#sometimes i visualize them so well in my head that they feel like a memory and not a thought if that makessense

[katyspersonal]

😨 🤥 🕷️ 🌌 about your oc Geranea :з

Thank you for asking about her!! I still really need to draw a proper reference of her hunting outfit and weapon, but for now 80% of my WIPs are visual references and it is slowly destroying me т.т

(Asks from this ( x ) meme)

😨 FEARFUL - when scared, do they go into "flight" or "fight"?

'Fight' reaction is her default! If this is some kind of a wild predator animal (or, a dangerous beast, more appropriately to the context), she will fight without a second of hesitation, and very furiously so! It would apply to dangerous people too, like someone trying to rob or attack. She is that kind of person whose body just "knows" how to fight the exact second there is a reason to. If the threat IS too much for her to take on however, she also soon measures it and knows to run.

It applies in less drastic contexts, too, like someone making her scared or anxious in simply conversations. She defaults to scolding a person that alerted her, angrily, blushing and with her fists balled, and if she realises she picked a dangerous opponent in a conflict (like, say, starting a quarrel with people like Brador or Alfred) she will retreat. It is like a second nature, sensing whether default to fight or make an exception and fight. She has good "instincts"!

🤥 LYING - are they good liars? do they have tells to show they're lying?

Geranea is an okay liar when not a lot is at the stake, she could tell a small lie to keep someone's secret or get them out of trouble but would not lie for a personal gain. But when she got sent into Research Hall she had to lie, a lot. She needed to swipe various tools to help herself and others, avoid various chemicals and procedures, even help the patients that still could be saved...

Her face is not the most emotive (I swear her only expressions are 'tired' or 'angry' xD), but it is her body language that gives her lying away. When the cost of her lie being found out is high she blushes up to her very ear tips, hods hands in fists and overall looks stiff and tense. And, well, you don't want to attract unnecessary attention of cunts like Micolash or Brador of all people.... Since this is so inconvenient, Geranea tricks her own body by 'omitting' rather than straight up lying; comforting herself with how she technically says the truth actually helps her to relax and no longer look suspicious!

🕷️ SPIDER - what is their biggest fear? do they have any irrational / mundane fears?

She has quite generic fears of heights and the dark that not even much more horrifying Yharnam experiences weeded out! She will also dwell quite strongly if she had near-death experience recently (like for example someone's weapon JUST missing her head). The fear of ghosts, however, became a thing of the past after she had to fight several! Previously, they were the exception of her 'fight' reaction, the girl was screaming and running away! I guess it is too bad that she can't punch the height or the darkness in the face, then. xD

After leaving Research Hall by herself at last, her biggest fear became being found and returned to it. She still saw nightmares about it even since Research Hall, from her knowledge, got shut down and retooled into an "Orphanage". Even with her kindness, she tries to 'not think too hard' about the fact that most likely they experiment on children now, only to not deal with feeling like returning there and saving whoever she could is her duty.

🌌 MILKY WAY - what was the inspiration behind your oc? what was the first thing you decided about them?

Damn, the story of her appearing is actually such a good memory for me, oh my god! I first thought of her back in Summer 2021! Remember how I told that sometimes I am sitting and minding my own business but random memories about Bloodborne lore bits simply 'appear' in my brain, like if I caught a radio frequency? Well, one day, my brain randomly grasped at the link of "hmmm, Valtr's helmet is missing one eye, he curses "freakish slugs and mad doctors", Yamamura was spyoning on dark Healing Church business as he is a summon for Living Failures, Valtr helps fighting Laurence and Ludwig.... I need to check whether Eye Pendant looks like an eye, ONE SECOND-"

So yeah! I also was and still am 'Valtr has both eyes as we are allowed to see' truther but back then it looked like canon rather than just one of the interpretations for me, so that sorta helped x) I decided whoever owned the Iron Helm previously was missing an eye, for the reason of Research Hall taking it, sought Valtr's help (as a cop??? xD) with their shady business and was significant enough in Valtr's life to make her associated item a symbol of League's mission!

.....and this was just me trying to look like I was super planned from the start lol. x) BEFORE this tangent, I already fell for guilty pleasure of wanting to make an OC deceased member of the League, just ask @val-of-the-north! I loved the concept of her dealing primarily with plant-like "filth", since flowers and alike in Bloodborne are a symbol of reaching for the skies for salvation and many corpses, especially in Hunter's Nightmare and Dungeons, sprout mold or flowers from their bodies. They grow from blood, everyone's blood has human dregs, blablablabla.

But after the Research Hall idea I soon decided to combine the characters into one! Again, back then, existence of previous Iron Helm owner felt extremely apparent for me, I was a sweet summer child (literal summer lol) yet to learn just HOW few things in Bloodborne are indisputable :/ And I wanted to breathe life in an "mentioned character" (in Iron Helm description) more than I wanted an OC, at least back then! ...then I screwed myself over with the idea that maybe this helmet is Djura's wielder helmet (it even misses the same eye!), and THEN I screwed myself over more thinking that maybe two-eyed Valtr we see is a snapshot by "Flora of the Moon and the Hunt" of his most efficient stage of life. And THEN Val had to battle me on still keeping Geranea because I deserved one (1) break from fiddling with "the most reasonable" theory instead of just taking it easy fdhfhds

She also was a she from the very start because I just like female characters, but initially her hair was black. I always associated her with cyan/aqua color though, especially darker tones. I guess dark red hair felt like a good contrast in the end!

Thank you for letting me talk about Geranea!

#bloodborne #bloodborne oc #ask replies #geranea #damn does she really have a cool title to go with her name? I dunno #doodles

[mitsukiwa]

Baby, love me cause I'm playing on the radio.

A/N: FYI, I posted this story in Wattpad, therefor I don't want to hear I'm copying from someone or they're copying from me. I can assure you I'm the same person. With that being said enjoy (Billy willy has my heart) Pt 2I Pt 3I My wattpad user is 6arelyhuman_ if u want the outfits visuals u should read it there.

WARNING!!! There will include: angst, fluff, smut, love triangle (it's a bill ff so don't worry)

Summary: You love bill and there's no doubt in your heart, unbeknownst to you he feels the same way. You both have to overcome challenging events that leads the both of you to grow apart, what happens when his twin brother feels for you? Will you be able to crush his heart? What will you do to prevent hurting them both?

''If we could go back in time, what timeline would you go back to?'' I ask after a long moment of silence.

A stray thought that had crossed my mind, he hums in thought. Seemingly really thinking about it. He shifts his position on the grass. I also reposition myself differently, rolling over to my side to look at his side profile. He glances at me, then back at the sky.

''I would go back to before we got well known.'' I open my mouth to say something, but before I can he interrupts me.

'' Don't get me wrong, I'm happy with my life and how it turned out, It's everything I wanted and more.'' He lets out a sigh through his nose.

''Like if I actually would have gone to college, and I don't know? Lived life as an average man''

You nodded slowly. You knew where he was coming from because you had also thought of the same thing before.

''Tom wouldn't be a cocky womanizer,'' I say, electing a laugh from Bill beside me.

''Yeah, I think it's gotten to his head.'' ''You think?'' I say sarcastically. We both look at each other for a moment and burst into laughter.

Our laughter dies down, and we're left in comfortable silence. I glance up at the night sky, gazing at the stars that twinkle. Some were bigger than others, some even looked about the size of a speck of dust.

A sudden memory came to mind when we were little, the four boys and I would climb onto the roof of the twins' house and watch the night sky. We'd scream out 'Look a shooting star' as a bright star shot through the dark abyss. Simone would even prepare snacks for us to eat while we were up there.

The boys and I would make a wish, Tom always blurted out his, ''I want to date a hot model!''

I would playfully punch his shoulder as we all laughed at him. My wish was to always have the five of us stick together, no matter what.

''Remember Ria?'' Bill said, bringing back me from my thoughts. I roll my eyes at the name.

Bill dated her for a year. She was such a slut, she slept with Tom, knowing they were brothers. Bill was upset with his brother's poor decision. They didn't talk for months. They finally got over their differences so Bill forgave Tom.

''Yea,'' I say bitterly.

''Sometimes I wonder if she would have still dated me if I wasn't famous.'' He said honestly.

''probably not'' I say. In my opinion, she was only with Bill because he was a successful band leader.

And just wanted him for his fame, I wouldn't be surprised if she never loved him.

''I thought so too.'' He saids lowly.

It honestly breaks my heart. How sad and vulnerable he sounded saying this.

I reach for his hand interlocking my fingers with his. He rubs his thumb in a circular motion on my hand.

''she missed out on a whole lot'' I say causing him to smile.

''Really?'' he asks.

''Im sure'' I respond.

This seemed to make him feel better.

''You're a great friend'' He said, flashing me the brightest smile. I wince at the word 'friend', before quickly masking it with a smile of my own.

''I try to be'' I manage to say.

''Have you given Tom an answer''

" Have you given tom an answer?" God, why did he have to ruin such a great moment. I let out a sigh, " No, i've been avoiding him". Now saying those words out loud made me feel shitty. Bill frowned at me, clearly disappointed in my actions. " that's not how you should handle it" He said in a disapproving tone, shaking his head at me. " I know, I know I just" , My hands fly up to my face. I drag them down my face, leaving them to cover over my mouth. " I just don't want to hurt him with my answer" My words sounded muffled, though bill still managed to hear my words. "I'm pretty sure it hurts him more that you're ignoring him" He saids, stating the obvious. "I know and i feel like an ass hole" i groan out. "well, do you?" He asks, It takes me moment to process his question. "Do i what?" " Like him" He states simply, as if it was the most simplistic thing in the world. "I" The words caught in my throat. He pokes my cheek with his index finger. "Is that a blush i see?" He teases.

