ARTEMI PANARIN ( vs NYI. 12.22.22. )

OKAY CAN I JUST-

bb insecure abt his scars, kissing each one and asking him to tell you the stories behind each one so all he remembers abt the scars is ur love overshadowing the pain

PLZ I WILL COMBUST-😭😭

dearest anon, this is such a soft and sweet thought 🥺 i apologize that it’s taken me a few days to get to! i’ve been in a bit of a writing slump, but hopefully i was able to do your idea some justice! 🫶🏻 (wasn’t planning for this to be so long, but i got a little carried away)

momentos of your love | b.b

You were curled up in bed next to Bradley. No matter how hard you both tried, sleep just didn’t seem to come, so you wasted the night away by talking about anything and everything in between. You absent-mindedly trailed your fingertips across his chest and up his neck as you listened to his voice float through the darkness. Occasionally letting your touch linger along the raised lines that decorated his skin.

There was a lull in the conversation when you decided to ask him a question you had long kept to yourself. “Bradley, can I ask you something?” “You can ask me anything, sweetheart.” The hand he rested on your hip gave you a little reassuring squeeze. You tried to think of how to phrase the question delicately. “Even though we’ve been together for quite some time, you’ve never really mentioned your scars. Could you – maybe – tell me about them?”

Silence filled the air once again; you hoped you hadn’t just overstepped. Bradley’s mind was racing. Suddenly memories from his past were flashing before his eyes. Sports injuries from his childhood, that car crash from his early twenties, numerous accidents from training sessions and missions gone wrong. Sure, he had learned to live with them, but every time he looked in the mirror, they were constant reminders of his failures.

When his response didn’t come, you started to pull your hand back to yourself. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t ha-” “No, no. It’s okay. I’ve just never cared much for them. Not really my greatest features if you ask me.” He let out a small, breathy laugh in an attempt to cut through the tension he had created, but you could sense his unease. “They’ve always been pretty fascinating to me,” you spoke gently, “they make you who you are. They make you Bradley. Like little mementos from all the past versions of yourself.”

You shifted so your lips could reach his face, pressing warm kisses to each mark that graced his cheeks and chin. You felt his body relax under your touch, his eyes fluttering shut. As you worked your way slowly across his skin, taking time to worship each place he considered an imperfection, he began to tell you the various stories of how he had sustained them all.

As he was brushing his teeth the next morning, Bradley caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror and paused for a moment. His eyes scanned over his scars, fingers reaching up to graze the spots you had shown so much adoration to last night. A small smile tugged at his lips. Now every time he saw them, his mind would only be filled with memories of your love.

You dont have sex because you're waiting for marriage or because being gay is a sin?

man i dont remember posting anything abt not having sex/celibacy/being side b before this ask, idk what this was inspired by. it's probably bait (and, quite frankly, it's none of your business why i'm having or not having sex) which is why i waited almost a full week to answer but i'm going to answer it anyway (once) because i want to be open about this. if you or anyone else is interested in having a discussion on why i believe the things i do, send me a message or an ask off anon. i'm much more willing to be vulnerable in a setting that isn't "anon question that is probably bait".

as a clarification that will probably mean very little to my secular followers but will be appreciated by my side b followers (and hopefully at least mean something to my side a Christian followers): i reject this dichotomy. i'm celibate because i'm gay--but i don't think being gay is a sin. i am gay. i do not believe my existence is a sin. i believe that i've found many beautiful and true things from being gay, and that God made me gay for a reason. i am glad i'm gay, and i don't wish i were straight or pray to become straight. so, so much of side b advocacy within the Church is focused around making it clear that, while being gay comes with different temptations than being straight, it is not a sin to be gay. (note also: different temptations. not "being gay comes with temptations and being straight doesn't".) it would be a slap in the face to not start with that. i share a lot of thoughts on this with eve tushnet, who's also a side b Catholic lesbian; this post was incredibly meaningful to me on my journey, but check out her blog if you want more.

but also, yeah. i don't have sex because i converted to Catholicism with the intent of obeying the Church's doctrine. i note in my bio that i obey the doctrine of the Church. and, well, i can't get gay married as a Catholic, and i'm not supposed to have extramarital sex. so i don't i know that there are side a Catholics, many of whom i respect, but i'm not one of them. i don't believe in "ex-gay" therapy or "pray the gay away" and i don't think that being gay is inherently sinful, but (and here's the part that i assume you're reading for) i do believe that having gay sex is a sin. i follow the teachings laid out in the Catechism, to the best of my ability and understanding. that's in my about page. right now, for me, as a lesbian: that means celibacy. the Catechism is pretty clear on that, imo. i don't talk about this often because most of my friends (and, for that matter, tumblr followers) are queer non-Christians, many of whom have trauma around Christianity and Christian homophobia (which is, to be clear, very real, even if you agree that gay sex is a sin). but like... i'm just living my life. i go to Mass on Sundays and i fast during Lent (or get permission not to from the local priest, when my eating disorder makes it a health concern) because doing otherwise would be a sin; not having sex (or masturbating! which was/is tbh much harder for me to give up than partnered sex! but people ask a lot less about that, because it's less discourse bait and more clearly none of anyone else's business) is the same sort of thing, to me. was it hard (is it hard)? yes, sometimes. but God doesn't just ask me for sacrifices that are easy. maybe some day i'll change my mind again and become side a or deconvert altogether. maybe i'm wrong about things! but this is where i'm at right now.

for what it's worth, i'm happy. i don't hate myself. as mentioned earlier, i'm glad i'm gay and i don't want to be straight. my life is full of love--from friends, family, God. celibacy has had its downsides and painful moments for me, but it's also had its upsides and moments of joy. i've been able to deepen and prioritize and value my friendships. it's been valuable and beautiful and worth it. fundamentally: i believe what i believe, and i'm living true to that. if you want to unfollow me for this, go for it. if you want to filter it, my tag for religion + queerness + being side b is #too gay to live too trad to die.

do you have any total drama (2023) season 2 predictions?

thanks for the ask, anon!

these are all based on the four episodes I've watched and the stuff I've seen circulating tumblr abt the season!

imma split this up to make things easier for everyone-

hopes:

goddammit I need more axel and nichelle screentime pls and tyvm--tumblr has got me shipping them and I can't get out of that hole

but seriously, I hope now that they learned from the mistakes they'd made this season, next season they get far--preferably post-merge

popular take but: CAN CHEMMA FUCKING BREAK UP IN S2?? like emma realizing all this isn't worth it and splitting it off with chase (or, for whatever reason, the other way around--only bc I've seen posts speculating on that happening lmao, or they mutually split it, or what-fucking-ever. I literally do not care how they split or who's the initiator, I just want them split!)

I need more of MK!! I heard she gets booted pretty early :( but I'm hoping in s2, she's back and better than ever!

this is smth I haven't seen a lot when it comes to asks like this, but some solid ripper characterization would be neat--without the fart jokes, might I add. like I saw this post talking abt ripper realizing that his "manly disposition" isn't getting him anywhere and he gets close to certain ppl in the show and have to move past his previous beliefs and embrace his inner soft side that he's repressed.

no but seriously, I don't rlly like ripper all that much rn, so this happening in s2 would be rlly cool to his character!

bisexual emma pls??? and possibly bisexual chase??? idk if fresh will make that happen but a girl can hope, ig lmao

bowie and emma repairing their friendship-

idk I like the idea of a bowie and caleb rivalry bc bowie got caleb voted off, so maybe caleb feels some resentment for that and wants to get even in s2?? and ofc since it's bowie, he's not gonna take that lying down-

need more millie & priya friendship fr

I’ve heard that damien and priya have cute interactions so I hope they get more time to grow??? not strictly as a ship btw but I wouldn’t be opposed to that (my multishipping ass trying to find middle ground here lmao)

I need more damien and scary girl interactions, those two were hilarious

predictions:

I know most of these are my hopes rather than predictions, but what I will say is that there will def be more raj and bowie moments. like that's a no-brainer, Fresh would be pretty dumb not to have that happen

this is more of a combo of a hope and a prediction, but more multi-dimensional characterizations of scary girl, caleb, nichelle, damien, and axel?? none of them got enough screentime to add more to their characters so I'm betting s2 will focus on them...hopefully

chemma breakup--there's no way that ship can be fixed lmao, they're better off not together and--if fresh rlly wants it--with other ppl

bowie's prob gonna make it post-merge but not to the final two again. idk abt priya but I'm hoping it's the same for her too bc I love both of them sm-

I've seen discussions of a potential 'wayne and raj separate teams' arc, and while that would be crushing, I feel like that could happen?? it'd certainly bring forth some sort of tension/drama

these are all that I can think of. maybe once I finish watching the season, I can give a more lengthy list!

hey!

