#> i mean i also walked dog + had dinner which. probably helped

[waloeders]

played a little bit of 16 + watched some jerma i am cured of tummy hurt. yippeeee

[fatkish]

Demon Child Pt. 2

After the meeting, Gyomei walked back to his estate with you snuggled in his arms asleep. Using your healing abilities takes a lot out of you so you slept. When Gyomei got to his estate he walked through the house, to his bedroom where he gently set you down on the floor before grabbing a blanket and laying it on you and putting a pillow beneath your head. He then left the room quietly and went to inform Genya about their guest.

He walked through the house and out the back through the shoji doors. He walked until he felt Genya’s presence. “Genya” he called. “Yes Himejima?” Genya replied. “I’ve told you you can call me Gyomei, also, we have a guest staying with us tonight.” Gyomei informed. Genya stoped his training and walked over to Gyomei who then pat Genya’s head once he was within reach. “Who’s the guest?” He asked. “Their name is y/n, and they are a half demon child.”

“A half demon? I didn’t even know that was possible. Do half demons eat people?” Genya asked. Gyomei wasn’t an expert on half demons, seeing that he didn’t even know they existed or could. “I don’t know but that is why they are our guest. We are to keep an eye on them, but I truly believe that this child doesn’t mean any harm.” Gyomei replied. “It should be about evening yes? Why don’t we make dinner?” Gyomei suggested. The two of them went inside and began to make dinner which consisted of rice, fried vegetables, miso soup and fish.

You woke up to the smell of something good. You had no idea what it was but decided to follow the smell. You walked out of the room you were in and down the hall into the main room where you found the giant man and another boy together doing something. You didn’t know what they were doing so you sat down and watched. Genya turned around and nearly yelped when he saw you sitting there staring at him and Gyomei.

By the time they finished making dinner, Gyomei set some food down in front of you as well as a cup of tea. Once everyone was served, Gyomei and Genya began to pray before they ate. You just watched. When they started eating you watched them. They were eating with sticks and you had no idea how. You looked in front of you and saw strange stuff but you did recognize one thing. The fish. Genya and Gyomei noticed that you weren’t eating, which had caused Gyomei to be concerned.

You picked up the fish with your hands and ate the head much to Genya’s horror. He watched you eat the fish, bones and all. He saw that that was the only thing you ate and that you were sniffing the other food, inspecting it. Genya realized that you probably didn’t know what that food was, having heard from Gyomei that you were found alone in the woods. “That’s rice, that white fluffy stuff. Try it, it’s yummy” he told you as he pointed at the small bowl of rice. You looked at where the guy was pointing and since you didn’t sense any ill will, you decided to try the ‘rice’.

You picked up the bowl and ate some of the rice similar to how a dog eats out of a bowl. Genya sighed then grabbed your chopsticks and handed them to you to use. You just stared at them like they were some strange creature. That’s when Genya realized you probably don’t know how to use them. “Here, I’ll show you how to use chopsticks, just don’t eat like a dog.” Genya said as he gently grabbed your hand and positioned the chopsticks in your hand the right way. He then began maneuvering your hand and used your hand to pick up rice and put it in your mouth using the chopsticks.

With a bit more of Genya’s help, you clumsily but slowly got the hang of using chopsticks. After you finished your rice, Genya told you to try the other foods and you did. You came to the realization that Genya is a genius who knows what everything is. He introduced you to yummy things so he must be a genius. You realized that you didn’t know what their names where so you pointed at yourself and said y/n. You pointed at Genya and waited. Genya realized he hadn’t told you his name. “My name is Genya”

Gyomei realized he too had yet to introduce himself. “That’s Gyomei” Genya said as he pointed at Gyomei. You looked at Gyomei, then Genya, then Gyomei, then back at Genya. You pointed at Gyomei and said “Gyo!” Gyomei smiled as you attempted to say his name. You pointed at Genya and said “Gen” “close, it’s Genya.” “Gen” Genya realized his full name must be hard for you to say so he left it at that.

After dinner, Gyomei and Genya cleaned up and you watched, not really understanding what they were doing. After cleaning up, Gyomei and Genya decided to get ready for their patrol. Gyomei decided to have Genya stay behind with you tonight while he patrolled his territory for any demons. After bidding you both goodbye, Gyomei left leaving you and Genya together. Genya decided he was going to take a bath before bed and got the water going. Once the bath was ready, he got in and started to relax, only to find you staring at him a few minutes later scaring him.

You stared at him, wondering what he was doing. You decided you wanted a closer look and tried to climb up the side much to Genya’s horror, he didn’t want you to see his ‘little friend’ and have to teach you about the differences between boys and girls. Genya then grabbed a towel to cover himself up and tried to keep you out of the tub but that didn’t work. You fell in and freaked out, acting like a cat that fell into a pool of water. Genya then saw how dirty you actually were and decided he would give you a bath. He helped his younger siblings before so he didn’t really mind cleaning you up and just pictured that he was helping one of his late siblings clean up.

Once you were clean and dried, Genya got you dressed in a clean robe and decided that he would fashion something to fit you better. After your warm bath you got sleepy and Genya noticed. He brought you back to the bedroom and got you all settled in before he got to work, fixing you up some clothes to wear. You crawled over to him and laid your head on his thigh, wanting to be close to him. Genya smiled as he continued to work late into the night. By the time he was finished, he was tired. He then scooped you up and went over to the futon and crawled in with you in his arms and went to sleep.

When Gyomei returned in the early morning hours, he smiled sensing the two of you snuggling together. He then took out his own futon and went to sleep. When you woke up later that morning, Genya and Gyomei were already up and had made breakfast and started training. You sat and watched them, curious about what they were doing. You kicked your little legs and clapped whenever you saw them do something you thought was cool.

After a while, you got bored and decided to wander off whilst Gyomei’s crow kept an eye on you. You ended up wandering in the forest and finding the waterfall that Gyomei trains with. You stared at it and decided to walk into the water to look for fish. You had started to catch fish and had quite a small pile of 7 fish when Genya and Gyomei came to check on you. Genya chuckled cause you looked like a drowned rat with your entire body soaked. You smiled as you held up a fish to Genya. Genya was amazed that someone so small could catch so many fish.

“You seem to have been busy little one, how did you catch this many fish?” Gyomei was curious. While closely inspecting the fish, Genya found small teeth marks on each fish. You walked over to Genya and proceeded to try and feed him a raw fish until a noise caught your attention. You saw a strange creature hop out of the water and hid behind Gyomei before pointing at it. “What that” you looked at Genya for an answer. “That’s a frog” “fog?” “No frog” you struggled to properly pronounce the new word Genya taught you.

As you walked back carrying the fish you caught, you happily hummed as you walked side by side with Genya and Gyomei. When you got back to Gyomei’s estate, Genya and Gyomei started to cook lunch while you watched. While Genya was gutting the fish he accidentally cut himself, you walked over and stuck his finger in your mouth before pulling it out. Genya was worried until he saw that his cut was healed. “You fixed it, how? Do you have healing spit?” You just tilted your head and smiled at Genya. Genya went back to cooking as you watched them.

After lunch, Kyojuro came to visit, Gyomei told you that he and Genya both had missions and that you would be staying with Rengoku. You walked over to Gyomei and cried into his shirt as he rubbed your head. “No go. Gyo, Gen no go” you cried. Gyomei smiled and pat your back as he held you. “It’s alright little one, we’ll be alright. Once we are done I’ll have our crows let you know.” Gyomei said as he rubbed your back. “Promise” you demanded. Gyomei chuckled and promised you.

You then crawled out of Gyomei’s lap before hugging Genya and Gyomei goodbye before latching onto Rengoku’s pant leg. You waved goodbye as you two left Gyomei’s estate. Gyomei cried as you left, and Genya waved back. “Don’t worry young y/n! I promise that you’ll have a good time with me. I’ll introduce you to my little brother Senjuro, you’ll get to taste his delicious cooking. I promise you’ll have a good time. Now let us go!” Rengoku shouted happily. You waddled behind him, still missing your Gyo and Gen. You followed him as you both began your journey to the Rengoku estate.

[kjupchurch-xx]

Intoxicated

March 16th, 2009

Today was my 21st birthday. My friend had set me up on a blind date with an actor, but didn't tell me who. She figured this would be the perfect scenario considering the hell I'd went through last Summer with a guy that was probably the biggest piece of shit on the planet. I haven't dated or been intimate with anyone since then, nor did I really have any interest in being. 

I looked over at her, "What is this guy even like?" I asked, finishing up curling my hair. 

She smiled, "He's tall, he's nice, he's super sexy and he's not American, if that gives you any hints." 

I shrugged as I sat my curling iron down, starting to put my eyeliner on, "It doesn't. But I mean, is this even someone I'd be remotely interested in?" I asked her, giving her a questioning look. 

She chuckled, "I'm positive you'll be thanking me by the end of the night." 

I rolled my eyes, "So he's an actor?" 

She nodded, bringing me a pair of ripped bell bottom jeans, "Yes. A very talented actor." 

I quickly changed into the jeans, "Is he anyone I know?" 

She walked to my living room, grabbing my keys to bring me, "Ummm... He's in that movie we watched when we were teenagers. I think it's called Swordfish or something like that." 

I gave her a questioning look, "Did you set me up with John Travolta?" 

She covered her mouth laughing, "You'll just have to wait and see. I'm not telling you anything!" 

She probably set me up with one of the extras, someone I most likely wouldn't even remember ever being in the movie. She knows I hate surprises, but I appreciate her for trying, even though the last blind date she set me up on was a complete and total dud. 

She clapped her hands at me, "Go! You were supposed to leave 5 minutes ago! He's going to meet you at RH Rooftop." She yelled. 

I grabbed my phone, made sure I had my keys and looked at her before heading out the door to our apartment, "I swear, if this is another dud, I'm going to kill you." 

She rolled her eyes, "I promise, it's not a dud. Just go." 

I rolled my eyes, closing the door behind me as I made my way down the hall, towards the elevator, then to my car in the parking garage. While making the drive to the restaurant, I'll tell you a bit about myself... I'm a Southern Belle, originally from South Carolina. I moved to NYC after obtaining a degree in journalism. I didn't have many opportunities in my small town, so I decided to move to a bigger city in hopes of pursuing a career as a reporter. I've been serving as an intern for a local publishing company, which has gone well for the most part. 

Callie and I are roommates. She also moved here for journalism, but moved here from Arizona. We met while working part-time at a coffee cafe and became roommates since the cost of living in NYC is astronomically high. She took a different career path, as a model which caused her to meet many different celebrities.She'd tried getting me into modeling with her, but it wasn't my thing. We shared a dog, Harley, who was a beautiful French Bulldog, that was treated as if he were our love child. 

