i just got this terrible idea for an aquarium au (its 4am dont expect anything great) based on that one part w/ ango and the voidfish and i want to document it before i forget (more under the cut lol)

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Fight For Me

Day 2:  prompt “with a kiss you can strip me defenseless.”

It’s been two years since Lucas picked Maya.

Maya came over one night crying her blue eyes out. I’ve never seen her cry so much. She feared that Lucas was going to pick me instead of her, and I knew he was because that same night he confessed his love to me and I did the same. My heart exploded with fireworks, but all of the bliss I felt disappeared when I saw devastation written all over Maya’s face. She didn’t need to be rejected by another guy in her life. First her father, then my uncle Josh, if I could prevent it. I wasn’t going to let there be a third time. So two years ago, I told Lucas he needed to choose her over me.

It’s been painful to watch them together. A small piece of my heart shatters away every time I watch as they shared a moment, but the piece would repair when Lucas and I would blindly share a moment. Within those two years, I kept the as much distance as I could. I needed to if I wanted to fall out of love with Lucas Friar. I stopped going with them to Topanga’s after school to do homework. I stop going to movies or dinner with any of them. I stopped seeing any of them outside of school.

So, when my dad discussed the idea of us possibly getting a foreign exchange student I thought maybe I could get into a foreign exchange program. I took majority of my summer to convince both of my parents it was a good idea. It proved to be difficult since I chose to spend my summer hours away in Philadelphia. So I mailed letters, emailed power points to them and whenever we video chatted it was almost as if it was a video conference. I needed this to work out, I needed time away from everyone to heal.

When summer was finally coming to an end, I had given up any hope of going. My parents are some tough nuts to crack. When there is only a week left of summer, I knew it was time to go back to New York. I was dreading it. I hadn’t seen or talked to anyone. I was running away from them, so I thought it was right to keep to myself. I took the train back home and my parents were there waiting, both of them wearing huge grins. They said they had a surprise.

The whole way home I can feel the anticipation growing. I know what I’m hoping the surprise would be, but I don’t want to get too excited just yet. When my dad finally pulls into the parking garage, I was sure I was going to lose it. They wear the same grins as we get out and walk into the building and to our apartment.

When we get inside, there are new purple suitcases with a big bow on them. This was their way of telling me I was going to be sending my first semester of junior year in England. They made all the arrangements already. I can’t help but bounce up and down with excitement.

It’s been two days since I’ve been back, and the only person who has come to see me since I’ve been gone is Farkle. I didn’t want to tell anyone about me going England, but eagerness I felt didn’t let me keep in a secret. I told me, and he begged me not to go. I thought if anyone was going support me it would be him, but I was wrong. I made him promise me not to tell anyone, before I told him to leave.

A few more days go by. I maneuver around my room trying to do all of the last minute packing I have to do when a soft knock on my window stops me from moving across my room. When I look over, I see Farkle standing there with sad eyes. I stay frozen in my spot staring back at him. I know why he I here. He’s the only one that knows I leave tomorrow.

“Please unlock the window Riley,” his voice is muffled by the think piece of glass separating the two of us. I drag my feet across my cold floor to the bay window and hover my hand over the lock. “Please,” he says softly.

I stare into his eyes, and I can see them pleading me to open up. If I do, he’ll just convince me not to leave but it’s something I need to do. So instead of unlocking the window, I draw the curtains shutting him out. I don’t want to see anyone in the group right now.

I continue to move about grabbing my belongings and placing them into my suitcases. I’m excited to leave. I still haven’t told anyone I’m going to England for the semester. Not ten minutes after I pushed Farkle away, I hear another knock at my window. This time the knock it more impatient.

“I thought you’d get the hint I needed to be alone Farkle,” I say as I saunter to my covered window. I pull the curtains back and my eyes go wide. I met by green eyes that have always made me weak in the knees.

“Please let me in.” I don’t hesitate to reach for the lock. I have no self-control when it comes to him. He’s almost like a drug and whenever I can have a taste. I’m going to. “I needed to see you,” he says pulling himself through the window. “You’ve been gone all summer, and I knew you’d have to be here since school starts tomorrow.” He looks around my room and his eyes land on my bed, “Where are you going?”

