#scary dog uni

[theragethatisdesire]

your fic scary dog privilege has changed me forever I fear. I am looking directly at bsf eren with my eyes and arms and legs wide open. salutations

omg.

i'm so sorry i still do not understand the fascination!!! truly it's my least favorite one-shot i've ever published, like i threw it up bc it had been awhile and i wanted to post something and surprise surprise

i am so pleasantly shocked at the amount of people who love it, i'm glad!!! i just always feel bad bc i have nothing else to contribute to that universe/character bc to me it was such a one-and-done and the end is open to interpretation. idk maybe one day i'll feel differently.

sorry for venting!!! thank you so much for reading and for messaging me, i'm so happy to hear that you enjoyed best friend eren he is a little bit of a snack i fear <3

#nonny #this is sweet #rage.rambles #scary dog uni

[ajyetagain]

creepypasta fans please help a uni student!!!!

because im so special and quirky (/s) i'm doing my research paper on modern folklore, specifically on creepypasta and its effect on pop culture and the internet!

problem is, i need lots of people to take my survey, which is where yall come in

if you have five minutes to spare i'd be forever grateful if you answered a couple questions about your experiences with creepypasta

#creepypasta #creepypastas #jeff the killer #slenderman #smile dog #uni #tumblr polls #college #ben drowned #eyeless jack #the rake #laughing jack #scary #scary stories #creepy pasta

[rui-drawsbox]

Comm for @ FugenSweets!

#rui draw smth #bsd #bongou stray dogs #f. scott fitzgerald #bsd fitzgerald #hard aa name #bsd poe #edgar allan poe #still can get over the fact those r real names dear lord #art commisions #commission #unrelated. I'm 99.99% done with my comms! just this girl has to send me the corrected sketch but she's too busy w uni #uni is scary wtf #i will be done it next week anyways tho i have a trip the wednesday and I'll be back monday morning ksjfksk #chaotic days indeed

[nereidprinc3ss]

better late than never

in which uni student fem!reader finally shares exactly what she's been worried about with spencer

18+ for pregnancy scare warnings/tags: pregnancy scare, reader doesn't want to be pregnant, age gap (unspecified) a/n: listennn lots of you guys asked for more spence x uni reader... but u didn't specify WHAT u wanted... so now we're fantasizing about pregnancy scares because we're all what?? say it with me!! MENTALLY ILL!!!!

For the fifth time, you have to restart the paragraph you were reading. For the fifth time, it doesn’t make any sense—words strung together like clashing beads on a dancing string, blurred together by the tears you’ve been fighting all day. Anthropology is by far the easiest of the six classes you’re taking this quarter, but suddenly completing this routine assignment feels like scaling a mountain. It is, of course, nothing in comparison to the catalytic source of your immense stress. The thing you’ve been trying to ignore for nearly a week, and as a result, have become more and more obsessive about. 

A flare of rage overwhelms you and you slam your laptop shut. Then as quickly as it appeared, it dissipates, cooling to desolation as you bury your face in your hands with a sob. You hear paper shuffling from the desk where Spencer has been silently working and you try to reign in your emotions, but it’s too late. 

“Hey,” he says gently as he approaches, slowing to a stop in front of your spot on the couch. “What’s going on with you?”

You sniff, quickly brushing the tears away with trembling hands. But your voice is thick and strained when you fruitlessly attempt to lie. 

“Nothing.”

When you refuse to look up at him, he kneels down in front of you. 

“Really? This doesn’t have anything to do with why you’ve been so quiet these past few days?”

Of course, he noticed. You were a fool for thinking he wouldn’t. Finally you break, looking to him for subconscious comfort. And he’s looking up at you so earnestly, with so much genuine concern in those puppy dog eyes, that the waterworks threaten to start up all over again. Your lip quivers. 

“I can’t tell you,” you squeak. 

“That’s a really scary thing for me to hear. Do you understand why?” His voice is calm, carefully grabbing your hand and bringing to his heart. “Because I need to know if something happened to you.”

You shake your head tearfully, looking down at where you’re weakly grasping the front of his shirt. 

“‘s not like that,” comes your reedy whisper. “Nobody hurt me or anything, I just—I don’t want you to get mad at me.”

“I won’t get mad, I won’t,” he promises desperately, “right now I just want to know what I can do to make this better. I hate seeing you like this.”

A shuddering sigh forces its way out of your lungs. You suppose this is the kind of thing you probably should tell your boyfriend about, as petrifying as it may be.  

“I don’t know, I… I’ve just been freaking the fuck out because I’m worried I’m pregnant, and this would be the worst possible timing—like I know I want kids one day but I’m still in college and you’re like a real adult with an adult career and I don’t want to fuck that up for you and I know that even if I am pregnant I have choices but that’s still so scary and… and I don’t know.”

You’re expecting a long pause, punctuated by some berating and bemoaning, but it never comes. Spencer doesn’t miss a beat. 

“Honey, this is exactly the kind of thing you tell me about,” he says, voicing your earlier thoughts. And he doesn’t even sound furious. You glance up, watching his visage swim beyond your teary eyes. “I am not mad. That wouldn’t make any sense. Do you know who’s fault it would be if you accidentally got pregnant?”

“Well—"

“Mine. So if this ever happens again, please don’t keep it to yourself for so long. I won’t be mad at you for something like this, ever.”

“But… you’re not worried?”

He shakes his head slowly, looking utterly unperturbed. 

“I wouldn’t be worried either way. But no, I’m not concerned that you’re pregnant. We’re really safe. The chances of you being pregnant are essentially negligible.”

“But I’m two weeks late.”

“That can happen when you’re taking six upper level classes,” he agrees, swiping your cheek with a thumb. “You’re under a lot of stress. I’m completely unsurprised that your body is reacting to it.”

A weight like a ton of bricks is lifted from your shoulders, but doubt still lingers. 

Spencer sees the hesitation in your eyes. 

“Would it make you feel better to take a test? Just in case?”

You nod gingerly, wrapping your hand around his wrist. He takes it in both of his, kissing the back before dropping them to your lap. 

“Okay. I’ll go get a couple. But I’m confident that you have nothing to worry about, and I’m usually right about these things.”

You take another deep breath, the last of the anxiety floating away with it. He’s usually right about everything. 

“Spence?”

“Yeah,” he murmurs, brushing your palm with his thumb and looking at you with so much love in his eyes. 

“Do you maybe feel like doing my homework for me?”

He smiles. 

“Nice try. Get it done and we can go out for dinner, okay?”

“Always worth a shot,” you shrug. 

He laughs, shaking his head as he stands. 

“And the answer will always be no.”

#criminal minds #spencer reid #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid fic #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x self insert #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x you

[bluesidez]

OKAY I HAD TO HIT YOU W THIS BC I NEED THIS TO COME TRUE 🗣🗣‼️‼️

AcademicRival!Miguel x AcademicRival!reader

where they will do quite literally ANYTHING (legally) POSSIBLE to one up each other.

whether their petty rivalry began in high school or first year of uni/college, IDC- but they absolutely despise each other.

and!!! at some point down the track, they forgot why they were beefing in the first place, only for it to start stemming from a place of 'jealousy' (yk how sometimes jealousy is actually feelings of romantic interest in disguise,, yeah, that) and it gets to the point where they are quite literally making it all their friends' problem bc of it.

like i can imagine reader drinking something that Miguel sees and Miguel going 'i need to have this all the time and sell it out so reader can never have any' and Peter is like '???', or reader finding out Miguel got a certain mark and goes 'nobody speak to me for a month i have to understand everything about quantum physics before that smug asshole opens his mouth' and Jess is like '??? just kiss, fym??'

and then they finally have a moment where they have no choice but to rely on each other- whether Miguel's car breaks down on the side of the road reader happens to drive by and she takes him to his, or if reader desperately needs help in a situation and immediately calls him bc she knows he'll pick up bc she needs scary dog privileges and thats HIM so then they end up having a moment of reflection together with either super fluffy smut or absolute debauchery and fluffy aftercare i totally dont mind either way.

