#I’m a wee bit boring lol

[lu-dao-writes]

A Harmless Procedure (Kuras x Reader) (Fingering)

Synopsis A checkup gone sexy.

Warning(s) Hand fetish, throat fingering, gn!reader, quickly edited, MDNI.

A/N Starting out simple, but don’t worry, it’ll get more nasty as we go lol. @vermilionsun hosted a kinktober event for Touchstarved! I initially wasn’t going to do kinktober cause I was stressing about committing, and porn can be hard and can get boring. But once I sat down and planned, I just kept going 🤣.

You’ve been through this enough times already, so you know what’s going to happen, but you’re still nervous. 

No, you’re not scared of doctors, especially not Kuras. You’re nervous about when he has to check the back of your throat. 

You see… You kinda got a hand fetish, and you’re a wee bit obsessed with Kuras’s hands, having a fantasy of him fingering your throat, and amongst other things.

It really gets you all hot and bothered and sometimes you can’t sit still when it comes to your checkups. 

“You’re so nervous,” Kuras’s smooth voice rings in your ears, grabbing your attention. He’s got a catish little smile on his face, eyes shining almost knowingly that it makes you swallow. 

“Am I?” you manage to ask. 

“You forget that I’m taking your pulse,” he reminds you, looking even more amused. 

‘Kill me now,’ you thought as you look down at his warm fingers pressing against your pulse. 

“I’m just distracted,” you supply uselessly.

Kuras hums before continuing with his duties, occasionally murmuring about something. 

Then comes the hard part. 

“Open up,” Kuras orders politely.

You notice he doesn’t have the wooden stick in his hands. It makes you pause. 

“Come now, we don’t have all day,” he encourages, lips curling. 

‘Does… Does he know??’

You squeeze your legs together tightly before opening your mouth timidly. And just as you thought, Kuras sinks those long, elegant, and warm fingers into your mouth, and you can’t suppress the moan that leaves you. 

Kuras looks positively delighted, his free hand delicately cradling your chin as the pads of his fingers stroke your tongue, inching closer and closer to the back of your throat. 

“Just as I suspected,” he coos. “This is what’s been distracting you all those times.”

Kuras continues to finger your mouth, enjoying your little gags and moans and watching your expression morph into something more shameless. “Oh, look at you… It’s almost as if I’ve fucked you dumb~.”

[xnova239x]

Some more thoughts about Emmrich. Not really all that spoilery, a bit more general this time. Cut for length:

Now, it has been several days since I completed Veilguard. I’m still reeling, honestly.

My first playthroughs are usually the typical “F*** around and find out”. I play the game and meet all the characters… decide which ones I like or prefer to others.

I’m a player that finds my favourites and typically has them in my party all the time. They never leave, I take them everywhere. Call it boring… it’s just the way I am. I only really change it around if I hear there is particularly interesting dialogue or events between other companions. Other than that… I stick to my favourites.

It’s been a very long time since I reacted so viscerally to a character as I do with Emmrich.

The last was Solas. I adored him the moment I met him. He is my most favourite character ever. Every time I played Inquisition… I had him in my party, always. I always romanced him, in every run. It took a wee while for me to try a run where I romanced Cullen. I did eventually, and while I enjoyed it… he just… wasn’t Solas.

Solavellan was my thing. And despite knowing what happened, I still romanced him every time. I just love him so, so much. He’s tragic. He’s passionate. He’s just… such a well written character.

I’m having that same reaction with Emmrich. Every time I rewatch a clip of my gameplay, I get that feeling that’s like your heart is clamped in a vice. My heart jumps, I become almost giddy… no, I do become giddy. I smile, I giggle and murmur “I just love him sooooo much” every time. I can’t tell you how much a friend of mine has listened to that mantra already, and she hasn’t even played the game yet! She already knows Emmrich is, without a doubt, my beloved of Veilguard. She’s looking forward to seeing why… (I can’t wait). Hell, she already knows I will struggle to romance anyone but him in any other run… (I have already had to endure the teasing, lol).

Nick Boraine does such a fantastic job voicing Emmrich. The way he delivers certain lines… some were funny, others were heartbreaking and then there’s the ones that just make your heart leap with how utterly sweet and loving they are. (Also, I’m such a sucker for “my dear” “darling” and “my darling”). I commend him. Such amazing, amazing work bringing this character to life.

So… thank you, Nick. Thank you, Sylvia. Thank you, BioWare, for creating another one of my most beloved characters ever in media.

[reiwanwan]

How peaky men fart ‼️

So….today we will be discussing the different ways that I personally think these peaky men fart, maybe I will make this a series like “Unhinged peaky blinder headcanons” And if you have your own unhinged headcanons that you want do feel free to ask! my request are very much open

Tommy 🤍

- most people are convinced this man doesn’t fart, but it’s a natural human function so of course even tommy shelby needs to let one out

- Dead serious expression and completely unfazed

- His farts have no sound and they dont even stink so no one even knows if he farted

- He also has pretty privilege and he knows that so he uses it to his full advantage

- Because of that he has the ability to fart loudly and no one would even bother to think it was him because pretty people dont fart

- In the scenario where if he let one out silently and it did stink he would probably just light a cigarette afterwards to cover up the smell

Arthur 🧡

- Loud and unapologetic

- Disrespectful.

- Absolutely no consideration for the people around him

- He would let it rip and laugh and say that it was the “sound of victory”

- He farts the loudest and is very proud of the volume of it

- He wont fart around ladies though

-Buuut if you were a guy, I’m sorry but you are going to be his victim

-He is kind enough though to let you know if he’s going to fart

John 🩵

- Now this one does NOT let you know when he is going to fart

- Always blames it on someone else

- Has the WETTEST farts and you’re always having to ask him to check his boxers because you are so sure he shit himself

- He does the classic “pull my finger” joke with his kids

- If you were laying down next to this man i’m sorry but you are getting dutch ovened and you will suffocate

- After he lets you out he apologises and says “must be the cabbages you made earlier”

Alfie 🤎

- Another loud farter here, second to arthur

- Also lets you know when he’s going to fart

- You guys could be walking together and he will stop you, “Hold on treacle…” and then proceed to rip ass.

- Will continue holding your hand as he farts

-If you seem embarrassed he will turn it into a whole monologue when he’s done and when you guys continue walking

- Gives long-winded explanations about how it is “A normal human bodily function”

- “you see love…holding it in wouldn’t be healthy because you see right…it’s a sign of a proper, working digestive system, its how god meant it to be”

Michael 💙

- Oh boy please don’t ever call him out he will get defensive and his ego will be CRUSHED

- Really feels like farting is emasculating and will insist on holding it in till he gets home to let it out

- Polly can always tell when he needs to fart for some reason and will tell her stubborn son that he is allowed to fart

- But in the case where he desperately needs to fart, he will excuse himself and go outside

- And boy does he let that one go wild because he’s pretty sure that fart cured all his stomach problems

- His farts doesn’t smell too idk why I just feel like he wouldn’t have stinky farts

Finn 💛

- Everyone pushes the blame onto him if they fart

- Especially arthur

-John would blame it on finn if he was sitting next to girl that he fancied. “Ughhh finn you nasty bastard…letting one out next to a lass?”

