#but tbh i got distracted by the polls
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daryl doesn’t think he’s anything special. he never has. but to you? he’s everything.
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5 times daryl feels your affection down to his core and the many 1 time he unconsciously returns the favor.
cw: 18+ MDNI, p-in-v, mention of injury, swearing, mostly fluff, 4283 words
a/n: this draft got the most votes in the poll, which was surprising tbh! next up medieval au, princess reader, forbidden romance?? hmmmm
one.
daryl hears you coming before he sees you. he knows it’s on purpose, so you don’t startle him (“and get an arrow in the tit or something, i don’t know!” you had explained, laughing). he’s long since taught you how to be quiet when walking over leaves and branches.
his eyes drifted in the direction of the noise, watching you melt out of the trees, water bottle in one hand and knife in the other. you had a bad habit of speeding through or ignoring your own duties in favor of tracking him out into the woods while he was hunting. the teasing looks from rick and carol when they saw the gates open in the evening, revealing the two of you instead of just him, were enough to have him blushing up to his ears, but he couldn’t find it in him to stop you. if anything, daryl found himself lingering closer to the prison when he was first setting out for the day and making his tracks a little easier for you to follow as he went on. he liked to think of it as a teaching moment, encouraging you to follow his lessons, but he knew what it really was.
he liked having you here with him, away from prying eyes and ears. daryl wasn’t big on pda, he’d never been, and you knew that, but you could be as affectionate as you wanted out here.
the smile that split you face when you saw daryl was blinding, creasing your eyes and cheeks, “hey, handsome.”
daryl felt his heart start to pound immediately in his chest and warmth radiate through his belly and down his limbs. he had the distant, bizarre thought that any walker for a few miles would probably be able to smell his blood as it rose rapidly to his face, coloring his cheeks and the tips of his ears.
he scoffed quietly to keep the words he really wanted to say from spilling unbidden from his throat as you caught up to him, instead deadpanning, “handsome? really?”
you hummed, raising a hand to card through his long bangs, eyes tender when they met his, “mhm, very handsome. don’t i tell you every day?”
you leaned up to press a sweet kiss to his lips, no longer than a moment. you hand drifted from his hair down to cup his jaw as you did, and daryl found himself leaning into your palm, his own hand coming up to grip your wrist loosely.
you pulled away with a smaller, more intimate smile, one that daryl had only ever seen directed at him. and, if you had felt the pounding of his heart through his shirt or seen the intensity of his flush, you didn’t say a word.
two.
daryl was distracted.
this council meeting was dragging on much longer than intended. what was initially supposed to be a quick conversation about planning a run to get supplies for judith and a few of the other kids had turned into a heated debate about possibly opening up the council to a few of the people from woodbury. he could understand why. there was still a stark divide between their group and the new people, but daryl had been content to sit back and let the situation mend itself, so long as it didn't escalate.
the discussion was split down the middle. or.. maybe there were more in favor of maintaining the current council? daryl couldn’t tell because he couldn’t focus and he couldn’t focus because every time he tried to lock in on the conversation, he could feel your fingers brush over his knuckles.
earlier, when the meeting started, you had sat yourself right next to daryl, reached under the table, and grabbed his hand where it was resting on his knee. no fanfare, no lovesick gazes, just your fingers intertwined with his calloused ones like they belonged there. which, he mused to himself, maybe they do.
and so there your hand had remained as the meeting went on. every so often, you would brush your fingers lightly over his knuckles, or give his fingers a squeeze if you happened to catch his eyes… which would lead to you chuckling quietly to yourself when his neutral expression would warm over with a blush.
the meeting had been going on for at least an hour. god.
“daryl, what do you think?”
glenn’s voice cut through daryl’s thoughts like a knife. he jerked a little, almost dislodging your hand when he looked across the table, meeting the expectant stares of the council.
“uhh,” he grunted eloquently, “‘bout bringin’ some of them folks on?”
hershel nodded expectantly, his voice thoughtful, “don’t you think we could afford their input? after all, this is their home now just as much as it is ours.”
your fingers brushed again over his knuckles and daryl willed himself not to lose focus. not to allow his mind to run on with thoughts about the softness of your fingers and how much he liked the feeling of your palm against his. how comfortable-
no.
daryl blinked and cleared his throat, “we don’ even have rick on the council right now, i’on think it’s a good idea.”
glenn nodded along with maggie and, reluctantly a moment later, hershel did too, though his mouth had settled into a thin frown.
daryl felt your hand squeeze his twice, taking it as a nonverbal ‘good job!’, and paused only a moment before squeezing back his own nonverbal ‘thank you’. he saw a small smile flit across your face out the corner of his eye.
before the debate could start up again, you were leaning forward and speaking up, saying, “alright, let’s table this for next time then. the run is already planned for the baby stuff, so—?”
hershel’s eyes swept across the table and he nodded, “meeting adjourned, i suppose.”
three.
the woods were clear as daryl looked out over the gate. he could see everything from the watchtower, as was intended, but for once the calm darkness was not a comfort.
instead, every moment that passed heightened the panic that had been swirling in his gut since earlier that evening.
it had been roughly fourteen hours since you had left on a run with glenn and maggie. there was a small gas station a little ways out that looked to be mostly untouched, and you had been pulled to fill in daryl’s usual slot since he was already slated to go hunting.
he was regretting it now, though, as he continued to watch the road leading up to the gate for any sign of maggie’s headlights.
while the general rule of thumb was to be back to the prison before dark, everyone knew that sometimes shit happens, whether it be walkers appearing at the worst possible time, or not being able to secure the haul. hell, shit happened more often than it didn't, as far as daryl was concerned.
maybe the haul had been much larger than the three of you had planned for, and you had to hide some of it away for a return trip.
maybe y'all had come across a herd large enough to block the car's path and had to find a way around it to get home without leading them back behind you.
maybe the gas station had been a bust all together and you’d gone further out in hopes of not returning empty handed.
the thoughts swimming through his mind sent daryl pacing across the small area of the watchtower. back and forth he went, eyes flashing over to the gate of the prison every few seconds.
“you’re gonna wear out your shoes like that.”
oh right. daryl isn’t even on watch, not officially at least. he’d joined carol a little after the sun went down and been up here ever since.
carol continues on despite his brooding silence, “they’re okay. something probably held them up, it happens.”
daryl turned to face carol, scrubbing a hand down his face. he opening his mouth to respond, but before he could, the sound of wheels crunching across gravel made him whip back around.
he barely registered that it was maggie’s car before he was yanking the floor hatch open and climbing down. rick, who’d been poking around the farm despite the late hour, unwilling to admit his own anxiety, was already pulling the gate open to let the car in.
daryl stopped further up the hill to meet you, and, as soon as you popped the lock on your door, he was tugging it open with one hand and reaching for you with the other.
you went willingly, a sheepish smile on your face as you let him turn you this way and that, checking for any injuries or bites, neither of which you had.
“sorry i’m late, handsome,” you whispered, “i didn’t mean to worry you.”
daryl grunted in response, resisting the urge to press himself against you and feel your heart beat against his skin. he understood that you were capable, and that you had lasted just as long in the apocalypse as he had, but he can't help but wonder if he'll ever get used to this, or if he'll spend any moment you aren't within his reach on the edge of a panic attack.
by then, rick had made his way up the hill to the car and was helping unload their findings from the boot. all things considered, the three of you had brought back a pretty decent amount of stuff.
“everyone alright?” rick questioned, eyes skirting over the contents of the trunk to scan the three of you instead. "what held y'all up?"
maggie shook her head with a smile, “nothing like that. we found a good bit at that gas station, but there was a map of a small trailer park a little ways away, and we thought it was better to go for it while we were right down the road.”
“and we had the space anyway. didn’t make sense to waste a second trip, but it took a little longer to search than we thought,” you added. you had turned to face the group and, under the cover of the dark, you leaned back just slightly into daryl’s side.
carol, who had followed daryl down from the watchtower, hummed, and rick nodded thoughtfully. they both followed behind maggie and glenn, grabbing as much as they could carry from the car and heading up to deposit it for sorting tomorrow.
now alone, daryl took a moment to breathe you in, but he was moving soon as well, heading for the trunk to grab what was left.
he didn’t notice you coming up next to him until he felt your fingers slipping into his pocket.
“found something for you,” you said quietly, standing at his side.
daryl patted his pocket, feeling the dented box of what he assumed to be cigarettes and looked over at you, brows furrowed in confusion.
“i noticed you ran out the other day,” you answered his unasked question, a small smile lifting your cheeks, “combed through every trailer looking for ‘em.”
with that, you turned away from him and back to the trunk.
daryl stood speechless, his heart building up to that rapid thrum he only seemed to feel in your presence.
you had brought something back for him. had spent the daylight rummaging through dirty trailers on the off chance that you’d find a pack of cigarettes to replace his empty one that he himself hadn't even bothered to go searching to replace.
he wanted to think he didn’t understand why you would do something like this, why you would care, but he did. he’d done the same for you, time and time again on the road, if only to see you smile. he understood exactly why.
“‘preciate it,” he grunted, thankful that the darkness surrounding you kept his blush from being too obvious.
you hummed in acknowledgment, and daryl could your small smile growing out the corner of his eye.
four.
having sex in the prison was no easy feat, mostly due to the lack of privacy. a sheet could only provide so much, and even then it did nothing for the noise echoing constantly off the concrete walls.
as far as most were concerned, maggie and glenn had found the best spot early on, making the most unused watchtower their designated private retreat, but you and daryl knew otherwise.
deep in the tombs, which were no longer a threat as they had long since been cleared and sealed, there were a few tucked away offices that had sat empty even after the woodbury residents had been moved in. noise didn’t escape the tombs, and no one ever just wandered in, especially not in the middle of the night, so despite the cell that you and daryl shared, you both much preferred spending your more intimate moments here.
well, daryl did. you weren’t picky, and could be quiet when you really tried, but it made daryl more comfortable.
he’d like to think it was just because he was wary of any listening ears, especially with all the children roaming around, but he knew the truth of his resolve.
daryl had never been a selfish man, and certainly not after the world fell. everything he had, everything he was, he would give to his family in a heartbeat.
but this.. this was just for him.
your body arched beautifully under his, legs falling open to accommodate his weight settling against you. daryl’s hand left your heat, fingers dripping with wetness, to squeeze your hips, using them to guide you as your moved against him.
you were already bare, both of you having stripped each other of your clothes between heated kisses while you stumbled in the office. you hadn’t even made it to the double-stacked cot in the corner, daryl instead pushing you firmly down on the dusty desk and leaning in to mouth at your neck.
you moaned under him now, a breathy sigh of his name, and the sound sent a shiver down daryl’s spine.
