#im trying to catch the important things I really am but it’s all falling at the same time and it hurts to stand under it and I’m so tired

[sapphicjigsaw]

girl as someone going through some of that stuff as well no that stuff is not something everyone has and people are generally usimg 'the horrors' to mean like chores and things no one enjoys doing not. mental and or physical illnesses </3

I have learned recently I maybe have to do something about my debilitating mental illness and physical body deterioration. Unfortunately the horrors have decided I cannot do anything right now and should instead start shaking so hard I can’t read. And then pass out.

#<3 thanks for reaching out I really really like hearing from you #god why does existence have to be a constant struggle #and then also school on top of that??? #like how do I tell my English professor ‘sorry I can’t turn in my draft friday. I stopped running and the horrors caught me.’ #sorry but everything I spent so long stacking up around me to keep myself from pilling on top of me is falling cause apparently the floor #tilts slightly towards me in every direction and something got so high it could no longer stand and everything else is falling around it #im trying to catch the important things I really am but it’s all falling at the same time and it hurts to stand under it and I’m so tired #so that being said how does an extension to Wednesday sound I’m sure I’ll figure everything out by then #and I still have all my other classes to do #side order save me #<3 again thankies for reaching out <<33!! sorry for concerning extended metaphor in the tags <3 #(all of that is genuine I am not being sarcastic I appreciate you so much and you are so cool to me)

[rafeysdoll]

what arguing with rafe cameron is like.. ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

authors note: request found here, i actually wrote this awhile ago and thought it was perfect for this!

warnings: established relationship

“rafe!” you whine, the tears collecting in your lashline. “are you even listening to me?” you yell out, stomping your foot against the floor when he just rolls his eyes, he was hardly paying attention which only ceased to upset you more. you think to yourself, ‘who could blame you?’ he was just so mean. it was too much for your brain as well as to your sensitive heart.

“what do you want me to say? huh?” he grumbles, he's trying to control himself from just up and leaving back to the party downstairs in tannyhill, he really is. he thought the whole thing was ridiculous. you, throwing a tantrum at him because some girl was in your eyes, way too touchy when he was pushing product, saying she didn’t have to touch his hand for the little baggie as long as she did.

but to you it was so much more than two extra seconds. you saw how she always giggled in a corner with her friends when he was around, liking every single post on his instagram expect for the ones with you in them, even commenting little things in most. always lowering her top and pushing up her tits before applying a new coat of lipstick when she was heading his way.

but to him, rafe had decided long ago you were the one for him. you were the one that he was going to take care of, the one he was going to love and pump full of cameron babies so that one day you could be his little housewife.

so, what was the big deal?

“can't just.. can't just freak out on me like that, alright? got business shit to take care of and you cannot be latching onto me just because you think some.. some coked up chick is gonna make a move, okay?” he stresses, walking closer to you now.

when you let out a small whimper in response, he freezes just a little, seeing you let your head fall as you look down at your heels, feeling stuck in what to reply because really — you didn't want to argue with him. you hated it more than anything. you wanted to be good for him, you just hated seeing the sight of some random girl cuddling up to him.

rafe sucks in a deep breath and sighs, biting his lip. he wasn't going to continue trying to sweep this under the rug, downplaying it when it was clear that this was important to you. so, he clenches his fist and tongues at his cheek, and starts nodding to himself. “yeah.. uh. yeah, alright- okay. fine.” he admits, thinking to himself too how he would react if some dude was creeping up in his girls space.

“just want you to understand me rafe," you say softly. the tears that collected in your eyes now freely falling. "i know, i know.. i'm sorry okay? i understand baby.. i do.” he coos, walking closer and sitting you down at the edge of his bed, squatting in front of you.

“hey, hey look at me.” he says while moving his left hand to your cheek, stroking it softly— one of your favorite things rafe did. “im.. i'm sorry, baby. i'm sorry. should've been more.. nice to you.”

you sniffle, leaning your head into his cheek. “oh rafey.. was just.. was just so upset and i took it out on you.. i'm sorry papi, .. am i.. am i bad?” you mewl, mascara dripping down your face. your emotions were really catching up to you. it was all mushing up together, making you feel all overwhelmed.

“no, no baby, you're good. you're good, doll. just take in a few breathes alright? you're fine..” rafe whispers, wiping your tears and pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “say it with me doll.. can you do that for me baby?” he speaks softly, smiling at you.

“i'm good. i'm good,” you whisper back, nodding. “there you go baby, just relaxx, doll.” he prompts, dragging out the x's. “we're fine, alright? no chick is gonna steal me away from you, 'kay?” he speaks while pulling strands of your hair behind your ear. “i'll finish up selling and you can cling on my arm ‘till im done. alright, baby?”

“mm, mhm” you mumble with a cheeky smile.

#rafe ౨ৎ #rafe cameron #rafe cameron x you #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron smut #rafe obx #rafe x reader #rafe x you #rafe outer banks #rafe smut #rafe imagine #outerbanks rafe #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron fanfiction #rafe fanfic #rafe fic #rafe cameron fic #drew starkey #drew starkey x reader #drew starkey smut #drew starkey imagine #drew starkey fanfic #drew starkey fanfiction #outerbanks smut #outerbanks imagine #outerbanks x reader #outerbanks fic #rafe cameron thoughts #outer banks x reader

[benewol]

beat the shit out of them [Vin Jin x Reader]

this work is heavily influenced by @wannaeatramyeon 's works, especially her unhinged reader fic featuring vin!! no warnings, reader can also be considered genderneutral as far as im concerned just a bunch of cussing tbh. hope you enjoy :))

"Vin Jin."

...

"Hey, Vin Jin."

...

"I'm fucking talking to you!"

The next thing he feels is a harsh smack on the back of his head as he quickly catches himself before the chair can tip over.

"The fuck do you want?! Fucking crazy ass bitch," he rubs the now throbbing, sore spot you gave him, face scrunching up as usual.

Dramatic motherfucker.

"If you didn't tint your glasses over so much you wouldn't be getting smacked. You would've seen me preparing to swing, too," you smirk in retaliation, your arms moving from their crossed position to resting next to your sides while you're leaning against his table.

He merely sends you what you think is probably supposed to be a nasty glare and re-positions his legs on that same table, nudging your back with his polished sneakers.

So you continue talking.

"Mary's been trying to gesture for you to leave the classroom without making a commotion, you know."

"Okay, and?"

"Your bff needs you and that's all you can say? Really?" You roll your eyes.

"Can't be so important if it only took you to solve it."

"Fuck off."

"Lol, you first."

"Sure. Tell me why you keep tinting your glasses and I will."

His eyes furrow inquisitively.

"I don't need to do shit. Class is starting soon so you need to move your fat ass soon anyway, might as well do it immediately," his smug smile one of those you'd love to fill with a pile of some of his ridiculous sheets of lyrics crumpled up.

That's a good idea. You're adding that to your list titled 'what would piss vincent the fuck off'.

"Your sense of time is, unsurprisingly, tremendously shit. We have another half an hour left, you moron," you reach out your hand to flick his wide forehead, which he now sees coming and dodges, catching himself before falling yet again.

What a fucking loser, you shake your head and keep yourself from succumbing to laughter.

"Whatever. I'm not showing you shit."

"Come on. I'm sure whatever it is you're blowing it out of proportion," you reach out again to touch his glasses.

He reaches out too. To stop your hand from moving towards his sunglasses. And his grip is not as harsh as you'd expected it to be.

"Stop it. If you see it, I'll have to kill you."

"See what? You're being so ominous. Do you have weird rectangular pupils like goats or what?"

He sputters for a moment.

"That'd be funny."

"The fuck?"

"You could come up with a line like 'my eyes are like those of a goat, yeah, I'm the GOAT'," you press your lips together to stop the laughter from spilling out of your mouth.

That line was good.

He won't tell you that, though, because you were way too close to uncovering the truth.

He huffs, turning his head away from you and crossing his arms in front of his chest.

What he doesn't know is that his oh-so-clever self forgot to re-tint his glasses.

This in turn means the sun's rays hit his lenses so nicely you were able to catch a tiny glimpse of his two grey irises and the resulting pupils in his left eye.

Your breath catches in your throat.

A soft gasp makes his head turn back to you, his eyebrows shooting up in surprise.

"What's that? Pulling a stupid line like that and immediately growing quiet?" He mumbles to mask his alarm.

You hum, and he notices your solemn expression, making him grow apprehensive.

"Weren't you Cheonliang's number one?"

"Still am."

"And Allied's number two?"

"Yeah."

"How come you don't just lose the shades and simply beat the shit out of anyone who comments on your eyes, then?"

He stares at you. Still occasionally having rubbed the wound you'd inflicted on the back of his head, he loosens his arms which were crossed behind it.

Placing them on his thighs, he balls his fists.

"Shut up."

He abruptly stands up and moves towards the door, shaking the table you were leaning against, making you furrow your brows in irritation.

Typical.

At least you'll know where to find him.

If things don't go his way, he'll just lock himself in the boys' bathroom and listen to one of Duke's albums.

You don't intend letting him flee the scene this time, though.

"Don't you dare run away now."

He doesn't know why, but he halts in his steps.

"Or else what, pipsqueak?"

He turns back towards you.

"Your eye adds to your nonexistent charm."

...

"Hello?"

...

"Earth to Vincent?" You wave your hand in front of his shielded eyes.

Turning on his heel, he doesn't leave without wanting to have the last word.

"Fucking weirdo, I don't need your pity."