-Tommy would fart and then blame it on finn if someone smelt his own silent fart and everyone around will he quick to believe him

-Poor Finn

-If he farts he will be very embarrassed

-but understands its normal so he would try not to make a big deal out of it and man it out lol

-If people do start laughing at him though, he will join and laugh along just to save face even if it did actually hurt his feelings just a wee bit

That is all lovely human beings please do let me know what you guys think of this. The reason for writing this purely because I was super bored and my imagination goes wild and also because I thought that it would be completely hilarious lmao xx

[stxrmylxve]

Hi hi :DD

So I just found ur account and I rlly rlly like ur works!! I have this brainrot recently abt a TR prompt. I keep seeing people write abt the boys coming into s/o's house through the window in the wee hours and stuff, but what if it was reverse¿ idk I've never rlly seen a fic like that.

So can I request a fic where the baji trio (or Chifuyu only if it's too much) react to their s/o (gn but preferably female) sneaking in through their window at random times? (NO NOT IN THE CREEPY WAY)

Like for example Chifuyu finished whatever he was doing and goes back to his room and suddenly BAM s/o appeared out of nowhere, playing with Peke J. And it gets to often to the point that they even look foreward to it.

Maybe a bit crackish and fluffy? Bonus points if reader is a bit aloof and just makes themselves at home, not seeing a problem with what they're doing haha

Thank u and sorry if it was too specific, it's my first time requesting and I hope u will also enjoy writing this! 🙇‍♀️

I’m so glad you like my stuff^^ I get so worried when all I get are reblogs and no true feedback lol, thanks for that! Ofc, I don’t mind doing the trio!

Chifuyu:

He stumbles out into the kitchen, setting his manga down to momentarily stray away to grab a glass of water before scooping it back up to head back to his room. A sound makes him look up from his book, quirking his brow before thinking nothing of it and continuing up the stairs.

He walks into his room, shivering by a sudden gust of wind as he looks up with furrowed brows, his expression changing when he sees you sitting on the carpet sifting through his magazines with Peke J in your lap purring.

“Uh.. hey?” he greets, sliding the awkward magazines away as you looked up with a smile.

“figured you needed company.” you say as you slide up to sit on top of his bed, forcing Peke J to move up with you as you looked up at the ceiling.

“You couldn’t just use the front door? Like normal people do?”

“No.”

Baji:

He huffs as he looses the match in his game, throwing his controller onto his bed as he leans back in his chair, groaning as he brushes through his hair.

“Lost again?” you interupt his pity party, hanging half inside the window as you wiggled in the rest of yourself as you plopped on his bed.

“Only because some dumbass shorted us on supplies. Why ya’ here babe?” he averts the conversation, momentarily looking at your peeking bra before peppering your face with little pecks as you giggled.

“No reason, I was bored and was walking the streets and came across some hot guy’s house. I figured it would be nice to see what he was about, but his open window was calling me inside.” he rolled his eyes at the remark, only taking into account the ‘hot guy’ part as a small grin formed on his face.

“You think I’m hot?”

Kazutora:

You slipped inside his room, glancing at the clock that read ‘10:19pm’ on it with a frown. He was still up, but he had been in bed recently since the sheets were already undone and wrinkled.

You slipped under the covers as you reached up to pull the window closed, huffing when you had to sit up to do it. Kazutora came back into the room, setting his drink down as he eyed you.

“What’cha up to?” he asks, scaring the life out of you as you turned to facr his shadowed figure in the dark.

“It was cold in my room. And… I had a nightmare.” you said quietly as you shivered, his room not proving to be any better than your own.

“So you came all the way up the street to meet me for warmth and comfort? Dedicated.” he comments as he takes a sip of his drink and crawls next to you, stretching out with a small yet satisfied sigh.

[multiversxwhore]

Call Your Father.

Drew McIntyre x Desiree Simons

a/n: don’t mind me I’m literally bored, I wanted to post something so badly, so here a little something to take the edge off(more so for me than you). Honestly this is wee bit unhinged lol This might end up on my main blog by accident bc yet again tumblr app hates me. Anywho, hope y’all like this little tidbit. Wrestling blog: @slutouttanowhere

“What do you mean your father doesn’t know about us? We’ve been dating for a year!” I sat in Drew’s dressing room, I had originally come here to get a few kisses in before the show tonight. While the intense make out session was had, it only took a second for Drew’s brain to jump back to work. Which led to him remembering to ask me for the update about him meeting my dad. Unfortunately for me, this man doesn’t forget anything. He was now holding me at arms length, and though he was smiling, I knew it was him repressing his irritation.

“I know I just never got around to it!” I rolled my eyes, threw my head back, and let my weight drop into his hands. He huffed out in frustration, we bicker about a lot of things, but this is starting to feel like an actual argument. Family meant a lot to Drew, it’s his life line, and that wasn’t something I was used to. Growing up my dad worked a lot, and by the time I became an adult, I too became very busy. I guess the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.

“You yap about me to everyone else, oh my god my man Drew is so amazing, he’s so smart, he’s so funny. Yet, I didn’t come up not bloody once to you um I don’t know, the man that raised you?” He mocked my voice, his tone going up in oactive, I wasn’t sure rather to be impressed, or insulted.

I stood up from the chair he placed me in, I didn’t know what to do with this ball of nerves that were bundled inside of me. “Ugh, you wanna know the real reason why I never said anything?” I asked, I was hoping he would say no.

“Please, lighten me.” His hands placed on his lips like a father, I pressed my lips together trying to take this situation seriously.

I glanced up at him from underneath my lashes, he waited for me, his eyebrows raised, and arms now folded across his broad chest. It’s as if he already knew some bullshit was about to come out of my mouth. I let out a deep breath, “My dad thinks you’re Black.” I blurted out in a rush. I cringed inwardly expecting him to be upset, but I was met with quite the opposite reaction.

Drew burst out into laughter, shaking his head, his tone halfheartedly, “What? Sabrina, you're killin’ me lass. Not only did you not tell him about me specifically…you lied about my race?”

“They got Black people in Scotland don’t they?” I asked sheepishly. I let out a spout of laughter, wrapping my arms around his waist, and tilting my head up to look at him.

He met me halfway, dropping a few sweet kisses on my lips, “You are a mess, you know that?”

“I’m sorry, I just got nervous, you know my dad is like super pro Black. He’s practically Killmonger, and I felt like I’ve disappointed him somehow.” I confessed, though my dad and I aren’t super close, I find myself always clamoring for his approval. Drew’s eyes shifted, a look of understanding, and determination.

“Sweetheart, he’s your father, if he loves you, and I know he does. It shouldn’t matter if I’m fuckin’ Japanese, if he can’t accept your choices as an adult, well then that’s on him.” He kissed me before I had a chance to rebuttal, one hand being my ass, and the other cradling the back of my head as if to make sure I don’t move. He pulled away only to say, “And if he doesn’t like me, that’s too bad because I’m not going anywhere.”

[b4mpyre-k1zz3s]

for the ask game: beehive limo, poo cocktail supreme, the quiet game, the brand, vomitron, anaconda ball pit, the leech healer, butt chug, the switcheroo, and sweatsuit cocktail !!!

Thank you so much for sending me this ask! <3

Sorry it took me so long to answer this! I’m dealing with a pretty awful respiratory illness and I’ve been sleeping a lot XD

Beehive limo: Who do you think is the most underrated duo?

I think it’s really hard to pick just one here tbh! I love the friendship all the guys have with each other (and that’s really why I loves Jackass so much in the first place), so choosing one is like picking my favorite child!

Poo cocktail supreme: Do you have any unpopular opinions on Jackass?

I feel that I’m going to get some hate for this, but I did not care for 3D as much as some other fans did! Number Two is and always has been my favorite, and while it was the most successful film, I feel that some of the stunts are kind of forgettable

The quiet game: Do you have a favorite quote that came from Jackass? If so, what is it?