My heart breaks, he thought i liked tom, it wasn't like that at all, I only saw him as one of my best friends. Don't get me wrong i love him, but it was different than what i felt for bill.

I sit up, rubbing my hands on the fabric of my jeans, something i did when i was nervous, bill sat up also. "I don't know Bill" I say below a whisper. He frowns at me. " what is it, you can tell me" He throws an arm around my shoulder, bringing me close to his side. He places his chin on top of my head. I breath in his scent, breathing in what smelt like cologne and a hint of cigarettes.He was smoking again. I frown at the discovery. He had promised he would quit that habit, he only did so when he was stressed.

"The only right way to handle this situation is to tell the truth." I deflate, of course he was right, but i was scared, this could potentially ruin my friendship with both of them. And I honestly don't think i could ever handle something like that. They both mean so much to me. "come on" He nudged me in his arms.

HIS ARMS I felt so safe in his arms, his embrace was warm, the soothing strokes of his hand running through the locks of my hair could be enough to lull me to sleep.

I let out a puff of air, forcing myself to muster up some courage. "I'm still trying to figure out things out" It wasn't entirely the truth but somewhat close. I needed to figure out confessing my feelings to bill, or if i wanted to have tom hate me by doing so. It was the same outcome, one i so badly wanted to avoid. He hums in understanding.

"Got it, just don't avoid him, instead tell him those exact same words"

God, bill always knew what to say or do to make me feel better. I nod. I let out a quick 'ok'

"alright, i think we should get going, It's far too dark to be laying here in the park" He looks around. I laugh at him, he gives a frown in response.

"yeah, we may even get mugged." His eyes widened. He was so paranoid. I pat his shoulder, "Relax, the only thing they'll be getting is a card, and i sure as hell am not giving them my pin" He laughs at my humor. As we walk to his car in the parks parking lot he tells me about a few demos he's unsure of releasing. The ride to his apartment complex in LA was spent blasting music at full volume.

© Mitsukiwa 2023-Do not copy,post or translate my work anywhere.

#tokio hotel #bill kaulitz #bill kaulitz x reader #tokio hotel x reader #bill kaulitz x you #kaulitz twins #george listing #gustav schäfer #tom kaulitz #love triangle

[coffee-at-daybreak]

a fate with you | miraak x reader

"I had forgotten what it looked like."

Your cheek rests against his shoulder as you turn your head towards him. "What?"

"The sky." Miraak pauses to take a deep breath, and you can hear the inhale near your ear. "The stars, the moons."

Your head shifts as you follow his gaze up. A fortunate night for there to be no clouds, so you can see it all. And being out in the plains of Whiterun, without a tree or mountain nearby to block your view, the sky stretches beautifully all around you.

"The sky in Apocrypha always remained the same." Miraak's voice is soft but somber. "For so long, it was the only one I knew - the only one I could recall."

Sympathy squeezes at your heart. You press closer to him, your side curled against his own and your head brushing his shoulder. You're lying flat on your backs, barely fitting on the single bedroll you'd situated on a small clearing. Not that you minded a reason to be this close, where you can feel his warmth seeping into you.

A few moons had passed and there is still stark reminders of his time in Apocrypha. He seems to be learning - and relearning - rather well from your travels together, but there are still shadows of his past looming relentlessly. And in the case of restless, anxious nights, much like tonight, you do your best to stay up with him, hoping your companionship will triumph over that of his haunted memories.

"It makes you feel small, does it not?" You ask, reaching a hand out and stretching your fingers. "Puny, like ants on a log."

He huffs. A brief chuckle, but a chuckle all the same. "Indeed."

You start to slowly move your hand, fingers tracing the stars. You squint as you try to visualize the connections between them. The constellations merely twinkle back at you.

"You are anything but puny, Dovahkiin." Miraak announces gently into the silence. "A hero known amongst men and mer. Your power and influence reach beyond this plane."

A weight forms in your belly, a small stone of uneasiness. "I know," you murmur. "But sometimes I welcome feeling small, and feeling ... insignifcant."

Your hand drops, limply lying at your side. Miraak's arm shifts slightly, his hand seeking yours. Rough, warm fingers glide over your own.

"Why?" He questions.

You look at all the stars again. If you had no responsibilities, perhaps you could lie here forever, until you'd counted every star and speckle, until you could recognize every constellation.

"I can envision a life where I am just ... me. Not the Dragonborn, not any other fancy title. Just another simple soul, without any power or destiny to my name." An emotional tendril wraps around your heart but you keep going anyway. "It seems so quiet. So peaceful."

Silence stretches on for a moment. Miraak's fingers still from their lazy strokes along the back of your palm. He tenses ever so slightly against you.

"Do you long for such a life?"

He tries to deliver it as an innocent question and nothing more, but you hear the tension behind his tone. The worry.

You hum. "Sometimes." The pause that follows is brief, but you still feel the weight of his anticipation.

Your hand stretches, twining your fingers with his own. It feels like a perfect fit, and no matter what, it fills you with a sense of comfort and ease.

"But then I realize I would have never crossed paths with you, and I long for this life more."

He breathes a silent sigh of relief at your words, and a smile graces your lips. You lean your head further against his shoulder, feeling the rise and fall of his chest beneath your ear.

"Perhaps in this life, we were fated to meet because of your power - our power." He gives your hand a squeeze, the pad of his thumb brushing your own. "But I wish to believe than in any life, in every life, we are fated to meet anyway."

There is a skip in your heart rate, and a warmth blooming in your chest. "You do?"

"Yes." Miraak's voice is so low and soft that were he not right up against you, it might be drowned out by the distant sounds of the plains. But despite its hushed volume, you can make out the sincerity behind his words. Like he is drawing them out from somewhere deep inside him, like his very heart is bringing them to the surface. "I would find my way to you in any plane of existence. Were we mere crop farmers on Skyrim, or grains of sand on the shores of a sea, or stars out in the endless sky. I would find you, and we would be two halves of a whole, much as we are now."

His body shifts, turning a little as he brings his free hand up to your head. He brushes away any hair that had fallen onto your forehead, placing a feather light kiss there instead. "My fate is you. It has always been, it always will be."

Tears prick at your eyes, and you wish to say something back, but you’re unsure how the words will come out past the lump in your throat. Instead you grasp at the shoulder fabric of his robes and lean your head up to find his lips with your own.

He returns the kiss like it is the most natural thing in the world. It is easy to believe his words about you two being the halves of a whole when his lips slot so perfectly against your own, or when your bodies seem to piece together as you lean in to each other. You break apart for only a second to catch air, drawing in the same unsteady breaths before you are colliding again, the familiarity of his taste and touch conquering your own consciousness.

#skyrim #elder scrolls #tesv #dragonborn #miraak #reader insert #tes #dovahkiin #elder scrolls skyrim #fanfic #gender neutral reader #miraak x reader #i love miraak but he is a challenge for me to write #but he gives me poetic kinda vibes i hope i at least got that right

[lutawolf]

Love In the Air Ep 9 Review & Running Commentary

We are now entering into the territory of Sky and Prapai. Be prepared people because there is going to be Sexual Assault triggers. I warned about this before but I think a few people really didn't understand. I'm also seeing a lot of people give backlash to MAME which is not cool. MAME does not do this for fun, it's actually therapeutic writing. I think that's one reason why I'm less triggered, I'm used to listening to and reading work by survivors. I'm more triggered when surprised by it, where I don't have a chance to brace myself. Luckily a lot of people have given me support with this.

For those who missed my early reviews, they can be found here.

Lets do this. Anybody else hear "I'm too sexy for my shirt." While Prapai is holding all this shit up and looking at himself in the mirror? No, just me, the old person in the room. Well okay then. Look at little sis with that brat energy. And look at Prapai just putting it right out there. Why? Because he has every intention of catching him. Look at you asking the youn gun for advice. Aren't you just in unknown territory.

I love Sky's facial expressions so much. You always know what he is thinking and at this moment he is clearly annoyed with the food situation. What is it with guys and condiments? Let us pick it up and look at it like it will magically turn into something. Hahaha, must be my imagination. 🤣🤣🤣 How often you thinking of him that you think it's your imagination? And look at Prapai implementing some advice and using that Nong title.

Dead, you mean those flowers, that are right there. Where I can see them. Those flowers you mean. 🤣🤣🤣 Sorry Sky, Prapai got your number. Look at that quick expression from Sky, he can't help but find Prapai just a bit funny. Clearly bribed! "I haven't figured out your eye color even though I'm right here." "Are you color blind?" "No, but love makes me blind"

Trigger warning: Flash Backs: Deep breath. Yeah, that's about the whole of it. He is flashing back to when someone else, once told him they loved him.

PTSD is what occurs in people who have lived through a specific traumatic event or series of events like war, a serious car accident, sexual assault or natural disaster. C-PTSD is the result of prolonged exposure to trauma over longer periods of time, often during childhood. From a PTSD or C-PTSD stand point there are two different types of flashbacks: typical flashback and/or an emotional flashback.  A typical flashback is a sudden re-experiencing of a traumatic event in an person’s life. It might feel like you’re visually seeing the upsetting event over and over in your head, but it’s more intense than just a memory because your senses are typically triggered as well. Sight, sound, touch, and smell. Though the person experiencing the flashback may be safe, they don't feel safe. They are relieving all the experiences attached to that moment. An emotional flashback is when someone who has survived complex trauma feels “taken over” by an emotional experience such as scared, abandoned, helpless, or unsafe. Rather than re-experiencing a specific traumatic event in a relatively short period of time, an emotional flashback, can be quick or last for hours or days, sometimes even weeks. Typically it's when a person experience both that a panic attack will set in because the fight or flight has been activated. Yet there is nothing to fight even though mentally the person is sure they should be.