"Asshole, I'm not pitying you!!"

What you fail to see is the faintest of rose-coloured blushes on Vin's cheeks as he puckers his lips, absentmindedly scratching at his lenses while sauntering down the hallway.

#vin jin x reader #jin hobin x reader #lookism x reader #genderneutral reader #lookism reader-insert #lookism fanfiction #lookism fanfic

[1bringthesun]

have any of you read “Dancing Girl?” gosh, it just made me sad. Mori Ougai is a really good author haha, hahaha. hah… h-

.

..

…

yeah i’m relating this to bsd! Mori. BITE ME!! ahem. so in this essay i will be talking about Elise and Mori’s relationship. i’ve already established i don’t see her as his “wife” or the object of his sexual desires, and i’ve also mentioned i like the “Elise is his daughter,” way of seeing things, however … well, there’s more than just that.

1) Elise represents his inner child

2) Elise preserves the memory of a dead lover and is his “partner”

3) Elise is a child-figure to him

those numbers will be reused in that order to mean the same thing later, but first, background and “Dancing Girl!”

so i think that, within the definition of his and Elise’s relationship, Mori embodies Toyotarou from “Dancing Girl” more than Kanei from “Vita Sexualis” (i think i learned which type of media went in italics and which sort in quotes some time in third grade, but it’s been entirely too long and therefore i’ve forgotten all of it and you’ll have to excuse my poor grammar if im messing it up). why, you may ask? well, first of all, Elise is literally from that novel. second of all, i’ve just skimmed vita sexualis (- an asexual) while “Dancing Girl” managed to catch my attention a lot more. plus, Mori was one of the characters that Asagiri explicitly stated he wanted to add in, and we all know just how evil Asagiri Kafka can be when he feels like it.

… why is the space so long ? why are these spaces different sizes?? this is really bugging me … but whatever, i’ll try my best to ignore it … (nevermind it looks perfectly normal when i post it i guess it’s just a. draft thing)

ahem, so, in “Dark Era,” Mori basically goes “damn Dazai you’re suicidal as hell! you remind me of myself hahah!” and i feel like that’s pretty concrete evidence Mori Did Not have a happy childhood (i mean, duh, considering he was trigger-happy to friendly fire as an important military man at 20 some years old) and was likely suicidal in the past too, to some extent. in that sense, the chains that tie Dazai down, if they’re Odasaku’s last words, are the Port Mafia for Mori. he cannot die as long as he’s sane and capable of leading the PM, because he’s basically the very embodiment of it.

⚠️SPOILERS FOR “DANCING GIRL!”⚠️

alright, onto “Dancing Girl.” i’ll give you a quick rundown. it’s basically about this college dude (25 or so) (haha that reminds me of the, “am i the asshole?” posts. i (M26) just fell in love with a girl (F18) of whom i’ve known since she was a minor and i was still an adult. i got her pregnant by some time after she became of-age, then i left her to pursue my career. am i the asshole?) (godamn it tai you just spoiled the whole novel) (i’ll put a spoiler warning up somewhere in the beginning) (bear with me) with depression who falls in love with a… looks at the parenthesis and sighs deeply.

he doesn’t see any point in anything because his life was just a glorified projection of his mother and school’s desires, so he starts being a little more hedonistic and learning about the arts instead of becoming a lawyer like they wanted him to. he meets Elise (her name) and basically immediately feels attracted to her in some way he can’t put into words (she’s 17ish when they meet btw) and starts teaching her things and basically acting like a sponsor to her. they don’t start getting romantic and/or sexual until some unsaid period of time passes. now i personally choose to interpret this as her turning 18 before they do all that stuff, but since it never explicitly says, well… yeah. Toyotarou is used to living his life in a cushy-ish manner as a child prodigy and what have you, but he eventually gives that away to live with Elise. that being said, his “giving it away” was less of a choice to be with her and more of a digression from a perfect machine into a person with his own stunted feelings.

she makes him satisfied, and he makes her very deeply happy, but eventually he chooses his career over her and she goes crazy because of how betrayed she feels- she really deeply loved him, after all. he pays her mother enough to keep her afloat and to take care of the baby he left in her stomach, and went back to Japan without another word. Toyotarou! you bastard!! (it’s not like he was without remorse, though)

anyway back to the numbers.

1) Mori’s past is pure speculation, but he was a military doctor ranked quite high as a very young man, one that didn’t hesitate to shoot someone on his own side no less (like i said) so it’s probably a given he didn’t have a stress-free childhood. this is an excerpt from “Dancing Girl,” in which i think explains the possibility that Elise represents the angry child inside of Mori that he never got to let out as a real child.

2) given what i said above, this also feels pretty self-explanatory. we basically only know two things about Mori, that he would do anything for the greater good (which is usually the PM/yokohama), and that he longs for a “partner” who will understand and not leave him. it’s possible Fukuzawa filled that role for a while, but Mori is a little unhinged and did some bad things out of obsession, which severed their ties because of Fukuzawa’s innate nature. Mori has called Elise his partner (tsuma, AKA person who stays by my side) (i know nobody says tsuma and means it that way but considering “Yatsugare san” exists (yes i’m looking straight at you, AKUTAGAWA RYUUNOSUKE), i wouldn’t put it past Asagiri to use tsuma in that manner) before and acts dramatic as all hell when she dies. it’s almost like … someone called Elise really DID die before?

3) this requires the least explanation. we already know Mori likes children in a non-pedo way, shown by things like how he helped Atsushi gather his courage in Anne’s room (which did nothing for him, btw) and his profession in the beast AU. but what sort of mafia don has a cute daughter?? that’s like ASKING for her to be killed. so Elise, the product of Vita Sexualis, is the next best thing he can have!

Elise also is a lot like the Toyotarou, while Mori acts more like Elise when they’re together. it’s just something i noticed watching the two interact in BSD and DG. the whole idea of having no autonomy is kinda Elise’s (BSD) thing, isn’t it?

my phone is now 20% and i have no charger. i have probably 69 viruses and also since i have apps like tiktok, wechat, and discord… you can imagine how much this poor device suffers, but i regret nothing. yahoo! hope you enjoyed my rant~

#bungou stray dogs #bsd #dancing girl #a german dancing girl specifically named Elise #bsd elise #bsd mori #mori ougai #Mori Elise #can i call her Mori Elise?? i mean she’s basically his daughter anyway so #Mori and Elise #toyotarou #god they make me sad #Mori is so traumatized and so babygirl #not all would understand #anyway i’m getting carried away even in the hashtags.. is this who we are??? #AH MY PHONE IS AT 5% WHAT THE HELL. #okay i’m posting it now i hope this gets some attention because otherwise i might go crazy /j

[gabessquishytum]

that person with the ABO true mates thing has the right idea tbh. on a similar note, imagine instead dream is the 3rd child of some important medieval noble family. he's resigned to live a life of boring diplomacy and living in his father's shadow and probably being married off for some political alliance (he is the 2nd son but he's also the 3rd child and imo death is generally a lot more well prepared for anything he might have thrown his way as the "spare" but we already knew that)

but one day dream and some of his family are in the town square, perhaps returning from a long journey. they maybe were off trying to negotiate a deal for dream's hand in marriage, but dream was so miserable about it that the talks were useless and everyones coming home upset. theres a lot of people around and its generally very busy, so it isn't very surprising that dream brushes shoulders with some stranger, but before he gets the chance to tell him off for it since he is still a bratty little prince, he gets thrown into a full blown heat. like, falls to the ground, clawing to get his clothes off because theyre too much, panting because he cant catch his breath type. (i personally am a huge sucker for bottom dream regardless of whether he doms or not, but after seeing an ask about househusband/alpha!hob i really cant get the idea of dom bottom omega dream and service top submissive alpha hob out of my head)

anyway, he gets back home just fine to wait out his heat, and as soon as he's done he's hell bent on finding whoever it was that sent him into that. night would probably want him to go find whoever it was (thinking of night in overture making a whole pocket dimension for dream and a lover), but maybe time would want to still get a political alliance out of this. he ends up doing some cinderella type thing to find hob back and he's so in love he conveniently ignores that hob is a mercenary/thief/sword for hire/bounty hunter/whatever and has probably most definitely also stolen from dreams family before. besides, who cares about a little bit of money when you can order your new alpha mate to fuck you halfway to hell and back? all im gonna say is they have NOTHING to worry about when it comes to heirs

-🖋

I see submissive alpha hob? I go feral. Literally this whole thing is GOLD.

I’m imagining after his heat, Dream uses his status (maybe with Night’s help if she’s in a good mood) to summon all the unmated alphas in town to his family’s home, and has them all walk past him while he smells every single one. Hob literally only showed up for the opportunity to steal some stuff from the place, so imagine his shock when little lordling Dream pounces on him and declares that they are true mates!! Hob obviously isn’t mad about it because Dream is the prettiest little darling he’s ever seen… he’s also an absolute terror, spends half his time snarling and the other half sulking. Hob loves it, loves him within about an hour (especially when Dream drags him off and takes his knot in a store cupboard - they’re not even married! the scandal is delicious!).

Dream is insatiable, but Hob is more than able to keep up. Hob doesn’t give a shit about manners or being respectable, and he’ll gladly join Dream in skipping out on diplomatic dinners and other dull things. The “honeymoon phase” doesn’t show any sign of stopping after a year of being mated - Dream rarely shows his face outside of their bedroom before noon, because he’s busy. It’s a good thing that Hob has access to high quality food now, because otherwise he’d be dropping a lot of weight with all the strenuous activity Dream expects from him.

