#uh tell me if you cant read my handwriting

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@ask-violettablossom bird attack!!! Their name is Cacophany it is based of off a white winged chough.

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i was unsupervised

edit: desc added from @/princess-of-purple-prose

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author quastions

tagged by my beloved @aevallare i love you. mwah mwah mwah

When did you start writing?

I've been telling stories since forever. I have notebooks upon notebooks, going back to when my handwriting was illegibly terrible, with stories that were also. terrible. but baby leetle was trying. and bigger leetle is still trying.

Are there different themes or genres you enjoy reading than what you write?

I think i wouldn't want to try writing a pure sci-fi story? and i love reading those.

Is there a writer you want to emulate or get compared to often?

uh maybe Mary Oliver, the poet? i come back to her work over and over again. I also love Tamsyn Muir's blend of absurdism and gut-punch. I'd be very happy if someone compared me to either, but I try to just be myself when I write.

Can you tell me a bit about your writing space?

I write in my living room on my laptop, curled up like a shrimp on the couch. this is bad for my back (and the rest of my body) but if i sat Correctly i think i'd die.

I also write on my phone Whenever and Wherever i have an idea.

What’s your most effective way to muster up a muse?

:') go do stuff. read books and poetry, watch movies, take a walk, see your friends, go to a new grocery store, experience something. you can't pour from an empty pitcher, and you can't write when you have nothing in the tank. At least, *I* can't write.

If you just want to be putting words down every day, you can also try having multiple projects. This wont mean that any of them get finished. But you'll be able to pick and choose what you work on and possibly muster up creative zest for something on any given day if you have several irons in the fire.

Are there any recurring themes in your writing? Do they surprise you?

That you will change and you can't do anything about it. That you can't go back, not really. That everyone is working with their own information and biases and that fucks things up, even when they mean well.

The one that surprised me was "looking for a sense of belonging" because, hey. Can I stop putting that in stuff, please.

What is your reason for writing?

Because I have to. I have no other choice. The stories have to come out.

Is there any specific comment or type of comment you find particularly motivating?

All comments rule but there's something really special about ones that quote something from the fic that they liked in particular.

How do you want to be thought about by your readers?

"wow she's really a freak about this concept huh (affectionate)"

What do you feel is your greatest strength as a writer?

i think my internal monologue rules and i think about worldbuilding a lot

How do you feel about your own writing?

i like it. i can see the cracks but when i put something out there for people to read, ive really worked hard on it. I'm proud of the effort i put in.

When you write, are you influenced by what others might enjoy reading, do you write purely for yourself, or a mix of both?

mostly its about what i want to write, because i cant stay motivated otherwise, but things like troubled thoughts that are love letters to people (hi alex) are total joys. that was so fucking fun. cant wait to finish parts 2 and 3. :)

i tag @mutualcombat and @again-please and @lyzelky and @kittenintheden and @septemberskye sorry if you've been tagged already im in a con vortex rn

[sirenofthegreenbanks]

2 + 3 + 12 + 33!!!!

had to fish around to find that ask game again!!!!! also hiiiii better late than never :))) :}}}}} <3 i need to tell u smth abt kleo i have Thoughts (not big thoughts this sounds as if its big it isnt i just reconsidered my initial statement that u might not like iiiiit)

2. anything that you'd like to write but feel that youre unable to??

oh yes!!! so much!!!!! even the things im writing bring me constantly into a situation of hair-tearing-out crying-clawing-screaming hitting-head-against-the-wall. i flip-flop between thinking i cant even write what im writing and thinking that im kinda decent. hhhhh. anyway!!!!!

i want to write a solid longfic with extensive worldbuilding. it doesnt matter the genre, just solid and rich worldbuilding where the writing stays consistent and steady until the end is already good. but if i could specifiy, i yearn for it to be a canon compliant/canon divergence/canon era fic with a unique take on canon. i want to write canon era fics in general, but im always hesitant to. i know what happens when i fall into a research hole, it fires up my anxiety. and i want to write scifi or a cool space opera. and i want to be able to write novel fic (of tyk) and not want to die during the process. all these things feel impossible to me :]]]]]]]]

3. how would u describe ur writing style?

i had to think about this for a bit!!!! because my writing style is unfortunately directly connected to my mental stability which is not always. stable. huehe. hmmmm i think my style (given that im doing good!) leans very hard into economical but evocative storytelling; like, i mean the rhythm of oral storytelling. stream of consciousness. prose poetry. poetry slam. i want the words to explode in your mouth and i want it to paint a very clear image in your head. i want people to hear me telling the story! even if the reader (or listener!) cant be there to experience it for themselves, at least i can tell them about it! thats probably because my first experience with story as a concept comes from audio dramas and generally someone reading something to me. thats honestly still the medium i prefer, tbh.

12. if you write in more than one language, whats the difference?

TvvvvvvT

currently i dont write in more than one language, if u dont count non-fictional handwriting bc i write all my notes in my native language. but i still remember how it used to be to write creatively in german. like im always whining about how difficult it is to cast the same image in english as in german; i just dont have that fine motor control over english as i have over german. i can easily switch between gears in german but english still ,, befuddles me pfft. its most noticable when im mucking around drafting and spend more time thinking about fun stuff like correct grammar and correct sentence structure and which word means what in english, than about the story and the characters. it takes so much energy and effort to think about and of all of this, there is barely any space left for the story that im trying to tell. which is def a major drawback for me and one of the reasons that ive been considering to start writing in german again. even though i have uh some baggage there that i dont really want to face. language is so connected to identity and culture. and thats another reason why english is difficult; i know english, aside from school, mostly from usamerican books or from online interactions with usamericans or people talking usamerican. so that has ofc heavily influenced my own english. like, i set all my stories in germany for reasons, but its stupidly hard to draw up the cultural markers because the language itself that im using is already coming with cultural influences from another country. its really strange and confusing, and i would find it fascinating and interesting if it wasnt so frustrating. sometimes it feels like there is a veil between me and what im trying to say, and also as if my thought patterns dont work as they would because the language that should just be a tool to tell a story is already so dominant. thats def smth i hope to change in the future

33. give your writing a compliment!

hmmm. its very earnest. reading my own stuff, even old stuff, i can tell what sort of struggles made it hard to get smth specific onto the page. and sometimes what ends up on the page is not what was supposed to be there in the first place. but its earnest and i can see that. its always the best i can do in that moment, and its always a piece of me because i give so much of myself during the process. thats not always a good thing but its how i am. im glad the earnestness, the sincerity, the love, the faith, the hope, is so visible to the bare eye.

yet another writing ask

[8aji]

rhyme, rhythm, iambic pentameter. // s.s.

pairing: Shinichiro Sano x reader

wc: 400+

synopsis: Shinichiro Sano is a creep, a weirdo, and he doesnt belong here. and yes, he’ll tell you he came up with those words all by himself

tags/cw: fluff, established relationship

a/n: ik this is a blurb so it sould have a blurb format but honestly?? i want shin to look pretty so…

m.list 𖥻 tags 𖥻 byi/dni

Shinichiro Sano cherishes you, he really does. Every little milestone with you must be celebrated at all costs, and despite his friends branding him as cheesy he’s decided that, his lack of literary skills aside, a poem is the best way to go.

But he doesn’t know how to write a poem, and it doesn’t help that he’s got Mikey making fun of every unrhymable rhyme he comes up with, plus the chicken scratch that’s his handwriting.

So he calls for help, and who’s better than his darling best friends to help him out, right?

Wrong

Because as soon as he hands you the crumbled paper, along with some flowers on crinkly wrapping paper, and sees the way you wince after reading You’re just like an angel, Your skin makes me cry he wishes the floor would swallow him whole.

“Do you like it?” He asks, if he was a cartoon he’d be comically sweating. “I did tell you I wrote it myself, right?”

Your eyes shift from I wish I was special, You’re so fucking special back to his eyes; multiple times but subtly enough to tell him you know.

“Maybe not myself as in myself, uh, the guys helped me out.”

Oh, so that explains it then.

“Shin–“

“I’m not a poet, I know but I tried my best,” he shifts from one foot to another, gaze everywhere but meeting yours. “I mean, the guys tried their best and I went along with it.”

“Shin–“

“They’re stupid though, so I get how this is actually worse than me writing it by myself,”

“Shin–“

“And you like pretty writing, I wanted to–“

“Shinichiro.”

The sound of his name stops his rambling; your voice makes him want to swallow his tongue. For a fraction of a second, he’s still unable to look at your face, but when he does, he cant help the warmth that your tilted head and warm smile brews inside his body. All he can do is hum in acknowledgment.

“You’ve never heard this song before?” You ask, and now he looks like a confused puppy because, what do you mean song?

His puzzled expression and cutesome naivety makes you want to smother his cheeks in kisses. Its not his fault hes so gullible, so weak, specially when it comes to you.

No hesitation needed, you do as you thought. Kissing every single bit of skin you have access too, basking on his giggles, arms circling around your body pulling you close.

Its only the day after your three month anniversary that he recognizes the familiar tune you’re humming; its been stuck in your head the whole of yesterday, and now that you’re making breakfast, nuzzling up against his neck as he hugs you from behind, it finally hits him.

“Those fucking assholes.”

© 2022 SHINACHIRO ; Do not repost my work. Do not recommend my work outside of tumblr. Do not translate my work.

[firstknightss]

GWAINCELOT ESSAY THREE???

[commentary voice] ah yes and this gwaincelot essay.... which turned into a fic was inspired by @nextstopparis and @little-ligi

GWAINE TEACHING LANCELOT HOW TO READ. and thats how they actually CONFESS.

imagine gwaine seeing lancelot trip up reading leon’s plan for the day, seeing him trying to understand it. and gwaines, hes a little in love. Hes. Hes a little hit with feelings for this Noble (tm) knight. So OF COURSE he CANT EMOTION and he tries to show his affection for lancelot without yknow being in ‘loVE’

he comes over with his swishy hair and bantery tone like “oooOhHh LANCELOT! Lancey! Hey! Hello! Can’t read leon’s goddamn awful handwriting huh?”

And Lancelots embarrassed and flushes red and gwaine thinks hes Fucked Up (and he really doesn’t want to fuck this up, this is the first time he’s actually felt emotions this deep for someone) and tries to fix it panickedly, like the Anxiety Clown He Is.

He keeps on saying sorry and apologising, and Lancelot, the EVER CALM KNIGHT GUY, goes “it’s fine, it’s okay. It’s nothing to do with you...” and then he hesitates. He HESITATES. “....it’s just that...” and then he BITES HIS LIP and gwaine thinks he might just faint there and then, “...i cant read.”

and now it hits him, gwaine, gwaine, who thought literacy was something trash and something he didn’t really need, realises how important it is. and so, yknow because hes kind of wrapped in those Emotions (tm), he pulls lancelot’s sleeve after practice, when they’re alone in the changing room. (and if lancelot wasn’t so tired and miserable, he would have easily seen gwaine BLUSH)

And he, shyly asks if lancelot wouldnt mind being tutored by him.

Now Lancelot is OVERJOYED, and he’s borderline CRYING because lancelot, poor old village boy lancelot who’d been kicked out of the knights of camelot, and had to become a MERCENARY and fight for masters who didn’t care for him, has NEVER HAD someone literally CARE about him so much. (Apart from Merlin. He loves merlin <3)

so now imagine lancelot waking up an hour early the next morning, and showing up into gwaine’s room. He knows gwaine literally doesnt sleep with a lock, so he just barges in, and starts shaking gwaine.

Now GWAINE sleeps like a Log (had so much shit going on irl, time to sleep it away) and when he opens his bleary eyes, seeing lancelot in one of his stupid v neck shirts over him, hes like “....h...helo??”

and lancelot’s all like. “We- werent YOU gonna give me reading lessons.” And gwaine nods, yawning (and in that moment lancelot thinks gwaine looks unimaginably cute, so cute that he wants to literally ruffle gwaine’s hair and run his hands through how silky and brown it is.)

THEN gwaine pulls on the dont care-ish mask, and makes his arms into a pillow under his head, as he leans against the wall behind his bed, in some kind of somewhat???flirty??? manner??? [i dont...i dont know what hes trying to do. On the other hand! Not does Lancelot :) ]

Lancelot, does not realise this is gwaine’s poor attempt at flirting - since he’s seen gwaine ACTUALLY flirting and this is like. Nothing. And its also poorly executed. Which is NOTHING like gwaine.

