#<- yeah this one happens really early on too so like. imagine the level of pining that happens once lloyd gets to properly know javier.

[lloydfrontera]

lloyd canonically thinks that javier looks like "a piece of fine sculpture, matching his elegant appearance" when he's sleeping. like. that's just canon. i don't even have to be creative in my reading interpretation that's literally what lloyd thinks of javier this is not fair how am i supposed to believe that this man isn't crushing hard on his best friend i know i tend to my have my shipping googles on a lot of the time but. i really don't think this one is on me tbh.

[pnghoon]

심재윤ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⨾ 󠀠ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤwho knows? i might let you make me juno.

(🎼) ── 𝓢IM JAEYUN [제이크] ⁞ ㅤㅤ𝓰. fluff, crack, married au, humor, suggestive???ㅤㅤ୨୧ㅤㅤ warnings : est. relationship, not proofread, skinship, kissing, suggestive themes but nothing crazy, pet-namesㅤ⟡ㅤ!nonidol hubby !ikeu 𝔁 fem baby fever wife !reader ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤᯓ ꒰ wc : 1.6k꒱ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤsynopsis .ᐟ in which your husband seems to be painfully clueless to your advances... ── 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 ᡣ𐭩

juno's note ─ hehehehehehehhe i feel the baby kicking in me already while writing this!!! /j if you enjoyed reading this, please be sure to like & reblog !! ♡

you weren’t really sure when the baby fever started.

maybe it was that day your adorable niece fell asleep on your chest. or maybe it was when you passed by a store window and saw the tiniest pair of shoes imaginable, and your ovaries staged a coup. either way, it was happening.

the problem was: your husband. sim jaeyun, jake sim, seemed to think nothing of it. zero. zilch. absolutely no thoughts. you were starting to think your husband had no peripheral vision. either that or he had unlocked a state of zen so deep that even a flashing neon sign reading "put a baby in me" wouldn’t disrupt the peace in his goldfish-level intellect.

you wanted it. so bad. the whole messy, sleep-deprived, snack-packing, lullaby-singing adventure. and honestly? you figured jake would be on the same page.

he was not on the same page. jake wasn’t even in the bookstore.

you had tried everything.

you would bring up themes of raising a child any chance you could. even before bed when the lights were off. hell, you even started buying books about the jovial moments of motherhood. but still--nothing.

you were sure jake wasn’t dumb. i mean, the man built ikea furniture without the instructions once. he knew how to calculate the tip before the bill even hit the table. he even explained quantum tunneling to you using gummy bears and a freshly opened cereal box.

so why--just why--was he so blissfully, frustratingly, and painfully oblivious to the fact that you wanted a damn baby.

not a dog. not a car. not a plant. a full-fledged, tiny little version of the two of you.

you started simple.

"you ever wonder what our kid would look like?" you asked over breakfast one morning, twirling your spoon in your cereal while leaving no room for misinterpretation.

jake blinked up from his pancakes, "huh? oh, i dunno. maybe a mix of us? or like, 75% me, 25% you. no offense, baby, but my genetics are kinda elite."

you stared.

he kissed your forehead and stole your toast.

and that’s when you knew. it wasn’t cluelessness. it was arrogance. delusion. you married a mad man who thought his genetics were too good not to dominate the gene pool.

you glared at his retreating back as he happily munched on your toast, muttering something about "dominant jawlines" and "superior hair texture." you were this close to calling his mother and asking if he had always been this dense, or if marriage had fried his brain.

but you weren’t a quitter.

and if your husband wouldn’t see the signs? well, maybe it was time to make the signs a little harder to ignore.

you had it displayed on the coffee table like it was fine art. "nurture: a modern guide to pregnancy, birth, early motherhood--and trusting yourself and your body" the book was simple, with a soft off-white backdrop and a circular peachy hue design in the center.

you left it in the bathroom. nothing.

you left it on the coffee table. crickets.

you even left it on the kitchen island near his morning coffee. he used it as a coaster.

you felt like you were slowly losing your mind.

then one evening, you walked into the bedroom to find jake lounging with the book open on his lap.

you felt your pulse quicken.

"oh my god, you’re reading it?" you gasped, your excitement bubbling over like a shaken soda can.

he looked up, a soft smile on his face. "yeah, babe. it’s actually really insightful. i didn’t realize how much there is to know."

you pressed a hand to your chest, feeling like you might faint. "so... you’ve been thinking about it? about everything?"

he blinked at you, a confused expression crossing his face. "what? oh, no, i just had it here while i was eating snacks. It made a great surface for my chips, and the book’s sturdy--didn’t want to ruin it."

you stood frozen in the doorway, utterly speechless, as he nonchalantly reached for the bowl of chips sitting on top of your cherished book.

you considered divorce for exactly 2.5 seconds.

maybe you had to up the stakes.

every friday, you and jake had a movie night ritual. you’d alternate picking movies, and each time, you’d "accidentally" pick a movie that had a subtle theme of parenthood or babies--mostly romantic comedies with happy, chaotic families. but this particular friday night? you were taking no chances.

"so what do you want to watch?" jake asked, sprawling out on the couch, his arm slung over the backrest like he was ready for a good nap.

"oh, i was thinking we could watch baby mama tonight," you suggested, trying to sound casual as you pretended to scroll through the streaming options.

jake raised an eyebrow, a lazy grin spreading across his face. "that’s a classic, huh?"

"yeah, classic," you nodded proudly, pretending not to notice his lack of enthusiasm. "it's about two women and their...well, you know, their journey to becoming parents. super funny stuff."

he looked at you, still oblivious. "cool, sounds like a real feel-good movie. i'm all in."

as the movie played, you shot him a sly glance. "don’t you think babies are the cutest? i mean, especially when they giggle."

"yeah, babies are cool," he mumbled dismissively, munching on popcorn, clearly more interested in the snack than the conversation.

you sighed dramatically, thinking maybe, just maybe, this would be the night he'd catch on. but jake? nope. he just laughed at the jokes and passed the popcorn as if nothing had changed.

you sat there, defeated for the moment. you made a mental note to yourself: this wasn’t over.

you figured maybe you weren’t being direct enough. maybe you needed to turn the heat up.

and by heat, you meant lingerie.

the baby pink kind. with lace. and frills.

and little bows that screamed "breeder."

you strutted into the bedroom like a temptress straight out of a romcom, all hip sway and bedroom eyes.

he looked up from his sudoku puzzle and blinked. "woah. what’s the occasion?"

you leaned in, draped your arms around his shoulders, and whispered, "just thinking it might be fun to… try something new."

his eyes lit up.

progress.

he smirked. "ooh, like sudoku together?"

you nearly ripped your bow off and strangled him with it.

you were starting to get restless. either jake had a brain the size of a peanut or he just didn't like the idea of having a child with you.

you felt like you’d tried everything. baby books, baby movies, leaving your laptop open with your carter's cart filled with tiny onesies out on the coffee table. you even went as far as to borrowing your friend’s toddler for an afternoon. what did jake think? the second you walked in with chubby little noah propped on your hip, his eyes went wide. he stared at you like you’d just kidnapped a random baby--glancing nervously toward the door as if expecting the cops to burst in any second.

but despite all of it, the weird thing was--he was still the same jake. still kissed your forehead every morning. still left cute little notes in your lunch. still brought you that weirdly specific strawberry lemonade you liked without asking.

you knew he loved you. deeply. fully. unapologetically. but god, if he didn’t see your hints soon you were going to lose it.

and then one night, it all cracked.

you were curled up on the couch with a pillow under your sweater--mostly as a joke. another friday movie night, another baby-themed film. this time it was life as we know it, and you were two glasses of wine deep and high off frustration.

"ugh," you groaned, nudging jake with your foot. "i’d be such a cute mom."

he hummed. "you’d be the cutest."

"i’d give the best snacks. and i’d totally make our kid wear matching halloween costumes with us. no exceptions."

"you’d be so annoying about it," he laughed.

"do you think i’d be a good mom?"

he looked over, really looked this time, and your fake pregnant pillow belly shifted slightly under your arm.

his lips curled.

"yeah," he said, soft. "you’d be amazing."

you blinked. "so--so you’ve noticed?"

he reached over, pulling the pillow out from under your shirt, then leaned in to kiss your nose. "i’ve known for weeks," he whispered.

"i--wait--you knew?"

he grinned, that same stupid, lazy grin that made you fall for him in the first place. "babe. you’ve been naming hypothetical babies for three weeks, you’ve got a pinterest board titled 'nursery room ideas,' and then you called me ‘daddy’ during sex--only to immediately clarify, 'like, paternal daddy, not the kinky one. kinda hard not to know.'"

you smacked his arm. he kissed you again.

"i was nervous! besides, why didn’t you say anything?!"

"because," he murmured, flipping you onto your back with one arm, pressing soft kisses down your jaw, "i was enjoying the show."

you fell silent for a moment. "you liked watching me suffer?"

"no," he whispered against your skin, "i liked seeing how cute you looked trying to manipulate me."

you felt your ears go bright red. "you're still an idiot," you murmured out.

he chuckled at your half-ass insult, before leaning in to kiss you--properly this time. slow, deep, with a promise tucked right in the middle. "i love that you want this. i want it too. i was just waiting for you to ask."

you flushed. "so…?"

"so let’s do it," he said simply. "let’s have a baby."

