#you logically know they wouldnt just end it there. and you have hope that they wont die because like. as they said how would they

[todayisafridaynight]

SO FUNNY I was just about to write in complaining that I got sick a day after you posted your last comic... I caught it... yet I don't have an Arakawa to take care of me... [<- I started writing this when you answered my last ask]

OH BUT NO WORRIES AT ALL I always love reading your responses and these were no exception :) It really means the world to me to have you guys listen! I believe I've [probably] mentioned the headcanon is a bit personal [In Other Words projection galore but. Believable Enough. Please DO dare to think... It'll work out...]; I was more or less expecting to keep it to myself forever because I felt the Venn Diagram of people who would know what I'm talking about and be interested had no overlap. I'm incredibly grateful to be able to have these talks and the assurance that's not the case :) and also I just kinda don't wanna Mansplain Jo To You so I'm glad that doesn't seem to be the case as well

AND I MEAN... LOL... LMAO EVEN...

it would be a pretty fair to pursue that line of thinking given he has both visible symptoms of sleep deprivation and things to lose sleep over... reminded of Debt [TWISTING AND WAILING AND CONVULSING] but also the counterpart to Matrophobia you were thinking about...

I absoluuuutely get what you mean by the mirror thing too I see you in the kitchen I smell what you're cooking... same here... very excited to see what he's like when he doesn't have to be a bullet as well... here are those for the sake of completion [If I May I think perhaps he wouldn't feel the need to change his name, just feel a disconnect if it's his father's family name and/or his given name was chosen by his father. Like an ambivalent Aoki I guess; he knows he'll answer to it so why fix what ain't broke and "inconvenience others"...]

SORRY FOR RAMBLING MYSELF HGLDJLKDJG again No Worries At All since you shouldn't be saying much with your Gameritis anyway... I hope your wrist gets better soon, rest up and take care!

NOT MY SILLY COMIC GIVIN YOU THE FLU (;´༎ຶД༎ຶ`) hope youre doin better now gettin sick SUCKS (╯x╰ )

oh but yaya of course : i have a cockroach for a brain so im glad star can supplement a lot more valuable commentary (╯▽╰ ) even if i have bugs for brains im still happy to see what you (and star should they write again) have to say :)

#snap chats #my only contributions to anything is illustration and now im gettin people sick 😩 horrendous.. #in any case... as a serial Nightmare Haver its only logical id inevitably project that onto people in Way Worse situations than i #if im upset bout the littelest things then i can only IMAGINE The Horrors with what jo- not to mention arakawa- have to deal with #jo esp when he outright confessed to being haunted by masato's outburst for. 'Who Knows How Long' #And Lest I Neglect Ikumi. she also gotta have it bad... everyone gets nightmares its like an episode of oprah in my mind.. #oh but i dont think you mentioned it was a personal topic- i had A Feeling tho thats also why i feel unprepared to touch on it #i generally try not to talk bout things i dont know about and while i know SOME things i certainly wouldnt want to start gettin into it #esp if someones dealt with it themselves i dont wanna say nothin STUPID. more than usual anyway #not without doing studying beforehand with a sensitive topic as such BUT LIKE I SAID im still very much open to listening #onto topis i am familiar with.. i GUESS..i still very much think of jo's potential fear of ending up like his dad #i just wish i knew what to do with the idea.. again my brain is very small and ive accepted that bout myself. at most i can draw but that i #on that note tho About His Name. yeah not many notes on that LMAO I Agree in other words #esp at his age its just a. Well I'll Die Soon Anyway There's No Point In Changing and the whole #The Few People Who Know Me Already Know Me By This So I Shouldnt #just sort of something to be numb to by this point #anyhow... i think thats all my gumball dome can rattle out... now to . drastically shift the tone of my blog with a post BYE TY FOR WRITIN #i always feel bad for apologizing since apologies are like promises and Apparently Im Very Bad At Keeping Promises so. #Forgive Me for having pool noodles for braincells.. i can only try to make up for it with works... #works that I Hope do convey the fact i Try to think and i take everythin sent to me to heart.. #ok bye bye i TRULY must get moving along (╯▽╰ ;;)

[drdemonprince]

Any chance you'd expand on the hank hill trans guy post? (Sorry, best indicator I could come up with.) The concept interests me as I decidedly know my maleness, yet don't feel impeded by for the most part, any male gendered norms/boxes. I am fairly masculine, though I rarely use those kinds terms to describe myself. I have found I often do stray outside of what society pushed for me when I transitioned, yet I again do not feel it has taken from my right to maleness whatsoever. I am just me, who happens to be male. I have had friends try and suggest I am NB adjacent but I do not feel this way whatsoever. I feel more people are outliers to gender expectation than we care to admit and it's disappointing the way cis-people deny that. Hope this wasn't too long winded, I value your writing and perspective, and wanted to hear more of your thoughts on this.

Yeah, well so many things all get conflated by gender labels, and it's all so personal, you know? Masculinity does not have to mean maleness, and a person's gender identity might be a reflection of some innate quality they experience themselves as having, or a general summary of their tendencies, or their desired presentation, or their sense of affinity with other people, or an interpersonal tool, or something they just go along with because it was given to them by society, or any other number of things.

I think my recent substack piece on detransition goes into this pretty well, and I have an upcoming piece of what @pastimperfection calls "bilateral dysphoria" that comes out next week that delves into it too.

I think I mostly saw taking on a male identity as a means to an end more than any kind of innate reflection of who I was, though I did feel an affinity with effeminate men for a lot of reasons. I think I also discounted how much I have in common with my fellow nonbinary people of all stripes, because that identity became so strongly associated with being an annoying type of queer person that everybody else just wrote off as ultimately being their assigned gender at birth anyway no matter how much they protested. it doesn't help that 'nonbinary' is a catchall term for literally thousands if not millions of very distinct experiences and desires.

transitioning gave me control over how i was perceived, finally, but hormones are a throttle that only go in one very specific direction, and you don't really have all that much control over which changes kick in at which times and what people will make of you once you do start registering to them as some identity other than what you were first saddled with. it's an incredible gift to be able to toggle that throttle. but it's limited, not because medical transition isn't incredible and needed for so many, but because there is no escaping the goddamned binary cissexist logic that influences everything about how people treat you, how you navigate institutions, who finds you desirable and what they want out of you, and so much else.

if you're able to cast a lot of the external societal bullshit aside and feel strong in your maleness, maybe you're stronger than me or maybe our orientation to these things is just different, i don't know. i was never all that sensitive to feedback that i was doing the whole being-a-woman-thing all that wrong. i reveled in violating those rules to an extent. succeeding at being a woman despite my best attempts was what felt super dysphoric. and now i guess im succeeding at being a man, insofar as im always read as one, and it feels just as uncomfortable and objectifying and false. i thought that with manhood i could probably just grit my teeth and deal with it, but i'm finding that i can't.

ive always been very open that for me, gender is a thing I Do, and i guess to those who know me well it wouldnt be surprising to hear that i have gotten tired of Doing Being a Man and dont feel like playing that particular gendered game anymore. I tend to get bored of things! and find the flaws in things. and find my comfort in being fault-finding and contrarian and not being a joiner. and thats okay. i learned a lot along the way. not having to try any more is a huge relief. i can just do whatever. and know actively that people will more often than not be wrong in what they make of me.

maybe it was natural feeling for you to decidely 'know' your maleness without a care for masculine standards because that is the right identity for you! and maybe i only feel secure in the "not knowing" realm and in letting go of what people think of me or finding any kind of tidy categorization for it because that's the right spot for me. for now. until i find a new interesting way to be unhappy and striving for more and different again. :) that's just part of being alive, for me.

[party-gilmore]

absolutely wild learning about my austistic leanings later in life because like

my parents just thought i was “eccentric” and found me rather entertaining, weirdness and all (plus their own probably undiagnosed AuDHD making their benchmark for normal skewed anyway) and my mon specifically was always so “mever change for anyone just be you” from a very young age so i just…

never experienced the concept of masking i guess?

Not as masking, I mean.

i would read accounts from autistic people talking about their experiences and struggles and pressure to conform and masking and the mental effects thereof and i would feel empathy because i “went through similar issues” but i th

i thought i was just being bullied for being Weird. just in general. like kids do. that this was a case of “well this sounds a lot like what i go through, but im not actually autistic so it probably isnt my place to join the conversation.”

it just never clicked that, “um. hi. these are the exact same behaviors you do. and there were moments in your life that almost led you to masking. because thats what it would’ve been. masking. but your dumb ass thought it wouldve just been ‘changing how you act and who you are in order to be bullied less’ which okay TECHNICALLY yes that is an accurate if watered down description of masking too, but.

Then you refused to on principle, because bullying is bad and fuck you and got angry about it to the point of overcompensating and INCREASING your Behaviors (tm) until you completely skipped over one of the key experiences that wouldve helped you identify with other people on the spectrum later in life.”

I just rolled through life like a steamroller of righteous, spiteful confidence that my preferences and actions were nobody’s business but my own and vice versa unless they clearly and directly affected others - so much so that I never actually set any kind of benchmark pattern for the way (NT) people around me act.

So I never had a benchmark for masking.

like im going back through all my memories of friendships that soured because i took everything at face value instead of trying to read deeper into cues. because I would always just say what i wanted people to know, straight up. like if i wanted attention i would ask for it if i wanted them to know i was hurt i would tell them. That made so much sense to me i assumed that was the norm. Because clearly. Thats logical. and obvious. So certainly other people are doing the same.

I got blinsided a LOT by the games my school friends and later some early adult friends played, yeah, but AGAIN (see: steamroller of self confidence) I simply assumed that was THEIR problem, not mine, and just… grieved the friendship and hoped for their sake they’d eventually sort their shit out 🤣

I literally thought they were the ones having difficulty with social contracts and cues and relationships.

Then over the past couple years the more I see accounts from other people in the AuDHD spectrum, like “yeah neurotypicals actually [thing i had been assuming was just an asshole trait for years without questioning it], heres what they really mean and a good script for responding” and “its funny how i [exact behavior i did for years] and no one realized i was austistic till later” im like… 🙃

And the last kicker was the post about food touching with the tag response “sometimes masking your autistic traits ends up more autistic than the unmasked trait” and my gut reactions were, in order:

…why would you bother to mask that, why is the way you eat anyone elses business?

i mean i guess it would ease up the pressure a bit, i got bullied for that too, i can see how maybe you wouldnt want to have to put… up with…

…

oHHHH SHIT IS THAT WHAT IT WOULDVE BEEN. IF I HADNT BEEN SO ANGRY ABOUT BEING ASKED TO CHANGE. IT WOULDVE BEEN MASKING. IF I’D KNOWN WHAT THAT WAS. THIS WHOLE TIME.

its just… its just been a series of months of me shaking my head and realizing my entire life has been that meme like “Am I having difficulties connecting socially??? No, it is everyone else who is wrong.”

