#❪ * ☕︎ : it’s tea time folks ! ❫

[florataxia]

looking for writers to rp with on discord.

must be 19+. please give this a like if interested!

[royallyprincesslilly]

re. hamilton, have heard rumors that the sex is INSANE like mindnumbingly insane. also he's rly polite and nice apparently (a massive neat freak too). all in all it makes sense why these girls lose their damn minds, settle into any routine he asks for and signs any nda he wants 😭 i would too if the sex is as good as rumored

🍿🍿 I've heard ALL of this too. This and then SOME 👁️‍🗨️👁️‍🗨️

[constylations]

        princess or pirate essie for the icon ?

[prjectalice]

I REMEMBERED THE EMAIL SOBS TWO YEARS LATER I CANNOT

[florataxia]

hello !! just trying to restart this account, so please give this a like if you'd like a starter.

[royallyprincesslilly]

About Lewis' 🍆 I even read that a girl would have implied that is small during a Instagram live but I find very hard to believe just looking at some post-race pictures

Lmao. For real those racesuit pictures leave little to the imagination. 🤣

I remember when I first saw one. I had to get my friends on a group chat because I could not believe what I was seeing. I needed the congregation to make it make sense. 🤣

I still can't believe it to this day. Lol

[constylations]

little revamp and carrd coming soon! if you’d like a starter, give this a like.

[nika-vincent]

Long post warning.

I'm trying to put together some thoughts (also based on recent discussions with many great folks) about the romance path with Halsin in the form that it is presented in the game at the moment with the hope that Larian will notice our comments on this. And part 2 about Halsin's personality in the game. Please, fear not, it will be without aggression. So take some tea, my friends, and let's get started!☕

From the very beginning of EA, we had an image of Halsin that stood out not only by his appearance (it was difficult to not notice the thirsty comments of fans about this), but also by the excellent qualities of his character. He is one of those characters who sincerely wants to help us with our parasite and not try to use us in a bad way or even kill us.

He has the impression, you know, of a big adult man who at first glance looks serious and rather harsh, but when you learn more about him, you realize that this is a man with a kind heart, caring, protecting, not leaving you in trouble. He reminds me of Hagrid from the Harry Potter universe. And this image of him was so loved by many people (including me) that we wanted to see more of it when the game was released. There was no limit to my delight when, after the release of the game, we were able to ask about his hobbies. Gods, how all these cute things fit him that he loves honey and carves wood in his spare time.🥰 I want more of this!❤

We began to fantasize about what a romance with Halsin could be, and expected that these beautiful traits of his character would manifest themselves here. That he will be protective for Tav, gentle, romantic and caring. I was incredibly happy that we were finally given the opportunity to have a romance with him and the words during the PFH that Halsin and Astarion had become the most popular characters of EA gave great expectations.

Of course, after the release of the game, many things have remained behind the scenes for now, due to lack of time to implement the rest of things I believe, and I assume that there is a chance of adding this with patches. But let's move on to the things we have at the moment.

What surprised me not in a good way was that I noticed some strange emphasis on Halsin's sexuality and various jokes towards his body in the game itself. I assume that perhaps the developers wanted to make some kind of reference to the thirsty comments of fans about Halsin, which can often be seen on the Internet. But I think it would be better to leave it between fans, and not literally implement it in the game. I do not deny his sexuality myself and say that his arms are made for hugs! But there should be a limit to everything, I think. I can make an exception about the fact that we can ask about why he is so big for an elf. It looks quite harmless and even his reaction amuses.😁

The reference to 'Daddy Halsin' in his ending was great and really funny! It looks unobtrusive and does not create the feeling of awkwardness and discomfort that we got from some of his stories from the past...

