#I can give it a try during my vacation period who knows

[lomlompurim]

What if Without A Cure were a different type of poison, like a cursed potion that will consume a person's body & mind, slowly and painfully while they transform into a creature with little to nothing left of their human consciousness, ending up like a beast. Like a dragon.

A victim of this version of Without A Cure would suffer a series of gradual changes on their body: developing scales all over their skin, claws growing in their hands and feet, painful reament of bones, teeths being replaced by fangs, several migraines for growing horns out of their skull, and a tail.

What if the sessions of qi transfers with Liu Qingge and the herbs can only do so much to keep the transformation at bay, forcing the changes on Shen Qingqiu's body to step back for a bit. But as the days go by, these changes come again slowly, each time a little bit harder to fight. And the flares of Without A Cure make these changes happen at a violent speed.

He can hide the worst of it with a veil, gloves and a hat while being in CQ mountain. Having LQG and MQF helping him almost daily. But the peaklords (Specially YQY) do their best to keep eveything as private as possible. No one truly knew what this Without A Cure was capable of, since the few records of it's victims mark them as dead within a few days of being posioned, having "strange deformities in their bodies" as the only clue.

Maybe Binghe never really knew the true effects of the so called poison with no cure. He only knew his master sacrificed his cultivation and now needs qi transfers to help him endure the pain.

SQQ never really tolds him, he saw how guilty Binghe felt about the whole deal, telling him that he was slowly becoming a feral creature will only make the poor boy feel worse!! Unthinkable. It wasn't so bad anyways (it was) for now his draconic features are minimal, almost non existent after the qi transfers, everything is going to be fine. Maybe becoming a dragon can help him avoid death? Uh that's a problem for the SQQ of the future.

After the conference, SQQ's grief made things a little bit worse. Just a little. The pace of the cursed posion is becoming more bothersome as days passed by, now he can't go anywhere without a veil covering his face, and the little poking horns on this head can't be hiden by his hair anymore. Maybe he just should die and come back in his plant body to put a stop to this prickly curse. A lot of people, in or outside of the mountain think he covers his face out of vanity or bc of an ugly scar. Some weirdos are even trying to take a peek under his veil. Is this what Liu Mingyan has to endure everyday?! The urge to bite out those curious fingers is becoming stronger.

Then, what if when Huan Hua Palace takes him as a prisoner, a flare up happens and with no one to help him w a qi transfer, his horns grow severly inches long, his hands and feet are completly covered in grey scales, big black claws ripping his robes because his skin is itching like hell thanks to the new scales. His pupils become slit, his tail pokes out of the rags that his clothes became, everything is a mess and no one can see him like these.

What if when Sqq self detonates, instead of dying he sacrificed what was left of his humanity to stabilize Binghe, and he completly transformates into a huge white dragon, flying away into the sky, disappearing in the distance. Leaving a very confused half demon and a devastated war god behind, memories of his human life becoming blurry and far away.

What if some despicable palace master and a particular greedy demon royalty of the nothern region put a price on the head of the misterious white dragon that has been seen floating around the skies?

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Idk this is an idea for a bingliushen story. With without a cure having the effects of the first drafts that airplane had thought in this AU, when PIDW was not so popular yet. And no, the heavenly pillar can't cure this. In my brain this version of without a cure is older than the concept of dual cultivation with a heavenly demon being a cure to almost everything, so no magic dick can solve it, they would have to find another way.

In my mind Sqq's dragon form is like this from Zelda Tears of the Kingdom. Pretty big lizzard.

[poisonf0rest]

First ask, kinda nervous - but let's go (I found your blog yesterday, and I already became a fan✨️)

I saw you like love and deepspace, do you have a headcanon about one of the characters?

I swear, before the new update (that they put a period calendar), one of my biggest headcanons was that Zayne has a period app in his cellphone because of the MC. So he knows when she is moody because of the period, then he gives her a lot of sweets and hugs and cuddles ❤️

rafayel headcanons

♱⋅── Don't be nervous, love~ That's such a sweet headcanon for Zayne, I definitely can see it happening as well! If you've been following my blog then you already know I'm obsessed with a certain fishie, so here are some (a lot) of headcanons I have for him~

general headcanons:

If this were a normal!AU I definitely headcanon Rafayel being younger than the MC (she'd be 27, a full-time bodyguard and he'd be 24 but a famous art protegee since 15), but Rafayel insists he's the older one to everyone you meet. It drives you insane.

He canonically has a Mercedes Benz AMG Gran Turismo and Ferrari 250GT, but I think he has at least three sports cars.

It's not a symbol of wealth to him because, honestly, Rafayel simply doesn't check the price tags on anything-- if it's a beautifully designed car, suit, jewelry, or painting, he buys it without another thought.

And vice versa. If an expensive label offers to sponsor him but he hates the designer he'll refuse no matter what the pay is.

Also suuuch a niche thought but I can so see normal!AU Raf and you first hooking up in a club or bar. You disappear the morning after mind-blowing sex, and Rafayel can't get you out of his head-- but he doesn't even know your name.

He makes paintings of hidden freckles on your body, of your blurry figure dancing in the dress you wore that night, of colors and swirls that remind him of your touch. The media goes crazy over this mystery woman who's taken over the famous artist's heart.

He has no reservations about calling you his muse and within hours the press is abuzz with speculation on this mystery person who has captured the artist's heart.

"Love? Yes, I'm in love with her."

You, on the other hand, are mortified. You try to forget about him and move on but cue a series of further coincidences and shenanigans that tie you and Rafayel closer and closer together.

Also, he would fuck you in the passenger seat of his sportscar while the paparazzi are swarming outside.

And since it's a cold January, of course Rafayel would use any excuse to whisk you away somewhere warmer:

Rafayel would love taking you on vacation to different islands.

Beautiful secluded villas on the ocean with no one around to disturb the two of you as you spend your days lounging around the open-air rooms, Rafayel’s paintings strewn about the entire villa, splashing it with more color anytime you're not walking along the beach, cooking something together, swimming in the ocean at sunset, or fucking on every possible surface.

On days the two of you would want to go into civilization, he'd take you to lively local bars and restaurants, and as soon as reggae music starts playing you best believe he's tugging you up to dance. Especially if he has a drink or three in his system.

Laughing, one arm laces around your waist as the other spins you around. Rafayel chases away any sort of anxiety or awkwardness you might initially feel just by how happy and natural this seems for him. You're the only person he cares about, so what does it matter if no one else is dancing? Or if a dozen other couples are doing the same? As long as you're in his arms, happy, Rafayel couldn't care less.

He's a damn fine dancer too. Being a swimmer and all he has to have good control of his body, and we all saw him be a natural center during that lnds dance show lmao.

You best believe you're also fucking nasty in the sand.

Disguised as a cute dinner date, he blindfolds you and leads you to a hidden cover decorated with string lights, a candle-lit dinner on a picnic blanket waiting for you, which he spent all day preparing while feigning fighting art block.

It’s romantic and sweet, the way Rafayel expects praise for all his hard work and the way you’re more than happy to shower him with it. You feed each other as the sun sets behind the ocean’s horizon, yet you can’t even get to dessert before kissing him senseless.

"Wow, someone's excited."

"Shut up and kiss me."

Rafayel's smug grin is swallowed up by your lips, and he barely has the sense to shove aside plates of food before pulling you down atop him on the blanket.

You're grinding on each other like lovesick teens, moaning and giggling between yourselves before you pepper kisses down Rafayel's neck as you thank him for everything— for planning this wonderful vacation, for setting up this romantic diner, for being yours.

And being called yours? Being lovingly, irreversibly claimed?

That does things to Rafayel.

"Ya, I'm all yours cutie, my muse, my sweet darling." Rafayel smiles up at you, covered in the deep red of your lipstick from his cheeks to the jut of his collarbone peaking out under his ruffled shirt. "Yours."

He flips the both of you around, swallowing your yelp with a kiss and cushioning your head with his hand as it hits the sand. Hooking your leg onto his shoulder, Rafayel kisses the delicate bone of your ankle, lips tracing up the curve of your calf, up to the tender bend of your knee, all watching your expression twist with desire as his other hand teases your inner thigh.

I'm yours, I'm yours, I'm yours. It's a promise, a prayer whispered into your skin between love bites, between suckles on your skin that taste like seasalt and desire.

When Rafayel does finally kiss your cunt, it's light, teasing, and he admires the pretty lace, bunching up your dress just enough to still hold eye contact over the folds as he sucks your swollen clit through the fabric.

One of your hands tugs against his hair, Rafayel moaning at the sudden pressure as you bring the other up to stifle your cries.

"No, no, please don't do that," he whines, nuzzling into your thigh, looking up at you with puppy eyes before roughly fucking two fingers into your weeping cunt. "Wanna hear you, my little siren. My heart."

Greedy. Rafayel is greedy for everything you give him, taking your hand from your mouth and gently kissing your knuckles as every precise curl and thrust of his hand makes you moan and writhe against the sand. Each sound you make a melody, each cry of his name intoxicating.

It's not long before Rafayel goes back to eating you out, unable to keep his mouth off you for long. He forces you to hold eye contact as he makes out with your cunt, eyes rolling back at the wet, sloppy sounds in between his pussydrunk moans and the distant roar of the ocean.

Only when you cum for the third time, desperately tugging his hair between pleas for mercy, does Rafayel relent with a whine.