🤣 girl help

#if its not obvious ofc this is about my personal experience with autism #not trying to say anything about whether its better to mask or not to mask i think thats up to each individual personal and their situation #whatever is most comfortable to them #…not me putting disclaimers in the tags of a personal post just in case anyone takes it the wrong way so i need to clarify #because suddenly i dont trust whether or not my tone comes across as intended anymore and am afraid of sounding arrogant #i bet THAT doesnt have anything to do with the AuDHD at ALL for SURE 🙄

[acaciapines]

Could you talk about Toriel and Carol’s relationship in your au? How did they end up married? Seems interesting!

yeah!!! this is one of those things where i think i first was like 'wouldnt this be funny' and then thought about it a little too hard and oh no im invested now.

basically, i knew from the start that rudy would be dead here...not sure WHEN exactly he dies, but i think it wasnt that far after dess and kris being presumed dead...maybe a year or so later. the loss of them both was just wayyy too much and since monsters partly hold on by hope its like. that breaks a man. the dreemurr divorce is also a LOT more bitter, here, since there's the loss of their youngest child to deal with. all that to say toriel and carol would turn to each other!! since they both lost their children in the same way, and then both lost their husbands, and eventually that becomes a relationship.

theyre ALSO together because i knew from the start the two families were going to be close (asriel is Very Much noelle's older brother) and making the moms married is just the logical conclusion from there lol. i think its good to put them together 'cause it also means i can further explore the theme of parents with noelle, too! the way i see it, carol actually sold the holiday house because losing dess + rudy so soon after each other was really hard on her, and the way she deals with her feelings is by pretending they dont exist and pushing through. and so for her, selling the house is like, leaving that part of her life behind. then it can't hurt her. so she has to plan everything out and shes VERY hard on noelle because she cannot lose noelle because noelle is sort of all she has left in the world.

noelle is very bitter about this. like her mom never cared about dess and rudy at all. and now doesnt love her, because she lost the actual family members she loved, and noelle is just the worst one she was left with. yes the holiday women have so many issues they refuse to talk out with each other.

with toriel its a lot easier to tell that she does love and care about noelle, but! this! manifests! in being super overprotective! which noelle ALSO hates!!! she cannot win. plus the moms do tend to side with each other (bc tori + carol know what page the other is on when the kids Never Do), so for noelle its like. her mom hates her and toriel never takes her side so like. what is she supposed to do with that?

in regards for the family structure, asriel's already 18 when carol and toriel get married so he doesn't consider carol his mom and probably still calls her 'aunt carol,' mayyyybe he uses 'stepmom' if talking about her to someone else but she's been his aunt his entire childhood so i think thats what sticks. aka he probably only uses 'stepmom' if he wants to quickly get across that she's married to his mom, otherwise he describes her as his aunt. he 100% sees noelle as his little sister. noelle usually just calls toriel 'toriel' (so she drops the 'aunt') and would use 'stepmom' when talking about her to other people. like asriel, she 100% sees him as her older brother.

they hyphenate their last names so its 'holiday-dreemurr.' noelle has this last name, asriel might just stick with dreemurr?? i honestly dont know lol. he lives with them but again. hes an adult when they get married.

annnnnd thats all i have on them so far! when i get into the writing of this i'll probably do a lot of little test-scenes for all these dynamics, lol, but i'm a bit far out for now. the two test-scenes i wrote were 'cause i Had To or else i would explode.

#drkau #deltarune #ask #cannot wait to get halfway through writing this au #and then chapters 3 + 4 drop and reveal that carol's name is not even carol #that's gonna be really funny <3 god knows what i'll do then. im just not thinking about it. #BUT YEAH I LOVE THEM.....its a very fun family!!!

[naramdil]

Salam hafsah 💕

I hope you’re well. I wanted to reach out to you bc i always have admired your perspectives and thoughts on matters of the heart, seeing you have a naram dil. This is a lot so i understand if you don’t feel comfortable answering but would appreciate your insight.

I’m currently in a relationship with someone and recently i discovered something painful. I found out that he was in love with someone when we first started talking. We began as something online and weren’t in a committed relationship. I never approached him for the purpose of marriage (which i usually do) so we were definitely undefined. i did end up asking him to speak with the purpose of marriage and so we did. But during that period when i asked, he was already trying to pursue someone he loved and when she refused, he had decided to move on and pursue me.

Finding out now, i feel like i was left in the dark. He told me he didn’t tell me because at that time we weren’t committed and it would only hurt me. But he still needed to see if anything could happen with her before giving me his full attention. She was in a relationship and had just broken up and he took that opportunity to drive to her state and ask. It was a grand gesture, but she refused.

So then he and i began. But now that i’m thinking about it, i feel like he was still in love with her while talking to me. I asked him what she meant to him. He told me that this girl was an instant connection for him. You know how our souls have met other souls in a different realm before we meet physically in this dunya? She was one of those people for him. He knew immediately that he wanted to marry her without even fully knowing her. It was that kind of love. it hurt to hear about it. It hurt that i didn’t know. It hurt that that person wasn’t me.

We broke up a few months into the relationship for reasons which had nothing to do with his feelings for her. We reconnected a month ago. For some reason, i started talking to him again and we only recently started truly making the intention to talk for marriage and not just because we like each other. But he actually told me that last month, she reached out to him and he was put in a similar position as when we first started talking. Again we were in a situationship this time again and not fully committed because i didnt feel like i was ready to do this again. He told me she reached out to me before i reached out again (the second time i reached out after we first broke up) and she finally sent him a message saying it wouldnt work with them. So this has happened two times.

I don’t know if it’s bad timing with two girls reaching out to him around the same time but now I’m thinking if he’s still in love with her. That kind of love he had for her doesnt just disappear like that. He told me it’s rare to find that kind of love. He told me two weeks ago was when she texted him that it wouldnt work out. They havent talked since then.

I just don’t know what to do now because i still like him. Despite it all. Despite the anxiety i feel. Despite the hurt and my tendency to compare his love for her for the love he can have for me. He said that although it wasnt an instant connection when it came to me, he is still willing to build it with me. Build the love since most people grow i to love and choose each other every day and that’s how bonds are made. What he experienced is rare. But it just all hurts. It hurts to feel like he is just settling and getting married because he has faced rejection and the woman he loves doesnt want him. I feel like a second choice. I feel like i’m the logical decision, which is to find a person to marry and have kids. I didnt give him that cosmic, spiritual, instant connection like she did.

I dont know if this is something i can repair. He told me that he isn’t in love with her but he still has love for her and will always make dua for her. he wants to build a connection and grow into love with me. But i feel myself comparing and hurting. It was only two weeks ago that she sent him the rejection message so it’s not like she’s part of his past and it’s been years. It’s recent

But I’m still here. I almost broke up with him again because i felt like i couldnt handle this. But i’m still here. How do people love like that, get rejected and then marry? Wouldnt it feel like they settled if they chose you? I’m so sorry! I just have no one that would possibly understand what predicament i’m in. I appreciate it all anyway 💕

hey honey, I think that you should let him go. genuine love will not make you question anything. sure you could "grow into love" but ultimately he is telling you that he didn't feel that connection with you and that this other girl will always be on his mind (if he is gonna continue to pray for her....) he seems like a flake and you deserve someone who is sure about you and chooses you for you and not because you are conveniently there. it seems like you have made yourself too available to him and he doesn't view you as something he could "lose" but rather a fallback. you should never marry someone in that circumstance.

if you have so many struggles and heightened emotional lows now, before you are married? it's only going to continue. and if how you are feeling now is not how you want to continue feeling then you are going to have to let go and move on with your life. you seem religious so I will say that you should pray on it and ask that if he is meant to be in your life, to clear the path and make it easy. and if he is not meant to be in your life, to remove the emotions and make you feel nothing so that it is easier to move forward. inshAllah things get better for you, please look out for yourself. you are allowed to seek the kind of connection that you described, that cosmic connection that you just feel is right and that is easy to come together and build a life. if you broke up once it was for a reason, remember that.

#I hope that you value yourself first and dont put him before yourself #take care and do something kind for yourself today 💗 #anonymous

[mizuki-nikki]

my personal thoughts over the male love interest in "death is the only ending for villainess" manhwa ✨

so lately i've been obsessed with this one manhwa that i found on tiktok. a reverse harem manhwa has always been my favorite genre but this manhwa deserve a standing applause. not only that the story is intriguing, the art was just mind blowing. i fell in love with each of the male lead in this manhwa (note: spoilers ahead. read by your own risk)

lets talk about each one of them 😘

1. derrick eckhart

black hair and pale skin. what could possibly go wrong with that?

on a first sight, this guy sounds like the typical male lead character that you found in every manhwa. cold, harsh, mature and responsible. he truly acts like the oldest kid in the house.

i truly like derrick's physical appearance to be honest. he fits the type of male lead character that i usually like. however, sometimes i just felt like he should trust the mc more (okay, with her reputation, i know hes just being logical and rational). but still, he's my top 3 pick for this manhwa.

2. reynold eckhart

i wasn't a big fan of reynold in the beginning of the story.

only in the beginning. he set the trap for penelope and shouted at her most of the time (everyone does but still) although his hatred to penelope made me annoyed during the first chapters, he started to change a lot and grew in my heart. i really like his interaction with main female character, how he started to accept her, helped her and protected her whenever she needed help.

compared to derrik, i think reynold can interact freely with penelope. this made their interactions become more alive.

3. callisto regulus

hell yeah, who wouldnt fall for the crazy bastard like the crown prince in a otome game?? 💛

if i can name my number one pick for this manhwa, i would definitely choose callisto. crazy, unpredictable yet has a soft spot for the female lead. who wouldnt fall for this kind of character? WHO??

this guy made the whole conversation with the mc super intense yet funny at the same time. i really hope penelope would choose callisto by the end of the story. he made the story progressed in a very interesting way. he believed in penelope but also protected her as much as he could.

dang im so in love with callisto.

4. winter verdandi

this guy is too good to be true.

first of all, dont get me wrong. calm, gentlemen, kind hearted and seemed like a stable guy. i would definitely choose him if i found someone like him in real life. i mean who wouldnt tho?

i personally thought that the manhwa didnt fully uncover his potential. he seemed boring to me.. maybe because he didnt have that many interaction with the mc in the manhwa. their conversation feels boring for me..

5. eckles

the one and only knight concept.

same like winter, i feel like the manhwa didnt do any justice toward eckles. as much as i love the idea of loyal knight for one princess, i didnt like penelope's attitude toward eckles. it feels like he was brought to the place without any objectives at all. sometimes i was confused whether he truly likes the mc or is he just using her to survive..

final verdict

this is a very recommended manhwa. they dont have kiss scene etc, but the subtle interaction will make you scream around. i would definitely choose callisto if i could play this game in real life, and putting also derrick and reynold as my second and third pick

youre missing out life if you havent read this manhwa yet

#death is the only ending for villainess #villains are destined to die #manhwa #reverse harem #manga #webtoon

[starfruit-baby]

Been thinking a lot about your post about Hank. Do we like Hank?

He's on the Androids' side, but he's also a cop.