“needy girl,” he grunted teasingly, reaching down to grasp his hardness. he dragged the head of his cock up your slit, collecting your wetness and smearing it over your clit.
your head knocked back against the desk and a loud groan burst out of your throat. your knees tried to close around daryl’s waist as if to keep him away, but you arms came up to wrap around him, pulling him closer to your body, and he leaned into you willingly.
your voice trembled when you spoke into his ear, want dripping from every syllable, “please, baby. need you inside me so bad.”
and god, daryl wanted to make you beg for it. he wanted to wait until he could see the desperation in your eyes and then wait some more, but he couldn’t. not when you looked so pretty spread out beneath him and your hands were petting over his shoulders and neck just how he liked. he almost thought you were doing it on purpose, but he knew better. this was just you.
you couldn’t stay off him when he was in you, always tugging at his hair or rubbing his chest, hands scrabbling for any skin you could reach. it used to send him reeling, flustered and blushing bright, but now he looked forward to it. he could feel the want in your touches like physical imprints of your affection.
daryl pushed into your slowly, groaning deep in his chest. your slick walls felt heavenly around him, but daryl was more focused on you right now.
soft whimpers fell from your lips as your hands drifted over his sweat slicked skin. daryl’s thrusts were slow but purposeful, and he ignored your legs squeezing around his waist, trying to urge him to speed up.
“relax, peach,” he soothed, hands drifting up and down your sides in pace with his thrusts, “i’ma take care of you.”
“kiss, please,” you whispered, voice floating past daryl’s ear. he would have missed it if you weren’t pressed together like this.
daryl would not describe himself as a selfish man. he might have had his moments in the past, but now, with the dead walking and a prison full of survivors to protect, it was virtually out of the question.
but as he leaned down to press his lips to yours, feeling your hands finally make their way up into his long strands, daryl thought that he might be a possessive man.
he’d sooner spread you out deep in the woods than have you where anyone could see you like this or hear the noises you make.
no, daryl thought, tongue sliding in your mouth to tangle with yours, this would always be just for him.
five.
daryl came into awareness slowly and then all at once. he startled, trying to sit up, but a searing pain made itself known in his abdomen. the pain clouded his senses, blooming out across his torso and down his limbs. he flops uselessly, feeling like the wind has been knocked out of him.
hearing bits of voices above him, daryl wills himself to focus. he’s hurt, obviously, and it’s pretty fucking bad, but he’ll have to suck it up and figure out a way home if he’s in bad company.
the voices start to filter in. the volume makes his temples throb in rhythm with his abdomen and his heart as the situation starts to force adrenaline through his body.
“—harder! put more pressure on it!”
daryl relaxes just a bit. that’s rick. frantic, angry, but rick all the same.
“what the fuck do you think i’m doing?!” the other voice, higher, snarls in response, “just drive the damn truck!”
and daryl feels his body try to relax all together. he would recognize your voice in his sleep, and this milky haze of pain is no different. he can feel your hands pressing a wad of something soft into his abdomen.
he can hear your panicked breaths and feel the way your fingers flex continuously against his skin. whatever’s wrong with him must be bad, and it definitely hurts like hell, but daryl takes comfort in the weight of your body against his. you won’t let anything happen to him if you can help it, you’d sworn that fiercely, and if you can’t help it then he doesn’t think anyone could have.
daryl can just barely make out the creaking of the gate being pulled open over the sound of rick laying on the horn.
as they pull in, the gravel of the path rocks the truck and daryl feels the ache in his abdomen bloom again, distracting him from his thoughts, but here, knowing he’s safe and back with his family, he allows himself to drift away.
—
this time, when daryl comes into awareness, the first thing he feels is fingers carding through his hair, tugging gently as if to untangle a couple of knots and snarls.
without even opening his eyes he knows it’s you. he can feel the heat of your body settled next to him and smell the soap you like to bathe with. daryl leans towards you, chasing the warmth of your hand against his skin.
the bandages on his stomach are wrapped tight, but it’s more annoying than anything and the pain has finally, thankfully, subsided to a dull ache. daryl stretches on the cot, trying to loosen him limbs from their inactivity, but what he focuses on is your fingers immediately pulling away.
“daryl?” your voice prods quietly, “you awake?”
he opens his eyes slowly, squinting at the sunlight that streams through the bars of the cell. the privacy sheet isn’t down, actually there’s no sheet at all, daryl notes as he looks out. he must be in one of the cells near hershel’s.
“‘m up,” he grumbles, a cough working its way out of his throat. before he can attempt to clear the dryness, you’re standing to grab a bottle of water off some boxes stacked nearby and pressing it into his hand.
your fingers linger against his wrist as you pull away, but you’re resuming your previous position anyway, in a chair brought right up to his bedside.
daryl hasn’t sat up yet, staring instead at you as one of your hands return to his hair and the other rubs down his arm.
a few quiet moments pass before you speak again, head bowed and voice a little choked, “we almost lost you. i almost lost you.”
“didn’t though,” daryl croaks. he feels your grip tighten on his arm and just knows. knows that you’ve been sitting right here every moment that you could since he went down. knows that you probably haven’t had your hands off him. knows you’ve spent the time, however long it’s been, agonizing over what went wrong and how to keep it from happening ever again. he knows.
“i didn’t,” you agree with a barely restrained sniffle. you refuse to allow the tears beading your waterline to fall, but daryl sees them all the same.
oddly, he feels that familiar warmth blossom in his chest. he hates to see you upset, but to see your love, your heart laid so bare for him? daryl thinks he can finally understand the depth of your affections.
plus one.
to anybody who knew what to look for, it was obvious that you and daryl were.. something.
you remembered when the woodbury residents had really began to settle in, how they began to whisper about ‘the hunter and his lady’.
it had confused you at first. the group knew, of course, nothing could be kept a secret from them for too long, but for strangers? it was odd, given that you weren’t very public with your affections.
regardless, with an entire prison to secure and almost triple the amount of people to provide for, it was nothing to think too hard about. there was always something that needed to be done or something bigger to think about. you couldn't afford to think about it now.
eventually, though, you ended up mentioning it to carol, and the older woman had laughed, a teasing edge to her smile as she considered you.
“i think it has less to do with you and more with him, if i’m being honest,” she said.
“more to do with.. daryl?” you said slowly, raising an incredulous eyebrow, “nah, no way.”
carol hummed, her smile turning knowing, “just watch. he’s more affectionate than he gives himself credit for.”
you’d left the conversation feeling like carol had no idea what she was talking about. later that evening, though, when you were sitting with the group for dinner and daryl was sliding a couple pieces of meat from his plate to yours despite your multiple protests, you understood.
your face must have been the textbook picture of a lightbulb going off because carol sent you a wink from across the table, lips twitching like she was hiding a laugh.
it wasn’t that the woodbury residents were over analyzing the very minimal physical affection that passed between you and daryl in a day, no. instead they were observing his quieter, more unconscious actions.
they saw the way that daryl always took care to come and find you before leaving for a run, even if it meant holding everyone up a little.
and how every so often they could find daryl sharpening a knife that was far too small for him to be wielding safely while you sat nearby, watching with a grateful smile.
and how whenever you were in the same room, you always had his eye. daryl had been adamant about keeping you within his sights while you were on the road, and the habit hadn’t left him just because you were behind walls now.
even now, months later, the newer additions to the prison were starting to catch on quicker and quicker.
they overheard daryl talking to glenn about taking your place on the run later today because you’d overdone it in the sun earlier and he wanted you to get some rest.
they saw you gush excitedly every time daryl brought you back any kind of gift, whether it be a pretty rock that he thought you’d like, or your favorite animal to cook into the stew.
they watched him watch the road every time you left for a run, regardless of who was with you, and also saw him come back to be the first to greet you when you returned if he could help it.
daryl was a quiet lover and a private man if you didn’t know what to look for, but if you did, you’d see that his affections ran just as deep as yours.
your thoughts brought a sleep smile to your face as you stretched out on the cot in your shared cell, waiting for daryl to shut off the lantern on your makeshift nightstand in the corner.
you could barely make him out in the dark, but the weight of him settling in next to you sent you right into his arms, your head pillowed on his chest while his arms came up to wrap around your back.
you tilted your head up to place a small kiss to the bottom of his jaw, mumbling a quiet, “love you.”
daryl’s arms tightened around you momentarily before loosening again. you felt him lean down to press a kiss to your hair in turn.
just over the steady thumping of his heart against your ear, you could hear him whisper back, “love you too.”
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basketball player kyle and cheerleader reader … 😨😨😨
I hate you for rigging it Dino 🖕🖕
Next time I’m not adding Kyle to any polls. I despise you, YOU FUCKINF BLOODHOUND (affectionate… somewhat)
Basketball player!Kyle x cheerleader!reader
• You probably got in cheerleading for him for the most part Tbh, not that Kyle knows. He keeps convincing himself it was to make your college application look good
• He definitely tries a lot harder when you’re there, I mean you and your team are doing all this for his team, might as well win right?
• Not to mention he feels like he has to be the best in everything he does. But honestly that more applies to academics
• Hot take, despite being built like basketball player he’s honestly not that good
• That man is a tall twig looking NERD with glasses and everything. He definitely tries though, and that counts doesn’t it?
