#not kidding when i say my docs look a little scary

[tiddygame]

i’ve stared at this for so long that i now hate it and think ive lost all concept of how to write so take this and get it out of my google docs

the introduction is rough and the medical depictions (and accuracy/realism) could use some (a lot of) work but whatever! here it is, my vague yet still oddly specific idea of how the face reveal would go in @myriadblvck ’s streamer au:

tw: description of a panic attack? i think?

[this takes place post first irl meet but before they’re officially together]

imagine ghost has a glasgow smile but on one side they carved a little too deep and left some nerve damage. time and surgery helped, after which he could eat unimpeded and talk without a lisp, but there's still some facial nerve damage and/or skin contractures from scarring, specifically around the corner of his mouth.

now, everytime he smiles, be it shit eating grin or a full genuine joy filled smile that not even grumpy mcgrumperson could hold off, it always looks wrong because one corner doesn't raise fully like the other.

everything else is fine, there isn’t any facial paralysis, he just smiles… wrong. especially since only one eye properly squints when he smiles, giving him the look of someone who got stuck mid wink.

if he wants to look “normal” (or as normal as he could get it) he has to manually squint his other eye. still, it always felt weird; you don't realize how much those muscles affect the rest of your face until they're gone.

it's why he learned to always wear the mask.

when his expression is neutral, you don’t really notice it. if you can see his mouth when he talks however, it’s obvious that there’s something wrong. he wouldn’t say he’s necessarily ashamed of the scars and damage itself, but it’s the stares that are the worst. before he started hiding behind it, people would openly gawk or even glare at him as if he was some ne’er-do-well gang member that got what was coming to him.

he still remembers the cosmetic surgeon that had been talking to him about fixing the contractures— the whole appointment was a fucking nightmare. the cuts had healed nicely enough especially considering how bad it could have been; he was lucky to only need a little cosmetic help. the only reason he was there was so he could fucking eat food without struggling to open his mouth.

the doctor spent god knows how long breaking down everything wrong with his face like he was a fucking car mechanic lying about how dirty your filter is. the guy constantly mentioned that while he was under, they could also fix his jawline, do a rhinoplasty, trying to break him down to agree to more work.

he was already fuming my the time the doc brought up how kids would react. asking ghost if he wanted to scare children since “you cant expect the little youngins that are still learning about the world to not get scared by something scary,” and that “even some adults would cringe at the scarring.”

what stuck out most was the condescending smile he had when he said it. as if he was pointing out the obvious and ghost was being stupid and shortsighted by not agreeing.

he declined everything except what was medically necessary. the procedure went fine and after an aggravatingly long recovery period, he could eat solid foods again without issue. but the comments still stuck with him.

…okay, maybe he’s a little ashamed.

scaring kids with your face doesn’t feel good and being reminded of everything you’ve lost when you try to smile can really fuck you up in a way words fail to describe.

so yeah, he hates it. he’s gotten used to the mask, both skull clad balaclava and simple medical mask, being a permanent layer of armor. even now that he’s a bit more comfortable in his own skin it still feels wrong to pull it off.

when he gets close to soap, it still feels like a layer of vulnerability that he’ll never be prepared for.

the first time he let soap see his face, there hadn’t been any grandiose build up, no extravagant planning.

simon had arrived just a few hours earlier. he hated commercial flights with a burning passion but it was always worth it to see johnny.

with soaps twin out of town for the week, he had decided to take leave to spend time with his friend, a friend that he most certainly did NOT have a crush on (a disclaimer roach and gaz heard everytime they started snickering over ghost taking leave.)

johnny had cooked something nice and simple for dinner, saying that simon had spent too long with MREs and deserved real food (ghost only agreed if he was the one washing the dishes, soap had laughed and told him he's not so kind as to let him off the hook for chores).

when they ate, it was always in the living room with johnny taking care to always stay angled away from simon, never trying to catch a glimpse, regardless of how much he wanted to see what was under the mask. the obvious gesture of kindness and respect for his boundaries always left him feeling all weird and fuzzy inside. but, then again, johnny seemed pretty good at triggering that feeling in general.

their finished plates were on the coffee table and johnny was watching whatever dumb movie he had put on. he was pretty sure the man spent more time talking over it and making fun of everything than he did actually watching it (it was simon’s favorite way to watch a movie.)

ghost however, was watching soap. thinking.

in the end, it was an impulsive decision made after a strong three seconds of consideration.

“you uhm— you can look by the way,” ghost stared at the can of soda in his hands, immediately regretting the words.

“what?” soap didn’t fully turn, just shifted slightly to hear him better. a simple gesture to show he was listening without turning to face him. it normally made simon happy to see that johnny was more than willing to accommodate for his boundaries. now though it made him feel stupid for robbing johnny of a normal face to face conversation, a normal human interaction, just over his idiotic insecurities.

“my face, you—,” he felt his heart block his airway and tried clearing his throat before continuing, “you can look if you want,” christ he wanted the ground to swallow him whole. why was he getting so fucked up over this?

“are you sure?” he hadn’t turned yet, but ghost could see his pensive expression from here. this should be nothing. realistically, he knew johnny seeing his scars wouldn’t suddenly make him hate him… right?

“yes.”

but it was more than the fear of hatred, wasn’t it? he was scared that johnny would see him. see more than just the scars, see all of the ugly idiosyncrasies and insecurities laid bare. afraid that johnny would see the truth of how unlovable he was.

jesus he was getting so fucking worked up and dramatic over nothing.

ghost didn’t look up. he made an effort to not focus on his peripheral vision. he heard soap turn, heard the intake of breath. the silence was loud only for a second. then, deafening white noise surrounded him, inescapable, suffocating.

fuck.

he didn’t regret giving permission but god did he regret everything else; the stupid scars, the stupid nerve damage, the stupid way he had managed to fall for someone so fucking good like johnny while he was unequivocally unworthy of his love.

stop being so fucking dramatic. you are not together, never have been and never will be. reality was blatant in front of him but it didn’t stop his heart from foolishly hoping.

he heard soap stand and walk closer. saw from where he was still staring a hole in the can his feet step in front of his. saw johnny’s hands raise. he took a deep breath in, closed his eyes, and with a great deal of effort didn’t flinch when soaps fingers grazed his cheek.

both of his hands came up to cup his face, holding him and ever so slightly tilting his face up, giving him the chance to pull away. he didn’t. he may be a coward but he wasn’t backing down.

ghost eventually opened his eyes to see soap staring at him with wide eyes. he looked away, staring off to some point on the right. he hated not knowing what soap was thinking.

they stayed there for a while before soap broke the silence, muttering, “i fuckin knew you had freckles.”

it was stupid but it shocked a laugh out of ghost. he meant to drop his head, embarrassed that something so dumb made him laugh, but accidentally just pushed himself further into soaps hands making him blush.

he looked up and saw soap staring even harder than before. the chuckle died in his chest.

“do that again.”

ghost just gave him a confused look.

“smile.”

such a simple request, a one word sentence, but it set his face ablaze. his breath caught in his throat, somewhere around where his heart was still trying to choke him.

…he hadn’t thought it was that bad but soaps reaction indicated otherwise. fuck. was his it that awful? he wanted the ground to swallow him whole. this was stupid. he was stupid.

“simon,” of course, one word from johnny and it felt like he could breathe again.

“please?”

fucking goddamn soap and his stupid fucking puppy dog eyes and the way he has ghost wrapped around his fucking finger without even realizing.

ghost smiled. there was no real mirth, more a grimace than anything else. he just wanted to get this over with.

soap was still staring at him, his thumbs tracing his lips, following scars, drawing imaginary lines between freckles… if he wasn't so terrified it might have felt nice.

“Christ,” ghosts heart cracked more, “you weren't lying when you said you were beautiful.”

ghost huffed a laugh and went back to staring off to the right, the fake smile dropping. of course soap would try to lighten the mood with a joke.

his panic fled as quickly as it had consumed him, now just left sitting in soap's living room, face still cradled in caring hands, resigned to his mistakes.

he felt so tired and johnny's hands felt so inviting.

“i wasn't joking,” soap looked…upset? angry? wait— fuck, what’d he do?

ghost stared back at soap, confused and tired. soaps nails felt the grooves of the scar, catching where the skin was raised and lowered.

“you don't have to lie, soap. im a grown man. I'm not fragile. you don't need to coddle me,” ghost said it like it was a joke, hoping soap would laugh along and that this would all just blow over. that tomorrow morning they could forget this ever happened.

“are you calling me a liar?” soap’s brow furrowed. great. instead, he had managed to make everything worse and piss off soap as well.

ghost took in a deep breath, giving himself another shot at calming things down, “no, I'm not. I think you're lying, but you're not a liar,” he stood and stepped to the side, grabbing their dirty plates and walking them to the kitchen sink, “you just don't want to upset me, it's fine. I get it. you're a nice person but you don't have to lie to spare my feelings.”

“I am not fucking lying!” as per usual, all ghost had managed to do was make things worse. there’s a reason he had decided to stick to the battlefield and give up on domesticity.

“well alright then. agree to disagree,” he turned the kitchen tap and started rinsing the dishes, waiting for the water to heat up. just walk away. end it there. let us forget about this stupid blunder and move on. please just leave it. please, please, please—

“no.”

the force behind it damn near made ghost drop the plate he was holding. he managed to set it in the sink carefully and turned to face soap, who was now in the kitchen as well.

“i— I'm not just gonna fucking— simon,” soap took in a deeper breath and went to continue but ghost was faster.

“johnny,” he interrupted, walking forward with his hands up in a gesture of surrender, approaching slowly.

one last chance to not fuck everything up.

“the fact is they're called deformities for a reason. they're not cute. they're not pretty. they're your body’s way of healing what it can and protecting what it can't. it's not meant to look nice, it's just—”

“bullshit they’re not pretty! says fucking who?” the genuine distress in soap’s voice and force behind his words caught him off guard. “simon—”

he huffed and ran his fingers through his hair roughly, pulling slightly at the strands. christ, ghost needs to shut the fuck up. every single time he speaks he just upsets soap more and more.

he needs to retake his hostage negotiations courses. clearly he has forgotten everything about how to diffuse a situation.

johnny takes another second to breathe and collect his thoughts before he speaks.

“simon. I know that— that ‘this’ isn't something that's going to fix itself overnight and I don't expect it to. but, ‘the fact is,’ I think you're pretty.”

ghost opens his mouth to disagree but johnny doesn’t let him.

“no no,” johnny put his hand over simon’s mouth, shocking him into silence. he blinks twice, stupefied.