So he pulls gwaine’s arm, and half hauls him out of bed.

As gwaine’s head crashes into lancelot’s stomach, he can smell lancelot’s clothes. They smell of flowers, and cotton and everything so natural and gwaine, who literally smells of wine, and wood and Tavern. (And aftershave, or the 500AD equivalent)

[see here, see im trying to bring themes of dionysis okay. OkayyyyyyyyY. yours truly likes looking at greek mythology. And both these two complete dionysis]

Gwaine, in his sleepy stupor, nestles his head on Lancelot’s hip, who gives a sigh and stands there. One hand clutching gwaine’s, leaving the other free.....

....to rake through his soft, flowy brown hair. And twirl his fingers through its waves, and Gwaine cuddles in further.

And since Lancelot left the door open, Leon (the other bitch who wakes up at 4am to do idk nothing) sees them two...like that, illuminated by the SUNLIGHT behind them, and smiles a little.

And then he trips over the stairs, the moment is lost.

Gwaine and Lancelot pull away at the same time, and gwaine’s face turns back to “ha ha im a Jerk (tm)” and if he wasnt too busy trying to hide how flustered he was, he’d see Lancelot looking at him the way he used to look at GWEN.

They both blink and look at each other, understandingly, neither of them to speak of this again.

And then Gwaine drags himself out of bed, and Lancelot raises his eyebrows as he watches him (totally not checking him out) haul out a book from his cupboard.

Gwaine’s too sleepy for this, he keeps yawning and rubbing his eyes (looking like a cat, Lancelot notes) and Lancelot takes a deep breath, his eyes understanding.

“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

“Lancelot, I love..” he bites his tongue, cursing his half asleep mind “..doing this, and love hanging out with you...I just cant stay up this early.”

Reading lessons, from now on, are at 1:30am-whenever Gwaine and Lancelot stop rambling about Odysseus and Circe and Telemachus

[i dont know any other ancient books apart from like. Ancient greek/Roman ones. So i guess. Its not historically accurate,,,,BUUIT this is a fanfic for a pair who had like no scenes together SO i think i can take some ✨creative liberties✨]

Lancelot has heard of the journey of Aneas from travelling bards, singing songs in his native old english. Gwaine’s eyes are quick at latin, and he learnt the flaws of Romulus and Remus in his pure latin. Gwaine’s a good teacher, and lancelot is a quick study, and it’s not long before they’re arguing over which Goddess caused the most harm in the Illiad.

Gwaine’s never met someone who he could reveal that he loved reading to, he loved doing.

Lancelot’s never met someone who he could tell he couldn’t read, and ask if they could teach him, love learning.

They make it work.

The other knights notice, of course they notice. Percival notices how Lancelot stumbles into the Gwaine’s room at night, bright eyed. Elyan notices Lancelot and Gwaine’s voices from Gwaine’s room opposite him; sometimes slow, Gwaine speaking slowly and Lancelot following; sometimes heated and passionate.

(They’re arguing. They’re arguing about how to pronounce Minerva)

Merlin finds the two, in the early hours of the morning - when the birds are figuring what song they sing today - on Gwaine’s bed.

Gwaine leaned against the bedframe, his trousered legs splayed over the sheets. Loosely braided, long brown hair fell over his closed eyelids, his mouth in a small smile.

And Merlin follows his arm draped over Lancelot, snuggled beside him, his head on his broad shoulder, every breath of wind pushing against curly black hair, making it almost /bounce/. His eyes are covered by the other man’s hair, and he looks...content. More content than Merlin has ever seen him.

He slips out as quietly as he came in, and smirks, hes gotta tell arthur they finally got their shit together oh GOD

Its no surprise to anyone but them, when Arthur pulls Lancelot out of training, and into his chambers.

“I’m glad you’ve found someone Lancelot.” He starts, his face geniune, his voice giving away hints of relief. (He thought he was never going to see his knight smile again after all the ordeals that had happened to him)

“Oh...” Lancelot’s heart sinks, “...how did you find out, Sire?”

Arthur blinks, taking in the change of mood in Lancelot, maybe it wasn’t anything important, maybe they were trying to keep it casual, hell they didnt want the king knowing.

“I- uh, I just noticed...” Goddamnit Merlin, and Goddamn his need to tell him everything he saw. (Merlin had advised him not to do this, as they sat on his bed after a long night. This was really his fault.)

Lancelot pales, and he places his hands down on the table beside him, palms slapping stone as he did so.

“Well, I guess I should tell you the whole truth then,” his voice is quiet, and Arthur steps closer, “Sire I am not of Noble birth, and was born in a village - as you know.”

Arthur nods, his arms crossed, but his Kingly Bravado fell away at the sight of his knight, and one of his closest friends, being this vulnerable.

“Yes I know, but what does this ha-“

“And we children in the village we-“ he falters, “-we were never taught to read.”

“Yes, no I understand, I-“ he pauses, Lancelot’s words hitting him a bit too late, this was about literacy?

This, this whole conversation was about literacy?

Not being gay?

Merlin was going to have a field day

“Sire?”

“I understand Lancelot, and is this why you feel a little out of place with the other knights?” He carries it on, with a smile, he has a few questions to ask merlin.

“Yes, and that’s why I asked Gwaine to tutor me from time to time, although, the sessions carry through late into the night, which may have been affecting my performance at practice. I’ll have you know that this is a temporary th-“

“It’s fine Lancelot,” Arthur places a hand on his shoulder, “You are still exceptional at practice,”

“Thank you Sire,” Lancelot twinkles.

✨

“Theyre, theyre not together?” Merlin cant stop laughing, tears streaming down his face, “theyre not TOGETHER?? oh my God arthur what did you DO”

They sit together on Arthur’s bed, drinking wine from stemless cups together, with Arthur recounting the events of the day; red faced.

“I mean, it was your idea Merlin.”

“I just saw them, and I assumed...I didnt...I didnt think youd ASK them.”

“What do you think I’d do then?? Let them be on their merry way.”

“Yes!”

✨

“Do you like me?” Gwaine asks, unexpectedly, one night, the moon vibrant against the loud sea.

“You’re...tolerable...” Lancelot says, a smile tugging at his lips, as the silver moonlight falls against his hair, a halo around him.

✨

The knights give them the look every morning, as the two of them stumbled out of the same room, more frequently than ever.

Sometimes Lancelot would throw on Gwaine’s shirt, when he’d crumpled his own beyond repair. Sometimes Gwaine would put some of Lancelot’s hair oil on, when his hair was frizzy.

They gave each other knowing looks when Gwaine and Lancelot started whispering and giggling like a bunch of schoolgirls.

✨

And then Stupid gwaine had to go get fucking stabbed, and their delicate dance was like trying to waltz through a minefield.

Lancelot clutches onto Gwaine’s arm as Merlin feels his forehead with shaking hands.

“He’s burning up.”

“Infection...?” Lancelot sounds broken, and nods, fumbling with his pack to find some bandages.

It was just a simple quest; a save the day, get the girl, do various harmless shenanigans type of quest.

He’d half expected Gwaine to get the girl, and he cant help but give out a half choked laugh. Gwaine had no idea what hit him when she turned out to be the evil one all along.

He tries to forget that Gwaine showed no interest in her, he tries to forget that Gwaine’s been less frequent at the Tavern, he tries to forget that he hasn’t seen Gwaine with anyone since months now.

Gwaine, his beautiful Gwaine was lying on his lap, hot red blood rushing from his side, staining his polished chainmail with dark, sticky blood.

He’s been out for nearly an hour now, and Lancelot remembers carrying him, through the entire forest, forgetting his sword and his helmet and just grabbing Gwaine and getting the shit out of there.

Gwaine’s lack of self preservation was really rubbing off on Lancelot nowadays.

Merlin watches as Lancelot holds back tears, his own eyes stinging. Gwaine can’t die like this, he can’t die like this....

“hælan beorn adl”

Merlin’s eyes flashed gold, and Lancelot could feel warmth coming back into the fingers he was grabbing.

He was coming back.

And then the weight of everything hits him.

He was in Fucking Love.

✨

“Hey.” Gwaine’s voice is rough from disuse, but Lancelot nearly sobs when he hears the voice.

“Don’t fucking do that to me again, amor meus.” He puts his head down on Gwaine’s chest; finding the hammering of his heart calming.

He shimmies onto Merlin’s bed, which Gwaine had been lying in for the past few days.

“Did you mean, ami meus?” Gwaine sounds tired, too tired to be awake.

“Huh? Did i say something else?” Lancelot decides to play dumb, a sparkle in his eyes,

“I thought I heard amor meus,” Gwaine pushes his nose into Lancelot’s hair, taking in the wonderful smell of coconut.

“Well then, at least your hearing’s okay, amor meus.”

Gwaine gulped, and was sure Lancelot could hear his loud swallow.

“Lancelot, I hope this isnt a big joke with me teachin you latin and all,” Gwaine’s voice is a little wobbly from the slee deprivation and the magic and the pain numbers, “because I’ll have you know that I really love you, and I cant go on like this any longer,”

“Its okay Gwaine, I learnt latin from the man I love, of course it’s not a joke.”

“The man you love? Who’s tha-“

Realisation hits him like a brick.

Oh.

Oh.

“Me?” His voice cracks, and Lancelot looks up, a smirk on his face.

“Of course dumbass.”

“Like I’m meant to know that,” Gwaine tries to keep his dont care-ish aura, but they both know he’s too exhausted to keep that up.

“mmm?”

Gwaine kisses him on the nose, and he wraps himself around him.

And thats how Merlin finds them later that day, eyes blinking as he stood there.

✨

“I’m glad you’ve found someone, Lancelot.” Arthur coughs.

“Is that what that whole talk was about???”

“Answer the question.” His words sound harsh, but he’s barely hiding a smile.

“I’m glad too, I’m Glad I found Gwaine too.” Lancelot blushes, turning to gwaine.

“Why are you asking anyway, Princess?”

“Oh just, making sure this time.”

[jadedxrealityw]

-Surprise- Draco Malfoy x Female reader

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   Request: Hi bb,, if your requests are open may i pls request for a fic where it’s the reader’s bday and she thought Draco forgot about it but by the end of the day he surprised reader with a lovely dinner where he cooks all the food? Just pls make it super sweet hehe thank u! 🐻💓

   Kody- hehehehehe okay okay. Sounds interesting. I’m going to age them up for plot purposes. I also added a lot of extra things, i couldn’t help myself.

   Warning: Ginny supremacy, cursing, and Draco being the absolute sweetest.

   House: N/A

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   eyes fluttering open, you were met with no sign of your fiancé. Which was strange, you expected him to be there since he said he take the day off of work for your birthday. You prop yourself up on the bed and wipe the tiredness from your eyes.

   a piece parchment was laid on the edge of the bed in front of you. Grabbing it, you unfolded it and noticed Draco’s handwriting. Reading its contents only made you more confused ‘Hey, love. Sorry i’m not there this morning. I have a early morning today, hope you have a lovely day -Draco’ 

   your mouth twisted into a frown. Had he forgotten your birthday? No, he couldn’t have. He wouldn’t, right? As your mind continue to rationalize, you stood up from the bed and made your way over to your dresser to change out of your night clothes.

   you slip on some more comfy house clothes and leave the master bedroom. It was bit lonely being stuck in the house all day, but Draco had insisted he wanted you to stay home. So you were a housewife just without the ring.

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   sitting at the table alone and eating breakfast you made felt more lonely than usual. Maybe it’s because it was your birthday. Just as you were about to take another bit, the doorbell rang. You sighed and pushed the chair back, standing up. You walk over to the door and open it.

   giving you a bright smile, Hermione waves “Happy birthday Y/n!” she exclaims and pulls you into her embrace. You smile and return it, wrapping your arms around the used to be Gryffindor women. She pulls away and you smile “Thanks, ‘Mione”

   she smiles and reaches into her purse, shuffling around before she grabbed a small neatly wrapped present. It was red wrapping paper with a small black bow. “This is for you! I was hoping i’d make it in time before work” she laughs a little as you grab the present.