As I arrived and finally found parking for RH Rooftop, I realized I was 10 minutes late. I quickly turned my car off and sprinted towards the entrance. I don't even know who I'm looking for or how to spot this dude. I approached the hostess stand, looking nervous as I skimmed the crowd of dinners wondering who Callie had set me up with. 

The hostess noticed me, "May I help you with something?" She asked kindly. 

I nodded, "Ummm... I"m here with a guy, but I'm unsure of where he's sitting. He's not American and is very tall. He's also an actor." I stammered, knowing I must sound insane. 

She giggled, "Can you tell me his name?" 

I pursed my lips, "Not really. I'm on a blind date, so I have no idea what his name is...or who he is." I chuckled nervously, scratching the back of my neck. 

She smiled, "Okay, I think I know who you're referring to. He told us he was expecting a blind date. Follow me." She said, grabbing a menu and leading me to the rooftop entrance. 

I followed behind, still curious as to who this would be. I'd probably shit a brick if it were John Travolta, but I'm pretty sure he's off the market. There was that computer hacker dude that was pretty hot too. As we reached the rooftop tables, she led me to a dark haired man that had his back towards the entrance. I couldn't make out who he was just yet and considering that was an older movie, I doubt I'd recognize him from the movie from the back. 

He stood as he heard us approach and pulled my chair out, turning to face me, "You must be my date." He said with a smile, extending his hand to shake mine, "I'm Hugh." He said casually. 

It was the computer hacker dude, and shit, did he look good. Even 8 years later, he still looked good. 

I smiled, shaking his hand, "I am, I'm Kaitlyn." I said as I took my seat. He gave me another smile before going back to his seat across from me. 

"How're you doing, love?" He asks, smiling at me, keeping his elbows off the table. Hm, a real gentleman. 

I chuckled at his flattery, already calling me a pet name. "I'm doing good, everything's going great for me at the moment. How's things going for you?" 

He shifted, "I just wrapped up filming an origin movie for a character I've played for the last 9 years, I'm finally on a much needed break and no longer on a strict regime for my character, which I'm fully intending on breaking tonight with a milkshake." 

I giggled, "I see." I said as the waiter approached us. He was a young man who was obviously infatuated with my date. 

"Holy s-, I mean, I'm so sorry-" He stammered as Hugh began cracking up, "It's quite alright, mate." He said to the young man. 

The man smiled, "Mr. Jackman, I'm sorry. Wolverine is my all-time favorite X-Men character." Hugh smiled, "Can I please get a picture with you? I swear I'll keep it professional after." He asked.

Hugh laughed, "Sure thing, mate. I'm sorry, love, but do you mind helping our waiter out with a picture?" He asked, almost embarrassingly. 

I chuckled, "I don't mind." The waiter smiled, handing me his cell phone as Hugh got up to stand beside him, making a Wolverine pose as if he had retractable claws. 

He pat the man on the back and sat back across from me, "Thank you so much, Mr. Jackman. And thank you for taking the picture. My name is William. What can I start you guys off with to drink?" He asked. 

Hugh and I looked at each other, "I think I'll take a martini." I said, flipping through the bar menu. "No problem, William. I'll take a martini, and also, a chocolate milkshake. Large, William." 

I giggled at his serious tone making sure William understood Hugh wanted a large. "Coming right up, are there any appetizers you guys want to start with?" William asked before walking off as we both shook our heads. 

Hugh looked up at me, damn was he sexy, "So, tell me about you." He said, smirking. 

I pursed my lips wondering what to tell, "Hmm, let's see... I have a Frenchie, his name is Harley. I'm an intern for a local business. I have a degree in journalism. I moved here from South Carolina after graduating college for a better chance of a career in journalism." 

He nodded, taking my words in, "I've always wanted a French Bulldog. I also have a degree in journalism. I moved here from Australia many years ago, but I moved for X-Men." He said, forcing his accent deeper as he mentioned being from Australia. 

I chuckled, "You do have a very sexy accent. I actually didn't know you weren't American because your American accent is so convincing." 

He smirked, "I happen to think your accent is sexy too." He said flirtatiously, making me blush.

I laughed, "I literally sound like cornbread, stop." 

He laughed, "You do not. Even if you did, cornbread tastes good." 

Our waiter returned with our drinks and Hugh's large milkshake, and proceeded to take our order. I reached for the menus, but Hugh swiped them from me, handing them to our server. 

He winked at me, "Gotta be quicker than that, beautiful." 

I playfully rolled my eyes, "Tell me more about you." I said, resting my chin on my hands, giving him my undivided attention. 

He smiled, "What do you wanna know?" He asked flirtatiously. 

I shrugged, "Everything." 

He chuckled, "For starters, I have two children, Ava and Oscar. They are 4 and 9. I play cricket. I enjoy singing. Every year, I go back to Australia and do the polar plunge. I'm recently divorced. Anything else you want to know?" 

I smirked, "Have you been with anyone since the divorce?" 

He looked at, surprised at my question, but smiled, "No, no I haven't. I haven't been with anyone besides her since 1995." 

I bit my lip, raising my brow with a giggle, "So you're not a douche bag then, noted."

He smiled sweetly, "No, I'm not a douche bag." He said softly. 

I shifted in my seat, taking a sip from my martini, "What are you hoping to come from this?"  

He shrugged, "I really don't know, love. I have no expectations, whatever happens, happens. What about you?" He asks, his eyes burning through me, almost with a lust. 

I smirked, "I kind of go with the flow. Whatever happens, happens." 

He bit his lip, "I like that." 

As the night went on, we ate our food and drank a few martinis. Both of us, feeling a little tipsy and beginning to ask risque questions as he moved his chair to my side of the table, now beside me. 

"So tell me, what are some of your turn-ons?" I asked with a smirk, sipping my 3rd martini.

His one hand moved to my thigh under the table, "Does it count if I say you?" He smirked, looking me in the eyes. 

I bit my lip, "Do you want to um...get out of here?" I asked him quietly. 

He grabbed my hand, "C'mon, love." and began leading me towards the entrance of the rooftop bar to head back downstairs and to the sidewalk. "Let's go to my car." He said, leading me to an SUV.

As we got to the car, he rushed towards the backseat, opening the door, motioning for me to climb in. I climbed in, sliding to the other end as he quickly slid in beside me, shutting the door and pulling me onto his lap, slamming his lips against mine as he roughly gripped my hips.  I felt him begin pushing his hips upwards, grinding into me as I reached behind us, positioning myself upwards, tugging at his belt. 

"Take this off..." I muttered against his lips as he bit my bottom lip, I pulled away and slid my top off as he helped me, tossing it into the seat beside us, leaving me in my bra and jeans. I slid off of him to remove my jeans and underwear as he undid his belt and jeans, his hard dick exposed. 

"Come here." He said, almost demanding, as he grabbed my arm, bringing my lips back to his as I straddled his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck as I lowered myself down onto him, taking every inch. 

He moaned against my lips, "Fuck, you're tight." He said lowly as he sucked on my bottom lip, nibbling at it. 

I began bouncing up and down, roughly, my moans filling the car. I felt him reach up and grab my breasts, that were covered by my bra, squeezing them. "Shit, your cock feels so good inside me." I cried out. 

He pushed my bra down, exposing my breasts as he popped one of my nipples into my mouth, nibbling at it and sucking as he started thrusting his hips up to meet mine. "Oh fuck!" I yelled as he moved his hands to my hips and started thrusting hard into me. 

"We gotta be quick, we're in a parking lot." He chuckled as he began moaning again. 

I could feel my orgasm coming, I grabbed his chin, forcing his face back to mine, crashing my lips onto his. "Cum for me, baby." He said huskily, moving his lips down to my neck, sucking and biting softly. 

I felt my eyes practically roll back into my head as I let myself go, my juices flowing down his throbbing cock as he spilled his load inside me. 

"Second date?" He asked, out of breath, laughing. 

I nodded, catching my breath, "Definitely."  

[thislovintime]

At the premiere of Head, November 1968.

“The first time I met Peter was at the Troubadour where he performed, long before the auditions. I’ve always liked his warmth and honesty. And he’s always been very kind to me. Both Davy and Peter have lived with us and Peter was always very considerate, helping with the dishes and all. One night Mike just brought Davy home to dinner and that was how I met him. It was at a very early period, right after the guys had been chosen. Davy was so charming and nice. He would walk the dog, play with Christian and compliment my cooking — really nice to have around. Christian liked all of them right from the first. He’s always so happy when any of the Monkees drop over. When Davy and Peter lived with us it was kind of a family atmosphere. They just all kind of pitched in — and even babysat for us!” - Phyllis Nesmith, Fave, January 1968

“I remember staying at Mike’s house in Hollywood when we first started filming the series. It was the upper story of a two-story building on a little hillside. Mike’s wife, Phyllis, was wonderful. Mike and I laughed a lot and played music together. I remember that time very fondly.” - Peter Tork, When The Music Mattered (1984)

“Michael was very kind to me at the outset. He put me up through the entire shooting of the pilot process. He and his wife had a wonderful little apartment just big enough for a guest on the day bed, which overlooked Hollywood. I remember a Thanksgiving Day when the air was crystal clear in a way that I’ve never seen it before or since in L.A., and you could see all the way out to Catalina. It was wonderful. That crystal clarity symbolizes the whole era for me. Mike and I wrote a few things together. We were very comradely and very buddy buddy, and it was a wonderful time, with Mike’s then wife, Phyllis, and Christian, their little infant baby. The early days of the pilot shooting were just great by my lights and I had a wonderful time.” - Peter Tork, quoted in Hey, Hey, We’re The Monkees (1996) (x)

Q: “Being that your tastes were similar, and you both were the first to leave the group, why didn’t you form a group with Peter Tork?” Michael Nesmith: “I don’t like Peter Tork — never have liked him, I don’t like him as a man. I have to qualify that now: Me not liking somebody doesn’t mean that they’re bad people — he could do a lot of wonderful things for and to me. Not liking someone to me is a very gut reaction — a very visceral attitude. The first reaction to Peter was one of dislike. I don’t like him, I have never liked him, and I probably will never like him. I didn’t enjoy playing in a band with Peter, and I still don’t. Our tastes were much the same, our political beliefs were similar, our ideas of fun, pleasure, our intellectual capacity, our ability to talk to each other — we were very much alike. I have a great respect for Peter — his technical abilities on an instrument and the positions he took were well conceived ideas, always a posture with a motive, never emotional. I don’t like my mother. She happens to be a very nice lady — never done anything that would make me not like her — but I don’t. I like my wife.” - Hit Parader, February 1972 (x)

“[We were] partners in silence.” - Michael Nesmith, Rolling Stone, December 3, 2019

“I have a great deal of respect for Mike as a musician and a songwriter. He’s very good. He could make it on his own easily. Also he’s one of the funniest people I’ve ever met.” - Peter Tork, Flip, August 1967