𝓢igning off... @pnghoon

── 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 [OPEN 🗯] @onlyhees @amouriu @greentulip @enhluv1 @samiikeu @hoonwhile @dearrwoni @won4kiss @jakesangel

[theocddiaries]

Sonic: There's someone at school who's making Tails' life miserable. Shadow: What happened? Sonic: I don't know; he won't tell me. But he's more anxious than I've seen him in a long time. Can you take him to class today, please? Shadow: Why me??? Sonic: Because if I go, I'll lose it. You know me. I don't want to make it worse for him. Shadow: Yeah, you’re right. When that kid's involved, you can’t control yourself… Sonic: Exactly. So, you take him to school today? Shadow: But the kid hates me. Sonic: Please, Shads, it’s just dropping him off and leaving. It’s not that hard. --- Tails: I’m late for class. Shadow: …I know. I can read the time. Tails: Doesn’t look like it, because I’m late for class. Shadow [takes a slow breath]: Alright, I’m sorry, okay? Tails: At least you could write me an excuse. That’s what Sonic does. Shadow: Then you should’ve asked him before I had to drag you out of the house before we would be even more late. Principal: Well, look who’s late. Are you his brother? Tails: Ew, no. Shadow: No, no-- Principal: Honestly, I’m not surprised you’re denying it. Shadow: No, I'm no denying anything, he's really not-- Principal: I’d deny it too, seeing how the kid turned out. All he does is disrupt class and waste his classmates’ time. But what can you expect from a child who was basically feral until he was four? I imagine he’s driving you crazy at home too. [grabs Tails by the hand]: Off to class now-- Shadow [steps in front of them, blocking the way]: No, no. Excuse me, what did you just say about the kid? You know what, instead of going to class, why don’t we go see the principal and get their opinion on your teaching methods? Tails [whispers]: She is the principal. Shadow: Oh… Well, then I’ll say it to your face. Do you think it’s appropriate to insult your students? He’s just a kid. If your self-esteem is so low that you’re personally offended by him being smarter than you and everyone else in this dump of a building, then go to therapy. Don’t give him a complex. The reason we’re late is because you’ve got him so terrified and anxious that he barely wants to come here anymore. Got it? Shadow [grabs Tails by the hand and pulls him close, then picks him up]: And just so you know, if this kid wants to be an aerospace engineer, a mechanical physicist, or invent a whole new career, he’ll do it. Because my brother has the brains for that and more. [walks to the door]. Tails: You know what I want to be when I grow up??? Shadow: Of course I do; you talk about it all the time. Tails: And you called me your brother? Shadow: …Do you want to talk about that or go get some ice cream? Tails: Ice cream. [A while later, they return home] Sonic: Why are you back so early? Tails: Shadow got into it with the principal. Sonic: What? Shadow: I’ll explain later… If the school doesn’t call you to explain first. Sonic: What happened??? Tails: We left after Shadow told her off and left her speechless. It was awesome. [tugs on Sonic’s arm to bring him down to his level]: Can you date Shadow forever, please?? Shadow: That depends on how he takes the fact that I got you kicked out of school. Sonic: You got kicked out?? Tails: In his defense, we walked out. Sonic: Okay, um… Hey, why don’t you go check on the food in the kitchen, and you’ll tell me about it later? Tails [nods and leaves] Sonic [smirking]: So I’m the one who can’t keep it together when the kid’s involved? Shadow: …Shut up.

Part 1

[simpshaaaa]

Cale without Alver: *grumblings when something annoying happened n let it go*

Cale with Alver: *yapping when something annoying happened and getting more pissed*

They cannot sit together in class because Cale will complain to Alver when minor inconveniences happened

And Alver indulges it more by laughing and adding more fuel to Cale's annoyance

Cale: Yeah, I don't get their problems at all, what about me that gotta do with their own goddamn lives??

Alver: Maybe they should've kept to themselves

Cale: EXACTLY WHAT I'M SAYING!??!! I'M LITERALLY JUST BREATHING???! WHAT IS THEIR PROBLEMS WITH ME!???!!?

And Alver had to hold himself from bursting his ass out laughing out loud

Because Cale is usually so calm and collected, to see him in that kind of state made Cale looks so goofy with his face getting redder n redder from anger

I really love how comfortable they are with each other

Alver may yap a lot but at the end of the day, he's actually a very quiet extrovert

While Cale is a very quiet and cold kinda person, he's actually a very loud introvert when comfortable

See why I love alcale

Cale won't stop yapping and Alver won't let Cale stop yapping either

I like to imagine they're neighbours and go to school together and Cale would start Alver's day with a small complaint like how it's too early for him to wake up everyday

It's the same old complaint, but Alver never gets sick of it

He just finds it funny Cale complaining about waking up early when going to school with Alver when he could've just gone much later without Alver

They inseparable my lord

Ahh they also have a different group of friends

During lunch Cale goes to his group and Alver goes to his club members

Even if they're inseparable, they can get sick of each others' guts lmao

And Cale would yap to his group about how annoying Alver is

But the level of yapping is just 15% power

Because 1) Cale loves and appreciates Alver. He doesn't want to talk badly of him too much, just a little complaint yk

And 2, Cale's friends don't know how to push Cale's button like how Alver knew

They laugh endearingly at him and move on

God I'm insane for alcale

No one but Alver knew Cale better head in hands

I love alcale

[fandomrewrites]

Legends Chapter 5: Threshing

Hi Riders, This chapter is a little shorter than my last two but it's Threshing so we finally get to see who (Y/N) bonds! I'm going to add a longer note at the end so I don't spoil anything but until then, I hope you like the chapter!

Chapters 13-15 in Fourth Wing Pairings: Xaden x Younger Sister, Liam x Best friend Warnings: Swearing, violence, death, spoilers from the book series Word Count: 5,524

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Gods, I can't wait for Threshing. It must feel amazing to bond a dragon, to fly for the first time. What will my dragon be like? Will any even want to bond with me? -Recovered correspondence from (Y/N) Riorson to Cadet Xaden Riorson

I sit in Eya's room on her bed, drawing, while she sits at her desk working on homework for Physics. We haven't had a lot of chances to spend time together since I started at the college so she invited me back to her room after dinner.

"Are you nervous for Threshing tomorrow?" Eya asks, glancing over her shoulder at me.

"Not really," I sigh. "Whatever happens tomorrow happens. My only goal is to survive but if I can't do that then obviously I wasn't met to be a rider."

Eya scoffs, "Please, you're probably the most rider coded marked one, even more than your brother. You always loved the idea of bonding. And you fit in here on an almost scary level."

I laugh, "It's because I'm ruthless isn't?"

"Ruthless, brutal, savage, cutthroat…" Eya trails off, a smirk on her face as she turns around to look at me properly.

"Yeah, yeah. No regrets. People have to know not to fuck with me. Though to be fair, it seems like some people still don't understand that. Maybe I just need to kill someone right in front of everyone, battle brief would do."

Eya laughs, throwing her head back, "Imagine the look on Markham's face." I start laughing too. "Oh my Gods, I kind of want you to kill someone now, maybe that Barlowe kid?"

"You don't understand how badly I want to kill him. Every time he opens his mouth it's like listening to a cat die."

Our laughter dies out, "Xaden is going to kill me for encouraging this."

"I won't tell him if you don't."

"Deal." She smiles at me, "Do you know which dragon you're going for? Any stand out at Presentation?"

"Honestly, I'm not sure. They were all beautiful, but I didn't feel a connection to any of them. What was it like for you? Did you know?"

Eya nods, "I knew once Presentation was over. Once everyone went through I just kept thinking about this emerald green dragon, it was like I couldn't think of anything else. My heart lead me to her during Threshing and she bonded me."

"Seems like it was easy."

"It was, but it's not like that for everyone, some dragons want to make it a bit more challenging so they know if you're the right fit for them. Maybe that's what your dragon is doing. Leran said I didn't need to prove myself, she knew and she called out to me right when Threshing started."

I look down at my drawing of the two feathertails, tracing over one of the wings. "It's funny, the only dragons I even feel remotely close to are the feathertails, but they don't bond. They can't hold a rider."

"Which dragon was close to the feathertails? Maybe that's yours?"

"It was a brown one," I pause, "But I don't know. Maybe my dragon just wasn't there. Maybe I'm destined to repeat a year."

Eya shakes her head, "No, you're incredible. There's definitely a dragon for you, you'll find them tomorrow." I smile at her before turning back to my drawing.

*_*_*_*_*

It's early morning on October first; Threshing is today. It doesn't matter which day of the week or the weather, Threshing is always on the same day every year. I wake up for my morning run, quietly leaving the room. Dain's waiting for me as usual, his arms crossed. "I had a feeling you lied yesterday."

I roll my eyes, he tried to convince me not to go running today since I'd be busy all day dealing with Threshing. After his persistence I told him I'd sleep in, hoping to finally get some peace and quiet on a run. "Can't blame a girl for trying." I mumble, maybe if I annoy him enough he'll stop coming with me, "Ready for our run, sweet cheeks?" I smile brightly.

Dain rolls his eyes, "Let's do this." We take off, starting off at a light jog before gradually running faster. We stay out for about 20 minutes before Dain starts talking, "Do you know what dragon you're going for today?"

I shake my head. Dain likes to talk during these runs, I've slowly started to answer his questions but it's usually short replies, just yes and no answers and I'll ignore anything else, unless I know my response will annoy him. What can I say? Dain's fun to tease. "You should go for a red one."

"Isn't yours red?" I ask.

Dain nods, "Yeah, Cath is. Reds are typically fiery, you'd fit well with one."

"I know the dragons temperaments, you don't need to remind me." I roll my eyes, "Does that mean you think I'm fiery?"

As we see the school come back into view, we start slowing down. I see Dain look at me from the corner of my eyes, "Have you met you?"

I smirk, turning to look at him, "Are you fiery, Aetos?" This time he rolls his eyes, his eyes look far away and then a blush starts up his cheeks. My smirk widens, "What's the blush for?"

His eyes snap to mine, "What? I'm not blushing. I'm warm from the run."

"Uh huh, and Malek isn't the God of Death."

"Really considering telling one of your friends to start coming on runs with you." Dain mumbles.

I playfully roll my eyes, "You won't."

"You really think I won't?"

"It's been a couple of weeks and you haven't said anything to anyone. You even lied for me to Imogen. You won't say anything." I confidently say, walking backwards away from Dain, "See you later, squad leader."

*_*_*_*_* Violet

The squad is sitting around the breakfast table but I refuse to eat. I'm too nervous and I know it won't do me any good. Most of the cadets eat a light breakfast except for Ridoc and (Y/N). They're both eating like they normally do and I don't understand how. "How are you guys eating?" I ask.

"If I die today, I at least want to eat a good meal." Ridoc replies.

(Y/N) shrugs, "I'm not nervous."

The squad all turn to look at her, "What? How? We have a good chance of dying today, especially you with your last name." I say.

(Y/N) shrugs once more, "And? If I die I'm greeting Malek like an old friend, then I'm going to find my dad and tell him about all the shit I've gotten into since he died."

My jaw drops, "Gods, I wish I could think like that."

Rhiannon snorts, "I've come to the conclusion that (Y/N)'s not human. There's no way someone can be this unbothered about death."

"You forget that I witnessed the death of over 100 people, one of which was my own father. Death doesn't bother me. When I say I'd great Malek like an old friend, it's because he is." The table grows silent at (Y/N)'s words.

My heart pangs, (Y/N)'s grown on me a lot since we first met, enough were I consider her a friend. She's been nothing but kind to me since Parapet even when I tried to push her away because of her last name. And despite me jumping to conclusions about her, she never did the same to me. Hearing her talk so freely about witnessing her father's death makes me see (Y/N) differently.

She's been through so much and she's still such a good person. It makes me wonder why her father turned into a traitor. What was so important to him that he risked everything? "No need to get all quiet at my expense." (Y/N) eyes the group, bringing a piece of bacon to her lips.

"We just don't really hear you talk about that day," Trina replies quietly.