That’s so hard!! I would have to say either Steve telling Chris to “assume the goddamn position!” In the Argentina episode of Wildboyz or Johnny’s reaction to Bam’s ass in the Brand (“It is pretty...”)

The brand: What is your favorite bit that Bam was in?

I do really adore his performance in the Brand, but there was something cathartic about seeing him kinda get his comeuppance in the Wind Tunnel after so many years pranking people (though I will admit, I did feel a wee bit bad for him once he started crying :( )

Vomitaron: Name the stunt/bit that made you the most squeamish.

I think I’m one of the only Jackass fans who can sit through the Papercuts stunt, but there’s something about the Fart Mask (of all stunts, I know) that just nauseates me!

Anaconda ball pit: What stunt/bit is your favorite that includes an animal?

Funny enough, it probably would be Anaconda Ball Pit! Either that or Roller Buffalo (purely because of Johnny’s incredible dance moves XD)

The leech healer: Which stunt are you most likely to participate in? Or the one you'd like to have participated in the most (you will get hurt/deal with the consequences)? And oppositely, which stunt would you try if you could do it despite/without getting hurt?

If it counts, I would pick to participate the whole musical ending stunt of Number Two :D I’m a former theater kid, and if it means anything I did once, on a boring weekend, learn all of the choreography for Knoxville’s little cowboy number! Conversely, If I didn’t have to worry about getting hurt, I would pick either Firehose Rodeo or Duck Hunt because they just seem really fun!

Butt chug: What is something you've found difficulty in loving about Jackass?

So much Jackass media is difficult to find! But besides accessibility, Me and many other Jackass fans have the same complaint of the fandom being really small!

The switcheroo: Which Jackass member do you think you could beat in a fight? Why?

That’s a tricky one! My first idea was Bam because I think I could dodge his limp punches and we’re around the same height, but he definitely has muscle on me. Steve is more comparable to my physique, but something about him makes me think he can actually fight (which I obviously can’t XD)

Sweatsuit cocktail: Have you picked up any mannerisms from any of the members? If so, who and what did you pick up on?

I have! Besides incorporating Bam’s weird little slang words into my daily vocabulary, I’ve found myself slipping into his, what I affectionately call, Philly trash accent every now and then lol! Thankfully nobody around me has noticed yet

[smilesrobotlover]

Shipping Game!

TP Link and....

1. Midna

2. Ilia

3. Zelda

4. Hena

Ok. Fun fact about me: any ship that involved Midna and Link that isn’t midlink I don’t like 💀 I am a wee bit childish but I just love them too much to ship them with others lol

ANYWAYS. Midlink. Yes. Absolutely my favorite ship of all time. So like… funny story, I HATED them in the beginning. I thought it was weird I was like “oh this makes no sense. This is dumb. Peopl are just shipping them together ONLY cuz they interact 🙄” but then I saw really good fanart of midlink and saw their dynamic and I saw many gifs from the game that I hadn’t seen before and I realized how much chemistry there was between the two of them and I just fell in love. I was also digging tall girlfriend and short boyfriend a lot and they fueled me. Just… their canon interactions is so tender and so sweet and they clearly care about each other so much?? And you can see it as platonic or romantic which is great cuz that means that their relationship is built on friendship first and foremost! And that is so much more special to me than two characters just falling in love out of nowhere. You see Link basically kill her with kindness and AUGH SHABSSJSBAKBAKABAKAAKAK THEIR INTERACTIONS HAAHVSWHWHKSSBKSJSKSK. I love them sm. You can see the way they work together and interact that there’s just so much LOVE. And then the end. Oh my goodness. Link holding her after she used the fused shadows, link running to her when she was yeeted away during puppet Zelda’s fight, their freaking grins at each other before beast Ganon battle, Link reaching for her before she teleports him away so she can fight Ganondorf herself, Link’s face when he believed she was killed by Ganondorf, Link running to her when he saw her alive with the light spirits, his FACE when he saw her true form and he was like “holy nuts you’re so hot”, and Midna’s flirting with him in the end and the romantic music AAHHAHAJABSKSSJKFBFJDJEKDBD TEJEBSLSJSJSOSJSN IM GOING FERAL JUST THINKINF ABOUT IT GUYS I LOVE MIDLINK MORE THAN LIFE ITSELF AAAAAAAGH

Ok. Phew… anyways… illink. I hate it. So so much. And that’s cuz I do not like Illia as a character. She’s too cliche and boring to me, while simultaneously being annoying. There’s nothing to her for me; I feel like I’ve seen her character ten thousand times before. I know people love her and I saw a hostile post about her haters once but it doesn’t matter. I don’t like her. And so I don’t ship her with Link… cuz any character I don’t like, I don’t ship with characters I do like. And I don’t feel any chemistry with them? I like the idea that Link felt pressured to be with her cuz he just really didn’t love her romantically you know? Just cuz you interact with the gender you like doesn’t really mean you’ll fall for them immediately. It’s just not how it works. Small tangent but I’ll leave it alone. I hate it.

Tp zelink is def one of my least favorite zelinks lol. They have NO chemistry. Sure people can like… try to justify it, but overall there’s nothing there. I overall am growing out of love for zelink in general? I hate the idea of soulmates and them HAVING to be together only cuz they’re link and Zelda. Just not a fan. I get how people love it but I don’t like it. They never even converse with each other honestly, and they give each other a very awkward look cuz it was the first time they’ve been alone with Link as a Hylian lmao. I also didn’t really like tp Zelda that much cuz…. I didn’t find her very interesting? And cuz I didn’t like the zelink ship I just didn’t like her? But after exploring her character more in love at twilight I’ve grown to greatly appreciate her. Just wish she was explored more in game (tho they probably would’ve given her an extremely generic personality so it’s probably for the best).

I had to look up Hena cuz I forgor who she was (I assumed she was that cute fisherwoman and she is :)) again, I’m more of a midlink loser so any other ship I don’t vibe with. But I don’t HATE it. I’ve actually never seen this ship before, but it’s definitely charming in its own way! I just really love Hena. She’s a very fun character very different from her other siblings and she’s super cute and pretty so like… yeah I’m not fully against it unlike illink and zelink lol.

[eternaletain]

stole this tag game from @jjongosaurus because I was feeling a wee bit bored and it has been awhile sine I did anything like this XD 

Three ships: Totally picking at random from a long list of ships - Magnus Bane and Alec Lightwood from Shadowhunters  Levy and Gajeel from Fairy Tail  Vivi and Koza from One Piece

First ever ship: The first one I can really recall is Serena and Darien from Sailor Moon, my OG anime before I even knew what anime was. 

Last song/album is: Stray Kids’ 5-Star album I got at AFO! Though the last song I listened to was actually Lonely St. 

Last movie: Jumanji! As in the OG with Robin Williams...I forgot how much of the movie I had memorized till I started annoying my mom by pointing little things out  

Currently reading: I am not currently reading anything...I have a stack of mythology books I just haven't gotten around to yet lol 

Currently watching: really really want to get back to watching Kamen Rider Gaim, my brain has just been too spacey to sit down and watch. 

Last thing you wrote: Technically I wrote a letter for my mom yesterday does that count...? No? Well I had tried writing a fanfic for an older j-drama Gokusen that had diverged into a original fantasy tale...

What you’re writing right now: *stares at all my different snippet docs and other assorted writing bits* ....Probably too many things.

Supposed to tag 10 people now....but I’m not! Only whoever I can think of at this very moment....so! @silver-lily-louise @mysteriousz  have fun!

[vampirelequeer]

After reading IWTV and TVL as a teenager, I decided before the show came out to start again and slowly make my way through the whole series. I’m about halfway through the fourth book at the moment.