    “You can’t stay?” you asked, a hint of sadness in your tone. Hermione shakes your head sympathetic smile on her face “No sorry, but hey you have Draco to spend the day with right?” she waves before turning on her heels and walking down the path, apparating away.

   your smile drops as you slowly close the door. “Right” you repeat her words in a bittersweet way. You look down at your hands at the gift and began to tear at the wrapping paper. Underneath the paper is a small black box, opening revealed a silver necklace with a small dragon. It was beautiful.

   you take it out of the box and unclip it. Reaching behind your neck, you clip the necklace on, the cold metal made you shiver slightly. It was a pretty gift and you would write a letter to Hermione thanking her for it later. Draco would of liked it, if only he was here right.

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   slipping the black robe over your bare body, you turned off the shower. You slowly walked out the bathroom and made your way down the stairs making a beeline for the kitchen. Harry had gotten you some nice red wine and you figured why not since you were along anyway.

   As you poured the wine into the glass you began to feel bitter. Draco hadn’t talked to you all day. No surprise visits during his lunch break, no letters, no nothing. How could he forget about you on your day? You lift the glass to your mouth and take a sip.

   “Is the wine good?“ a voice intrudes from behind. You turn quickly and see the one and only Ginny Potter “Ginny? Bloody hell, i have a door for a reason. You cant just apparate here” you narrow your eyes and take another sip. She eyed you up and down before placing a hand on her hip.

   “You don’t look like someone who has been showered in affection and you definitely haven’t been getting railed because your still walking ” She points at you, laughing “Tell me about it” you hiss and take another sip. “I thought he’d be here considering he hasn’t been at the ministry all day”

   your eyes widened. He what? “but he left a note saying he had an early morning. Are you telling me Draco lied?” you questioned and her eyes go wide as well “Holy shit. That slimy Slytherin did lie. You seriously haven’t seen him all day, like all day?” Ginny asked, walking over to you to lean on the kitchen counter.

   you shake your head slowly. Draco lied to you? You felt your heart tug violently. Ginny looked visibly pissed. “Is that bastard cheating?” she said out loud. Your face contorted into one of sadness and distraught. She looked at you and shook her head “oh my merlin! I’m sorry i didn’t mean to say that”

   you waved her off and grabbed the bottle of wine, going to take a chug “yeah no we are getting you proper hammered, not whatever this is-” she took the bottle and looked at it, her face twinging in disgust “-what the fuck is this weak shit?” Ginny questions and you shrugged “Harry got it for me”

   she rolled her eyes setting the bottle down on the counter “of course he did” she shakes her head slowly. “Anyway, go upstairs and don’t come out until you look somewhat decent” Ginny says and you nod slowly before leaving the kitchen.

   ♡~🐍~♡

   walking down the stairs in boots almost made you trip, but you were okay in the end. As you neared the last steps you saw Ginny sitting on the sofa. You walk down and she spots you in the outfit. “Good. You look great. Let’s bounce ” She stands up and walks over, grabbing your hand. 

   “where are we going exactly?” you ask. Ginny gives you a wink before apparating with you. You blink a couple times and you were standing outside a bar “Aw makes sense” you nod and the ginger leads you inside.

   ♡~🐍~♡

   you had only finished a bit of your drink when your mind flooded with different thoughts. Was Draco really cheating on you? It would make a bit of sense considering he hadn’t seen you all day and had been a bit distant in the days leading up to your birthday.

   you hadn’t noticed the fresh tears rolling down your cheeks until Ginny tapped your shoulder “Hun, are you alright?” she asked, setting her glass of firewhiskey down. You shake your head, standing up from the stool “I just want to go home and sleep” you choke out, wiping a stray tear. 

   Ginny checks the time on her wand and nods “Yeah okay, lets go” she says and grabs your hand and off you both apparate again. This time outside the Malfoy Manor “Couldn’t you apparate me inside?” you question, turning to face her. Ginny shrugged “Sorry love, anyway Happy birthday” she winks.

   you raise a brow and look towards the manor, why are the lights on? You turn to face the ginger, but it seems she already apparated away. You sigh and walk up the door, pushing it open. Your met with a very delicious smell, which makes you super confused.

   you pull out your wand thinking someone had broken into your house, too cook? That didn’t make any sense. You slowly crept up to the kitchen and could see a shadow placing stuff on the table. You quickly lept from around the corner and startled the intruder- wait no it was Draco.

   “What the bloody hell Y/n! You could of killed me!” he exclaims as he placed the plate on the table. You stood there frozen for a moment before the metaphorical dam broke. “I should’ve killed you Draco Malfoy! How dare you show up this late!”

   Draco eyes widened a bit as he opened his mouth to speak, but you cut him off. “and don’t even say you were at work, because no one has seen you all day! So if your cheating on me just take your fucking ring and leave!” you shout and pluck the engagement ring off your finger and slam it on the counter.

   you look at the counter that had a bottle of wine on it and your eyes slowly trail to the table that wa set with a literal four-course meal spread on it, two glasses of wine and card that said ‘Happy birthday Y/n.’ you snap your head to look at him and see he was a wearing an apron.

   it hit you in the head like a train. Oh-. You slowly gulp and slide down the counter until you reach the floor and sit down in shame “This was a surprise wasn’t it?” you ask, not even looking at it and he nods slowly, taking his apron off and setting it on the counter “Spent all day preparing?” you question.

   it earns another nod from the pale boy, he grabs your ring off the counter and slowly sits next to you. He hands you your ring and you push it away “Love?” he says, a worried tone present in his voice “i can’t believe i thought you cheated on me, i mean how overly dramatic can i get?”

   “I mean- you are engaged to me and i’m the most dramatic person i’ve ever met” Draco jokes, trying to lighten the mood. You snicker, a small smile forming at your lips. He grins and wraps an arm around you “Don’t beat yourself up over this. It’s okay, i most likely would have overreacted more than you did”

   you lean onto him as he grabs your hand, slipping your ring on your finger once again. “Alright enough sulking, let’s eat” Draco stands up and pulls you up from the ground, he leads you to your chair and you sit down. He leans down to press a kiss to your temple, making you smile.

   “Happy birthday, my love” he whispers before taking a seat next to you. You look at the food, it was all your favorite dishes. He really went all out and it made your heart flutter. “Thank you so much. I really don’t deserve it” you forced out, making the blond boy roll his eyes. 

   “of course you do. Now hush and eat darling before the food gets cold” he grabs a serving spoon and begins to put food on his plate. When he’s finished you lean over and plant a sweet kiss on his lips. Surprised, he kisses back. You both pull away and you smile warmly “I love you Draco Malfoy”

   “As do i, Y/n Malfoy”

   ♡~🐍~♡

   Kody- uh, this took me three days because procrastination is great. I also went like a million different directions with is, eh- i’m not feeling to great about it. Anyways, peace.

[galahadwilder]

We Are Miraculous, Ch. 3: Assemble

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*

This may well be the worst morning of Adrien Agreste’s life. And he's had a lot of bad mornings.

His hands haven’t shaken this badly since the day he realized his mother wasn’t coming back. Every single sense is cranked up to twelve: he can feel every itchy, excruciating fiber of the clothes against his skin, the babble of the classroom and the whine of the fans in every electronic device assaults his ears, every blinking light tries to snatch his attention. He’s on the verge of another of what his mother always called his “episodes” in an exasperated tone—there’s a brief memory of her tearing up, asking if he can’t just once not overreact to such inconsequential things. He still doesn’t understand why it’s so hard for him to control. And his father refuses to acknowledge it.

Caron Questions Hero’s Qualifications After Shocking Confession from Ladybug

Adrien wants to scream. He wants to vomit. He knows that, right now, his Lady is seeing the same headline he is. He knows that, despite her incredible strength, there are places where she is fragile. He knows that right now she must be breaking. She needs him, she needs him and he can’t get to her, and everything’s too loud and too close.

Marinette is okay at least, Alya is taking care of her. Adrien wishes he could have helped but right now he’s an upside-down remote control car, wheels spinning uselessly in the air as he rocks in the mud. He hugs his chest, holding onto his biceps—he's rocking slightly in his chair, trying not to lose control. You're better than this, he thinks, in a voice that sounds very much like his mother's, trying to help him past an episode. You're stronger than this. You're not gonna get overwhelmed—

"Adrien," Nino says, very softly. It layers on top of everything else, but thinly, barely a push on top of all the rest of the things screaming for his attention. Adrien turns his head, looks at Nino's collarbones—can't meet his eyes right now. Too hard. Too—Adrien doesn't know the word.

Nino is holding a mechanical pencil; Adrien's not quite sure where he got it, he doesn't use them. He quickly and calmly disassembles it, laying the pieces out in front of Adrien.

Adrien blinks, and then his hands reach out and twist the top of the pencil back onto the body, and all of the lights and noises assaulting his senses begin to quiet down. He slides the eraser tube back into the pencil. The buzzing from the overhead lights is still there, but he can push it back now, ignore it. He can hear Madame Bustier's lecture again without it being garbled.

He clicks the pencil once, twice, three times, then pushes the lead back in so it's short enough not to snap when he writes. How did you know that would work? he scribbles on the edge of his notebook, not even bothering to put in the (usually painful) effort it takes to make his handwriting legible, much less the "elegance expected of an Agreste."

Miraculously, somehow, Nino can read it. He snaps the cap of his pen back and forth with his thumb, then scratches out a message on his own notebook—Chris does the same thing.

Adrien nods and tries to hand the pencil back to Nino, but Nino shakes his head, pushing it back. "You gotta fidget," he whispers.

Adrien takes the pencil back, confused; but by the time class lets out for lunch and he's disassembled and reassembled the pencil enough times that he's lost track of the number, he thinks he might be starting to understand.

*

"Hey Lila?" Alya says as they're getting up for lunch. "Uh... what happened to your hair?"

Adrien—along with the rest of the class—turns to look, but he can't see what Alya's talking about; Lila's hair looks pretty normal to him. Everyone else in the class looks confused too.

Lila reaches up to paws desperately at her scalp. "No, no, no," she whispers. "Alya, is there something in my hair?"

Alya blinks. "Oh, um, no, it's nothing!" she giggles. "Looks nice."

Adrien can't quite tell if she's being sarcastic. He suspects it, yeah, but anyway that's not important right now.

"Nino," he says as he stuffs his backpack, "I've got something kind of urgent I gotta do for the next few minutes. I'll meet you in the park in ten?"

Nino tilts his head, pursing his lip. "Yeah, sure," he says, mercifully not asking what it is that Adrien is doing, which is good because he hadn't planned out a lie and he's not great at coming up with them on the spot.

*

On the roof of the school, Chat Noir paces, staring at the screen of his baton-phone. Is now a bad time to call? What if she's mad at him for it? What if she hasn't seen the headline yet and he causes a panic attack?

He presses call.

"Kitty?" Her voice comes through the speakers clear as magic, high and soft and calm, and his lungs unwind from where they've tightened themselves around his heart, finally allowing him to breath again. "You okay?"

He slumps against the roof access door. "Actually, I was gonna ask you that," he says. "I, um, I saw the..."

Ladybug sighs. "The op-ed."

"Yeah." He licks his lips. "I'm—I'm sorry I couldn't be there for you. When, you know, when you saw it. This morning."

"Oh, Chaton," she says with a sad chuckle. "I know." He hears her snort. "I know you'd have been there if you knew who I was, but—"

"You two should kiss!" shouts another voice from the same line, much quieter and much farther away.

"Shut up, Rena!" Ladybug giggles.

Chat straightens at the sound of her laugh. "You're not alone," he says, smiling.

"Yeah," Ladybug says. "I... kind of accidentally blew my identity to Rena last night, so she found me this morning as soon as the article came out. Took care of me for a bit."

Chat's chest falls. "Oh," he says. "That's... that's good." He's glad she had somebody with her, but...

Evidently she hears the hurt in his voice."You know I would've told you first if I thought it was safe," she says. "If it had been intentional—"

There's jostling on the other end of the line, a quick give me that and a hands off before Rena's voice is coming out of the speaker. "I only found out by accident," she says. "And a little detective work. Can confirm, she didn't mean for it to happen."

Chat's ribcage loosens a bit again. "Oh," he says.