“Away,” I say under my breath. “Wh-what,” I swallow the lump in my throat, “what are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be with Maya?”

He stares at me trying to lock eyes with me, but I keep my eyes locked down on my hands. “Maya and I aren’t together anymore. We ended everything at the beginning of summer. You would have known if you were around.”

“I needed to get away, especially after-“

“After I kissed you on the last day of school,” he cuts me off and I nod my head.

“You shouldn’t have done that,” I whisper still not lifting my gaze.

“Look at me please,” he put his two fingers under my chin puling my head up. “I can see it in your eyes how hurt you are.”

Tears start to fill my eyes as a menacing laugh escapes my lips, “Of course I’m hurt Lucas! You picked Maya over me!”

“You told me to!” he shouted.

His tone sends a shiver down my body, “And you listened.” I whisper. “You didn’t object the idea once.” A single tear falls down my cheek, “I wanted you to fight for me, but instead you didn’t. I watched as you and Maya shared kisses, laughs, everything that you were supposed to be sharing with me.” More tears escape, “I thought you would fight for me, but you didn’t.”

“I didn’t know I had a choice. I didn’t want to hurt you Riley.”

I brush the tears away, “And how did that work out for you.”

“I love you, Riley,” he says so softly and sincere.

Silence fills the air before I finally speak up, “I think you need to go Lucas. I have to finish up here.”

“I’m guessing I won’t see you tomorrow,” I nod for confirmation. “Will I see you soon?” I shake my head, “Where are you going?”

“I’m going to England.” His eyes go wide. “I need this.”

He wastes no time in embracing me into a hug. I don’t fight, I sink into his hug and I wish I could stay here forever. He pulls away a little and his green eyes meet my brown ones. His face is so close to mine, that I can feel his breath on my lips. It’s taking everything inside of me not to close the gap between us, but he tries to.

“I can’t,” I whisper before his lips can touch mine.

“Please, just once last kiss.”

I pull away shaking my head. “I can’t Lucas. You don’t understand what your kisses do to me. With a kiss you can strip me defenseless, and with you I already have none. I’m scared If I let you kiss me, you’ll ask me to stay and I will.”

His eyes are still locked on mine, “How long will you be gone?”

“Until I feel like my heart is safe from you.”

“If you give me a chance, I can prove to you that I’m worth it. That your heart doesn’t need protecting from me,” his eyes are pleading with me.

“I think you really should leave,” I say lightly pushing him towards to window.

He starts to climb out, and once he finally is he sticks his head in, “I’m going to wait for you Riley Matthews. I made the mistake once of not fighting for you I won’t do it again.”

I try my best to hide small smirk my lips form. “Bye Lucas.”

Once he pulls his head through, I close the window and close the curtains. I know it’s now safe to let my Smiley Riley smile loose. That’s all I ever wanted him to do was fight for me, and it feels good to know that he will even with me being so far way. 

Oh look another headcannon…This one is for @whyldkratts‘s Role Swap AU. I have this headcannon that Buster heard Mike singing while he was helping johnny fix the set for an act. And Buster with all of his Gunter-esk enthusiasm would NOT keep quiet while hearing a voice of an angel. (PS Shy Mike is my SHIT)

Inktoberwatch day 25, favorite legendary skin

andrewsneils  asked:

hello! i love your writing and your andrew is so very in character that i need to ask for your help! i just got into tfc and andreil, and my fingers are itching to write fanfic. the problem, tho, is that i'm not sure how to write andrew properly. so i'm asking: can you give me a few tips, pointers, and any help possible? thank you so much!!!

ahhh thank you so much!! this really means a lot, i’ve actually spent a bunch of time trying to figure out how to write andrew because he’s such a unique character and i don’t think i’m 100% accurate but it’s really flattering to hear people think i’m good at writing him ahah <3 i’ve also written a bit on andrew here, which doesn’t quite answer your question but honestly i just spent ages on it and it has a lot of my thoughts on Understanding Andrew so

the number one tip is obviously to reread the books and just pay close attention to him. we see him through neil’s eyes, so until the last book neil does not have an accurate read on andrew, so you’ve got to be aware of that in trying to get an objective idea of who andrew is.