And unlike Connor, he doesn't have the excuse that he literally wasn't sentient when he was obeying his cop orders long before the game even started. He used to be a decorated officer.

i ponder a lot about that too tbh, i think from my perspective, the most logical path if he survives is that he would quit his job. and not in a "just because i like him = he is unable to fuck up" way, but from his dialogue, it sounds like he starts realising the state of the world a lot more differently once he looks through these cases with Connor and he experiences empathy for things he never imagined he would, and sees how actions spread consequences. i dont know who exactly it was who said it here so im sorry if im not crediting you right now, but i saw someone recently point out (which i did notice as i played) Hank doesn't even JUST blame the human doctor for his son's death, but says 'this fucked up world where the only relief people get is from a fistful of powder'. i wonder if this is a thought he always had, or if this was one of the things he learned along the way. AND he visibly resents his job once 'the civil war' starts looming and the case is about to be handed over to the FBI because his job conflicts with what he deems is right

im gonna have to check again because i dont remember very well his timeline, but im led to believe from the game that he started cracking down on the drug trade Because of his incident (and from what i recall those were his most successful cases), and he was probably misled to think this would help with such problems, but started becoming hopeless once he realised even if you take out one trader, another will show up in his place, and people will always want more, and there was just... no winning. Hank is visibly very pessimistic and disilusioned with humanity, hes nihilistic and just trudges through his life, and when you're stuck in a rut like this you barely want to move out of your comfort (which i wouldnt say is like, morally correct, but i understand), but it's like once he hears the first hand accounts on the step by step through oppression that he starts to really get it. is it fucked up to take a systemically oppressive job as revenge? absolutely. is he late on realising his job makes him do fucked up things? yeah, but i think depending on how he moves on from his past, there's still hope for him. and obviously, its easy for me to be so forgiving on him, the game does want you to like him, but this is just what i think lol in the end, the only good cops are either dead or no longer cops. and about half of his paths end like that ¯_(ツ)_/¯

#anonymous #ramble #hank #i love hank so im guilty #but i know he fucked up Very badly at times #he does give the impression of being one of the cops who became cops because he believed in the whole 'protect' myth of it #this game has a nasty way of treating drugs as a discussion #not only addressing but framing it #and very visibly implying but never addressing the core evil being capitalism imperialism #and id say hank is the single character closest to addressing it straight up #part of what makes me appreciate him #so close yet so far #actually i could go on for HOURS on this stupid fucking game and framing #i love it but HHHHH #much to be said about what lures people into becoming cops

[jayflrt]

56 years since i last sent an ask . hello jayflrt 🙏 caught up w the updates AND WHERE DO I START????? this is all over the place by the way.

first of all jayyn washington date ┬┬﹏┬┬ they're so cute god take away all their problems double them and give them to sungjin, yuna and whoever that client is 🙏 that washington trip definitely took a turn . . . for good i hope . AND HEEJAY R SO CUTE LIKE THEIR DRINKING SESSION TOGETHER? fuck romance we need their friendship to thrive ‼️ and hoon as well ^^ i know this is all for the major angst that's coming up INCLUDING ALL THE THINGS JAY'S TELLING YN ESP ABOUT HER BEING NICE TO BE AROUND AND ALL BUT HE'S ONLY WITH HER FOR HIS TASK u love to torture us. i am not ready for the angst if jayyn dont end up together i will end it all and pretend this smau never happened.

AND. the interviews. that the fuck r the questions i hope someone asked me what kind of tree i want to be during interviews 😭 btw i am asking u the same question. what type of tree would u want to be?? bc it's an interesting question nonetheless. PLUS the way i gasped when jay said he wanted to punch sunghoon....in front of sungjin. ok i kinda knew it won't end badly ( i could be wrong but jay wouldnt fuck up that easily i trust him. ) it was all so fun and games we have hoonyn back as friends, hee hoon r almost okay as well AND THEN YUNA? I THOUGHT WE WERE DONE WITH HER? look i dont blame her for being the way she is since it mostly roots back to his parents but she's making it everyone's problem rn :/ IT'S SO ANNOYING LIKE I SAW YUNA'S PIC ON THE TL TODAY AND I WAS LIKE 'GIRLLLLL WHY R U DOING THIS' THIS SMAU IS EATING MY BRAIN 😭😭😭😭😭

btw im sorry for literally sending an essay here. ur logic behind everything esp how u've written the secret society and the whole thing about why it's called order of kyrptos ++ is so so good im loving this so far :o i hope u have a good day ahead ^_^

HELLO!!! omg how have you been?? 🌷 AHH NO WORRIES I'LL JUST REPLY TO THEM ALL 🏃‍♂️ I HOPE IT WASNT A HASSLE TYPING ALL THIS OUT

omg the washington chapter was like the only break they were able to catch 🥲 and then shit hits the fan as soon as mc leaves!!!! like i'd take that flight right back atp 🚶‍♂️ LMAOAO heeseung is wearing the #1 jay supporter crown rn honestly they're a married couple in another life ! BUT YES UNFORTUNATELY THERE IS THE IMPENDING ANGST but i am a firm believer in happy endings don't worry

nah seriously enough with "where do you see yourself in 5 years" i'd like to be asked how i see myself as a tree. also i think i'd probably like to be a bonsai tree just so i can be pampered. or a redwood tree because those are HUGE and they must receive so many hugs 🫂 what do you think you would be 🫢 LMFAOO it definitely could've ended worse for jay but he clutched up so well with the sunghoon throwing up excuse. also unfortunately yuna's still around but she won't be as big a presence as she was in the first act 😩 but so true she's absolutely a product of her upbringing but that doesn't excuse how she acts out with her friends :// like enough!!! HAHAH thankfully yuna's so pretty and makes me short circuit to the point that whenever i see her pictures online my only thoughts are Omg she's so pretty 😭😭

omg no you're totally good i love reading + replying 🧎‍♀️ also thank you for reading my story !! it makes me so glad to hear that you're enjoying the plot so far <3

#💌 : love notes #boyfhees #series: yours forever in 786

[yellowbentley]

my dream last night. holy fucking shit.

there were a whole ton of young people, i dont know how we got here but we were partnered up to hang out together for the day. my partner was a guy i **dont work with** but who i see at work every day. i call him hot wheels boy. were going off walking and chatting, and hes telling me things and introducing me to people and whatever. i met his friend who was this scrawny little girl with glasses who tbh i think was in brain modeled after a girl in my class in 8th grade. ANYWAY.

we get to this little stage area n were sitting at this outdoor show thing with most of the other partners when we all notice.........something. the something is a fucking missle. and it looks like its coming down right onto us.

we freak out, i bury my face into my partners shoulder and hope for the best. it does not land directly on us, but still pretty damn close and somehow we dont die!

after a few disorienting minutes, hot wheels boy and i find each other and we go running for shelter. the sky is **raining** ash. we run and run and run and somehow. i lose my partner.

worth noting, i also saw glasses girl. she was injured. and somehow i knew, she was the cause of this and there would be 2 more attacks.

the building i go into, atleast part of it, is modeled after the local arena. one giant fukcing circle with rooms leading off of it. of course everyone inside is a mess, panickimg and screaming. some people are injured. i know theres one door i have to go through in paticular. its blue. i get through easy enough and behind the blue door is a maze of like. lounge esque rooms. lots of curtains and dark lighting and red panel walls and shit like that. from here i dont know where im going.

its at this point that i realize that in my panic to get ****away*** i lost my phone. whatever.

im going through this maze. i get handed two silver boxes by two different people. one, an old woman who peeked out from a door and told me not to unlock it. and another from ***eric carsle** or whatever he was, the author of hungry hungry caterpillar. he told me not to unlock the safety lock on it til the attack was over.

i'd gone through the room he gave it to me twice. first time just past, and i saw him sitting on stairs and talking to a group of people. now he was running too and the room was abandoned.

the room next door had a curtain open. across the lake and trees, i saw a giant cloud approaching. attack number 2.

i laid down amd covered my ears and head and braced.

because you know, dream logic! 1: there was a sound when the wave hit but not then the bomb landed. 2: the glass in the window didnt shatter. incredible.

after the second one passed, i got up and kept looking. not too long after, i found a room. the person in it was a streamer i watch sometimes and it looked like she was a music teacher???? kinda?? she had lots of instruments around. the room was J shaped. she let a few more people in. there was a bed and a teeny tiny desk with a quran on it??? and a few blankets.

the people she let in were all talking and being loud which i didnt like but whatever. oh and it was dark the whole time. as soon as i stopped exploring and settled in, BOOM. third explosion. we all rattled together and then......that was the end. i didnt have my phone and i didnt live in this weird place so i just curled up in the corner with some blankets while everyone filed out and into the halls. doors wouldnt lock anymore.

2 people from work found me, but they werent looking for me. they were looking for silver spoons. i have no idea. finally, i checked the small silver box the old woman gave me. it had a rolled letter in it. i dont know what it said.

eventually, hot wheel boy found me and took me out. he said that they think 4k people died as a result. which is insane itd been like 30 minutes since the last one. a couple hours since the first.

anyway thats it i woke up as we walked out. fucking insane.

TL:DR i dreamt i survived 3 explosions and ran through a maze

#adventures #my dreams man

[marunalu]

AFO gives quirks and steals kids but all this time just ignores Izuku, Garaki was Izuku's doctor, a perfect quirkless boy that easy could turn in a nomu or anything but he just left Izuku goes. At this point dfo is the only good explanation for all this.

I wouldnt say he "steals" kids. Its more like he takes abandoned children nobody wants in (tomura, touya, chisaki and other orphans), but he gives them to babysitters (kurogiri, the doc and that creepy sunflower guy in chapter 350), because he clearly doesnt care about them and feels zero attachment for them. I saw posts about afo being a terrible father to these kids, so izuku should be glad not to have him around. But people seem to forget that afo DOESNT have father feelings for this children. All of this children are tools for him and nothing more then lab rats, vessels for his quirk if something happens to tomura. As soon as he doesnt need them anymore they end as noumus (Im looking at you little tsubasa) or dead. He isnt a father figure for them and it seem like as if he never was part of these childrens life except tomuras. And even with him he mainly interacted with through a computer monitor. So fact is, we still have no idea what kind of father afo would be to izuku. He could geniusly love izuku and be a good father to him before he left "overseas".

And yes, the fact that izuku is the only child afo and garaki ignore, despite being the perfect test object, is pretty much one of the biggest dfo hints so far. Afo doesnt care about if these children have quirks or not, look at aoyama. He gave him a quirk and from then he and his parents had to work for him. Even if afo was not interested to use izuku as a vessel because of him being quirkless, he could have used him for something else. He isnt picky when it comes to using people for his own gain. An other fact that is also still sus is garaki not talking about or mentioning izuku at least ONCE in 349 chapters, despite knowing that he is the current ofa holder and the only person that could stop afo and tomura. As if he was ordered never to talk about him no matter what.

Also we need to ask ourselfes the question, if dfo is true (and you are absolutely right anon, it IS the only logical explaination) WHY did afo fathering a child and MARRY a woman, when he already has like 30 back up kids in his storage, that arent even his own? Also the timeline makes clear that afo took tomura in when izuku was already born. His son was between a few months and a year old, but he STILL decided to use an other child/ren for his plans. And at that age it was impossible for even garaki to find out if izuku has a quirk or not.