"Well yeah, I'm not going to be jumping for joy at the fact I watched my father and everyone that fought with him get incinerated in front of me." (Y/N) rolls her onyx eyes.

"Sorry, I didn't mean-"

"Don't worry about it." (Y/N) brushes her off, "Changing the topic, are you guys really all that nervous?"

Sawyer is the first to reply, "I don't know how you aren't. I'm not even nervous about dying, I'd rather die than not bond again."

"I personally would rather live and bond a dragon. So yeah, I'm nervous that that won't be the outcome." I answer.

"I'm with (Y/N). I'm confident in myself. I'm coming back a rider today." Tynan says.

I watch as (Y/N) rolls her eyes once more, she throws her long hair over her shoulder, "I never said I'm confident I'll bond. I think I will but no one knows how the mind of a dragon works. You can be the best in our year but if the dragon for you isn't bonding this year then you'll still end up unbonded. I'm just not nervous of whatever outcome I may have. I can die, I can be unbonded, or best case scenario I survive and bond. It doesn't matter to me, whatever happens happens."

"You'll bond," All of our heads turn as Bodhi walks up to our table, Xaden and Garrick on either side of him.

"You sure seem confident in me, cousin." (Y/N) replies.

"He's not the only one," Xaden says, Garrick nodding in agreement. Gods, when I said the Riorson's have good genes at Presentation, I absolutely meant it. All three of them are attractive. They look very similar; it's easy to tell they're related. Xaden's feature's are sharper than his sisters and cousins. Bodhi looks the most approachable out of all three. (Y/N) on the other hand looks intimidating, not because she looks scary but because I don't think I've ever seen someone as beautiful as her.

"Are Cuir, Chradh, and Sgaeyl telling you guys something that I should know?" (Y/N) asks, brows knitting together.

"Well, considering Sgaeyl told me she should had waited a couple years to bond so she can get you, I'd say there's at least one dragon out there that wants you."

Ridoc splutters, "She likes (Y/N) that much?"

"Why do you sound so surprised by that?" (Y/N) asks, "I'm amazing."

"Sgaeyl is terrifying!" Ridoc exclaims, causing Xaden to smirk.

"Chradh likes you too, according to him he's been talking you up to the other dragons." Garrick says, eyes locked on (Y/N).

"Tell him I said thank you." (Y/N) smiles.

"Cuir also has a good opinion of you." Bodhi smiles.

"Gods, how do I get all the dragons to like me?" Rhiannon asks.

"Okay, so a few bonded dragons like me?" (Y/N) rolls her eyes, "That doesn't mean one of the unbounded dragons will want to bond with me."

The three older marked ones exchange a look before turning back to (Y/N), "You'll bond." They say together. (Y/N) holds her hands up but doesn't argue.

Xaden reaches down, pressing a kiss to the top of (Y/N)'s head, "I'll see you later," He looks to the rest of us, briefly making eye contact with me, "Good luck everyone."

Bodhi wraps (Y/N) in a one armed hug, "Love you, cuz. Good luck guys."

Garrick gives (Y/N) a hug as well, "Good luck, Smiley." He nods at the rest of us before walking away with the others.

I sigh, "I was right, they really do love you."

(Y/N) laughs, "I never said they didn't." She turns to look at their table, a small smile on her face, "And I love them too, even though they drive me insane sometimes."

*_*_*_*_* (Y/N)

We're waiting in the bowl shaped valley for Threshing to start. Ridoc is currently heaving up the contents of his stomach by a tree. My nose scrunches up in disgust as I watch him. I turn away, noticing that Liam is approaching me. "Hey, good luck today." He says, wrapping me in a hug.

I hug him back, squeezing gently, "Good luck," I whisper to him.

He rests his head on top of mine, "We'll be fine, we'll come back as bonded riders."

I nod, "We got this."

We slowly pull away from each other, he catches something over my head nodding in the direction, "I think you're friends want you." I turn to look behind me, where Rhiannon and Violet are waiting for me. "Hey," I turn back to Liam, "I love you." He says, smiling.

"I love you too, Li. I'll see you later." He nods, turning to walk back to his squad.

I walk towards Rhiannon and Violet, turning to listen to Professor Kaori, "Remember to listen here," he says, tapping his chest. "If a dragon has already selected you, they'll be calling. So pay attention to not just your surroundings but your feelings, and go with them. And if your feelings are telling you to go in the other direction… listen to that, too."

"Which one are you guys going for?" Rhiannon asks Violet and I.

"I don't know." Violet sighs.

"Yeah, me neither. I'll know when I see them." I say.

"You both memorized the cards, right?" Rhiannon questions, "So you know what's out there."

I nod as Violet answers, "Yes. I just don't feel connected to any of them. Dain tried to talk me into a brown."

"Dain lost his vote when he tried talking you into leaving." Rhiannon counters.

"He told me to go for a red." I reply. Both girls snap there heads in my direction. "What?"

"He talked to you about Threshing?" Violet asks.

"Yeah," I shrug. "What about you, Rhiannon? What dragon are you going for?"

"Hold up, when did Dain talk to you about Threshing? And why?" Violet asks, before Rhiannon can answer my question.

I roll my eyes, then reach back and start braiding my hair, "This morning before breakfast and I don't know why he talked to me about it. I was trying to ignore him."

"Where have you been going in the mornings? I've been meaning to ask." Rhiannon questions.

"I've been running. Dain's bumped into me a few times when I'm heading out." I choose not to give them too much information, I don't want a bunch of questions, especially not right now.

Thankfully, Rhiannon changes the topic back to Threshing, answering my previous question, "I'm thinking about that green. The one closest to me when they got all up close and personal with you."

"Still can't believe they did that." I mumble, the girls told me about the two dragons that approached Violet at Presentation, because Violet's corset is made of her sister's dragons scales. I was surprised that Violet trusted me with that information but I'm happy she's realizing that I'm not a bad person.

"Well, it didn't eat you, so that's a promising start." Violet replies, smiling.

Rhiannon and I smile back, "I think so, too." She says, interlocking her arms with Violet and me.

We turn back to Kaori, "If you go in groups, you're more likely to be incinerated than bonded," Kaori argues with someone closer to the front, "The scribes have run the statistics. You're better off on your own."

"And what if we aren't chosen by dinner?" A cadet with a beard asks.

"If you're not chosen be nightfall, there's a problem," Kaori frowns, "You'll be brought out by a professor or senior leadership, so don't give up and think we've forgotten about you." He checks his pocket watch, "Remember to spread out and use every foot of this valley to your advantage. It's nine, which means they should be flying in any minute now. The only other words I have for you are good luck." He nods, eyes sweeping over the field of cadets. Then he leaves, marching up a hill and disappearing from sight.

"Be careful," Rhiannon says pulling me then Violet into a hug.

"You too." Violet says back, before pulling me into a hug.

"We got this guys, I'll see you both later." I smile.

"Don't die," Ridoc orders looking over our group.

"See you soon, good luck." Sawyer says, hugging me. Then we separate, the squad moving in different directions.

*_*_*_*_*

It's been a couple of hours since Threshing has started. I've come across a couple of oranges, three brown, and a green, none were my dragons. I've seen some dragon's launch into the sky with cadets, now riders, on their backs. I watched one cadet fall right off their dragons back. I've also seen plenty plumes of smoke rise from within the forest.

I feel like I'm wandering around aimlessly but I refuse to give up. I reach into my small pack, getting out my canteen of water. I've been lucky to avoid other cadets as well. I just know plenty of people here want to kill me and I really don't want to deal with that bullshit at the moment.

I just hope my friends are still alive, and hopefully bonded by now or will bond soon. As I continue walking, I see Violet rush past. I stop to let her get away but watch as her foot catches on a branch that was hidden by leaves and she careens forward, falling over.

I run towards her, "Vi!"

Her head whips towards me, "Shh!" She puts a finger to her lips.

I nod, helping her up, "Are you alright?" I whisper.

"I think it's just a sprain." She moves her ankle slowly, "I gotta keep moving though."

"You're dragon?" I ask.

She shakes her head, "Tynan, Oren, and Jack are heading towards the two feathertails. They want to kill them." She starts walking before I can say anything.

"Fuck that, I'll help." I walk beside her, there's no way I'm letting her do this by herself. If they bump into each other that's three against one, and let's be real here, Violet's not the best fighter.

We come to a clearing where the silver and gold feathertails sit, "You have to get out of here!" Violet hisses. "They're going to kill you if you don't leave." The dragons turn, watching us.

"Yes, you two! Leave, please!" I exclaim.

They blink, exchanging looks between each other, "Go! Run! Fly!" Violet shoos them away. The branches rustle from opposite us and Jack, Tynan, and Oren step into the clearing. The two feathertails turning their heads to look at the trio.

"Fuck." I say, eyes narrowing into a glare.

"We'll make it painless," Jack says, causing me to roll my eyes.

"Scorch them!" Violet tries once more.

"They aren't going to kill them. Maybe feathertails can't." I say. "We're going to have to do something. Feel free to leave if you want, but I also know that you're not a coward so I expect we'll be fighting side-by-side."

"There's no way I'm leaving you to deal with this by yourself." Violet takes a breath, then steps in the clearing, I'm close on her heels, "You can't do this!" She calls out to the trio.

"Oh, look," Jack sneers. "We can take out all three of the weakest links at the same time. Plus a traitor."

I snort, "That's cute, that you think you can kill me." Violet and I stand in between the three guys and two dragons.

"I've been waiting a long time for this Sorrengail," Jack says, ignoring my comment.

"If you can fly, now would be a good time." Violet calls over her shoulder.

"You can't kill a dragon." I snap.

"Yes, we can." Jack shrugs. Oren looks a bit uncertain though, Violet must notice as well because she turns to him.

"You can't. It goes against everything we believe in!" She says.

"You really think a dragon will bond with someone who killed one of their own?" I ask, I'm completely bullshitting though, since I actually don't know if they would care.

"Letting something so weak so incapable of fighting, live is against our beliefs!" Jack shouts back.

"Just because something is smaller, doesn't mean it's weaker." I reply, glaring.

"If you want to do this, you have to go through us." Violet says, raising her chin. She raises her daggers, flipping one to pinch the tip. I pull out my short sword and a dagger.

"I don't really consider that a problem," Jack sneers.

They raise their swords, just as we are about to start fighting, a voice calls out from across the field to my right, "I would strongly recommend you rethink your actions." I know that voice, I don't bother turning to look, keeping my attention on the enemies before us. Xaden is here, and he's pissed.

"And if we don't want to rethink our actions?" Jack shouts, glancing over his shoulder. There's a brief pause, "There's nothing you can do, right? Wingleader?