The story of Halsin's sexual past and how the romance with him is presented in the game has been most criticized by players, and there are several reasons for this. We found out that he had many lovers throughout his life (So it is lovers, not special loved ones). And then we also learn that when he was a young druid, he traveled through the underdark and found himself a guest in a noble Drow house, in which the matron and the patron showed interest in him and chained him for three years in their bedchamber, where he played the role of 'guest, prisoner and consort'. Honestly, the last thing I expected was that Halsin would get such a backstory, given that we had kept in mind for so long the image of him which I described at the beginning of this article. It literally took me by surprise. And especially the fact that he talks about it so calmly and even with a note of gaiety, as if this is a common thing that could happen to anyone.

I don't understand the need to add such things to him. Perhaps the developers wanted to show in this way that a man with such an attractive appearance is obliged to have a hot sexual experience and give him an image of something like a Faerun Casanova? If so, it turned out to be quite inappropriate and even creepy, and the players perceived it more as a sexual abuse towards him than as an experience.

It can be noticed that even Halsin himself is not very enthusiastic with the fact that remarks about his physique are the first thing people talk about. Clipping from @lylakoi 's screenshot:

And all this strongly contradicts how we initially fell in love with Halsin and how we wanted to see him and his romance in the release. The romantic relationship between Tav and Halsin at the moment looks more built on physical attraction, rather than on love, care and mutual respect. Most likely, this is due to the noticeable lack of romance content at the moment and more soft things and scenes will be added to the patches that would dilute it well so that it does not catch the eye. I just wanted the romance to be less fixated on lust, and more on feelings and romantic things between Tav and Halsin.

The most terrible thing that literally brought tears to my eyes is the fact that he can talk about his feelings and love only when we ourselves can behave like an abuser with him, when we decide to break up with him and change our minds. We see how much it hurts him that we are playing with his heart. Because at the moment there are no other romantic scenes in the game in which we can discuss with him our feelings and that we love each other, as it happens with other companions.

Polyamory also does not work quite correctly in the game, because it seems that he wants Tav to be poly in the relationship, not him. It looks something like: 'You're all I want, but don't get stuck on me and find someone else' uhh, what? I only want to romance you, why should I find someone else? This dialogue is appropriate if I was already in a relationship with another companion and would like to be with Halsin too. But if I want to have a romance with him alone, then I believe that the dialogue should be different and not insist on 'sharing' if I have not a relationship with anyone.

Given the whole story that he only had lovers and sexual slavery, I assume that Halsin has never experienced true love with anyone, and only knows how to be used by everyone. If this was the original idea of the writers, which has not yet been brought to its logical end, then the role of Tav in the romance with Halsin here should be quite important in order to see the development of their relationship. The main goal in the romance should be that Tav will allow Halsin to feel what it's like to be truly important and loved. Remember when in the act 2 he was touched by the fact that Tav shared a campfire and their company with him. Screenshot by @lylakoi :

It is clearly evident that such things that someone does for him are unusual to him and touch his very heart. Most likely, he is used to giving, not receiving.

The bed scene with him is absolutely beautiful, I can even give a standing ovation.❤ I would only add after that a scene where Tav and Halsin are lying side by side, looking at the stars and having a romantic conversation. That would end the night perfectly.🙏

It is necessary to add more soft interactions for Halsin, so that there is more emphasis on the development of his personal qualities. We are well aware of his attractiveness and there is no need to emphasize this once again with strange jokes and stories with sexual abuse.

The Interaction in the camp with owlbear and Scratch will be great for him! Maybe even add some scenes with companions in act 2, where Halsin would try to calm the guys arguing with each other. That would add +1 to his personality traits. Also, more of his reactions to any events or during the dialogues with someone will not hurt.

For a romance, I would suggest definitely adding a scene with a date. Even a scene where Halsin would give an ornament for Tav that he carved out of wood. Maybe some episode in the city that would shock him (For example, he witnessed the rough treatment of animals or orphans) and make him turn into a bear from rage and we would try to calm him down by choosing the option 'reach out and stroke him' (Yes, yes, I mentally create fanfics during 3 am, don't blame me😅) Also a scene where we could hug him and confess that we love him. And now the romance no longer looks focused on lust.