• It takes Kyle a while to actually be good at playing because I don’t care what you hoes say, that man works!! He’s not just naturally good at everything he has FLAWS
• He put so much effort into it and it’s like, good for him!! Even if he did wanna give up a lot because he wasn’t immediately perfect at it
• You’re definitely thirsting over Kyle the entire game, and probably cheering extra loud for him
• I wouldn’t be surprised if he wore his glasses on the court and got distracted by you cheering for him one day, and accidentally broke his glasses
• Lesson learned, wear contacts 🙄
• Anyways, you’re totally simping over the sweaty nerd boy running on the court desperately trying to impress you. Spoiler alert, he does not. Somehow he wins your heart anyways?
• If you ask nicely, he’ll let you wear the varsity jacket he has for basketball because he honestly can’t really say no to you
• He’s honestly proud but horrendously embarrassed as you flaunt around his jacket
• I’m half sure it’s canon he’s a huge germaphobe and he’d rather get beat up by Cartman than give you his jersey right after a game, even if you beg
• He probably washes it at least twice before he even lets you touch it. He may be a very logical guy, but the germaphobe in him is stronger than any logic he has
• He’s somehow convinced that you would get sick if you wore his sweaty jersey, which honestly feels like nonsense but there’s just no reasoning with the guy when he’s being a germaphobe
• I feel like Kyle goes to the gym a lot, especially during off season and you probably end up tagging along
• Sometimes you exercise with him, sometimes you choose some random bench to fall asleep on because we all know he’d go to the gym at 5 in the morning
• He’s always trying to get you to play basketball too but sweetie, it really just ain’t in the cards. Mainly because you’re joking around and not really trying
• Internally, Kyle goes feral when he sees you in your cheer uniform. Well not JUST internally, def after his games too
I swear I wasn’t trying to insult him guys 😭😭
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Happy Halloween…🧡🖤🧡🖤
Notes: Special post for halloween 😍🤗 this is what the poll was for too btw. Not a continuation of my mini series either. Not proof read.
Content: Nerd!Armin x blk!fem reader, mentions of drinking and one sorta nsfw joke at the end
It’s halloween night and this time it wasn’t Eren throwing a party but Reiner. You didn’t like him that much but a party’s a party and it’s halloween!!
You decided on a vampire like fit since it was last minute. You were going with Mikasa and Eren who just decided to be thing one and thing two.
The party wasn’t far so the three of you decided to walk. Eren and Mikasa went to your house to pick you up so you alll could walk together.
“You’ll finally get to meet Armin!” Mikasa exclaimed as you three walked to the party.
From what you knew Armin was their 3rd friend before you and was realll nerdy now so he was often caught up with homework or studying. You went sure how Eren or Mikasa convinced him to put the book down for a party but you were a bit glad tbh. You really wanted to meet him especially since you had a thing for nerdy guys maybe he was cute…
It was obvious which house the party was behind held at. The music was so loud you could faintly hear it at your own house!
Once inside you, Eren and Mikasa push through a sea of dancing monsters, fake celebrities and other goofy dressed people. Eren got distracted somewhere in that sea but you and mikasa made it to a kitchen area. Mikasa yells she’s going to get a drink but you barely hear her so you just nod while still walking.
You weren’t really sure where to go or what to. You thought about getting a drink or two yourself but before you can finish that thought you bump into a slightly tall ghostface.
“Oh, sorry, my fault.” You say quickly looking at him.
He just stands there a bit and you were about to question it until Mikasa catches up to you.
“Im back- Oh hey Armin!”
Oh, so this was Armin?
He just waves and you both look at each other. Mikasa notices and tries to further introduce you two.
It’s still kinda awkward and also kinda hard to hear so Mikasa pulls you two outside where there were let people.
“Guys loosen up! It’s a party!” Mikasa exclaimed taking a sip from here drink. “Y’know what? You two just need a drink too, wait right here!”
And just like that she was off. You were starting to think she was an extreme lightweight.
“Soooo..” You said breaking the ice. “What made you not wanna nerd out tonight?”
Armin shrugged and looked down then away.
“What’s your major?” You ask.
He mutters something that has science at the end of it.
Smirking you say, “Can you take your mask off? I cant hear you..”
He slowly takes the mask off and you’re baffled.
He has the rosiest cheeks right now but he also had gorgeous blue eyes and soft looking lips. Also the curliest looking blonde hair. Adorable.
“Hey handsome..” You said playfully poking him. He just smiled and looked away.
Clearly he was shy but you found that cute as hell.
Mikasa comes back with two cups and hands them to you both.
“He’s so shy, Kasa..” You whisper in her ear.
“He’s just like that at first just give it time.” She says. “I’m gonna go dance and find Eren you two have fun out here ok?”
“Sureee..” You say sipping from the cup.
She runs off and you look back at the blushing blonde boy in front of you.
“Comeon, talk to me Min.” You say playfully.
His face reddens at the nickname and he says, “I like your costume..”
“Thankssss!” You twirl for him. “I liked yours too.”
He smiled.
The two of you talked outside for a bit longer. Armin finally started to open up more especially with the drink in his system. He even accidentally slipped he thought you were stunning and hot.
“Aw, thank you minniee!!” You say giddy.
He looks very embarrassed because of that but still smiles at your reaction.
“Hey, so i gotta go but…can i get your number?” Armin asks.
You smile big and quickly write your number on a candy wrapper and hand it to him saying, “Happy Halloween!”
He chuckled at this and turned to leave.
You were sad to see him go but once he did the party started dying down and here comes Mikasa again. This time Eren is with her.
“She partied too hard so times up, y/n.” Eren laughed.
“Nuh uh.” Mikasa says wobbling a bit.
You laughed and started walking with them. Eren asks about armin and how he missed him and you tell him he’s fine.
“He was dressed as ghost head!” Mikasa exclaimed.
“Ghostface.” You corrected.
“Well so was Connie and Marco.” Eren says. “I couldn’t tell who was who!”
Just then you get a buzz in your pocket from your phone. As Mikasa and Eren talk about party and read the text you got from and unknown sender.
- Hey, It’s Armin…
- I know vampires suck blood but i’d love to know if you’re down to suck something else ;)
You smile big at your phone as you demand an address. Did you just score a cute boy who happens to be intelligent as well??
Oh happy halloween to you….
#nerd armin#aot x black reader#aot armin#armin attack on titan#armin x reader#armin x black !fem reader#armin x y/n#nerd armin x black reader#nerd armin arlert#nerd alert#aot imagines#aot x female reader#aot x poc!reader#aot x reader#armin imagines#arminarlert#armin x black reader#x female reader#x fem!reader#x black reader#x black fem reader
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Mixed Feels Christmas
Aaaaa I’m speed running this as fast as I can cause I said to myself I should finish today, Saturday, before midnight. Anyways enjoy!
Summary; Headcanons/Oneshot on you and scaramouche spend time for Christmas <3
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╰┈┈➤ putting up the tree n decorating it will be chaotic to say, he would make comments saying, “This ornament is out of place’ You’re placing it the wrong way” etc etc. you get it? He would just move it and do it his way which sometimes annoys you but you let it happen cause you got the idea he was thinking of you guys doing.
╰┈┈➤ presents for each other would be chaotic too tbh, I believe he would do those prank presents where it’s a box inside a smaller box in another smaller box and it goes into a tiny box with a note saying “Ha, loser, you really think I would get you something?” But he does indeed give you a present he kept hidden to surprise you. Hey atleast it isnt something that was gonna attack you when you open the box!
╰┈┈➤ cooking with scaramouche is such a hassle cause his man will LITERALLY take whatever utensils you’re using and either use it to make whatever he is doing or to mess around with you, it’s always in between. You guys might try each other’s food on whatever you made and rate them/give opinions about them. He would say, “Try adding [random ingredient(s) here of you’re choice] then we’ll meet on cooking skills.”
╰┈┈➤ spending time with scaramouche during Christmas like watching movies, building pillow forts or just wrap yourself with blankets and drinking hot chocolate talking among each other is enough for scara to feel a warm, fuzzy, comforting feeling he hasn’t felt for a while. He enjoys you spending time with him today where most people are usually busy hanging out with friends or family, opening gifts and spending time together, but out of everything you could have done, you stayed and accompany him today. He always felt so lonely during holidays where people get to go with friends or family, having a good time, while he is just there hiding it as just a normal day with more annoying, distracting people this day. Please I want to hug him and make him hot chocolate now
╰┈┈➤ if you ever end up falling asleep on him on the shoulder, he would probably mumble a few words before making you more of a comfortable position and wrap more of the blanket around you guys and enjoy the rest of the movie until he also fell asleep with his head on top of yours in his shoulder <3
Mistletoe!
╰┈┈➤ I believe the only time you would ever encounter being under a mistletoe with scara is when your out getting supplies for the rest of the week, the rest for dinner, or just going out to eat. And it was super crowded that you practically had to squeeze near each other not to bump to other people, you suggested a small street that seemed far less crowded, just the regular amount of people walking on streets to streets, and he agreed so you both went to that path. But little did you know half way near when you were approaching the corner, a poll with a mistletoe under you both walked under, unnoticed, caught on the corner of both of your eyes when it was too late to continue waking you both were under it. Scaramouche turned to look at you, he cupped your face with his hands and gave a look of asking for permission to kiss you. You smiled and nodded gently, ensuring him he may. As that, he slowly leaned in and kissed you <3
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#scaramouche x y/n#genshin scaramouche#scaramouche x reader#scara x reader#wanderer#genshin impact#headcanon#christmas#fluff#genshin wanderer#genshin impact x reader#genshin fanfic
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"Status report..."
"Donatello," Janeway's voice rings out from his communicator. "Mr. Hamato, do you hear me? Status report?" Donnie taps his combadge.
"Well, Captain, a library has spawned from nothing." Okay he really should have addressed this earlier, especially considering how everyone else seemed to be gravitating towards it, but in all fairness to him he's been a little distracted since he got here.
