#you can rb to respond i just wanted this under a cut

[l2vedive]

TOXIC TILL THE END w. kim mingyu

fighting in the rain + angst (1,085)

pairing: kim mingyu x fem!reader

note: thank you rosie for giving me even more writing juice while it rained two nights ago 🎀 if you liked this , please rb with your thoughts and give it a heart. thank you !

the rain drenches both of you, icy and unrelenting, but the cold pales in comparison to the chill between you. mingyu stands there, soaked and trembling, his eyes pleading with you, but you don’t flinch. the exhaustion, the frustration—it all boils over, spilling out in waves you can’t control anymore.

"you don’t get it, do you, gyu?" you start, your voice sharp, cracking under the strain. "all these years—seven years—and you still don’t see it. everything i’ve done, everything i’ve given up, and for what? for you to chase something that’s tearing us apart? for me to feel like i’m always the one holding us together while you… you just get to dream?"

mingyu shakes his head, stepping closer, his voice shaking. "it’s not like that, i swear. i’m not just doing this for me! it’s for us—our future. don’t you see that, (your name)? if i give up now, i’ll regret it forever, and I don’t want that. i don’t want you to unlove me like that."

"unlove you?" you laugh bitterly, the sound hollow, cutting through the rain. "you think this is about unloving you? gyu, i’m falling apart. every day, i feel like i have nothing of myself to pick up and put back together anymore. do you know? what it feels like to come home after working and studying for hours, to be so drained you can’t even think straight, only to feel like you're fighting in this relationship alone? do you even know what it’s like to feel so unseen?"

he freezes, his face contorting in pain, but you don’t stop. you can’t stop. it’s been building for too long.

"you’re chasing a dream that might never happen, gyu. and i’m here, trying to build a life for us—a real one! i’ve been pouring everything into us, into this future we’re supposed to have—we dreamed about. but all i’ve got left is nothing. i’ve got nothing, gyu." your voice cracks, and the tears finally fall, mixing with the rain as you sob. "how many more sacrifices am i supposed to make for you? how much of myself do i have to lose before you finally understand?"

"i do understand!" mingyu shouts, his voice desperate, his hands clenching into fists. "but i’m trying so hard, too. please.. i can’t just let this go—it’s all i’ve ever wanted. please, just give me more time. i’ll make it work, i promise. i promise i'll make it."

"more time?" you repeat, your voice trembling. "seven years, gyu. i’ve given you seven years of my life. my life! and now you’re asking for more? what happens when another year passes? or two? or ten? what will be left of me by then?"

his breath catches, and for a moment, he looks like he might fall apart. "don’t say that," he whispers, stepping closer. "please don’t say that. i love you. i love you more than anything, (your name). and i’ll do whatever it takes to make you stay. just don’t go. don’t leave me."

you stare at him, the rain pounding against your skin, and your heart feels like it’s being ripped apart. you love him—of course you do—but love isn’t enough anymore. it hasn’t been enough for the longest time. a long time ago you had ripped your heart out to put it in his hands and hoped that you both would fight for it. and it's funny because all you can think about in this very moment is when will you both stop trying.

"what will happen to us then, gyu?" you ask, your voice shaking with the weight of everything you’re feeling. "how many years of my life will be wasted if i stay? how many more nights will i cry myself to sleep, wondering if i’m ever going to be enough for you to choose me over your passion?"

he tries to respond, but the words fail him. all he can do is look at you, his eyes glossy, his chest heaving with unspoken loss. and in that silence, you realise it—the answer you’ve been seeing and living with.

"you already chose," you whisper, stepping back one final time. "you’ve been choosing, every single day. and now… now i have to choose, too."

mingyu's hand reaches out for you, but you turn away, your footsteps heavy, your heart shattering with each step you take. behind you, his voice breaks as he calls your name, begging, pleading, but you don’t stop.

because this time, you’re choosing yourself. and even though it feels like it’s killing you, you know you can’t keep drowning for someone who won’t reach for the surface with you.

[lautski-week]

HELLO LAUTSKI NATION

I would like to welcome you all to the second Lautski week!

Here are the prompts, but all future plans for the event, FAQ, and notes on the survey from last week will be under the cut!

SO! First off! Thank you to everyone who responded! To the people who suggested future prompts, they’re all in consideration for future events. Except one of the alternates. I replaced one of the original alternates with “Fairy Tale” for my own sake, I salute whoever suggested that.

Surveys came pretty overwhelmingly in favor of making Lautski week a semi-annual event, with one week in the summer and one in the winter. So don’t be too surprised if this account is revived again in April/May. As long as people are interested, I’ll keep running it!

And now, some general Q&A stuff!

Q: What are alternates?

A: Alternates are two extra prompts in case one of them leaves you stumped! They can be used any day, or they can not be used at all! It’s up to each individual participant!

Q: Do I have to do all seven days?

A: You’re free to do as many as you want! You can do all seven, you can do just a few, hell, you could do all nine in you wanted! This isn’t a challenge, it’s an event. The main goal is to make some posts about this ship we’re all brainrotting for and having fun.

Q: What can I make?

A: Anything you want! Art, fics, edits, memes, etc. Nothing’s off the table.

Q: How do I post?

A: I’ll reblog anything made for the event to this blog and my main. If you’d like to be featured, please @ THIS blog. Additionally, I’d recommend tagging works with #lautski week so everyone’s works can all be found in the same place.

Q: I was late! Can I still post?

A: Of course! I’ll keep reblogging new posts tagged #lautski week and/or mention this blog through December 13!

Q: Can I post to AO3, then link it back here?

A: Absolutely! Also, I recently found out “Lautski week” was wrangled into its own tag on AO3, so I guess it’s officially recognized now 😭 Granted, it mentions my old URL and assumed it would be an annual event. Either way, Lautski Nation has truly made it I guess. But point being, yes, that’s fine!

Q: Can I post to (insert any other fanfic site here) then link it back here?

A: Same as AO3. Go ahead!

Q: One of my wips fits *insert prompt here!* Can I post it for that day?

A: You can, but please don’t post before the event begins!

That’s it. I’m pretty sure. If there are any other questions/concerns, feel free to DM or send an ask! I’ll rb this both here and on main periodically until the event begins, but until then, I can’t wait to see everyone’s works! See y’all soon and have fun! 💛💚💜

[danthediamondminecart]

RBBTOBER DAY 13 - 14: ANGELS & DEMONS

Or: What if Tanqr made a different choice of ally in Season 3?

So like, I'm cheating in more than one way here. Firstly, the prompt says angels and demons, not angels and devils. Therefore, Pink and Tanqr still apply despite Tanqr not being a devil in my headcanons.

Secondly, the drabble for this prompt is an edited draft of a fic from...almost exactly a year ago, actually! I'd intended to write it into a full fic for Halloween, but then Nerdy Prudes Must Die came out and suddenly all I could think about what what eventually became Antithesis. I only got to the first 2 scenes. I'm super busy at the moment, so I decided to repurpose that draft to make the drabble, with some changes to give it an actual ending.

Said drabble under the cut!

Somewhere in the RB Battles universe, PinkLeaf is practising his parkour.

It’s tranquil here in the lobby, with no one else around. The hosts made a private server for the finalists to practise on, and he’s been getting as much use out of it as possible. Apparently he’s the only one of the finalists with a somewhat healthy sleep schedule, because it’s early morning, and no one’s here. He was under the impression that Kreek and Bella and Denis were also training a lot, so clearly they prefer to train late in the day.

He doesn’t mind that at all. It’s so much easier to focus when no one’s around, when no one’s yelling at him, when no one can disturb his thought process. Plus, he’d rather not have to talk to people in general. Instead all he can hear is the whistle of the wind flowing past him as he leaps through the air from building to building, getting ready to head into some minigames.

He heads back to the centre, not paying attention to anything around him, when a voice cuts through the silence.

“Morning, PinkLeaf. You’re up early.”

Pink turns to the direction of the sound to see Tanqr leaning up against a pillar near the centre of the map. They make eye contact and Tanqr waves, waiting for a response. PinkLeaf waves back and tries to ignore him, but it doesn’t work. 

“Where are you going? C’mere, let’s chat.”

Pink sighs and jumps down to a tree that’s a little bit taller than where Tanqr is standing, trying to keep the high ground, ensuring Tanqr has to look up to talk to him. Tanqr accepts that’s the best he’s going to get. 

“What do you want?” he asks.

“Listen, uh…” Tanqr walks up to the tree and hushes his voice. “Denis and Kreek are making an alliance in the run up to the finals. Don’t blame ‘em, they’re going to need some help to do any good.” he explains, laughing at his own taunts. Pink just finds it annoying. 

“I suppose so.” He’s not really surprised. Kreek’s probably going to try to get all the help he can get to try to beat Tanqr. 