then i have a few things that i try to keep in mind when writing andrew. the first is that he has a really strict moral code - to me, he’s a lawful neutral (that doesn’t all fit perfectly; essentially it just means to me that he has a strong sense of what should and should not happen, but it does not really align with anyone else’s morals). for instance, he doesn’t lie. he doesn’t necessarily tell the truth, and he avoids it whenever possible, and when he’s medicated he makes a lot of jokes that dance around the truth. so he isn’t an honest person, but he does not lie. and he’ll bend any rule or moral in order to fulfill his promises and protect his people. 

when it comes down to it, andrew’s actions are relatively easy to predict - he will do what it takes to follow his own rules. he will protect kevin, aaron, and eventually neil, and he has his hierarchy of people. he has his topics to avoid. and then beyond that, he’s pretty much just in pursuit of a reason to keep going. he wants things to be interesting. so outside of his promises, he’s pretty fucking chaotic just because that’s more interesting. exy is more interesting when he’s fucking it up; kevin’s more interesting when he’s pissed off; and then neil’s just plain interesting. 

actions-wise in writing, while on medication he moves a lot and grins a lot and it’s all very sharp imagery. post-medication, he’s still. that’s pretty much the only guidelines. he always has a flat tone, though. he’s not an expressive person and that’s intentional. this is similar to how he talks - on the medication, he’ll joke and make references and it’s very jarringly larger than life. off medication, he doesn’t really spare words or movement. he does and says as little as possible and he’s a lot more likely to stare at someone who doesn’t get it (because they should be able to put it together, it’s not his problem if they don’t) than explain himself. a lot of this adds up to the general person seeing him as super standoffish and a dick and dishonest, when in actuality he just isn’t going to guide a horse to water.

i don’t know. this isn’t by any means comprehensive, because andrew is a really really complex character, and i’m definitely no expert. these are just the things i try to keep in mind when writing him? like it’s important to remember that he literally does not care. it’s important to remember his trauma and how it’s affected him (but obviously we don’t know all the details of it so there’s only so far that goes). it’s important to notice the differences from him being on meds and after. there are lots of intricacies so i really do suggest just doing a reread of the books and trying to pick out certain scenes - especially in the early books when neil’s just ???? about him - and trying to pick apart his motivations. that’s what i found helped me get to grips with him best. 

hope this helps <3

anonymous asked:

sometimes the fanon interpretation of sabo is so weird to me like?? how did he become this soft small flower child.. have y'all seen the look in his eyes when he's fighting marines smh. I mean ofc sabo is adorable but I wonder why so much of the fandom likes to ignore everything else about him.

lol well i certainly haven’t done anything to stop the spread of that fanon interpretation, though that’s less because i actually interpret sabo as being that way and more bc…..i just like pastels and flowers… fave could be literally anyone and i’d still draw cutesy shit of them with pastels and flowers bc that’s just My Brand ™

tbh it often seems to me like the fandom likes to split into two sides when it comes to interpreting sabo: either he’s an ultra nice goody two shoes sweetheart or he’s a sadistic murderous rage monster, when in reality…….both and neither are true, at least imo.  

sabo’s a good person who’s fighting for what’s right and what he believes in and is deeply loyal to the people he cares about, but he’s also rude and blunt and dorky.  he seems to take pleasure in fighting and threatening people and is quick to anger, but he also doesn’t needlessly kill people and is always ready to help those in peril.  

that’s kinda just… is always is with fanon, though.  people will take one aspect of a character’s personality and exaggerate it to meet their personal tastes.  i’ve talked about it before, but there’s also a level with both ace and sabo where people tend to interpret them as still being like their child selves (sabo is the ~nice smart~ one, ace is the  ~angry rude tsundere~ one) regardless of whether or not they’re actually like that as adults.