Could you write a little fic about Will finding out that Mike likes superman and likes the muscle guys on his posters so he teases him abt it lol? (His type)

Also flufffffff

(You dont have to but if you do thank you<3)

Have a great day!

Sure, anon! This is probably going to be a little short side, but I'll hopefully make it work, so here goes! (Very minor TW for some body image issues on Will's part, but it's nothing too serious and it's only like 2 lines anyway, so you can definitely skip it.)

"Hey, uh... Mike?"

"Yeah?" Mike said, his green eyes darting around the room as a blush started to creep into his pale cheeks.

"Um... I-I don't want to make anything awkward here, but how come you have a massive poster of superman right next to your bed?" Silence. Of course. Mike stared up at the ceiling, wringing his hands as the awkwardness sank in.

"Look, it's a long story, but, um..." Well, Will could guess that. When the two of them had first started dating, he didn't know anything about what Mike's "type" was. Will didn't think he had one, given how long they'd been falling for each other- he thought that, if anything, Mike's type was probably awkward nerds with bowl cuts who were willing to play D&D and Nintendo on all their dates. But... well, Mike had been acting a little bit weird around his boyfriend lately, hadn't he?

It started at lunchtime, when Dustin had challenged Will to an arm wrestling match. If he was just some random kid, Will probably wouldn't have cared, but he knew that everyone in the party had seen the weak little 12-year-old he once was, that little kid who got lost in the Upside Down so many years ago. Will was still a little scared of getting pitied, even if he hid it well, so he shrugged, rolled up his sleeve, and started the match.

After an agonizing minute or so, Will actually won, and Dustin spent the rest of the period complaining about how “Hey, no fair! You probably just bribed El to help you or something!” Figures. But the one reaction that did surprise him was Mike’s. The minute he turned back to his boyfriend, he saw that Mike’s face had turned a deep shade of red, his wide eyes locked on Will’s arms and staring blankly like he was mesmerized. Oh, god, Will realized, what if he is mesmerized? 

“Mike, what are you-”

“I-I have to go to the bathroom,” Mike said, slamming down his lunch tray and bolting off. Okay, so that was weird, Will thought, but maybe he just really likes my arms or something? It was easy to write off, and nothing too strange happened afterwards. That was, until Lucas asked the two of them if they ever wanted to be gym buddies with him- he had to lift weights for basketball- and Mike got flustered all over again.

“Sorry, y-you? Me? Will?” Mike said, looking back and forth between the two of them like he was watching a ping-pong match. “I-I’m sorry, but… n-never mind. What I mean is, um, uh… yeah, never mind. Sorry.” And then Mike turned back to his lunch, not talking for the final few minutes of break time. It was just another one of those moments that made Will wonder, what’s going on inside that boy’s head? And why does he get so flustered every time something like this comes up?

But it didn’t totally click until Mike invited Will over to his house, and he saw the posters in Mike’s room. Will hadn’t been in Mike’s room for a few years, actually- whenever the party needed somewhere to hang out, they’d always go to his basement, but never his room. It always seemed too quiet, too intimate, too personal. Still, Will had figured, hey, we’re dating now, right? What’s the harm? But of course, when he came back for the first time in a few years, he saw the posters plastered all over Mike’s walls. Superheroes, bodybuilders, all kinds of muscular men lined up like constellations of stars all over the room. And that was when Will realized it.

Oh, god. Maybe he does have a type.

“I had a crush on superman when I was, like, twelve,” Mike says, sighing and rolling his eyes up towards the ceiling. “It was just this… dumb little kid thing, you know? But then I realized that there might have been an underlying factor about why, and, well… y-you get it. It’s why I was… weird. Wh-when you arm wrestled Dustin, I mean. I just… you know what? I should stop talking.” There’s a quick pause as Will stares up at the posters, millions of thoughts running through his mind. “...Will?”

“Oh my god, I can’t believe this,” Will says, laughing even though there’s a bit of fear behind his eyes. “So… so that time in the van, when you called El superman? That was-”

“That was just where my mind went, okay? Don’t judge me!” 

“Who said I was?” 

“Well, you were laughing!”“I laugh when I think you’re being cute, Mike. Not when you’re being an idiot.” Will reached over to ruffle Mike’s hair, smiling up at the slightly taller boy. When he let go, his haircut actually looked a little bit less disheveled. Figures.

“Well… thanks. For not caring. You know?” Right, right. Not caring. Except, if you like muscular guys, and I’m not like that, then what does that mean? Are you going to break up with me now? Is it all just going to- “Hey, Will, you okay? You’re kinda… spacing out.” Will laughed, a little less joyful this time, and stared down at the ground.

“I-it’s fine,” he muttered, not looking Mike in the eyes. “It’s just… you know, if muscular men are your type, and I’m not like that, then…”

“Will.” Mike’s hand slipped into his, gentle and calming, and Will looked back up at his boyfriend’s eyes. Mike was smiling at him, eyes twinkling, like the superman poster right next to him didn’t even matter. Like Will was the real superhero.

“I don’t care what you look like. You know that,” Mike said, resting his forehead on Will’s as he started closing the gap between them. “I fell in love with you because you were kind, and patient, and because you could put up with all the dumb things I did to you before I figured myself out. I fell in love with you because you’re my best friend, Will. And, sure, when you do sporty stuff… I mean, I do think it’s kind of cute. But it’s not why I love you. I love you for you, no matter what you look like. Okay?” And with that, Mike pressed a quick kiss to Will’s forehead, fleeting yet sweet, tender, really… lovely. Mike did love him. Of course he did. He always did.

“O-okay, then,” Will said, his hands shaking ever-so-slightly as they wrapped around Mike’s waist. Now, it was his turn to be flustered. “Um… do you maybe want to cuddle for a bit? Just… slow down for a bit?” Mike nodded, and the two of them sat down on his bed, arms around each other like they were holding on for dear life. No. Like they were each other’s life.

And Will knew that, no matter Mike’s “type” was, the fact that they could even be this close made them perfect together.

Hope you liked it! This was really fun to write, so I might do something like this again- I'll see how it goes!

Hopefully it's okay to step into the conversation about Gamora/Nebula/Mantis and vol 3. Sorry if this isn't concise but I think part of the problem is that it feels like there was potential for equal representation of women that ended up becoming an either/or scenario.

In vol 2 we get to know Gamora better and see more of her perspective. We also get to understand Nebula's viewpoint and see a change in the sisters understanding of eachother and their life with Thanos. Along with this we're introduced to Mantis. All of that made for the potential of vol 3 going further and developing in equal measure all three women. During IW Gamora got to shine and her relationship with Nebula was strengthened. In Endgame Nebula shined and we got a new start for the relationship between her and Gamora with Gamora also getting a decent bit of focus once time travel starts. In this Mantis doesnt get as much attention but there is still some growth for her in IW. Then the holiday special comes along to let Mantis shine and she grew in her confidence and powers.

All of this should have led to pretty equal footing for the ladies in vol 3, but it didn't. Nebula does get great development and stand out moments with the team but in a way it feels like it's happening because there isn't as much occurring with Gamora or Mantis. Partly because they don't give enough examination or credit to how much work Gamora had done for the team prior to her death and how it's been with her gone. But also because Gamora's arc after Endgame needed more focus. Then there's Mantis and as you mentioned her relationship with Peter doesn't seem to go anywhere and we don't get a lot between her and Nebula and especially Gamora. There isn't much set up for her wanting to leave the team at the end either.

Again I'm sorry for not being more concise but I guess my point is Gamora lead the team/family in a a lot of ways and vol 3 sort of presented like the current dynamics were how it had always been with exception of Peter pointing out she created the guardians. And Mantis spent years with Gamora and that could have been talked about. Nebula carving out her own place on the team was nice and important but it still could have been mentioned she had a place to call home and people to be family with due to Gamora's work and past/2014 Gamora could have had more exploration within all of this. And I think more could have been done with Mantis as this was going on.