I want to point out that someone who isn't familiar with these types of flashbacks, isn't going to know how to explain them. It would be like never having ate a food but trying to describe it. Yet MAME describes it perfectly in their books.

So what Sky just experienced would be an emotional flashback. Even though it was relatively quick, we can't be sure he is actually over it. If you recall how Sky acted after having sex with Prapai, that was typical emotional flashback and you saw how long he felt that. Can I say that I'm pretty proud of Prapai for noticing that Sky wasn't okay. He is making his way out of fuck boy status. He's learning Sky and really trying.

Look at Prapai just grabbing Sky's hand. Guys, the fact that Sky isn't already swinging says a lot towards how he views Prapai. He is thick all over so lets cuddle 🤣🤣🤣 OH, Oh, see that face. Sky really does enjoy Prapai's humor. Which leads me back to the previous joke and the likely hood that he understood it to be a joke. Fuck, I love the way Prapai kind of drags Sky along. I love the way he is softly speaking to Sky. Like he is dealing with a timid puppy even though he knows this puppy has teeth.

Could You Be The Wind That Passes By

Aww, look at the cutie fixing his bed head. Meanwhile, Prapai just being amused. FYI in the book Sky dresses like this because of what was done to him. That is a common trait of SA survivors. I stayed in pjs for almost a year after the last assault. Also something that only an SA survivor would think to put in a book. Sorry guys, you might not like this review as much. Onwards. Sky doesn't see himself anything but ordinary but clearly Prapai sees him differently. Look at Sky's reaction to Prapai saying all this then when he gets to sweet lips. Awww look at him building up baby's self esteem. Prapai sees it too, he's so happy. Thennnnn he pushes too far. Dumbass. Haha, I love it, smack that hand Sky. Ouch, don't hurt me sky. Don't talk about yourself like that. First time going on a date with someone so down to earth 🤦🏽‍♀️ Have you even gotten to the date step before? The nipple piercings! Ha! They get talked about a lot in the book.

Prapai reminds me of one of my kids. I'mma poke you till you give me the attention I deserve. I call my oldest a black cat for this exact reason. I also call her a brat in the making. To which she replies "what's your excuse then." Um.. I'm a Sadist. We annoy for emotional damage enjoyment, totally different. Sky's inability to handle Prapai's flirting is so fucking cute. Here, let me just drink this water, I am completely immune to you. You know what. I'mma just leave.

Prapai is simping you guys. He is eating this shit up. He just chases after Sky. Sky is like bitch, I'm not a fuck buddy to your fuck boyiness. Pounce and Bounce 🤣🤣🤣 In the book Prapai is like dude, you knew that was a joke. Oh Oh, we are seeing our first bit of annoyance from Prapai. He wants Sky to know he is serious so he puts on his serious face.

Sky is like, no touchy touchy. I know a guy like you won't commit. You just enjoy the chase. Prapai you is like, dude, I'm not playing! Serves you right fuck boy. Gonna have to work hard if you want treasure.

Rain, you really trying to be upset right now. You really looking around you dumbass. Don't act like you didn't know that home boy was gay. No Rain, it's not obvious that you got bribed. Stupid Rain. It's okay Sky. Prapai, hurry back and pat the baby boy's head. I can't take this sad boy. And there it is guys, it's not that he doesn't like Prapai himself, it's that he can't trust himself to be with anyone.

Trigger Warning: Flashbacks: He dreams of being assaulted by the group. Even though we aren't seeing things, I think the fact that he has a nipple ring in indicates that he is back there. So, this time we are getting a typical flashback. Slight panic attack because it is a flashback dream but believe it or not this will actually help cushion the mind some. Which is why he isn't having a full-blown panic attack. By waking up, the body recognizes the need to not fight so it can begin the calm down process. At this point, I would like to say a huge thank you to the many people who in-boxed me with trigger warnings. NotFree even sent me time stamps. Thank you so much guys 💜💜💜

Aww, look at that smile. You guys, I can't tell you what it means to have someone there to distract you when wake up from a flashback. To have a bit of normalcy. While Prapai is cheesy, he is also giving Sky what he needs right now which is to not feel alone. Yes Sky, you are crazy but I'm here for it. Aww, he blocked his number. You gonna have to work harder Prapai. Ahh the mantra, this too shall pass. It's something I repeat at least once a day.

Look at Payu's face!!! Hahahah!!! Prapai wouldn't have gotten where he has gotten if he wasn't smart guys. It's just that he is a fuck boy and has never applied that intelligence and observation to a partner. Now that he is. Sky is screwed. Prapai cares. Fuck boy has gone simp. Ohh, look at that honesty. He tells him the truth, so he has an excuse to come see him. He likes a challenge Sky, he isn't gonna give up on you. You present everything that a boy like him wants. Face it boy's got a prey kink.

Oh No! Sky is sick! This fucking coconut. I love Sig your honor but seriously. Look how Sky helps everyone. He needs someone to take care of him. Did psycho buy another phone just to talk to his boy?? Niceee. Awww look, somebody is missing somebody. Looks like the walls are cracking just a bit.

These lovely bunch of coconuts, smh. It's okay, I'm sure Sky will get it done. Well at least Sig tried to be caring. Sig, i'm gonna need you to fuck the attitude out of Som already. He's getting on my nerves. Go Sig go!! Love this Bitch. 🤣🤣🤣 I'll go piss him off again. Hhahahaha. Love this Bitch.

Oh baby boy. Damn this is hard because I know what this feels like. The mantra again, this too shall pass. I'm not kidding, I sometimes think that I need this tattooed on me. I'm not even kidding, it's really what gets me through shit sometimes. So why is Sky losing it. Because He has always depended on himself. His mom isn't in the picture, his dad wasn't really there. He raised himself there for he has been lonely and depended on himself, when he tried to depend on someone else, he was abused and let down. He can't afford to run that risk again. I need to hug the baby!

Bunch of coconuts but they are there for their friend. Prapai buying new sims cards every time he is blocked, lol. Look a boy jumping up and heading out the door before fully forming a sentence. Told you guys, Prapai was in love from the first slide in. That walk though, what the fuck is that. Like he got a dick up his ass. You need to practice the concerned walk dude. No dumbass you can't trust him but go head then.

Nope not just sex buddy boy. You head over heels you are. HAHA the part where I called my boyfriend to be dad a bastard. Finally putting in the fucking curse words. Dude, he is so gone for this boy. Fuck that sound mike is annoying. In an ASK recently I explain that in the book Prapai is soul deep in love with this boy and though he is a scoundrel, Sky makes him a better person. He begins bettering himself to be better for Sky and he doesn't even really realize it. He just does it. See, even admits for never caring for a sick person before but for Sky he just does it without thought.

See, he even stopped himself because of his promise to Rain. He isn't a dick you guys. Just a fuck boy but he's getting better. Look at him even cleaning up!!

I liked it! Yeah, he's still a fuck boy. I mean he practiced how to say Sky's name in the mirror. To be fair though, he's never chased someone or really had to flirt. His looks and money have always gotten him laid. Now he has to navigate this weird world since he wants more than that from Sky. I'm looking forward to seeing him grow into a better person. Well, we are at the end. Hope you guys enjoyed! 💜💜💜 Dedicated to @ellaspore and the coconuts mafia

#love in the air series #love in the air the series #love in the air kink #luta opinions

[charlottesbookclub]

Armitage Hux Headcanons

okay so I'm back at it again with the Hux brainrot. I was hoping to do another little fanfic tonight but I just don't quite have the creative energy for that rn, so instead I decided I'd finally collect all the random Hux headcanons that have been living in my head rent free for years and finally send them out into the world.

General Armitage Hux headcanons below the cut since this got a little long -- oops!

he hates being cold when he sleeps since it reminds him of his childhood. arkanis was cold and rainy, the ships that took them into the unknown regions were cold and sterile. so now that he has his own private chambers, he makes sure to keep a pile of blankets on the bed.

his mother was a baker and was particularly known for her breads. when armitage was little, she would cut slices of warm bread, smother them with butter, then dust sugar and spices like cinnamon, nutmeg, or cloves on top (or whatever the space equivalent of those are). because of this, the smell of bread and/or spices always reminds him of his mother, although aboard first order ships, it's not something he smells often.

he was bullied pretty ruthlessly at the academy. his slight frame, unique hair, and status as a bastard were all mocked and taunted almost constantly. he tried to ignore it most of the time, feigning indifference, but it actually fostered in him a deep-seated mistrust and fear of his peers.

following off that, he struggles to make personal connections with members of his crew. not that the first order really encourages that sort of thing, but friendships and other connections are pretty much bound to happen when you live and work with the same group of people. so he sees that other personnel are closer with each other than others, but whenever he makes an attempt to be more than strictly professional, people always seem put off. this is mostly because he has had so few friends, so he's incredibly awkward and unsure of what to do in a social situation (he's just like me fr fr). it's a vicious cycle.

the visual encyclopedia for tros said that pr*de was friends with both br*ndol and his wife (altho I deny that most of tros happened, just putting that out there. Hux Lives). this is just another reason that he hates pr*de, bc when he came to visit, he would join in with armitage's father and step-mother in belittling him.