IDK do you know what i mean??? 🫣🫢🤭

anyway LY BLUE-BLUE, thank yew for letting me ramble on 🤍🩵

Are you asking me to write this? 🧐 (I shall add it to the pending ideas list just for you 🐰🩵)

I wrote that as a reply as soon as you sent it, but now I have more ideas that I wanna yap about to go along with this.

SO!! You already have a rivals, enemies to lovers trope going on. What better way to make it even more fun than to add the stoic x chatty dynamic???

Like I’m imagining the reader and Miguel first meeting in middle or high school. He’s a transfer student that’s immediately making the top grades and people are like where tf did he come from?? Reader doesn’t really think anything of it, she just carries on with her school life, chatting away (and getting in on the gossip about Miguel).

It’s not until he ends up in the same class with reader one semester (probably in high school) that reader is finally able to be in close contact with him. He’s so quiet and a little boring, but there’s always random girls coming in and out of the classroom to attempt to chat to him.

They’re always bringing snacks or sweets for him. He always turns them down with a “No thank you. I don’t like chocolate.” type of response. (What he thinks to be polite and cordial)

The guys in the class think he’s a huge jerk. The girls in the class still fond over him. You think he’s an oddball, a weirdo. But you really have no solid information to justify it.

It’s not until one day that the teacher asks this obscure question that he pisses you off. (I havent thought of a weird question yet tho). Everyone else has given crude or stupid answers, riling each other up and joking. You raise your head to give the most out-of-the-box, yet plausible answer that leaves the teacher impressed and the class laughing in shock. Miguel scoffs and debunks it so fast, that you start to feel like one of his rejected groupies. If you thought the laughter for your answer was loud, the laughter for his sounds like the crowd in a football stadium.

You’re embarrassed but you don’t really show it. You just brush it off and joke with everyone else like usual.

Then, one of the class’s first huge tests come. You’re gunning for the number 1 spot although you figure it won’t be too hard with half of the room being class clowns and the other half not giving af. You read over the material once and already have a good grasp on it, so you joke around with everyone else. There’s rap battles and TT routines. You guys even manage to get the teacher in on some of them. From the front of the room, you can see Miguel glancing back at you with such a sour look on his face. Wtf was his deal??

Test day finally comes. You’re the first to turn yours in with a smug smile on your face. You even take a nap until the next bell.

You’re on cloud nine for about a good week. Although, every time you open your mouth in class, Miguel looks like he woke up on the wrong side of the bed.

Then, the time came for the teacher to hand out the papers. He was pretty theatrical and loved to announce who got the highest score.

You were gearing up for him to say your name. And you don’t know of you’re crazy, but you’re certain your mom didn’t put “Miguel O’Hara” on your school registration form.

You frown as you come back to reality, watching as teacher handed him is paper. From your seat, you can see the bright red 100 in the corner, a smiley face to adorn it.

Then the teacher hands you your paper. A 99.5. Just 0.5 points from a perfect score. And what you got points taken off for is something so ridiculous that you could scream.

You can see him in your peripheral as you chat with the other students about the answers. Just as you discuss your silly mistake you take a small look at him. He has a faint smirk on his face, as if to laugh at your downfall.

From then on, you decide that it’s a war.

[and obviously, the story would travel with them as they grow. Once they’re adults, I can imagine Miguel to still be this same stoic, yet more approachable person who has had a ROSTER of hookups and a reader who’s still so flirty and chatty, yet can’t find a good partner to save their life. The dynamic of him knowing exactly how to make reader feel good verses reader being overwhelmed for once would be sooooo good]

What do you think Lexie-bun?? 🥸

#lab testing 🔬 #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel x reader #miguel ohara x reader

[4rcaneye]

könig headcanons

long time no see 😔. uni is finally over so now i have more time to write yay 🥳‼️

i've fallen victim to cod tiktok recently and now i have a hyper fixation over konig 😐. so enjoy this word vomit 🤪‼️

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fluff, nsfw under the cut

sfw

♡ he's very gentle with you. he's aware of his size and how it can be very intimidating. because of this, he makes an effort to treat you very delicately.

♡ always wants to take care of you. whether that means cooking or running you a bath after a long day, he just wants to make your life a little easier.

♡ really enjoys being close to you. his hands are always on you no matter what you're doing. definitely the type of guy who comes up behind you while you're cooking and rests his head on your shoulder while grabbing your waist.

♡ when you're out in public he needs to be holding your hands. sometimes it's even just your pinky but he has to be touching you.

♡ along with this now you can be out and about at any time of the day because you now have scary dog privileges. konig is a massive human and easily scares off most people.

♡ konig is a cat man through and through. i don't care argue with the wall. he has two cats. an older one and a kitten. he loves them with all his heart. when he really starts to trust you he leaves them with you while he's out on a mission.

♡ he's also a chronic bed hog which wouldn't be that bad if it weren't for his size. he has a california king and still ends up laying right on top of you every night.

♡ loves to watch you do your skincare routine before bed. he's curious about all the products you use and how meticulous you are with your application. he asks questions about what you're using and sometimes asks if you want to try some of the products on him.

♡ he likes it when you wear his clothes. mostly because you look so adorable in his large t-shirts but also because it sends a message that you're his.

♡ when he's out on a mission he always finds the time to text you and check in. he just wants to let you know that he's alright and he misses being with you.

nsfw, MDNI ‼️

♡ being that he joined the military at 17, he's very inexperienced. i don't think he's a virgin but he hasn't had that many partners. i think he's very shy when it comes to sex. he got a boner while you guys were kissing one time and he was so embarrassesd.

"i'm sorry schatz i didn't mean to..." he trailed off as he was blushing under his hood.

"it's okay konig i can take care of that." you smirked.

♡ let's be real we all know that he's huge. i'm talking about 8" and pretty girthy.

♡ that being said he makes sure that he thoroughly prepares you before he even lets his cock touch you. he makes you cum AT LEAST there times before slipping it in. he knows he's big and he doesn't want to hurt you.

♡ along with this, he's willing to explore and try new things but his main focus is on making you feel good and satisfying you.

♡ DEFINITELY has a praise kink. he loves when you're vocal about how good he makes you feel. he takes pride in being able to make you feel good.

♡ he's also a pretty vocal guy. he's not afraid to moan or whimper.

♡ he has a size kink as well duh. he enjoys how his body dwarfs yours and how small you are compared to him. loves wrapping his large hands around your waist and grabbing at your hips.

♡ TALKS 👏 YOU 👏 THROUGH 👏 IT. tells you how good you're doing and how well you're taking him. soothes you when you're not sure you can handle more of him.

♡ his favorite position is cowgirl. he loves it when you ride him and that you can set the pace. he just gets to sit back and enjoy the view.

♡ KING of aftercare. asks you how you're doing afterward especially if the session has been a little rough. goes and gets a towel to clean you off if you need it. loves to cuddle up next to you and tell you how amazing you did and how you made him feel so good. lets you drift off to sleep as he slowly rubs your back.