Placing one last kiss on your swollen clit, his dazed smile meets yours, the dark pink blush covering his face matching the hearts in his eyes. Your lipstick stains are still visible, branding your kisses into his high cheekbones, neck, and sweat-slick chest. Shit, even his undoubtedly expensive shirt is stained around the collar.

But the marks around his lips and down his jaw are all smudged by your release, marring Rafayel's pale skin with a dark red, dripping down his throat as he swallows the taste of you once more. And when you meet his eyes again, you realize he's far from done.

"Say I'm yours. Say I'm yours again."

[yournightmary]

i need bsf!ellie whos secretly inlove with reader.. maybe even childhood bestfriend!ellie RAAAA i will preach the friends to lovers agenda till i die!

Bsf!Ellie HCs

content warning:: fem!reader, jealous!Ellie maybe?, modern!AU, mentions of drinking and smoking

AN:: Friends to lovers is so underrated.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ She’s the type of friend to jokingly call you her wife/girlfriend. Probably has your contact saved as ‘my wife����’ or something similar.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ She’s always very cuddly and clingy. Cuddles you to sleep during sleepovers… that’s just what good friends do, right?

⇢ ˗ˏˋ She was such a loser when she was younger oh my gooddd. Her first kiss was you when you both decided to ‘practice’ kissing as friends. Totally did not feel butterflies in her stomach and her heart didn’t ache, what are you taking about?

⇢ ˗ˏˋ I can see her not really knowing that she was in love with you, you know what I mean? Like, she’d think that you’re just her platonic soulmate- that’s why she feels the best when she’s around you… and why she gets jealous whenever you start getting along with other people.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Made the mistake of being jokingly flirty at first and then you mistook each and every one of her attempts as just her being her usual silly self.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Buys you valentines gifts and says that that’s just what best friends do.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Definitely the type of person to force herself to date someone just so she could take her mind off of you. She couldn’t.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Maybe like a cat and mouse sort of situation. Like you’d get into a relationship with someone so she’d start looking too, but then once she gets into a relationship you’d break up yours. Am I making sense?

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Probably did some stupid shit just to impress you when you were younger. Always ended up with bruises and tons of scratches, maybe even detention or getting grounded.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Jokes about you guys getting married if you don’t find anyone before turning 30. Then gets happy like an idiot when you agree.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Slept over at your place so much when you were younger that your parents started giving her chores and inviting her to family vacations. When you got older it turned into her having her own drawer of clothes and helping you out with every single task you do. Going grocery shopping? She’ll tag along. You have to fill out some important paperwork somewhere? Yeah, she can come with you.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ I have a teeny tiny feeling that’s she’d try to sabotage your dates. You’d be at a restaurant with this new person you met and she’d call all panicked and upset about something, saying how you need to come see her right now. And you’re her best friend, so of course you’re muttering apologies to your date and leaving immediately.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Most of the people that aren’t your friends think you’re dating. Then when you tell them you’re just friends they’re like ‘righhhhttt…’ (no one believes it)

⇢ ˗ˏˋ In high school she told people you already have a prom date (you didn’t) just so they wouldn’t ask you. Then she’d swoop in and say that you should go as friends, since you both didn’t have a date.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ She’d compare herself to all the people you’ve dated all the time. And if you’ve never been in a relationship she’d do the same with your crushes, celebrity or not.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Loves to have multiple days sleepovers because it kind of feels like you’re a happy couple living together.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ FOR SURE would read articles like ‘How to tell if your best friend is in love with you’ when she was younger. Sprinkle in some ‘How to tell if someone’s gay’ if you’re feeling like it.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Asked you to fake date in early high school because ‘some guy kept bothering her’ (he did not wtf)

⇢ ˗ˏˋ You were with her every time she did something for the first time. When she got her first period, when she first drove a car, when she first smoked and drunk alcohol, when she had her first kiss… maybe even more. That’s what best friends are for, am I right?

⇢ ˗ˏˋ She’d say she likes someone and when you asked about it she’d do the whole ‘You know this person really well’ thing OH MY GODDD.

I love women

[thisapplepielife]

Written for @corrodedcoffinfest.

Pretty Goddamn Metal

Day #11 - Prompt: Jeff | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: M | CW: Piercings/Needles, Language | POV: Jeff | Pairing: None | Tags: Jeff & Goodie: Best Friends, Goodie's At Home Piercing Palace, No, No, No, Yes?, Don't Try This At Home Kids, Eddie Munson is a Bit of Freak, In Case Anyone's Forgotten

"Are you sure?" Goodie asks, and Jeff nods. He's sure. 

Well, ninety percent sure. 

Eight-five, maybe. 

He is sure about the piercing, but way less sure about Goodie being the one to do it. Maybe they should get Eddie to at least supervise.

But it's too late for that now. Goodie has the needle, a huge thing that looks like it's probably gonna hurt. 

"That's a big needle." 

"It's a cannula." 

Jeff doesn't know what the difference is. It still looks vicious. 

"Don't worry. I did my ear. And I was an apprentice under my uncle last summer," Goodie says, and Jeff's still gonna worry. 

Especially since he's pretty sure the only experience Goodie has is a two week vacation staying with his uncle in L.A., where he might have watched him work in his tattoo and piercing parlor, but where he definitely hadn't been allowed to help.

And a nipple isn't an ear. It's a hole being pressed through his skin, his very sensitive skin, by his best friend. Who is most definitely not a professional. Or an apprentice. 

Or, even an adult. 

His mom is gonna kill him. 

That's just a given. 

He won't be able to hide it for very long. Especially if Goodie gives him some sort of deadly infection and his nipple falls off. 

As if he can read his mind, Goodie wipes him, the needle, and the jewelry down with rubbing alcohol. 

He's even found sterile gloves. 

Which is all better than nothing, Jeff supposes, if they're gonna do this in the bathroom with no experience or good sense. 

Goodie moves to the ground, slotting between Jeff's knees, and even in the cramped bathroom, he's deceptively spry. Jeff's seen him move through tight spaces where it didn't look like even Gareth would fit. 

Jeff takes a deep breath. 

Goodie very assuredly grabs Jeff's nipple, and then says, "Okay. One. Two," and Goodie shoves it through, not giving him until three. 

It hurts less than he'd anticipated, and it's almost a disappointment that it wasn't somehow more. But, Goodie's already pulling out the cannula, and screwing on the other end of the jewelry. 

Fast, efficient, and with a confidence that Jeff finds alarming. Goodie's definitely a freak.

At least it's over and done with.

And now there's a bar through his nipple that looks like a screw. 

It's pretty goddamn metal. 

"Ready for the other one? Or are you a little bitch?" Goodie asks, already unwrapping the second bar. 

Okay. Apparently he's getting both done. 

And the second one? That motherfucker hurt. Goddamn adrenaline wearing off. 

They don't get infected. Somehow. It's a heavy metal miracle. They are fucking tender for a good week, but then, that's that. 

He's just a guy with pierced nipples now, and only Goodie knows. 

His mom doesn't find out, and neither does Eddie or Gareth. 

Well, not until he doesn't think about it during band practice and pulls his t-shirt up to wipe his face. It's hot as balls in the garage. They really need to upgrade and get the fuck out of this hot box. 

"Jeff's nipples are pierced!" Gareth yells, pointing a drumstick right at his chest. "Guys, Eddie, look! Did we know this?!" 

"I did," Goodie says, unphased by Gareth's over-excited outburst.

And then Eddie has his shirttail in his hand, yanking it back upwards, so he can look closer. 

They're healed, so when Eddie flicks one, it doesn't hurt. But it does feel kinda good, and that isn't something that he wants to associate with Eddie. 

"Stop it," Jeff says, batting Eddie's hand away. 

"Where'd you go to have this done?" Eddie asks, and Jeff gets it. Just like tattoos, piercings aren't exactly legal in Indiana. 

If you don't get them done at the kitchen table, you probably aren't getting them done, period. 

"I have a guy," Jeff says, cryptically. 

"You think he'd do mine?" Gareth asks, looking hopeful. 

"Absolutely not," Goodie answers. 

"Nobody asked you, Goods," Gareth snaps. "I want both done, too," Gareth says. Lifting his layers of shirts, looking at his own nipples. "Maybe barbells. So we don't match."

"Why would you need pierced nipples? Nobody will ever see them," Goodie asks, taunting Gareth. 

"You don't know what my sex life looks like!" Gareth yells, bristling, dropping his shirts and balling up his fists. 

"Uh, yeah, I do. You're still a virgin."

"So are you!" Gareth shouts back. 

This is gonna devolve into name calling and hair pulling sooner rather than later, if Jeff doesn't cool them both down. 

"Easy, both of you," Jeff says. "None of us are drowning in pussy." 

Eddie clears his throat. 

"Or cock," Jeff amends. 

"That's more like it," Eddie says, still eyeing the screw through his left nipple. 

Jeff looks at him, not sure what's going through Eddie's mind, "What?" 

"Can I bite it?" Eddie asks, pantomiming tugging on it with his teeth. 

"No!" Jeff says, "You can't bite my nipple. But thanks for asking first." 

Eddie usually bites without warning, so this is definitely some personal growth. Jeff's proud of him. 

Still not gonna let him, or his teeth, anywhere near it. But at least he asked, and didn't just go for it. That definitely wouldn't have been out of the realm of possibility.

"I'd let you bite mine," Gareth says, petulant, like this is an unreasonable stance for Jeff to take. 