"I have a lot of respect for Michael.” - Peter Tork, The Sacramento Bee, April 20, 1997

“I still have a lot of respect for Michael.” - Peter Tork, WDBB, February 2006

[just-jordie-things]

spiderman fan anon here again who yapped abt how i think ur spideygumi fic is the literal greatest spidey au of all time.. sry i hope ur not tired of hearing abt it but i just reread the fic (again) and i cant stop thinking abt what mc and megumis development would be like from here… megumi is definitely not the typical peter-parker-type with his sense of justice (as one of his figures’ packaging hilariously summarizes “i save people unequally”) which has SOO much potential for a Good fucking hero story AND new relationship dynamic. like maybe megumi tries to become kind of a more “moral” hero on his own, but shit happens, maybe the govt or police are too corrupt and he realizes he can only trust himself to bring justice to the city, a more batman-like mentality. would mc have a problem with his morality and pull away? would she agree with it and help him as a journalist? would she disagree and give him the With great power Comes great responsibility spiel, leading to him growing into a more “true” spiderman-like hero? Idfk i do not write at all but i cant turn off my comics-loving brain with all this potential!!! i also dont mean to push u to write any of this but i had to talk abt it before i Exploded

the way i wanna make this fic a 5 movie franchise now becuz OMG THE AVENUES THIS OPENS UPPP

i am a marvel girl (sorry battinson baby even u aren't my fav) so i see spiderman!gumi having a deadpool mentality but without the mouth lolol

ok here's some very small thoughts i have about what a continuation in the story would've looked like:

he tries to find a mix between the public eyes' idea of the right thing and his version of the right thing but... dammit some people just gotta suffer a bit don't they?

he sees someone get a lil too harsh with a dog and he can't just give em a lil scare. next thing he knows they're beaten beyond recognition and webbed up to a wall for the police to deal with. fuck that guy, who hurts dogs??

when the news starts to call him things like menace and people start to wonder if he's not the altruistic hero they thought he was, megumi tries to balance between the different schools of thought of justice. he has you by his side, supporting him and wishing him all the best with being the best he can be...

so when some perp he's apprehending starts spouting off some real nasty shit, megumi tries to tell himself that prison will bring him to justice. over and over in his head he tells himself that he has to let some things go...

but damnit this bigoted asshole won't shut up and megumi just doesn't see how society could possibly function with pieces of shit like this roaming around. and no, when the guy's body goes limp after a swift ninety-degree head-spinning snap to the neck, megumi doesn't feel any regret. only relief that there's one less bastard in his city.

as for you, you've always trusted in spiderman. so you're learning to place your trust in megumi, too. you hate the rare occasion when he visits you bloodied and bruised, but you hate the idea of a city without spiderman's protection even more. you've been a fan of spiderman since the first day you'd heard of the sightings. a ride or die doesn't walk away just because things are getting a little nastier out there.

a career in journalism will prove to be difficult. the truth about megumi's double life is a secret that you both understand must stay contained no matter the price. you probably bounce around a few firms, trying to find just the right place to land where you can write the truth without revealing too much. however most outlets just want to report on the crimes spiderman himself has committed, and you struggle with badmouthing your hero (and your boyfriend)

i like to think megumi laughs at the papers trying to paint him as a villain. it doesn't stress him out, it's nothing to him really. just a source of entertainment for him to read to you over dinner. between the two of you, you handle the ugly headlines far worse. but megumi likes to rile you up by reading all the worst ones to you, just to make you fuss over it all. some nights it's like you're rivals again- megumi taunting you with the latest edition of the spider-menace storytelling, chuckling when you start to crinkle your brows and spout off about how some writers are uneducated phonies or how they're ungrateful for what he's done. you never fail to go on a long winded rant followed by some chugged down water. and as always, megumi will just smirk and shake his head as he throws away said latest edition.

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i lost wind here but i would love to hear if anyone has other thoughts too!!

[knoxvillesjackass]

comfort cuddles - j.k

𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑠, 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑦, 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑐𝑢𝑑𝑑𝑙𝑒𝑠.

words; 667

The frigid air whipped my hair from my face, and I wrapped my arms around my body for warmth and comfort as the heavy rain splashed down on me. I pulled my trench coat closed and cinched it around my waist, knowing that I would probably catch a cold soon as I felt the cold autumn air against my bare legs.

It wasn’t a long walk from the office and back to my apartment by any means, but the rain and occasional thunder made the walk seem pretty damn long.

Johny had told me to call him after work so I would not have to walk home in the terrible weather. Of course, I had ignored his instruction because I did not want to be a burden to him, but I had seriously regretted that decision as cars drove past me, splashing me with mud puddles and whatnot.

As I reached the apartment, which I shared with Johnny, I could hear our dog, Brotus softly whining as he waited for me to enter.

As soon as I opened the door, Brotus greeted me excitedly, but even the small task of greeting my dog was just too hard. Not a single drop of energy was in my body. I would have preferred to drop to the floor and fall asleep on the spot.

I shook the rain off my coat as I dropped my large, heavy bag of unimportant work materials at my feet. I kicked off my high-heeled shoes that I had so regretted wearing and grabbed my foot, applying pressure to the blister that had formed on my heel.

“Y/N?” Johnny yelled as he poked his head out of the kitchen, his eyes widening at the sight of me. He rushed towards me, rolling up his sleeves and helping me out of my soaked coat.

“Jesus Christ, Y/N. I told you to call me. Why did you walk home in this weather? You could have gotten sick!” Johnny scolded.

I muttered a low “I know” and dawdled past a bewildered Johnny towards our shared bedroom to change. I slipped out of my pants and pulled on a pair of sweatpants.

“I made dinner,” Johnny informed, leaning against the bedroom doorframe as I pulled your shirt over my head. “I’m not hungry,” I mumbled, walking over to Johnny and turning my back to him, signalling for him to unhook my bra.

“I cooked your favourite,” Johnny mumbled, unclasping my bra as he leaned down to kiss my shoulder.

I hummed in response and pulled on a nice warm sweater.

Johnny grabbed me by the shoulders and gently turned me around. He knew me better than anyone. He probably knew me better than I knew myself. That also meant that I could not hide my feelings from Johnny no matter how hard I then tried.

The day had been so shitty. So shitty that I wanted nothing more than to let it all out.

“What’s wrong? Hmm?” Johnny sympathetically asked as he placed his large hand on your cheek and massaged it gently.

I looked up at Johnny, struggling to come out with words before my tears finally overwhelmed me.

I let the steady stream of tears fall down my hot cheeks, and before Johnny could react, I jumped up and wrapped my arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. Johnny wasted no time in wrapping his arms around my waist and lifting me.

“Oh, darling,” Johnny chuckled sadly as he kissed my tear-stained cheek. I gasped and sniffled softly into Johnny's neck, already feeling a bit better.

Johnny walked into the living room, sat down on the couch and repositioned me on his lap. I nuzzled my cheek against his chest and curled my legs close together, fitting perfectly in his embrace like a tiny ball.

No words were necessary. The silence was enough. Every now and then, Johnny would peck me softly on the forehead, making sure I knew he was there whenever I needed him.

[wheretheharekissesthefox]

The place where we belong

Halsin returns to Waterdeep and is greeted by Astarion. They start to talk - secrets (and feelings) are revealed.

(Trigger warning (18+): graphic description of sex, smut, body worship, consensual blood drinking, fellatio, frottage, mentioning of past non-con/rape, fluff, the feels, character study)

Notes:

I used official D&D/Forgotten Realms maps to pinpoint the locations of Gale's tower house. The maps can be found here , here, and here.

A few other fanfics (Tav’s gift, Tav’s sex parade – Chapter 8: Just in time for dinner, Why do you make me feel this way? - Chapter 13: Contentment) are mentioned.

To avoid confusion: In one of my other fanfics Halsin and Tav had named the owlbear cup Naïlo, which means 'night breeze' in the Elven language.

Halsin's quasi-official last name's based on this tumblr post.

According to DnD lore, elves reach their physically maturity at 25 and their mental maturity at around 100. This is also the time, when they get a new, 'adult' name.

According to DnD lore, elves don't sleep, but rest in a meditative, trance-like state called reverie. You can see Astarion (and your Elven Tav) do exactly that in camp during a long rest when a sleep-around-the-campfire cutscene plays.

Halsin closed his eyes and took a deep breath. The spring air smelled fresh and slightly sweet even in the City of Splendors. It probably helped that Gale's tower house was located right next to the sea and Mount Waterdeep. Halsin knocked at the door, heart thumping against his breastbone. He smiled when Astarion opened it and looked up at him.

"Oak Father, preserve you, Astarion. How are you?"

"Hello, druid, I'm doing fantastic. And you?"

"It's good to be back. Can I come in?"

"Of course."

The vampire spawn stepped aside and waved Halsin inside. The latter chuckled amused, entered the tower house, took his boots off, and dropped his bags with a relieved sigh.

"Where's everyone?" he asked.

Astarion leaned against the door frame casually, arms crossed and hip canted to the side.

"Well, as you know, a lot of things have changed. Shadowheart became a high priestess of Selûne, Gale teaches at the Blackstaff Academy now, and our beloved bard's travelling around North Faerûn again, singing her heart out. It's just you and me, darling."

"I see. I'm glad you're here even though you can walk in the sun again," smiled Halsin.

Astarion smiled back.

"Are you hungry?"

"I wouldn't say no to a meal."

"Tea?"

"Would be appreciated, thank you."

"Come on then," lilted Astarion and turned towards the kitchen, but before Halsin could follow him, Scratch and Naïlo barged into the entrance hallway, barking and hooting. With a laugh, the druid distributed some well-deserved affection. When they finally had their fill, the dog and the owlbear scuttled back into the living room. Only now, Tara made her appearance.

"Welcome home, Mister Silverbough," she purred, slinking closer to receive chin scratches.

"Hello, Tara. It's nice to be back," smiled Halsin and provided her the volitional caresses.

Astarion choked on air he didn't need to breathe in.

"You have a last name?!"

Halsin blinked at him dumbly.

"... yes?"

"I thought you're just Halsin. You know, Halsin the druid and so on, but you have a family name?"

"Doesn't... everyone?"

"Gods! I'm shocked." Theatrically, Astarion placed a hand on his heart. "Are there even more secrets I need to be informed about?"

The addressed stayed silent for a while, then he said quietly: "I don't have an adult name. Just like you."

The vampire spawn stared at him wide-eyed.

"You don't? Halsin..." His voice broke and his hand shook as he touched the druid's arm. "Why not? What happened?"

Halsin swallowed thickly, averting his eyes from the intense ruby-red gaze.

"My... my parents died before I hit Elven Maturity. It felt wrong to get rid of the name they gave me. It would have been like throwing away a gift."

"I'm sorry," Astarion whispered sincerely.

The druid nodded.