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hope y'all enjoyed !! my inbox is open for requests and I've got a few drafts cooking as well 😏

#konig call of duty #konig cod #konig x reader #konig headcanons #konig mw2 #konig smut #cod konig #konig x you #konig x y/n #konig x reader smut #cod x reader #cod imagine #cod x reader smut #konig x female reader #call of duty

[your-regular-toast-enjoyer]

Hihihihihhihihi!!!

Can I request a Damian Wayne x shy reader, enemies to lovers/tsundere Dami? Like, the reader is super sweet and has a very apparent crush on Robin and Damian makes fun of her a little for it. He’s kind of a prick but only because he has the inability to recognize his crushy wushy feelings. Unbeknownst to him though, she has actual feelings for Damian and only uses her crush on Robin to hide that fact, mostly because she thinks he would never feel the same way.

Eventually, Damian perhaps finds a drawing of himself with hearts/confession (or something along those lines) in the readers sketchbook and she freaks out, ready for him to reject her feelings. He doesn’t though and they kiss 😚

Extra points if he reveals he’s Robin to her

Thank youuuuuuu

Tsundere! Damian Wayne x Reader

Damian Wayne x reader or Damian Wayne/reader

Word count: 5654 words

TW: GN reader, adult Damian Wayne (inspired and mostly based off of Damian in Batman beyond & Injustice 2: Gods among us), mentions drugs, Damian being rude & Damian borderline breaking into someone's home.

You and Damian probably went to the same university. Perhaps you were an exchange student, who came from either another country or another part of the US, whichever it is, Damian ended up being assigned as the guy to show you around campus. Maybe Damian signed up to do so for extra points, or, (much more likely), he was forced to do so by the school as a punishment for him acting out against a professor.

The two of you may or may not have studied the same thing at uni. Damian probably studied something relating to business, (so that he could better help Wayne Enterprises), despite him actually wanting to either study something relating to the arts or veterinary sciences. Alas, Damian’s feelings of obligation again weighed out his own wishes and wants. This wouldn’t hinder him in showing you around, however. He might’ve even used it as an excuse to skip some of his less informative classes without getting reprimanded by the professors.

Damian would be thorough in his duties of showing you around. There would not be a single spot on the tiny map of the school grounds, which you were given on the first day, which remained unexplored. It took… a while. Almost two weeks of the green-eyed man showing up at your dorm and dragging you off to your classes, picking you up after them and then taking you to a new spot on the map. While any other guide might’ve shown you the important spots; cafeteria, dorms, the auditoriums and the like. Damian refused to do anything half-heartedly. You ended up knowing where every brick of the buildings and every piece of gravel from the campus roads were. 

If you complained about being dragged everywhere when you’d much rather stay at your dorm and relax, Damian would call you ungrateful and an idiot, before hauling you off again. 

It was around this time when Damian developed the habit of grabbing your wrist and towing you around like a toddler in Disneyland as if you were at risk of getting lost and never being found again. He would actually start seeing you a bit like someone who was semi-incapable of taking care of themselves, not in a “this person is pretty much a child in an adult’s body”-type of way, but more so like “I am now responsible for protecting this person because that is my duty.” Yeah… His vigilantism would definitely make him feel like he was now responsible for your safety, like a scary guard dog. He wouldn’t tell you this, of course. That’d make him feel vulnerable. Instead, he just scolded you constantly, making you aware that he felt as if you were incapable of protecting yourself: “Ugh! Why aren’t you wearing a jacket?! You idiot! Here, have my scarf! No, I’m not gonna let you walk outside without anything other than just your indoor clothes on! It’s not summer anymore, open your eyes, do you see how there’re no more leaves on the trees, that means it’s cold! … I don’t care that your class is just on the other side of the road! Put on the damn scarf!”

Most welcome guides don’t hang around after more than the first week, but Damian did. You became part of his friend group, even though he made it look as if it was against his will and he was only doing it because clearly, you were too shy to make your own friends. 

It was a relatively closed-off friend group and they all seemed so secretive, but they treated you nicely because if Damian was vouching for you, you must’ve been the closest thing the human race can come to perfection. You  obviously had no idea that they were all vigilante sidekicks… Sidekicks which you knew well… really well… 

Jonathan Kent was probably the nicest of them, being three years older than Damian and you, but still only a year ahead of you in university… Apparently, he had taken off multiple sabbatical years to help his father with working on their family farm, a topic which you listened to enthusiastically, no matter how often he repeated himself or how off tangent he got while explaining certain parts, like how he found the best way to pet their cows or how to tell which chickens would lay the best eggs… It almost made Damian jealous. He would never admit it, of course. No, he explained it away as just being annoyed at how his best friend kept talking off the ear of the person he introduced to the group, shutting out all the others because the glasses-wearing man finally found someone who could stand to listen to his farmer’s tales. He blamed Jon for this, not you. He almost felt pity for you, since he couldn’t fathom anyone enjoying listening to someone explaining how to best milk a cow. 

Months passed, you got closer to the group and they all started to call you their “civilian friend”... Not to your face, of course. However, the one you were clearly closest to was Jon, he absolutely adored you and might’ve even gained something along the lines of a puppy-like infatuation. As a result of you and Jon’s newfound friendship, Damian called you out for having a crush on the blue-eyed farmer. You refused vehemently, but the rest of the group picked up on the teasing. Verbally ganging up on both you and Jon, calling you the lovebirds. Jon simply laughed it off, but you felt uncomfortable with all the focus suddenly landing on you. Damian, too, started to feel uncomfortable as he started to question if he was right and that you and Jon actually had a crush on each other. It made him feel weirdly empty, yet he ignored it, disliking the implications of such emotions.

Whenever one of the members of the group returned with bruises all over their legs, arms and face, (usually from a confrontation with one of their nemeses, but also sometimes simply due to their impossibly harsh training), you were the one who patched them up. You never questioned the frequency with which your friends got hurt, assuming that they didn’t want to talk about it since no one ever brought it up or seemed surprised when yet another one of them needed treatment. 

Damian loathed when you assisted the others, a deep pit forming in his stomach, but also detested how his entire body would light up like a fire, whenever you’d help treat a bruise or cut on his face. He especially disliked it when you aided Jon, the two of you always giggled as the blue-eyed man would ask you to patch up one of the few cuts or blue marks that his accelerated healing hadn’t fixed yet. Damian would often wonder why Jon would even ask for your help when he knew his injuries would be gone in a few hours… ‘because he has a crush on them’, a little voice in Damian’s head would whisper and he’d feel marginally worse than he had at the start of the day.

What Damian didn’t know, was that you actually had a crush on him, rather than his best friend. When you weren’t surrounded by the rest of your friends, the two of you clicked amazingly well, despite his many cruel insults. You may or may not have shared similar interests, but you showed curiosity towards his hobbies and it made his heart melt. When you were together one-on-one, Damian would be doing most of the talking, clearly showing you his feelings of grandeur and general confidence. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t find it attractive in a weird way. But what really made your heart beat with the fury of an angry drummer, was when he became protective. 

Perhaps you had a tendency to let people stomp all over you, preferring to remain quiet rather than speak out when you disagreed with something. Well, that simply didn’t fly with Damian around, he’d be quick to jump to your defence, standing in front of you protectively and confronting whoever did you wrong. There was only one person in this world who got to insult or otherwise bother you and that was him. 