Eddie whips around, hair flying, "Thanks, Gare."

"If Jeff would just tell us who did it. We could all get them done." 

"Mama Jones would have your ass," Goodie says, and Jeff isn't even sure that's true. Gareth is a mama's boy and can do no wrong. His mom might let him do it.

But still. 

They can't all get them done, and become the pierced nipple band. 

"You get something else."

"What're the odds your guy would pierce my dick?" Eddie asks.

"I'd say slim to none, just like the size of your dick," Goodie sasses, and Eddie launches at him, laughing.

If you want to write your own, or see more entries for this challenge, pop on over to @corrodedcoffinfest and follow along with the fun! 🦇

Notes: A quick google search led me to believe that body piercings (outside of ears) was also illegal in Indiana until the late 90s. So that's what I went with here. If that's not true, well, just go with it, lol.

[headfarintheclouds]

VALORANT: Iso As A Boyfriend HC

Quick Disclaimer ! These are my HC about how I think Iso would be as a partner ! I might be writing a fanfic inspired by one of those in the future :) Also please forgive any gramma mistakes, English is not my first language !

He is not big on PDA, matter of fact he rather not show his affection to you in public at all. Not because he doesn't love you or anything, but because his past as a hitman was a dangerous one. He has made many enemies during that period and would rather die than endanger you like that.

And while he doesn't show his affection to you outside, he makes it up to you behind the closed doors. As soon as you step into his bedroom, he would swoop you up and drop you on his bed. He loves to cuddle you, enveloping your smaller form with his arms. For him it was as if he was protecting you from all the bad in the world, plus he loved to press soft kisses on your forehead and the crown of your head. Good luck trying to escape him through, that man is 6'3ft and pure muscle.

You steal his hoody all the time and he doesn't bat an eye. He likes the way it looks on you. In his eyes there is nothing more adorable than you in his clothes.

He makes you a special Playlist for when he's away on a mission.

Buys you gifts ! There is no rhyme or reason to it really, he just wants to spoil you. You tried to tell him he doesn't need to spend that much money on you, to which he replied: "I have enough of it to spend it on someone I love." and that shut you up really quickly.

He gives you private 1 on 1 lessons in Marksmanship. He wants you to be prepared for anything and everything so he takes his time teaching you. Super proud whenever you land a successful headshot !

Speaking of shooting. He refuses to let you go alone on missions, even if there is five people on your team he will convince one of them, or Brimstone, to give him a place in it. And then during the actual part he will follow you like a shadow, ready to take out anyone who dares step too close to you. Good luck to the unlucky fuck that dares shoot at you, his Arena is set and ready and so is he.

He takes you out to hotpot every once in a while. Mostly to secluded areas where he knows it's safe and he can trust the workers there. He's a massive foodie and loves exploring new dishes with you, it makes Iso feel closer to you on another level.

His grandma adores you ! He introduced you to her during your guys vacation time when he took you to his hometown. Iso was pleasantly surprised about his grandma accepting you so quickly.

He's not the jealous type, or at least he liked to think that. That was until Neon invited all of the younger agents out to a club in the city nearby the HQ. You were dancing on the dancefloor with Jett and Neon, having the time of your life when suddenly you felt two hands garbing you by the waist. Turning around you saw a stranger, grinning down at you with visible hunger in his eyes. Before you, or the girls could react Iso was on the scene. He didn't say anything but put his own hand on your shoulder, gently prying you from the strangers grip. You couldn't see it, because your back was turned to him, but his eyes started to glow a vivid purple. A silent threat to the man in front of him to back off. You can bet your ass, he was standing next to you for the duration of the whole party right after the incident.

I hope it was alright for my very first post :) I am taking requests for Iso if you guys have anything in mind ^^

[ask-nyc-boroughs]

Tony/Brooklyn & Lynn/Manhattan going on vacation, Lynn said she’d also help carry bags…alas. Anyways they’re in a Leyendecker color study I did & that I am very proud of how it came out ! Tony & Lynn are only married for legal purposes cause of the 1898 amalgamation of NYC (which gives us 5 boroughs).

Also I haven’t talked about the boroughoes in ages! I’ve been very focused on my Alfred & states lore that I haven’t touched my NYC lore 😭❤️ my OG lore. I’ll share some major changes and other thoughts below the cut. Also scroll the bottom for a little doodle of the boroughs :D

I do love my borough ocs dearly they’re my oldest babies (9/10 years and going ❤️). And I love working on their lore BUT I feel a lot of the depth of their lore can be better discussed if I also work on lore at a state (Jennie/ New York State) and a national (Alfred/USA) level. Don’t worry I haven’t casted them aside, just cooking and learning new things as I work on Jennie & Alfred so I can better understand how different relationship dynamics impact each borough (especially as Lynn/Manhattan is basically their boss).

Before I delve into major changes in my lore, for newer folks, I’m gonna give a brief description of each borough oc:

Manaháhtaan “Lynn Cooper” / Manhattan borough is essentially the “boss” of all the boroughs. She’s born slightly before European colonization to Ms. Munsee Lenape and Mr. Mohican. For various reasons, she’s not particularly close to her parents nowadays. Lynn is a bit like a princess. She expects only the finest things in life, and she’s known to be perhaps a bit greedy and definitely cut-throat ambitious and will squash you like a bug if she deems you unworthy, but she’s quite charming. Her loud, bold, intense, no nonsense, but with perhaps a flirtatious smile makes her someone people wanna be around. She’s close friends with her fellow boroughs, Jennie/ New York State, and Alfred/ USA.

Anthonij “Tony” Cohen/ Brooklyn is a proud man who is always been rather peeved his best friend and greatest rival is essentially his boss and his legal wife, but he can’t ever really hate her. However, Tony will absolutely dig in his heels and give Lynn a hard time like pretending he’s a separate city still. His gregarious nature, and his interests in many topics from fashion to politics makes him someone you want to get know better. On another note, Tony was born to human parents during the New Netherland period, and he’s of African-American and Ashkenazi Jewish descent. Tony began to connect more with Judaism in the late 1800s specifically Reform Judaism. Tony is dating Andy/Queens, and he likes hanging out with his friends (and also making fun of them). Tony is always a bit peeved at Jennie for making him and Lynn marry, but they mostly get along, and they often celebrate Jewish holidays together (alongside with Jennie’s sister Elise/ New Jersey). Tony is also good friends with Alfred.

Andrew “Andy” Perez/ Queens was born to human parents some point during the late 1800s and is of Dominican and Chinese (probably Cantonese) descent. He’s a rather reserved man. He does have a bit of a bitch face, but he’s honestly quite friendly if you get him talking. He enjoys a more quiet pace of life. You’ll find him hanging around his neighborhoods, playing chess or helping folks out or just yapping. During the summer, you’re highly likely to find him at Rockaway beach catching some waves.

Rodrick “Rodrigo” Madden/ The Bronx was born to human parents in the late 1800s and he’s of Puerto Rican and Irish descent. Nowadays, he does try to act like Mr. Tough guy, but that’s to hide the fact he doesn’t wanna be hurt again. He’s not been treated well by Lynn as a friend in the past and he somewhat blames his more naive and rather naturally friendly nature as the reason why. But Rodrigo is a sweetheart. His heart has almost always been in the right place. He’ll give you the clothes off his back even if it hurt him. He has a pet calico cat named Teddy that was once a barn cat from he used to be farmer (also I randomly decided the cat also immortal cause I can’t mentally kill off this cat).

François “Frank” Russo/Staten Island was born to human parents during the New Netherland period and is of Walloon and Italian (probably Neapolitan) descent. He can be rather intense especially when he’s passionate about something, and often thinks of himself as the center of universe. He may off as an annoying asshole but if you put aside the self centered attitude, the extreme bouts of passion and stubbornness, and maybe his lack of manners- you’ll find he’s not a bad guy.

Also why borough ocs, Egg? Uh cause I can. When I made them, no one else was doing this and I felt a New York City character can’t be explained in just a character alone plus culturally and politically the boroughs are actual entities thus for me mentally justifies why I could personify them.

OK also one of the more major changes to the lore is that Lynn & Tony are now legally married due to the 1898 amalgamation. As I mentioned numerous times on this blog, I want to explore more serious and complicated themes especially as I’ve gotten older. I now interpret the amalgamation a bit like a marriage between New York City (then just Lynn) and the city of Brooklyn. They’re still friends/rivals. Also Tony is gay. But I’m interested in exploring the idea of these personifications being public figures and how aspects maybe like tokenization, homophobia, misogyny can also impact them. I’ll expand on this another time as I don’t want to take away from the point of this post.

The other major update is that Andy/Queens & Rodrigo/the Bronx only come into existence as aeterni (borrowing term from a pirenaia on twitter) when they’re older kids and at some point btwn 1870s-1890s. This just changes their aging timeline a bit is all. I made this change cause I really want my borough ocs to reflect the inhabitants and groups that have had significant influences on the culture of this city. As Rodrigo is Puerto Rican / Irish in his ethnic background and Andy is Chinese / Dominican, the most significant beginnings of the migration of these groups to the city started in the late 1800s (picked up x1000 post wwii). It wasn’t like impossible before but I felt the explanation was too loose ++ the Bronx & Queens were just beginning to urbanize at this period & beforehand I’m gonna argue did not have much of a major cultural thing. I need both a major cultural aspect and some sort of political aspect to create ocs. Alsooo eastern Bronx as a character no longer exists in this universe- Frances rip 🙏

hehe that’s all (for now)- here’s a boroughoes doodle

[dudadragneel]

Oh I too need a cozy Felix fic for the sheer sake of my mental health 🥲🤍lately he’s been bias wrecking me SO bad. I think of him getting a cold from the winter and having a bad fever, his little red nose and bare face with freckles showing. You trying to get him to eat but he doesn’t want to and ends up throwing up the minute he tries…

- 🧚🏽‍♀️

hello, dear 🧚🏽‍♀️!