"If I'd had a choice it would've been you!" he hears Ladybug call towards the phone, and his heart leaps.

"Listen," Rena says. "I have an idea. Do you know where the Lycée François Dupont is? Ground zero for Horrificator, Reflekta, and Zombizou?"

Chat raises an eyebrow and looks down at that very school under his feet. "I'm... familiar, yeah," he says.

"Meet us on the roof after school lets out," Rena says. "We've got a message for Caron and we need you to help us deliver it."

"Yeah?" Chat says, rising to his feet.

"Yeah," Rena says. "No matter what: we stand with Ladybug."

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SG1

Season 4 episode 16

"2010"

Notes by me

- cant believe 2010 was only about a decade ago. Is this episode about time travel

- ew is sam on a date and its NOT Jack

- "honey" you guys disgust me

- "I thought wed be on our second child" SECOND??? They have a kid???

- im guessing this episodes takes place in 2010

- this guy weirds me out for some reason and I cant watch them kiss

- stargate travel is all the rage in 2010

- why is Kinsey the president. They wanted america to suffer?

- omg is Jack dead

- the Ashen

- ok tealcs mascara on POINT💅

- daniels eyebrows have not parted from each other in 4 seasons. Forever confused

- "to general hammond" nooooooooo

- this future sucks

- he died six yrs ago so 2004?

- someone mentioned Jack is alive and my heart works again

- fraiser is illegally pretty in this episode

- the little kiss Sam gives Daniel and tealc 💖💖

- 3 yrs shes been trying for a baby :(

- her ovaries are damaged but like wouldnt you be able to tell? Weird discharge or no period or weird colored period, something like that? Idk im not a doctor

- this Molem guy is creepy

- no babies!!!!!!

- okay so they met the Ashen in 2000 and they gave them an anti aging potion but it was secretly stopping everyone from having kids? Its evil but hey its a good plan

- THEY MURDERED HAMMOND ITS TIME TO KILL SOME ALIENS

- "we dont even control the stargate" they met these strangers from another planet and gave them control over literally the most important thing on earth smh

- its time travel time! To the batmobile!

- her white outfit🙌

- beard!Jack is hot and u can block me if you think other wise

- P4C970 is where the Ashen are from. When u send a msg back, tell them to delete it from the database or no babies

- jack: let's see how many ways i can say "told you so" without actually saying it

- "and the single most pressing issue I have.....is whether or not to get a dog"

I would pay to see Jack owning a dog

- they could even be a K9 unite for the air force. Bring the dog on missions. He can name him Homer

- he also needs a dog for emotional support

- ok ok Jack being petty and jealous about sams boyfriend is NOT cool

- they turned my mountain into a museum those bastards

- rating the disguises:

Daniels black fedora, black jacket, and dark sunglasses~ 9/10 the call back to Back to the Future was enjoyable but ultimately ruined by the shirt underneath. Never the less, very good

Sam's dark sunglasses~ 4/10. Its just a pair of sunglasses Sam step up your game oh my god

- 27 bucks for a selfie wit the gate what a ripoff

- jacks baseball cap and sunglasses~ 5/10 I gave him an extra point for adding the hat but ultimately still a very poor disguise and realistically they would get caught in seconds.

- Okay how about I give him 6/10 an extra point just for showing up ok are you happy????

- when Walter walks in and Jack pauses for a whole ass minute. 10 bucks he forgot his name

- are they gonna rob the Oval office bc I am here for that shit

- "uh....wal...ter" someone owes me 10 bucks

- "last time i was in the Oval office I got kicked out" aksbsidhrbr what did he do

- how on earth can Daniel recognize his own handwriting??? I cant even recognize when I spelled something wrong

- actually i had a handwriting fight to the death with my dad once and he couldnt even read what i wrote so maybe im just bad at this

- JOES A BITCH I did not see this coming

- the sun table is really cool

- "to who"

"To WHOM"

Grammer Nazi

- OKAY BRO YOU DONT OWN HER. THIS ENTIRE PLAN WAS HER IDEA IN THE FIRST PLACE. SHE CAN DO WHAT SHE WANTS. WHAT THE FUCK

and hes talking To Jack like hes in charge and can tell her what to do when hes retired and he literally can't????? And joes talking to him and not Sam as if none of this was her idea?????hello???????

"This is none negotiable " SHUT THE FUCK UP

- "the sun is...beeping" someone help Daniel

- they are trying to be secretive and sneaky and Jack just has a bright ass orange bag full of weapons

- "melon!"

"Molem"

"Oh right"

- "I'm sorry but you'll have to let me have it"

"Very well"

*proceeds to shoot him point blank*

- you couldnt have taken the stairs Jack. You had plenty of time to take the stairs. But no of course mister Drama had to have a ZIPLINE

- oh god???? They all died??? To send this msg back to themselves??? And they sacrificed everything??? Their lives everything theyve done in the past 10 yrs?????? Im having a breakdown

- omg im gonna cry it worked

- the shot of Jack alone in front of the gate 🔥

- "I wonder"

NOTHING. NO CURIOSITY. NOBODY IS REMOTELY FREAKED OUT BY SOME OMINOUS NOTE COMING FROM THE FUTURE. Sam's not wondering HOW their future selves got the note back? Jacks not wondering why the note was covered in blood??? Daniels not wondering what evil could possibly be on that planet that their future selves went to such drastic measures??? They dont have enough questions

~

Whump under the cut

Sg1 team whump: all shot by lasers, all fall to the ground, all death scenes, less than 2 minutes long, overlayed with music, barely any noise from any of them. More emotional whump thruout episode, mostly sam, teary eyed in one scene.

🎶Listening to Give Me The Future by Bastille🎶 just thinking about Sam and 2010!Sam and the latter sacrificed her life for the world and her old self. "Now nothing is certain.....and the song isnt done....."

[chatnoirishott]

Mari's Mad phone stealing skills

Marinette was actually early to class for once. She was so early that nobody else was even in the classroom except for Adrien, who was always early.

She actually was have a good, no stutter conversation with the blonde.

"You just have to play the new UMS III update! It's so amazing!" Marinette exclaimed.

"I will as soon as I have time! I've just been so bus-" Adrien said as a very loud, and winded Alya ran into the room screaming for Marinette.

"MARI, THERE YOU ARE. I WENT TO THE BAKERY THIS MORNING TO COME GET YOU BUT YOUR PARENTS SAID YOU CAME TO SCHOOL EARLY SO I RAN HERE AS FAST AS I COULD." Alya basically yelled, as she gasped for air.

Adrien looked just as confused as Marinette.

"Woah take a sec to breath Alya" Marinette exclaimed as she stood by Alya.

"NO MARINETTE I DONT HAVE TIME TO JUST BREATH. I REALLY NEED YOUR HELP. YOU HAVE GOTTA HELP ME GIRL. LIKE SUPPPPPPEEEEERRRR PRETTY PLEASE"

"Uh or course I'll help? Your my bestfriend I could never say no to yo-"

"I NEED YOUR MAD PHONE STEALING SKILLS GIRL"

Than Adrien was amused by their very loud conversation. Mari's mad phone stealing skills. As if sweet little Marinette would ever steal from somebody.

"SHHHHH. ALYA BE QUIET. I DONT WANT PEOPLE TO HEAR!" Marinette screeched as she covered Alyas mouth with her hand.

"MHPHHH" Alya said behind Marinettes hand.

"What did you say?" Marinette asked as she uncovered Alya's mouth.

"I really need you to steal chloe's phone for me. I would do it myself but you have more experience than me and I really dont wanna be caught stealing her phone when she got me suspended for looking into her locker. "

"Why on Earth do I need to steal her phone?"

Alya was about to say something before she looked around and saw Adrien very much listening to their conversation.

Instead of saying it out loud she leaned in next to Marinettes ear and whispered something. Than Marinettes eyes were as wide as saucers and her face was so pale it was like she saw a ghost.

"Okay yeah we really need to go get chloe's phone." Marinette said.

"Okay girl c'mon, in the mornings she touches up her makeup in the bathroom so we have like 5 mins until she finishes. She refuses to be distracted while doing her makeup so theirs a good chance she didnt check her phone yet becuase I sent it this morning." Alya explained.

"Well what are we waiting for let's go!" Marinette exclaimed as she dragged her friend out the classroom door, leaving a very confused Adrien in the dust.

----------

"I still cant believe you accidently sent chloe a picture of Adriens schedule I have on my wall!" Marinette grumbled as they speed walked to the girls bathroom that chloe was in.

"It was an accident! I took a picture of it to go over it and Nino told me that Adrien had another fencing lesson on Thursday. So I just sent it to you to tell you to fix the problem. And I may have also captioned the picture with some stuff about you being in love with him and I'm so sorry." Alya apologized for like the 100th time.

Marinette took a deep breath before entering the bathroom.

"Ugh its Mari-trash and Ladybug stalker. What are you guys doing here?" Chloe said as she applied another layer of lip gloss.

Sabrina was standing next to chloe, holding the makeup bag.

Marinette noticed chloe's phone in her back pocket.

"Chloe it's a public restroom, we are allowed to be in he- AHHH" Marinette said as she just so happened to trip and fall onto chloe, sending both of them to the floor.

"AHH GET OFF OF ME" chloe screeched.

Chloe got up and immediately looked into the mirror and to her horror her lip gloss was smeared.

"NOW I HAVE TO STAY HERE LONGER AND FIX MY MAKEUP. UGH YOUR SUCH A KLUTZ MARINETTE." Chloe screeched as she immediately started fixing her makeup again.

"Sorry chloe" marinette said, trying hard to keep the smirk that threatened to appear off her face. Marinette winked at Alya as she entered the nearest stall and immediately turned on the phone.

Thankfully chloe was stupid enough not to have a password on her phone and Marinette had easy access to it. She opened up the messenging app and was so glad that chloe had yet to open up Alyas text. Marinette deleted the message. Than triple checked she actually deleted it.

Marinette flushed the toilet so It sounded like she actually used it instead of deleting things off of chloe's phone.

Marinette walked out of the stall and went to the sink to wash her hands. She casually dropped a paper towel on the floor and bent over to pick it up, setting the phone on the floor before she stood up and winked at Alya who was still standing by the door waiting for Marinette.

"Uh chloe you dropped your phone" marinette said, pointing to said phone on the floor.

"UGH. It must've fell out of my pocket when you knocked me over. Your such a klutz. " chloe said as she picked up the phone and put it in her pocket.

The two bestfriends walked out of the bathroom and went back to the classroom. Giving each other a high five before sitting down. Their teacher walked in and started the lesson.

Than Adrien slipped a note onto Marinettes desk. And in his handwriting it read "So what's this about you have 'mad phone stealing skillz?' "

[rippedassfurby]

3, 4, 29, 37, 49, 54, 73, 83, 84, 99, 109, 112, 119, 128, 129, 133, 134, 137, 143, 149, 151, 152, 154

3: 3 Fearsobviously if you know me 1. abandonment 2. terrified of my anxiety attacks ironically enough,,, 3. secrets people keep from me

4: 3 things I love

1. aubrey, 2. art, 3. raccoons

29: Favourite song

this changes a lot but rn,, Final Girl by Graveyardguy ft Slayyyter

37: Tattoos and piercing i want

in order from most wanted to wanted maybe a lil less but uhhh,,

2 vertical eyebrow piercings on my left eyebrow next to eachother, tattoo of something laveyan related, bridge piercing, tattoo of my animals all chilling together, just a bunch more tattoos after that idk what of exactly

49: Am I excited for anything?

AUBREYS RETURN AND MY BUILD A BEAR PLUSH TO COME

54: Is there anyone I trust even though I should not?

there always is but uh. my coworker that is oddly obsessed with bill cipher 

73: Is there anything pink in 10 feets from me?

my build a bear rainbow leopard i got from the thrift store and her pink fuzzy hoodie

83: Do I have any relatives in jail?

no but i wish several were

84: I accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow me with the super-power of my choice! What is that power?

i wanna just be able to freeze time ??, bc i feel like i run out of time for freedom so fast and easy i just wanna be able to do what i want for however long

99: Smoked weed?

no but i honestly probably will become a massive pothead one day i can sense it

109: Been outside my home country?

no

112: Broken a bone?

no

119: Learned another language?

not very well but i can understand some spanish

128: Stalked someone on a social network?

yea, and just so people reading this without knowing me know, as a form of self defense to make sure the people in question were not like. lying about me or planning to hurt me...