This might have been the clearest when you and your friend group decided to go to Batburgers one day for dinner. You had ordered something which Jon had recommended, but decided to leave out one of the components. Perhaps you were getting jokerised chips(fries), but you didn’t want the rainbow mystery sauce that came with it. It was an admittedly simple order, “Jokerised chips(fries), without the sauce”... Well, the workers either didn’t listen or forgot, because when your order came, guess what? Large clumps of multi-coloured sauce floated down the length of the yellow fried sticks. You immediately decided to just ignore the mistake, it wasn’t that big of a deal and you could scrape the sauce off of the less affected pieces and eat those… Yeah, no need, because Damian quickly spotted your dejected facial expression and leaned closer to you, whispering “What’s up? Got your order wrong?” You didn’t even have to say anything, the moment you gave him a shy nod, he was already standing up from his seat and ready to fight each and every one of the workers… There was thankfully no need for violence, but the way Damian practically screamed into the poor cashier’s face, “You added the damn sauce when they specifically asked for it to be removed!” … Well, he definitely challenged his inner Karen, just for you. It worked though and you were suddenly met with not only a new batch of your previous order, but Damian also decided to buy you a Bat-mite meal which was technically meant for children and not a grown person like yourself, but you appreciated the gesture, thanking him profusely, to the point where even he became bashful. “Okay, okay! Enough thanking me! It’s not that big of a deal! Now eat your food! The rest of us are almost finished! حمار/Himar!”

It might actually be at the Bat-burger trip that you let slip that you had a teeny-tiny… not at all supermassive crush on Robin. Maybe you received a little Robin figurine in your Bat-mite meal and, against your desperate attempts, began grinning like mad. “What’s up with that creepy smile”, Damian interrogated, leaning over you and wrapping an arm around your shoulder to get a better view of the toy you were staring at. “It’s nothing”, you’d chuckle to yourself, your face heating up, unaware of whether it was because of Damian’s actions or the fact that you had been caught sending heart eyes at a figurine. One of the others in the friend group leaned over as well, seeing the statuette in your hands. “Oh my, a Robin figurine, what a coincidence… Wait-”, whoever it was, they were interrupted by Damian. “You were smiling like that at figurine… what is wrong with you?! Are you planning on melting its face off or something? I knew you were a psycho when I met you, it’s always the quiet ones”. The others share in their teasing, with poor you trapped in the middle with only Jon trying to make them stop.

Well, to save your reputation, you ended up blurting out that Robin is your favourite hero, and the entire table shut up. A moment of silence. Then a chorus of disbelieving persuasion erupted, all of them trying to highlight their own hero-personas, telling of how they’re much stronger, cuter, faster and whatever other positive attributes they could come up with: “What?! Robin? Why? Wouldn’t you prefer-”, “-do you really think that caped little gremlin is the better option, why not-”, “-I think superboy is pretty cute, don’t you, Y/n? I mean, he may not be your favourite, but you at least like him, right?” 

Almost out of pity, you ended up agreeing that you almost liked Superboy as much as Robin, just because Jon’s eyes lit up so much… If you were honest, you only really knew of Superboy because he had worked so closely with Robin, but you didn’t have the heart to share that information out loud. Curiously, for the rest of the night, Damian looked so oddly proud, gloating almost. He kept bringing up how Robin was your favourite, something which made poor Jon look like a kicked puppy and the others roll their eyes in pure irritation. Damian also treated you more rudely in his own teasing way throughout the evening, making little jabs about how you were probably one of those bizarre fans who would get themselves in danger, just to see Robin sweep in and save them. In a clumsy effort to play along with his joke, you admitted that you certainly wouldn’t have been opposed to Robin saving you, which you could’ve sworn elicited a slight blush across his cheeks, but you knew better, Damian didn’t blush ever, and certainly not because you sang the praises of the green-masked sidekick. However, he definitely got red in the face as you revealed that you actually had a Robin poster hung up above your bed in your childhood room. “See? What did I say? You are a creep, Y/n.”

After the Bat-Burger dinner, Damian insisted on walking you home like he always did whenever night had fallen. It was here that, after a long string of teasing on Damian’s part, you confessed that you had a celebrity crush on the human-sized traffic light. He had become eerily silent as his head was filled with a strange heat, something he had never tried before. Sure, it reminded him of the ‘crushes’ that he’d had previously on people like Rachel Roth, Kara Danvers and even briefly Stephanie Brown, but they had in no way been this intense… It scared him a little… a lot. 

So, what did he do with this uncertainty of his feelings as you kept expressing how handsome, smart and strong you found the current Robin? He borderline bullied you for it. “Oh! Really? You’re into men who just follow their papas? Who just hides in others’ shadows? Pathetic. Don’t come crying back to me when you someday marry some stupid trust fund baby who treats you like hell”, you had to bite down harshly on your lips to not point out the hypocrisy in Damian’s statement, simply nodding along with the insults, a knowing smile present on you lips. 

After a while of insulting the vigilante, Damian turned his harshness to you, “You really think someone like him would go out with you? I mean, he has a whole fan club, what makes you special? I mean you can barely order for yourself, let alone flirt!” You shrugged most of his critique off, you knew he didn’t really mean it… Or at least you hoped he didn’t, sometimes you did consider that he perhaps just despised the sight of you, but let you hang around out of pity. Still, his insulting of you liking someone so out of your range didn’t particularly hurt you, you already knew that it’d never happen, it did, however, make you think about whether ‘rude manboy, hiding behind his father with a cocky smile’ was simply your type, which in itself was a concerning revelation, but it also made you come to the conclusion that Damian and Robin were surprisingly similar, both personality and looks-wise. 

Damian, obviously, didn’t mean a word of his rant. He almost considered whether Robin and by extension himself, could ever even be halfway good enough for someone as lovable and charming as you. For Pete’s sake! You literally listened to Jon’s farm rambles without complaint, put up with Damian’s piss-poor attitude and patched them all up when they were hurt… How much more perfect could a person get?! Well, maybe it was Damian’s absolute hatred for feeling below someone that wasn’t his parents or grandfather… for the first time in his life… that made him somewhat enjoy being so rude to you… somewhat. 

Slinging out cruel remarks your way made him feel better about himself and offered him better control of his emotions. It kept you at a comfortable distance where he could more easily control his disgusting chrushy-wushy emotions. Disgusting emotions… which he so desperately wanted to release and channel into actually caring for you… But he couldn’t, he didn’t know how to break down his own walls in a way that wouldn’t give you a mental whiplash and cause you to suspect him of something sinister. Not to mention the fact that you probably secretly despised him for his harsh treatment of you. 

He had half a mind to confess and then roll with whatever came after, but the other side of his brain, the logical side, the dominating side, told him to keep quiet and simply ride out whatever feelings he was experiencing… It was pathetic, really. He felt as if was going to go up in flames, cry and die all at the same time, the latter of which he had actually tried, if he didn’t confess to you. Yet, even that was better than the plain rejection he envisioned you’d give him.

Well, one day your shared dancing around your feelings came to an end when Damian got a not-so-brilliant idea. It was while he was on patrol. Damian, high from the adrenaline of a huge fight with Killer Croc and Poison Ivy (…as well as some iridescent dust that the two had thrown in his face), decided to visit your dorm. 

His drugged-up condition made him neglect how creepy it might look to simply show up at your home, he had purely good intentions, but Damian had never been good at normal friendly gestures and the fluffy feeling inside of his skull surely didn’t make it any better. He knew you liked Robin, so he pondered to himself, ‘Wouldn’t they enjoy a visit from their favourite vigilante? Give them an autograph? Take a photo with them? Talk to them? Yeah! Of course, they would! I’ll just tell them that ‘Damian sent me’, they’ll be ecstatic!” 

