#I'm just so happy to find a field I'm comfy with

[supercantaloupe]

i mentioned to my roommate that i was applying to work at a nearby tea shop among other places and she was like "are you sure you'll be able to deal with that?" which like. she meant like sensory wise (she said specifically cause in the past i'd mentioned being possibly/probably autistic and the location will likely be loud and crowded for long periods of time, two things i don't handle super well generally) and i do appreciate the concern but also like. for one thing it's about as decent a job as i have even a chance of getting (walking distance, wage isn't the best but with tips it's pretty decent, you get free tea during your shift) and for another thing i think literally all of my options at this point are going to be in the same situation so it's not like i can afford to be super picky here

[gawkingatyourface]

Sweetest Tail | Preview

summary: A new recruit, Sas joined the Hazbin Hotel after the extermination which made Charlie so happy that she was jumping with joy. This new recruit took the whole crew to their only family that was outside of Pentagram City. Not realizing what they were getting into or more like whom they'll meet.

pairing: Lucifer x reader , Alastor x reader , Azrael x reader

warnings: angst, swearing, violence

notes: hi guys! this is my side blog for Hazbin Hotel stories hehe I've been so obsessed with the show as well as the songs. Just everything about it, pulled me in lol anyway, this is just a little preview of a story I'm working on. Hope you guys like it! Let me know if it's good or not hehe

"Are we almost there toots? We've been walking for who knows how long?!" Angel complained as Husk chuckled beside them.

"We are. Just a few more." The new recruit named Sas said back as he looked around to see a familiar building.

Well the only building in the middle of no where.

Everyone looked at the building before looking at Sas with curious and judgmental looks.

He turned back at them and rolled his eyes.

"It might look bad from the outside but inside it's way better. Haven't you guys ever heard of not judging a book from its cover."

"Don't read books."

"Nope."

"What's a book?"

Sas raised an eyebrow at them and shook his head.

"Come on. She's waiting for us."

That caught Charlie's attention.

"She? Are we here for another recruit?"

Sas shook his head.

"I don't think she wants to redeem herself to heaven. She hates heaven for a reason that I can't tell you."

"Oh..."

That made Charlier sad as Vaggie comforted her.

"She's also my big sister so flirting is off limits." He said towards Angel whom just laughed and stick their tongue out at him.

"Well, he's got a point." Husk commented which Angel glared at him.

Alastor was quiet as he had never heard of this place. He eyed the place with suspicious as he kept silent. He even glanced to see Lucifer even curious about this place. He figured that he didn't know this place as well.

The King of Hell didn't know of this place, how odd.

Sas stood in front of the door and glanced at everyone for a second before he opened the door to reveal a well, styled place.

A café.

Multiple types of demons were chatting away their lives, not caring whom had came in.

Everyone was astonished at how well designed this place was. It was old fashioned. With paintings and sculptures all around the area. There was a small bar on the right side of the place. On the far left corner, there was a small stage that someone was performing with a piano which gave the whole place the old times vibes.

Alastor really liked it. It reminded him back when he was a human.

Charlie was amazed at how everyone was so chill and collected.

No bloodshed. No violence.

Just calm and enjoyment.

Vaggie also liked at how calm the environment was. She could breathe in peace and not worry about protecting Charlie and the rest.

Angel thought the place was cool and stuff but their eyes were definitely on the bar and the variety of drinks they had.

Even Husk was astonished at the bar choices.

Niffty was on Alastor' shoulder before dropping to the ground. Her expressions about the place was hilarious. She eyed the whole place like a little girl in a field trip. So excited to explore the whole place for roaches.

"This place is amazing! Where are the roaches?!"

Sas managed to grab her before she ran all over the place and caused a rukus.

"Calm down Niffty. I'll let my sister know first for you to find the roaches."

"Yay! Where is she?! I need to kill them roaches!"

Sas shook his head before he handed Niffty to Angel and made his way to the bar.

Lucifer stood beside Charlie as he was amazed at the place interior design. It felt homey. So comfy and relaxing. It somewhat warmed his heart.

Sas nodded at the bartender and went back to the group.

"She'll be here in a bit. While we wait, let's go sit and get some drinks."

"Whoo! Finally!" Angel said as they all went to a table on the far end of the place.

"So what's this sister of yours like Sas?" Charlie asked as she sat beside Vaggie.

"Yeah, you make her sound so mysterious."

"As long as she doesn't kill us."

Before Sas could say anything, a angelic voice was heard.

"I don't think killing my little brother's friends would do me any good."

Everyone turned around to see a rather exquisite creature in front of them. Aside from Sas that looked at her with a big smile and teary eyes.

Standing in front of them was [Y/N], a nine tailed fox that was wearing a rather comfy dress with rested above her knees. Her eyes staring at each face with curiosity and interest.

Just like they were all looking at her with interest especially two of them.

Lucifer and Alastor.

They couldn't keep their eyes off of her. It was like she was hypnotizing them with just her eyes.

"[Y/N]!"

Sas yelled out as he got up and ran towards her; hugging her so tight.

She giggled at his excitement as she wrapped her arms around him tightly. She surely did miss him.

"Well, is it just me or you've gotten handsomer since the last time I saw you? Was it a year ago or so?"

Sas nodded as he hugged her tighter. He had missed her so much.

She smiled down at him as she stroked his hair with care and loving.

Charlie looked at her with big, sparkling eyes especially at the sigh of her nine tails. She had never seen anyone with so many tails. They looked so amazing.

"Her tails are gorgeous." She whispered to Vaggie whom nodded at her in agreement.

"You must be Charlie."

Charlie froze as she noticed that she had been staring too long at her tails that she didn't realize that she just spoke to her. She quickly got up and bowed at her.

"Yes I am!"

[Y/N]'s eyes widen before giggled at how adorable Charlie was acting.

"There's no need to bow Charlie. After all, you are the Princess of Hell. It's an honor for you to visit my place." [Y/N] said with grace as she slightly bowed since Sas was still hugging her.

"Well, Sas wanted us to meet you. He said that he really missed you and I wanted to have a conversation with you as well."

That caught [Y/N]'s attention.

"It's a pleasure to meet you all as well and what would you like to discuss with me?"

She patted Sas head for him to let her go as they both went to sit down. She sat on the empty chair between Lucifer and Alastor which Sas didn't like at all. He pouted as he sat beside Angel.

Lucifer gasped a bit as he glanced to see [Y/N] up close which made her even more beautiful in his eyes. The way she carried herself was something that attracted him to her but his face turned to a glare as he noticed the Radio Demon looking at her as well.

Alastor kept his eyes on her with a big smile on his face. Yet, this smile was different from his usual one. It was softer, like he had fallen in love at first sight yet he denied it. He had a plan and goal to get his soul back. That was all he needed. He didn't have time to fall for someone like her. There's no way.

But he couldn't help but keep his eyes on her, watching her every move especially her tails.

They looked so soft. He had the urge to touch them. He even had the idea that if she lets him touch her, he'd gladly let her touch his. His eyes widen at the realization at what he was thinking as he glanced away from her, not wanting anyone to notice his infatuation with her.

But one did.

And they weren't happy at all.

The King of Hell had been glaring at the Radio Demon. Alastor couldn't help but smirk back at him as if it was a competition which they both decided that it was.

"Well, it's mostly about my dream to help my people. I'm sure Sas has told you about the Hazbin Hotel."

[Y/N] nodded.

"Well, it's a hotel for sinners to redeem themselves so they can have a better life and possibly go to Heaven."

As Charlie went on about her dream and the improvement that everyone has been doing; [Y/N] was lost in thought about her idea. It did seem like a good idea but knowing how Heaven is especially Adam and Sera; it wasn't gonna happen.

Everyone wanted to go up to Heaven because of the paradise yet for some it wasn't worth it.

It was quiet for a bit until [Y/N] felt a spark from someone touching her hand-well more like both her hands which got her out of her mind and blinked several times to bring her back.

"[Y/N], you alright?"

Before she could say anything, she glanced to see that Lucifer and Alastor were the ones that awoken her. She gave them a small smile but that quickly disappeared as she felt a presence that she hadn't felt in a while.

A long time.

She knew that Lucifer was sitting next to her whom couldn't take his eyes off her along with the wide smiled guy that was sitting next to him.

No this was someone else.

Someone that she's been trying to hide from.

Her eyes widen at the realization as she quickly got up which got everyone's attention.

"You all need to-"

A loud crash was heard at the front door which made everyone gasp as they all stood up.

[Y/N] looked at the bartender and gave him a signal which he returned as he took several of the customers to the back door for safety. Just from the explosion, she automatically knew who it was.

It was him. For sure.

"Sis, what's going on?" Sas said as he gripped onto her hand tightly, not knowing what was going on.

"I need you to take your friends out of here. Someone is here and they don't take lightly-"

"Oh sweet [Y/N]...are you here darling?" A mocking, sweet voice was heard.

One that she knew so well that she got chills all over her body.

Lucifer stood up as well, knowing that voice as well. He didn't believe that he'd be here. He couldn't be.

"There's no way that.."

"It is him."

She answered him, not even looking at him.

Lucifer's eyes widen as he looked at [Y/N] whom was looking straight ahead in a glare.

"How is that...why is he even here?"

[Y/N] kept silent as the cloud of dust started to disappear to reveal the person that they were talking about.

"My sweet [Y/N], oh how I've missed you."

The voice got deeper as the view got clearer.

"Dad, what is going on? Who is that?"

Lucifer stood beside [Y/N] as he couldn't answer Charlie, he was too shocked at whom was in front of him.

"Oh my, we have some company. How fun. Guess this will make my work even easier." The figure revealed to be Azrael, the Angel of Death.

"Azrael."

Hearing her say his name made his smile wider as he took steps closer to her.

"How lovely your voice sounds when you say my name, wifey."

Everyone was shocked.

WIFEY?!

...

[captjprice]

Hiiii , you are one of my favs and I was wondering here me out . You know how British monarchy knights people for good things imagine the 141 task force find out their s/o was knighted . Could be for anything from science to military. Just a thought 😅. Much love ❤️

TF 141 x Knighted!Reader Drabble

A/n: I'm so happy to hear that I'm one of your favs, just in general I didn't really think my blogs would get much love. It's really surprised me. Thank you so much for the love ❤️‍🩹 I did a little research, but I'm not British so it might not be spot on lollolololl

Mentions: lass used once but for the rest GN!Reader, fluff, I left it kinda open for what you got knighted except for prices so ppl can kinda self insert

• John price

It came up in simple conversation, totally unexpected. It was no secret that as a field medic, you had saved many lives (Including John's) while keeping yourself going at the same time. It was impressive.

John's arm hangs lazily over your waist as you lounge together, leg crossed over the other. You're chatting about how you ended up working as a field medic, not so briefly mentioning that at one point, you had reached a certain number of lives saved.

And that you had gotten knighted for it.

The way you had said it was so calm, almost like it wasn't a big thing at all.

John sits up, his eyes widening as he looks down at you, who seems confused as to why he's just gotten out of the comfy position. "You're knighted? You got knighted, love?" A big smile spreads on his face, and he places a big kiss onto your cheeks. He's so proud of you. He was before, but knowing this makes him feel just a little warmer inside.

He's smiley about it, the whole day. Giddily slipping the fact that you're knighted into every conversation he has with anybody that isn't you.

• Johnny "Soap" Mactavish

It's a heated make out session, causing you to almost burst through the door into your quarters, the hinges creaking as you close it behind you.

Johnny's hands firmly wrap around your wrists and press you against a wall, wary to not push you against the shelf close to you. His eyes flit to it, then back to your lips. Johnny seems to go in for a kiss, but stalls and pulls back when he sees a photograph of you at the knighting ceremony.

