Thanks So Much For Tagging Me @nightfrostshadow This Was Super Fun!! These Are Two Of My Characters From

@great-day-today thank you so much for the tag! It's my first time trying one of these and it was actually fun:)

@kaiwewi @creweemmaeec11 @larinzz

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cute picrew lol💕💕🌸🌸💖💖

make yourself and tag some mutuals to be your valentine!

i tag: @girlbosswanda @lxremipsumm @yinkyoink @watercolor-wildflowers @gayidioot @autisticspecialeducator @azulasapologist @sapphic-theatre-fan @the-chloest @10-year-old-on-crack @itsremagain @dci-softy-edgelord @ewitsmaile @bees-r-cool @gothic-but-will-fight-u @zebe908

history.

A tale that remains unchanged, no matter how many times it is retold.

Their hands are soft- I got to feel them when they grabbed my hand and pulled me into an alleyway, shielding me from oncoming bullets. Having not expected that at all, it took a few moments for me to come out of that headspace, as I stood there- dazed, staring at their back as their hand that held mine a moment ago, let go to grab their gun from their belt and point the weapon at our pursuers. My brain understood why they had to let go, but my heart refused to understand and kept yearning for that touch again and again- like a stubborn child who wanted to eat more ice cream and wouldn't listen to reason. The minutes passed by as I fought to keep my brain and heart at bay while trying to stay connected to reality because we still weren't safe. Move, I reminded my legs and held onto their silhouette with my eyes. Being a human was hard.

By the time we managed to outrun our pursuers, I was gasping, sweaty palm clutching my shirt- right above my heart, as if I'm pushing it to stay inside and not fall out of my mouth. Eyes on the ground and frantic heartbeats in my ear, I failed to register anything else. I felt a light touch to the top of my head and managed to look up from my bent-over-the-knees posture, just in time to see their hand falling from its spot on my hair a few seconds ago. My heart fluttered. And then our eyes met, their worried gaze trained on my face. I swallowed, but my throat still felt dry. I didn't like it when people worried about me, it made me feel guilty. So, I smiled like I always do when I wanted to hide something- when I wasn't ready to tell them why I might have looked like a flustered mess then. They gave up after a few seconds and began to scout our surroundings. I heaved a sigh, relieved, and tried to do a lot of silly things. I tried to tell myself that I was okay, when I was not (how could I be?). Even though that touch lasted for mere seconds, I could still feel the embers of the fire that it had sparked in my chest and now it threatened to burn me inside out. So no, I was not okay. Definitely not.

A bit more of walking and we were finally home!! It's not much- a small, rundown apartment at the edge of town but it was something. The metal stairs gave a *creak* as they stepped on it to climb up, and I was about to follow when a black cat came out of nowhere and climbed up before me. I landed on the ground with an embarrassing *shriek*, my backside aching. Sounds of their laughter echoed in my ears. I looked up at them, a not-so-serious frown playing on my lips because I just couldn't be mad at them when they laughed like that- like a carefree child who had nothing to worry about in life. I sighed and gave in to their smile but then the black cat stared at me, as if to challenge me and rubbed its fur against their leg. Their attention was completely on the cat now (unfortunate for me), as they gently stroked its fur, surprised and pleased when it purred against their blue jeans. Come on, you can't be jealous of a cat, you can't be jealous of a damn cat! You just can't-

But now, finally, they're sitting right in front of me, within the confines of our single bed, legs crossed messily, and all my mind can think of is that they're so close, so close, that if I reach out my hand, I can touch them. They lean towards me to reach for the blanket, their fingers brushing against mine and that fire which I felt earlier in the day was back now, and it was angry- ready to burn me whole.

They're staring outside our bedside window, looking at the city lights far away, oblivious of the plight I'm in, while I can't bring myself to look at anything else but their eyes. They must have noticed of course- as inquisitive as they are, so they turn over to look at me and all my breaths and words just die in my throat as I realise all over again, just how much I adore those blue eyes. They remind me of a sky, where the birds soar free; of freedom.

"What is it?" They ask in a teasing tone, smiling softly but I can't answer. I can't do anything. I can only look at them. Their brows furrow slightly in concern, and they move closer, those lovely soft hands brushing against mine again. But they don't stop with that alone this time. Their fingers become curious as they start exploring my hand, dragging their index over my palm, down to my fingers, feeling them over, digit by digit and I can feel myself going crazy.

Before I know it, my hand is entirely in theirs and they're so close that I can feel their warm breath fanning over my neck. My mind goes empty but my body is set ablaze, and I think that maybe, I've stopped breathing entirely, if only for that moment. Noticing my lack of response, their hands become braver, their right one tangled with mine while their left one rises up to cup my cheek with the gentlest of touches that makes me feel so giddy.