Dream’s family aren’t best pleased with the match, but even they can’t stand in the way of true mates, and Dream is only the third child so it isn’t the end of the world. At least Hob keeps Dream out of trouble and full of pups.

#🖋 anon #the sandman #dreamling #nsft #cw omegaverse

[abstract-crossverse]

Hello! I'd like to make a request.. I need. So I wanted to have a Phobos x Reader done, and I have some small details I'd like for the reader personality, and I'd really enjoy a story with angst! The personality is bold, willing to take risks, but does it to the point of being too reckless, and wouldn't want to be loyal to anyone. This includes Phobos. Other than this little detail everything is free game! Hope this isn't too major of a request though c:

the man, the myth, the legend, the fruit rollup

not at all bestie! Im not really in the mood for angst but I can try my best for u <3/p

Just letting you know there will be fluff somewhere in this, u know me

Midway writing Mask: holy fuck this is long, the rest of the fic will be under the cut!

===================================

Daring - Phobos x Reader // [fic | angst/comfort?]

Its been a good few months since you met the Director, you met him in a battlefield.. well- sort of-

He was taking a small stroll when you bumped into each other, he heard a bit of quiet struggle coming from an alleyway, curiosity taking the best of him, he sneaked over to investigate

Upon peeking in the alleyway, you and two thugs were fighting, you had just accidentally stumbled upon something you werent meant to see, and the first instinct they had was take you off the face of the earth

You didnt back down a single turn, as much as they had done a number to you, eventually you took both of them down by smashing their heads hard together, both falling unconscious on the hard cement floor

As you took a moment to catch your breath, you spotted the Director's red goggle staring right at you

You stepped back as he made himself more visible by walking into the alleyway, clenching your jaw and balling your fists, you knew who he was, of course you did, his 'face' is all over the city

But that wasnt going to stop you from fighting if things went south

"I must say, I am impressed by your resistance to those two." He spoke, voice echoing through the mostly empty alleyway

"your fighting could use improvement, however." With a smirk behind his bandaged mouth, he held back a chuckle

You sneered, face scrunched up in annoyance as you wiped the blood off your mouth with the back of your hand

"what do you care? Dont you have important matters to attend to?"

"shut your mouth, peasent, and know your place." In a blink, he was right in front of your face, roughtly grabing your chin to force you to look up at him before shoving your head back

You grunted as you hit the scraps behind you, annoyance becoming anger, you got back on your feet

"what? the grand Director doesnt know how to mind his own business?~" you mocked, a smirk growing on your face as you glared

"Daring, are we?" His tone darkened as he loomed over you, you crossed you arms "you clearly dont know who you are talking to."

"oh no, I do, I just dont give a shit." You simply stated as you tried to step around him to leave, but suddenly he grabbed your arm, and threw you to the wall, you yelped with a hiss by the impact

When you looked, he was looming over you again, arms placed on the wall beside your head, making both of your faces be extremely close

"oh but you should care, I could kill you right here right now and no one would do anything about it."

"do it. You wont." You glared as you leaned forward a bit, the movement made Phobos' head reel back slightly

The tension around you both was think enough to cut with a knife, neither of you broke the eye contact for what felt like hours, soon enough, Phobos scoffed

"You're too daring, that'll get you in bigger trouble one day."

"I like taking risks."

"your risks are dangerous."

"why do you care?"

"I dont-"

"then why are you trying to scold me?"

That managed to make him reel back a bit again, speechless, you had a point but he wasnt going to back down..

".. I am not 'trying', I AM scolding you."

"yeah but why? Im not a child."

"you sure act like one."

"says the man with cape so long it almost trails on the ground-"

"Shut. Your. Mouth."

"shut me up then."

Your retorts were... Amusing, to him, sure, its a bit annoying but this was quite entertaining, he dwelled in his thoughts, so many ways to make you shut up without killing you... How could he chose one?

No one was around anyway, so his image wouldnt be damaged if he did anything... He focused back on you, quickly placing a hand on your mouth and the other pressing your abdomen againt the wall so you couldnt flail as easy

You were a bit shocked, he actually shut you up, you didnt think he had the nerve, but now youre stuck, bickering didnt seem like such a good idea now that you thought about it. Your hands gripped his wrist, trying to pry his hand off your mouth, useless, how is his grip so steady??

".... Your arguments are childish... But your attitude is of steel, you could prove useful within Nexus Core.."

You could only glare at his stupid bandaged face, growling under your breath "say, why dont you join me? Become an agent, be respected.. win power? Of course it'll pay you very well too."

You struggled within his grasp, finally, he uncovered your mouth, his hands returned to it's previous spots on the wall

"... Thank you for considering me for this position. Unfortunately I can’t accept the proposal right now, maybe if I decide to be loyal to some faction for once I'll consider it."

And as quick as you said that, you ducked, slipped below his arms and out of his trap, making your way out of the alleyway while wiping the dried blood off your face.. damn you really needed some ice

You left the Director there, genuinely too stunned to speak, no one has ever left him like this, or turned down a power offer... Are stupid or up to something? He couldn't tell.. whatever, you loss, dont come crying to him when you need a job

Which leads you to current times, you both bumped into each other a few more times across these months, you both still butted heads a little, snarky remarks and small comments everyone around you both flinched to, and where extremely surprised when the Director did nothing but retort it, usually he'd behead anyone who said such things

Yet, he seemed to humor you, not even the Director seemed to know why he did so, since upon carefully asked, he would always take a moment to think and then shrug it off, ordering the person not to ask about it again. some began spreading a few rumors

'do you think they're together? Like, dating-'

'thats the only logical solution, why would the director not killed them for saying those things?'

'what if they're old friends?'

'what if they're family?'

They spread like fire in dry grass

It was oddly enervating to walk around and hear a few whispers about you and the Director's relationship, you sighed, sipping on the boba tea you had just gotten, keeping a few of the pearls in your mouth and took out the straw on your drink, you turned the the whispering grunts behind you, aiming with the straw in your mouth and shooting the pearls at them

It was hilarious, the pearls struck to their clothes and faces, they panicked at the sudden feelings and frantically patted themselves, you chuckled and shoved the straw back in its hole

A waste of pearls, but a worth it one. You sipped your drink again as you began making your way to the local park, maybe just relaxing on a bench will get you some peace

Passing by an alleyway, you caught something from the corner of your eye, you quirked a brow as you looked into the alleyway, too dark to see anything... Maybe your eyes were playing tricks on yo-

Hands grabbed your arms from the darkness, pulling you into the shadow filled alleyway, you dropped your drink and it splattered on the ground, the only sign that your were even standing there at all

You struggled against the grip, freeing one of your arms and punching the unknown figure, fight or flight kicking in as you frantically tried to free yourself from the person, a smart idea would be screaming, but that could only attract more of this figure's friends

And you were right, for the most part, you felt more hands grab you, restraining you as much as you struggled

"who the hell are you?! What do you want-!!" You yelled, kicking and flailing, however, the only response you earned was hits. They punched your chest once you yelled, you chocked, coughing and wheezing for air knocked out of you, they continued to beat you up;

.

.

.

Phobos was one yet another stroll around his precious city, fresh air is good for you, after all.

As he walked along the sidewalk, he was lost in his thoughts, why did he put up with your attitude?... It was confusing to him, he never put up with that kind of attitude until you came along

You were... Interesting... Daring... No one's ever been so... Reckless, to say such things to him...

Your challenging tone.. your stupid smug grin.. playful glare whenever you decided to snark at him.. the way you crossed your arms and raised your head, not only to look up at him, but as if to say 'I win this argument'... It drove him crazy

He sighed aggravatedly, how dare you cause such an effect on him... What did you do to make him feel this way? Were you a Magiturge and cursed him or something? Why did he feel warm whenever you looked at him? Why did he feel so flustered when you spoke in that- smooth stupid little tone you did when retorting him??

Was he dying???-

The feeling of stepping into something soft and wet snapped him out of his thoughts, he didnt step into dog shit while he wasnt paying attention, did he?

Looking down, he noticed those where boba pearls and tea... He had just cleaned these boots, god damnit..-

His head snapped to the alleyway beside him, hearing the faint sound of grunting and gasping, along with the sound of fists punching something

Once again, curiosity gets the best of him, the sounds sound far, must be deep into the corner... He takes cautious steps in, surprisingly quiet for someone so huge

At this moment he's glad he asked for his goggle to have a night vision mode to it when he did, pressing a small button on the side of his goggle, he blinked as his vision got adjusted to the green hues

At the end of the alleyway, he saw a group of grunts beating up another, restrained by two others, now thats unfair. He turned his head away before he had to double take, looking back- wait... That was you..!

.

... Oh...

Within seconds, he found himself running full speed at the one punching you, charging a puch at the guy, who went flying by the impact and into a wall, his friends who weren't holding you attempted to stab him, he dodged quickly, taking out his sword and beheading them just as quick, turning to the two retraining you, he yanked one by the head and threw him across the alley, they other was stabbed through the chest as they attempted to run away

Oh now that just wont do...

He breathed heavily, fists clenched as he came down from the small adrenaline rush, hearing a soft thud and heavy breathing near him, he looked over, calming down slightly at seeing you just fell from your standing position... He sheeted his sword again

Jesus... The really did a number on you...

Meanwhile, you were internally freaking out, you gasped for the air previously knocked out of you, you wouldnt be able to fight too well in your state if whoever this new figure was tried to kill you

You felt them kneel in front of you, you looked up quickly, just to be met with a bright red light... You knew that light...