So without further ado, my thoughts on The Tale of the Body Thief so far:

(Spoilers ahead)

( also me special interest dumping oops)

- first off, HUGE trigger warning for a horrible sex scene. I guess (??) it shouldn’t be so shocking that Lestat is a monster and an actual canonical r*pist and seems to brush the whole thing off. But then also I’m sort of putting it down to Anne Rice very being weird in general and ideas about sex maybe (??) being different in the 90s. I don’t know I am reaching here

- Okay so that grimness aside, this is possibly my favourite book so far (I’m about halfway through). Tied with The Vampire Lestat maybe. After the drudgery that was Queen of the damned (oh the drudgery), I am loving the action and silliness of this story, the actual Lestat character development. There is less vampires sitting round a table telling their life stories and more actual stuff happening. There’s also some really beautiful writing and it feels quick and fun and romp-y to read. Pure vampire escapism.

- however I am PISSED that I waited 3 books to read a sex scene and what I got was a horrifying assault scene and…..a straight sex scene. An overly detailed yet somehow blandly vanilla straight sex scene. How dare you, Anne?? I wonder if this is the homophobia of time- Anne may have been all for mlm but felt too uncomfortable to actually write two men having sex. Or most likely it just wouldn’t have gotten published. I know vampires are supposed to be ace but it seems sort of….suspicious that Anne Rice the erotica writer has chosen this rule for only her male/male character relationships. Anyway basically we have been robbed

- There is some really great Louis content in this book. There is an absolutely beautiful scene where we learn more about his living situation and him as a vampire. I think he goes a bit wooden doll-ish character-wise in TVL and QotD and here he is actually his own personality again.

- However where is Armand, my evil rat baby

- I think what a lot of people hate about the books after Qotd ( though I speak as someone early on- I’m sure they will get really terrible soon) is that Lestat doesn’t stay dedicated to Louis. In fact he falls in love with anyone he gets close to. I think it’s easier reading it now, knowing that Lestat and Louis are going to end up together. But also I see them as a poly relationship (ish) and that they are working on their own stuff before being fully together again. As a poly independent person, I think this is great, and would honestly find the relationship a bit boring if it was just happy and monogamous forever. I am all about the drama lol

-on a lighter note god I love Lestat becoming human and remembering the horror of being a disgusting meat sack. Like him accidentally weeing on himself and gorging himself on chocolate. And almost dying of the flu because he’s not realised he needs a coat in the snow. I love that murder himbo

So yes halfway through and probably about to eat my words on supporting this (currently wonderful) vampire trashfire of a novel. David does seem to suck so far, but not more than say, Marius. And I find Marius’s POV fun to read even if he is an arrogant creep.

What do you all think of this novel? Thank you for coming to my tedtalk on old vampire books nobody reads anymore

[eoieopda]

hello i meant to do this after i saw you reblogged it but adhd brain thought it was too hard to pick numbers to send to your inbox and then i forgot until i saw you answer the others 😇

proof ask game!!!

CD1-11 DNA

CD2-10 Filter

CD2-12 Singularity

CD3-04 Quotation Mark

LOVE YOU BYE

ask game

CD1-11. DNA

🎧 What was the craziest thing you did as a child?

when i was in second grade, my oldest brother told me i couldn’t microwave marshmallows for s’mores because they’d explode all over and make a mess. my solution was to wrap it in foil, to keep it contained. whole thing started sparking and there was a wee bit of a fire :’) was not allowed to use the microwave for quite a while after that, lol.

CD2-10. Filter

🎧 Describe your favorite outfit in great detail.

my favorite outfit is a giant ass crewneck sweatshirt i found at a thrift shop. it’s from a radiology department in some hospital that isn’t even nearby. it’s grey with a skull and crossbones; on the back it says RAD TO THE BONE. shit fits like a dress, is ridiculous, and so so cozy.

otherwise, i’m a black jeans, obnoxious statement button-up/cardigan/coat, and creepers ass bitch. can’t forget the weird jewelry that your divorced, middle school art teacher might wear.

CD2-12. Singularity

🎧 What is your favorite zodiac sign that isn't your own?

i get along soooo well with air signs, most specifically geminis & aquarians. their brains move so quickly and creatively/oddly that they’re never, ever boring and they always join me in whatever dumb bit i start, without question.

CD3-04. Quotation Mark

🎧 Pick a theme song for yourself.

frick frick frick. hard!!! “fuck with myself” by banks, i think?

[sunshinebunnie]

Hello to the author of my all-time favourite Fexi fic (I mean Prairie Doll)!

Since it's Christmas time, I have a few Christmasy questions for you 🎄

What's the favourite Christmas gift you've ever received? Do you have favourite Christmas carol? What are your favorite Christmas drink and treat? What time do you wake up on Christmas morning?

Thank you so much for the delightful ask, @mimbletonia-mimbulus!

Fav Christmas gift? Hmmmm....When I was in high school, I asked my dad for tix to go to Ireland with my mom. (They're divorced.) My mom's from there originally, but hadn't been back in over 20 years at the time, so it was one of those "this is for me, but it's really for us" gifts. I got to a bunch of stuff with her and meet some of her oldest friends that I'd always heard stories about, but never really had faces to go with names. It was super nice.

Fav Christmas carol? Does "Grandma Got Run Over By a Reindeer" count???? (That song is so outrageous and over the top AND I LOVE IT!!!) If we're going more traditional though, I will belt "Hark the Herald Angels Sing!" every time I hear it. Guaranteed.

Fav Christmas drink & treat? Hmmmmm.....that's hard. I'm not entirely sure I have one to be honest. I've been a tea drinker my whole life, but I'm not sure I'd necessarily consider it a special "Christmas" drink, even though it's the only thing coming to mind right now. lol. As for treat, it's been a hot minute, but my Nana used to make me a tin full of homemade apple hand pies. She came of age in the 1930s, so she was one of those old school bakers that made her crusts from scratch and still used actual lard. 🤤🤤🤤 I would pretty much devour the entire tin of pies before I even left her apartment on Christmas. Unfortunately, my mom is not a baker and she never got the recipe from my Nana before she died (despite me asking her repeatedly--not that I'm salty about it...lol), so I haven't been able to have them in over 20 years. 😭😭😭

Christmas wake-up call? Way too damn early, that's for sure. lol. To be fair though, I have 2 small humans, so I'm still in the stage where they're waking up at the ass crack of dawn on Christmas Day while my husband and I blearily try to convince them to at least go back to bed until after sunrise before they go looking for what Santa left them. lol

Also, since it appears you made the NICE list this year, doll, I hope you enjoy a little gift from me to you! (under the cut)

A wee snippet from the forthcoming chapter of Prairie Doll!

“Now see here, Fez,” Custer hissed as he leaned further across the counter top, the stench from his mouth fumigating Fez’s lungs with every unavoidable breath he took. “My, uh…girl…here has found herself in a bit of a debt with some…unfortunate…people. I offered to let her work it off with them, but they weren’t, uh…how you might say interested in that arrangement.” (Fez was immensely grateful Ash was in the back. Even though he had no great love of Faye, Fez knew even he would be hard pressed not to send Custer through their glass storefront window.)

“And this is somehow my affair because…?” Fez asked in that same bored tone, hoping to speed up this discussion.

“Right, right,” Custer chuckled. “Straight to the point. Always liked that about you, Fez. Always liked that about you.” He took the poorly gnawed beef jerky out of his mouth and waved it haphazardly in the air like a school marm’s pointer. “See, you and I have business, right? And as business partners in a common enterprise, I thought to myself, who would be in a position to help me resolve Faye’s little…misstep with these good folks? Fez!”