"It's not me you should worry about today," Xaden responds, I see Sgaeyl tilt her head from the corner of my eye.

"You're really going to do this?" Violet asks Tynan, "Attack two squadmates."

"Squads don't mean shit today," Tynan snarls, eyeing me.

"Oh, no need to be jealous that I wouldn't sleep with you," I say, he been bitter ever since I turned him down at Presentation, "Walk away now and at least you have a better chance of living to see another day."

Tynan snarls, "I'm going to kill you myself, Riorson."

I scoff, "Please do try."

Violet ignores Tynan and I; instead she chooses to talk to the two dragons once more, "So that's a no on the flying?" The dragons chuff in response, "Great. Well, if you can back us up with your claws, we'd really appreciate it."

They each chuff again causing Violet and I to turn slightly, we look down seeing they have no claws, just paws. Violet and I exchange a look, I mumble quietly, "See, I don't think they can kill."

"Oh, fucking hell." Violet replies. We turn back to look at the guys, Jack roars a battle cry and sprints towards Violet.

Violet throws her dagger, it lands in the shoulder of his sword arm, "Couldn't have gone for the neck?" I question as Jack cries out. Oren and Tynan run at us, Oren moving towards Violet and Tynan towards me.

I quickly slash at Tynan, blocking his strike with my sword. I move quick, pushing him away from Violet and the dragons. "She's destroyed my shoulder!" Jack shouts, clutching the wound, "I can't move it!"

I push Tynan back more, cutting his thigh, "That's the thing about having weak joints," Violet replies, "You know exactly where to strike."

"Kill them!" Jack orders, then runs away, still clutching his shoulder.

"Come back here, coward!" I yell, I maneuver around Tynan, ending up behind him, then sink my sword through his abdomen. There's a gross squelching sound as I pull the blade back out, Tynan sinks to his knees, falling to the ground. He takes one last breath, then stops moving.

"Behind you!" Xaden calls out, I turn quick, but it's Violet that Oren is attacking. She turns around, deflecting his blow.

"You can't interfere!" Oren screams.

"No, but I can narrate." Xaden replies.

I move to close the distance, to kill Oren just like I did Tynan since Violet clearly won't take a killing shot, but before I do Violet manages to knock Oren unconscious.

We each take a breath, making sure the other is okay. Then I watch as a huge black dragon lands behind Violet, a few seconds later I hear another dragon land behind me. My eyes widen, I slowly look over my shoulder, seeing the white dragon that Kaori showed us. "Holy shit." I mumble, turning to look back at Violet and the black dragon.

"Is she an enemy, Night Orchid?" A silky voice asks. What the fuck. My head, whips around to look at the white dragon again.

"No." I say quickly.

I notice Violet eyeing the black dragon, "I can't kill an unconscious man," She says, looking at Oren and shaking her head.

I scoff, "I can. Move."

The white dragon makes a huffing noise, almost like a laugh, "One of the many reasons why I'm choosing you," She says, her voice sounding in my head.

"No, (Y/N)," Violet scolds, "You can't."

"Oh yeah? Watch me." I reply, Violet steps in between me and the unconscious Oren. "Seriously? He almost just killed you and you're protecting him?" Out of the corner of my eye I see a flash of blue as Xaden and Sgaeyl take off.

"He can't harm us."

"Right now." I pause when Violet glares at me, "Fine, but when he tries to kill one of us later, I have every right to say I told you so."

She huffs, "Fine."

Violet starts talking to the black dragon, or at least I assume she does since I can't actually hear the black dragon speaking. "You're friend will be fine, but you're right. Maybe we should wait for them to leave so you can kill the enemy at her feet."

"Gladly. At least someone understands me." I say to the dragon. I see a twinkle in her eyes, and if dragons could smile, I swear she would be.

"You can speak to me in your thoughts, (Y/N), no need to speak everything aloud."

My head tilts, "So you can just hear everything I think."

"Yes, Night Orchid. There will be no secret you can hide from me." That's kind of terrifying… My dragon chuffs, blowing out warm steam.

I turn back around as I hear a shuffling behind me. The gold and silver dragons bend their legs then launch into the sky. "Oh, so they can fly." I say, watching them leave.

The black dragon inclines it's front leg, Violet gulps then looks at me, "I'll see you in a bit." I nod. She crawls up the dragons front leg, taking a seat on his back. Once she's seated, the black dragon stands to his full height then pushes off the ground, flying over the trees.

"Will you kill him now?" The white dragon asks.

"Don't need to tell me twice," I reply, walking towards the unconscious Oren. I slip a dagger out, plunging it into his neck. Might as well make his death merciful, it's the least I can do since Violet was so against it.

"Good, now come." I turn back to the dragon and smile. I slip my dagger back into the sheath at my thigh then run as fast as I can to climb up her front leg. I grab onto her shoulder, pulling myself up the rest of the way. I move so I'm at her shoulder blades, and grab onto the pommel. I squeeze my thighs and hold on tight, waiting for her to start flying.

"My name is Nyxarainum, daughter of Nyzrailim and Chaliache, descended from the cunning Dubhmadinn line." She pauses as she launches into the air, "You may call me Nyx."

"Nyxarainum," I whisper, testing the name.

Nyx hums, "Your pronunciation isn't too bad, but it could use a little work."

Nyx flies fast, she pivots and dives, testing my ability to hold on. I see another cadet fall in the distance, I can't help but hope it wasn't one of my friends. "This is amazing!" I laugh, closing my eyes and breathing in the cold air. "Is it true you're the only one of your kind?"

"Not technically," Nyx answers, "I am currently the only white dragon but I'm part of the black den."

"What do you mean?"

"It's rare, but on occasion dragons end up with…" She trails off as she takes a sharp left turn, "Abnormalities. Some grow to be blind, others deaf, one has even grown without wings. Those dragons can never bond, they stay in the Vale for their whole lives because that's where they are safest. I'm albino. I was supposed to be black by my abnormality made me loose my pigmentation."

"But this abnormality doesn't affect your ability to survive outside the Vale so you're free to bond." I finish for her.

"Correct, Night Orchid."

"So why now? After all this time, why bond with me?" My eyes narrow in confusion. Kaori told us she's never bonded before, he didn't even know that she was technically a black dragon because there was no way to communicate with her before. "And why do you call me Night Orchid?"

"You're brilliant, (Y/N) Riorson. Smart, loyal, strong, kind, and much more. Sgaeyl talks highly of you, the only other person alive she talks that highly of is your brother and my mate has also been making sure I was aware of you."

"Your mate?" I didn't realize she was mated, or dragons were this into gossiping.

Nyx chortles, the field with bonded cadets coming into view, "We know how to keep secrets very well, we won't gossip about things that matter, but things like this? Yes, we talk about it, it makes the bonding process a lot easier. And I call you Night Orchid because that's one of the meanings of your name. Plus Night Orchid's are very beautiful but deadly, much like you." I noticed she avoided my question about her mate. "I'll tell you soon." She lands on the field, right behind Violet and the black dragon. "First, go tell the roll keeper we've bonded."

I climb down Nyx's front leg, landing with a soft thud. The silver and gold dragons are nearby, safe. I smile at them, glad that Violet and I helped. "You two really should had flown away quicker." I say to them, shaking my head. The silver dragon snakes its head towards me, chuffs twice, then pulls back.

I look towards Violet who is limping towards the dais. Running to catch up, I lightly grab her arm, startling her, "Sorry. Are you okay?" I interlock our arms, "I can't believe you bonded him, that's amazing!"

Violet and I glance around us, watching as everyone that's currently on the field gape at the two huge dragons and the two smaller feathertails. Everyone's gazes jump back and forth between the four dragons and us, walking away from them.

"I'm alright, just some minor pain but nothing I can't live with. And yeah, his name's Tairn. I'm finding it hard to believe he'd want to bond with me." Violet says back.

I roll my eyes, "Please, you're brilliant, Sorrengail. Of course he'd see that."

Violet looks over her shoulder, towards her dragon, then looks back at me, "He says I should listen to you. But enough about me, you bonded the white dragon." She smiles.

I smile back, "Nyx. She's a black dragon too, just albino which is why she appears white."

"Interesting," Violet replies, we make it to the row of cadets waiting to tell the roll keeper their dragon's name. I let Violet in front of me, the girl in front finishes and Violet steps forward. I look on as General Melgren, General Sorrengail, and Commandment Pancheck all gape at Tairn and Nyx. They then look towards Violet and I, clearly not believing that we were the ones to bond them.

"Assholes." I can't help but roll my eyes.

"I can't argue with that, Night Orchid." Nyx says. Kaori jumps up from his seat, eyeing the two dragons in fascination. Violet glances at the roll keeper then says Tairns full name.

I look up, noticing General Melgren glaring at me. I raise my chin, refusing to turn away first. I hear a surprised, "Both dragons?" Causing me to turn back towards Violet. Then I see Violet nod.

"What just happened?" I ask Nyx.

"Violet bonded Tairn and Andarna, the little gold one."

My head whips around, looking at Nyx and the small silver dragon that stays close to her, the voices of the arguing generals mesh into one, "Wait. No."

"What do you mean no," A new voice, male, says to me, "We'll be great together." If dragons can pout, I know he would be.

"I just," I pause, "If they're freaking out about Sorrengail bonding two dragons they're going to loose their fucking minds when they find out a Riorson has."

"Good," The silver dragon replies. My jaw drops. I quickly close my mouth turning back around to the dais, the redhead roll keeper waves me forward, needing to continue her job, even with the generals still arguing. Violet already limped off, towards the medical tent with Kaori.

"(Y/N) Riorson," She smiles, though it looks strained, "Please state the name of the dragon who has chosen you for the record."

I nod, "Nyxarainum."

"Aetherion, Aether for short." The little silver dragon tells me.

I gulp, "And Aetherion."

The roll keepers mouth drops open, "You also bonded two dragons?"

I raise my chin, "I did." I was right, the generals are even more pissed off now.

Taglist: @desprrssooo-espresssooooo @galaxystern08

So first, I wanted to say a little fun fact. Nyx's personality is loosely based off my dog, Max. And Aether's is loosely based off my cat, Kreacher. I was hesitant at first to have her bond 2 dragons but with the way I want the story to work out it just made sense, so I hope you guys like this decision as much as I do. Remember to share your opinions or questions, I love hearing from you guys!

[trippinsorrows]

I know Roman will be strict with boys but what would make me cackle is if Lina or Leya got a boyfriend that’s just as big and as bad as him 😂😂😂 like imagine them going to prom and Roman has to look up to him/ or be at eye level because of his height and he’d get a pang in his chest because him and the guy have the same/similar muscle mass. Baby he’d be too stunned and jealous to speak 😂😭

wait, cause i'm screaming at this!!! 😂😂😂😂

but also, i'm wondering why the hell these boys so damn big in high school?!?! like, roman is a big ass man. emphasis on man. but, let both their dates be the same height as him, you're right, he would be fussing away to solana.