"... Ph- Phobos?-.." you chocked out, strained from the pain, you saw the glow of his goggle highlight a few of his own features in the darkness, parts of his bandages and helmet slightly in view, as well as your own face from him looking at you

"yes... I am here, [Name].. my stars, they really fucked you up, havent they?.."

You let out a strained laugh "no shit.. Sherlock..." You said, wiping the blood from your nose with your hand

You felt his hand brush a strand of your hair off your face, your breath hitched as you snapped your attention back to him

Your eyes met, for a few moments, it felt like you werent just beat to pulp, it felt like only you and him existed as his hand lingered on your cheek, you subconsciously leaned into his touch, his hand was so warm...

"... What... Are you doing...?"

He didnt answer, only wiping the blood seeping from the corner of your lips, you felt your blood rush to your cheeks with a strained inhale

You soon felt your eyes heavy, you struggled to keep conscious. Noticing this, he gently picked you up bridal style, that waked up up a bit more

"wh-.. what are you.. doing-..." You weakly gripped the hem of hi cape, feeling being to high off the ground you slightly feared falling, even if he wasnt going to let you fall

"getting you to a medic." He simply responded, and began walking out of the alleyway, you sighed, slightly pushing his chest

"I can- I can walk.." you insisted, he stopped, deadpanning down at you

"you can barely hold yourself awake, I dont buy that." he said in a monotone, then continued walking, you groaned, giving up and just leaning your head on his shoulder, keeping your breathing steady as you relaxed... You felt safe... He was so warm...

You nuzzled into him and closed you eyes, he gently poked your arm with one of his hands

"dont pass out now. I want you alive."

You hummed, looking tiredly up at his glowing monogoggle

"what'd'you mean 'want me alive'..? What'd'ya want me for...?" He seemed to tense slightly, and just kept quiet, you figured he had no answer to that, too tired to argue, you just hummed again and relaxed, sighing quietly... A nap wont be so bad right..?

He wont notice... Right?... You closed your eyes, and almost immediately gave into unconsciousness...

.

.

.

.

You slowly fluttered your eyes open, groaning at your sore body and bright lights in the room you were in... Where even are you?-

You tried to sit up to look at your surroundings, though you felt a hand pushing you gently back down

"dont sit up, you need to rest."

Oh.. yeah, Phobos.

You looked to your side, low and behold, there he is, looming over you with his height as always, you gave him a confused dazed look, he took his hand off once you were fully laying down again and leaned back on the chair he sat on beside your bed, he let out an aggravated sigh

".. do you know the scare you gave me?"

You blinked

"you almost gave me a heart attack when you passed out.. I thought your heart actually gave out..." He spoke in a cold and monotone tone, almost as if holding back anger, or any other feeling from seeping into his words... It kind of squeezed your heart

"d'aww.. was little Phooby worried about me?~" you mocked weakly, a grin on your face with a small laugh, he grumbled, lightly pinching your arm

"do not call me that." You giggled again, he sighed "even after being beaten to pulp, you still have your childish behavior...do you know what that was about?"

"hm? The weirdos? Uhm... Not sure..." Your gaze traveled up to the ceiling as you tried to remember... The fight was most of a blur "... I cant remember..."

"hm.. maybe they tried to kidnap you for blackmailing me over those stupid rumours, extremely poor execution.. amateurs." He scoffed and shook his head, you chuckled, looking back at him with a tired smile

".. thank you."

"hm?"

"thanks.. for saving me back there... Even if I would've gotten control of the situation soon enough-"

"uhuh, sure you would've.. you're very welcome."

He got up, the chair creaking in relief, he held his hands behind his back

"well, I shall leave you to rest.. I believe you know how to call a doctor if anything's to happen." He began to make his way to leave the room, you just watched, slightly upset to see him go. You hummed, gaze returning to the ceiling as you began to doze off again

Phobos looked back at your half unconscious form on the bed, he stared for a moment until you gave into sleep

".... Rest well, [Name]...."

===================================

#WOOOOOO THAT WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT LETS GOOOOOOOOO #my children I bring you food #madcom #madness combat #madness combat x reader #director phobos x reader #madcom phobos #madness phobos #phobos x reader #phobos #director phobos #fic #how do I even tag this?? #its not really exactly angst since it wasnt something sad #just a situation that got sorted out #idk #oh well #maskwrites

[abrahamvanhelsings]

thank youu for tagging me @zaegreus 💙🐳

WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?

not really, i believe my mother happened to know someone, a colleague or something, and she liked the name so on the baby name list it went. as far as my new chosen name which ive been trying out here and there, it's just the male version of my legal documents name, but since that's dorian it always makes people go 'ooo like from oscar wilde's dorian gray?' OR they go 'oh like in dragon age' and both of these things. queer. lmao.

WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED?

hmm i don't quite remember, i think i cried about palestine a couple of weeks ago bc i was very stressed abt work and my emotions were very close to the surface so to say, and this genocide happening right in front of our eyes while the world acts like it isn't makes me feel incredibly powerless and lose my faith in humanity. to see suffering and ignore it - to refuse to see these people as people, with lives and dreams and feelings that are each worth the universe, at all. just inconceivable to me.

DO YOU HAVE KIDS?

no. and despite what my mother likes to think i do not want them and i never will.

WHAT SPORTS HAVE YOU PLAYED/DO YOU PLAY?

i played football for a couple of years as a teenager. i also did horse riding for a year or two as a child, but then the timing of the lessons got awkward in regards to dinner so i had to stop. i still kind of miss it every once in a while though, because i really love horses and riding is very nice. uhh i also did archery for two years or something. and when i stopped playing football when i was 15 i went on to rowing and i haven't stopped doing that since! honestly a pretty important part of my life, there's a lot of time that goes into practice alone and i also have to volunteer at the club (common courtesy as a member), but i really love it. don't think ill ever stop doing it if i can help it.

DO YOU USE SARCASM?

uh yeah all the time lmaoo which sometimes people do not catch on to and then it seems like i've just said something incredibly rude or patently insane but we roll with life's punches. which in this case is failing a 'have a normal conversation' check.

FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE?

hands! im very peculiar about hands and i will commit a felony for a beautiful pair of them. this goes for eyes too but looking straight into people's eyes is, like, more intimate than sex so i tend not to do that very much even if i think someone's eyes are beautiful immediately. and also, people's shoes, bc i honestly believe that if there's any piece of clothing that can tell you a lot about a person it's shoes lmao

WHAT IS YOUR EYE COLOR?

hazel, they kinda go from brown to green depending on the shirt im wearing and the way the light falls into them

SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS?

kind of depends on your definition of scary? i don't like horror at all but i can enjoy a good thriller. generally i think i prefer happy endings though. still, a good tragedy every once in a while... in fact one of my favourite movies of all time (in the mood for love) has a very bittersweet ending. and also i am terror crew of course

ANY TALENTS?

i used to be decent at drawing but i haven't really done that for years bc academia sucks the life out of you. same goes for writing - i so wish to take up writing fanfic and original works again and i have so many ideas, but then whenever i have the time i do not feel the energy. oh but im very good at public speaking! has always come naturally to me which is quite a stroke of luck

WHERE WERE YOU BORN?

provincial town somewhere in the north of the netherlands

WHAT ARE YOUR HOBBIES?

rowing, playing the piano, and the usual stuff i.e. reading, watching things (including sports) and playing video games. idk if id classify climate activism as a hobby? im not doing it for fun but bc it's necessary, but we do try to have a good time of it bc it's not sustainable mentally/physically if you don't. i also play board games with some of the climate activism people in my city every once in a while

DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS?

no! my parents used to have cats but when they died they didn't take new ones and im away from my own apartment more often than im there bc of work and sports and activism and friends blah blah blah so it isn't really a good idea for me to take a cat or something if we can't even be proper companions

HOW TALL ARE YOU?

ehh 169 cm or so

FAVORITE SUBJECT IN SCHOOL?

even though i studied history i think latin and ancient greek were my favourite subjects in high school bc that's where i actually learned things. the history teacher just let me do whatever bc it was all too easy for me anyway, but latin/greek were actually challenging even though i was good at them. in fact my highest mark on the big national high school exams was for greek! also i told you about my amazing latin teacher :')

DREAM JOB?

man i don't even know anymore. for the longest time i thought i wanted to work in academia but now im doing a phd and im seeing all the uni politics up close im like... man... all of you people and your made up rules and your cronyism and toxic power dynamics and your hierarchies suck ass for real. but then idk what else id do bc even though i like museums that whole world is impossible to get into without literal nepotism so yeah. marry rich and set up something cool to popularise opera among younger generations? lmfao

tagging @garlandgerard @boogiewoogieweeb @croziers-compass @burrowingregg @tadpal @tideswept if you feel like it 💚🐢

#tagged

[writethatdown]

hi! i'm sorry to bother you, but you always seems to be able to listen, if you don't feel like awnsering either don't worry! i just needed to let it out ig. it's been weird lately, getting older, it seems like my friends aren't the same, maybe i'm not even the same, but still, it hurts so much? i get that feeling that everyone's doing their own thing, getting what they want, it's usually such important stuff, and i'm stuck here, with some silly hobbys that im not that great at but it just makes me feel so alive? idk, growing up is so fucked

hi love,

i am so sorry for this very very very late reply. i didn't make time for my tumblr for a few months and answering everything in my inbox is long overdue. of course you are not a bother! let me just dissect parts of your ask and answer them.