So to me garaki telling that izuku is quirkless was because of 3 reasons. 1. Izuku ISNT quirkless (enough hints in the manga) and he has a version of his own afo quirk (again enough hints) 2. At the age of 4 little izuku was already the biggest all might nerd in whole japan and has already decided he wanted to become a hero just like his idol. Pretty sure that was a BIG thorn in afos eyes and it reminded him of an other family member who was obssessed with heros and turned against him. And 3. Hoping that growing up in an anti quirkless society, shunned out by all the other people and treated like "worthless and useless" trash (well done bakugou *sarcastic*) would change izukus world view and make him start to hate hero society, so izuku will follow him willingly when the time comes and not rebell against him like yoichi did. But that completly backfired, because izuku still wants to safe people, no matter if they treated him like shit or not. And thats the reason why afo is still trying to make izuku see the flaws and fuck ups of hero society by sending people like nagant after him.

Sorry my answer got a little bit out of hand 😅, but thanks for the ask anon 😙

#bnha #dad for one theory #all for one is hisashi midoriya #izuku midoriya #garaki

[bloodycassian]

darkness defined - 

az or cass x reader idk if this makes sense or not but here we go, either az or cas POV where reader (their mate) was stuck under the mountain with rhys and doesn’t come back bc she is still locked in the dungeons (rhys just assumed she died, he doesn’t know she is still alive)  Switch to readers POV, a few months later where they think their mate and their family (the night court) has abandoned them bc nobody ever came looking for her. Reader is like on the verge of death and uses her last energy to send a pulse down the bond. Switch back to az or cas POV  who are basically freaking out with guilt and anger and worried-ness. Im sorry it’s super long don’t feel pressured to write this anytime soon idk if it even makes sense  

DONT APOLOGIZE FOR BEING SPECIFIC! I LOVE WORKING WITH THIS KIND OF STUFF PLEASE DO MORE LOL

Cassian was a wreck. From the moment Rhys came home alone, and until the end of time it seemed to be. Azriel sighed, watching his brother down his second bottle of alcohol. His eyes were red, face gaunt and pale. The circles under those tortured eyes looked more like bruises. 

He hadn't talked to Rhys much since the news came that you were gone. Cassian had practically blown the roof off the house of wind, then disappeared for two weeks. The only reason Rhys had let him was because Az followed, far behind just to make sure he wasn't going to do anything drastic. 

Azriel watched his brother circle the mountain, only to have to turn away. Wards made by Helion himself refused entry to anyone while the mountain was still being evacuated of Fae. He glared daggers at the people streaming outside the shield. His heart was a painful stab in his chest constantly. His mate.. gone. He refused to believe it. And Azriel saw the denial there, plain as day. 

Azriel had only stopped him once. When he packed a bag and started his flight to Hybern. He earned a black eye and a verbal lashing for that, but it had saved Cassian from going on a suicide mission.

After a month of being out, he went to his brother. Rhys refused to ask Helion to lower the shields around the Mountain, and finally Cassian seemed to give up. He would have gone to Helion himself, but the wards around his court prevented him from doing so. Rhys was torn up over the entire experience of under the mountain, but losing you was one of the worst parts. He would never forgive himself for losing his brother's mate. 

Azriel watch his brother's eyes get more and more dull. Watched the bottles stack up. Rhys wasn't around much, busy regaining control over his city, getting updated. And keeping an eye on Spring Court.  Cassian sighed when the bitter liquid hit his tongue. He drank like it was salvation. Like it would lead him back to you. Plus, it helped him sleep. It was the only time he could sleep without seeing you, without feeling that pull - the command his instincts gave. "Find me, find me. I'm here. I love you. Please."  He often escaped to the cabin. To not have to talk to anyone, and to keep Rhys from stealing his bottles from him. Cassian was convinced Rhys was saving them to drink for himself. That's where he found himself flying, bottle of booze in hand. The guilt a lead weight in his stomach. 

The door shut, and he finished the first bottle in an hour. 

Mor appeared beside him, took the second bottle from his hand and had a long drink herself. He smiled drunkenly, showing too many teeth at her. He wasn't sure if she was actually glowing or if it was his eyes squinting too much. "Cheers." He slurred, taking the bottle back and downing more.

+ The walls were getting drier and drier with each passing day. The once cool winds that would cut through the stone dungeons were turning softer, warmer. It was a welcome relief, but without the muddy water from the walls...you knew you didn't have much left. Your spirit was crushed, on top of it. Death seemed like not a terrible option anymore.  Especially knowing that your court - your friends - your family had left you. They had just... forgotten. Thrown you aside like nothing. Didn't even try to find you. Like the Winter court skeleton in the cell beside you, just left to die.

  You pushed the thoughts back, knowing that logically that wasn't true. But you couldnt come up with a reason why they would leave you down here. You prayed, you tried sending thoughts down the bond. Nothing worked. Sometimes your mind got the better of you, and you would rush to the bars of your prison cell when you thought you heard faint footsteps. 

Then you would hear your own voice echo back, and no one else.  Eventually you stopped getting up. You let the fantasies keep you entertained while you lay on the floor. Not caring about the bugs that crawled on you. You were glad there wasn't a mirror to see yourself in. A wave of dizziness crashed over you, and you fell into darkness. 

When the water ran dry, you stopped bothering calling out for Cassian. The bond was there, but saturated. Trying to grasp it was like trying to hold wind. You were too exhausted. So you propped yourself up in a corner and let the dizziness pull you under again for a moment. Taking rattling breaths, you let your mind wander to that mind bridge. That once sturdy marble that would always remind you of Cassian. 

You sent out a final tug down that bond. Using the last of your energy, you put all your effort into it. "I'm here, I always will be. I love you. I'm sorry." The platform you imagined your bond being seemed to go dark, and lifeless. Empty.

+ Cassian shot upright, head spinning. Mor was asleep beside him, her feet on the table. He shook her, trying to shake the stupor. "Wake up. Wake up!" She groaned, weakly batting him away. He took a breath, trying to steady himself. He wobbled to the kitchen, dunked his head in the cold sink water and slapped himself a few times. The haziness from his stupor crawled away, slowly. 

Mor appeared in the archway, rubbing her eyes.

"Get Rhys. I need you to winnow us." He demanded, patting her face softly. Her eyebrows knit together but she stretched, and sleepily obliged.  + You assumed the crackling was just your starved imagination. Again. But the wind changed as well, and you tried not to let your hopes up. You weakly opened your eyes, to the same familiar cell. A silent tear slid down your cheek.  Then there were the shuffling of footsteps again, and you hid your face in your hands. It seemed like all the imagination tricks were attacking at once. You wanted it to stop. You wanted nothing more than to just fall asleep until you could see and hold Cassian again. Voices, now.

The sweet deep voice of a man who spoke another language. An ancient language. Your ears rang. You cracked your eyes again, to a blinding white light. You held a hand in front of your face, trying to see behind it. 

A thud, and scrape of metal. Then the scent hit you. It was similar to what you had imagined but somehow a million times better. Then, his arms were around you. "Mother above." He breathed. You would have thought the mother took you at last if it wasnt for the pain in your gut.

"We got you honey, I'm so sorry. Im-" He tried to hold back a sob. You smiled weakly at the familiar, yet different eyes that you loved. The marble platform you shared seemed to be lighting up with happiness. At the same time, crumbling and falling with shame. Anguish. 

Rhys began winnowing the group immediately, nodding to Helion. The high lord gave him a melancholy smile back, and winnowed himself in a flash of light. He would check the rest of the mountain with his forces and repair the wards before he returned to his home. 

Everyone surrounded the healer, watching her work. Mor was trying to stay calm, but her hands shook when she held Amrens. Rhys and Azriel both had jaws clenched, shoulders tense. Watching the way Cassian's tears fell on to your shoulder as he cradled you. The healer squeezed  his arm softly, silently requesting him to move. He didn't.

Azriel went to his brother, wrapping an arm around him. "Your mate needs you to be strong, Cas." He consoled, pulling him away gently. Cassian held you tighter, just for a second then nodded and let go. He held your hand firmly. His warmth missing from your body was a shock. You began shivering. Amren tugged a blanket off the guest couch nearby and placed it over your legs. 

"T-thanks." you muttered. Her eyes widened, but she nodded. Her and Rhys glanced to each other. A silent conversation. You didnt care. 

"Cas?" You squeezed his hand, and there he was. His pale face looked ragged. He seemed like he was struggling in every sort of way. You didnt want to imagine what he was looking at when he looked at your features. You could practically feel your cheeks sinking in, your bones losing their density. "I missed you." You smiled, trying to lift his mood. 

His lips quivered, and he nodded. He kissed the back of your hand. "You wouldnt believe how much I missed you. All of us did." he glanced to Rhys. His face was blank, but that steady stream of power seemed to be crackling outside. 

You let your eyes drift to each of your friends. Each of their tear stained faces were such a welcome relief. Over a month alone, their presence alone was enough to soothe that part of you that doubted their love. 

Cassian kissed your forehead, before the healer's light knocked you into a peaceful sleep. 

#cassian x reader #anon request #acotar #acotar fic

[sinnersandsaints-linwrites]

I wonder how would Sage react to a very cold and somehow distant mc? Bcs I dont know why, but I just cant imagine such a situation? Hmm like rubbing two ice cubes against each other, wont really make them melt right? Would Sage even put an effort into such a relationship? Would they eventually be fluffy with MC as theyre with A? (There was that ask where they would save the MC over the world, but then there was another one where they wouldnt put MC before their work. They are so.. confusing...)

Sage is one of the ROs that might be 'hardest' to romance in all honesty. Their morality is most unlike the other ROs or a 'heroes' morals.

regarding: work > MC but MC > world.

well, MC won't die if they will focus on work instead of them lol.

Solo-route of romancing Sage would mean potentially having worse relationships with other ROs, because there is no rival-romance in SaS. So, if you make a decision -- some ROs approval will go up, some will go down, rarely it will be unaffected.

random example:

you have a decision how to deal with a suspect, one who very well may be innocent:

Choice 1: Torture the information out of them -> Sage/Sasha approval +2, Morgan/Roan/Khari/Riven/Ariel approval -5

Choice 2: Threaten them to get info. -> Sage approval +2, Ariel/Khari/Sasha approval +5, Riven/Roan/Morgan approval -5

Choice 3: Bribe them into getting info. -> Sage approval - 2, Ariel/Khari approval - 5, Riven/Morgan approval +5, Sasha/Roan approval +2

Choice 4: Offer them protection in exchange for info -> Sasha/Roan approval +5, Riven/Morgan approval +2, Khari/Sasha/Ariel approval -2, Sage approval -5

Cold, logical and distant / stoic MC would peak their interest, and they'd find MC fascinating. Sort of like a child vs a butterfly (and pinning the butterfly to a board like a damn serial killer in the making). Ariel is more stoic and calm, so Sage is used to this type of person. They would really poke MC, try to get them to snap, lose control, and would try to take down those walls just because they're curious what's behind them.

Shy, kind, emotional, caring MC would be treated by Sage with a dose of... well. They'd be patronising, exploit the good-hearted nature of MC, as they do with everyone -- that's what they're good at, it is how they work. Later on it would get on Sage's nerves that MC is so good/trusting (because "how?!") but they also would feel more protective then.