"what the fuck are they feeding these kids? they look fucking 25."

solana rolls her eyes, continuing to massage her husband's scalp as he lays in her lap, vehemently venting about his introduction to the girls dates.

their boyfriends, technically. but, she and the girls haven't quite worked out a way to break that news to her husband without his blood pressure shooting through the roof.

or the boys going missing.

"i developed early, too, roman. it happens." it happened to both their girls too, but she refuses to bring up those days. roman's overprotectiveness was times ten when the twins hit puberty. "and they're very nice."

"i don't give a fuck if they're nice or not. they're not good enough for my girls."

"roman, no one is good enough for them, leave it to you." solana leans over and kisses his forehead, advising, "they really like them, baby. please try to be nice."

"yeah, i'll be nice alright," he grumbles. solana rolls her eyes. he's about as mature as their younger kids sometimes. "i want to see their birth certificates." his eyes suddenly alight with an idea she knows she's not going to like. "i should go over there."

solana's eyes widen ever so slightly. yup. definitely not an idea she likes. "roman, you are not going to go over there."

"why not?" he sits up, looking at her like he doesn't know why that would such a bad idea. "anything can happen."

"because you remember the last time you showed up to their dance to check on them? you broke that poor boy's jaw!"

roman shrugs, indifferent. "he was too weak for my leya anyway."

solana sighs, heavily. she'd almost rather be entertaining their other four kids all at the same time than try to reason with her stubborn ass husband. "they'll be fine, roman. they have their security, and don't act like i don't know you don't have jimmy and jey sitting in the parking lot as backup."

roman looks away, neither confirming nor denying.

"and--"

the sound of something breaking pulls them from the conversation at hand followed by hushed, nervous, rushed conversation.

"what did you do?!"

"it wasn't me! it was kai!"

"no, it wasn't! it was koa!"

"no way!"

"i'm telling daddy!"

"snitch!"

"mommy! daddy!" aroha's soft voice is upped several octaves as she calls for her parents. "the twins are being mean to me!"

"nu uh!"

"uh huh!"

roman sighs. heavily. solana only smiles, seeing the frustration already growing. "i think we have more important things to worry about tonight than our teenagers."

roman scoffs, standing up and reaching his hand out to pull solana up from the sofa. "i wish you would even think to tell me you want another baby." she giggles, holding onto his arm as they head off to do damage control. "all these damn kids."

[polyamorousmood]

I feel like I'm inclined toward, not fully open relationships per se, but closed small group poly if that makes sense. But the thing is I'm still a virign in terms of penetrative sex and I can't see how someone in my situation can be with multiple people at once because how would I even choose which one to let fuck me first. Also, I'm a bi woman and have internalized the idea that my first time with a man has to happen before my first time with a woman because if it happened the other way around I'd be betraying the Sapphic community by straying for men. And on top of that I can't do no strings attached sex (on some level I'd argue no such thing truly exists, that the act itself comes with strings by design) or one night stands. I've tried, and it's never ended well even though I want to be able to be fun enough to be worth being with in a world where refusing early sexual contact gets me written off as incompatible by the vast majority of people outside who align with my core political and social values. So that brings another problem I need, if not a relationship, at least a very strong friendship and basis of trust and comfort to sleep with someone, which is also antithetical to the way things work in the real world past high school. And I can't fathom the thought of being penetrated by a circumcised penis due to past attempts being really awful and failing and being blamed for that failure and me not being willing to risk that ever happening again. In theory I'd blow a guy who was circumcised but I'm too afraid of being forced to go further than that so I'd rather not even be in any kind of sexual situation with them. And like I want to believe that there's some circumcised guy out there who would be willing to prove me wrong but I can't see that happening so despite living in a state where like 85% of the male population is circumcised and the majority that aren't being notably younger I find myself trying to look for a man with whom I a share core values, shared interests and mutual romantic and sexual attraction and who is uncircumcised and not so big that I can't imagine it not hurting and who is okay with not having sexual intercourse right away and who will provide a comfortable and good experience for my first time (setting aside the inherent awkwardness of a first time) and who will stick with me allowing me to learn from practice together rather than abandoning me for not being perfect in the bedroom from the get go as is so often expected once your past a certain age (I'm at an age where it's assumed you've had sex before so nobody bothers asking and I'm never sure when to bring it up) so that I can share that with him and then I plan to eventually ask to open things up. Initially just to pursue my feelings toward other women but after some time I would consider asking if it'd be okay for me to add other men to our polycule as well but the trouble is I can't seem to find the right first man. Any advice?

Yeah, so uh. Basically?

You made up most of those rules. You don't have to follow them.

I am sympathetic to the nature of trauma, and of anxieties. It is because of my sympathy that I think it is a bad idea to default to capitulating to them.

Put more plainly, you complicate your life unnecessarily by letting your worst thoughts dictate your actions.

Any one of these considerations would be reasonable enough. We all do this on ocassion, and we are right to do so! Not everything is worth the mental struggle of untangling. Having said that. You clearly have so many untangled thought patterns and habits that it's interfering significantly with your life which means it's time to roll up your sleeves and sit down with at least one of these wads of Christmas lights🎄🧶, metaphorically speaking.

I don't care which one you start with, but it seems to me the easiest would be your point about *checks notes📝* dating a man first so you aren't betraying saphics? Did I get that right?

If you'll allow me to be blunt, you already characterized this thought as a stupid one. So why are you still planning on following it❓️❓️ Sweetheart. You know this. You know that's a thought we think and go "well the medallion says that's stupid so we're not gonna do that" [<-reference you don't need to get]. But here you are, planning your whole life around it? What the fuck are we doing here, lady? Leave that shit on the side of the road where it belongs! Your honorable sanitation worker will dispose of that trash if you just leave it outside and ignore it long enough, my good bitch (affectionate).

You could work on the other stuff too. Trauma is a mess, and I respect due caution⚠️ with the dating world. But it is... just sad to me you're willing to write off 70% of men for a feature they cannot change. That's probably a lot more to unpack, and I am not qualified to give that intensive mental health advise. But, man, I would understand if a fella were a little hurt. 🫤

Massive pivot incoming

But I think you were posting asking for advice on how to get into relationship(s) like what you specified. And like, if you're not going to put some work into the above, then I suppose my advice would be to try to 🦄Unicorn🦄? If you're not in the know, that means (roughly) that you become the "third" for an established couple👫. I'm given to understand bisexuality women are very popular in this niche. It has its own pitfalls, but you wouldn't have to worry about the order if you were dating them both, for one. It also might help some of your anxiety around men to have a woman that's vouching for him. And like. Those that are seeking a relationship (and not just a casual sex) would, I assume, be willing to wait a bit without a whole lot of hullabaloo since they can still fuck each other in the meanwhile. 🤷‍♀️ It's good practice during these to discuss what sex would look like ahead of time anyway, so that would be a natural time to bring up... all of what you wrote. [EDIT: I don't think the matter of who to fuck first would be an issue. Sleep with the man first since you said that's what you want. They're not going to take offense, and if they are, they will be very upfront about it]

Aside from that, I think your only option would be to befriend a lot of men🧍‍♂️👨‍🦱👨🧍‍♂️👨‍🦳👨‍🍼, ask weirdly specific questions about their genitals🤔 until you find one that seems suitable, and start angling for a friends-to-lovers situation.

Or, oh here's a novel one, get you a guy who's into bandage🪢➰️ and tease/denial! Then you'll control everything sexually and he won't be bothered! Win-win! Have you tried FetLife? (Light-hearted... but only half joking)

Also, everyone's mileage will vary, but I have found men wanting a relationship with you are willing to sort through sexual stuff with you. I'd take the time to get to know someone first, make sure you're both a little invested. The ones who care about sexual stuff so much they'd "abandon" you... probably wasn't serious about the relationship (not to say a guy's never gotten serious after getting invested at least partially through sex).

whatever you decide to do, good luck out there, friend.🍀🍀

[sophieinwonderland]

Hi sophie (again) one really quick note, the reason i read through your ENTIRE blog is because my dissertation is on facetious disorders portrayed and influenced by social media and the likes of such- it is literally a 250 page document about people like you. It's literally a part of my research to read long-winded things like this and write about them. My livelihood revolves around this. I don't expect to see a Dr. before your name, but you can damn well expect to see it before mine.

The only reason I sent that ask and wrote a targeted post was to get a response from you. The only reason. Had some writers block lol, I needed some material 😅😅

Another note to add to the grooming part was not about LGBTQ or transgender people as I am both myself. Please do not take it as a jab to your gender identity, and I apologize if it came off that way. It was in no way meant to insult you in that regard.

First, thanks for clarifying about the use of grooming. I don't mean to suggest you did intend it as a remark about my gender identity.

But I do think it's important to note in a "you are not immune to propaganda" way. Because I think, consciously or unconsciously, anti-endos have adopted transphobic talking points.

I assume and hope that this is unconscious. That rather than looking at how conservatives have used these talking points to harm queer communities and going "yeah, we can use that talking point too with these people we don't like," this absorption and repetition of these talking points is happening on a subconscious level. In which case, I think it's important to understand where they've originated and what the history is behind them.

As well as what misusing these terms normalizes. Because repeating them does contribute to a culture that is okay with using "grooming" this way to associate people they don't like with child abusers.

Now, allow me to first commend you on starting work on your dissertation so early. Working on it at just 20 is quite impressive indeed.

Although I have to question the subject matter.

A factitious disorder is when somebody is faking a disorder or pretending to have a disorder. It seems strange that you would seek to use examples of people who do not actually have a disorder and are not claiming to.

Even if endogenic systems were lying, unless they're presenting themselves as having a disorder they weren't, they wouldn't qualify for criterion B.

If you do want to write about people who have plural experiences without having trauma or a disorder, you might want to actually read my studies and research page. I'm sure that you could find stuff there that could help you on your journey.

And if you plan on writing about tulpamancy, specifically, Dr. Samuel Veissiere's Variety of Tulpa Experiences is probably most useful in understanding the tulpamancy community and viewpoints on the practice.

I would also recommend Learning to Discern the Voices of Gods, Spirits, Tulpas, and the Dead, as it offers a great comparison between tulpamancy and other forms of non-pathological voice hearing.

I imagine that these studies are much more productive uses of your time than scrolling through over 11,000 Tumblr posts, and would look better as sources in your dissertation.