So, with that idea in mind, Damian made his way to your dorm. Climbing up to the window he knew was yours, (he had visited you a hundred times, after all), and knocked with two of his knuckles. He had forgotten that most people are not awake at 1 am, and so, he ended up banging his sore knuckles against the glass of your window for almost five minutes straight until he finally heard rustling from within. When you rose from your bed, Damian almost cooed out loud. Your hair was a mess, sticking out in all directions and your pyjamas was clearly a few sizes too big as they hung on your body in a cute yet awkward way. Opening your window with a disturbed look in your eyes, unable to see the man hanging just below your field of vision, covered by the dark of night. You almost screamed as Damian slung himself into your room, quickly covering your mouth with his gloved hand as it was clear that you were about to cry out in horror.

 Yeah… So Damian clearly hadn’t thought this endeavour out particularly well, which was very unlike him, but he had come to the realisation at this point that he was not feeling quite like himself either. Still, as he held you close to him, one hand covering your mouth and the other at your waist, he couldn’t help but easily slip into the story he had prepared previously. With an apologetic smile, he quickly let go of you, backing away with his arms raised high to show you that he meant no harm. 

“W-who are you? What are you d-doing in m-my room?” You stuttered out, your hands shaking like leaves in the wind. Damian huffed out in humour as he went to close your window, he didn’t want you to get cold. 

“Come on, I thought I was your favourite hero. Damian told me so”, a cheeky Cheshire grin spread on his lips as he turned to you, his index finger tapping the side of his nose to indicate that he knew more than he let on. 

“You’re Robin?” You questioned, unsure of your assumption. Somehow he looked different close up than far away, more human and way more similar to Damian than had ever occurred to you previously. The young man staggered closer to you, arms outstretched, as he bowed deeply before your feet, “In the flesh”. His steps seemed calculated yet something felt off and you almost wondered if he was drunk, although, if he were, he was covering it up well. 

As he stood bowed like a theatre actor in front of you, he slowly raised his mask-clad face, a cocky smile clear as he smoothly bowed his left leg, letting one knee hit the floor and his arms dangle by his side. Once sitting on the floor, he gently grabbed your hand, bringing it up to his lips, stopping just before they met your skin. “May I?” He requested, mask-covered eyes glancing up at you. Your breath was caught in your throat and Damian realised how long he had yearned to do something like this. He was sure that you didn’t like his civilian persona romantically in the slightest, he was purposefully rude to you for crying out loud! But something about having the knowledge that you had a crush on Robin, and the effect of whatever it was he had gotten thrown in his face earlier, made it easier for him to act out all the things he had wanted to do with you for so long. 

Looking down at him with a shy demeanour, you nodded apprehensively. If it hadn’t been for the quality of the man’s costume, you weren’t sure if you’d have believed him to be the actual Robin. As soon as he saw your accepting gesture, Damian’s lips connected with the back of your hand as he folded the other arm behind him, looking like a prince from a fairytale.

The flirtations of Robin continued throughout the entire night as he let himself go emotionally, whatever he had been given slowly wearing off, which allowed him to properly enjoy your company, unhindered by his usual need to keep up a grumpy façade. You clearly enjoyed it too, although you’d sometimes cast guilty glances at the floor when Robin leaned in too close. 

Damian realised that this was probably some type of wish fulfilment for you and you might’ve felt bad for enjoying it, but really you shouldn’t, he concluded. You had nothing to feel bad about because this was wish fulfilment for Damian too. 

At one point, Robin took your phone, demanding that you unlock it. Technically he could’ve done it himself, you had told Damian the password, but if he had to keep up the story of ‘Damian’ having sent him… well, he couldn’t very well show to you that he knew your phone’s code. After you followed Robin’s command without a complaint, you handed the device back to him. Damian knew that loud noises were prohibited after eight at your dorm, but he also didn’t care, if anyone complained, he’d use his role as Robin to thwart them away, claiming that it somehow held a tactical advantage for his justice fighting. They were all idiots anyways, how would they know? 

Turning on an old and slow 60’s song like ‘Put your head on my shoulder’, ‘Can’t take my eyes off you’ or ‘Everybody loves somebody’, before offering you a hand, Damian felt as if he was on cloud nine. “Dance with me, beloved”. Your clear nervousness was so apparent, it almost felt like he was torturing you. Yet, you accepted the outstretched hand, getting pulled into the dark-haired man’s chest. As he slowly guided you around in a slow dance, one hand holding yours tightly, the other laying comfortably at the curve of your spine, it occurred to you how his accent was incredibly similar to Damian’s. A brief thought that the two might be the same was interrupted as the mask-clad man carefully picked up your chin, moving it towards his face, once again, stopping right before the two of you made contact. “May I, my dear?” A silent nod of your head was all Robin needed as he laid his lips heavily upon yours, moving slowly. Damian felt as if his mind was blown, he had dreamed of this moment for weeks, afraid that it might never happen or that he would be disappointed if it did, he was a Wayne after all, you certainly wouldn’t be the first person he’d kissed… but now? Now, that he finally experienced it. His mind was blown, and the tips of his long fingers trembled as they held the bottom of your face. He felt as if his body had been zapped from all the pain and suffering he had experienced throughout the years, a sense of being lighter than the wind engulfed him as he pressed you closer to him. Why had he held out so long, when he could’ve done this weeks, if not months, ago?!

When he left that night, he pressed another kiss to your lips and promised to return soon, which he did. As a matter of fact, you started to receive regular visits from the masked vigilante, an activity which almost lasted until your end-of-year break. Robin would drop by for an hour or two after patrol. With four or five knocks, he’d get you to open the window for him, before slinging himself into your room and greeting you with a kiss. You had at one point left the window agape, so that he wouldn’t have to knock, but he had scolded you for getting yourself cold, with the freezing winds finding the space of your room a cosy place to fill.  

You never informed your friends of your secret visitor. You did quietly, yet clearly embarrassed, thank Damian for sending the sidekick your way, to which he simply smacked the back of your head gently, saying something along the lines of, “Well, you’re too much of a wuss to ever go up to him yourself, and I coincidentally met him at a Wayne enterprise meeting. Thought, why not? It didn’t really mean anything to me.” Despite his words, behind his act, Damian wore the smuggest of grins. You were adorable as you stood there, smiling awkwardly, clearly hiding the fact that you and ‘Robin’ had done a little more than just take photos and get an autograph. 

When Robin was with you, he’d flirt and otherwise apply his charisma to get closer to you, and you’d slowly open up to him, telling him about your interests, your hobbies and your friends… Notable among your descriptions was Damian’s. Yeah, it was a little awkward for the man, sitting there, listening to you explain how ‘Damian’ was probably the coolest person in the world, how he was admittedly the rudest man you’d ever met, but that it held a certain charm to it… His blush would’ve been unmistakable had his mask not covered the top part of his face.

Still, even with the reassurance that you didn’t despise his civilian persona, he was afraid of dropping the mask. You had obviously not told his vigilante-self that you held a crush on his civilian one, which simply confirmed his fears that you definitely didn’t hold any romantic feelings towards the Damian you knew. So, for the time being, he’d keep that secret to himself. He enjoyed your company and the romance between you too much to ruin it for either of you… 

Robin pretty much snogging you became a pretty regular occurrence as well, which, while you definitely enjoyed it, made you feel a weird sense of guilt build up in your stomach. You definitely had a crush on Robin, how could you not? However, your crush on Damian was a hundred times larger, and every time Robin exclaimed that you were the most beautiful person he’d ever seen, you’d imagine that the words were stumbling from Damian’s plump lips. It not only felt wrong for you to enjoy the attention of the vigilante due to some misplaced sense of loyalty towards Damian, but it also felt as if you were doing an injustice to Robin, who came to you almost every night, proclaiming his deep affections for you, while you were thinking of another man… It felt so cruel… Not downright evil, but certainly mean-spirited and discomforting. 