"So am I. But other than me, you had no choice. You got turned into a spawn when you were only thirty-nine. It would have been another sixty-one years before your coming-of-age celebration."

Astarion barked a bitter laugh.

"As it turns out, I rarely had a choice in life."

"And I'm sorry about that."

Astarion bristled at the softness of Halsin's eyes and the sincerity of his words. 'Don't pity me,' he wanted to snarl, but he didn't. He knew it wasn't pity but compassion. He took a deep breath and calmed the storm that raged inside him.

"Thank you. For everything," he said and Halsin nodded, smiling understandingly.

"I'll make tea," Astarion remarked, rushing into the kitchen to hide his traitorous teary eyes.

Halsin followed him, surprisingly light-footed and silently for his height and width. The vampire spawn placed the sandwich tray on the table without looking at him.

"Astarion," the druid spoke softly. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing!" the addressed snapped. "Everything's fine. Mind your own business!"

Halsin took hold of Astarion's shaking hands.

"Why are you in distress? Tell me, little vampire."

The addressed shivered and finally looked up at the wood elf.

"I - I hate it. I hate that I never had a choice. I'm stuck with my child name – my child name – forever! I'm a member of the Ancunin family, godsdammit, I was promised great things: a dignified name, a powerful position in politics, wealth, respect. And I got fangs, red eyes, and fragile immortality instead! It wasn't my choice. I never had a choice!"

Now, tears were running down his cheeks.

"Don't you get it, druid? I'm jealous of you! You kept your name because you wanted to. You had a choice I never had. And now, look at you: the great druid Halsin Silverbough. Dignified and distinguished. And all I am is a spawn."

"Now, now," Halsin murmured, gently wiping Astarion's tears away with his thumbs. "Why so bitter about your faith? I know how unfair life was to you, how much pain and horror you had to endure, but that lies in the past. Just look at you and how wonderful you turned out even after everything you went through. Or maybe because of it. You're extraordinary, Astarion. You have such a big heart and you're so good, little vampire."

The addressed sobbed, squeezing his eyes shut. The druid's words hurt, downright burned in his chest, and he felt the bitterness eat at him like acid.

Halsin's thumbs brushed over his wet cheeks again. So gently. Too gently. Astarion wanted to scream and rip the other elf's throat out.

"May I kiss you?" Halsin whispered, and even though his entire body wanted to kill instead of kiss, Astarion nodded with a sob.

Halsin's mouth was soft and undemanding. He just brushed their lips together gently before pulling back and wrapping Astarion into a hug. The latter sighed. The druid was so warm, soft and firm at the same time, and utterly unthreatening. The vampire spawn melted into his arms and started to calm down. He only let go of Halsin when the water threatened to boil over. Reluctantly, Astarion stepped back and brew tea. Lavender, of course. The druid touched his tense shoulder.

"Feeling better?"

Astarion nodded.

"Drink your tea and eat your meal," he ordered.

With a small smile, Halsin obeyed and sat down at the table. While he devoured the first sandwich, generously topped with salted butter, cucumber slices and garden cress, the vampire spawn went to the bathroom to splash some cold water in his puffy face. He felt a bit ashamed about his emotional outburst and scolded himself an idiot for telling the druid about his true feelings. He wished for the ground to open up and swallow him whole. Astarion took in a shuddering breath – still always breathing even though there was no need for it – and willed himself to calm down.

"Astarion?"

"Give me a minute!"

He exhaled, opened his eyes, and look into the mirror above the sink. All he saw was his white shirt and his black leather trousers. And all he could conclude from it was what he already knew by looking down at his body: he was skinny. Astarion left the bathroom. Halsin looked troubled.

"I'm fine," the vampire spawn sighed. "Stop worrying and eat up."

Lost in thought, the druid gazed at the half-eaten sandwich in his hands – triple cheese – before, finally, finishing it with gusto. Astarion watched him fondly.

"Gale made a lingonberry jam pie. Do you want some?"

Halsin's eyes went wide, sparkling with joy, and the vampire spawn laughed.

"That's a yes, I wager."

He got up, grabbed the pie, and cut off a big slice. Then, he slid the plate over to the druid and handed him a fork. Halsin moaned at the first bite. The tartness of the berries and the sweetness of the sugar were perfectly balanced with the exotic spices in the crust.

"Yes, yes. Gale's a god in the kitchen, I know," teased Astarion and the druid nodded, still chewing.

"Delicious," the latter sighed then, shovelling more of the pie into his mouth.

Chuckling, the vampire spawn observed him. When Halsin had emptied his plate, he leaned back with a satisfied sigh and a stupid smile on his face. Astarion was in the mood to play the good host, refilled the druid's teacup, and washed the dishes.

Afterwards, they moved into the living room and joined the animals in front of the crackling fireplace. Contently, Halsin stretched out like a cat on a hot tin roof and cracked his knuckles, leaning against Naïlo's large, feathery flank. Astarion sat down next to him, avidly petting Scratch's ears. The dog's tail thumped against the carpet as he grumbled happily. Lazily, Halsin turned his head around and stated: "If you want, you can drink from me, little vampire."

Astarion froze, a shiver running down his spine at the pet name. He locked eyes with the druid.

"Really?" he breathed.

Halsin nodded with a smile. The vampire spawn licked his lips in anticipation and crawled towards the druid. He remembered how Halsin's blood got him drunk every time like a bear's. He still wondered why that was. Maybe it was an elf thing, but Astarion hadn't had the chance to test said theory yet.

"This is only our third time," he purred. "It's still exciting, isn't it?"

Smiling, Halsin stroke Astarion's cheek.

"It always is, little vampire."

He got off Naïlo and lay down on the floor instead. Astarion crawled on top of him, already salivating. With mirth dancing in his hazel eyes, Halsin whispered: "Be gentle."

"Anything for you, darling."

Astarion made a show of opening his mouth and presenting his sharp fangs, slowly running his tongue over his teeth. He felt smug when Halsin shuddered underneath him. It was a heady feeling to dominate such a hunk of a man. Astarion felt powerful and was, to his own surprise, utterly turned on and hard. He bent down to lick a broad strip across the druid's neck who's pulse was hammering under the suntanned skin. Astarion placed a gentle kiss there before biting down. Halsin gasped when the vampire spawn's fangs pierced his skin and icy cold numbness flooded the affected area of his neck like an anaesthetic. Astarion couldn't hold back the moan as the first gush of rich blood hit his palate. It tasted so different from other people's, almost animalistic in a way, and Astarion loved it. He swallowed another mouthful greedily and Halsin arched up into him, hips bucking.

"Astarion," the druid moaned, burying his fingers in the silver-white curls.

As an answer, the addressed slid his knee between the other man's legs and pressed his thigh into his crotch. Halsin moaned, rutting against the offered friction. He already was embarrassingly close. He could feel – and hear – how Astarion sucked his blood to the surface and gulped it down. Goosebumps spread over his skin and his thick legs trembled. Halsin deliberately stroke Astarion's pointy ear – a most intimate gesture in Elven culture – rolled his hips up, and panted: "My little vampire."

Astarion moaned into his neck, still feeding from him, and his fingernails dug deeper into the druid's chest. Halsin's eyes rolled back in his head and he climaxed with a loud, guttural moan. He felt lightheaded.

Maybe Astarion had taken too much of his blood this time, he thought, but didn't really care because he was too blissed out.

The vampire spawn finally drew back, panting and with his pupils blown wide.

"Amazing," he slurred. "Delicious. Delectable."

Halsin tugged at the laces of Astarion's trousers.

"Let me. Please."

The vampire spawn closed his eyes with a moan and nodded. Hastily, the druid fumbled the trousers down his pale, skinny legs. But Astarion flinched when Halsin's hand ran over his rear to help get the item of clothing off.

"I won't touch you more than necessary," the druid promised.

Panting, Astarion nodded and did his damn best to keep himself up on his arms.

They weren't intimate with each other. Ever. The only exceptions had been that foursome they'd had with Tav and Shadowheart which had made Astarion incredibly uncomfortable, and the other time had been when he'd first fed from Halsin almost five years ago. There had been a few sweet, chaste kisses in between, but nothing else. Astarion had never wanted anything else.

Now though, he moaned when the druid wrapped his hand around his member and started to stroke. The position wasn't favourable and Halsin's arm was at a weird angle, but he was experienced enough to make it work. He was sure that Astarion wouldn't approve if he'd flip them over. Thus, Halsin let the vampire spawn have the upper hand – at least, he gave him the illusion of it. Carefully, the druid stroke the vampire spawn's erection, spreading precum around, and rubbing his thumb over the glans. Astarion whined, lips still smeared with blood. His arms shook, saliva started to drip down from the corner of his mouth. If Halsin had been younger, he would have felt smug, but since he was over three hundred and fifty years old, he was simply enjoying making his partner feel good.

Heavy-lidded, the druid looked up at the trembling vampire spawn and another, new desire rose.

"Astarion, let me taste you. Please."

The addressed moaned and went cross-eyed.

"I… can't. Aah... Gods..."

"Please, little vampire. Let me suck you off."

Astarion's hips stuttered, his arms gave out and he landed face-first on top of Halsin's heaving chest. The latter caressed the vampire's spawn prominent hip bone.

"Sit on my face."

"Can't. My legs feel like overcooked noodles."

"May I turn you onto your back then?"

Astarion stayed quiet for a moment, only panting and twitching.

"Alright," he finally muttered.

Halsin reacted immediately, grabbing Astarion's waist, rolling them over, and swallowing his cock down to the root. Astarion cried out, almost jack-knifing off the floor. Halsin hummed, kept sucking him off, and stroke his pale thighs soothingly.

"F... uck!" Astarion whined.

He bucked his hips up one more time and came down Halsin's willing throat. The druid drank it all with relish. He hadn't had such a good cock in months. With closed eyes, he swallowed again and licked his lips.

"Gods above," Astarion wheezed, surprised about the intensity of his orgasm. He hadn't even hidden in his head. There had been no time. He definitely did not squeak when Halsin gently pulled his foreskin down and slurp at the head. Astarion's leg kicked out involuntarily.

"Off," he groaned, overwhelmed by the heat of the druid's mouth on his sensitive, spent member.

Halsin immediately complied and licked his fingers clean.

"My seeds aren't honey, you know?" the vampire spawn joked weakly.

"True. But you taste good nonetheless," the druid replied.

It made Astarion whimper and his cock twitch.

"Come here, druid," he said, opening up his arms.

The addressed embraced the vampire spawn and rolled onto his back to position his partner on top of him. He didn't want Astarion to feel suffocated. The latter hummed in appreciation and kissed Halsin as a thank you. Their tongues slid along each other, cold against hot, the taste of blood and cum mingling. Halsin slurped on Astarion's tongue before releasing it and sleepily smiling up at him. The vampire spawn sighed and lay his head onto the druid's chest. They rested like this, slipping in and out of reverie.