Finally, if you are committed to doing a dissertation on factitious disorder, I would highly advise learning how to spell factitious. Because it's not "facetious" disorders, and spelling it that way might look a bit awkward on your dissertation about factitious disorder.

[secretgardensinmymindd13]

i actually think buck realized he was in love with eddie after eddie was shot, he just didn’t know at the time that that feeling of “i can’t imagine my life without him in it” was the same as being in love with a woman, ‘cause he didn’t have the framework to recognize it (and honestly, i don’t think he ever experienced that deep level of love with anyone before - none of his other relationships ever reached the point that his and eddie’s did)

so, again, it was complicated to figure out because he wasn’t in touch with his bisexuality at the time

as a bisexual, i can say from experience the wonders heteronormativity can do to a brain

when you grow up learning that you’re supposed to feel a certain way only toward the opposite sex, your brain brushes off everything that doesn’t fit that image. it shuts it down and defines it as something else. like, “yeah, i check out a hot guy’s/girl’s ass sometimes, but that doesn’t mean anything, everyone’s attracted to beautiful bodies, that’s normal. yeah, i wanna spend all my free time with my best friend, and i love touching them, and i love everything they love, and i really need them in my life until the day i die, and my heart bursts with joy every time we’re together, and they’re the hottest, most beautiful person i’ve ever seen… but that doesn’t mean anything” it’s like your brain just doesn’t compute it. it’s like a glitch in the system that it ignores because it can’t make sense of it. “and my best friend is straight anyway, so what i’m feeling is definitely not romantic. it can’t be. i’m not “hopelessly pining” for my friend” (which translates to: “yes, i am, but it’s too painful to admit it to myself, so i’m gonna push it away”)

and that’s why it’s so funny to me that in s7, buck was so jealous when eddie formed a bond with tommy

he knew damn well he was jealous of eddie, but when tommy kissed him, he redirected those feelings onto tommy instead

he was like, “okay, whatever, i’ll deal with my jealousy for eddie later, or hopefully never. at least there’s this hot guy who actually wants me, so i’m gonna lean into it because it’s easier and safer than thinking too much about my feelings for eddie”

(also, that “i am free” line 😭 i was so happy for him 🩷💜💙)

i also think eddie fell in love with buck when buck introduced him to carla

yes, that early. the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach child, after all

in that moment, he saw how much buck truly cared about him and his kid, even though they had just met. but as soon as he felt that spark in his chest, he put it out. locked it away with all his other unresolved, suppressed feelings, because he’s a master at it

except that fire never went away. it reignited every time buck was close to him. and the more time they spent together, the bigger it became. but eddie could deal with that, he’d suppressed worse

the barrier broke, though, when he talked to the hot priest about joy and when he realized he might lose buck forever if he moved to el paso

and when buck did the ultimate act of selfless love by letting him go and renting his apartment, something in eddie unlocked. “you would do that for me?” (he would do everything for me. and i leave him. i leave the best thing that’s ever happened to me. i leave something real, something special, something i’ve never had before… all because of my stupid parents and their chokehold on my life. i don’t think i can keep running away from it anymore. this is too precious to lose. i don’t care if i’m broken and don’t deserve it. i don’t care if i’m wrong, if it’s wrong. i just can’t lose it. i love him)

eddie will break down and snap in texas at some point, and he will decide to break free - once and for all, in every sense (eddie’s gay realization arc is so here)

i also think maybe christopher might be the one to help him get to that point, give him the courage to do it

and eddie will be the first to confess his love and he’ll probably be the first to kiss buck

i literally see it in my mind (let’s fulfill the prophecy)

[gh0stbeeee]

Rise of the Guardians/The Guardians of Childhood is low-key my Roman Empire.

Like, specifically in the movie verse, there's just... so much that was never elaborated on. It's one of the unfortunate side effects of being kid's media, things get dumbed down for no reason.

Like, Jack Frost in general as a character. He died. DIED. He DROWNED in a pond saving his sister and??? Nothing. The entire moment when he remembered became "Oh I'm the fun guy that had a family and saved my sister!" AND DIED. Very important part that is completely glossed over other than the idea of sacrifice. Like, the other guardians were "chosen," did they not die too? Did Jack lose his memories because he died, but the others were chosen while alive, chose to leave their lives and remembered?

And just, what were his early years? For a very long time, at least a decade, he probably thought he was totally invisible, that he could never have a true conversation with another person, because I doubt that he stumbled upon another spirit/legend for a while.

Like, that would have driven him INSANE. There's no way he wouldn't be super socially awkward from the isolation, much less just totally mentally well. Are spirit's brains built different? They'd have to be, but I don't think they should be able to withstand that level. Like what was the mim thinking??? Seriously just abandoned a TEENAGER he resurrected with no memory or possibility of support, that's wrong.

And on that note, let me reiterate that Jack died. In front of his little sister. Who had to go back home and tell her family what happened. Did he have a father too? More siblings? Friends and family? They had a funeral no doubt, mourned him. Because he died.

The worst part? He was right there. The whole time. Jack came back to that pond and settlement for hundreds of years, even when it became Burgress. He probably watched his funeral not knowing what was going on, saw his family mourn him without knowing it was for him. He was there when they died, not knowing who they were to him. Did he realize later on? I can only imagine the devastation.

The worst part is Manny probably had to take his memories, because Jack would have been DEPRESSED. He would've tried everything to make them believe, and they probably never would. His parents would probably never see him again, they were adults. His sister was plausible, but she's still mortal. She would have died, Jack would have seen his little sister grow old and die while he stayed eternally young. He might've not ever recovered from that, mim taking his memories distanced him from the pain for when he remembered 300 years later.

But he also could have moved on, grown and loved her descendants and honored her. The mim took that choice away, and that's pretty fucked up.

Then yeah, 300 years of pretty much no acknowledgement. Going into live blind with no guidance or memories, trying to figure yourself out but being ignored by the once who brought you here. Jack would realistically be a little nutty, because wow. It's shown the even other spirits didn't really talk to him, he made them acknowledge him by playing pranks and pissing them off till they confronted him. Maybe it's in spirit's nature to be recluses, but it's not in Jack's. He wanted attention and to be seen, but no one wanted to or could give it to him.

That's why Jamie seeing him for the first time always makes me tear up. This is the first time for HUNDREDS of years that a human has acknowledged him, not an out of touch spirit, but a regular person Jack can connect with, that chose to see him, to believe. That's beautiful, and special.

There's just so many layers to this story that we never got to see, and I'm forever sad DreamWorks abandoned the franchise.

(If anyone has any good fics that explore topics like this, especially Jack's family, please share)

[quigzahhutt]

📓!

Put "📓" or some other version of a book emoji into my inbox and I'll explain the plot of a fanfiction that I haven't written but daydream about!

ok. have you ever watched parent trap. yeah this is basically that but with Franco and sargebon

I like to think that Franco is definitely aware of how much Alex cares about Logan. he's such a little fanboy that theres no way he hasn't noticed the difference in how Alex treats him vs how Alex treated Logan. it doesn't upset Franco at all because. well. if he was horribly in love with his teammate and then said teammate gets replaced by this new kid? yeah Franco would feel a little constipated too

so I imagine that Franco goes into this completely unaware of how badly Logan's replacement actually hit Alex. hes mostly just focused on his own lane and i mean. can you really blame him? he just achieved his dream at 21 years old; he gets to represent his country at a level of competition that nobody has done since the early 2000s. Franco has way more to worry about than the life of the guy who he just replaced

and it sucks, sure. Franco liked Logan a lot; he helped him in Silverstone, he made sure that Franco felt comfortable in the car and the garage and the team environment. Logan was really the first teammate Franco had in williams, in a strange way, so of course he feels sad that Logan was let go in the way he was, but this is in inherently selfish sport. he can't allow himself to dwell on these things

but then he starts seeing how affected Alex is. how he's constantly snuffing out francos jokes with these pitiful little laughs, or how he just seems generally constipated around him, swallowing things down every now and again like he doesn't even want to humor Franco. its a little funny, because before, Alex had no issue joking around and including Franco in their little bits, so something has obviously changed

and so Franco starts trying to solve the puzzle, figure out why Alex is being so flaky. he maybe asks around with george or even James, because he seriously can't be the only one who's noticing this, right? and then someone points out that Alex isn't really acting all that different around them, so maybe it's just a Franco thing

and that kind of turns into a spiral because. well. Franco really likes Alex, and it kind of really sucks that Alex doesn't like him, and what did Franco even do? he hasn't even really hung out with Alex except for videos, or maybe the few times he was with Logan-

oh. now that's a thought

and Franco has the brilliant idea to talk to Logan instead. it's nothing pushy or suggestive, more just... checking on him. because Franco really does care about Logan, and he feels kind of silly now for not even thinking of checking on Logan before

they talk and Logan seems okay, maybe not great but he's better than Alex, that's for sure. maybe. well maybe not. because when Franco says something about Alex, the three little dots keep disappearing and reappearing before Logan eventually just... stops typing, and leaves Franco on read for a few days. and then weeks. and then, fuck, Franco is back to square one

and so maybe Franco brings Logan up to Alex one day to just test the waters, ask if they've talked at all recently, and Alex gets really tense, and asks why hes bringing him up now, or why he thinks that its relevant. its already done; Logan is back in the US already and Franco is here now and so it doesn't matter and he should just leave Alex alone

but this is Franco. and Franco is stubborn and charismatic and so of course he manages to get through to Alex, and it's maybe a whole big thing, maybe it isn't. Alex is upset, but not at Franco, it's more just residual... bad vibes. like Alex ate something funny and for whatever reason it's all Logan's fault

and then shit keeps happening, and the weekends are getting harder, and in a weird way it doesn't take as much of a toll as Franco expected. if anything, the difficulty helps him and Alex get closer, and it doesn't feel like Alex hates him anymore because now at least he's talking to him

and because Franco is stupid and doesn't always think about what he's saying, he eventually just asks what happened with Logan because, y'know, him and Alex are maybe friends now? and although Franco asks, he kind of has an idea about what happened already

he assumes that Alex and Logan had something more going on, the kind of relationship in motorsports that Franco never really had with someone because he could never stick around long enough. Franco was always one of those drivers that went between teams and series and yeah he has friends, but he's kind of okay with it just staying like that

so he can't really understand how Alex feels, but it's kind of eating him up, and then when he asks it's.. fine. it's chill. maybe Alex sighs a little louder than normal, but then he explains everything. how him and Logan were together but not really, how Alex knows that he loves Logan a lot more than Logan does for him

and Franco feels really silly because I mean. watching from a distance, it didnt look like that at all, because Logan looked like he loved Alex a lot, and he seemed absolutely devastated when Franco asked about it. its a strange thing to think that Logan doesn't like Alex at all

and Franco says that. obviously. because his brain to mouth barrier doesn't really exist, and Alex laughs right in his face, which Franco kind of expected because thats usually what people do when he says something without thinking, but then Alex stops laughing and begins looking horribly constipated (again)

