@actstogether asked: 84 // SPOTIFY WRAPPED - send me a number 1-100 and I’ll write you a starter based on the song’

84. Factories - Autoheart 

   “YOU SCRUBBED AWAY the bloodstain on the carpet?” One memory-erasing spell later and here he is, STILL making a mess of her floor— except instead of crawling through the window in his suit... he just managed to bleed through one of his bandages this time. It’s a lot LESS dramatic, at least ( especially with his identity a secret again ), but Peter definitely wasn’t prepared with a good explanation for it. “You- uh, didn’t have t- I mean I was gonna offer to do it ‘cause it was kinda MY blood on YOUR floor, but— ... do you want me to buy you some replacement cleaning supplies as a thanks for all this ‘cause I can do that instead-”  

@actstogether​ asked: “   things  could  always  be  worse .   at  least  you  don’t  have  flesh - eating  bacteria ,   right ??   ” @ MICHAEL LMAO // sticky situations

     THERE’S A LONG AND EXHAUSTED GROAN as Michael resists the overwhelming urge to let his head down on whatever surface is closest to him and stay there for too long to be anywhere near normal— is he being dramatic? Maybe, but honestly, he figures he’s at least somewhat earned the right to exaggerate by now. 

     “As if any bacteria would want to eat my flesh at this point.” He opts not to elaborate, leaving Annie to question whether or not that’s a lighthearted jab at himself or a genuine comment about how he has nothing left in him that even a parasite might want. “Honestly? They could HAVE IT for all I care, maybe then I could finally stop havin’ to drag myself back to this place.” That, he ALSO chooses not to elaborate on—

“  i’m here to raid your fridge cause my date went really bad and all i’ve had is lukewarm water and breadsticks.  ” hi eishi

With arm pressed against the doorway and body blocking Annie from just marching in, Eishi fixed her with a tired yet somewhat amused stare. Not exactly the house call they'd been expecting but if they couldn't be flexible, they wouldn't be in their own apartment away from the confines of Hope's Peak. Sure, they had a dorm, but you'd rarely find them in it. Must've been a hell of a date if she went to their place first.

"Mm.." They cleared their throat, seemingly contemplating the pros and cons of letting her into their humble abode.... that, or they just liked to make people wait. An easy grin settled upon their face before they backed up to let her pass. "Do you like wine?"

@actstogether​ asked: “I couldn’t fix him. But I could fuck him.” this will end well

every day, people just... say things. the agency is always filled with people saying things they shouldn’t, all the time. “ that’s not even close to an appropriate response, astre. you know, most people would usually suggest a therapist, or meditation. maybe even a vent session. sex isn’t therapy, it won’t ‘ fix ’ anyone. ” a pause. “ that last part wasn’t just about him. write this down. ”

[   text   ] :   . . . [   text   ] :   once you know that answer ,  lmk

[ text ] : ok answer me this - if villain bad why sexy? (....sorry shouta)   //   @actstogether !

GET  TO  KNOW  THE  MUN.

WHAT  MADE  YOU  PICK  UP  THE  MUSE  YOU  HAVE  ?   autism probably

IS  THERE  ANYTHING  YOU  DON'T  LIKE  TO  WRITE  ?  aside from the like. illegal and morally reprehensible stuff i'm not very good at writing action since i don't do it often, so i skirt around it lol. if i were going to write for more than a hobby i would probably practice and get better at it and hate it less. i also just don't really find cheating as a plot device interesting or sexy lol but i can't really think of anything that's a super hard no for me

IS  THERE  ANYTHING  YOU  REALLY  ENJOY  WRITING  ?   hurt/comfort makes me want to eat glass /pos

HOW  DO  YOU  COME  UP  WITH  YOUR  HEADCANONS  ?   autism again. no uh i just. idk exist. i'm possessed or something probably. my mind just wanders. sometimes i black out and my phone notes are full of headcanons. i'm super normal about it