Let's go!

This was supposed to be a little drabble, but I got a little carried away AGAIN and now you have a full surprise fic 🤣

COLD AFTERNOON

Winter came, stronger than before, just in time for the boys' rest period. It was the end of the year, meaning they had finished all their performances and could now go home and rest before their activities returned.

Performing at MAMA, Gayo Daejeon, Gayo Daechukjae, and Gayo Daejejeon, during winter was not easy. Not only because they were practically back-to-back performances, some in different countries but also because some of them were outdoors. And that was something that upset a lot of fans and you as well.

Given how hectic their end-of-year schedule was, it wasn't a surprise that their immune system was weakened. Meaning that a few after their official schedules ended, Felix came down with a really bad flu.

Usually, depending on the situation, you would head to the dorms to take care of him along with the boys, but since you were also on vacation this time, you decided that it would be better to bring him to your house so that you could give him the full-time attention he deserved.

You went to pick him up at the dorms and were met with a very sleepy and flushed face Felix, who was being supported by his Chan hyung. You knew he was feeling bad but didn't know it was this bad, to the point where he felt so weak, he had someone support him.

Hey Chan. How is he?

Hey! He is pretty sick. He felt faint when coming down that's why I'm here.

Oh honey...Here let me help.

I put some spare clothes in his bag and some of the medication we had here. I'll help you take him to the car.

Thank you.

You grabbed Felix's bag while Chan guided him to the car and carefully helped him set in.

Get well soon, mate. See you!

Thanks...

Thanks Chan.

Before you drove off, you put the seatbelt on Felix and reclined his seat so he would feel more comfortable. He could barely keep his eyes open.

The drive to your house was rather peaceful, apart from his coughing fits every now and then, he was coughing to the point where he gagged and those coughs were very productive. You knew what that meant so you were already preparing for later, since it would be inevitable.

Once you got to your apartment, you helped Felix out of the car and supported him all the way to the elevator. And you could feel he was hot and pale.

Babe, I feel dizzy...

I know honey, just a few more steps.

You helped him to your bed and lay him down and covered him. He didn't dare open his eyes because his head was hurting from all the coughing and the mucus in his eyes area. You closed the curtains and gave him a kiss and then went to prepare some light soup so he could eat later.

When you got back to your bedroom you saw how much the situation got worse in the few minutes you were out. His face was even more flushed than before, he was sweating and panting. You got closer to him and placed a hand on his forehead and he shivered under your touch.

oh my god babe, you're burning up.

You knew his fever was high but you got the thermometer anyways.

39­°! Babe, you need to take some medication to help bring it down.

But my throat hurts and my stomach feels weird...

Then let's take a bath? Do you think you can do it?

Yeah...

Come on.

You took him to the bathroom and he sat on the toilet while you prepared the bathtub for him, thank god for that bathtub, it was expensive but it's always coming in handy.

You helped him undress and guided him to sit in the bathtub.

Agh! It hurts.

His fever was so high the smallest touch hurt his skin, the water or even your touch.

I'm sorry babe, just hold on for a while.

You stayed in the bathroom and helped him wash his back and just stood there in case he felt dizzy again.

You got him a set of hoodie and sweatpants and left in the bathroom so he could change while you waited outside. Once he was done he called you.

Babe...can you come here...I feel dizzy....

You entered the bathroom and immediately went to his side to grab him as he was beginning to fall.

gotcha.

He clinged on to you like a proper koalla and you couldnt help but smile. His flushed face and those freckles made him look extra cute, even though he was sick.

You broughT him to bed and carefully lay him down and covered him. You caressed his face and felt that he was still a bit hot, you traced the freckles in his face gently, earning the cutest expression a human being could pull off.

I love you. I want you to be okay.

I love you too...

The medication you have for your overall symptoms is rather strong. You need to eat something before you take it.

I don't know...my stomach feels weird.

Weird how?

It's like I've been swallowing saliva all day long, because of the coughing fits, along with phlegm and now it feels like it's full. It feels like there's no room for anything...

I know that feels horrible, been there done that. But we need to try. I dont want to see you shivering like this. I'll be right here with you, don't worry.

You went to the kitchen to grab a bowl full of the light soup yo umade earlier and returned to the bedroom. Your senses were telling you that this might not work so you brought a bucket with you, just in case.

Here babe. I tried to make it as light as possible. Don't worry if you can't eat everything or if you throw up, okay? But give it a try.

Okay...

Given his state, you fed him, which made him feel like he was in heaven. You let him take his time to chew and swallow before giving him another spoonful. You managed to give him at least 6 spoonfuls before he felt full.

I don`t want anymore.

are you sure?

hm...

You placed the bowl away from him because you knew what was going to happen. Felix sat back and hiccuped one time, he could feel his mouth filling with saliva, so he started to swallow convulsively.

You noticed the distress he was in and grabbed the bucket and placed it on his lap. You grabbed his hands and started rubbing them in circling motion, trying to help him feel a little better, since you didnt want him to throw the very little amount he managed to eat.

He didn't answer you, afraid that if he opened his mouth he would definitely throw up, so he just nodded a little no. But that was not what his body wanted. He tried taking deep breaths while squeezing your hand trying to calm down. However the nausea only grew stronger, his stomach jumped and sent liquid up his chest, faster than he could react and it hit the back of his mouth. Before he could even process what was happening vomit escaped through his fingers, thankfully hitting the bucket you had put on his lap.

He felt hot liquid coming up his chest so he instinctively squeezed your hand in an attempt to control his body. He tried swallowing it but it triggered his stomach even more so he started gagging into his hands. You moved yourself so you were now by his side and tied his hair in a ponytail and beggan rubbing his back.

- Honey, if it's making you feel sick it's best to get it out...

You rubbed his back and squeezed his hand back as he kept holding onto yours. You could see the pain in his face as another wave gushed out, mixed with phlegm, hurting his already sore throat.

Oh baby...you're doing good. I'm right here.

You said as you rubbed his back then massaging his nape, you could feel him trembling under you touch, which meant his fever might've spiked again. You noticed there were tears forming in his eyes.

Baby...what's wrong?

My throat...it hurts too much...

He said between sobs and leaning on your shoulder, you wiped his tears with your sleeve and brushed his bangs from his face so you could look at him and then carressed his cheek.

Baby...it's okay. You'll feel better soon. Are you done?

n-no-

As if on cue, his stomach jumped again making him duck his head inside the bucket, back arching as a strong wave made its way out followed by another one, ripping through his throat. He couldnt help but flinch in pain. After that, the only thing he kept throwing up for a while was thick saliva and phlegm. And eventually he was left dry heaving.

Babe, I think you're done. Let me get this away from you. Let's rinse your mouth. Now, straighten your back for me. Take a deep breath in and out, with me.

He followed your instructions until the remaining nausea went away. But now his throat hurt even more than before and he was burning again, his face flushed from the fever and strain he just went through.

I'm tired...

He said still leaning on you, panting a little from the exhaustion he felt.

I know baby...Let's get you some sleep...

You said as you carefully guided him to lay down, covering him with a blanket. Once he was settled you disposed of the putrid contents in the bucket and came back with it, some water and a wet cloth to put on his forehead to help reduce the fever, since taking pills right now would just result in him throwing up again.

You put the wet cloth on his forehead, placed the bucket near the bed, and proceeded to stroke his hair. He looked at you, eyes barely open, and gave a soft smile, while holding your hand.

Thank you, babe. I love you.

I love you too, honey.

You gave him a kiss on the cheek and within seconds he fell asleep. And you spent the rest of the day nursing him back to health and spoiling him the way he deserved.

[all-pacas]

META REQUEST: thoughts on what the gang did during their ‘summer vacation’ (not really vacation) between s2 and 3? particularly the fellows but also cuddy and wilson if ya feel up to it

Naturally my first thought was beach episode…

So, House was gone for eight weeks, which actually is a fairly prolonged period; we also don't hear about Foreman making his 82nd power play for the department while he was out, so I think Cuddy did the S6 thing of just shoving the kids into other departments while they waited for House to return. Foreman was definitely in Neurology, not a lot to debate there. Chase almost definitely was in the ICU or the NICU (depending on how soon Cuddy shuffled them around, he actually could have been working in the ICU while House was still recovering, which is… actually kind of insane to think about).

Cameron… is actually kind of interesting, because at this point she's not established to be super into emergency medicine — I'd assume if PPTH has a dedicated immunology department she'd have gone there, but it could be an fun option if she did end up in the ER; it could have been nice set-up for her, like, oh: she really likes this, she's getting her first glimpses of a World Beyond House. Considering she actually sticks with emergency medicine up to the series finale (Chase mentions she's in charge of her Chicago ER in Post Mortem), that could actually make a lot of sense: she's kind of… found her calling, and you could retroactively apply that to S3 in general; Tritter very much kills her last delusions of House as a heroic figure, she's willing to tip-toe in the direction of dating/relationships… she quits in less than a year's time. She found her Calling! What else is she going to self-discover?