 One night you decided that enough was enough. You could no longer pretend that you only cherished Robin, when clearly it was Damian you yearned for, no matter how out of your league he was and even though you were definitely not going to confess to your friend. It was borderline malignant to string the traffic-light-themed hero along. 

Damian had dropped in, like always, only to find your eyes focused on the ground, refusing to meet his gaze, even as he crouched down in front of you and grabbed your hands tightly in his. “What’s wrong?” He asked, confused and more than a little concerned. 

“I have something to tell you”, with those words you sent the man spiralling. A thousand horrible possibilities filled his head. “Were you hurt?”, “Did you actually fall for Jon?”, “Did you do something illegal?”, “Were you-?”... No, he had been careful, that couldn’t be it… In less than a second, he had gone through a long checklist of possibilities, could it be this or that? Certain things were ruled out, others were brought in and he could feel his head start to ache. 

“We can’t- I can’t… You shouldn’t come here anymore, it’s not fair to you.” With those words, Damian’s heart plummeted. What had he done wrong? Had you found out about his secret identity? Had he hurt you? Were you just no longer attracted to his vigilante persona?

 “Why?” It was a quiet whisper that passed his lips, so clearly filled with heartbreak that it almost brought tears to your eyes, yet you knew you were doing the right thing… “I’m in love with someone else”. Jon’s smiling face pooped into Damian’s head. Of course… It was bound to happen, the half-alien held a golden retriever-like charm that Damian couldn’t even begin to emulate… He was so sure that it had to be his best friend who stole the love of his life, yet, even though he knew it’d hurt him, he had to be sure that it was indeed Jon… Just before he would lace the blue-eyed man’s breakfast with kryptonite… just kidding, or maybe not… I digress. As he waited for your response with bated breath, you teased the answer, “It’s someone you know, or have at least spoken to-”. Superboy, Robin nodded, so convinced that you and Jon had something, an unspeakable chemistry that he couldn’t even inspire to gain. 

“-It’s Damian. Damian Wayne. The guy who sent you here in the first place, and the one I told you about. I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for it to end like this. But, it was unfair to string you along-”, you spluttered, feeling as if your stomach was being ripped out as you saw the dejected look on Robin’s face. The dark-haired man, however, felt shocked. You wanted Damian?! You wanted him?! The real him, not just the vigilante persona he adopted around you… His shock gave way to ecstasy as he embraced you and crashed his lips into yours. You stood still, afraid of what the hero was planning on doing to you for breaking his heart, when suddenly. “ حمار/Himar”, something about that phrase seemed to make a revelation clear for you. Even if you didn’t believe your own mind at first, there was no denying reality as Damian ripped off his mask, revealing what you had suspected. “Guess you couldn’t get enough of me, huh? Crushing on both of my alter egos, if that’s not dedication, I don’t know what is”, the green-eyed man teased you with an almost mocking smirk, one which you were used to seeing on Damian’s feature, but which almost seemed misplaced on Robin… You weren’t complaining though, it looked good on him… better than it should have.

Needless to say, the two of you started dating after that, for real this time. He let you in on his vigilante life and introduced you to his brothers…. Both by their real names and their hero names. Richard greeted you with open arms, he was simply happy for his brother, adoring how cute he found the two of you together. Jason didn’t care much but found you a much better alternative to what he had feared the demon spawn would’ve brought home.  Bruce and Tim were nervous though, now that you knew all of their identities, you put them in a position of danger… What if you revealed that information to the press? They’d be done for. Tim would most definitely make you sign an NDA, (Non-disclosure agreement), whereas Bruce might actually make you sign a contract stating that you will marry Damian after university… Just to keep you close to the family in the unlikely case that you’re actually working for a rogue. You will be met with a healthy amount of scepticism from both Bruce and Tim for the first many years, both would’ve preferred if Damian had gotten together with a vigilante, but as the years go by, they slowly warm up to you, Tim quicker than Bruce, especially if you share an interest like chess, video gaming or programming. So in short? Tsundere Damian is practically just normal Damian without a stop button.

A/N: Yes, you can just ignore this, it's mostly for the user who sent in the request.

Thank you for this idea! I hope you like what I did with it! I personally feel like Damian is pretty much always a tsundere, but I tried to exaggerate it here, which I hope came through, lol!

Also for everyone else who might've been wondering where I've been for the past few weeks, do not worry, I'm not stopping my writing! I simply have a bunch of essays, which I've had to write as of late... The woes of an IB high school student... I'll have my Christmas break from the 23rd of Dec. - the 2nd of Jan., so I'll probably be able to write some more during that period!

#damian wayne x you #damian wayne #batboys x reader #dc x reader #damian wayne x reader #damian wayne x y/n #tsundere x reader #robin x reader #damian wayne robin #dc robin #damian al ghul

[honeydjarin]

15 questions, 15 mutuals

Thank you for tagging me @commandercodys-wife 💕💖💕

Were you named after anyone?

I’m named after a book character. My middle name is my ma’s favorite author

When was the last time you cried?

About two weeks ago? I've been called both a cry baby and a cold fish so I'm not sure if I cry a normal amount or not 😔

Do you have kids?

Nope! And I don’t want them

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Not really. But I do have a habit of speaking in a tone that makes people confused about if I’m serious or not, which I guess is sarcasm adjacent

What’s the first thing you noticed about people?

Their smile! People are so pretty when they smile. Love to see people happy 🥰

What's your eye colour?

Blue green

Scary movies or happy endings?

Both! I love horror and I love romcoms. Not often a fan of movies that aren’t horror that end sadly though

Any special talents?

Not really. I’m sort of decent at a lot of things but not great at anything

Where were you born?

Florida

What are your hobbies?

Writing and drawing are the only two I’m somewhat consistent with. I like picking up new hobbies but never keep up with them (embroidery and crochet are my most recent failures)

Do you have any pets?

I have a dog! She is old and not very good at being a dog

What sports do/have you played?

So many of them! Soccer, basketball, dance, gymnastics, track/field, cross country, skating, lacrosse, flag football, badminton, color/winter guard, skiing… probably more!

How tall are you?

5’4”

Favorite subject in school?

In high school: bio. In uni: ecology and German

Dream job?

Wildlife biologist

Tagging @ghostofskywalker @dontletyourchildrenwatchthis @moondirti @groguspicklejar @sofasoap @managarmur @starboytech @wings-and-beskar @fives-girlfriend @cupofjoel @clonemedickix @corrieguards @saradika @starrrgazingbunny @suresnips

[suratan-zir]

Random story time

I was 17, the year was 2013. I had just gotten a new t-shirt that I really liked, which was a big deal because I very rarely buy new clothes, let alone something I like. It was a white shirt with a large black cross on the front. This kind of style was popular at the time. Looked like this:

I quickly came to realize that the shirt was cursed. It was a magnet for creeps. Every time I wore it, I got harassed on the streets. Every trip to my uni and back in this shirt felt like a dangerous journey. Some random, sometimes drunk, men would point their hands and scream at me across the street because I somehow offended god. Of course they didn't care about god and I was just an easy victim for bullying. And why is it that you can wear jewelry with crosses, but you can't have two black lines crossed on your t-shirt? Where do we draw the line?