“Ain’t loaning you money, Custer,” Fez said with a sharpness that was all Kitty O’Neill.

“Now, I ain’t said nothing about a loan, son,” Custer said with an all-too-practiced smoothness. “However, it is going to take a little bit o’...negotiating, let’s say, to make this go away. Man to man. I’m sure you understand, Fez.”

He only gave him a dead-eyed stare. His lack of response made Custer bristle, his fingertips turning a pale yellowish-ivory as he pressed more of his weight down on his hands, trying to lean further into Fez’s personal space. The red-headed man didn’t budge from his position behind the counter. Custer let out an exasperated huff when he realized his posturing was for nought. 

[mesmerium]

seventeen mean so much to me, i’m actually so emotional. i think i talked about this already but quite literally seventeen saved my life. if you’re bored and want to read a whole essay about their impact on my life, here lmao

tw // depression, mentions of suicide (nothing graphic!)

i took leave from med school because my depression was so bad, even when i was getting good grades and had leadership positions (plural!!???) and was doing well in extracurriculars. these things honestly only served to worsen my mental state. the pressure i had put on myself, the insomnia i developed from being anxious all the time, the fear of failure and not being liked and being made fun of for trying too hard, etc. it all came to a head, and i had to make it stop. so i did. i took a leave of absence, and all of a sudden, after years and years of keeping myself too busy to think too much, too busy to contemplate, i had nothing to do but listen to my thoughts and wallow in sadness and emptiness. it wasn’t any better, and i had honestly lost any hope for myself. at that point i had been dealing with depression for more than a decade, and even while on medication i couldn’t bear to live anymore.

so i started writing goodbye letters to the few people that mattered to me. it wasn’t my first time, but i thought that it would be the last. there was a finality to everything i was doing. in february 2022, i attempted suicide. i prepared everything the night before, woke up early, and did it. but before i could do enough damage to myself, guilt seeped through me. i thought to myself, “it’ll be my dad’s birthday in a few days, it’s so selfish of me to be doing this before he could even celebrate.” so i dropped everything, patched myself up (thank god for med school materials amirite), and cried myself to sleep. that day, with nothing else to do, no energy for anything, i tried watching going seventeen.

i became a fan of seventeen in 2016, after pretty u promotions. i watched ofd and was obsessed with the going seventeen mini album when it came out. unfortunately i decided to drop kpop as a hobby for a bit because i was really busy and living my life, so it’s a little funny that my first step back into it was when i had nothing else to do after attempting lol. when i tell you it got me to laugh after a month of not being able to. i got invested, and it gave me something to do while i was waiting for my dad’s birthday to pass.

one night, a few days after my dad’s birthday, an ex who passed away in december 2021 visited me in my dreams. i asked him what he was doing in my dream, and he took me to visit his family home. he told me he was watching over his family before leaving completely. we chatted, and i asked him if i would regret going the same way he did. he told me that it is the way it is, and that he’s found peace where he is. it was up to me, he said. i woke up and cried, because i missed him, because i was glad that he was happy, because it felt like a sign that it was time for me too.

that night i attempted again. i felt myself floating, losing whatever it was that tethered me to my corporeal self. yet i am here still typing out this post in 2023. how and why? because a thought hit me, and i scrambled to get the wire off of my neck. “i won’t be able to watch going seventeen in the afterlife, if there was an afterlife at all.” it seems so goofy and insane, especially now while looking back, but it was enough to get me to panic and stop before i could succeed.

that’s how seventeen gave me something to live for. it sounds so inconsequential and dumb, yes, but when you’re teetering on the edge, the tiniest pull matters. my motivation from then on was to make it to wednesday to watch going seventeen, then if i wanted to die after that, so be it. but the desire to watch 13 men be goofy on camera, to see them with so much adoration and affection for each other and their fans, was so much greater. it helped me get through each week, and before i knew it weeks turned into months and months turned into a year. they filled me with so much love and inspiration, helped me get back up on my feet and feel normal again, gave me a community filled with kind, creative, and equally loving people from all over the world.

they’re not the answer to my problems, i know that. i’m still struggling. but without them i wouldn’t even be able to live to see the day that i overcome those problems. thanks to them, i found the will to better myself. thanks to them, i can look forward to what the future holds. i hope i am allowed the honor of knowing and loving them like this in every lifetime. ‘til the last say the name!!!

“It’s our first time living this life, so how can we be good from the beginning? Even I’m still having a hard time. Let’s learn together.” — Hoshi

[benefits1986]

Greene Eats Brown

Seduction is a dance that takes two to tango minus the tanga. 

