#I LOVE MINTY FROST !!!!

[awfulcake]

.. I'll just take that as my cue to leave.

Taking the polle statue into my room for... "safekeeping"

[amorchai]

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐀 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐏𝐋𝐄.

written for my old blog but never posted!

pairing(s): ron weasley x reader

words: 872

warnings/tags: fake dating, mutual pining.

“since when was this a rule?” ron’s dejected tone pulls you from searching your bag for the mints he asked and follow his gaze to the small standing sign outside the small hogsmeade café. your fingers feel the curve of the small packet of spearmint sweets and place them in ron’s awaiting palm while you read the sign yourself.

‘second hot chocolate free for couples only.’

“i think it’s just a cute thing for the holidays,” you try, tugging on ron’s plaid jacket to try and pull him into the café, desperate for a warm drink to battle the cold air. “no fair, just because i don’t have a girlfriend doesn’t mean i shouldn’t get a free one. people in couples are supposed to be happy why do they get free stuff?”.

rolling your eyes at your friend and his dramatic tone, you talk when he shoves a few mints into his mouth, uncaring of the obnoxious chewing while doing so. “i don’t know i don’t work here, you know?”.

you try to tug him once more, but ron keeps to his spot, and he’s tall enough that you fail in moving him even an inch. you can see your own breath and your fingers feel numb from the frost, yet ron is mad he has to pay ten sickles for a warm drink.

“ron,” your tone serious, desperate to be in the warmth, so close but far you think about just leaving him here to wallow while you go inside to look for harry and hermione. “we can get it for free, y’know?” ron speaks after swallowing his sweets.

he’d been thinking, planning to himself so they can both save that few sickles worth and you turn to him reply, as gullible as a fish, “how could we get it for free? we aren’t a- oh.”

ron smirks at your expression, the tip of his nose and cheekbones pure red from the freezing weather evading his pale freckled face, and also from the proposition. “oh,” ron mocks lightly, watching as your expression gapes, moving from the sign and to him.

instead of waiting for your reply, ron places the mint packet back in your bag before his fingers trail down your arm and slither in between yours. and you won’t lie, the warmth of his palm is horribly inviting. how is he still so warm through this weather?

he guides you both in and you swear you must look like an idiot, facial expression nervous and darting around the café, since the place is mostly filled with fellow hogwarts students. “follow my lead, yeah?” ron glances back at you and all you can do is nod.

the small barista turns to face you, a glint in his eyes and cheery smile, a telling to you both it was probably his idea for the couple-based promotion. “how can i help you?” he asks, dish towel over his shoulder and another female barista making the drinks to the side, the smell of coffee so calming.

ron raises both your joined hands, clearly to show the man behind the counter, but playing it off by pointing to the menu, “two hot chocolates, right, babe?” ron turns to you. your wide eyes turn from your friend and to the man before nodding small, “y-yes, yes thank you.”

why is there butterflies in your stomach? and why do you not want ron to pull away?

“if you find a seat, we’ll bring them right out to you!” the man is smiling, nearly more than ron was. with his own smug grin, ron tries to play it off with a, “how much will that be?”. the man waves you off, “eight sickles. second one is free for couples.”

“that’s cool, right, love?” ron turns to you after handing over the money but you’re too busy trying to pretend you are melting at the pet names. ron leans down to kiss your freezing cold cheek and you can smell his minty breath, his free hand following to feel after, “let’s find harry and hermione, and get you warm, huh?”.

you nod frantically, pulling on ron’s hand and rushing yourself over to the side where you find harry and hermione’s waiting expressions. harry’s eyebrows are tugged, almost hidden beneath his glasses while hermione looks horridly concerned.

“uh- what was that all about?” asks harry once you both sit down, ron holding out your seat just to add that little extra boyfriend-ness despite being out of sight from the counter. “free hot chocolates,” you rush out, rambled and hermione raises a curious eyebrow to you as if she’s analysing your reactions.

“yeah?”

ron chuckles, hat pulled from his head and sprawled on the table while he allows his matted rough ginger hair to fall against his ears, “couples drink free hot chocolates.” you and harry look at each other when he shakes his head amused, watching as you try to act casual.

“thank god you weren’t with me,” harry tries to lighten the situation slightly but you aren’t listening, trying to ignore how much you miss ron’s palm in yours and his lips against your cheeks, not bringing up the fact ron paid full price for his hot chocolate anyway.

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[yuan4i]

CULT OF DIONYSUS al haitham x reader x kaveh

SYNOPSIS kaveh, al haitham and you are close friends and went to the same high school. but after your junior year, you left them and sumeru behind for liyue’s 2 year med school exchange program. now you’re back in sumeru for a class reunion and attending sumeru akademiya. 

STATUS 01/14/23, on going, slow updates

GENRE social media au, modern au, college au 

CONTENT WARNINGS childhood friends to lovers, love triangle, angst, suggestive, implied afab reader (they/them prns), unhealthy behaviors, written before kaveh's in game release & pre 3.4 version release, messy timestamps, will add more later! (✿) = written chapters

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CHARACTERS 4LYFERS | overwork no sleep

ACT I - "I'M FEELING DEVIOUS"

01 . still sleeping ? 02 . packing 03 . reunion message?? 04 . bitch this you? 05 . i'll try to miss you ✿ 06 . bro's down bad fr 07 . 10/10 08 . reunion day ✿ 09. what's his problem? 10 . pretty boy 11 . asked them out 12 . why r u here? ✿ 13 . his text 14 . lying to me? 15 . you? upset? 16 . call me if u get lost

ACT II - "YOU'RE LOOKING GLAMOROUS"

17. is it too late to switch majors?? ✿ 18. third wheeling? 19. tall, blonde and gorgeous ✿ 20. cuddles on the couch 21. do you like him? 22. wingman !? 23. tickets (and backstage) 24. welcome to the renaissance ✿ 25. you guys knew?? ✿ 26. get drunk 27. sober up, bitch 28. cruel summer ✿ 29. can i kiss you? ✿ 30. good for them. | 30.5 cult of dionysus notes ✿

ACT III - "LETS GET MISCHIEVOUS"

31. hello panda cookies 32. man wtf ✿ 33. get me out 34. homophobia arc 35. fuck this 36. exams 37. fool ✿ 38. brunch cafe! 39. ch*lde 40. miss u 41. ate that 42. operation cute guy.. ✿ 43. consider it a date 44. rough patch? 45. double date ✿ 46. we aren't dating 47. no one noticed

ACT IV - "AND POLYAMOROUS"

48. again? 49. your roommate let me in ✿ 50. ily im sry 51. r u serious rn 52. not your fool 53. ur so fking selfish 54. tba...

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[s-u-g-a-r-rush1997]

Do you think you could do a x reader for kc where he tries and HORRIBLY fails to bake them a cake? Thanks! <333

A lovely first request! I do enjoy writing fluff quite a bit.

King Candy Sucks at Baking

Pairing: Reader x King Candy - can be read as platonic or romantic.

Rating: Safe for work,

Warnings: None

With a name like King Candy, and a sweet, sugar-coated appearance to match, it wouldn’t be too farfetched to assume he had some affinity for baking. Sugar Rush was, first and foremost, a racing game, but it was also dessert themed. Most, if not all, of the racers had some rudimentary knowledge of baking. The Kart Bakery was as familiar to them as the back of their hand. And while the players did most of the work – and baking a Kart was quite a bit different than baking a cake – it was hard not to pick up on a few small things here and there.

King Candy was not a good baker.

He could cook. He wasn’t incapable of cooking. Baking, however, was an entirely different beast. A harsh, temperamental beast that had him cursing under his breath. That was what had drawn you to the kitchen - that, and the smell of something burning.

It was hard fighting back a chuckle.

He was covered head to toe in flour. The frilly apron he wore might have been pink at one point, now tinged a mix of dusty white and brown. There was a bit of icing smeared on his right cheek. A tube of frosting was held tightly in one hand, minty green frosting dripping out the back where the tie had come undone.

“This was supposed to be a surprise,” he said in a jovial tone, laughing - though whether he was laughing at himself, or out nervousness wasn’t clear.

A stray eggshell crunched underfoot as you approached.

“It’s not quite finished yet-” he moved as if to block your view, taking your hand in his and patting it dismissively. But it wasn’t hard to see over him.

On the counter was a cake, or at least an approximation of one. It was slightly burned and half-sinking in on itself. Green icing was piped haphazardly onto one half, slowly dripping down the side of the cake and landing on the countertop.

You couldn’t help smiling.

“It’s wonderful.” You scooped up a glob of green icing from the countertop, licking it delightfully off your finger.

Preening under the praise, King Candy puffed out his chest with a grin. “Of course it is! Only the best for you.” He pushed your hand away from the counter as you moved to scoop up another bit of icing, wagging his finger in a playfully scolding manner. “Enough of that, now, you’re going to spoil your appetite.”

You huffed, and moved to retreat from the kitchen. But not before wiping up the frosting from his cheek with a thumb and popping it into your mouth, much to his amused exasperation.