"A library?" Captain Janeway inquired. Donnie, entranced, stared up at the structure that had been written into existence. He started forward. "Donatello list-- I want you t--o wait for T--ok and Sam. Do not --- I repeat --- enter alone---"
The sound from his communicator cut off abruptly as he crossed the threshold. Donnie tapped the combadge several times only to be met with an aborted beep. He huffed out through his nose. Silence in the library, I guess. he thought to himself. Welp, onwards and upwards.
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"Scans confirm this as his last known location," Tuvok states. Sam puts her hands on her hips and sighs through her nose.
"I should've guessed. And scans and comms don't work inside the library?"
"It would appear not."
"Then I guess we're doing this the old fashioned way."
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well if it isn't some extremely late propaganda for the @tmntstorycomp (the beginning of finals season- among other things- and all that jazz lol)
is the poll ending in ohh *checks invisible watch* about nine-ish hours at the time I'm writing this? Yeah. But I didn't want to let it pass by without acknowledging the theme at all. I don't think Donnie and the Voyager fam will be winning this one (shout out to @haro0o 's AU, I think it's really cool & unique and I really like the art you've done for it) tbh I was just excited for my first comp no matter what happened. Live long and prosper <3
#tmnt story comp#tmnt competition#tmnt propaganda#set a course for home#rottmnt donnie#star trek voyager#rottmnt#black and brown fur au#tmntstorycomp
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ROUND 3 / SIDE A / POLL 2
Merle Rouge (@vamp-galactica) v. Vishnya Vanil Kola (@voidgearrr)
Merle Rouge:
q. What is your WoL name and pronouns?
a. Merle Rouge, She/Her
q. What is your WoL's species?
a. Roegadyn
q. What is your WoL's class? Or classes?
a. Warrior
q. What data centre/server are you on, if you want people to find you?
a. Famfrit
q. Tell us a bit about your WoL!
a. Merle lived in a small fishing village on an island just a little ways off the coast of La Noscea, but had never gone to the mainland! Her father abandoned her and her mother to go be on the sea, and washed up on shore years later. Merle decided to rebuild his ship with the piece of wood he washed up with and take her mother sailing, but she died of old age before they could set off. She took her mothers ashes with her and set off, running a fishing company off the boat for a while. Then, one morning, she docked in La Noscea only to be approached by a representative from the adventurers guild. Needing a distraction from her woes, she decided to sign up, and found a whole new joy in her journeys.
She’s a bright and merry woman with a big heart who fights with all her emotions, never holding anything back. The people she’s met on her travels are like family to her, even the ones she’s only met once. When all the world is your family, you’re never alone, after all! Even through the hardships, she has never considered being the hero a burden- it’s a duty she takes on for the world she loves. She likes to fish, cook, and dance, and considers Ishgard her home despite being a bit of a fish out of water there.
As part of her blessing from Hydaelyn, when her warrior spirit is amped up and she’s feeling the heat of battle, her clothing and armor will turn a bright shimmery blue!
q. Why should YOU win? (Answer IC!)
a. “There’s so much of me t’love! Seven feet n’ three inches, in fact! WAHAHAHA! I also make a real mean coconut cod n’ I made an Ishgardian tailor rich with all the custom sized dresses I needed!”
Vishnya Vanil Kola:
q. What is your WoL name and pronouns?
a. Vishnya Vanil Kola (he/him) (Legally it’s Vishnya Ymir but he will say its VVK)
q. What is your WoL's species?
a. Viera
q. What is your WoL's class? Or classes?
a. Paladin (Additional note from submitter: Gunbreaker)
q. What data centre/server are you on, if you want people to find you?
a. Europe-Alpha
q. Tell us a bit about your WoL!
a. Vishnya is just a funny guy tbh. He left home to go do whatever he wanted, and is incredibly touch starved due to not getting much affection as a child. Vish accidentally got tangled up in being a hero and whatnot, but he’s handling it pretty well! Also got hit in the eye by magic and is blind in it (the purple one!!) Big found family advocate, and calls all his Miqo’te friends (and also Thancred) “mi gatito” (he’s sposed to be russian+icelandic but shhh). He enjoys literally any and all affection, and will fold like a wet noodle. He enjoys being a hero because he’s able to cheer on other adventurers, and the adrenaline rush is fun overall.
Also gives superb hugs (muscle + slight squishiness combo), & is a short king himbo that’s got a lot of self confidence <3
q. Why should YOU win? (Answer IC!)
a. Uhm…I think everyone should win, BUT I should win because I’m awesome and strong and really really good at making friends!
q. Anything else you wanna add?
a. Vishnya Vanil Kola literally translates to Cherry Vanilla Cola, his hair reminds me of it :)
ALSO my design of Vishnya is much more bunny that canon Viera but i dont have a decent fullbody kdkfkfns
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Alright, getting my propaganda for the next round of @yellowcharactershowdown out now even tho the polls aren’t out yet, cause I really need to go to bed now. So tired, still a bit sick, and got an early morning tomorrow. Anyways, I’m so happy to see the bracket is up and running again! 💛💛💛 (seriously tho how can a glitch like that even happen)
That tumblr glitch gave me more time to figure out who to vote in the upcoming Korosensei vs. Hikaru poll (these are two of my main fandoms, just fyi.) So that’s a match-up I didn't want to see… (and tumblr dutifully obliged and shut down the entire blog just to spare me, so, huh, very thoughtful of tumblr I guess....)
Anyway, the decision wasn’t that hard at all, in the end.
Here’s why you should vote Hikaru too! ^^
If Hikaru went to Kunugigaoka, he would absolutely end up in the E class. No question about it, with his grades, and playing go all the time surely won’t help. And what is the mission of the E class students? To kill their teacher. This is what Korosensei actually wants! Of course, he wouldn’t make it easy, but he would still be rooting for Hikaru.
So, please give Hikaru a vote and help him kill his teacher! (…in this non-existent crossover, that is…)
(tbh, I doubt that Hikaru would ever get into Kunugigaoka in the first place, with his grades… >_> but let’s ignore that. If he did, he’d surely go to E class for his third year…… and I just realized something, this works so well with the canon! So, Hikaru goes to Kunugigaoka for junior high, somehow, dunno, just barely getting in. He’s not doing too well and it seems quite sure he’ll yet end up in 3E. But then he starts playing go for real and turns out to be something of a prodigy. As he becomes a professional player during the second year the school decides to ignore his lacking academic skills, cause honestly, having such a promising young pro in the school certainly pleases the principal. But then… one month or so into the third year (in May, you know…) for some mysterious reason, Hikaru stops playing altogether. He offers no explanations, no nothing, and in the end he is sent to the E class, partly as an attempt to shake him out of it – not that it works. And that is, of course, just the beginning of this story, which is about coming to terms with a heartbreak and ending in another heartbreak and which I am not going to write dammit, the last thing I need rn is another wip that’s such a random crossover that barely anyone will read it, brain, please stop XD)
…I’m sorry, I got distracted, please vote for Hikaru once the polls are out? ^^;;
#propaganda#yellowcharactershowdown#fics that will never be#and I mean it#someone shoot these plotbunnies#hikaru no go#shindou hikaru
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hi What was the 2rd book in your book poll titled?
Hi! Sorry I forgot to answer this when I was home but I'll answer now. It got a little out of hand, oops. Here's a link for the poll being referenced right now.
The first book was What the Eyes Don't See by Mona Hanna-Attisha. It's the story about how Dr. Mona, alongside other researchers and community members, discovered that people living in Flint, MI were being exposed to high levels of lead in tap water. The books says it's "paced like a scientific thriller" and tbh I might read it next because I'm very interested. I work in lead poisoning prevention (with a side of environmental justice) professionally, so it's of specific interest to me.
The second book, the one you originally asked about, is The Ends of the World by Peter Brannen. It's a "vivid tour of Earth's big five mass extinctions, the past world's lost with each, and what they all can tell us about our not-too-distanr future." It is also "part road trip, part history, and part cautionary tale."
ALSO. HELP. I just realized that this is the same author who wrote one of my favorite articles that I read in my upper level historical geography class about climate history. I knew his name looked familiar!! In that case, I'm sure this book will be amazing because I cannot stress enough that I think about that Atlantic article literally all the time. It's one of the first things my mind brings up on the subject of climate change.
The 3rd book on the poll was How To Astronaut: An Insider's Guide to Leaving Planet Earth by Terry Virts. Terry is an astronaut who spent 200 days as the commander of the International Space Station. This book has 51 short chapters, separated in the table of contents in neat little sections by subject, about space related things. I need to admit right now I bought the book when I was writing on IBW because I was like ooooh I'm doing spaceship stuff!!!
I don't doubt there's science in this book of course, but the reason I called it more of a silly-fun read is because I anticipate it can mostly be read via whichever chapters interest you most and is definitely written for a general audience who're interested in such questions as "how to astronauts pee" LOL. I just don't think it will be as technical as some of the other books on my shelf, which is frankly very nice (for someone trying to coax herself into reading "real" books more often.)
The fourth book is Echo by Thomas Olde Heuvelt. I'm still going to give this book a try because it sounds SO interesting. I just started reading it immediately after I bought it and was pretty annoyed in the first 35 ish pages. It's like an eldritch supernatural survival horror novel. Talks about "a thrilling descent into madness and obsession as one man confronts nature--and something even more ancient and evil answers back." Some of the back book jacket quotes say things like "Can a place be evil?" and "the dread of something monstrous wearing the face of someone you love."
Basically, if you like spooky wilderness things (are you a fan of the SAR nosleep stories on reddit, perhaps? [location] gothic posts on tumblr?), and the "came back wrong" trope, it seems like the perfect book. I just found the first POV character to be annoyingly shallow 😭 but like he probably grows as a person over the course of the book and/or dies at the end so I should just keep going
The winner of the poll was Last Chance to See by Douglas Adams and Mark Carwardine, since I had already read half of it starting last year and just inexplicably stopped for no reason, as one does when one gets distracted. I started rereading it since last week's poll and probably only lack 40 pages now. The book is about a series of trips they went on (mostly between 1988-1989) to look for endangered species. All the trips were recorded for BBC Radio at the time, and Douglas Adams tagged along to write this book.