I hear them call my name, but it feels like it's coming from the bottom of a well; so far away. Panicked, my hand reaches out towards that voice, only to be caught by theirs. I stop as I'm held in place by blue eyes; I can't escape. They're searching my face, my entire being for an answer, their soft touches coaxing me to relax and give in. I finally come out of my head, and it feels as if I'm being born again as I learn how to breathe, how to move and how to speak within the safe haven of their touch. And I don't want it any other way.

"You're beautiful", I breathe, leaning into their palm. Their lips part to let out a small laugh and my ears rejoice. "How can you say that with a straight face?!" they say fondly, as if it's something they wouldn't mind listening to everyday, my mind beginning to dream about that very scenario. Meanwhile, their lips inch closer and I don't notice until they're suddenly too close and touching mine.

And the rest is history.

Hello all of you lovely people!! Yes, I know it's been a while since I posted- been trying to find some inspiration and fight off procrastination. So here is this long piece to make up for that (hopefully xD) - I tried first person narrative this time and I don't really do this style a lot, so I hope this is satisfactory for you all to read and enjoy ^^ (also this can be read from either hero/villain/ or literally any of your fav character's pov- you decide <3)

Heyhey Var! I wish you a very happy birthday! ❤ *throws confetti* (I hope I got the date right!)

I hope you're doing well and that you will have or have had a nice day!! ^.^

Dear Lara!! Thank you so much for your wishes <333 I'm doing well thank you, I hope you're doing well too! It's been ages (I'm so sorry for this terribly late reply) , I just got done with my course so have been trying to get used to new routines.

it's valentine's day!

Omg you're lovely, I'll neville let you go too<3

THANK YOU🥺💖

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Hello lollipop anon, and thank you again 🌸

Thank you so much for the tag @amethystpath-writes ❤❤❤

Gender: she/her

Star sign: Libra

Height: 5' something, I don't check that often because I know I'm not going to grow anymore *cries* anyways-

Time currently: 10:43 am

Birthday: October 5th

Favorite bands/groups: It's really more about the songs for me so I don't think I have all time fav bands because they just keep changing lol. I'll list a few anyways (most of these will be Japanese because I love Japanese songs ^^)- One D, Centimillimental, Blue Encount, Burnout Syndromes, Luck Life, One Ok Rock

Favorite solo artists: Conan Gray, Shawn Mendes, Kenshi Yonezu, Hayashi Yuki, Taichi Mukai , Lewis Capaldi

Last show you binged: I kinda binge every show that I watch haha and the last one was Natsume Yuujinchou

When did you create your blog: Jan 23rd, 2021

Last thing you googled: I think I searched for the number of episodes a particular Thai drama has

Why I chose my url: I'm sure you guys have figured out by now, but I love anything Japanese so really the first requirement I had to meet for myself is that there should be something Japanese in it xD The more specific reason would be that I wanted my username to remind me of my fav anime characters and I noticed that a lot of them have something red in common, so aka actually means "red". It also sounds similar to 'Red Riot'- one of my fav characters from My Hero Academia^^

How many people are you following: 24

How many followers do you have: 62

Average hours of sleep: 7-8 hours

Lucky number: I have no idea actually

Instruments: I don't know how to play anything properly, but I do like the drums. Singing is more of my forte

Favorite food: Dosa

Favorite song: I have to choose one? Lol, okay, let's see... Fuyu no hanashi (I've listened to this on a loop)

Dream trip: Japan, Netherlands, any place that's not heavily populated really.

What I am currently wearing: Plain old pajamas

Dream job: Voice actor, manga editor, I would literally do anything related to making stories or anime, so writing about that is the closest I can get:)

Nationality: Indian

Wow, these questions are really well made to know someone! So let me tag those who haven't already been tagged yet-

@larinzz @myvillainmyhero @thegayhydra @sunflower1000 @why-am-i-on-this-website-anyway @great-day-today

interview tag ! ✨

the rules are to answer questions and tag some blogs you are contractually obligated to know better :)

tagged by @stardustcityhag

gender: she/her

star sign: Taurus

height: 5'3″

time currently: 9:16 PM

birthday: May 17th

favourite band/group(s): Fleetwood Mac, Angus and Julia Stone, Smoke Trees, The Wailin’ Jennys, Tegan and Sara, The Weepies, Heart, The B52s, I could go on and on I’m a total audiophile

favourite solo artist(s): Dolly Parton, Stevie Nicks, City Girl, Renee Fleming, Joyce DiDonato, Susan Graham, Billie Eilish, Ingrid Michaelson, Kacey Musgraves, etc (see above L O L)

last show you binged: Letterkenny! “you’re spare parts, aren’t ya bud?”