[here-lies-they-ran-outta-luck]

Hey!! I saw your post about requests! I was wondering if you could write something about draco falling in love with his childhood best friend? (fem reader please) this could be like a series or just a short story or whatever u want!! thank you :)

Finally (Draco Malfoy x Reader)

warnings- use of y/n, more feminine compliments, kinda sad word count- 983 an- I had something else posted here and then I didn't like it so I deleted it, so sorry. Thank you so much for this request because I had a great time writing this!

You take a deep breath as you walk towards the large doors that lead to the Malfoy’s expansive ballroom for what might be one of the last times.

“You look as beautiful as ever, Y/n. Are you ready?” Narcissa says, putting her arms on your shoulders once you stop walking, she’s been like your second mother for the last 8 years.

“I think I am. Is Draco walking with me?” You ask, turning around to look at the graceful older woman.

“Absolutely you are,” the blonde says, appearing behind his mother, giving you a large minty smile.

“I know I say this every year,” Narcissa says, moving so that you and Draco are standing together, putting her hand on Draco’s cheek, she says “You two would be such an adorable couple!”

“And Each year we tell you you’re crazy,” Draco says softly, taking his moms hand off his cheek.

“You guys know what you're doing, yes?” She questions, looking at us with expecting eyes.

“Yes Mum, we’ve been doing this for as long as we’ve been walking,” he says, flashing her a charming smile. She returns the smile and continues on her way, convinced that we know when to head down the stairs.

“She’s right, you do look beautiful,” Draco says, turning to face you, he pushes a few stray pieces of hair out of your face.

“And you look extremely handsome,” You reply, flashing him a large smile. You two stand arm in arm waiting for the doors to open.

The doors fly open after a few quick seconds, you and Draco start walking down the long flight of stairs, arms staying locked.

“I don’t think I’d be able to walk down the stairs with anyone else,” You joke, looking up at Draco, “I’m too used to how goofy you walk.”

“This could be our last year together and you’re going to bully me?” He says, smirking at your comment.

“What makes you say that? Are you trying to get rid of me?” You say, mocking offense.

“I’m just saying that with how stunning you look, I wouldn’t be surprised if someone came to sweep you off your feet,” He says, his minty breath hitting your face.

“It’s a shame you’re not willing to try to woo me,” You say, only half joking.

“Who says I haven’t been trying to?” He questions, stopping at the bottom of the staircase, looking at you with adoration in his eyes.

“Is that so?” You say with a smirk, challenging him. He only answers with a shrug, pulling you towards your group of friends, leaving you with them while he grabs the two of you something to drink.

“Are you two finally together then?” Theodore questions, taking a bite out of a small slice of chocolate cake.

“Oh come on, did he pay you to say that?” You say with a large smile, taking a finger full of frosting from the boy's plate.

“Nope, just waiting for the day that I get to win the bet,” He says with a smug smirk, pulling his cake further away from you.

“What is it? A bet that two childhood best friends will get together? Do you guys have one between me and Matty too?” You snort, crossing your arms.

“Nope, I only make bets that people with sexual tension are going to get together,” He replies with a shit eating smirk.

“Theodore! There is no sexual tension!” You say, swatting his arm with your hand bag, “He wouldn’t feel the same way about me anyway, he's just a flirt.”

“No no, I am just a flirt, he is smitten,” The brunette says flashing you a goofy grin.

“You are the dumbest person I have ever met,” You say, turning away from him, taking a drink from Draco who just arrived.

Eventually the two of you wonder off, talking to different people, taking pictures for when your parents ask for it. At some point you find yourself out on the balcony, Draco nowhere to be seen.

Embracing the chill of the lonely night you sit on the small metal bench you’ve spent time growing to love. You’re staring off into space, letting your thoughts take over when you hear quiet footsteps then soon after feel the presence of the blonde boy next to you.

“Hello Dray,” You say, sitting up, looking at the stunning boy.

“Hello love. Are you feeling okay?” He asks, turning towards you.

“I think I am now that you’re here,” You say, bumping your shoulders together, “Things are always better when you’re with me.”

“Don’t do that, Y/n,” He says, abruptly standing up.

“What do you mean, Dray?” You ask, his sudden movement making your chest ache ever so slightly.

“I don’t want to do this anymore. I don’t want to just be your friend, I don’t want to watch you walk with someone else at my family balls, and I don’t want to pretend that I’m not absolutely in love with you,” He says, letting out a loud huff.

“What?” You say quietly, looking up at the boy.

“Don’t act stupid, Y/n. I have been so in love with you for as long as I can remember. And I need to tell you now before it really is too late,” He says, his eyes glossing over.

“Draco Lucius Malfoy, I have been in love with you since we were 7 years old,” You say, standing up, wrapping your arms around the boy's neck.

“Do you promise?” He says, tears brimming his eyes ready to fall.

“I promise,” You reply, standing on your tiptoes to give the boy a kiss on the lips, pulling away you lay your head on his chest, moving your arms down to the middle of his back so you can squeeze him in a tight hug.

“Mattheo, you owe me 17 sickles!” You faintly hear Theodore yell.

[reodashi]

BNHA Smells

M.list

...

Deku - Smells like Spreamint and Lime, it's not strong... But subtle freshness.

Bakugo - He's evil... Unintentionally. He Smells so good, like cinnomin rolls and cookies, but he hates when people get too close.

Todoroki - Subtle lavender from his clothes, and subtle vanilla from his shampoo.

Kirishima - Axe... I love him... But it's axe body spray 100%

Iida - Fresh books, pencils, and oddly cranberries... No one asks why though.

Denki - Probably the second best smelling guy in 1-A, Smells like pumpkin spice and Apple cider... He's aware of it too.

Sero - Very subtle Smells, not strong at all... But vague fresh bread scent.

Uraraka - You know she smells good, she smells like berries, frosting, and candy.

Asui - Grass... It's not bad though. She just smells like fresh cut grass.

Momo - Fancy ass perfume, costed her like 200 bucks just to smell vaguely like vanilla and cocoa powder.

Jiro - I mean this in the best possible way, but basement... Not grungy or gross, but just that nice rustic smell basements give.

Tokoyami - He got a candle named 'Death' which smells of blackberries and coconut. He's emo and berrylicious.

Shoji - Bamboo, Campfires, and Rain... All depending on the day.

Ojiro - Freshly vacuumed carpet, and if he's felling fancy he uses citrus body wash.

Hagakure - Fruity cereals, strawberry milk, and occasionally hazelnuts.

Aoyama - Everyone say it with me! 👏 Jasmine👏 Starbucks👏 and cake batter👏

Sato - Duh, flour, cake, fresh pastries, and Gingerbread.

Koda - This one is hard... He either smells like a summer garden or farm hay...

Mineta - B.O. which he says is his natural musk. And sometimes tries to hide it with axe.

Aizawa - Apple pie, fireplaces, and fresh blankets. He Smells cozy.

Allmight - He Smells like pubs... Even though he doesn't got there often... He also smells a bit like blood.

Endeavor - He Smells like charcoal, gasoline, and arrogance. He Smells like he tries to hard, which is ironic since he didn't even try hard to become #1 hero since it was just handed to him after Allmight. 👀 And never tried hard to be a good dad👀

Present Mic - He Smells like fresh technology, you know when you unbox a phone and it smells similar to a fresh phone... It's like that.

Miss Midnight - She smells like Jasmine, aphrodiacs, and rose petals... Very flirty scents.

Nezu - Hamster food and coffee... I said what needed to be said.

Eri - She smells like candy stores, carnival sweets, and fresh plushies.

Hawks - He's a mix... His breath is minty fresh, his hair smells like masculine cologne, but his clothes smell like leather even though they aren't made from leather.

Mirko - *the lingering affection from simps* Jk... Sort of. She smells like protein shakes, new shoes, and carrot cake.

Shinso - Tea, coffee, energy drinks... Anything he consumes that helps him stay awake really...

Shigiraki - I know he smells dusty, he smells like mothballs, alleyways, and Walmart 100%

Toga - She smells like blood, I mean it's inevitable due to her quirk. Other than blood, she smells like cheap makeup, like the really chemically smelling stuff.

Dabi - *Daddy issues and burnt* He smells like hot summer days, peanut butter, and bleach due to his hair dye.

Twice - Beer, cigetettes, fresh pavement, and depression.

Overhaul - He smells fine, he smells like chalk and tree bark... But his mask smells NASTY, the bitch never cleans it.

...

[zhongrin]

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part 8/8 of ⎡∞ / 𝟔 𝟎 𝟎 𝟎 ⁺⎦, a zhongli 2023 birthday event

© zhongrin | 2024  ✼  no repost・translations・plagiarism of any kind・ai data mining. rebloggers get a free cup of tea ♡

𖧷 tags ┈ selfship (zhongrin, small hint of zhongwrinth), 3rd person pov from zhongli's side, fluff, bittersweet (like almost all the other chapters are lol), slight soft yandere-ish, slight genshin's canon lore references

𖧷 a/n ┈ happy new year my dear patrons! starting off this year strong with some super indulgent selfship piece :> technically, it can be read as x fem!reader, but you'll find that it was not meant to be one. you'll find a lot of hidden selfship lores in this, and it's very very very self-indulgent and personal (which is why i don't have the usual x reader tags), so keep that in mind and be respectful, please 🙏🏻 you have been warned!