( I will say I agree with you that Mantis going with Peter at the end would have been a nice touch. She really didn't get to know him as her brother. I would have loved Gamora staying with Nebula too. Let them spend more time together)

yesss of course it's cool for you to join the convo anon!!! i love getting to keep discussing our gotg faves together 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼 and no need to apologize for not being concise! this blog is for ppl like me who cannot be concise when it comes to talking abt their faves <3 so you've come to the right place

and i agree with all that you're saying! i also find it surprising that gamora and mantis' relationship just seems to Not Exist in canon enough to be acknowledged that much in the holiday special or vol 3?? like girlies were living on the same spaceships together for 4 years, you'd think they'd have gotten to know each other pretty well and even become close friends, in the same way we could think of like gamora with rocket or drax, but canon rly said "idk lol"

i know we've talked abt it here before, but original gamora's influence on the gotg was definitely a big, gaping hole of content missing from vol 3 for me. like none of them would be together if it weren't for her, there would've never been a gotg without her bc she was literally the FIRST and ONLY one who cared abt keeping the infinity stone from ronan for quite a bit in vol 1! without gamora, no one would've been trying to save the galaxy!!!!

so to see the impact of her death not even rly be acknowledged much outside of peter and nebula grieving in their respective ways (and, again, the mcu trying to act lowkey UWU abt it, instead of acknowledging that she was murdered by her fucking abuser in cold blood bc he ""loved"" her) is just kinda like. james. kevin. babes. are we watching the same movies 😭 bffr...

mysterious anon again! i'm so glad u get what i mean!! it's rlly such a beautiful & sweet little moment. now !!! tell me all abt the jellyfish :0 i've always thought they were the coolest freaking things ever but i know very very little abt them so tell me ur favorite fun facts abt them pls

Ohh man you are so not ready for the ridiculous amount of talking I'm about to do. Prepare yourself.

So, I have 3 main Jellyfish that I absolutely LOVE, and they are all weird and beautiful in their own ways. I'll include pictures for your viewing pleasure.

Coming in at #1 we have the Red Comb Jellyfish, whose name makes more sense if you take a look at its bright red color and the comb-like cilia that descend down the sides of its bell in straight lines. The most interesting thing about Red Comb Jellies, in my opinion, is that they are thought to be some of the fastest moving Jellyfish we have in captivity! Though if you watch them in videos (which I have done in the past upon hearing this) you'll be disappointed to find that they don't exactly ZOOM, but they are definitely faster than the leisurely moon jellies or lion's mane jellies. Red Comb Jellyfish are also not true jellyfish, they are actually ctenophores! Red Combs also live in such deep, dark waters that they are nearly invisible to the human eye while in their natural habitats, because of their vibrant red color. Deep reds have a harder time showing up on ocean cameras than other colors, so it's really a miracle that we even discovered Red Comb Jellies in the first place!

#2 is the glorious Flower Hat Jellyfish! I don't know how exactly to describe what they look like other than 'strange' and 'colorful'. Their cilia is often pink, magenta, or purple and appears similar to beads! Which is absolutely stunning in my opinion!! These tentacles are also fluorescent, meaning these jellies light up like crazy under a blacklight! I suggest watching a video of this because it's VERY cool. Also, these jellies are actually observed to have a noticeable difference in behavior depending on the time and temperature of the water. During the day they tend to stay near the sea floor, and at night they actually drift around wherever.

#3 is the funny-looking Fried Egg Jelly! I like these guys because they look like eggs, really. These dudes can also get BIG so that means there's just giant eggs floating around in the Mediterranean ocean. Another fun thing is that crabs and other small crustaceans sometimes use them to hitch a ride, because even though they CAN swim actively, these Jellyfish usually just float around complete still. Which makes them the perfect taxi.

Anyways thanks so much for asking me about Jellyfish! Hopefully this was interesting for you haha

ok sd anon with the Official Long Message Reply

ohio conceptually is so fucking weird but turns out my fifth grade best friend who moved away after a year is also here so we have been hanging out so much it’s so great she came w me to a few poetry open mics

also oh god how was covid experience i still haven’t gotten it knock on wood

fully do not understand how i have gotten bitches. how. what’s happening. i made rock candy w two other interns a few days ago and we threw a couple packs of pedialyte in there

also also ! bigger vodka person than tequila

also thank you!!!! i’m out here for an engineering internship i actually gave my final presentation to senior leadership yesterday! plant manager + every department head were there to hear the interns present abt their projects and oh my fucking god i thought questions and comments were just a formality THEY WERE NOT. my thing was a software data organizational structure to optimize pulling up relevant equipment data (eg boiler pressure) bc previously you needed a very specific code to find Anything now you can look up vague phrases and find what you want. this system is my baby. i have categorized over 1600 pieces of data and associated them to the correct equipment and system.

ANYWAYS at one point a guy was like okay so a) how is this not already implemented everywhere and b) how do we turn this into a [company] global engineering standard. i am in Shock. also i think they hired me part time over the school year to do the same kind of work i’m doing right now! did not think i would end up basically a software consultant. also i am 20 why the fuck am i getting responsibility.

how has your summer been??? i feel like i have talked in Detail about mine lmao how have the summer classes been? i’m taking a physics one online rn it’s annoying af. did you take that sf trip??? do you know what you want to do for work? also you’re in a good city for it! sd is one of the two big biochem biotech hubs aside from boston! tbh i’m probably going to end up coming back there in the end bc i’m biochem engineering

also cause the company i’m interning with takes 150 interns Total bc they said they put effort into us So they can hire us, not so they can train us to work for other people so. basically i almost certainly have a guaranteed next year internship and hopefully basically guaranteed full time job when i grad!! number one engineering internship in the country <3

yoooo open poetry mics that's so fun!!! also wild as fuck to run into your old friend like that, we love fate playing funny little games with us. so glad you guys got to reconnect!!

covid sucked but thankfully wasn't super serious. i was so feverish and out of it for the first day, then it gradually got better day by day. i'd say the only concerning thing was when i had an episode of super severe chest pain like my second night i was sick?? i mean i had the same kind of chest pain the day after i got the second dose of the vaccine, and I was fine after that so I didn't do anything about it? but yeah that was definitely a scary moment of oh god should I go to a hospital... nah i'm probably fine

pedialyte?? in rock candy???? was that good??? also i'm very happy for you for getting bitches but also i'm jealous wtf when will it be my turn i just want a girlfriend

so fair!! tbh I like vodka better than tequila too. while I like the taste of tequila in cocktails more, I like the kind of drunk I get from vodka better. it's uhh cleaner I guess? a cleaner kind of drunk if that makes sense

also holy shit that's so cool?? you sound SO smart sd anon goddamn good for you. that honestly sounds like a super useful system, and i can't believe you got a job!! that's fucking amazing!! you're doing such big things, that's so cool honestly. I'm so happy your engineering stuff seems to be working out for you <33

my summer has been good!! my uni has two rounds of summer classes, so for my first round I finished the classes and got an A in one and a B in the other so we win these :) now i'm on my second round and I had to read a super dense research paper today about synthesizing malaria drugs and one of the questions was like "use what you learned in biochemistry and molecular biology to explain the nomenclature of these mutation names" and I took both of those classes a full year ago so I just fucking blue screened

the non school parts of my summer have been alright! mostly I just hung out with my best friend whenever I was down in SD for classes, and she also drove up to LA a few times. we were trying to spend as much time as possible together because she got a job with the NIH in DC so she's moving there for 2 years. she left about a week ago and i miss her sm already, but I'm really glad we got to spend a lot of time together before she moved. she's shown me so many great bars in SD (including the one I recommended to you!), definitely gonna use that knowledge for the future

also no we did not take the sf trip it just didn't work out :(

no I don't know what I want to do for work aaaa I wanna do something writing related but idk I might just get a gig as a lab tech for a bit since I have all the qualifications for it thanks to my ~bio degree~ and my lab experience. just so i have something to do while i figure out how to break into the writing industry. (I need to figure something out though my mom desperately wants me to work for her and while the fashion industry is cool I really do not wanna work for my mother again. I did it for one summer already and that was enough) (the work itself is fine my mom is just more of a hardass on me compared to a normal employee bc I'm her kid lol)

omg biochem engineering!! another friend of mine who was also biochem engineering is moving to boston bc she got accepted to a PhD program over there right out of undergrad. I was so impressed

god im just. adulthood. please. i'm not ready fuck.