“Those two - and, Bella, I guess - are very much a threat. To both of us.”

“Don’t…imply Bella’s not that good. She is.” Pink interrupts, much to his own surprise. When since did I care about Bella that much? 

“Oh? Didn’t know you two were friendly.” Tanqr raises an eyebrow.

“...We’re not. I’m just saying, don’t…don’t put the others down.”

“Not trying to, just that she’s not who I’m worried might beat us. Kreek’s been gunning for my title, and I’ve seen Denis honing his parkour skills and he’s good at it - he knows that’s your strong point.”

“I think most people know that’s my strong point.” Pink responds. He didn’t mean it as an insult, but Tanqr takes it like one, and he purses his lips.

“Well- anyway-” Tanqr grits his teeth before he puts himself back on track. “Seeing that, I had a thought. Why don’t we get ahead of the game?”

“What do you mean?”

“Here’s my offer. An alliance, of sorts. We work together in the finals to crush the others. You’ll be the speed, I’ll be the manpower. Together we can make up the brains.”

PinkLeaf pauses in shock at the offer, waiting for Tanqr to start laughing and teasing him. It takes a second to realise Tanqr’s being totally serious.

“Are you…asking me to team up?”

“Yeah, obviously.” Tanqr snarks. “I’m going to admit something here, so don’t mock me over it, but you scare me, y’know? Not that much, of course, but…enough. You’re powerful. Where I fail in speed, you make up for it. If I’m not careful, you could beat me. And vice versa. So instead of that…” Tanqr holds his hand out. “Let’s work together. Just you and me against the world, what’dya say?”

Pink doesn’t know what to do. On the one hand, he doesn’t trust anyone easily, let alone Tanqr. He would not be surprised if Tanqr was just using him. But on the other hand, allying with Tanqr would give him a much needed edge, a little confidence boost if someone has his back during the finals. And then again, if Tanqr’s using him to win, surely he can do the same? 

Pink weighs his options. He either risks having Tanqr as a direct enemy, have Tanqr’s sheer strength and brutality poised against him, or he gets to use it to his advantage even if Tanqr turns on him. And if he does, at least he’ll expect it. 

Ah, what the hell. 

“Okay. Sure. I’ll do it.” Pink replies, finally settling on a decision.

“Sweet.” Tanqr smiles widely, in a way that Pink can’t tell if it’s sinister or not. “Uh, take the handshake, make it official.” 

Pink does as he’s told, shaking Tanqr’s hand as quickly as possible. Tanqr chuckles a bit at his reluctance before outlining his plan. 

“You’re free for the next few hours, right?”

“...Yeah.”

“Okay, cool. We can train together then. Stay here, I’ll join you in about fifteen minutes - I need to grab a bite to eat. Haven’t had breakfast yet.” Tanqr turns away from Pink, giving him a wave. “See ya.”

“Oh, uh, bye.” 

Tanqr pulls out his phone, types something in, and he’s gone.

Pink’s alone once again. The call of the wind blows in his ears and he shivers. He hops down from the tree and sits on a railing, contemplating. 

Did he make the right decision? 

[justkillingthyme]

Hello! My name is Thyme or Valerie/Val, and this is my Layton blog!

IMPORTANT NOTE: I do not tag spoilers in rbs unless I know a mutual hasn’t seen it (I’m bad at keeping track so it only applies to plvspw right now) so follow at your own risk ig. I do try to tag general triggers though, and you can request a trigger tag. Currently, that only applies to smoking.

Did you want a master post of every AU I’ve ever done? Cause it’s right here.

My askbox is open, but I’ll probably be pretty slow at answering. Requests are on pause indefinitely, so my apologies if you requested something.

My username is the same on TikTok, Discord, and Bluesky if you want to add me

My sideblogs under the cut if you’re interested! + more general information about me and my content

@yourthymehascome is my nonpl sideblog

@nothymetospeak is my personal blog. Might complain there sometimes

@thymeisasocialconstruct is my blog for live-blogging games (currently playing Azran Legacy)

@ask-keats-and-co is my Bostonius askblog (not yet active, haven’t done anything with it yet)

@thehandsofthyme is my art blog (RBs of my main account and misc art I’ve done)

A little about me and the blog. Hi! I’m a minor, and I do get pretty anxious about talking with new people, tho I do still usually interact with people that talk to me first. I will always respond to dms, though asks are a little different (I sometimes just forget. Oops). Feel free to say whatever, but I dont reblog nsfw or suggestive things, and I try and keep that kind of content to a minimum while posting. I have said suggestive things before if you scroll back enough, but I do avoid that kind of thing now. Same applies for violence/death/gore and particular topics that I’m unsure of the audience for on my blog. I try and keep this a safe space.

That said, I do talk about canon typical events and I love me a good serving of angst. I’m not super explicit with anything without warning.

If I’m following you but have never interacted or liked your posts, I’m probably talking to you on anon, or rbing with one of my sideblogs. (<there are particular people that I’m nervous to talk to, but that might change).

[straightbaittournament]

straightbait tournament F.A.Q.

HEY: i am drawing free propaganda for anyone who can donate $5 or more to any of the funds or orgs in this post, such as this fund to help karam and his family rebuild their life.

where can i find the current polls?

all polls will be tagged as #straightbait tournament round (numeral), so you should be able to find current and completed polls by searching that on this blog.

you can find the updated bracket here.

round one results here.

round two results here.

rest of the faq under the cut:

what tags do you use?

#straightbait tournament round (numeral) - for polls from a specific round of the straightbait tournament.

#straightbait tournament - any post generally about the straightbait tournament.

#singles tournament round (numeral) - for polls from a specific round of the singles tournament.

#singles tournament - any post generally about the singles tournament.

#honor the fallen - posts announcing the eliminated baits from completed rounds.

#announcements - important announcements such as start and end dates for each round and other information directly related to the tournaments.

#mod talks - casual posts and most asks. if you only want to see info that is prescient to the tournament, you can block this tag.

#(ship or character names) propaganda - propaganda for individual straightbaits.

#basics - posts concerning "vital" information, like rules and faqs, although i'm pretty sure that tag is busted atm, so this faq is kind of taking the place of those posts. you can find the original rules post here.

#other tournaments - posts promoting other tournaments, in which this blog has been tagged. there are some pretty cool ones in there!

what's your policy on ties?

only a perfect 50/50 counts as a tie. if one bait is even .1% higher than another, they win. i did this because i thought it would be funny and i also want to avoid tiebreaker rounds as much as possible

do you reblog propaganda?

yes! you are free to tag me in propaganda or to send it as an ask, although i may not reblog/respond to anti-propaganda (you're free to tag me though)

what are you counting as straightbait?

the definition of straightbait in this tournament is intentionally very loose, and the poll question is also vague on purpose (is it celebratory or derogatory? who knows). i've accepted submissions with more obvious examples of "straightbait", such as cases where m/f couples are teased but never get together, or couples who seem straight but are revealed to be queer. however, i've also accepted couples where they have some kind of weird fucking thing going on that could be interpreted a number of ways but isn't straightforward canonical m/f romance, "buried straights" who die after romance is confirmed, and a number of other things. i go more into this tournament's definition of straightbait here and here. i don't believe straightbait is an actual thing i'm just having fun and being sillay

why is this couple in the tournament if they get together canonically?

see above. in most cases where this question comes up, we're talking about buried straights. if the characters in question are queer, it is straightbait at least partially by virtue of those characters not being straight. and if neither of the above, the answer you are looking for will be in the propaganda.

you're free to argue about the validity of a straightbait in the tags, amongst yourselves, or in propaganda, but please don't come to me about whether a bait should or shouldn't be in the tournament

for more on queer characters being submitted to this tournament see this post and the tags of this post

what is The Policy?

i used to rb posts that i tagged with #as per The Policy. the policy says that any time i encounter a post on my dash that is related to one of the pairs in this tournament such that it could be used as propaganda, i have to reblog it. i decided to stop doing this because i realized it just biases the tournament in favor of the media tastes of my dash lmao

how were the matchups decided?

i sorted all my submissions into popularity tiers, then randomized matchups within each tier, so characters were matched up with others of equal or similar popularity to the best of my ability. tiers were based on how many submissions a pair received and how well they did in the singles tournament. there were five or six tiers in total, although it's been long enough since i made the bracket that i do not remember the exact number. if you ask me for more details on this there is a good chance i will no longer remember hdjshkdsj

what is the singles tournament?

the singles tournament was a preliminary tournament that i ran for every pairing or character that was only submitted once, hence "singles". i only automatically qualified straightbaits with more than one submission, so i did this to allow more submissions to enter the main tournament without having to create an absolute monster of a tournament. also a chance to see your blorbo in a poll at least once, even if they didn't qualify

what should i do if you've gotten something wrong?