“i think— no. I know you're pretty. cute even. beautiful is a given but obviously worth mentioning.”

his hand moved to cup simon’s cheek. ghost grabbed his wrist but didn’t stop him, wether it was a warning or encouragement he himself didn’t know.

johnny continued, unperturbed, “you disagreeing doesn't change that, right?”

there was a pause and simon realized he wanted an answer.

“johnny-”

“ah ah!” his hand moved back to cover his mouth, grabbing his face and shaking his head back and forth, over accentuating his words, “you disagreeing doesn't change that, right? yes or no.”

he stopped shaking him and moved his hand back to simon’s cheek. simon sighed, defeated, “yes. you are right.”

johnny looked smug, “good. and what do you say when i give you a compliment you don’t agree with?”

simon sputtered, “wha— i don't fucking know—”

“nothing! you don’t say anything!” soap looked way too proud of himself and he continued, “or thank you if you feel so inclined.”

“that was a trick question,” simon replied eventually.

johnny thumbed over his scars once more, again tracing them, “sure it was. now go take a shower.”

he patted his cheek twice and walked to the hallway.

“wait,” johnny probably shook the few remaining brain cells out of his head. “this whole conversation ends with you telling me that I stink?”

“yes. rancid,” johnny opened the door to the linen closet. simon was still in the kitchen. the tap was still running.

“no dipshit, do you not remember telling me that commercial planes makes you feel gross?” johnny threw a towel at him, which he caught just in time for johnny to hit him with a bath rag.

ghost had mentioned that… ages ago, he thinks. on facetime with each other, discussing the merits of bathrooms on public transport. he had said that enclosed, crowded spaces like commercial planes or buses made him feel, well, gross. how—or why—did he remember that?

“but… I’m supposed to wash the dishes?” a weak argument against the stubbornness he was faced with but simon had officially lost track of his mind and this conversation.

johnny shot him a weird look as he walked back towards the kitchen sink. simon still hadn’t moved.

“did you think i was being serious earlier?”

“yes???” he felt like he had been given a lobotomy.

johnny decided to take pity on him and explained in a soft voice that felt out of place, “i was being sarcastic. i’m not going to make you wash the dishes, simon.”

“but that was the agreement: you cook and i wash the dishes.”

johnny laughed as if he remembered something funny, “yeah, i lied.”

simon still stood there, trying to figure out if he had a stroke. johnny had been angry, completely pissed at him, but now was letting him off the hook and calling him pretty? what the fuck is happening?

johnny turned him and pushed him towards the hallway. simon could have resisted but his resolve always seems to crumble around johnny mactavish.

“now go shower, you beautiful bastard,” soap grabbed one of the plates out of the sink and started washing it with water that had probably heated ages ago.

ghost walked towards the bathroom, feeling like he was on autopilot, limbs disconnected from his brain. his cheek still felt… odd? weird? tingly?

it felt something from where johnny had grabbed it. ghost thinks… he thinks he likes the feeling, whatever it is.

he needs to sleep.

#ghost: i look like a monster :( #soap: OH NO HES HOT #[also the interaction ghost has with the doctor is based on real life experience both me and other family members have had lmao] #also also it goes w/o saying but this isn’t negative towards cosmetic surgery but rather the cosmetic surgery industry #not pictured: me having a full scale debate w/ myself over tagging the person this is literally for #look i have anxiety alright #ghostsoap #soapghost #ghoap #unreliable narrator #(soap is so fucking in love and ghost is so fucking stupid) #streamer au #streamer! au #streamer! soap #or is it #streamer!soap #god i hate tumblrs tagging system #my writing

[marvel-ous-m]

Eddie Munson’s Guide for How to Adopt a Jock in Four Easy Steps (3/5)

Part One

Part Two

Part Four

AO3 Link

A.N.- shorter chapter today, but the next two chapters make up more than half of the rest of my google doc! So I promise that it’s worth it, lol. Enjoy!

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“Eddie, I’m going to need you to repeat what you just told me, because I know for a fact that I didn’t hear you correctly. I couldn’t have.” Grant crossed his arms angrily, leveling Eddie with his best intimidating glare. 

“I know it sounds crazy, but I need you to trust me on this. Steve is… fuck man, he’s not in a good place, okay? So yeah, he’s sleeping in the Hellfire room right now. Before you come for my throat, I need you to think about this.” Eddie held out his hands, counting on his fingers as he went through his reasoning. “His parents haven’t been home in three months. Hagan abandoned him last year, Nancy broke up with him then hooked up with Jonathan Byers, Billy beat the shit out of him this weekend, he isn’t sleeping, he has no one. He’s an outcast, just like the rest of us.” 

“So this is the perfect opportunity to get back at him.” Gareth muttered under his breath, crossing his arms. 

Eddie turned to the youngest member of their party, raising an eyebrow. “I know that his type like to pick on you Freshmen, but that’s not how we do things here, Gar-bear.” Eddie sighed then, pinching the bridge of his nose. “It’s easy to get back at people in times like this, but that would make us no better than them.” Eddie turned back to the entire group then, shaking his head at the three of them. “You guys didn’t see him. It was bad… I mean, if I’m being honest, it was a little scary.”

“So what are you proposing?” Jeff finally spoke, looking up from where he was previously staring at the linoleum floor of the hallway outside the drama room.

“Just let him sit next to me and watch the game today. Be civil. Don’t tease him, don’t make snide comments- just don’t be assholes. If things go well after today we’ll talk about bringing him in permanently.”

“Permanently?!” 

“Eddie, I mean this when I say it, you are certifiably insane.”

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” 

“Shut up!” Eddie shrieked and held his hands up, effectively quieting the uproar from his group of misfits. “Just- look, if you fuck this up I’ll TPK this whole campaign- which, honestly, is probably more of a punishment for me because I’ve been working on this campaign for about a month, but I digress. Give. The guy. A chance.” 

Grant, Gareth, and Jeff looked at one another. They always seemed to be able to have a conversation without speaking (and that conversation usually was centered around some shit Eddie was pulling). Finally, Jeff nodded at Eddie. “Alright, we’ll give him a chance. BUT only on the condition that each of our characters starts with a rare magic item.”

Eddie huffed out a quiet laugh, nodding at the three boys. “Yeah, sure, whatever. I’ll add them to your character sheets before we start.”

Jeff blinked in surprise and looked at both Gareth and Grant, then back at Eddie. “Even though the magic items may not make sense with your campaign?” 

“You’re the ones asking for ‘em.” Eddie shrugged, then pulled the lanyard out of his pocket. “Okay, just gimme like, ten minutes, then you can come in.” As Eddie walked away, he could’ve sworn he heard the boys whispering about a giant crush and him being head over heels. Eddie scoffed to himself. He could never fall for Steve- what with Steve’s stupid big eyes and his floppy hair and his dorky polos. Eddie unlocked the door, rolling his eyes as he did. Him falling for Steve. As if. 

Steve sat up from his space in the corner when the door opened, instantly relaxing when he saw who it was. The jock rubbed at his eyes, humming sleepily. “Hey Eds. S’it time for Hellfire ‘lready?” 

Steve’s hair was a mess, his polo was sideways, his eyes were tired and a blanket was hunched around his shoulders. He was… actually kind of adorable. Eddie smiled at him and could’ve sworn he felt a flutter in his chest. 

Oh no.

Oh no no no.  

He had a crush on Steve Harrington. 

...Shit.

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A.N.: this tag list has grown so much! I’m sorry if I forgot to add you if you requested it or if you didn’t end up on here, there were some accounts that were giving me trouble. Thanks again for all the support!

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[steviesbicrisis]

The Choice is Yours, Steve Harrington

When Steve Harrington starts getting threatening texts from an unknown number, he tries to take matters into his own hands. Little does he know that every choice he makes could have major consequences. His choices matter, and so do yours. So, what’s it gonna be? (An interactive modern day AU! by @steviesbicrisis and @hairstevington)

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Ugh. Hargrove.

The guy was just - he really sucked, and Steve wished he was fucking gone. Now he was threatening Henderson? No way. Steve was going to settle this once and for all. Billy wasn’t going to mess with him anymore, he’d make sure of it.

Of course, Dustin was at the stupid concert. Steve really wanted to avoid it, but obviously he would do anything to protect his friends. He headed off to the Fairgrounds, practicing his speech to Billy the whole drive.

Listen to me, asshole. You’re gonna stay away from me and you’re definitely gonna stay away from my friends, or else. Got it?

By the time Steve got to the concert, it was winding down. People were pouring into the parking lot and speeding away in their cars. Steve knew that the kids planned on sticking around afterwards in hopes of meeting the band, so he figured they’d still be there.

It was kind of scary, being there alone at night. Robin was around somewhere, though, so that gave him some peace. He could probably just say her name three times and she’d appear beside him.

He continued looking for his friends as the place emptied out, feeling chills down his spine with every passing moment.

And then, he heard Billy’s voice. He sounded angry, as always. Steve followed the voice, puffing his chest out and trying to make himself look as intimidating as possible.

“Hargrove,” he said once he rounded the corner. Billy was alone, and he smiled the moment he realized it was Steve approaching him.

“Harrington!” he cheered wickedly. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” Steve rolled his eyes.

“You’re gonna leave us alone,” Steve demanded. “Me, Dustin, my other friends, all of us.” Billy smiled, fearlessly closing the gap between him and Steve until their faces were inches apart.

“Or what?” Billy teased between gritted teeth. “What are ya gonna do to me, Steve? You think you could take me down?”

Steve swallowed. Something about Billy always brought out his worst, most violent urges. Truthfully, Steve knew he wouldn’t win in a fight with Hargrove, and yet - he threw the first punch.

Steve’s fist clocked into Billy’s jaw. He laughed in response, then tried to hit back, but Steve dodged it. He was doing well at first - keeping up, at least - and then Billy got the upper hand.

Steve fell to the floor. Billy got on top of him. There was punch after punch after punch, and then everything went black.

When Steve came to, his ears were ringing and his head felt like it was going to explode. He’d failed. He’d come here to protect Dustin, and now who knew where he was or if he was safe? Steve sat up, and that’s when he saw that he still wasn’t alone.

Billy was on the floor across from him, sitting up with his back to the wall. He wasn’t moving. Steve couldn’t see much in the dim light, so he used his phone to get a better look.

Oh.

Oh, shit. There was blood everywhere, all stemming from stab wounds to the stomach and cuts on his arms.

Billy was dead.

Steve jumped backwards, falling over and skittering across the floor to get as much distance from the body as possible. This wasn’t happening. No, this wasn’t - who could have done this?

His shaky hand went back to his phone, which he’d dropped on the floor upon his discovery. He picked it up to call the police, because that’s what he knew he was supposed to do next. Even in his shock, he knew that’s what he had to do.

He dialed 9-1-1, and then his phone buzzed.