Halsin caressed Astarion's arm. Suddenly, he said: "I know one should not poke a bear, but your name is beautiful."

The vampire spawn smiled a little.

"Thank you. So is yours."

After a moment of comfortable silence, the druid mumbled: "There's another secret I haven't told you yet. After losing my parents, I always wished to belong somewhere again. Sure, I had the village community and later the Grove, but... I never felt like I truly belonged there. I always felt like a stranger. But now... here... I finally found a place where I belong. Tav, Shadowheart, Gale, you. Even Lae'zel, Karlach, and Wyll. I love you all, and you gave me a place in your family. I feel like I finally belong again. After decades, no, centuries. I'm grateful for it."

Astarion stayed quiet for a while, playing with Halsin's shirt while contemplating his reply.

"I feel the same. Cazador called us a family, but that's not what we were. I was lost, scared, bitter. And then, I found Tav. Our beautiful, good-hearted Tav. And I fell for her. Deeply. She brought us all together, believed in the good in us. Helped me heal. Helped me find the parts of myself again that had been lost for two centuries. And now, I belong. We all do. This is the place where we belong."

A smile spread over Halsin's face and he stroke Astarion's curls while he answered: "It truly is."

[menaasstuff]

The Misfortunate Incident

Chapter Two

While walking to the kitchen in search of some food after her shower, Emilia heard the familiar tune coming from her phone which notified her that Jessi was calling. Scooping up her phone, she grimaced when thinking about what this conversation would involve. She’d updated Jessi through text about how her presentation had gone and knowing her like she does, Emilia knew she’d have to give her a play by play before she’d even think about letting her stew in her own humiliation.

“He—”

“EMILIA!! Please tell me you were joking!” Jessi cut off. Pushing aside pleasantries between these two was common when there were more important matters to discuss.

“Well, I mean it really does sound worse than—”

“YOU PUKED ON PROFESSOR BARKLEY” her best friend nearly screeched before breaking off into a fit of giggles that made Emilia feel both mortified and amused.

“Jess—"

“Bhahaha—I’m sorry it’s not funny but— “Jessi snorted before another fit of laughter overtook her and interrupted her attempt to comfort her friend.

            Pulling the phone away from her ear Emilia couldn’t help the slight smile that broke across her face, at the sound of her best friend’s uncontrollable laughter caused by her ridiculous misfortune. As she waited for her best friend to finally calm down and regain her barring’s, Emilia let out an amused sign before beginning to prepare her cup noodle dinner.

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“I’m telling you Em, it really isn’t that bad, everyone will forget about it by Tuesday, and it’ll be like it never happened. Besides, if you ask me that was probably the most iconic thing you could’ve done in that class. Everyone knows Barkley is the least interesting, longwinded professor in our university” Jessi snorted after the girls debriefed the events of Emilia’s disaster of a day.

“He looked at me like I’d just ran over his dog as I walked out of class, I probably traumatized the poor man—stop laughing it’s not funny I can hear you!” Emilia whined. She’d long since finished her dinner and settled onto her couch, the girls had switched to facetiming each other halfway through the call. This gave her the perfect view to all her friends gasps and giggles that occurs during the recounting of events that occur in her last lecture of the day.

“Are we going to watch this show or not jess, you’ve only been asking me to watch it for the last couple of weeks” Emilia snorted while searching up her friend’s latest obsession, a show called F4 Thailand, which Jessi hadn’t stopped nagging her to get into since it started airing. After talking they’d decided to watch it together on facetime since neither girl thought it was a good idea to go out considering the weather.

“Yes, gosh we got so sidetracked its literally already nearing 7pm”

“I know, somebody was having too much fun laughing at my pain, you’re. lucky I don’t have work tomorrow or we’d never get to watch—” Emilia’s spiel was cut off as a crack of thunder sounded through the room and echoed from the phone.

            Since they’d been on the phone the storm clouds had rolled in and darkened the once tranquil blue sky, turning it a dark grey almost black while the sun set to light up another part of the world till tomorrow. Her mother had messaged to inform her, shed be spending the night at the hospital to avoid going out in the rain, and asked her to make sure all the windows and front door were locked. She also reminded her daughter where the flashlights were kept in case of a power outage and not to stay up too late just because it was the weekend.

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After settling in and pulling up the show on their respective tv’s, the girls hit play and began to indulge in their favorite past time just like the hopeless romantics they were. The girls loved to throw in their own commentary and overzealous reactions to the scenes playing out before them, which led for the apartments to be filled with laughter and yelling that looked a bit like this.

“Ooh he’s cute, is he the main lead”

“Why was that literally the most dramatic way to bump into someone I’ve ever seen” “Em I’ve honestly seen you do worse, leave that girl alone”

“No because literally all he needed to do was take a wet wipe and clean his shoe, its rhinestone” “I thought the exact same thing when I first saw that scene but like he’s also supposed to be a spoiled brat so”

“Wow she literally walked away from her when the ONLY reason she’s even getting bullied is because of her, I’m going to swing” “My thing is like okay yea I get not wanting to get bullied but like no one was even around, SHE COULD’VE ATLEAST SAID HI”

“Why is MJ kinda...” “Right, they need to give my man more appreciation”

“AHH NOT HIM BUYING THE BUS SHE TAKES” “IF HE WNTED TO HE WOULD”

“No wait—” A crack or thunder accompanied the tv and lights in the apartment shutting off and plunging the two girls into darkness with a screech.

“Ugh you have got to be kidding me right now” “No we were literally only on episode four you haven’t even got to see the best parts yet”

            Sighing while getting up from the couch, Emilia headed to the kitchen cabinet under the sink to retrieve the flashlight and shine some light in the otherwise pitch-black living room. Walking back into her living room she calls out to Jessi and lets her know they’ll have to continue tomorrow before they bid goodbye and hang up for the night.

            After double checking all the windows and front door locks, she was about to head into her room when she saw what she thought was a spark coming from the outlet that the tv was plugged into. Standing completely still it only took a minute before she once again saw the flick of sparks coming from the outlet, and decided it was better to unplug the set for the night than risk the possibility of a fire starting while she slept.

Crouching down she reached out for the plug, when -- CRASH -- the sound of a frame being knocked to the floor caused her to jump back onto her bottom while looking over to the source of the sound and seeing her cat Salem sitting on the counter while cleaning his paws.

“Do only exist to give me heart attacks” she chided while shaking her head and resting her hand on her chest to calm down. She’d always hated thunderstorms and now without the distraction of the tv and the only light filling the room being that of the flashlight coupled with the occasional flash of lighting, her fear was being to creep up on her.

Taking a second to collect her thoughts she refocused on her goal of unplugging the tv and heading to bed to sleep off the remanent of the day. Reaching forward she grasped the plug and pulled before she saw a bigger spark ignite and an intense buzz run up her arm through her body before everything went black.

[brynnterpretations]

hii! hope you’re having a wonderful time! may i please request a ship from the boys?

i'm a straight female in my mid twenties.

i have brown eyes and wavy brown hair and i'm 157cm.

my love language is physical touch,

i'm extremely stubborn and competitive. i'm sarcastic to a fault and have trouble identifying and expressing my emotions. i thrive under pressure.

i'm a newbie silversmith and jewellery designer.

my hobbies include painting, archery and uncontrollably crying to sad songs while regretting my life decisions.

i love animals and i have 2 dogs.

and uh, yeah that’s it really! thank you and have a great day.

Thank you for the ship and being so sweet! I hope you're doing well and like this. ♡

I ship you with...

Billy Butcher ♡

Boyfriend

GIF Source: @supeshunter ★ (link)

You and Billy meet due to you being affected by a C-level Supe in NYC — probably Webweaver, or another scummy, bottom-of-the-Barrel V-byproduct. Butcher, ever on the lookout for anyone who's been disadvantaged by Vought and its repercussions, would step in to help you, whether it's just gathering your information to build a case (on Hughie's advising) or "taking matters into his own hands" (on Butcher's prerogative, which... let's not).

Through that, you two begin talking, although it's nothing but professional. The guy's just doing his job, and you're just trying to get back to your job, and after Becca, he's not actively seeking a relationship.

However, as your help is needed more-and-more, and you continue stopping by the hideout for investigation related-things, Butcher finds himself falling for you, even though he's emotionally constipated and initially tries not to admit it to himself.

So, he thinks you're cute physically, and is a sucker for sarcastic types, but his attraction would be firmly cemented when he finds out you do archery. Badass women are 100% his weakness, and add that to silversmith work? Sold. He's been sold. You've sold him.

He would make a very lowkey first move on you, despite his brash nature, just asking if you wanted to go out for dinner and drinks.

Throughout the talking stage, he'd be very sweet and gentlemanly, while still, of course, being Butcher. He'd always dress up nicely (we're talking button-up, slacks, and a belt, of course), walk you home, hold doors open for you, and offer you his jacket whenever it's cold.

It would be a slowburn, though. With both of you being very emotionally reserved people, it would definitely take months throughout the talking stage before it's official.

But the talking stage? It's good, and it just means you two get to really know each other and he gets to take you on nice, thoughtful dates, like home-cooked meals (even if he's no M.M. or Frenchie, he's still pretty good), animal shelters, and, though while not as aesthetically pleasing as could be,

And... let's be real, once you two became official, you'd be able to sucker him into getting another dog with you, even though there's still a Terror-shaped hole in his heart.

Bringing us to how you two became official: through a very earnest, private conversation, where he laid out flatly to you how he felt and that, if you didn't feel the same way, he'd understand. And, when you accept? Expect the warmest embrace you've ever had in your life.

He's not a PDA person at all, but he does enjoy physical affection, and would love holding you, giving you small shoulder massages, and generally just being around you. He goes weak for being the big spoon, and if you let him? Expect a ring on your finger.

(Also, he really loves your height, because since he's typically been with women around his height/taller than him, it makes big-spooning easier.)

As mentioned, he would absolutely adore your hobbies, and even though Billy's a macho guy... if you made him a ring or a bracelet, he'd wear it every day. Not gonna lie, it would have to be something somewhat manly (probably a thin rope bracelet, minimalist ring, etc.), but it would be extremely dear to him and on his person at all times.

Billy would probably not get the crying to sad songs, but it would be refreshing to him, considering everyone he's around — himself included — is emotionally constipated. He'd be pretty awkward at first (because person crying while listening to song? Huh?), but he'd grow to see it as a show of character. Additionally, he knows you, too, are reserved in your emotions, and would feel special for being able to see that around you.

In general, I feel like both of your emotional hesitations would bring you closer, not further — there's not a lot of people in either of your lives that understands that unease, and it would provide for a very honest, beautiful relationship. While there would be hiccups (I'd assume you two would have infrequent, but still tense, silent-treatment arguments from misunderstandings), you'd always be able to work it out with each other.

