I'm just so, so tired. I feel this war turning me into a worse person, but my nerves are shot and my tact is strained and like I'm fighting it? I really am? But hot damn it would be nice to wake up and not think about this.
Idk loves, I'm finding myself increasingly daunted by the enormity of the world's suffering and less and less able to keep doing the work 🙃
I feel this to my core.
Anon, take a break. You need rest, you need to be ok to be able to do any work at all. Get off social media, surround yourself with people who love you and respect you, do things you enjoy, take naps, eat good food, go camping or hiking in the middle of nature, try something new like a hobby. Live life just for yourself for a while. We need to take care of ourselves before we're able to take care of others
After she and Clara and Kiki are secured, after several months probably, Velvette 'slips' one day and calls Carmilla or Sera mom to see how they react and neither one really seems to notice? Just answers to it as if it's normal? And Velvette has to keep from crying because...Oh. she has a mom or two now. Ones that actually care? Her girlfriends moms accept her?
Sorry, I went a different way with this. I love nervous, flustered Velvette. Sue me.
"Velvette....can you please do something besides taking up my entire living room with your projects?"
Velvette looks up at Carmilla from the arms dealer's living room floor. Her girlfriends, Kiki and Clara, are lying on the couch nearby, cuddling and napping, while Velvette takes up the entirety of Carmilla's lounging area with her work. Diagrams and sketches are scattered across the floor, coffee table, and even other chairs. She's more or less made the room her makeshift office.
"I'm working, fossil," Velvette explains, that nickname from their old rivalry still feeling spicy on her lips. Carmilla doesn't take it seriously anymore, but it still hits at a sensitive part of her psyche sometimes, when she's trying to be calm with the younger woman, for her daughter's sake. "We're releasing a new line in the morning, and I need to be ready."
"Yes, I know," Carmilla sighs, rubbing her brow. "But can you use a table like a normal person? Where are Sera and I supposed to sit?"
Velvette looks around, as if just now realizing how much her work has gotten out of control. She really is taking up the entire room. Still, she has to get one more jab in for good measure. "Can't you, I don't know, use your bed? Isn't it close to your bedtime anyway?"
"Velvette!" Carmilla groans under her breath, shoes tapping, trying not to get too frustrated with her.
"Ugghh. Geez. Fine! Okay, Mom!"
Carmilla realizes what Velvette had said before Velvette does. It isn't until the fashionista is gathering her papers into her arms that her eyes widen, a pinkish-purple blush immediately engulfing her face. She squeaks, hoping to Hellfire nobody heard her.
Of course, Carmilla has. She's grinning at her.
"Umm, I mean. Uhh...fuck. What--Ignore that! Forget I said anything!"
"Too late now, babe!" Clara says, giggling from her place with Kiki over on the couch. "We already heard you!"
Clara...wasn't she asleep? When had she woken up? Velvette screams to herself internally. Still blushing, she gathers the rest of her things at lightning speed, and runs upstairs to Clara's bedroom, trying desperately to escape the teasing she knows is coming.
She can hear Carmilla laughing melodiously behind her, and Kiki emphasizing the word Mom Mom Mom over and over again, like a chant. The word is like a barrage in her ear, Kiki yelling it up at her as Velvette makes her grand escape up the winding staircase in the main hall.
The next few days are going to be horrible, Velvette thinks. Hellfire, they will never let her live this down.
HEADCANON TIME BECAUSE THIS HAS BEEN FLOATING AROUND IN MY BRAIN FOR TOO LONG
-Lilith Clawthorne is one of those people with a ridiculous sleep schedule. She has an awful habit of getting wrapped up in her latest project and just…forgetting to go to bed. On more than one occasion, Eda has woken up and found her curled up on the couch in the exact same position she’d been in when the rest of the family went to sleep, just farther in her book. It's an issue.
-Because of this, she's also one of those people who can literally fall asleep anywhere. And I mean anywhere. She's like a cat. See: Lilith draping herself over porta-Hooty to take a nap in the CATTS hideout.