when you created your blog: this one I started in last year during quarantine because I had been off Tumblr for quite some time due to life things but now I have aaaaall the time in the world UGH

last thing you googled: cars, I need a new one because I’ve beat my poor old Honda to death 

why i chose my URL: Janeway is BAE, duh

how many people are you following: wouldn’t you like to know ;)

how many followers do you have: don’t know, not that invested in it really, this is all just star trek screaming into the void and I’m happy if literally even one person responds ahahaha

average hours of sleep: at least 7 or 8. this bitch gotta sleep, yo.

lucky number: 4 because it’s such a lovely, even number 

instruments: I play a real mediocre ukulele and I used to be a classically trained singer but if you don’t use it ya lose it apparently

favourite food: sushiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii and also my grandma’s fried catfish and hush puppies

favourite song: at present I can’t get enough of Jenny by Studio Killers, check it out ;)

dream trip: Scotland and Ireland, go see the ancestral homelands

what i am currently wearing: long sleeve t-shirt of my brother’s old college soccer team and some hella expensive (but like. the Most Comfy) yoga pants from Balance Athletica (I will sing their praises til the end of time, y’all go check them out)

dream job: idk man, I keep thinking about going back to school for like. woodworking/carpentry or some shit. I really just wanna make stuff with my hands.

nationality: American

tagging @blackcat2016, @captaincarriekathryncoffee, @setyourphaserstoslutty, @queenology, @mylittleredgirl, and @miralparis but y’all are totally not obligated :*

also anyone else who wants to join!

When you get this, feel free to respond with five things that make you happy~! Then if you're up for it, send this to the last ten people in your notifications anonymously. You never know who might benefit from spreading positivity~! (No pressure though! :D)

1. My family and friends: they're all a part of my little bubble called life and I'm so glad to have them<333 (they may not be that many people, but they're still precious^^)

2. My girlfriend: definitely one of the best situations that life had sprung on me was meeting them^^ Being a hopeless romantic, and having a history of one sided crushes, giving up was more easier than I thought but then I met them and they make me feel like this starry eyed child again, who's super excited about love. I feel like we help each other grow in our own ways and it's the best feeling really- I feel more myself than I ever am everytime I'm with them and I like myself a little better when I see myself through their eyes ❤🥰 They're one of the loveliest humans I've ever met <3 (i swear that when they felt the same way about me I was like, "is this really happening?" 😳)

3. Stories: no matter in which form they come- art, books, TV shows and movies, anime; I love them all. Stories and their characters make everyday life more fun and fulfilling for me.

4. Writing: it's more than a craft- a part of me by now. I feel like even if nothing else goes right, as long as I keep writing, I'll have something only I can do and it's a wonderful feeling- to be able to create stories and to have people who enjoy reading them ^^ (that's all of you amazing people!!)

5. Animals/my pet dog: well he's definitely included in the "family" section, but I thought I'd mention this separately as well because he's so precious and I love him so much<333 (for those who are wondering, his name is Bruno and he's a pug💕) Animals in general are also very fun for me:)

Thank you so much @larinzz for tagging me<3 (Also, what do you want me to call you?)

you can usually tell a lot about a person by the type of music they listen to. put your favourite playlist on shuffle and list the first ten songs then tag ten people! no skipping!

I generally don't listen to my playlist on shuffle much, but after this I just decided to because I'm quite satisfied with the results ^^

1. My Hero Academia // Hayashi Yuki

(I love mha so ig that's my explanation xD)

2. Aoi ano sora // Ikimono-gakari

(Their songs are so refreshing!!)

3. Unusual changes of two // RADWIMPS

(I grin like an idiot while listening to this one)

4. Ring of fortune // Sasaki Eri

(The song is actually really beautiful but I cry everytime I think of the anime)

5. You can become a hero // Hayashi Yuki

(Again, I can sleep listening to this man's music- SO GOOD)

6. Two Ghosts // Harry Styles

(An English song actually popped up in my shuffle, and I'm not complaining with the choice. Jk, I love his songs ^^)

7. Prayer X // King Gnu

(The type of song I would cry to at 2 am)

8. Departures // EGOIST

(I love singing along to this!!)