He wouldn't make any grand gestures about you two dating to the other boys, rather just letting it slip. It wouldn't be because he's embarrassed, he just... doesn't really see the need (he's a "those who understand, understand" short of guy). The guys, however, would catch up very quickly, just because of how much Butcher improved since you two started going out together.

While there's still a Terror-shaped hole in your heart, he loves you, so he would 100% adopt a dog for you two to co-parent.

Since your introduction to him was through the coup, he wouldn't hold any reservations towards having you around, but he would annoyingly flip-flop if you got too close to the work, especially when tensions were running higher. While he'd always apologize for it after the fact (because, let's be real, the guy can be a bit much when he's stressed), it would definitely still happen, just because he's so afraid of losing you. He knows you're strong and capable — that's why he was drawn to you, after all — but so was his brother, Becca, and so many others in his life who passed, so while he'd want there to not be any barriers between his work life and his personal life, he'd still be anxious about your safety.

The Boys ☻

Friends

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I'll be real, Annie is definitely guilty of thinking you're too good for Butcher — we'll give her a pass because he's always been a bit of a menace towards her — but notices he gets a lot better when you're around. Like, better, better. He just seems in a better mood, and often makes more choices than just "let's give 'em hell".

She wouldn't talk to you too much, mostly because she tries to stay out of Butcher's business, but would really like you, and often strike up casual conversations with you. She loves how crafty you are, and...

So does Kimiko, who curiously types questions about your jewelry, your smithworking, etc. In general, she really, really loves you; she's very much drawn to crafty types (it's why she and Frenchie fit together so well), and loves your personality. She would 100% bring you extremely well-made crafts of your own; once, she sculpted you out of some clay, and even though it was just the ones you get at kids' art stores, it was really fucking good.

She would make the most conscious of an effort to become close to you out of the boys, and would invite you to a lot of typical "friendship outings" that she was deprived of growing up, like sleepovers, movie nights, etc.

Also would make you bracelets out of those Michael's/JOANN jewelry-making kits, including one very cute one made of your favorite colors and name.

She adores you, dude.

Frenchie thinks you're lovely, and definitely vibes with your sense of humor — you two would share some very, very funny moments. He went to trade school before dropping out, so he has interest in silversmithing and metalwork, and would often ask to see your wor, as well as sharing some of your own.

Hughie is intimidated of you at first — we all know he freezes up around strong women, especially the sarcastic kinds — but, once he sensed you were not going to pull any sort of "take your pocket twink and go!" on him, would open up to you. While you two wouldn't share many common interests, he would be fascinated by yours.

And, lastly: you are M.M.'s saving grace. While you still possess that sarcastic streak in common with Butcher, you are definitely a grounding force for him, and the guy appreciates the peace. More, he appreciates you — while, yes, you're stubborn and competitive, you're still a levelheaded person, and tough, at that. You also remind him a lot of Janine, who shares your fire and creativity, and thinks you're a great role model for the boys.

While Kimiko would be the most likely to form a closer relationship with you, I see M.M. as being the most likely to encourage you to work more with the boys. You're truly one of a kind, and everyone can see that, but especially M.M.

So, keep being you, girl. You've got some good people on your side.

[zuuriell]

i felt like doing something so imma do this for the month! i’ll put all my answers below the cut because it’ll probably get quite long lol

1. Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome (aka POTS)

2. well, it’s pretty complicated 😭 i’ve had some symptoms for probably like a year, but around late april/early may this year i couldn’t even shower or stand up too long from how bad it got. the uk healthcare system is absolute shit though, so even tho i’ve been a&e multiple times and tried to explain how much it’s all been affecting me, i still don’t get to see a cardiologist until february 2024 :( but we’ve ruled out other options of what it could be, and my mum’s cardiologist friend agreed when i said i thought i had POTS, and my GP agrees, and my potsie friends agree so i’m kinda like unofficially diagnosed as of now?

3. relating to the last point, i am not officially diagnosed yet because of the slow asf NHS so yeah :,) but i mean to figure out what i was experiencing was POTS, it did take me like 8 months? but probably around 10 for me to accept the fact that i most likely have it too 😭 an official diagnosis unless i can rack up the money to go private is probably gonna take me like another year at this rate, but hopefully it won’t be that long

4. i have to pick just one? LOL uhh probably the blood pooling! it’s so annoying because especially when im out and about, i can’t be with my legs in the air 24/7 so it’s always bound to happen. compression socks help but only to an extent, and it stops me from doing so muchhhh :( it means that queueing for things and standing for more than a couple minutes is so so much harder, and if i have too much blood pooling in one day then my can legs ache for DAYS after that. it’s so painful and annoying and just aaghhh i hate it

5. on a regular day: i wake up, chug water which i leave by my bed for the mornings, get out of bed slowly and walk downstairs to make breakfast. i chug electrolytes and go for a short dog walk, then come home to do schoolwork and my family make lunch/dinner so i don’t have to stand around too long. i’ll make sure i get any chores done that i can, and i’ll try to chill in the evening

on a bad day/flareup: i wake up a lot later, have my electrolytes with water and only get out of bed when i need to. i’ll do schoolwork from my bed (if i feel well enough to concentrate), and have salty snacks rather than proper meals, unless my family make me anything. i stretch from bed to combat deconditioning, and if i feel decent enough i can have a bath

6. i don’t have access to any specific medication unfortunately, so i currently just manage with painkillers when my chronic pain is extra bitchy + anti-nausea meds when i feel sicky

7. salt sachets (the little ones you get at like mcdonald’s and stuff) to shove in my purse/pocket in case symptoms flare while i’m out, compression garments, electrolyte tablets, and a recliner bed so i can raise my legs more when resting

8. electrolyte drinks!! not the tablets though (i hate the taste of all the tablets except like 1 lol) - my fav is making electrolyte drinks from scratch! at the moment i really love iced lemon water with honey and salt. i also saw smth about this fancy coconut water drink to make so i may try that and it may become my favourite :0

9. salty crackers, salt and vinegar/ready salted crisps, mcdonalds fries (stfu i know these aren’t healthy but they’re my favs 😭), pretzels, nuts

+ my fav foods to dump a bunch of salt on: pasta, veggies and dips (SALTED CUCUMBER IS SO GOOD), pizza, chips, soup, risotto, probs almost anything i eat tbh

10. i’ve only got one pair but i love them so shoutout to my knee-length black compression socks <3

11. i don’t have any 🥲 i really wish i could have a cane or maybe even a rollator but my family make fun of me and i can’t afford one lolsies

12. i try to do some stretching in bed so that i can safely work against deconditioning, keeping very hydrated, trying to stay upstairs as much as possible so i don’t have to suffer my staircase, asking family to make food for me so i can save energy, taking pain meds when needed, having a cold bath (if possible), trying to keep preoccupied with work if i can, but if not i’ll watch movies on my ipad and stuff

fun fact: i wrote this on a flare LOL so oddly fitting and now i’ve already made myself a plan for the next few days!

13. the thing that’s helped me most is accepting that something is wrong and remembering to listen to my body. going through life pretending that i’m perfectly abled and don’t have anything wrong causes much more harm to me than letting myself rest a few days. it definitely isn’t easy though - i still find myself getting stressed over work deadlines don’t get me wrong, but i’d like to think i’m getting better at adapting to things and noticing when a flare is coming on so i can be prepared to take the time for my body to rest.

14. chairs are your best friends now. i steal the chairs/stools from the kitchen table whenever i’m doing chores standing up for more than 30 seconds. compression socks also help! OOH and if you’re using hot water/heated stuff and struggle with temperature dysreg, i usually grab myself a cup of ice to munch on or an icepack to hold on my chest so that i don’t overheat :)

15. i’m afraid i don’t have much input for this as i left school for health reasons 😭 but i suppose keeping hydrated, getting accommodations such as not too many stairs + being allowed to take more days off to rest for flares, compression gear where possible, staying high on sodium + electrolytes, and extended deadlines would be good!

16. i’m gonna sound so silly for this but i love rewatching my comfort stuff. i’ve got my fav youtubers + fav films/series all compiled in a list, and i spin a wheel to decide which one i’m gonna watch! other activities i enjoy though are reading, playing video games, doing goofy quizzes online, chatting with friends, and going on pinterest sprees!

17. leading on from the last prompt, my fav is a marvel movie - tbh all of them bring me so much comfort but my favs are avengers, black widow, loki and any of the thor films <3

18. my main support system is my wonderful boyfriend, kurtis @agere-tomhiddleston-imagines 💚💛 he’s helped me through so much and he’s so supportive of me no matter what, and i love him dearly for that (and how awesome he is in general ofc) <3 other than that, my parents are semi-supportive! they still get things wrong sometimes but overall they’ll help if i need things and they handle all the shitty healthcare workers for me so i truly appreciate them for that 😭🙏 ooh and definitely just the general online community of chronically ill people/potsies!! i love y���all so much 🫶

19. okay i don’t know if this counts because she was an orthodontist rather than a doctor/nurse, but when discussing me getting braces she asked about my medical history and i explained it all but said i haven’t been diagnosed so i understand if she can’t accommodate me. then she said to me, “hun.. just because you don’t have a piece of paper with a few words on it, doesn’t mean you aren’t ill. if you’ve got symptoms but no confirmed cause, you’ve still got the symptoms, and i’m not gonna ignore those unless you want me to” - the validation was so relieving after years of fighting for doctors to listen to me and believe me :,) ❤️

(i’ll update this throughout the month! <3)

[hidden-poet]

Okay just read chapter 3 on Snow Lands on Top and HOLY SHIT LETS UNPACK THIS MASTERPIECE!!!!

Mabel is a BADASS, FREAKIN’ LOVE THIS GIRL 🩷🩷🩷

I just love love how throughout the story these two "lovebirds" keep going back and forth with each other 😂

Okay Mabel calling Grandma'am a crazy old bat had me DEAD on the floor 😂 and Coryo telling Mable he had every right to do what he wants to her… okay daddy okay... 🥵

Not him grabbing her wrist to make sure she sits next to him 😫🥵

MABLE STANDING UP to GRANDMA’AM with spelling out his name!!!!! This girl is truly fearless and loves testing this family and her captor 😂

Not her singing the Panem national anthem then adding her own Coryo twist to it… i love her pissing him off so much 😂 (also not me singing Lana Del Rey’s - National Anthem in my head after reading this 😂)

NOW the way he just joins her in the shower had me like… 😫 the way he just looks down at her body... him WASHING her hair roughly 😫 and tilting her head to wash it out 😫 while he presses her back against him 😫 GOOD GODDDDD HELP ME 🥵 He probably really enjoyed her getting shampoo in her eyes 😂 but then again, I mean... he did warn us... 👀 AND when he says “Are you worried I’ll touch you?” BOY YOU ALREADY DID!!!