The opportunity to go with Halsin in the ending also deserves to exist. Halsin mentioned that he would like to have a family, so he and Tav could perfectly help orphans together in Thaniel's world.🙏

That's all for today. My opinion about Larian has not changed for the worse, for me they are still great guys who delight me with their positive attitude to the community. Unpleasant situations can happen, it is inevitable. But there is always a chance to fix something. I really want to hope that they will cope with everything and listen to our feedbacks and everything will gradually get better with the patches.❤

Thank you for reading this review to the end.🙏❤ I also suggest joining the discussion to Larian's discord in the 'bg3-feedback' section.

[abugsjournal]

A Cowboy's Cup of Coffee ☕

Arthur Morgan x male reader

Summary: This first chapter is mostly just introductions and getting to know our main character! Also hinting at mutual attraction. The real plot starts soon 👀

Content Warning: internalized homophobia (sort of?)

Chapter 1: The Handsome Stranger

Y/N's POV

     You wake up before the roosters sleeping in the local farms can wake up the rest of the town. You used to rely on them to wake you up but after a couple of months rising before the sun, it became routine. As the owner of the only café in Valentine, part of your job is waking up before everyone else and having coffee ready for them by the time they roll out of bed and make their way to you, still rubbing the sleep from their eyes as they order. Coffee is 5 cents per cup, and for an extra 3 cents you add a fresh baked pastry to go with the drink. You bake a different pastry for each day of the week. On Saturdays you make mini strawberry shortcakes, on Mondays you make blueberry muffins, and on Tuesdays you make peach turnovers (your absolute favorite). Your little café is closed on Sundays, you won't get any business while everyone is at church anyways.

     Today is Saturday and you're feeling particularly nostalgic. You remember how you were surprised by the news of your beloved uncle's passing, and even more surprised by the amount of money he left you in his will. He never had children of his own so you were the closest thing he had to a son. As a child you spent your free afternoons helping him run his butchers shop. You only helped at the register since all the meat and blood made you squeamish.

     Along with his life savings you also inherited his mismatched collection of coffee mugs and tea cups. That's what inspired the name for your business; The Collector's Café. You scavenged every estate sale you came across for cups, silverware, plates, chairs, and tables. No two pieces of furniture or dishes were the same. You found a vacant building in a small growing town named Valentine. Full of cattle ranchers and folks with big dreams. You hoped to fuel those dreams with coffee. You spent the remainder of your inheritance on the deed to the building, an oven, a few French presses, and your first order of coffee beans and baking ingredients.

     Two years later, here you are, unlocking your doors at five a.m. Within minutes you're greeting your regulars, as tired as they are loyal, and getting started on their usual orders. It's the busiest day of the week but it passes by without incident. You close up shop at two in the afternoon and finish up with your cleaning and other closing tasks by four. During your walk home you take a short detour through the nearby woods to unwind. It's the middle of spring and the native wildflowers are in full bloom. However, it's not the flowers that catch your eye. Peering into the center of a bright orange flower, you find a ladybug.

     Growing up you were always the shortest boy in your class and more often than not you were teased for it, so you developed a soft spot for the small creatures that were overlooked (or squished) by others. You pull out your sketchbook from your worn leather satchel and begin to draw what you see. You usually save drawing for your day off, but the little creature in front of you is just too precious to leave undocumented.

     After you finish walking home you eat dinner and quickly fall into a comfortable sleep, knowing tomorrow is you day off.

     You spend your Sunday morning tending to the house chores you neglected throughout the week. In the afternoon you stock up on groceries and supplies for the café. You spend the rest of your free time out in the woods drawing every little insect you can find. Before you know it the sun begins to set and you know it's time to turn in for the night.

     The roosters begin to caw as you pull your first batch of blueberry muffins out of the oven and set them on a rack to cool. As you unlock your doors and flip your sign to "OPEN" you can hear hooves and boots squelching through the muddy path through town. As the sun rises high enough to send warm beams of light through the windows, your usual group of regulars walk in, each greeting you with  a sleepy grunt or a gravely "Mornin',". Trailing at the end of the usual morning rush you see a new face. He walks in confidently but when you look into his eyes you can see something else, he looks lost. Maybe he's new in town?