send me an ask or a message, or leave me a comment! if you send an ask, please specify if you want me to answer it privately, as i will answer publicly by default. although be advised if i've made a typo in a poll option or poll title, i cannot edit it

what should i call you?

i've been referring to myself as straightmod/mod, but you can also call me karinyo! i use they/them, he/him, and ze/hir

[wavesmp3]

some of my fave rbs or asks or comments ive received... thank you all :) - no need for anyone to respond or anything to this, just really wanted to put this together more for myself - i doubt most of your remember these but i do heh [more under the cut, and perhaps lil notes too depending on the comment]

the first three!! major huge moments for me. from sha (@dinoshaur) one of the first comments i received on a work that wasn't fanfic exactly. meant the world to me then, and still does now. | from @redevenir the very very first comment (i believe) i ever ever received on the sea is yours to take,, it's been nearly 4 years since i first posted that piece and people still somehow find it, and it all started with that rb | and from choco ! @chocosvt one of the very first comments/rbs i got when i started properly writing on tumblr in 2020, this got the ball rolling on what became (and still is) such a dear passion/hobby of mine (also also can you believe i still use the mlist banner that choco oh so kindly made for me ages ago LOL its beautiful, i'll never get rid of it as long as this blog exists

and moment of silence for my old url :0

the first one... when another line of mine is quoted in another piece of mine's comments... head in hands forever. 2/3 of these were left by @gracefulweather (one for sure is, and i think the uquiz comment was also left by them but not sure) but thank you either way sherri!! | the second sc tbh i don't remember who left it but it was on tsiytt and it made me feel like i achieved something in crafting that world. although i may never revisit that world in writing, i revisit it often in my mind.

flower anon your comments meant so much to me, i hope youre still out there somewhere doing well :) | and to the other anon that left the second one, i was speechless and honored to reach that ask

@hhjs amal's comments have always made me feel like im doing something otherworldly which isn't true at all but i will forever love rereading their tags. also just amal's mind in general, i wanna pick your brain forever

n! i already made an emo missing n post but here are some comments from them lol. and the last one!!! me and water <3333 when people starting associating me with water/ocean/sea/waves too <333333

@heavenlyhaechan zahra!!! there were so many ones i could have put here but this one seemed to sum it all up. you get me :p if you see this, i hope you've been well :))

@dapingu the first and third one are just ones that make me giggle still LOL and then the second one is one that i hold so so close to me cause i had absolutely no idea if anyone would read that piece but then you did ! and you left this comment even after the fact too! i was so touched. i feel like i should personally apologize for making no moves to continue the series (and probably also for deactivating the gifts and sins blog) BUT thank you nonetheless. and as a added bonus you never failed to make me laugh so thank you also for that

@thepixelelf ursa!!!! the first one is horribly cut off but is prob one of my fave notes you ever left on a fic of mine (battling also with that one sunwoo recovery files style inspired drabble) and then ofc i couldn't not mention the 'boo you whore' comment :D also so glad to have you on this site still and to have your friendship and to look at bees and bears and think of you :) you mean the world to me

@kabira manx i think the fact that there are so many screenshots here speaks for itself like... i just simply could not bring myself to pick one !!! i am so lucky to have found you on here. i think in a way you helped me find out what i was good at and what i liked about my own writing before i even figured it out myself <3

@sagescaffeinemania the first one made me laugh and the second one makes me emo. feels like a declaration of love in way but i don't mean that in a weird way LOL i think your support on oasis singlehandedly introduced so many others to that piece, how can i ever thank you for that? and i apologize if i haven't even attempted a thank you yet

@cuppasunu KYU your bulleted comments on my silly long fics always meant so much to me ,, i know its been a very very long time but i hope you've been well

@blossom-hwa lina! best for last some might say. i mean you must know how much that oasis rb meant to me right? because it means the world. i think you calmed every doubt i had about that piece and lifted even higher everything i loved about it too. and the first sc esp, i couldn't have said it all better myself. that scene felt like i risk when i was writing it and im so glad it played out the way i was hoping it to and not the dreadful other way lol | and as for the second screenshot. really i think i love that comment because of how you wrote it more than what you said about the piece if that makes sense. one can tell from that little paragraph alone what a writer(!) you are. i love rereading that comment but i think i mainly just love reading your writing lol (dont think im not making my way through worn out soles)

[cringebunby]

My name is Herbert ! I use He/It pronouns :3

This is simply a side blog for me to figure stuff out without being judged too hard by people I know lol

My most active art blog is @pocketwatch414 & my main/reblogging page is @candy-skullz

My only DNI is Bigots and creeps (creeps includes proship n shit like that yall are gross go away pls)

Idk if I'll be too active on here yet

Little list of cringe stuff I do, or am interested in, under the cut

I'm a Therian and Other/Fictionkin !!

My Theriotypes are a Bunny (Thrianta Bunny) and a Goat (Nubian Goat).

My otherkintypes are Demonkin and Eldritchkin.

My main ID fictkins are Herbert Pocket from South Park (and any other media tbh) and Shrimpo (Dandys World) :3

I'm also a furry !! I have a few sonas here and there (often based on my therio/kintypes)

Emo trans agender femboy

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The Brain Gang !!

Got a gang of Imaginary friends, little friend group in my brain :3 These link to their intros:

🧋

✒️

🌠

🐾

🗡

Tagging list

🧠.txt = Brain gang talk

🧠.png = Brain Gang images

🧠.rb = Brain Gang reblogs

[Emoji] = Just used on posts about the specific member

[Emoji].txt = Either talking about them or talking from their perspective (will likely be specified)

[Emoji].png = Images or drawings of them

[Emoji].rb = reblogs for/related to them

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I tend to be socially anxious so if you want to reach out you can, I like making new friends, just be a little patient about it pls. I may take a bit to respond

I tend to be better at talking about my interests rather than regular convos (ofc still open to those) sorry if I seem dry outside of that

I have trouble with tone over text, tone tags arent needed, but they help a bit (just pls dont overuse them)

[mercury-lattice]

Introduction.

I am Cinnabar, a member of the @interstellarsystem. I use he/they pronouns and am demimale. I'm a noncanon Web + Desolation avatar sourced from The Magnus Archives--I don't remember meeting any canon individuals, but I'm fine with sourcemates regardless.

I'm not normally very social, but I don't mind people interacting--I just might take a while to get the energy to respond.

More under the cut.

Identity

We're a DID system, but we won't tolerate any exclusionism here. Systems of ALL origins are welcome--I won't put up with anti-endo shit, we're quoigenic and honestly I think origin labels lately seem to mainly serve as just a reason to hate more than anything constructive.

Anyway, all of us are alterhuman or nonhuman on some level. I don't consider myself to be human, or really of any particular species. I just am, now that I don't have The Web or The Desolation here to fuel me or choose my path.

I'm an intra-disorder holder of NPD and/or potentially ASPD, if you have an issue with that then you can leave. We also experience psychosis and are diagnosed with schizoaffective disorder--same rule as above, if you take issue, goodbye.

I consider myself terrorpunk, meaning I give literally 0 shits if you find me cringe or "evil" or whatever for any reason. Stay in your lane and I'll stay in mine.

DNI + Boundaries

I don't have a DNI, I'll just block as I please. I also doubt I'd read anyone elses--I shouldn't have to scroll through pinned posts or inaccessible carrds to look for your discourse opinions, just block me if you don't want me interacting.

Overall I won't tolerate any form of exclusionism--which result in guaranteed blocks--but that's pretty much a given.

Tags

#op - My posts.

#rb - Reblogs.

#srb - Reblogs from our own blogs.

#alterhuman, fictionkin, etc - Community specific tags.

#sources - Posts about my source(s).

#the magnus archives - Posts specifically about TMA.

#terrorpunk - Terrorpunk vibes.

#the web - Posts reminiscent of The Web.

#the desolation - Posts reminiscent of The Desolation.

#art - Art posts.

#aesthetic - Aesthetic posts.

| Ask me Anything | Our Website | Main Blog | Trigger Warnings |

[moonlitmanor]

(To be filled in later!)

Rules for mobile users under the cut!

∙  THIS IS A SIDEBLOG. All likes/follows will come from my main bugsbloom

∙  This blog is for 18+, I will not interact with minors. Adult themes may be present on this blog.

∙  I do not do smut threads, but I am okay with shipped muses doing intimate acts as a fade-to-black. Suggestive posts will be tagged appropriately.

∙  Basic rp rules: No godmodding, metagaming, powerplay, reblogging threads that aren’t your’s, etc. If you have a reputation of doing any of these, then there’s a big chance that I won’t rp with you.

