#a tiny one but one nontheless

[gtschnickschnack]

i love thinking abt specific things on borrowers' scale so heres some thoughts on clothing folds and physics! this is a mixture of me looking at doll clothes and making the rest up

#giant tiny #g/t #sfw gt #borrowers #g/t handheld #schnickart #borrower!elias #he had to be my model fo this one #i told him to pose and everything #dont @ me if i dont keep doing clothes like this. some folds just look too akward and for the most part i just want my art to look good #not realistic #but its all fun to think about nontheless... borrowers live in a world of stiff and heavy clothing and its just normal to them

[nerdburritos]

You Taste Like The Sun

Summary: You've been invited to attend the annual noble's ball, hosted by no other than Lord Astarion Ancunìn himself. While you father was busy hunting possible husbands for you, the Lord himself couldn't keep his eyes off you. You had no idea that by the end of the night, you'd be engaged to your host - if it wasn't for one tiny detail: you've never even been kissed before. Maybe Lord Ancunìn could help you with that?

pairing: Astarion/f!Reader | Astarion/f!Tav rating: mature tags/warnings: kissing, fluff, arranged marriage word count: 2.6k read on ao3: You Taste Like The Sun

a/n: english isn't my first language so please excuse any spelling mistakes or grammatical errors!

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The ballroom was absolutely packed with noble people but what did you expect? The annual ball hosted by Lord Ancunìn was not to be missed, it was considered a huge honour to be invited at all. It was your first time attending this year, you father dragged you along with him in hopes of finally finding a possible husband for you, even though that was the last thing you wanted. You enjoyed your freedom, loved your studies and had no need for a man in your life. "They're like children!" your mother once said, but she'd been smiling while looking at your father. They were in love, you've never been, it's a feeling you've yet to experience. Most people your age with your social status were usually married to someone of equal status, love or not, before ending up alone but you've always needed something more - a real connection, trust and at least the possibility of love. The so called "suitors" your family had in mind offered none of that. You sighed, sorting out your beautiful ball gown, before you picked up another flute of champagne, making your way across the room to greet some more pople, have some small talk - it'd be considered rude not to. Before you could reach Lady Belgamour at the end of the room you felt something, or rather someone, bump into you, spilling the champagne all over your expensive dress, you mother would be furious.

"Forgive me, my Lady, how terribly rude of me!" a dark, husky voice immediatley apologized, an arm wrapped around your waist, steadying you. You looked up, it was your host, Lord Ancunìn. He was dressed in a white doublet with gold ebroidery as well as matching slacks which complimented his pale skin tone and white-greyish hair fabously. He almost looked like an angel, if it wasn't for the red eyes. A fallen angel, maybe. Your host took out a silk handkerchief, proceeding to try and clean your delicate dress and you blushed at his attention. He was an incredibly attractive man, a bachelor nontheless, the whole city was after him - young women, old women, married women, hells - even men! He pocketed his handekrchief, making eye contact with you once again. "I'm sorry about your dress, I'll cover the expense for the dry cleaner, of course." Gods, he relly had some stellar manners.

"O-oh Lord Ancunìn, this is not necessary, I did not watch where I was going, it was entirely my fault..." You studdered - of course you'd embarrass yourself in front of the most powerful and attractive man in the city.

"Nonsense, I'll take care of it. Now, I don't think we've been formerly introduced yet, I'm Lord Astarion Ancunìn and you are?" You qucikly introduced youself, bowing slightly as you've been taught, he was a Lord after all, and Astarion gently took your hand, placing a sweet kiss on top of it. "A pleasure, my Lady. I've been wondering when you would finally grace us with your presence, you father is keeping you sheltered but I can hardly blame him with a daughter as beautiful as you." Your face turned beet red at his honeyed words, which Astarion seemed to enjoy, he was quite the sweet talker. The attentions of men were not unfamiliar to you but none of them had a way with words like Astarion did. The Lord offered his arm. "May I have this dance, my Lady?" You could see your father from the distance, looking quite happy about your current situation with the Lord, he probably got his hopes up already. You linked your arm with Astarion's and followed him to the dancefloor, where he immediately settled one hand on your waist, pushing you closer to him and began to flawlessy lead you through a Waltz. He was an exceptional dancer and your heart raced being so close to him. He smelled faintly of bergamot and rosemary,a really nice and sexy combination. Truth to be told, he was everything you could wish for - handsome, polite, a great dancer and true gentleman but something inside you told you that there was more to thim that just that but what was it? Maybe he might be a freak in the sheets? You certainly hoped so and giggled. Astarion lowered his gaze, smiking slightly.

"Are my dance skills so terribly amusing?" he joked, twirling you around the dancefloor playfully, catching you in his arms again as the other guests applauded with delight. 

"Oh no, my Lord." you laughed as he spun you around. "I'm simply enjoying myself."

"I am glad to hear that such a stunning Lady is enjoying my company, I do feel very honoured." And there was that damned blush on your face again. You could simply not deal with open and honest compliments from handsome and succesful men like him apparently. But maybe it wasn't even the compliments, maybe it was just him...and he was so aware of it. A smug smirk was gracing his lips. Maybe he had a thing of riling innocent little things like you up? It didn't really matter now, did it? The Waltz came to a stop, Astarion now bowing in front of you. "It was a pleasure, my Lady. How about a stroll in the gardens to cool down a bit?" He offered his arm again with a soft smile.

"But your other guests..."

"Can very well deal without me. Please, allow me." Astarion guided you out of the ballroom into the lavish gardens, one hand around you waist once again but still keeping a respectful distance. The gardens were beautiful, decorated with more fairy lights than you could count, creating an almost magical environment with all the differend kinds of flowers blooming at this time of the year.

"What a beautiful garden." You complimented, attempting to make small talk. You were feeling quite nervous in his presence, hoping you wouldn't embarrass yourself again. Normally, you'd not give a single shit about the opinion of a man but Astarion was different somehow, even though you just met him. He was different than all of them and not just because he was richer than all of the Lords combined but because his efforts with you seemend honest, almost genuine. Or maybe it was all a very practiced act, a façade, you weren't quite sure but wasn't it all? In a world full of arranged marriages, a façade was all they could offer. 

"Thank you." He seemed quite happy with your compliment. "So, do you like flowers?" You nodded enthusiastically and started to ramble about your passion for gardening (which was unbecoming for a Lady, your maid has said) and favorite kinds of flowers. Astarion seemd intrigued - he actually listened and nodded at the right times before picking up a tiny flower, tucking it into your hair. "Beautiful." he whispered and you weren't quite sure if he meant the flower or you. You wandered further into the gardens, the noise from the palace nearly dying down and reached a small lake. "So, you father told me you're exceeing expectations in your studies?"

"Oh dear." you laughed. "My father can't help but praise me, apparently." Astarion laughed.

"It's all he does at our annual meetings. He's quite proud, you know." A warm feeling settled in your stomach, making your family proud was one of the most important things for you. You father has been working so hard after all. "And I can't blame him I mean, by the God's, look at you." he whispered. 

"I...uh...what?" you studdered, now that was really not ladylike at all, you maid would scowl you for that.

"You're breathtaking." Astarion admitted. The High Lord himself admitted that you, you of all people, were breathtaking. You had no idea how to deal with that information.

"Oh, my Lord. There are far prettier creatures out there than me." You chuckled but telling the truth. You didn't think of yourself as beautiful or smart or anything else, you were normal, average even. Your lack of self-esteem usually really bothered your mother but it was the truth after all, wasn't it?

"No." he shook his head. "They all just pretend to be." Astarion snarled. "They pretend to be pretty, while throwing on all the make up they possess. You are naturally beautiful. The way your freckles shine in the moonlight is spectacular." he whispered, taking a few steps closer to you. "You are an exceptional dancer, none of them could even compare and you have manners, you behave like a Lady while still having quite some spite..." You whole body went rigid. Shit.

"My Lord, if any of my actions have offended you..." Astarion waved you off immediately.

"Not at all, my dear. I did quite enjoy it, actually. I have no use for a wife who just serves and lives to obey, where is the fun in that? While I appreciate your perfect manners, I do hope you have a few naughty sides." He smirked while you let his words sink in. No use for a wife? Wife? Wife. Wife! Oh Gods...

"W-wife, my Lord?" you asked carefully, staring in disbelief as he pulled you closer to him.

"Why, of course. That's why you're here, isn't it? I'm sure you're aware that you father is searching for a husband for you." You huffed, of course he was, that's why he dragged you along in the first place. "Trust me, a few of his candidates shouldn't even be up for discussion, vile creatures, like they deserve you..." he snapped. "But I'm quite sad he didn't consider me." Astarion pouted palyfully, trying to ease the tension. You weren't sure if your family was in huge trouble because your father never considered him or if he was just playing with you.

"Lord Ancunìn, I am sure my father meant no harm!" you quickly explained. "We are far below your status, surely you would never consider the daughter of a simple-" He shut you up by placing a finger on your mouth.

"Don't tell me what I want." He stated calmly, pulling you flush agsinst him. "I guess your father would be more than pleased with me as your future husband." You had no idea what to say. This was not the way you imagined the night would go. "Or you could go on and marry one of the other fools if you so please." You quickly shook your head. No, never, worst nightmare. Astarion was the perfect choice, your parents would be over the moon, surely. "Well, then it's settled."

"Why do you even need a wife?" You quickly blurted out, immediately regeretting your choice of words but you couldn't help but wonder. Had he ulterior moves?