It is, like every work by Douglas Adams, a very fun and witty read. The saddest part, which I mentioned in a previous post, is that the book was published in 1990 and some of the species he writes about are now extinct (or functionally so) in 2023. So that's a bit of a bummer to an otherwise fantastic read.
The final book from the poll is The Downstairs Girl by Stacey Lee. It's a historical YA social drama that I think I bought a year or two ago? It’s about 17 y/o Jo Kaun who works as a lady's maid to a wealthy family in the Old South. She starts a newspaper advice column under a pseudonym, becomes wildly popular, and starts to get backlash as she uses her column to challenge social norms about race and gender.
Books I Read Already:
Now, for a few more book notes because I'm having fun LOL. The book I just finished was Fire Season by Philip Connors:
I ran across this book in Half Price Books around January of this year, and immediately recognized Philip Connor's name on the spine because of previous research for Firewatch AU. I had been specifically looking for literature or poetry about fire lookouts, which led me to his website where I read the first chapter of this (it also led me to Gary Snyder.) So when I went to the environmental science section of the store, I saw this and out loud said, "Philip Connors! I know who you are!" and bought the book. So yes, I've spent actual money on researching this fanfic xD
It's a really cool book. It drips with beautiful description and is packed with the history of the land, the US Forest Service, and fire lookouts as a whole. I realized after I finished that I've probably been subconsciously modeling my writing style for descriptions in my fanfic based on Connors' writing! Also, the references section of this book is going to actively Make Me Worse, because Connors introduced me to much more writers and literature about wildland fire. I'm interested in Young Men and Fire by Norman Maclean, Mountains of Memory: A Fire Lookout's Life in the River of No Return Wilderness by Don Scheese, Black Sun by Edward Abbey, multiple works by Jack Kerouac, and Poets on the Peaks by John Suiter as a result now.
I really recommend Strange Beasts of China by Yan Ge, translated by Jeremy Tiang. I read this last year and enjoyed it a lot. It was originally published in Chinese in 2006, and published in English in 2020. It's a magical realism fantasy book about an amateur cryptozoologist (and romance writer!) who is tracking down the "beasts" in her world to write about. Each chapter is about a different one, and each chapter draws her deeper into a mystery "that threatens her very sense of self." Whatever your mental picture if a beast is, this book is probably very different. I don't really know how to describe them either, you just need to read it.
I read this book completely in two sittings and found it very interesting. I also have to confess I bought it specifically because it hinged on the same philosophical concepts that I was obsessed with when I wrote my fanfic How to Be a Human Being--what does it mean to be human? what does it mean to not be a human? does it matter? how does personal identity intersect? The book describes itself as "part detective story, part psychological enquiry" and "explores existential questions of identity, humanity, love, and morality."
Cold Storage by David Koepp is the first audiobook I listened to when I got the Libby app. I HIGHLY recommend it, I loved this book. It's a sci-fi thriller about a highly mutative and highly deadly fungus that takes over people's brains and controls them. Think the zombie-ant fungus. A sample was thrown in, ahem, cold storage, by the US government in the 80s after it was discovered, but was forgotten about because only two people on the planet ever actually lived to see how dangerous it was. The underground vault was eventually sold in later years to a storage company and it has sat undisturbed for decades until now--when it's escaping. Most of the book takes place over the course of a day as two unwitting storage company night shift workers go to investigate an alarm going off deep underground, and the retired bioterror operative tries to respond to the threat as fast as he can. Be aware of body horror and gore in this book!
It's being made into a movie, and I'm pretty excited! I imagine the production has been completely halted by the strike, however. Well, it's in post-production so maybe there is a chance. I hope it gets delayed if it needs to be though for solidarity with the strikers. They cast Joe Keery as one of the main characters and I think it's flawless casting. However, I'm a bit annoyed they cast Liam Neeson for another main character though because like....that guy was NOT white in the book??? Also they said they started filming in Rome, Italy, which is sooooo???? No part of the book takes place in any location similar to that. So I'm stuck between thinking it will be fantastic because of the casting of Keery and highly worried by these other details.
I also read Aurora by David Koepp via audiobook, but I'm not gonna lie I really did not enjoy that one. I feel like Koepp made some very bizarre pacing decisions, mostly ignored all of the most interesting elements of his plot, and failed to make me care about any character which therefore made the ending fall flat. Most of the negative Goodreads reviews share my same thoughts...soooo sorry Koepp! Loved ur other work though <3 and your work with the Jurassic Park movie script <3
Other books on my list/currently reading:
-I'm currently listening to the audiobook for Dark Matter by Blake Crouch. I really love it so far. If you're into alternate universes, this is for you. It's also a sci-fi thriller. Shortest blurb I could use to explain it is: what if you were just minding your own business and your alternative universe self kidnapped you and forced you to switch places with him? Be aware of strong themes of unreality in this book.
-Dune by Frank Herbert is also on my list because I wanted to be stubborn and read the book before ever seeing the movie. Folks this one might take a hot second to force myself to read...but I own it and it's on my shelf.
-Losing Earth: The Decade We Could Have Stopped Climate Change by Nathaniel Rich is also on my shelf, unread. This book was originally a long piece published in the New York Times. Frankly, the reason I did not include it in the original poll is that it seems like a bummer of a read 😭 like I am VERY interested in environmental science (duh) and this book will be very informative but frankly I probably need to have a specific mindset to start this on
There's a few more books on my shelf, such as a fantasy travel guide, an astrophysics book I received as part of a high school science team, a YA novel set in space, Silent Spring by Rachel Carson, or a Bill Bryson book my mom gave me about Australia, but that's probably a good enough place to end this for now.
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How do you do to deal with internet hate, it looks like you had some issues with it in the past and some toxicity
.. I never thought it would happen in such a niche corner of tumblr with rugby but here we are I am receiving hate so tell me how did you managed ?
Thats a very tough question, cause everyone reacts differently.
I will tell ya a little story about my past. More than a decade ago, when i was part of a gaming community, Id lean into the drama. I was young, stupid and fucking depressed. So it was a distraction. Inside the community, it got worse and worse, people stabbing their friends in the back, making fun of them on youtube and shit. I basically didnt trust anyone anymore. Even got myself an online stalker that made fake profiles of me and shit. At that point, I turned away from this game and that attitude towards drama.
I didnt think it was fun anymore, quite the opposite. Then on here, when something happened, for example in the f1 space, Id always try to be the mediator. The man in the middle to help each other understand one another. I stopped about two years ago cause its nonsensical. People wont listen cause theyre so stubborn in what they believe is the right answer.
It got even worse when Id get hate anons nearly every week due to my favorite drivers. Id try to talk to them, throughout my whole online life tbh.
But the best advice I can give you, if you receive hate anons or messages, block them. People who post something shitty and it triggers you? Block them. You dont like someones blog name? Block them.
Youre not obligated to post their toxicity. Youre not to entertain them with your ressonable replies. Its simple as that.
Ignore, block and move on. Believe me. Its so much better. Drama can happen in any community, sadly, and some people, are so into it, they forget there are people on the other side.
For example, making polls about how they wish a driver would die,or post how theyd kill him in graphic detail. Or posting hateful shit in the driver tags. Smh. Those people have issues, and these are not yours to burden yourself with.
Its in your hands to make the best of your online experience, and even if you consider that person posting shit a friend/mutual, you need to do what feels right.
Sadly. No one will make it easier for you, but as a community, the "good" people need to stay together, and have fun.
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just thinking out loud under the cut. feel free to chime in if you feel like it.
im finally back to working on chapter 3 of Flame. i'm sorry i've been so slow lately, shit just kinda been out of hand. even once we got over the stress of moving, we're still dealing with my husband's accident.
we only just found out that the maximum settlement we could get is just... not enough, and his surgery is tomorrow. thankfully the medical bills should be covered in full, but not all of the money we're going to miss while he's recovering out of work.
i really want to work on my books but tbh these little stories are keeping me sane rn. and honestly thank fuck im finally on meds that work bc i would not be able to keep up if my fibro wasn't being handled.
ah fuck and i still have the they/them dick nagas sitting in my wip folder. i just got distracted by bratty moth boy.
i also really want to open up my commissions again (and will probably have to if i can't get a job/my husband can't keep up with the little one while he's healing long-term for me to get a job) but i might have to do something where i have more free reign on the plot/characters just to keep me from stressing too hard over it.
the person i had to cancel on will still get their story if they're still able to and interested in commissioning me, but after that i think i'll do something like reader fics where you pick a pov, kink, monster, and word minimum and then you get what you get.
idk. i'd need to think about it. maybe make a new google form. or, y'know not be adhd about it and just let people tell me what they want in plain text in my DMs or email. maybe i'll make a poll to gauge interest.
sorry, this is all just stream of consciousness. i just needed to get it out somewhere.
#thinking out loud#vent#kinda#not really venting but talking about some stressful stuff so tagging it like that to be safe
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Please do more of the writing head canons. It’s really interesting to see other people’s ideas on the topic, so if you can be bothered, I would highly appreciate more, thanks bye <3
Y’all don’t know how happy I am to talk about these headcanons, they are my babies and I love them so much :’) thanks for asking g <3
Handwriting Headcanons
Same dynamic as before, try to guess whose handwriting it is before reading and tell me how many you got right! <3
You can find the first post here (no need to check it tho)
Quick disclaimer: halfway through making my initial notes, I remembered I had one (1) single lesson of graphology in my applied linguistics class, but that was a year ago and some information might be off. I just thought it was neat to include.