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[diagonal-queen]

The Flags in Highschool

♡ characters: Pianoman, Albatross, Doc, Lippmann, Iceman

♡ synopsis: What type of student would each of the Flags be in highschool?

♡ cw: Swearing, Lippmann is nonbinary cry about it, mentions of vapes

note: I have no idea where this came from. I guess my need for Flags content is taking over my brain lmao (I promise I won't only write Stormbringer content from now on I pinky swear) and I know I have tons of stuff still in my inbox from ages ago that you guys requested. I HAVE seen them and I do plan on writing them. At this point in time I'm just sapped dry of any inspiration, so sometimes I just need to get whatever I can. This time around it was flag shit. I apologise for the wait and I love all of you. Apologies for errors and I hope you enjoy x

Pianoman (the prep)

Definitely the leader of whatever student council is at the school he attends (unanimous vote)

He is always on top of his shit. He never gets detention, never turns in any late assignments, never gets into any fights

Has extra supplies for people who've forgotten theirs, from spare pens and pencils to spare tampons for the period-havers

Is the kid that your parents compare you to and say 'why can't you be more like him' (if your parents are anything like mine, anyway)

Helps people study and write notes for exams- he has a collaborative doc that nobody ever needs to edit because the notes are always perfect

Is the one that has to show the new kids around because he makes the student body look really good lmao

Hosts every single event, fundraiser, volunteers a lot

Though he looks like he knows what he's doing he definitely doesn't get enough sleep

So he has a very concerning coffee dependence- probably drugs himself up on caffeine to get through exam weeks (please someone tell him to stop)

He might be generally nice and an academic but he also has blackmail on basically anyone who's ever crossed him so...don't get on his bad side I guess

Albatross (the goofball)

The class clown that everybody loves even though he's a little piece of shit

Definitely bounces from clique to clique, cus he's friends with literally everyone lmao. Even the kids who don't even like him are willing to have him around

Is the reason why Pianoman began bringing spare supplies to school (he fully gets by by just borrowing other people's things)

Never wears his uniform correctly, and is always getting in trouble for it with his teachers, but he never changes anything

He skips classes ALL THE TIME and doesn't bother to hide it. If you have a free period and decide to go to the store for something you'll more than likely find him vaping out the front lol

(Sorry yall he just seems like the type of guy who vapes- I do not endorse the use of e-cigarettes. There now you can't sue me)

Spreads insane rumours about himself because he thinks it's funny, and then acts shocked when people ask him about said rumors

Always has food/snacks in class and teachers are far past trying to stop him from eating while in class

He's so good at P.E. it's kinda scary. He can throw, run, swim, kick...everyone wants him on their team

If there was ever a Matilda-style student uprising...we all know who's leading it lmao

Doc (the weird kid)

Okay when I say weird kid I don't mean 'kid who crosses your name off the list when you're nice to him'

I mean 'kid who sniffs glue and knows too much about WW2'

Doc is absolutely the type to get straight As without putting in even a LICK of effort. He just never studies, and he never helps anyone else study either

A bit of a wallflower, but he's by no means a bad guy. He's just kinda offputting at first

A little bit too enthusiastic about the science classes where he gets to dissect small animal corpses (he's really good at it it's frightening)

Brings his own lunch from home

Always in the nurse's office, he keeps other sick students company (he's exempt from P.E.)

He's like reverse gifted kid burnout- when he was younger he was a late bloomer but now he's one of the smartest kids in the grade

Even though people don't spend time with him they don't wanna get on his bad side because they know he's gonna become some world-renowned doctor after school and they don't wanna deal with that karma. Plus he's a little bit creepy

Nobody knows ANYTHING about his home life

Lippmann (the popular/theatre kid)

You might be thinking that 'popular kid' and 'theatre kid' contradict one another but you'd be surprised. Everyone LOVES this guy

The lead in every single school play regardless of what type of character they are (gender and body type mean nothing to him)

Also lowkey kind of a whore. He's probably dated most of his peers and yet they're all still enamoured with him

Probably has a super high follower count on Instagram (why are highschoolers so obsessed with Insta)

Kinda friends with all the teachers and so people call him a teacher's pet/tryhard (i'm TOOOOTALLY not projecting here)

One of the first kids to come out as queer (nonbinary) so he supports other kids and helps them with their own sexuality/identity

Though he mediates when his classmates fight, he secretly LOVES the drama and lowkey wants to be an enabler (but that would ruin his reputation)

Definitely comes from a rich family and probably helps fund the school- gets a lot of awards for nepotism reasons

Has tons of potential with his academics but never utilises it- he's more comfortable not studying and getting 80% than studying and getting 90%

Gets voted most likely to be famous in the yearbook

Iceman (the scary dog)

He's actually really good at school and gets pretty good grades. How does he do this? You'll never know

Always sits in the back of the class, but he's not bothering anyone back there so teachers don't care. In fact they'd probably rather have him back there because even they're kinda scared of him

Also knows a concerning amount about WW2, but it's less the gory gore stuff and more the war-y war stuff

Surprisingly good at humanities subjects. Never try to get into a political argument with him because he has his sources CITED

Though he's really scary and not many people would willingly approach him, he's actually really nice and gentle

Stands up for kids who get bullied and checks in on them sometimes

Scholarship kid

Likes loitering in the library and reads a lot in his spare time (he has tons of overdue library books to return)

If a bird or a bug or something flies into the classroom he's the one who's always designated to pick it up and gently guide it back outside

Always argues with teachers if they say homophobic/sexist/racist things and gets in trouble for it but doesn't care (a king)

taglist~ ♡ @gettinshiggywithit, @fyodorhatr, @flower-of-darkness, @bejeweledgirl

#bsd #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #bsd fanfiction #bsd fanfic #bsd ff #bungou stray dogs fanfiction #bsd hcs #bsd headcanons #hcs #headcanons #bsd pianoman #bsd albatross #bsd doc #bsd lippmann #bsd iceman #bsd stormbringer #stormbringer #bsd flags

[kekaki-cupcakes]

Yoooooo still curious and excited anon here!

Could I please request for a Jason Grace meeting and falling in love at first sight with a “bad girl/punk” demigod at camp half blood?

Bad girl in the sense of like rebellious, chaotic, the kind with motorcycles and black leather jackets and so if it explains the vibes better?

Idk it would be like fun ‘cause Jason is kinda the good boy of the group.

And idk he reminds me of a golden retriever.

Idk I tend to associate animals to ppl for no real reason.

If u were an animal which one would u be?

Sorry for the long ask!

Bye! Have a great day!

First time writing Jason so he might be a bit OOC but I went with a very oblivious lovesick golden retriever energy haha. Tiny bit of angst in there because you know, its Camp Half-Blood.

Big Brothers big sisters Best Friend

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Finding Thalia couldn’t be that hard, right? It wasn’t like she was the leader of The Hunters of Artemis, who were visiting camp, meaning she would be off beating the Ares cabin at games, or recruiting even more hunters with talk of immortality, toasting marshmallows every night, and Hawkeye merch.

Jason strolled through camp, dodging the spears being thrown as the Hermes kids ran past to the arena,  grass crunching underfoot and sun shining brightly. When the Hunters showed up, it was like an unofficial holiday for Camp Half-Blood, Jason’s orange shirt standing out in the sea of casual clothing and silver jackets. The [usually] strictly followed timetable for the day was more of a mere suggestion at this point, everyone preparing for an intense game of capture the flag, and a general prank war.

“Move along you little fuck nugget!”

There she was.

“Thalia!” Jason called, feeling the scar on his lips stretch as a grin broke across his face. His sister was yelling at a group of Iris kids, who ran off giggling a moment later. She sat back down behind the fold out table with a deep frown, which pulled on her eyebrow piercings. 

It quickly disappeared when she spotted Jason jogging over. “Little brother!”  

Thalia vaulted over the table, scattering leaflets into the wind as she picked Jason up in a hug, spinning him around until he was dizzy. “Woah, okay you can put me down now before I puke.”

She threw her arms up, cropped silver jacket catching the sun and nearly blinding him. He re adjusted his glasses and blinked a few times while she wheeled him back over to the fold out table, which was now a mess of papers, pens, and arrows. “Listen up fuckwits, this is Jason, my little brother, no maiming him in capture the flag or I slit your throats in your sleep, deal?”

Two hunters with undercuts and summer dresses didn’t bother looking up from the quiver they were adjusting on a daughter of Aphrodite. The girl at the table did though, after screwing up a sheet of paper and tossing it over her shoulder. 

Jason’s heart stopped.

Not literally, of course, but he would happily let the girl stab him with the knife strapped to her back, over the top of her leather jacket. He caught a glimpse of painted musical notes in a messy neon pink decorating the dark leather, and then realized he was staring. “Sorry, what?” 

“I was just saying imma maim you in capture the flag,” Thalia explained with a wicked grin.

Jason blinked, “weren’t you just saying-”

“Irrelevant,” Thalia cut him off, throwing an arm over his shoulder and yelling something to a boy with green hair a few meters away. Jason took the opportunity to take another peek at the girl, who was now popping a bubble of purple gum as she watched Thalia brandish a blood stained arrow at the crying kid. 

His eyes skipped from a crown tattoo around her arm to the chunky doc martens poking from underneath the table, then to her eyes, which were on him. Shit. Jason looked away with warmth in his cheeks, hoping the girl hadn’t realized he was blatantly staring at her. How could someone look that scary and still be so attractive at the same time?

Hot people should be approachable, so he didn’t have to hide behind his sister with wide blue eyes, like he was now. Thalia ran a hand through her spiky dark hair, blue streaks flicking around, and Jason finally remembered why he was actually here, apart from wanting to stare at the girl who’d slipped white headphones over her head and gone back to the clipboard. 

“Thal’s, Chiron wanted to talk to you, something about knives?”

“Shit,” Thalia grumbled, folding her arms. She glanced up at the big house and then back at the girlTM. Then a smirk spread across her face, probably clocking the pink dusting Jason’s face. She was just so…nice looking. Jason could stare at her forever.

“Her mum’s teaching her to ride a motorbike, she wants a doberman, and she graffiti's.” Thalia said, clapping Jason on the shoulder with a cocky wink. “lLso a swiftie, don’t tell her i told you though. Good luck!”

“Huh?” Jason whimpered, his shoulders falling as his sister left him in the sign up area with a bawling green haired child and a lot of scary teenage girls. “Wait, no come back-”

He stood there for a minute, glaring at Thalia’s retreating figure, who was hiding knives underneath rocks as she went. He tapped his fingers on the table, trying to look casual as his brain drooled over the lip piercing the girl had. WHY DID SOMEONE GET TO LOOK THAT ATTRACTIVE?

