#☼*・ﾟ Interaction — ↳ the student

[feuerwizard]

Caleb regards her for a long moment, his expression thoughtful. He understands all too well the feeling of being overshadowed, of questioning one's place amidst those who seem to be destined for greatness. Maybe he once thought himself destined for great things, clearly that ambition only served to cause more trouble that it’s worth. Now, he would give anything to simply blend in, to stay hidden.

"I think," he begins slowly, carefully choosing his words, "that the very fact that you are here, despite feeling… terrestrial, as you put it… that speaks to a strength of character that is not to be underestimated."

He leans forward slightly, his gaze intense yet charitable. "You may not have the divine blood or arcane power that some of the others possess, but you have skills, intelligence, and a perspective that is uniquely your own. Those are not things to be discounted." In his humble opinion, of course.

The smile on her face grows in earnestness, and she reaches out to lightly tap his shin with her foot. "Or at the very least duck one. There is more to martial prowess than just "busting heads", even if I feel Karlach only has the inclination for it." A soft, heartfelt chuckle, and she clears her throat, looking back towards the rest of camp.

"...I do not feel as if I belong here. It is not because I am excluded. There is this... sense of. Immensity to it, I think. The stories they have to tell, the sheer weight of the expectations on some of them or the figures looming in their respective pasts. These are momentous people, and we are doing a momentous thing."

A wry shrug. "And I am a student. I am good at what I do, but what I do is something that anyone could accomplish with time and dedication. I boast connections to no gods, power from no source, blood relations to no royalty. I'm as terrestrial as it's possible to be. What can I feel but... secondary."

[gojoux]

𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐄

Joline ⋆ 18 ⋆ Southeast Asian-Latina

She/Her ⋆ INTP ⋆ Psychology student

Leo ☼ Scorpio ☾ Aries ↑

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[itadorisdigitaldiary]

☼ ; I.Y

—hiya, i‘m itadori yuji, but you can call me yuji

—i thought this blog would be a really cool idea, so feel free to interact! asks are open 24/7

—i really like to do blog themes, so i might change this one often

—asks are open. i really like to talk to you guys

(this is a wip!)

read under cut !!

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[venuscheered]

interaction tags

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character related

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ooc

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[benjyxfenwick]

☼ benjy & @fauvehoof​

☼ location: hogwarts

☼ spring, 1977

Prefect rounds were never much of a chore for Benjy. As someone who was quite social, he enjoyed getting to catch up with his fellow prefects as they patrolled around the school. Sometimes he came across corridors and classrooms that he never saw saw during regular school hours. They were always useful discoveries, places he kept privately logged to bring Caitriona to in the future when they needed it. Most of the time, Benjy just caught students snogging after hours; he rarely took away points from their respective Houses, as it would make him a big hypocrite to do so.

For that night’s duty, he’d been paired with Lily Evans, a Gryffindor in the year below that he’d only ever had pleasant interactions with. Benjy, always chivalrous, didn’t want to make Lily walk to meet him so he waited for her to appear outside of the Gryffindor common room. He greeted a couple of other students coming to and from the portrait, some classmates, other friendly Quidditch rivals, until finally Lily appeared. “Hey!” He greeted her warmly with a friendly wave. “Figured we could start from here, make it to the top floors, then make our way down?”

[tsawksyul]

𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐄

Joline ⋆ 18 ⋆ Southeast Asian-Latina

She/Her ⋆ INFP ⋆ Psychology student

Leo ☼ Scorpio ☾ Aries ↑

Don't hesitate to hit me up and be friends !! ~(˘▾˘~)

Commissioned by me from xynerinn.

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[wickdcreatures]

# 𝖜𝖎𝖈𝛋𝖉𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖊𝖘 .     pri. sel. 18+ HORROR oc multimuse with strong focus on the supernatural / paranormal HAUNTED BY SEAN. please read rules before interacting . heavily affiliated with @ohfiendangelical       ✩   carrd   ☽   pinterest   ☼   wishlist   ☾   ask prompts   ✩ strongest muse(s) : salem mactavish ; paranormal investigator & art student this blog acts as a hub blog for other rp sideblogs.