     As he approaches the counter you try to make him feel welcome, "Good morning friend, welcome to The Collector's Café! It's not often I see a new face, especially this early, what's your name?"

     Shocked by your level of energy at such an early hour, the stranger takes a second to answer, "Arthur Morgan."

     "That's a fine name Mr. Morgan. I'm Y/N, nice to meet ya!" You smile as you take in the man's features. He's nearly six inches taller than you. Brown hair curls around the rim of his hat and back of his neck and matching stubble covers his jaw and chin. He has a strong nose that looks like it's been broken more than once, suntanned  skin, and the most piercing blue eyes you've ever seen. In the light coming in from the windows you can see they aren't just blue, they have a ring of green around the pupil that bleeds into the blue irises and for a split second you are drowning in them. You blink and remember you're supposed to be running a business. Clearing your throat, you ground yourself, "Now how can I help you?"

     Arthur's eyes wander from your face to the hand written menu propped up on the counter. "I'll have a coffee. Black."

     "Lovely choice, anything else?" You watch him narrow his eyes, still reading over the menu.

      After mulling it over in his mind, he replies, "Add one of them blueberry muffins too." He begins fishing out change from his pocket and drops eight cents into your hand.

     "Thank you Mr. Morgan! Go pick out a seat and I'll bring everything to your table in a moment."

     Arthur nods and begins looking around the eclectic café he finds himself in. He finds a seat in the back corner, a comfortable red chair next to a round oak table.

     You pull a still steaming muffin off the cooling rack and place it on a dainty plate decorated with ivy leaves around the rim. You fill a yellow mug from the freshest brewed batch of coffee and make your way over to Arthur, gently placing his order on the table in front of him. "There you are, holler at me if you need a refill!"

     "Thank you mister." He replies, looking up at you from under the brim of his hat.

     You think he might be a man of few words, or maybe just shy. You're already busy clearing tables as Arthur takes his first sip. You glance in his direction between each table, watching to see if he enjoys what you've made. New customers always make you feel a little nervous, the same nervousness you felt the day you opened your café. Thankfully, you see his eyes go wide as he takes a bite of the muffin, a slight smile forming at the corners of his mouth. You let out a small sigh of relief and return to your work, feeling a swell of pride in your chest.

     You're washing cups behind the counter when Arthur gets up to leave. "Have a nice day!" You call as he heads out the door. He silently tips his hat towards you and then he's gone. When you go to clear the table he was sitting at you notice that not a drop of coffee is left in the mug, and there's hardly any crumbs on the plate. It always warms your heart knowing your customers enjoyed their treat.

     The rest of the day flies by you. As you drift off you find yourself wondering if you'll see the handsome stranger again.

Arthur's POV

     You wake up to the sounds of the rest of the gang starting their days. You groan as you sit up, not looking forward to the tasks that will be given to you as soon as you exit your tent. Hopefully it won't be too bad, you're still worn out from setting up camp. You only just settled in this spot outside of Valentine and Dutch said we should lay low for a while. You get dressed and get your hair semi-decent before stepping outside.

     Javier and Hosea are sitting by the fire drinking coffee. "Bout time you woke up," Hosea greets you as you sit down to join them, "Dutch has been looking for you."

     "Won't kill him to wait one more minute." You pour yourself a cup of coffee and take a large swig. Your face involuntarily contorts in disgust as you swallow and you promptly dump out the rest, thinking about how much better the coffee tasted at the café you discovered while exploring the town yesterday. You make a mental note to go back after finishing up with whatever Dutch has planned for you.

     Walking over to his tent you see Dutch open his arms, the day's first cigar between his teeth, "Arthur! There you are," He throws an arm around your shoulders, "Would you mind escorting our lovely ladies into town today? They will not quit pestering me about it and I think it's about time we started gathering some intel."

     "Sure, I'm up for babysitting." You smirk at your own remark, entertaining yourself as you often do with your sarcasm.