She pulled her headphones down around her neck and looked up at Jason with a brow raised. She had sharp eyeliner and a low voice. “So like, you gonna sign up, or…”

“But… I’m a guy?”

“I don’t assume,” she shrugged, eyes lidded, and popped another bubble of purple gum. 

Jason felt his heart drop through his stomach and land in the grass when he realized what the girl would be doing here. He hoped his voice wasn’t wobbly as he spoke. “You’re a hunter?”

“Nah,” she grinned, leaning back on the fold out chair and propping her chunky shoes on the table, dirt smearing on the sign up sheet. “My mum’s Tyche, Thalia asked me to stand here and increase the chances people will sign up.”

Jason thought for a moment, trying to remember who Tyche was. His brain still thought of everything the roman way, figuring out who deities were was a headache. She blew another bubble, and it popped on her face, which she pulled off and stuck on the bottom of the table without a second thought. “Fortuna for you, goddess of chance, dispenser of good and ill fortune.”

“You know I’m roman?” Jason may have focused on the wrong part of the conversation. All he got in return was a smirk and a shrug. SHE KNEW HIM?

She watched him for a moment, probably wondering if he was sunburnt, and then got to her feet. Jason realized he was way too far gone once he found out she was taller than him. “I’m teaching arts and crafts next, wanna help?”

“Yes.” 

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Jason had been tricked. How it only occurred to him once he was standing in the middle of the arts and crafts supply closet, arms full of stolen spray paint, he didn’t know. 

One minute he’d been helping this really cool girl, and the next minute Malcom Pace was opening the door with wide gray eyes. “You’re the one stealing all the cans?”

“There is a perfectly reasonable explanation for this,” Jason started, hoping it would give him enough time to think of a perfectly reasonable explanation. Nothing came to mind, so he called on his roman roots and lifted his head high, hoping he didn’t look like a deer in headlights with a spinal problem. 

“I’m stopping the thief.”

Malcolm just stared at him, moving out of the way as Jason sidled past him into the room filled with ares kids and glitter bombs. “If whoever’s stealing all the paint doesn’t know where it is, then they can’t take it. Chiron asked me to take it all to the big house until he figures out who’s stealing it.”

“It’s totally the Stoll’s, who else would be drawing penises on my cabin?” 

Jason blinked. He had not come prepared enough for the spray cans stealing expedition, but to be fair he had no idea he was stealing until he saw the sign saying ‘ask permission from Butch or Malcom to use. “Well yes, but are you gonna dob them in?”

Totally something that would happen at Camp Jupiter, if somebody was stupid enough to steal the paint in the first place, but Camp Half-Blood was a little different. Malcolm snorted. “No, it’s hilarious. But if you see Connor, tell him to do the Ares cabin, Clarrise stepped in my waffles this morning.”

“Will do,” Jason managed to mutter, and then strolled through the arts and crafts center like he was supposed to be there. He nodded at one of the Athena kids who was sculpting a statue of an anime character, and then ducked his head as he left. 

When he made his way around the back, he saw the girl who’d tricked him, without even thinking that he could get in trouble. “Hi!”

She just blinked in shock, her jaw dropped. SHE HAD A TONGUE PIERCING. Jason grinned as he dumped the armful of multicolored spray paint canisters in her arms. “I got them!”

“You- that was a trick you tiny punk!” She laughed, and Jason felt his face heat up as he noticed the sparkle in her eyes. “How did you pull that off?”

He ducked his head and shrugged. “I dunno, I guess people just assume I’m doing stuff I’m supposed to do?” 

Jason had to look away when she bit her lip, teeth clicking with the silver metal ring looped through the right side of her bottom lip. “I like you.”

“Thanks.” His voice cracked.

“You’re mine now.” She stuffed the spray paint cans into a satchel jingling with pins of various bands and slogans, then looped her arm through his, yanking him along as they made their way to the horseshoe shape of cabins. 

Jason grinned as he followed happily, looking up at her smug expression. She stopped outside the silver cabin, and Jason faltered when he saw that one wall had been painted over with a dull shade of gray, then overlapped with a beautiful mural of the night sky. Constellations glittered as if painted with stardust themselves, and drip lines ran down the arrows the girls in the painting were holding. 

The tallest girl had a serious expression, long thick hair tied back in a plait that flowed over her shoulder. The brightest set of stars were wrapped around her shoulders. One arm was gripping the shoulder of a girl Jason recognised.                                                                    

He had never known her, but he recognised the small smile and the slope of her nose, the color of her hair, he recognised her because he was friends with her little brother. “Is that-”

“Zoe and Bianca.”

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Thalia stomped her foot in the dirt and scanned the muddy clearing again. Where was he? 

A battle cry echoed through the woods, and there was the familiar screech of the monster, but then she heard Clarrise yelling, so they had it under control. Her blue flag, which was safely protected by Phoebe and a new recruit, was about to be joined by its friend, the red flag, securing the hunters win and furthering their streak.

“Jason?” She called. He was on the hunters team, only because cabins weren’t really supposed to split up, and like hell Thalia was fighting her hunters. 

Naomi stomped up, her quiver empty, and someone was screaming in the distance. “Have you seen that Tyche girl who’s supposed to be giving us a bigger chance of winning? Where is she?”

“Yo, guys! That blond jock’s getting the life snogged out of him behind Zeus’s fist!” Another new recruit fell out of a tree, binoculars in her hands as she grinned. 

Thalia smirked. “Dad will love that.”

»»————-　★　————-««

#pjo fandom #pjo #heroes of olympus #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #nico di angelo #Jason grace #Thalia grace #hunters of artemis #jasongrace #jasongracexreader #Jasongracexyou #jasongracexpunk #Tyche

[silverskulltula]

Get to Know Me Tag Game

I was tagged by @sanguinerosie ! thank you!!!

1. are you named after anyone? Partially after my great-grandfather, who passed away before I was old enough to remember him

2. when was the last time you cried? I think after a stress nightmare I had about half a year or so ago

3. do you have kids? no lmfao, not very into the idea of ever having them either

4. what sports do you play/have you played? never played sports but I did jrotc in high school (fell into it freshman year because I had to pick between it or PE and ended up liking it and making a lot of friends through it.) I ended up in charge of academic team and also did a little bit of drill and rifle team senior year

5. do you use sarcasm? p often

6. what’s the first thing you notice about someone? a huge part of my job is triaging people and being the first person to put eyes on a new patient so while I'm listening to history/getting vitals I always pay attention to someone's expression and overall body language when they're meeting me for the first time. so much of my job is constantly meeting new people but I'm an introverted anxious mess outside of work

7. eye color? blue

8. scary movies or happy endings? I love horror but I'm not big on lots of gore or shock value just for the sake of it. I like to be scared by something, not to watch something that's trying its hardest to be as edgy as possible

9. any talents? I can't think of any natural talents because inside I kinda believe I'm overall pretty mid at everything. but for skills/pursued interests/career related talents, I think I've gotten good at making first impressions with people, knowing what to look for when doing assessments in the ER, that I've seen a wide enough spectrum of things to be able to broadly anticipate order sets, and have also picked up enough overall skills to be self-sufficient re: my own labs, IVs, bedside skills/assisting docs, knowing what to grab for this or that, etc. I'm casting a very wide net here but I guess what I'm trying to say is that I'm comfortable in my specialty, I get how it works, I like what I'm doing, and it's all a result of putting in the time actually gaining experience to get where I am now. So not "talent" but time I've put into my career.

10. where were you born? the midwest. I went back to visit my mom every year but she passed away almost 2 years ago now. I have more family around there but I don't think I'll be going back as often anymore.

11. hobbies? gaming, music, sci fi, but I also want to get into biking more and start going to local renaissance faires and such to get out more

12. any pets? one cat, she's a polydactyl cat and she chose me as her person since she was a kitten

13. height? 5'8"

14. favorite school subject? biology

15. dream job? I love the ER but one day I'd like to make the jump to a non-bedside job in healthcare for the sake of my own physical and mental health. something like informatics or biomed where I could still apply my experience to work on process improvement or things like that. I absolutely do NOT ever want to teach (at least not nursing)

The game says to tag 15 but I'm gonna tag as many people as I can think of so feel free to participate if you wanna, no pressure! apologies if I miss any mutuals/anyone, this is also an open invitation for you to answer if you want!

@batgirlfangs @cinsynate @whats-ursine @memetrash-coyote @clumsyrubicunda @undacvr @tsdo @pumpkajelly @azurecrucis @themushroombat @revotheus @jinglebellrockstars @pk-nexas @raspbrrytea @bigbassnospace @alolabraixen @skeezels @rexiedemibunny @zucktales @piraticoctopus @fruity-bats @astralikacastle @bussywhipped @pocotippy @raichuunosuke @xxx---sink----xxx @tolovedolliedearest @icyfloridian @hamcubes

#texttula #begging for forgiveness if i missed any mutuals or followers please play if you wanna regardless

[me-myself-and-my-fos]

Trick and Treat

Pairing: Sam Abrams x Nic Blake

A/N: Happy Halloween!

Warning: brief depiction of nudity and sexual acts (not explicit but implied)

“Let’s do this last street and then we can go back home. She’s getting tired,” Nic told her husband, readjusting their daughter in her arms. Despite Joan’s drooping eyes she still managed to drum the side of her mother’s head with a glow stick they got from a particularly frugal neighbor a few houses down.

“You’d never be able to tell from the way she’s acting,” Sam replied, amused at Joan’s obsession with the glow stick. It was going to be impossible to get it away from her come bedtime.

“And whose fault is that?” Nic gave him a pointed look. “You let her have candy.”

“It was a few M&M’s. I finished off the bag.”

“Still, you’re on bedtime duty tonight.”

“Sam? Nic? It’s good to see you two,” a familiar voice said, and they looked back to see Natalie walking up behind them, her son holding onto her hand.

“Hey, Natalie. Owen, nice costume! Captain America is always a great choice,” Nic greeted.

“Thanks!” Owen gave a toothy grin.

“Sam, I didn’t expect to see you in a costume.” Natalie had a look of amusement on her face. “Are you supposed to be Doc Brown?”

“Frankenstein, actually,” Sam replied, thankful that the dull street light was able to hide his red face. The last thing he needed was people at work learning he wore a wig with his Halloween costume. Or that he dressed up.

“I'm the bride,” Nic added. “And Joanie here is our little monster.” She tickled Joan’s stomach and made the toddler giggle.

“Aw, a family costume. How cute.” Natalie grinned.

“Do you and Owen want to join us? We’re just going down this last street,” Nic offered.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to intrude–” Natalie began, but Nic shook her head.

“I insist. It’ll be fun. Right, Sam?” Nic looked to her husband who sighed.

“As long as you promise not to tell anyone what you saw,” he said to Natalie.