Sarcastic, flirting, reckless MC would give Sage a headache, but also really interest them -- fascinate them. They'd have more of the 'this person is a damn menace -- I wonder what can they do if I fuel their chaos' thing going on, as well as 'I cannot leave them unsupervised or they'll burn the town down.'

in all 3 cases Sage would get into a relationship with MC if you play your cards right -- they'd be faithful and try to be a good partner.

Hostile MC will antagonise every RO -- I think it's not a surprise. While some will find it entertaining if you're an asshole to others -- be an asshole to them, and if you have very low approval, they might just cut your brakes. Some also just will call you on your shit if you're an asshole.

Sage is one of 3 ROs who can have a hate-make out/hook-up and one of 2 ROs who you can have hate-flirting with, even if they hate you. You won't get a good ending though, and they won't fall in love with the RO or start a relationship.

On other hand, you can have platonic flirting with other ROs -- Roan for example. (platonic 'I love you's etc)

Also, depending on approval you might simply not get scenes/options to romance/flirt. Your choices matter in that aspect.

Solo!Route Sage won't be as 'soft' as when in route with MC & Ariel.

I hope I answered your question? it got a little chaotic kjhdf

#anon asks #ro: sage #if: sinners and saints #interactive fiction

[majowatarot]

06.06.2022

Another batch of free readings! i Hope they provide some insight!

@darkeros

And what's coming is: the queen of cups, four of swords and, nine of cups. it seems to me like you are a very emotional person. Sentimental, romantic, you have a lot of stuff that you can offer to others but the question is do you offer to yourself. With nine of cups reversed it seems to me that you are not satisfied with the way that things are. It can be a metaphor that having multiple cups will never satisfy you if you dont have a cup that you have filled for yourself. In this case you have 9 cups and none of them satisfy you because you have collected them from different sources. Are you are looking for satisfaction outside of yourself? Maybe you're looking for someone to come and give you love or friendship of support or fun or excitement OR basically everything a human might need and enjoy. And obviously there's nothing wrong with that. It's human. But it's not actually leading you anywhere, isnt productive and will not bring about change or fulfillment.  When you are not filling your own cup, you're just always going to feel empty because you should find this fulfillment within. Nothing else really satisfies a black hole. And a person with unhealthy thinking patterns and negative or conditional self-worth becomes a type of black hole. Anything they gain ends up driving the lack of satisfaction. As for the four of swords it seems to me like you need to go deeper into yourself, for me this the kind of a meditation card. Letting go of mental chaos. Just put the swords ( the thoughts, the doubts, the fears, the negative self-beliefs) away even if just for a moment, let yourself feel and find yourself within yourself. With king of swords you might be pretty strict with yourself. You are a very intelligent person, you have the ability to be very logical and you know it but it leaves you in a constant state of mental chaos. Five of pentacles is the need for support, maybe you feel like you don't have anyone when you are struggling. And another card of companionship, the three of cups comes right after. You really just want this companionship and support and fun, and obviously that's a natural thing and it's great to nourish relationships like that. And its great that you want to give to others and be given. That might be an important unfulfilled need you have that you should explore. Let yourself feel it, accept it, eventually the acceptance will lead you forward.  But Im also getting three of pentacles, strength and a queen of pentacles so I feel like you are really looking towards other people for things that you could find within yourself that inner strength. You might have stuff that you don't like about yourself. your shadow, little skeletons in the closet, ugly characteristics. But this needs to be accepted by you. Just like a good mother wouldnt reject a child for their faults or mistakes.  Give kindness to yourself as you would do for others. Accepting their faults and seeing them for who they are. Queen of cups and queen of wands and queen of pentacles show up in your reading so for me feels that you have a lot of passion, potential and inner abundance. You could be very stable and giving but also firey and passionate and fun and caring- but are you really seeing it.

I have pulled some advice for you and I've gotten page of cups reversed ten of cups reversed and the six of pentacles reversed finished up by 10 of wands. What this suggests to me is: let yourself be the page of cups, starting from the bottom and taking small steps, not faulting yourself for not being able to do more. Learning how to treat yourself with kindness and how to emotionally fulfill yourself because at this moment you are not going to find this fulfillment in any relationship. I think you might be doing a lot of fantasizing about the future that you might want to know how happy you will be and how it will happen. And that's good and all, but you can't stay in the fantasy forever. Work isn't always the physical and mechanical. Sometimes it's the small and ungrand act of wanting well for yourself, and doing good by yourself every day. If you don't want well for yourself the need for others will always be tinted with desperation and might lead to sabotage. Even if you are unaware of it. It's good to have a vision but when you try so hard to control and force and struggle against reality compared to your fantasy you are not able to be in this moment and in truth the present moment is the ONLY PLACE where you will ever find satisfaction. It's ok to if you're having a hard time, there's no shame or fault in that. There is freedom in recognizing and fully accepting this. Ten of wands is the burden that we carry, there's no escaping this burden, but the Ten of cups is the end of the cycle. It is a job that needs to be completed. Pretending that the job will finish itself will not lead to the bundle of sticks suddenly disappearing, and appearing where they need to be. So learn on the job, learn from all the falls and start slowly closing down this cycle. With six of pentacles you might be wanting to give and receive but you don't want to have to give to yourself and I think that's it at. At the very center of the reading is you accepting yourself unconditionally and giving to yourself as you would to a child or a loved one. Because you should be your own loved one even at your worst and least elegant.

@astrowomanland

So the first question was about your future job! This is the question that I'm not great at but I will do my best. And what I see right away is that I got five of swords reversed, the death, knight of wands, the devil and eight of pentacles. It seems to me that this job with definitely be something where you will need to put a lot of work into, something where you will really need to learn the craft and perfect it. So it will not be easy but it will be something that you are passionate about, something that you want to learn more about, and that you want to explore. But with the death and the devil I'm actually quite surprised. It might be something medical or it might be something related to the taboo, death, sex, psychology or endings of all types. it's really hard to say in this case but perhaps you will know what exactly it is once you figure out how to communicate with people better because I see here with five of swords an issue with conflict and discussion. Maybe you are afraid of creating chaos. Maybe you don't want to be honest. Maybe you feel weird about winning or speaking up. At the moment this route towards your new career seems to be a little bit blocked because you're not accessing your inner truth. Maybe you could feel like choosing this career would create a lot of conflicts or hurt some people, or maybe this line of work expects you to deal with conflict well. I really recommend going deep inside and figuring out if there are some things that you are not letting yourself express. Go within of yourself and see what it is that you actually want for yourself. Maybe it's something that others wouldn't want you to do but that magnetizes you. The world is open to you. You just need to be aware that you have many possibilities, and you shouldn't choose based on what other people expect you to do.

For the question about how people see you I've actually gotten mostly reversals. First is the four of swords reversed then the two of pentacles reversed then the king of swords, knight of swords reversed two of wands and then the moon. So it seems to me that people see blockages in here. Like you are holding something back, not being completely clear sure and honest. Maybe even with yourself? And you don't quite understand what you want for yourself. Maybe it's about confusion? The people see you have so many options. The whole horizon out in front of you, but with two of pentacles reversed you are not able to balance the different options. Perhaps something that you could improve in the eyes of other people is to be more at peace with yourself. The four of swords for me is a meditation card and it's about being truly at peace with yourself. Without mental chaos. It seems like there are a lot of worries. With the moon the path forward seems to be very murky and unsure and scary. It's normal to worry about the future when we don't know where it leads, but need to remember that as long as you are following your intuition and are making choices that align with your integrity, you will be safe. You will be led towards the next lesson. Everything is on our path so that we can learn from it and grow from it. The road ahead can be a little bit scary, especially when it's the road less traveled but it's absolutely worth walking it just to see how much you improve and grow.

#free readings #tarot reader #tarotblr

[lockoutkey]

Alright™️ so key hear me out...i"m a slut for VH content and i got struck with like. the image of H and scott in the past, of H's first life. H who is a vault hunter - one of the few - who risk everything time after time for the thrill of the chase, the hunt, the being hunted, for even the *chance* of being able to seek glory and step where no other mortal has gone before. And H logically, he knows of gods. He knows of their existence, of the way they sometimes spontaneously interfere however they deem fit. Hes sacrificed parts of him some could never imagine to the alters, felt a part of him *change* with every idol broken and used. But he'd never imagined being able to see a god in the flesh, and - as he stares at hair the colour of sky and into eyes that make him feel as if hed run an impossible, copiously adorned vault and come out on top- he wonders if the reason he has not is because if he ever had, he would abandon mortality to chase this moment forever.

--

Scott has heard about the little project done by the four gods - though as much as he fancied mortals he didnt quite understand what drove the collective of them to keep their collection of vaults growing and evolving with the humans they chose to challenge them. But as gods do, he found himself bored one day, and decided to watch. Naturally, he found himself drawn to the hunter who surpass any challenge he faced, one after the other. Never faltering- and if he lost, soon coming back strong again, to challenge himself and the vaults and the gods themselves, daring to make him fail.

Oh and call Scott vain - you wouldnt be wrong- but how could he possibly resist the call of someone who seemed to embody his very domain?

This was the only thought that ran through his mind as he shook off the warning glances of the vault gods and descended to meet the hunter making his way out of his latest conquest, the mortals inventory brimming with the loot of his venture, ready to be stashed away.

Scott looked into the mortals soul, and couldn't look away.

(the vault gods shook their heads. they'd seen too many hunters fall to their greed. they just hoped victory would not fall to his.)

Noxite went by many names. Game maker. The admin.

His favorite game had to be Vault Hunters. Seeing the humans join and desperatly fight to complete his challenges was amusing. Scott found it less so. Vault Hunters was his favorite game due to the high chances of losing. As the god of victory, he disliked seeing the humans lose and largely ignored it.

This season, however, Scott was paying close attention. Noxite was surprised at first, knowing how much his adopted son hated the game. He understood when he saw the score of the players. One in particular had an impressively high win rate. He was a previous competitor. He was a champion as well. Of course Scott would be interested this season.

It became more when he visited the man one night. Noxite didn’t know at the time, having kept the game on the back of his mind while MCC was going on. However, he looked back on certain moments once the game was over and the man won. Schott paid more than a normal amount of attention to him.

Scott was in love with the hunter. The hunter was a king now. He was to ask Scott to marry him, and Scott would say yes. Noxite couldn’t stop Scott from leaving for his victor.

But the kingdom went to war, and Scott had to come back to the sky city. As the god of victory, there was an unfair advantage with him helping his husband. He begged X to end the bad, drop it just this once. Xisuma refused and Scott stormed out, determined to help the mortal king win the war.

But he was too late. The battle was over and the man was dead. Scott saw it as his first defeat, and took on the title as a reminder of the things he had failed in. He hid away for centuries, refusing to come to terms with his hurt. Even when he returned, he ignored any concerns. Nobody said a word when he married the god of betrayal. If he wanted to believe that of himself, perhaps Wisp could convince him otherwise.