-After years of dealing with Lilith's erratic sleep schedule, her friends are just used to it at this point (although it drives her mother insane). Conversations along the lines of; "Hey, can you toss me a blanket? Lilith's napping in the windowsill again," or, "Lily passed out in the armchair. Should we try and move her or let her sleep?", or my personal favorite, "Lilith fell asleep in my lap. I can't move," are common amongst the adult members of the CATTS.
-Oh, did you think she didn't do this when she was head of the EC? THINK AGAIN. It's literally written into Steve's regular duties to go make sure Lilith hadn't fallen asleep at her desk again. It's also his job to either wake her up or carry her to bed (he usually does the latter. It's easier than trying to get her to go herself.).
-When Lilith and Darius were coven heads together, he took it upon himself to nag her about actually getting rest. Once, he nearly got himself arrested by charging into an EC meeting, throwing Lilith over his shoulder and running away with her after learning she hadn't slept in three days (the charges were dropped when Hettie Cutburn examined her and made her drink a sleeping draught right then and there, quote "before this foolish girl kills herself of exhaustion".)
-He's also one of those people radiates heat and knows it, and he uses it against her. More than one witch has walked into a consultation with Lilith only to find her curled up on the couch, dozing in Darius's arms* while he death-glares at them until they slowly (and quietly) back out of the room.
IN CONCLUSION: Lilith Clawthorne is a bit of a workaholic with an erratic sleep schedule to rival most teenagers. She's very tired.
*THIS IS NOT A SHIP POST. LILITH IS CANONLY ARO/ACE. PLATONIC CUDDLES ONLY.
FucksSAKE we're desperate and I'm fucking sick of begging for money so does anyone want some emergency art commissions. Like. Say a fiver for a quick sketch, maybe 10 to 15 for something with flat colour?
no idea how she's managed to stick it out with me this far but i'm amazed that after over 6 years she still has enough patience to tolerate me.
when i don't feel like i'm good enough, she reminds me of who i am. when i make mistakes, she doesn't treat me any different. when i'm highly dysphoric, she just /gets/ it and shows me unrelenting support and encouragement. she's my #1 hypeman, and i am hers.
there isn't another person in the world that's been able to make me feel even.. remotely okay in my own skin, about how i look and how a body feels (i would also say about who i am, but i'd be lying).
i realize that i've always had a bit of body dysmorphia and generally don't enjoy looking at my own face because it's.. very uncanny to me. i don't have a proper sense of style. but she always just?? has something nice to say and she does it so genuinely that you can actually believe that she means what she says. because she's the same.
i'll go out looking like a 12 year old boy and she's just. fucking. there for it. she'll cheer for it. do it with me. and then we'll walk around the block looking like two lil' dudebros together because we own the same clothes. and fucking hell.
this girl is too good to me. i absolutely don't deserve her.
sometimes it's hard to believe that someone like her exists.
and that i get to be witness to it.
there's caveats, of course. we talk so rarely (we go weeks without), the interests we share are few and far between and there's.. so many things i could never tell her because i will never get over that fear of losing her.
there is no right moment and there isn't a time and those are things i neither need nor want her to know, because it would change the way she sees me.
and i guess that seems callous and detached and dishonest.
but we are there when it matters. i am there when she needs me and i will always pick up her pieces.
i want her to have a good thing. she sees me as a good thing.
so i just moved across the city to be closer to work and i went from living with one guy in small house to four guys in big house, and i’ve only been here 48 hours (and i was at work for 24 of those) but they all seem very nice and one of them has COOKED FOR ME?! TWICE???!!! we were talking and he said something like “all my friends are married by now, i’ve been too focused on my career to date but i want to find true love” and i’m like dude if you treat all women like you’ve treated me, a perfect stranger, you will have NO TROUBLE WITH THAT
Good news: Caught the migraine before the pain started and have already taken the meds for it, so hopefully the pain will be milder overall.