Another quick disclaimer: I don’t know much about Hylian, but I like to think it has a similar stroke system to Japanese, so the pressure and accuracy of your strokes play a major role in your handwriting (among other things, ofc.) so there are some parts where I focus more on that
(First Row, from left to right)
Sky
Our first boy is mother hen! Believe it or not, he has the prettiest handwriting out of all of them! Sky: probably has nice, even elegant handwriting because Sun forced him to practice when they were little. In the end, that paid off because his handwriting is the prettiest one. There’s no pressure, but he is confident in what he writes that his lines aren’t thin. Mistakes? what is that? this boy has impeccable grammar and spelling. No mechanic errors to be found in his letters!
I’d like to think that many of Hyrule’s classic/staple poems were originally written by the firt king aka sky child. Like, imagine, after a retiring from being a Person of Power (as the first ruler), Sky finds comfort in the arts: revisits his old woodcarvings and starts writing poetry about the world he still doesn’t fully understand. wowie. tldr: sky writes poetry and you can pry it from my cold dead hands.
This is what one of his letters would look like:
Next one is the one and only, our Hero of Time
2. Time
I’ll die on the “Time didn’t know how to read and write” hill. His handwriting is simple, not pretty but not messy. It has some grammar and spelling mistakes here and there. Can become unreadable if writing in a hurry, he sorts of forgets spaces between words are a thing/letters have different sizes and lowercase letters end up the same size as capital letters. I’m not saying he sometimes forgets to write articles: he just doesn’t want to. Honestly, he just has this dad-neat handwriting. He is a gentle dad and writes like a dad, if he puts too much pressure onto the paper, his handwriting become too sharp/angle-ish and ends up looking ugly. And as much as he would like to not care about it, in the end he does (:
Malon taught him how to write and it was quite the experience. At first he didn’t want to because he was ‘too old’ to learn and it was torture at first, but now look at him devouring his cowboy novels.
A chunk of his handwriting:
*sniff* such a dad quote.
3. my mansss, your 4x1 deal at Target: Four
Look, my boy is patient! He could do some nice and fancy lettering if he wanted to. He was taught that handwriting and spelling said a whole lot about him as a person, you know, like a first impression kinda thing; so he always proof reads more than twice before sending a letter. Super rare grammar mistakes.
The faster he writes, the more slant his writing becomes. Under stress/ when not sure how to write things down, run-on sentences are everywhere and his handwriting is inconsistent in general (I don’t headcanon each part of him having completely different handwriting because handwriting becomes muscle memory over time. It’s just slightly different variations of the same, like idk Vio’s handwriting is neater than Green’s and Red writes hearts instead of any dot/circle and no, I do not take constructive criticism on that, jk i do.) Adding on to each of the colours’ handwriting, I’d think Red and Green write with words slanted to the right( inclined), Vio is a mix of the opposite, so reclined and straight, and my mans blue a true neutral writes straight (kinda like Time’s).
The logic behind this is that inclined writing supposedly means honesty and need for giving (and getting) affection; reclined means, as you can probably imagine, defensiveness and repression of true feelings, but also shows great concentration; straight handwriting means self-control, observation and reflection as well as distrust and indifference. But as complete being (tm), Four just writes as in the image example which is not too straight and not too inclined, and I believe that’s a good middle for him
HOWEVER, if I’m feeling in the mood for crack, I totally accept this boy to have the ugliest, chicken scratches-looking handwriting! :’D It’s just funny to think that someone like him, who has to be precise and careful in his work, can't write neatly to save his life.
One of his letters would look like this:
Also I just LOVE how his hero titles look in this font ksksks
and that’s
(Middle row, from left to right)
4.- Mister Bunny Boy - Legend
His uncle taught him how to write. I’d call his handwriting pretty and neat at a first glance, but he presses too hard on the paper, most of the time staining the back or the following page. Sometimes will retrace some words if he doesn’t like how it looks (which only makes it messier). According to my notes, a thick or strong handwriting represents determination/commitment.
As I also headcanon him to know many languages, mechanical errors are more present than grammar ones; that is, weird capitalisation of words. Punctuation is somewhere in between; uses too many commas when he should just cut the sentence. he mixes punctuation from two languages or more in writing when too distracted (or too focused, because, well, pressure.); when he writes for himself, he has almost no problem following said language’s punctuation rules. Also, this is just polyglot culture, and I’m projecting a bit, but when he forgets a word in the language he’s writing, he just replaces it with its equivalent in another language because we don’t care about fluency, but rather functionality. in this household (more on that in my language hc, ksksks).
An example of his writing:
so powerful
4.- Mr. Wolfman, howl me a song - Twilight
I don’t have much for him because 1) I don’t think he writes a lot and 2) he is a hands-on/visual learner, I’ll die by that. He only learnt how to write because Ulli insisted it was important and he was not about to disrespect his momma; he IS That Guy, but doesn’t really write enough to have neat handwriting.
Many people seem to overlook the fact that his house is filled with books and write him as completely illiterate (which if not explored properly, ends up feeling a bit disrespectful and full of prejudice, but go off I guess; and that’s on my core Headcanons for Twi); however, he sticks to simple sentences. Knowing how to read and understanding a text is different from knowing how to write them. Like, when we would see a semicolon and understand its position in the text, but didn’t understand the nature of it. Is this clear? idk i’m sorry. So yeah, boy reads a lot, writes very little.
As for his Actual Handwriting, as opposed to Legend, his handwriting is thiccc but not because he presses into the paper; he is just that messy, he has no sense of ink-flow-control, he does what he can with what he has. To the untrained eye, his handwriting illegible letters like v, n, u are very similar; when he makes notes for himself he does it in the form of doodles or small ‘icons’. But! He reads a lot, so he rarely makes spelling mistakes (: he is your go-to guy when you don’t know how to write a word.
An example of his writing:
He keeps a journal, sue me.
3. My first born- Warrior
Okay, first off... I accept this is completely biased. I saw the idea and said “That’s True”. If you haven’t, please read Effective Communication; or The Lack of Thereof by htruona, a fic where the boys reflect on the language barriers between them. It’s incredibly funny and probably what made me start making these silly notes. So, if you’ve read that fic, you know where I’m going.
My man, Warrior, can’t fucking write. I mean, he physically can, but it’s very bad. Here’s the reason for it, tho, and it’s not his fault: Technically, he knew how to write alright but he joined the military and whatever note he had to write had to be concise or in the worst case coded. He mixes capital and lowercase letters. If we consider that he joined the military at around 15, his handwriting and grammar had yet to continue developing. Just think about how after summer break, your handwriting was always slightly worse than before because you didn’t write for an entire month. Now think what 2 years can do to that. Hmm, not cool, dude. He makes quick notes, when writing he’s all gotta go fast. he is the lighting mcqueen of writing; good for emergency messages, not ideal for love letters. His punctuation also suffered a lot, he only know full stops and commas and hardly uses them. A sentence for him is either one word or fifty without a single comma, no inbetween.
His hero title and an example of his writing.
(Bottom row, or what I like to call “fuck cursive” row)
7.- Magic man - Hyrule
I’m basic and I do agree with the popular headcanon of he not knowing how to write because well, y’all know his Hyrule. He only knows how to write his name because that’s important, same with numbers. I don’t see why would he write/read except checking the roadsigns. (he can even use this as an excuse for getting lost frequently; he thought it said something different.) But I do think that because his habitual reading consists of roadsigns, his ‘punctuation’ is weird af and places full stops/points/periods at the same level of his words and his commas/question/exclamation marks below them. Yk, creative license. Sadly, I don’t have much about my magic hands man so here’s what his writing would look like if he actually wrote a paragraph:
Man, I love Hyrule.
8.- Man, I don’t understand this boy - Wild
Cursive? ain’t nobody have the time for that. He woke up and had to save the world in his underwear while not knowing how to read nor write. He learnt during his journey and was taught by multiple people from different regions, that explains his inconsistent spelling of things and names for them. So Wild knows language variations for many items and uses them interchangeably (even if they aren’t exactly the same). Another headcanon related to writing/language skills that I’ve been thinking about is that if the shrine was able to cause amnesia, I’m sure there were other areas in the brain affected which leads us to language disorders such as agraphia and aphasia. But that’s a story for another day ksksksk
An example of his writing (after relearning)
9.- The best of sons - Wind
I don’t have much for him and that makes me sad. Look, he’s a kid, doing kid things like stabbing dudes on the head. This boy was taught cursive by his grandma, but could never do it and no one needs it anyway. His handwriting is good enough for his pirate life, Tetra is the one to handle Official stuff, he just gotta sign. Spelling and grammar mistakes abound. He is still relatively young and can correct his handwriting if he desires. But same as Wild, with how many times he’s been thrown out and hit his head, I’m starting to consider some language disorder for him as well.
An example of his writing:
aaand that’s it.
Thanks, y’all for showing interest in this silly thing uwu it was fun to finally talk about this. If you ever want to discuss ideas/headcanons(especially if they are related to language and culture), I’m your person (: I’m always happy to hear new headcanons. Feel free to add anything to this post either in a reply or in a reblog, I’d love to hear from y’all <3<3
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Hi💕So, I just wanted to say that I’m so very thankful of everyone here 🥺 The little that I’ve interacted with people, read the bits and fanfics people write, and reblog or like the posts people make, have actually helped me out a ton and have helped distract me in times where it is very much needed.
Trying not to extend myself that much; this Sunday we have presidential elections here in Chile, and there is a high chance that our next president will be an alt right/far right candidate, a man that defends to this day the state terrorism committed in the 70s and 80s dictatorship (his family being complicit of the dictatorship crimes, with direct links to the forced disappearances, torturing and extermination of farm workers in the local community of Paine, just to name an example). This man is so dangerous: Classist, sexist, racist, xenophobic, neoliberalist and so much more, and to be honest it’s so scary where this have been headed, just in the last months hate crimes against LGBTQIA+ people have increased rapidly and I myself have witnessed neonazis chant their stupid beliefs in broad daylight like it’s nothing. Tbh, it is such a weird change in the political scenario, considering the popular uprising of 2019 and it kinda surprised me the this man got the majority of the votes in the first electoral round, so it’s safe to safe that a lot of crying has been happening and so so much fear. I just am hoping that this last month our other candidate, has managed to capture the votes necessary for his win.