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[tsuki-xoxo]

≽^•༚• ྀི≼ — hi!! come on in. i'm grey, the owner and chef of this place. curious to know if this spot is for you? keep reading :3

BIO | she/her, '01, afro-latina, libra sun ☼, virgo moon ☾, scorpio rising↑

i'm a broke college student that burns out easily when overwhelmed, so requests are NOT open. i will only be focusing on writing and publishing my multi-chapter fic, rebirth (but please feel free to interact~). i solely write sfw and exclusively write for mha (for now). i'm deadass a boomer when it comes to social media so please don't mind me being lost

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[visibleconfusioninpaldean]

[ link | link | link ]

─── ･ ｡ﾟ⚘ : ><;((((`> .☼ . : ❦ . ───

Hey, have seen some people do this so why not, felt inspired and all.

I'm Can, he/him but it/its is cool too, I'm 22 years old, live in south Paldea and I'm an art student of Uva Academy.

No, I don't have any Pokemon. (Spoke too soon, I have two now)

Tags I've been using:

><> #me talks

><> #reblog

Pokemon tags:

><> #troll ditto (for Dedito)

><> #the bug menace (for Sol)

─── ･ ｡ﾟ⚘ : ><;((((`> .☼ . : ❦ . ───

//OOC//

Hello, this is my sona/self insert acc for pokemon irl, all info is true to me too (age, pronouns and me being from Spain). I am 21, have the age in mind while interacting with me, I will take yours into account to, that is to say, anyone can interact but mind the age, I preffer to interact with adults.

On terms of how dark am I okay with, I like it being grounded in reality without it getting too dark. I am open to planing something (DM) and are open to asks/anons and such.

I already have a small storyline planned for the sona, but again, I'm open to more if presented with the opportunity.

Art acc and base: @cantripcanart

[badmusejail]

Being aware of the ongoing communication did allow Gaster to catch the email faster; but it didn't change the fact that he was still ultimately clueless about how to proceed.

A great deal of time was spent massaging his forehead. Best to just break it into pieces...

He was going to have to find someone to delegate it to. He didn't like the idea and he wasn't sure who yet, but it was clear it was something he wasn't personally going to be able to handle.

Nonetheless, he wrote out his reply to the email, oblivious to the fact he was sending it out at 3am.

Dear Miss Fischer,

First, please pass my gratitude to these students. Their support means far more than I could express.

Second, while it's appreciated, we have no need for donations, monetary or otherwise.

Volunteering is ... tricky. I'm personally unsure what you could do that wouldn't further incense the angered crowd or put you in danger.

How about, hosting something like monster-human mingling events? Specifically for humans, not necessarily in the university, to meet and interact with monsters and their culture. Could maybe be a bake sale, or anything in the area.

Given that a lot of people are simply afraid of monsters, giving them a chance to see that we're just living beings like them might help disperse some of that fear, and it being hosted by humans would make it seem, I don't know, safe for them.

Other than that, returning to what you said about lawyers may still be useful. Legal help seems to be something we could use a lot of, if any of your members are interested in seeking any individuals willing to help to that degree.

As for your request, I'm certain there's someone on our side working in similar areas.. I'm just not sure off hand who that would be. I'm do some research and get back to you on the matter. In the meantime, if you'd like me to attend the meetings, I'm sure I could arrange for it.

With regards,

👎︎⚐︎👍︎❄︎⚐︎☼︎ 🕈︎✋︎☠︎☝︎👎︎✋︎☠︎☝︎💧︎ ☝︎✌︎💧︎❄︎☜︎☼︎ ☜︎✠︎📫︎☼︎⚐︎✡︎✌︎☹︎ 💧︎👍︎✋︎☜︎☠︎❄︎✋︎💧︎❄︎ 🕆︎☠︎👎︎☜︎☼︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ ☠︎✌︎💣︎☜︎ ⚐︎☞︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ ☹︎✌︎❄︎☜︎ 😐︎✋︎☠︎☝︎ ✌︎💧︎☝︎⚐︎☼︎☜︎ 👎︎☼︎☜︎☜︎💣︎🕆

The return message a couple hours later came with an image attached of some kind of folded brochure, advertising a meeting that took place the day before Dr. Gaster sent his e-mail.

Someone beat me to it apparently. Not that I'm surprised, given the reception your speech had with a lot of the students here who seemed sympathetic to your people. I attended mostly to get a feel for what the people who organized the whole thing were going for.

They're mostly sharing what little information we have available, between what you've shared in your classes, as well as people trying to pick through official news reports to try and dig into the truth of the matter.

They're running into the same problem I have, however. Limited unbiased information, and not sure what avenues to take to help. Someone mentioned a donation drive, but no one has any idea how to make sure the goods or funds get into the right hands. No volunteer opportunities that people are aware of, even for basic necessities such as food and shelter and the like.