Anyway, I would usually try to ignore them or say something like "fuck off" if they couldn't be ignored. It was scary, but I didn't want to give up and simply not wear it anymore because of some crazy people.

One evening, I was walking my dog. It was an empty alley, surrounded by trees, with no one else except me, my dog, and an elderly man approaching us. As he walked closer, he started pointing his cane at me and opened his mouth to try to say something. I realized that he was probably offended by my shirt. So I tried to explain myself, because I didn't want to upset an older gentleman, but I also didn't want to be lectured.

"I know what you're thinking," I said, "it's not a religious symbol, it's not even an orthodox cross, it's just two lines, it doesn't mean anything. I don't try to disrespect any religion." As I quickly babbled all of that, he smiled pensively, nodded, and listened to me. When I stopped, he said, "Yes, yes... now better take off this shirt and show me your boobs."

I felt like such a fool. I never wore that t-shirt again.

The end of a random story.

#personal #random story time #<- I guess this will be a new tag

[donde-el-diablo-parquea-la-moto]

Things that happened on Vegetta's stream today:

IRL date with Luzu Quackity and Willy!!

Today's plan: a fooligetta family wagon.

Vegetta can't build DONDE ESTÁ LA NIÑA?

Vegetta demands Leo's presence. (She's busy at uni)

Cucurucho shows up and helps.

Leo wakes up! (She should TP to Andorra)

The millionaires wagon "El primer Damo y su hija"

Leo is 15 years old. How much time has Vegetta been trapped on the island?!

The gods fix the train.

Future date on the train??

Vegetta wants to move the statue so it's more imposing.

Leo is blind Vegetta, don't laugh.

Everything is purple, integration and consistency is key.

Roier arrives.

Cucurucho will drive for the family.

Nothing works in the VIP wagon.

Vegetta visits ciudabobby (he doesn't really like it)

Vegetta doesn't know how to mute on Minecraft.

There's a dog shitting.

Quackity's pyramid is weird and scary for Leo.

If Foolish wins the presidency, the nether will open up (Vegetta seems pretty confident on Foolish winning)

Vegetta sees Tazercraft's train (it doesn't have vigas boooooo)

Vegetta will see the castle letsgooooo

QUACKITY LOGS IN just to hurry Vegetta (Luzu speaks through him too)

Vegetta loves the castle and wants to know all it's secrets.

#qsmp #I may have missed things #it was a very fun stream you should watch it! #vegetta #qsmp leonarda #q!vegetta #q!roier #once again the fooligetta family has the federation at their beck and call #fooligetta

[theragethatisdesire]

the only mid thing about scary dog privileges was that there wasn’t a second part😩💔

EEEEEEEP thank u nonny <333 i make no promises re: part 2 but i appreciate your input :')

#rage.rambles #nonny #anon #scary dog uni

[katzkinder]

Gamma/Uni is peak sorry I don’t make the rules. They have EVERYTHING. The devotion. The guilt. The self loathing. The unconditional love. Dying in each other’s arms. Princess and Knight. Height difference. Age gap. Boss and subordinate. Villain as love rival. Scary inlaws (reborn counts fight me). The younger holds all the power and the elder is a useless dog at his master’s loving beck and call. Dramatic love confessions. Generational trauma. Lover’s suicide to save the world. Literally what more could you want

Rolls around I love Uni so much she deserves only the best useless men to worship her like a goddess

#khr #katekyo hitman reborn #gammauni

[cordelia---rose]

15 questions for 15 friends

i was tagged by the wonderful @johaerys-writes, thank you so much!

ARE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?: nope! my mother found a book of rare names, wrote down a whole bunch, and my father only liked one of them. fun fact, only three people in the entire world have the same first name as me ⭐

WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED?: oh man in terms of like any tears at all…like this morning because my PMDD is hitting me hard at the moment and i saw my dog being cute and it was all too much for me but in terms of a big, proper cry…probably a couple of weeks?

DO YOU HAVE KIDS?: i am actively filled with repulsion and dread at the thought of having children so it’s a good thing i don’t

WHAT SPORTS DO YOU PLAY/HAVE YOU PLAYED?: i used to play hockey, netball, tennis and rounders at school and then whatever they made us do in PE but i’m not a huge sports person, especially not teams ones!

DO YOU USE SARCASM?: too much. i realised in my teens that if i’m deliberately deadpan and sarcastic all the time, people just think it’s funny and don’t look at me weirdly when i’m having an especially autistic day and can’t mask well because it just blends into my usual demeanour. everyone at work thinks i’m very dry and sarcastic when actually it’s mostly just me failing to understand social cues.

WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE?: gosh honestly i really don’t know. although i do pay a lot of attention to people’s smiles, i think you can learn a lot about a person by how they smile. whether it’s forced or natural, if their eyes smile too, if they hold their happiness back or let it come out unrestrained, etc., so i’ll go for smiles!

WHAT'S YOUR EYE COLOUR?: boring boring blue

SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS?: can we not have both? i’ll always have to pick scary movies though because horror is my favourite genre, but i love a final girl ending!

ANY TALENTS?: ooh this is tough because for me a talent is something you’re just naturally good at, but the things that other people would probably say i have a natural talent for are my hobbies which i’ve worked at for a long time so i wouldn’t be able to say if it’s an innate talent or just a skill i’ve honed. i think i’ll probably say playing the double bass (or upright bass in the USA) - i tried it out at a musical open day thing at my school and decided i liked it, and then twelve weeks later i sat a music exam for it and passed with top marks despite it usually taking several years to get to that point!

WHERE WERE YOU BORN?: england. i was doomed from the start.

WHAT ARE YOUR HOBBIES?: my main ones would be writing, reading, gaming, obsessively researching and then yapping about my special interests, and baking! i also do some crafty stuff when the mood strikes (i’m not really very good at it, but that’s chill, because it’s just for fun) and i’m not sure if it counts as a hobby but i love going on the trampoline!

DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS?: i have my dog who is simultaneously the reason i get up in the mornings and the reason i don’t want to get up in the mornings, and also a crested gecko who mostly just vibes doing her own thing.

HOW TALL ARE YOU?: 5’7”/1.70m

FAVOURITE SUBJECT IN SCHOOL?: this changed so drastically over the years! when i was younger it tended towards history, then when i started secondary school i still loved history but classics became my main area of interest, but after i decided i didn’t want to pursue a career in that field i cast about a little bit and realised that while i hated, like, plant biology and chemical reactions, i was really into specific aspects of science and that’s what i’m studying at uni now!

DREAM JOB?: forensic anthropologist, i’m undertaking my master’s in this and i really hope i get to have a career in this one day, it’s my life’s ambition.

Tagging (i barely talk to anyone on here lmao so it's definitely going to be fewer than 15! also there's with no pressure): @stressedanime @royalthorned @a-good-sandwich @toy-soldiering @claudiadiary

#personal #tag game

[torushawty]

ID: KARMA. 20. 5’4. JAMAICAN/FRENCH. SHE/THEY.

BACKGROUND: bisexual, writer, working uni student, psychology major, INTP, horror lover, dog mama, manga reader, former cheerleader, beloved loyal wife to fuck ass toji fushiguro, hopes of being a screenplay writer in the future~

• english isn‘t my first language so if you see any embarrassing typos in my writing i sincerely apologize </3.

INSTRUMENTS: i play electric guitar, piano, clarinet, flute, and i used to play the cello ! i wanna learn to play bass so bad.