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𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 was an intricacy he had been continuously studying over the course of more than six thousand years and counting now.

and still, with every year that passed, he realized there were many sides of love he had not discovered nor experienced himself. things like—

how the peals of someone’s laughter could be comparable to the most melodious bird’s singing, and in its contraposition, how the saddened frown from a beloved person when he forgot an important date due to the many anniversaries which had accumulated over the past few millennia, could cut deeper than the sharpest blades forged by the most proficient masters of the blacksmiths.

how, despite the many losses and reunions he had experienced, he would still have the same nightmare that had been regularly plaguing him from a few millennia back: the vision of her bloodied shell, the rage bubbling from the deepest of his heart. how the mountains tore and the seabed shifted, the anguish as cold as the lifeless body within his hold and as silent as her unmoving crimson-stained lips, the pain hundredfold as he buried her with his own hands in some desolate place ridden by war and placed a single yellow hibiscus as a meagre offering.

how the scent of the sea used to be relatively bearable despite the reflexive scrunch of his nose, and even so, he found himself increasingly becoming averse to them - especially when the scent paired with the minty frost of snezhnaya or the chalky, wintery air of dragonspine.

how, those old times ago, his closest friends had betted on the day he would use his proficiency and skills in the advanced adepti arts to do menial tasks out of love, and though at that time, morax had scoffed and laughed right in front of their face... look at him now, gladly using the ability to maintain adeptal realms to expand his beloved’s teashop or facilitate her travels between the nations of teyvat.

𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒… such an infinitely complex and neverending, yet beautiful affair.

“happy birthday, rex lapis.”

“happy birthday, morax.”

“happy birthday, zhongli.”

“happy birthday, xiànɡ ɡonɡ!”

love tasted like a sweet kiss with a touch of fragrant osmanthus and the bitterness of coffee. love took the form of a bashful and imperfect smile in full bloom against rosy cheeks. love was the way her silken hair felt against his calloused fingers as he tied his treasured golden hair clip around the midnight-colored strands, following her 'coincidental' oversight to bring her own. love was heard in fond wishes and silent gratitudes whispered into the seas of stars, amongst the soft rolls of waves caressing the shores of the harbor of their retirement home.

perhaps his darling won’t be by his side next year. perhaps she would, in a different form than what she was now. perhaps…. he would not survive this year.

but what did it matter?

for even as calamity befell aria, sonnet, and canon, the corpse of a moon still continued its sovereignty in a fixed orbit to encircle teyvat, unchanging — and so he believed the two lovers’ fates would intertwine once again; for she was destined to be his, for he oathed to be bound to her beyond a mortal expiry;

until their souls reunited in a place not even the heavenly principles could reach,

until no more engraved rings could fit in her fingers,

until teyvat's bedrock crumbled into dust.

“the day the rite of parting is recompensed, wife of mine… i promise our 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 will be sealed eternal.”

a contract sealed in souls, befitting of his goetic namesake. this might as well be the most selfish contract he has ever sealed with his blood — yet could one still call him a devil when his victim was most willing?

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[vaporclan]

Ice is a grandmother again 😂 I'm glad she had a big family around her but how different is her growing group different from a clan? Presumably she has a leadership role and I doubt anyone would let the others starve if they got hurt.

Her kids actually go off and do their own thing while they leave Ice and Minty to live out their old age in a quiet den

They can be ....... loud and rowdy sometimes. Frost is excitable and Cricket starts arguments and there's new babies who can be loud etc

Back when she was younger Hail would hate staying in one place and would always wander off on her own little adventures and at some point Ice accepted that she can't stop her and told her to at least bring Snow along so she's not alone

Meanwhile Frost who was a very anxious kid/young adult would prefer to stay with his mothers in their little den

Hail stopped adventuring as much after . The incidents with VaporClan and Ivy .

And then Ice n Minty had Cricket and Twig. Cricket was more overwhelming than they thought hed be and was a little bully as a kit

So to give Ice and Minty some peace, Frost offered that him and Hail care for the kits ... though he didn't. Want to care for Cricket. Cricket would bully him so he left Cricket to Hail while he looked after Twig instead

Looking after Twig helped Frost come out of his shell a lot, he stopped being as anxious and his more excitable personality popped out . Caring for Twig made him realize he absolutely loves babies

Hail just kinda let Cricket do what he wants all the time

Hail doesnr want to admit it. She will never admit it. But she does have an attachment to Cricket. He's her little brother. She will let him do whatever he wants forever

These guys aren't confined to one camp or shelter or anything they tend to just wander. Sometimes together sometimes separately but they don't go too far . They all stick within a certain distance of where their mothers stay

One thing about these guys is they're very protective of their mothers especially Hail

Recently with the addition of Seed and Sparrow these guys have been meeting up and sticking together more often

Ice n Minty are just kinda used to their kits going off and doing their own thing when they reach a certain age

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I'd love to read a happy snuggly fic about Bitty & Jack.

Number #15 (for Bitty 😉)

thank you for this delightful prompt! whenever i get stuck on where to start with jack and bitty, i always revert to them snuggling. this was a really nice excuse to polish a scene that i've had kicking around my WIP folder forever. hope it's okay that the boys took it in a, shall we say, steamy direction. ❤️

15. zimbits + happy snuggly vibes + I Love You Always Forever by Betty Who for @jadedmandarin81

You’ve got the most unbelievable blue eyes I’ve ever seen You’ve got me almost melting away

Hot morning sun on his shoulders, a big, hot hand on the small of his back, and Bitty has no clue where he is.

He blinks, and—right. His childhood bedroom, sometime after sunrise: lemon-yellow walls, a mess of posters, crisp white curtains hanging limp from the humidity. It can’t be very late, because Coach’s morning shower isn’t whining through the walls yet. July fifth dawns the same every blessed year: Mama having a lie-in, Coach firing up the truck, long lazy days of few words and a blue sky and a beer that Bitty's too young to be drinking. Lord, what he wouldn’t give to be fifteen and at the lake right now, cold water closing over his head. 

He brings himself slowly back to earth by wishing really hard that the Olympic-sized rink behind Michelle Kwan’s paper smile would just sort of… replace the air conditioner they haven’t been able to afford to fix for years. As it stands, he’s fucking hot.

Jack, for all that he’s peaceful in sleep, is not helping. Bitty’s cheek is stuck to his bare chest, his massive thighs are trapping Bitty’s calves, and every inch of bare skin in between is tacky and gross. The Jack of his dreams is so tangled up with the call of the ice that he feels like he should be cold by default. Jack should be white and gray and blue; frosted winter mornings, distant sun, minty breath. The Jack of reality is—well, he’s beautiful, dark sweeping lashes and all that, but he’s just as sweaty as Bitty is and his breath definitely does not smell like mint.

Bitty doesn’t mind.

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He’s still waiting for the other shoe to drop. From the moment they’d locked eyes at baggage claim, this weekend has been the weirdest song and dance: Bitty letting Jack into his life inch by inch, arranging the pieces of his soul for approval. Here’s where I went to high school. Here’s our family dinner table. Here’s my truck bed. Let’s make out. In return, apparently, he gets to have this now: his college hockey captain, on his back in Bitty’s bed, breathing slow and deep and measured with his hand skimming Bitty’s ass. 

That’s my best friend. The thought makes Bitty feel floaty and weird. He knows Jack’s gym schedule and the slant of his real smile and what he eats for breakfast, but he’s only seen him sleep once: the morning of graduation, when they’d climbed up to the roof of Faber and Bitty had woken up on Jack’s shoulder, in the folds of a jacket that smelled like him.

He hadn’t let himself believe, even then, that they might be more. After all, the thing about Jack is that sooner or later he’s always stopped being Jack and turned back into Jack Zimmermann, a living legend in the shape of a teammate. Bitty had pretended it was easy, once, not to lean into the intimacy of knowing just a little more than everyone else. It feels new and exhilarating and dangerous for him to get to see Jack like this now, all pretenses abandoned, one of his wildest fantasies come to life.

Jack chooses that moment to stir, like he can hear Bitty’s thoughts shouting his name. Bitty feels the flush rising in his cheeks, embarrassed that Jack’s caught him staring—but Jack doesn’t seem to mind, just lets out a long satisfied breath through his nose and murmurs, morning-low, “Bittle.”

Lord, but that makes something pop in Bitty’s gut and then fizzle into butterflies. Before last night he’d never even really been kissed before, and now—and now. His senses are overloaded, filled with the flash-fire knowledge that at long last someone else wants this as badly as he does. 

“Jack,” he says, sure that his morning voice must sound squeaky and childish in comparison.

But Jack’s eyes on his face are sleepy dark blue, weighty with something that looks a hell of a lot like approval. Bitty follows the slow roll of Jack’s Adam’s apple so he won’t do something really embarrassing, like explode and die. 

“Bitty,” Jack sighs again. Jesus Christ. There go Bitty’s chances of getting out of this bed alive. “‘S’hot.”