DO  YOU  WRITE  IN  SILENCE  OR  LISTEN  TO  MUSIC  ?   varies based on how overstimulated i am LMAO a lot of the time i'll write on my phone just in notes or on a google doc because that's what i have energy for, so that's usually silent. if i'm sitting down to knock out a bunch of drafts i'll usually pick a playlist of the character i'm writing to get me in the zone :)

DO  YOU  PLAN  YOUR  REPLIES  OR  WING  THEM  ?   i want to say i wing them but truthfully i think i plan most of it. not like hardcore planning, but if a thread is going somewhere i've usually had some sort of conversation with the other writer about the general direction of the thread or our muses' relationship whatever that may be. i don't like to have everything super plotted out usually because at that point like.... why am i writing it if i've already let it rotate in my head for 10 million years, but sue me i like some structure

DO  YOU  ENJOY  SHIPPING  ?   I'M A WHORE. LET THEM KISS.

WHAT'S  YOUR  ALIAS/NAME  ?   My middle name technically haha. I used to go by the name of one of my first ocs, but then i started writing her on tumblr and it got weird, so i started using my middle name which then got shortened to christie. since i'm a performer i've also had to think about my stage name a lot, and i ended up including it in that which is kinda fun

AGE  ?   22 baby let's gooo

BIRTHDAY  ?  September 29, same as my Aether and also Annie @actstogether <3

FAVORITE  COLOR  ?   It used to be orange but tbh? Green has kinda been the vibe lately

FAVORITE  SONG  ?   it's either francesca by hozier or fake out by fall out boy, i don't think anything else even comes close to those

LAST  MOVIE  YOU  WATCHED  ?   dune part 2! for once i've seen something recent lmao i don't watch a lot of movies but my dad loves dune so i had to watch the first one and then he dragged me to the new one last week

LAST  SHOW  YOU  WATCHED  ?   like casually i think it was psych, as far as like binging a whole series i'm not sure

LAST  SONG  YOU  LISTENED  TO  ?  red wine supernova by chapell roan don't look at me like that

FAVORITE  SEASON  ?   i dont even know anymore bro. spring maybe?

DO  YOU  HAVE  A  TUMBLR  BEST  FRIEND  ?   i have a crew :^) my little gay people in my discord server <3

tagged by: @mischiiefs hi mak xx tagging: well u see. mak also tagged the rest of the aforementioned crew so if you wanna do this go for it i can't stop you-

@actstogether said: i literally made fun of you for this yesterday,

ANYWAY TUMBLR USER ACTSTOGETHER IS THE REASON I UH NO LONGER WRITE WITH OCS NAMED ANNIE UH GOODBYE CHRISTIE YOU WILL NOT BE MISSED-

ash is in their bastardization arc they said let me cause problems on purpose /j

@actstogether // so true bestie

i DID and i WILL i'm so glad you understand

@actstogether sent: "Byakuya." Annie announces her presence with a soft call of his name before she dares to approach. Everyone is understandably on edge, and even though she trusts her former classmates, there's still doubt. There's still danger. She doesn't want Byakuya to isolate himself again. Considering the otherwise empty library, she presses a kiss to his cheek as she looks over his shoulder, not taking her eyes off of the reading materials spread out on the table in front of him. "What are you thinking?"

Annie's  lips  on  his  cheek  invoke  no  reaction,  not  even  a  side  glance,  and  the  question  goes  unanswered  almost  as  if  it  was  being  ignored.  It's  a  question  he  wouldn't  have  answered  anyway,  but  a  better  one  would  be  " what  isn’t  he  thinking? "  There  are  several  books  in  front  of  him,  all  of  them  open  to  random  pages  as  if  he  was  looking  for  answers  in  different  places  all  at  once.  There  weren't  any  the  first  time,  and  there  still  aren't  now,  yet  he  still  flips  from  page  to  page  as  if  his  persistence  will  manifest  a  solution  for  him.