With a quirk of your brow, you watch as he grabs it, inspecting it. "What, you— you got knighted?" He asks, admiring the picture for a moment before glancing at you. You smile softly in response to his question, and nod. "Yeah. Just before we became.. friends, actually. You didn't know?" You say, gently taking the photograph out of his hands and putting it back ontop of the shelf. "I did not, bonnie.. but I shouldn't be surprised. Not with the likes of you, talented lass." Johnny whispers, allowing you to pull him back in for the kiss.

• Simon "Ghost" Riley

You didn't actually tell him. He found out himself, just after the two of you had gotten into a relationship. It's not like he was wary, just curious— So he searched you up.

He definitely didn't expect this, he knew you were talented, but god.. getting knighted? The swell in his heart only got worse when he read about it, his lips quirking into a small smile. He just wondered why you didn't tell him?

It's a few days later that he surprises you in the morning, wrapping his arms around your waist while you're cooking up whatever..

"When were you going to tell me?" He asks gruffly, almost sounding accusing at first. It makes you turn and raise a brow, pressing a kiss to his lips for a moment. "Tell you what?" You ask, genuinely confused. He tilts his head, and you feel like you're in trouble..

"That you got bloody knighted? Were you just going to hide it from me, sweetheart?" Simon tugs you a little closer, spinning for a moment. Your worried expression fades into a lazy smile, and you shake your head. "Oh, Simon.. Seriously? That was a while ago."

"So? I wanna know who I'm marryin' in the future. I wanna know what you've accomplished." He says, his voice softer than usual. You snicker, your cheeks slightly burning. "Yeah, fine. I'll tell you over breakfast, hm?"

• Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Absolutely flabbergasted. Does not believe you at first, thinks you're joking. You're still relatively young because you're in his age range, especially to get knighted.

A hearty chuckle escapes him, and he can't stop grinning. "Right, yeah. You got knighted. For what? That pretty face?" Kyle teases, shaking his head.

However, then you pull up with the evidence, and he's just.. staring at you, half smitten and half wondering if he's not some big failure for not having accomplished something big like this at this age.

He pushes the thoughts away, grabbing onto your collar and roughly pulling you towards him to kiss you, his other hand cupping your cheek. When he pulls back, he's staring at you softly, a little in disbelief. You're his. "You're so fucking perfect, you know that?"

[oddballwriter]

💳💥💳💥💳 THE SYSTEM WITH A METALHEAD I BEG OF YOU!! ( if comfy ofc )

Like short 5'2-5'3 reader who looks SCARY as shit and wears all black+tatted but is super cutesy until someone says the wrong shit and they get absolutely insane?

feel like steven would be like raging heart eyes

( maybe smutty maybe not either wayyy..)

- 🌑

Steven Grant

Steven was scared of you at first, that's for sure. The all black and scary look definitely worked on him

It wouldn't be until you approached him that he realized you weren't going to bite him

He finds the difference between the two of you funny, positively.

To me, he seems more like a listener of ABBA and The B-52, those kind of older songs that are more up beat. Something that some suburban dad definitely has on vinyl

I firmly believe that Steven fucking loves the B-52s for some reason, he just has those vibes

Softer type of music, you know? Definitely not metal

But he does enjoy that you're kind and really nice rather than acting the part of how you look

But the one time when you two were out and someone insulted you both and you proceeded to yell at them and cuss them out was a day that he thinks about a lot. You weren't even yelling at them for insulting you, you just tore them a new one because they insulted him

He felt something that day, and he's not saying that he wants you to yell at him, but if you bossed him around a little then he's going to do it with a tent in his pants

He's too embarrassed to admit that but it's defiantly something that's there and you'll catch on someday

Back to the actual topic though, Steven doesn't like metal but he supports you liking it since it makes you happy

Would attend a concert with you but he'd have ear plugs in so that the music doesn't hurt his ears or stress him out

Also, you will have to leave him in the back because he's not going in the mosh pit, he would not survive. I'm sorry but he's not built for that

Marc Spector

Okay, Marc doesn't really listen to metal, he's not an avid metal listener. But I'm sure he's listened to a few songs and knows the more mainstream bands

He thinks you're cool though. Similar to my HCs for them with a goth partner, he finds it fascinating how you don't care how people perceive you and just be yourself. You're happy and he uses that as inspiration to be himself too

Marc would listen to metal music with you if it comes up, maybe you expand his knowledge of the genre

Do I think he'd handle a mosh pit? No, I think it would stress him out too much. Too much is happening and it freaks him out. Loves seeing you having fun though so go mosh for him

Marc also respects the fact that you're still polite and not true to how people think you would be, but 100% if you tell someone off then he's all for it. You tell 'em!

Since I went on a whole side tangent on Steven's music tastes, it's only right I do it for Marc

Marc sort of shares the same taste as Steven where he listens to songs that were around when they were younger. He's a classics kind of guy. He likes it when he hears people from back then on the radio

This man refuses to leave the 80's and 90's music scene. You will have to pry it from him in the field of reeds

Jake Lockley

Jake is such a "I love all genres" guy, he listens to everything and finds something to like in it. Even country, yeah sure modern country sucks but older ones are the ones he talks about when e talks about country music

So yeah, Jake definitely likes metal and can get into it. So feel free to play it around him

He also thinks you're cool and loves your whole look. Buys a shirt to match

100% would love to see you tear someone a new one so long as they deserve it. This man is an enabler, he's in the back cheering you on

Also, if you ask him to go to a concert with you, he will say yes so fast

Jake would survive the mosh pit, he would thrive

It lets him let out some stuff that he's been holding back and energy that he can't really put anywhere else

Honestly Jake would be so clearly into your whole metalhead life. He thinks it's hot. He finds it sexy. There's something about the loud music and look that does something for him and he's not going to hide that

Honestly, yell at him in bed, it'll be good foreplay if you're down

[arecaceae175]

For Want Of Rest: Ch. 6

FAN JOY JULY!

Fic Summary: Five times Sky falls asleep somewhere that isn’t a bed plus one time they all do. Or, Sky struggles to manage his disabilities, then the chain has a conversation about accessibility and accommodations.

Fan Joy July! Each chapter is inspired a few amazing art pieces of Sleepy Sky <3. There are plenty more chapters and art inspirations to come :D

Chapter Summary: They eep. They also have a conversation about accommodations. 2.5k, fluff and hurt/comfort.

Happy July 35th everybody :/ Here it is :D. THIS IS HEADCANON GALOOOOORE hehehe. I gave everyone a Thing. Also featuring they/them wind so she/her legend isn’t lonely

Art pieces (Look at the arts before you read, it will enhance the experience hehe):

Facedown on the floor by @raycatzdraws Rest by @alis-art-stuff

I am so in love with both of these arts. Raycatzdraws is so so SO funny. Every position is hilarious and also SO in character. And alis-art-stuff's piece is a perfect fluffy companion. Looking at this art feels like a warm hug. Everyone is so comfy and happy!

Warnings: detailed descriptions of chronic pain, references to past ableism (with direct ableist quotes), subsequent internalized ableism. They discuss medical issues in this one but they don’t have many of the correct terms or understanding of health conditions, so obligatory please do not take this as medical advice :)

The last bokoblin crumbled to dust at his feet. Sky stumbled to the side, caught in the momentum of the swing of his sword.

"That's the last of them," Warriors said.

"Good fight. Any injuries?” Time asked, just as he did after every battle. No one spoke up, so he nodded in approval. “We should find somewhere nearby to rest.”

Very, very slowly, Sky lowered himself to the ground. His knees, hips, and back popped painfully, so stiff he could barely move them. Sky didn't bother holding back a grimace. Sky pushed his legs out behind him, laid his arms by his side, and collapsed face first in the grass. His entire body throbbed. Sky tried to breathe evenly through the wave of pain.

"Uh, Sky?"

"Here. Rest," Sky mumbled into the dirt. Grass got in his mouth. Removing it seemed like an insurmountable task. It wasn't like it tasted that bad, anyway.

A pause. "Anyone catch that?"

Sky groaned loudly as he turned his head to the side just enough to free his mouth. "Rest. Here." 

Hyrule frowned, glancing around from the top of the hill they were on. The grassy fields continued for miles. "Isn't this a little exposed?"

"Rest here."

Four shrugged. "We did just clear the monsters."

"See? Rest now." Sky wouldn't have been able to get up if he tried. Everything hurt and he was so tired he might cry.

"I'm so on it," Wind said. "I'm so with you." They dropped to their knees—Sky flinched, knowing how his knees would feel if he did that—then sat back on their heels. Wind's arms flopped backwards as they curled forward and shoved their face in the ground. Their forehead touched the ground, leaving their mouth free for complaining. Sky respected the commitment.

"We have been walking and fighting and walking and fighting and running all week. No more," Wind said.

Sky grunted his agreement. The heroes within his line of sigh all looked at him with a wince, eyebrows drawn together and eyes wide with concern. Sky belatedly realized his sound might have been more pitiful than he intended it to be.

"Yeah, that about does it." Legend put her last item away in her bag then flopped onto the grass next to Sky.

"You mind?" Legend asked. Sky made a noise he hoped was significantly less disturbing than before. It must have worked, because Legend laid down with her head on Sky's backside. Sky made a noise of surprise.

"What?" Legend said. "It's soft."

Any reply Sky would have made was cut off by Warriors dramatic sigh as he collapsed on the ground. His legs were bent underneath his body and he haphazardly threw his arms over his face, resulting in his scarf billowing over his head and covering his face completely.

"This is fine," Warriors said, muffled by the scarf.

Twilight laid down next to him and collected the end of Warriors' scarf to use as a pillow. Wild draped himself over Twilight's legs and dragged Hyrule down with him. Hyrule yelped in surprise but relented quickly enough. He stuck one foot into Legend's side as he got comfortable. Four laid on the grass in the most awkward position physically possible. Sky's joints throbbed in pain just looking at it. Sky couldn't see Time from his angle, but going by the loud thump, Time was now also on the ground.

Sky hummed happily and put his face back in the dirt. There was a nice little indentation right where his nose was, so he wasn't even suffocating. How convenient, he thought.

Sky's muscles were still tense from the battle adrenaline. As hard as he tried, he couldn't quite drift off to sleep. His body ached, every joint and every muscle throbbing in time with his heart. The longer he laid on his stomach, the more the fire-like pain in his back spread. He knew he would regret laying like this later, but he really, really didn’t want to move. 

"This is boring," Wind said.

The heroes burst into laughter. Sky chuckled quietly, with as much energy as he could muster.

“Let’s find shapes in the clouds!” Wild suggested. 

“Ooh! Yes! Everyone play!” Wind cheered. 

Sky sighed and tried to will his body to relax. The level of effort he was putting would have been comical—he couldn’t force himself to relax, that defeated the purpose—if he wasn’t so utterly worn down. Everything hurt and he really, really wanted to be asleep. Sharp pressure stung behind his eyes. Sky flopped an arm over them and breathed deeply, desperately trying not to cry. 

The voices of the other heroes sounded like they were underwater. Or, maybe Sky was underwater and they were above. That made more sense, he thought. He certainly felt like he was underwater, drowning as he was pulled down by invisible forces. And how could he fight an enemy he couldn’t see?

A hand touched his boot. Sky flinched, eyes flying open with a gasp. Legend was sitting up beside him; Sky hadn’t noticed the change in pressure when she moved. Legend flashed him an apologetic smile. 

“The sailor wants you to look at the clouds,” Legend said. “You’ve got about ten seconds before they drag you over there themself. Just a warning.”