growing up is a crazy crazy thing. sometimes the pain of getting into adulthood can seem bigger than us. it is utterly confusing and it might feel like we don't have enough tools to get through everything, especially with people in our lives. suddenly the "forever" or people we see in our dreams start to fade and it's this bittersweet thing you can't stop. it's completely valid to feel confused, lost, and hurt by such experiences and i hope you have the strength to go through them, move past all of this and shed and evolve into more authentic experiences, goals, and people.

we attract people based on our value at that instant in time. and when values change, people who cannot either catch up or accept them will fall out. it's a sad thing. but that also means that new people are out there for newer versions of yourself!

i know you might have already heard that all adults are struggling in some way, no matter how proficient, capable, talented, and organized one seems, we are all in this massive maze of adulting, everyone trying their own strategies to find a path. it's true my love. i know it's hard to accept and the bad part seems that you can't possibly force yourself to accept something as well. you just have to let time make sense to you.

milestones, achievements, goals, the next best thing out there, everything and anything might scare you when you think long enough. especially like you said, seeing our once close friends making waves where you haven't reached yet. a gentle reminder that it doesn't decrease your worth, capacity for success, or your ability to any amount.

please don't disregard whatever is your silly hobby. please don't disown them just because there is no monetary benefit. society's chant of being good at your hobbies has instilled in us to make us hate the act of creation. do not let go of your craft, no matter how insignificant it seems to you or the world. if it makes you happy, it doesn't have to make any sense furthermore.

i know it feels tiring. i really want to insist on i know. and all of this feeling is valid. you will get there in time. make peace with this uncertainty and cultivate the belief that you'll handle whatever life has for you because my love you survived all bad days and every setback 100% by yourself and you can do it still. i am routing for you!

#shibu said #ask #loaf of advice

[redfoxdiary]

How to art with Adhd

This is something i've realized is difficult. Any job is difficult with Adhd. Staying on task is hard enough, task switching, and prioritizing is also difficult. There is so much to do, and so much that can be done. There is always something to do and Adhd brains put it in the all important or none...or wrong priority order entirely. Doing things daily is something that I found I can do for a few months at a time for a certain duration before it slips...and usually stays gone.

Im trying to get back into doing art and potentially making my own business out of it, which requires much self discipline...something that is tricky. What im going to try to do is create a backlog. Make lists of things that I want to get done, but give really general or long timespans to achieve these things. E.g monthly or even yearly. Not sure if this will work, but trying something is better than trying nothing. At least for me.

Remember ADHD has weaknesses for sure, but...it also has strengths, remember that time when you had to cram for school, a test, an exam...you got distracted an left it until the last minute, then by some miracle you passed or even did well? That time when you blitz cleaned your house because you were guilty and your parents were coming to visit the next day? Yeah, those moments. Some people, neurotypicals even...might spend months of daily self-disciplined study and still not achieve those things. They might cram and forget to do the one thing that was most important to get done. Believe and trust in your own intelligence. We have lived our lives falling, and learning to catch ourself, to keep up with the rest of the neurotypicals around us. We've learned how to catch up usually very quickly and in as little time as possible if we fall behind. Out of necessity. We had very good deductive reasoning and learn very quickly. E.g you got called on by the teacher/boss to answer a question at work/school. You have literally a few seconds to figure out what is going on because you weren't paying attention, you see what page other people are on in their books, or you look at the board to get context clues, you remember the last topic you were all talking about and go from there. If you still can't find the right answer or question, you might probe a little more, reach out for the extra context clues you're missing give a thoughtful "Hmmmm" even an "im not sure" or "I was just wondering/thinking about that" and depending on the reaction you might be able to then deduce where everyone is at. You can then catch yourself up to speed. You not only just learned the information you missed out on while you were distracted or zoning out, but also ways, tools and tricks on how to catch yourself, and catch up in future...the more tools you learn, the faster you become at using them. Even the "weaknesses" can become strengths depending on how you look at it. I might hyperfocus on research about one particular aspect of art, or get distracted and watch videos on art which then turns into videos on gaming or cooking...again though...is that really a loss? One day I might want to draw food, and i'll use that information as reference, or maybe I might want to do pixel art and 3D graphics and watching youtubers playing a game will show me what they most enjoy, and how they navigate a space, what they're drawn to explore, where there eyes are attracted to, what evokes emotions from them about what they're seeing. For me, I treat everything as a learning experience, and no knowledge is useless knowledge. Just because I am not using it right now, doesn't mean that I will never need it. There's absolutely no way I could possibly ever know that its useless and i'll never need or want to use it :)

[rize-is-writing]

greetings and salutations, hope I don’t bother you too much by sending in such a random ask. may I please have a romantic matchup for bsd?

I’m 19, I use they/them pronouns and I’m pansexual. my myers briggs type is INFJ and my star sign is taurus.

Im about 4’11..not to happy about it. I’m kind of introverted, and can be considered not a people person. I find life a little nihilistic. I’m into dressing in all black and taking a liking to gruesome and morbid things like slashers, analog horror, death games, true crime, necromancy and anatomy. I typically consider myself a "gorehound". I also like to visit abandoned places just for fun, along with playing quite a few escape rooms. I just have a genuine comfort in the uncomfortable.

I’ve come to the conclusion I just scare people off. In reality, I’m intimidated by everyone around me and find it hard to start taking, which may or may not come off as rude to people.

when I become comfortable with someone I start to become really sarcastic and joke around with them with witty banter. most of my humor comes off really insulting, but I’ll apologize and say it’s a joke if it becomes a problem. even though I do have a hard time understanding physical social cues.

lots of people don’t like me or stay away from me because of my rude behavior. I’m not good with overly sensitive or overly annoying people at all because of that, and I can’t stand kids. Idiocy can get on my nerves too sometimes. I’m a huge animal person though. I have my moments where I can get really feisty, or very quiet and closed off. I’ve been told I’m also a laidback person. I’ve also been told I never know when to quit, and I find I hold grudges for certain things.

I’m the type of person that has lots of opinions on things but I keep them to myself and bottle them up. If pushed far enough I’ll become unforgiving, and aggressive. especially with the types mentioned above.

I find the most comfort in just being in my room drawing, listening to music ( pierce the veil, deftones, system of a down, slipknot, rob zombie,,, sometimes the radiohead, insane clown posse, jazmin bean or mother mother, etc. ), or even occasionally playing video games, reading, writing, or talking about a random conspiracy theory I have. I do acting in my spare time as a small hobby too, and I’m learning how to play electric guitar.

I’m a plushie maniac and when I fall asleep you can always see me cuddled up to one of them. I find it because I’m really touch starved. Im also a caffeine addict, and I’m guilty of being very submissive- and a bit of a pyromaniac. Someone more dominant would be ideal. I dissociate or daydream a lot, so you can often catch me starring.

I suffer from a handful off mental and physical syndromes like adhd, insomnia, asthma, depression and anxiety. These have all been diagnosed professionally, and I’m definitely not trying to make myself "quirky". unfortunately health problems run in my family.

I’m very fidgety, and often bite the inside of my cheek or bounce my leg rapidly. you don’t need to rocmantasize this stuff ofc, but I think it’s good to know so the person can tolerate me.

you do get to this, thanks for your time. <3

I found your match! Come to meet them, c'mon c'mon!

You hit the the jackpot.

Yosano as we all know has a love for the gruesome and gore, I'd totally agree that she would be enthusiastic about it with you, if her enthusiastic way is something you like of course. But I'm afraid she knows too well how it is the insides of human body, and is too happy to be able to...

As you want, she is a more "dominant" partner. I would say more assertive, the first to worry about your health in any situation and probably when out with you has already everything ready. As a doctor herself she understands the importance of health as foremost, and your care is important and not something to be "tolerated" as if it was a bother, simply to be supported and cared for in more critical moments.

(hope I am not romanticing ir though, the least I want to do is to make my readers uncomfortable. If I did, do not hesitate to call me out on it, and I willing edit this immediately!)

Definitely a bit fussy around your pyromaniac tendencies and your caffeine addiction, not really supportive on them- even though that might be hypocritical given how easy bottle is for her, and her little questionable hobbies to dissect her friends... I just hope bad arguments don't raise-

Anyway, Yosano as we know is quite the fashionable person so I think she would definitely make the most of your style for you, buying clothes and such (and have an excuse for you two to go out). Would find your love for plushes adorable so expect maybe some extra ones for your collection.

As for your general behavior around people, I don't think Yosano would be much of bothered by it, knowing her maybe sometimes will even back you up or laugh at some jokes (especially if about gruesome stuff) but if it goes too far will be the first to step in and talk to you. She is mature, and would be aware that you don't mean any harm in what you say, so in this case comunication is simply the key, as always.

#bungou stray dogs matchup #bsd matchup #bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs yosano #bsd yosano #yosano x reader #matchups

[variousincorrectxreader]

Hiii! Can I have an arcane matchup please 🖤

She/her,bi.

I'm 5'6, mixed (half white half black) so I have light tan skin, really short brown curly hair, hazel eyes and glasses.