     Dutch laughs and pats you on the back, "That's my boy! Hear that ladies?" You hear a chorus of excited giggles and turn to see Karen, Tilly, and Mary-Beth practically skipping towards the wagon. You can't help but smile at their giddiness as they chat and sing the entire ride into town.

     After hitching the horses you all split up. Luckily you weren't given anything specific to do in town other than making sure the girls stay out of trouble and making sure they get home safe, so you head right to the café, eager to get your caffeine fix for the day.

     Pushing open the door you hear a small bell ring above your head. "Hey Mr. Morgan!" Y/N smiles at you as the smell of coffee and peaches washes over you, "Back for more already?"

     You chuckle at how formally he addresses you, "Hey Y/N, you can drop all the 'Mr. Morgan' nonsense, Arthur is just fine."

     "Oh, okay! Well what can I do for you, Arthur?" As you look down at the barista you notice his eyes are the same deep brown color as the coffee he serves, perfectly matching his hair. His skin, despite being freckled, is almost as pale as cream.

     "I'll have a black coffee please, and do you have any more of those muffins?" You peek into the display case but you don't see any.

     "I'm all out of muffins, but I do have peach turnovers!" You must have looked as disappointed as you felt, the barista quickly adds, "I promise these are just as good! They're actually my favorite."

     Since your mouth has been watering since you walked in, you cave in and decide to try one, "Alright alright I'm convinced," You slide eight cents across the counter but Y/N slides three cents back towards you. You raise an eyebrow at him, suddenly doubting your ability to count without coffee in your system.

     "Go sit down, breakfast is on me today." He winks at you and starts preparing your order.

     Shocked by his kindness, it takes you a moment to remember your manners, "Thanks Y/N." You make your way to the same corner table you sat at yesterday. The café is full of customers, all happily chatting with Y/N as he weaves between tables clearing dishes and refilling mugs. You're surprised at how quickly he has your order ready. The cup of coffee is steaming and it warms your face as you bring the mug to your lips. After drinking the dirt water the rest of the gang calls coffee for so many years, you forgot what good coffee tastes like. You take a bite of the peach turnover, it's somehow better than the muffin you had yesterday! As the flaky crust softly crunches between your teeth and you bite into the juicy sliced peaches inside, you can see why these are Y/N's favorite.

     You continue watching him as he works. Everyone that walks in gets greeted with the same warm smile and he seems to know exactly how everyone likes their coffee without having to ask. After the majority of folks finish their drinks and file out, Y/N picks up the cups and plates and returns to wipe each table off with a rag.  He places his left hand down on a particularly long table and bends forward slightly to wipe down the edge against the wall. Your eyes travel from his shoulders and down his back. You can't help but stare at his slender waist and how his jeans hug his hips.

     Suddenly, as if he can feel your eyes on him, Y/N stands up and snaps his head in your direction. You feel your cheeks flush warm with shame, you lower your eyes and quickly finish the last of your coffee. Y/N glides over to you, "Need a refill?" Despite being taller than him, you suddenly feel very small with how he's looking down at you in your chair. Is the smile on his face playful? You're too wrapped up in your own embarrassment to know for sure.

      "Ah, no thanks," You can't stand his stare any longer and abruptly stand up, "I think it's about time I head out." Avoiding meeting his eyes you quickly walk past him and towards he door.

     "Oh, alright. See you round Arthur." You feel Y/N's gaze follow you as you go. You walk back towards the wagon, trying to shake the image of the barista's blue jeans from your mind. The girls are already there waiting for you. You silently ready the horses and climb into the wagon.

     "What have you been up to, Arthur?" Tilly asks as she climbs into the back seat.

     "Not much, just had some actually decent coffee," Not wanting to think about how the rest of your morning went, you quickly change the subject, "Did y'all hear anything useful?"

     "Oh yes," Karen interjects, "We'll tell you all about it when we get back to camp."

     The ride back is quiet, the afternoon sun through the trees dappling your path in shade. Upon arriving, you quickly look for something to do and settle on chopping wood for tonight's fire, hoping no one bothers you during the meditative task.