∙  Going off that if you are making me uncomfortable I have every right to disengage or even softblock, the same goes vice versa! 

∙  I am a novella roleplayer, you don’t have to worry about matching lengths or anything! But I do ask to not only be met with just one liner after one liner unless it’s crack/dialogue interactions.

∙  While I am not mutuals exclusive, mutuals will almost always get response priority over non mutuals, this is no offense to you of course. I just feel more comfy writing if I am more familiar with the person I’m roleplaying with!

∙  IM is for OOC only, so please don’t try to full on rps with me there (Though, plotting and light rp is a-okay)

∙  No personals trying to interact with rp-related stuff please. Personals sending in rp memes or interacting with starter calls will be ignored (unless you are using your personal blog to send in something for an rp sideblog). However, personals can send in ask memes and general questions.

∙  Wanna rp with me? Don’t be shy! Message me and we could totally plan something out. But keep in mind that I’m semi-selective, so I’m a ever so slightly picky about who I rp with. No offense to you of course, I’m just neurodivergent

∙  No killing! bad! Violence is allowed, just nothing too extreme. It’s important you let me know if your muse is going to significantly harm mine just so I can get prepared.

∙  If I haven’t responded to a thread for a few days and you feel that I might have forgotten, don’t be afraid to shoot me a message! You aren’t being pushy or bothering me. However, don’t spam me please, I rarely forget forget about replies I gotta do and I’m most likely being slow due being busy so please be patient!

∙ Speaking of which, don’t be afraid of being slow. Take all the time you need, I don’t mind waiting! I understand that sometimes you don’t have muse or you’re busy and that is a-okay! Don’t worry, your replies are worth the wait

∙  Reblog karma is not enforced, although it is preferred if you send in something if you rb it from me. It would make me do a little :] face

∙  Mun ≠ Muse. If my muse doesn't like yours, that doesn't mean I dislike you as a person.

∙  I am okay with retconning! If something isn’t working out we can redo it 100%, please don’t feel like everything is final! If it’s making you unhappy, it’s not worth keeping

∙  I don’t mind if you reblog musings/aesthetics from me, just don’t reblog too many at one time. I don’t want my notifications to have a heart attack ^^;;

∙  Shipping is OPEN, and I am multi-ship!

∙ Open starters do not expire and can be responded to at any time! In fact it’s encouraged! 

Please don’t interact with me if you classify as/support/participate in the following:

- Basic criteria

- Zionists (It's on the basic DNI as well, but it bears repeating.)

- "Yanderecore"

I am going to be very selective (but not 100% closed off from) interacting with muses from the following media:

- Hazbin Hotel / Helluva Boss

I’m okay with fans of these following me, however will not roleplay with characters from the following media:

- Your Boyfriend (Visual Novel)

- South Park

- Harry Potter or any JK Rowling works

- Transformers

- Dayshift At Freddy’s (Dialtown is fine tho!)

[ajxrn-archive]

rant under the cut . doubt anyone will see it but who cares anymore.

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I’m tired of not being interacted with.

I always have to start the conversation. My ask box is empty 24/7. Maybe once in a while someone else will start a convo with me. I constantly get notes and I look and its just the kosa post I made. I might turn rbs/notifs off or delete it at this point. Someone I thought was my friend fucked up our friendship and I realized they didn’t actually value me in the first place. I joined the discord right when everything fell apart and practically everyone left. Half of my friends aren’t online often. I’m active in the discord and try to fucking fix everything and keep it lively and fun for everyone and it feels like nobody else fucking cares as much as I do.

idk.

I’m just really lonely and I feel like nobody cares to speak with me yknow. I reblog or make ask games, and I don’t get asks any asks. I tag friends in posts and they don’t rb or just acknowledge them. People always liked and never reblogged my art so I gave up posting it. I don’t get tagged in stuff and that made me hate picrew/reblog chains so I don’t do them anymore. Im always initiating conversations. I vent too much and complain and I can be rude so maybe that puts people off from me.

I just feel like I have stressed myself by trying to put in so much effort just for others to…not? Even back then when I was an anon. I would send rambles and ask people about their day and be super friendly just for..barely any response.

The last time my friends seemed to care so much was when I made my suicide note post at like, what, 14? I was begged to stay. People said they loved me so much and I mattered a lot to them.

..And then the next day it went back to no interaction.

I have ONE fucking irl friend and I’m grateful to have her and she means the world to me but fuck I’m so lonely. I even just talk to my animals like people at this point. I try to send asks to friends and they never get answered or the replies are short. Nobody sees my posts despite the fact I have 44 followers. Which irritates me. And half of those people followed for art and I can’t even do that anymore.

i feel like everyone liked me better when I was in the Lu fandom and under the different name. I got way more interactions back then. People saw my art more even though it was bad. Friends sent asks and DMs. People responded to my tagging. I would reblog ask games and I’d GET asks. I would post something and it would get attention. But now it’s so empty.

I used to post a headcanon about a character and people would say they loved it. Now I do it and it goes unnoticed. I talk about shit I like now and nobody fucking cares. Nobody listens. It pisses me the fuck off. Oh but if I came back as old me and started talking about lu again I’d get SOO much fucking attention.

I saw friends talk to eachother in huge reblog chains. I saw people reblog their mutuals posts all the time. Constantly answering asks. Talking about dm conversations. Everyone I was friends with. It feels like being in a huge circle of people yet everyone forgot about you. Even when you cut people off they didn’t notice. And that really shows that you weren’t of value in the first place. They didn’t care. You meant nothing to them. There was always someone who mattered more.

I feel invisible and honestly unwanted. And that really fuels my whole abandonment issues. Its so nice knowing people will leave you because they always have someone who’s more important. Someone they favor. Someone more valued.

I could post a suicide note right now and suddenly people would care. People would want to talk to me. People would ‘like’ me.

that really shows that people don’t care until your gone.

[alastorss]

𝒇𝒂𝒚𝒆 ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱

20s / any pronouns / the thorn in alastor's side ♡︎

𝒏𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒈𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

resources for palestine | daily click for palestine

masterlist ✮ taglist ✮ forevermore (series) masterlist

requests are open! feel free to send your thoughts

𝑭𝑨𝑸 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒆𝒔

requesting, interactions, and all that ↓ below cut (please like this once you've read my rules!)

• DNI with me if you are racist, homophobic, transphobic, xenophobic, RCTA, or anything of the sort

• this may seem like a strange ask but pleaaassee please please do not recommend me or my works on tiktok 🙏

do you take nsfw requests?

no, i don't write any nsfw. the most i will do is suggestive. along with nsfw, i won't write: (TW!) yandere, extreme gore, incest, self-harm, eating disorders, non-consensual, etc. additionally, i ask that you please not send requests you've already sent to other authors

how can i see your writing posts only / what tags do you use?

i have a writing tag! if you want to see only writing, you can block all my other tags (tagged in this navigation post). all my writing will be posted under faye's thoughts!

- faye's thoughts — ☁️ (writings)

- on air! ☽｡⋆ (posts that don't fall into other categories)

- inbox (˃̵ᗜ˂̵ ) (inbox asks)

- reblogs ཐིཋྀ (general rbs)

- reblogs: fics ★彡 (fic or writing recs)

- reblogs: art ★彡 (art recs)

do you write oc x character?

unfortunately not!! and i try and keep the appearance of the reader as ambiguous as possible so that everyone has a chance to read! that means i don't describe skin colour, hair colour or texture, eye colour, body type, etc. or descriptions like "their face turned red". and i additionally try to avoid using any pronouns at all, only "you/your/yours" etc. i will occasionally use they/them though if necessary to keep it gender neutral

why haven't you written my request?

i'm a deadly combination of extremely slow writing, easy writer's block, and full-time school. i do my best to respond to most of the things in my inbox, but it may take me a while. otherwise, i might not be able to think of anything to write for a specific request so it will sit for a long time. please be patient and don't spam my inbox with the same request 🫶

do you only write for alastor?

nope, alastor is just the character i am most familiar with and comfortable writing. if you'd like to see any other characters, i'd be willing to give it a try

can we be mutuals?

i don't actively seek out mutuals, rather my moots are just people i naturally became friends with through interactions/mentions :) they are incredibly nice people who post yummy content that i like to see on my dash

are you on any other platforms?

for hazbin hotel content i'm tumblr only. that said, if you see my works on any other site please report it

© ALASTORSS 2024 — DO NOT COPY, TRANSLATE, OR REPOST TO OTHER PLATFORMS.

[martyrbat]

last self rb!! this one with the long overdue image description (under the cut!) all ID is in the alt text of original photo reply too just in case you don't want this addition :)

[ID: several panels all from the comic Catwoman: When In Rome. It features Selina Kyle, The Riddler, and an Italian blond assassin she's working with (named Castillo/Blondie). Castillo is drawn as a tall muscular man as The Riddler is depicted as a short, creepy little man that's scrawny and has a long, thin nose. All internal narration boxes are in Selina's perspective.