S3 is actually a really fun season, because it does give the kids a lot of forward momentum: they're all leaving at the end and the show really seems to set it up. Starting with Finding Judas, Chase goes on one hell of a hot streak diagnostically, solving 2 cases and providing Vital Clues on 2-3 others; Cameron as mentioned is trying new things and pushing herself (and pushing herself past House); Foreman goes through a whole goddamn arc of bonding with young male patients faced with overwhelming odds who keep letting him down, before resigning and trying to escape and failing (we do not talk about the fucking tragedy of Foreman enough). And that two month summer vacation might actually have been interesting, because… it's the first time any of them have been without House, without one another, in 2+ years. The team spends 12+ hours a day together during cases, at least half the week. Even if, say, Chase and Foreman aren't anything resembling best friends, that's a lot of time to be shoved in a room with someone: they probably know every single asinine story from the other's med school experience, spend downtime having deeply boring conversations about TV or "I read this fun fact" or what have you, you know? The team is super closely intertwined, and now they're abruptly… not.

And I don't think they had separation anxiety or anything, but it's kind of interesting, you know? Cameron getting used to the ER, wanting to turn and ask Chase for advice on dealing with critical patients 24/7. Foreman in neurology, among his peers, kind of missing his loser coworkers. All of them with the urge to check over their shoulder for House, having to deal with the ways House's teaching style has molded them. I can picture Foreman surprise diagnosing a neurology patient, House style — he comes in and out of S3 with the He's The New House reputation — and everyone being a little bit surprised and in awe. Or, Cameron really enjoying the hell out of the ER and lowkey bothering everyone because she keeps wanting to be like "omg, there was this kid who sliced his finger off and I --" like they're all like we get it, you're having fun, "no no, okay, but then there was this woman, right?" Or Chase just experiencing no change because he was already the team's dedicated ICU guy, but missing House intensely and feeling weird about it lmao.

Random and specific headcanons I'm making up on the spot:

Cameron tried dating. For a hot second. She met some TB Guy-lite and went for dinner with him and he was a total bore and she hated it, and felt bad about hating it, ghosted him immediately, had a minor crisis about what it all Means, and then. Got bangs.

Chase went surfing. Obviously. He thought about going back to Australia for the first time in X Years and then just. Did not. Slightly guiltily. Went to Mexico instead. He and Cameron got drinks once or twice after work, just as friends/so she could ask him highly specific critical care questions because she is truly hyperfixated on the ER.

Foreman was absolutely thriving. His neurology department peers think he's great and smart and respect him, he managed to do a very cool House-like solve twice, he cannot wait to return to Diagnostics and show everyone how cool he is. He lowkey misses hanging out with Cameron (who he does sometimes hang out with in the cafeteria) and Chase (who he does not), but he downplays it.

[madisonmccoy]

Teo Tomczuk tells us about the next season of Rykter!

https://730.no/forteller-om-neste-sesong-teo-tomczuk/%5C~%5D

SOMMERFJAS with Teo Tomczuk

By Tayiba Haji

3 July 2024 at 15:47

Teo Tomczuk sits down with SOMMERFJAS 😎 🎵 ☀️

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(y’all this one needed a lot of cultural context to understand properly so you can see my personal explanations/rambling below in red lol)

“Fellesferien” has officially started (this is also known as general staff vacation in English, a practice where all employees at a workplace have time off at the same time, and in Nordic countries this typically takes place during warmer months like August). And while some people turn their sights towards the South (warmer/more southern countries in Europe), others are settling in well at their Norwegian cabins.

The next man out for our Summer column is Teo Tomczuk (born in 2006).

You may know him as Mathias from the NRK series “Rykter”, but in his spare time Teo is also very involved in music.

[730.no](http://730.no) had a chat with the Bergen native about his summer favorites. As well as what we can expect from the highly anticipated third season of “Rykter”.

Hi Teo! Do you have any exciting plans for the summer?

“I am going to play some concerts in Poland, and travel around Poland a bit. And I am going on vacation to Croatia with my best friend! It's a bit funny because all the “russegruppene” in all of Norway are going there exactly when we are going there." 

(Russegruppene, or Russ groups, describe groups of students in their final semester of high school that celebrate the tradition of Russefeiring, or russ for short. This happens over a period of several weeks leading up to summer, and it is basically a continuous party commonly linked to drunkenness & public disturbances. It's also a tradition for the students to wear special overalls for the event, usually red or blue. Many groups choose to rent or buy party buses to drive around during this time. This tradition is unique to Norway and is an interesting read for those unfamiliar with it!)

Lovely! What kind of style do you go for in the summer then?

“I wear a lot of black clothes even though it's summer.”

What does the perfect summer day look like for you?

“A cabin trip combined with a fishing trip! And making music in the evening.

What movie/series did you last watch? And what roll of the dice do you give it?

“I saw The Fall Guy in the movie theater, it was very well made. The entire production. Dice roll 6!” (The roll of the dice is a Norwegian rating system for media, with 1 being the worst and 6 being the best)

Speaking of cool productions: Has the third season of “Rykter” been recorded?

“The third and fourth seasons have actually been recorded!”

Wow, so cool! What can we expect from the new season?

“You can expect a lot of love, broken hearts. Many try lots of new things and find out who they are. Mostly they get to know themselves. There will be a lot of identity stuff!”

Do you have any tips on what someone could do on a rainy day?

“I live in Bergen, so I'm used to that. The fish bite more when it rains. And make music of course.”

Do you have a favorite restaurant that you just have to visit in the summer?

“Mammas Kjøkken!” (Mom’s Kitchen)

How are you at parties?

“I'm the one who tries to put on 70s rock, haha! I’m really not the biggest party type then.”

What can we expect from you on the music front?

“I try to find my own sound. I developed a new style of pop rock that I think people can vibe with. There will be more international music, a bit of everything.”

What is this summer's vorspiel (pre-game) anthem?

"Immigrant Song - Led Zeppelin”

What is this summer's nachspiel (afterparty) anthem?

"The End - The Doors”

(Vorspiel and nachspiel are German words that are used in Scandinavian countries to mean pre and after party)

What song is best to dance to?

“Lonely Boy by The Black Keys.”

What is your darkest party memory?

“I broke a tooth once haha!”

Huh?

“Yeah, it was crazy. I was going to open a bottle. Fortunately, it went fine in the end.”

Luckily! Do you have any good tips for the day after a party?

“In Poland we have a soup that grandmas and moms have often made over the years. It's damn good the next day. And just drink lots of water before and after.”

What do you spend the most money on in the summer?

“Probably beer!”

Who would you most like to meet this summer, and why?

“The best thing would be to meet my role models.”

And who are they?

“Many of them have died, but of the ones who are alive: Alex Turner and Ozzy Osbourne.”

(ALEX TURNER MENTION !!!)

Have you ever had a summer fling? Or is there anyone who counts as one this year?

“Not this year, but I've had ones in the past. It's best during the summer, that’s really when it’s the nicest.”

Can you send us some random photos from your camera roll this summer?

Thank you so much and have a happy summer, Teo!

“Likewise!”

[thatsmzbitchtoyou]

Breaking the Class Ceiling Chapter 4

This is set in early 1900s U.S.A., during the Edwardian era with some style changes into the upcoming Art Nouveau period. I've changed history a bit for this. Pretending that America didn't have a full Civil War and trying to create a more optimistic outcome for the purposes of the story. I've also tried to research what the rules for society/socializing were back then, and tweaked some of them.

Warnings for upcoming chapters: minor character death, some sexual harassment/assault (but nothing too graphic or traumatic), smut

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*smut (ish) in this chapter

Rumor had quickly spread of what happened at the party, and out of embarrassment and public ridicule Rumlowe and Pierce quickly left to go out west to “find new opportunities.”  

Everyone’s attention was now fixed on the World Fair.  It started in April and was ending in December in St. Louis.  You were planning a trip and had invited multiple people in your social circle, including Steve and Bucky.

“You must come, my darling,” you cooed at him as you flitted around your drawing room, making plans and riddling off a list of things to pack to the maid who was furiously writing.

“You know I can’t afford a trip to St. Louis, my love,” Bucky sighed quietly.

“You won’t be paying for it, dearest, I will,” you announced with no room for argument.

“I can’t miss work,” he said.  “Mr. Fury has many contracts he needs me to take care of in these next few months.  The holidays are coming up, too.  I can’t take so much time off before then.”

“Oh pish posh,” you waved him off.  “You can quit your job.  I’ll pay you to be my personal escort,” you quickly twirled in front of him, “in more ways than one,” you winked at him.

Bucky laughed as the maid in the corner blanched at your innuendo.  “You’d pay me to be your date?” he asked incredulously.  “No, Y/N, besides I like my job, I need to earn my own way.”

“Ugh,” you groaned, plopping down on your knees in front of him where he sat.  He gulped.  “You are refusing my gifts again?  My darling, I told you to learn to accept my gifts.  I have plenty.  And if you must earn it,” you shuffled closer to him, setting your chin on his knee, looking up at him innocently, “then why not earn it by being the best beau to me while on vacation?”  