he is constantly picking at the skin around his fingernails, often without even realizing he's doing it. this is another reason he prefers to wear gloves at all times when in the sight of others, so no one can see all the tiny little infected cuts on his fingers where he pulled the skin away. this is very much a symptom of his anxiety/paranoia. (also, this one is just completely me projecting lmao)

whenever he's planetside, he struggles to sleep (not that he sleeps very much or very well anyway, but it's even worse when he's planetside). he always assumed it was just the change of environment, which does account for part of it. but actually it's the silence he can't stand. on the finalizer or whatever other ship he might be on, there is the constant whirring and humming of machines. air circulators and the huge engines that keep the whole ship running along with the chatter of droids and the myriad other machines that all contribute to a thick blanket of white noise. the absence of it makes him uneasy, even though he doesn't know that it's the lack of noise that gives him the feeling of being unsettled.

he considers the huge polished war ships of the first order to be his home, but he does think about the sea on arkanis sometimes. fleeting memories will come back to him in dreams, or when he's collapsed in a state of semi-consciousness after overworking himself again. he remembers the crashing waves, the waters that shifted from deep blue to slate grey, the smell of salt on the wind, the screech of seabirds high above, the feeling of the sea spray on his cheeks and the waves lapping at his feet. he dreams of it and, although he will never admit it, he misses the sea.

that's all I have for now! but there are always more lmao. I'd love to hear anyone else's opinions on these or any other headcanons that you might have for our favorite ginger general 🧡

#armitage hux #general hux #hux #armitage hux headcanon #general hux headcanon #hux headcanon #charlotte rambles #tw bullying #tw skin picking

[hypersonic04]

i wasnt the person to request angst but i had a teacher!ross angst/fluff idea — it's matter of whether or not i can explain it well enough 💀

ngl it's probably more fluff than angst but anyways... i'm thinking you had quite a difficult time in secondary school with boys + romance specifically, maybe trusting the wrong people and being at the butt end of teenage stupidity (been there ✊😔). usually you can look past this when you're doing your job, you love the kids and you love teaching, but sometimes the school setting and the air of romance between you and ross (im thinking this is pre-relationship, yearning/hard crushing kinda thing), whilst wholesome and precious, also fills you with unwanted dread and anxiety. it's the visual and energetic combination of romance and school that trigger that feeling, i suppose. i think you're scared of repeating past mistakes, being hurt again, despite the idea of teenage heartbreak being impossible at this point. could you fashion something up? maybe ross realises something is up and comforts you about it, what would he do or say etc. or maybe, to dial up the angst, you distance yourself from him a bit, upsetting him, a lot of tension and whatnot, but then you confront these feelings and bad memories together, remake new, better ones — it's your call, i don't mind the direction you take this. either way, this would be very healing for me icl. ANYWAYS LOVE YOU, YOU'RE MY FAV PERSON ON HERE XOXO

I totally get what you mean.

I think you were quiet at school, so when you went to uni and got your first boyfriend, you were a bit naive, and the heartbreak hit you hard (speaking from experience? me? never.). Anyways, like you said, the whole ‘having a crush at work/school’ thing puts you very on edge, and you can’t help but feel negative about it sometimes.

One specific scenario comes to mind. You and Ross had spent the morning together, both of you having free periods, so you go to the school library and find some materials and books for your lessons. It’s very cute, very flirty - he shows you one book in particular, your heads very close together, and then him walking you back to your classroom after. You’re sat in your classroom that afternoon, feeling a bit like a teenager with a crush (which alone gives you a bit of anxiety), but you’re pulled out of the lovesick bubble by the sound of laughter from the hallway. Like the blurb from the other night where new guy was flirting with you, I think it’s the other way around this time - one of your colleagues is just a bit too friendly with Ross, always bringing him up in conversations and making a beeline for him whenever she can. You poke your head out of your classroom to see them both stood together - her manicured hand is on his arm, and she’s looking up at him exactly the same way you look at him, her blue eyes sparkly and blonde hair flicked over one shoulder. He’s looking at her with a grin, nodding along as she tells him something. You swallow heavily and immediately retreat back to your classroom, clearing your throat and attempting to get back to teaching. You feel so silly. It’s just like uni all over again - feeling naive and thinking that someone like Ross could ever possibly be interested in you. Anxiety surges your chest as you wonder whether he thinks you’re silly, whether he thinks you’re throwing yourself at him (of course he doesn’t, this is you we’re talking about. He thinks you’re incredible, you could say anything and he’d take it as gospel.). You’re sat at your desk, eyes stinging a little and feeling really disappointed. You’re scared that you were wrong about everything.

I definitely think Ross notices when you start distancing yourself from him. You pass each other in the hallway later that day, and rather than giving him the warm smile you normally give him, you just kind of purse your lips and make your way past him hastily. He finds it strange, but puts it down to you being tired, maybe? The days pass, and you’ve declined lunch with him, as well as a lift home, so he’s starting to get a bit concerned now. Obviously, he was super jealous when new guy was flirting with you a few weeks ago, so he’s worried that maybe it’s that again. You’re both crushing on each other so hard, and you’re both so worried that things aren’t going to work out for the two of you, that you end up miscommunicating. He’s distanced from you, you’re assuming that he’s seeing blondie, and you’re both in a bit of a state lol.

I think there’s an evening maybe a week later or so when it’s the two of you left in the building. You’re like ‘oh, sorry, I didn’t realise anyone else was still here.’, smiling at him and averting your eyes from him as you stand in the staff room, washing your mug in the sink. It’s a bit awkward between the two of you as he stands there, hands in his pockets, unable to take his eyes off you for some reason. ‘How’ve you been?’ he asks, clearing his throat. You look at him a bit surprised, realising it’s actually been over a week since you’ve properly spoken - ‘uh, yeah, I’m okay. how’re you?’ - and he says he’s been alright too. You’re liars, both of you. A conversation comes up where she’s mentioned, maybe a staff night out or something, and you’re like ‘yeah, she said you’d be going together, or something.’, feeling a lump in your throat as the words leave your mouth. He frowns immediately, shaking his head a little - ‘uh, no. I don’t think so. I’m not sure why she said that, we’ve not really spoken about it.’. You can’t look at him because you’re just so sad about the whole thing. His heart breaks when the cogs start turning in his mind, piecing it all together.

“We’re not a thing, you know?”

He kind of just says it. He knows it’s a bit of a big thing to say, assuming that you’d care, but the relief that visibly washes over your face makes his stomach flutter. He knows you’re not with new guy (because he outright asked him earlier, it was killing him), so he wonders whether maybe this is a bit of understanding between you both.

“Oh, yeah, I mean-“ you stutter a bit. It’s silent between the two of you until he suggests that you go together (cue Christmas part blurb, one of my favourites, here!), and you cannot fight the smile on your face.

#ross macdonald #the 1975 #1975 band #fanfic #matty healy #adam hann #george daniel #matty the 1975 #asks #teacher ross

[mcdonaldsnumberone]

SUIT UP!

marrying reo hcs

gender neutral reader

a/n: my background with weddings is unfortunately primarily christian weddings, so while i did my best to try and make the wedding customs as ambiguous as possible, it’s undeniable that that bias will be present in this fic! i apologize in advance for any inconvenience this might make, and i completely understand if such writing isn’t for you!

Marriage has always been something Reo has considered to be on the horizon: ever present, ever distant, yet still an anomaly that escaped his picture perfect world of control. He knew his parents would want him to marry for love before anything else, but if he failed to find love in this vast yet disgustingly unentertaining world of his, he would end up having to marry for position. Perhaps that’s one of the many countless reasons why Reo was even drawn to you in the first place. Like a moth drawn to a flame, you had been the exception to everything he had ever known in that perfect life he had always led.

Despite how well off he is and all the eyes placed on him, the kind of wedding Reo really wants is a small, private one. He knows his parents will make him go through the song and dance of a really expensive wedding for the sake of performance, but the wedding he wants where he can say his vows, look into your eyes and promise the rest of his life to you, the one where he scoops you up in his arms and swears nothing but happiness to you is the kind of wedding where it’s just him, you, and a handful of close ones to celebrate your union. He doesn’t need million dollar champagne or custom made clothes—he just wants that same loving comfort you’ve always welcomed him with.

Reo can hardly sit still as the two of you plan your wedding. He understands that it’s a painstaking process and that it isn’t something that happens overnight, but if he could marry you the very next day after he proposed, he 100% would have. Whenever you’re crunching numbers for the budget or figuring out the decorations you want, Reo tends to find himself simply melting into your presence and soaking up the euphoria of knowing that marrying you is a reality. Every little addition to the wedding prep is proof of that, and sometimes his excited jitters get so bad that he can’t sleep at night.

Reo writes, rewrites, and practices his vows to you constantly whenever he gets the chance. He’s practically engraved it into Nagi’s memory from how much he’s recited it to the poor boy, to the point that Nagi swears that he’ll end up chanting Reo’s vows even when he’s all old and wrinkly. Jokes aside though, Reo wants to pick the prettiest and most sincere words for you, and on the nights when he can’t sleep out of anticipation, he’ll reread his vows to you and daydream about how happy he’s going to be once he’s tied the knot.

The first time you two go out to buy wedding clothes, Reo has to fight the urge to immediately purchase everything you try on. He’s floored no matter what you slap on at the shop, staring at you with his eyes blown wide open and speechless, stunned that the visual he’s always built up in his head is actually becoming real right before his eyes. He genuinely forgets how to speak for a minute, and when you ask if he likes it, he blushes a brilliant shade of red and can’t look you in the eye. He definitely encourages you to find a way to preserve your wedding clothes and keep them as a memento. He tries to sneak a picture of you in all the different wedding outfits you put on, only to get (lovingly) scolded by all the shop attendants who tell him to be patient and take proper pictures on his actual wedding day.