FUN FACTS: i have four tattoos and four piercings. some languages i am currently studying is russian, mandarin, and italian. sports i played were basketball & volleyball. in my spare time i love collecting vinyls from the 70s/80s. i also love playing games like gta, fnaf, resident evil, or dead by daylight. oh yeah, i prefer angst over smut if i’m being real :')

WHAT’S ON KARMA’S PLAYLIST: jhené aiko, brent faiyaz, gorillaz, melanie martinez, monsta x, svt, blackpink, tame impala, queen, (the band) the neighborhood, sza, don toliver, lady gaga, ashnikko, britney spears, aaliyah, selena quintanilla, the weeknd, $uicideboy$, backstreet boys, koffee, kim petras, tv girl, partynextdoor, jeremih, ski mask the slump god, insane clown posse, lauryn hill, she wants revenge, erykah badu, flo milli, playboi carti, j cole, kendrick lamar, bob marley, future, kehlani, frank ocean, nicki minaj, nirvana, lesley gore, steve lacy, lana del ray, chase atlantic, kid cudi, rihanna, mitski.

KARMA’S FAVORITE SCARY MOVIE(S): i have a lot and i probably wouldn’t be able to make all of them here </3 but my top three scary movies of all time would be — scream, friday the 13th & the shining, and the ring !!!

KARMA’S FAVORITE ALBUMS: currents, to pimp a butterfly, nevermind, the triology, after hours, crybaby, starboy, k-12, who really cares, a night at the opera, blonde, damn, the pink print, plastic beach, the slow rush, demon days, gemini rights, thriller.

KARMA’S FAVORITE ANIME/MANGAS: tokyo revengers, attack on titan, lookism, lady k and the sick man, dragon ball z, bleach, black clover, assassination classroom, the disastrous life of saiki k, soul eater, berserk, naruto / (shippuden), death note, pumpkin night, a silent voice, secret alliance, jojo’s bizarre adventures, one piece.

#*₊˚👾୧ nintendhoe #no that fine woman isn’t me #that’s the love of my life mariah the scientist . 🥰

[belleandsaintsebastian]

snippet !!!! :)) thank you to my lovely wonderful sash @fruityindividual for the tag MWAH xx

another snippet from my slow going rory-goes-to-harvard-season-5 au thing :)) this was a bit silly and v fun to write....featuring rory experiencing the going-back-to-uni scary feelings!!! i think i've posted a bunch of snippets from this atcually so far so i might link them all here just to stick them all together :)) OKAY here it is (i am NOT SCARED at all gosh....)

Union Station New Haven stood a stark red brick monolith with big fat windows for eyes and people running out through them like so many tears. Rory and Luke and Lorelai watched it from the street, silent, appraising. Between them: one suitcase, one backpack and a Black White & Read tote bag. Inside sat the whole of Rory’s life, compressed and college-ified. She clutched the tote until her knuckles turned white. 

“Should we…go inside?” Lorelai said, still quiet against the roar of cars and people and trains and goodbyes and hellos. 

Luke said nothing. Rory let herself have one small, shaky exhale before snatching up her mom’s hand and replying: “Yeah. Yeah, let’s go in, god.” 

It was like entering the land of the suitcases. There were suitcases horizontal against the floor, snoozing with napping travellers across benches, and suitcases running alongside impatient young people like lap dogs and suitcases cradled in arms and suitcases standing alone and suitcases flying across the floor like angels broken free from heaven. Luke trailed Rory’s case along behind him. It made a little clinking sound and had patches sewn across the cover. She had pricked her fingers for it; she adored it. 

“Coffee!” Lorelai yelled, too loud in a too-loud place. “God, coffee, abort mission, we have to stop, hey Luke, hey hey Luke. Did you even hear me? I said –”

Luke sighed. “Yes, I heard you.” They paused. It felt wrong, like climbing on the baggage carousel in the airport and catching a ride. People zoomed past them anyway. “Okay, okay. We still have a bit. Let’s stop this crazy woman before she gets us kicked out…”

The coffee shop, a tiny wall-hole that appeared in almost every waiting room, train station, airport and transitory space ever, sold only paper cups of papery coffee and the sickliest blueberry muffins you’d ever had. They bought two of each and perched themselves on one of the great wooden benches that seemed to span miles. It was like being in mass prayer. Rory tilted her head up and the roof stretched up into oblivion. She wondered how she’d feel going back to the city. She wondered if her head would explode.

other snippets from this au: here + here

tagging (nooo pressure as always!!!!) @fatemy-friend @stellaluna33 @drowsyanddazed @sarabethsilver @disasterbiwriter @ernestonlysayslovelythings @pancakehouse and anyone else who has a wip i would loveee to read it please tag me!!!! okay MWAH love u all have a gooooorgeous weekend xx

#my writing #s5 au #guys i did so much research on what. amtrak stations are. and what they look like for this fic.....call me the amtrak station expert now #actually.....

[nuttytani]

Hiiii, may I request some headcanons of Scaramouche, Xiao, and Thoma who have a very bubbly and energetic S/O but they are mute please. You have such great writings, keep up the good work and don't feel pressured to get them all done <33

Nonverbal reader hcs 

characters- scaramouche, xiao, thoma, gn!reader

a/n- you know, i was actually going to delete this and the other req in my inbox... but thought nahhh need to get it done. modern au, nothing scary all fluff despite the warnings. kinda forgot about the bubbly part... oops

tw: selective mutism, mutism, mention of anxiety and bullying. edit: not proof read D:

Scaramouche 

He didn't know about you until his sister, Ei and her girlfriend would hang around you and talk about you often. Eventually got to meet you and bro— you bet he was flustered. Why the heck were you so sweet and nice??? Now he knows why Ei always praises you.

Doesn't care one bit about you being nonverbal. Come on, you're just a normal human being, like him, why should he care about minor details? 

Plus, you talk plenty through AAC apps on your phone… and he means plenty. 

You're quite the chatterbox, talking about things that happened throughout the day. Like a cute little cat you saw on the streets or a funny titled novel you found in a bookstore. 

To some people it might sound a little off hearing a robotic voice having conversation with people but Scara got used to it. 

He gets worried about you on days when you're not talking a lot. Won't say it but he shows through actions.

Xiao 

He's been friends with you for a long time, since you were in kindergarten. Particularly because the two of your parents were colleagues and neighbours. 

It took you some time to warm up to Xiao and communicate with him, but he swears to the Archons above… The day he heard your voice, he had ascended to Celestia. Treasures that day in his heart because it meant you trusted him (although the two of you were too young to understand the meaning of "trust"). Most of the time it's you chattering away and him listening while commenting here and there. 

Ever since then, you've talked normally with Xiao unless you were under stress or anxiety. 

That's when he holds your hand to calm you down… and you appreciate him being there for you.

Sometimes people would call you mean names or bully you, heh, those poor souls… They did not know what was coming for them the next day :))) you'll never know either.  

Thoma

He heard that a new foreign exchange student was studying in the same uni as him! 

 Inazuma National University (INU) 

(Wait what? ….. dog uni 😭??)   

And he just HAD to befriend you.

Thoma got lucky and met you in the uni library one day. He asked if he could sit next to you, and you nodded with a smile. Both of you were busy doing your own thing.

Then, it became a routine of sorts. Thoma would always take a seat near you in the library, that spot became his. Before he knew it, he started passing notes with you. 

It was fun and cute

Found out about how you were nonverbal through that. Thoma doesn't care about it though, you're still you.

Later on, both of you realised phones exist and got each other's phone number. Thoma finally got the courage to ask you out after that.

"Wanna get coffee with me? Like.. a date-date?"

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