     After dinner you retreat to your tent, tossing and turning restlessly in your cot, unable to take your mind off of how Y/N was looking at you earlier after he caught you staring. You thought he would have gotten upset with you, but you were met with a smile. You think you saw a hint of mischief in his eyes but you quickly convince yourself you imagined it.

     You fall asleep cursing yourself for eyeing him the same way you would eye a woman.

//

Thank you so much for reading! This is my first time writing a fic and I can already tell I have a lot to learn. I'm open to constructive criticism, all I ask is that you're nice about it lol let me know what you think about it so far!

Chapter 2

Taglist: @photo1030

[holocene-sims]

oc questionnaire tag

here i am, trying my best to catch up on tag games 😭😭 i have no idea who tagged me in this one anymore because this went around so long ago, and after scrolling through three months worth of notifications, i don't know if i found everyone who tagged me, but i do 100% remember @stargazer-sims @dandylion240 & @jonquilyst tagging me!

BASICALLY thank you so much to everyone who tagged me, and i'm so sorry if i missed acknowledging you here because i am pretty sure i did miss folks! but anyway, i'll tag in return:

@windermeresimblr @slightly-ludic @nikatyler @swallowprettybird @changingplumbob @vercosims @sertrallne @nectar-cellar @sparkiekong @papermint-airplane

NAME: bae yunha (배윤하)

NICKNAMES: yun, yunie, princess pear (배공주) 🍐

bonus fact: princess pear is spoofing off her name and the translation of princess peach (피치공주), who is yunha's main/ favorite character in mario kart! as for the name thing, yunha's last name doesn't mean pear, but the word for pear is pronounced and spelled the same exact way as her last name (배). so,,, the nickname is kind of princess bae, as in princess bae yunha, but it's also princess pear at the same time lol

GENDER: cis female

STAR SIGN: pisces ♓

HEIGHT: 5'5"

ORIENTATION: bisexual

NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: korean 🇰🇷

FAVORITE FRUIT: peach 🍑

FAVORITE SEASON: winter 🎄

FAVORITE FLOWER: orchids 💜

FAVORITE SCENT: oddly specific but miss dior blooming bouquet perfume (it's her favorite perfume but she rations it out in the tiniest of portions because it's $$$$$) 💟

COFFEE, TEA, or HOT CHOCOLATE: all of the above! yunha doesn't discriminate against liquids, she just likes them in different contexts. she drinks coffee out of the house at coffee shops, tea at home (unless it's boba, at which point she'll buy it at a boba shop), and hot chocolate during winter, mostly if it's snowing ☕

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: 10 😴 she likes her beauty sleep!

DOGS or CATS: cats! she likes both, but she prefers cats 🤍

DREAM TRIP: paris and/or france more generally! she's aware it's not, like, the romanticized place it's portrayed as in media, but she wants to go to see the museums and architecture, check out the cafes, and walk around the parks and whatnot

NUMBER OF BLANKETS: just one! she's always slept on the floor on a futon, and in her opinion, it's a bit much to have too many blankets when you're doing that because the blankets aren't really anchored onto anything, so if you have more than one, they start getting tangled and crawling off the mattress in multiple directions

RANDOM FACT: she has an uncanny ability to solve puzzles! she's the girlie you give the "solve the maze without lifting your pen off the paper" challenges, and she's proud to say she has never looked up a walkthrough for games like portal or the stone matching mini-games in skyrim 👑 part of the magic is definitely stubbornness btw. she will stare at the puzzle until it's either solved or the universe decays into oblivion, one or the other! she is otherwise not competitive, though; that attitude is quite literally reserved only for puzzles

[florataxia]

it's been a few months, wtf iS THIS DASH?

[royallyprincesslilly]

girl people already confirm lewis and shak 😭😭

https://people.com/shakira-lewis-hamilton-early-stages-dating-fun-flirty-time-together-exclusive-7510032?utm_campaign=peoplemagazine&utm_content=new&utm_medium=social&utm_source=twitter.com&utm_term=64825509f01664000108bb67

All this confirms is they suspect they f***in. Lol. We expected that much or that it's coming.

