Leave me alone. I am NOT worth it.
I am not something you can
fix.I am BEYOND broken.
Please like/reblog if you’re fine with abusive, kidnapping, torturous plots. I need some people to para with so yeah. Thanks.
people being interested in my oc
people asking in-depth questions about my oc
people asking in-depth questions about my oc that I don’t know how to answer without giving too much of the story away
➸ gets into a cab only to find someone else already inside AU
➸ out walking their dog who starts chasing after the other person’s dog AU
➸ cat/dog runs away and other person finds it AU
➸ mistaken identity AU
➸ pen pals AU
➸ sit next to each other in orchestra AU
➸ partners in (literal) crime AU (theft? fraud? hacking? murder?)
➸ partners in dance class AU
➸ trapped on a deserted island together AU
➸ wizard AU where one accidentally apparates into the wrong house
➸ protester and police officer AU
➸ lab partners AU
➸ new neighbors AU
➸ one’s blind and falls in love with the other’s voice AU
➸ hair stylist/make up artist and actor/model AU
➸ bffs when they were little but one moved away and they run into each other again AU
➸ mailman(/woman) and person who receives a lot of mail AU
➸ private detective and client AU
➸ archaeologist AU
➸ paramedic AU
➸ runaway royalty and confused commoner AU
➸ android and human AU
➸ ghosts in love AU
➸ go to the same support group AU
➸ just keep running into each other everywhere AU
➸ orchestra player/pianist and concertgoer AU
➸ younger siblings are best friends AU
➸ photographer and model AU
➸ writer and editor AU
➸ immortal and non-immortal AU
➸ screenwriter and director AU
➸ greek god and roman counterpart AU
➸ ALL OF THE AUS
honestly i hate when people try to sugar coat shit like if you don’t like me or don’t wanna hang or don’t wanna talk to me just fucking tell me don’t keep ignoring me and expect me to figure out the hint like that’s such a bitch ass move i’d rather hear it from you than be ignored 99% of the fucking time.
As a bisexual, it sickens me that some people WILL keep scrolling.
As the straight daughter of a gay man, it sickens me that some people will keep scrolling.
As a straight girl with a basic understanding of equality and love, it also sickens me that people will keep scrolling.
Violet eyes suspiciously stared down a note that just happened to be in his pocket. How it got there and who it was from, the lad had no idea.
As strange and a bit creepy as it was, it kind of felt nice getting a note like this during the month of love. Something about it just seemed cute. Not that he would admit it aloud.
"Umm…" He muttered as he took out pen and began to go into thought.
He wondered what this person talking about when they mentioned a valentine. He wasn’t going to ask, because he already knew the answer. After much thought, Kyle looked at the note, pressed the pen against the mysterious note, and began to write:
"Thanks for note mysterious notester." Kyle didn’t know what else to call the person who gave him the odd note, so he just went with that. Hope they wouldn’t take offense. "Well, not much has happened to this valentine season, except you sending me this note. "Lame but true. Thanks for asking though." For a moment the lad stopped the movement of his pen. Something like this doesn’t happen to the lad often. Some part of him was excited yet the other worried. This person could bring some serious trouble to him and his sister, then again not. So to humor this person, he’ll play along. Something that would make his days better? Hmm… "Well this note was kinda nice, so you can keep this up. There’s not much I can say that would make my day better, but go ahead and surprise me. I give you permission. Knock yourself out."
When the lad ceased writing he then began to wonder something else that was important.
How was this person suppose to receive his reply?
He liked to cook? Not that there was anything wrong with that, of course, but she wasn’t sure exactly how to work with the information. Willow paused, considering. Hmm… She lived in the forest and tended to spend quite a bit of her time around plants, no small chunk of said time sorting them. It would take a bit of preparation, but she had an idea. “Challenge accepted.”
The next morning, she tied a curl of mist around the gift like a bow, eyeing it critically. A pot bought from a local human market, boring on the outside. But under the lid, she had place carefully wrapped bundles of fresh herbs she thought he’d likely use in cooking: basil, thyme, cilantro, and others. “I hope this will suit, then. Both hands.”
It took magic similar to that of her two-way paper and she sent it to Kyle, knowing it would hover in the air until he touched it; hopefully he’d heed her earlier warning and hold it securely when he did so.
Moments after he had written his reply, he received a quick response;
The lad chuckled at the letters then folded the note, and laid on the couch. As he laid there he stared at the ceiling, his mind wondered as his eyes slowly shut closed. Today, Kyle was quite tired from ‘work’ and strangely his sister was no one to be seen at the moment. Very strange indeed. He didn’t bother worrying about her, something told him, she was alright. Besides he was way to tired to go and look for her. She’d be home soon.
Early the ext day, Kyle opened his eyes. Where was he again? Right, he was in the living room. Rubbing his eyes and groaned in slight disappointment, he slowly got up then suddenly pain in his in his neck. Even though he had enough hours of sleep, it certainly didn’t feel like it. The side of neck was stiff and a bit hard to turn his head. Yes it was annoying and a bit painful, but Kyle will live. He’s been though worse of course. It would just seem childish if he couldn’t especially with his past.
Assuaging his strained neck a bit to relieve some of the pain, the lad soon noticed something strange.
Kyle narrowed his eyes in slight disbelief. “A floating pot?” He mouthed then rose from his spot and dawdled over.
As he came closer, he noticed the pot was wonderfully hand crafted, and he smell faint scents of herbs. Carefully, Kyle took a hold of the floating pot and brought it closer to him for further expection. Once he touched the pot, gravity quickly remembered it’s role. The pot was heavier then it looked, and if Kyle simply touched the pot rather then taking it, it would’ve dropped and spill anything within onto the floor.
Once the pot was in his possession, he walked over into the kitchen and set it on a counter top. He wasted no time and opened the pot. A small smile creased his face as he took each bundle of herbs, one by one. Kyle doesn’t always receive gifts, but when he does, he truly appreciates it.
The combined smells of the fresh herbs, basil, thyme, cilantro, rosemary, etc. just kept that smile on his face. He looked around in the cabinets for containers to put them all into. He soon found a few small sized jars for each bundle to be placed into and a permanent marker to label them all. And like before he he took the bundles out of the pot, they were all placed into jars and put away in the same manner. The task didn’t take him long. When he was done,he put the pot away with the others.
He searched his pockets and found the 2 way letter and began to write.
”Thanks for present." He wrote. "It’s nice knowing that I got some fresh ingredients to cook with now. It’d be nice to know your name now or better yet see you in person." Kyle paused for a moment to think then began writing again. "We can meet whenever you’re available and wherever you like. Just tell me and I’ll be there.”