Personality: I am very empathetic, always trying to keep the people around me happy (even if I'm not in the end) I hate disappointing people so I can over work myself sometimes. Mostly I am kind and polite, but a I get very sassy moments (I can also be very sarcastic). Im also kind of reserved when I first meet someone and it can take me awhile to show my fun, goofy, happy side to them Aquarius, infj I like reading books, writing, listening to music (mostly kpop). I also like to go exploring like in the forest or even abandoned places I also love cooking and baking (more so baking tbh) my favorite song is girls (by girl in red) or sharp objects (by sorn) sometimes I stop in the middle of talking because I think I talk to much (I've been told many times that I do so I just try not to really talk in a way)i play with my hands a lot, I have a really high pitched (idk sorta cute?) sneeze, I can be very clumsy (I literally tripped on air once😂) when I do something scary my hands shaky after I've done the scary thing (if that makes any sense)

Hello there! Sorry for taking so long, I'm just busy with a very important 4 part internal so things are backed up right now, but here it is! I also saw the “I’m 16″ thing in my inbox so it’s fine <3

I pair you with...

Vi! Okay, hear me out. I asked my friend about it, and they said Caitlyn and I initially thought Caitlyn as well. But the more I thought about it, the more I realized you’d probably vibe a lot more with Vi. At first she sorta thought you were weak, but your empathetic nature, and clumsiness got to her, and kinda triggered her “must protect” instinct.

Shes (surprisngly) patient with getting to know you, she knows what its like having a hard time properly opening up, once you begin showing your happy/goody side, she just feels her heart swell

She knows overworking is terrible, so shes pretty stern with you, sometimes forcing you to get rest.

LOVES being snarky with you when it happens, much to the chargin of Caitlyn

girl, shes so keen on trying all the food you make. Please feed her, she will be so happy to test stuff out for you

She notices your shaky hands after going through something really nervewracking/scary, so it doesnt take her long to put the pieces together, she doesnt really know how to help, but she tries anyways, maybe teaching you a breathing technique, or just hugging you till you calm down.

You guys listen to girl in red all the time, theres no convincing me otherwise, she loves the songs, legit will fall asleep in your arms while listening to GIR.

Vi would like dates where you guys go our exploring, but she wont mind if you would rather stay in and just read, shes happy to listen to you rant (Even outside of dates, dont be afraid to talk to her about anything and everyhing!)

She finds it so funny how you seem to be able to trip over anything, but will always catch you/pick you up.

She sometimes throws you over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes, you cant change my mind.

She has the sweetest nicknames for you, ones like Cutie, or Nerd, maybe even baby or sweet cheeks (Ekko makes fun of her when he sees her being soft, so does Caitlyn)

LOVES YOUR SNEEZE. She thinks its so cute <3

Girl, she is in LOVE with your hair and glasses. Calls you her nerd

#matchup #arcane #arcane x reader #vi x reader

[fairieboywhump]

The Basement

alright well i Wasn't gonna come back and post again but yk what i have a good support system and anon is off and im doing it anyways.

important: this takes place in the evil zander au, where daniel king (zander) was raised amongst the evil rich bastards who own human pets and becomes one himself, married to nicholas. enjoy this twisted bullshit 