"Well, first of all it grants me, and you family, a certain political immunity. Two Lords combining forces and families is something to be considered across the realms, an alliance would be helpful for both sides and to be frank? Society expects a marriage from both of us. So why not work together, hm?" he smirked. "I don't want to marry the next decent girl. My wife should be educated in all kinds of things, well read, strong political knowledge, perfectly mannered and kind while still being herself. I don't want a doll who obeys all my commands - I want a partner, an advisor. I can see you filling that position more than anyone." That was good enough for you. You knew that if you didn't take him up for his offer, you father would quickly find someone else - someone worse. There was no better match than Lord Astarion Ancunìn, you basically won the jackpot. 

"Very well, I agree." Astarion smirked. 

"In that case, let's seal the deal as any lovers would." he commented playfully and leaned closer, tilting his head towards yours...oh my God, he was going to kiss you. You quickly put some distance between him and yourself, Astarion took a few steps back.

"Excuse me. I meant no harm, I assure you." he quickly apologized. Yes, the Lord had quite the reptutation amongst the noble women (apparently he was an exeptional lover, quite selfless) but he seemed really distraught by your refusal. Not hurt but angry at himself. Ugh, it's not like you didn't want to kiss him, there was just a tiny issue...

"I've never been kissed." you quickly blurted out, blushing with embarrasment as you stared at the ground, your heels seeming quite interesting all of a sudden. Astarion froze, then he smirked and closed the distance between you two once again. He quickly placed a gentle, warm hand on your cheek, grasping your chin with other hand, lifting our face up to meet his gaze.

"That's what this is about?" he asked gently, you nodded. Well, it's not like you had the chance to practice a lot without a proper partner. "I didn't mean to pressure you." You nodded, feeling relived. So he did care about consent - good. "I just thought a beautiful Lady like you had thousands of opportunities..." you gasped, he smirked.

"What kind of Lady do you take me for? A common harlot?" Astarion laughed, and what a beautiful sound it was. 

"Oh no, my love, absolutely not but men are vile creatures so please do forgive me." You chuckled, still in his arms as he gazed down at you almost lovingly. "Sooooo, about that kiss..."

"You scoundrel!" You giggled as you playfully pushed him, he seemed to enjoy teasing you. "But I guess I can indulge you? It might not be good..." you warned, your heart already racing, you'd probably make a fool out of yourself in a few seconds. He had all this experience and you didn't...

"Nonsense!" he took your face in both hands, gently stroking your cheeks with his thumbs and placed a gentle but long peck on your lips - nothing more. A sweet, gentle kiss without any intentions but full of adoration and respect. You gasped as he pulled back, the Lord looking quite smug already. "How was that?" Astarion asked as you touched your lips. 

"Really nice." you admitted. Nice? It felt incredible. His lips were so soft, the pressure was perfect, this man made your knees weak. You wanted more. 

You leaned forward slightly, placing another gentle kiss to his lips as he gave you a reassuring smile and pulled you closer to him, not allowing you to part, keeping your lips pressed together. He let out a husky chuckle against your lips as he finally took a tiny step back. You already missed the feeling of his lips pressed against yours, he was addicting.

"Want some more?" Astarion whispered and you eagerly nodded. This little..tryst in the depths of his garden was highly uncalled for but you didn't even care anymore. He pressed a series of quick pecks on your lips, making you gasp before catching your bottom lip between his and sucking. You moaned, he immediately turned the innocent pecks into a full-blown open mouth kiss as you mimicked his actions, kissing him deeply for a few seconds before you felt something warm and wet enter your mouth. His tongue. You froze but Astarion rubbed small circles into your lower back, helping you relax as you let his tongue enter your mouth. It felt weird but somehow good. Gods, you couldnt believe this. This morning you were just an ordinary woman and now, not even 12 hours later, you were engaged and snogging Lord Ancunìn. You felt Astarion move, he pressed you against a nearby tree, caging you in with his strong arms as he continued to kiss you sensually. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer and he let out a gentle moan, which turned you on tremendously. You parted, both gasping for air.

"You taste wonderful, my love." he murmured before leaning in again, brushing his lips softly against yours. "I can't help myself but get lost in you."

You blushed at his sweet words, maybe this whole marriage thing wouldn't end so bad after all?

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #astarion #astarion fanfic #astarion smut #astarion x female reader #astarion x reader #astarion x you #astarion x tav #astarion x female tav #astarion romance #bg3 smut #bg3 fanfiction #bg3 reader #baldur's gate 3 fanfiction #ascended astarion #vampire

[momentomori24]

I swear to God, Twitter being able to accumulate so many brain-dead, malicious, pseudo intellectual low lives all in one place at the same time is a phenomenon worthy of being studied under a microscope in a science lab. And no, that is not a compliment.

Thankfully people have already spoken out against this bullshit-- the fact that people needed to is already maddening to think about-- but as someone who got the basic gist of what happened literally yesterday I'll also put my voice out there: Don't you fucking dare try to paint Hbomb as a murderer over this situation.

Somerton may be a lying, misogynistic plagiarist and conman, but he obviously doesn't deserve to die and while I do make fun of the guy, I genuinely hope that he continues to have a life after the dust has settled on everything. Not on YouTube or any social media platform for a long time at least, but just a life nontheless. I don't wish what he's potentially going through on anyone, and I hope that he makes it through this. But regardless of if he does or doesn't-- and God forbid he doesn't-- none of this is Hbomb's fault. It's not his fault, or Kat's fault, or Jessie's fault (because apparently there's people blaming her too cuz WHY NOT), or anybody's fault. All they did was call out his actions, hold him accountable for the harm he's done. They have done nothing to deserve having to carry this on their shoulders should the worst happen. They did nothing wrong. They didn't kill James (he's not confirmed dead yet either btw). They are not murderers. And to the people saying they are: say those words out loud, listen how they sound like, and re-evaluate. Just cease.

And to people like this:

''Oh I'm not blaming him for anything I'm just blaming him for what his audience did because according to HIM you're responsible for your audience'' Yeah, you people can shut your mouths too. Of course you're responsible for your audience, and that includes Hbomb too. However, your tiny, godless little monkey brain can't see why your argument is still rubbish even with that in mind. The difference between James, Internet Historian and Hbomb is that Hbomb never promoted problematic behaviour to his audience. If you promote problematic shit like harassment or misogyny or racism, then yeah, you're absolutely responsible for how your behaviour influences your audience. But that's not what he did. He made it very clear where he stood on those things, literally stating that ''if anyone were to harass Somerton on his behalf they are worse than him and will not see the light of heaven''. He's done his part in making it clear that harassment is wrong, so if someone went out of their way to go against that and harass James anyway that doesn't reflecf on him at all. Also, what the hell do you mean ''hatemobbed'' to suicide? I don't doubt there are people who went to extremes because those bad apples always exist, but most of the things I've seen are valid critisisms, memes and call outs about that guy. If holding people accountable for their actions and poking fun at them a little counts as 'hatemobbing'' (which has Filip calling his critics a ''lynch mob'' energy tbh) what the hell do you call actual hatemobbing then? Do we just let people continue being shitty because calling them out ''damages their mental health'' or ''drives them to suicide'' then? Is that a world you want to live in?

Same thing goes for people like this:

Criticing someone for their objectively bullshit content and wanting them dead are two seperate things. What the actual hell is wrong with you. The plagiarist in question is a person. Those ''harshest critics'' are still people. And because we're people, we care. I'd rather James pump out more plagiarised slop than commit suicide. I'd still hate him for it, but I'd prefer him being alive over the alternative any day. We all do. None of us would sleep easier knowing he's dead just because he wouldn't be ''committing the cardinal sin of putting out a 'pure content mill' video'' because someone taking their own life is horrific-- especially Hbomberguy, how dare you even try to imply that?

And this gets me to the reason I'm furiously typing all this out in the first place: Hbomb is the fucking victim here, so stop treating him like he isn't. He tried making things as right as possible by compensating those that were burned by James through a video where he revealed everything there needs to be known about the guy so that less people fall victim to his actions and lies. To just ignore the harm James was causing while he had the evidence to prove it and platform too big to threaten into non existence should he speak out would've been bad. So he didn't. He did the right thing by sticking with the people James had stolen from, giving them a voice and making them known after they've been scrubbed from the picture by decidedly being uncredited for their works or bullied into silence. He shouldn't have to deal with this for doing the right thing. He shouldn't be labelled a murderer for doing the right thing. He shouldn't have to have the death of a man on his conscience for doing the right thing. People claiming otherwise are obviously wrong, but I can't imagine what all this must feel like right now. Because even tho they're wrong, guilt isn't a rational thing, and I know that if I were in his position I'd still feel like a morally bankrupt individual were the worst to happen even if I knew that it was not my fault. This isn't a funny story. So to add to this dumpsterfire by using it as a prop to bash on a creator you don't like and immediately write Somerton off as dead even when he's not even been confirmed dead yet to do that shows how little these people actually care about the thing they're talking about. They don't care a guy potentially killed himself-- what they care about is using it to paint Hbomb in a bad light because they don't like him. Here they are, posting memes and ill jokes about this very delicate situation while barely a day since the news broke out had passed. It's opportunistic, it's sickening, and literally the exact thing he criticised in his video when talking about 'content mills'. Like, I know none of these clowns bothered to actually watch it, but have some self-awareness. And some shame too, while you're at it.

This long story short: I'm writing this to contribute to the narrative not getting twisted to make Hbomb out to be the villian. Same goes for everyone else. Don't let these people paint them as the villians. If I see another person pull this shit again I will literally bite you and shred you into salad and spit you back out because I hate you so much and I mean that wholeheartedly.