“Your secret is safe with me,” she assured him. Sam gave a nod as a silent thanks and Nic gestured to the street filled with parents and children going door to door.

“Shall we?”

The group began walking down the street, Owen leading the charge excitedly. As they approached the first house, porch light on and decorated like a graveyard, Nic handed Joan to her husband. The toddler wasted no time smacking Sam in the face with the glow stick. Natalie and Nic both laughed.

“She really likes that glow stick huh?” Natalie asked as Owen followed Sam up to the house through the yard.

“Oh yeah.” Nic nodded. “She got it about three houses in and refuses to let it go.”

“At least it’ll keep her entertained.”

“I give it a few days. It reminds me of when she was obsessed with Sam’s work badge.”

“Is that he was late every day for a whole week?” Natalie asked.

“Yep. She refused to give it up every morning. I think it was her way of trying to keep him from leaving.”

“That’s so sweet. I have to say, since Joan was born Sam’s been a lot more mellow at work.”

“Mellow?” Nic snorted. “I never thought he’d be described as mellow.”

“Mom, look at the candy I got!” Owen shouted as he ran up to them with his bucket. Sam followed behind, Joan’s hand tugging at the crazy gray wig.

“Wow, that’s a nice one!” Natalie beamed as Owen showed her the full sized Hershey’s bar.

“Let’s get to the next house before Joan rips this thing off my head,” Sam said tiredly, gently pulling his daughter’s hand away from the wig.

“Trick an’ treat!” Joan shouted, holding the glow stick up above her head. “Trick treat!”

Walking a bit further down the street, Natalie and Nic stopped at the driveway of another house. This one was decorated like candy land. Not exactly scary, but the kids were delighted by it. Sam headed up the driveway with Owen and Joan, and Natalie looked at Nic.

“Is there a reason Sam is the one going up with Joan and not you? I just thought you’d be trading off.”

“Oh.” Nic shook her head. “I haven’t been trick or treating since I was about Joan’s age. Some jerk down the street from where I grew up thought it would be funny to scare a toddler. So I’ve sort of been scared ever since.”

“I had no idea.”

“It’s not something I really advertise. Besides, it’s always more fun handing stuff out to kids. And whatever’s left over we get.”

Natalie nodded. “Yeah, Sam did mention you guys were just going to leave a bowl on the porch with a note.”

“I doubt there’ll even be a bowl left.” Nic chuckled. “Where’s Will? I thought he’d be out here with you and Owen.”

“He’s working the graveyard shift.”

“Oof, Sam’s told me those on Halloween are the worst. He did everything he could to avoid it tonight.”

“Mommy!” Joan called out, giggling as she ran down the driveway towards her mother.

“Joanie, careful.” Nic scooped up the toddler as she reached her mother. She looked up at her husband as he approached with Owen. “What are you wearing?” Nic asked her husband.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he replied seriously, though trying to keep a smile from forming as he stopped in front of her, wearing a pair of plastic glasses with fake eyeballs dangling at the ends of springs.

“Oh my god.” Natalie laughed, then Owen appeared.

“I got some too!” He said excitedly, wearing the same glasses as Sam.

“Uh oh, one of us is going to have to change,” Sam joked. Nic and Natalie rolled their eyes in amusement before heading further down the street.

By the fifth house Joan had fallen asleep, head resting on her father’s shoulder as she drooled on the costume scientist coat. Sam and Nic bid Natalie and Owen a happy Halloween before quietly heading home.

The candy bowl was still there, along with the note. Nic grabbed it as they headed inside and Sam went up the stairs to put Joan to bed. When she was finally in bed, out of her costume and into pajamas, Sam headed towards the bedroom.

“I’m glad to finally get that damn wig off.” Sam walked into the bedroom, looking through the open door into the bathroom. Nic had changed into her night clothes and was in the process of brushing her teeth. “It itched like hell. Reminded me of when my brother brought home lice and gave it to the whole house,” he mumbled, peeling off the layers of costume.

Nic laughed through a mouthful of toothpaste before spitting it out. “You should’ve let me do your hair with that spray and some gel.”

“And risk residue staying in my hair and outing to my colleagues that I dressed up for Halloween? I’d rather die.”

“Either way, you look good with gray hair,” she teased. After rinsing her mouth out, she began to floss, and when she did she felt a pair of arms on her waist before she was pulled against Sam’s chest.

“Y’know, Halloween isn’t over yet. There’s still time for you to have a treat,” he whispered into her ear.

She hummed as she continued to floss. “What kind of treat?”

“Your favorite.”

“Ooh, Twix,” she joked, throwing the floss away. “What about Joan?”

“Already in bed deep asleep, so that means I’m all yours tonight,” he told her, kissing her cheek and trailing down to neck. “And you’re all mine.”

Smiling, Nic bit her lip and tilted her neck to the side. “So that’s the kind of treat you had in mind,” she teased.

“These night shifts have been killing me. I’ve missed you.”

“I can tell.” Nic grabbed his arms and unwrapped them from her waist before facing him. “Show me how much you’ve missed me,” she said, pulling him into the bedroom.

“Sam?” Nic prompted as she rolled on top of him. She kissed him lazily, feeling his fingers run through her hair.

“Hmm?” He hummed in response.

“Would you do anything for me?”

“Anything,” he responded, free hand grabbing her waist to pull her closer.

“Anything?” She smirked. “Even buy that Christmas tree I want?”

Sam paused, opening his eyes to look at her. “What?”

“You know I’ve been bugging you about it,” she chuckled. “Was that not what you were expecting me to say?”

“I thought you were going to ask about renovating the kitchen,” he replied. “Or doing the thing. Not the tree.”

“So you’re more okay with me asking to spend possibly thousands on renovating the kitchen than you are spending a hundred dollars on a new Christmas tree?” She quirked a brow, pushing up to rest her forearms on his chest.

“I thought it would be something we need.”

“Oh you don’t think we need a new Christmas tree?” She challenged. Nic began to move off him to get out of bed. “Let me show you how un-tree-like our current one is.”

Before she could get out of the bed, Sam already grabbed her waist and pulled her back in. She fell back onto the mattress, her husband on top of her.

“You can get the tree,” he told her.

“Really?” Her brows perked up.

He nodded. “If we can do the thing.”

Nic grinned, threading her fingers through his hair. “Sounds like a deal, Dr. Abrams.”

Tags: @hyperionshipping @the-dark-fae-and-her-fos @canongf

#mywriting #🧠 #otp: from lab partners to life partners #reblogs are appreciated #bad for crow

[spacecadet-ticklesinspace]

Your peter headcanons were so adorable and accurate ;_; ❤️

...Doc ock headcanons pretty please... 👉👈 (if you want to ❤️)

(Of course Anon :) if I have forgotten anything, please let me know ❤️)

I love Otto, but his headcannons were so hard to write! The man has like three different moods when it comes to tickling someone:

The Scary Side:

*motions you over* "I'm going to get you good."

Two words to describe this side: Quick and lethal 😳

If you antagonize him enough, this side comes out very quickly.

Will chase you down, but not in a goofy, silly way.

I'm talking a permanent smirk as he keeps right on top of you.

"You can run, but you can't hide."

And then when he catches you: "Well, well, well, look what I've caught in my web today."

Very much going to pin you down and tickle you silly cause you annoyed him.

He's not afraid to have his actuators help pin you down.

He will immediately go to your bad spots, no fooling around from him.

Isn't brutal as a Ler, but does give rougher tickles.

Is scarily good as flustering someone with his tickling with comments like: "I know you're blushing behind that mask." "You better hold that shirt out of the way." "Aww, I got your sweet spot." "You sound so apologetic when you're laughing in my face."

Rib counting. Just rib counting from this side.

And the drilling fingers too.

If he's using it to get you to apologize for something, good luck.

However, once he's done tormenting you, he'll give you a hug and make sure you're okay.

Then he'll explain why he did it.

He's rougher, but he doesn't want to over do it.

And absolutely no chance of tickling him back.

You will leave ultimately exhausted.

The Goofy Side:

*grins* "Here comes the tickle monster."

Two words to describe this side: Playful and fun 😁

If you get this side, you get a rare side of Otto.

He's usually a more stoic father figure individual so seeing this side is a treat.

And he usually rivals Peter 3 in the way of goofy tickle monster when this side comes out.

He will do the silly tickle chases when in this mood.

"Fe! Fi! Fo! Fum! I smell the giggles of a little ticklish one"

Has the biggest teasing grin when he does too.

Catches you in a bear hug before tickling you to bits: "I'm gonna get youuu!"

The biggest teaser when this side tickles.

He will coo and say things like: "Aww, look how adorable you are." "Those sounds are music to my ears." "If you weren't so adorable, I wouldn't hahave to tickle you as much . . . Who am I kidding, I would still tickle you." "Ihim just giving you a hug, you're the one too ticklish for their own good."

Not into using baby talk, but will use teases.

Nuzzles are one of his favorite tickle methods when in this mood.

Sometimes ticklish kisses, but those are more his Peters than anybody else.

He will occasionally give raspberries too, but he's out of practice so he doesn't do them often.

His actuators are sentient and will either join him or give him ideas to try.

This will be a longer tickle session, but you have more of a chance of fighting back. (Look down below for those :))

Once he's done, he will usually ruffle your hair and give you a big hug.

Very loving and just wants to make sure you're okay.

The Father/Grandfather Side:

*chuckles* "Ohokay, c'mere."

Two words for this side: Loving and sweet ❤️

This side only comes out for those he is very close with (Rosie and the 3 Peters)

The most physically affectionate out of his three tickle sides.

He'll usually just pulls the person he's tickling into his lap or to his side and gives them gentle tickles.

"Now where are those giggles hiding?"

And when he finds them: "Thehere they are."

He will make loving comments like: "I missed that smile." "You are so precious to me." "Well look at you."

Will give a lot of kisses and gentle tickles under the chin.

He will occasionally do that thing were you rub your nose against a baby's face and make the clicking sound with your tongue.

When in this side, his favorite form of tickling to give is nuzzles, but especially neck nuzzles.

He just finds them super goofy and affectionate and just loves to give them.

You can tickle him back too, but fair warning, you'll earn yourself more nuzzles.

At the end of it, he just holds you close and tells you how much he really does love you ❤️

And if you try to deny it, prepare for another round of loving tickles until you do.

"Now do you know how much I love you? No? Well let me show you."

For being tickled:

While the three Peters are walking tickles spots, Otto doesn't have very many.

Atleast . . . Not very many that are known.

It's hard to tickle him because he's more Ler than Lee and will tickle back if attacked.

Rosie found all of them shortly after they got married because she just had a way of knowing.

She would often whisper ideas to Peter 2 so he would know where to attack if he ever got into a tickle fight with Otto.