zander and nicholas belong to @spookyboywhump

TWs: pet whump, locked in a basement/intense isolation, choking, punishments, manipulation and dehumanization, use of the words “master” and “owner” and one reference to nsfw. read at your own risk!

~~~

"Get out." Nicholas said sternly, shoving Cathal roughly out of the office. Cathal stumbled into the hallway, catching himself from falling with the wall opposite. "Go find something to amuse yourself while you wait for your owner. I am not it." 

Cathal blinked a few times as Nicholas slammed the door shut, hard enough to make him flinch. He stood there for a moment staring at the wood, unsure of what to do before walking away; lest Nicholas open the door again and see him standing there open-mouthed and criticize or punish him for it.

He would find something. There… had to be something,right? Something to keep his mind off the horrible, aching loneliness that sat in the back of his throat and churned his stomach. He found himself wandering the house somewhat aimlessly, tracing his fingers across the wall as he walked. Every moment spent alone was painful; reminded him of those awful years he spent locked up alone in Clement's house, staring at the sun out the window and hoping for something to get him out of there. 

Daniel liked to take him outside. Cathal loved to be outside, to sit in his arms in the sunlight and feel so wanted and loved and safe. Maybe he wasn't entirely safe, but it was certainly better than Clement. 

Clement… Cathal's mind wandered to the basement, the awful dark and the horrible smell, the way his eyes peeked out from unwashed hair. The last time Cathal had seen him, he had been beaten so severely, he thought that he may never be forgiven. And left there, muzzled and abandoned and so fucking scared. Clement had shot daggers to the back of his head all night, as if he hadn't been trying to defend him, spare him just a little bit of mercy. Serves him right for trying to help such a wretched person.

He really had loved him once, though. He thought they could be happy. He thought they loved each other. Foolish, he knew, but he really had realized too late. 

Cathal found himself quietly making his way over to the basement, one foot absentmindedly in front of the other until he stood in front of the door, wondering if this was worth the risk of upsetting his owners. 

He pushed the door open. It couldn't be that bad, right? He just wanted to look at him. Just wanted to see. 

The first step creaked just a little when he put his weight on it, and in the sliver of light, Cathal could see some of the horrible things that were kept there to keep pets in line. He stepped back, reconsidering for a moment. Could it be that bad? It certainly was the last time. But the last time, he had tried to defend Clement, he wasn't going to this time. Just look at him… well, and he did have a few questions he had been wanting answers to for years now. 

He pressed on. Down the stairs, keeping the door open just a little for some light. He just wanted to talk. 

Clement eyed him wearily as he approached, squinting hard to try and make out who was coming towards him without his glasses. Once bright green eyes seemed dimmer, whether that was the darkness of the basement itself or Clement having been broken down so far past his pride, Cathal wasn't sure. 

"What… do you want…" Clement croaked. "Shouldn't you be bent over some motherfucker's desk being his little fucktoy?" 

Cathal's lip curled, and he glared down at him. "I wuh-wanted to talk."

"Well I don't." 

The two of them stared at each other. Both of them knew Cathal could stay there if he wanted, and Clement had always had a problem holding his tongue, so if he really wanted to start a conversation, he could. Clement glared at him from his spot sitting on the floor, just barely able to make out the pale skin, colourful collar and ash blond hair that he recognized as Cathal-shaped. The other two were much harder to make out, both of them being around the same height with dark eyes, short, dark hair, and almost always wearing black jackets of some sort. He relied mostly on voices to tell them apart. 

"Th-this is all your fault anyways, y-you know that, right?" 

"Do you think I don't fucking know that?! You think I don't spend every goddamn day in this fucking hellhole losing my mind because it's all my fucking fault?! I caused all of this, I don't get to see the sun, I barely get to eat, I haven't not had a collar and chain around my throat in fucking months, and it's all. My. Fault. I know." 

Clement jerked forward as he spoke, sticking his chin out the same way he always had when he got angry. Cathal took a step back, panic rising in his chest at just the sound of that voice again. As pathetic as he looked now, he had been Cathal's owner for almost seven years. Apparently, the hurt lingers. 

"Y-you, you don't sc-scare me." Cathal announced, and Clement laughed. 

"That's the funniest fucking thing I've heard in months. Right after you step away, because I raised my voice- and you can't possibly handle that, no. Pampered and spoiled and still a scared little bitch." He sat back against the wall, rolling his eyes as he spoke. 

"Sh-shut up!" Cathal whined, crossing his arms over his chest and stepping back again.

 "You said you wanted to talk, it isn't my fault I'm still not what you fucking expect." 

The two of them froze at the sound of the top stair squeaking, and Cathal could've sworn his heart stopped. Heavy footsteps echoed through the basement as someone descended the stairs, and Clement pushed himself as far against the wall as he could, praying the darkness kept him at least somewhat unnoticed. 

And the lights flicked on.

"Fuck," Cathal heard Clement mutter under his breath, just quiet enough that whoever had just come downstairs wouldn't be able to hear. 

"Puppy?" Daniel called, and the colour drained from Cathal's face. Oh no, no no no no, Daniel would be so angry to find him here. And as much as he wanted to run, Cathal found himself frozen to the spot. 

"Puuuppy?" Daniel repeated, in a sort of singsong voice. "Where are you, baby?" 

The basement was large enough that if he moved fast enough, Cathal could potentially give the impression that he had never gone near Clement, that he was down there for something else- 

Daniel stepped into view, and his expression hardened at the sight of the two of them. "Puppy," He said, his tone harboring a disappointment that shot like ice through Cathal's heart. "What are you doing down here." 

It wasn't a question. There was no room for explanation, and the three of them knew it. Cathal fell to his knees, eyes welling up with tears already. 

"I-I'm sorry," He cried. "I'm sorry, I- I'm sorry sir, I'm sorry Master, I'm sorry-" 

His owner grabbed him by the face, forcing him to look up with his chin held between Daniel's thumb and forefinger. Cathal looked up at him, and before he could apologize again Daniel slapped him, hard enough across the cheek that he fell to the floor. 

Cathal curled up on himself, arms protectively in front of his chest, and sniffled as Daniel stepped closer to him. Daniel grabbed his collar, pulling him up off the ground and to eye level. Cathal's toes barely touching the ground. 

"What did you say to him." 

He dropped him to the floor again, and Cathal barely caught himself before his head connected with the cement. He scrambled to kneel again, just like he was trained to, and looked up at Daniel once more with wide, tearful puppy-dog eyes. 

"I-I'm- I'm sorry-"

"I don't want to hear you apologize. Tell me what you said to him." 

Cathal stared down at the ground for a minute, trying desperately to calm his breathing at least somewhat. 

"I- I," He started, grabbing onto the bottom of his shirt and beginning to pick at the fabric. "I, I told, t-told him it, it, it's a-all his f-fault… c-cus, cus-" 

"What else." 

He whimpered at Daniel's unforgiving tone, shrinking in on himself slightly. "S-said, said he- he d-doesn't, doesn't, d-d-d-"

"Come on." Daniel ordered. Cathal flinched, shaking and beginning to hyperventilate again. 

"I- I, I'm sorry! I'm sorry, please, t-told him he d-doesn't, doesn't sc-scare m-me… 'nd… 'nd, t-told… told him to, to sh-shut, shut up…" 

Daniel seemed to soften ever so slightly, sighing as he looked down at Cathal. "Puppy, baby. You're not allowed to come down here. Not by yourself. What made you want to disobey me, puppy? What made you want to be bad?" 

Cathal whimpered. He looked down at the floor, then at the wall, back to the floor and again a few times. Daniel frowned, and crouched down in front of him, grabbing his chin and forcing him to look him in the eye.

"What were you a bad puppy for, love? Answer me."

"I- I- I- I j- I just, I just g-got, got l-lonely. W-wanted… s-somebody to t-talk to…" Cathal whined, giving his best helpless little puppy eyes in the hopes he wouldn't face too harsh a punishment. Daniel was so good to him, but he could be vicious, and the idea of him unleashing that on Cathal again was almost too much to handle.

"Why didn't you go sit with your master, baby?" 

Cathal's eyes filled up with tears once more, and as he bit his lip and presented Daniel with quite an impressive pout he sniffled, thinking about how he had been shoved from the office and chased away over and over again throughout the day. "H-he," Cathal whimpered, his chin shaking. "He didn't- didn't want me too! T-told me to, to l-leave him alone…"

"Aww, poor love." Daniel chided. "You're still not allowed in the basement though, baby. You know that, right?" 

Cathal nodded sadly, knowing that no matter what he said, or how sweet and innocent he tried to look, a punishment was coming, and he was going to wind up in a lot of pain for the next few days. 

Daniel's gaze hardened again when he looked past Cathal, seeing the way Clement pressed himself into the wall in the hopes of not being noticed. 

"You." He said, standing up. He snapped his fingers and pointed in front of himself, signalling for Clement to come forward. Instead, he seemed to try and push himself further into the cement, his heart pounding in his chest as he did. 

"Please, no…" Clement whined, which didn't seem to phase Daniel at all as he grabbed him by the collar, unclasping the chain that kept him connected to the wall. Daniel threw him to the ground in front of Cathal, who flinched and jumped back when he did. Clement glared at him for a moment before his cheek was pressed into the floor, Daniel's boot on his head keeping him on the ground. 

"Y'know what happens when you're bad, puppy?" Daniel asked, looking at Cathal shaking in front of him. "What happens when you disobey me? People get hurt." He shifted to put more weight onto the leg holding Clement down, which was met with pained whimpers from the man. He sounded pathetic, frankly, and the sound turned Cathal's stomach. He didn't want to see this. 

Clement only stayed on the ground for a few moments more before Daniel got off of him, and grabbing him by the collar again, shoved him roughly into the wall. Cathal could practically feel the air being knocked from his lungs, something he had experienced countless times before, and although it was Clement, he could hardly bring himself to watch. Daniel slapped him once, twice, a third time and then again, over and over, held up against the wall by his throat and hit until Cathal could barely tell if his face was red from the repeated impact, lack of oxygen, or simply humiliation at being treated this way. Possibly all three. 

He wanted to make Daniel stop, tell him to please do anything else, but his memories of the last time, and knowledge that Daniel could likely think of a hundred worse things to do prevented him. Cathal wiped his tears away, watching Clement be treated like a punching bag by his Daniel through weepy eyes. 

In all honesty, by the time it was over, Cathal felt sick. He couldn't tell you half of the things that he had watched be done to Clement, nor begin to process his horror at having been the cause. When Daniel threw Clement to the floor in front of him once again, and Cathal looked at the bloody, pathetic mess of a man that he had once so adored, his first instinct was to cry. And although Clement glared at him like he was the devil for it, he couldn't help himself. The tears simply refused to stop. 

"Oh baby," Daniel sighed, pushing Clement out of the way to kneel in front of Cathal and wipe his tears away. He took his sweet, devastated puppy's face in his hands, looking into those beautiful tearful blue eyes and smiling gently. He wiped away a line of salt from Cathal's cheek with his thumb, pulling him forward ever so slightly and kissing the top of his head. "Baby, my love, my sweet sweet puppy. It's alright, it's over darling. You're my good boy again, y'know that? You're so good for me." 

Cathal sniffled and nodded, trying hard to keep his sights on Daniel and not Clement shaking in the corner of his eye. He let himself be pulled close and held, didn't fight or argue or pull away when Daniel carded a hand through his hair and rocked him ever so slightly. It wasn't comforting, in fact the opposite - the juxtaposition of violence and tenderness never failed to make Cathal's head spin. 

Daniel pulled away from Cathal after a few moments, leaving him to sniffle and wipe at his face as Daniel dragged Clement back to the corner and clipped the heavy chain to his collar. 

"Come on, puppy." He said after he had. "Let's get you back upstairs where you belong, alright love?" 

A simple, vacant nod was all that he needed to see before he picked Cathal up, and the boy peeked over his shoulder as they walked away. Clement glared at the two of them, shooting daggers until the very moment the lights flicked off and Daniel carried his puppy up the stairs. 

#evil Zander Au #welcome to my twisted plates #sjgerujghfuhgjgfh #my ocs #allens ocs #my writing #cathal #clement #nicholas #zander

[leftdestiny-posts]

So I want to write something but idk how to go about it

So I’ve got an acquired brain injury and while it differs from person to person, most symptoms are similar to the people who have one. 

I (unfortunately) got injured all over my brain. The neurologists believe I got small bleedings all over the place - I did not hurt my brain on one side only - BUT this results (for me) both long term and short term memory loss/problems. The first 1 or 2 years (idk how long it was but the beginning) people had a hard time coming to terms that I forgot everything. I basically got memory wiped and due to the injury on my brain I continue to forget everything. (This is really sucky for myself, if I dont see my dad for like 3 weeks idk what he looks like and it makes me feel really guilty but luckily the people around me know I dont do it on purpose)

So I have this immense fear of forgetting things (like important ones lmao). Your emotional memory is stronger than your “visual” (don't know the word for it rn, but as one remembers something with more than just a feeling) one, so I tend to remember things where I had strong emotions. For me its negative > positive - I'm more likely to remember bad memories of people than the good ones (best I can do is try to write stuff down and to not forget that I wrote it down (spoiler: i always forget))