“Over where?” Sky asked. His neck ached from the strain of looking sideways at Legend. 

In response, Legend tilted her head over her shoulders. The other heroes were gathered in a circle, laying on their backs with their heads together. Legend carefully pushed herself to her feet and stretched her arms above her head. Beneath her braces, her joints popped. She shook them out then went to the circle. 

Instead of taking the closest open spot, she deliberately stepped on Warriors’ chest. Her step was light enough that it wouldn’t hurt, and more than enough for Warriors to yelp and swat her away. Legend laughed as she let herself be tackled onto the ground. 

Just as Legend predicted, it was no more than ten seconds before Wind was hopping up from the circle and bounding over to Sky. They knelt next to Sky’s head with a wide smile. “Sky, come look at clouds with us!” 

Sky forced a smile even as tears gathered in his eyes. As soon as they started, he couldn’t stop. Tears flowed down his face as Sky choked on a sob, burying his face in his arms in shame. 

“Sky?” Wind’s voice was panicked. “What’s wrong? Are you okay? Are you hurt?” 

Sky sniffled and shook his head, ignoring the pinpricks of pain throughout his neck and shoulders. “No, I— I’m— it’s fine. I’m fine.”

“What’s wrong?” Wind asked again. 

“I don- I don’t know,” Sky cried. “I’m just…”

Wind’s hand landed on his back and they started rubbing comforting circles. Another sob forced its way out of Sky’s chest. 

“You should turn over,” Twilight said. Sky sniffed and looked up in surprise. Twilight was right next to him. They all were, Sky realized; the others had moved their circle over to Sky and were all trying very hard not to stare at him in concern. 

“Your back always hurts when you lay like that,” Twilight continued. 

A fresh wave of emotion forced more tears out of Sky’s eyes. “You— how?”

Twilight smiled sadly at him. “I noticed. You never said anything about it, though, so…” Twilight shrugged. 

“Here,” Wind said, voice determined. “Can I help?” 

Sky nodded and wiped his nose miserably. Wind put one hand beneath his shoulder and the other beneath his hip.

“Ready? Set, go!” 

With Wind’s added momentum, Sky turned over on the first try with minimal difficulty. As soon as he landed on his back, the pain intensified and the sound of blood rushing filled his ears. Sky’s breath hitched, then he forced himself to calm down and breathe through the pain as his joints released their tension. 

“Are you having regrets?” Legend asked in a teasing tone. Sky knew that was how she showed her concern, and the words warmed his heart. 

“Mmhmm,” Sky mumbled in reply. His voice wavered far more than he expected. 

The sharp pain receded, and Sky finally was able to take a full breath. He let his arms flop on the grass above his head. Sky let himself breathe and relax. 

“Sky?” Twilight asked, voice uncharacteristically hesitant. 

Sky’s eyes felt like sandpaper under his eyelids as he dragged them open. 

“We wanted to talk to you about… this,” Twilight continued. 

Sky’s face burned with shame. His ears pinned themselves against his head. He glanced at the other heroes, all clearly staring, then shoved his eyes closed again. 

This was it. They were going to tell him he was being too slow and he needed to be better. He needed to try harder . Somewhere in the logical part of his mind, Sky knew he was being unfair to them, but a lifetime of being told to just suck it up and do better and being far, far too slow clouded his judgment.

“I’m sorry. I can do better,” Sky said. 

“What?” Legend interjected harshly. “What are you on about?”

Sky sniffled and wiped his eyes to keep his tears at bay. He drew in a shaky breath before he continued. “I know I’ve been slow lately, but I’ll do better. We don’t have to talk about it. I’m sorry.”

“No, Sky, that’s not what’s happening here,” Warriors said quickly. “We want to help.”

Sky’s thoughts stuttered to a halt. “You… what do you mean?”

“Back in your era, after you passed out, we talked to Zelda about it. We weren’t hiding this from you, but we haven’t had a chance to bring it up since.”

“...Oh. Um…”

Wind’s hand slipped into his and squeezed. Sky squeezed back, at a loss for words. 

“That was scary,” Wind said quietly. “I don’t like seeing you hurt.”

Sky’s stomach flipped. “I’m sorry.”

Wind squeezed his hand again. “It’s not your fault! The only thing you should be sorry about is not telling us that could happen! How were we supposed to know you’d be okay?”

“Sailor,” Warriors admonished quietly. “Sky, there’s nothing wrong with needing extra help. We all do, sometimes. I… I may not have said it out loud before, but I have battlesickness. You know that, and I know any of you will help me calm down when I can’t remember where I am. Do you blame me for that?”

“Of course not!” Sky said. 

“You’ve helped me apply my scar gel before! And you always make tea when me or Twilight have cramps,” Wild said. 

“I have a blind side. I can’t see attacks,” Time said.

“My shoulder won’t grow right after a monster flung me around. I can’t move it all the way and it hurts, sometimes,” Wind said. 

“This isn’t like that,” Sky interrupted, clenching his free hand in frustration. “This isn’t from my adventure. It comes and goes with how bad it is, but I’ve always been this way.”

“You know my joints are terrible. That’s something you and I have in common,” Legend added. “The braces help, but I’m not always up for moving. You’ve never blamed me for that.”

“I’ve had migraines all my life,” Four said. “More after my adventures, just like you.”

“I have food allergies,” Hyrule said. “Those aren’t my fault and they’ve been here forever.”

“It… it doesn’t get better. I have to deal with this every day.” Sky’s voice had a hint of a whine to it, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. “Everything hurts all the time. I’m so tired. I can’t even stand up without my body collapsing. It’s— it’s really, really hard,” Sky finished in a small voice. 

Wind squeezed his hand. The group was silent for a moment, only the sounds of crickets jumping through the grass. 

“Zelda told us some things she and Groose do to help,” Warriors said. “I’d like to hear what you do day to day to manage it, if you’re comfortable sharing.”

Sky blinked up at the clouds through teary eyes. “I don’t… I don’t know.”

“I always watch food being prepared, that helps my anxiety. I don’t like my face or neck being touched. When I’m panicking, breathing exercises and asking me to describe my surroundings are what help,” Warriors offered. 

After a beat, enough time for Sky to speak up if he wanted, Legend continued. “I stretch every morning and night. I have pain relief tea if I need it. Movement helps the inflammation stay down, but too much running or jumping makes things worse.”

“Oh,” Sky realized. “That’s— my knees are the same. If they stay straight or bent for too long they get hard to move.”

“There, see? Stuff like that,” Warriors encouraged. “What else do you know?”

“Um. When I passed out, that was from standing too quickly. Well, the portal makes everything feel worse, and I don’t usually fully pass out. When I sit up or stand up I have to move really slow or I feel bad for a while. I lean or sit as often as I can. I sleep as much as I can, but I’m still tired all the time, no matter how much I rest. Is that— is that okay?”

“You’re doing great, Sky. That’s exactly what we mean,” Twilight said. 

“Zelda mentioned the exhaustion too,” Warriors said. “She said stamina fruit helps…”

The Links stayed on the hill, resting and talking for the rest of the day. Time tired of talking quickly, but he listened with a smile on his face. Wind, Wild, and Hyrule pointed out exciting clouds during lapses in the conversation. The other heroes offered things about themselves they had learned and things that helped them, too, so Sky wasn’t the only one. They made sure he didn’t feel like a burden, and they made sure he felt loved. 

For once, Sky was not the first to fall asleep. Time and Wild hadn’t responded in a while, and Legend hadn’t opened her eyes for her last three comments. Sky could feel the fatigue tugging on his eyelids as he struggled to keep up with the conversation. After his third yawn in as many sentences, Warriors reached over Wind and ruffled Sky’s hair. 

“Get some sleep,” Warriors said with a fond chuckle. “I’ll wake everyone up in time to make camp before dusk.”

“Okay,” Sky said around another yawn. He sighed contentedly and drifted off more easily than he had in weeks. He felt light, like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. The problems with his body may not be able to be solved, but Sky was confident they could be managed, especially with his family by his side. 

[bluestarjay]

Most of my hinata headcanons are based on the fact that most people write him pretty shallowly- as nothing more than his height and love of volleyball, his need to fly, and the fact he's friendly. The really well written stuff writes him well, as a kind of enigma, but even then, one of his main traits is: Oh, he's pure sunshine!! His eyes shone with pride and determination, a hunger to win; to fly, etc, etc. Right? With most ships, it's just about how beautiful he looks in the sunset/sunrise with his hair and eyes. My point is that he's mischaracterized without really being mischaracterized because it's all *true*. he is absolutely gorgeous, and he does have a hunger to win and fly, and volleyball is his entire world, but there's sooooo much more still.

Normally, I hc him according to canon; according to scenes from the manga/anime, and then further analyzing it, yk? But I *truly* think hinata shoyo would be a good liar and hard to read.

It's already somewhat canon that people find him confusing, in the fact that he's a people pleaser and switches up really quickly to make people happy. He'll say something, and then someone will disagree, and he'll immediately switch up so that person won't dislike him for his different opinion, ykwim?

And then people never know what he's thinking, either. He's completely oblivious to his own feelings but is hyper aware of other people's feelings. He doesn't notice when he's running a fever of 102° but notices that someone has 2/5 symptoms of the flu 💀💀 like my guy can remember suuuuper specific details about a person's life, like the day their great aunt's cat died, but forgets his own bday.

He's actually really smart, but he's failing all his classes bc he can't focus. I think he'd be really good at math, but really only with like decimals and uhh money math, like he's good at calculating tax and saving money, but that's bc he grew up especially poor and had to be cautious with money. He'd probably be better with Japanese literature than English literature bc obvi that's his native language, and I think he'd really like linguistics post Brazil.

But, he also has his signature death stare, and I kinda came up with a hc based off it; since we all agree he has adhd, a part of it is zoning out, and i think he'll sit hunched over like L and just do his little death stare out to nothing or nowhere in particular, or will sit on his bed zoned out doing the death stare out towards the door, with the lights off, and someone will walk in and scream. He just randomly hunches over like L sometimes, and daichi will tell him that it's bad for his back, and he'll say, "But it's comfy :(" actually I think I'm just writing autistic hinata rn oopsies it's ok tho we love autism hcs here!!

Since he's really small (probably underweight actually), he can fit into really small spaces, and he thinks they're comfy (me guys). But at the same time, he loves big fields and gyms bc he likes to run around. Basically, he says and does really conflicting things, and it confuses people, which is another reason he was bullied in middle school.

He started doing the death stare as a defense mechanism in middle school actually, bc older, taller kids tried to use that to their advantage and bully him, but glaring at them weird made them walk away. Also, contrary to popular belief, I hc he can fight. So many people have just decided he's, like, too weak to fight or smth?? Like they think he can't defend himself physically, which I personally think he could, but yk, anxiety, so he doesn't. Like my guy is an athlete, have you seen him?? He may be small, but if he wasn't frozen in fear and anxiety, he could beat someone's ass!!

I said before I actually do think he could lie, bc one again, he's a people pleaser, and I feel like once when he was a kid, a family friend or someone or like when he was at a friend's house, they made dinner and he didn't like it, so he lied about liking it, but the person knew he lied and called him out on it and he cried bc he lied abt liking it and lying is bad, but also telling them he didn't like the food is rude, which is also bad. So then he decided he'd learn how to lie. Also, ik he uses his height and baby face to his advantage!! ***Depending on the person*** he can get away with just about anything bc "🥺🥺🥺" and then when everybody else calls him out for it he's like "L fuck you hehehe 😜💪💪" Like he drew a 🍆 pp on the wall or something once and then blamed it on kageyama and the teacher believed him.