“Yes,” Bitty grumps, but neither of them make a move to separate. That self-satisfied thing flashes through him again. Jack is, apparently, so into this, into him; the bruises to prove it are probably already darkening low on his belly and hips. Being watched this way makes Bitty feel slightly insane, drunk with power.

“I like this,” Jack says. His voice rumbles, far-off thunder. Bitty thinks about flash floods, dams breaking, the crackshot sound of shattering ice. 

“What?”

“Waking up with you.”

There’s the sincerity that’s been driving Bitty wild all weekend. He’s long since mastered the art of lying smoothly through his teeth, but Jack’s graceless honesty punches holes through every pretense he can muster. It’s how Jack got him on his back in the truck bed last night, why they apparently can’t stop talking unless they find other ways to occupy their mouths. Just like that, Bitty's cheeks are in full flame.

“Me too,” he says, too quickly. Jack doesn’t seem to notice. His arms are huge, and Bitty is welcome in them. He feels positively unhinged. He has zero desire to move.

“Do we have to get up?”

“Probably,” Bitty groans, seizing the change of topic with both hands. He thunks his forehead into Jack’s shoulder for emphasis. “Coach’ll be up soon.”

“‘Kay,” says Jack, not moving one blessed inch.

Bitty squirms a little, thrilled. They keep ending up on the same page, wanting the same things. Feeling bold, Bitty mouths over the hot expanse of skin between Jack's shoulder and his neck, loving the way Jack immediately makes that pleased sound deep in his throat. 

"Sorry."

“For—ah." 

Jack honest-to-god moans when Bitty reaches the spot beneath his ear, and that's it: Bitty's deceased. He's gone. He's gonna die right here in his childhood bedroom, and he'll be damn well pleased about it. "Don't be—sorry for what?”

“That it’s not private,” Bitty murmurs. He waves his free hand toward the door, beyond which his parents hopefully believe that Bitty and his good friend Jack are passed out in separate rooms after the (completely tame, very platonic) excitement of last night's festivities. It seems like a tall order even in his head. He's gonna have to spend the next month before he goes back to school being very careful about the thoughts he lets show on his face.

When Bitty flexes his toes against Jack's bare leg under the sheets to prompt an answer, Jack hums a little, turns and drags his nose lightly across Bitty's forehead. "Don’t be sorry,” he says. “Actually, I was thinking about that last night."

"You were? Huh," Bitty says. "Sounds like I didn't do a very good job, then."

Jack gives him a gentle, one-handed shove. "After... uh, well. After that." He blushes so pretty, right over his nose and hot up his cheeks. Bitty kind of wants to eat him whole. "What would you say about coming to visit me?"

Forget what he’d say; Bitty can barely even think about it without going insane. Just the two of them, alone, four soundproof walls and a chance to figure this out for real. "In Providence?"

"Yes,” Jack says. “And we can do, um. More. Of what we did last night.”

Bitty is acutely aware of Jack’s hand, which is now rubbing little circles into his back, and all the other places it was last night, and how much he’d like for it to be in those places again.

“Yes, okay,” he says, too quickly to be polite; Jack is grinning, though, so. Right answer.

"Deal."

Bitty smiles back, megawatt. "Deal."

"First I have to make it home, though," Jack says. "Got a whole kitchen to get ready for you, eh?"

He says get ready like it has multiple meanings, and Bitty gets to pick the one he wants. Despite the heat, he finds himself shivering in anticipation.

"Sounds amazing," Bitty says, definitely not just talking about the kitchen. He shoves Jack back, teasing. This is his best friend and so much more. "Then you better get packin', mister, you got a flight to catch."

When the alarm clock goes off down the hall, Jack rolls out of bed and goes for his bag, sleepy chirps in full effect. Bitty stays put, though, watching. The sun catches just right on the hard planes of Jack’s shoulders, melting winter into spring, and Bitty is okay with losing control.

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Superhero Wedding Special III: The Wedding of Wally West and Linda Park

Happy belated valentine's day all you happy people! And it's time once again for my favorite tradition on this blog: the superhero wedding special.

For those just joining us I love a good wedding "episode", wether it be a good tv wedding like Adventure Time or Community, a good wedding movie like Father of the Bride or a good old fashiond superhero wedding. And since there are both so many comic book weddings and so many I haven't covered, for the past three years i've let my patreons each pick one, picked one myself, then put all four in a poll for you fine folks to choose from. First year was a tie between Rogue and Gambit's stolen wedding and Aunt Man and Doc Ock's near marriage that ended in a nuclear explosion off the coast of Canada, and last year Hulking and Wiccan had a quick wedding via mid crossover flashback among friends, then had another celebration for the whole superhero community post crossover.

Both races were tight: one was a tie and last years eeked out a win against the Batman/Catwoman wedding fiasco. So this year was a bit diffrent. Not only did I use Tumblr's minty fresh new poll system.. but the results.. weren't even remotely close.

Yeah Wally and Linda won HALF of the 18 votes for this poll, beating out Emma's choice of Lex Luthor's Space wedding, Kev's roulette wheel choice of the recent Emma Frost Tony Stark Wedding, and Brotoman.exe's runner up Luke Cage and Jessica Jones. All good choices.. but it's clear what the people wanted. Ya'll REALLY love Wally West on here, love him even more with Linda and I wholeheartedly agree. While I didn't see this landslide coming, I'm pleased as punch it happened.

So before we introduce our couple, as is tradition let's track how we got to these nuptials.

Wally was in a weird place when he met Linda, both in and out of universe. In universe.. he'd been turned into a porcupine man somehow and was being hunted by Captain Cold during his stint as a bounty hunter.

Point is he met Linda as a newswoman. Out of universe Wally had a bit of a creative rough patch in the 80's. Wally started the 80's in one of the most influental and important books of the decade and one of it's best, The New Teen Titans. And he was easily.. the weakest member of the team.

See while his teamates were either fresh new characters Wolfman and Perez refined as they went (Starfire, Raven, Cyborg) or ones who had long since needed a new coat of paint and got a second act out of the deal (Dick Grayson, Donna Troy and Beast Boy), Wally.. was the odd man out. The team tried to make him the token conservative and a reluctant hero: one who knows he has a duty but is just.. tired of it and wants to retire. NOthing wrong with that, it can be a good angle. The problem is Wally spends the book either whining about not wanting to be a hero instead of just being honest with his friends, who have plenty of power without him, or declaring raven evil out of hand. And he does have a leg to stand on in not liking her, she made him love her. But instead of focusing on that he just assumes any time she looses control slightly she's evil now and stops carring about her because of something that, unlike the brainwashing thing, was entirely out oc her control. You can read more about all this here in this mammoth I did on the series.

The takeaway is that Wally sucked. Then Crisis on Infinite Earths Happened and Barry died heroically sacrifcing himself. Wally swore at the end of that series he wouldn't become the flash... but one year later with the next crossover Legends he did.

So Wally got his own brand new solo written by Mike Baron who reworked Wally's character.. and somehow made him MORE insufferable, making him into an egotisticla impulsive ladies man who cheated on his girlfriend, let his mother walk all over his new girlfriend, a married woman he was having an affair with. He also was a giant dick to Chunk, a neurotypical genius with black hole powers and planned to exploit him. He also won the lottery, a thing that sure did happen and sure was necessary and not a cheap gimmick no one asked for yes sir.

THe baron run.. was a mess. With Wolfman and perez I can at least see what they were going for and tha tit simply failed. Here I don't know what the fuck Baron was thinking.

Thankfully soon after William Messner Loebs took over, and while i've only read a smidgen of his run and wish more was collected, it's an instant improvment: Wally looses his fortune and becomes more of a relatable every man, the "you could have a beer with him" sort whose just at home at a hockey game as he is fighting snake themed terrorists.

So with Wally's new personality came a stable love intrest in Linda. Linda was just what Wally needed: someone who saw through all his bullshit, that all the swaggering and screwing around was compensating for the mountain of issues he refused ot work through.

Linda ended up seeing enough of Wally's good nature to start dating him casually, which lasted into the Mark Waid run, where the two were truly fleshed out as a couple.. and which i've read a solid chunk of. Mark Waid is seen as the man who truly made wally the flash and it's hard to argue that as Wally grew as a person bit by bit over the run. He was still impulsive, down to earth and quippy as fuck, but the overcompensation, horn doggery and assholishness were gone. He also gave wally his full backstory, and helped him finally get over comparisons to barry, making his speed limit that internalized imposter syndrome I mentiond: he was scared of replacing Barry.. but more scared of letting THIS BASTARD DO IT.... god I gotta cover the Return of Bary Allen sometime.

So through all this growth for Wally, he and linda grew as a couple: When Linda asked just how serious they were Wally balked, then got caught up on a flash thing... before speeding his way on a train to ask her to stay. The two have great chemistry: Linda likes Wally's fun nature, down to earth stylez and the fact he dosen't treat her like she's made of glass.. most of the time (Some incidents shook him up a bit), while Wally loves her no nonsense atittude, the only thing that often cuts thorugh his bullshit when he hyperfixates on his latest problem. She's his rock, he's her roll, and they need that ballance. She keeps him grounded.. and not just in the speed force, as discovering it nearly caused wally to loose himself.. but her love anchored him back.