Once the day hits though, Reo feels like he’s barely human. He’s so excited, so nervous, yet so ready for everything all at the same time that he can’t sit still. Nagi works wonders to keep Reo in one piece, and the white-haired boy has to practically wrestle Reo into his seat so that he doesn’t go running off into your dressing room and stick by your side before the two of you are actually supposed to see each other at the ceremony. Instead Reo settles for showing Nagi pictures of you pulling everything together with him for the wedding, proudly showing off all of your shared hard work.

And when it’s time for you two to be married for good, Reo does his best to shove everything deep into his memory. No matter what becomes of him and no matter how much the world changes, Reo is sure that his love for you will remain good and true. This instant, with you hand-in-hand with him, fulfilling another chapter of your lives together, is irrefutable proof of your bonds together. This is undoubtedly one of—if not, the most—happiest moment of his life, and he hopes that in the happily married years to follow, he can return the same joy that you’ve generously shown him from day one to what will one day be your last with him. 

“I promise to love you, now and forever. Nothing would make me happier than spending my remaining days by your side. If you feel the same as I do, will you take me to be your husband?”

x

#blue lock #bllk #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #reo mikage #x reader #my writing

[tailoroffates]

Anxiety Brain Fog and Tips to Defeat it!

Hey-hi! I’m back again to chat about yet another aspect of anxiety!  Anxiety brain fog… Anxiety brain fog can happen when a person is feeling anxious and it causes difficulty thinking clearly/concentrating. It’s common to experience brain fog when dealing with stressful situations, or while an individual experiences high stress in general. So, why does anxiety cause brain fog? Well, it typically happens because anxiety takes up a lot of mental resources. This makes it so people need to use more energy while trying to focus on anything other than that anxiety, which is why it makes it so difficult to concentrate or think clearly.

Symptoms of anxiety brain fog include:

Fatigue

An inability to organize thoughts or activities performed

Feeling confused or “spaced out”

Being easily distracted

Forgetfulness, or a constant loss of your train of thought

Having difficulty finding the right words

Processing thoughts slower than usual

Forgetting about a task you need to complete

Needing more time to complete basic tasks

So basically, anxiety brain fog creates a forgetful mental state affected by your anxiety. The more anxious you get, the harder it becomes to focus. It usually happens when you go to do something that you know makes you anxious, and it makes preparing for that task much harder than it needs to be. There are other causes for anxiety brain fog, meaning things that can make it more likely to affect you. These are:

Neurological conditions, like head injuries or dementia.

Some chronic illnesses

Dehydration, hunger, or vitamin deficiencies

Drugs and alcohol

Certain medications, like chemotherapy or mood stabilizers.

So the gist of the situation is, if it isn’t anxiety induced then you should do your best to take good care of yourself and if that doesn’t help, seek out medical attention that could provide better answers for your condition. Now, since the brain fog is a symptom and not a medical diagnosis there is no treatment for it that I am aware of. Though, managing the anxiety or the conditions causing the brain fog may help. I’m no medical professional or therapist, but as a fellow struggler of anxious tendencies, I happen to have a few tips to help you along the way.

My tips: 1.  Make a checklist and actively run through it before heading out to ensure you don’t stray off track. 2. Try to prepare ahead of time, or leave the things you need near the door where you can see them. Sometimes visual cues can help to re-spark your memory and clear the fog enough to set you back on the right path. 3.  Work on methods to slow or calm your anxiety. Giving your brain less to focus on can help redirect your attention towards what you need, instead of what you’re afraid of or anxious about. The tips I mentioned above are my personal methods of clearing, or at the very least, working through my own anxiety brain fog. I hope this information helps you find your own path to victory VS the foggy brain feels <3 Unfortunately, that’s all I have for you today, but for those of you who have your own tips for working through anxiety brain fog, I’d love to hear about them and how they help you in the comments or tags! Sharing is caring!

#anxeity #anxiety tips #amwriting #social anxiety #anxiety is a bitch #anxiety management #anxiety hacks #tips and tricks #anxiety help #anxiety problems #mental heath awareness #TOF

[blackwolfstabs]

30 Day Writing Challenge: Day 9

ANGEL

Tara is done with studying for the night and requires Chad's undivided attention.

“It’s maybe embarrassing how long I’ve wanted to do that.”

“Yeah, you should’ve done that a lot sooner.”

“I know.”

“But you could also do it a lot more times.”

It was the subtle gestures that led up to that moment. Neither of them realized it, until they both lost the ones that kept them from each other. Liv and Amber had them leashed and microchipped, grooming them to be their one and only. But a lot had happened since that night. September 23, 2022: the night that everything started to fall apart. However, once everything was said and done, things started to change. The grieving process came and went, and eventually, Tara and Chad had to move on. Sometimes, the memories hung around, but most of the time, their focus was moving forward and not looking back.

Many people would sit back and say that Chad saw Tara as ‘second-rate’ or that she was ‘the only option because survivors had to stick together’. But that wasn’t true. He had always been fond of her, he just never had the chance to act on it among Wes’s and Amber’s quarrel for her heart. It had pushed him out of sight, and therefore, he accepted it and searched for someone else. But he never fully lost his feelings for her, even if they had become small. 

In fact, it wasn’t just him that knew it. His mother knew it too, and she told him so. He had liked Tara from the start. She had been the one to go get help when he got hurt during recess in 1st grade and stopped by the nurse’s office to check on him before she went home. Martha said he had come home from school that day and told her: 

“I’ve met my angel, Mom.”

She never forgot that. And now, whenever she’d remind him, he knew that it was true. Tara was nothing he had ever known, and as much as they bickered with and teased each other, he didn’t know what he would do without her. Since the Ghostface murders of 2022, they had become close, and after the ones in 2023, they were officially an item.

She looked so much like a lady, but she was so much like a child. A devil when she held him close, an angel when she smiled. Tara was Chad’s angel. Even on her worst days, she healed him. Even on her worst nights, she was beautiful. It just took him a while to find her… to truly find her.

Now, it was October of 2024, almost marking a year after their 2nd death-cheat. However, it had been 2 years since they reserved their feelings for each other. 

They fell in love in October. 

October of 2023. Except, now in 2024, this 3rd time proved to be the charm, for there had been no return of Ghostface. Finally, there was rest for the reckless who’d run into love…

It was raining, the visual outside the drenched windows holding a silver film from the current downpour. Apartment 315 of Hortense Tower was quiet, much more quiet than usual, the only noise coming from the rain and soft volume of the television, where Chad was glued to some sort of endless duel on the Xbox. Every now and then, he’d make a hushed comment that was most commonly a curse word or two from not moving quick enough or taking a serious blow. Behind him, Tara sat at the table, leaning her head against her hand as she stared at the same law textbook she’d been studying for 3 hours.

Her head hurt, she was exhausted, and she was finally on her last page of the reading she was assigned, which made the pounding and weariness come off a little less strong.

And within the next couple of minutes, she was done. Sure, she may have simply read the last few paragraphs, instead of understanding them, but at least she could say she got through every page. She picked up her phone that was placed face-down beside her to check the time.

9:39 PM.

Yeah, she should’ve quit homework for the night a long time ago. Night time was Tara Time, according to herself. It was the only time where she couldn’t be bothered by anything or anyone, because well… duh, it was night time. And tonight, she wanted to spend it in the company of someone else—the only other person in the apartment right now.

Tara shut her text book and left the table, making her way to the couch to sit down next to Chad, who didn’t notice her until she did so.

He barely glanced over, before he paused his game and made an effort to look at her. “You done?” 

She nodded, “Yep.” Before he could say anything else, she invited herself into his lap, facing him while her knees straddled him in place. “Now, give me attention,” she demanded as she draped her arms over his shoulders.

He chuckled, “Uh, how about a ‘please’?” He moved his arms around her small waist, crossing his wrists to keep hold on his controller. Her eyes, though tired, held the same warm glow that made them unique. One of the many things he loved about her.

“Oh, come on, are you really gonna make me beg?” she replied, tilting her head in that infamous way.

“Mm-hmm.”

Tara huffed. “Turn off the Xbox first,” she nodded backwards to the television, “‘cause I’m only gonna say it once.” He obliged and tossed the controller on the seat cushion next to him, before meeting her gaze. And she gave what he wanted, “Please. I require attention,” with her own twist, of course. “Preferably yours. Preferably undivided. Preferably now.” 

The smirk that she was pulling never failed to get to Chad. There was something about its mischievous hint and attractive aura that complimented her big, brown eyes so well, it made her a work of art. Not to mention the dimple he always caught on her right cheek made her shine even brighter. “My undivided attention…” He played like he had to give the idea some thought, glancing around with a musing brow, “Hmm…” Then, he nodded. “I think I can manage that.”

She giggled and pulled him into a well-needed kiss. She had him so close that her chest met his, when he leaned into her lead. Her elbows bent to hold him in place, while his hands slid up her back to keep her as well.

When they parted, they stayed close, their foreheads touching as their eyes met.

“Is this the kind of attention you’re looking for?” Chad whispered. Tara blinked at him as he retreated his hands to hold her sides.

“I just want you,” she answered in the same tone.

He hummed in response and gave her lips a quick peck. “Like that?”

Her face flushed pink. “More.”

He kissed her left cheek. “How about now?”

She shook her head, “More than that.” Her smirk grew into a beautiful smile.

This led him to give her another peck on the lips, then stick an exceptionally admirable one on her dimple, which didn’t go away after they locked eyes again. If anything, it deepened as her pearlized teeth began to show through her grin. “Still not enough for you?” he quizzed with a light chuckle

She shook her head again, her playing-hard-to-get nature making her chuckle as well, “No.”