129: Peed outside?

ya

133: Broken a mirror?

na

134: What do I want for birthday?

id answer this but vani didn’t tell me so i cant tell him.

137: Do I like my handwriting?  

idk its ok

143: Favourite pizza topping?

pineapple

149: What my greatest achievments are

I HAVE NONE 

151: What I’d do if I won in a lottery

buy a house and escape this shitshow

152: What do I like about myself

nothing

154: Something I fantasise about

this sounds so sad but like just.... being cared about and hugged and stuff and feeling like. safe and cared for.

[1112lw]

Every question!!

SDFFSDFG DAM OK SIS

LONG POST AHEAD IF U LITERALLY WANNA KNOW ME PERSONALLY JUST READ THIS LMFAO

1: Name: Arche/Jupiter, my close friends know my real name so!

2: Age: High school has just been done so try to guess

3: Fears: Heights, oral presentations, the dark

4: 3 things I love: Drawing, men- concept art n stuff like that

5: 4 turns on: Oh here we go- uhh thighs, messy hair? when they give u The Look or when they. say things i will not talk about here HHGBDF n uhhh Arms 👀👀

6: 4 turns off: weird macho attitude, overly confident bullshit, being selfish and fuckboys in general

7: My best friend: not sure what this means but my bff is named Daphnée n i love her and ive known her my whole life so 

8: Sexual orientation: homosexuale

9: My best first date: :))))))) as if

10: How tall am I: sigh. I’m 5″4

11: What do I miss: sometimes i miss the feeling loved ig

12: What time were I born: 12:19

13: Favourite color: pink!

14: Do I have a crush

15: Favourite quote: My senior quote!! “if what doesn’t kill us makes us stronger, I’m telling you I’m immortal”

16: Favourite place: well? my room ig? I like my yard too

17: Favourite food: ugh ramen,,,korean dishes are TASTE as fuck but i also like classic ass spaghetti so like lol

18: Do I use sarcasm: does it look like i dont

19: What am I listening to right now: dr.phil LMFAO

20: First thing I notice in new person: Hair and eyes!! also how they laugh

21: Shoe size: Like. a 7-8 in women’s 6 in men’s 

22: Eye color: Hazel/Golden yes bitch let me be special

23: Hair color: it’s either dark brown or golden brown idk

24: Favourite style of clothing: bruv its either kpoppie fuckboy or uwu skirts pastels

25: Ever done a prank call?: no i have anxiety

26: Meaning behind my URL:

27: Favourite movie: rise of the guardians and HTTYD

28: Favourite song: Comeback Home (BTS cover)

29: Favourite band: looks in the camera i dont know nan molla huh

30: How I feel right now: I’m fine im hungry

31: Someone I love: shoutout to my babeys in my server ily

32: My current relationship status: Single(tm)

33: My relationship with my parents: theyre fine ig just a bit tired

34: Favourite holiday:

35: Tattoos and piercing I have: Ear piercings? that’s it

36: Tattoos and piercings I want:

37: The reason I joined Tumblr:

38: Do I and my last ex hate each other? I sure hope not?

39: Do I ever get “good morning” or “good night ” texts? A bit ig?

40: Have I ever kissed the last person you texted? Literally no

41: When did I last hold hands? Like last Friday

42: How long does it take me to get ready in the morning? 20 minutes

43: Have You shaved your legs in the past three days? no i havent shaved in like months

44: Where am I right now? in my room, in quebec, canada

45: If I were drunk & can’t stand, who’s taking care of me? bitch i sure hope my friends would

46: Do I like my music loud or at a reasonable level? fuck my ears 

47: Do I live with my Mom and Dad? yeah

48: Am I excited for anything? yeah? yeah

49: Do I have someone of the opposite sex I can tell everything to? ig? always

50: How often do I wear a fake smile? just at work tbh

51: When was the last time I hugged someone? not long ago i cant tell but my friends r cuddle monsters so 

52: What if the last person I kissed was kissing someone else right in front of me? i havent kissed anyone so 

53: Is there anyone I trust even though I should not? lemme think uhhh no not rlly im not dumb 

54: What is something I disliked about today? i woke up n i thought i had school lol

55: If I could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be? oh john cock i want to be ur best friend

56: What do I think about most? i daydream 24/7

57: What’s my strangest talent? uhhh i can put my thumb behind my hand?

58: Do I have any strange phobias? trypophobia, if thats “weird”

59: Do I prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it? depends on what the video is, mostly behind

60: What was the last lie I told? idk answering to my deadname

61: Do I prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online? online

62: Do I believe in ghosts? How about aliens? I slightly believe in ghosts? also aliens GOTTA exist so 

63: Do I believe in magic? i think!

64: Do I believe in luck? yeah

65: What’s the weather like right now? very pretty i filmed a video outside!!

66: What was the last book I’ve read? L’Étranger d’Albert Camus in french class

67: Do I like the smell of gasoline? yes my dad’s a mechanic

68: Do I have any nicknames? a lot a lot

69: What was the worst injury I’ve ever had? bitch @ my birth #neverforget 

70: Do I spend money or save it? i have 40$ in my name right now

71: Can I touch my nose with a tounge? no

72: Is there anything pink in 10 feet from me? yes highlighter

73: Favourite animal? cats or otters

74: What was I doing last night at 12 AM? FBISDFD NO WE DONT TALK ABOUT IT

75: What do I think is Satan’s last name idk he can have any last name he wants!!!

76: What’s a song that always makes me happy when I hear it? everytime i start hearing “waiting for you anpanman” or “i just wanna go home” 👀👀

77: How can you win my heart? aaahh. be a twink. b fashionable. b funny. cheesy. pls romance me like a npc in the sims 2

78: What would I want to be written on my tombstone? s(he) died smh

79: What is my favorite word? cunt is SUCH a satisfying word

80: My top 5 blogs on tumblr? oh great uh honestly cant be fucked 

81: If the whole world were listening to me right now, what would I say? please have brain. PLEASE

82: Do I have any relatives in jail? i sure hope the fuck not?

83: I accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow me with the super-power of my choice! What is that power? either invisibility or mind reading

84: What would be a question I’d be afraid to tell the truth on? ahaaa “what are your intrusive thoughts”

85: What is my current desktop picture? my lesbian sims getting married LMFAO

86: Had sex? no

87: Bought condoms? no

88: Gotten pregnant? NO

89: Failed a class? i think yeah maths last year

90: Kissed a boy? :(((

91: Kissed a girl? no

92: Have I ever kissed somebody in the rain? no

93: Had job? I have a job rn so 

94: Left the house without my wallet? yeah when i go to school

95: Bullied someone on the internet? define bullying?

96: Had sex in public? virgin squad

97: Played on a sports team? yeah

98: Smoked weed? no ew

99: Did drugs? no ew

100: Smoked cigarettes? NO EW

101: Drank alcohol? yep 

102: Am I a vegetarian/vegan? no i’d die

103: Been overweight? i’m twig

104: Been underweight? i think i was underweight when i was young? i was very Small

105: Been to a wedding? yes very long boring

106: Been on the computer for 5 hours straight? bruh. everyday

107: Watched TV for 5 hours straight? probably?

108: Been outside my home country? ONCE

109: Gotten my heart broken? TWICE !

110: Been to a professional sports game? yesss canadians game!!

111: Broken a bone? no

112: Cut myself? not technically 

113: Been to prom? SOON SOON SOON SOSOSNSBFSHDD

114: Been in airplane? once

115: Fly by helicopter? i am not rich bitch

116: What concerts have I been to? noneeee- WAIT NO MARIE MAI

117: Had a crush on someone of the same sex? not sex but for the purpose of pretending i have a penis yes plenty

118: Learned another language? yeah!! i learned english, i almost learned spanish and i’m trynna learn korean now

119: Wore make up? i try!! but i’m not super good

120: Lost my virginity before I was 18? not 18 yet but it’s goin that way

121: Had oral sex? as if 

122: Dyed my hair? i wishhh

123: Voted in a presidential election? I WISH THE ELECTIONS R ONE MONTH B4 MY BIRTHDAY 

124: Rode in an ambulance? nope

125: Had a surgery? yes at a week old 

126: Met someone famous? i think yes but i was super small

127: Stalked someone on a social network? define stalked?

128: Peed outside? yes

129: Been fishing? YES

130: Helped with charity? i think? we do volunteering so 

131: Been rejected by a crush? not directly

132: Broken a mirror? no 

133: What do I want for birthday? boyf......boy..boyff

134: How many kids do I want and what will be their names? oh man uhh maybe 2-3, i dont know their names yet honestly

135: Was I named after anyone? MY DAD NAMED ME AFTER A FUCKIN CLIENT HE MET. as for my actual name now I named myself after my fav video game character. lit

136: Do I like my handwriting? yeah!!

137: What was my favourite toy as a child? bitch hot wheels

138: Favourite Tv Show? hells kitchen,,,,judge judy,,,anythin like that

139: Where do I want to live when older? honestly i wish i could just live in japan or tokyo, or new york? but i will most likely end up in montreal 

140: Play any musical instrument? i used to play the clarinet last year!!

141: One of my scars, how did I get it? the one on my knee, i scratched my desk with my knee 

142: Favourite pizza toping? my dad makes AMAZING sea food pizzas,,,

143: Am I afraid of the dark? a lot

144: Am I afraid of heights? A LOT

145: Have I ever got caught sneaking out or doing anything bad? idk prolly? im a bit of a goody two shoes or however u spell it

146: Have I ever tried my hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end: dont we all

147: What I’m really bad at: organizing my anxiety n shit i get overwhelmed

148: What my greatest achievments are: finishing high school 

149: The meanest thing somebody has ever said to me: honestly has to be that time someone dug up my vent post about being dysphoric to try to say i hated myself with some dumbass DySphorIa Is SelF HaTRed argument

150: What I’d do if I won in a lottery: pay my parents’ debt off, buy 284223$ of BT21 merch, pay my whole college/uni and transition

151: What do I like about myself: idk i like how i literally do not give a fuck anymore and ive learned to love myself instead of trynna care

152: My closest Tumblr friend: @peptobismol-official​ @ace-landofthesun​ @dorkalisious​ and ana but idk her @ anymore :((( ana pls

153: Something I fantasise about: we dont talk about that

154: Any thoughts on the paranormal?: lit. please stop crawling in my ceiling !

ok now that u know my whole biography. go doxx me ig. bye bye

[jising-jisang-jisung]

Pink Paper Notes | Lee Felix | pt. 1

A/n: so I meant to post this on Valentine's day but I didnt finish and cant really write at the moment cuz I got hurt :( so I'm breaking it into parts so I can at least get some content out there

Genre: floof

Word count: 1,217

You can't recall when you first started receiving the notes. One day, they just started appearing around you, in your locker, at your desk, and even one on your car. Every single note had been written on pink paper in purple pen and had surprisingly good handwriting but you had no clue who was leaving these notes of confession for you. But today, when you opened your locker, the note was just on lined paper written sloppily in pencil:

Y/n, I have been debating whether or not I should give you this note and so I apologize for its lack of intricacy big words. But I really want you to know who I am. Or maybe I don't. I don't know. If you are interested in meeting me, I'll be at the Valentine's dance waiting for you. ♡

Wow. Did you read that correctly? The mysterious classmate sending you "love" letters wants to reveal himself. Sis you gotta go to that dance now, you don't have a choice. Although you aren't sure who is even sending these notes of adoration, you would like to thank them and maybe, who knows, you'll fall in love with your prince charming.

You only had 2 weeks until the dance that you had previously planned to not attend. You needed to find a cute dress to meet this admirer in. Your friend, let's call her Ryn because why not, took you shopping for a dress. She handed you a whole stack and sent you into the fitting rooms. Boy were you in trouble with this one. I'm so sorry katheryn I lub you but I h8 shopping,, anywho. While you were putting on a mid-thigh length, golden yellow, short sleeved dress aka my dream dress one of the workers came to assist Ryn.