PHOTO ONE: Castillo and Selina standing close together and talking as Selina is in a short robe. Castillo tells her, “In Italy, it is much better to give something for something.” Selina replies, “The old ‘quid pro quo’. Well, I don't happen to have an extra daddy lying around that I can give him.” He responds, “No. But there us something worth much more to him...” She thinks, ‘Men... No matter what they tell you, all they want to do is pet the kitty...’

PHOTO TWO: Selina is walking into her hotel room to see the Riddler wearing her Catwoman costume. Her costume is way too large for him as he poses in a floor length mirror. She looks at him in horrified shock as he simply tells her, “The airline found your luggage. I had them bring it up.” Selina internally narrates, ‘Edward Nigma a.k.a. The Riddler is actually here by invitation to help me solve the riddle that is my life. Now, when I say “here,” I certainly don't mean in my bedroom... And I sure as hell don't mean “here” as in my Catwoman outfit.’

In a close-up panel, The Riddler defends himself, “What? Tell me you've never wondered how you'd look in a skintight green leotard with question marks all over it... And a nifty bowler hat.” Selina continues to look at him with appall. “I... Eddie. Take my clothes off. Now.” She kicks him out of her room. A panel displays him flying through the air for comedic value before the door slams shut.

PHOTO THREE: Selina is threatening The Riddler with a fork to his neck after she caught him spying on her taking a bath. She holds a towel to her front for modesty while her naked backside is exposed to the viewer. She hisses, “You better have a pretty solid reason why I shouldn't jab this right through your meatball, Eddie.” He justifies, “I was looking for a pen to leave you a note.” Selina reminds him, “Didn't we agree that you were never to come into my room unless you were invited?”

The Riddler defends himself, “Your phone is off the hook. I knocked and no one answered. How was I supposed to know you were taking a bath?” She presses, “And the ‘do not disturb’ tag didn't give you a clue that breaking and entering wasn't your best idea?” He argues, “I've been out doing my job. I've found out where this Don Verinni lives in case you want to pay him a visit... Or do you like cooling your heels in this hotel waiting for him to send you an engraved invitation?”

Selina leans closer so they're nearly nose to nose and warns him, “Careful, Eddie. It's starting to sound like you've grown a pair.” He responds, “If you ever want someone to wash your back...” The next panels is of her kicking him out of her room, a panel once again displays him flying through the air and landing on the ground as Selina demands for him to stay out.

PHOTO FOUR: Selina is alone in her bedroom on a large yacht. She's only in her dark bra and lacy underwear and is wearing high heels and jewelry. She sexily poses on the edge of her bed and bandages her side wound. She thinks, ‘The whole curiosity and the cat thing. There's a lot of truth there. It has something to do with control, although as with most women, feline or otherwise, it almost always does. When the floor keeps moving around, you try and grab hold of something to keep it steady.’ Off panel, Batman calls her name. She looks up at him and questions, “What in St. Peter's name are you doing here?”

PHOTO FIVE: Selina is shown from a low angle in the foreground so the main focus on the panel is primarily on her exposed ass. Batman broods in the background shadows. He tells her, “I came looking for you.” She huffs, “Don't tell me – The Riddler thought I needed help so he dropped a dime on me and–” he interrupts her, “– this has nothing to do with Nigma. This has to do with us.”

She thinks, ‘Nothing holds more steadily than the truth. You uncover that and you've got bedrock.’ She looks at him in disbelief and shouts, “Us?! There is no us. I don't even know you. Just how much did Nigma tell you about me?” He bluntly states, “I came here because I love you.” Selina asks what but before she can get an explanation, Batman suddenly kisses her deeply. His gloved hand grips her upper arm as the other holds the back of her head. Her hand goes to his chest for support as she thinks, ‘It's just... sometimes the truth comes in the most unlikely of places. Like when in Rome...’

PHOTO SIX: Selina is still in her lingerie and heels while kissing The Riddler since she's delusional and thinks he's Batman. Her hallucination is believed to be from blood lost however it's later implied The Riddler also drugged her with Fear Toxin. He stands on a chest to reach her height and has a hand around her waist as he holds his hat with his other hand. Her narration box reads: ‘... and then things become very curious...’

PHOTO SEVEN: Selina's narration box reads: ‘And I can't get no satisfaction.’ She's kicking The Riddler off the balcony of the ship after realizing she was getting sexually assaulted by him. He's sent soaring through the air (once again mimicking the earlier panels) before landing in the ocean. She shouts she hopes he drowns and The Riddler insists he can explain everything! Her narration continues, ‘So, as one can imagine, these two are a constant source of internal conflict.’

PHOTO EIGHT: Selina's narration reads, ‘To say nothing of what it's done to my sex life...’ She remains in her lingerie and rightfully pissed as she grabs the balcony's railing and snarls down at The Riddler. Castillo comes rushing up to her with a handgun but she doesn't acknowledge his presence as she continues to shout, “What's there to explain, Eddie?! My lips were touching the lips that no woman's lips should touch. Maybe I'll get lucky and the sharks will get you before you sink.” He asks in dismay, “Sharks...? I have to admit, on the surface, things look bad. But, like any riddle, it always looks impossible until you know the answer. Question: where was The Riddler ten seconds before you kissed him?”

Castillo aims his gun at The Riddler and tells her, “If I shoot him, the blood will bring the sharks more quickly.” The Riddler from off panel timidly asks, “Question: what is all this talking about sharks?!” Selina tells the assassin, “Hello, Blondie. We really should do something about security on this boat. This masked man just walked right into my state room.”

PHOTO NINE: Selina is still in her lingerie and is gripping the balcony's railing in anger over being sexually assaulted as Castillo stands next to her with a handgun. She thinks in regards to The Riddler, ‘... And he was never, ever, ever, in a million kajillion years, allowed to touch me.’ Castillo dismisses, “In his defense, a man would not be a man if he were in a room with you, dressed as you are... and not... appreciate it.” Selina questions, “What the hell are you talking... about. Oh.” Midway through her sentence she realizes her state of dress and quickly snaps her hand over her crotch and over her cleavage.

PHOTO TEN: A back and forth close-up exchange of The Riddler and Selina talking. He reassures her, “Look, Selina, just so you know. I figured you didn't want the blond to see you without your mask on... I haven't left your side.” She looks at him in obvious surprise but is appreciative of him being thoughtful. She tells him thanks and uses his name, Edward, instead of the nickname he hates. But then he continues to talk as he starts to sneer at her, “'course, getting you out of your Catwoman costume wasn't the worst job in the world...” Selina immediately punches him in response. He slumps against the wall and holds his cheek in pain and exclaims, “Ow! What was that for?” She looks away from him in disgust and dryly tells him, “For making me think for half a second you were a decent guy.”

PHOTO ELEVEN: Castillo, The Riddler, and Selina are all in a pool after jumping to safety from her burning hotel room. Selina is naked but shown from behind as the two men ogle at her breasts. Castillo tells her “Signorina. We should... Um...” as the Riddler breathes out, “Wow.” Selina demands, “TURN AROUND. BOTH OF YOU! Eddie, get me a towel, a large towel. And if you so much as peek at me – the very next thing you'll see will be my fingernails plucking out your eyeballs. And you, Blondie. Any idea who'd want to barbecue me?”

PHOTO TWELVE: A back and forth close-up on Selina and Castillo talking. Selina is in her skintight Catwoman costume and tells him, “Well... She got the ring box. That doesn't mean she has the ring.” He tells her, “Ah... You palmed it. Where is it then?” She responds, “Where it's safe.” He breathes out, “oh,” and blushes slightly with wide eyes as he realizes what she's indicating (and as she points at her own cleavage in a titillating manner). Selina thinks to herself, ‘I think I just made a man who kills people for a living... Blush. He's kind of cute when he blushes.’

PHOTO THIRTEEN: Selina is laying on her stomach as she sunbathes on a yacht in a revealing swimsuit. Her back is arched as her ass is the primary focus of the panel. She looks over her shoulder at the Riddler, who's sitting in the background and is dabbing at his forehead with a handkerchief. The narration boxes read: ‘The Blond's safe house floats. I guess killing people pays even better than stealing from them. We've been holed up here for about a week. I'm enjoying Blondie's reaction to the bathing suit I'm not wearing.’ She asks the Riddler, “Any word on The Joker, Eddie?” He responds, “Answer: it's a–” but before he can finish, Selina cuts him off, “–if you say ‘riddle,’ I'm going to throw you overboard.”