“Are you saying you’re needy?” Chad then teased, wrapping his arms around her back to pull her in a little closer. “Hmm?”

Tara didn’t falter, just raised her chin to challenge him. “Am I?” She raised an eyebrow in temptation, but was taken off-guard when he held her close to sprinkle quick, delicate kisses over her face, before trailing down her neck and even reaching her collar bone. She didn’t mind it at first, taking them as the attention she craved, but when his lips nipped at the soft skin shielding her left carotid artery, she started to cringe with a pitched noise. “Oka-hay, that tickles!” she openly shared, mindless to what other antics he may pull from his sleeve.

And of course, he had an overrun of what she bargained for. If she wanted to be such a dictator, she should be open to any and all kinds of attention. Her boyfriend halted his kissing but kept his lips close to her skin as he tested her. “Oh, really?” He locked her in place with his crossed arms around her small torso to mischievously handle her sides with his fingers. “Then this should fulfill your need for attention, right?”

Carpenter yelped as she released his neck to try and clamp her elbows in between his itching fingertips, already crumbling into laughter. “No-ho!” she protested, beginning to squirm a little from her failed attempt to block. “That’s not fa-ha-hair!”

“Yes, it is,” he retorted, his strength outdoing hers by far to leave her helpless in his embrace. “You wanted my attention!” He didn’t waste another moment to nuzzle his way into her neck to continue his obsessive kissing, earning a squeal from her. 

His girlfriend cringed, the elevation of her shoulders mixed with her hands making an effort to push him away leaving the majority of her torso open to his mercy. And she felt him take advantage of it as one of his hands migrated up to tickle her underarm, while the other stretched to target the frontal surface of her stomach. “Nooo-ho-ho-aha-ha-ha! Chad, sta-ha-hap!” She was notorious for biting off more than she could chew, and she was the only one to blame, having invited herself into his hold for sensual captivation.

The sound of her laughter was the best sound he’d ever heard. It was healing, even amongst her spontaneous wriggling. She didn’t laugh very hard too often because of her asthma, but when she did, it was priceless. It was a reminder of every single thing that made him weak for her. She was an angel that had her wings clipped a million times before, but they always mended. She was a fighter, a survivor, an angel on earth. Beautiful, powerful, young, and a blessing.

Chad melted into Tara’s sweet scent as he continued to tease her, not intending to but happening to find the bare skin of her midriff beneath the loose fit of her pajama top. He heard her nearly shriek as her head went back to expose more of her throat, but he figured enough was enough for tonight. He knew she was tired, and this had probably taken up all the energy she had left. Plus, she had class tomorrow morning.

“Chad, plea-hease!” she begged around her guffaws, “You’re gonna ma-hake me pee!”

He obediently backed down, pulling away from her neck and repositioning his arms back to where they were initially supporting her. When he found her face, her skin was flushed red with tears formed at the corners of her eyes from the intensity of her laughter. “Has justice been served?” he teased, playing around with her studying to become a lawyer.

She was still panting, fading giggles coming through every now and then as she settled. She nodded, “Yeah… sure. Court is adjourned.” 

He smiled at her, before delivering one last, loving kiss on her cheek. And right before he pulled away, she returned a kiss of her own to his jawline, then heaved a final recovery sigh. 

When she felt his arms loosen around her back, she took it upon herself to shift positions, moving both of her legs to be on one side of him while she turned herself 90° to lower herself in a slouch and lean against his chest with her head on his clavicle. She reached behind her to grab the abandoned Xbox controller and turned the console on. “You can keep playing now,” she allowed, turning the controller over to him.

Chad took it in one hand and felt her nestle against him to make herself comfortable. “You don’t mind?”

“Mm-mm,” she answered, while shaking her head. “But I’m sitting here whether you like it or not.”

He reloaded his game and hooked his other arm around her to handle the controls. “Anything for you, Tara.”

And it was true. Anything for her…

His love. His life. His perfect.

His angel.

reeeeeeee literally wrote this as it came to me so pls don't judge me.

lowkey really pissed off with the fact that i can't post as consistently as i'd hoped for. #flop

special thanks to Luke Combs's "Beautiful Crazy", George Strait's "Baby Blue", RaeLynn's "Say", and Bryan Adams's "Nothing I've Ever Known" - these 4 songs had me during this prompt.

All my best! ♡ - parker

#scream #scream v #scream vi #tara carpenter #chad meeks martin #song inspired #30 day writing challenge #angel #AU: All My Heart

[rocketchip-comic]

I love that in Rocket's backstory she was a janitor, because as a janitor myself at the hospital I work at we're given a surprising amount of clearance for accessing rooms in the building, second only to security officers. Also, cleaning and maintenance staff are inconspicuous and often looked over. So, chances are you're not gonna question why a janitor is in a room as long as it looks like they're doing their job. Out of mind, out of sight; a ghost. It would be relatively easy (hypothetically of course, to any future employers I wouldn't do this in real life) to "borrow" company property and do... less than legal things with classified information, and with Rocket's engineering/tech experience and the lackluster security the only thing she would have to worry about is being patient and making sure that she's still doing her job to keep prying eyes away from her. Not saying that this wouldn't be a stressful plan to enact, but in this context it's very doable and I just think that's neat

As for the actual stealing of the ship... well, I assume that's where the luck comes into play.

anyway yea :) your comic v cool and fun and good

wait i forgot i had a question! ok so how exactly does Chip's memory deletion work? is it just like a button on the side of her head that just boop and poof its gone? Does she ever accidentally delete memories she wants to keep? wait thats 3 questions oops

HA I'm glad I got that accurate! At my last job whenever janitors got into stuff nobody else was supposed to see there was always this attitude of like "oh well, they won't know what to do with that info anyway." Which is .. hmm. But YES disclaimer for kids at home, I do not condone becoming a janitor to modify engineering plans and eventually hijack a spaceship to leave the planet. Just say NO!

Chip's robot physiology is a little wonky and works by cartoon logic, but basically she has two little electric panels on the sides of her head. That's what those yellow swirl things are supposed to be.

When she wants to forget something unpleasant, she essentially sends an electric jolt through her finger while pressing it up to the panel. and ZAP! (It's sort of meant to invoke the image of someone sticking their fingers in their ears when they don't want to hear something.)

To put it visually, its like her memory is a video in an editing program that she's dragging clips out of, and the gaps in the video are just replaced by vague jumbled static.

Sometimes she actually does remove more memories than intended. When she's in a rush or feeling panicked she'll cut out a wider section of memory in her haste to just GET RID OF THE BAD!! Which deletes pretty much all of the surrounding context of the memory as well. She's never really considered this to be a big issue.

Now where do the removed memory bits go? She has NO idea. All she knows is that she can't access them anymore once she's done the zappy thing, so they're as good as gone to her!

But who knows what could happen? 👀

#ask #THANK YOU these asks are so fun

[lemonade-luvr]

I MEAN THATS AS FAR AS I KNOW. to be fair all i’ve heard abt it is You fucking hallucinate shit .thats literally it .

where the fuck did i get the idea you were having hallucinations then......... hmmm. however, i also dont get many hallucinations! at least not visual ones. im much more privy to tactile and auditory stuff!

im gonna infodump. autistic style. and if i accidentally desstroy your worldview, im so sorry. you have been warned.

IT GOT REALLY LONG SORRY FUCKKKKKKKK

schizophrenia is actually very similar to an autism diagnosis! at least from an outside perspective. it comes with flat tone and struggles with facial expressions and all that jazz! it can also make it really hard to think and leads to a very scattered mind??? idk how to describe it . because of the . well we call it brain scramble! i think its called something like word salad though.

the main defining thing about schizophrenia is the presence of psychosis, which is further defined by hallucinations, delusions and paranoia o^_^o

hallucinations CAN include seeing stuff that isnt there, though thats a really simple understanding of visual hallucinations. the visual hallucinations i tend to get are stuff in the corner of my eye and the walls kinda.. Shifting. nothing immediately distressing. but i know there are people with way more scarier things going on.

auditory hallucinations are something i experience a lot more, and theyre just.. hearin stuff that wasnt ever there. my brain loves the discord notification sound and like. splatoon sound effects. sometimes i hear someone yell the body's name!

there are also tactile hallucinations which is feeling a sensation that wasnt real. we get these ones the most. a good example isssss well rn im getting The Bugs. like buddy theres no bugs here you are feeling hair probably and yet even then i still feel it eugh eugh eugh. our headmates can make use of our tactile hallucinations to give me pats on the head though, which is nice o^_^o

delusions are simply believing something that isnt true wholeheartedly. i dont reallly like to share mine because im scared of people playing into them or thinking theyre cringe BUT i will share that we have fully believed ourselves to be in future london before. which is really fucking funny you are allowed to think this is funny. we are in the wrong country for that buddy. you can be fully aware that somethiing isnt true and still believe it! its fucked up! they should make that illegal. these are the mind killer i hate these little bastardsssssss... delusions are very versatile. its also like thinking mundane things are signs.... theres a lot to say on delusions.

paranoia is the one thats really easy to comprehend its just intense and unfounded anxiety. me when i overthink everything to death. me when everyone on the bus knows im gay.

also it makes it really hard to Word Shit. sometimes i cannot comprehend the english language despite it being the only one i fucking know. On that Topic. Sorry if this is Incomprehensible. i actually genuinely Cannot Tell. its usually fine but sometimes i just feel like i cant get ANYTHING across correctly.

impaired motor coordination is also a thing? which makes it hard for me to type sometimes and also do things like, idk, drink my monster energy without spilling it and pissing off charles. sorry charles. damn. UH theres also a lot of repetitive behaviours, and catatonia. it can come with memory issues and FATIGUE BIIIIITCH and BUDDY am i FEELING the fatigue today. AUGH AUGH AUGH.

