I hope you're having a loveliest day/night!! 🥰💐✨

And Happy early Valentine's Day! 💗🌸✨

Hiii bby! Makes me so happy to see request! /3 sorry for taking so long I’ve been so busy 😭 but I hope you enjoy and I hope you had a wonderful Valentine’s Day!!

Tanjiro

❤️ A dozen chocolate cupcakes ❤️

• How they asked you to be her/his Valentine

- Decided to ask you out with your favorite flowers instead of roses ( if roses is your favorite flower then second favorite)

- He was so nervous about it

- Was prepared for you to say no

- He was so prepared for reject in his little speech of asking you out he said he’ll be fine if you deny

- When you said yes he flashed you a bright smile and said thank you after that he ran to Nezuko to tell her the good news

❤️ Heart-shaped lollipop❤️

• Their reaction to you giving them chocolate, flowers and a teddy bear for v-day

- Over the moon about it

- Gives you a tight hug

- took extremely good care of the flowers so they lasted really long

- Shared his chocolates with you and his friends even though it was his

- Even a week after Valentine’s Day still says thank you for the gift

❤️ Box of chocolates❤️

• Pocky challenge

- Blushed the entire time

- Was shocked to the core when you asked to do it

- Tried his best to stay calm but was failing miserably

- Kept looking at you in the eyes and forgetting he was playing a game

- Chickens out the very last minute when you two were on the last bite

- Still refuses to forgive himself for doing that to this day

Zenitsu

❤️A dozen chocolate cupcakes ❤️

• How they asked you to be her/his Valentine

- He was afraid someone was going to beat him to it

- So as soon as it was February 1st he ran all the way to your house with flowers, chocolates and your favorite food

- Didn’t even give you a chance to process anything because when you opened the door when he knocked he just blurted he would like you to be his Valentine

- And when you hesitated to answer out of surprise

- He instantly went on his knees holding onto your legs crying and begging for you to say yes

❤️ Box of chocolates❤️

• Pocky challenge

- You’ve created a monster….

- Doesn’t play the game right at all

- Takes gigantic bites instead of normal ones

- When you two come up on the last bite, he sucks in the rest and goes in for a big kiss

- Every since then he’s been buying pocky so you can play all the time

- And you’re 100% sure he doesn’t even like them

❤️ Heart-shaped lollipop❤️

• Their reaction to you giving them chocolate, flowers and a teddy bear for v-day

- * dies from happiness*

- He gets extremely excited and happy about it

- Acts like you just offered him gold

- Well technically it is gold to him since you offered it

- Bragged about it to everyone that you got him something

- Was so protective of everything in it was ready to fight Inosuke if he dared try to steal something

Inosuke

❤️A dozen chocolate cupcakes ❤️

• How they asked you to be her/his Valentine

- Gathered the prettiest rocks, pine cones and sticks he could find

- Spelled out would you be my Valentine on the floor of your bedroom

- He spelt very single word wrong but that’s ok it’s the thought that counts

❤️ Box of chocolates❤️

• Pocky challenge

- Denied doing it at first

- Saw no point in it

- He said it was too easy of a challenge for the great Inosuke

- But after you called him a sore loser he got right into it

- But you made a huge mistake by calling him a loser because he was going to prove to you he was no loser

- Takes dangerously huge bites

- Nearly bit your lips off at the end but you moved just in time, it was like surviving a shark attack

❤️ Heart-shaped lollipop❤️

• Their reaction to you giving them chocolate, flowers and a teddy bear for v-day

- His head was empty all he saw was the box of chocolates

- Probably didn’t hear half of the things you were saying

- When you handed it to him he dug right into the chocolates

- Offered you a half eaten one as a thank you

[istumpysk]

I never saw a meta about the Stark children names and someone need to do it because there definitely a lot of foreshadow in their names.

Robb = named after someone that started a rebelion against a cruel king after the injust execution of a Stark lord. Both were see as perfect king material for the same reasons: warrior qualities, charming, etc. But ended having disappointing ends outside the battle fields. Also both had broken engagements and had marriages that led to their deaths: Cersei giving Lancel a fortified strongwine, three times as potent as normal, to give to Robert during his hunt and Robb' Red Wedding.

Maybe is a coincidence but he is the only one who doesn't have a Stark ancestor with the same name and he is the first (and only i hope) child to die.

Jon = there three Stark men with Jon in their names, two were KitN and the other one is Jonnel who we all are familiar with.

One of the KitN: "when sea raiders landed in the east, Jon drove them out and built a castle, the Wolf's Den, at the mouth of the White Knife, so as to be able to defend the mouth of the river." He is mentioned twice in the books once in the first book in a Bran chapter and other in ADWD in Davos pov, both characters having connections with Jon and possibly his future kingship.

Sansa = we also familiar with Sansa, daughter of Rickon.

Arya = named after Ned grandmother, who was the wife of the Wandering Wolf that served in a sellsword company in the Free Cities.

Bran = the legendary Stark name perfect fitting for the starkling destined to be the King of Westeros. Just like the founder of his house and namesake, Bran will probably be remember as a Builder since when he accept his kingship the seven kingdoms will already be pretty much destroyed after so many wars.

Rickon = poor baby all the other two Rickon died before their times and left some kinda of sucession crisis 😭 But there two Rickard one is Ned father and the other is KitN who took the Neck from the Marsh King and was father to Jon Stark.

Also Theon = named after Theon Stark know as the Hungry Wolf who had some attitudes pretty similar to Greyjoys in general but in the end fought against a King of the Iron Islands that tried to conquer the north and spelled the iron man from his shores after killing the king's son. There lots of information about the Hungry Wolf and all match or can be paralled with Theon arc and personality, there even a history with the Boltons, GRRM really enjoyed the foreshadowing with this one.

The informations about Arya Flint and her husband, Theon Stark backstory and the existence of Sansa and Jonnel are all from TWOIAF so its all GRRM intentional later foreshadow.

Anon, this is great, you should post this to your own blog! It will never get proper recognition sitting in my ask tag.

I love stuff like this, thank you.

It occurred to me while reading this that it’s a little peculiar that the Greyjoys would name him Theon, given Theon Stark was an adversary to the Iron Islands. Makes it even more obvious that we should pay attention to these little details hiding in the history.

The most interesting thing here, other than Jonnel + King Jon Stark driving out raiders in the East, has to be Arya Flint being married to the Wandering Wolf. Ohhh boy, add that to the list of foreshadowing.

I'm sad about Rickon though. Oh well, I choose denial. I'm a full High Septon Rickon truther now. Try and stop me.