Franco decides to shut up after that, which is vaguely impressive for him considering he has about twice the amount of questions he had before all of this. so instead of bothering Alex (who looks REALLY sad now) with those questions, he bothers Logan instead. and maybe its because they're talking through text, but he seems considerably more comfortable answering said questions, which is nice because it helps Franco realize that. oh god. there has been a horrible miscommunication

Logan thinks that Alex was getting tired of him, that he was getting sick of Logan's dwindling energy, but Alex thinks that Logan didn't love him. and Franco thinks that both of them are colossal idiots. and so he hatches a plan

he's going to get them back together. somehow. he doesn't actually know how but what he does know is that Logan just got employed so he might be in high spirits which will make this all a lot easier. hopefully

cue an awful lot of blunders and hijinks in which Franco tries and somewhat fails, somewhat succeeds in getting Logan and Alex to interact, and one thing leads to another and the both of them eventually realize that they got it all wrong and that maybe Alex does want Logan around and that Logan loves Alex in the same way and it's all thanks to franco

[thebreakfastgenie]

Imagine, if you will, that the democratic nominee in the 2024 election had been pro Palestine, but had also been anti women and anti lgbt. Could you imagine the outcry from leftists if women and lgbt people decided not to vote for them? It would be absolutely vile. But they have the gall to say we’re wrong for expecting them to vote democrat. It disgusts me

Yeah the bad faith American leftists who use the suffering of Palestinians as a rhetorical cudgel would have been furious. There is also a contingent of nominal leftists who just hate the Democratic party, and they would probably have just reversed course and yelled at anyone who said "yeah this candidate sucks on these other issues, but since there is no good option, it's worth voting for them to at least try to improve this one issue."

And in case anyone objects to this hypothetical as unrealistic, it wouldn't happen because of how US politics work, but it's not outrageous. Being pro-Palestine is left-coded in the US and a lot of the west, but it's not an inherently left or right position. Pro-Palestine, anti-women, anti-LGBT describes a lot of right wing political parties in the Arab world, and it's worth noting that in many (not all but many) cases they're pro-Palestine more because opposing Israel serves their own interests than because they care about Palestinians. Palestinians have spoken about this before. I don't want to spend too much time speaking on an issue I don't feel especially qualified to discuss in detail, but I wanted to acknowledge that.

There was kind of a microdose of what you're describing in the 2016 and 2020 primaries. Bernie Sanders isn't anti-women or anti-LGBT, but he did choose not to focus on those issues. His whole thing was about class and corporations and money and while Bernie himself was at worst mildly dismissive, his following did have a tendency to deride those issues as identity politics that were a distraction from the true cause. Bernie supporters complained that Hillary didn't focus enough on Citizens United in one of the debates and completely ignored that she chose to focus on Roe v Wade instead and I remember this because I am still mad about it to this day. I don't think Bernie Sanders is a raging misogynist (though a lot of people around him are) but I think he's a fairly standard level of sexist for a man born in 1941, and as often happens he's given a pass on it and even portrayed as a male feminist hero because he's progressive. A lot of people don't seem to think progressives can be misogynists or homophobic or racist. In any case, early in the 2020 primary there was some tension between the Bernie and Elizabeth Warren camps and some women were complaining about Bernie's history of sexism and I distinctly remember some Bernie supporters getting really mad about it. And I was like, is saying "I agree with these policies but I don't want to vote for a candidate that doesn't value women" so unreasonable? They made that exact same argument for other issues themselves. But when it's about women... And obviously if Bernie had won that primary I would have been all aboard in the general, but it was still the primaries and I was making a point.

The wild thing about all this behavior is we live in a country with a two party system where one party is an unhinged fascist death cult. They're evil and inept at governing and certifiably insane. It's nearly impossible to produce a Democratic candidate that isn't obviously leagues better than the alternative. If a meteor had landed on all the other candidates in 2020 I would have voted for Bloomberg against Trump. The only time we really have to weigh the benefits and drawbacks of different candidates is the Democratic primary and it's rare to get strong primary candidates who are wildly different from each other (Hillary and Bernie's voting records in the senate were like 95% identical; obviously the campaigns were going to focus on the differences but they're far more alike than different). We also have to spend primaries taking into account which candidate we think will have the best chance of winning a general election so the fascist death cult people don't.

And honestly I think we should take a minute to appreciate that Democratic candidates are pro-LGBT, because a lot of other center-left parties around the world are abandoning at least trans people.

[stalky-arsen]

well, that kinda aged poorly lol

i think i need to get it out of my system.

Firstly, I am not a professionnal psy. So everything I'm going to say about Yamato should be consider only as interpretation or headcannons.

Secondly, this man has C-PTSD for suuuuure. If he wasn't abducted, abused and even forced to kill for 15 years early in his life, he would have ended up being a complete different person.

Now let's get started.

Yamato. My man. You have high sociopathy. I tested it XD

But you're going to ask me "how could you say I'm a sociopath when you don't even know what it really is." I have wikipedia. There is probably better sources but I can get a general idea on what this is.

So, wikipedia says : "Antisocial personality disorder (ASPD) is a personality disorder defined by a chronic pattern of behavior that disregards the rights and well-being of others. People with ASPD often exhibit behavior that conflicts with social norms, leading to issues with interpersonal relationships, employment, and legal matters." Basically you lack empathy and morality and it could get you some troubles in your relationships.

I also tested your sociopathy level by roleplaying you on several quiz websites, and boy this is very high probabilities~ (i was bored okay.)

"But these are quizzes, it's not serious." You want to play that way ? Fine. I'm gonna list all the "symptoms".

Impulsivity

Honestly, this is very hard to see at first. You seem very cooled down. People wouldn't call you impulsive at first glance. But digging deeper, I was able to ask myself a question.

Your plan, during Sea of Sorrow, it was full of flaws. It relies only on reliabilities.

The first one being Union's presence. Why would you invite them on board ? What was the reason ? To threaten Konkuzan ? Don't you think Konkuzan would have suspected something ? You were lucky you ended up with Tang Xuan 'cause they came with detectives, but imagine if it was someone else like idk, Li Ling, Lewis, Lucas, David, Mona, Brynn, Q... No offense to any of them, but they wouldn't think like Tang Xuan, some wouldn't even bring a detective, some would just set the boat on fire recklessly.

(out of subject but Drew would be hyper effecient lol he would even save Yuuhime from Yamato lol)

Oh also, what would've happen if any of the guests you invited didn't come ? Like they would have been too scared and would flee the country instead ? Just a possibility. You surely had make sure they would definitely agreed to come.

Okay but what if Masato didn't attempted to murder Konkuzan ? What would you have done ? Again, you really had to make sure he wanted to kill him.

okay okay, maybe that wasn't enough, then what about the fact you just thought the music box would tired itself ? How come you were so sure it would tire itself from overuse ??? It was a wild guess ! Imagine if it weren't the case what would you have done then ?

Imagine you would have fallen completely under the box's control ? What would you have done ?

So, the important question is, What if something went wrong, what would you have done ? How would you reacted ?

This is a wild guess yeah but he would've breakdown on the moment. This man was so sure his plan would have worked the way it would, not making sure of every possibilities. He didn't even plan a backup plan. What makes me so sure of that ?

Tang Yun's presence.

That monkey boy shouldn't have been on board in first place. Sure the Shadow Decree had some tension with the Syndicate, but like Union, it would have been anyone else, it would have gone differently and unlike Union, they didn't have the obligation to come.

Your plan worked because you got lucky, but if it went any other directions, you would have a meltdown.

Reckless disregard for one's own safety or that of others.

Why the fuck would you eat Fugu on a daily basis ??? "Because it makes me feel stronger" That's certainly a cope out then (okay let's not count that)

And honestly, you wouldn't care for anyone's safety, we could argue about your sister's but domestic violence isn't something safe yk ?

Irresponsible behavior

Okay sure, you can argue on the fact that taking care of a criminal and an assassination guild is somewhat impressive, I don't what would have happen if Syndicate's assassins just went rogue. But you did endangered many bystanders during on the White Beluga, in New Milo, and also in the desert full of miramons leaving MC and others to their mercy.

Irritability

eeeeeeeh

well, the only thing I can think of is you don't give the time to explain your motivation to anyone else. Do you have the patience for that anyway ?

Inability to conform to social norms

You may be a lawyer but you still choose to be an assassin, a thief, a liar etc.

Lack of remorse

Yuuhime.

Just why ?

Marked tendency to blame others, or to rationalize plausible excuses

You sure are giving excuses to Tang Xuan at the end of Desolated Lands event.

so, 6 out of 7, you have a high sociopathy level based on wikipedia, and that's not even counting you would put your person above all else, even your own sister.

Yamato is a sociopath given it was due to his environment, not a psychopath, that he probably has C-PTSD and things that goes along. I'm sure in other circumstances, he would be a nice caring brother called Shouta. But he's Yamato.

I love to explore all facette of his character ♡

[hunieday]

Momo - Idol Star Prince Stage Rabbit Chat

Please note that I am not a professional translator and I'm only doing this to share the side materials to those who cannot access it, if you notice any mistakes please let me know nicely. Enjoy!

Yuki: Momo, I’m coming over with Okarin right now.

Yuki: I think we'll be there in about 10 minutes.

Yuki: Momo?

Yuki:

Yuki:

Momo: 

Momo: Roger that~~!!

Momo: Sorry for replying late 😭 I was taking a nap!

Yuki: I got scared.

Yuki: You always contact me first, so

Yuki: Were you up late last night?

Momo: Yeah 🥺

I had the morning off today, so I went for drinks with Mitsuki and got carried away 😆🍻

Momo: Sorry for worrying you ( ;∀;)

Yuki: If it's Mitsuki-kun, it's fine.

Yuki: As long as it’s not a suspicious person who came from who-knows-where to lure you away from me

Momo: Eek! Yuki...! Your handsome levels are so high that I’m fully alert and awake now 🤩💫

Yuki: Sometimes I could be the one who wakes you up. Not bad.

Momo: Then can Momo-chan pretend to be asleep tomorrow morning so you’d wake me up with your super handsome move? 🫶✨

Yuki: Hmm?

Yuki: Your text is too small for some reason. I can’t read it.

Momo: You’re hitting it aren’t you lololololol

Momo: How about we wake up early together once in a while ~(*´艸｀)

Yuki: 

Momo: Ah! ! You're distracting me with a sticker!