The first time I came across Robert Greene’s The Art of Seduction was when I’m buried in paperworks for Kotler & Friends to keep my grant going. Since I can’t focus at home, my “workspace” back in Taft were the library, the study hall and the arguably haunted cubicle in the restroom that has no mirrors. During wee hours, I really put aside Starbucks Torre Lorenzo funds because it was a space where I can down deadly deadlines. Back then, this place is super steady and ready for action. LOL.  The book has a good body of valid arguments, however, it has the male gaze all over it. I got bored and skimmed through some chapters and eventually got tired of it. The male gaze and a female wanting to shatter the glass ceiling and crash the mythical male floor is shaking her head as she laughed wickedly.  I didn’t bother looking him up because he’s obviously sharing opinions that are jagged. Again, his line of thoughts are commendable BUT it lacks diversity. I’m not forcing as I fully accept that it is undeniably a good book. It’s been a bestseller for ages and has been popping up again in snack-sized content formats along with its derivatives.  When I saw him on this video, I was floored. Wala talaga sa looks ang seduction. That’s the liquid gold lesson. LOL. But, apart from that, let me put Greene and Brown as in Brene Brown together. Why so? In this video, I can’t help but see that Greene is turning into a Brown as he tackles his vulnerabilities in a more gender-neutral light. Search: TED TALK Power of Vulnerability Brene Brown. I guess this is what made me a TED watcher ages ago. Also, she has a podcast but seems contrived a bit because she is pouncing on marking her territory to keep the fuckers outta her spotlight. I like her books better kasi mas dalisay. You can also do handwritten notes or if you’re on Kindle or whatever, plug in your own insights so you can BYOB lessons sa life and work.  I am liking how he has been dealing with his most vulnerable chapter to date. EAT BROWN. SUCK IT, GREENE. C’MON. Hands down-ish naman ako sa kanya here and now. Brene Brown is my OG paradigm shifter. Since 200X until now, I’m salivating over the thought of working for her even when I know she is a walking red flag, too. Finally, a woman whose force is felt and lived in a world where the male gaze persists. Eto namang si Steven Bartlett mas malala pa kay Boy Abunda mag-pry and probe. But, I like it. Bigwasan ng insights. Much needed and wanted.  Like Bossing Mo Gawdat, Greene is on his way to bow down and bend over even when obviously, both lack flexibility. LOL. Seriously, though, my “the future is female; the future is now” mindset along with other feminists is starting to come through. My feminism is not bound by shattering men and pulverising them. Heck, no. A good number of my realest, strongest bonds are with men. What I’m after is a space where women no longer need to hold their horses and/or hike up their skirts a little way more than more, just because a man in the room might get floored. Ganun lang. Wala sa gender ‘yan. It’s about co-existence.   What’s my best case in as far as The Art of Seduction application IRL is concerned?  Been doing stakeholder management for some time and so far, it’s been paying the bills and the life after bills. Still have a lot to fine-tune but, I’d give myself a DECENT or SAKS LANG rating.  The most interesting and worthwhile seduction case I’ve had to date are centered on managing two taboo realities: DEATH AND CHEATING DEATH. A few months ago, I saw my dad really pissed about how there’s so much chaos in matters about my ina’s condition. My dad rarely talks but when he does, chances are he’d really smash egos, hearts and brains, all at once. Since mom is not around to manage him, I agreed to be his spokesperson. I abhorred this at first, but, I chose to be the bigger person even when in theory, I should have stayed out of this because technically, I’m out of line. Like always. LOL.  The Challenge: Put six seniors together on one page given that ina is in a really, really bad shape. There’s a #TeamLetGo and #TeamHangOn doused with the whole male-dominated negotiation table.  Using the pillars of Greene and mixing it with Brown, I gathered all PAKE that I have and designed talking points with one too many scenarios. I summed up my plea: WE ALL WANT THE BEST FOR INA. ALL FEELINGS ARE VALID. INA DESERVES TO BE GIVEN THE BEST CARE THAT’S ALIGNED WITH HER WISH WHEN SHE IS STILL CONSCIOUS AND VERY MUCH AWARE.  This may already be arguably biased but I didn’t say this in one go. It was broken down to tiny frameworks that give all six boomers a chance to show their cards. Syempre, Tagalog pong tumatagos and very neutral ang ating takada. Even when dad lambasted me so many times because he finds me too neutral, I told him to shut the fuck up and let me do my thing. While I know so well that we’re running out of time, I know that this case is leading to one and only destination. Hence, time is not a consideration. What matters more is what happens now and after my ina expires.  Boomer mindset juxtaposed with millennial mindset is both crazy and good. Boomers secretly envy millennials who move beyond their daily grind and chart the roads less taken. Millennials, on the other hand, salute how boomers manage to stick with their routine and keep at it. What are the common grounds? Struggles, wins, validation, taxes, and death.  And so, during the really pivotal negotiation which is this 2023′s hard-to-beat deliverable, I have to put my seduction fascinator on and keep it in place. LOL. Arte yarnnn kahit hapit at sagad na talaga ang mga sunogs? I say, yes. Why not, right? Why not?  My tita reached out and told me how I was in between the whole dramarama na pang-primetime bida. I actually laughed and messaged her that I’m treating all family members as my stakeholders. She was confused but she thanked me. Deep inside though, I was and still am shattered. Damn, girl. Na-connect talaga sa project gaming ang nego sa lola niya, ano po? I had to because I can’t let my emotions override my actions. My ina deserves to be given what she wants and how she wants it. Tapos. End of story. So, I have to align and get 50+1 votes for this. Had ina been a meh or shitty lola, I might have been shaken as I go about this negotiation, but hell, no.  And so, The Talk With The Boom 6 happened. I gave myself a 1 to 2-hour deadline to get the YES votes. We have to move fast because I can no longer take the bad vibes whenever I am near anyone of the Boom 6. LOL. Empath’s curse. UGH. Emotions boiled over. Harsh words flew. Cries and short breaths abound. What I learned is that everyone needs and wants to be heard, even when you know your case and your thesis. This is the anchor of seduction. All feelings are valid no matter how shitty, fucked up and laughable they are.  After the emotional deluge and the emotional damage, I laid out two scenarios and painted a vivid picture of logistics, cost estimates, hidden cost estimates and most importantly, what each scenarios would cost the people around ina. I tried to keep my tears down low so I won’t appear affected. Thank u, universe for really, really tough negotiations that involve taxes. LOL. Udabest po!  The Boom 6 listened, thankfully. Seduction is a series of pushes and pulls, too. Pauses, stops, and a the whole shebang of the multiverse on non-verbal cues need to be in place, too. There’s no cookie-cutter template, only a baseline template that would evolve like a Pokemon as you dance with fire and ice. Seduction is like Potions Class. You really have to think and feel and act based on how the nego is going BUT with your bias.  Seduction is meant for an audience of one. Truth be told, all throughout this experience, I was thinking about mother dragon and very rare badge of approval. LELS. PATAY. I’ve been looking at a designated imaginary space where she’d likely be should she be here as I go about my wild ride with the Boom 6. In negotiations, there may be one too many stakeholders, but, in reality, there is one and only one primary mover and shaker. Keep your focus on that one audience and work around it, with it, and for it. In this case, my audience of one is a combo: Mother Dragon and Ina. See? It’s not about the Boom 6. Defining your audience is a pillar of the art of seduction. Failing to define your audience of one will surely put you down the drain even if you’re backed with irrefutable numbers. LUH.  Defining the audience of one enables you to shut down all forms of intimidation as in each one big fight, too. :) Easier said than done, baby; but can be done and could be done. Also, pair this with my kind of fight... search for a blue ocean strategy. Google mo na lang JICYMI. It’s been buried by TikTok trends and filters na e. Cuties over pursuit of things in life and work that matters most era na talaga tayo ihh. For me though, it’s gotta be cyan because maarte ako like that plus blue ocean is more alive when doused with green. Don’t fight me because it’s true as verified by mother nature and human nature.  Seduction is also about allowing a specific BUT undetectable perimeter where people can go all out, but knowing how to shrink or expand it given your end goal. It’s also a mix of asking tough questions and providing a safe space where people can be vulnerable even when they have their own agenda and their own schools of thoughts. Seduction is proximity gaming, too. Get too close and you’d burn. Stay too distant and you’d lose it instantly. Seduce sparingly and you’d likely be shut down. Seduce all the way, OK, but, shit, you’d most likely be UMAY to whomever you’re dancing with.  Lastly, seduction that has no physical contact is cutting as it runs deeply. Getting physical is the result of seduction --either a punch in the face or... alam na this. LOL. LUH. Not safe for Tumblr bilang ang aga-aga. Skip na natin ‘yan for now because it’s irrelevant.  Bakit parang love life ang slant ng nego mode ko? Bakiiittt? Kung ganito lang ako sa totoong buhay, may jowa na me. LOL. CHZ. That can wait. And who knows, it may be on its way. KALOKA. Ready na ba me, mhie? Bakit parang nasasakal na agad ako? Bakit parang gusto kong CTRL ALT DEL ‘tong part na ‘to pati ‘tong buong thought fart na ‘to. LOL. Seriously, though (while I Swear played bigla sa Spotify reco. Tangina ka. Na-anxiety ako sa’yo.), seduction is an art worth deep diving into. Lifeskill siya and life hack, too.  And so, after an hour or so, we’ve arrived at our destination in the name of ina’s final destination. It wasn’t easy but, we winged it. Team Panganay on steroids talaga brought home the big, fat bacon. Team Panganay means all mga panganay na anak ng Boom 6 na ‘di bumitaw and binigyan ako ng space ko to do my thing so we can have a solid frontline, backline and sideline. Tagapag-bagsak lang ako ng case. No one walked out. No over-the-top BP. No one collapsed. No one raised a voice. No one went overboard, thankfully. Boomers are usually not able to voice out their concerns let alone their hidden hearts, minds and spirits. Siguro, gagawa na talaga ako ng Center For Wellness: Boomers And Aging Millennials Version --ang kanlungan ng mga misunderstood at feeling taken for granted. Very scalable, may puso, may kagat, and will most likely reap a cash flow that will enable me to be financially free. CHAR. May team na rin ako in mind and probable source of funding for the agile team here and abroad. CHAR ULIT. LOL.  Thankfully, ina’s last days and her funeral has been a decent and worthwhile one. Everyone huddled and did their best. And I was there on the sidelines to align people. Siguro, one of the most cutting tiny stotylines I got is from my cousin. She came to me in silent tears as she thanked me for taking one for the whole team of 70-80+ people and counting. She also said na the effort from her and team was nothing compared to dad and I’s efforts. Sabi ko naman, wala ‘yun. Maliit na bagay. And that, wala ‘yun sa liit o laki ng effort, sa funds shared and even sa time spent. Nagkataon lang single ako and ready to rachada plus dad is also very supportive kahit mega away kami sa behind the scenes. I held back tears kasi I can really see the pressure on her as the legit rep of the pangangay na apo sa pangangay na anak ni ina, but that does not matter. I also thanked her family for all the super scheduled prayer time since my ina is a fan of prayers din talaga. Sabi ko rin na ang kaya ko lang unting funds, tulong, negos but formulaic prayers are never my thing talaga. She cried a bit more and I kept a safe distance. Baka magpakawala ako ng 4D tears e. LOL.  Side Kwento: Since my vice is TRUST ISSUE. Even when a good number of family members thanked me and affirmed me, mhie, down the shit hole ako. I felt that I could have done better. Andaming tiny details I could have zoomed in on. Daming areas for improvement. In my head and heart, lagi kong kinakausap mom ko and iniisip ko ano bang sasabihin niya if andito siya. Lagot. So olats na ako agad. Gets? :D Dami kong what if’s pero, in line with being kindest to myself, I’m forcing myself to accept these validations. Hirap, mhie. Nakakasagad ng pake. Kasi for me, lahat ng bagay nadadaan talaga sa matino at dalisay na usapan. Ganun lang. Saka, I am never enough pa rin kahit anong mangyari, after all. LUH. But, again, we are inching toward candy-colored skies. Unti-unti. Abangan. I am getting there. 

