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Hey you all, how are you today? It's just me trying to interact more with people on here because I'm really bad at talking about myself lol T-T.

But please feel free to talk to me, or ask me anything, literally, I'm always happy to interact and make some new friends. Instead of just posting my writing here, I'll definitely make an effort to talk more because that's how you find like minded people right? (I'm pretty sure that's how writing communities and such are born), so yeah, let's talk:)

This has gone on long enough lol/ thank you for reading through my silly attempts at conversation.

Thanks so much for the tag @nightfrostshadow :)

RULES: we’re snooping in your playlist !! put your entire music library on shuffle and list the first ten songs and then choose 10 victims.

1. Pheonix- Burnout Syndrome

2. Stage kara kimi ni sasagu- Centimillimental

3. Hollywood- Lewis Capaldi

4. Ai ni dekiru koto wa mada aru kai- RADWIMPS

5. Polaris- Blue Encount

6. Kizuato - Centimillimental

7. A peaceful sadness (soundtrack)

8. Ebb and flow - Ray

9. Come back to love - Sture Zetterberg

10. Tsuiraku- Centimillimental

So this is it^^ and its funny because I don't remember listening to the English ones much, rest of it is Japanese as expected haha😂

Tagging: @kaiwewi @villain-enthusiast-personal @larinzz

RULES: we’re snooping in your playlist !! put your entire music library on shuffle and list the first ten songs and then choose 10 victims.

tagged by @diogxnes. i’m gonna use my spotify “on repeat” playlist for this.

1. Pieces and Pieces - The Rough and Tumble

2. 12-26 - Kimya Dawson

3. Up the Wolves - The Mountain Goats

4. No Children - The Mountain Goats

5. I Like Giants - Kimya Dawson

6. Loose Lips - Kimya Dawson

7. I Miss You - Kimya Dawson

8. Dance Music - The Mountain Goats

9. Caving In - Kimya Dawson

10. Brother - Kodaline

y’all it’s fucking wild that there’s no showtunes on here. i listened to lea salonga’s performance of why god why at LEAST 17 times yesterday. also the way that 80% of these are tmg and Kimya Dawson… what the fuck is happening to me. i’m not mad about it but holy shit.

tagging: i don’t know ten people but i know for a fact i’m about to put @sunshineuponashelf on blast. i’ll also tag @amethyst-writer @raccooninthedaytime @aceemilythorne

I know I keep saying this, but you all are AMAZING, you know that? 150 followers, like how?! I'm sorry, I'm at a loss for words right now, but I want you all, each and every one of you to know that I appreciate the love so so much❤❤❤ And to the beautiful people I've met here, my sweet friends (you know who y'all are xD), your support makes my heart warm<3

Also, let me know what all you would like to see more from my blog in the comments. Is there a particular trope you people want to see? Any concept/scenario? Anything other than heroxvillain maybe? Anything at all, write it down please!! I'll probably try my hand at that as a celebratory thing^^

So once again, THANK YOU <3

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.

Thanks a lot for tagging me @nightfrostshadow and @creweemmaeec11 <3 sorry I'm a bit late for this^^ (this chain was so much fun!)

Tagging @kaiwewi and idk who else to tag because I think everyone's been tagged already. So @ anyone who hasn't done this yet and wants to do it:)

Picrew Chain!

So I also wanted to start one ahaha :) Just saw this one on Pinterest so here we go. Pretty sure this must already have been done but I haven’t seen anyone I know do it so hopefully this continues.

Make yourself and tag your friends!

This is the link

I did two because I couldn’t choose a hairstyle :D

I also just realised the black wasn’t black ahaha it made the hair brown but anyways.

Tagging- @amethysts-sideblog , @akawrites000 , @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi​ ,and anyone else who wants to join! 

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Thank you, that's so kind^^ 🌸 for you :)

Omg, thank you so much for remembering and tagging me, such a sweetheart @larinzz

Last song: Fake Protagonist by Getsunova

Last movie: Given

Currently reading: Hero/Villain fics on Tumblr (I'm so bad at reading novels lol)

Currently watching: Nothing atm, but I just finished 91 days a few days ago

Currently craving: energy and some self motivation so that I finish my wip

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Okay, almost all the people I know here have been tagged haha, so I'm sorry if I end up re- tagging anyone,

@kaiwewi @sunflower1000 @kactus-loves-writing @why-am-i-on-this-website-anyway @bigmoth16 @midnightmadnesss @great-day-today @caker-baker @yourheartonfire

Catch up tag

Rules: tag 9 people you’d like to know better/catch up with.