HER STICKING HER TONGUE OUT TO HIM, HOW CAN YOU NOT LOVE THIS CUTIE PIE?! SHES SO FREAKIN' LOVEABLE 🥹🩷

And he's so fucking cocky I love it!!

Grandma’am ordering her to get her coat and put it on her then shooed her away 😂😂

This man really be keeping her locked up in a tower like Rapunzel?! I love a toxic man obsessed with power and control against his prisoner and treating her like his own little doll he can play with at any time and any way 😫

Dr. Gaul… the fact that she knows what's going on and calling her a 'pet' and how both her and Coryo want Mable under control like a submissive dog to him... SO DARK I LOVE IT 😈 And Mable meeting Dr. Gaul… DUN DUN DUN - I can't wait to see how that shit goes DOWN

Okay Mable sitting next to Grandma’am and sharing her chocolate almonds with her 🥹🥹 and not Coryo getting butthurt that she was nice to Grandma’am but bit him 😂 and her COMEBACK comment at that was just PERFECT 😂😂

I love how he locks her in with himself in the bedroom and is just training her... command me all day daddyyy 😈🥵 Her scribbling 'no' on the paper 😂 AND NOT THIS MAN HOLDING HER OFF FROM DINNER FOR NOT FINISHING IN TIME!!! Rude boy...

"The stronger party got to tell the weaker what to do." - YES 100% HE IS ABOVE ME AND I AM BELOW HIM AND HE TELLS ME WHAT TO DO 😫😫

Now the ending of this chapter...

Him getting so frustrated at her for still being her "old district self" and wanting her to be an educated Capitol girl so bad 😫

"He slaps her across the cheek, but she turns her head right back to him, ready for more." - DO IT AGAIN 😈

Okay so this man is getting kinky now with punishing her by slapping her ass 100 times 😂 the way he is LITERALLY teaching her a lesson on math... slap after slap after slap when she gets it wrong and making her start from the top until she gets it 100% right 😫🥵 SO FREAKIN' HOTTT 🥵🥵 kinky son of a bitch...

Okay but in all honesty the poor girl probably can't walk now 😂 her ass is PURPLE!!!

He is becoming more and more unhinged and violent with her to get her into submission to him and he is beyond TERRIFYING here because he would not stop until she got it right. He's way more scary in this than in Commander Snow 1000%

I love love how scary he is in this one, makes the story soooo fun and exciting, especially with Mable's sass mouth; which will lead her to more harsh punishments from Coryo 🥵

I always wonder if she's ever going to develop Stockholm syndrome... I definitely would 😂 oh wait... I already have 😂

I AM MISSING SO MUCH MORE HERE BUT I CANT FUNCTION PROPERLY RIGHT NOW AFTER READING THIS MASTERPIECE OF ART!!!

I CAN'T WAIT FOR CHAPTER 4!!!! I'M GOING FERAL FOR IT!!! THIS STORY IS SO FUCKIN' AMAZINGGG MY GOSHHH!!!

And can't wait for chapter 5 for Commander Snow 🩷

I LOVE comments like this so much ❤️❤️ ❤️

I could read them all day long.

Begging you to keep them coming so I know what’s a hit and what’s a miss.

[multifandomrandomgirl]

The Ropes That Bind Us PART TWO - Peter Tork x Female reader

Masterlist

Part One

Back at the pad, the other three Monkees had begun to worry about their bandmate. It had now been seven hours since the bassist set out to buy a loaf of bread, he hadn’t returned by dinner which was unusual and a cause of concern.

“Peter never misses a meal, even when he’s ill! Something must have happened to him.” Michael paced back and forth, fiddling with the pom-pom on his green wool hat.

“You’re right, but what this time?” Micky threw himself onto the couch dramatically, causing Michael to roll his eyes, although he knew that the younger man was trying to lighten the mood, he really didn’t have the patience for humour right now. Their bassist was missing, poor Peter who couldn’t hurt a fly had disappeared. He could be anywhere, and knowing the blond boy’s luck and naivety, he had most likely been kidnapped again, he could be getting tortured. 

Michael felt a pang of pain and fear in his chest, he and the other two had taken ages to notice that Peter had gone missing, he knew that Pete would be scared, he was probably alone, being hurt. Peter often ended up in these situations, but everytime, Michael managed to remain calm with him. He knew that Peter didn’t mean to end up in trouble but a lot of the criminals that abducted him realised just how kind he was and took advantage of him that way in order to take him.

The last time it happened, six months ago, Peter had been taking a walk on the beach when an old man (who had turned out to not be that old at all) had pretended to fall over, Peter being Peter immediately ran over to help the man and offered to walk him home so that he didn’t get further hurt, anyone else would probably have seen through the awful disguise, however, Pete had fallen straight into the trap, the abductor was initially shocked at how easy it was to take the lad, but either way, he’d won and tricked him into coming back with him.

Once they’d reached the ‘elderly’ man’s house, Peter had been grabbed instantly, he was hit and kicked and then tied to a chair and gagged because he wouldn’t stop rambling to one of his torturers about the piano and how much he loves dogs.

When the boys had finally found him, he was a mess, covered in bruises, cuts, and rope burns. He also had a few cracked ribs. He had a few large bruises on his face, his lip was bust and his eyes were black. Michael remembered having to carry Peter to the Monkeemobile after they rescued him, he remembered Pete’s arms around his neck, face buried into the Texan’s chest whilst sobbing. He didn’t think he was ever going to see his bandmates again. 

Mike remembered his heart shattering as Pete kept apologising, they all reassured him that it really wasn’t his fault at all, but Peter refused to believe it (“If I wasn’t such a dummy-” he had started before Davy cut him off). Michael’s heart broke again that evening when he went to check up on him, Peter was curled up in his bed, his hair spread across the pillow just enough for Mike to see his tear-stained face, he looked so vulnerable in the moment, he looked just like a child. Michael sat at the edge of Pete’s bed and he gently brushed his fingers over the older man’s face before placing a small kiss on his forehead.

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“Mike? Hey, Michael?” Davy snapped his fingers, gaining the attention of his bandmate.

“Shit, sorry Davy. I just - I’m so scared it’s gonna be like last time, he was so hurt, Davy. He doesn’t deserve- he’s so sweet and adorable. Who the fuck could look at Peter and want to hurt him? He was so broken for so long after, he really wasn’t our Pete. What if it’s worse this time? What if he’s dead? Guys, last time was so bad, it can’t happen again. We have to find him. I can’t handle him being that hurt again. I’m terrified something really bad could happen to him.” Mike stormed over to the table and grabbed the keys to the Monkeemobile before gesturing to the guys to follow him to their car.

They drove around for hours, shouting Pete’s name at the top of their lungs and stopping and asking various people whether or not they’d seen him - they had no luck at all, Mike got out of their car and slammed the door, before kicking so rubbish aggressively, Micky and Davy glanced at each other, they were worried for Peter too, but Michael was like everyone’s mum, and a complete worry wart.

“Michael, listen, we’ll find him. We always do. We just need a plan.” Micky got out after him and placed his hand on his shoulder.

“Right, a plan.” Mike sniffled, Micky could see the tears forming in the guitarist's eyes and pulled him in for a hug, which only made Michael cry harder. Micky glanced over to Davy, this was a whole new level of concern. They’d rarely seen the Texan cry, Mike was brilliant at bottling up his emotions, but this, this was different. Michael was really upset about this, Micky knew he blamed himself as Michael had let him go out alone. Micky rubbed circles on his friend's back in an attempt to calm him down.

“We’ll find Pete, don’t you worry.”

[kimium]

What do you think each Night Raven College Housewarden would have as a pet, if they could have pets on campus?

Hi friend! Thanks for this ask! I admit, I'm not very well versed in pets as I've never had one (nor want one). So, my list will be general. No specific breeds of say dogs or cats found here in my actual choices, unfortunately. Also, I'm going for common house pets, so nothing exotic or unrealistic.

Regardless, let's get to this! Everything is long, so it's under a cut.

Riddle - hedgehog

Probably the more obvious choice due to Alice in Wonderland having hedgehogs, but I truly think they suit Riddle. Firstly, hedgehogs are so cute and small! Next, hedgehogs have some specific requirements for care, such as meals, cages, and exercise. While this may be a daunting task for some people, Riddle with his rule-abiding mentality would have done his homework. It helps that Heartslaybul have hedgehogs already so he'd be well versed in maintaining and caring for them.

Finally, hedgehogs curl into themselves when they feel threatened/as a defense mechanism, which I think perfectly encapsulates how Riddle's entire descent to overblotting happened.

Plus, according to Cater, hedgehogs are "super cammable" and thus they're perfect.

Also, to Riddle the hedgehog's name is "Hazel" (due to the colour) but to the rest of Heartslaybul it's "Hedgy".

Leona - lizard

Okay, listen I know the gut reaction for Leona is "a cat" because he's a lion and lions are essentially large cats. However, just because Leona has cat energy doesn't mean he'd want a cat as a pet. They can be too similar in nature, meaning Leona can dish it out the tsundere attitude but he can't take it.

Therefore, I think he'd have a lizard. Lizards like the sunlight and like napping in them. They can be low maintenance and don't require things like walks.

The irony of the situation is not lost on Leona as he definitely frequently insults Malleus by calling him "an overgrown lizard". However he thinks his lizard is "superior" to Malleus. This comment is something Sebek probably tries to fight Leona on.

Leona officially named the lizard "Pistachio" but he also affectionally calls his lizard "Not Malleus".

Azul - snake

Another person I think the instinctual choice is "something that swims" but I disagree. The big reason why I disagree is because on land our usual array of aquatic pets are fish, maybe small hermit crabs. To Azul and the twins, however, they're all a snack. That's not a pet, that's a "between lunch and dinner" treat.

I picked snake because of one reason: in the wild they're predators. Azul and the twins don't want some docile rodent (mouse/rat, hamster, etc.) but I don't think with their lifestyle they'd want a dog or cat. Also, snakes can eat their prey whole and I think that trait is something Jade and Floyd relate to.

(Floyd wants to name the snake "Jamil" but Azul rejects that idea. The snake is named Ebony because their snake is dark in colour.)

Kalim - budgie bird

Kalim's is the hardest one to pick. On one hand I think a small adorable animal like a hamster or rabbit suits him. On the other hand, I really like the bird aesthetic for Kalim. Originally I wanted to say a duck because I've seen pictures of ducks as pets and they look So Soft, cute, and absolutely precious. They're also aquatic birds, which suits Kalim's unique magic. I bet he'd have a small tub for his duck and he'd sprinkle water all over it gently.

However, I went with budgie bird because they're small and adorable. They're also colourful, though according to my internet search, yellow/green are the only natural colours and any other are from breeding.

Birds also have just the right amount of maintenance for it to accidentally become one extra problem Jamil has to deal with LOL. JK... just a little. I bet Kalim is super into taking care of his bird and wants the best things for his little buddy!