And even though he's a people pleaser, he's managed to find peace in playing pranks and being mean, in a normal teenager way ofc, because suga helped him come out of his shell (suga purely bc he is mischievous but still responsible and nice)(and then suga asks Asahi why he can't be like hinata bc Asahi can barely even write with pencil on a desk, let alone sharpie anything so 'vulgar' on school property (it's not *just* because he's scared bc it's vulgar it's also bc he doesn't think those kinds of jokes are funny, and simply doesn't understand why writing on school property is fun (that's how I feel, idk 🤷‍♂️🤷‍♂️) ))

BTW, guys, half of these are to spite my friend who calls hinata a "bean 🥺" even though she's not on Tumblr. Also, I think I'm gonna start organizing these kinds of posts so they're easier to read, haha. Does anyone want any character specific hc posts since I always do hinata?

[britt-kageryuu]

Leo is streaming, lounging on the big beanbag chair again. His model is in space themed comfy clothes, with slippers, and a star covered mask.

He was playing through a rouge like game, not fully sure what he needs to do yet, but still having fun fighting off the multiple waves of enemies. It's noted that he's sticking to the sword based weapons, even if there are multiple weapons available from the beginning.

Suddenly the graphic of a cartoony slider riding a skateboard, rolls across the screen followed by "Thank You Chaotic_CinnamonRoll for the $10, 'Why did you decide to go into the medical field? You might've mentioned medical books in the past?'"

Leo let out a nostalgic sigh, "Well, that was part of why I got into medical stuff, let me tell ya. I think Dee mentioned how we didn't have legal identification for years, so if something happened with us Dad couldn't really take us to any medical facility. But he got ahold of as much supplies, and field medic training manuals, and medical guides as he could find." Leo has a smile on his face as he continues, "And while Dee is big on science, they don't like viscera, so Pops started to show me how to help. It just goes from there."

Leo spys a comment in chat, "For the person asking about Pops not using insurance, well after his sudden retirement, he didn't have insurance anymore, and he didn't know how to apply." Leo lets out another sigh, "Plus he wasn't familiar with how things worked, because he had a manager or assistant to do all that stuff for him. He was just a confused father of 4 who was trying his best while dealing with his own depression! I'm not trying to justify anything, just stating a fact."

Leo suddenly stretched himself out to grab something and rolled over onto his stomach, facing away from the camera, he's grabbed his phone to check a notification that wasn't heard over the mic, for once. What ever the message was it made his happy, because his tail was wagging a bit fast. He spends a few minutes messaging back and forth with who is assumed to be Leo's boyfriend.

He eventually remembered that he was in the middle of a stream, and sheepishly apologized for ignoring them.

"So since this game is newer than most that I've played, there aren't many guides on what I chould do yet. Sooo I gotta keep throwing things at the enemy and see what's most effective. Like that, wait was he a Croc, or and Aligator? Either way he was the first mini boss! Image how hard the other will be until we get more upgrades!" Leo says excitedly as he goes over the upgrades menu after returning to the start after dying right after the boss, from low health. "We also got this new 'Side Scroller Beatem Up' game because it and the DLC was one sale. Though that might be better played with more players, and our schedules don't always line up multiple people being on the stream. Plus I promised Dee our next game would be his choice."

Leo is half focused on going through the upgrade menus, and talking to the characters around the hub area. Thinking that the blue guy he was playing as could lighten up a bit, be more like the orange dude, but hey their Dad is missing and everything is tense. And where is the last person of the group, or do they only appear after going a certain distance in the game?

"Though I do like the look of that spikey turtle dude, reminded me of Red, though he's wearing, was it dark blue or a deep teal, either way cool dude. Hope he shows up in the hub area. Now do I want to switch to one of the other 3, or just continue as my blue guy?" Leo is rambling, if only because the analytical part of his mind is currently at war with the 'Oh Shiney! What was I doing?' part of his mind. "ALSO! What is with the odd element system that the flavor text is talking about, not the water I get that, this Utrom thing, it's kind described as tech based, but what is an Utrom? Why am I asking chat when they mostly say they've never seen this game before?... Did I forget to take my medicine, because I don't usually ramble my thoughts out loud this much."

He then pauses the game to check his phone for his medical data. "So I need to take a break again real quick. I either didn't take my medicine, or somehow took the wrong medication. So please hold while I go check. And don't any of you go looking up the game to purposefully cause spoilers. I want to figure out enough on my own first. Okay BRB!"

The screen switches over to an animated scene of the guys cartoony turtle selves are swimming about, though Mikey is jumping between Raph and Leo, and slightly submerging Leo in the process. Donnies is occasionally trying to bite Leo for bumping into him.

The chat is talking among themselves, notifications are going off, and some jokes about the medic taking the wrong medication.

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Masterpost

I still don't quite understand my own writing process. Like I had only the 'why I got into the medical field' part planned, then just decided to have him ramble about the game which is 'TMNT Splintered Fate' but not quite. Then at the last minute I was like 'I should make up a reason for him being very ramble-y right now'.

If I should change this, let me know. I do like feedback.

[itsjaywalkers]

Hii

What would James’s do to help reg when he’s feeling dysphoric? (Could be boxer or oby- you decide:) )

/dysphoric trans guy in need of fluff

<33

hi angel!! sorry it took me a bit to get back to u, i always wait until i have some time + mental energy to reply to any asks about hcs

oby reg and boxer reg are quite different when it comes to dysphoria and how they deal with it + how much or how little they allow james to help so i'm gonna do both at the same time <333

fluffy-ish hcs coming right up !!

oby reg can be more?? emotional?? about his dysphoria. when he's just mildly annoyed by it, he usually just becomes uncomfy, but when it actually hits he unconsciously seeks comfort from others (as in . ppl he trusts/is very close to). it used to be sirius but now he also has james <3

this mean he quite enjoys cuddles!! not with a lot of skin on skin contact, bc that just kinda . triggers him more?? but he goes for like . big jumpers and comfy sweats and drags james to bed with him!! depending on his mood he prefers to be the big spoon or the small spoon, but the point is that he needs to be very close to james and james is more than happy to glue himself to reg

boxer reg however turns into himself?? he becomes quiet and distant and isn't always okay with physical contact

that's why boxer james resorts to words <3 he makes sure to remind him how handsome he is, how loved, how sexy he finds his facial hair (while trying to convince him to grow a moustache), how good he is at fucking him and how obsessed james is with his cock etc etc

with oby regulus there's also a lot of body worshipping!! not at first, bc like i said, and when his dysphoria is at its worst, reg avoids skin on skin contact as much as he can. but when he feels better about it, james spends hours kissing his naked body, whispering compliments and sweet nothings and paying attention to every single detail

this isn't really sexual at all, and more often than not, it just makes reg tear up in a good way bc he feels so !! incredibly loved and appreciated that he gets overwhelmed (again, in a good way)

in the boxer au, james is more prone to acts of service?? kinda?? he's aware that reg doesn't want to be extra aware of his body so he focuses on . taking care of him in general, distracting him a lil, making sure he's comfortable and relaxed

he draws baths for him whenever he gets home from work, does the chores reg dislikes the most, cooks him his favourite meals, gives him thorough massages when he looks especially stressed or tense

in oby, despite reg being a lot more reliant on physical touch than interviewer reg and actively seeking it out, he also appreciates words of affirmation <3 james leaves him these sweet little notes filled with lovely statements and reminders all over their flat and drowns him in compliments when they're together!! he also sends him texts when he's at work

boxer james isn't as touchy bc interviewer reg doesn't really enjoy it when he's feeling like this HOWEVER there's a lot of like . casual contact?? brief and careful but also firm and intentional. a hand on the small of his back, a gentle squeeze on his hip, a caress on the side of his neck. little ways in which james reminds him that he's there always and he can come to him whenever he feels ready and that he isn't going anywhere

oby james does a lot of research on trans ppl and gender dysphoria and hormones and surgery and transitioning bc his knowledge is limited and he wants to be there for reg in any way he can!! they sit down and talk about it whenever reg is up for it and feeling well enough to speak about his struggles and how it feels and what he needs from james <3 james holds his hand the whole time and squeezes periodically and listens very very attentively, taking lots of mental notes. tells him how proud he is of him and how strong he is <3

boxer james is a lot more experienced in this field bc he's been with trans ppl and knows quite a lot on the topic + he's familiar with reg and how he deals with his issues so they don't talk that much about it but there's a lot of?? silent communication?? james gives reg space when he's aware that that's what he wants while being There at the same time yk?? he doesn't insert himself or interrupt when pandora or evan or both come over when reg is having a especially hard time but he's ready to hold reg when they're gone and he's Focused so he can read him correctly and give him what he needs

oby reg is quite spoiled, and hence all the jokes about james being a sugar daddy, and this also comes into play when his dysphoria gets worse. james has always been big on gifts but when reg isn't feeling okay he goes a bit . overboard . as soon as reg looks at something for a second too long james is getting it for him. it exasperates reg to no end but he also finds it incredibly endearing + he knows it's one of the ways in which james shows his love so it always cheers him up

interviewer reg is more logical and . harsh about his dysphoria, maybe bc he's a bit of a well-known/public figure and he can't always afford to break down or show any weaknesses especially in front of ppl who can and will use them against him. and it can be hard when his job also forces him to deal with a lot more transphobia for . obvious reasons . he tends to repress his struggles a lot which is also why he's more prone to isolating himself and distancing himself

james Knows and Understands this, which i've already mentioned, and he gives him space when he truly needs it BUT he can also be a bit stern when he notices reg is going too far or like . harming himself in the process of protecting himself. he'd never overstep or be cruel or pushy about it, but he's firm in his gentleness and tells it like it is. reg really appreciates this about him, and sometimes he needs the reminder that he can lean on james whenever he needs to

when it comes to sex in oby (and reg has been struggling with dysphoria), james checks up on him a lot while they're at it, and he also makes sure every single time that reg truly wants it + is in the mood. he's also always ready to stop at the first sign of reg being uncomfy or not enjoying himself

he also exclusively uses masc terms for reg's genitals. he's aware that he doesn't really mind, and it's one of those things reg has been confident about for a while, but it helps when reg is feeling bad or wrong about his body. he focuses a lot more on reg's pleasure too, and that's saying a lot, considering he already prioritises it over his own

in the boxer au, there's a lot of topping on reg's side. they don't switch as much as oby jegulus, due to preferences, but when reg is feeling especially dysphoric james bottoms A Lot. and they both enjoy it SO MUCH even if james keeps acting like he prefers topping a lot better bc he's annoying like that

interviewer reg takes full control but james doesn't give it up easily, which reg Loves. james knows he needs that fight and that he needs to win it fairly, so he resists all he can and doesn't go easy on reg At All. he still loses every single time bc reg and his strap always turn him into a begging sobbing mess, and james is obsessed with how rough reg can become

and that's all <3 i hope it was what u wanted, or that u at least liked it <3 sending all my love MWAH

[pbandjesse]

We are just now leaving Jess's soupsgivings party. It was such a nice evening. And it's been a pretty great day.

I am wildly full right now though and pretty uncomfortable. But I will be okay. I am glad we should have a fairly quick hour drive home.

I didn't sleep amazing. I woke up with a nose bleed. I had had such a nice time watching shows with James and felt really happy but physically it is starting to be consistently hard to find a comfy way to sleep. I'm trying really hard to not toss and turn and just stay in one orientation. But man. It is tough to stay comfortable, and on top of that I can't breathe? Not fair.

I didn't wake up enough to hug James but I do remember them kissing my cheek. Love them so much. They had moved the car and unloaded some stuff so we would have room for what Jess was giving us this evening. And I appreciated all the things they do for me.