[writingwife-83]

Thanks for tagging me @keeptheotherone this sounds like fun! ☺️

Guidelines: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20,  just list them all.) Choose your favourite opening line, tag some friends!

Here’s my last 20 (wow this is long lol) and it includes a mix of sherlolly and reylo fics. For the ones that the first line isn’t obvious, I indicated the ship...

Green- It all started three weeks ago. (Reylo)

For the Best- Sherlock stepped up to the window, close enough that his nose was nearly touching the glass, riveted go the simple action of trunks being placed one by one into the carriage.

Happy Pi Day- “Sherlock, you got a text from Molly while you were questioning that shopkeeper,” John said, handing over his mobile when he climbed in the cab.

So Do You- “I hope you’ll be very happy, Molly Hooper,” Sherlock murmured, his voice gentle like thunder, and Molly allowed herself to enjoy the way it rolled over her.

The Anderson Method- “My goodness!” Molly exclaimed, walking through the door of 221B.

Bad Day, Was It?- “So...bad day, was it?” Molly asked, stepping back in the the room after beholding quite a sight through the window.

The Treasure of Exegol Island- Rey hoisted herself up once more, reaching for the root near the top of the ledge she’d just toppled over, but it seemed no use.

Away From It All- Molly got out of the rental car, walking around behind it and leaning against a nearby tree as she dialed the number, waiting while the line trilled.

Armistice- Several alarms suddenly blared to life as the ship fell out of hyperspace. (Reylo)

Somewhere Out There- Rey shifted on the creaky cot, flailing in the darkness to hit the clock that was beeping incessantly.

Beholden- Molly Hooper opened the door of her home, stepping outside and switching the sign on the window to indicate that the apothecary was open for business.

His Color- “Hey, Sherlock, where you off to?”

Under the Stars- Rey rode swiftly away from the castle and through the woods until she reached the clearing, stopping right by the border wall before dismounting and tying her horse.

Not the Same- Molly stepped into the shower, breathing the steam in deep and closing her eyes as the hot water caressed her tired body.

Hard to Get Rid Of- Ben and Rey walked briskly down the street, hair plastered to their faces and clothing literally dripping.

First Night- The crickets were almost deafening, Molly thought to herself with a chuckle as she stepped out the back kitchen door.

Drowning- It was difficult to believe this was the very same spot. (Sherlolly)

Finally Whole- Rey lifted her hand, feeling drops as they started coming down.

All Better- Molly walked cautiously, blackened rubble crunching beneath her feet with every step.

Impressive- Sherlock walked back from the car, frustrated with himself and ready to apologize to Molly that he still hadn’t been able to find matches.

Ok so my opening lines are kinda...blah. 😆 hard to choose a favorite for that reason, but I guess I’ll go with #2. I will now tag @musicprincess1990 @simplyshelbs16xoxo @englandsgray @love-yellow-door @strawberrypatty and anyone else who would like to participate! 🙌🏻

[justreadertings]

Bad Dreams

Ok this is just a quick thing that has been sitting in my drafts forever, and I finished it up now! I wanted to share it because despite how amazing New York was... I MISSED MY MOM!!! and I missed you guys! so here’s some writing lol. Also I love Canon Aelin, and Mom Aelin. Ok, enjoy!- Magee

Masterlist

Tw: mentions of torture, vibes of “slipping through my fingers” from Mama Mia

Aelin was not bored. Gods bless her, if she ever was. No, she was just… waiting. 

The castle was quiet, and she was perched atop her throne, drawing pictures in the wooden armrest. It was the first moment of peace she’d had all day. Being queen was a tiring, all consuming job. She closed her Ashryver eyes. Something would come along soon, demanding her attention. But for right now… this was nice. 

Her brief peace was ended with the careful opening of the throne room doors. Her eyes stayed closed as the door shut. She didn’t even want to know what was about to be asked of her.

“Mama?”

Her eyes opened. Being a mother was a tiring, all consuming job. But she adored it even more than being queen of her great nation. 

“Yes, Evalin dearest?” 

Her eldest, sixteen in age, stood proud in front of her. She was a picture of Aelin herself, with her features and cunning, but with the tan of her father- and the calculation of him, as well. Evalin was his perfect warrior. She was to make the fiercest defender of Terrasen the world had ever seen. Yet her sweetness had come completely from her namesake, her soft edges reminding Aelin and Rowan of the beauty of childhood without threat of war.

“I wanted to ask you something,” her daughter said, eyes earnest. 

Aelin eyed her child’s leathers, her messy braid and sweaty brow. “What did Uncle Fen tell you this time?” Aelin should have never allowed Fenrys to train her daughter in the art of defense. He was nothing but a gossip. 

Evalin smiled, fondly. “No, it wasn’t him.”

Aelin made grabby- hands toward her. “Don’t just stand there looking at me,” she joked. “Come here to me. Let me kiss on you.”

Evalin did come to her, but she batted her hands away. “Ugh, I’m all sweaty. Leave me alone.”

“You’re no fun,” Aelin pouted. She poked her daughter’s cheek as she perched on the arm of her chair. “Just like your papa.”

Evalin scowled like Rowan, too. Still, Aelin combed the top of her child’s head. She was grateful for the quiet of the room. It was so rare that she got time alone with just her eldest. Evalin was her world. All her children were. Aelin thanked every god who was still holy, who still had a say in this world, that she was around to create such wonders. They were her greatest accomplishment.

“I had a dream,” her daughter told her.

Aelin frowned at Evalin’s serious tone. “What about it worries you?”

“It was-” she began. “I tried to run it out. Tried to beat it out. But I just… I can’t stop thinking about it.”

“About what?” Aelin tried to clarify. She’d had to work on her patience greatly in parenthood.

Evalin bit at her fingernails. Aelin remembered what it was like being sixteen. Granted, her life experience and her daughter’s life experience differed wildly- thank the heavens- but still. She knew Evalin had to be nervous about something. 

“It was about you.”