Bad news: The reason I could catch it so fast was that it was that one very unique type of migraine that for some reason makes it impossible to tell who's fronting and completely/almost completely locks me out of the innerworld. So. Yay. (heavy sarcasm)
genre: fluff, crack (?), them hyping u up like there's no tomorrow, uhh reader wears makeup ��
notes: this is for all u pretty mfs aka all of u whether u believe it or not YOU ARE PRETTY AMD HOT AND AMAZING 😡‼️ also disclaimer: the boys love u not just for your face. they think you're so cool for being beautiful inside n out and this is just them appreciating the out 🧎♀️
bakugo katsuki thinks you're so pretty that his only response to it is to be angry. he'd watch intently the way you'd smooth your clothes down and cutely fiddle with your hair in the mirror as if there's even anything to fix. he'll cup your pretty face in his hands and squeeze your cheeks together (cuteness aggression probably), "tell me why you're so fucking pretty all the time? what are you so pretty for, huh?!"
bakugo katsuki would always watch you do your makeup and hair and then slip into the prettiest clothes only you can pull off and he's just mesmerized by the whole thing.
"katsuki, please stop drooling and get dressed. we're gonna be late."
his only response is: "fuck off."
because he can never deny nor hide the fact that he constantly admires you every chance he gets. he storms his way to you and snatches a shimmery eyeshadow from your makeup bag. "tch, you don't even need any of this shit."
"you don't like it, katsuki?" you stare up at him doe-eyed, easily making his heart skip a beat.
"h-hah?! i didn't say that!" he shoves it to your hand, "now do this glittery shit next!"
and you just ditch whatever plans you'd made and spend the rest of the night trying on different makeup looks. he'll insist that you sit on his lap while you doll yourself up just because, and you gladly do so but then you both end up wearing a full face of glam makeup 🧍♀️ he doesn't know how he just let it happen but he's like, "whatever makes you fucking happy, y/n."
he then proceeds to tell you that, "every one of those ugly extras should grovel at your feet, worship the ground you walk on, and then beg for your forgiveness."
"forgive them for what?"
he stares blankly at you. "for breathing the same air as you."
bakugo katsuki's not active on social media at all but on his instagram, his first and only post is a photo dump of just youー the selfies you took on his phone, your date outfits, candid photos (by courtesy of bakugo katsuki) of you smiling at a stray cat, the power nap you took on his shoulder, and his favorite one by far: a photo of you wearing his black tank top that completely swallows you up, holding up two little peace signs on your cheeks.
and of course, he captions it, "u and ur ugly ass wish u were y/n."
shinsou hitoshi is convinced he's dating a model. he doesn't know how it happened, but he is a little proud of whatever the hell was in him that managed to rizz you up.
he thinks you look amazing in absolutely anything. so when you go clothes shopping together, he casually picks up all types of clothes from the racks until there's a whole pile of them in his arms.
when you shoot him a questioning look about it, he only says, "think you'll look amazing in these, babe."
he also picks up some accessories and just wears them on youー hats, sunglasses, hair pins, and you just let him because each time you let him accessorize you, he gives those little comments like, "amazing." "cute" "this one's tacky; i put it on you as a joke but you pull it off for some reason." "yes. slayed." he made you wear cat ears one time and he just melts right there, immediately taking a photo of you for his new lockscreen.
it bothers shinsou hitoshi a lot when people stare at you even when they can clearly see his hand on the small of your back. he'll slide closer to you and kiss the top of your head all the while he gives them a death stare he wishes he could do more.
he squeezes your waist a little to call your attention.
"hm? what's up, hitoshi?"
he looks at you blankly, taking in your features in awe as if for the first time again. then he stuffs your face into his chest, your legs staggering as you grab a hold of his forearms.
"hey, what are you doing?" you giggle in his chest. he's relieved you can't see his flushed cheeks. "hitoshiii"
"you're too good for this world, y/n. i need to start gatekeeping you."
what blows shinsou hitoshi's mind the most is how you're probably unaware of your effect on him, no matter how many times he's called you all synonyms of the word, 'beautiful'
he's sat on the couch, a tiny smile of adoration tugging on his lips when he sees you running up to him. your eyes brim with excitement as you call his name, truly the prettiest ones he's ever seen.
"something happened?ー" he pauses when you lean your face so close to his. he sinks back into the couch as the tips of ears start to turn red.
it takes a moment until he realizes that you're showing off the purple eyeshadow you had done on yourself, batting your eyelashes at him as you wait for his response bc right now he's just staring at you like 😦💘‼️‼️‼️
"it's the one you picked out from the mall yesterday. is it pretty?"