So their marriage was inevitible and while I coudln't find the proposal issue, it's no suprise it happened: the two loved each other deeply and there's a reason they got so much love in this poll, and it's nice the two are back solidly as a couple with no signs of more ediotial fuckery making one of them not exist or forget the other or whatever.

So with that we're at the wedding. It came towards the end of Mark waid's run, right before Geoff Johns also super special awesome run, with Johns getting to define their married life more. It also begins a bit of a weird arc i'll talk about when we get to the end of the issue btu for now it's a blessed day for a blessed couple under the cut.

Since the wedding itself is supervillain free, we open with a big action set piece. Said set piece is excellent: Waid really knows how to write a flash story and sneakily choose villians who were key to Wally and Linda's history: Kobra

I had to and Mark waid had to know what he was doing introdcuing a snake themed terroist group. Kobra is a cult/terriorst group ran by Kobra with a K. They nearly destroyed Keystone City during the Terminal Velocity arc, with Wally forced to go as fast as he possibly could to save Linda, nearly loosing himself in the process. This is where the anchor thing happened. What I really like is the story.. dosen't bring this up. He just mentions he's "tussled with them" before, so newer readers don't have to get an info dump, but people who've been reading a while get the continuity nod.

It's a fun opener too as Wally zooms around, interogates a guy by shaking him real hard, and finds out Kobra's hiding at Broome Plaza, a nice nod to Wally co-creator John Broome. Kobra can teleport so he nopes out, but wally uses a neat trick: since he's faster than sound, he can catch up to what their saying.. and thus evacuate city hall before their bomb goes off. Said attack annoys wally a little but he's able to catch his marriage certificate. It's a good cold open that gives us some flash action.. and allows the rest of the issue to just be a simple plain clothes wedding.

Granted no wedding is simple and Wally reacts to hearing the cake may be off.. is to kidnap a chef from paris.

I.. I want to know how Wally knows this guy, and why he can just kidnap Pierre at a moment's notice. Did he kindap a random chef or do they have a history? Who was he fighting in paris? he WAS part of Justice League Europe for quite some time so it's plausable but dammit I want this story told Mark.

Linda rather than overreacting.. is greatful she has a soon to be husband whose so kind and considerate he'd run al lthe way to paris to kidnap her a baker. The two get down on the floor but before they can get doooowwnwnnn on the floor Linda's parents walk in. Thankfully their quickly distracted though Wally notices something's off: while Linda's had nothing resembling cold feet she freezes up a bit when Wally brushes off his parents, not even having checked if their coming. As you'll soon se he has every reason not to give a shit.

What he does give a shit about is Linda making Bart, aka impulse the ring bearer. Impulse was Wally's equilvent to kid flash and eventually his kid flash, before Wally became Wally's kid flash more recently. That wasn't a typo, there are two of them, it's not important to any of this.

For those less familiar with my boy, Bart is a hyperactive mess, having been raised in virtual reality simulation in the future and thus having trouble slowing down, not helped by being a speedster whose all but said to have ADHD. Wally's relationship with bart's a contrast to Barry's with him: While Barry was a fair mentor and the father Wally needed, Wally.. simply dosen't have the patience to actually train his young ward. Wally and Bart are too much alike, both impulsive, both running a mile a minute, and thus Bart was trained instead by Wally's own secondary mentor Max Mecury, a golden age speedster who has nothing BUT patience and when Max went into comic limbo, the almost as patent first flash Jay Garrick took the reigns. It's a detail I like as it not only set up Bart's own series well but makes sense: Wally can help Bart in small doses and dosen't abandon him, but simply can't handle the kid. It's telling that noawadays while he's taken a roll in mentoring his cousin, Wallace is both way calmer and Wally's matured enough from being a parent to actually handle being a mentor.

Thankfully Linda has patience for both of them and takes care of bart in a really clever way

Sadly the good times can't last and Wally's parents arrive and we see WHY he was so aphrensive about them showing up.

Yeah besides the .. questionable gifts, Waid does a godo job showing WHY he dosen't like them without getting into their histories: Wally's dad gives him a cheap gift and brings a date younger than his own son, and Wally's Mom's every action towards him is some veiled crticisim. Their awful and waid has never sugacoated that, and their constant baggering may explain New Teen Titans era wally in canon: Wally was less himself at the time because he was BADLY trying to be what they wanted and once he got the freedom of being the flash, he snapped back into being who he truly was.

Wally gets them to go away by playing "LOOK A RELATIVE WANTS TO TALK ABOUT THEIR INHERTIANCE" and linda tenses up again, not getting at WHY she keeps doing that. Wally is quickly distracted by this hair crime

Oh all the ways i'm going to have fun with this. Okay for starters Dick, your the son of the world's greatest detective. Bruce has taught you better wig game than that and you damn well know it. 80's metal hair is not Nightwing level disguise work Richard.

Second... how is the "Theodore Logan" look less conspcious than the adopted son of a millionare being friends with a public figure?

Third: All this is going to do is have papparzi asking "Whose Wally West's Best Man?". Does Dick have a cover identity all set up for this or did he only think of this plan the 5 minutes it took to buy a "babies first winger costume" wig.

Fourth: right after the rest of the titans show up, and Donna herself is a public figure, having taken pictures of starfire and being a high profile fashion photographer, Roy himself is ward of a billionare and Garth has no secret identity. how is "bruce wayne's son" any less conspcious.

And fifth WHY of all the wigs did he choose a perm that resembles their teammate jericho they watched get stabbed in front of them not a year ago probably in universe. Maybe two.

To my shock by the end Joey was apparently fronting whitesnake so what the hell dick. Why remind all your many friends present "oh yeah remember our friend who got stabbed in the chest in front of us".

So the rest of the titans arrive and somehow don't razz Dick for this hair crime, though even through that perm dick can sense somethin'gs off with linda. We get mor ehints why as Wally dosen't intorduce the titans to his family: Linda was the one to invite them and while he's glad they came he's not really.. close to any of them. The people he is make a bit more of an intrance, as the JLA arrive, with Superman worried about paparazzi. I mean dick will never live down that perm if they see it.

Wally kept the location on the DL.. which won't really stop paparazzi , even 90's paparazzi, and just makes Dick's hair somehow more rediculous. Any more and it'll become a force unto itself.

Thankfully more of Wally's REAL family shows up: Iris. for those wondering why this is a big deal at the time Iris was living in the future: she's from the 30th century, it's a long story, point is she stayed there after Barry's death both to raise her kids and to avoid spoiling the future. Ironically she'd come back full time during the next run as the future changed enough she had no idea what to expect, but for now Wally's worried she'll give her dad a heart attack.. only for her to explain she already went and saw her dad and explained stuff. Family is important.

This finally snaps Linda's bugging into focus for Wally: family. Wally's been icing his out and THAT'S what linda keeps being nervous about. So , not supposed to see the bride be dammned, he goes to iron this out in a beautiful scene that both explains WHY he's like this to his family, something we've clearly seen, and why Linda's in no danger

IT's really well done, and I like that Wally acknowledges his extended family.. did nothing wrong. He was just so determined to keep his parents away he accidently kept them away too and geninely wants to work on it. I don't think he DOES, but the comic both changes gears then changes writers after this, and I can't blame Geoff for not following up on this. He was never scared of her.. he just has bad parents.

I also like that the comic has the aseop that it's ENTIRELY okay Wally wants to push his parents away and wants nothing to do with them. There are far too many bits of media that ar elike "Oh your birth family is important, you shouldn't pusht hem away. Your parents mean something".. but forget that sometimes parents are abusive shit stains. I was lucky to get a wonderful mom and a dad I can at least talk to, but not everyone has a good relationship with their parents or wants to be around them. WE've seen how little they actually care about wally or his big day, and how much having them there throws him off. Yet we've also subtly seen.. wally HAS family. He's found family with the titans, with the League. You don't need blood to be a family. You just need love, to respect one another and to be there.. and Wally and LInda have that.

So it's time for the ceremony with the wedding party apparently only consisting of Beavis, Jesse Quick (Close ally of Wally's and fellow speedster) and Bart. It's then Wally realizes something and handles it like the responsible about to be married man he is.

Yeah the fastest man alive, who was hovering over his wife as she planned this ceremony... forgot his vows. it's so wally it hurts and i'm here for it. Thankfully he's the fastest man alive and after thinking back on their history, the good, the bad, and how she's always made him feel... he simply says his vows from the gut, which really is again the most wally west thing imaginable and i'm still here for it.

It's a beautiful speech that sums up their relationship, what they mean..and is also something Wally REALLY shoudl've thought through. You'd think after a decade as a superhero, at least he'd know not to tempt fate as suddenly.. Linda dosen't exisit. Wally finds something with her name, asks dick about it, Dick assumes wally horny Richard, and Dick dosen't even question the haunted wig in his apartment. Linda is trapped and yeah that's how the issue ends.