To Hbomb: you will never see this but if you do, take care of yourself.

To the asshats this post is about: Delete your account. Cease all together. Stop talking about this. Just leave him the fuck alone.

#hbomberguy #james somerton #this post took me ages to finish and really grinds my gears #i would not survive on that hellscape with people like this holy shit #really hope this situation turns out for the best #i wrote this while i was frustrated and sleep deprived so apologies for unnoticed grammar i'll correct it later #i'll be keeping my eyes peeled for any updates on this situation this is actually getting scary

[max-the-many]

"Like it in your little crystal-sphere? Sorry dude, but you'll get you body back eventually, I promise. And until then I'll take good care of it" I smirked, adjusting my new crotch with wide spread legs.

I had an eye on him for quite a while. Saw him first at a football game. So it was as easy as going to team-events to see him again. I quickly got fixed on wanting to play with him.

His name was Jake. Bit by bit I prepared, did the necessary chants, preparing myself, the ingredients, collected bits like a towel he used, laying on the side of the field, a paper cup he drank out of and stuff like that.

Along with that I prepared him, slipped in drops of tinkture in drinks, brushed certain totems on items he might wear, prepared places he might be, the area I saw him sit frequently.

And bit by bit I felt the border lowering down, built up a rudimentary connection to the point where I sensed, that it might be time.

That evening I knew, he would be alone. He lived in a small house, like a kind of frat-venue with several other guys, some from the team, some others.

While preparing my leap I had noticed that there was one might when everyone seemed to have some kind of weekly obligation. Everyone but him. I teally couldn't be more lucky.

Nontheless I kept an eye on the house. But when the last one left I didn't waiste one second until I crossed the street, up to the house with raising thoughts.

I rang, felt my heart up to my throat alrhough this wasn't the first time I did something like that. But the excitement was still on.

When I heared rushibg steps down a staircase my hand gripped more closely around a tiny bottle in my hand, a crucial part of what was to come, filled with a dark green, viscous liquid.

Everything seemed to slow down, the steps, the sound of the door handle beeing turned, a klick, the door slowly opening, revealing his surprised face before I flung the bottle, throughing out the liquid all over those pretty features.

He stumbled back, lifted his arms to his face, to that sticky liquid clinging to every pore, soaking in along with a strong scent entering his nostrils, the recipe perfectly matched to him.

With a look around I entered, pushing him further back as he struggeled, cuffing, choking on that tinkture until he slowly went down, losing his conciousness as I unpacked my bag, preparing that final step, placing the ingredients, not few of them prepared with his residue, finally putting my most valuable possession besides his head before I started to chant, closing my eyes, focusing on him, on me, raising my very essence, longing for that connection to send it over, feeling it oozing out every pore of my body, drifting over to soak into his, pushing him out to be captured by that orb of crystal.

I woke up merely minutes later. The feeling of his body flushing through my mind, filling me up with raging excitement until I got on my feet. I did it! I took him! That pulse, that new feel.

Besides me there still was my former self. Not me. A mere hust now that I left him again. I would eventually turn him back, give him his self, unbind it from the item I transfered his self into like I would do with Jakes as having him in that crystal isn't meant to be permanent.

With my former body I wasn't in a rush. I would get the item eventually leading him up in Jakes room for now. To be honest, I craved some fun since his basic body functions are fully operating at that state. And let me tell you - I did choose him for a reason...

#male possession #edit

[lisaas2418]

The overblot boys showing their unique magic to the great seven.

Alright so I can imagine that the overblot boys were explaining their unique magic and the great seven were interested and wanted to see a demonstaration.

Riddle 🌹

So for this to work and 'cuz it's my headcanon, Riddle can only do his spell on those who have magic, since on people without magic like Yuu it wouldn't work 'cuz there is no magic that can be sealed.

So a person with magic steps forward to be spelled on (whoever that is you can decide on your own) and Riddle says and points his magic pen at them "Off with his head".

And at that second the person has a collar aroumd their neck and they can't cast their magic anymore. After the demonstration Riddle let the collar disappear.

The Queen of Hearts was ofcourse very proud of Riddle for having such a useful spell

Queen of Hearts: I know I don't have magic but if I were to have would wanted to have a spell that can actually behead people? 😁

Riddle: With all due respect your majesty......no.

Leona 🦁

Leona just grabbed a nearby plate said "King's Roar" the plate turned into sand and called it a day.

Scar likes that it's called King's Roar but he hides his happyness very well.

Although Ruggie stepped a few steps away as Leona grabbed the plate due to what happened to him in Book 2

Shenzai: Hey what happened there tell us!

Benzai: Yeah yeah come on it can't be that bad

Ed: .......

Ruggie: Leona grabbed my arm used his spell on it and almost turned my arm into sand 🙂

The hyeanas:...........

Benzai: Are you ok?

Ruggie: Well still a little grumpy at him for doing it but yeah I am fine 😁.

(He is not fine, boy is traumatized)

Azul 🐙

Sucks to be him 'cuz no one wanted to make a contract with him, especially not Ariel.

Ursula was sad that she couldn't see it herself buut is still happy that here deal and his spell are kinda the same

Azul: Come on it isn't bad at all 😁

Yuu: Yes it is 😒

Azul: What did you said?

Yuu: You heard me you shady octopus.

Azul: Hey!

Jamil 🐍

Yeah no one exactly wanted to be hypnotized, especially those who have been before......that was until Kalim voluntered so he could give Jami a chance to impress the Sorcerer of sands. Jamil was a little perplexed but he agreed nontheless.

And with the words "Snake Whisper", Kalim was under the spell....again.

Yeah it did impressed Jafar and also a tiny little jealous since he has to use his staff to hypnotize someone and Jamil just can do it with his eyes, but is still impressed.

Yuu: Alright you did now free him.

Jamil: You know he didn't had to. I mean I wouldn't mind using it on you agai since-

Yuu: Try it ever again and I will punsh you much worse then I did then and even more 🙂

Jamil:........alright

(And no Yuu doesn't hate him but they really hate that stunt he pulled)

Vil 💄

Well since he didn't exactly wanted anyone to actually hurt, he just touched an apple, decided that the curse shall be slowely rottening in 10 seconds, said "Fairest One Of All" amd it happned as he wanted it to happen.

The evil queen found that as a valuableand usefull spell, especially in terms for against people.

Ace: I still a little stiff due to that stupid spell

Vil: If you wouldn't have eaten the food in the fridge over nightime it wouldn't have happened.

Ace: We were hungry for crying out loud!

Vil: You ate dinner and decided to have an useless "midnight snack".

Ace: That dinner wasn't enough!

Yuu: Can we move on already?

Idia 🎮

For obvious reasons he can't do the spell at all

But Hades found that cool that he can literally open the gate like that without needing extherna things

Yuu: I really hope you will never use that spell again.

Idia: I am not an idiot.

Yuu: Yet you-

Idia: I was under the blots influence!

Yuu: So were the others!

Malleus 🐉

Yeah he ain't gonna put people into sleep again he learned his lesson.

Well Malefizent did knew about his spell since she is his great-great-grandmother.

Yuu:.........

Malleus:.........Yuu-

Yuu: Tsunotaro.

Malleus: Yeah?

Yuu: I forgave you alright. It's just.....I don't like to remember it.

Malleus: I...can understand that

A little angst on the last part but screw it

#twisted wonderland #house of mouse au #anon asks #twst yuu #overblot gang #the great seven

[via-l0ve]

Can you do Johnny x f!reader who works at the drive in at the concession stand? And whenever he goes to a get a coke or something reader always flirts w/ him and stuff

The Three Times you Flirted with Johnny Cade and the One Time He Did Something About it

a/n: I ADORE YOU I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS!!!! 🫶🏻🫶🏻

warnings: swearing, i don’t know how the fuck to flirt but i tried💀 not proofread bc i’m a lazy fuck but i’m lowkey proud of this! i hope you like <3

Nights in Tusla were always comforting. the smooth, cool breeze that messed up all of the greasers hair and that blew the girls’ skirts around gently was always there, and the shine of the drive-in movie screen playing some movie that no one really paid attention to. The drive-in was a place that everyone could go to if they wanted to just unwind, see a fight, or actually watch a movie (even though that was rare).

y/n spent most of her nights there. She worked as often as she could so she would be able to support herself and some of her family. she made decent money and it was an easy job; pouring drinks and popcorn and getting to sneak a peek at the movies playing each night was a good time, especially if a fight happened and she could lean over the counter and see it - those were her favorites.. even if they did make her a tad anxious.

On this specific night, Y/n was admittedly a bit bored. The movie playing was nothing of her interests, and there was little traffic at the drive-in. She busied herself with watching a couple of her fellow workers play a card game. Her eye caught someone walking up, so she got back up and started to turn the wheel for the popcorn, making sure it didn’t burn.

“hey.” a boys voice cut through the air.

Y/n turned around and there stood a boy. he had tan skin, raven black hair, and big, dark eyes. he was wearing a leather jacket and some blue jeans. his hair was greased back but it looked cute nontheless.

“oh, hey there.” y/n smiled at him, leaning on the counter slightly.

“can i jus’ get a coke?” he asked, a small smile on his face.

“course ya can.” y/n smiled at him, pouring a drink quickly.

“you know.. i don’t see too many guys as cute as you ‘round here.” y/n shamelessly flirted with him, offering him a tiny smile.

“o-oh..” he blushed a bit, the tips of his ears turning red.

“well… don’t wanna keep you waitin’ all night!” y/n laughed softly, handing him the coke he asked for.