However, she didn't tell Peter about all of them.

One of his most ticklish spots is definetly the back of his ribs. (highly ticklish)

That's one spot he and Peter 2 have in common.

When you get his ribs just right, he is bound to snort.

And he will wheeze if you get his bottom most ribs.

His sides are also a very ticklish, and you just might get a squeal if you're lucky.

His neck is a giggle spot for sure, especially the nape of his neck.

Another thing he and Peter 2 share in common---he never had a raspberry growing up.

He didn't even know what those were until Rosie introduced them.

The 3 Peters suspect he might have ticklish feet because of a innocent stroke from a curious actuator and a feather, but because he wears slippers all of the time, they haven't been able to try it themselves.

His actuators are sentient and they have tickled him a couple times, but can't do it often cause they're attached both physically and mentally to the person they're trying to tickle.

#otto octavius #tickle headcanons

[spacedhead]

homestuck reread #7: a5a2 part 3

this is so fucked up.

but hey check it out. vriska went goat mode

okayyy merry christmas and happy new year to everyone reading. never too late for a happy new year

look at roseee shes serving so hard rn. but unfortunately she is talking to doc scratch. which is something one should never do. especially if one is a light player he really loves to torment light players for some reason

look at how cool jade looks here i would wear the shit out of this outfit if it wasnt approx. 1 trillion degrees in my location. keep slaying girl

what a thing to say. i know what he is talking about and yet i still barely understood what he meant

yeah WHATEVER . most important character my ass. we dont care . booooo. boo

why is jade sprite so sad shes being such a cry baby. honestly normal jade is based for this. jade sprite is just crying and crying for NO REASON. what is even the problem!!!!!

very fucking interesting indeed.... what a funny thing to say. that is VERY FUCKING interesting......

woah he looks so cool i love art i love images. also he looks like has the windows logo on his face... sponsored? hello?

okay so i guess the mayor is having a bad dream. this is pretty scary man... i wonder if its like the ring that he has affecting him in some way. i dont know what it means....

oh? vriska is here now

dawwww shes so EEPY!!! that being said, the next page is [s] wake, and i really fucking hate this one. so im NOT EXCITED.

ARADIA!!!! SHE DID IT!!!! im so happy for her and nothing else happens in this animation so i might as well not watch the rest of it

:(

sigh. man this sucks

look at jade go. she looks so awesome! like a super hero. iron man. tony stark . stucky. i could do this all day . blargh

ok so now im playing another game thing. kanaya and jade just had a conversation about how they have the same role in the two different sessions and how theyre more similar than they thought. also theres some future jade present karkat past jade password shenanigans going on. i loooove when time travel makes no sense and is super confusing. that isnt sarcasm btw. and that wasnt either. also, they updated the sprites in this one so they look way better and sweeeeeeeet. that was 8 e's btw. she isnt even here to appreciate my efforts.....

this is like scott pilgrim to me. theyre about to go at it!!!! who you guys got money on? me personally i bet sollux 3-0s him and doesnt lose a stock

easter egg

anyway yeah guys i was just kidding sollux was no match for eridans insane hope powers. really wasnt even fair to begin with

yeah and now eridan snaps and becomes an incel. sadge. why do people even like this guy?? WHATEVER HES MID HOPE HE DIES SOON RIP BOZO

my honest reaction to eridan to only knocking out the guy he had an actual problem with, but killing two women who he liked and respected

on top of that, gamzee has officially lost it. MAN EVERYTHING IS FUCKING SPIRALING MAN TAVROS IS DEAD KANAYAS DEAD FEFERIS DEAD SOLLUX IS KO'D GAMZEES CRAZY. surely nothing else goes wrong

yeah

karkat....:(

oh.....hey john....nice to see you..... maybe you can lift my mood a little...

STOP CALLING WOMEN CRAZY. even if this one might be a little crazy .. YOU HAVE NO RIGHT

ALALALALLALAAL thats what vriska looks like shes saying. do you see it i see it personally

man now i gotta be equius in this game. lets see how this goes...

SHES SO REAL I LOVE HER. nothing bad will ever happen to her

okay well i reached the end of the game and also the image limit for this post. so ill continue this next time. but i just gotta say

that it was actually pretty good. like go figure the equius one was pretty engaging. equius is very protective of nepeta and it was very sad when he was like "let me take this chance to say goodbye" and nepeta was like "um okay but i will see you soon." like. yeah i guess you will.... :(

i actually liked both of them in this one isolated game . sad for whats gonna happen in the coming pages

#joff hs reread #the frogs are making them all gay #wait what #man FUCK gamzee

[artdecosupernova-writing]

15 OC Questions

Thanks for the tag, @druidx! I, too, used a randomizer for this, and the wheel told me I should have Guetry answer...so here we are lmao

tagging @drippingmoon, @sleepy-night-child, @ashen-crest, @zmwrites, @oh-no-another-idea, and @pertinax--loculos to do this too! no pressure, obvs.

▽ Guetry Danon Sympa —

Are you named after anyone?

Nope. Well...actually, I think Danon comes from a great-great-great grandfather on my dad's side. Yeah. Danny Sympa—the founder of our vineyard, actually—was Danon, I believe. My mom came up with Guetry because she liked it.

When was the last time you cried?

I don't cry that often, believe it or not. But I think the last time I really let loose was after watching that stupid movie Alec made me watch about the twins that died on separate planets. Something about twins, man, I've got, like, a soft spot for them or something, I swear.

Do you have kids?

...I don't think I'm cut out to be a dad. A good dad, anyway. I've got too much baggage. What with everything I went through with my mom, and being an addict, and the fact that I could barely keep my poor sisters sane as they grew up, I dunno. I'm just not made of strong enough stuff.

Do you use sarcasm?

I think I'm allergic. [sniffs]

What's the first thing you notice about people?

The way they look at anything. People, things in front of them, me, anything. I can tell a lot by the way someone looks at, say, a sandwich. If you're looking at it like it's the best fucking part of your day, you're honestly so cool and maybe a little sexy.

What's your eye color?

Blue. I tried to have a color-changing procedure at the hospital after Scotty was put into my head, but the doc was not receptive to the idea. I said why the fuck not? All I can see half the time is purple anyway, why not portray that outwardly? They said no. And then they stuck me with a six-point-five-billion-credit bill and bullied me until I cried. Ah, that was the last time I cried. [laughs]

Scary movies or happy endings?

Hear me out...a scary movie with a happy ending. Turns out nobody actually dies and the blood-sucking murder clown was really the friends we made along the way.

Any special talents?

Yeah, but I can't talk about them in mixed company.

Where were you born?

Somewhere on the outskirts of The Void.

...Okay, Texas. I was born in Texas.

What are your hobbies?

Well, I've got a band to help maintain. That's Skywaste; I'm the guitarist/keyboardist/digital jockey and also a vocalist, and Alec is the other vocalist and the drummer. I don't really have any other hobbies as being a galactic superstar and an agent for the Consortium take up literally all of my time.

Have you any pets?

Nah. Unless you count the AI in my brain. [Guetry's tattoo and temple flash. He smiles.] Apparently he does not.

What sports do you play/have played?

I tried baseball for a second when I was in school, and that ended quite abruptly when I got pissed off at the pitcher and beaned the ball at his face.

How tall are you?

Six-foot-three, last time I checked. Though I have a pair of boots that get me closer to six-five, six-six. A friend made me try on her heels from her job once and I was near six-nine...the fact that I ate that look didn't scare me so much as just being so high up I had my own cloud system around my head.

Favorite subject in school?

Math. It's weird. Can't do math for shit, but I really enjoyed it.

Dream job?

I'd say I'm doing it now, but that's not entirely true. If I could retire from the 'Sort and just do music full-time, that would be the dream. As it stands now...I'll be lucky if I can squeeze out a week of retirement from their clutches before I ultimately kick the bucket at a hundred years old or something. [laughs]

#tag game #profile: Guetry #Darkspace Portent #WASTE

[legolasghosty]

Well, I wrote a little holiday gift for @michelangelinden, who brought it to my attention the other day that I never actually posted it, I just sent them the doc. So... here it is I suppose?

This is a part of the Willie Dance Teacher AU(I say as if I've talked about it enough for that to actually mean anything to anyone). The only other posted fic in this au can be read here, but it's not really connected to the events of this one.

Word count - 2.1k Rating - G Warnings - a bit of implied past transphobia, but it's like one sentence.

Alex takes a deep breath and climbs out of his car, swinging his backpack onto his shoulder. The building itself doesn’t look scary. Just a large, off-white building with the logo above the glass front doors. The inside probably looks the same as it did online: large, open rooms with wooden floors and mirrors lining one wall. It’s definitely not terrifying enough to warrant his racing heartbeat. 

His phone buzzes in his pocket and he pulls it out. The Gay Agenda group chat he has with his friends is lighting up.

Julie Bean - Good luck Alex!!!!!! 

Candy Queen - Get in there, Mercer!

Reginald Molina - Have fun Lexi!

Guitar Boy - You got this man!

Alex chuckles at his friends’ enthusiasm. You’d think it was them heading for their first dance class in over a decade, not him. He sends back a heart emoji, then heads for the front door. He can do this. It’s not a big deal. This isn’t going to be like when he was a kid.

He’s hit with the usual wave of artificially cooled air as he enters the lobby. The mid-September breeze outside isn’t as hot as it is in the summer, but it’s still a relief to get out of it. He glances around for a door marked Studio 4, which is where the intro email he received the week before said his class would be. But the only studio door he sees is marked Center Studio, and the halls go off in both directions.

“Know where you’re going?” a voice asks.

Alex turns to see a cheerful, dark-haired woman behind the receptionist's desk. He shrugs sheepishly. “Umm, I’m looking for Studio 4?” he offers.

“Oh, you’re in Willie’s adults class,” she says, nodding in understanding. “You’re gonna take a left here, then go most of the way down. It’ll be on your right.”

“Okay, thanks,” Alex responds, giving her a grateful smile.

“No problem, you’ll love Willie, he’s great,” she says.

Alex certainly hopes so. His last dance teacher was… not great. He turns down the hall the woman indicated and quickly reaches his studio. He takes another deep breath. Reminds himself that he wants to be here. That he likes dancing. That he can get the heck out of here and never come back if this goes poorly. It’s going to be fine. Hopefully even fun.

When he enters the room, he finds about what he’d expected. Honey-colored wooden flooring, light gray walls, one covered in mirrors, and a rough circle of folding chairs set up in the middle. Alex is early, but there’s a few people already in the room. A pair of older women are seated in the circle, along with a man in his early 30’s who keeps checking his phone. The only other person in the room is a guy with long, dark hair pulled back in a bun standing in the corner and fiddling with a large speaker.