I understand if this isn't part of what you yourself handle, but if you could direct me to someone who does, or if you'd prefer suggest that whomever is handling such aspects to make a more official forum for such aid, it would be greatly appreciated.

There are those of us who want to help, but talking amongst ourselves will only get so far. Having feet on the ground in your favor would do far more to dispel rumors and bring actual, tangible aid to you and yours.

[ilguna]

Congrats on the 2k!!

Can I request the spin the bottle? With Finnick and a random number is 33 ( or 84 ) ?

Again Congrats 🥳

☼ sweet and savory (Finnick Odair) ☼

warnings; swearing

wc; 3.4k

prompt; 33. Coffee shop AU and 84. Angst

–

Out of all the regulars you’ve accumulated at the coffee shop, your favorite by far has to be Finnick. He’s one of those people that you could sit down and talk to for hours about what he’s been up to. However, the first time that he came into the cafe, you almost ripped his skull off of his neck.

The cafe had been busier than usual for a Wednesday afternoon. Normally you can run it with just you and one of your favorite coworkers, but there’d been so many people that you inevitably fell behind. The owner was called, and he was on his way as backup because the line was out the door with no ending in sight.

There’s no nice way to put it, Finnick was an asshole when he walked up to the counter, complaining about the wait times. Your coworker, Cashmere, had smiled through the irritation, apologizing for the wait, and asking what she could do for him. You were halfway paying attention to the interaction, focused on trying to make an iced latte with so many modifications that it might as well have been sugar water.

He started with, “You guys never get this right, I don’t know why I try anymore.”

You finished the latte, calling out the name, placing it on the counter while waiting for the correct person to grab it. Once that was done, you tagged Cashmere out, taking over the register while she made the next drink. You’ve dealt with people like this too many times, they’ve become more frequent.

It’s like a switch flips in your mind, because the order is sure to be overly complicated, and therefore stupid. It’s a challenge to change that mindset and make sure they leave satisfied. You’ve done it before and succeeded. Most of the time you follow half of their requests, and they’re surprised that the order is made correctly. You’re just extremely mindful of the allergies.

So, when you took over the register, fingers hovering over the buttons, prepared for whatever bullshit this man was about to spew, he gave you this look. Sea green eyes, starting from your head to your waist, sizing you up, deciding if you were good enough to take this order. It became personal, and you halfway thought about mounting his stupid face on the cafe wall when you were done with him.

“A name?” You asked.

“Finnick.” He said.

“What can I get for you today?”

You took his complicated order, dumbed it down on the machine, and then switched with Cashmere again to go back to making the drinks. When it finally came to his, you took your time to make sure that it was just right. He watched you make it the entire time, and didn’t object once, even though he knew you were making it differently than other shops.

When you’d turned around, placing the cup on the counter, you gave him this wicked smile. It was knowing, because this tall boy with bronze hair and tanned skin was about to meet his fucking maker. You waited for him to try it, and he jerked when he tasted it, pulling it from his mouth.

“You made it right?” He asked after a minute of reading the label.

“Yeah, you were just ordering the wrong thing off the menu.” You pushed off the counter, smiling, waiting for him to fight you on this, “That’s okay, it happens all the time.”

Finnick had nodded, face twisting, eyes meeting yours, “Thank you, actually. I’ll be back tomorrow.”

He’s kept a specific schedule ever since, showing up during weekdays, Monday through Thursday. He never appears on weekend days, Friday through Sunday, because those are his party days, as he’s told you. Those are the days where he gets himself into trouble and out of it before the week is over.

You’ve been serving him for a good couple of months now, which means you’ve gotten to know him better. Like you said, his name is Finnick, he’s a fashion student in the prestigious Capitol City school—Sacred Heart University—the one you applied to go to, and got rejected because you weren’t their type of student. 

They suck, anyway. You would’ve been miserable there. You’re much happier at the second choice, because they’re more of a community than Sacred Heart is. Besides, they have a lot of rumors that go on at once. Finnick confirmed basically all of them, because he’s one of the popular students there. He’s even admitted to being involved in a few of those stories. He won’t tell you which, though, he’s probably embarrassed.

He’s also a part-time model for some stupid company. They’re abusive with their policies and force him to do a lot of shit that he wouldn’t do by himself. He’s enduring the pain for now because he’s climbing the ropes a lot faster than he would if he started over somewhere else.