“i-uh-t-thank you.” he smiled, handing her a $5 and walking off. y/n watched him walk off, smiling to herself. If he came here again, she just had to ask his name.

—

A couple days later, y/n was back at the job; working her ass off and bustling around the counter, grabbing popcorn and sodas and various candies that people were demanding. The movie playing was a new one, so naturally a lot of people bustled in with lots of money. Y/n’s work outfit was stained from butter and sodas, but she knew she was gonna get good pay at the end of the day. she was holding two cokes in her hands and balancing a candy bar on her arm. she carefully dropped them on the counter and looked up to take the money and to get the next persons order. She was met with the pretty eyes from the same boy she had met just a few nights ago. An immediate smile covered her face.

“hey cutie! you’re back!” she smiled, grabbing a coke again. He just smiled, a blush covering his face again.

“you want a coke?” y/n asked, sliding it over to him.

“sure.” he smiled, pulling out another $5.

y/n smiled, taking it from him. “so what’s your name anyways? I can’t let such a handsome guy get away without at least asking his name.”

he blushed again, smiling at her flirtatious antics.

“it’s uh.. my names Johnny. Johnny Cade.” he ran a hand through his greased hair.

Johnny. it sounded nice, fit him well, too. y/n thought to herself, her cheeks tinting just a little pink.

“well, Johnny, i hope to see you around here again. you make the nights a lot more fun.” she smiled, turning around to take an order from a soc dramatically ringing the small bell they had.

Johnny was left to stare as she walked away, a small chuckle leaving his lips as he walked back to join Ponyboy and Dallas, eager to tell them about the girl he kept running into.

—

Y/n didn’t see Johnny until a week and a half later. It was another boring shift, filled with bad puns from customers and drinks spilling on counters, making y/n have a mini heart attack every time she accidentally touched a sticky counter. She was talking to a younger child and giving him the popcorn he had asked for when Johnny came up to the counter. he looked different; more nervous. He had a gash on his cheek.

“holy shit. what happened to your handsome face?” y/n asked, moving over to him and grabbing a coke from underneath the counter.

“hey.” he blushed softly.

“got jumped by some socs yesterday. no biggie.” he said.

y/n looked at him in slight bewilderment.

“no biggie? you’ve got a nasty gash, Johnny.” she worried, sliding him the coke and studying his face.

“it’s okay, really. guy jus’ had a couple o’ rings.” he gave her a warm smile.

“okay.. if you say so.” she said, moving to scrub a sticky area of the counter.

“hey.. i was thinkin,” Y/n looked at Johnny as he spoke.

“since you got my name last time i think i should get yours.” he smiled.

“oh really?” y/n teased, leaning over the counter so their faces were inches apart. he blushed scarlet, nodding.

y/n giggles softly.

“sure, Johnny Cade. it’s y/n.” she smiled at him as he handed her a $5

“pretty name.” he complimented with a blush.

“not as pretty as you.” y/n flirted again, taking the $5 and pocketing it.

he just blushed, looking down.

“see you around, Johnny.” y/n smiled, sending a wink his way and walking over to serve another person.

—

Y/n spent almost every night for the next week working at the drive in. She hadn’t seen Johnny too much - which she’d be lying if she said she didn’t miss. The interactions with the pretty boy had always managed to brighten up her shifts, even if it was mainly her flirting with him. The way his eyes sparkled and his hair shone in the light from the drive-in. The way that his cheeks tinted red every time y/n complimented him.

Y/n was humming to herself, watching some kids play a game of football but with the little paper scraps they had stolen from the booth earlier. It was a slow night. her cheek rested in her hand as she leaned against the counter.

“hey, y/n!” Johnnys voice called out. Y/n whipped around and immediately smiled when she saw his pretty face.

“hey, lover!” she smiled, the playful nickname rolling off her tongue. he laughed slightly before walking up to the counter.

“how are you tonight?” he asked, watching as y/n reached behind the counter.

“oh, you know. slow night.” she smiled, handing him an ice cold coke.

“thanks, y/n.” he smiled, pulling out yet another $5.

“How about i make you a deal?” y/n smiled at him.

he looked intrigued. “i cant make a deal if i dunno what it is. that’s sketchy.” he smirked slightly.

y/n rolled her eyes with a smile.

“you can have the coke on the house tonight.. if you go on a date with me.” she winked, sliding the $5 back to him. his face went red and he looked into her eyes.

“r-really?” he asked with a smile. she nodded.

“i don’t make this offer often.” she said playfully.

“well then i better accept.” he smiled, matching her energy.

“well when works for you, johnny cade?” y/n asked, handing him the coke.

“how ‘bout tomorrow, 7pm, the dingo?” he suggested.

“perfect.” y/n smiled, handing him a slip of paper.

“that’s my number. call me.” she winked, leaning over and gently kissing his cheek. he blushed, watching her walk away and tend to other things.

#thank you sm for this request #the outsiders imagines #love u mwah #the outsiders #johnny cade #johnny cade x reader

[banzaitaka]

Interesting anyways, saw your requests are open 👀

It's about y/n (male reader) who is the son from the prison director, I think her name is Momoko and he is the new cell mate from the four main ones. He got the Japanese side from his dad who he k'lled for reasons. It's at first platonic but maybe he builds up a relationship with Nico. Maybe have them go on for adventures in prison, and maybe the secret of y/n is going to revealed

Take all the time you need for writing it

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THERE IT IS!! MY FAVORITE PHRASE!!! "Take all the time you need for writing it" Ily

Also, Momoko is also Japanese, so if (Y/N)'s dad is Japanese then...Yeah, (Y/N) got his Japanese side from both his parents duifgidfg

YO the way I said I don't write angst. but then type this as if it was second nature sidjfosijfdi I just really hate bad endings, and I know the angst lovers would drown me in angst prompts if I allowed them--- This ain't proof read btw

Nanbaka Masterlist

I hope this is what you wanted & you enjoy reading! Tips are very appreciated!

TW: mentions of murder of parental figure (not described), hints of domestic abuse

Nico x male! reader

Overwhelmed

"Roll call! #69!"

"Yo..."

"You have bed hair. #25!"

"Hehe..."

"What are you laughing at? #11!"

"Yeah..."

"When will you stop using so much product? #(N)!"

"Over here."

"Good. #15!"

A moment of silence before Hajime grabbed the bars in the door window, "#15!" "I'm here, I'm here. Geez."

Another day at Nanba Prison, building 13, cell 13. Actually a rather special one, seeing Jyugo spent the whole night sleeping in the cell and had yet to open the door to sneak out. But it was also special because of another reason. Exactly one week ago #(N), (Y/N), was transferred to cell 13.

Something a certain cellmate didn't want to miss out on celebrating. Nico was pretty attached to (Y/N) starting from day one. But besides sitting together to watch anime, (Y/N) never showed any interest in doing any activities with any of his cellmates. He's been invited to their little breakouts numerous times, but he always declined. Nico actually got on his knees and begged him to come along, more often than not. Which resulted in Uno trying to convince him too, but to no avail.

Dragging him along with force wasn't an option either. (Y/N) has proven he's not to be messed with, and his cold glare alone was enough to make them back off. But by far not enough to make them dislike him. Especially Nico. One of the main reasons why he loved his new cellmate so much is BECAUSE of that. He's so mysterious, strong. And so many other exaggerated adjectives the green-haired saw in him.

"I don't need to get beaten up for no reason.", was (Y/N)'s reasoning. It actually went a tiny bit deeper. You see, he was actually the son of the warden, Momoko Hyakushiki. He already feels incredibly embarrassed to be inprisoned, in his mother's prison nontheless, but what if she also found out about him trying to break out? It didn't matter if it was for fun (which is how Uno tried to convince him to come along), attempted breakout is attempted breakout.

(Y/N) didn't want to be associated with bad people more than he already was. His heart was at the right place, and he wanted his mother to know that. That's why he tried hard to be a model inmate, doing whatever he was told by the guards, always being on time, never causing any trouble,... Yes, that was him. A good guy. A functioning member of society.

Not some ruthless murderer who felt like not wanting a father anymore. He was pushed and pushed and pushed to the brink of insanity, and while he didn't believe what he did was the right thing to do, it wasn't something he could've prevented in the moment of self defense.

Perhaps this was the reason why (Y/N) didn't want to grow close to his cellmates. Rather not be close to them incase they find out about it and then push him away.

And while Uno and Rock found his behavior kind of odd, they all decided to just leave him be. But knowing Nico, he couldn't sit still for long, and certainly didn't take 'no' for an answer.

"Hey, (Y/N)!" Startled, the male let go of the mountain, which consisted of his futon, in his arms, giving Nico a sideglare, "What?" The bright smile the green-haired shot him sealed his fate.

An everlasting scowl was planted on (Y/N)'s face, barely keeping up with Nico's quick step as he was dragged along by the arm. Nico didn't seem to mind, sending a lot of smiles his way, "So, what game do you want to play first?", they stopped in their tracks in the middle of the Arcade room. (Y/N) only sighed, letting his gaze wander from game to game, taking in the vibrate colors and cheery background melodies.

His fingers itched to start playing any of these, but was he ready to admit that mere minutes after he, oh so firmly, insisted on staying in the cell? Nope. But trying to leave wasn't an option either. If he played the next simple step right, he'll be playing without admitting anything.

"I dunno.", paired with a slight shrug of his shoulders. An invitation to let Nico decide. "Then let me show you my favorites!" Perfect.

...Nevermind, maybe it wasn't that perfect.