I never liked people though. How they always getting the insider tea on someone? It doesn't seem likely that anyone would be leaking info form Lewis' side now when there has been nothing but relative silence over the years and women.

They both just having hot barbie summers of no commitment and fun. 🤣💀

[constylations]

hehehe.

[jiubilant]

☕🐀 <- me bringing you a cup of RESTORATIVE tea... I am still thinking about holidays so if you are so inclined: what are Ayo/Shurri/Ravi's favorite holidays and why? what are their favorite traditions? 👀

☕🐀 THANK YOU MOUSE...have dragged myself up for a cup of tea and am feeling better for it

ayo used to love the serpent's dance festival in khefrem—her company of players would make lots of money that week by putting on mask-dances of satakal's creation of the spirits + sep's creation of the world. ayo always danced as sep and felt a particular kinship with the role even then

shurri loves aldatide, the nordic end-of-year feast day. she, rafe, and fura morrard made a yearly tradition in childhood of "sneaking out" to whichever tavern seemed liveliest (their parents knew where they were going) and making themselves sick on cider and honeycakes

ravi's favorite holiday has historically been hogithum, which is celebrated in cyro-velothi communities with lots of feasting and dancing—he likes it mostly because it's an excuse to bring out the tiny sujamma cups. he rules it a campus holiday during his tenure and the college's velothi prentices have a good time drinking and casting + teaching their classmates the moon-and-star (a hectic folk dance that originated in the shir)

[mysteroads]

MHA Fic Recommendation

Alright, folks... Ya'll gotta give this one a try. Even if the ships here aren't ones you'd normally go for (they aren't my usual cup of tea☕ for sure), just strap on your ~Suspension of Disbelief~ and give it a few chapters. I wouldn't have tried it if I wasn't bored, but I'm so glad I did.

I CACKLED, ya'll. 😂🤣 Just straight up laughed myself almost off my chair. Got the "do we need to break out the straight jacket" side-eye from my roommates.

We have all our favorite beefy heroes working in a hot dude restaurant, the Shigaraki family fight club, the backstory behind why Stain's nose is missing, and everyone's delightfully gay!

ALSO This is probably my favorite non-canon, no-power AFO, guys. Hands down. To quote the author: "I put a lot of time and energy into thinking about what AFO would be like if he was just a normal huge man and not one with a billion super powers. Key elements remained- he's still a giant troll. He has a family, but it's better and more healthy, and he gets to throw his weight around. And of course, he's a different kind of menace to society."

He's a MANIAC. Chaos incarnate. There's a whole thing with Siberia. Also, it's a rare fic where we get to read AFO both radiate serious Dom energy and get railed for a change. And the author makes it work! I have no idea how, but they do! Oh, on that note...

It's got some 🌶SPICY🌶 smut, so no kiddies. 18+

[the-haunted-office]

/* From Ed to Doom, any or all of */

👐 YOUR MUSE GIVING MINE A HUG

🎁 YOUR MUSE GIVING MINE A GIFT (In the form of a granny square blanket, though it's probably obvious he was making something for her, because he requested "about 20 skeins of worsted/medium weight yarn that has a texture you find pleasing and in 4-8 colors you both like and think go well together")

❄ YOUR MUSE THROWING A SNOWBALL AT MY MUSE

☕ YOUR MUSE BRINGING MINE A WARM DRINK

WARM AND FUZZY MEME! SEND AN EMOTICON FOR MY MUSE’S REACTION TO:

Doom isn't used to all this warmth and fuzziness. Not in this volume. And that's why she starts crying when Ed hands the blanket.

The day didn't start out that way, though.