#cryptid roomies au #scott smajor #wispexe #hbomb94 #key asks #tsukana #queue'd

[angelicmichael]

Imminient Annihilation sounds so dope - Chapter Ten

Michael Langdon X Reader

Summary: Reader and Michael continue to work through their issues and finally start to warm up to each other even further. 

Words: 5.9k+ …oops

Warnings: just normal IA warnings (swear words, manipulation, unhealthy relationships, enemies to lovers, slowburn, etc) anddd maybeee a bit of fluff 👁

A/N: hey guys! Sorry I haven’t updated this in a few months but hopefully this is satisfactory hehe. This chapter is kinda a turning point in the fic so I hope u guys like it!! Also I watched Jennifer’s Body as I finished this so.. do what u must w that information 😌 djdjd

Previous Chapter

Rain was never something you were accustomed too. Spending so much time in Los Angeles had made you partially spoiled when it came to the weather - which is why you knew immediately your day was going to be shit when you woke up to rain.

You tried to convince yourself that the emotions you were feeling weren’t complete disdain but rather just a pessimistic version of indifference.. or that’s what you hoped anyway.

You knew realistically that your day wasn’t already doomed before it even started; and that the rain was nothing more than a mere inconvenience.. However; you still felt justified in complaining, considering today was the day you were ripping the band-aide off and moving in to the apartment Michael had oh so graciously chosen to give you.

Your pessimistic mood surrounding the entire situation was inevitable, and that was something you didn’t even bother to resist or fight. It didn’t take long for your thoughts to quickly go south as you quickly packed. Hatred that seemingly came out of nowhere (but that you realistically knew was only temporarily dormant) wasted no time in blinding your judgement - making you feel a nearly nauseating amount of jealousy and anger for people who actually seemed to be fucking happy in their relationships and werent forced into.. whatever shitty living situation you knew you were bound to find yourself in.

An apartment with no strings attached was way too fucking simple, and you knew it was too good to be true. You knew you were basically walking into a trap, and for what reason were you doing that so willingly? Just so that maybe Michael could start to tolerate you? You resented yourself for even agreeing to this but you also understood you really had no other option.

However; personal feelings aside.. you still had a mission to accomplish. You still had to attempt to seduce Michael, and even though you were doing a shit job at that so far - you still had to try. You knew realistically it was only a matter of time before Cordelia would ask about the progress you've made, and you would have to tell her something.

You had to do this.

That's why you were (semi) blindly choosing to move in to a building you knew you absoluetly couldnt afford; and why you were sucking up your pride and choosing to become semi reliant on Michael.

No one from the coven knew, and for the time being you intended to keep it that way. After all, even though Mallory didnt exactly know that Michael gave you a whole ass fucking apartment - your sure she probably suspected that something important happened between you and Michael just from the short conversation you three harbored together. But for the time being, you didnt have to worry about that. You had bigger things that were on your mind.. like the actual apartment door itself that you currently stood in front of.

You held the keys limply in your hand, your bag slumped next to you as you procrastinated something as fucking simple as opening a door. How pathetic.

You continued to stall in the hallway regardless - thankful there was no one passing through to witness how ridiculous you looked. Your gaze fell south down to your keys which were cold in your hand. Dripping slowly with the subtle rainwater that managed to linger on them, along with the rest of your clothes.

Your skin stung from the cold that seemed stubborn to leave, and a nice change of clothes and a hot shower wouldnt be the absolute worst thing in the world..

Fuck.

You bit your lip in order to prevent letting the profanity from rolling off your tongue. Quickly getting a better grip on the keys (which only made you somehow colder) and numbly, hastily unlocking the door.

You pushed it open, letting the door hit the wall and taking a few steps inside before dropping your bag to the floor.. as well as your jaw.

No words could possibly convey how you felt as you noticed how the room was already illuminated with not only natural light from the already huge windows you could see.. but also with a warm, yellow artificial glow.

Was someone already here?

What the fuck?

The hatred and resentment you previously felt toward others earlier rapidly started to return - except this time it was targeted at one very specific person.

It didnt even register in your mind that the light could've been left on by accident or that people besides Michael actually existed that could be present in the room but.. you didnt care. Anger was the only emotion that was solely present in your body as you fully abandoned your bag by the door. Advancing forward; and only feeling more shock and disbelief with every step you took at the thought that he could very possibly be in (what was supposed to be) your space.

"Michael, I swear to God-"

"Y/n?” said a soft, feminine voice.

It was practically automatic how you froze. Just getting close enough to notice that it wasn’t Michael after all that was on your bed in your new studio apartment, but a woman sat on your bed instead.

For about two seconds, you were scared it was Madison but.. that was a stupid assumption within itself. The company you were with was from a far different nature than of which Madison was, even though at first glance the two woman might look or sound similar. There were so many qualities that distinguished Mallory from Madison. Brown, auburn hair.. dark eyeshadow.. and her classic black boots. It didn’t take long for your anger to fade away as you tried to not think about how logically this still didn’t make sense - walking closer to your bed anyway.

"How did you get in here? And since when did you ever break into peoples rooms?" You asked with a laugh.

Mallory echoed your laugh back, seemingly watching you and your behavior. As if she was expecting you to do something or to act a certain way.. like perhaps leave.

"I didnt break into your apartment but.. you should probably sit down." She spoke, before nodding off to her side. Nonverbally suggesting you to sit next to her.

You did as you were told. Noticing briefly before you sat down how nice the apartment actually was.. including the bed.

The walls, and most of everything in the apartment was a solid black. It looked sleek, and even though black paint made most rooms look small - the natural light helped keep things looking open which you appreciated. It was no surprise that the bed matched the dark theme too. The sheets were silky, black satin. You almost laughed at how comfortable the bed was once you sat next to Mallory, the entire situation was so ridiculous it nearly hurt for you to not laugh out loud. The two of you sat in the silence for a moment.. you were each incredibly anxious, that was more than apparent.

You looked up at Mallory, expecting her to speak first and explain herself since after all.. shes the one who broke into your apartment but she still remained quiet.. Stalling, you could only guess.

"So, why are you here? How did you even get in here? Is everything okay?" You asked, your words speedy and rushed.

Panic started to temporarily set in when you realized that something could be serisouly wrong with the coven, even though you knew how completly irrational it was to think that way with no evidence. What if witch hunters found them? What if someone preformed the seven wonders and it went wrong? What if the plan had suddenly changed with Michael?

Mallory seemed to pick on how anxious you suddenly were, putting a hand on your upper arm before making you meet her gaze. Her soft, hazel brown eyes immeadietly making your breathe slow. That was another reason you were so thankful for Mallory - the soothing, calming effect she seemed to have on everyone she met was something you never took for granted.. Espically now.

"Hey, nothing's wrong and nothing happened. I promise. I just wanted to see you and talk to you, and I figured we should catch up after Michael basically made me leave," Mallory explained.

You quickly nodded. Feeling guilt start to creep into your system once you remembered how Michael previously treated her.

"Yeah, youre right. I've been wanting to see you anyway and I'm sorry I didnt just call you last night or something.. and I know I cant control him but I'm still sorry for how Michael treated you. I shouldn't have brought you into that-"

"(Y/n), stop," Mallory said urgently. Shaking her head slightly in disagreement with your words. "Sure, Michael was acting like a dick but.. it's nothing I'm not exactly accustomed too. It was harmless," she ended her words with a smile. One that was meant to comfort you both at the epiphany her words brought.

You sat with her words for a moment. The realization suddenly hitting you like a truck-

"Wait.. what? Do you know Michael?"

Mallory fell completely silent. Looking at you almost in a.. guilty manner. Her gaze fell downwards before she looked up to meet yours once more, licking her lips anxiously before she uttered out a quiet reply.

"I wasnt going to tell you because I knew it would make you upset but.. Michael called me last night-"

"And you answered?" Your voice raised up a few octaves unwillingly. Threatening to break as you tried to process what you were hearing.

As much as you wanted to immeadietly jump to conclusions, you had to remind yourself that this was Mallory you were talking too. Your best friend, Mallory. You knew she would never do anything to intentionally hurt you.

You noticed Mallory was also starting to get tense. Her spine suddenly a bit too straight and her shoulders were rigid. It was nice to know you werent the only person in this situation who was feeling this way, although you would be lying if you were to say that you werent curious for why Mallory felt tense.

"At first, no but he kept calling so I figured it would cause no harm to see what he wanted so, I answered," Mallory said cautiously.

It was obvious she had more to say and as much as you wanted her to keep talking and fully explain herself - you were more than happy that you didnt have to cut her off again. It was too much. This was too much.

You pinched the bridge of your nose before loudly exhaling with a shallow growl. Not really caring that it probably was coming off like you were mad at Mallory when in reality, that wasn’t the case. Mallory wasn’t the problem; you were really just beyond fucking pissed at Michael.

But at this point.. that wasnt new news.

"I told him that we shouldnt be talking, but he insisted," Mallory continued with a shrug.

You tried to sit up straight again; trying to exhale some of the pure fucking anger that was currently coursing through your system. Your vision was spotted black when you opened your eyes - your gaze pointed upwards at the smooth, blank ceiling. Quickly wishing that you were anywhere else, or really anyone else at the moment.

What you wouldnt kill to swap bodies again.. but then again, who knows what the hell Michael was currently doing at the moment.. He couldnt be trusted.

That was more than obvious now.

You should've known that he would contact Mallory, but how he even got her number was beyond you.. Unless-

"How did he even get your number?" You asked. Your tone strikingly calm.

Mallory looked incredibly spooked when your head suddenly snapped over to look at her. As if she was worried you were angry at her still, and as much as you wanted to reassure her otherwise, you really didnt have the energy to do so anymore. Not at the moment anyway.

"You can't be mad when I tell you the answer, okay?" She said softly.

Your features immeadietly softened at her words. The rest of your body relaxed as well; your shoulders dropping and your jaw unclenching.

"Mallory, I could never be mad at you. You could never piss me off, i'm just.. frustrated at Michael. It's not at you, I swear," you said. Trying your best to make your words sound reassuring and genuine.

Mallorys reaction wasnt one that was verbal but immeadite nonetheless. Her arms suddenly shot out and wrapped themselves around you. Her body temporarily pressing into yours as your hands went to her back, before she quickly broke the hug.

"Promise?" Mallory prompted. Brown eyes looking diligently into yours.

"Yeah.. I promise. Just tell me what that idiot did,” you said halfheartedly.

"So.. I've had his number for a while. Not for too long but just since you two switched. But, we never really talked," Her voice stalled as she watched your reaction. Your mouth grew dry as you really tried to let it sink in that they've known eachother since- well for atleast a week. "But I knew immeadietly that it wasnt you.. that day. I'm sorry I lied, but Michael made me promise."

"Why didnt you just tell me?"

Mallory looked at you in a guilty manner. Her lips pursing shut as she looked solemnly at her shoes, avoiding eye contact. You knew exactly why she was being quiet - she didnt want to admit why she had lied but.. the answer was pretty obvious.

Even though Mallory was one of the strongest witches - almost stronger than Cordelia on some days, she still was scared of Michael and that was nothing worth holding a grudge over. After all he was still the antichrist, no matter how (mostly) harmless and idiotic he seemed to you now.