"y/n." his hands slowly find their way to your waist, "i don't believe you're real sometimes. you are possibly the most beautiful person i've ever seen."
"really?"
"god," he pulls you by the waist until you're sat on his lap, your legs straddling him. "you have no idea."
remember how bakugo said all those extras should be groveling at your feet and worshipping you? yeah, it's kaminari denki. he worships you.
he thinks you're beautiful and he's LOUD about it.
he's constantly bragging about you to his friends and showing off your photos (if you're comfy w/ that), "oh this? oh yeah, this is is y/n, the coolest, funniest, drop dead gorgeous, most ethereal person on earth and they're dating ME."
and bakugo would just grab his phone and knock it against his head with a thud 🤕, "WE FUCKING GET IT. NOW, SHUT UP, DUMBASS."
he'll rub his head while cackling, "whatever, i'm dating Y/N. who cares about anything if you're dating y/n?"
kaminari denki doesn't love you just for your beauty though. you're not just some eye candy to him. if someone ever called you one though, you bet he's zapping their ass and with the whole bakusquad by his side because somehow they feel obligated to protect you now too. 🧍♀️ (denki's effect)
and just as much as he compliments your beauty everyday, he never forgets to let you know how beautiful your heart is too. in fact, he calls you 'angel' because how could someone be this beautiful and be so kind and caring to him at the same time?
"sometimes.." he looks up pensively from his lap where you lay your head, "i feel like i've been blessed by the heavens when i got to date you.
"denkiー"
"don't even think i'm exaggerating, y/n!" he pokes your cheek when you turn your head to look at him, "you're amazing. i don't know what i did for you to give me a chance."
there are times though when a part of kaminari denki feels a little insecure because he thinks he looks quite stupid next to you, and it doesn't help either that the bakusquad never lets him hear the end of it 😔
"denki, you don't look stupid because you're next to me. you do that on your own."
"aww, thank yー hol' up." 🤨
he's pouting but you immediately wipe that off by apologizing and peppering his face with kisses, ending it with a loud smooch on his lips with a "mmmwah!"
kaminari denki now can't remember what you're even apologizing for in the first place.
you and todoroki shouto are so beautiful, the visuals are blinding 😩 you'd walk to your classroom together, him opening the door for you and you smiling at him, lovingly squeezing his arm as a silent 'thank you,' and people just stare with their mouths agape, not knowing who exactly to be jealous of.
shouto definitely stares the most though until it concerns midoriya, "t-todoroki-kun, you haven't moved in three minutes. are you okay?" because he might as well have drawn hearts on his eyes and stab an arrow to his heart with the way he looks at you.
todoroki shouto always kisses your eyes, nose, cheeks, hair, and your lips, of course, just to let you know how beautiful he thinks they are.
he thinks whatever you do or wear is so pretty, hence, the many, many photos of you on his phone. his lockscreen changes every 2 days because everyday he just gets a prettier shot of you, and he always shows them to you and to his friends and siblings ☹️ because everyone, including you, should appreciate what a beauty you are!
"this looks great! you'd make a great photographer, shouto" you lean in to kiss his cheek, immediately sending a flush across his face.
"well..." he looks to the ground, the feeling of your lips still lingering on his right cheek. "that's all you... you're beautiful. i don't know how it has anything to do with me, but thank you."
and then he leans closer, tilting his head to the side to silently ask for another kiss. you laugh softly at this, and when you cup his cheeks in your hands and start planting kisses all over his face the way he does to you, shouto confirms it in his mindー y/n is an angel.
todoroki shouto would get a little overboard with the photos though because he'll spam that button and keep every single one. when you ask why keep the blurry ones, he explains, "that's still a photo of you. why would i delete it?"
he also has a photo of his point of view from when he had his head on your lap. he said he wanted to capture "the happiest moment of his life." you convince yourself it's sweet but it's literally just a photo of your chin in a weird angle.
"shouto, that's just my chin."
he looks at you dead in the eye. "y/n, you have a lovely chin."
you call him a weirdo, which surprises him a little, but then you drape your arms around his neck and pepper kisses all over his face again because who else in the world would say that to you?
"So, and I can't believe I have to be the guy to point this out," Doc starts hesitantly.
"Terrible start! Go on," Cleo says.