I’ll stop writing now cause I gotta be awake at 6 to go to my voting poll early cause I’m volunteering to defend the votes of the other candidate. So, I guess, yeah, thank you a lot for the distraction when this was literally all that I could think about somedays. Wish us good luck to not have this awful person as our next president cause the amount of harm him being in that position can cause is immense.
#personal#political#thank yo so much#and sorry for my rant i just am feeling a lot tonight#idk if i should tw but just in case:#tw: state terrorism#tw: lgbtphobia#sorry for the long post#feels kinda weird posting this but just wanted so say how much i appreciate you all#also excuse me if some things are not very well written
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BTS fic poll | Version 2
Important!Okay so i decided to make another poll, this time it's going to be about one shot. I have a lot of ideas - as you probably have already seen, but i know there are a lot of people that prefer one shots, or one shots series then a whole big fan fiction with chapters that leave you unsatisfied with the suddenly ending plot. Also im still thinking of taking requests so if a lot of people would be interested I could do some kind of post where everything would be described with rules.
Anyway down there im gonna write some of my ideas that were firstly were normal fics ideas that could be one shot or one shots series - with drabbles to them.
You yourself can decide if you prefer it as a one shot or a normal fanfic with chapters +decide which one i should start first (ou can send me ask with your choices or comment )
Ps. All of those fics will have smut in it
Incredible creation | Taehyung (ft. Jungkook)
Greek God au, yandere au, age gap au, slightly incest (they are grek gods you know what crazy shit there is, Zeus do be wildin)
Short summary.
Apollo the God of beauty is sended to earth to get rid of a human that is suppose to be more beautiful than goddess itself. However what if Apollo falls in love with his own creation, gaining an obsession.
Just Us | Jungkook
werewolf au, aplha au, mates au, humanxwerewolf, yandere or not, maybe
(tbh I'm thinking about this more as a series with super long chapters but only a few of them, because there will be heavy plot)
short summary
You lived as an only human in a pack of wolves, knowing that as an alpha daughter you brung only shame. Beaten, degraded daily you accepted that you were worth nothing more than a piece of dirt, so when the strongest alpha announces his visit, you can do nothing but hide in your room. But what happens when you see an opportunity to start a new life, to leave this place while people are distracted - sadly the plan did not go as you wanted, but maybe that's better and the mysterious alfa will show you how much you mean.
Don’t know what to do | Min Yoongi
stalker au, stockholm syndrome au, kidnapping au, age gap au
(I took a little bit of inspiration from the manga”Sachi-iro no One room” but the plot is going to be different.
short summary:
Knowing that getting kidnapped than being abused everyday, you go with a masked man, agreeing with staying in a room while getting taken care of by him. And maybe just maybe, the silent boy is not as scary as he seems.
Love Lies | Kim Taehyung
CEO au, Prostitution au, Hostess au, soft yandere au
short summary:
Making a decision about selling your body was definitely something you did not think you would have ever done. However knowing that fees won’t just disappear you decide to take your friends' offer, and try in this industry. Oh how wrong you were thinking that this job was going to be easy, not when your client is Kim Taehyung, who just loves to lie.
Write to me | Park Jimin
angst, school au, suicide themes, texting (writing on a school deskt)
short summary:
You were tired, just tired, not only from living but existing, you started to count - second, days, weeks, hoping that maybe someone will save you. So you tried scribbling on an old school desk, you wrote the message with a mind that no one would see it. What if this one boy does, what if he is the first one to see you. But what if he will be too late to save you?
Artificial love | Jeon Jungkook
android au, social anxiety themes, angst, fluff
short summary:
So what if your only friend left, and so what if you yourself know that without him you won’t leave your apartment. Crying over your friends departure you suddenly see funny commercial - thinking its only a stupid game where you make your perfect bboyfriend, you give it a try. Oh how wrong you were, when a big box is delivered right outside your doorstep, and an overprotective android that is programmed to baby you is waiting just inside it, you can’t believe it you just got a whole artificial boyfriend for your awkward ass.
Sea’s Secrets | Jeon Jungkook
Pirate au, slavery au, yandere au, blood and gore
short summary:
You were just a little girl when a pirate invaded your small village, seeking revenge from your father who was a proud captain of your kingdom. Being one of the people who survived your life turned upside down, now living as a toy, constantly bought from hand to hand. So How surprised you were when a legendary pirate, dominating all of the seas, bought you wanting just your love.
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are you gonna do anything for kookie's birthday?? i know a lot of writers are and i was hoping you might be one of them :)
I don’t have anything, tbh, because I’ve been mostly working on my fic for the Love Yourself Collab (which you should def check out bc I know at least one or two have posted theirs and I’m so hype to read them!!) and the sequel to mechanic!joon from the poll a while back.
I will give you this crumb though, for everyone who read Chasing Butterflies and thoroughly enjoyed it the way I did.
“I just don’t get it,” Nayun says as she straps her pads on. Jisoo doesn’t react and Rose looks like she might actually kick your asses if you aren’t on the court in ten seconds. “What do you not get? Like what about this situation is confusing?” You ask. “I’m whipped for Jungkook, we been knew, and he’s apparently through some great act of mercy also whipped for me, and he’s bringing every single one of his nerd friends to the match today. Which isn’t at all nerve-wracking. Whatsoever.”
Jisoo rolls her eyes and tugs harder at your laces. She always does your laces, she’s the only one with the upper body strength to tie the things well. You think she might actually be moonlighting as a secret BDSM dominatrix just based on the way she handles them.
“No, I don’t get why you’re nervous. He’s seen you play before, didn’t he tell you that he tries to come to as many home games as possible? And his friends know nothing about the sport, they won’t know if you fuck it up.”
“Which you won’t,” Rose says from the door. "Because you’re good at this.”
“And because you’ll kill me if I fuck it up.” She doesn’t respond verbally, but the look she sends you radiates ‘yeah and what about it’ energy. “Look, I’m just...scared of disappointing his friends. He talks me up all the time apparently, and if they get bored or are unimpressed then...”
“What, you think he’s gonna break up with you?” Jisoo’s tone is teasing, but when she looks up to see the insecuirty on your face, she softens. “You put on a cosplay for him, and he’s liked you for almost as long as you’ve liked him. I don’t think he’s going anywhere.”
You just nod, tugging at the laces as she finishes tying them. Realistically, you know she’s right. It’s been a couple months since that night in your apartment, and things have only gotten better. He still comes to the coffee-shop to hang out with his dweeb friends, even if he does spend the time waiting for them talking to you now. He still watches his dumbass anime, thoroughly enjoying your flat-screen to do so, even if he gets consistently distracted by the way you lay in his lap. You talk about your practices that he knows a fair bit about because of some anime, he tells you about his nerd shit that you don’t understand but enjoy hearing about anyway, you help him with his essays and he helps you with Organic Chem, and you even buy him little cupcakes every time he gets a new comment on his fanfic. Things between you are good.
You have no reason to worry, you decide as you push out of the locker rooms and head to the court to get warmups started. You spot him, sitting with his group of friends beside where Jimin and Taehyung sit with the rest of the guys’ team to watch your game. Your boyfriend - your whole chest gets warms as you think it, and you let yourself bask in it for a minute because it took three fucking years to get - looks adorable today; big, round glasses, with that soft beanie and a softer looking shirt. It’s got some kind of weird pumpkin(?) on it, with a point and sharp teeth and the back has a scythe and you vaguely recognize it. You’re pretty sure he watched it at your apartment a few days ago, but you also had his dick in your mouth, so you weren’t paying much attention to anything else.
You wave back when he waves at you, big and excited and cute, and you’re once again hit with the urge to cover him in kisses while also maybe dangling him off a fifty-story building. His nose scrunches in that way you love and you ignore the way it has your stomach flipping.
Rose pelts a ball at you and you catch it on sheer instinct.
“Are you actually going to warm up or are you gonna be entirely useless today?” She asks. You glare at her and throw the ball back in response. If you didn’t have firsthand experience with how good she is, you’d wish she was your opponent so you could wipe the smirk off her face.
Warmups go well. The team you’re supposed to be playing is good, supposedly pretty well-matched to your own, and you’re excited to see if it holds true. They don’t look especially intimidating. The biggest threat seems to be their captain - which is true for your team as well, Rose is terrifying - and there are a couple girls milling around in jackets and over-shirts. One in particular catches your notice; as you look, you realize it’s because Jungkook has the same jacket. Black, with a big-ass Old-English-styled L on the back of it, and some kind of writing you can’t see on the front and can’t remember from Jungkook’s, small and in the corner where logos usually go.
You make a note to ask which anime that’s from, just to know in the future, and return to your warmups.
The game itself is...well, it’s challenging. The other teams is as well-practiced as yours, they’re balanced against you pretty well, and all of you are enjoying the competition almost as much as you’re frustrated that you aren’t getting anywhere. Their captain - a shorter girl with pretty eyes and dimples - is an absolute beast and Rose looks simultaneously enraged and turned on, and Weeb Girl has been blocking you at every turn. She volleys every serve you give, manages to block every spike without fail, and you can respect that she’s good at this, but you’re also really fucking frustrated.
It’s the end of the second set and both teams are ready for the ten minute break. You’re in the process of trying to drown yourself in your Gatorade bottle and really considering using the stuff to summon some kind of demon just so you can win the game, go home, stuff yourself with cheap burgers, and then fuck your boyfriend because you could tell from his face at one point that he was getting worked up watching you play, but before you can you catch sight of your friends whispering quietly to themselves.
It screams ‘hey we’re doing something really shady and don’t want you to know, maybe you should immediately storm over and find out what’s going on’ so you do exactly that.