yey! can I request draco x reader where they have lots of pimples bcs they're having a breakout and they've been insecure thinking that draco would leave them for someone prettier and he's just like— baby nooo i love you too much to even think abt leaving you bcs of your breakout and reassures the hell out of her aaaa thank you soo much!

ooh also can I be your 🦭 anon?

imperfectly perfect | d.m

dracoxfem.reader

taglist || masterlist

request: yes/no

preview: reader is insecure about her acne

warnings: mentions of acne, insecurities, self-doubt, soft draco (as a person who has acne this made me feel better, and yes you can be my 🦭anon)

your and draco’s relationship was something very recent, sweet and innocent. not because you both were innocent but because you were still very infatuated with each other, after all you’d only been dating for two months. you always wore makeup around draco, knowing you had acne you were afraid draco would find it ugly and leave you for someone better, someone prettier.

but that became a problem when you started to sleep at draco’s dorm and had to take your makeup off to go to bed, it was always a tough regime to make sure he didn’t see you without makeup. tonight was supposed to be no different, you’d wait until draco turned the lights off to walk out of the bathroom and cuddle up next to him.

you’d both planned to have a movie night at his dorm, but as draco waited for you to come out of the bathroom you started to panic. draco would obviously be able to see you without makeup, and notice your acne. you decided you couldn’t keep him waiting anymore and walked out of the room, turning your face away from him while he was left confused.

you lied down on the bed, back against him and draco frowned. “don’t you wanna sit on m’lap baby?” he asked, stroking your sides. you shook your head hesitantly, not knowing what to say. although you couldn’t see it you were sure that hurt was written all ove his eyes and that broke your heart. “well, can i at least have a kiss?” he asked hopefully.

you shook your head again, letting out a sniffle and praying draco didn’t notice it. well he did. “darling? are you crying? what’s wrong?” you hid your face in the pillow, making draco slide off the bed and come to your side. he easily picked you up, hands firmly under your thighs as you snuggled your face into his chest and your body rocked with sobs.

your acne was your biggest insecurity, especially because draco’s ex astoria didn’t have acne. she was your room mate last year and you’d seen her without makeup several times, you were absolutely terrified draco would come back to her once he saw your natural face. you loved draco more than anything, and were over the moon when he finally confessed to you. you couldn’t lose him just like that.

he softly grabbed your chin, finally making you look up at him. you felt your heart clench, awaiting for the moment draco would mention how many pimples you had on your face. but that didn’t happen. he just kissed your tears away, and finally pressed a kiss to your lips. “angel, what’s wrong? i’m here beautiful, you can talk to me.” beautiful. how could he still think you were beautiful?

“m-my acne, y-you don’t think it looks ugly?” you asked, arms shaking around his neck. “ugly? doll what are you talking about?” draco genuinely was confused, how could you ever think of yourself like that? “you really don’t think i look ugly with all these pimples all over my face?” he shook his head, tackling you onto the bed making you giggle.

“darling, i still see the most beautiful girl in the world right here in my arms. you’re perfect, inside and out. and i would never use something you can’t control against you. i love you.” you felt like cold water was being poured over your head, a sense of relief completely washed over you. “really? thank you dray and i love you too.” he smiled kissing your cheek.

you ended up doing green tea face masks and draco bawled his eyes out while watching titanic, but of course he denied it when you reminded him of it the next morning.

a/n: i hate my writing rn but here it is, if you enjoyed it please reblog, it helps so much! thank you and ily <3

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haha your snippit abt the dispenser got me thinking.

Dream gets let out of prison and he talks constantly, whatever is on his mind. And he's positive all the time. To a fault where people walk over him. And it doesn't make sense because he was tortured right???? But after an incident they find out it's because he hates the sound of silence and needs constant reminders that other people are there. Also he was punished for any negative emotions in the prison so his default is happy now,,,

hi anon !! this concept makes me SO goddamn sad ,, the idea that he Has to be happy bc anything else would mean punishment im so *punches the walls*

this ,, ficlet is honestly. pretty ooc, not really related to the ask at all, and mostly an excuse for me to cry abt c!dream and c!punz for an excessive amount of time (technically the vote on twitter was supposed to have this as c!sapnap pov, but i just wrote one for him so i went for c!punz instead. mostly bc i wanted to write him LMAO). hopefully someone enjoys it despite *gestures vaguely* all of that mess

tw: trauma, disordered eating, implied torture/abuse, blood, injuries, unhealthy coping mechanisms, emotional distress, thoughts of murder/mercy killing, mentioned animal death, dark content

In the end, it’s all rather anticlimactic, the complete opposite of Dream’s vault and the whole fiasco of adrenaline and theatrics that had made up that day. Quackity ended up having one too many drinks, bragged about the wrong thing to the wrong person - Punz doesn’t know the specifics, only knows that one thing has led to another and suddenly Sapnap was screaming at his ex-fiancé, sword pointed at his chest and tears streaming down his eyes in the middle of the Community House floor, everyone else stood around and watching. A look into Quackity’s office said everything he didn’t - the chests and chests of used and new tools, shiny and sharpened and completely rusted over with blood and everything in between. There’s been a balled up shirt in the wastebasket, completely unsalvageable from how saturated it was with blood, more red than white, and perhaps most chilling of all the calendar, marked with X after X in red pen, going back months and speaking to their utter failure to see what had been happening all but right in front of them.

With Quackity down, Sam caved not too long after, and with his input getting into the prison was no challenge at all. The only thing holding them back were bad memories and the tense, worried edge to Sam’s jaw as he led the small group of them - himself and Sapnap, actually entering the facility, Bad and Puffy waiting outside - carrying them through winding corridor after winding corridor and lava pit after lava pit, until they’d come to stand before a chasm filled with flowing lava, slowly draining before the main cell.

“I- I have to warn you,” Sam had muttered, uncharacteristically hesitant, “it looks…pretty bad,” and Punz would’ve questioned him further, but the lava had fallen far enough to reveal the topmost edge of the cell, so they let Sapnap hound the Warden for information as they directed their full attention on the cell itself and holy shit.

Nothing Sam said could’ve possibly have prepared them for the sight - it was a complete fucking bloodbath, crimson painting the walls and smeared over the floor and splattered over every visible surface like some abstract art experiment gone wrong. The stench of iron and burning flesh and viscera was awful, even over the gap marked by the still-draining lava. Punz strained his eyes; at the very back of the cell, huddled, unmoving, was a similarly bloodstained shape that must’ve been Dream. They remember the crack of Sapnap’s knuckles meeting Sam’s face and breaking his nose, remember themselves chucking a pearl and feeling along Dream’s neck desperately for a pulse - everything beyond that became a swirl of voices and panic and crying that makes their head hurt to think about, so they don’t.

Recovery is…messy. The physical side had been bad enough - pulling Dream out of the cell, barely breathing, limp in his arms and far too light, all Punz could think about was a sheep he’d found a year ago, frail and struggling to breathe, one he’d ended up killing - quick and painless - with a sword through the skull because it seemed kinder than letting it suffer. Watching Dream struggle on the bed, laid up in Bad’s mansion because none of them knew if he’d survive going any further, body resisting the potions they’d slowly forced down his throat after being so over-saturated on them, temperature spiking and heat baking into his skin like the lava from the prison had been imprinted onto his body, Punz feels the same strange mixture of pity and unease, wonders if it’d be a hell of a lot kinder if they just put him out of his fucking misery.

Still, because Dream is a stubborn bastard, against all odds, he ends up surviving - his fever breaks, the potions begin taking effect, and a few tireless, aching days later his eyes flutter open, lucid for the first time in a week. Punz isn’t even in the room when he wakes, only knows that it happens because the too-quiet room suddenly erupts in noise and activity, muffled thumps and sounds of a struggle undercutting Bad’s frantic calls for someone to help, anyone, and they run into the room to find Dream thrashing on the bed, wounds reopened and blood dripping onto the sheets, eyes wild and wide as his head whips from side to side so hard Punz is half-afraid that he’ll straight up break his neck. Somehow, worst of all, not a single scream falls from his lips, nothing but muffled whines squeezing past his mouth, clenched shut, and for a singular, awful second they wonder how long it took before he realized that screaming was useless.