When I woke up I made the bed, and took a shower, washed my hair, and tried to feel ready for the scary Ticketmaster queue.

I have never bought tickets for something that may sell out, something people describe as a war. All I have heard was about the app or website crashing and scalpers getting all the tickets. And I had resigned myself that it may not happen. I felt like I have to be emotionally ready for that.

At 945 I realized that while I had attached my PayPal, I had not attached my credit card to my account. So I quickly did that. I would get that done one minute before the waiting room lobby opened. I was basically trembling with nerves.

I would be in the lobby for 9 minutes. And then I was in the queue. With almost 16,000 people ahead of me. I was stressed. I was doing all of this on my phone and was very afraid of closing the app, in case it made it restart or crash. So I was also on my tablet googling things.

This is a stadium tour. I checked how many seats are in citizen's bank stadium. About 50,000 seats. So I figured with the behind the stage seats not being available, but the field being available, I was probably in a good spot. And the time would slowly ticket down. I was in the queue for a half hour but then it was my turn.

No thoughts when into this. I grabbed the first two tickets I saw. $93. Some of the cheapest tickets they had. I was thrilled. And even with fees they were only $127. And then I had them! I didn't even know where they were in the stadium. I would check later and was fine with them. Like they are high up, but a baseball stadium is set up to see a tiny ball so there aren't actually any bad seats. I was so excited.

My chemical romance has been one of, if not my favorite band since I was 13. I have never seen them perform. I never thought I would get to see them perform. I feel so lucky that I got tickets. I didn't even try last time they were in Philly and I have regretted it for years. I am just thrilled. Like I don't even know if this is going to be a full album playthrough, new music, or what. But it for real does not matter. They could just play covers of other bands and I would be so excited still. This is going to be such a good time. Can't wait for August.

I was in a great mood after getting the tickets. And the day wasn't even over yet. I still had soup to make!

And my soup went really well. I was proud of how it came out. I wrote out the recipe in a post earlier. But in the moment it was mainly off the top of my head. Loosely based on Liz's chili soup from back when I was in bronze casting classes at community college. I always loved when it has lots of bell peppers. And so that's what I do. And I added orange bell peppers this time and not just green. I could have minced the garlic a little more maybe but it was a valiant effort for something I hate doing (cutting garlic and shallots).

It took me about an hour to make my soup. And once it was done I had a bowl, and put the rest in jars to bring to the party. I was also just texting with my dad and talking about music. He told me that him and his brother saw Led Zeppelin for $8. Wild.

I would spend some time resting. Just hanging in bed. It was nice to just lay down. I'm 22 weeks pregnant today. Baby is the size of a papaya. She's finally reached a pound. At least statistically. The last ultrasound they said she's 29th percentile so she's just a little small. But I am feeling very round. My organs already feel squished under my ribs. But I am doing okay. I'm more comfortable in some ways, and way more uncomfortable in others. I'm just taking it a day at a time.

Eventually I would go for a walk. I went to the CVS down the street and picked up some cereal. It was nice outside but I got a sharp pain in my leg and didn't want to walk more then I had to go get back home.

When I got back home I had a bowl of the cereal. Hung out on the couch with sweetp. And eventually went upstairs to gather myself for heading to pick up James to go to Jess's party.

I got a flannel for James. And packed up my soup. When I got to the car I realized that I couldn't put the seats down because of the wagon behind the passenger seat. So I took that back to the house. Jess said she had a bunch of stuff for us so I wanted to make sure we had the space.

And then I was off. I would get to the musuem a little before 4. And I was just happy to sit with James behind the desk. It's been kind of a hard week of work on James. I hope that my presence brings them some peace.

I told them about my day and getting the tickets. And it was just nice being together.

We would finish up at the museum and start the journey to Jess's at 430. And it was a fine drive. Not much traffic and at all and got to her house right at 6.

We beat the other guests. But it wasn't a long wait. In the mean time James helped Jess bring a box to the attic and loaded up all the baby stuff she had for us in the car. And then we were just waiting.

4 other people were coming. And I was looking forward to trying the soups. Besides my chili soup, Jess has made a cauliflower, Kelly made a pickle soup!!, Rex and their partner made a gourd soup, and Chuck made a Thai noodle soup. It was so fun to get to try all of them. Jess also made an excellent salad and tiny bread bowls for each of us. The conversation was good, though I was feeling really tired which made me feel withdrawn. I have been feeling very withdrawn lately and it's hard to hold conversations. I feel like I'm making a really big effort every time. But I still enjoyed the conversation. I liked sitting next to James in the bench seat. And I was just feeling happy and warm surrounded by the holiday decor.

We stayed for the ranking of the soups and then dessert. The pickle soup was a favorite of basically everyone. I liked my chili best but no one should be surprised by that. All of them were good though and the bread only made it better.

But I was feeling wildly full. Which was just not comfortable and I was struggling finding a way to sit. If I crunched up I hurt my back, but if I sat straight I hurt my belly. I couldn't win. Jess let me try her new back massager thing but I found it a bit painful. But really it was just time to go.

We said goodbye to everyone. Jess yelled at my belly to try and get baby to hear her. And then we were off.

We're about 40 minutes from home now. And I am very much looking forward to bed. Tomorrow should be a full day. With the market and then an educator event in the evening. I believe that's a wedding. So it'll be a busy day but I hope to get some rest in the middle. And hopefully I can make some sales and just have a good time.

I hope you all have a good day too. Taken care of yourself. Goodnight everyone.

[polarisbibliotheque]

You are currently one of my favorite DMC writers! I love re-reading your stuff because it always puts me in a good, comfy mood! I just adore how you portray casual intimacy, too. It just seems so gentle and natural. I also love your portrayal of the boys. They always feel like they have a depth and soul to them, which is amazing!

Thank you so much for sharing your gift and your creativity! While I'll always eagerly look forward to your next piece, know that your older works are still regarded fondly 💖

And here I am today, 2 a.m, Carnaval going hard in Brazil, sitting here and smiling stupidly while re-reading your message.

Thank you very very much, anon. From the bottom of my heart.

I've read your wonderful message the day you sent it, I think it was earlier this week - maybe Tuesday...? I couldn't answer it before, but it came right in a day when all hell broke loose in my home and this made me smile so much. It really felt like a safe port.

I'm not gonna get into too much detail because it's very personal - but, you know, family fights. Between all my mom's siblings, involving lawsuits and home evictions threats. I was just fucking fuming the whole week, and I almost put on my full Axl Rose attire and side of my personality to literally drop-kick and suplex some 6ft tall man built like a brick house because someone has to put some sense in his head.

I'm starting to sound like Nero

To top it all, this gave the opportunity for someone in my family who abused the hell out of me for more than 10 years to come back like a freakin' death omen.

I did end up going to therapy dressed up as Axl Rose for Carnaval, but it's so close to my usual style no one noticed it. I count as a life-win.

I still don't know what I'm feeling, (I talked to my therapist, don't worry) but that fucking threw me off everything. I don't know what to do about this, about this person, I'm scared and angry at the same time - and I got so SO overwhelmed, I had to get away from everything.

Social media, exercising, drawing, writing, reading, just living like a normal human being. The only thing I've been able to do is listening to music, because music has always been my safespace.

The only way I could explain how I'm feeling to my therapist, is a scene from a Julia Roberts movie, where she forged her own death to get away from her abusive husband, only to be found in the end by him and have him go like 'you're never going to get rid of me' and the fucking horror in her reaction - that's it. That's the feeling.

I have this dreadful feeling that I'm never gonna be rid of that, of all that abuse I want to leave in the past, until this person dies or I die.

Amidst all that, along came your message in my inbox. It felt like a ray of light in a dark stormy skies. A glimpse of hope that things can be better and that people are good. That I can have that experience as well.

Whenever I write about some more sensitive subjects, I hope it can be seen as a safespace for people - right now, for instance, my survival instincts that have always been alert have gone berserk, and the gods know how much I needed to feel safe enough to hug someone and ask for protection.

Vergil is ominously standing in the distance, staring back with the resolve of Achilles in the field of battle to get Hector's ass

I don't have that, but I can have it through fanfiction with characters, I think, would understand it. And I hope I can give the very same thing to other people who also don't have that sort of support and need to find it somewhere else.

I'm happy to know my writing has the good, comfy vibes I always try to convey! Despite the death, blood and dismemberment

And I wrote all of this so you can understand how thankful I am - and how much your kindness and nice words are so much needed in this world.

So, once again, thank you. Very very much.

[mychinesenames]

... 𝙳𝚊𝚝𝚎 - 𝟹𝟶/𝟷𝟸/𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟹 | 𝚃𝚒𝚖𝚎 - 𝟷𝟸:𝟺𝟶𝚙𝚖

„Alles Gute zum Jubiläum, mein Schatz.“

[ established relationship! Alcohol! Tipsy! ]

The night in mondstat was as any night, clear and cool. The perfect night to sit outside and have a drink, or just a simple dinner outside with your loved ones.

That is what Diluc decided to do. A small dinner to celebrate your two years spent together. Adeline had helped him, along with everyone else at dawn winery, to prepare a small surprise dinner for you when you came back from your work at the Goth hotel.

First was him giving a Boquet of Cecilias and Lamp Grasses;

"Happy anniversary my darling." They ere wrapped all in a lovely red bow, taken aback. "Diluc! These are beautiful, I'm afraid my gift won't suffice." Giving him a small gentle smile, one that he never grows tired of seeing. "No need to worry so much about that, your presence, love-" he gently wraps his arms around your waist, "and words, are all I need."

Next was a taking you picking grapes and fruits in front of the winery;

Placing a sunhat on you, before smiling and adjusting loose strands of hair in front of your face. "You look stunning.", " You look handsome." small laughs and giggles escaped before exiting the winery and walking towards the fields, hand-in-hand. You both picked grapes, apples, and sunsettias till the sun began to set.

And lastly, the dinner;

He informed you to get dressed in something comfy but elegant for you would be going out. Which was surprising in his case, most of your dates would happen in the manner away from public eye. The rarest ones are when you meet him leaving Angel's share to head home, allowing you both to stroll the streets of mondstat.

"Out? Are you sure?" You ask, sending a playful smile his way. "Not to town, just... you'll see." He fixes his jacket, and then leaves the room to wait for you down stairs.

After cleaning up your hair, you made your way down stairs. He stood near the stair case, gesturing his hand towards you, taking his hand, he led you towards the water near the winery...

"Oh Diluc! This is-" a path of lanterns trailed up to a table made for two looking over the river. Cecilias were in a vase on the table, "beautiful! You did all of this?", " I had help. Now, let's have dinner shall we?"

*･ﾟﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*ﾟ:*:✼✿　　

The time flew by with you and Diluc chatting the night away. You had long finished your dinner when Adeline appeared with a tray of small desserts and a small bottle of sorts. "Don't stay out too late you two."

The desserts weren't too sweet, a balance of bitter followed. But you were most curious about the bottle, your eyes lingered it to search for any hint of what it may be.

"It's enhanced grape juice, I made this a few months before." Diluc answers, watching your adorable face. "Wait, you planned this MONTHS before?", " Well, I did plan to drink this with you, but by the time it was ready to consume, it was nearing our anniversary so-" he opens the bottle and pours small amounts of it in the empty glasses. "Why not make it even more special, I haven't tried any, but Adeline said it was fragrant and refreshing." Holding up his glass, gesturing you to do the same. You both toast, talong a sip of his 'enhanced' grape juice.

"Mh! This tastes really good! What did you do to make it 'enhanced' if I may ask?", he smiles and says " You'll find out later down the line my love."