It didn't take long for (Y/N)'s pokerface to disappear without him noticing. And even though he still couldn't relax his muscles all the way and let loose completely, he found himself genuinely enjoying his time with Nico. His cheery personality was contagious, makes one wonder if that was one of his diseases.

The stories Nico started to tell were hilarious, pulling laughter out of (Y/N)'s lungs again and again. This was the first time Nico had heard the male laugh. It made him feel all warm and giddy "Haha! You seem to be having fun! That makes me happy!" It became really hard to deny Nico's observation, not that Nico would've believed him anyways. "I'm having lots of fun too! We should do this more often!"

A tempting thought, really, but it would go against the very first rule he put up for himself when he transferred. ...Was he...Was he overthinking this? Or was he starting to play it down, convincing himself it was no big deal even though it definitely is? In all honesty, (Y/N) started to feel a new emotion tugging on his heart; jealousy. He wanted to be part of those stories the green-haired talked about so fondly.

But what caused this sudden change? It wasn't like he never had the desire to befriend people and create memories together. In actuallity, it was him who swallowed it down in attempt to protect his heart. He didn't want to give in. He didn't want to let it out, but he didn't want to keep it in. What to do? What to do? What to do?

The joycon shook under his vice grip around it, visualizing the conflict that was bubbling up inside of him. This felt so wrong, but also like he needed it. Like an unbearable thirst, turning to mud water to quench it. And when Nico layed his hand upon his own and looked at him with concern in his eyes, he snapped. And cried.

It was too much.

That was many weeks ago. Many, many weeks. The sound of sirenes weren't new to (Y/N), but the thrill of being the cause of them definitely was. Who knew breaking out could be so much fun?

"(Y/N), watch out!" Just in time, (Y/N) managed to lean backwards to dodge a giant ball that was coming from a high spot on the wall. Uno took ahold of his arm before he could tip over completely and tugged him along, "You good?" The (Y/HC)-haired nodded, the shock of that close hit wearing off as he shared a grin with the blonde.

"Guys! This way!"

Uno and (Y/N) joined the other three at the end of the big room, Jyugo just opened a hidden door in the corner. They all squeezed in quickly, not without complaining about how close they were to each other, and as soon as they did, the door closed again, leaving only the boys' imagination to explain the deafening noise coming from behind it.

Letting out a big breath all at the same time, the prisoners allowed themselves to relax for a moment. "This was certainly a new approach of them.", Rock commented. "Yeah, but it was pretty dumb putting the door somewhere so predictable. They seem to have a thing for corner doors.", Jyugo added, shrugging.

That made (Y/N) tense up, "That sounds like a trap to me.", he started to sweat, mumbling on, "You know I enjoy doing this with y'all, but I really don't want my mom to find out about this..." Nico was quick to rush, as best as he could in that tight space, to the males side, "Don't worry! Hajime would never allow the warden to find out!", his cheery reassurance was accompanied by a small hug.

But before it could shake a reaction out of the male, the room began to shake instead...

Heavy, hot breath hit the cold night air, forming small clouds. (Y/EC) eyes looked around, trying to figure out where he ended up. "Oww...", a whine interrupted him, as his eyes settled on the green-haired laying next to him, face first on the ground. "You okay?", his mumble was accompanied by a growl of pain of himself. "Yeah, I'm okay. Egh-", Nico shook the dirt out of his hair, before turning to the other, "What about you?"

Watching those ruby eyes filled with concern look him over like that shook a memory awake. A memory he came to see as his favorite.

"Earth to (Y/N)! Heeeeellooooo!" "WH- Yeah! Yeah, I'm alright! Stop waving your hand infront of my face." Doing as he was told, Nico retracted his hand, giggling, "You're so cute when you're flustered!", the green-haired's giggle would've been contagious if it wasn't for the fract (Y/N)'s face felt like it was on fire. "And what do you mean by that, huh?"

"You often zone out when I'm looking at you, then go all red when you snap out of it!" For a moment, (Y/N) couldn't push out any words, just sounds, blabbering. Thought Nico was the oblivious type. Or maybe...he just paid attention.

"Anyways!", (Y/N) snapped his head in a different direction, "How did we end up on this roof? And where are the others?" Nico crawled closer to the other, sitting down next to him, "I dunno! This place is full of suprises. That's why breaking out is so much fun here!"

Finally a smile reached the (Y/HC)-haired's face as well, "That's true.", his gaze wandered up into the night sky, the stars were as beautiful as ever. But he couldn't admire their beauty for long, being interrupted by a sudden weight on his shoulder. Nico laid his head on it, smiling up at the male in a somewhat soft manner, fairely new to the usual energetic boy, "I really like your smile, it's so pretty. Makes me feel all warm and fuzzy when I see it!"

Was it happening?

Badumm

Did he feel the same?

Badumm

It's too much-

Badumm

"(Y/N)...you know, I- I really like you! Like-like yo-"

"Nico!"

The sudden silence was deafening to the ears, confusion was written all over Nico's face, while (Y/N) was starting to shake. Too much, too fast. He wasn't prepared! He wanted to tell him that the feeling was mutual, he really did! But he...he had yet to tell him about his secret. There was no way he'd let him in without being 100% honest.

The green-haired laid a hand on (Y/N)'s, trying to calm down the shaking, "What's wrong, (Y/N)?" (Y/N) knew he couldn't run away from letting it out. How will he ever learn to let loose when he keeps binding himself down? With something he had absolutely no controll over.

He wanted to be able to trust, to be able to love.

And that made him snap all over again.

Hiccuping was the only thing breaking the silence. (Y/N) was starting to regret several life decisions. Ever defending himself, ever letting Nico drag him along, ever letting go of his facade, ever letting Nico hear his laugh, ever growing close to his cellmates, ever falling for Nico...It was all too much.

"Agh-"

His back crashed to the hard ground, arms tightly wrapped around his neck. The wet feeling on his chest confused him, heck, the whole body weight on him confused him. "Nico...?"

"You're a hero!", the green-haired's voice was muffed, and you can practically hear the tears he cried, "You're a hero!", he lifted his head to lock eyes with the male he tackled to the ground, "You did it to protect your mom and yourself! You never had the intention to just do it! It must've- must've been so tough for you! I would never think you're a monster!"

In an instance, (Y/N) reciprocated the hug, wrapping his arms tightly around Nico's torso. And they cried in each other's embrace until Nico slowly pulled them both up, letting go was not an option though, as he grips the males hands in his own, "You're so amazing...", another smile broke through his teary face, slowly coming down, "After all that's happened to you, you're still so full of joy...I didn't know your story until now, but...I knew you had it hard either way. And how you're still able to shine is what I like so much about you."

The way the green-haired blushed as he went on, made (Y/N)'s heart skip beat after beat. It's too much, but not in a bad way, for once. It's too much, but- "I really want to be with you, so...knowing you trust me so much to tell me that makes me really happy!"

"I...I like you too...", a whisper, a shaky whisper, clearly overwhelmed, but it was okay.

Nico let out a hearty laugh, tackling down (Y/N) once again. They're laughter was just music to each other's ears. And they could feel each other's hearts just banging inside their chests.

"THERE YOU ARE #25 AND #(N)!!"

"Save yourselves!"

They're in trouble, but they're okay.

#nanbaka x reader #nanbaka x male reader #nico x reader #nico x male reader #nanbaka nico #nanbaka nico x reader #nanbaka nico x male reader #x reader #x male reader

[loaflovesdoodling]

ooh! can you tell us more about your metadad, perhaps (tumblr isn't letting me use interrogation marks wth)

If it's infodump you want, infodump you shall get! [small fic at the end too because writing is fun :)]

Ok, so, here's the thing:

In my AU Kirby isn't fully Meta Knight's biological child. That being for the simple reason that Nightmare tampered with Meta in the past, screwing his genetics; reason why Meta has wings even without being one of the heroes of Yore. Kirby, being made out of pure light matter is therefore Meta's chronological and -for the most part- biological child, but Nightmare's Influence on Meta basically cut off a lot of genetical/natural ligament with him.

That being said, Meta Knight loves him nontheless, he would literally give his own life away for him and he always tries to make him happy no matter how devastated he himself might be in that moment.

Here are some fun facts!

Meta Knight talks to Kirby about emotional stuff especially when he (the latter) is asleep.

After long and difficult fights with demon beasts, Meta Knight will refuse to go to sleep that day just to watch over Kirby the whole night, fearing that he'll be taken away.

Simply having him hold Kirby close can save Meta Knight from multiple panic attacks.

He spent months learning the perfect intonation and pronounciation of the best lullaby he could find just for Kirby.

He's apparently also very good at sewing (As seen in that one Pengi episode, where everyone sews their penguin disguise by themselves,) and he likes to take advantage of that skill to sew tiny beanies and plush friends for Kirby.

Now, onto the fic! (warning, extreme angst torwards the end)

The young knight had woken up in cold sweat. How could he had fallen asleep so easily?

Surely enough, his dreams hadn't been 'sweet' either: the familiar vision of blood on his hands was all he could remember. Meta Knight shook his head:

"Collect yourself, Meta, be cool. None of these dreams have meaning, you shouldn't take them so seriously." He scolded himself, sighing.

"Perhaps I should start today by putting a smile on; after all, I couldn't possibly give Kirby a bad example-..." He stopped immediately as he turned to the bed only to find no one there. Meta Knight frowned:

"And of course he's already out and about. I should've expected this, he is still a child after all." The knight said. He could not, however, hide the slightest glint of purple worry in his bright golden eyes:

"I'll start looking for him. you'll never know..." He anticipated, trying to justify that overwhelming feeling. Putting on his mask, cape and shoulder pads, he got off the bed and walked over to the counter to wish Sword and Blade a good morning; they, however, weren't present either: disappointed, the soldier walked out the room.