Momo: I’ll have pull all the tricks i have under my sleeves to wake you up 😤

Yuki: I was really surprised when I got shoved into the car in my futon.

Momo: That’s the day I couldn’t come and wake you up right? because I had to go to another job. Okarin took drastic measures lolololol

Yuki: Isn’t Okarin too strong?

Momo: I heard that Maneko-chan was teaching him some good muscle training methods 😤

Yuki: You’re telling me that the cute Okarin is buff under those clothes? i hate it

Momo: It's funny when you imagine it so stop it lolol

Momo: Oh right!!! That day Okarin and I bombarded you with a demonic amount of rabbichats, but you didn’t wake up at all. And even after Okarin came and woke you up, you ignored my messages completely!

Momo: Just as you were worried about me because I responded late just now, at that time I was worried too !!!!

Yuki: Is that so?

Momo: Yes!! Go reread the rabbichat!!

Yuki: I don't remember when it happened so I can't find it

Momo: Try searching for "bird-brain" 💥

Yuki: Bird-brain

Yuki: It's true, you got angry

Yuki: I probably answered you out loud

Momo: But I couldn’t hear you obviously ?! ヾ(oﾟДﾟo)ﾉ

Momo: I got angry because Okarin sent me a report about your maintenance being over, but you yourself didn't inform me about it!

Yuki: What even is the end of maintenance?

Momo: A report from Okarin saying that Yuki has started service again (see: he’s awake) 😤

Momo: I can stay calm until the regular maintenance is over, but an unexpected emergency maintenance is troublesome cuz I don’t anticipate it 😤😤

Yuki: Somehow that sounds tough

Momo: A formidable enemy even😤‼️

Momo: By the way, hear me out…

Momo: Even my bedhead is too much of a formidable enemy today!!

Yuki: That’s hilarious

Momo: It looks like a japanese top knot 😆

Yuki: We’ll be there in about five minutes.

Momo: yikes~ lololol this is the kind of hair that would break even a makeup artist's spirit lolol

Yuki: Well then, today I'll wear my hair in a japanese top knot so we’d be matching.

Momo: Huhhh !? We’re not filming a variety show today, we have the Idol Star pamphlet shoot?!

Yuki: If we match, you wouldn’t feel lonely, right?

Momo: 

Momo: Yuki, so handsome,,,😭 Coming up with the concept of a japanese top knot prince out of nowhere😭

Yuki: I just proposed the idea to Okarin and he immediately rejected it.

Yuki: Are you changing Idol Star’s concept into one of a lord?, he said.

Yuki: Aren't lords and princes the same thing?

Momo: You’re right lololol

Momo: But I think Yuki can become a handsome prince even with a japanese top knot! ! (*'ω'*)

Yuki: Really? You were angry at me earlier, did you calm down?

Momo: What?! You were actually worried about that?! I’m not mad at all !!!!!

Momo: Even if you’re a sleepyhead, even if you reply out loud to a rabbit chat, Yuki really is a super handsome super darling prince ‼️😭🫶

Yuki: The super handsome super darling prince will soon arrive at your house, Okarin is parking the car.

Momo: Yay‼️

Momo: I'll roll out the red carpet and wait (*ﾉωﾉ)

Momo: 

[hayffiebird]

How do you think Effie and haymitch met?

Hi anon! And thanks for asking! (mini-oneshot, under the cut) I always imagined Effie being Haymitch’s second escort when she was a young woman and he was a sorta young man. On the train to Twelve, new on the job, she’s very “first day of school! First day of school!” and eager to make a difference sort of like Sejanus Plinth. She’s ambitious and driven and also naive enough to think “with me on board we will have victors left and right!” Before the Reaping she decides on her own to visit the Victor’s Village and introduce herself personally to her now co-worker. She’s quite star-struck I think, on the way over there - what with the romanticized image the Capitol has of him. Obviously she doesn’t know the truth about Haymitch’s murdered family. No one really does in her city. She’s also super impressed that he won The Second Quarter Quell - one of the most difficult Games in Panem's history, and without a mentor at that! She’s probably a little smitten too (or at least she was as a young girl). Taken by those dark curls and intense gray eyes in a sort of “toughened by life but love will set him free” kind of way. But when she actually finally meet Mr. Haymitch Abernathy he effectively smashes all the illusions Effie ever had of him in less than five minutes. She goes from dazzled to disbelieving to annoyed and they end up having the first of many arguments. I imagine it went something like this:

Standing there in the middle of the kitchen Effie felt the mentor’s eyes travel up and down her body. He held a bottle of spirits in one hand, elbows on the unbelievably filthy table. And in the other, a knife - an actual KNIFE! “Who sent you?” he finally asked. “It ain’t m’birthday.” The shadow of a crease re-appeared between Effie’s eyebrows but then the smile was right back on. “Mr. Abernathy!” She stepped forward and extended a hand. “Euphemia. Euphemia Trinket, the new escort. My friends call me Effie. You can call me Effie if you want. Delighted to make your acquaintance and might I just add what an honor it is to finally meet. I’ve heard so much about you! I’m sure we’re going to make the most fabulous of teams!” Haymitch ignored the outstretched hand. Instead he brought the bottle to his lips, having a few good mouthfuls. “What happened to Dandruff?" he asked in a bored voice. "Ol’ bat finally bit the dust?" “Mrs Dandridge decided to retire. I’m here in her place. Arrived just a few days ago, and my, am I already in LOVE with your … your … quaint district.” “I know right,” he mimicked her voice, dripping with sarcasm. He poured a good amount of the clear liquid into a cracked glass full of sticky fingerprints and extended it to her. “Well, this calls for a toast, don't ya think? Bottom’s up, lil’ lady." “Um, tempting but no thank you,” she said. “I don’t make it a habit of drinking when I'm at work. Especially not this early. Got to keep a level head," she thrilled. "A big big big day today!” Haymitch tsked, eyes on the ceiling. "I'd say." And he downed the drink for her. “Guess this is my lucky day, huh? They finally got rid of ol’ Ice Crotch and now a squeaky lil’ duckling fresh out of the egg’s gonna help me out.” “W-wha … excuse me? Duckling? Squeaky?! I think you’ll find me more than qualified for the job. I graduated from the Academy at the top of my class!” “Yeah, takes a lot o’ brains to send kids off for slaughter.” Effie stared at him. “B-being chosen to participate in The Hunger Games - the biggest event of the year, is a great honor and …” “Yeah, yeah, yeah,” he snarled. “Save it for the cameras, why don’t ya?” At a loss for words Effie watched the man finish his bottle, down to the last drop, only to reach for the next. “The Reaping is in an hour,” she said. “So?" “So maybe you ought to slow down? And I trust it you’ll freshen up before then? Take a shower and find an outfit that’s a little more, um, suitable for the … special occasion.” “Meh,” Haymitch shrugged. “Haven’t decided if I’m gonna go.” “You have to go!” The words burst from her lips before she could stop them. “You’re expected! I’ll look like a fool!” In reply, Haymitch snapped the seal on the bottle. With one expert twist. “Don’t need me for something you already accomplished, sweetheart.” He tipped the liquor into his mouth. “Guess I’ll be seeing you around.”

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this isn't a kink question but i'd just like to ask about how exactly the relationship started! you're all so cute together i love the dynamics 😭😭

A/N: This is a poly-ATEEZ kink ask blog! Feel free to ask any of the eight members a question! :) Reblogs are very appreciated!

Yunho: Mingi-ssi, I think it's our turn to talk about how we joined the expanding polycule.

Mingi: Alright! Do you wanna?

Yunho: Why don't you start?

Mingi: Okay so uh, Yunho and I knew each other for a long time before even joining KQ. That's no secret. Some time after joining the group, I felt... Aish, this guy, right? He'd followed me here, and now I couldn't stop feeling attached to him. So I sought him out a lot, outside of work too, and we became even closer friends. And uh, somewhere along the way, our feelings grew into something different.

Yunho: Mmh. I think we both knew for a long time before either of us confessed. But we were both scared of doing anything rash and scaring the other away. So there was a lot of dancing around each other. It was ridiculous, but at the same time, I understand why we were being cautious. We were close, and the thought of gambling with that was scary.

Mingi: For real! Towards the end, I was low key panicking every time you were around, which was pretty damn often. 'Cause I had all these butterflies and I wanted Yunho to know about them, but I didn't know if he'd hate them. Hate me. So It was ah uge relief when he confessed to me. It's a blur in my memory, but I remember smiling and blushing a lot.

Yunho: You were so cute, I felt like I might explode! And not just from the stress of confessing. But yeah, when I'd finally gotten enough hints from you, and enough encouragement from Wooyoung and Seonghwa, told you how I felt. And you were so quick to reassure me that it was mutual. I might have passed away otherwise [Laughs].

Mingi: I had to!! I couldn't keep you in the dark, that would have been fucked up of me.

Yunho: [Light hearted] A little bit, yeah. But after that, we were just... Low key dating. The others knew from day one. We've never kept secrets like that from each other in the group.

And... Ah, we were pretty vanilla early on, but it ramped up fast - not that we ever got into super heavy stuff. We got to a comfortable sort of kink level for me without much effort, but I quickly realized that I wasn't going to be able to give Mingi everything he needed. And Mingi, being a sub, was not able to give me what I needed, either.

Seonghwa and Wooyoung had recently opened up their relationship to let Hongjoong in, and I couldn't shake the idea that if everyone was on board... Well, why not try out something bigger? I asked Mingi before bringing anything up with them, of course, and we had a while where we were deliberating and feeling out our own emotions about the idea.

And eventually, well. I'm sure you can imagine what happened. We sat down with Seonghwa, Wooyoung and Hongjoong and let them know what we had been thinking about. Told them where we were at, and why we wanted to give this a go.

Mingi: I'd expected them to need a really long time to think about it, but I think they got back to us within a week or two? [Grins] I personally think it's my ass that convinced them.

Yunho: Not your winning personality?

Mingi: ...Nah, it had to be the ass. Possibly your hands, too. Or your lips.

Yunho: Now you're trying to make me blush!

Mingi: Hey, at least didn't I bring up your huge cock.

Yunho: [Hides his face in the aforementioned big hands, but is very clearly smiling wide] Come on!

Mingi: [Laughs] But anyway, they said yes!

Yunho: That they did. Seonghwa and Hongjoong were both eager to boss Mingi around a little bit in ways I didn't want to, and they were willing to boss me around too. I think Wooyoung was overjoyed with just having more people there. He likes that there's always someone available, and it doesn't hurt that some of those someones have... Well. Huge cocks.

Mingi: [Dying laughing] Oh my god, Yunho!