"Okay.. I guess that doesnt really matter," you admitted with a laugh. Figeting with your hands as you heard a shallow laugh omit also from Mallory, which made you smile. The shallow pit that resided in your stomach finally starting to let up. "But.. What did he call you about last night?"

Mallory hesitated again before giving you another subtle smile.

"It was mostly about you.. I know how you feel about him y/n, but its working. I promise you. Hes finally warming up to you. I just wish you could hear how he talks about you,” she spoke. Taking your hands into her soft, warm ones.

"I wish I believed that," You admitted.

"I wouldnt lie to you. Hes finally starting to warm up to you, plus it was obvious yesterday-"

"Yeah; It was obvious how strong he was coming onto you."

Mallory laughed again at your words. Shaking her head slightly in protest.

“Y/n you know that’s not true. The only reason why he was flirting with me was just to get to you.. I thought that was obvious.”

“It was obvious I just.. didn’t know that you knew that. I mean, Michael has Madison.. or he did so you think that would at least satisfy his flirting needs for a bit but.. Michael faking to be interested in you, that would mean he wanted a reaction out of me on purpose? Why would he-“

“You know why. You need to start cutting yourself slack and realize that maybee this rivalry is starting to be one sided.”

You pouted at her words at the realization that they actually held more truth in them than you were willing to admit. If Michael didn’t hate you anymore, if he was truly actually willing to be civil.. then why were you still so upset? Were you the one who was unintentionally causing problems now? Was it now you instead of Michael that was holding the relationship back?

How fucking stupid.

“I can’t trust him, Mallory. How can I when he and Madison literally tried to kill me. I can never forget that they did that to me.”

“I’m not asking you to forget what he did, y/n. I’m just saying that maybe it wouldn’t hurt to start having an open mind around him, and see where it gets you.”

You were struck silent, knowing that Mallory was completely right. If you wanted to have any hope at all of making things right with Michael (even though you really didn’t do anything wrong..) you would have to try a different approach because obviously; what you were doing now wasn’t working. Being snarky, and vaguely threatening him every chance you got was fun of course but- it wasn’t working. Even though Mallory was probably the sweetest person you knew, the fact your own best friend had to (very politely) make a intervention was.. not a good sign. Although, you knew Mallory was doing this for your best interest because if she didn’t say anything, then Cordelia certainly would.

And sadly, Mallory was actually right.

If you wanted things with Michael to advance any further; or to advance at all you needed to step things up but, you could always worry about that after Mallory left.

“So what, are you guys besties now or something?” You sneered.

“Shut up!” Mallory said with a laugh, playfully pushing you over a bit. “He’s barely even my acquaintance. The only reason he’s being nice to me is just to get to you, and that’s not necessarily a bad thing. I mean that’s the goal-“

“Do you think that’s the only reason?” You interrupted.

Your throat automatically tightened after you spoke, the threat of your words potentially being true coaxing you to silence. Your not sure why the thought of Michael using you made you upset.. it’s not as if you didn’t think he was doing it before but this time it was different. Perhaps it was because you finally thought Michael actually had some type of interest in you.. and to have that suddenly ripped away?

That would leave you beyond broken.. you knew that for certain.

Mallory looked at you solemnly, as if she was already resenting her words before she had to say them outloud.

“Look, I don’t exactly know Michaels intentions and I’m not going to pretend too.. I don’t really think anyone does at this point but I do know that regardless of your feelings, or even his feelings that.. you have to try.”

You let out a loud exhale.

“I mean you said it yourself.. Michaels so unpredictable, there’s no point in guessing how he feels so.. maybe I should just.. ask him?”

Realistically you didn’t know how good of a idea that was- but.. trying to remain realistic was something you gave up on days ago. Pretty much the same day you switched and that definitely wasn’t a coincidence by any means.

As soon as Mallorys mouth opened, you heard three loud knocks. Quick and rapid with no hesitation between them. The apartment nearly shook with the force of whoever happened to be at your door, and you certainly didn’t doubt that your neighbors heard the knocking as well.

Mallory looked at you in utter confusion, but stayed on the bed nonetheless with no sign of getting up. Naturally, you found yourself scooting closer to the end of the bed, knowing it was you who was going to have to get the door.. and that made you scared shitless. Not because you were necessarily scared to open the door but because you had a horribly bad feeling on who was on the other side.. There was only one person that you knew of that was aware of where you lived, and you knew it wasn’t matience or staff.

You knew standing up was the logical thing to do but you still stalled. Hands starting to painfully dig into the soft, expensive sheets that lie underneath you. You mouthed a silent, ‘what the fuck?’ to Mallory but your head snapped back at the door..

Three more knocks which were only louder and more persistent than the last.

“Coming!” You quickly called out.

It was pure anxiety that fueled your next actions. You quickly stood up from the bed, trying to walk hurriedly to the door as fast as you could and trying your damn best not to think.. Hoping Mallory also had a idea of who was at the door and also happened to get the fuck out of view.

You didn’t want a repeat of yesterday happening again today, and you knew you wouldn’t hesitate to slap Michael if he tried to flirt with her again. Even though, you knew you weren’t supposed to act like that anymore.. but why should you have manners if Michael refused them as well?

Opening the door swiftly and without a second thought; you stood breathless as you saw a familiar blonde standing in front of you.

You both stared at each other at first - each not daring to have the balls to say ‘hello’ or anything else for that matter.. You noticed how Michael first eyed you up, fully looking up and down your body (as well as peering behind you, hopefully not making eye contact with Mallory). You made a point to just look into Michaels eyes, refusing to do what he was doing.. whatever the fuck that truly was.

“How did you know I would be here?” You breathed.

“I knew it was just a matter of time before you’d come, but it also never hurt to charm the hotel staff a bit,” Michael responded swiftly without a second beat, almost as if he anticipated your words. His lips upturned slightly at the edges, in a way that nearly made your stomach sick.

“The hotel staff-?!”

“I have connections everywhere y/n, I thought you knew that,” he sneered.

He brushed past you as you continued to stand in shock. Your mouth slightly falling open as Michael took a few steps into your apartment - looking curiously around, almost as if he knew Mallory was here..

“I did.. I think that’s obvious,” you shot back hurriedly. “But thank you for the apartment again, Michael. I still feel weird taking it but it is nice I’ll admit,” you continued. Hoping to make him turn around to look back at you and hopefully not find Mallory.. Which worked. At least for a few seconds at least.

Michael made direct eye contact with you for a moment, almost as if he wanted to speak but was deliberately choosing not too. Instead he turned around, walking in deeper in the apartment.

Your mouth immediately dropped open - your feet carried yourself forward as you started to feel a bit numb with shock- not knowing even in the slightest how you were going to handle the situation if Mallory didn’t fucking move.

Sure enough..

“You always manage to linger.. don’t you?” Michael spoke.

It took only a couple steps for you to fully realize he wasn’t speaking to you. You only saw his backside as you approached them. Quickly meeting Mallorys gaze as you came into view.. Her brown eyes darker than ever as she peered up at you.

This time it is nearly impossible to distinguish whether she looked in agony from Michaels appearance or yours; since you apparently interrupted them. Her gaze quickly returned back to meet Michaels before you could think anything of it.

“I’m not here to see you, Michael.” Mallory announced. Her tone harsher than what you were expecting what apparent friends would use.. Were they even really friends?

Mallory suddenly stood up while Michael was still standing a few feet in front of her. Making eye contact with Michael for a split second before almost ducking around him before she stood in front of you.. leaving Michael speechless behind her. She quickly hugged you, her arms only embracing you for a split second before leaving. It was obvious she was in a hurry to leave now but.. you weren’t sure exactly why.

“I should get going, you and Michael have a lot to talk about,” she subtly smiled before turning to leave.. not letting you reply or have any sort of reaction to her words.

You stood solemnly as you heard Mallory’s footsteps gradually go farther away, before hearing the door open and close. You watched Michaels back as he refused to turn around.

“How was your nice chat with Mallory?”

“Why are you asking? Am I not allowed to see her or something?” You bit back. Your words possibly twice as venomous as his were.

Michael hastily turned around, looking at you with utter disbelief. His blue eyes looking into yours, as if he was suddenly surprised by your tone and how you were acting - as if his behavior didn’t proceeded yours.

“You need to relax,” he snapped. He approached you until he was right in front of you. “I wasn’t asking because I’m trying to control you, I know that’s what your thinking,” His words fell soft until they were nearly inaudible. “I just wanted to ask what she talked to you about.”

“About us?” You prompted.

“Well what else would she be talking to you about,” he snickered. His words spoken as more of a statement than a question. His laughter quickly dwindled off after he saw how rigid your frame suddenly looked. “Kidding. For the most part.. she said she was going to talk to you, and I figured I should actually speak to you this time rather than her.”

“Are you.. actually trying to trust me, Michael Langdon?” You teased. A smile, as well as laughter escaped from your lips at the mere thought.

Even though the thought was amusing on its own, you still didn’t completely trust him. Even now when he had Mallorys trust (for the most part), you still didn’t doubt that he had a ulterior motive.

Michael finally stepped back, hesitantly breaking eye contact before inaudibly beckoning you to follow him.

“I’m trying, just like how I told you I would,” He hauntingly reminded you.

You followed him silently to the long leather couch that sat by the overly expansive windows. Sitting down next to him in a way that felt almost too casual.. but being casual around Michael and not borderline fearing for your life was something you would have to adjust too.

You noticed how he instantly slipped his shoes off; drawing up his feet on the couch.. his arms and as well the rest of him contained. Away from you.

“So if your trying.. now,” you suggested uncertainly. “Then.. tell me why you came here to talk suddenly again? I mean why not just go through Mallory again like you’ve doing previously?”

“(Y/n), please. Take me seriously and just trust me for once,” His words came out quick and stern as he spoke them. “I was being serious yesterday, as well as all the other times when I told you I wanted to start.. putting effort in and trying.”

You stared at Michael utterly dumbfounded.. Feeling a bit hopeless that you actually felt almost.. touched by his words. That’s if he was actually being serious, anyway.

“What does trying mean to you?” You asked carefully. Your mind naturally went back to Madison.. were they even broken up yet? Was that even something that Michael was willing to do for you, and how was that something you could just ask? “What about-“

“Madison’s fine. She’s fine.. with everything,” he replied hesitantly.

You simply ignored the fact that he seemed to pick up what you were talking about almost immeadietly.. focusing on rather the latter part of the sentence.. that she was okay with everything?

“So she knows? That you’re here?”

“Yeah. She knows but that’s besides the point. Madison isn’t a part of the equation anymore, I don’t want to talk about her,” He spoke as if his words were final and not to be argued with, but his tone wasn’t angry. He was just done.. and you were too.

You wish that wasn’t the case though. Cutting Madison off didn’t sit right with you in the slightest, and it would definitely have to be something that would have to be mended later. That was a given.

Madison and Michaels relationship was far too close for them to suddenly split and remain like that forever - it was temporary, but so is everything really. That shouldn’t phase you but - it still managed too.

“Okay. I’m sorry, I didn’t-“ you started.