Patrolling Castle DeDeDe's corridors, Meta Knight noticed Dreamland's silence. The oh, so unusual, terrifying silence. He could feel the weight of each one of his quick steps on the cold tiled floor. Almost completely sinking in his own thoughts, he snapped back to reality upon recognizing the figure of Minister Parm's daughter; quickening his pace even more, he walked up to her:

"Fumu."

The young girl jumped: "Oh, it's just you, Sir Meta Knight."

"Have you, ah... perhaps, seen Kirby, this morning?"

"Not really, now that I think of it. Knowing Kirby he's probably out playing with Bun in the yard, though--"

"Thank you for your assistance." Meta interrupted her, before walking away, his subtle rudeness leaving the kid with her eyes widening in surprise.

In his search for the pink warrior, Meta Knight just so happened to come across the throne room. Convinced of the possibility of clues about Kirby's disappearance, he decided to eavesdrop on King DeDeDe's conversation:

"You have our gratitude, King D3."

"Aw yeah, ain't nothing like a deal as great as this one: I get rid of an annoyin' obstacle and y'all give me money fer it!" he cackled.

"I can assure you this decision will not be of any regret."

"It better not be!" he talked back.

"Very well then. I shall take my leave now." The familiar voice said before being cut off by a loud buzzing sound.

"Who knew defeating Kirby had always been as easy as just sending him over at Holy Nightmare? You sure are a genius, your majesty!" the snail added.

Meta Knight's eyes widened in shock, turning into a tint of blue-ish white as he started uncontrollably shaking. So many horrifying thoughts wouldn't leave his mind:

Kirby was gone.

He was in Nightmare's possession.

And God knows what he could've done to him already.

The knight's vision progressively blurring as he started to feel heavy, an increasingly louder heartbeat blocking out every other sound in the castle.

Immediately, Meta Knight awoke, jumping out of his bed. His heart rate completely unsteady, he started grasping for air: his breaths were dangerously short and fast, and he couldn't even feel his now shaking hands anymore. He gazed over to the other side of the bed: Kirby was there, he was safe, all that happened was just a horrible nightmare. He quickly picked up the sleeping child and wrapped him tightly in his arms: the warmth of his son's fragile little body transferring onto him as his breath started steadying. Calming down, the knight fell back asleep.

Sorry if it's a little long and incoherent, haha. This is my first fic <3

#meta knight #kirby #kirby right back at ya #metadad #kirby fanfiction #hcs #sir meta knight

[wonderinc-sonic]

Espilver Week Day Seven: Danger

"All Hope" on Ao3 (1.1k) In the time between Vector's infection and the final push, Espio has a close call. Specific Warnings: Zombies, Zombots, The Metal Virus, Major injury, Depression. I've tried not to dwell on any of these, but discretion advised nontheless.

Espio lept over the hoard steamrolling towards their evacuation ship. Faces frozen in fear but with teeth that gnashed, and the awful glistening and dripping virus splashing with their every step. Like mercury, it reflected them back in the puddles on the ground, doubling the crowd. He should have been horrified, but he was just so tired.

He whisked himself into the air, but some of the leaves that materialised around him collided with Zombots and became silver and dead on the ground. He tangled his ropes across the barrier to hold them.

"How's your quarter, Espio?" Amy called over the radio. She sounded half dead herself, and he heard the scratchy, tin roaring behind her.

"I'll keep them at bay at any cost. Have you loaded everyone onto the ship?"

"Held up scanning people. Tell me when you have to go."

Espio tuned out from himself, and threaded more rope. One tried to climb the lamppost he stood on. He almost laughed at their desperation to gain nothing, and leapt to the other.

This was the biggest settlement they'd been to. Only about ten percent were possibly uninfected. But ten percent was still hundreds of people. It was worth it.

Sacrifice the few for the many, against the many of many. It seemed so simple, but the desire to live, to be in the survivors, was so great that the barely infected kept trying to infiltrate. Espio didn't blame them, after his and Vector's terrible call cost him all but everything.

Vector and Charmy were somewhere out there, in the shuffling masses. He missed them. He wondered if his Zombot would find them, when it's time came. They always found each other. Were they looking for him?

He hopped to the next telephone pole as the climber got too close, looping more rope. It wasn't holding. He almost could let go. And then he could, as he looked at a shiny metal baby shuffling under his barricade, and he made up his mind.

"Go without me." He said to his watch, as his tail looped down and chucked the infant, instantly tingling.

Something boomed behind him, and a turquoise shining wall was erected where his rope was. He was lifted, and he didn't care. He was swooped away, and he didn't care. The ground collapsed and he didn't care. The end of his tail was snapped off, and he didn't care.

"Don't even think about it!" Silver shouted behind him, and he was dragged in a bubble, his mind falling black from distant pain and bloodloss.

There wasn't protocol for a removing infected appendages. Espio sat in a tiny confinement cell that had clear plastic covering the outside, his tail bleeding profusely despite the bandages.

"Check him again! There's nothing!" Silver snapped at Gemerl, who complied.

"Correct. But we must leave him until the infection window has passed. It will be a few hours."

"But he needs medical attention now." He howled. Espio blinked sleepily at him, barely registering anything.

"We will pass him another bandage."

"That's not doing anything!"

"It is best not to waste resources on anyone potentially infected."

Silver growled at him, glowing slightly. Espio cleared his throat.

"That is the right decision. Thank you Gemerl." He said meekly. Gemerl inclined his head, and left. Silver switched his glare to Espio.

"You should have run."

"It might have risked many."

"I was there! I could have helped!"

"I didn't see you."

"Well, you should have!" He kicked the ground.

"Sorry. Thank you for saving me."

"Don't put yourself in danger like that ever again!" Silver hissed.

"Where should I put myself, to bed? You undoubtedly have somewhere better to be. I appreciate your kindness, but don't waste your talents here." Espio sighed, inspecting his bleeding tail gingerly. It would be just over half its length if it healed where it stopped, but the break was more of a twist-off, and had left the end mangled and bones crushed, so he supposed more would need to be amputated. He didn't mind much, but it was becoming messy in his hands and his eyes felt loose in his head just looking at it. He squeezed it tight.

"I'm sorry about your tail. Will it... grow back?"

"No, why would it?"

"Oh... sorry."

"Don't be. I can be useful this way, providing I recover."

Silver paced outside his cell, huffing and grumbling.

"We're expecting to go up to Angel Island with who we've got. You have to be better by then."

"I'll try. Silver, please stop internalizing this."

"If I'd been quicker-"

"Stop. These things happen. I'll be fine either way."

He wasn't trying to be brave, just stating a fact he hoped to believe. Silver grumbled and groaned, pacing in front of him. Espio's tail itched, and he uncovered it gingerly, but there was nothing shiny about it, just some cloth getting stuck to the exposed muscle. Silver pressed his brow to the grimy plastic, grimacing.

"How are you now?"

"Fine. Have we got anything else we can talk about?"

"... not really." Silver admitted, sitting down cross-legged next to the cell.

"Okay. Don't keep yourself here for me."

"Do you want me to go?" He mumbled, looking guiltily at the tail again. Espio hid it from sight with his hands, so Silver had to look up at him.

"No. I like your company. But there's more you can do than sit with me."

Silver didn't get up: he just looked at him, eyes darting over him carefully.

"Did you watch anything before the virus fell?"

"Pardon?"

"Watch stuff! On Telly! Were you watching anything?" Silver laughed softly. Espio scratched his chest, marking it with gory grime, remembering being squished on the sofa with Charmy hiding his eyes behind the end of the tail that was no longer there.

"You'll not believe it, but we were watching a Zombie series."

"Oh god."

"Truly. We don't have cable, so we were making our way through the rented box set."

Silver snickered, his head bumping the plastic.

"What happens in that? Any tips?"

"... We didn't finish it. And after this, we may not feel like it."

"I guess. They're gonna get better, though."

"We must believe so."

Espio leaned closer to the bars, then pulled himself back. He felt phantom tingling where the end of his tail would be, and imagined it a rod of metal, looped around a zombot. His head swam.

"I believe in you, Silver." He said, choking slightly. He shook his head, sniffed hard, and looked up earnestly to try again. "I believe in you."

"I believe in you, too."

"No, really. You're incredible, and you've saved me already, I think."

Silver's quills drooped as he thought, and he shook his head: "Don't pin your hopes on any one person. Who knows who'll be the difference? We have to save everyone, in case it's them!"

"Yes of course. But you have my trust."

The hours passed, and Espio's tail did not turn, but he did grow woozy, eventually passing out on the cold floor. Silver sat by his side, hoping they were both right.

tagging @espilver-week for archive

#espilverweek2023 #espilver #silvespio #silver the hedgehog #espio the chameleon #the metal virus #zombot #zombot virus #zombies #depression #major injury #wonderincs #writincs #sonic fanfic #ao3 #espilver week #espilver week 2023 #decided to challenge myself and write a setting that scared me and it wasnt that bad but it was f kin hard #this one is also less ship more friend

[intrepidacious]

What if Reader did not lose her roommate in brooklyn, thursday night?? Would she and Steve still have met that night??

palpable echo

pairing: steve rogers x reader

word count: 720

warnings: an alternative universe to brooklyn, thursday night. not exactly angst but not happy either. please note that my blog is rated 18+. minors dni. ageless/empty blogs will be blocked without warning.

a/n: so the short answer to this would be "i don't think they would have". but i don't do short answers. also let’s ignore the time.