"  I'm thinking about how I'm sick of doing this,  "  he  finally  says,  and  there's  no  need  to  specify  exactly  what  he  means.  He  never  speaks  of  the  trust  he  has  in  the  other  survivors,  but  they  know  it's  there,  and  yet... He  can't  say  the  same  for  the  rest.  They're  survivors  all  the  same,  but  there's  a  reason  he's  kept  his  distance.  They  don't  share  that  same  bond  with  him,  and  that  makes  them  dangerous.  Not  exactly  for  him,  but  for  the  people  he's  come  to  silently  consider  friends.  He's  already  so  close  to  snapping,  and  should  one  of  them  harm  someone  he  cares  about,  he's  certain  that  would  break  everyone else.  Keeping  a  brave  face  is  what  he  has  to  do  for  their  sake,  but  any  of  their  deaths  would  haunt  him  just  the  same  as  the  first  batch  of  his  classmates  do.

(  The  memories  of  bloody  baseballs  rolling  by  his  feet,  of  a  motorcycle  revving  and  eventually  clanging  against  a  metal  cage,  of  smoke  rising around a wooden stake  and  alarms  blaring nearby...  It's  all  still  so  fresh  in  his  mind.  How  much  more  of  that  Hell  must  he  endure  before  he  is  finally  able  to  rest?  What  if  the  rest  of  them  end  up  dead  before  that  opportunity  arises?  )

"  I  shouldn't  have  to  tell  you  to  stay  alert,  "  he  flips  a  page  in  his  book,  then  a  few  more,  and  takes  in  none  of  the  information,  "  but  I  might   keep  an  eye  on  you  myself,  just  in  case  you  can't  follow  that  simple  instruction.  "

@actstogether​ asked: " hey... it's alright, now. it's okay. i got you... i got you. " anyway // rescue-related prompts

     MAKOTO HAS BEEN HOLDING HIMSELF TOGETHER for a long while now—he thinks he might have lost track of just how long he’s kept up stability for those around him. All he did was try to save his friends, leading right to the title placed on his shoulders and EXPECTATIONS meant to be met as a source, not only of the hope of those around him, but for the WORLD. Holding onto optimism as his one remarkable trait, the quality others rely on, there’s no way he can AFFORD to let go of it, even for a few moments.

      Although, he’s already come up short there too many times— luckily, that tends to be in private, where he can conceal the shock of another nightmare or tight feeling in his chest can pass. Even the CLOSEST he’s ever slipped towards despair, kept in his memories and never let out ( what would they think of him if he did? ). After all, he’s never REALLY lost his hope, of course not! So... it’s okay to keep the more difficult moments under wraps, isn’t it?

   Except ever since waking up here, Makoto has felt himself approaching an edge, and he can’t seem to STOP IT. Nerves, guilt, grief, and every other complicated emotion coil in the pit of his stomach— as if like his lungs are closing in, like a burning feeling that scratches at the back of his throat, stinging in his eyes. Or... maybe that is what’s happening. His hands shake, and he can’t stop it, why can’t he stop it? Each loss so far, every chilling reminder, all emotions buried under the guise of holding the group together finally beginning to BOIL over and—

    A hand touches the side of his face, and someone’s voice breaks into a cry. 

                                                                    Oh... no, that was him, wasn’t it? 

  It takes a few moments to register that the noises aren’t distant, but his own, paired with tears held back this entire time now rolling down his face. Makoto also realizes who it is: ANNIE. If it were someone else, the shame and embarrassment flooding through him might have made their way through enough to stop it, but he’s ALREADY let himself crack, and that fissure only splits further now that he’s let go. Short gasps for air force themselves out between each quiet sob, and Makoto knows she can see him trembling, too. She’s doing something he can’t bring himself to fully focus on, loosening the tighter areas of his clothing as the pad of her other thumb still against his cheek brushes away tears. He squeezes his eyes shut, trying his best to take a bit of a deeper breath, and finally, he hears what she’s saying. Focus on that, he tells himself, and he does his best to— it doesn’t feel alright, nothing about this does, but...she’s there, right? Isn’t that exactly the kind of thing he tries to do for everyone?