Fortunately enough for them, or unfortunately, it’s not like he can tell the fucking difference anymore, the panic and strain end up with Dream passing out altogether, and they trade uneasy glances with Bad before going to clean off the worst of his wounds. If everything they’re doing feels hopeless, dressing up wounds that’ll be torn open hours later when Dream is awake enough to feel fear but not much else because he’s forgotten what it’s like to not be afraid - well, that’s for them to think and everyone else to pretend not to agree with.

Weeks pass along the same vein - Dream wakes up, panics; they try to calm him down, fails; he falls back into unconsciousness, and they move on and pretend that they’re cleaning up wounds from battle and not from someone that’s literally been tortured for months on end. People stop by, occasionally; Puffy spends more time than not inside the mansion, but hardly ever enters the door into Dream’s room, Sapnap and George drop by occasionally with potion brewing supplies that the rest of them can’t go out to get; once, he’d gone out to the front door to find a chest with an enchanted golden apple, sender nowhere in sight. He knows that the server is busy; Quackity’s admission had brought more than a few secrets to light, and from what they understand, the political fallout has been pretty damn messy. Still, he stays in the mansion, and watches.

He doesn’t exactly know why he stays. They’re not a stellar healer, not beyond what they know to dress their own wounds, and spend most of their time doing odd-and-ends tasks for Bad, who looks more tired than ever. Maybe it’s because he’s seen Dream at his worst more than the rest of them, had been there through his entire fall from grace, watched as his eyes became clouded with anger and madness and a single, desperate hope that he’d chased at the cost of his world and himself. Maybe it’s because they have no ties to the rest of the server - not to Las Nevadas, falling apart under the scrutiny of the eyes that now fall upon it, not Snowchester, caught up in the chaos, not the Badlands, half-dissolved after the fiasco of the Egg and with Sam’s actions having just come to light. Maybe it’s because above everything else, he feels guilty.

They’d thought the prison was the answer. It’d seemed too simple, back in that Vault - a perfect answer, because everyone else was perfectly happy to watch Dream die another time and some part of them had clenched painfully at the thought even thought they knew it was for the best. The prison meant that he’d be alive, if angry, and at some point when he had the time or the nerve or the guts he could go and visit, and they would talk, and Dream would be angry but with time maybe he could even understand.

They hadn’t wanted this. He can’t imagine anyone wanting this.

“Punz?” They don’t jump at the voice at their back, they don’t, but Bad still has a tiny, tight-lipped smile when they turn around anyway, eyes creased in the corners and still not as bright as they’d been before the Egg. Bad looks at him knowingly, setting a bowl of soup into his hands. “For Dream, if you can get him to eat.” He shifts a pointed gaze towards the door. “Maybe you two could talk.”

“About what?” The words come out harsher than they intend, and they take a moment to bite back the mostly self-directed anger that Bad doesn’t deserve to receive the brunt of. “I just-” he waves his hand in the air, trying to articulate the mess that is his relationship with Dream without the words to explain it. “I don’t know, man.”

“You don’t have to talk about everything,” Bad says, calm as always, eyes flicking down to the bowl of soup in his hands. “Just start with the soup.”

Punz sighs. “I’ll try.”

He enters the room in a single, fluid motion, mostly because he knows that if he were to stop at the door then he’d never actually make his way in. Dream flinches back when they enter, eyes going wide and stance going rigid, and the familiarity doesn’t make the sight any easier to bear as they wait, as always, for Dream’s eyes to clear enough for him to realize he’s in the mansion and not stuck in that same obsidian hellhole.

“I brought soup,” they say, finally, when Dream looks up. Dream’s lips twitch up in what he probably means as a smile; between the still-healing gashes on his face and the fear that flashes over his expression, still, it comes out as more of a grimace.

“Thanks.” Dream looks away. “I’ll eat it later.”

Liar, Punz thinks tiredly, moving closer to set the bowl down on the nightstand by the bed. They frown as Dream’s expression goes slack and distanced, again, eyes fixed to stare blankly at the wall once again.

“You should have some now,” he tries, careful to keep his words even. “You need the calories.”

“I’m good,” Dream says, automatic, just shy of sincere. “Thank you.”

“Dream,” they don’t quite succeed at keeping a displeased sigh from falling from their lungs, and bite back a curse at themselves when Dream pulls back with a silent flinch. It’s so goddamn hard, to talk to this version of Dream, both of them feeling around the edges of their relationship like walking on goddamn eggshells. A few months ago, he would’ve straight up called Dream out on his bullshit, get it through his thick skull that the whole ‘I’m fine and don’t need anyone’ act was stupid and completely failing to convince him. Here, they bite back another sigh, look forlornly at the bowl of the soup on the nightstand, sure to go uneaten once again, and force themselves to sound completely neutral when they speak again. “Alright. You’ll have to eat at some point, though.”

“Mmhm,” Dream hums noncommittally, once again staring at the wall. Punz stares at his hands. This is so fucking pointless.

“So,” they say after a few seconds, Bad’s words echoing in their head - they can try to make an effort to talk, sure. It’s just that Dream’s not going to cooperate. “How are you, man?”

The words come out stilted, awkward. He looks up to watch Dream’s expression, as the other man begins to gnaw on the inside of his cheek.

“I’m good,” he says, words deliberately light. “You?”

“Dream…”

“I’m fine.” Dream’s voice sharpens suddenly, breath hitching, before he shakes his head and turns his head away. “I’m fine.”

Punz looks at him incredulously. “Are you serious? Do we need to get into exactly how not-fine you are?” They wave a hand in his direction, jaw clenching when he rears back. “Do ‘fine’ people lose their minds from someone waving at them, now?”

“I-” For a second, Dream glares at him, eyes burning with a familiar, irritated fire that Punz knows all-too-well from having it directed at him a few too many times, before it suddenly dies and Dream is swinging his head back to the bedsheets, hands tightening on the cloth as he stammers. “I- What do you want?”

Punz breathes a soft sigh, regret blooming in the center of their chest. “Sorry,” he mumbles, careful to keep their gestures overly-telegraphed and away from the other man’s face. “I’m just- you’re not okay, man. No one’s expecting you to be okay after...all of that.”

“But why?”

Dream’s voice is small, nearly a sob, and Punz directs wide, alarmed eyes to where he’s hunched in over himself, knees pulled to his chest, hands staring at the sheets pulled over them. “Why?” he says, again, quieter, lip trembling slightly.

“Because you were tortured,” Punz begins, words slow as they watch Dream’s expression, trying to pull out the thoughts behind his averted eyes, “Because the cell was inhumane, and nobody deserves to be treated like that. Because you were hurt very, very badly because of what we did, and none of us are expecting you to be fine right after going through months of trauma.” He pauses. “You know that, right?”

“But I’m out,” Dream says, quiet, disbelieving, instead of answering their question. “I’m out of there. It’s over. It’s- everything’s good,” he whispers, more to himself than to them, hands curling into fists and then uncurling. “I’m- they said I would never get out. And I’m outside, and it’s not- not the cell, and I get real food, and Quackity doesn’t visit anymore,” he shakes his head, eyes squeezing shut as his breath catches in his throat. “I’m happy- I should be happy. Right?”

“Oh Dream,” the other man flinches back, breath quickening, and Punz’s hand stops short from where he’d almost let it fall onto the other’s shoulder. “You don’t have to be happy, man. Not- not after all of that. Not if you’re not ready yet.” Dream’s eyes, wide and wet, rise to look at their own, and they feel more than hear the soft, wounded noise that leaves their lips. “It’s ok to be hurt. It’s ok to be scared. No one’s blaming you, alright? No one’s gonna hurt you anymore.”

This, more than anything, seems to be the breaking point, because Dream collapses forward, hands flying up to pull at his tangled hair before Punz manages to ease them away and into his own hands, watching as he grips onto them until his knuckles go white. His breathing shudders, quiet, even his sobs muffled as to make as little noise as possible, and they murmur meaningless croons and hums as he cries into their chest.

“I wanna- I wanna be okay,” he hiccups, and Punz smooths his hair back behind their hand.

“I know,” he swallows around the lump that has risen in his own throat. “I’m sorry.”

Please evaluate on OCD Sou evidence I’m so here for it

i stalled this ask for a while with the intent to put something very concise together but my motivation’s been low so i’m gonna have to free-form it, sorry anon i also want to note that i am a person with OCD, so a lot of this is personal to me - I’m not just some rando being like “haha sou wash his hands so he has ocd” bc I’ve def seen that stuff and, I’m not gonna get into how exhausting that is rn y’know

Anyway what originally got me thinking abt this and what’s probably the biggest piece of evidence is what kanna says about him during the second main game: 

Kanna：

"Sou had been fretting about it since yesterday."