Hmmm,,, lets say someone approaches me. I haven't seen them in a year and I’ve fully forgotten who they are and what they were to me. It’s a really unsettling feeling because this stranger knows me. They know my behavioural patterns and the average person tends to remember small facts about persons even if they haven’t seen each other in a while (the whole ‘catching up’ thing doesn't work with me) So ye. not the party I want - you can imagine how I get jumpscared because a ‘stranger’ knows what I did last year and what my fav food is (and i dont even know what my fav food is)

But sometimes I have this feeling of despair in my stomach, and because I'm missing those memories, I'm unable to place why I’m feeling it. It’s scary because when it happens in a situation where a person approaches me I know I’m missing something. Did I do something to them? Did they do something to me? Are they bad? Why are they familiar with me? What am I missing? So, sometimes I know people are bad, but I’m unable to back it up. 

in internet its better but in real life this is really spooky

Halloween special? maybe. I wanted to write amnesia characteristics somewhere but I don’t know how to fully go about it. 

It could be unsettling things but there are ‘wholesome’ things as well. 

People I see daily often hear me talk repeatedly about upcoming events I’m excited about - because I forget I already said it to them. 

My enthusiasm stays as strong as it was and 9/10 people let me ramble on before telling me I already told them. It’s awkward af to me (yall making fun of me? probably not but it still feels like im the only one not included in the joke) but people say its nice to see me react constantly / honestly, since my approach and behaviour didnt change

I honestly fall in love with the same things once in a while. I fully forget them and when I rediscover it I am fully enraptured by it (once again)

Oh, not to forget those stupid moments where I blank out:

Me: ye I drove across street 88 today and I saw this gorgeous periwinkle...

me: ...

friend: ???

me: ...

me: ???

me: so weather nice, huh?

Speech problems are usually a daily nuiscance as well. My brain therapist has met this one guy that was fully unable to talk, so im very fortunate, but still. I prefer chatting much more than talking because ill forget the word ‘tree’ and it’s so embarrasing and stupid but I know the word - im just unable to say it and aaaa

So yes. I will write something, just unsure what and how. Spooky or wholesome? we’ll see. I have too many wips so I had to write this off of my chest before it confusmed me.

If you actually read this

Idk why you did but hi! :D now you know more about me ig

#note to self

[sortagaysortahigh]

hi lex :) i’m just here right now cause i need advice. saying this knowing i sound like a preteen; there’s this guy. i met him at a party and at first i wasn’t interested in him at all because he told me he was an athlete and i’m not super fond of sports guys. i just feel like they have big heads a lot of the time and when i found out he was a lacrosse player (and a starter at that, but i feel that it’s important to mention he didn’t say that, his friend did) i was like SOLID NO. lacrosse is huge at my uni and a lot of the guys on the team have complexes. but my friends and i were hanging out with his friends and him and we starting talking which is harmless right? anyways i know i now sound like a woman with weak morals but he was actually really sweet and down to earth and so we exchanged numbers. we hooked up several times for a few weeks (by several times i mean a lot. not to get too graphic or anything but it was FANTASTIC (and i don’t give out a glowing endorsement such as that one generously, considering i almost never orgasm with guys. but with him? every time we hooked up, it was rare for it to happen only once). anyways we were both just fooling around which i was fine with right? it’s not like i was falling hard at first or wanting to be anything more. but a few weeks down the line i sort of kinda really started to like him. spending more time with him proved to me that he really was sweet and kind, and really funny. im someone who talks a lot about my interests and goes on rants all the time and a lot of the time guys and even girls check out when i start talking but he’s never like that and i know that sounds like a bare minimum but there’s so many things about him that are boyfriend material. a little while ago, he texted me and said his roommates were going out for the weekend and asked if i wanted to spend the 3 nights at his place. at first i thought he was just inviting me to a 3 day hookup fest but we did so many other relationship type things? like don’t get me wrong we fucked many times on almost every surface/ in every room of his apartment (i’m sorry) but we also watched movies and went on walks and ate a shit ton and just hung out. it’s feeling like friends with benefits now, something i’m strictly against because i prefer to keep feelings out of casual sex, even platonic. but when we’re together i feel like we act like we’re more than friends? even though i sometimes am confused and conflicted after i always have such a good time with him and even though i said friends with benefits we do so many couple type things like he calls me babe almost ever time he addresses me and there’s always pda when we go out together and even we’re alone there are those touches that you don’t have with something you’re just hooking up with u know? anyways i’m sorry this ask is so long i’m just trying to set the scene. the issue is that i’m genuinely so conflicted because i feel like we’re both falling for each other but i’m scared of where we’re going next. either we stay like this, take the next step forward or just fizzle out. i don’t want to do the first or third option because i’m catching feelings and if it doesn’t go farther i can’t keep doing the casual hookup thing because i’ll just keep falling and it’ll be so painful when it ends. but i’m also scared to move forward with him because although there are no official labels i feel like that’s what we’re doing. we’re moving forward. still, i’m scared because a part of me still worries that he’s gonna hurt me somehow. i’m also pre-med so i barely have time for a relationship. i sort of shut down the idea of dating during my degree in my head but i don’t know if i want to stand by that rule anymore. he asked me to come to his game this friday and then go out and then spend the night at his place. i’m deciding that i either have to say no and end this or go into friday ready to move forward. so, advice? 🥲

Ok so something I tell my friends in similar situations all the time is if youre already doing relationship-esque stuff without the label ans youre both putting forth the effort to initiate whats happening between yall then both of you have time for a relationship bc a label doesnt change shit, all it does is enforce boundaries while making things “official”. My biggest thing w you in your situation is I’d say go friday and then talk to him about your feelings BEFORE HAVING ANY SEXY TIME, and depending on his reaction it’ll either be great or break your heart but its better to spend that time with him first and cheer him on at his douchey lax game and let him basically see that you made time for this and for him and then waited to have the serious talk so he didnt have anything heavy on his noggin until after the game. If you end up heartbroken its better than stringing yourself along and allowing yourself to fall deeper into a hole. Good luck bby and i hope things work on in your favor ❤️

#askies #nonnie

[httpiastri]

Hiii Love!

Gosh, I haven't been here in a while! I hope your doing good!

I actually managed to watch the race last Sunday, which is the first race I have watched since the summer break. That's so crazy 🙈 but I am just trying to get the most of the nice weather before it just starts to rain all the time here.

I am so so happy about choosing to do the year abroad, and even though sometimes there are harder days (like when my au pair kids do the opposite of what I tell them to do) and it gets frustrating, I love this work and the country and the kids of course! One of them was all cuddly today and didn't wanna stop hugging me 🥰

But the race was so good! Even though I am very... unsure what to think about Carlos as a person, I love love love Carlando and the teamwork at the end of the race was everything!! Gosh, I was so nervous!

I was planning on watching the race on Sunday as well, because it's early in the morning before I could go out, but now it turns out I am going out the night before and won't be home till 3 am 🙈 I really don't think I'm gonna be able to keep my eyes open to watch or even get up. How did I do this back home??

I don't know if I missed anything because I haven't read all of the asks, but did you come to a decision about your University? Just if you wanna talk about it :)

Also, I read that you were struggling a bit about a writer's block and I just wanna say that just starting is the most important thing, even if it might be absolute bullshit! You can always improve it later! Hope it resolves itself soon and you have more time to write as well!!

-✨

hello love! i’ve missed you!! i’ve been doing good, how about you? <33

aw im glad you got to watch the race, it was a good one!! not just the boring old “max verstappen wins by 64 seconds” race 🤭 i’ve been kinda unsure about my feelings about carlos recently too but i can’t say no to carlando, such an iconic and lovely pairing 🥰 just wish it had been swapped around so lando had the win!

but yes you’re right for enjoying the weather and spending time with the kids! i’m really glad you feel like going away to be an au pair is the right thing 🥺 since i work with kids too (they’re probably a bit older than yours, though?…) i really get you, it can be annoying at times but it’s also so much fun. and a cuddly child 🥺😭 that’s so sweet awwww i’m so happy for you about this whole thing 🫶

oh god if you’re up that late then it indeed would be hard to stay awake 😩 good thing you can always watch it later! and i hope you have a great night out 😁😁 idk how i’m gonna survive it either, i really wanna catch up on some sleep this weekend… why couldn’t this weekend be a later race 😔😔

about uni, i ended up not going and instead i’m taking a course in journalism at another university! it’s only once a week though, so i’ve been working these last few weeks. first time i’ve ever worked an actual 9-5 job for more than like two days 😵 i’ve done so many other types of work but this is new territory. it’s quite alright so far! the only problem being that i never fall asleep until 1am at the earliest, so i never get a lot of sleep :/ well well!

you’re very right, always when i get a block i just sit down and force myself to write either way. i have barely had any time at all to write these last few weeks tho so i haven’t gotten around to doing it. i did manage to sit down last night though and had a good writing moment! but it was at 2am so my work today is going to suffer from it 🥲 thank you love!

i hope you have a great weekend sweetheart 🥰🥰

#love hearing from you <333 #asks! #anon! #✨!

[allthingsfook]

Hi!! could I have a ship pls :)

i’m 5’5 with auburn hair & blue eyes

I am a bit of a home body. I enjoy spending time with friends, but doing simple things. im not into going to bars/ clubs. I more enjoy using quality time to watch movies/ thrifting/ get a quiet dinner/ go shopping/ drive around. I really enjoy being outdoors whether that’s at a beach or in the woods. I really love live music.

Going to concerts has always been a huge part of my life and I plan to do it as much as I can. it’s just as important to me as the idea of traveling. i’ve done a lot of traveling so far and plan to see as much places as possible in the future! I’m not huge into tourist locations, I enjoy the more quiet and unknown parts of the world.

I am a very passionate person. I take my relationships and interests very seriously. if anyone I love has been hurt I try to be there to help and defend them. same goes for things I enjoy. I will defend it against anyone that tries to tear it down. I could go on and on about things that mean a lot to me.

thank you in advance <3

Heyyyyy! I’m finally getting to your ship on this fine Friday evening while I’m at my sister-in-laws bachelorette party 😂😂

I ship you with….

Josh

I think Josh is the homebody of the boys, even with how bubbly he is. He often retreats from the camera, which makes me believe he lives in the moment. Documenting his every movement is extremely shallow in his eyes, and he’d rather spend all his time doting after you 💕 Due to the nature of touring and —well— just being a musician, Josh values his time at home. And that means staying home! I know he recently said that he doesn’t spend a lot of time in his home and it’s rather a pit stop on his way to somewhere new. After strengthening your relationship, Josh would quickly learn that home is a feeling, not a place. If he feels that with you, which he so would, he’d go wherever you wanted him to; something tells me that is just spending time together at home. And I don’t believe for a second that he fears domestication…. I think he’s longing for it. Be his home ❤️

On the other hand, traveling for leisure is something Josh would love. He’s so obsessed with learning about the world, so I could easily see you guys flying all over for weeks on end; learning new languages, trying new food, meeting great people, and most of all— spending time together. Although you are not one for going out, I think you’d be game for going to a small, local place to catch an up and coming artist perform. Josh and the boys would keep their ears open for just the opportunities. You’d all share laughs and enjoy the music, but don’t think you’ll escape into the night without some fans coming to awe over the boys. True that’s something you’d have to deal with, but Josh would be the most supportive and reassuring partner. He’d give you sweet praises and attention after the fact. After so long, it wouldn’t even bother you.

Your generosity, kindness, and compassion are huge things Josh would fall for. Much like you, Josh is so thoughtful and loving toward his intimate circle. I’m sure you’ve seen all the thoughtful and caring gifts he’s given to his vocal coach, the special bonds he shares with his parents, and most notably the love he has for Daniel. If that’s how he treats his family, imagine how sweet he would be with you! He might not always physically be at your side or there to buy you flowers in Valentine’s Day, but the cosmic bond that the two of you would share would overthrow all of that. From across the country or globe, his love would be felt.

I hope you enjoyed the heartfelt ship. Josh is such a special person and it’s an honor to witness and be part of GVFs prime. All of them are insanely beautiful inside and out!!!

#greta van fleet #gvf #gvfships #gvf moodboard #songships #peaceful army #josh kiszka #josh gvf #jake kiszka #jake gvf #danny gvf #danny wagner #sam gvf #sam kiskza