Steve’s not sure how he makes it through the night that second year.

There’s a restlessness in his bones that won’t let him stop walking, so he doesn’t. Earlier in the night, he might’ve still had a vague idea of where he was going, but at this point, he can’t be sure.

It’s not like he’d be welcome company anywhere, anyway.

He barely feels the wind tearing at his coat by the time the first tentative rays of sunlight start coloring the sky a shade of orange that, on any other day, he might have stopped to appreciate. By the time Thanksgiving turns into another bleak Friday, the cold has turned into something solid in his throat.

He’s walking in circles.

A few people are dotted around the park now, and so he tucks his chin into the collar of his coat and doesn’t raise his eyes. There’s not enough of a crowd for the whispers to haunt him again quite yet, but he’s having a tough time predicting these things nowadays.

("I thought you don’t care," Bucky would’ve said. Once upon a time.)

The rubble is clicking next to him, and when he turns his head slightly, a dog is staring at him, head slightly tilted as if to assess him.

Steve stops.

The dog keeps looking at him, then takes a couple of curious steps closer.

"Don’t worry," a voice behind him says. "She’s mostly friendly."

He can relate to that mostly, and so he slowly pulls one hand out of his coat pocket and holds it out for the dog to sniff. She does so with a sort of indignant breath of air, and then she leans her chin against his fingers and looks at him expectantly until he pets her between the ears.

Her tail starts wiggling.

Something small and hardened loosens in his chest, tiny and insignificant compared to everything else, but present nontheless.

"What a bitch," the voice says. "She took weeks to warm up to me like that."

There might be the hint of a smile tugging at his lips. It feels foreign, somehow, and it’s the surprise of it all that makes him look up.

There’s something rough about you, and it feels off, even though he can’t put his finger on a reason. Maybe he’s used to seeing the grief more obviously on people’s faces, still.

Instead, your eyes are soft and amused when he meets them, and they change only the slightest bit when the recognition hits you a little later. There’s part of him that wishes he could take it back and live in that first moment a little longer, where he’s just a stranger and a nobody; just a man getting to pet a dog.

But it’s never that easy.

The silence stretches, the wind howling in his ears again. It’s so loud he doesn’t even hear your question the first time.

"You alright?" you repeat when he blinks at you, your fingers drumming against your coat.

"I’m fine." It’s the same lie everyone tells these days. His voice is so raw, and he can’t be sure when he’s used it last. At some point earlier this week, probably.

You nod a little like to confirm it, but there’s something almost like concern etched into the tick of your jaw. For a moment, it seems like you want to say something else, but then you shake your head.

"Well, we better get going so we can scold Lulu in front of her co-workers for not taking you out before her shift, don’t we?" you say with a lightness so fake he can almost smell it. Steve doesn’t blame you.

The dog nuzzles his hand.

He clears his throat. "Sorry for keeping you."

It sounds genuine when you say, "Not at all."

He wants to add something else, but it’s like there’s no words left in him these days, and looking for them would take way too long. So he watches you walk off, the dog trailing beside you, and he doesn’t expect you to turn around.

You turn around.

"Thanks for trying," you call, and the wind doesn’t swallow it this time.

He doesn’t know why, but he buys a sketchbook on his way home. And later, for the first time in weeks, he sleeps through the night.

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[faru-itsok]

Kaito's performing on stage. "I shall now pull a rabbit out of my hat!" *Bunny girl Aoko appears* "Not the rabbit I expected, but I happy surprise nontheless!" Aoko: "BAKAITO!" (If Nakamori-San is in the audience, I imagine he's mortified and contemplating the murder of his son-in-law. lol Chikage will have to save the day somehow)

I so want to draw this, I totally can picture it!

I have always believed that Aoko would assist kaito on his magic shows! That’s why I’m going to show this tiny animation I started for when we changed from rabbit year to cat year. I never finished it, and I don’t like it very much, but its just had the raw sketch for the animation. Let’s just call it an idea.

Maybe when I go through one of those periods when I feel like I draw decently then I’m going to finish it, for now enjoy XD

[toastytrusty]

i have a headcanon that felix isn't from earth and had never been to earth.

it gives great potential for deep thought; for example, assuming he's from a much less advanced more distant colony and never felt much attachment to humanity, him joining up in a war to protect it would be that much more impactful. of course the argument of mere self preservation could be made, but i feel humanity and earth kind of have that intrinsic relation you cant ignore. him choosing to fight for humanity was him choosing to fight for earth and its inhabitants; begrudgingly, reluctantly, but nontheless doing so.

i think its always important to note his "we're the good guys" line; he did once truly believe he was helping people and, once, that mattered to him. him choosing to fight for a planet he had no personal relation to does a lot to frame how far he fell from his humanitarian roots to an apathetic, disregarding, murderer.

however, moving past the Deep Serious Lore discussion, i do think that locus is from earth and thats a very important distinction. theres more to say about locus' return to morality and its connection to him growing up in a much less morally corrupt place, but nows not the time for that. now is the time for Felix Tries Fastfood (the saga).

after the war, locus takes felix to earth for the first time. locus shows him things like movie theaters and amusement parks and every fast food chain known to man. felix says he finds earth stuff stupid but secretly thinks its all fascinating and has to try every single flavor of icee at the each and every gas station they encounter. for science, of course.

also, have i mentioned locus is a cat guy? he has so many cats. like, 3 whole cats. and felix, of course, having never before set foot on this godforsaken planet, has Absolutely No Idea what a cat is. they are tiny creatures the likes of which he has never seen. locus takes care of stray cats that live on the streets and felix thinks hes insane for it but one day one lets him pet it, and suddenly he just Gets it. it starts to purr and he is captivated by the small animal.

during their few months on earth he takes this cat with him EVERYWHERE. it sits on his shoulder and he glares death at anyone who dares to act like it isn't normal. he wouldn't name the cat, simply referring to it as "The Cat (prestigious)" and he is treated as a distinguished businessman and full member of the team. the cat is his right hand man in his future evil empire.

while locus is never truly personable about things like Having Fun, the idea that he (begrudgingly, reluctantly) showed felix this bit of humanity in their early times together is really intriguing to me, as it hits that much harder when felix sits idly by and watchs locus' bleed away. it just makes felix that much more vile; he takes and takes and clings onto those around him because of what They can do for Him, soaking up everything they have to offer, but he would never do the same for them, and will only ever watch as those he supposedly cares about lose themselves.

#rvb #felix rvb #rvb locus #rvb felix #locus rvb #felix x locus

[patissonthepumpkin]

a bit of a hc for timelines with dead Connor | non-human Inquisitor

... the name is Rowan Guerrin. If you would have any information - any, I would be most grateful. May the Maker watch over you.

Not an arl but a desperate father,

Eamon Guerrin

There where not as much children, as they feared there would be, but still more than it wouldn't be hard to look at. The youngest must be not more then 7-years-old, quiet, clinging to the robes of the elder ones. 14-years-olds, with shy colored sparkles in their palms, shielding with their tiny bodies their friends, brothers, sisters. 19-years-olds, hot-headed, meeting Inquisition banners with ice and flame. Mages that were left after Venatori recruiting had to be scraped off the borders of Orlais and Ferelden, pulled out of cesspits, rescued from rocks and pitchforks, taken from simpathetic parties.

***

Not this time.

Thought circling in mind, blocking every other. Not this time, dammit. The child will live, or there's gonna be a very personal conversation about the soul of the girl with this Maker of theirs. She looks no older then 10. Curly hair with a slight ginger tint to them. Tired brown gaze. Children aren't suppose to have such a look to the eye. Children should observe the world with curiosity, naivity and silly joy. Not as they've seen the worst the world can offer.

She is calm for now, peaceful even. The healer must have put her under some spell. She blinks slowly, long lashes tremble like candle light catching a slight breeze. Little chest rises infrequently, barely noticable. Pale lips part ever so slightly to take a small gasp. Empty gaze rarelly follows some object just to loose interest in a blink.

She saved them. She saved them all by the mere desire to reach out to the light.

When the Inquisition found them, the little ones were dying from hunger and exhaustion, but were surprisingly calm and warmed. It's really hard to detect the magic aura at such a young age but nontheless all the kids gathered around the girl as if she were their little saving bonfire. And she was in a way, as though returning their trust by warming and nourishing. Little one managed to perform one of the advanced healing spells barely having mastered the magic alphabet.

Bull lays a hand on Inquisitor's shoulder. No flinch: too concerned to care that he sneaked up like that.

- With children it's always the hardest.

Be ready for anything, boss.

But the only thought that cicles the mind, blocking every other one.

- We will see.

Not this time.

#dragon age #dai #dragon age inquisition #Rowan Guerrin #dragon age headcanons #inquisitor adaar #inquisitor cadash #inquisitor lavellan

[safyresky]

I'm going BONKERS and can't focus on SHIT this week so plz enjoy this list of wip ideas that I have that Will Not Let Me Rest and Focus on CS

AU in which Winter and Blaise disappear and Jack becomes the legal guardian of an INCREDIBLY angry 1400 year old Jacqueline and 300 year old Fino and Fiera who seem to be stuck in their terrible two hundreds STILL and are on FIRE and have a penchant for blowing shit up all. the. time.