oki think thats all i have to say on the matter unless u have questions

i feel so fucking nuts right now i dont know if its the rush of i just got to infodump or if im manic :sosonormal: <you are manic <thanks babygirl in my head. god i hope this is comprehensible

ONE TWENTY ONE GUNS 💥

#asks.txt

[whimsicaldragonette]

Arc & Audio ARC Review: Aces Wild: A Heist by Amanda DeWitt

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Publication Date: September 13, 2022

Synopsis:

What happens in Vegas when an all-asexual online friend group attempts to break into a high-stakes gambling club? Shenanigans ensue. Some people join chess club, some people play football. Jack Shannon runs a secret blackjack ring in his private school’s basement. What else is the son of a Las Vegas casino mogul supposed to do? Everything starts falling apart when Jack’s mom is arrested for their family’s ties to organized crime. His sister Beth thinks this is the Shannon family’s chance to finally go straight, but Jack knows that something’s not right. His mom was sold out, and he knows by who. Peter Carlevaro: rival casino owner and jilted lover. Gross. Jack hatches a plan to find out what Carlevaro’s holding over his mom’s head, but he can’t do it alone. He recruits his closest friends—the asexual support group he met through fandom forums. Now all he has to do is infiltrate a high-stakes gambling club and dodge dark family secrets, while hopelessly navigating what it means to be in love while asexual. Easy, right?

My Rating: ★★★★★

*My Review below the cut.

My Review:

This was so much fun! I was drawn into the story immediately and immediately sympathetic to the main character. He was sarcastic, self-deprecating, funny, and a very believable teenager -- some of my favorite things in a protagonist. He made a lot of very realistic, very bad decisions, especially early on when he felt like he was alone and his world was falling apart. Sometimes he even knew they were bad decisions and he still made them. He was a very realistic teenager, in other words. I LOVE that the entire crew he pulls together for his heist are ace. It's such a fun detail, and so relatable - not having friends in your immediate surroundings but connecting with people all over the country on fanfiction forums and then forming a chat support group for ace people? Definitely felt familiar, which drew me in even more. I almost felt like I was a member of the group and in on their shenanigans. The heist itself sometimes took a backseat to the family and friend group drama, but I'm ok with that. There was still plenty of heist action there, but I was there for the character interactions anyway as I generally prefer character driven to plot driven stories. I love love loved the characters. They were all such individuals, with unique characteristics and mannerisms that didn't feel forced at all. They felt like real people you might find anywhere. Well, they felt like real teenagers that you might meet at the outskirts of the school social scene, which is where I've always been the most comfortable. In short - I wanted to be their friend too. They were very obviously my people. I like how the 'being ace' aspect was handled, as well as the tentative love story. It was sweet and realistic and believable... and familiar. Aside from the whole heist thing, it could have been me and my friends in high school and college. That sense of familiarity, of belonging, made me love this book 1000x more than I would have based solely on the plot. Obviously not everyone is going to feel this sentimental about the book and characters, but I think a lot of people will really see themselves here and feel seen. Las Vegas was an excellent choice of setting because the glitter and glamour made an excellent contrast to the seriousness of the beginning and then an excellent background and distraction during the plotting and executing of the heist itself. I've never been to Las Vegas, but after reading this I feel like I was there. The descriptions didn't ever try to take over the story like in some books, but I still felt like everything was very grounded in a specific place and could even almost see it playing out in my head. in fact I did see it that way - I have very specific visual memories of events in the book. It was like watching a movie. Ocean's 11, but with teenagers. The audiobook was narrated flawlessly and I love the narrator and the choices he made for the different voices and the way he told the story. Just perfect all around. I bumped the speed up to 2x because he spoke a little slowly for my taste - many people do - and it was still perfectly clear and easy to understand and all the emotion came through easily. *Thanks to NetGalley, Peachtree Teen, and Recorded Books for providing an e-arc and audio arc for review.

#amanda dewitt #aces wild #lgbt+ #lgbt+ books #asexuality #netgalley #shilo reads #arc review #audio arc review #peachtree teen #recorded books

[spideronthesun]

0, 3, 6, 12, 24 and 48 for the tarot ask game! This is @coarsely's main by the way :)

Hi! Thank you!!

00. THE FOOL: BEGINNINGS (What is the opening line to your current work?) 

Already answered it here. (x)

03. THE EMPRESS: CREATIVITY (What do you do to feed your creativity and gain inspiration?) 

Nature helps me out a lot.

I find it to be an incredibly healing experience altogether. Even when I have a writer's block, or I am struggling with a certain phrasing, taking a long walk helps me to sort out some struggles.

I also love listening to music. Something about the music helps me to visualize certain scenes and interactions much better, and conjures them up in my head.

06. THE LOVERS: RELATIONSHIPS (What are your favorite relationships to write about, whether romantic, familial, or platonic?) 

I love writing about the brotherhood between my five characters. Each one of them is so different from each other, and the dynamic is quite interesting because they've been together since their birth. As well as taking it into consideration that I am an only child in real life.

Also friendships! I love them so much!

12. THE HANGED MAN: STUCK (What do you do when you have writer's block or find yourself stuck?)

I struggle with that a lot. I still have not figured out what works for me. I wish that I never ran out of the ideas.

I will try to bounce the ideas off my best friend. Sometimes discussing a scene with someone helps bring clarity and different insights. But I will try to write down as much as I can and leave the chapter alone to be until I can return to it with a fresher perspective.

24. THREE OF CUPS: CELEBRATION (How do you celebrate your wins, or plan to?)

Lots and lots of ice cream! (lol)

I like to reward myself with ice cream once in a while. When I reach a certain word goal, or whenever I complete a really important chapter.

48. QUEEN OF SWORDS: THICK SKIN (Have you ever received a stabbing critique of your work? Did you handle it well?)

I don't really like to talk about that because yes, I did. I deal with an impostor's syndrome. I often question myself if what I am doing is good enough, and if my writing is enjoyable and someone will fall in love with the world that I am building.

And I wish that I could have handled it better. In personal life, I treat rejection more as a redirection, teaching me how to approach things differently. I constantly strive for perfection and I won't give up until I have reached it fully.

It made me quit writing for a couple of months. I could not even look at my writing without feeling upset. It took me a while to regain my love for my characters and resume writing. Sometimes, I still recall the critique I received while working on certain chapters of my story, but most of it has faded from my memory.

#answers

[eldritch-spouse]

Heya, hope u have nice, sunny day here👋

Should I say I'm blessed that I found ur blog? Prob yes cuz thanks to you, i got out of my artblock hole first time in three years 🛐 God is a woman truly, in Pinnie I trust- No jokes, thanks dearly. Let me throw some quick messy sketch on idea I got after crunching on some good stuff at your blog and by this morally prepare myself to throw some little drawings of ur ocs later lmao

Some visuals: https://ibb.co/album/LrrXvv

Looks like here's a strange new visitor, huh...

Meet Double Trouble!

First impression.

It's hard to tell that here's a monster in front of you – after all, "main" body looks 100% human! Ah, yes, for sure, Eve is true femme fatale with this charming looks of hers. It's no surprise she steals attention easily with this seductive eyes and lovely lips- And what about her long, luxurious hair? Perfection as it is!

Ah, but she looks kind of sick, you know? And it's not even about her deadly pale skin- Sometimes it seems like she's talking- even arguing with herself- And her hair moves strangely even without any wind from times to times. Sometimes she can even puke out very strange things... Hmm, have you ever seen her eating them, actually? Or just eating at all?

Of course, pretty ladies never walk alone – and in case of Eve, her guardian dog is glued to her... Well. Quite literally. Grghaath never delays his early introduction, opening his massive jaw on the back of her head just to slip in some comment every time he hears something intriguing without thinking twice. Or, for example, when he can sense some food nearby- And, well, with amounts he's consuming, here's no surprise Eve doesn't have to bother herself...

How he decide "what is food" is a different story tho. Pft, what a brute.

"I'm hungry, so hungry... Eve? Eve? Look, this thing looks delicious..."

"... Please, don't take him seriously, he is definitely not a brains in our duo."

What are they?

Joke of nature Very strange case of symbiosis between human and... Well, something non-human. Roughly speaking, they're closer to changeling in the matter of literally turning inside out if they feel the need to swap. For the most of the time, Grghaath hides inside Eve, letting her communicate with outside world; in cases of danger, they change, since in terms of raw power Grghaath is a clear winner. It's needless to say that their harmony and teamwork are impressive – no-no, what is truly shocking, that even after years of being in such unique alliance, sharing thoughts, etc., both of them saved their original personalities and clear lol minds. For now, they are like roommates, but with different sides of body... Bodymates? Side neighbours?? Inside-outsties??? 🤔🤔🤔

Grghaath looks like giant, constantly wriggling and moving mass of flesh with a lot of mouths full of sharp teeth (prob will remake it lol). Eye on his body belongs to Eve.

Eve looks like human mostly, no special features aside from long "scar" on her back and big mouth at the back of her head.

Both can use tendrils(?) masked as hair; both can talk with eachother in thoughts if needed, share senses/thoughts/memories/etc. Eve become much stronger after their fusion, Grghaath gained higher intelligence for those of his kind and brighter emotions.

Quick description.