You know he’s got a younger brother, and his parents live a few states away. You know that it’s his dream to be famous. You’ve heard all of the drama when it comes to the girlfriends he has. You’ve gotten him out of several bad situations, and he’s told you that he practically owes you his life.

You also know that you’ve got this tremendous crush on him, and he’s been single for a few weeks again.

“Today’s the day.” Cashmere says, waving Finnick’s printed ticket in your face, “You have to write your number on the cup.”

You snatch the paper from her fingers, “I know that, thank you.” 

She’s lucky that he’s not here yet, otherwise he would’ve heard her. Finnick likes to stand at the end of the counter and talk to you while you make other patron’s drinks. Since it’s Monday, you get to hear all the drama he’s been up to over the weekend. For a boy that claims his nose is clean, he doesn’t act like it.

You spend time on the drink, making sure that it’s perfect, like you always do. Finnick will call you out if he thinks that you’re purposely making his drink taste like garbage, he’s got one of the worst coffee addictions you’ve seen in your life. You don’t know how he survives the weekends without it.

Before you pour it into the cup, you pull out your purple sharpie. Cashmere raises her eyebrows, this stupid grin on her face, “Stop!” You laugh, turning away.

‘We should go out sometime, call me! — your favorite barista’. You write on the cup, putting your phone number under the Sweet and Savory Cafe logo. You pour the drink inside, and then set it in the microwave to keep it hot. He should be coming in at any minute.

“I’m going to stock, let me know when he gets here.” You tell her.

Cashmere’s currently taking an order, so she nods her head at you to make sure you know that she hears you. You walk away, going into dry storage to grab more cups, lids and straws. It takes a few trips to make sure that you’ve got everything, filling up the sweetener and grabbing mini creamer cups because people prefer those more.

You’re just about to take off to grab ice buckets to fill the ice well, when you see him through the windows. Finnick’s one of those fashion students that likes to dress up in the most ridiculous outfits. From what you can see through the doors, he’s wearing a mixture of deep green and black, chains hanging off his jeans, spiked bracelets on his wrists. The only thing he’s missing is a mohawk.

He’s told you honestly that he’d change out of these outfits before going to the coffee shop if it weren’t for your reaction to them. Half the time he goes off of reference pictures and creates outfits better than it. He likes to play games where he mixes genres and gets the weirdest fucking outfits. If you were in his shoes, you wouldn’t have the confidence to wear it in public. You’d be too afraid of the judgement.

You think he looks cute in them, though. It doesn’t seem to fit his personality at all.

He opens the door, smiling while talking to someone behind him. You go to turn to grab the coffee for him out of the microwave, but pause when you see who’s following him. 

Finnick must know her, because she’s dressed the exact same way he is, only tweaked in some areas. Her hair is done in liberty spikes, there’s green eyeshadow and black eyeliner smeared around her eyes. She’s got a spiked choker around her throat, and she has a black corset. 

You press your lips together, seeing the way he looks at her.

She’s a student of Sacred Heart, that much is obvious. They must be pretty close if they’re matching and standing that close together. You didn’t think that Finnick would find another girl this soon, he usually builds up to it, and you’re the first to know about it. 

You open the microwave door, tossing the specialized coffee in the garbage. You can feel Cashmere’s eyes on you, waiting for some sort of reaction. The recent order she put in is still on the printer, you pluck it off and start to make it wordlessly, ignoring her and the pair that just came in the door.

“Hey, (Y/n).” Finnick’s at the end of the counter.

“Hi.” You murmur, turning your back to him. You don’t have to see the ticket to know what Finnick wants. It’s only the girl that he’s with.

“Can I get a name for the order?” Cashmere asks the girl that he’s with.

“Johanna.” The girl says, she’s confident, you can tell by her tone. There are times where people order with authority without realizing they’re doing it. It’s because they don’t care about messing up, and they know what they want.

“I’m paying, though.” Finnick says, wandering back over to the register.

You finish Finnick’s new coffee right as the ticket prints. You smooth the sticker on the back of the cup, placing it on the counter and turning your back to him before he can start speaking again.

You should’ve known better than to get involved as much as you did. Finnick’s just a regular at the coffee shop you work at, and you’re nothing but a barista that has his order memorized by heart. It was only a matter of time before he had another girl hanging off his arm. You never thought that he’d actually bring them to where you work, though.