Bucky gulped again, watching you carefully as you sat looking up at him.  As much as he enjoyed these (mostly) private moments, they were a tease, causing a kind of itch in his lower abdomen that he more than once had to relieve when he arrived home after spending time at your house.  As if sensing his hesitation, you glanced at the maid.  “Bessy, could you give us a moment’s privacy please?”

Bessy sniffed indignantly as she booked it out of the room, closing the door behind her.  When the coast was clear you lifted your head and then placed your hands on his knees, sliding them up his thighs slowly as you gave him a doe-eyed stare.  His breath stopped as he watched you, his own hands had a death grip on the arms of the chair he sat on.  Your hands slid close to his core, which was pulsing.  He tried to shift away so you wouldn’t see but it didn’t deter you.  You scratched your fingernails down his legs as you slid your hands back down.  

“Will you come with me to St. Louis?” you asked in a voice that was feigning innocence.

Bucky’s hips stuttered as your hands started to slide up again, this time your right hand rubbing his inner thigh right next to his throbbing cock.

“Y/N, you…mmmh,” he moaned lightly, sounding strangled as he tried to stop himself.  “We can’t, it’s not…we’re not married,” he mumbled, losing coherence quickly.   

“Yet,” you corrected, your fingers sliding until they slightly stroked his cock through his pants.  He moaned again, his hand flying to your wrist to stop you.  “Will you come with me to St. Louis?” you asked again, this time standing, hiking up your dress and straddling his lap before he could stop you.  You ran your hands up his chest and wrapped your arms around his neck, dipping your head down to the crook of his neck and kissing it repeatedly.  Without much thought he brought his hands to your hips, keeping you over his cock as he cautiously rutted up into you.  Your kisses became more heated and you sucked on different spots, making Bucky’s eyes roll back in his head.  You made your way to his ear, your breath tickling his neck, then you nipped his earlobe, making him whimper lightly.  “I’m your job now, my darling,” you said in an authoritative and husky tone.  Bucky nodded.  “You’ll come with me to St. Louis,” you continued.  He nodded again, gritting his teeth as he rutted up harder into your clothed center.  “I will pay you for your troubles, since my company is apparently less important than writing contracts,” you tugged his shirt down and gave a broad lick from his collar bone to his ear, sucking on his earlobe.  He whimpered louder.

“No troubles, doll, my pretty doll, please,” he begged, his hands kneading your thighs now.  “I’ll do whatever you want, just please.”

“Please what, darling?” you teased, peppering soft kisses across his cheeks, his nose, his forehead, down his chin, and so close to his lips but without actually touching them.  

“Oh God, please, I need to, to…” he trembled beneath you as your hands stroked through his hair, scratching at the nape of his neck.

“Go ahead, darling,” you gave him permission, your lips hovering over his mouth.  You ground down on his lap a few times, which was enough for him to finally burst.  His hips shook as his head fell back, his eyes screwed shut and his mouth slack as he panted.  As he finished in his trousers he pulled you in close, setting his forehead against your forehead, noses nuzzling each other as he came down from his high.  “Very good, my love.  You’re so handsome like this,” she teased as she gave his nose a small peck.

“I love you, Y/N,” Bucky sighed, his embrace tightening around you.

You let out a sound of surprise, looking at him with wide eyes.  “I know we are not engaged, but none of what we’ve done in this courtship is traditional, so to hell with it.  I love you.  I think of you constantly.  I want nothing more than to spend every waking moment with you.”

“I feel the same, Buck,” you said, a wide smile on your face. 

“So if you want to employ me to do so, then I accept.  Though I’d happily do it for free,” he gave you a mischievous smile.  You snorted at him as you rolled your eyes.

“What’s your going rate, Barnes?” 

[satancopilotsmytardis]

I can't remember if you've done it but a band AU? I have it all out in my head but really just Dabi as lead Male singer and/or guitar or base player?

I have not done this! I'm not really into bands/live music/concert culture so I don't really know where to start with this, but I'll give it a crack

AFO is a music producer who wants his son to find the next big thing, but Shigaraki really has no idea about that because he would much rather go to college to work on game design. They make a deal that if Shig can bring him some new talent before the enrollment period ends at the university he wants to go to, then AFO will let him go to school for what he wants instead of making him do music.

Shigaraki spends like a month running around looking for someone but doesn't find anything and one day when Spinner comes over to hang out, he mentions that he actually does know of a guy with a little ragtag punk band that has a show coming up. Shigaraki nearly shakes him out of his scales to get him to introduce him.

They go to one of Dabi's shows where he's the vocalist/guitarist, Twice is on drums, and Magne is bass. Compress is their 'manager' aka the only real adult in the room who makes sure they remember to drink water and keep a sleeping schedule that won't make it impossible to show up to their gigs on time, and Toga is their pseudo little sister who comes to all their shows and practices to hang out (and also may be secretly designing and running their merch table but shhh child labor laws and all that)

Shigaraki offers to help them out (while consumed by lust for the hot vocalist) and they butt heads a little, but ultimately Dabi agrees, and Shigaraki finds out that he is a really hard worker trying to make something of himself after he got into trouble as a kid and his cop dad kicked him out of the house. He wants to be able to take care of his younger brother since his other brother and his sister haven't been able to get him out of that situation because Fuyumi's still living at home too and Natsuo's still in college. But Dabi can't do anything unless he has a solid income and can prove his schedule won't be disruptive to Sho's life. (Which won't be hard because Shoto is at a boarding school that he genuinely loves, so Dabi will only have to be around during breaks, and Sho could travel with them then as a little vacation) Shig absolutely falls head over heels for him.

Everything seems to be going really well until they're getting ready to get Dabi signed and he realizes that he's not going to be working with Shigaraki, and not only that, Shig was using his band, he didn't care about the music, about seeing them succeed, about him. He just wanted a way out and they were convenient. There's some tension over that, though Shigaraki does still ultimately convince Dabi to sign with the record company, for Shoto's sake if nothing else. They don't talk for like two months and then Shig blows off an important lecture so that he can go see Dabi when he's playing a show near his campus, and they fuck kiss and make up.

[lovinglin]

Sorry I'm going thru it rn so MORE Diona Adopted Daughter agenda ft. Lynn's husband too this time 🫶

Dialogue color code: Teppei | Lynn | Diona

After some thinking, the time Diona is adopted definitely takes place after Lynn is married. She was taking a week off to visit her homeland + visit some friends and family (even if they weren't related). During that time period, that's when she adopts Diona and brings her along her travels while she was vacationing.

Once that one week was over, she travels back to Inazuma with her newly adopted daughter alongside her. Once they were in Watatsumi Island though... that's when a certain husband is greeted with a very unexpected surprise.

Teppei happily greets and welcomes Lynn back! He definitely missed her (a lot) (so very much) (he was probably complaining abt it sometimes to his troops even but that's beside the point).

When he catches sight of the... kid(?) that was clinging alongside his wife, that's when he gets really confused yet curious. (Or was she a kid? He wasn't sure, she had cat ears and a tail. She could've been a yokai of sorts, or something like General Gorou).

Diona is slightly hiding behind Lynn, feeling a little uncomfortable at the moment. Although she saw Lynn hug and greet him happily, she still kept her caution up.

When Teppei asks about her to Lynn, that's when Lynn gets... a little flustered but tries her best to explain the situation still.

"I know this is really short notice- I was planning on writing you a letter even about it, but it... completely slipped my mind. But uhm... Teppei, love, meet our daughter, Diona. Diona, this is Teppei- he's my husband, the one I've told you about."

Teppei is... stunned to say the least. He hears the word daughter and suddenly his mind goes blank yet is racing with so many questions all at the same time. Daughter? Daughter? How? When- why? How did-

Meanwhile, Diona is still quiet, seemingly glaring at Teppei as well. She was observing his reaction, his expressions, and she feels a lot more tense when she sees him get confused and shocked at the news. Teppei takes notice of this, and tries to calm down and compose himself to properly introduce himself to his new daughter... considering she was already here.

"Hello, uhm... I'm Teppei, though- you already know that since Lynn said so. It's still nice to meet you, Diona." He wasn't really sure what to say. He felt a bit awkward. What do you even say to kids? Let alone one that was supposed to be your daughter now?

Diona stays quiet and still looks a bit tense, keeping herself close to Lynn (who lets her do so, just to give her some comfort). Teppei is now internally panicking because oh god, oh fuck, he does not want to upset this kid considering he can tell she means a lot to Lynn and vice versa.

"I know this is a bit new, but... I promise that I'll try my best to take care of you the same way Lynn does-"

"Do you drink?"

"And- ...what?"

"I said do you drink? Like alcohol?"

There's a sharpness in her words that Teppei gets taken aback by. It was so sudden yet she seemed really serious about asking it. He decides not to question it and just answer.

"Well, there's sake here in Inazuma that contains alcohol. But I- I don't drink it often."

That seems to make her frown a bit, which gets Teppei a lot more concerned and worried. Did he answer wrong? Was he just supposed to say no? He was sweating at this point and felt just as tense that he glances over to Lynn to maybe get some help.

Lynn realizes right away and nudges Diona to look at her as she speaks.

"Diona, dear, he rarely drinks alcohol since he has an important job to do. I can assure you that it's different this time around."

"Da- he also had an important job to do but he always got drunk." She reasons, which makes Lynn frown as she feels her stomach twist hearing such a memory from her daughter.

"Right... I'm sorry. But I promise you that I'll make sure things will be different from before, okay? And I'm sure Teppei here can promise that too."