Everyone else seems to have kept their stuff with them, so he sets his backpack on the floor. Alex hesitantly takes a seat and pulls out his phone. A few more messages have come in from his friends since he checked it outside.

Bobistro - Just breathe dude. You’re gonna do great.

Flynnagain - and we’ll burn the place down if they do anything stupid

Candy Queen - What the girlfriend said.

Bobistro - … Go have fun Alex. You love dancing. It’s gonna be fine.

Alex chuckles and flips over to his solitaire app to kill time while he waits for class to start. More people trickle in around him, filling most of the chairs. Once the large clock on the wall hits 4 o'clock, the guy who’d been working on the speaker joined the circle.

“Hey everybody, I’m Willie, and welcome to the studio,” he says, giving them a wide grin. “Since most of you are new to taking classes here, I figured we’d start with some introductions.” 

Alex resists the urge to groan, icebreakers are hard. He never knows what to say.

“I know, I know,” Willie continues, raising his hands in surrender, “fancy intros are overrated and everything. But I’d like to at least know people’s names and pronouns. And if you have any pets, I would also like to know about them.”

Okay, that doesn’t seem too bad. Alex could talk about his cat for hours.

“I’ll start,” Willie adds, dropping down to sit cross-legged on the floor. “Hi, I’m Willie, my pronouns are he and they, and I have a very dramatic grey kitten named Glisandra.”

Alex feels a bit of the tension leave his shoulders as the next person starts talking. Willie is trans too. They’re open about it with their students. Alex isn’t really planning on mentioning that he wasn’t born a boy to anyone here, but it’s a relief to know that he won’t be totally alone if it does come up. And none of the other students seem weirded out by Willie using multiple sets of pronouns, so… 

He pushes down the memories of the last time he was in dance class, back in middle school. No need to remind himself of that.

“I’m Carol,” one of the older women who beat Alex here starts, pulling him back to the present. “My pronouns are… she/her?” She glances over at Willie who nods encouragingly. “Okay, good, I’m new to introducing myself that way,” she continues with a chuckle. “Oh, and I have a very old black lab named Finch.”

The woman beside Carol is Ruth, who uses she/her pronouns as well and doesn’t have any pets, though Carol protests that she might as well be a co-parent to Finch. Everyone laughs at that. Then there’s Sharon and Chris, a newly married couple who have two parakeets named Chico and Blue. After them is the middle-aged man Alex saw when he got here, Jason. He doesn’t have any pets, but does mention a 7-year-old daughter. Then is a guy in probably his mid-60s named Greg, who seems to have a whole collection of animals living on his property.

And then it’s Alex’s turn. “Hey, I’m Alex, I use he/him pronouns, and I have a grey and white cat named Cucumber.”

“Hey, another cat person!” Willie cheers, reaching over to offer Alex a fist bump. 

Alex is startled by the enthusiasm but returns the gesture. The woman on his other side(Mandy, she/her, no pets) starts talking but Alex remains focused on Willie. He’d been a bit busy freaking out before to really notice, but Willie is… really pretty. He’s still sitting on the floor, one leg pulled up to his chest as they listen to their students. They aren’t really doing anything, but the light in his eyes and the easiness of his smile and the way a few strands of hair have escaped his bun to frame their face…

“I guess that makes me last,” chuckles the tiny woman beside Willie. “I’m Sandy, she/her, and I have a turtle named Dierdra.”

“Nice!” Willie exclaims, climbing easily to his feet. “Lovely to meet you all. Now let’s get to why we’re actually here.”

They go over some basic dance classroom etiquette and language, most of which Alex recognizes from his old ballet classes. The dress code isn’t nearly as strict though. He wonders if that’s just because it’s an adult class, or if that’s a policy the studio uses for all their classes. Or maybe it’s just a Willie thing. Either way, Alex is glad that the only requirements are not to wear anything too tight or that you could trip over.

“Last thing, this class is for you guys,” Willie says. “So if there’s something you really want to learn, let me know and I’ll try to make it work. Alternatively, if you have any injuries or medical issues or anything that makes certain movements hard, come tell me. We can modify stuff as needed so that everyone can do things safely. Sound good?”

It takes a second for everyone to realize he asked a question, but they all nod. Willie’s face splits into that wide grin again. They have a really pretty smile.

“Sweet, let’s warm up then,” Willie declares. “I’m sure you’re all sick of sitting here listening to me.”

That gets a chuckle out of Alex and some of his new classmates as they get up and move their chairs and bags to the edge of the room. Willie has them line up and turns on the music for a warm-up. The movements aren’t too complex or fast, so Alex finds himself able to follow along just fine. Willie is probably going simple on purpose since they don’t know anyone’s skill levels. It feels great though, waking up some of the muscles that Alex hasn’t used in years.

After the warm-up, Willie guides them all over to one wall to go across the floor. It’s more fun than Alex is expecting, the upbeat music providing a steady rhythm to skip and jump to. Willie calls encouragement and corrections as they go across. He’s so positive and full of life, and it’s infectious. Alex can’t fully remember why he was so worried about this.

They move into learning a simple combination and Alex takes the opportunity to watch his classmates a bit. A few of them clearly used to dance, and Sandy is definitely pretty active, but most of the class doesn’t seem to have any previous experience, or at least nothing recent. Alex wonders where he would fit in that lineup to someone else. People would probably guess he knows nothing. He wasn’t the worst dancer when he was a kid, but that was years ago. And he hadn’t been taking classes as a boy then.

He shifts his focus to Willie as they break into groups and take turns running the combination. The guy can’t be more than 25, which seems a bit young for a teacher, but Willie is clearly in his element. In between groups, they’ll point out little things to focus on and highlight what the group did a good job on. They’re always the first to applaud when a group finishes, even if no one did that well.

Carol questions them about it after she mixes up some of the steps. “Why the clapping if we sucked?” she asks, chuckling as she reaches for her water.

“Cause you tried,” Willie responds immediately. “We all suck at stuff, that’s just life. That’s how we learn. But you got up there and tried, and that’s worthy of applause.”

It’s a practiced answer. Clearly it’s something Willie has put a lot of thought into. Alex thinks back to his old teachers, who would glare down at them for a single misstep and only granted ‘Good job’s after recitals. Willie’s way seems a lot better. Maybe Willie had teachers like his when they were younger and wanted to be different. Or maybe Willie has always had amazing and supportive instructors.

Alex realizes he wants to know which it is. He wants to know things about Willie, about their history and what he likes and dislikes and what makes them laugh. He wants to know where they think of as home and what their favorite movie is and what he likes to do outside of dancing. Huh.

(He also really wants to meet their kitten, Glisandra, but that’s no surprise. Alex loves meeting other people’s cats.)

Willie leads them through some light yoga and stretching at the end of class as a cool-down. Alex takes a deep breath as he leans into his lunge. His ribs don’t feel as tense as they usually do. His heart rate is higher than usual, but that’s because of the exercise, not his anxiety. His limbs don’t feel so heavy. He feels… good. Relaxed. 

Huh, that’s not a common one.

“Alright, great job,” Willie says, straightening and giving them all another wide grin. “I will see you all next week, and I’m free for a bit if anyone has questions or concerns. Thank you dancers.”

Alex returns their smile, then heads over to where he left his backpack. He takes a long drink of water and heads for the door.

“Great work today, Alex,” Willie calls as he passes.

“Thanks, you’re a great teacher,” Alex responds, turning and smiling at the instructor.

Willie bows dramatically. “I live to serve,” he says.

Alex laughs. “See you next week, Willie.”

“See ya!”

Alex heads out to his car, waving goodbye to the receptionist on his way out. Once he’s in his car, he checks his phone. There’s a whole bunch of messages from his friends asking about how his class was.

Alex - Class was great! Teacher is cool! Headed home. <3

He pulls out of the parking lot and heads back toward the apartment he shares with Luke and Reggie. He’s really looking forward to class next week.

#legolas tag #I wrote a thing #Willie Dance Teacher AU #yes I created a whole au around Willie being a dance teacher #what about it? #trans!Alex #trans!Willie #transmasc Willex solidarity my beloved #I just love them okay? #Love you Linden! #Have an amazing day! #*kisses you* #is this au gonna become a thing? #willex #jatp #julie and the phantoms #jatp fanfic #willie jatp #alex mercer #the rest of the gang makes text appearances #sorry for interrupting whatever important things everyone was probably doing! #I'll shush and leave y'all be now

[fist-amidst-the-hands]

[shaking from the bars on my enclosure] YENFRI COLLEGE AU YENFRI COLLEGE AU

YENFRI COLLEGE AU I love this one so much and kind of wish it was less abandoned (yes I'm both saddened by this and the direct cause of it) or at least more fully thought out before abandoning lol

this is for the wip ask game!

okay so this au was originally heavily influenced / inspired from when I worked at a gas station and for about 5 months I would just spend all non-work mental energy thinking about this au during shifts (as one does). then I found all the docs last year when I wasn't in the original fandom I wrote it for anymore and took pieces of it and merged it into a college au for the witcher squad!

renfri is a computer science major with a minor in game design, yen is a literature major, they're dating and they room with triss who's a bio / environmental studies major. yen works at the convenience store near campus, renfri likes to visit sometimes while yen is working and there are lots of little work shift shenanigans! geralt is also in their friend group, I didn't note this anywhere but I feel like he and renfri were friends before college. anyway they're all juniors, and jaskier is a freshman and dating geralt

there's truly no overarching plot it's just a bunch of little scenes that will all be strung together but here are a few of them:

yen always teasing renfri for not having homework bc she's such a fucking nerd that she finishes all her assignments during lab

jaskier complaining during an early on hang out about how he has no free time bc there's always so much school work to do :( [college freshman, not gotten into the swing of things yet] and renfri is like "maybe you suck at time management, I always have free time and I work" and jaskier mocks her with "what assignments do you even have, reach level 100?". this inevitably leads to renfri giving geralt the *why did you bring him* look, yen rubbing renfir's shoulder to calm her (it's actually to hold her back but jaskier is oblivious) and saying "she's a cs major", jaskier looking betrayed and loudly whispering to geralt "you said it was something with video games??", and geralt very much not whispering responding with "I said 'game design', and you said 'oh like video games?' then changed the topic"

yen being so sick of the kids she's TA'ing, who chose to be lit majors, for misspelling the last names of very famous authors. she's honestly about to snap at the next kid who can't spell shakespeare

renfri being the best at staring people down when they start hitting on yen, she’s genuinely a little scary and i love her for it

wow I haven’t thought about this au in so long and I’m excited about it all over again thank you for picking this one!!!!