Aelin shifted. She ran a soothing hand down Evalin’s back. “What about me?”

Evalin covered her eyes, as if she had a headache. “It was… you were locked up.”

Aelin’s blood froze. “I was locked up?”

Her child nodded. “You- I think something happened to you. You kept…” her throat bobbed. “You were screaming. For papa. For anyone. And just- screaming.”

Aelin’s eyes filled with tears. She wrapped her arms around Evalin, and brought her to sit on her lap as if she were still as wee as the youngest, Eire. 

Evalin stared at Aelin’s eyes. Her dusty hands reached out to her mother’s face. “Mama…”

Aelin wiped her eyes. “I’m sorry,” she said, trying to compose herself. “I just… I used to have dreams like that.”

“Like what?”

Aelin’s voice turned soft, and she thought about her daughter’s namesake. “Memories. Things I should not know, should not remember. And dreams of my mother.”

They were quiet for a moment, and Aelin could have sworn Evalin was five again, sneaking into her and Rowan’s bed for soothing. “Why did I have that dream, mama?” Evalin’s voice broke. 

Aelin swallowed, wishing Rowan were beside her. He was always better at these harder conversations. “You know about the war,” Aelin began.

“You saved the world,” Evalin said, nodding. 

Aelin’s heart warmed. “I suppose you could say that.” She traced her daughter’s beautiful face. “But it did not cost nothing. I made sacrifices. I-” she paused, reminding herself of all the beauty that had followed her out of the darkness. “I wanted to save Terrasen. Before anything else.”

Her daughter nodded, listening thoughtfully like her papa. 

“But I had to make a choice, once. To save Terrasen or myself.” Her eyes filled with tears. “And the world deserved better than what it had. I wanted that world, a better world, for my people. For your father, your aunts and uncles.”

It was not to hurt her feelings, but Evalin asked, “it meant you were sacrificing us, too.” Her daughter looked so much like her husband, then, both devastation and calculation in her Ashryver eyes. “You would not have… me, Eden, Elyntia, Elspeth, even Eire… we would not have existed.”

Aelin’s hands shook around her daughter. “And I thank everything powerful in this world that that future did not come to pass.”

Evalin tilted her face. Sadness graced her features. “You gave up so much.”

Warm tears pressed Aelin’s eyes. “Yes, baby. I did.”

Then, Evalin just scooted down further, settling in her mother’s lap. Aelin pressed her lips to her daughter’s head, regretting time for making her baby grow so fast. Still, she could rock gently, and her first born laughed against her chest as she sang the folk song that put Eire to sleep every night. It was the same song she’d sung to all of her beautiful, wonderful cabal of children.

“Can you stop growing?” Aelin whispered against her daughter’s hair.

Evalin squeezed her. “I’ll try, Mama.”

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[viridessense]

Ready, set, ah fuck

I’m back on my a/b/o shit yo, but make it Top Gun.

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I’ve been agonising about how to swing this for like two weeks, but now I’m at a point where I might be kinda happy with the foundations of it, so I’m putting it on here in the faint hope that it’ll pressure me into sticking with it(hehe because that always works).

SO! Because military setting(gross for realsies, fuck yeah for fic amirite?) it’s a wee bit tricky, but let’s say I like a challenge. What I do know is that it basically floats around a few hard yesses that I started out with:

Maverick is am omega, which means that in some point in the 80s it should have been legal for omegas to join the navy.

Ice Man is an alpha, and because we want maximum angst, we’re just gonna go ahead and say that at that point, fraternising within your unit was a BIG NO.

Ice already had two kids by the time he went to Top Gun. I’m thinking marriage/pack bond of convenience, because he’s from a rich(Richy richidy RIIIICH) family, receiving his inheritance is contingent upon some stupid shit like whether or not you’re married with kids and at which level in your career you are. Sarah! Lovely society beauty omega Sarah would also like to get her inheritance thank you very much, and to get the fuck out from under her family’s thumb. They make bored-to-tears eye-contact at a gala and it was lets-be-rich-and-independent-together-also-hey-you’re-pretty-great at first sight. (Later, when Sarah is introduced to fellow omega Olivia Kerner, Ice has to threaten Slider with bodily harm if he doesn’t stop laughing, because now he has TWO omegas in his pack that are neither related nor attracted to him).

Of the dagger squad, Bob, Phoenix and Fritz are omegas, Rooster, Hangman, Payback, Halo and Yale are alphas, with Coyote, Fanboy, Harvard and Omaha as betas (and boy, did I overthink this to the high heavens. There’s a chart. It’s colour-coded).

These are the four laws of Viri’s Top Gun Omegaverse, around which everything else was contructed, kinda. So, as I mentioned, maximum angst required. So prior to let’s say, 1980(this might change because, uh, space and future and stuff) omegas were not permitted to join the armed forces because the contemporary family unit would’ve been threatened!!! But ya’ll know about the sexual liberation of the 60-70s, and so things were a’changin’. There was also! The first successful, long-term birth control method(suppressants) which meant the nay-sayers lost their ace. So, during the 80’s the law banning omegas was lifted, and voila, Pete ‘Maverick’ Mithcell waltzed(read; clawed, kicked, swung) his way in and bam.

But then there were some…issues. Mainly that suppressants, especially the kind the brass recommended, were not that reliable and were actually pretty fucking catastrophically bad for some users. Quite a few lawsuits dominated headlines for the latter half of the 80s and ultimately the powers that be put the issue of omegas in the military under a moratorium, which meant no new omegas could join, and omegas that had already joined were holding onto their jobs by the skin of their teeth.

For Mav, that meant agreeing to be a test subject for some things [cough super soldier cough] and a few years later, BAM a brand new product hit the omega birth control market: the implant.

How this new implant works is that it prevented heats until a certain threshold of ‘happy, pack, nesting’ hormones was met, after which it only kept them regular and prevented babies. Badda bing badda boom, heats during deployments problem solved, right??

Well, no. Because where before there was mostly warrior packs(something left over from ancient-ish times, where soldiers were harvesting when they weren’t fighting), where betas, alphas and yes, even omegas, only formed a bond based on like, camaraderie, you-watch-my-back-I’ll-watch-yours stuff. Temporary, an instinctual drive towards conflict-resolution(lol idk) and mutual survival! Warrior packs also tend to be way bigger, whereas family packs, even before The Contemporary Family Unit, tended to be small. 50 people vs. 12, maybe 15, far often even fewer than that. However, the unforeseen side effect of the implant was that omegas only went into heat with people they really trusted and even felt compatible with. Which, shocker apparently to the people in charge, can totally be the people you’re deployed with.

And so, for the first time since the light bulb and the industrial revolution, family packs emerged. Where you get any number of alphas, betas and omegas living together, thriving, living their best lives, and not necessarily cohabitating with the sole purpose of reproducing! Back in Ye Olden Days, you could have a massive fucking house with like, four family units smooshed together, sharing resources and childcare. In modern times, it’s a little more transient, in that most people enter a family pack during their college years, basically a pack to mature and grow with that isn’t your parents, until you find The One(or two) and form a Contemporary Family Unit(wow I’m getting tired of hearing myself think that). So you deploy with you Ship Family, kinda, and come back to your Home Family(though with time these came to overlap, A Lot).

(Yes what I’m saying is that the Top Gun Class of 86 formed the first ever military family pack and it’s all Mav’s fault)

Anyway for now I’ll stop rambling. This was mostly to sort it out in my head, because I tend to ramble(yes, even more than here) when its just myself in my notebook, and because I’m lazy half of it doesn’t get written down and thus forgotten or tripped over later as a plot/logic-hole.