Yeah, the big milestone wedding.. ends with a fucking kidnapping and leads into an arc I haven't gotten to. And look i'll do a LOT for reasearch, I just covered 20 some issues of Transformers Robots in Disguise so I could cover the crossover with More than Meets the Eye next month, entirely so i'd do it right.. but even i'm not so through that i'd read 18 issues of the flash in an arc i'm eh about reading some day but will probably get to complete the mark waid run for a one and a half issue review.

So the short version of what you missed: Wally disappeared into time and space without LInda to anchor him. Replacing him was Wallace West, an angsty wally from another timeline who replaced him for a while, a storyline I mostly know about because it leaked into JLA for a bit, with Wally revealing his identity to a few people to get their trust. Wallace was the darker and edgier flash no one asked for, fought crime, fell in love... and then Wally came back and rescued LInda, who it turned out had been kidnapped by his old nemisis Abra Kadabra, a magician from the 60th century who as you can tell by how elaborate and dickish this plot is, has a flair for both trying to ruin wally's life and the dramatic. Hilaroiusly, as I read, Wally gets him to undo it.. by pointing out no one knew what he did. So Wallace was supposed to go back and go back miserable because fuck him for wanting to be happy I guess. Can you kinda.. see why I have no real intrest in this storyline outside of Wally and LInda? Maybe pick that up?

So for expediency's sake and to give us a better ending we WILL be covering the flash #159.. but just the wally and linda parts as we don't really need Wallace's dramatic exit.

We do start on it though as the League demands he go home and can't take his girlfriend with him. He picked up a girlfriend it's a thing. Superman is being an uncharactristic super ass while Wally is being less than helpful.. albeit given Wallace DIN'T have his memories of Linda erased and could've been helping them, I can't say I blam ehim.

So once Wallace leaves to have one last good day, Bart, having the tact of a tornado on roller skates, asks when the wedding resumes. Wally decides right the fuck now and speeds into actoin to get everything: catering, her parents farmhouse ready again, the lisence.

Wally spends the day even more hyperactive than usual... which is somehow indeed possible. The superheroes around Linda assure her it's fine, with Donna being the only one to make sure things haven't changed. Linda still LOVES wally.. but she can see something's wrong. And unlike with her on the previous wedding day, Wally's FAR less subtle about it so I don't know why no one else is like "okay maybe we shoudl check on him.

We get to the wedding itself.. and Linda holds it, not wanting to Marry wally while he's having what's clearly a barely supressed emotoinal breakdown.

I love this because it really.. boils down their dynamic: Linda loves wally, who he is and dosen't doubt that for a second.. but she's also 9/10 the one who pulls his head out of his ass. Wally's a good guy, we've seen it here.. but he acts first asks later, and LInda's one the remind him that you have to slow down every once in a while and have a conversation. Also yeah, between Dick's wig and Clark's super pope hat he's bummed he didn't get to wear to this because you bastards didn't ask him to officiate, they've seen weirder.

Wally agrees, yeah that's it. He saw a version of himself who went down a dark path.. and really wasn't THAT diffrent. All it took was loosing linda, which is WHY Walter is an edgelord for the record. Linda.. isn't amused, especially since Wally implies part of this is to widen the gap between them. Wally's friends are.. less than sympathetic. Well okay Roy is. It's just roy actually, Max is worried and Jay knows they just need to work it out and will. But roy well..

That is both a perfect exchange for those two.. and entirely why Roy isn't invited to weddings that much. I only think he got into this one as Donna's +1.

Wally however.. assures her that's not the case and once again gets a fantastic speech in

It's a heartfelt speech and get's linda to just.. skip to the i dos, the two kiss and one of the most solid marriages in all of comcis begins. It's a beautiful speech.

As for the issues themselves.. their okay. Yeah for such a great couple and with so many great moments, the first issue feels a bit short, like we needed more time for the wedding and the whole stupid kidnapping plot means we get cheated out of a reception, which as we've seen from both Rogue and Gambit and Teddy and Billy's nuptial's, is often some of the best stuff, allowing a bunch of characters to bounce off each other. Instead since the circumstances are dire after the intital wedding and dire right before the makeup, with our heroes recovering for it, we don't really get to have FUN with this. There's good moments, but these weddings are a bit of a disapointment and I don't know what Mark Waid or Ediotiral was thinking with this. It's still JUST good enough to not be a complete waste of your time, I recommend at least 142, but it still coudl've been SO much better and it's a shame this is the first wedding for this feature I just. .haven't been that jazzed about. I wanted to like it. the art for the first issue does not help, being all kinds of rediuclous and giving us the enternal shame that is Dick Grayson's perm.

So where did Wally and LInda go from here? Well honestly.. marital bliss at first. As I said Geoff Johns run, a brilliant followup to what Mark Waid did that brought back the Rogues after Waid wrote them out and redefined Captain Cold, follows them as newlyweds: they deal with space, moving, and LInda going back to college for a subplot that ultimately goes nowhere outside of one kidnapping by a prince from another dimension. Story for another time.

The two were solid for the most part and even had an unexpected suprise: TWINS. The two were happy to start their family... but unfortuantely Wally's freshly minted new arch enemy Zoom undid the babies out of his warped thinking tragedy makes better heroes. Which it often does, but feels like a critqiue on piling on tragedy because "that's what sueprheroes are". Granted Geoff Johns isn't innocent of this, but it's still a good lesson.

Afterwards Hal Jordan wiped everyone's memories of wally's identity and after re learning it Linda disappeared before coming back, the babies were restored, and the two had a happy marriage again with kids till infinite crisis. Then wally was put through the SHIT for nigh on a decade until a recent return, a wonderful run you should check out by Jeremey Whitley and a sci fi run I haven't that sounds neat by by my Boy Simon Spurrier. The two aren't without conflict. .but they have a love and understanding that makes them get past it. Wally and Linda have a beautiful relationship and I can't wait to see them again on this blog some day.

For now thanks for reading.

[malusokay]

Hey, Malu. I love your blog, it helps with simple things that were so hard for me to understand before.

I was wondering if you can give some advice on grounding and finding a way to fight maladaptive daydreaming and dissociation.

I'm glad that you find my blog helpful <33

I used to struggle A LOT with dissociation due to trauma, and therapy has been the most helpful thing for me!! Reflecting and recognising the triggers will help you in the long run, but that takes time. I always dissociated when I got stressed or nervous, but I had a few technics to prevent a full-on blackout:

I always have REALLY strong and minty chewing gum (mentos pure fresh frost is my go-to) in my purse, so strong that it makes my eyes water!!

Finger tapping. I play the piano, so when I feel like I'm dissociating, I start "playing" songs I've been practising. This helps me to focus and calm down, and it's also very unnoticeable; you can easily do it in class without attracting much attention!!

Listening to music/wearing headphones. I used to struggle a lot with social anxiety, so when I had to go somewhere or take public transport, I would always listen to music; it made the whole experience less overwhelming.

Regarding the maladaptive daydreaming, I wish I had some tips for you, but I also really struggle with that; yesterday I almost got run over by a bus because I was so deep in my thoughts, lol. But I'm still learning to cope with my past, and as soon as I learn a few tips, I'll make sure to share them immediately!! <33

[ilyuu-archive]

warnings : hurt/comfort, fluff, lots and lots of longing, use of childe’s real name, childe is childe (explodes), lmk if i missed anything! just him coming back home,,,

happy birthday aki!! and now, a little present for you <33

close. you’re close.

a flurry of snow fell from the skies, and the snowflakes, each a trait to their name, melted the moment it touched the palm of your hand - rather, the mitten. you splay your fingers to the air, letting the wind, so still, as of now, nip at it. still, you could feel it, the icy droplets, trickle into the threads. everything is a canvas, a frame, enveloped in a glaze of pure, sparkling snow.

a place you (and him) call home.

each step that you take, a faint footfall, accompanied with a crunch, seems to break the quiet, the stillness of life, hidden away in the crevices of warmth, of safety. each breath you draw in, a minty, airy feeling mixes in. and every one you let out, the puff of breath crystallizes into mist.

you’re almost there.

you nestle yourself further into the scarf, a burning fire, almost, against the landscape. a rich red, swathing you, as a silent shield and, as you like to think, a pair of arms burrowing you from behind - it’s a bit of a dream, you’ll admit, since the last time you’ve felt that same comfort has been months.

his touch faint, almost phantom as the loose threads of the fabric grazes your skin with every shift of movement. and it always comes as a reminder, as bittersweet, as taut at it makes your chest. that enough made you yearn for him again. it never did take much from him for you to fall back into his arms whenever possible, with the little time that you had him to yourself at least.

maybe a bit selfish, as the memories of few and fewer moments you shared with him drizzled in.

his voice, his scent, his touch - you didn’t want it to be true, but you could barely remember any of it. the one thing that you do is his handwriting, and even then it comes so seldomly. those nights you run your fingertips on each letter, each word, hanging onto them like a last string, a line.

but maybe it wasn’t.

you hold a handful of the cloth in the palm of your hand, as if to hold onto the remnants.

“don’t go ahead and forget about me too much,” he said, a lilt to his voice that you’d loved (and love.) his hands slipped the scarf around you, a loose loop. “keep this for me until i come back, got that?”