"Oh- I... yeah. Yeah, things will be different here. I promise I'll be a good... father to you, if that's what you need." He's not used to referring to himself as such, but if that's what he needs to be now, then he'll try to make sure he accomplishes such a role.

Diona still looks tense as she looks back at Teppei hesitantly. She couldn't really smell any alcohol on him, moreso saltwater than anything. But she still can't shake the feeling of fear and frustration inside her.

Teppei... he was trying really hard to reassure her, to earn her trust little by little. He won't force her, but he wants them both to get along still at some point. He doesn't want her to feel scared around him, even if he doesn't know the full picture yet on her life from before.

"When... when do you usually drink?"

"Only on special occasions, which is very few and rare. But even then I... usually don't get myself drunk. Especially nowadays, since Lynn is here." He laughs nervously, trying to ease the tension.

Diona seems to loosen up a bit, but she's still clinging onto Lynn. "You smell like saltwater. Do you spend a lot of time in the sea?"

"Yes. Me and my troops usually train near the ocean since Watatsumi Island is surrounded by it. It's also because we sometimes patrol the borders to make sure there's no unwarranted visitors."

"Do you ever go fishing?"

"Fishing? Uh... sometimes? Only when I really need or feel like it. There was one time me and some other soldiers during a war had to catch fish by ourselves since we were running low on rations."

"Like... with your bare hands?"

"Yeah, but only because we got a little desperate when no fish was grabbing onto our bait."

"Pfft-" She laughs, and it makes Teppei smile. "That's so dumb."

"Maybe it was." He chuckles. "But it worked still in the end, so it wasn't a complete loss."

Diona lets go of Lynn now, seemingly getting a little more comfortable. "What kind of fish are you able to catch?"

"Usually the common ones. Anything out of that range is usually in deeper waters. Do you... wanna go fishing with me some time to see?"

"I don't like getting wet."

"Fishing usually comes with the risk of getting wet, dear. But it's a small sacrifice to be able to see different types of fish, don't you think?"

"Mmm... I guess."

"She doesn't have to go if she doesn't want to, love-"

"No no, I want to go. I'll go with you. It's just a bit of water. I'm not scared."

"Oh! Well that's good! Do you uh... wanna go now?"

"Don't you have training to do, Captain?"

"Oh- Lynn-" ////

"It's okay, besides..." She looks over to Diona before speaking again. "We need to get ourselves changed first. We've been traveling for a while now, so some fresh clothes are a must right now. I'll take it as a chance to show her around the house too."

"Let me come with you two."

"No, it's fine-"

"I insist-"

"Go excuse yourself first to your troops. We'll still be at the house no matter when you come back, so don't fuss about it too much, okay?"

He sighs. "Fine. Alright. I'll see you two in a bit then."

Once that's done and over, they both bid themselves goodbye once again as Lynn and Diona heads over to where their home is located.

"How are you feeling?"

"Hm? I'm okay. This place is really pretty."

"That's good. Uhm... so, what do you think about him?"

"Huh? You mean Teppei?"

"Yeah!"

"Well my first thoughts were 'that's seriously your husband?'"

"Hey-"

"But... he's okay. I guess a little better than... dad."

"Draff... you don't need to refer to him as your dad if you don't want to. But I'm not gonna force you to call Teppei your new dad either. You can call him whatever you feel most comfortable with, but I can assure you that Teppei will better fill in the role as a father for you as well."

"...I know. Thank you, mom."

[tumblingxelian]

Bruce/Batman - Gritty or Gentle

There's often a lot of bickering about Batman's character.

Whether he should be cruel or kind, his stories gritty or gentle.

His character a serious man with a heavy weight in his shoulders but who handles it well; or a paranoid, toxic and controlling man trying to do good.

I've enjoyed or at least engaged with both incarnations and found worthwhile stories in both. The nicest Batman outside of things like Adam West would be Batman 2004, while for the more cruel Batman, well there's plenty of comics XD

Having enjoyed both, I think I found a way to contextualize why I tend to prefer my Batman to be kind of a fucking mess in comics but can and do really enjoy the more chilled out versions like 2004's in other media.

See, when Batman was first conceived of he didn't have a tragic backstory. You didn't need a reason to go beat up corrupt cops and mobsters, that was just what cool swashbuckling people did or should do.

But when they did give him a backstory it was that he lost his parents was raised by a relative and resolved to fight crime; then supporting character Alfred got retconned in as his parent ETC, you know this part.

The thing is, during this period, while he could be odd and or rather stiff. He wasn't like, a huge asshole or anything, or notably abusive outside of like, stuff that was normalized like spanking which wasn't that omnipresent anyway.

(He did kill that guy one time in an early comic, but if you wanna call that early installment weirdness I'll allow it cos its not very relevant.)

What matters is that there is enough there that I could easily see Bruce and Dick coming to have tension down the line with Bruce not really knowing how to handle Dick growing up and beyond their comfortable dynamic, even if he does try to handle it well. Especially as he likely struggled with being able to slip into the role of a parent.

IE, he and Dick are partners, mentor and student, friends, brothers and father and son. Which is a lot of emotional weight and also means when Dick starts growing more independent I could easily see Bruce bracing against it even if things never escalate to estrangement.

Then Jason is introduced and he gets a Bruce who is much more equipped to fill the parental role without uncertainty, and things seem fine.

But there's also some issues.

Some tied to the occasional misstep on Bruce's part and some of Jason's unaddressed trauma.

But others problems emerging could easily be be tied to Bruce being, ya know, affected by seeing so much crime for so long and also engaging in violence so often that its starting to change him.

Not to a degree where its unmanageable but definitely a problem.

For example, both he and Jason beat the ever loving fuck out of perps who upset them after getting too emotionally invested in a case. Both of them off, not just Jason.

This could have been dealt with, overcome, maybe even a vacation like he took post UTRH.

But then Jason dies.

Now he's traumatized all over again but this time its a parent losing his child rather than a child losing parents but still having a safety net in the form of other family/adoptive family.

Its something more explicitly 'his fault' because of the Robin business and how they ended up there.

Its something he does not have over a decade to come to terms with, process or grieve because he has to get right back into the fight to get Joker and then he doesn't stop.

So his and Dick's relationship starts decaying as Bruce starts lashing out more.

He does so because he has become more and more desensitized to violence and its use as a means to solve problems and coping mechanism that its becoming ingrained instinctual.

He's exhausted, grieving, filled with direction-less anger and isolating. So he doesn't have the chance to start getting better. In part cos there's no one who can really make him do so given the independence, resources and skills he has available and due to his personality always having been stubborn and strong willed.

Because even before he became as fucked up, he was still a very willful person. Its not like he told his uncle his plans or let Alfred dissuade him from becoming Batman. So he's always had an element of being if not isolated, inclined to keep his thoughts to himself and push through resistance to his ideas.

Which could and is easily made much, much worse by these traumatic events and lack of healthy outlets.

After which its basically a case of increasing paranoia from all the ongoing threats, nominal improvements with a somewhat expanded support network. Follow by steps back, steps to the side, good days and bad days.

Events like Stephanie's death, Tower of Babel, his crime control plan and Jason's return all reflecting and enhancing his ever compounding trauma and unhealthy coping mechanisms.

Put simply, I can totally see why Batman would become the kind of person he does in a lot of his more unpleasant comics, and I feel its relatively coherent.

Certainly more so than just ignoring it all and framing him as this emotionally intelligence sweetheart who's all about getting rid of police and prisons with perfect and uncomplicated relationships with those he loves.

[akkrosu]

Get to know me (ask game)

So, ummm, I’m finally getting back to this after @recentadultburnout tagged me all the way back in August, which I’m ashamed to admit I haven’t answered to in all this time. I never forgot though, so here I finally am, six months later, doing it after all. Hope it still counts!

Rules: bold the ones that are true and tag 10 people to do it.

APPEARANCE

blonde hair // I prefer loose clothing to tight clothing // I have one or more piercings // I have at least one tattoo // I have dyed or highlighted my hair // I have gotten plastic surgery // I have or had braces // I sunburn easily // I have freckles // I paint my nails // I typically wear makeup // I don’t often smile // I am pleased with how I look // I prefer Nike to Adidas // I wear baseball hats backwards

For a brief period around 7th grade, I liked to wear makeup and nail polish before I realized they’re really not for me. In general I’d say I don’t really give much of an effort to my appearance, which is why almost nothing is bold in this section.

HOBBIES & TALENTS

I play a sport // I can play an instrument // I am artistic // I know more than one language // I have won a trophy in some sort of competition // I can cook or bake without a recipe // I know how to swim // I enjoy writing // I can do origami // I prefer movies to tv shows // I can execute a perfect somersault // I enjoy singing // I could survive in the wild on my own // I have read a new book series this year // I enjoy spending time with friends // I travel during work or school breaks // I can do a handstand

I play the piano and the guitar, and many years ago I used to play the violin, but I was never good at it.

I speak English, German and Spanish fluently, and I’ve been learning Chinese for just over two years. I’m also currently trying to learn Portuguese, Russian, and Thai, but I haven’t gotten very far with those yet.

The number of new book series I’ve read this year depends on your definition. I’ve read the new volumes of 2ha and Heaven Official’s Blessing that have come out, if that counts. Other than that, I read Judy I. Lin’s A Magic Steeped in Poison and A Venom Dark and Sweet (if a duology counts as a series), two amazing fantasy books set in China and based on Chinese traditions like tea-brewing. And then there was a German fantasy trilogy by Marah Woolf called Wicca Creed.