He pulls a small box from his jacket, and places it in front of you. "Open it.", you slowly reach for the box, what you saw inside made your eyes water when Diluc begins to speak:

"𝐌𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐈 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥, 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮."

He removes the ring from its velvet hold, sliding it onto your finger. "Will you accept my promise ring, my love?", " That's a silly question, yes!"

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩...

-> 𝙳𝚒𝚕𝚞𝚌 𝚁𝚊𝚐𝚗𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚛 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

[terrainofheartfelt]

Hi okay. So opera is like. One of my biggest cultural blind spots. And I wanna start trying to get into it but at you know…reasonable prices lol. Any tips on where to start? Maybe in terms of where to watch operas online? And which operas are more easily digestible for a newbie lol

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! waking up and seeing this in my notifs made me sooooooo happy! S! there's a beautiful, wondrous, extremely problematic world of art awaiting you!

Alright, so I'm gonna try to take your question bit by bit but this is my specialized field and I love to talk about it but I'll try my best ok ok

pricing is definitely a valid concern - I totally get it. good news is there are still lots of options to see opera live that are not in A-level, top dollar houses. try googling and poking around instagram for what's called "storefront" companies, ie, smaller companies. there's less star power and production value, but you can see great performances for $20-$60 a ticket, depending on the house and your neck of the woods. another great option is the MetHD series. The Met Opera in NYC is an institution that I have....lots of thoughts about -- and we can talk about those too if you like -- but a decent thing they've done is that for about half of their season, they broadcast performances to movie theaters all over the world. I haven't gone since the Before Times (pre-covid), but I think the most I paid was 40 bucks. and it is a great way to see opera that's low stakes. wear comfy clothes, bring a big sweater, stuff your purse full of snacks. my friend and I went to Tristan and Isolde with numerous smuggled snacks and big old fountain drinks and it rocked!

online stuff: possibilities are endless. MetHD does have a catalog of past performances - you have to pay, so take that for what you will, but you can find whole ass operas on YouTube! and once you figure out what kinds you like, and which singers you like, you can get pickier and choosier. And of course, check out your local library! big city library systems likely have lots of digital subscriptions to peforming arts things. some names to look out for: Alexander Street Press; medici tv; naxos. a cursory google brought up this NYT article that has some resource possibilities too!

and, my recommendations for a new viewer!

disclaimer: I am a sucker for big, bombastic, romantic grand opera, but I understand that that can be A Bit Much for a first timer, so while I love all of these, not all are my top faves, but I think they are a great primer, and hopefully if you like them I can go on and on about the heavier-hitters later.

I personally think the best starting point for someone looking to get into opera is Puccini. He was a bit of a bastard (weren't they all) but his music and stories all unfold in a cinematic kind of way. Opera was written to fit a specific kind of theatrical/musical structure for a long time, and Puccini and his era was where that structure kind of broke down, and he just wrote to move a story and characters and music forward, away from this speak-sing, solo, repeat, speak-sing, ensemble, rinse repeat kind of thing. for a specific title, I highly recommend Tosca. The political battle for Italy's unification is the backdrop for one hell of a story. The title character is a boss ass bitch. She sings well, fights well, dies well. I think it rocks. and it's a very popular one, so finding an online version or a live performance should be easy going!

and S, since you are a theatre kid, I'd steer you to checking out La Boheme as well -- its the og source material Larson based Rent off of, though it's considerably more tragic. music is gorgeous though. Zefferelli (yeah, that one) directed a production at the Met that they mount every other year. it's beautiful! another I think you should try is La Traviata. aka the basis of the classic film Moulin Rouge. this one is by Verdi, based off the Dumas Lady of the Camellias. a courtesan in Paris who falls in love with this young man, and the forces of fate that pull them apart. it's got that aria that you hear in Princess Diaries 2 Royal Engagement, and there are moments of music that are just so fucking SUBLIME. Puccini also wrote his own spin on Dame aux Camellias called La Rondine, and it is a delightful, gorgeous, romantic piece, definitely worth checking out.

Okay one more rec and then I'll stop myself. and this one will be contemporary! mentioning the Met reminded me that this season they've swung big and put Dead Man Walking on their list. this is an opera that's been very important to me for like, 10 years. I learned one of the arias in undergrad, and I even met Sister Helen Prejean, and a few years after that, I got to see it live in kansas city, and even though we agreed that the lead was kinda meh, my friend and I were still so moved that we were sobbing. it's so so so powerful. idk if it is part of MetHD, but if so, I highly encourage you to see it. so, it is based off of Sister Helen's memoir Dead Man Walking, about how she came to be a spiritual advisor to inmates on death row, and it follows her starting this new -- phase? i guess? -- of her nun career, through to the inmates execution. it is not for the faint of heart, and I would say read the wikipedia and mind the content warnings, but god what a great opera. and one more note about the composer, honestly I don't think anyone else is doing it like Jake Heggie. he understands this concept that I think many modern composers don't, is that he's creating a dramatic work. and whether is comedic or tragic, it's got to move people. I've dealt with a lot of shitty modern opera, and I think those are mostly composed as if they are university assignments. llike, prove how well you understand this music theory concept by writing it. I say it's more like they are writing math problems instead of music. but Jake Heggie writes music. and that's what makes DMW such a standout to me. That and a low-voiced woman plays the heroic lead (rarer than one may think rip)

I am so so happy you asked and I am always open to talking more if you're curious! (and that goes for S and anyone else reading this <333)

[boyswanna-be-her]

that was truly an insanely out of pocket ask. anyway it makes me happy to hear about what makes you happy, and how your day to day is going, and what you're excited about. hope you have a good rest of your day <3

Thanks! Their apology meant a world of difference to me. The ask also lead to me reaching out directly to FIVE different long time IRL friends who had seen me in the past three days before receiving the ask. Getting a temp check with people who have known you a long time and seen you recently is definitely helpful, and although the ask made me spiral for like 2 hours, it also generated some unexpectedly affirming conversations, where people who have all known me since 2005-2008 all independent of one another basically said that they had indeed noticed that I'm more talkative and outgoing lately, but that it hadn't pinged them in any sort of concerning way. I fuck heavily with the opinion esp of 3/5 of the people in this regard because that proportion of this group had previously reached out to me in a panic worried about me because they perceived me as so sad/detached. Two of them in particular got me engaged with environmental volunteering immediately after all my 2018 bullshit where I was in super heavy PTSD territory, and I can directly credit them for a lot of connections and drives I have today. And 2 of them have also conducted mandatory wellness checks when I didn't communicate with them often enough via text for them to be comfy. And I love them for that in ways they'll never really understand.

Anyway. The general message was that nobody had been alarmed, the ask seemed out of left field to them (they don't read my blog, but they're all aware of it and tumblr-smart), and that they'd all been happy to be happy for me this year.

No ragrets. If nothing else, being able to reach out to so many friends who have been with me for so long but also so recently was validating, and that none of them were worried about me is great. I don't think I would've had any other impetus to request all those low-consequence feedback seshes had I not received the ask. None of the people pinged have anything to gain from lying to me and again, in the past, the majority have not had a problem expressing concern about my mental health.

So like. Yeah that shit threw me super hard yesterday and I immediately re-evaluated the way that I express myself here and elsewhere. I feel like I had recently re-channeled my early days of tumblr where everything was highly unfiltered, capslock and screaming in tags was quite normal, I was a small fish in a big pond, etc--because that's when it was an exciting era for me as a creator on here. I miss a lot of that energy.

And full disclosure, in my relationship before last, the one that really and truly broke my heart on top of losing Jonathan to suicide, we didn't share ANYTHING publicly. And I was so deep. And then they broke up with me horribly a month after Jonathan died and I found him!!!!!... well, how could anyone on the outside mourn a relationship they didn't know about when my RECENTLY (for my safety lol) ex-husband had just died horrifiecally? They didn't know. The scale was so weird for everyone but me. Only a handful of people even knew I was in a new relationship that i perceived as supportive and, like, a soulmate type gig. I was so sure of everything that I didn't share ANYTHING and that super fucked me over in the end.

It was awful and alienating and I wished all along that we had shared more. So I don't wanna do that shit anymore. I'm excited about shit in my life and people in my life and meeting people and finding gigs and I don't want input on that, so please treat me like the 38 year old human being I am. I have been through more bullshit than you could possibly understand, even if you read every post I ever made here, even if you were my best friend who I told everything to (doesn't exist but good concept). Assumptions are unwelcome. I'm old and I'm angry and I have energy and that's what's up. I just want people to be on board to see this middle aged piece of shit maybe like find a reason to live again and not die alone.

[gloriabomfim]

Certainly! Here's a list of montages, actions, and dialogues for Part 1, where Dee Dee imagines himself as a pig:

Montage 1: Dee Dee imagines himself happily rolling in mud, just like a content pig.

Action: Dee Dee finds a mud puddle in his imagination and starts rolling in it with pure joy, covering himself in mud.

Dialogue (Dee Dee): "Oink oink! This mud feels so good!"

Montage 2: He envisions himself snacking on apples and leftover food, embracing his inner pig.

Action: Dee Dee imagines a table filled with delicious fruits and leftovers. He munches on them with enthusiasm.

Dialogue (Dee Dee): "Mmm, these apples are tasty! And this leftover pizza is heaven!"

Montage 3: Dee Dee imagines having a curly tail and making joyful grunting sounds.

Action: Dee Dee sees himself in the mirror with a curly tail, and he playfully grunts while wagging it.

Dialogue (Dee Dee): "Grunt, grunt! I've got the perfect piggy tail!"

Montage 4: He pictures himself taking a mud bath and oinking playfully.

Action: Dee Dee imagines himself in a bathtub filled with mud, splashing it around and oinking happily.

Dialogue (Dee Dee): "Oink, oink! Mud baths are the best!"

Montage 5: Dee Dee imagines himself wallowing in a pile of hay, feeling completely at home.

Action: Dee Dee rolls around in a pile of imaginary hay, making himself a cozy nest.

Dialogue (Dee Dee): "Ahh, this hay is so comfy! I'm a happy pig!"

Montage 6: He envisions having cute piggy ears and a snout, happily sniffing around.

Action: Dee Dee imagines himself with piggy ears and a snout, sniffing at various objects around him.

Dialogue (Dee Dee): "Sniff, sniff! My piggy senses are tingling!"

Montage 7: Dee Dee imagines himself frolicking in a field, with other pigs as his companions.

Action: Dee Dee joins a group of imaginary pigs in a lush green field, running and playing together.

Dialogue (Dee Dee): "Look at us go! I love being a pig with my piggy pals!"

Montage 8: He pictures himself digging in the ground, looking for hidden treasures (or snacks).

Action: Dee Dee digs imaginary holes in the ground, hoping to find hidden treasures or tasty treats.

Dialogue (Dee Dee): "Maybe I'll find some buried snacks here!"

Montage 9: Dee Dee imagines himself sleeping soundly in a cozy pigpen.

Action: Dee Dee lies down in a comfy imaginary pigpen, closes his eyes, and pretends to sleep peacefully.

Dialogue (Dee Dee): "Ah, nap time! Being a pig is so relaxing."

Montage 10: He envisions himself living a carefree life as a pig, enjoying every moment of it.

Action: Dee Dee takes a deep breath and embraces his imaginary life as a pig, smiling with contentment.

Dialogue (Dee Dee): "Being a pig is a simple, happy life. Oink oink!"

Certainly! Here's a list of montages, actions, and dialogues for Part 2, where Marky imagines himself as a fox:

Montage 1: Marky imagines himself as a sly and cunning fox, with a sleek red coat.