“aye aye, captain.” he pouts. “…i’ll keep myself safe, ajax. don’t worry.”

“that’s better.” he presses his forehead against yours, and the two of you share the small space for those few seconds. when he says something, there’s a soft stroke to his words. “i’ll be back. i don’t know when and i can’t promise that, ”

“you sure?”

“what, wanna make a pinkie promise on it?”

you tug on the edge of the scarf. it’s almost as if it’s a piece, an extension of him in some sort of way. “this is enough of a promise for me.”

“you’re so cheesy it’s cute.”

“shut up.”

“well, since you insist….”

“not now!”

a promise that he’ll come back. and a promise that you’ll wait with open arms, welcome him back, and bring him back into what he’d always called home. no matter how long it took, no matter what time did to either of you two.

(you remember the look on his face as you said it that one time. it was almost— no, it was indescribable. it was nothing yet everything at the same time, too much all at one fleeting across his features in a matter of seconds. other than that, you don’t know what he was feeling, thinking - not even a letter or a word of a thought as he kept you in his arms, his hands clutching onto anything at all, and all with a shiver in his skin.)

(if there was one word you’d use to describe him that day, wherein the winds howled, bitter bites of frost on the panes of windows - the world has grown cold and cruel - it’d be desperate.)

you’re here.

the trees, thin, lofty barks and branches crooked part to an endless sea, its waters stifled, yet still moving. each step you take, this time, invites you in close and closer with its creaks. crates, barrels, and loops of rope litters the piers, but it’s all part of the backdrop as salty wisps of steam soon flowed in, a small boat decks at the docks. it whistled, and someone took a step onto the pier, the boards creaking underneath their weight as yours.

you didn’t even need to take another step to know who. and, like so many times before that, and many more to come after, you open your arms - wide, as if to - and said, “welcome home, ajax.”

he didn’t hesitate falling in, his own arms wrapping around your waist, and you’re swathed in the familiar warmth and comfort that is childe, that is ajax.

he breathes you in, and lets it all out - a sigh that is filled with relief and content all together, to the brim. the curls of his hair tickles cheek, and you couldn’t bite back the smile that lifted the corners of your lips. he feels it against his skin, and the smile he soon wears is infectious.

“oh, this feels nice.”

“you say that every single time.”

“because it is every single time.”

“you’re so cheesy.”

“damn, the tables have turned, haven’t they?” a pause. his voice drops to a whisper, brittle; it sounds like a shell of himself. “…missed you. so much. a lot.”

you tighten your arms around him. everything - his touch, his voice, his scent, his everything - floods back to you. it’s bittersweet thinking that he’ll leave again soon, too soon for your liking, but you shove those thoughts to the margins of your mind.

just enjoy this bit at least, you told yourself. and you did. “i missed you too. more than you’d know.”

another pause. “…is that a contest?”

“ajax!”

(if you’d use another word, it’d be relief.)

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[analexthatexists]

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me personally if it means I get a box of these to myself I’d gladly get my hands dirty

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[whore4hockeymen]

Cupcakes

~Jack Hughes~

the loml 😍

TW: a little swearing, kinda heated towards the end

Word Count: 1239

It was July 7, and you were in the kitchen with Jack making cupcakes for his mother’s birthday which was the next day. You had known the Hughes’ family since you were little, so Ellen was pretty much your second mother. Jack and his brothers had come down to Michigan to celebrate their mom’s birthday, and you had roped Jack to come to your little apartment for some baking.

“Do you have eggs?” Jack asked, peeking into your fridge. You stood at the counter in front of the laid out ingredients, “Of course I have eggs,” you replied.

Jack hummed, “Really? ‘Cuz I’m not seeing anything particularly egg looking in here.” You scoffed and walked over, nudging him out of the way and looking into my fridge, which did not have a lot of contents.

“Dammit, did I really forget eggs?” you complained, shutting the fridge, “It’s fine, I’ll just go ask the neighbors for some.”

Jack snickered, “Unprepared, as usual.” You smacked him in the shoulder and walked out of the door. The old lady next door kindly gave you two eggs and you went back to your apartment.

You were greeted with the sight of Jack wearing your frilly pink apron you got as a joke a while ago, inscripted on it in cursive as ‘World’s Sexiest Baker’. You stifled a laugh and Jack turned around with a smile, “You like?” he asked, twirling it around.

“It looks better on you than it does on me,” you replied, setting the eggs onto the counter. “Alright do you want to get started on the cupcake part and I can do the frosting?”

Jack nodded and peered at the recipe you printed out on a piece of paper. You settled yourself on the other section of the counter and started to mix together the ingredients to the frosting recipe that you knew by heart. It was a comfortable silence as the two of you worked, the occasional sentence exchanged here and there. Soon enough, the cupcakes were in the oven and the frosting was in the fridge.

You dusted off your hands and turned around to face Jack, “Want to watch a movie while we wait?” you asked.

However, Jack didn’t respond, he was staring at something on your face with a lopsided smile, “You’ve got some frosting on your cheek.” You rolled your eyes and swiped your hand against your cheek, but nothing came off. “No, not that one, here.”

Your eyes widened slightly as he stepped closer, you could smell his minty breath from the gum he chewed a while ago. Your heart started to beat faster, is it too late to mention that you were madly in love with your best friend? It felt like time slowed as he reached his hand out and swiped a thumb across your cheek. Frosting was on his finger that he drew away, but he didn’t stop there. It was like you were in a trance as you watched him then pop his finger into his mouth, tasting the frosting. You were definitely blushing.

“That was pretty good,” he said with a smile, still very close to you. You both stared at each other for a moment, a weird tension starting to fill the air. You broke it by turning around, “Of course it is, I made it.”

Jack laughed and you made your way to the couch, trying to will the redness away from your cheeks. Sitting on the couch, you put on a random movie, but you couldn’t pay attention to what was going on. The scene kept replaying in your mind over and over, it also didn’t help that Jack had an arm lazily draped behind you on the couch.

A few hours later, the cupcakes were out of the oven and cooled. The two of you stood in front of the multitude of dessert that was on the counter, piping bags filled with frosting in hand, “Ok so watch what I do,” you said, turning your focus to frosting a cupcake, creating a perfect spiral.

Jack attempted to copy you, but it didn’t work out very well, “I suck ass at this.” You laughed, “You’ll get a hang of it.”

As you two both kept frosting cupcakes, Jack slowly started to improve and you fell into a nice rhythm. That is, until you heard Jack groan, you looked over to see frosting covering his hand, “Goddammit.”

You laughed, “How did you manage to do that?” He shrugged and looked around for something to wipe his hand off, unfortunately there were no rags in sight.

“Guess I’ll just have to use something else,” he said and turned to you with a smirk. Your eyes widened as he lunged towards you, wiping the frosting on his hand all over your face. You gasped as he stood there triumphantly.

“You are going to pay for that,” you said, picking up a cupcake and smushing it into his face, the remains falling onto the ground. He laughed in disbelief, “Oh it is on.”

You shrieked as he grabbed another handful of frosting, but you were ready and dodged his hand, running away. He chased you around the counter and into the dining room, you tried to use the chairs to block his path but it was no use. You skidded down the hall, running to the bathroom with the idea to lock yourself inside. However, you felt a strong arm wrap around your waist and drag you back. You screamed as Jack used his other hand to spread the frosting on your face, even in your hair.

He eventually let you go and you turned around to face him, taking in the sight of cupcakes and frosting all over him. You both broke into a fit of laughter, you had to lean into his shoulder and clutch your stomach, you were laughing so hard. Soon though, the laughter died down and something else replaced the air. You looked up at him, he stared at you with an intense look in his eyes. His Adam’s apple bobbed and you watched as he licked his bottom lip.

You couldn’t breathe as he took a hand and placed it under your chin, tilting your face up. Your heart was beating so loud, you were sure that he could hear it. He got closer to your face, your lips barely brushing against each other. You couldn’t take it anymore, you closed the distance, fully pressing your lips to his. He immediately wrapped a hand around your waist and drew you close, your own hands wrapping around his neck. He tasted like the vanilla frosting you made and you assumed you tasted the same. The kiss was soft at first, but it soon got more and more deep. You nipped at his bottom lip and he groaned, tightening his hold on you. He suddenly drew away, but his attack didn’t stop. His lips traveled down your jaw and your neck. You shivered as he licked some frosting that was on your neck.

“Jack,” you whispered breathlessly. He made his way back up to your lips and pressed a softer kiss to them. He smiled and rested his head against your forehead, absentmindedly drawing shapes on your hip.

“Yeah those cupcakes do taste pretty good,” he said, licking his lips. You rolled your eyes and drew him back in for another kiss.

You couldn’t agree more.

[trickstarbrave]

wip whenever

hiiiii i got tagged by @nocturance again SO it's wip time

tagging: @boethiahspillowbook @orfeoarte @soundwavefucker69 (fuck you show me ur stuff minty) @thescrolls-haveforetold ANDDDD YOU READING THIS IF U WANT A TAG

so far for pictures we got. these guys being gay. as always (i love when they stare and are so close to kissing but dont. the tension is what does it for me)

we also have almalexia in judith slaying holofernes but tbh this will prob take. a lot longer. jesus this painting is more complicated than i thought and i am. stupid. (nerevar is holofernes in this)

AND FOR WRITING: a part of moon and star in an upcoming chapter. warnings though for uhhhhh racism, sexual assault mentioned, and slavery justification. its getting messy and moraelyn is being kinda gross im not gonna lie. make no mistake though he is in the wrong no matter how much he has to justify it and he wont stay azura's champion for long.