Johanna’s drink is simple, hardly modified. You can appreciate that, she knows what she wants. You finish her drink, setting it down on the counter. She comes around the side, allowing you to get a better look at her. Johanna’s gorgeous, she’s got these wide brown eyes that make you think she’s innocent, but you’ve been listening in on her conversation with Finnick. She’s devious.

“Thanks.” She says, pulling it from the counter. She doesn’t immediately go to drink it, her eyes find Finnick.

“Have a great day.” You force a smile, backing up and heading toward the back room.

The whole cafe feels hot, you use one of the folders to fan your face, hoping that you’re not going to start crying. It’s your fault for getting involved in his personal life, you should’ve minded your own business and did your job. You have other regulars that you don’t have a crush on, so why is he different?

“Are you okay?” Cashmere asks, standing in the doorway, “You know, they’re probably just friends.”

“Did you see the way he looked at her?” You breathe, shaking your head, “There’s no way.”

Cashmere makes a face, agreeing. She was being hopeful for your sake, there’s no point in faking it if you already know what’s happening, “If he didn’t come in most of the week, I’d tell you to change your availability to the days he doesn’t come in.”

You shake your head, dropping the folder, “I should’ve known better, this is my fault.”

“For having a crush? Come on.” She laughs, elbowing you, “It’s human nature.”

—

Finnick hasn’t Johanna brought in since that first day you saw her, two weeks ago. This doesn’t mean that he doesn’t talk about her. In fact, half of the conversations you have consists of information about her. Stuff that you could care less about, like her sneaking a black cat onto campus, her blowing up on a professor, starting fights in the middle of the university.

You manage to create some stupid excuse to get out of the conversation. You need to make another drink, you didn’t hear him three times in a row so he gives up trying to tell you, you’re about to go on a mandatory break so you can’t talk any longer. He’s completely clueless over the fact that you don’t want to talk to him anymore.

You want so desperately for him to fall into the same pattern that the other regulars have. When you make their drink perfectly, they tip you well and raise their cup in your direction before leaving, never to be seen again until the next time they come inside.

Finnick won’t do that. He considers you to be one of his best friends. That’s what you are to him, a friend. You accidentally got yourself stuck in the friendzone because you couldn’t write a confession on a cup any sooner. You didn’t want to tell him immediately after he broke up with his last girlfriend, because she was so obsessed with him that it made him uncomfortable. You wanted to give him an appropriate amount of time for him to get over her.

Shame on you for even thinking that matters to him. You’ve forgotten that he goes through a new girlfriend every two months like clockwork. It’s like he has them lined up, an idea of which girl will be his next victim. They’re never permanent to him. You should be grateful that he brought Johanna in, because you can save yourself the heartbreak of a temporary relationship that you’ve been wanting for almost a year now.

The good news is that you still have weekends away from him. If he’s consistent about anything other than his relationships, it’s his schedule. All you have to do is get past today, Friday, and then you’ll have Saturday and Sunday off. You’ll be able to reset before having to see him again.

“Guys, I think I fucked up the ring in, it’s a complicated order and I missed one of the modifications.” Gloss tells you and Cashmere.

“What’s the name?” You ask, pulling the three newest tickets off the printer. You hate rushes, and even more, you hate it when Gloss rings in the wrong drink during a rush.

“Um—Finnick, right?” He asks.

“I don’t know, you tell me.” You say, not really listening. You hand off the two small tickets and find yourself on the long third one. Your face twists, “What is this shit?”

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Cashmere groans, glancing over your shoulder. She quickly gets back to work.

You sigh through your nose, finding the name at the top of the ticket. He’s right, the name is Finnick. You read through the sticker, “Dude, it’s a caffe mocha with some vanilla syrup.”

You look up from the ticket to find two pairs of eyes on you. The first is Gloss, completely stressed out on the register. You’re in the middle of the Friday rush, and he knows how you feel about complicated orders. He must’ve not realized that it was going to be like this.

The second pair is familiar, and sends a swarm of butterflies through your stomach. You tilt your head at Finnick, suddenly irritated that he’s standing here in line. And the fact that he ordered the drink the complete opposite way that you taught him to. He’s holding up the line, and fucking up your times.

“Just delete the order and ring in a caffe mocha with three pumps of vanilla syrup.” You shake your head at Finnick, turning away to get back to work.

“(Y/n), do you have a second?”

“Does it look like I have time to talk to you right now, Finnick?” You snap, turning your back to him, “We’re clearly busy and you’re purposely creating issues. You can wait until we’ve slowed down.”