(Kalim names the budgie bird Kiwi because his bird is a beautiful yellow/green.)

Vil - hunting dog

If Vil was on his own he'd 100% have a cat, probably a hypoallergenic cat or a Siamese cat because I think their dark and light contrast is beautiful. However, since I'm such a huge Vil/Rook shipper, I had to account Rook into this equation.

While I think Rook would be fine with a cat, I also think Rook is an active person and would love a pet to be active with. Thus, he convinces Vil they should get a dog. This dog has to be one that in the past helped with hunting and is one that loves running. Rook loves bonding with their dog to the point people think the dog belongs only to Rook. A little understandable because of Vil's very busy schedule, but Rook likes having something distract him while Vil is away for long photo shoots or filming.

In turn Vil absolutely, 100% becomes someone who will show pictures of their dog with little prompting. Almost all the photos have Rook in there too, so he's showing off his boyfriend (and future husband) all at the same time.

This dog, by the way, definitely wins beauty pageants because Vil won't have a dog that's anything less than beautiful.

(Rook named their dog; her name is Juliette. Vil accepts this because the name is elegant.)

Idia - fish

Another character that I think the knee-jerk reaction is "a cat" because Idia is a character who absolutely, 100% LOVES cats. Again, like Leona I think just because Idia has "loves cats" vibe doesn't mean he'd be a good cat owner. Not because he wouldn't love a cat, but because they're a lot of work, even if they're mostly an "independent" animal.

Fish on the other hand are perfect. They require little maintenance and everything about them can be monitored with ease. There is little need to groom them, clean up after them, and play with them like a cat. Also, I think the blue glow of a fish tank suits Idia's room.

(The fish are named Poseidon, Oprheus, and Eurydice. I picked all of these names because they're Greek myth names and I think that's funny.)

Malleus - cat

Malleus was tough to choose because he strikes me as someone who doesn't want a pet. He's also Fae which means every thing will die before him. That means the only way Malleus would ever have a pet is by accident.

For his cat he probably found it outside and alone. Saving a small, lost kitten was easy for him but now it's attached to Malleus and REFUSES to go anywhere. Malleus, who has no idea how to care for an animal probably panicked and took the kitten to Lilia. Lilia laughed for at least ten minutes because never in his life did he think he'd have to help Malleus take care of a pet.

Yet that's what happens. Malleus loves his cat. He's a very patient person so when his cat doesn't want attention, Malleus doesn't mind. When the cat wants attention then Malleus is there with food, water, pets, toys, you name it. The cat is probably the singular most pampered cat because Malleus cannot say no to its pleading eyes.

Also, I'm laughing at the irony of Leona having a pet that represents Malleus and Malleus having a pet that represents Leona.

(Malleus named the cat Mocha because of the beautiful browns and whites present.)

[therhythmafterthesummer]

I swear I can't never anticipate what you're gonna drop next like what do u mean werewolf chan in medieval setting LIKE HELLO???? YES PLEASE????

Also I really REALLY LOVED reading mechanic Chan, do you have any headcanons for them, like what happened after? (I always get ridiculously attached and keep thinking about them) Like imagine him helping her get a new car 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 imma stop before I sob

yes yes more werewolf chan nomnomnomnom. it's gonna be a bit different (or more like a lot different) than Chris Wereroomies, but i am in love with him already

ALSO I DOOOO. i get super attached to my characters too so i do have some headcanons for Herbie's couple, both sfw and nsfw. i'll leave them under the cut~

right after the events of Herbie:

first of all, Wolfgang is gonna get the zoomies as soon as Chris and the MC get to his house. he's gonna be SO excited and Chris is gonna spend like five whole minutes trying to calm him down.

with a calm Wolfgang they can finally make some dinner (it's probably super basic, like a sandwich because obviously Chris didn't expect to have anyone over at all, but it's fine, she doesn't mind at all).

they stay up late talking about everything and nothing, until they get super sleepy, like they can barely keep their eyes open anymore.

so Chris will take her to his room, give her some of his clothes to wear as pyjamas and they'll snuggle to bed with Wolfgang sleeping on his own bed that Chris keeps in his room.

and then of course the next morning they have some amazing morning sex, but like, slow, lazy morning sex in which they get to explore each other much less desperately than they did at the shop lol

and that same night they'll finally go on that date Chris was so fixated on. it probably won't be anything spectacular, he'll probably just take her to some place they can eat some good food and then spend some time walking on the street... they'll end up back at Chris' place by the end of the night probably.

oh and when Jisung finds out he's super annoying about it. he tells her 'i told you so' like a million times. but he's happy for them both of course.

then, much later in their relationship:

she sells Herbie (writing this made me sadder than i could've imagined), probably for parts since he's too far gone now.

i figure Chris does help her find a better car, one he had thoroughly inspected to make sure it wouldn't be a Herbie 2.0.

she still visits him at the shop often, but of course now it's just to see him. she brings him lunch, or some dessert and things like that.

Chris finally restores his bike and he takes his girl on rides often.

at some point they probably fuck on that bike

and eventually they'll probably move in together and get another dog🥺

[shenzi-hemlock]

I'll ask Trav too, but what are a couple of things you've learned or discovered about married life?

There's a lot that I could say about this so I will try to be concise and not ramble on too long. If you really want to check this out, see below the keep reading.

For starters, you really should marry your best friend. I did this and it was the best decision of my life. I absolutely adore sharing our house and our bed together. Knowing that I can have an all around crappy day and still come home to my wonderful husband is something I take comfort in daily.

With that being said, the reason I say that you should marry your best friend is because there are days when you've both had a bad day at work, got into a fender bender, family drama is being stirred up, whatever it is and you both do not have the energy or spoons to deal with each other or the house hold chores or the dog or the broken sprinkler that he said he would fix but it's still creating a massive puddle or the bills you've been meaning to do and now he's getting anxious because you haven't done them. It's been a learning curve to identify when I am not feeling my greatest and communicating that to Trav. I thought I was good about it before, but that was when we were long distance. I wasn't walking into our home and he was there every day wanting to find his comfort in cuddling when I need my half hour to decompress. So the proximity is also an interesting variable to consider.

I know that people say communication is key in a relationship and you're probably sick of hearing it and think it's cliche, but seriously communication is key. I'll even go a step further and say communication and comprehension are key in a relationship. Believe me, I could communicate all the day long and not get anywhere if my darling doesn't understand me the way that I am explaining it. You need to make sure that if you think you are explaining clearly but there is still confusion and/or frustration on one or either side, you both need to understand that there is a miscommunication somewhere that needs to be addressed. Thus far, Trav and myself have only gotten better at wording things to help the other understand. One thing that I didn't think we would need to have a conversation about is who gets to drive the cart at the grocery store. It's me.

Lastly, we have really only started the process of learning how to fully enjoy each other. There are so many things that I didn't think of before to help him have a bit of a better day. Because he is now in our home and not across the country, I can now shower him in as many cuddles as he can bear. I have found out that he gets great joy from helping me in the kitchen and assisting me with dinner preparations. He enjoys keeping a tidy house just as much as I do and it's a great help and pleasure to us both when we each find a task and simply complete it. It has taken a load off my shoulders knowing that I am coming back home to a house that, while well lived in, is relatively clean.

There are so many quirks and longways and sideways that I didn't even know could be something to discover and explore in marriage but at the end of the day, whether good or bad, I know that I would rather have no one else than Trav with which to explore married life.

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A snippet from last year...

Jun. 12, 2023

I've been making the rounds again, and I suppose it's a good thing to get back to a little more normality.

I got word from my mom that my grandmother is ailing; she probably has a few weeks left, at best.  I went ahead and told W, because I don't believe in withholding things like this from him, and we've been coping with it in about the same way; avoiding the feeling until we crash.

I took Saturday to treat myself like I enjoyed possessing my body; two long walks with my dog, some backyard foraging (I found ripe blackberries and wild blueberry bushes on the hillside), dyeing my hair, repotting and watering my plants, and cooking dinner.  By evening I was pleasantly sore and tired, but a part of me wanted to keep going, keep doing.

Fortitude quickly put a stop to that, though.  He insisted that I needed a sort of rest that I'd been avoiding, and he was right (of course).  I'd been fighting so hard to keep from feeling those things because letting things go is just part of moving forward, and that's what I do.  And I'd settled so firmly into that ideology that I believed that letting myself feel frustration or sadness was a bit beneath me.  I reflected that frustration indicates a level of fear at not being able to control events to one's liking, and sadness meant I wasn't prepared to change.  But that's not quite true, is it?

Morpheus and I have been playing the "oldest game," which if you do it right is a great way to get to know someone.  A good (if slightly over-dramatized) version of this is in the Netflix production of "The Sandman," if you haven't seen it.  One player identifies themselves as an object or idea, and the next player tries to find an idea or object that trumps the one before.  It goes in rounds, or back and forth, until one player admits defeat.  Our game lasted three days.  I won, though I didn't really intend to.  It's my first time playing, and I had nothing to lose.

Both Morpheus and Fortitude agree that I'm missing the forest for the trees, a bit.  That I need to step back and see things... and myself... for what we are.  That frustration means I need to stop doing things aimlessly and take time for myself, and that sadness is a necessary consequence of the changing of eras.  It doesn't mean I must cling to the people and places that pass me by, but it is a chance to truly process the depth of love I have and had for them over the years.

I let myself grieve with Morpheus and Fortitude.  I let myself feel.

But for W, he projected this grief onto his grandfather, X's father.  He wanted to keep playing with him, and was frantic when the day came to a close and he began to feel time running out.  To my surprise, he invoked Thanatos!

And he came, as if summoned.  The god of death gently teased out the reasons for W's tears, patted him on the head, and gave him solid advice for living.  He also promised W that he would bring the soul of my mom's recently deceased pup to help comfort him when Grandmother passes.  He really had no obligation to do that, so it really was a sweet gesture.

I love that W is growing up without fear of death, or of Thanatos.  He understands that he's not scared of death or dying; he just doesn't want to be left behind.  We cuddled for a good while, and sat with Death while we grieved.  It was a lovely experience.

And after that, I went back to the rounds.  I processed what I think were the souls in Thanatos' wings, and gave them (and him) a bit more peace.  The night before, I joined a girl in a wheelchair in her search for a kindred soul.  Love is about connection, and the culmination of love is grief.  Grief is the shift between gears that allows us to move ever forward.  It is the process of disconnecting and reconnecting with life.

And just like that, I suddenly understand why Thanatos wept when he learned Hypnos died.  Not because he was alone, or because Hypnos had gone somewhere without him, but because for the first time in his existence, he was forced to endure the same clutch and release that mortals have done for eons.  He was forced to change.

And I find myself in grief, too... I am Hope.  I move ever forward.  The love and grief of change comes with me.  It should be no surprise that I am here, too, and must undergo it, myself.