His name was Felix and he didn't know much about dresses but his job required him to offer his help and Ryn wasn't planning on accepting because she didnt need help when it comes to shopping until you came out of the room and his face lit tf up. He just looked at you in awe, with flushed cheeks, and his mouth agape.

"I like this one! It's such a pretty color" you say in a child like tone.

"Uh I think it looks very nice too" a familiar voice spoke quietly. You looked up to see Felix a boy from your school. You knew him and you two were nice but not really friends yknow¿? But you gotta give credit where credit is due, Felix is absolutely so very hecking cute with his lil freckles. You were so caught up in a trance just kinda looking at each other until Ryn spoke: "I knew you'd like it! How much is that one" she obviously picked up on the staring thing judging by the look she threw you.

"This one is $30" I dont know how much dresses cost so sorry if that is not a good price uh "but I dont have any shoes that match :/" That's when your good friend turned to the worker. "Do you think you could help us find some shoes?" she said sweetly knowing full well that he could not do that.

As he walked the two of you to the shoes section, Ryn kept eyeing you both. "Y/n, why did you change your mind about going to the dance?" I mean, I suppose you could have told her about the notes, but why would you do that when you could,, not? "Uh because i want to fully experience the rest of my high school life?" you say in an unconvincing tone. Before she could further inquire, you were by the shoes.

"Do you have an idea of what you want?" Felix asked with a nervous smile. "Tbh, i was just gonna wear crocs" you whispered to avoid the wrath of your good friend. "NO YOU WERE NOT! YOU ARE GONNA WEAR NICE SHOES THAT ARE MOST DEFINITELY NOT CROCS!!" she most have still heard your confession.

~you buy shoes~

"So, Felix, huh?!" Ryn spews the moment you get into her room. "What do you mean?" And honestly, you are genuinely curious as to what she is implying. "He definitely has a crush on you... and you-" "I barely even know him! I don't have a crush on him. He barely knows me so obviously he doesn't like me either" you could hear yourself being too defensive and a bit rude but you couldnt prevent the words from coming out. "Chill, hoe, I was just saying what I saw. And what I saw was him looking at you like this (｡◕‿◕｡)" "shut up, Ryn, he was not"

However, the more you thought about it, the more plausible it is that he is your secret admirer or whatever. You got a note on your desk in calculus, which you two have together. His locker is also just a few down from yours so he would know which one to put the notes in. Certainly, he is a fair candidate but there are plenty of other boys who fit the role too. Subconsciously, you hoped it was the freckly boy, but you could never admit that to anyone, not even yourself.

The next day you walked into your math class and weren't surprised to see a small folded piece of pink paper.

Y/n, dont feel like you have to come to the dance just because of me. I still hope you do tho because you will look so pretty.. NOT THAT YOU DONT LOOK PRETTY EVERY OTHER DAY TOO!!

You cringed slightly at the fact that the mysterious someone was able to be so awkward even through a written note but you liked it nonetheless. But you weren't secretive enough!! That lil bitch, Ryn, snuck up behind you and read the whole freaking thing over your shoulder. Now she knows why you were so quick to change your mind.

"Y/n! Why didnt you tell me someone was giving you notes, hoe? I could've helped you figure out who it is? Omg what if it's that boy from the store?!"

"Shhhh... be quiet Felix sits right over there" sure enough a few columns from you sat the freckle faced boy. The longer you looked the more you took in. He was really handsome, to put it blatantly. But his face seemed redder than normal. And it was getting redder the more you looked.

"If you keep staring, he'll figure out that you're mentally making out with him" Ryn teased to which you responded by pinching her arm and sticking your tongue out.

"I was not" you huff. "My bad. You were booping/kissing (◕‿◕✿) each and every delicately placed freckle (◕‿◕✿) on his face" she said ever so dramatically. It was like she could read your thoughts because, well, that was what you were doing, but you weren't about to confirm that. "Ouch quit pinching me!" You hated to think about it, but you really wanted Felix to be the person who was leaving you notes.

As you were lost in thoughts of who this note leaver is, Ryn was devising a plan. She was going to find out who it is and set you tf up sister!! But, of course, you didnt know any of that.

Part 2 coming soon

Masterlist

[scaryscarecrows]

Roots and Leaves, Pt. 6

DC did it first. Take your grievances to them.

Jason and Sheila e-mail back and forth for about a week before she says that she has Thursday off so if he has Thursday off does he want to meet for lunch again?

Last time wasn’t bad. Not a lot of staring or people or anything. He can…he can probably do it again. And it’s a few days away still, so he has time to psyche himself up or, worst case scenario, fake his death and move to Canada.

And it’s been a week and she hasn’t pulled out the Pity Card on him yet and maybe…maybe this’ll all work out okay. She might never be Mom, because Catherine’s always gonna be Mom, but…but she could be Mother, maybe. He can see that in the distant (or not-so-distant?) future.

But he’s not going to rush into things, that’s what got him here in the first place. Patience, grasshopper.

Thursday rolls around and he hasn’t faked his death and moved to Canada, so he has no choice but to put on jeans and a hoodie and resign himself to a couple of hours, easy, of no sunglasses and no e-book shield.

Sorry, any small children who might come out of this traumatized.

Okay. He brings his Kindle anyway, and his sunglasses for the journey, and sticks to his normal Civilian Weaponry-couple’a knives, one pair of brass knuckles tucked into a hidden pocket in his hoodie. Last thing he needs is for someone to pick up a bullet, match it to the Red Hood’s, and come knocking on his door. His luck is bad enough that’s exactly what would happen.

Besides, it’s noon on a Thursday, and even in Gotham that’s a slow hour. Bank robbers gotta eat, too.

The monorail ride there is literal Hell (three fighting couples, two crying kids and old man with no personal spaaaaace!) and he’s literally gasping for air when he stumbles out of the car. He likes people. Honest. If he legitimately hated them all, he wouldn’t risk his life to help them. But interacting with them…he could do without that, mostly.

Whatever. Whatever. It’s over, he lived, he’s had worse.

(And no, he doesn’t hear faint cackling in his head, and that’s final.)

It’s windy today, the type of wind that buffets people every which way and is determined to keep his hood off his head. He fidgets with the drawstrings until it’ll stay and buries his hands in his pockets. Wind sucks. He can feel pollen and dust and Gotham Grime being blown onto his skin.

“Jason!”

Is he there already?

Sheila…looks a lot more haggard than she did before. He tries to remember if she’d mentioned being horribly busy, doesn’t think she did, and figures that to be fair, he hasn’t mentioned the bruise that goes halfway up his back.

She smiles, her awkward driver’s license smile, and waves. Yeah, she doesn’t…it must’ve been a long week, or maybe a rough drive or something. She looks tired.

“Hi.” He’s not sure what to call her, still. Miss Haywood is too disconnected, Sheila’s too personal, and it’s way, way too soon for Mother. Names are a pain. “I’m not late, am I?” He knows he’s not. “Monorail was packed.”

“So was the subway. Can I…?”

Her arms are half-out and he figures she’s asking for a hug. He can do a hug, as long as it’s a short hug.

“Yeah. Thanks for the warning.”

Holy crap, she feels frail. But to be fair, barring Dick’s tackle-hug, everyone’s felt frail since…since. So it could just be him. Hugs are weird now.

(“HUG YOUR DADDY!”)

No. Not today. Everything’s fine.

It’s a sort-of short hug, short enough, anyway, and he wonders, abstractedly, if a day will ever come that he’s used to that sort of thing again. If it even matters whether he does or doesn’t.

It does. Of course it does. And the day will come, in time, and he’ll be better, be normal, be what people want him to be.

Little steps.

* * *

They’ve fallen into a companionable silence and for once Jason’s not jumping whenever someone walks by in a purple sweater or anything when Sheila forces her lips out from between her teeth and says, “I know you were Robin.”

Well. That’s, uh, there’s that out of the way.

“Yeah.” There’s clearly no point in denying it. She probably put it together when Batman came knocking. “For a little while, yeah. I was.” He tastes blood, wonders how long he’s been doing that, and wishes he had gum. Or a mint. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you right off, I just…old habits die hard, I guess.”

“Oh God, no, no, I didn’t mean-” She takes a drink. Her hands are shaking, she’s shaking and he doesn’t know what’s wrong. “I just. I thought I should probably make it clear that I did know, so you wouldn’t…I know I was absent, but I don’t want…you shouldn’t feel like you have to hide things from me.”

Oh. That’s. He doesn’t know what to say. Bruce, God knows, has the emotional capabilities of a Himalayan Salt Lamp. Thankfully Jason hadn’t been the type to go through crushes every two weeks, or he probably would have been in Hell. He certainly wouldn’t have…it’s not like he would have shut down the conversation, but sharing and caring? That would have been awkward and best not repeated. Alfred was the go-to for that sorta thing.

All right, then. Since they’re dropping sudden bombshells ‘n all…he has to know.

“You worked for Joker.” There. It’s out. He said it.

And now he kinda regrets it-the self-loathing on her face is a pretty good match for his own, and he can’t tell himself it’s anything less than deep, deep wishing to have made better choices.

“I did.” She straightens up, begins tearing apart a piece of bread on her plate. “Briefly. I’m not proud, but he had a line to my mother, knew where she lived, knew her schedule…knew.” She swallows hard. “Knew she had to rubber-band her jam jars because she couldn’t open them otherwise. I panicked. But it was only for a couple of months-pills, he wanted pills, as much as I could get him. And then he just…went away. I don’t know what he did with them.”

Honestly, after everything, he can’t…he doesn’t have the right to say much. And honestly? There was that one guy, who accidentally cut the fucker off in traffic and couldn’t get away from him.

And look at him. The first man he killed, that wasn’t…oh, sure, he probably had it coming, at least a little, but Jason wasn’t thinking about that or considering it like he does now, he just…he wanted to kill Bruce. Because that was right and reason at the time even though he knows it’s insanity now.

No, he can’t say much.

“I’m sorry,” he says softly, and it’s suddenly easier to look at his hands. “I didn’t…that sounds awful.”

“No.” She tips his chin up and it’s an effort not to pull away and to remember that it’s fingers, warm human fingers, and not the pointy end of a crowbar against his skin. “You deserved to know. It’s only fair.”

Truth be told, it’s a relief to know that she hadn’t…yeah, technically she could’ve…maybe done something different, but she hadn’t wanted to work for him. She wasn’t like the ones he’d christened Dumb and Dumber that…they enjoyed that kinda work.

Lunch is finished in relative silence after that, though, and he’s wondering what’s going to happen now when she rifles through her purse and swears.

“Damn…I meant to grab an old photo album I wanted to show you, with some old family pictures and things.”

Pictures of Willis? Yeah, he’s good. Pictures of other people might be interesting, though.

“Next time?”

“My apartment’s a few blocks over.”

Something feels off. He’s paranoid, he knows he’s paranoid, but something…she’s been shaky and weird all afternoon and he doesn’t…

Calm the fuck down, you freak out when someone window-shops for too long!

“Is everything…is everything okay?”

Or maybe something is wrong-she pulls a napkin over and there’s suddenly a pen in her hand.

“I really do want you to see these pictures, Jason,” she says, but her hand is moving and there’s the ever-so-faint skrit-skrit of pen on paper. “I swear you got my mother’s eyes.”

The napkin slides over to him and he glances down. Her handwriting’s spikey and awful-doctor writing to the bone-but his is no better and he can read it well enough.

An old colleague has been hanging around the hospital lately.

Oh.

That explains a bit.

“Sure.”

Her shoulders drop and she crumples the napkin, nails picking it into shreds.

“I’m sorry to do this to you,” she says softly, nearly too soft for him to hear, and he’s quick to shake his head.

“No, no, I don’t mind, I’m glad you…if there’s anything I can do to…”

Shit, she looks like she’s going to start crying and that is indeed PANIC in his throat. Tears are not good.

“You’re a good boy.” Her voice is watery but there are no tears to be seen. Thank Jesus. “I promise next time we have lunch it’ll be normal.”

Oh, good, things haven’t plummeted down to fiery Hell because of all the revelations flying around.

“Everything’s gonna be fine,” he says, and whoops that’s his ‘all will be well, citizen, never fear!’ voice. But it must work, because the about-to-cry look disappears. “Um. Do you wanna…it looks like it’s gonna rain, should we get going?”