#witcher wip #yenfri #the witcher #oh and it's conveniently wednesday so I'm going to say this counts: #wip wednesday #wait after typing that i realize it's thursday but i'm going to keep it #answered

[hellkitepriest]

15 Questions 15 Mutuals

i was tagged by @flamingplay and @blueberry-beanie, thank you! i love this little corner of the internet

1. Are you named after anyone? i share my name with an actor, but i'm not named after him. he sure is a useful way to get people to spell my name right though

2. When was the last time you cried? i'm not sure but i have an embarrassing feeling i nearly cried reading a book ostensibly about british sociopolitics recently

3. Do you have kids? [starts screaming This Be The Verse by Philip Larkin so loud it shatters glass]

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot? sometimes? i think? since i stopped injecting linguistics straight into my veins i haven't been as aware of my own speech patterns. definitely less than i used to though

5. What sports do you play/have played? i sort of play a sport as part of my job, but it's quite a niche sport so i will not be telling you what it is

6. What's the first thing you notice about people? no idea, but it won't be their face. i am terrible with faces. i once didn't realise a band had changed drummer because the drummers both had the same first name

7. What's your eye color? light brown, but the sort of orangey brown that matches my hair sometimes.

8. Scary movies or happy endings? happy endings. i read boy parts by eliza clark recently and it was brilliant but i was pissed off that she doesn't become normal at the end. this is my worst trait

9. Any special talents? proficiency with the Wayback Machine. general websleuthing. if you want a thing finding out? i'm your guy. that reminds me, i need to look into something

10. Where were you born? in a hospital in a city in The North Of England. one of the sadder cities

11. What are your hobbies? writing my strange little stories. discussing my strange little stories. playing the sims, posting, now giffing i suppose? getting the bus.

12. Do you have pets? no, but i had two cats as a young child. i also - this will surprise no one - used to take snails out of the garden and put them in (aerated) plastic boxes with some leaves and soil and keep them as pets for a few days before releasing them. somehow i feel like you can tell this from how i blog.

13. How tall are you? 5'3", but 5'6" in the platform doc martens i always wear, so that's my adopted height (i need to believe i could be taller than Yannis. i need to)

14. Favorite subject in school? english language, aka Linguistics Lite (i then did a linguistics degree. well. most of one)

15. Dream job? someone who gains a cult following of fellow fannish weirdgirls* by publishing their own journals and making a mildly successful Channel 4 sitcom based off them

i think anyone i would tag to do this has already been tagged by N and J, so i will leave it at that and say: do this if you want to. i had fun i miss these sorts of things

[moontheoretist]

May smiled. “See that, Petey? There’s nothing to be scared of.” Peter curled into himself in response. May’s face crumpled ever so briefly before she fixed a smile on her lips. “It’s his first time here and we had a bit of trouble this morning. He…doesn’t like leaving the apartment anymore, you see.” Tony nodded. He approached slowly and knelt down to put him and Peter on more equal footing. He held out a hand for Peter to take. The boy looked a little surprised, but hesitantly grasped their hands together in a weak shake. Tony had long become used to kids, thanks mostly to Fi and Riri, but sometimes it was hard to believe that he was ever that small and helpless. He used to be terrified that he would break them as he had been broken. Sometimes he still was. “It’s a pleasure, Peter. Now we don’t know each other, but take my advice—from an old man who made a lot of mistakes. I’m going to make a guess and you’ll nod if I’m right. Okay?” Peter’s face scrunched in confusion but he nodded. “Excellent. Something bad happened when you went outside before, right?” Peter stiffened, but he nodded. “And it’s scary, but you don’t want to bother your aunt, do you? You think you’re causing her problems, right?” Peter sniffled and nodded again. “Oh Petey, you know Uncle Ben and I-” May choked back whatever she was going to say. Tony glanced at Stephen, who looked stricken. Whatever was going on, he’d get to the bottom of it. But that was for later. Instead, he continued. “I needed a lot of help myself about your age. But I thought I was too big for it—that it was a waste of time. Except I was very wrong. Then when I finally got over myself the problem was five times as big and much worse. Problems don’t magically go away no matter how much we wish it.” Peter swallowed. “Yeah, kid. I know. Running’s easy. But you only got so much running in you. I know it’s scary, but the truth is everyone needs help. Me. You. Even your Aunt May there. People need help sometimes and it’s okay. There’s no shame in that. There’s no shame in being weak because no one can be strong all the time. Anyone who tells you otherwise is a stinky person who stinks.” That got a tremulous smile. “You can quote me on that. But when you find your people, those who are there for you and let you be there for them in return, it’s the best thing in the world. I know the doctor personally and she’s good people—swear on it. Let your Aunt and the doctor take care of you. That’s what they’re there for. That’s what adults are supposed to do. And I bet helping you will do wonders for your aunt.” Peter blinked and glanced at May in confirmation. When she smiled and nodded he seemed satisfied. Tony then poked him on the cheek. “Look at this baby fat. C'mon, Pete. I bet you feel responsible, but you’re a kid. Don’t be in such a rush to do grown-up work. You’ll have your entire adult life for that. But when you do get big and strong, you can return the favor if you want. But only when you’re paying for your own mortgage—got it? Now, thanks for letting me talk your ear off. Get in there and knock the doc’s socks off.” Peter smiled.

Have Time — Will Travel by flower-of-el (NibelungVelocity)

For context: Ben died a very gruesome death in this one. So much that it traumatized 8yo Peter to the point of silencing him.

#mcu fanfiction #ironstrange #peter parker

[xoxolifewithdoriann]

HUMP DAY/ CREATIVE BLOCKAGE/CATCHING UP

Hi!

Happy Hump Day!

When i say i am tired mentally, emotionally.... i think it's an understatement lol. I have never felt this level of exhaustion, and it rolls into my physical.

So where do I want to start with my sharing, hmmmm

So I am trying today to obey and work on some things that much needs work and tending to because I just keep putting them off for the perfect day to make them happen and it's like Doriann there is no perfect day JUST START HERE....NOW.

So that's what I am doing, however I am finding myself with a creative blockage and I am like WOW, the day I want to start and I begin the thing I am finding myself stuck with blockage. And to be very honest it is frustrating me. Because I can't even close my eyes and vision it, like I see nothing, I feel nothing, and etc. However I am trying, I am trying hard over here to produce something or to be able to say I am starting. Which for me says a heck of a lot because I have been putting this off since January 🙃

I truly need to take care of Doriann, mind, body, spirit, because she is needing it sooooooo bad.

Yesterday my nephew was born. And the joy that little guy gives me just makes me smile on demand. He is sooooo cute for a newborn, because they can be scary looking lol. But he is precious, I know God sent him during this time for a reason and I must seek him on that and what he means to me and what purpose he serves in my life. We are blessed to have him a year after the death of my bonus dad whose birthday is next month. So it's like God took away and then he gave us something new and precious. I am so happy for my brother and new sister! D2 (that's what we are calling him) is the completion for my new sister kids and I know he is that perfect fit. He reminds me of David and Joseph wrapped in one. 🥰

I truly need to take care of Doriann, mind, body, spirit, because I am needing it sooooooo bad.

Like I have never felt this empty the way I have been feeling since the end of the year. Like this is noooooooot the move and I am hating it soooooooooo much. I am reaching and reaching and trying to get my mojo back and it's not coming. It's like I need to getaway from my environment for a min lol. What that min looks like I am not sure, it could be a week long vacation or some months. I need to really take some time in consecration with God and hear from him to really help me with this place I am in. Like i found this farming/gardening class in Cali that's for 6 weeks.... I WOULD ABSOLUTLEY LOVE TO GO TAKE THAT CLASS, but the thoughts of how do I take leave from my job for 6 weeks - i have short term disability but having a doc to say I need that time off lol , where would I stay- i would need to rent a airbnb for 6 weeks and a car for 6 weeks, when i add all of that up finically I am like HOW to make that happen. But that time away would be awesome for me mentally and emotionally and etc. I would miss my stinky man that was just born tho. But I am working on a staycation, vacation and ways to get myself back up in fuel.

As i am sharing I feel like I need to do a reintroduction post, so that's what my next one will be, because so much growth, change, and re- finding, defining, novating has happen to me over the years. These 30s has been something interesting FOR SURE lol.

Okay i think I am ready to go back to my assignment of the day and complete it, I may come back and share it with you all, we shall see.

I pray that your day is going wonderful! IT's almost lunch time and I AM HUNGRY like a hippo. But have a wonderful day, always remember let go and let God.

xoxo doriann latrece

#diamond #let go let god #Wednesday

[truthorsandwiches]

i usually write these when i’m having a bad day, but todays been alright.

i’ve been making friends at school finally. there’s one girl who sits with me on b day lunch. and this one really short kid in a few of my classes. and one girl who i’ve never actually seen but we communicate through my dad’s whiteboard. she likes ween and tmbg.

i’m trying, like you said. i still miss you every day. so much reminds me of you.

there’s this guy that looks like you in my a day lunch. like, it’s scary how similar you two are. he even has the same haircut from when we first met. he’s just a bit blonder. i’m not sure if he has the same eyes, i try not to look at him.

i was next to him in the lunch line the other day. his voice is deeper than yours. he and his friends were talking about eating ass. i don’t think they’re gay, they were just saying the others liked to as some kind of insult.

me and the guy have met eyes a couple of times. i don’t know. he seems nice, i guess. maybe a bit jock-ish. he reminds me so much of you it hurts.

he wears a few bracelets on his left wrist. one is pink. maybe he has a girlfriend? or he’s gay. not sure.

i walk to and from school now. it’s been hell. it’s really hot. you’d probably make fun of me, saying i can’t handle the heat, but man, it’s like 100 over here sometimes.

sometimes i still think that i’ll come home and have a bunch of messages from you. well, i don’t really think i will. i just hope i will.

i’m still pissed about your discord display name whenever i think about it. seriously, you’re so pissed i knew your name and not even a month later, you change your discord name to dyl? jesus, my counselor was right. jeremy was right. you’re fucking crazy.

whatever. i really try not to think about that too much.

did you get “sam” from sam o’nella? your hair was eerily similar. i wouldn’t be surprised.

i should’ve known your real name earlier. you sent me a picture of something you were working on at school once. you had a google doc open on another tab that said it. i guess i just trusted you too much.

you should watch “suction cup man” i think you’d like it. i think you’d want to fuck him.

skyler got me a little rover plushie, before she abandoned me, i mean. i keep him with me. i still like animal crossing. rovers very comforting.

i still can’t listen to pixies. i wore my pixies shirt today. i’m getting to be more neutral on the shirt now.

you should read “the long walk” by stephen king. it’s really good. i cried a few times. it’s kinda traumatizing tho lol.

i think that’s all for today. see you NEVER

#chess piece posts #letters to memphis