END ID]

men need to stop being allowed to write selina kyle

[single-malt-scotch]

me and my controversial topics will stay under the cut lol.

i know i blabbed lightly of this probably but obviously one of the things that put me off from mcyt for a few years was when the "rpf is bad" opinion started circling the internet more frequently, in tumblr's 2014-2016 toxic callout culture era. i think that era shifted YT fandoms as a whole and turned loads of ppl to presenting creators with their "characters" specifically (like i recall this early on w markiplier and jacksepticeye) and clarifying it often. but i find this all very amusing when 80% of the ppl dont actually play characters at all, and ppl are either just writing "rpf" or theyre just turned a creator into their own OCs. i think its sometimes just a way to not associate with the idea of rpf even if its like, right there.

like, the problem i think is that the majority of fans, namely the young teens that are the main audience, are very consumed by purity culture and being free of problematic interests in such a black and white way. i get it, i understand why you dont want to be associated with rpf. when i think of weird and uncomfortable rpf i think of.... fan fiction of the Beatles, or something. a band or a movie actor is someone we can easily define as "not a character" but... when it comes to mcyt, its a little more grey, because i know some of them goof around in games and do bits and exaggerate themselves.

and yet i still think its counter productive to get caught up in these woes, and to deny what exactly it means for something to be rpf, or have rpf elements. ironically i think the indulgence people have with making them characters worsens the parasocial/obsessive/skewed lens people have on creators these days. how? well its bc of how ppl get super attached to characters... comfort characters, kinning, etc. i love characters just an intensely, but when you apply this to a youtuber who like, doesnt actually play a character? even tho you wanna act like they do? .....there can definitely be issues in that and its def what makes me not get into the fandom as it is. you elevate them with your view of them as a character by being able to indulge in them way further bc they are kind of "yours" now. but also theyre not really.

but specifically back to the rpf vs not rpf topic- basically what i really intend to say is that like. there is harm in becoming too concerned over what youre writing bc you can fall into that mindset of being far too aware in a way thats just gonna make you feel terrible all the time (i experienced this myself when i was like 15 on tumblr and wanted to avoid any potential of touching something "problematic"). this post isnt to declare you are writing rpf, or you arent, or whatever the"rules" are about when it is or isnt, but just that theres always time to just accept shit as it is when the blurry lines arent actually doing any harm in this case. and that even trying to force yourself into the seemingly right direction doesnt exactly solve all the other problems either.

cuz i did all the things ppl would wanna call me out for and i dont care at this point. i wrote fan fiction where the guys where more characters than themselves, in a fantasy world for the server. but i also wrote fan fiction that was irl and based during minecon! and it was smut. and all i can say to that now is...ok. im not even gonna sit around and vehemently condemn it either? even if i never plan to do it again. cuz i dont see the need to punish my past self, nor do i see the reason to continue questioning the nuances of where the line between hard rpf and hard fiction lies with this bc its a never ending conversation. its just not worth my time to worry anymore. i know how to not be weird about it, i know my boundaries between creator and fan, i dont even get near the extent that some people do... i feel like im aware enough to feel like im not causing harm/can make logical choices when issues arise. i was a niave teenager before, and wrote such things with little thought, and had a much less healthy mindset about it! but the way the internet laid on the pressure of these strict definitions was the moment i felt shame, and as if i couldnt ever redeem myself from actions i understand far better now. its really not worth the stress and heartache to get so caught up in it.

[kageyuji]

his friend accidentally confesses for him

⤷ iwaizumi, suna, bokuto, atsumu ; [gn!reader] — part 2

warnings/genre: fluff + vague jealousy in iwa’s, mention of osuna at the end of atsumu’s

notes: had a dream that iwa accidentally told me oikawa has feelings for me so here we are </3 rbs are appreciated :3

━━ iwaizumi;

ngl you probably would think he dislikes you bc his brain Shuts Down™ around you (he won’t admit that)

so that’s probably how the topic came up

but if you mention it to oikawa once (1) he’s bound to say something about iwa’s feelings for you eventually

you pouted at the way oikawa laughed. it seemed almost mocking, as though you weren’t already upset about the situation.

“it’s not funny!” you whined, then groaned as you bury your face in your hands. “him hating me is the opposite of what i want.”

oikawa attempted to talk, but the moment me tried he started laughing again. while you wanted to laugh with him, you were having an increasingly hard time finding a bright side to your current predicament.

“alright, listen,” oikawa tried again, though not without a few more giggles in between sentences. “he’s emotionally constipated. don’t think he’s ever flirted with someone in his life actually. so, he’s just having a hard time figuring out his feelings, cut him some slack.”

you were about to respond when you thought through his words again. what had he meant by iwaizumi’s feelings?

“his... what’s he figuring out?”

oikawa’s face paled as yours heated up. “i don’t think i was supposed to say that.”

meanwhile, iwaizumi was across the room getting more and more bothered. he trusted oikawa not to flirt with you, and even then the two of you weren’t in a relationship.

so why the hell did he have this sick feeling in his stomach?

the way oikawa laughed, the way you’d seemingly got flustered and then began to smile... don’t get him wrong, there’s nothing he loves more than your smile, but it’s different whenever it’s because of oikawa.

“hi.” iwaizumi spoke, somehow sounding annoyed with one word.

“oh, haha, i think i should go.” oikawa smiled innocently, getting up and patting iwaizumi on the back. “make sure to take y/n out sometime though, i think they figured out your little puppy crush.”

it was another few moments before iwaizumi unfroze and his mind processed everything. was that really what you got all flustered about?

“you- uhm. he wasn’t supposed to tell you that.”

“he also said you were ‘emotionally constipated’, was he not supposed to tell me that either?”

━━ suna;

suna knew that in some way, shape, or form, atsumu miya would be the death of him

didn’t really think it’d be like this though

swears he feels his heart stop whenever atsumu just,, says it so casually,,

everyone just kinda pauses to processes it (including atsumu lmao)

if atsumu smiled over at suna one more time, the latter swears he’s going to snap.

it was bad enough that atsumu had found out, but now he was acting so obvious about it. you kept knitting your eyebrows at the two of them, asking why atsumu is looking over to suna with a cheeky grin.

atsumu didn’t say anything, of course, just brushed off your question. however, it was always after receiving a kick from suna under the table.

“kick me again and i’ll tell them.” atsumu teased, knowing full well that he wouldn’t. he also seemed to forget that you were quite literally beside him.

“tell me what?”

“say anything and i’ll make osamu an only child.”

“can someone please tell me what you’re talking about?” you asked again. at this point you were growing a little insecure; what could they possibly want to hide from you so badly?

suna looked over to you to brush your question off again, but noticed the nervous, awkward look on your face. his eyes softened as he realized how you could easily see their exchange as a bad thing.

“uhm...” suna’s eyebrows pinned, trying to figure out a believable lie.

“suna turns soft whenever he talks about you, gets this really faint smile on his face? almost kinda creepy. anyways, he’s got feelings for you.”

suna’s gaze snapped to atsumu, whos expression dropped as he realized what he’d just said. it was quiet for another few moments before atsumu finally spoke.

“dude, what did you want me to do? they looked like they were gonna cry.”

“suna, is that true?”

atsumu smiled, pointing at the blush creeping its way to suna’s face. said boy wouldn’t look you in the eyes now, focused more on the table in front of him now. “look at him, like a little school boy with a crush.”

“miya-”

“if that’s all you were hiding, you don’t have to worry. but if atsumu really wants to make up for it, he can pay for us to go out sometime.”

suna looked up at you then, smiling. “deal.”

━━ bokuto;

ok honestly,, just give him a minute LMAO

he hears akaashi say it and a part of him knows that something is off about the statement

but he can’t think straight around you so he needs a second to process it </3

“akaashi, i don’t see the point in-” bokuto started and was cut off.

“there is a point,” akaashi said, smile making its way to his lips.

truth be told, akaashi was caught between the two of you. as much as he wanted to tell you that bokuto had feelings for you and vice versa, he’d promised both of you to keep his mouth shut about it. so, of course he’d stay quiet.

that didn’t change this fact that the whole situation was becoming increasingly more difficult to handle — bokuto had gotten to the point where he was accepting what he thought was bad news.

“hey,” you smiled as you walked over to the two of them, then took a seat across the table. “what are you two talking about?”

“nothing.” bokuto said quickly.

akaashi just smiled, you giving them both a quizzical look.

“it’s not nothing, just having a small disagreement about something.”

“yeah, it’s nothing important.” bokuto looked down and started tracing invisible lines on the table.

“since when was y/n ‘nothing important’?” akaashi teased, seemingly forgetting that you were beside him. “just a few seconds ago you were talking about how much you adore them, where... oh.”

the table was silent for a moment, with a very sleep-deprived akaashi wondering why he’d just said that. on the other hand, you and bokuto weren’t done letting his words sink in.