And so they do.

* * *

The wind has picked up and it smells like rain. He’s not looking forward to patrol later.

The wind’s not so bad, though, to stop Sheila from lighting up with a self-depreciating, “I know I’m a doctor and should know better, but I honestly don’t care.”

“I can’t really say anything.” He holds up his own pack and rattles it before pulling one out. It’s not as calming as it usually is and he doesn’t know why.

Eh. It’s been a long day, that’s all. He’s not used to interacting with people on a personal level anymore, which is his own fault and probably not necessarily a good thing.

The first few drops have started to fall when they arrive at her building-big, square, and simplistic. She fishes out her keys while they’re in the elevator (which smells like new car, for some reason).

The hallway is deserted. It’s a little creepy, to be honest-his own building might be crap, but there’s always activity. And then, of course, there was Arkham’s hallways, or what he could hear of them. Noisy. Always noisy. But this? Wayne Manor was silent like this. It unsettled him then and it unsettles him now. Call him a city boy, whatever, but he needs noise.

The brass knuckles and knives in his jacket are warm and comforting and he knows he’s not gonna need ‘em, but they make up for this creepy-ass silence.

Sheila opens the door and motions him inside. It’s dark inside-blackout curtains, probably-but he can hear the rain. It smells like new car in here, too, and he wonders, off-handedly, why-

-it’s not empty. He’s walked into one too many ‘empty’ buildings to be very, very attuned to the sound of somebody breathing. Okay. Be calm, back out and shut the door.

He’s about to do exactly that when the light switch clicks and bathes the whole place in stark white. White walls, white floors, white furniture.

Which only makes Harley Quinn stick out like a sore thumb in all that red and black.

“BAY-BEE!” She could never hope to match Joker’s grin, but she gives it a good go, stretching her makeup. Okay. Change of plans. Get Sheila out of here (and preferably out of the building), deal with Quinn. “It’s been a whiiiiile!”

He takes in the mallet leaning against the couch and the shotgun (are those fuzzy dice? Really?) in her hands and comes to the conclusion that great, she’s riding the crazy train.

But maybe she hasn’t seen Sheila yet. Where’s that goddamn light switch?

He moves, only a little, only to feel the unmistakable press of a gun against his lower back.

“Don’t. Move.”

And the world drops out from under him.

No. No, no, no, she said she quit, it was over, she said they’d let her go, she said-

The door shuts. He twists so he can still see Quinn in his peripheral. Sheila’s face is a blank mask-no tears, no joy, no nothing. Just quiet determination and he doesn’t understand, she said…

“Mom?” The word feels thick and wrong in his mouth, but maybe…maybe she’s brainwashed or hypnotized or something, maybe she doesn’t…isn’t…

“Sorry, kid.” The words are harsh but her tone isn’t. Quinn giggles in the background but she sounds so far away and Sheila’s still pressing a gun against him. “It was you or me, and, well…it had to be you.”

What?

“Aww, come to mama, baby!” Quinn giggles again before straightening up and scowling. “Now.”

His feet drag him forward, sneakers scuffing against the white carpet an’ Heaven’s s’posed ta be white, innit, so why does this feel like Hell and what’s going on she said she said-

For once horrible, desperate second, he wants Bruce. Bruce wouldn’t…yeah, he’d thought, at first, that he’d left him but he knows that he didn’t, he really didn’t, he just…

Bruce wouldn’t have pulled a gun on him, he wouldn’t and God, if he’d just fucking talked to him-

“I did what you wanted, Quinn.” Sheila’s voice is so, so flat and is this all she wanted from the beginning? Is it? “Now call your man.”

Quinn doesn’t even look at her. She’s looking at Jason like she always did-like she’s torn between wanting to rip his head off and wanting to wrap him in a blanket and keep him.

This is his own goddamn fault, he just thought…just once, just once-

“Quinn!” Desperation now, and the gun wobbles against his hoodie as she steps out from behind him. “I did what you said! Call your man!”

Okay. Okay.

He forces himself to take a few deep breaths that taste like that last cigarette outside and says, voice as steady as he can make it, “Let her go, Harley. Leave her alone, I’ll. I’ll do what you want, just. Just let her go.”

“Aww, look at you!” Her pigtails sway and he finds himself oddly hypnotized by the movement. “I knew ya had to be Robin for a reason.”

Yeah. Yeah, he was Robin and that’s all he’ll ever be, the one that fucked up.

“Please, Harley.”

“Nyeh…” She adjusts her grip on the gun, finger dancing near the trigger, and looks down at her knuckles. “Eeny, meanie, miny, moe, catch a Batman by the toe. If he hollers, let ‘im go, eeny…meanie…miny…moe!”

He sees it before she does it, but there’s no time-he’s moved maybe half a centimeter before the gun goes off-

-and Sheila.

Falls.

His ears are ringing. They’re ringing and everything’s so white except her, all blonde and blue and so fucking red because Harley didn’t miss and if he’d been quicker, he should have been-

“Aww, don’t be sad!” Harley’s not alone, of course she’s not. He should have known from the start stupidstupidstupid. “Doncha know what happens to people who know too much?”

Her eyes are open. They’re open and they’re looking at him like this is his fault and it is if he hadn’t…

S’like Joker said, once.

“Good boys know how to lay down and DIE.”

“Mistah J had a spot for ya, baby.” Huh? “But you up an’ left us before it was time! So since it’s his birthday-” The fucker has no birthday he just appeared one day too evil for Hell. “-I thought I’d get my puddin’ somethin’-” She winks. “Real nice.”

And they’re on him.

Harley’s goons are dumb, but they’re also big and they manage to drag him down for a minute before he gets a knife out of his sleeve and drives it into the nearest jaw.

“Andre!” Yeah, Andre ain’t comin’ back from that any time soon. “I thought we taught you manners!”

He reclaims his knife and scrambles back up and okay okay maybe he can get outta this-

WHAM!

Lights out.

[ohlovelywar]

Movie Night

a/n: okay LISTEN i was going to bed when my brain decided to be an ass and give me a cuteass story idea and now we’re here sooo enjoy if this is crap i never posted it

Summary: Even superheros love movie nights 

Parings: Peter Parker x Stark! Reader

Warnings: some cursing cause i’m good at that, infinity war doesn’t exist here woo, too much writing but who really cares

Movie nights at the Avengers compound were Peter's favorite. In fact, they were everyone's favorite. The teams of enhanced and highly trained adults never got a minute to settle and do humane things, bond. Times like these were their favorites; where they could just sit and relax in their pajamas, enjoy some random comedy movie or sitcom with the people they fight side by side along with the added bonus of sharing this time with one of the people the team cares about most: Y/N Stark.

Y/N came into Tony's life at a rather unusual time. He remembers it vividly, wishing his 38 year old self hadn't freaked out so much.

****

Tony sat in the bar of his house. His freshly poured scotch on the rocks in his hand as he played around with the circular ice floating in the amber liquid. Nick Fury's words played in his head. "Avengers Initiative," "using your work to save people along with others just like you," "help fight the battles that the average civilian can't," what a load of bullshit. He scoffed as he sipped his drink. Yes, Tony wanted to use Iron-Man for good, to help others, but a team? No, Tony worked best on his own. He didn't need a team nor did he need to be babysat. And "fighting the battles that the average civilian cant"? This isn't Godzilla. There aren't aliens or gods or monsters. Just humans with corrupt hearts and minds. Boy was he wrong.

The loud chime of his home's door bell rang throughout, making Tony sigh.

"Pepper will you be a dear and get that for me thanks," he took another sip of his drink, wishing to just be alone. He listened as her heels moved across the titled floor, as she opened the door to the mysterious person outside his house.

"Uh Tony?" Pepper's usually calm and in charge voice was now replaced with one of uncertainty and concern. "I-I think you should come see this."

"Not now Pep," he grit his teeth. God, why won't anyone get the message.

"No, now Tony." He let another sigh as he dragged himself to the door, scotch still in hand.

"What's the point of having you open the door for me if you're just going to..." he stopped himself after looking outside. A girl, no older than six or seven, stood at his doorstep with nothing but a backpack on her back, a letter in hand, and tears in her eyes that somehow still seemed hopeful.

"Daddy?" Her tiny voice let out once meeting his eyes. Tony's heart stopped. Daddy? Daddy. No one ever said anything about him possibly being a dad to any child.

"What's your name?" Pepper asked the small child, kneeling so she was eye level with her.

"Y/N. Y/N Stark." Pepper's blue eyes met Tony's brown ones. Stark. She's a Stark.

"There's no way..."

"Tony...just look at her." You didn't need a rocket scientist to see that Y/N and Tony were in fact related. She was almost an exact copy of him: dark brown hair, brown eyes, slightly tanned white skin, a face that could get anything she wants. The nose though, the nose wasn't his. Who's was it?

Tony's eyes moved to the letter in his "daughter's" hands. The name "Tony" was written out in beautiful cursive across the front of the folded lined paper. The handwriting seemed familiar to Tony, he just couldn't pinpoint where he's seen it before.

"Can I see that, Y/N?" He asked in a small voice, fear rippling through his normally steady voice. Y/N handed him the letter without hesitation. Her mommy told her that it was very very important for her daddy  to read that letter. His breathing slowed as he read it:

Dear Tony,

               Wow, it's been a while, hasn't it. Six, almost seven years now. You probably don't remember me. I mean, of course you don't remember me. You're a "billionaire, philanthropist, playboy" who "doesn't have time nor want women like me wearing him down". It's Lily, Lily Sharp, in case you somehow remember that name. After our little "reunion" in Italy that one spring day in 2002, I found out I was pregnant. And I haven't been with a man for months so, it had to have been yours. But, after your blow up I decided not to burden you with your own child. So, I kept her a secret. But you were not secret to her. No, I wanted her to grow up knowing who her father was and how great he is. Because even though you're a jerk Tony Stark, you're a genius who's going to change the world someday. And I wanted her to know that she has that in her blood.

Now, you're probably wondering "why the hell did you wait six years to tell me this?" The truth is... I never planned on telling you. But, life has a funny way of changing plans because, I'm bankrupt. And I can't take care of Y/N anymore. The bank was threatening to take her away to some orphanage upstate. I couldn't do that to her Tony. So, I did the best I could. I gave her to the man who will be able to take care of her: her own father.

She's dying to know you Tony. She loves you. And I know you're probably thinking that I'm lying about her being yours (but just look at her, she's you with my nose), you can go ahead and as many DNA tests as you want to prove that I'm wrong. But you'll find that she's yours. She loves you Tony. And she wants your love more than anything in the world. She wants to know about the great man that I always told her about, the one we would always watch on TV together as that was the closest she could ever get being in the same room as you, the one I lied for, the one I lied about to keep her safe. Please, give her a chance. She's a great kid and  deserves so much more than either of us could give her, but at least you have the money to at least try.

Love, Lily

PS Tell Y/N that I love her so so much and that I'll see her soon.

She never did.  

Tony was scared out of his mind. His own father failed him, he had gone six years without knowing the existence of his own daughter, he had Nick Fury on his back wanting him to join some superhero team, up until two minutes ago Iron-Man and Stark Industries were his number one priority, so how the hell was he supposed to all of a sudden be a good father to this innocent child. Tony hesitated in taking her in. Not to be a jerk, not because he didn't care about her, but because he didn't think he could do it. He didn't think that he could be the father that Y/N thinks he is, the father that he knows Y/N deserves.

"Tony, now's your chance!" Pepper told him as she followed him into the bar. Y/N was left behind in the living room with Happy. The bodyguard tried to kept the young girl entertained, but failed miserably, kids are not his forte. "You can end this bad parenting cycle."

"No I can't Pepper!" Tony yelled as he slammed his glass on the bar, turning around to face her. "I can't be the parent that she needs. She's expecting some great man to be her dad, and that's not me. I will only fail her."

"No you won't. You're just saying that because you're scared."

"I have every right to be! I'm not good for her. I-I can't do this. I'm all alone. I can't even take care of myself."

"Who said anything about doing this alone?" Pepper's words sank into Tony's head. "You aren't going to do this alone. I will help you. Happy will help you. Rhodey will help you. You aren't alone Tony," she stepped closer to him with every word. "We aren't going to let you do this alone. Okay?"