You feel bad immediately after the words have left your mouth, but he knows better than to do this. You’ve vented to him before about Friday afternoons and problems that hold up the line and make it harder to escape the rush. You catch him finding a table by the window out of the corner of your eye, head on his hand, scrolling through his phone.

“Shit, (Y/n).” Cashmere murmurs.

“Well, it’s his fault for being a moron.”

The guilt eats away at the back of your mind for the next thirty minutes. You hold off on making his mocaccino, wanting to sit down with him at the table when you have the chance. 

If you’d known that he was coming, you would’ve had it ready on the counter so you could avoid confronting the problem. He’d skip the line and have his coffee fix, and you’d be out a couple of dollars. It’d be a win-win situation.

With Cashmere’s approval, you walk out from behind the counter, a lemonade in one hand and the caffe mocha in the other. You swirl your lemonade in the cup, stirring the raspberry flavored syrup at the bottom. Finnick doesn’t look up from his phone until you’ve placed his steaming coffee on the table.

You pull out the chair across from him, sitting down, “I’m sorry, Finnick, I should’ve had a bit more patience.”

He shrugs, taking a sip from the cup, “It was busy.”

You watch him for a few seconds, “You wanted to talk?”

Finnick nods, fiddling with the shell bracelet on his wrist. He doesn’t speak right away, but he’s obviously gathering his thoughts, judging by the look on his face. He takes a deep breath.

“I meant to ask you sooner, but with finals I got too busy to make time.” He raises his eyebrows, “I was wondering if you’d go on a date with me.”

You stare, waiting for him to laugh. It’s one of his cruel jokes, he’s terrible at comedy, you told him that if he were a comedian then he’d get booed off the stage because his jokes are that horrible.

He doesn’t laugh, and he’s giving you this look that’s telling you he’s not kidding.

“I thought you were dating Johanna.” You say, face twisting. It’s not a question.

Finnick jerks back as if you’ve electrocuted him, “What? No. She’s one of my friends from Sacred Heart, she’s got a long-distance boyfriend.”

The silence that consumes the table is overwhelming. You’re stupid, you’ve been stupid for these past couple of weeks, treating him this way. You should’ve asked first, gotten some sort of context. Instead, you jumped to conclusions like you normally do, but this time it almost cost you a relationship.

This seems to dawn on him at the same time, eyes narrowing, “Did you actually think she was my girlfriend?”

“I kinda assumed that because of the matching outfits.” You murmur, suddenly interested in your lemonade. You’re a fucking idiot, and he’s realizing this, too.

He smiles, “Those punk outfits? That was for a project. Are you telling me that you were jealous of her?”

You squint at him, fingers tightening around the plastic cup. You can feel the heat accumulating in your face, “Well, yeah. That tends to happen when you develop a crush on someone.”

You get to your feet, hoping to break the tension at the table. You should’ve given him that cup with your number on it. If you had a little more confidence, you would’ve. Except, you were also worried about being a goddamn homewrecker.

Finnick sits up, “Are you serious?”

You want to slap him upside his head, “Yes, Finnick.”

A grin crosses over his face, “Will you go on a date with me, then? Just me and you, no Johanna?”

You back away from the table, rolling your eyes at him, “I guess. Let me write my number down so we can make plans.”

“Take your time.” He says, beaming.

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[mouisorange]

☰ Yandere General Headcanons 2

﹝Deuce Spade﹞

Deuce Spade is ﹝ Easily Manipulated, Overbearing, and Embarrassingly Protective ﹞.

Deuce may not understand school subjects very well, but he’s nothing if not determined to fully understand his Darling. Unfortunately, this likely translates to Darling as ‘weird heartslabyul student who won’t leave me alone’ — despite him trying to give them a positive impression of him.  Unfortunately— or maybe fortunately depending on the person —his want for Darling to think of him in a positive light results in him being vulnerable to any kind of manipulation Darling may try to pull on him. Deuce desperately wants to please his Darling, a good relationship with them— romantic or not  —being his end-goal. 

Regarding his yearning for such a relationship, should Darling put on the crocodile tears, he would frantically try to fix whatever is making them ‘upset’ — even if it means leaving them alone for a few hours. He’ll be more tense or quick to try and chase people away the next time they interact because of the time apart.  During the time apart, he’ll be stressing over their view of him or chasing away others trying to talk to Darling— if they don’t want to talk to him, then they must not want to talk to others, right? Deuce isn’t overly possessive, but he’s willing to do a lot to prove to his Darling that he’s reliable and a good [boy]friend. So if they’re not in the mood to socialize, he’ll chases away anyone trying to talk to them. He hopes that if they’re happy with him then maybe they’ll let him be around them more?