Smile Shot in which Jack and Jacqueline have to chase a piece of fractured time that is hell bent on killing them for some reason through multiple timelines to defeat it, and get stuck with their younger, pre-day of darkness selves 👀👀👀

A series in which the youngest Diteline kid, Robyn, makes a funky cool friend and they go on all sorts of magical adventures that get them both into heaps of trouble. The friend is 100% human. Robyn can set things on fire. Shenanigans ensue. Diteline are acting Cupid and Jack Frost at this point, for maximum shenanigans

AU in which Jack isn't the BAD guy but is INCREDIBLY chaotic. Why? Because in this AU, in fact, the WHOLE REASON I want it to exist, is because I want to see a version of tsc3 in which Jack sees Santa's loosing sight of what's important and decideds "hey, let me help him by forcing him to use the escape clause, taking his place, so he can learn a Valuable Life Lesson about family in a very Dickens-esque way. This results in a scene where Jack explains this plan to Jacqueline after enacting it (so he's Santa) and Jacqueline just stands there, hands on her hips, absolutely furious like, "YOU THOUGHT W H A T?" (tho it does end with Jacqueline being like do u think it'll work. And Jack being like I know it will. And Jacqueline being like FINE. UGH. WHY are you LIKE THIS but agreeing to help nontheless)

Story based on when I thought the series was going to be called "Clause for Celebration" in which, to find a replacement Santa, Scott has a Santa-Lympics where the Legends pick a champion to claim the title of Santa Claus. Unfortunately, he learns too late that he can't pick Charlie. Jack also can't pick Charlie bc he gets BANNED from picking a champion COMPLETELY by the dude who is making sure it's all "fair" (most likely a mischievous evil fairy). Jack finds a loophole--Legates are technically Legendary and by those rules, can pick a Champion if they'd like to. Charlie is a school teacher and is upset about the Santa-Lympics bc he cannot participate. Danielle also teaches and knows about the Santa thing and is encouraging him to do it anyway. She's made friends with the quirky new librarian, Ms. Winters, who has these AMAZING fantasy stories during story time, and tells Charlie to ask her and pretend it's a story. She'd dig it. Ms. Winters does, in fact, dig it, and tells him he should volunteer anyway and maybe someone will sponsor him in a very hunger games-esque way because surely, there are more Legendary figures than just the ones he knows, right? So he does. Guess. guess who sponsors him. GUESS. Shenanigans ensue. Krampus is the BBEG. Diteline get eaten by Krampus. Jacquie commits atrocities. Charlie defeats Krampus. It's great. This one's too developed for my own good, holy hell.

RotG Crossover where the Legates get sucked into the Guardians universe bc of a dumb Pitch plot. Toothiana thinks Myles is the cutest thing! Jack is sus of Jacqueline. North thinks Charlie is v tiny and funny for a Santa. Charlie really wants a Yeti. Xander is super excited to interact with someone who knows SSL (sand sign language). Our Jack pops into the universe to bring back Jacqueline (and the others too, I GUESS) without telling the rest of the Council. When he finally finds his sister a scene ensues where Pitch is like, "YOU'RE Jack Frost. and YOU'RE Jack Frost (points to Jacqueline). ARE THERE ANY OTHER JACK FROSTS I SHOULD KNOW ABOUT?" and our Jack goes "Hi." Pitch whips around and gets socked in the face by him. Shenanigans and angst ensue, the latter especially on the rotg side of things >:)

#dani wips #dani speaks #dani writes #crystal springs #tsc #tsc 3 #jacquie is ms winters btw. she volunteers. i hope it was obvi #robyn's pal is trans i just dk if they're mtf or ftm. i just know they're trans and it's important to me that you all know that #the clause for celebration one has GOD TIER jack/jacqueline plotting #it's a fun one #the older cold front meeting the younger cold front has SOO MUCH going on #and is on my mind EVERY FUCKING DAY #all of these could be posts of their own and all of these are preventing me from focusing on cs and other shit #the rotg is fun #pitch is trying to win his daughter's affection back. she's mother nature in the rotg universe #that's canon from the books! anyway! #poor rotg jack has a LOT on his plate. dealing with the cold front #espesh since jacqueline is the first one he runs into and she's jack frost's sister #do you. do you see. do you see where i am going with this >:) #anyway someone needs to stop me!! i am out of control! fuck! #also BLOSSOM IS IN THE ROTG CROSSOVER TOO #she is giving bunnymuind one hell of a time #and he's enjoying every minute of it #at one point he's like should i have kits?? and everyone's like NO #as blossom explodes something while cackling in the background #he teaches her how to use boomerangs #the burrow is never the same once the universes are reset

[magnoliamyrrh]

Is it possible for childhood sa memories to never consciously resurface and the victim spend their entire life unaware of what happened to them?

...... i dont see why not really. i dont know how common that is, but id place my money on it happening at least to some

i mean, there's plenty of cases of people figuring out/theyre told they have trauma-based disorders such as DID in their 50s,60s,70s etc - so, most ot their life they remembered only small or certain parts of trauma compared to the full scope, or perhaps not much of it at all; they may spend most of their lives with entire gaps of years in their childhood memory without knowing... and the DID will protect the most active or "host" part of them from the worst ptsd symptoms for some time. i dont see why its not theoretically possible for someone to take this to the grave never knowing really. i have also heard of cases of peoples trauma of csa not coming to them until their abusers are dead and they know theyre dead, and thus the brain finally feels safe (especially heard this in the case of family members) - so, this may come when they are in their 40s, 50s, or older. its actually rather common from what i know for people to become aware or to accept these sort of traumas later on in life

...... id say tho, DID&OSDD are particular cases in extreme and repeated early childhood trauma induced disorders which create more of a.... level of protection than many have against the trauma (for some parts, while other parts carry the burden). but even without the development of such disorders its rather common for the brain to shut down/repress memories like that, and for the brain to "give them back" later on during teens, early adulthood, or adulthood depending on the individual - either because something has triggered the individual and memory, or because the brain finally feels safe enough to start breaking down those barriers...... i think in Many cases (idk if most but.. maybe most) the brains barriers start breaking down at some point, but perhaps in some cases they do not - perhaps if the individual never feels safe enough for this to happen, or doesnt encounter a particular trigger?

..... it may be the case as well that someone will experience symptoms which stem from csa, or maybe even forms of flashbacks, and that they will have behaviors infleunced by said trauma, but be unable to accept it their entire lives. they may simply keep repressing them and being unwilling to even entertain the idea that anything like that ever happened - in this case maybe there will be a tiny part of them which knows and understands, but for the most part its never processed or accepted. they will just keep building those walls up and pushing it further down - perhaps some can do this their whole lives. they may have intense nightmares or flashbacks, and obvious symptops, but still deny it completely. im sure this sort of thing can be taken to the grave too

...... id also say, this might be the case if were talking about.... earrrrllly earllly csa. i guess im a particular outlier(?) maybe for remembering things, not just trauma, from when i was two years old (i reckon the dissociation has something to do with it too). but many people do not remember much at all, good or bad, from before they were 3-4 years old..... this doesnt mean that csa at those ages wont have lasting impacts and lead to things - some part of the body and mind and subconscious remembers and reacts nontheless - but that it may be harder or perhaps in some cases impossible, to remember details or to make sense of certain symptoms one may be having... (a particularly horrible parallel example of this - of very early intense trauma at least, would be that babies used to get... fucking surgery without anesthesia. horrible. these ppl as adults cant remember this, but theyre still scarred for life and have many many issues. another would be that infant neglect and feeling uncared for, scared, alone for too long as an infant or young toddler is something most may not ever remember, but it still often has consequences).......... maybe my brain in particular is weird af bc osdd&did... and because of psychadelics... and meditation..... ill just say. personally.. i dont think any of us truly, truly ever "forget" anything from the time we are born....not really. somewhere its still there ....... though i would say generally, it is uncommon, maybe very uncommon, for ppl to fully remember much of csa or trauma at those ages. perhaps in these cases it is more likely for someone to go their whole life never really having an idea of what happened to them or why they may have certain issues

,,,,,,, idk. all in all id say, i do think its possible. weather its someones brain never cracking more than just a bit, or repression on top of repression, or taking a dissociative disorder like DID to the grave and having a v exteme case,,, i reckon theres still symptoms in one form or another and infleunces, and it likely come out in dreams and nightmares in some form or another... but i do reckon its possible there have and are individuals who go through life until the end never really knowing or processing it beyond a repressed and subconscious level..... how common that is tho? i really have no idea

[hwangsies]

i read your last post man AND FIRST OFF I MISSED YOU SM MAN AND SECOND i wanna like- try and comfort you?? you don't needa post the ask but like maybe if you see this it might in any way comfort you cuz like i can't NOT sit here and say nothing like- i feel you so incredibly much, be it because of the uni thing and you feeling left behind or because of your mom and honestly. maybe if i say that you're not alone will comfort you even a bit? i suck at making new friends in uni and have one single best friend left from school and other than that i have basically no one and while it can be sad sometimes I RECENTLY figured out to try and like- enjoy it nevertheless? i try to think of my life as like a filler episode or like- a book or movie that has like no plot and just vibes recently CUZ LIKE in uni nothing is happening and parents suck?? like all the time?? maybe you can view it similarly like, maybe try to find tiny little moments of happiness in between, if that makes sense? i rlly don't know if it does make sense BUT I WANTED TO COME HERE AND SAY THAT I RLLY DO GET YOU and i would give you a hug if i could tbh so feel hugged from me man 🫂 i love ya and rlly hope you can feel better sooner or later, don't put too much pressure on yourself especially when it comes to uni!! it's stupid to say but it rlly will be better at some point, so look forward to it <333

KATHY thank you for ur sweet words, you were right it is a little better now lol not great but i guess its progress nontheless :) i hope you are feeling alright yourself! Sending you a big virtual hug <3

#moots💫