Thank you @regan-wickworre for the tag.

Last Song: Guren no Yumiya - Linked Horizon

Last Movie: Howl’s Moving Castle

Currently Reading: Thunderhead by Neal Shusterman

Currently Watching: Attack on Titan season 4

Currently Craving: A hot chocolate and some good company (anyone up for raving about their WIPs?)

@chazzawrites, @writingonesdreams, @tae-mv, @perditism, @starryeve88, @writingbyjillian, @seven-days-was-all-she-wrote, @sleepyowlwrites, @peepos-prose, passing this on to you, hope you’re all doing well :)

Yes totally, come at me xD

Reblog this if its okay for your followers to introduce themselves to you.

Just come to my ask box and tell me stuff about yourself. Your pets. Your favorite music. What you had for breakfast this morning. Literally anything you want, I love making new friends

Needy (Part 1)

Where the Hero is a greenie and meets with the famous Villain around town through a flurry of fists and curses. They have a rosy outlook on everything and it drives the Villain nuts.

"Heroes are such needy things," the Villain sneered, their dagger a breath away from the Hero's trembling throat.

"G-get away from me!" , the Hero attempted to push the Villain away, but they just couldn't muster the strength in their limbs anymore- their fight had stretched for far too long and the Hero has been running on a mere three hours of sleep for the entire week.

" Really such needy, needy things..." the Villain continued their taunts- taunts which the Hero would have blatantly ignored if they were in a better state of mind- but that they weren't.

The Hero shivered under the Villain's intense gaze, torn by the curiosity to know what they had meant and their moral compass which told them to steer clear from any words that fell out of a Villain's mouth. So the Hero decided to do something that didn't require too much energy- they had seen this happen in movies before (and they hoped desperately, that it applied to this situation)- they stared into the Villain's amber eyes.

The Villain stopped their taunting for a moment, meeting the Hero's stern gaze. "What's wrong? Is my favourite Hero tongue-tied?"

This voice laced with sarcasm, the Hero didn't want to believe that anything it said was true, but he really wanted to know- were heroes really needy creatures? If so, what exactly made them needy?

The Hero realised that they weren't supposed to go into an inner epiphany with a dagger pressed to their throat, but they were just unbelievably curious.

Curiosity kills the cat- they guessed that curiosity could kill heroes too.

Sucking in a sharp breath and relishing the feeling of oxygen, well aware that this might be the last breath of air that they could taste, the Hero made their decision-

"Explain what that means Villain."

The Villain smirked so wide, the Hero thought that their cheeks would split. "Quite the curious Hero aren't you?" , they said, abandoning their dagger, sheathing the metal object back into it's scabbard.

The Hero was perplexed, "what are you- AAGH!", they gasped as the Villain's long fingers wound around their throat, promptly cutting off their air supply . The Villain leaned in closer, just enough to hear the angry rasps that fell out of the Hero's abused throat, their eyes glaring down darkly at them.

"If you thought that I would give you the answer just because you asked me to, you have a long way to go greenie."

Black spots marred the Hero's vision and they could feel their eyelids become heavier by the second. But even on the edge of losing consciousness, the Hero couldn't help but think that the Villain's fingers were gentle in their own way- they weren't crushing their windpipe mercilessly in one go, but instead pressing down on it gently, slowly, like someone who preferred suffocating someone with a pillow rather than stabbing them with a dagger.

Or maybe I'm just finally losing my mind- the Hero thought, and reading way too many hero/villain fanfics.

The last ember of strength finally died and the Hero closed their eyes.

this was meant to be a prompt, but ended up turning into a snippet/i have no regrets/the hero is a hopeless romantic/villain has no clue what's happening in that little head of his nemesis/ part 2 will be up soon!

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The candy anon again^^ Thank you, I hope you don't mind me calling you that haha, have a lovely day! 🌸❤