"He was going "I don't know the password!", taking his beanie off and putting it on..."

"Suddenly, I looked at Sou's hands, and was struck by how clean he kept them even in these circumstances..."

What Kanna is describing here is kind of on the dot OCD tendencies. He’s been dwelling on it for an excessive amount of time and he’s exhibiting repetitive compulsory behavior in response. Then she goes on to mention his hands were clean enough for it to be noticeable, and I think that could point to him experiencing compulsive hand washing as well. I think it’s also notable that it was Kanna who said this. There’s this sort of embarrassment and guilt that typically comes with experiencing OCD symptoms, and the more uncomfortable the situation you’re in is, the more you feel like you HAVE to hide what you’re experiencing. It makes sense that Kanna would be the one to see the most prominent symptoms in Sou, because he’s a lot more comfortable around her.

Sou is also very obviously touch averse, and I think that paired with the fact that he could be compulsively washing makes a pretty good case for it being due to some kind of obsessive fear.  In the island game he’s pretty blatant about it, when Mishima grabs his arm he immediately freaks out and tells him not to do that. Additionally, if you get his ending he says, "...Oh, but no hugs, please. that's not my thing". It’s a little more subtle in the main storyline, but he’s going to be hiding a lot more in this situation so it kinda makes sense. Sara can shake his hand, and she can high-five him, and in both instances he has really sudden changes in composure. I don’t consider Sara’s narration to be entirely accurate, so I think what happened during the handshake was something along the lines of Sara seeing just a moment of Sou’s discomfort with touching somebody showing through, and her not really knowing what to make of it, so (being in a scary situation herself) she assumed it was something scary. The game reflected that with the “scary face” cg because it’s her point of view. When she high-fives him he just calls her weird which is pretty silly but it definitely indicates discomfort.

There’ also like, SO much in the nightmare he has at the beginning of ch2pt2 and the sequences with shadow sou. Admittedly I’m pretty tired after writing all that so I’m gonna glaze over this for now and hopefully elaborate some other time, but these sections really feel like he’s experiencing like, a cycle of obsessing over past and possible future events, and repetitive intrusive thought. Thanks for coming to my ted talk

HI HELLO WELCOME BACK ::::))))))) *a lot of smiles*

I have a question tho. You remember when you guys were talking about hydroflasks and bkg? Yes? Yes? Okay so I was typing up a lil hc about it and the moment I was ready to send it, you turned off anon and an error msg appeared lmaoao

Do you mind if I send it now? You don't HAVE to say yes, but it's there chilling in my notes

A LOT OF SMILES!!!🥺 THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!🧡🧡

god tho, I am so sorry to cause u that kind of pain + annoyance by turning off anon right when u were abt to send something… hopefully you didn’t have to rewrite it or anything…

BUT YES U CAN ABSOLUTELY RESEND!!! I just saw the prettiest orange hydroflask at the grocery store yesterday that made me miss the conversation so much, so if u still have it, please!!!

(I feel like it’s a little brighter than what I was imaging for baku, but!!! I’m such a sucker for neon colors…)

Hey! Happy new year and I just wanted to say that I read all your af requested one shots so far and they are AMAZING🔥 your work is just so good! Is it possible to do another professor!Artemis, but it’s just him having a conversation with his students instead of teaching? Like he just doesn’t want to teach and the students don’t want to learn if that makes sense :))

hi, happy new year to you too anon! ty for being so nice abt my writing, it really means a lot to me! here’s what you requested - i like to think artemis is a good teacher, he’s just a little...suspicious at times to his ~underworld~ connections. this will also be available on my ao3; i made them both into one work.

pretty little baby, pretty little monster (went to the good school, left w honors) - pt 2

      “I know you all have been working really hard lately, but it’s not break yet,” Artemis said to his students, rubbing his brow tiredly. “We still have work to do.”

“C’mon, let us have some fun for a change,” Oscar Walsh said, grinning hopefully. 

“Yeah, break starts tomorrow. What could we even get done before then?” Oscar’s friend Violet Boran chimed in, pushing a strand of dark hair behind her ear.

“I’m sure we could find something to do,” Artemis protested, looking frantically through his lesson plans for anything they still hadn’t covered that seemed promising. 

“Can’t we just relax for once?” Oscar pleaded, desperately hoping he wouldn’t have to do more work.

      Artemis resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Relaxing was not something he did well. But all of his students looked so optimistic and energetic that he figured they wouldn’t be able to focus very well anyway. Maybe they did deserve a bit of a break before the holidays. “Fine,” he said, a touch exasperatedly. “You can ‘relax.’” 

A small cheer arose from the seats in the lecture hall. “Nice!” Oscar said as Violet and Josh Byrne high-fived him. 

      Some of the students began digging snacks out of their backpacks while others took out earbuds or cell phones. They started talking amongst themselves, chatting happily. After a few minutes, a bold young man by the name of Conan Delee asked “So, Doctor, what do you even do while you’re not teaching us? Got a hobby?”

“Yeah! People get super suspicious of you, you know. They say you must be some kind of cryptid,” Violet chimed in.

Artemis shrugged. “Of course I have a hobby; I often compose music as an escape. And as for the ‘cryptid’ accusations, rest assured that I am just as human as the rest of you are.” Or close enough to it, he thought to himself wryly. 

      There were a few murmurs among the class at this. Composing was a relatively innocent, if not somewhat pretentious, hobby as far as it went, but who knew whether or not he was telling the truth?

“So who are you, I don’t know, friends with? Do you know any of the other professors here?” Oscar asked. He was hoping he could get some closure on who Artemis could have been talking to the day Josh eavesdropped on him.

“Oh, I’m afraid you wouldn’t know most of my contacts. They’re rather underground,” Artemis said, holding back a smirk at his own joke.

Oscar glanced at Josh and thought sarcastically, Well, that was helpful.

      After the class decided that they weren’t going to get much more out of their teacher, they went back to their snacks and cell phones. A few moments later, however, Artemis had an idea.

“Okay, class. Let’s play some trivia,” he said brightly, deciding to engage them in an activity that was at least somewhat educational. Everyone groaned. 

“Come on!” Conan complained. “That’s no fun.” There were mutters of approval.

Artemis raised an eyebrow. “Would you rather me assign you more work?” At that, even though there was a little bit of grumbling among the students, they decided to just go along with it.

      “Let’s divide into teams - boys versus girls,” Josh suggested. 

Their professor nodded. “Alright, that’s fine. Are we ready to start?”

“Yeah, we’re gonna totally crush you guys,” Violet said, poking a finger at Oscar.

Artemis thought for a moment, coming up with a question. “Okay, question number one. Which of Shakespeare’s plays is the longest?”

Josh tapped his pencil in front of him, thinking hard. “Um, it’s King Lear isn’t it?”

An intelligent girl by the name of Grace Kyne spoke up. “No, it’s Hamlet right?”

Artemis grinned. “That’s right! Hamlet is correct. One point for the girls.” A couple of people on the girls team high-fived.

“Question number two: how many hearts does a squid have?”

“Three!” Conan said excitedly. “I know that one.”

“Correct. One point for the boys,” Artemis said, trying not to think about his own run-in with a squid in his youth. 

      “Question number three: who was the first woman to win a Nobel Prize in 1903?”

“Oh, was it Gerty Cori?” Grace wondered aloud. “I can’t remember this one…”

“It was Marie Curie,” Violet answered. “She won it for contributions to physics.”

“That’s right,” Artemis said. “Another point for the girls.” The boys groaned. “Speaking of physics, what is the unit measurement for the activity of a radioactive source?” the professor continued. They should know this one - they were in his class after all.

“The becquerel!” Oscar said, smiling widely. “I remember learning about that.”

Artemis nodded at him, smiling a little too. “Good job, Mr Walsh.” Oscar shrugged, but looked rather happy to be getting the praise.

      Just then, Artemis glanced at his watch. “Oh, it looks like our time is up. I’ll see you tomorrow.” 

“No, just ask us one more question! We’re tied up, so whoever gets this one right will win,” Conan said, not one to back down.