The day had started, in fact, with the sun reflecting brightly through the window off a fresh thick blanket of snow outside. More than a foot had fallen overnight and was still falling now, although far more daintily than the torrential downfall of fat flakes from during the midnight hours. It was like magic, seeing the sunlight sparkle off the snow like that, and had drawn not only Doomsday and Ed outside, but several of the other Office folks, pretty much everyone except for Cyrus, who wouldn't leave his control room not even if it were on fire.

Doom had taken a lot of snowballs from her Officemates, but the first one she'd taken to the face had come from Ed, and that had sparked a flare of revenge in her like none other. From that point on, she had to get him back - him, and no one else. It was like none of the others existed. By the end of it, Ed was covered in so many of her snowballs, he was like a walking snowman. That would teach him to mess with her, although to be fair, she'd taken a lot of hits in return and was covered in just as much snow. All's fair in snow and war.

After that, everyone was thoroughly cold and it was time to go inside and change into warm, dry clothes. Doomsday headed off to her own room to do that before making her way to the fifth floor employee lounge - the lounge dedicated specifically as Ed's kitchen space due to his allergies and special needs - to get some tea or coffee started for the two of them... and stopped dead when she found he'd already beaten her to it.

"You piece of shit, how'd you get dressed faster than me? I literally just threw off my clothes and put pajamas on and ran down here!" she'd complained, gesturing at herself and her still-wet hair, which she hadn't even bothered to brush out - not that it mattered.

In the end, she wasn't really angry about it, more so just surprised. She'd wanted to make the tea for them that time, but figured she'd get to it next time. She joined him at the table and they sat and drank and shot the shit about the goings on of the Office, some at James's expense, mostly about the weird events of the week.

It isn't until later, closer to bed time, when they're hanging out in Ed's room again, that the blanket makes its appearance as a gift and Doom is overwhelmed to the point of tears.

It's not the blanket itself. It's a combination of things.

It's all the time they've spent together, not just today, but since he's arrived in the Office. All the kindness, the attention, the genuine friendliness and care. Making her tea, inviting her to hang around, helping her with things uninvited but not in a way that comes across as belittling or patronizing or that makes her feel incompetent. Letting her be herself, even at her most crass and violent, and even liking her for it. Laughing at her jokes and seeming to genuinely enjoy her company.

And then... things like this. He'd asked her to help pick out the colors for it, the colors and the texture, and she'd gladly helped, and she hadn't even suspected that it was for her - she'd only thought he was asking for her opinion on a project he was working on, and so she'd given it. But to have it have been something he was working on for her? This whole time? She can't comprehend that.

People don't do this. People don't do things like this for her. They don't think about her like this. They don't put this much thought into things for her. They don't spend this much time on things for her. They don't... think about her at all, much less to this extent. To put so much time and effort and heart into something that's just for her... She doesn't know what to do with that.

And so... she just... starts crying. Because the totality of the gesture is so overwhelming to her, she can't handle it. It's a kindness that's never been shown to her before, not that she can ever recall, and it's so much that it actually hurts. It feels like pain. It hurts so much she almost wants to take the gift and throw it back at him. Not really, but it's so overwhelming, the pain of it, an undeniable part of her wants to get away from it. There must be some kind of trick attached to it, an ulterior motive, something she is expected to give in return.

Just like Lance.

But no, no, Ed isn't like that, not like him, besides, Lance is gone, she got her revenge on him, murdered him, she can let that go now, can't she? He can't hurt her anymore.

There's a hug coming, and Ed has asked her if it is okay to give it to her. He's asked. He didn't just hug without asking, and that makes all the difference in the world. So she allows it. She allows the hug. She loosens up and puts her arms around him too so it's not just one-sided and awkward, even though she feels like she's made all this awkward already.

It takes a moment before she's calm enough to speak, but when she is she says, "Sorry about that. I'm not- It's not you, I swear, I'm sorry. It's- It's- It's a lot of things. It- I just got overwhelmed for a minute there. Sorry." She hasn't let go of the embrace yet as she speaks. "Thank you, Ed. It's probably stupid of me to admit, but- heh- I had no idea you were making anything for me. It's really nice of you, and, ah... I don't really know what to say, but thank you."