9. Reason Living // SCREEN mode

(This song and the anime is just ❤❤❤)

10. Hikari Are // BURNOUT SYNDROMES

(This band gives me life <3)

These 10 songs are just perfect, I am so proud xD

Okay, let me tag- @kaiwewi @emerqlds @villain-enthusiast-personal @amethysts-sideblog

you can usually tell a lot about a person by the type of music they listen to. put your favourite playlist on shuffle and list the first ten songs then tag ten people! no skipping!

tagged by @idspendallnight thank you!!

living a lie // daniel zott

in the rain // joe hisaishi

lost stars // keira knightly

「よっ!ご陽気もの」風のアドリブ // yuki hayashi

heartbeat //  joe hisaishi

experience // ludovico einaudi

beginning of the end movement V // the newton brothers

paper rings // taylor swift 

this is what being cheated on feels like // clinton kane

good morning beauty queen // jacob sigman

tagging: @maddieschaoticblog @liamisthesun @nevertoomanyhugs @carpe-clone @lady-of-the-spirit

suki desu

Of Monsters And Mondays

tw: family issues, implied abuse, arson, Christian church

Sam loved Mondays.

Monday was hands down the best day of the week. For the simple reason that it wasn’t Sunday anymore and it wouldn’t be Sunday again for a while.

He wished today was Monday. He wouldn’t be here if it was.

But no, it just had to be Sunday morning, 9 o’clock.

Ah fuck, how he despised this hellhole! Every damn week. Again and again. It hadn't changed even a bit since last Sunday, or the one before that, or probably any other Sunday since he'd been baptised here.

Samuel, that's what they'd named him. God hears.

Ironic, wasn’t it? Fast forward 16 long years and God still hadn't ever heard any of his prayers. Or maybe he had and just didn’t care enough to answer any of them. Whatever, made no difference.

Same old place,

same old bullshit.

His gaze travelled up the cracks in the ancient wall, like dead riverbeds carved into the land during a drought, then it flickered past the equally dried up looking image of a crucified Jesus in the stained-glass window. A little further up, he locked eyes with one of the gargoyles lurking on the edge of the roof. Always waiting. Always watching. Ready to pounce the second he turned his back on it.

Same old place,

same old bullshit,

same old monsters.

A horrible dread settled in his stomach, much too familiar and as heavy as the massive wooden door creaking open in front of him. The shadows behind it seemed a little too eager to swallow him. Like the greedy maw that door had turned into in one of his nightmares, where the building had come to live so it could devour him for real.

Not that the place wasn't plenty horrible as it was. He hadn't even set a foot in there and yet he already couldn't breathe. This day was going to suck.

If only he could make himself throw up on demand, then he'd already be puking his guts out all over that pretentious angel statue next to the main gate. Maybe then his mother would have mercy for once, or at least send him home to reflect on what he had done.

Yeah, right! Fat chance.

He cast his mother another pleading look, even when he already knew it would be hopeless.

And of course it was. It always was.

Her cold eyes narrowed, staring daggers at him. The accusation she'd left unspoken rang louder in his ears than the deafening stroke of the bell summoning the churchgoers to worship.

He might have almost been grateful she didn't bring any of it up again. Almost. Because even though she hadn't said anything in a while, she also hadn't smiled at him even once ever since she'd learned the whole truth about him.

What had he been thinking, confiding in her in the first place? He should have known better.

Now something like scorn marked her features every time she laid eyes on him. Disappointment. Disgust. Or perhaps it was just plain disregard for him as a person? Maybe she just didn't think him her son anymore. Maybe all he was to her now was a parental duty left to fulfil, while she awaited the day she could finally erase his presence from her life.

Once upon a secret shared, she may have been the warmth of a summer day, but now, with the deep lines of that scowl on her stony face, she might as well be one of the gargoyles.

And here he’d thought he was supposed to be the monster.

He’d been told he was the one who needed to pray for forgiveness. He was the one who needed to atone for his sins. He was the one who needed fixing. According to all of them, including his own mother, the monster was him.

And perhaps there was some truth to it. Perhaps it was in his nature. It would make sense. For what else could he possibly turn out to be, having a monster for a mother?

But enough of that. He wasn’t going to argue the point today. Nor ever again. Honestly, what good had appealing to his mother’s loving kindness done him so far? She probably didn’t even possess any.

An impatient jerk of her chin towards the open door told him all he needed to know.

Yeah, fuck this. Diplomacy could officially go screw itself!

Sighing deeply, he lowered his eyes, let his shoulders droop and obediently entered the church, for what he’d make sure would be his last Sunday service.

Tonight, he’d take matters into his own hands.

Tonight, he’d burn this godforsaken place down.

Tonight, he’d become the monster they insisted he was.

Come dawn, he’d finally be free. Reborn again a higher being, rising, a phoenix from the ashes of what had been his personal hell in a life he’d leave behind tomorrow.

Things were about to change drastically.

A new day.

A new week.

A new life.

Yet one thing would always remain the same.

Sam loved Mondays.

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Oh hello! It's that time of the month again, thank you ^^ 🌸