“What the fuck do you mean ‘should we tell her?’“ You demand, keeping your voice as hushed as theirs. Nayun looks repentant and sorry, Jisoo actually literally makes the emoji face with the teeth, and Rose just purses her lips and gestures over her shoulder.
You really don’t know what you expect to see, but Jungkook hanging over the side of the bleachers to talk to Weeb Girl isn’t it. His eyes are crinkled at the corners like they do when he’s excited, his glasses are half-down his nose and in danger of falling off because you aren’t there to push them back up like he enjoys, and he’s gesturing happily to Weeb Girl. And she....she looks just as excited, twirling a piece of hair between her fingers and batting her lashes up at him as she says something else that makes him laugh. You can’t realistically hear it, it’s too crowded and noisy, but you feel it when he laughs, every time.
“We should call the police, she’s gonna kill her,” Jisoo says morbidly from behind you.
“No,” You respond, scoffing. Your eyes don’t draw away from where your boyfriend is talking to Weeb Girl. “No, I’m not. She can flirt all she wants, it’s fine. Yeah, she’s blocked me at every turn this game, yeah she’s kinda really pretty, and she definitely has the ass for those shorts, and she’s wearing weeb stuff that she’s probably interested in and can talk to him about, but it’s fine. I know Jungkook, he’s not gonna do anything. He’s a good guy.” And you mean it when you say it. If there’s one thing that you’re sure of in your relationship that isn’t Jungkook knowing random weeb stats, it’s that he’s loyal. You know it, deep in your bones.
You watch as Weeb Girl steps forward, cutting off whatever Jungkook’s saying to push his glasses up his nose, giggling as she does. Your fingers twitch because yes, that is your job, not hers, but it’s fine. It’s absolutely fine. Until her captain calls her back and she giggles again and waves, and Jungkook turns to sit and you see it. He’s got that pretty blush on his face, the one that tints his cheeks and makes him duck his head, the one you love so much but especially when you’re riding him and can get him to break out of the dominant persona he loves and turn pink with your words.
And you know that your boyfriend is loyal and sweet and wonderful, can tell by the way he searches for you and melts into a smile like the ice cream you’re pretty sure you forgot to put back in your freezer before you had to rush out to get to this game. But pushing his glasses up is your job and that is your blush and you aren’t about to let some weeb queen take it from you.
Rose looks pleased as you all take the court again. Jisoo looks convinced you’re gonna kill Weeb Girl, and you won’t lie; you’re definitely trying to see if you can will someone to set fire with only the power of your brain as you stare her down across the net. She looks entirely too pleased with herself and even dares to send a quick glance and a shy smile off at where you know Jungkook sits behind you, and you wish - not for the first time in your life - that you had Harry Potter powers and could just Crucio this fucker right now.
Alas, you’re gonna have to settle for slamming a volleyball into her face.
Nayun looks horrified at the sight, but you can tell Rose is holding back a smile even as the ref gives you a penalty that you willingly take. Weeb Girl looks pissed and also a little confused. Logically it’s not her fault that she chose to flirt with your weeb; and you can’t even fault her for it, because he’s gorgeous and sweet and perfect, but god damn what a day to do it.
Throughout the rest of the third set, you’re basically unstoppable. You score three times on her, and you take a sick pleasure in the bruise that’s already forming under her eye. Her entire team looks confused, and you are too, because none of you are sure of where this sudden burst of skill and fury is coming from, but you’re determined to ride it out for as long as it lasts.
When the game’s over, your entire team crowds you to celebrate. You’re a good player, you don’t have any allusions to that, but you’re also pretty much just reliably good. You’ve never played like that, not in your entire life, and you’re thriving with the knowledge that you even can.
When they finally back up, you bolt before they can throw Gatorade on you, already climbing the stands. Jimin laughs as you shove him to the side, and you decide to feel guilty about the way he almost falls later, because right now you’re on a mission. You straddle the stand and fist one hand in Jungkook’s shirt, pulling him into a heated kiss that he doesn’t hesitate to return. In seconds you’re almost on his lap, one of his hands gripping your jaw so he lick into your mouth the way he likes while your free hand tangles in his hair. When you eventually pull back, he settles soft kisses along your jaw and you take great pride in looking straight at Weeb Girl. She doesn’t look mad, exactly; more resigned and slightly impressed, and you send her a wink that makes her roll her eyes.
“Hey,” You whisper to Jungkook. He detaches himself from the mark he was determined to make behind your ear, and you revel in the blush on his face. It spreads across his face and along to the tips of his ears, and you want nothing more to than to make is spread further. “You wanna go put on some Haikyuu and break in your new mattress?”
You don’t think you’ve ever left a game that fast in your life.
#fic: chasing butterflies#cb drabble#jungkook drabble#jungkook x reader#this is just as self-indulgent as cb itself im not gonna lie to you#but there isn't any actual smut lmao bc im too lazy to write it#Anonymous#questions#weeb jungkook#jock reader
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November 3: Election Day
I’m going to try to block social media tonight because my anxiety was already pretty bad last night and I just... need to take care of myself. So, just a quick note now.
I went to vote at about 11 or so. I’ve never had a bad experience voting here so I wasn’t too worried, especially since I figured there’d be even fewer people than normal with so much early voting. And it went fine. There was one person just ahead of me and one behind, and a few other people hanging around, plus the workers and poll watchers. No one weird. They had a lot of covid precautions in place: the usual floor markings and mask requirements, plus pens you could take with you, and a system for checking id’s that did not require anyone to touch the id (you had to put it on a piece of paper, and then the poll worker just touched the paper). The booths were arranged a little differently, I guess to make social distancing easier? But there were so few people voting, it wasn’t hard to find a spot away from the others.
The poll worker at the entrance seemed kind of nervous. I thought I heard him say something like “Can we count on your vote?” and I had a mini-crisis, thinking he was trying to campaign?? (Though for who, I don’t even know lol.) He might have been saying something like “Are you here to vote?” (duh) or he might have been making a joke? I don’t really know.
He said that 60% of the precinct had voted early and that there hadn’t been any big rushes of in person voters. The most they had at once was 15 people, early in the morning. According to the news, 73% of registered voters in the county had voted by noon, so that’s pretty good, I think. (This was in an article about “slightly malfunctioning” voting machines that were getting fucked up from all the cleaning--so that’s encouraging lol.) (This area uses paper ballots but they’re read by a machine.)
The actual process of voting wasn’t as exciting as in previous elections. I really cared about the candidate I voted for in the primaries, and this time... it wasn’t a clothespin vote per se but I just felt very much like I was doing what I had to do and hoping it would be enough. Not an inspired feeling. I felt more excited voting for my district candidate (the one whose tweet got picked up and carried all the way to my tumblr dash, and who also left some campaign literature at my apartment, which looked good) (I am soooo informed lmao), because the incumbent sucks and I would really like to see this guy win. I don’t really think he will but I’m hopeful.
There were also two constitutional amendments on the ballot and I was excited to vote in favor of a redistricting commission. My former election law professor wrote an op-ed in favor of it and honestly I’ve been pro-commission since that very same election law class. So that was cool, I hope that works out.
After voting, I went downtown for the first time in a while... probably the first time I’d been there in the afternoon since February tbh. I went to my favorite coffee place (which was closed when I was last wandering about because it was a Sunday after five), and I had a delicious drink that was like butter nut pecan or something weird? But it had a lot of caffeine in it and was delicious. They still had their giant spider decorations up for Halloween. And I’d just missed the atmosphere so much. I will say...the structure of the shop is not conducive to social distancing. It’s small, it’s popular, the tables are crowded together, and the ordering is set up so that there isn’t a lot of space for the line to go. Like it can feel claustrophobic sometimes even in non-pandemic conditions. So I was a little nervous. I did the best I could though. I sat outside, and after I ate the yogurt parfait I’d bought, I kept my mask on unless I was actively drinking, and there wasn’t anyone directly next to me. But still. I was right by the door. There were a lot of people out because it’s a gorgeous day.
I didn’t really accomplish anything other than voyeuring on the dog next to me (a very easily upset pit bull mix who would cry every time “the love of his life” wasn’t interacting with him), and obsessing about random writing projects. But I do this on purpose you know: obsess over writing stuff so I don’t go down an anxiety death spiral about Other Stuff. Before all the holiday exchanges and events start, I want to make serious progress on an old WIP. We’ll see how that actually goes.
Anyway now I really do need to do laundry... it’s already past 4 and somehow that means it will be dark soon. Such a pain. But I need the distraction and I need some more clean clothes so. Laundry I shall do.
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Eight thousand people a day still getting the virus. People now being given the green light to mingle with more people. And they say it’s now ok for the people shielding to go out once a day???? Absolutely speechless.
My first thought was what does Boris want a distraction from this time.
I’m fuming tbh. On Thursday he said that it was still too dangerous, so I want to know what’s changed (apart from bad poll numbers) because I can’t see that anything has improved...if anything the numbers seemed worse yesterday.
I read it last night send immediately thought I’m not changing anything. Then when I got up this morning my Mum had a text from one of my cousins who is also shielding and he said the same.
It’s ridiculous.
The chances of me catching it are probably fairly slim and getting very ill probably not exceedingly high but even so, how is it safe? Why not wait a fortnight to see how the latest relaxation goes? Makes no sense.
My Mum has been reasonably calm through this and broadly supportive of what’s been done with lockdown to a point (she and Dad are retired so it’s not hit us like a lot of people) but she said to me she feels like I’m a second class citizen and I agree. I’ve never felt that way before (I’m probably very lucky in that sense I know) and it’s just mad.
I feel for my Nan because she’ll see that news and think I can go round and I’ve got to tell her I can’t. She doesn’t really get the whole ‘shielding’ thing, I don’t think she gets that the meds I take are immunosuppressants so it’s hard.
I want to go out, I want to see my friend, I’ve complained on here a lot about that but I won’t. Certainly not on the say so of Boris Johnson three days after he stood at the podium and said it wasn’t safe.
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