“Well, if you insist,” Artemis replied. Everyone seemed in agreement that the game wasn’t over yet. “The last question is this: what is the painting ‘La Gioconda’ more commonly known as?”

“Oh, I know this one!” Josh said. “It’s the Mona Lisa.”

“Correct,” Artemis said. “The boys win, three to two.” The girls shrugged it off, and Violet even gave Oscar a friendly cuff on the shoulder. 

With that, the students packed up their belongings and started moving on. “See you tomorrow, Professor,” Josh said on his way out.

“Yes, I imagine you will Mr Byrne,” Artemis responded, smiling just a little. He really did love his job.

hey, so i have just recently stumbled across your page and when i tell you i'm so amazed OMG your writings and stories are so immensly beautiful, i've read almost all of them - home from war, scarlet, pink hearts, acquainted and fall from grace especially made me feel things and are probably my favorites. 💖💖 you have such an amazing amazing amazing way with words,, the way you characterize the characters, the dialogues and the plots are just CHEFS KISS. you are so so talented i'm almost jealous hahahahha.

and since i have JUST NOW finished "fall from grace" and the emotions are still raw lmao i wanted to say: WOW. i'm beyond heartbroken but my heart is also about to burst. it was so beautiful???? i can't really describe it in words but the story really did something to me omg i already know that i'll probably think about it the next weeks coming or while writing my exams 😄😄😄😄😄😄😄😄 but no really. y/n and gojo's relationship was heartbreakingly cute and while i really hoped that they would maybe end up together at the end it was much more realistic and logical that they didn't, and i'm happy that it ended the way it ended. especially the last passages were amazing, i shed one or two tears reading it lol, it was a perfect ending for them. i really sat their for a moment collecting myself ngl hahahahaha. them looking at each other through the crowd, fleeting memories, emotions of the past and acceptance - accepting and acknowledging what was and is between them and still deeply caring and loving one another, being happy for one another. yeah, i am mesmerized.

but i actually have a little question bc i was confused at one point. so y/n got kicked out from the studio and didn't get the role for black swan and gojo saw her that one rainy (and ✨fateful✨ hahahah) night, how exactly did they come to form the agreement?? and did y/n then got the role back bc of the agreement (yk bc of her connection to the crown prince)?

anyways thank you so much for taking your time of the day and writing all the masterpieces 💗💗, i'm sure it's not easy :/. keep up the hard work and thank you once again 🥰 also sorry for the long message i got a bit carried away hahaha. have a beautiful day/night!! ❤️ - 💎 anon, if you don't have that one yet. (ALSO EVERYTIME IM READING OR WRITING 'BEAUTIFUL' I CANT STOP THINKING ABT YOUR STORY PLSSSHSJ)

i wanted to answer this yesterday but this ask really had me rolling on the floor in tears and giggles cuz im so so happy wtf first of all THANK YOU SO MUCH holy unicorns thank you 😭💕 im extremely honored you like my works and OMG I SEE NAOYA FIC I GO BRR thank you so much oh my gosh waaaa and omg no fjekeks the talent is just the blog's theme of "If I Simp, I Write" LMFAO omg damn thank you so much im so so happy you like fall from grace, its different from what i usually write for jjk but its actually the most similar to what i originally write for non fanfic related works of mine abdksks so like thats a sneak peek for my other writer side HEHEE. Also THE ENDING HURRR now you guys get why I said in the notes i love and hated that story, that ending scene with her performance lowkey fcked me up ngl 💀 oh actually, y/n is the original black swan because of her talent, dedication, and experience but her classmate was rich and had connections, so a few bills slipped in there and she lost the role, then accused that she 'stole' it from the girl. satoru actually stepped out his car and asked her to come with him where they came up with the agreement that she dated him just to clear his reputation of being a playboy so he could solidify his inheritance of the throne, in exchange, his connection with her could increase her chance of being scouted by a better company and hopefully even make her a respectable person for being the prince's first "stable relationship." and nope, she didnt get the role back - not from her original company anyway - and the prince's connection with her doesnt affect her success either. a company overseas recognized her by her talent alone and scouted her without connections to her "dating" him. the last part just pertained that they helped each other to grow emotionally and mentally, both as people and as actual humans, without inclusions of their roles in society. it was more of a personal growth and rekindling of souls rather than him ascending as king and her reaching her dream, because both paths of their success was their own journey from now on as said in the line "when the other stood firm, tall, and ready, you pushed each other in your respective directions." and thank you so much for this message, i dont mind the length of it all since im talkative too ahdkelwsl and i love responding to these types of asks 💕 tysm for the support bb, im very thankful for it! Have a great day/night too sweetheart, and diamond anon is all yours, WELCOME TO SUKI'S EMOJI BABIES FAMILY 💕💕💕

i wish to know... about your zimverse ocs... they seem pretty neat...

anon u GOT IT i’ve been wanting to talk abt the gang for so long!!!!! when i saw this ask i lost my marbles!!! knowin that someone is actually interested in these guys makes me so happy!!! so!! here they are!!!  also!! apologies that it took me so long to actually answer, i wanted to be able to say all of the lore for lizzie (who hadn’t had her chara arc in rp at the time) and by the time i got her arc done i ran flat outta spoons nbfkgb,, but i got my spoons back and whipped up a few lil pictures to go with this so hopefully that makes up for it!!! oki here we go!! under a cut because talking about five separate charas is gonna get long ndfjkv

ZAPPELINE VOLTAIRE

she/he/they | genderfluid | somewhere between 25-37 y/o zap is basically my main character! she used to be a scientist who worked on interdimensional research, more specifically what the theoretical effects of interdimensional travel/portals would be on the human body and the safety of all of that. at one point the lab she worked at lost funding, but she decided to fuck around there before it got demolished because why not! she did a few experiments on herself, including changing her natural hair color and making it so that she could see an extra color. the latter of which did not work out entirely as planned, because the rods in her eyes didn’t grow in quite right. so! now she has red-green colorblindness in her right eye, and something similar to tritanomaly in her left, which is why she wears those funky glasses!

gonna be honest, i’m still working on a way to properly explain the next bit without it getting super boring or incomprehensible, but tdlr the new colors corresponds to a wavelengths that interdimensional rifts emit, so now she can see interdimensional rifts! she noodles out a way to build an interdimensional portal using some leftover notes from one of her co-workers, and jumps through! she ended up getting too excited about the portal and forgets to make sure it’s stable, and it ends up collapsing the second she gets through. so now she’s stuck in the multiverse! fun! after a bit of dimension-hopping, mad science, and the entire plot of polychrome (a game concept im workin on!!), she lands herself in zimcon!

SPARKPLUG VOLTAIRE

he/they | nonbinary | 5 y/o

sparkplug was originally built by zap to be her impulse control! this did not work! for context, zap used to be a really shitty supervillain before zimcon, so i kinda made sparkplug to be her sidekick/henchman? but in the way that’s like, supervillain is really nice and respectful to their “underlings” and basically treats them as equals and as friends, because i love that trope so fucking much. the original joke was “haha the supervillain has pack-bonded with the box!” but then the box turned into a kid and well! here we are. eventually after just. existing for a while they developed their own personality, and pretty much just became a regular kid! they arrived at zimcon as a box, but later on they end up asking zap for an astroboy-style body! as of writing this they haven’t gotten it yet, but that’s just because the rp’s kinda on pause right now. i do wanna say tho i have a special lil bit of art for it ready that hopefully yall will enjoy!!

ELIZABETH VOLTAIRE

she/her | cis (ew) | 4 years younger than zap

god just. i hate elizabeth! i really do. she’s another version of zap who is basically just an evil boomer who can’t even be fun or dramatic about it. in polychrome, she takes over as the big bad of the game. i feel like she works a lot better in polychrome just because that’s what she was made for, tbh. she and zap used to work together at one point, but due to a lot of arguing, many disagreements and some other Events(tm), started hating each other. she’s literally no fun at all and i can’t really expand upon her all that much without going into spoilers territory so that’s about it for her.