Action: Marky envisions himself in a red fox's fur, striking a confident pose.

Dialogue (Marky): "I'm a clever fox, ready for adventure!"

Montage 2: He envisions himself stealthily sneaking through the woods, hunting for a meal.

Action: Marky tiptoes through an imaginary forest, his eyes keen on finding prey.

Dialogue (Marky): "Quiet as a mouse, I stalk my prey."

Montage 3: Marky pictures himself using his sharp teeth to catch a rabbit in his imagination.

Action: Marky pretends to pounce on an imaginary rabbit, showing off his sharp teeth.

Dialogue (Marky): "Gotcha! I'm a master of the hunt."

Montage 4: He imagines himself outsmarting other animals with his clever tricks.

Action: Marky uses his imagination to set clever traps for imaginary creatures.

Dialogue (Marky): "Trickery is my middle name."

Montage 5: Marky envisions himself gracefully leaping over obstacles and through the forest.

Action: Marky gracefully leaps over imaginary obstacles, demonstrating agility.

Dialogue (Marky): "I glide through the forest like a true fox."

Montage 6: He pictures himself with a fluffy tail, which he can use to deceive his prey.

Action: Marky fluffs up his imaginary tail, showing how he can use it to confuse others.

Dialogue (Marky): "My fluffy tail is my secret weapon."

Montage 7: Marky imagines himself howling at the moon, embracing his wild side.

Action: Marky tilts his head back and pretends to howl at an imaginary moon.

Dialogue (Marky): "Awoo! The call of the wild!"

Montage 8: He envisions himself pouncing on imaginary critters with precision.

Action: Marky practices his pouncing skills on imaginary creatures, landing with precision.

Dialogue (Marky): "Precision is key when I strike."

Montage 9: Marky pictures himself in a cozy den, safe from any danger.

Action: Marky imagines curling up in an imaginary den, feeling safe and snug.

Dialogue (Marky): "My den is my sanctuary from the world."

Montage 10: He imagines himself as a mysterious and elusive fox, always one step ahead.

Action: Marky wears a sly smile, embodying the mystery of a fox always staying ahead.

Dialogue (Marky): "In the world of the forest, I'm the enigma, always ahead of the game."

Certainly! Here's a list of montages, actions, and dialogues for Part 3, where Joey imagines himself as a wolf:

Montage 1: Joey envisions himself as a powerful and majestic wolf, with a sleek gray coat.

Action: Joey sees himself as a majestic gray wolf, standing tall and proud.

Dialogue (Joey): "I am the alpha, strong and fearless!"

Montage 2: He pictures himself leading a pack of wolves through a snowy wilderness.

Action: Joey imagines himself as the leader of a pack of imaginary wolves, guiding them through a snowy landscape.

Dialogue (Joey): "Together, we conquer the wilderness!"

Montage 3: Joey imagines himself howling at the moon, a symbol of his untamed spirit.

Action: Joey raises his head and lets out an imaginary howl to the moon.

Dialogue (Joey): "Our howls unite us under the moon's gaze."

Montage 4: He envisions using his sharp claws and teeth to protect his pack.

Action: Joey pretends to defend his pack by showing off his sharp claws and teeth.

Dialogue (Joey): "I'll protect my pack with everything I have!"

Montage 5: Joey pictures himself hunting alongside his fellow wolves, working as a team.

Action: Joey and his imaginary pack of wolves work together to stalk and hunt for prey.

Dialogue (Joey): "Teamwork makes us unstoppable!"

Montage 6: He imagines himself with keen senses, always alert to danger.

Action: Joey listens attentively and sniffs the air, showcasing his heightened senses.

Dialogue (Joey): "My senses are my greatest assets."

Montage 7: Joey envisions himself running swiftly through the forest, feeling the wind in his fur.

Action: Joey runs with the wind in his imaginary fur, a wolf on a mission.

Dialogue (Joey): "The forest is my domain, and I rule it with speed."

Montage 8: He pictures himself sharing a meal with his pack after a successful hunt.

Action: Joey and his pack sit down to an imaginary feast, celebrating their successful hunt.

Dialogue (Joey): "A well-earned meal for my loyal pack!"

Montage 9: Joey imagines himself napping in a cozy den, surrounded by his wolf family.

Action: Joey curls up in an imaginary den, feeling the warmth of his wolf family around him.

Dialogue (Joey): "Together, we find comfort in our den."

Montage 10: He envisions himself as a wise and fearless wolf, embracing the wildness within.

Action: Joey stands tall and wise, embodying the fearless spirit of a wolf.

Dialogue (Joey): "In the heart of the wild, I am the embodiment of wisdom and courage."

[issdisgrace]

Could yer write a chubby male reader x 141 (+ Alejandro, Rudy, könig and maby Alex too?)

Sorry if it's bad

141 & LOS VAQUEROS WITH A CHUBBY BF

WARNINGS: Worshiping, cuddling, cooking, being used as a pillow, sharing clothes, bonding over being big boi's, being handsy, a little bit of light sexual things here and there but nothing graphic

ALEJANDRO

Alejandro treats you like a god. He worships your body from head to toe whenever he gets a chance. He also will quite literally get on his knees and kiss the ground in front of you. And he's also has gotten down and kissed your feet as well. Anyway you know those painting of bigger women getting fed grapes naked, well Alejandro wants to do that with you. But if he truly had his way, he would feed you every meal like that. Alejandro also likes to keep you well fed and if you say you're hungry, he is getting ready to whip up a 3 course meal out of nowhere. He just loves how big you are and plans on keeping you that way.

RUDY

Rudy loves that you're chubby. He more specially loves how plush you are. This man could fall asleep anywhere, anytime, as long as you were his pillow. But his favorite place to use as a pillow is your thighs, stomach, and chest. Also, I'm not lying when i say he could fall asleep anywhere, anytime with you as his pillow. So picture it (Sicily, 1922). He has his head on your shoulder as you bark orders out at the trainees. Despite you being so loud and it not the most comfortable position, he quickly falls asleep despite not being tired at all beforehand. Before I wrap up this section I want to add much like Alejandro. He loves to cook for you.

SOAP

Soap is EXTREMLY handsy. He has his hands on you 24/7, just feeling you up in some sort of way and because you're a big boi that means he has more to feel up on. He loves it. He also loves when you sit on his face. It doesn't matter if you could suffocate/crush him by accident in fact he likes that. And if he had to choose one way to die, it would probably being suffocated by your ass. Also, I have this feeling that Soap would like to see you in things like crop tops, short shorts, and miniskirts. I think if he saw you in any of them he would go absoulty wild.

PRICE

Don't even get Price started about how much he loves your chub. He could talk for hours and hours about how much he loves it. I think like Alejandro, Price would worship you any chance he gets. Even if it's just for a minute or two, he will take it. He just can't get enough of your body. This mostly manifest in him worshiping you but also in him having his hands on you anytime you're near him. He tries to not make it blatant that he is coping a feel but sometimes he can't help it he just loves your body so much. Also, if you're sitting next to each other, Price will have his hand on your thigh squeezing every so often.

GAZ

I feel like you would probably be the first big boi that Gaz has ever been with. He finds himself loving every aspect of it right away. But his favorite thing is wearing your clothes. He loves that they are bigger than him and how comfy they are. When he is not out in the field, his is tend to be found in your clothes and during the colder month he definitely feels like he scored because your hoodies are so big and warm. Now pair Gaz wearing your clothes while you hold him as he's drifts off to asleep. He's almost too overwhelmed with happiness to sleep, but he manages. Also, this goes hand in hand with Gaz's love for naked cuddling.

GHOST

Ghost being a big boi, finds comfort in the fact that you are chubby. He likes that you know the struggles of being bigger boi and the dsymorphia that can come with that. He also likes that you guys have another level to relate on. Anyway, if you wear the same size of clothes as Simon, your clothes will become shared because he finds comfort in wearing your shirts. It brings him another level of security that he has never had in past relationships. Another thing that makes him feel secure is when he has his head resting on your stomach and you run your fingers through his hair. He could lay like that all day soaking up your warmth and feeling your softness against his face.

[leahblackk]

Soulmates, myths, philosophers and invisible strings

(Not my gif. Whoever made it thank you and I’m sorry)

Summary: Dr. Reid is a very loved professor in the college he teaches at, when he’s not working on the BAU. There’s also another person who is very loved in said college and that’s Miss Y/L also known as Spencer’s female version. The students thought they were soulmates so… why don’t tell pull the strings that were already attached?

Couple: Professor!Spencer Reid x fem!professor!reader

Warnings: Spencer mention things about killers when he’s teaching. Let me know if you find something else!

Song this fic was inspired: Invisible string by Taylor Swift (mostly)

Category: Fluff and maybe a little bit of humour. I’m not good with jokes but I like to think this has a little bit of it.

Word count: 3793 words (not exactly)

Hello!! I’m so so excited about this fic and I’m so so happy to say that it’s for @samuel-de-champagne-problems’s fic challenge for her 1,000 followers. Congrats my love! I’m so so happy and proud of you and I hope you can like this fic a little <3

Warning: there’s much about Greek mythology like a lot of it and that’s because I’m obsessed with it. All of this was basically just me being a nerd and sharing some dumb knowledge with you so I’m sorry for that!!

Tagging: @measure-in-pain, @alexlovescriminalminds and @all-tings-diego

Spencer never felt more comfortable doing something besides his job as an FBI agent until he became a professor in the criminology and physiology field in one of the colleges in DC because he loved to ramble about things he was passionate about, and he loved to know people could learn from what he knew, so teaching was definitely one of his favourite things to do.

Luckily, he became one of the most loved professors around the college. He felt flattered about it. Some of them loved him because of his looks, others because of the way he acted around them, always helping people who needed so and he was never mean, he was understanding and he would help you if you had troubles, he was also adored because of the subject he teaches. People loved to hear his stories in the FBI.

Yet he competed for the title of the best professor with the history and literature teacher, Miss Y/n Y/L. He knew who she was, they were coworkers after all, but Spencer never personally spoke with her. He saw her in the hallways, in the parking lot, sometimes even in the metro. He saw her in the library, in the cafeteria, in the meetings. He always saw her and felt something about her, yet he never spoke to her even if he wanted to. Even if he was dying to. He feel this need to be close to her and it frustrated him because he couldn’t explain why.

He heard stories from her and how amazing she was from his students. He felt a little jealous about it, but he couldn't actually mind.

Spencer, to be sincere, died to speak to this popular teacher, but he never dared to do so. Always scared he was going to mess it up or say the wrong thing.

Until a week ago when she was looking for a book. Spencer saw her in a comfy blue cardigan, her high black converse, and mismatched socks. His legs trembled. If he felt attracted to her before, he did much now.

"Do you need help with something?" He politely asked, standing behind her. His body was a little close to her, not much enough to make her uncomfortable but long enough to smell her perfume and hair, a smell he found familiar, but he didn't know where. His heart started to go faster and faster.

"Hi, yes. I'm looking for this book for my class, but I don't know where it is. I have knowledge there's only one copy of them here, you know how the library school is," she started to ramble. She looked down from his hazel, daring, and sweet eyes, and her face started to feel warmer.

Spencer Reid had an effect in people not even him knew. His eyes could melt ice just by a simple glaze and he could definitely melt someone’s heart.

"Yeah, the library sucks sometimes," he said trying to make her look at him, he was dying to feel her eyes on him once again, “Uh, which book are you looking for?” he asked.

She took her phone out and showed him a picture of one of the classic Greek mythology books, getting closer to his body and feeling his warmth. Spencer bend down a little to see the phone perfectly and his breath was on the back of her neck. He recognized the book. One of his favourites even. He looked at the table that was next to them. He was reading the book once again.