    “I—” He chokes on his words almost immediately, sharply inhaling as he takes a fw more moments to try and get ahold of himself. “I’m sorry, I don’t— I don’t know what happened, I didn’t mean to...” She’ll think less of him and everything he does to motivate them after this, won’t she? “I think a lot of this just- it’s... a lot to handle? For everyone, I guess I thought...” Trying to talk right now is... a lot harder than he wants it to be. “I tried, I keep trying, I never wanted this t- ...this is stupid, isn’t it? I’m not s’posed to... I should be better at this by now.”

@actstogether​ asked: "Birthday boy! Birthday boy!!!" She has a cupcake for the birthday boy. No tricks this time, though perhaps it'd be wise of him to be suspicious anyway...

birthday boy !! 

Reki grins unabashedly in response, unable to stop the happy little laugh that rolls past his lips.  Outside of his family, usually no one bothered to remember his birthday and hearing her loudly exclaim it made him feel — surprisingly warm. 

Doesn’t stop him from being an ass, though. 

With an arm thrown around her shoulders, he practically drags her in next to him ( careful not to knock the cupcake out of her hands. she got that for him, after all, and he doesn’t wanna waste it! ) and roughly messes with her hair. The roughhousing only lasts a second before he’s letting her go, sticking his tongue out as he does. 

“Thanks, Annie. People don’t usually. Uh. Care, I guess.” 

                           “  what if we just, like ... skipped town ??  like a shitty teen movie, we just got in the car a fuckin’ drove until we ran outta gas.  ”  it’s fantasy,  &&  he knows it,  but god does he wish they really could.  “  eh, whatever ... i’m just rambling.  weed does that to you, ya know ??  ”  //  @actstogether

CONNOR  &&  ANNIE  —  since i met you, i’m livin’ ultralife

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@actstogether !

“I can’t dance.” 

Utter despair seeping into tone, head dropping to the table with a soft thud. Not a new complaint-- choreography has always been the hardest part of any production for Jeremy, and he seems to insist on complaining about it every time. He lets out a low whine from where he’s planted ( face down into the table ), not even bothering to lift his head before speaking again.

“What am I supposed to do?”

            . . .  well ,  that’s awkward .  he will just pat her head as a answer ,  before walking away   —

"How many shots would it take for you to sleep with me?" all hypothetical questions from annie of course-   //   @actstogether !

Hello what about Jeremy finding out someone else has gotten a squip after canon events, be it a close friend or just a random acquaintance 👀

let lune scream about squips 2k19

It would terrify him. 

Quite simply, he wouldn’t know how to react. People get squips for different reasons, and it is entirely possible that someone may have gotten a squip without the same motivation ( depression and suicide ideation, frankly put ) he had. But Jeremy tends to view things through his own experiences, so the thought of someone else needing a squip because they were as low as he was would chill him. It’s a mindset he wouldn’t wish on anyone else.

But he is also well aware of how squips function, how they tear into a user until they feel they are worthless without their user. Until they believe that their squip can say nothing wrong– all advice given by it is the right thing to do. It’s not something he wants to be near.

If it were a friend who had gotten the squip ( surely someone who hadn’t been around Jeremy when he had first gotten his own, or else they’d have seen the consequences ), Jeremy would try his best to explain why it was dangerous to listen to the squip without disclosing his own history with the technology ( again, if he can avoid people knowing about his squip, he will do so ). But even for someone he cares about, there’s only so far Jeremy will go for his own sake. If they’re determined to push him away and accept the squip, Jeremy won’t fight back forever. 

If it were an acquaintance, Jeremy would remove himself from the situation. Put a distance between himself and the squipped peer. He doesn’t want to be around for the fallout he’s certain will happen.