LIZZIE VOLTAIRE

she/they | trans gal | 745-748 y/o

lizzie is a ghost! she’s an alternate version of zap that died before she could ever leave her home dimension. after she died, she was quite literally chained to her death spot for over 700 years. when she died though, she was given a contract that said she could be freed if she got someone to sign it, the person signing it would be able to have her do whatever they want, but once she finished the task she could be free. if the person signing felt that she wasn’t doing a good enough job, they could rip up the contract and she’d be sent back to her death spot. it sounds bad, but it was all she had so she tried her best to get someone to sign! unfortunately though, in the few months where there were still people around, she hadn’t been able to figure out how to get herself to be visible again. just before she figured that out, the world underwent some kind of apocalypse, and all the people were wiped out. so she had no choice but to just kinda sit there and vibe for 700 years.

that is until elizabeth came along! liz signs her contract, and lizzie starts working as a henchman for her. the elizabeth arc happens (which is basically elizabeth helps lizzie possess zap and tells her to erase the con members’ memories, she does this, people are pissed, lizzie gets knocked out of zap’s body, zap dies, comes back, and beats the shit out of elizabeth and later sacrifices her to a crab) and liz decides to send her back for not doing a good enough job. so she goes back to her death spot, and after a night’s stay makes a deal with an eldritch blonde twink to gain her freedom.

REGINALD SPECTER

he/him | agender | a few thousand years probably (boomer)

bastard!! bastard man!! reggie is the one responsible for lizzie’s (and a few other peoples’) death(s). he has a job in the underworld which is basically just “take care of this huge monster that eats parts of people’s identity.” he found that feeding it souls worked best, so instead of finding lost souls he just decided it’d be easier to get some new ones. in order to kill people without getting caught, he disguises all his murders as accidents. lizzie’s happened to be a falling stage light that hit her on the head real hard. it’s not a cool or fun death and it makes her real mad ndjvkdf

lizzie was left there for so long because reggie pretty much just forgot about her. he left her the contract to give her some form of hope, which would keep her from fading away completely, but she was chained there so he could come back when he remembered. when liz signed her contract he got some sort of notice about it, and decided to come back to lizzie later for some shits and giggles. when they met up, he told her if she could find a soul to trade he’d give her her freedom. she accepts, and picks zap to trade, hoping that getting rid of her would help her earn liz’s approval (it didn’t). zap gets sent to this weird hell maze, and when a few others get in the way they get sent there too. lizzie eventually gets talked down from sending more and more people to the hell maze, and she lets them out. she’s tired of hurting people, and wants to give helping others a try! at the moment, reggie isn’t aware that lizzie let them out of the maze (and thus, isn’t gonna give him a soul to trade). if he finds out it’ll be bad, but for now she’s just vibing and trying her best to be nice!

reggie’s very much inspired by hate and dial from tpoh, and a lot of lizzie’s story is inspired by my personal theories on blondie/rgb’s death!! its basically “how many tpoh references can i cram into this: the arc.” it’s unbelievable the amount of shit i was allowed to get away with with nobody calling me out nfjdkvsf

aaaand that’s kinda it!!! i tried my best to make this short and readable, i wrote up something else earlier that was a LOT longer and im much more happy with this version. and if something i said doesn’t make sense or anyone wants to ask anything about these guys or polychrome id be more than happy to answer!!!! thank you so much for reading!!!! <3!!

how abt some angst 12 with atsumu? 👀

“why do you keep bringing it up?”

drunken new year - atsumu x drunk!reader

tw: some language, a bit of confrontation

thank you anon for this request! i really enjoyed it so much, and i really enjoyed writing it! somehow, i don’t know how to end on an angsty note, so i wanted to make it sweet at the end. hopefully you’ll like it too :) 

“Alright, what are you so mad for?” Atsumu looks to you as you slide into the passenger’s seat of the car. You continue to fold your arms after you’ve buckled your seatbelt, your lips matching the line your arms are in. “Clearly, you’re mad at me, so spill it already. What did I do tonight that was so wrong?”

“Just take us home, Atsumu.”

“Atsumu? Huh,” he scoffs, turning the key. The engine of the car flares into life as all of the lights and gadgets flicker on. Immediately, he turns the dial of the radio volume all the way down. He hasn’t heard his name come out of your mouth in ages. It’s been “babe” for the longest time. “You know, if you’re not going to talk, I’m not bringing us home. I’m not brushing this aside like you want me to.”

You sigh. “You were all over her.”

“Who?” He places his hand on the back of your seat to move the car out of the parking space and while this normally would make you swoon from seeing him in this position, you roll your eyes.

“You know who I’m talking about.” He hums, waiting for you to continue. “Millie,” you say obviously.

Soon enough, he’s coasting down the highway, the only car to be seen in sight. “She was drunk. And so are you, so cut me some slack.”

“It’s New Year’s Eve, everyone’s drunk. So—”

“I’m not because I want to get us home safely," he points out.

"That's even worse! You were all over her and she kept touching you on your big arms and big muscles. And you were sober the whole time and you let me watch it all go down."

"Finally, you're admitting that I'm strong.” His statement comes with a smirk, trying to lighten the debate at hand, but you can’t think of his flirty statements with the same brain at the moment.

"Not my words; Millie's," you grumble. "This frickin' headache is pounding my head and arguing with you doesn't make it any better."

"We don't have to argue, (Y/N). No one's saying we have to. I was only helping her out. You know that she's got some things that she needs to work on—"

You squeeze your eyelids tight against each other. "Atsumu," you enunciate your words as carefully as a drunk person can. "She isn't your responsibility. You two aren't together anymore."

"Millie and I go back to when 'Samu and I started volleyball, that long." The car is smooth and steady on the road, Atsumu never once speeding up because he knows it would only get worse if he tried to race home. "So we aren't dating anymore, but I still care her as a friend."

"Friends don't look at friends the way she looks at you." You aren't purposely trying to pry a reaction out of Atsumu, but you see one when the knuckles on his hand protrude as he tightens his grip on the wheel. "You can't tell me I'm wrong. You even said it yourself at one point: Millie will never be replaced."

"Never be replaced as a friend! Gosh, (Y/N), you're getting on my fuckin’ nerves." Everything he says, he means, even when he says you’re on the last straw. Huh, what a way to bring in a shitty new year. 

“So what, I’m not allowed to be concerned when my boyfriend’s ex-girlfriend is hanging off of him, drunk and trying to kiss him the whole night? Did you even think about me while you were trying to take care of her?” It’s a bit of a stretch, you’ll admit, but seriously, sometimes Atsumu didn’t consider your feelings when doing things. For instance, when he drove a motorcycle for the first time and he didn’t let you know. You paced the living room floor at least a hundred times and he finally came in the house with a helmet propped onto his hip. You pounded your fists against his chest with tears streaming down your eyes. All he could say was “You were thinking about me, sweetheart? Don’t worry so much next time. You’ll give yourself wrinkles.”

In comparison to that, this situation takes the win. He doesn’t want it to be a win.

Atsumu pulls into the next exit. Fortunately, it’s the one he’s meant to get off on, but even if it wasn’t, he would’ve got off to focus on this conversation. The second he finds a parking lot, he directs the car into one of the empty spaces. Of course, the whole lot’s empty; it’s now New Year’s Day, seeing that it’s one in the morning.

He parks and turns off the engine, the light draining from his face. Now, you can only see his silhouette, backlit from the nearby lamppost.

“Why do you keep bringing it up? You know I love you, so ya don’t need to dig yourself a ditch, unless that’s what you were lookin’ for.”

You mumble apologies underneath your breath, not knowing whether it’s the embarrassing feeling that settles into your bones or the drunken stupor that’s taking over. You finally apologize in the only way you know how to: softly pressing your lips to his cheek, just barely missing the stubble you hate feeling on your skin.

“I’m taking it that you’re either too prideful or too drunk to say you’re sorry, so I’ll just accept your half-hearted apology and be done with it,” he chuckles.

“I’m sorry, Atsumu. I’m a shitty girlfriend.” You frown, and he can’t bear to see your lips drag. “Why’d you kiss me, I just told you I’m a shitty girlfriend.”

“Because you’re not shitty. Why would I be with you if you were shitty? I’m too good to be with someone shitty—okay, ow. I didn’t even fuckin’ finish.” He laces your fingers with his despite his abrasive use of language. “I’m too good to be with someone shitty, but you’re greater than me by so much more. You could never be shitty to me.”

“Aw, babe, you know, you’ve already been too sweet for a year’s worth, and the year’s already started. What are you going to do for the rest of the months?” You shake your interlaced hands like a rattle while wiping tears with the back of the other. 

He grimaces. “Please don’t make me take back my words,” he mumbles while you plant kisses on him.

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