"Okay," he pulled her in for an unexpected hug. He wasn't alone. He will never be alone. He was going to be the best he could be for Y/N. Everything was going to be okay

****

Since that day, Tony has been forever grateful to Pepper, Happy, and Rhodey. They helped him raise his precious daughter Y/N. Sure it was hard, parenting is never easy, let alone when your child suddenly enters your life, you have an act to clean, AND your Iron-Man, but they worked it out. Tony and Y/N were a power duo and nothing could stand in their way; not Vanko, not AIM, not the Mandarin, not Killian, not Ultron, not any aliens from space. Tony promised to always keep Y/N as a top priority, to keep her safe, to always come back home. And Y/N always promised to trust her dad, no matter how unsteady his plan may seem, things always seemed to work out.

Tony sat on the white couch with Steve and Rhodey, looking to the right on the matching white Lay-Z-Boy where his daughter was curled up against her loving boyfriend, Peter Parker. She wasn't a kid anymore. She wasn't the six year old girl who showed up motherless on his doorstep. She was a teenager now, falling in love and making mistakes. As much as he wished time would stop so he could hold on to her for just a little longer, he knew he couldn't.

Y/N sat with her boyfriend as her eyes grew more and more tired and she took in the warmth that her personal cushion provided and his signature scent: vanilla and mint. She was aware of her father's gaze on her back. She knows that he was worried about her, he always is he's a parent.

"Worrying means you suffer twice," she teased him.

"You got that from Harry Potter," he pointed out. She rolled her eyes at her father, the two of them sharing a similar stance: arms crossed in front of their chest and a rise brow. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree.

"Technically Newt Scamander, but he isn't wrong you know!"

She always said this to him. And he knew she was right, though he never admitted it. But didn't stop him from "suffering twice". She thinks that he likes worrying now. And yes, there is an ever so slight distrust in Peter, he is dating his precious baby girl daughter after all, but Tony trusted Peter whole-heartedly, everyone knew that. Peter has done nothing but prove himself worthy since Tony first saw a clip of the teenage boy from Queens stopping a bus with his bare hands.

Y/N Stark and Peter Parker were inseparable, even before they met each other. Y/N had always heard stories from the team about "a teen in spandex who stole Cap's shield",  and was constantly quoting ridiculous pop culture references. Y/N wanted to meet the boy, finding him entertaining and wanting to be his friend. Peter on the other hand, had no knowledge of Y/N existence, barely anyone did. Tony kept her a secret to keep her safe. And she didn't mind, being in the shadows has it's perks. The team didn't know if they were ever going to meet, until Tony invited Peter to the compound.

****

The elevator doors opened, revealing the hallways of the Avenger's compound.

"Holy shit! I'm really in their compound!" Peter excitedly whispered to himself. Be cool Parker, be cool for once in your god damn life.

He walked out of  the elevator and down the hall, taking in his surroundings: several costumes for each Avenger was on display. Several different models of Hawkeye’s bow and arrows. Different models of Falcon's wings, each lighter and more efficient than the last. Different costumes for Scarlet Witch, each one enhancing different aspects of her powers. Different costumes for Black Widows including all of her weapons. Nothing for The Hulk or Thor, not like they'd be able to showcase anything. Different models of War Machine's suit, each changing as Stark Industries tech. became more advanced. Different costumes that Captain America has had throughout the years as well as his iconic shield.

"Ha, I stole that," Peter smiled to himself.

And finally, some of Iron-Man's suits. From the first suit he ever used up until his most recent one: Mark 48. Peter stood in front of it in awe. That's the suit that Tony used during the battle with the other Avengers, the civil war if you will, the one that Peter was a part of.

"Hey kid!" Tony's voice suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

"Hey Mr. Stark!" Peter jumped back, pretending that Tony Stark totally just caught him fanboying over his suits. Tony let out a small chuckle, it's been five months and he's still calling him "Mr. Stark".

"Come on. I want to show you something."

Tony led Peter further down the hall, telling Peter things that went over his head. He lost track after "I'm proud of you from stopping that guy...". Proud. Tony Stark was proud of him.

"And that's why I want to give you, this." Tony revealed the surprise to Peter; a brand new suit. This suit was way more advanced than his current one, which is saying a lot. It still had the red and blue that Peter has come to love, just slightly darker, giving it a more mature look.

"Mr. Stark, this is...this is AMAZING! But I can't take it."

"What? Why not?"

"I've given a lot of thought about what you've said and I think I'm good sticking with just some more low profile  work. I mean, don't get me wrong, taking down huge bad guys is fun and all but, I'm not sure that I'm ready for it yet."

"Oh...okay kid. Sure. Yeah! That's...that's okay. You keep doing what you're doing and we'll be right here if you need us."

Peter made his way back to the elevator, Tony's words still sinking in. He's proud of me.

Making her way towards where her dad's press conference would be, Y/N also made her way down the hall, but the opposite direction. She recognized the slightly curled brown hair the minute she saw it.

"Oh my god," she whispered. "Peter!" she called out, gaining his attention. "Hi! I'm Y/N" she politely stuck her hand out for him to shake.

"Uh, hi," Peter breathed out. Why does a pretty girl my age want to talk to me in the Avengers Compound?

"I'm guess Tony already showed you the suit?"

"What? Oh! Yeah! Yeah yeah, he did." Peter was very confused, how did this girl know about him and the suit?

"What did you think?" a nervous smile played on her lips. Please say that you liked it. Please say that you liked it.

"It was amazing! Absolutely incredible!"

"Really!?" a full smile took over Y/N face. Peter didn't understand why, but he was more than happy talking about the suit that Mr. Stark had made him.

"Yeah! Mr. Stark really out did himself this time."

"Yeah. He sure did," she chuckled, looking down.

"Too bad I can't use it."

"What! Why not?" her eyes snapped up to his.

"Hey kid, you're still here?" Tony interrupted the two kids. "Oh, and I see you've met my daughter."

"What?! Daughter?" Peter's eyes widened. He never knew Tony had a kid.

"Yeah, surprise!" Y/N joked, looking at her dad with a smile. "How did the press conference go?"

"Great, as per usual."

"Cocky much?"

"That's where you get it from sweetheart."

"Wait," Peter now interrupted, "I never knew you had a kid."

"No one did! Not even him," Y/N gestured at her father.

"She is right. I decided to keep her from the media. You know, our line of work isn't exactly ideal."  

"I'm cool with it though. I mean, not every kid gets to grow up and say that they basically live with the Avengers."

"Wait so...you know?" Peter asked cautiously.

"I do Spiderling," the girl teased. Peter rolled his eyes jokingly.

"Oh great you too."

"I get it from him," she nudged her dad.

"She's actually the one who designed your suit."

"Wait really?" Peter's eyes widened again. Y/N laughed.

"Yeah. After dad told me what your costume was, I knew I couldn't let New York's friendly neighborhood Spider-Man fight crime in a onesie."

"It..It wasn't a onesie. But thank you, the suit is amazing. KAREN is fantastic."

"Who's KAREN?" Tony asked, very confused.

"His AI," Y/N informed him, "the one I helped created. You know, the one you wanted to be really encouraging because.."

"Okay that's enough oh child of mine!" Tony stopped his daughter before she purposefully revealed too much. "We have to get going Spiderling, but you're welcome back here any time."

"Bye! I'll see you again?" Y/N asked, hopefully.

"Yeah yeah. Definitely." She smiled at him before following her dad into the lab. Yup, they were going to be seeing each other a lot more often.

****

Y/N and Peter's relationship quickly evolved from friends to boyfriend and girlfriend, not that the team minded in anyway. They all absolutely adored the two. Sure some believed that the two were just two teens blinded by love and were eventually going to break-up, but the team truly believed that the couple was in it for the long haul.

The rest of the team was beginning to grow tired; Wanda, Nat, and Bucky were on the floor in front of the couch while Clint was in the other Lay-Z-Boy to the left of the couch. The current episode of Brooklyn 99 ended, the show only on per Y/N's demanding request. The next episode began to load until Tony's Hulu account as yawns from the tired superhero's and their favorite girl began to fill the family room.

"What do we say team? Call it a night?" Steve asked the group.

"I don't know. Why don't we ask our Brooklyn 99 sponsor: Ms. Y/N Stark?" Clint teased. But Y/N was fast asleep in Peter's arms, content.

"Y/N?" Peter gently shook her. Small whimpers fell from her lips from the action as she stirred in Peter's arms, getting comfortable again. "Yeah, she's out."

"Alright, well I guess we'll call it a night!" The team began to get up and stretch as Peter questioned what to do about the sleeping girl in his arms. Tony looked over at the two and his heart swelled.

"Why don't we all sleep out here tonight?" He suggested, his eyes never once leaving the two sleepy teens. "We haven't done that in a while."

"The last time we did it was before Wanda, Bucky, Sam, and Peter joined, when Y/N was ten," Nat brought up.

"All the more reason to do it," Rhodey concluded, already grabbing the blankets and pillows.  Tony grabbed a blanket and laid it on his daughter and Peter.

"Good night you two," he whispered, mostly to Peter.

"Good night Mr. Stark," Peter whispered back, his eyes beginning to close as the warmth from the blanket and his girlfriend was pulling him into a deep sleep. Tony shook his head with a smile.

"It's Tony, Peter, Tony." He left to his designated spot on the couch as Peter pulled Y/N closer with a smile on his face. Y/N nuzzled her head into the crook of his neck and pressed a sleepy kiss on his skin. Yeah, movie nights were Peter's favorite.

[fromtheshadcws]

NO ONE ASKED FOR THIS but i’m gonna do it anyway because i need to chill after some heated OW matches lmao

ѩ - Are there any characters that you love, but simply cannot role play?

Iiiii haven’t ran into any yet? I struggle more with some characters than others, I don’t really ever do ‘fully good’/’fully evil’ just because that’s kinda boring to me. 

Җ - What’s your greatest source of inspiration when it comes to role playing?

other people, other books/movies, music, my own fucked up brain :’)

ℛ - Are you religious?

nope

♬ - Do you listen to music when you write? If yes, what kind of music?

hell yeah! I have a ton of playlists of my own and i also listen to the ones all my friends make, lately its been all Gabe playlists for obvious reasons hah

ᚡ - Random fact about the mun?

uhhhh. i once got hospitalized for appendicitis but once they’d opened me up they decided my appendix was fine. that was a trip. also, i have a great memory for song lyrics but can’t sing to save my life/

✒ - Do you have a preference when it comes to gender regarding your muses?

nope. my main muses on tumblr have all been male, but then i have a fuckton of ocs and they’re fairly evenly distributed on the gender spectrum.

ಹ - Share a story from your childhood!

uh. i don’t have any interesting stories from my childhood. once i got my head stuck in the stairway, in between two steps. i was obviously a briliant child.

෴ - Tell us about your day.

it was pretty normal tbh. my weekends suck so im always kinda happy when it’s monday, i just worked and then gamed with some nerds, and now im chilling here!

㉘ - How do you usually spend your birthdays?

i don’t celebrate them. at all.

⨌ - If you ever had the opportunity to clone yourself, would you?

nobody wants two of me, tbh.

ᚖ - Do you wear makeup?

very occasionally. its fun to play with, but i cant do much past eyeliner and mascara lmao.

༺ - Do you have any siblings? What’s your relationship with them like?

one sister, bad.

๛ - Share an embarrassing story about yourself!

uh every day is embarrassing to be honest, im a fucking mess. i tend to mishear people, im socially awkward, i walk into shit because im clumsy as fuck. take your pick/

❤ - Are you and/or your muse currently in love with someone?

yes! gabe has jack, hanzo and genji in different verses lmao, i LOVE SHIPS OK, and i am engaged to and in love with @dontcallmeahero <3

ℳ - Do you think you have a good handwriting?

lmao no. it’s fucking horrid.

☢ - When was the last time you went to the cinema? What movie did you watch?

uhhhhh in november? i think, we went to see venom :>

⨕ - Are you a jealous role player?

i try not to be! i have my insecure moments, but mostly i just wanna have fun AND more importantly that my friends have fun, and i enjoy reading their writing immensely even if its not with me :>