“i am... not really sorry,” akaashi spoke quickly, then stood and began to walk away. “have fun with that.”

it was quiet for another few moments before anyone spoke. bokuto had turned red to the tips of his ears and your heart felt like it was still stopped in your chest.

“bokuto...” you were hesitant to speak. “did he mean ‘adore’ like...”

“in that way, yeah. but that doesn’t have to change anything! we can stay friends if you want, i don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”

a smile worked at the corner of your lips. “and if i said i ‘adore’ you too?”

his eyes seemed to have dulled earlier, but when he looked over to you now you could see them brighten. they matched the smile that had appeared on his face.

“then i’d ask if you want to go someplace with me this weekend? just us?”

━━ atsumu;

ngl suna would do it on purpose 💀

suna teased the two of you about it, sometimes it happened to be in front of each other

but it was always vague and never straightforward, so suna didn’t think much of it whenever he said it

but whenever the words left his mouth and he sees the “i’ll kill you” seemingly written on atsumu’s face, he thinks he might have messed up

“move.” you pouted, swatting your hand at suna.

he just smiled and shook his head. it was supposed to be just he, you, and the two miyas hanging out together, but suna had decided to stretch himself across the couch.

“suna rintarou-”

“don’t call me that, you sound like my parent.”

“then move.” you said.

this time you reached out to grab his arm, making an attempt at pulling him up off the couch. he made himself dead weight though and refused to get up.

“if you wanna sit down so badly, go sit with your boyfriend.”

“he’s not my boyfriend.” you huffed and rolled your eyes, but could feel your face heat up.

“i think he’d like to be.”

it wasn’t until suna looked over to atsumu, then back up at you, that he realized he may have said something off. you let go of his arm and cast a look over your shoulder.

“would you?”

atsumu gave you a cocky smile, trying to act calm. and yet, his face was burning and his heart felt like it was gonna beat out of his chest.

“maybe.”

you smiled at that, giving up your fight against suna and opting to go sit down beside atsumu. “do it then, coward.”

“in a sec,” atsumu said, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead. he then leaned forward to yell down the hallway at his brother. “samu, your future boyfriend is in here.”

[scaramoon]

he accidentally hurts you while sparring

DILUC, KAEYA, XIAO, CHILDE — gn!reader

warnings/genre: kinda hurt/comfort? idk it’s mostly fluffy, mentions of blood and (very) minor injuries, swearing in childe’s

notes: rbs are v much appreciated, please and ty !! also pls ignore that i got carried away w xiao’s </3

━━ diluc;

you’ll have to be insistent if you even want him to spar with you; he knows you’re fully capable of standing your ground but... he’s worried

he’ll act like he doesn’t, but it’s obvious that he keeps close by whenever you’re sparring with someone

but if you wear him down enough or you’re good with your words, you can convince him to be your sparring partner

lmao just tell him you’ll get kaeya to do it 💀

“don’t- don’t hold your sword like that.” he said, his tone was flat but you’d known him long enough to be able to find the concern in it.

“i know how to hold a sword, diluc,” you responded. “i asked for a partner, not a teacher, remember?”

red eyes flashed towards you and something like a smile appeared on your lover’s lips. you mirrored it, letting your lips curl into a grin.

“of course,” he said, smallest hint of a playful tone in his voice.

but he was quick, and you may have underestimated just how well trained he was. normally, you could have blocked him. this time, however, you weren’t expecting it and you’d already began to drop your dominant hand to your side.

he noticed that, but he was just a little too late. diluc was used to the momentum of his weapon, but it wasn’t often that he had to stop it. he tried to step back before he hurt you, your name falling from his lips, desperation and worry coating his voice.

and then, just as soon as he’s processed it, his claymore was on the ground and he was watching you crouch and hold your upper arm. your seethe of pain sent guilt rushing through him.

it took him a moment to decide whether or not to go over to you; he wanted to, he really wanted to, but a part of him feared that you didn’t want him near you.

he couldn’t help it though.

“y/n?” diluc’s tone was almost a command, loud but desperate, wanting you to look at him and tell him that you were perfectly fine — wanting that to be the truth.

tears pricked in the corners of your eyes but you looked at him nonetheless. he hated that look in your eyes. seeing you in pain was one thing, but the knowledge that he was the cause of it twisted his heart in unbearable ways.

“i’m ok, diluc,” you said, quieter than you normally would. “just a little scratch, see?”

you moved your hand from where it was holding onto your arm. blood coated your fingers and the clothing surrounding the new wound, but it was clear that the cut wasn’t deep.

he didn’t say anything. his lips were pressed into a thin line as he kneeled beside you. eyebrows pinned in worry and concentration evident in his eyes, he started ripping at your sleeve to get a better look.

“diluc.” you said. your voice was more commanding this time as you moved away from him. why couldn’t he see it really wasn’t so bad?

“i didn’t mean to hurt you.” this time you could see clearly just how distressed he was.

he looked like he was about to cry and he wasn’t the one that’d been hurt. not physically, anyway; you had no idea how his chest hurt, how he felt like he couldn’t breathe.

you stared at him for a little longer. “i said i’m fine. but if it will help you sleep at night, you can come help me clean it, deal?”

“of course, dove.”

━━ kaeya;

he actually likes sparring with you

he doesn’t often get the chance, but whenever both of you are able to, he sees it as time he gets to spend with you

and any time spent with you is never time wasted in his eyes

plus he gets to do the sword under your chin thing and tease you </3

“dead.” you said proudly, standing over your lover, your sword under his chin.

a playful grin spread across his lips as he let you enjoy your win. you backed away and allowed him to stand up, dust himself off. a stretch of his arms, and then he was picking up his sword to go again.

“ready?” kaeya asked, smirk stretching his lips.

“yeah,” you said, smiling back. your gloved hand tightened around your sword’s hilt; the gloves were making your hands sweaty, your grip loosening. “actually, w-”

“y/n!”

the next thing you realized was a stinging at you side. your hand immediately came to the cut, taking an instinctive step back. the sound of kaeya’s sword hitting the ground met your ears, his hands were on your arms a second later.

“hey, hey, you’re okay.” he tried to sound calm but if was a bad attempt. he crouched down onto the ground, guiding you to sit in front of him. cautious hands grabbed the hem of your shirt, kaeya looking up at you. “can I look, love?”

“yeah, but I’m fine.” you said, though your face was twisted in pain.

his eyes were full of pity when he looked at you, jaw clenching before he lifted your shirt enough to see the wound. on first appearance, it looked worse than it really was.

“see?” you spoke again. “all good.”

he didn’t say anything at first. he just pulled you closer to him, chin hooked over your shoulder, though he was careful not to agitate your cut.

“not really. but it’s okay, we’re gonna get you all better, yeah?”

“kaeya, seriously, i’m fine. you don’t need-”

“y/n.” his voice was still sweet and concerned, but more stern when he spoke this time. “let me take care of you.”

“...fine.”

━━ xiao;

good luck getting him to spar with you in the first place

it doesn’t matter how much you tell him you want to, he’ll keep turning you down

needless to say, you’ll have to play your cards right to get him to agree to it

“what if i hurt you, y/n?”

“i’ll be under-trained and get hurt if you don’t help me.”

“you know i’ll always be there if you call for me.”

“and if you can’t come?”

“...”

“I don’t think this is a good idea.” he stated simply, eyes narrowing at you. you only threw him a smile.

“what’s the worst that can happen? you won’t even use your real pole arm, you have a stick. you can’t stab me with it, xiao.”

“I would rather not think about ‘stabbing’ you in the first place.” he huffed. “but... you need to be safe, in case one day I can’t keep you safe myself.”

a smile crossed your face as you gripped your weapon, ready for him to start.

you may have miscalculated the power and ability of an adeptus though. you quickly found yourself tired and overwhelmed, just blocking and dodging was almost too much. he could sense your fatigue already, and he was listening for you to call him to stop. xiao was ready to stop on a dime, but he knew that you were stubborn and insistent.

his “pole arm” came close to your side, and he really thought you would dodge this one. you’d done it before. but he felt the wood hit you, you falling to the ground, holding your side soon after.

his make-shift weapon was long forgotten now. he was kneeling beside you in seconds, gentle fingers running along what he was sure was a broken rib. he didn’t find one, but the guilt was already eating him and that knowledge did nothing to stop it.

“ow! that hurts, don’t touch me.” you said, seething in pain and making a pitiful attempt to move away from him.

xiao did not cry.

he didn’t, it just wasn’t something he was accustomed to, and quite honestly he wasn’t sure if adepti could cry. but the idea of you being scared of him started tears to fill his eyes; his chest was tight, and he had this uncomfortable lump in his throat.