—Do you feel better? Heh... I’m glad to hear it! Let me know if there’s anything I can do for you.”

There’s some things he won’t do, even if he knows it’ll upset his Darling one way or another. He won’t completely leave them, a few hours is one thing but never seeing them again? Deuce would never be able to leave them, but in all honesty? Darling probably won’t ever get to the point simply because he’s not horrible to be around. Especially since he’s not constantly talking to them— or waxing poetry, among other things —, Deuce is more than happy to simply walk next to them or a few steps behind them. Darling may even start to miss his company.  He’s so well intentioned that it’s really not even that hard to forget that he used to stalk them, or to over look how weird some of his behavior is. Oh well, Deuce is just happy Darling is letting him sit with them.  They don’t need to know about all the people he’s intimidated into avoiding them anyways, it’s for the best — Deuce promises!

—I’m glad you’re here with me, I love hanging out with you.”

﹝☼﹞

[markhyuck-roomies]

୧˚ₓ･｡ 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐬 ┆┐

☼︎This account is not affiliated with Lee Minhyung | Mark Lee, Lee Donghyuck | Haechan, NCT Dream, NCT 127 or SM Entertainment in any shape or form. This is simply a chatbot made purely for entertainment only. No speech or actions here portray the real person whatsoever, and all backstories and plotlines are complete works of fiction.

☼︎This chatbot may contain swearing, dark (and bad) jokes, mentions of drugs, drinking, inappropriate jokes, stealing, mentions of arson, mild violence, mentions of breakdowns (they're rowdy university students, ‘nuff said), angst, bad flirting, excessive ramen consumption and orange imagery. If any of the above trigger you in any way, do consider interacting carefully if at all. Potentially triggering posts will be tagged accordingly.

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Reblog the activation post before DMing with the following details:

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𝐀𝐠𝐞

(Optional for SFW but absolutely required for NSFW. Both admins are 18+ Do not lie about this, your info will not be shared with others.)

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(note down anything that can be potentially triggering that you'd like to avoid during roleplay)

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𝐑𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫

(As the bot is run by two admins, you have the freedom to choose to either roleplay with:

Admin Mina (specified by : Haechan)

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Or even both at once (specified by : Markhyuck)

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𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐧 𝐏𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞

(You also have the option to create your own with or without the help of the admins! Simply specify with the message that you'd like to come up with your own plot idea)

The admins will then recheck and may have some questions just to confirm before your roleplay will start!

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Do note that Admin Mina and Admin Rin may not be able to reply everyday due to their own responsibilities in life. Both admins roleplay in literate : actions “dialogue”

To deactivate, you can pick either ;

𝐎𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝟏 : ignore the roleplay for a week with no hiatus note or reason and your chat will be deleted

Or

𝐎𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝟐 : type out in chat <end roleplay> and either admins will then inquire to confirm your decision before ending the roleplay.

Reactivation is allowed but do note that you will start again from the beginning with a clean slate. You are also free to try out other plots anytime after you end a roleplay!

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☼︎ Markhyucks's safeword follows the traffic light system; red for stop im uncomfortable, yellow for hold on / slow down and green for everything is alright. This safeword is not only to be used during NSFW scenes but also during the main roleplay if ever the Admins or Markhyuck are uncomfortable with the current situation.

☼︎ Please note that both Mark is monogamous and Hyuck is polyamorous! And that Hyuck is pansexual and Mark is bisexual.

☼︎ Please don't hesitate to leave an ask, as well as any other queries, for Markhyuck if you ever find the need to! 

☼︎ We welcome everyone, including chatbots, OCs, and Y/Ns! Limited RP spaces, as well as whether fresh intakes are available or closed, will be continually updated on Markhyuck’s pinned post. Casual conversation, on the other hand, is unlimited and open to chatbots and OCs.

[atlaese]

hi there! welcome to my (side)blog! my main blog is @outer-spacious, so any likes, asks or comments come from there!