"But you seem to be one of the only sane people left right now," Doc continues.
"Even more terrible, although I appreciate your delusion," Cleo says.
"And I have to--you know, if you're going to make fun of me for bringing you a problem maybe I just won't. I can solve it myself. I basically solved the moon thing myself," Doc says. "I am trying to be responsible before this turns into a whole thing."
"Doc, you came to me. Did you want anything that wasn't me making fun of you? Because you know, if so, I really feel bad for you. I already feel bad enough for you that you think you actually managed to do anything at all about the moon thing."
Doc throws his hands up. "I am trying to warn you the ocean is evil! It's important! This is important!"
"The deep sea being evil isn't new," Cleo starts, "I was building Atlantis last season--"
"It sent, sent, salmon people to kill me!"
Cleo stops. They look Doc in the eyes. They search for any signs of deception at all. It's a little hard to tell, on account of Doc only having one eye even capable of expressiveness, and his face being the opposite of human, but...
"What?" Cleo says dumbly.
"It was like, like, Beef and Skizz, they were crazy! They were talking about a giant fish and how I shouldn't defy it. And I was like, what is a Big Salmon? I don't know, man, but they're ocean mobsters. And then I started looking. It's not just them. It's not just them Cleo, it's everyone. The ocean, man, it's evil, it's getting everyone. I've, I've made a list. Grian. Have you looked at Grian lately?"
"I think if we were worried about every time Grian got possessed then we wouldn't have any free time," Cleo says hesitantly.
"Right, right, but it was supposed to be Demise. The killing each other, all of the killing each other. I thought, oh, that'll get it out of their systems. But it's not just him Cleo! It's--have you seen Gem? She's all, oh, I will build a boat. Oh, I'll provoke the creatures of the deep. And then. Do you know what I saw all of Team ZITS doing? Fishing!"
"Doc," Cleo says, increasingly concerned for him. He looks... disheveled.
"And not just fishing, oh no. They were standing in the water fishing! And Pearl! Have I mentioned that Pearl is dressing up as a salmon? I mentioned that, yes? The salmon Pearl?"
"You hadn't, unless that was the big fish thing," Cleo says.
"No, that was something different, I think Pearl is maybe a different salmon."
"Sure, okay, more than one salmon, that makes sense," Cleo says dryly.
"And everyone, they are fishing each other around the ocean, yes? Etho is in the ocean! XB is in the ocean! I think I saw Joe crawl out of the ocean earlier, he was all wet and haunted! Surely that is a sign the ocean is evil."
"No, he's just like that," Cleo says. "Also, I did the fishing rod thing too. I think it's just... normal fun."
"They're getting you too. My assessment that you're the sane one. I've said too much."
"I think you need sleep," Cleo says. "Doc, there isn't an ocean-based conspiracy. It's the start of the season. You know we're just like this."
"That's the thing, I can't sleep," Doc says. "I can't. I sleep and I see it. I see it, lurking beneath the waves. It's calling for me Cleo. It's calling. And when it calls, it seems so--kind. But then. But then! I wake up, and I remember the shape of it, and..."
Doc shudders and stops talking. Cleo looks at him a moment longer and then, like comforting a nervous animal, takes his shoulder.
"You should take a nap. It's the start of the season. You're over-stressing yourself. Too much too fast?" they say, as soothingly as possible.
"It's coming for us," Doc says. "It's coming. I don't want to ignore it this time, yes? What's coming for us. We should--we should--"
"Even if it is, Doc, I don't think we can fight the ocean. Come on. Maybe sleeping in my base will help reset your brain."
Doc shudders, but lets Cleo guide him inside. They watch until at last he falls asleep fitfully before shaking their head and sighing.
"A giant fish that was trying to kill him. Honestly. I don't know where he gets these things from. Always a conspiracy with him..."
They decide to go to Ren. Ren knows how to humor Doc. Surely they can get in their ridiculous games again, and Doc will forget all about this. Doc would enjoy the Ministry of Ministries. Maybe he can be an anarchist or something. That would be good for him.
Doc cries out in his sleep. Cleo turns to him.
Then again, they have this strange sinking feeling in their stomach. Doc's... awfully worked up.