I travel sometimes, but it really depends on the circumstances. I still travel with my parents sometimes, but I very rarely enjoy vacation with friends for some reason.

RELATIONSHIP

I am in a relationship // I have been single for over a year // I have a crush // I have a best friend who I’ve known for ten years // my parents are together// I have dated my best friend // I am adopted // my crush has confessed to me // I have a long distance relationship // I am an only child // I give advice to my friends // I have made an online friend // I met up with someone I have met online

I loved @recentadultburnout’s comment on this, and because I relate so much, I will put their quote here: I have been single all my life, actually. Not even a single crush. Probably an aro.

I’m still friends with my neighbor, who I’ve known all my life. Also some friends from school I’ve known for that long.

AESTHETICS

I have heard the ocean in a conch shell // I have watched the sun rise // I enjoy rainy days // I have slept under the stars // I meditate outside // the sound of chirping calms me // I enjoy the smell of the beach // I know what snow tastes like // I listen to music to fall asleep // I enjoy thunderstorms // I enjoy cloud watching // I have attended a bonfire // I pay close attention to colors // I find mystery in the ocean // I enjoy hiking on nature paths // autumn is my favorite season

I’ve probably watched the sun rise more than once in my life and just can’t remember because I was a child or something, but the only time I consciously remember was this August when I went to China for a summer program and our group went to climb Lao Shan, a mountain near Qingdao.

I love rainy days and thunderstorms, but mostly when I don’t have to leave the house and can watch from a warm, dry place.

I often have trouble falling asleep, so I usually listen to my Sleepy Songs playlist or watch Bob Ross.

In real life, I don’t really pay attention to colors, but @respectthepetty has taught me to at least do it in BLs.

I think the ocean is hiding more things than we can imagine, considering we’ve only explored about 5% of it.

I don’t enjoy sports, but I like hiking (even though I don’t do it a lot) because it’s very calming and you can just let your mind drift.

MISCELLANEOUS

I can fall asleep in a moving vehicle // I am the mom friend // I live by a certain quote // I like the smell of sharpies // I am involved in extracurricular activities // I enjoy Mexican food // I can drive a stick shift // I believe in true love // I make up scenarios to fall asleep // I sing in the shower // I wish I lived in a video game // I have a canopy above my bed // I am multiracial // I am a redhead // I own at least 3 dogs

I think it’s different in the US (and this particular point feels very American to me), but I live in Germany and here you usually have to be able to use a stick shift to get your license.

I sing in the shower, but only when no one else is home.

This was fun! I don’t know enough people to tag 10 of them, so I’ll just throw some tags into the wild and see who feels like doing it (no pressure, of course): @ellaspore (who I haven't talked to in way too long), @biochemjess, @majestictortoise, @respectthepetty, @firstkanaphans

[jake-marshall]

Six Sentence Sunday - Most Niche Thing I will ever Write Edition

If you follow me on twitter you'll know that I've spent the past 6 weeks working on a fic about Animal House, of all things. I don't even know how many of my followers have even heard of/watched Animal House, but it's a movie I've loved since high school (so 20 years ago) - it's in my top 5 ever, tbh - and the biggest reason, in addition to finding it hilarious, was because I really shipped Otter and Boon (cue No One who knows me + has seen this movie being surprised). Not like I was invested in the way I was with ships like Snape/Lily, for example, lol, but every time I watched it I was like damn they shoulda been together, not the Straight Nonsense the movie ends with. (the fact that they're implied to be separated at all! why??? how dare!!! 🔪🔪🔪) So I decided to write about that. Give high school!Leanne the gift of them getting together post-canon, with a lot of AH hijinks thrown in. I gotta say they're both really fun to write and I haven't made myself laugh like this while writing a fic in a longgggg time. Anyway, since April 27th, I'm 34k+ in and not done yet. I'm trying to get between 38-40k during my vacation this week and see where I'm at. I've forced influenced a few friends into getting on board my idea and for that I'm forever grateful. AH's 45th anniversary is July 28th so I'm hoping to post it then - and the tentative title is "I Said I Want You to Know Right Now", aka a lyric from "Shout" bc how could I not. If you like 40k~ long fics about friends2lovers who are codependent to an unhealthy degree, enable each other's awful decisions/behavior, and show positively zero growth, but boy are they good to each other (and you can handle period-typical misogyny/homophobia/attitudes/slurs) you'll probably enjoy this. All this to say I'd like to share an excerpt under the cut.

“I don’t know if I’m up to it. You can go on if you want, I might just go back to the truck and see if I can’t get the Yanks’ game on the radio. They got a doubleheader, it’d be nice to catch a few innings and-” “Hey, what’s goin’ on? You’re acting like ah… I don’t know, like Wormer’s here somewhere, watching your every move.” Yeah, maybe it is a little like that. Paranoia, that all the strife between him and Katy is visible to any- and everyone, including Otter. That just by looking at Boon, he could see what a depressing life he’s made for himself – and for Katy, apparently – in the past five years. It’s getting worse – I keep making I worse. The only thing that’ll make it better… the only person who’ll make it better... Otter must, again, be expecting some kind of scathing remark about Wormer, about how he would creep around a town fair and probably throw a five-year-old to the ground if it meant getting to the front of the funnel cake line. But what Boon blurts out instead is, “Katy wants a divorce.” “She…” Blink. Head tilting in confusion. “I’m sorry, what?” “She already served me papers.” He doesn’t even know what he’s saying. It’s just spilling out. “On our anniversary. I’d forgotten it – but… that’s not why she wants it, just I didn’t like, specifically forget our anniversary, shit, I’d totally forgotten what day it even was – they’re all the same, and-” “Hey, okay, time-out.” Otter makes a T with his flattened hands. “Forget all this Fourth of July bullshit. Come on. Talk to me.”

[ozma914]

Covid Keeps Quarantines Coming

  I'm not even sure how to start when it comes to Covid. As a writer I'm a professional smart-ass, but with this I got my ass kicked, and didn't feel too smart about it.

Illness or injury traditionally accompany our vacations: Last December Emily and I came down with the flu when we were supposed to visit her family and friends in Missouri. This year we decided to head down on a Thursday.

On Wednesday we started to feel a little ... off. By Thursday morning we had to call it--we couldn't risk giving her father whatever bug was now traveling with us. It wasn't until Friday night that we began to suspect the modern medical boogieman, Covid. We missed the trip, we missed Saturday's Holiday Pops concert, and I felt so bad I couldn't even write. By the time it was done I had to contact my editor at History Press to push back our deadline for the Haunted Noble County book, because I'd planned to use half of my vacation to work on it.

The only question left: Could I turn it into a funny blog?

It doesn't LOOK like 102 degrees.  No. No, I could not.

The only thing we did was marathon the TV show The Expanse, and unsuccessfully try to listen to Good Omens on audiobook. (We kept having to go back when one or another of us fell asleep.)

You know, watching TV and reading books wouldn't be such a bad vacation. The problem is that for the first couple of days we were unable to enjoy anything, and in fact we were too sick to sleep. You heard that right. Over that first weekend I, who can't function on less than eight hours of sleep, stayed awake for twenty-fours straight. Even Nyquil wouldn't put me out.

Then, for a week after that, we were too sick to stay awake. That was the period during which we kept having to go back and decide what we remembered last from the audiobook.

"It was Agnes Nutter and the book, wasn't it?"

"No, it was Adam and the Them meeting the dog."

(We were both wrong: It was Crowley terrifying his house plants.)

I took this photo of Emily at the same time the one above of me was taken. She's in there, I swear.

 

Part of it--let's face it--is that I'm no spring chicken pox. When I was in my early 20's I once rode the back step of a fire engine to a mobile home fire on the edge of town--while running a fever.

This truck, specifically. What an awesome truck.

 A couple of years later I rode a different engine to Kendallville, to a tire fire so big it could have been seen from the International Space Station, if there'd been one at the time. I was coughing up junk that looked like it belonged in an alien invasion horror movie, despite never getting into the smoke. Yet there I went, for twelve hours. Our Chief later ordered me to go home and go the hell to bed.

 No more.

 It's not just that Covid is bad. My normal temperature runs around 97.6, and by the time it hit 100 not only could I not go to a fire, I couldn't pick up the TV remote. (Thus the marathon of one show.) It reached 102 at one point. My skin kept trying to crawl away to somewhere cooler, or so it felt.

Emily was running about a day behind me, so I had the pain of knowing what she was about to go through. She's still got a terrible cough weeks later, while mine is just awful. We were like the grandparents in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, just laying there in a lump. Christmas preparations? Hah! We'd bought a new, pre-lit tree, but we never even got a chance to fluff out the branches, let alone decorate it.

I kinda like it like this, though. Yes, it's black.

I was so sick--brace yourself for this--I lost my appetite.

I can count on one hand the number of times I've completely lost my appetite, and I was in the hospital for most of those. I dropped six pounds. This is not a recommended diet.

The moral of this story is, of course, don't get Covid. We didn't mind at all being quarantined, at least not until the chocolate ran out. (Everything tasted salty or metallic, except chocolate.) Other people in this area passed away from it, so we count ourselves lucky now that we're feeling 50% better.

Yeah, I'm exhausted all the time, but I work nights--I was already halfway there, anyway.

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