☼ Ariel ☼ 20s ☼ she/her ☼ infj-t ☼ full-time grad student trying hard for her Master’s ☼ i speak four languages, as well as other bits and pieces ☼ i love baking, listening to music, travelling, reading & going out with my friends ☼ no hate of any kind will be tolerated on this blog ☼ safe space for everyone <3

boundaries:

☾ minors are welcome on my blog, they can send asks and interact with my works, but i'd rather not receive dm's from them. ☾ i don't write smut, dd/lg or dark themes. if i'm uncomfortable with a request, i will not write it.

[bakatenshii]

❦ Angel, 23, final year menswear student

— June 19 - Gemini ☼ Leo ⇡ Aries ☾ - entp - 3w7

— GMT+0 usually, GMT-7/GMT+8 sometimes

     ↳ currently: GMT+0

I follow & message from @coelestial!

this is an 18+ blog, I will do my best to block any minors I find, but if you don’t have your age in your bio and you’re a minor please do not interact

❦ I mainly write for BNHA, Haikyuu!!, and JJK

characters I like to write for are:

─── 𝕭𝖔𝖐𝖚 𝖓𝖔 𝕳𝖊𝖗𝖔 𝕬𝖈𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖒𝖎𝖆

Dabi | Todoroki Touya◦Shigaraki Tomura◦Hawks Overhaul◦Kaminari Denki◦Todoroki Natsuo

─── 𝕳𝖆𝖎𝖐𝖞𝖚𝖚!!

Oikawa Tooru◦Kozume Kenma◦Kunimi Akira◦Kita Shinsuke◦Goshiki Tsutomu◦timeskip Hinata

── 𝕵𝖚𝖏𝖚𝖙𝖘𝖚 𝕶𝖆𝖎𝖘𝖊𝖓

Inumaki Toge◦Yoshino Junpei◦Okkotsu Yuuta◦Nanami Kento◦Fushiguro Megumi◦Fushiguro Toji

── 𝕸𝖎𝖘𝖈.

Hisoka Morrow◦Feitan◦Chrollo (Hunter x Hunter) Armin Arlett◦Zeke Yaeger◦Levi Ackermann (snk)

❦ 𝖗𝖊𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖘

As I am an extremely new writer, I can’t promise to deliver so reqs are not open. However! Please feel free to send me thirsts, ideas, prompts, & if it gets me going I might just bang one out <33

❦ 𝖆𝖘𝖐𝖘

Asks will always be answered as soon as I can! That being said, I currently have a lot of them in my inbox still unanswered so I’m really really sorry if I haven’t answered yours! Nothing’s off-limits, tell me your fav boba flavour, rant about your cunt prof, gush about a hentai you watched, anything! I’m always here and always excited to speak to yous ( ˘ ³˘)ఌ

❦ 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖗𝖘𝖙𝖘

Thirsts are always open; again, no promises for any drabbles or substantial writing, but I’m here for all your horny feral screeching needs. Sometimes a thirst might inspire a drabble, so that’ll take a while longer to answer but if I’ve started a wip from a thirst I’ll make a post about it or answer the ask letting you know!

❦ I do not write the following for various reasons:

— fluff, comfort, SFW, gen: honestly I just don’t have it in me, they’ll come out proper cringe. But if you’re feeling it, I can redirect you to some friends who write the best ones that’ll make you certified ~soft~ (crack is fine!)

— scat, vore, hard femdom, pegging, lactation, mommy kink, pedophilia, bestiality: pedophilia/bestiality for obvious reasons, the rest just aren’t for me. Everything else is fair game though!

❦ Darker content that I do write for:

— incest, dub/noncon, hard drugs, somnophilia, body horror, blood, teratophilia

I tag everything as best as I can, but please message me if there’s any TW you ever want me to tag that I might have missed. My TW tags are here.

I specifically write fem! reader, I’d hate to get some things wrong out of ignorance, so I don’t write it.

𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔠𝔨 𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔪𝔶 𝔭𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔱 𝔟𝔬𝔞𝔯𝔡 𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢!

ଘ(���*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚ baka angel

[ninjacore]

about:

sev, 26, he/him

transmasc nonbinary butch lesbian

white, rusyn (not russian - different ethnicity)

pisces ☼ cancer ☾ leo ↑

phd student

dni: 

if you fit general dni criteria (racists, nazis, pedos, terfs, truscum, anti-lgbt, etc)

anti-blm or anti-acab

zionist

pro-russia

if you ship minors with adults, student/teacher, abuse, incest or pairings with otherwise unhealthy power dynamics, produce or consume nsfw content of minors, etc

chasers, if you fetishize minorities

post pro-ana/pro-ed, thinspo, gore or self harm

note:

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