“It’s fine. I knew you would ask.. She’s the reason why I’m here actually,” His eyes broke contact and averted down to his hands. “I don’t mean that as in I’m not here to see you but, it was something she said that brought me here.” He continued, his voice almost growing soft now at just the mention of his ex girlfriend.. and now, you felt like you actually were starting to understand his point of view. Not fully but, it was clear that Michael was trying to be more open with you, and this time he wasn’t ‘fake’ drunk.

It took nearly everything in you to not immeadietly retort but just like the night where you were at the party; you tried to fully hear him out since this was apparently one of the few times he was being civil.

“So Madison gave you advice and you actually took it?” You said while laughing softly. Trying to lighten the mood since Michael seemed to be brooding.

Michael didn’t laugh back but instead his gaze flickered up to meet yours for a moment. The corners of his mouth upturning in a shallow smile that only lasted for a few seconds.

“I did because it made sense.” He said, his tone still remaining serious. You noticed how careful he was being with his words.. something that was typical for Michael to do but this time it seemed a bit too deliberate. You wanted to ask what exactly Madison even told him to do but.. that felt wrong. “It was also the right thing to do.. Being close to you is something I should’ve done a while ago, probably immeadietly-“

“But what’s in the past; stays in the past. And since your so adamant about being close to me.. we can always try now,” you cut in.

Michael continued to sit a good distance away from you; you thought it was ironic how he could talk about wanting to get close with you but wouldn’t dare to move any closer. That thought made your pride a little bit too happy.

Right before he could open his mouth to say something; his phone rang. The sound suddenly earsplitting and blaring but Michael didn’t bother to flinch. Instead he stood up and answered his phone.. making sure to nearly trek across the apartment before he said anything into the phone.

You stretched and casually examined him as he talked, you had a feeling who it was on the line..

After how tense things were with Mallory - you knew they probably weren’t going to be on friendly terms anytime soon.. especially in front of you. And judging by how.. oddly relaxed he seemed (yet timid when he caught your gaze and realized you were staring), it had to be one person.

You were about to sink back into the couch and try your best to not speculate what they were talking about, but before you could fully turn - you realized Michael was sauntering towards you.. clearly still on the phone.

Oh fuck.

Before you could ask what was wrong, the look he gave you alone ushered you to silence.

He quickly held the phone away from his ear. A quick glance at the screen confirmed that the call was still active.

“You said you forgive Madison.. right?” He spoke lowly. His words barely audible, more so mouthing the words than actually speaking them.

You looked at him with a expression you’re sure looked as if you were furious but you were really just completely confused. You wanted to ask but.. there was no time if she was on the phone, but knowing what you were about to get yourself into would also be nice to know.

His eyes had since lost the sharpness that had nearly cut you earlier, instead swarming with urgency and a bit of panic.. It had to be Madison. The only person that could ever have that effect on Michael was Madison.

You simply nodded in response. Not trusting yourself to speak quietly outloud but you also didn’t exactly trust your response because it wasn’t exactly truthful, but Michael seemed to be level headed.. for now.

Michael immeadietly turned and held the phone back up to his ear, this time staying in closer proximity and within ear shot. Putting on his shoes as he continued to hold the conversation he was having.

“Okay

...

So when are you coming?

...

Great, see you then. . . Bye.”

If you didn’t just hear the words that you thought you had heard.. you knew under normal circumstances your heart would’ve ached when you realized how Michael hesitated before he said goodbye, most likely catching himself before he said ‘I love you’. Instead though, you felt a gruesome wave of nausea suddenly rise through you.. urging you to shakily stand up and speak without thinking.

“She’s coming to see you?”

Michael barely gave you a second glance as he turned around and started to head for the front door of the apartment.

“Yes. You’ll be seeing her too, don’t worry.” He spoke before he quickly let the door shut behind him.

You continued to stand, utterly speechless.

Part of you wanted to run after him and the other part merely wanted to scream in anger that he had already made fucking plans but instead you felt numb. Numb and calm.

You returned to your bag and unpacked, trying your best to not let your emotions consume you like they previously had too many times.. until you finally broke down and called Mallory.

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Hope u wouldnt mind but headcanons for allies also including Prussia reacting a short s/o ?

I wouldn’t mind at all~

America

Alfred thinks your height is the cutest thing ever

I mean you’re so tiny and he’s so tall!

You can bet he’s going to pick you up a lot if you need something off the shelves

I mean it’s a perfect opportunity to be close to you, help you, and he gets to show off his hero strength

If you suggest a little step stool or climb on the counters he will literally come up with any excuse so that doesn’t happen

Please let him help you like that, or at least let him get it, it makes him feel like he’s your own personal hero

He likes to joke around with you and rest his arm on your head, but only if you actually think that’s funny

If it annoys you or makes you insecure he’ll apologize and won’t do it ever again

The last thing he would want to do is make you mad or insecure

Speaking of insecure, if you dislike your height and think negatively of yourself rest assured your hero is on the way

Will cuddle you and tell you how much he loves you and your height

Constantly reminds you how cute you are and if cute isn’t your style he’ll tell you have cool your height makes you

If you need him to, or really let him have enough time to, he will make a list on why being short is cooler than being tall

Alfred will also not hesitate to stop anyone from bullying you over something like your height

Someone said something mean or unnecessary? Point him at the guy and it’s over for ‘em

Would want to call you something funny as a pet name

like you could be shortstack and he can be beanstalk or something

Alfred is a dork, but he loves you and everything about you

England

Arthur adores your height

It became something he came to really appreciate and love while being with you

He likes that you ask him for help with things that are too high for you to reach

And that you fit perfectly with him when you guys cuddle

Plus not to mention he loves the size difference between you, even if it isn’t a lot it’s something he secretly loves

Never mentions anything about your height for the most part

No teasing or jokes about it

He’s scared that would hurt your feelings or make you feel bad

Plus he knows how it feels to be on the receiving end of bullying for something you can’t change

If you ever bring up being insecure about your height or simply just getting annoyed by it one day he’ll get really defensive of you

Like how could you say that about yourself? About something he adores about you?

Mandatory cuddle session after that

he’s not letting you get away without some encouragement and sweet words

If anyone else mentions it and you get sad, oh boy

They are getting a harsh lecture from him about being a gentlemen/lady

France

Francis doesn’t think much of your height if he’s being honest

Like is it adorable watching you stand on your tippy toes to reach things? Yes of course it is

But does he make it a point to mention it and make your lack of height apparent? No absolutely not

He would get stuff off the shelves for you but only if you were to ask

He’s kind of big on not making you feel less than or like you can’t do things on your own

Admittedly he enjoys being able to rest his chin on the top of your head while you two hug

Very endearing in his mind

If you get insecure about your height he’s there for you every step of the way

Francis can’t stand watching you get sad or angry with yourself, especially over something you have no control over

So he will comfort you through the whole episode

He’ll make you food, cuddle you, compliment you, heck he’d sing to you if that’s what was going to make you feel better

If someone else was making you feel bad about your height Francis would handle the situation

While he isn’t much on fighting He’d gladly square up to someone that made you feel bad about yourself

Or if you’d prefer he’d go over there and just angrily talk it out with the person

In the end, Francis can’t say being short is what drew him to you, but he can appreciate how cute it makes you and how it’s just another part of what makes you beautiful in his eyes

Canada

Matthew enjoys how short you are

And the height difference that it brings

Like how cute is it that you aren’t eye level with him unless you stand on something

And when you have to stand on your tippy-toes to reach something? Or when you climb on stuff to reach stuff?

He lives for it honestly

Would never pick you up to reach stuff, but he did think about it once or twice but figured it would be rude if he did that

Does want to call you a nickname in reference to your height and he will gladly accept any nickname you might want to give him in return

Doesn’t tease you about your height though, he’s not trying to make it a sore subject or anything

If it is a sore subject he’ll be delicate when bringing it up or cracking any seemingly harmless jokes

If you’re getting down on yourself about the height he’s going to cuddle and compliment you for weeks to come

Like makes it a point to bring it up and bring up how great it is

Someone else says something about your height? Well he’s not going to do much to them and would rather comfort you before it starts to hurt your feelings

Expect him to kiss the top of your head a lot or just rest his chin on your head while hugging or cuddling

Matthew will be expecting you to steal his hoodies from him because please it’s so cute they’re giant on you and he loves to see it

Russia

Ivan loves it obviously

I mean he’s a literal giant and seeing you so short compared to him makes his heart do the melting thing

It makes him want to protect you from the world

Even if you are crazy strong and assertive

Picking you up is a habit for him at this point

Like you don’t even have to ask to get something, he just does it

It might be a little insulting, but he’s not meaning for it to be that way

100% rests his hand on your head

Not to demean you or crush you, just to pat your head and have the comfort of knowing you’re there and he’s there for you

If you begin to feel down in the dumps over your height I feel like Ivan would be the one to suggest some logical solutions to it while also being supportive

Like he’ll suggest heels or platform shoes, but he’ll also tell you that you’re perfect just the way you are and you don’t need those things

If someone else says something mean about it

Well the metal pipe may come into play, or some very ominous staring and creepy smiling to mess with the person if you won’t let him handle it physically

Often gives you his scarf or coat to wear

They are gigantic compared to you and he likes to wrap you up in them

China

Yao thinks your height is adorable and has always thought that since first meeting you

He thinks it’s very cute and considering he isn’t the tallest among many it’s kind of nice to be taller than his s/o

Would never try to pick you up to reach things

Or say anything that might be considered mean about your height

He just isn’t about making you feel bad about something like that

Likes to kiss the top of your head or your forehead

If you mention not liking your height Yao goes into mama mode

Questions about who made you feel this way, why they said that, and why they’re wrong are flying out of his mouth at a mile a minute

He’s going to be the one to tell you not to think that way about yourself because you were made perfect, but if you wanted to wear heels or something that made you appear taller he wouldn’t stop you

If somebody said something mean about your height in front of him it’s on

Yao will actively attack whoever said something about you, it will be hands on-site, no further questions

Will ask you to wear his clothes a lot

He thinks they suit you and he can’t get over how long the sleeves are for you

Prussia

Gilbert is always very aware of your height

For starters, he probably doesn’t tower over you but still

you’re much shorter than him and that makes him think he needs to be delicate with you

Even if in reality you could best him in a fight any day of the week with your hands tied behind your back

He likes to pick you up and spin you around

Also likes to pick you up rather than just get something down from the higher shelves for you

Piggybacks you a lot so you can see over crowds or just because

Gilbert really likes that he can easily kiss the top of your head

and that he can tuck you under his chin like it was nothing

Really just makes him feel like he can protect you from anything

If someone says something nasty to you about your height Gilbert will throw hands

He's certainly thrown them for less so why not now

If you won't let him get physical, fine, he won't cause a scene

but you're gonna have to deal with his overprotectiveness and affection for the rest of the day

and god forbid you're getting down on yourself about your height

He's going to make a list of all your strengths and the advantages of being short

those include getting head kisses from him, being able to fit perfectly in his arms, and being able to hide basically anywhere you want for hide and seek

The list is kind of childish but his goal was to make you feel better by laughing while also getting to compliment you

If you were to wear his clothes he might die by the sight of you drowning in them, so proceed with caution

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