“no, no,” you started, propping yourself on your elbows and then sitting all the way up.

you tried to reach and hold his face, to wipe the tears off, but he turned away from you; he kept kneeling, but shifted to a position a little farther away from you. the adeptus made a noise something like a squeak, and it seemed to surprise him. he didn’t wait for you to finish talking, he turned away and looked anywhere except you.

“xiao, baby, that’s not what I meant. you can- I just meant don’t put your hands directly where I got hurt... xiao? can you look at me?”

it took him a few more moments before he turned his head back to you. you knew he wasn’t always the most emotional, but you didn’t think you’d seen him like this before. he hummed, not trusting his voice. still, he wouldn’t look you in the eyes.

“I’m fine, you didn’t hurt me. its just a little bruise, there’s not even blood... I’m not scared of you, xiao, it’s not your fault.”

he stared at you for another moment before he cleared his throat and stood up. “can we at least have someone make sure you’re okay?”

“yeah.”

“...and you won’t ask me to do that again?”

“of course not.”

━━ childe;

he has mixed feelings about sparring with you

of course, it’s an odd form of quality time, but he likes it

plus that means he won’t have to watch you spar with anyone else

but there’s always the risk that you could get hurt

he’s an archer though, so he only “attacks” you with his melee — he thought he was being a lot more careful

“ready?” childe smiled, twirling one of his weapons around his finger.

“as always.” you said, gripping your own weapon.

“mhm, sweetheart, I’m sure you’re ‘always ready’,” childe said dropped his hands to his sides and stepping closer to you.

you knew what he was trying to do — he attempted to pull this off every time you sparred with him, and you never failed to catch him. seem relaxed, and whenever you thought he wouldn’t, he’d attempt to get the better of you.

this time, however, you were not as quick as you usually were. childe knew that you always saw through this; not once had you’d failed to block him, so maybe he put his trust in his weapons more than he should have.

he stopped when both of you look at the clean, but bloody, cut he’d made. his eyes widened as it sinked in, coming to the realization that he’d hurt you

“y/n- shit, I’m sorry,” he said, panic clear in his voice, though he tried to hide it. his hand was on your shoulder, guiding you to sit on the ground. “are you- you’re okay, it’s not that deep. we’re gonna get that healed and you’ll be fine, yeah?”

for words so reassuring, his panicked tone was saying something along the lines of ‘shit shit fuck dammit, i accidentally hurt my own partner, what the fuck-’

“yeah, it’s no biggie,” you said, smiling a little at him. “it’s just a little cut, I get worse on commissions.”

you knew that later he would claim he was totally calm. in reality, he was trying his best to clean the wound with his vision, and he’d get better help whenever he could get to bubu pharmacy.

“you owe me kisses though, y’know,” you teased.

‘good,’ he thought. ‘they aren’t mad at me.’

“whatever ya want, love.”

“oh? maybe I’ll take cuddles too.”

[henry-fox-biggest-stan]

RW&RB will have the corniest tag line like “true love isn’t always diplomatic” and then you will never emotionally recover from it

(This isn’t even half of it tbh)

“he reaches out to touch his face and looks at his fingers and thinks about holding the Bible at his mother’s inauguration with the same hand.”

“I’m not ... good at saying these things like you are, but. I’ve always thought ... ever since I knew about me, and even before, when I could sense I was different—and, after everything the past few years, all the mad things my head does —I’ve always thought of myself as a problem that deserved to stay hidden. Never quite trusted myself, or what I wanted. Before you, I was all right letting everything happen to me. I honestly have never thought I deserved to choose.” His hand moves, fingertips brushing a curl behind Alex’s ear. “But you treat me like I do.”

“You see, for me, memories are difficult. Very often, they hurt. A curious thing about grief is the way it takes your entire life, all those foundational years that made you who you are, and makes them so painful to look back upon because of the absence there, that suddenly they’re inaccessible. You must invent an entirely new system.”

“Seriously,” he says. Henry’s looking back at him, beautiful and vital and heartsick and still, always, the person Alex is willing to risk ruining his life for. “I hate this so much. I know. But we’re gonna do it together. And we’re gonna make it work. You and me and history, remember? We’re just gonna fucking fight. Because you’re it, okay? I’m never gonna love anybody in the world like I love you. So, I promise you, one day we’ll be able to just be, and fuck everyone else.”

“He wants to set himself on fire, but he can’t afford for anyone to see him burn.”

“If Alex’s head is a storm, Henry is the place lightning hits ground.”

“I love him, with all that, because of all that. On purpose. I love him on purpose.”

“Dear Thisbe,

I wish there weren’t a wall.

Love, Pyramus”

“They clink together gently as he tucks them both under his shirt, two homes side by side.”

“He is my choice”

“Sería una mentira, porque no sería él.”

“There are a lot of days when Henry is happy to hear from him and quick to respond, a fast, cutting sense of humor, hungry for Alex’s company and the tangle of thoughts in Alex’s head. But sometimes, he’s taken over by a dark mood, an unusually acerbic wit, strange and vitrified. He’ll withdraw for hours or days, and Alex comes to understand this as grief time, little bouts of depression, or times of “too much.” Henry hates those days completely. Alex wishes he could help, but he doesn’t particularly mind. He’s just as attracted to Henry’s cloudy tempers, the way he comes back from them, and the millions of shades in between.”

“ I can’t decide if your emails make me miss you more or less. Sometimes I feel like a funny-looking rock in the middle of the most beautiful clear ocean when I read the kinds of things you write to me. You love so much bigger than yourself, bigger than everything. I can’t believe how lucky I am to even witness it—to be the one who gets to have it, and so much of it, is beyond luck and feels like fate. Catholic God made me to be the person you write those things about. I’ll say five Hail Marys. Muchas gracias, Santa Maria.”

“When have I ever, since the first instant I touched you, pretended to be anything less than in love with you? Are you so fucking self-absorbed as to think this is about you and whether or not I love you, rather than the fact I’m an heir to the fucking throne? You at least have the option to not choose a public life eventually, but I will live and die in these palaces and in this family, so don’t you dare come to me and question if I love you when it’s the thing that could bloody well ruin everything.”

“When they kiss, Alex can hear a half-remembered old proverb from catechism, mixed up between translations of the book: “Come, hijo mío, de la miel, porque es buena, and the honeycomb, sweet to thy taste.” He wonders what Santa Chiara would think of them, a lost David and Jonathan, turning slowly on the spot.

He brings Henry’s hand to his mouth and kisses the little knob of his knuckle, the skin over the blue vein there, bloodlines, pulses, the old blood kept in perpetuity within these walls, and he thinks, Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, amen.”

“But the first time I saw you. Rio. I took that down to the gardens. I pressed it into the leaves of a silver maple and recited it to the Waterloo Vase. It didn’t fit in any rooms.”

“I thought, if someone like that ever loved me, it would set me on fire.

And then I was a careless fool, and I fell in love with you anyway. When you rang me at truly shocking hours of the night, I loved you. When you kissed me in disgusting public toilets and pouted in hotel bars and made me happy in ways in which it had never even occurred to me that a mangled-up, locked-up person like me could be happy, I loved you.

And then, inexplicably, you had the absolute audacity to love me back. Can you believe it?

Sometimes, even now, I still can’t.”

“He keeps waking up in DC, and Henry keeps waking up in London, and the whole world keeps waking up to talk about the two of them in love with other people. Pictures of Nora’s hand in his. Speculation about whether June will get an official announcement of royal courtship. And the two of them, Henry and Alex, like the world’s worst illustration of the Symposium: split down the middle and sent bleeding into separate lives.

Even that thought depresses him because Henry’s the only reason he’s become a person who cites Plato. Henry and his classics. Henry in his palace, in love, in misery, not talking much anymore.”

“It’s a news report from the BBC, and the sound is off, but Alex reads the scroll at the bottom of the screen: WORLDWIDE SUPPORT POURS IN FOR PRINCE HENRY AND FIRST SON OF US.The room falls silent at the images on the screen. A rally in New York outside the Beekman, decked out in rainbows, with waving signs that say things like: FIRST SON OF OUR HEARTS. A banner on the side of a bridge in Paris that reads: HENRY + ALEX WERE HERE. A hasty mural on a wall in Mexico City of Alex’s face in blue, purple, and pink, a crown on his head. A herd of people in Hyde Park with rainbow Union Jacks and Henry’s face ripped out of magazines and pasted onto poster boards reading: FREE HENRY. A young woman with a buzz cut throwing two fingers up at the windows of the Daily Mail. A crowd of teenagers in front of the White House, wearing homemade T- shirts that all say the same thing in crooked Sharpie letters, a phrase he recognizes from one of his own emails: HISTORY, HUH?”