Eve: maneater😏

Grghaath: maneater😧

Eve, as been said before, brains and beauty, face of the pair and the main reason both of them haven't gone insane honestly – mostly because of her incredible self-control. She has realistic outlook on life and strong personality, and she was already mature enough at the moment of fusion- This is why she successfully asserted dominance over her at that time new neighbor in a shortest time possible. Not a mothering type, but "cool elder sister with knowledge behind her back" type – smart and reliable one, doesn't afraid to take responsibility for her actions. Can be overly pushy and even suffocating tho-

Grghaath, well... He's not a baddest neighbour for sure. If you will ignore his bad eating habits, he's pretty chill dude! Can and will talk with people around him about some silly random shit. Usually mistaken for the some type of parasyte, which makes him so offended........ And leads to funny and emotional protests. Scarily fast learner! Will laugh it off if someone points it out. Very good hunter, adapts to every condition so quickly– well, yes... He doesn't like to get scolded if he gets catched for eating some lame loser. It's a need to be smart and fast enough. Still too animalistic to clean up his meals perfectly, so he still gets scolded :(

What's their motivation?

Grghaath wants to find truth. Both of them has no information about what in the goddamn world fused them nor who they were before their meeting, all their memories are foggy. Must say, it's not a "i want to get rid of her" thing, mostly just interest.

Eve doesn't have any strict plans for life, she goes where wind blows. For now she tries to find someone like them- well, like Grghaath. She knows that he feels lonely. Sometimes she wonders if it's better for them to be separated, so he can live normal live for his kind.

•••

Phew, this was exhausting- Anyways 😔🙏 hope it wasn't too bore for you lmao. Maybe I will polish this idea later. Only best wishes, I will come back with some sketches again soon-

Oooooooo-wow, that is a giant wall of text. Your general writing style reminds me of someone too. Hm 🤔.

I don't really know if this oc is connected to anything regarding my narratives or you just decided to show me them? In which case thank you, but I would really suggest you post this on your account because it's likely to get swallowed in a cluster of other asks here. And you deserve visibility, honestly.

I'm glad I broke that 3 year artblock that's one Hell of a fucking badge to wear! 💪👀

#unrelated⭐️

[realwizardofass]

I am Calrissian Steele. And I’m not okay.

I don’t usually like to do this. I already feel like a burden as it is. And what’s worse is that no matter what, no matter how many times people tell me I’m not a burden. I’m not a problem. They don’t hate me or feel stressed cause of me. I can’t believe it. I can’t stop blaming myself for how I feel. I can’t stop hating myself. I can’t stop feeling like a burden. I can’t stop thinking people are lying to me. I wish I could not believe any of it. I wish I could heal. I wish I could move on. I wish the suffering would stop. But no matter how many times I go through it, no matter how many times I am reassured. I just can’t get rid of it. It’s a wall I can’t get over.

I am really tempted to destroy any close relationships I have because I am tired of burdening them with my problems. To free them from me so they can live a less problematic life. So they no longer have to deal with my constant bullshit.

I hate that I constantly feel like I’m being lied to. I know it’s irrational. I know that is not normal and more than likely not true. But my mind keeps convincing me that it is true. And when your brain knows you better than you do. It’s not something to easily dismiss and shrug off.

At my worst, voices in my head come out. Multiple voices screaming and whispering at the same time, unwrapping countless threads of why my life is awful and not only will it never get better. It will always get worse. And it’ll be all my fault. And that’s why I should end my life. They find and pick out countless memories and instances to show me why how I am is my own fault and I can’t be saved. They make very convincing arguments that are hard to deny. They come out every so often and it’s so unbelievably painful that it’s almost physiological suffering on top of mental torture. I start screaming like I am being hurt because it’s a natural instinct. Even though I feel no actual pain. But it’s as if I am.

I can be in control of myself, I can at ease. Holding it together. Even having a good and productive day. And one tiny thing can set me off into a mental breakdown and lose it. I will just start screaming and ranting about myself and others uncontrollably. I know what I’m doing is irrational. I know what I’m doing is wrong and over the top. But I can’t stop myself.

I feel like I will never recover. Like I am permanently damaged and I can never be put back together. And I feel like it’s my fault. And also, nobody will EVER understand. Like I’m completely alone in the world and no matter how much affection I seek, no matter how much love I wish to feel, no matter how much I want to be cared for, no matter how much people say they understand… it will NEVER be enough. It will never satiate my feelings of wanting to be appreciated and understood.

I am a few months away from being on the verge of homelessness. On the street. Living in my car with my animals. I am trying to mentally prepare for it as best I can. But the imminence is slowly rotting me away from the inside. I have tried countless forms of help from the state, from different programs and nothing is really available. There are so many people seeking help but not much funding to help people. I feel soon, I will also fall through the cracks and be on the street as well. And feeling like it’s my fault is it’s own brand of hell.

I lose myself in daydreaming all the time. Sometimes it’s delusions of grandeur of how someday I will be famous, or mega strong, driven and talented. Be a beacon of hope for people who suffer like I did and put out art that will change the world. Other times it’s the exact opposite. It is daydreams that become nightmares of killing, maiming, and destroying everything around me. Exacting revenge on the world in extremely violent ways that are hurtful to think about. Harming what’s closest to me and even my animals. Visualizing these things, feeling them… they seem to almost feel real and it sucks to say the least. It’s like a physical jolt that is fed through your brain uncontrollably and no matter how many times you try to dismiss it… it just keeps repeating like a broken record. Over and over and over again.

I have gotten close to committing suicide several times this year. From almost buying a gun. To setting up a plan. To even slightly trying out that plan to ensure it’ll work. It will if I did it. I overdosed last year on hard alcohol and Xanax. I was out for 3 days and was brought to the hospital in an ambulance and had to stay there for a few more days. I walked out in silence and had to walk in socks in the snow to reach a place where I could get an uber. I hate hospitals. They do nothing for you except boredom. Being stuck inside your head away from any sort of comfort. They do nothing for me.

In case you don’t know and most of you don’t, I was in an abusive marriage and had to escape a little over a year ago. It has been extremely difficult these past couple years. Hardest and more chaotic I’ve ever had. It was classic narcissistic, trauma bonding relationship. I was Made to feel special, feeling loved, feeling praised and appreciated only for it to be taken away and then talk down to me, berate me, scream at me, tear me down, and lie to me. At my most vulnerable and crying like a baby, I was told I was pathetic by the person who I thought was my soulmate. By the person I thought I was gonna spend the rest of my life with. It turned out for about a year they were doing drugs behind my back. Hard drugs and they started losing their mind and they made it seem like it was my fault. I had to leave to save myself and I was harassed and berated over and over again. Even had money stolen from me. False promises and everything in between. They are no longer the person I once knew. Even her own family no longer recognizes them.

I grew up in my childhood feeling unloved, ignored, and feeling like a burden. Like I was an annoyance. In my black and white autistic brain, I thought… if I’m not loved then I deserve to be hated. And I made that a self fulfilling prophecy that I can’t get rid of and has only worsened with age.

I’m just tired of suffering. I wish it would go away and I’m sorry if I’ve hurt anyone or made them feel used or stressed you out or have caused anxiety or pain.

I am Calrissian Steele. And I’m not okay.

#mentalheathawareness #mental health #mental illness #actually mentally ill #mens mental health #autism #bipolor #schizophrenia #complex ptsd #dissasociation #im not okay

[sukunasbabygirl]

For the Uncle Philip au do you think that Hunter would still have the cut in his ear and the scar on his face from Belos?

I spoke about this very briefly in another post but this is a perfect time to go into more detail!

I think I drew him in the beach art with a cut in his ear just out of habit, but I don’t think he would have it? If he did, it wouldn’t be from Philip but another accident, so it’s something I’ll have to think on.

The scar however…

Well, this is what I said in the previous post I made with it in as a summary:

I thought about it some more and I know it would have to take place sometime before hunting palismen, because it links to that plotline, so I placed it as an event somewhere between Keeping Up A-Fear-Ances and Through the Looking Glass Ruins. While they saw some pretty bad stuff with him and his ‘curse’, he always managed to keep the palismen beast under control up until this point.

It would be an argument started over the idea of another human on the isles before them. Luz asks one too many questions that sets Philip off, and it only gets worse when Eda intervenes. He tries to keep it under his control but inevitably fails and Luz, Hunter, King and Eda are all forced to watch some not so pleasant body horror as Philip transforms into… that.

Out of the two, Hunter gets closest. Luz needs Eda’s warnings to some degree, getting close but also keeping her distance, whether as Hunter tries to take a closer approach. What he doesn’t realise is that attempting to comfort and slowly walk towards his uncle with raised hands makes him look a lot like Caleb, and mimics an old memory Philip has of Caleb when the palismen were acting up. Hunter barely has time to register what follows.

He thinks his uncle was beginning to calm down, slowly sinking into himself and lowering his head, but suddenly something changed and all Hunter heard was a snarl, before feeling something wet on his cheek after being knocked back. Then, pain. Eda takes that moment of confusion to rush in with one of the dead palismen they have stored in the house (Bat queen supplies them as a favour she owed the Wittebane brothers but it’s kept as a secret between them, it’s a whole other plotline for another day).

The immediate aftermath is probably the worst. Everyone is on their knees. Philip is panting heavily, shaking, not at all comprehending what he just did. Hunter is in pain, in shock, and Luz, who now has a scared king in her arms, can’t seem to move towards Hunter, too stuck in her own fear.

Eda is the first one to make a move and sort things out.

When Philip and Hunter do talk after all of that, I have a very specific visual in my mind of Philip embracing Hunter as he says “I’m sorry Caleb.”

But anyway, I’m unfortunately losing my thought train.

Long story short: He might have his ear tear if I can work with that, and he definitely gets his cheek scar.

#the owl house #toh #the owl house au #toh au #emperor belos #philip wittebane #hunter toh #hunter wittebane #asks #uncle philip au