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Moraelyn had simply wanted to discuss things with the new head of House Dagoth. Sure, the lord was still young, but supposedly the hortator had been his canvasari. 

Moraelyn, prince without a crown or city, wanted to understand. Almalexia Indoril had promised Nerevar was a great champion who almost single handedly rescued Voryn from nord capture. She wanted to go so far as to name him hortator of two Great Houses, something that had never been done before. He wanted reassurance that this man would truly be of good help, but he couldn’t help but be suspicious. A couple of battalions, even led by the most clever commander, couldn’t destroy a dozen or so nord camps; not without a better explanation at least. And there was the matter of Nerevar’s mixed blood--the nordic nose, the softer shape of his brow, the texture of his hair and lighter tone of his skin--it was clear he was part nord. 

The prince couldn’t help but be suspicious. Sure, not all with mixed blood were traitors, but plenty were. Many chose to align themselves with the nords, cutting their ears to look more manish, adopting a full nordic accent, and selling their secrets to the enemy in exchange for refuge and glory. Others sold them out out of familial bonds--parents, uncles, aunts, nephews, nieces, and cousins with nordic blood were harder to kill for them. They were more loyal to the blood of frost walkers than the velothi. 

It wasn’t hard to see Nerevar being the same, especially when he already had trial by combat for treason. Of course he’d know about the nords’ battle plans that day if they were telling him the information. Of course he would be able to negotiate for Voryn’s freedom in exchange for a few secrets, all to bring him back and make himself look better. What was to say when they marched to Ebonheart he didn’t sell out Moraelyn and his men? 

But Moraelyn was not unreasonable. If there was an alternative explanation for Voryn’s freedom and his ability to defeat the nords, he would listen to it. Perhaps Voryn, who was there, would be willing to tell him. He didn’t see House Dagoth working together with the nords--they were suspicious, but he’d more so believe they join hands with the dwemer they were so close to than the frost walkers. 

The issue was speaking with Voryn alone. The chimer road in the same cart as Nerevar all day, and when they made camp stayed close by his side, eating and talking with him. Moraelyn waited, knowing if there was ever a time Voryn would be away from the half blooded chimer who clung to him, it would be when it came time to sleep. 

Yet, as he parted the House Dagoth tent--making sure there was still light inside so he knew Voryn was still awake, he jumped at the sight that greeted him.

Voryn Dagoth was awake: sitting up slightly, reading over a scroll in his cot. That wasn’t the usual part--instead what was concerning was the fact he was clearly bare except for the blankets around his waist…

And beside him, already asleep, was the white hair half blooded chimer himself, equally as nude. 

Moraelyn’s face flushed both in embarrassment and anger. Had Nerevar earned his position as head of House Dagoth through sex? It was a very good tool of manipulation, but he thought House Dagoth with their worship of Mephala would be immune to such a thing. 

“A word, Lord Dagoth?” Moraelyn asked, trying to keep his voice level. Voryn’s eyes were already narrowed at the interruption, his hand stopping the slow strokes he was giving to his lover’s hair. 

“Wait outside.” Voryn replied, getting up and tugging on a robe that had been left on the rug simultaneously. Nerevar beside him stirred, humming confused, before being hushed. Moraelyn wasted little time in retreating outside, disgust and anger bubbling away at him. 

Voryn Dagoth had returned, after what Moraelyn could tell was a silencing spell cast so the man sleeping inside couldn’t hear. 

“What did you need?” He asked, arms crossed firmly over his chest, clearly enraged by the interruption but trying to temper his reaction. 

“I had originally come to ask if you truly thought Nerevar was a capable enough warrior to liberate my city,” Moraelryn tried to hide the disgusted sneer and failed. “But I can see you were not as objective of a judge as I believed.”

Voryn scoffed in response. “Nerevar is more than capable enough. If anyone can liberate Ebonheart, it would be him.” Red eyes bore into Moraelyn’s. “Certainly better than any of your men could fare.” 

“Have you no shame?” Moraelyn responded, offended. “Just because he warms your bed that doesn’t make him a better fighter than the champion of Azura--” 

“Whether he warms my bed or not has nothing to do with his ability to fight.” Voryn didn’t back down in the slightest. “I’ve seen him battle with my own two eyes.” 

“Did he even battle to get you back? Or did he barter with nords in exchange for your freedom as his lover?” He could much more easily see Nerevar making jokes about how he wanted his elven paramour back with the nordic men and what he would have to do to make it happen. Yet, after he said that, Voryn gave a loud bark of laughter in his face.

“Had you seen him on the battlefield at that time,” Voryn’s face was now deathly serious, staring almost through him in an uncanny way that made his skin crawl, “You wouldn’t dare even joke about such a thing.” His words were stern, carefully enunciated. “Barter? With the men who desecrated my family’s tomb and ruined my mother’s funeral? Who tortured me and kept me in chains? Who were going to mail back my head?” Moraelyn always disliked the blood red of House Dagoth’s eyes; they only made his skin crawl when they spoke like this, like he was staring down Mephala herself. “He destroyed them. Slaughtered them like animals.” Voryn then turned his head slightly, sneering in disgust himself at Moraelyn. “But what do I expect from a house who is only kicking up a fuss that they didn’t sell him into slavery.”

“Selling half bloods into slavery is the right thing to do.” Moraelyn excused it. “Do you know how many of them are traitors? Who drove us out of our own city--slaughtering innocents in doing so--all to curry nordic favor? Who mutilate their bodies by cutting their ears and refusing to speak the velothi tongue?” House Dagoth, so far up north they rarely even encountered those of mixed blood wouldn’t know, but Moraelyn did. When he was still just a boy, still learning the sword, they clamored to kill him and hang his head from the city gates. They tried to trick him, using their chimeri appearance to lure him into a false sense of security, before trying to slice him with poisoned daggers. “And that’s not to say how many are the product of nordic men assaulted chimer women against their will, forcing them to give birth to their bastards like livestock just to torture them. No doubt he is just the same--”

Voryn’s hand grabbed him by the collar, but from the bloodlust radiating off him, Moraelyn didn’t doubt he’d much rather be strangling him. 

“Shut. Your. Mouth.” Voryn growled, teeth bared like an animal. 

“Deny it if you want to.” Moraelyn glared back. “You haven’t had to see the horrors. I did.” Voryn then, enraged, shoved him aside, a spark spell dancing on his fingertips. “They are dangerous, disloyal, and violent. And isn’t a mercy to instead have them doing labor then forcing their chimeri families to raise them? To be reminded of the pain they had to endure?”

“Do I have to cut out your tongue myself?” Voryn threatened.

“Then prove me wrong.” Moraelyn challenged him. “Tell me his mother’s name and how much she adores him. Tell me about his extended family and all the praises they can give him.” Voryn’s hands clenched. “But you can’t, can you?” He asked now, knowing he was right.  “If you dare speak this nonsense in front of Nerevar I will ensure you will not live to see Ebonheart ever again.” Voryn finally declared, turning to go back to his tent. “Doubt his abilities if you wish. Get yourself killed on the battlefield from your paranoia for all I care.” The dark haired chimer shot him one last, deadly glare. “But don’t you dare speak to him this way, or I will be the one to end you, not any nord.”

[minty-frost]

Pinned remake

(Occasionally gets edited)

Hello! I am Mint (Minty Frost is like a full name) and this is my main blog/art blog!

All important information is under the cut to not make the post too long

[About me and what I post] I post mainly Undertale AU and OC drawings, with other fandoms occasionally slipping in. My art tag is "Mint's Arts". If you draw any of my characters or AUs, please tag me, I'd love to see it!

I am nonbinary, and use It/They pronouns. If you have to use gendered pronouns for any reason, you can use He/Him. I prefer neutral and masculine terms.

I am neurodivergent, so that might explain some things for you.

(might put like a "meet the artist" here someday)

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Comparing my characters/works to the characters/works of Vi/vzi/ePo/p will get you a warning and eventually a block. Also I will soft block any blog that follows me that is themed around her works. The spider is completely banned. Personal reasons.

DO NOT redraw my art, draw over it, or edit things on it.

[Blog warnings] Most potentially triggering posts are tagged on the "cw word" + "tw word" template, with general tags like "eyestrain" and "flashing lights" added on some posts for maximum blocked tag coverage. Posts with a sexual tone are tagged "cw suggestive". Tone indicators and image IDs can be added to a post if requested.

I like selfcest and don't think it's problematic.

I do not support the creator of Underlust (should've been obvious by the "proshippers dni" tbh). That's why I don't mention their name in art posts.

Please don't ask me to talk about any serious current events, especially politics.

I try my best to always be on "The Good Side". If I messed up, please politely point out my mistake.

[Other blogs]

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