He walked and stretched his hand out to take the hardcover and cold book into his large hands. The book was old and a little broken, but the history in its pages remains untouchable.

"Here," Spencer handed the book. She looked at his hands.

"Oh, but you are reading it," she felt guilty then.

"Don't worry. I already read it like a thousand times," he chuckled, "But you can give it back to me once you finish," he said, looking forward to talking to her again.

Y/n sweetly smiled, and Spencer could feel himself being already under her spell, "Thank you and, of course, Dr. Reid."

And with that, she left.

Spencer's cheeks got warmer, and the blushed quickly appeared on his face while the smile never fade away.

She knew his name.

…

Spencer walked around his classroom. The bell hasn’t rung just yet, and he was waiting for his students to come in. He prepared a fun class for them, with some activities and mostly knowledge for those who actually were interested in the subject and not just him walking around and rambling.

He organized the papers and the books on his desk, and the bell finally made its sound while the students came in and started talking about the class they just had.

"Miss Y/L is so fun. I always look forward to going to her classroom," a girl said while sitting in the front seat while her friends followed her.

Spencer's heart stopped when he heard her name. He wiped the sweat out of his hands on his pants, trying to look as normal as possible.

"And she is hot," A boy whose name Spencer knew as Jaeden spoke and sat next to the brunette girl.

"You only think of that," the brunette said with annoyance rolling her eyes.

"As you do with Dr. Reid," the boy let out, looking at Spencer.

On the other hand, Spencer raised his eyebrows, looking at the girl who was too embarrassed to even look at him in the eyes.

Spencer cleared his throat when he saw everyone was on their seats already, trying to pretend he didn’t heard what Jaeden just said to not embarrass the girl any further, "Alright. I think we should start with the class," he said, walking to his desk for the papers he was going to hand. He grabbed them, his hair falling on his face and he could hear someone sighed.

But his plans were interrupted when the door softly opened. Spencer's eyes look at the sound, with one hand grabbing the papers and the other getting the hair away from his eyes. And he saw her figure, she shone like golden, pure golden.

"Miss Y/L," he said, trying to contain a smile but failed.

The class looked at Spencer's face who smiled sweetly, and their eyes travelled to miss Y/l, who also had a smile on her face. They could sense the energetic want to wrapped each other in their arms, it was strong and it embraced everyone in the room.

The brunette girl looked at Jaeden, who got closer to her heart, "She stole your man already. Look at him all whipped," he laughed, trying to make the brunette jealous. But she wasn't.

"Jokes on you. We already got married in my dreams."

Jaeden rolls his eyes.

"I'm sorry to interrupt the class, Dr. Reid, but-" she began to say, but Spencer cut her in the middle of the sentence.

"Call me Spencer, please. I-if you'd like."

The class giggled a little, and Spencer looked at the floor, feeling like a schoolboy again.

Y/n smiled at him, "I brought the book back, Spencer."

He smiled at the way she said his name. It sounds so sweet, so beautiful and angelic, so… familiar. It made him feel butterflies all over his stomach. He tried not to blush. Apparently, that was the only thing he was doing in front of her.

She walked carefully. Her students knew she wore mismatched socks. They never questioned why but they didn't know Spencer did as well until she stood in front of him, their feet looking at each other. Converse with Converse and mismatched socks with mismatched socks.

She wore one blue and one yellow, and he wore one yellow and one blue. They didn't notice, but their students did.

Y/n gave Spencer the book, and he carefully took it, without looking away from her. "T-Thank you," he carefully said grabbing his papers with much force as he thought they would fall at any moment.

She smiled and looked at his students, "Behave well, kids. Especially you, Jaeden," Spencer looked at the boy who had his cheek blushed.

Jannet, the brunette girl, lifted her hand before Miss Y/L left the classroom, "Did you know, Miss Y/L, that Jaeden has a crush on you?" She tried to have some revenge for what he had done earlier.

The class giggled again, and so did Y/n, "Yeah, he told me about it the second class we had together," She smiled, looking at Spencer one more time to then leave. Leaving Spencer as mess, wanting to run and follow her.

Spencer looked at the door where she just walked out, and Jaeden looked at him, "Same, Dr. Reid," Spencer frowned and looked at him.

"What?"

"What?"

…

Spencer walked through the library hallways of the college once again. There was a magnetic something that drove him there. Like a magnet. That's what he liked to think instead of thinking he was there because he knew she was there.

There was something about her he couldn't stop thinking about. Maybe it was her kindness and the way people talked about her, or how he, unconsciously and by that he meant totally conscious, saw one of her classes outside of the door in the cold hallway before his class. She mainly teaches about myths, especially Greek mythology ones, while she also talks about literature. It was her own subject, and the way she was passionate about it made Spencer tremble, and his heart felt this heartwarming feeling. He could feel something pulling him into her, but he couldn't figure out why exactly. Which instead of pulling him away, it called him like wolves to the moon. It pulled him more and more.

The way her eyes sparkled, and she moved her hands while she moved around the room. Yeah, it excited him. It made him feel like he could be like that with her and he would be not judged at all.

So maybe he was, indeed, in need to talk to her. Once he did, he couldn't stop anymore. But he wasn't complaining.

He held one book in his arms and walked while he scrunched his nose a couple of times, feeling nervous. And he saw her at the end of the hallway next to a window with the sunset illuminating her face.

She frowned at the new sense of presence. One she had felt every time the handsome Dr. Reid was around.

So she lifted her head, and her eyes looked straight to his hazel ones. Ones that had been haunting her for long enough. It felt different when she looked at everyone else. No one's eyes felt as exciting and sparkly as him, to be under his gaze and be admired, even only for breve seconds, for the most comforting and beautiful pair of eyes her own ones never had the privilege to analyze, until know.

So, even if she was intimidated by eye contact, she took the seconds her soul dared to look at his to memorize it. To love. She wanted to be able to know those windows to the soul as they were her own.

And when the eye contact was enough, she looked down, smiling at him first, of course. Smile that had Dr. Reid under a spell that couldn't be broken even with the strongest or wickest magic that could ever exist.

He felt devoted to her.

And so did she.

"Miss Y/n, "Spencer said without being able to keep the smile in. The butterflies acting up, and he licked his lips for a brief second. She repeated what he did and licked her own. They were synchronized already.

"Dr. Reid," she answered, with a shy smile as well.

On the other side, behind some tall shelves, two kids were spying on their conversation. Jaeden and Jannet.

"Care to repeat why we are spying on our educators?" Jaeden asked.

Jannet rolled her eyes, "They love each other. It's pretty obvious."

"And?"

"Miss Y/l, it's like Dr. Reid's female version, or he is hers. The point is, because of that, they won't be able to move forward in their relationship. That's why we have to act and help them out."

"We? Excuse me, but I won't have any part in this," Jaeden argues.

"Then I will have to look for someone else to help me out, but they will end up together, and I can assure you that."

"What are you two doing?" Melissa, their friend, asks behind them, making them jump in their place, "Why are you two spying on them?"

"Jannet wants to parent trap them. She wants to do Eros's job," he rolled his eyes.

"Someone listens to Miss Y/ns class," Jannet jokes.

"Oh, I am totally in if you want some help," Melissa proposed, "I love how they look together even though I had a crush on both of them," she admitted.

Jaeden looked at her with a frowned, but said nothing. Melissa was the combination between him and Jannet, although he wouldn’t admit it out loud.

"I do want your help, Melissa. Thanks for being a good friend," Jannet said with sarcasm looking at Jaeden. He groans.

"Alright. I will help you out."

"Excellent."

Spencer moved closer on the couch to her. Their knees slightly touching each other, a small move but strong enough to make them feel goosebumps, "And what are you teaching this week?" Spencer asked.

"We are talking about how different the myths can be depending on who tells them or where they get their information. The kids keep believing Medusa was Athena's priestess," Spencer nodded and chuckled.

"But isn't that version of the roman myth?" he asked.

Yes, he knew the answer to that question, but she wanted to hear it from her.

"Actually," she said, preparing to talk, "There's a few versions of the myth out there, but the one of Medusa being Athena's priestess and then being cursed was created by a man who used to change myths to fit his agenda. But the Greek myth is completely different."

Spencer looked at her. She looked beautiful while she explained something he completely knew but coming from her was like learning for the first time. It made him feel excited.

He could only nod. He didn't know what else to say as he was mesmerized by her.

She wasn’t only just beautiful and kind, but she was intelligent as well. Spencer thought that maybe she was the real goddess after all.

"What about you? What are you teaching?" Spencer came back to reality. He cleared his throat before speaking, shaking slightly his head.

"I'm gonna explain the different stressors and triggers in people and how that can affect the way they behave," he explained shortly.

“Interesting. Doesn’t that, sometimes, make them killers?” She asked loving the way he explained everything, his voice and the way he pronounced his words. No doubt why some of her students went to his class even if they weren’t studying that subject.

“It effects in the whole process for them to become one. Other ones had it in them and the triggers only push them into actually doing it.”

“Romantic subject,” she chuckled. Spencer smiled.

"Indeed."

They both chuckled, staring into each other's eyes and looking away after a few seconds. Feeling obsessed with each other each second that passed by.

…

Y/n sat on her desk waiting for her students to come in. She always sat like that with her legs crossed above each other as it was more comfortable for her instead of the chair here she had awful back pain, and maybe it was because of her bad posture.

She hoped her students like the subject she had chosen for that day. The irony of life was about to hit her very soon.

The bell rang, and they came in saying quick greets to her, to which she responded with a quiet voice and smile.

"Alright, kids take your seats and pull the popcorns out because we are gonna talk about some myths," she makes a short jump from her desk to the ground and takes a marker to start writing.  

Greek mythology about soulmates, she wrote.

Jannet, Melissa, and Jaeden almost choked on their drinks when they saw what they were going to learn, "If this isn't a sign, then I don't know what else it is," Melissa quickly whispered to her friend. Jannet nodded.

"We all have heard of the different versions of soulmates and what they are," she explained. At the same time, she moved around, moving her hands as tools of illustration, "The most famous one that I think many people know is the string that the myth says it's connected on our pinkies and to our person," she moved her pinkie, "The greeks thought different," Y/n said sitting on her desk once again, "The greek myth says humans were once one, with two faces, two legs, two arms, and one soul, from there comes the name soul mates. Some might have said Zeus feared them, and that's why he slipped them in two, and they were cursed to look for the other half for the rest of their life, but they actually offended him, and you should know better than to offend a god. Mostly Zeus," the classes nodded, "He split them in two , condemning them to spend their lives in search of their other halves. Plato approved this Egyptian religion-philosophy, but Cicero didn't, he said, and I quote, "I express my surprise at the slow-wittedness of those who would have it that a living endowed with both immortality and blessedness is 'spherical' in shape, merely because Plato maintains that no shape is more beautiful than the sphere. In my view, the cylinder, the cube, the cone, and the pyramid are more beautiful. And what sort of life is assigned to this rotund god?"

“What a jerk," Jaeden said, and the class laughed.

Y/n chuckled, "We all have our different opinions."

"What about you, Miss Y/n. Do you believe in soulmates?" Jannet asked. There was some wit behind that question, of course. After her plans to put Dr. Reid and her together, Y/n didn't know this just yet.

"I teach myths. I believe in myths. I do believe in soulmates. Do you?"

Jannet let out a smirk, "I do. Absolutely do."

…

"Okay, let's take a moment now to discuss the difference between a trigger and a stressor," he explained, moving his hands to explain his point, "A trigger is a sensory event experienced by an offender that precipitates subsequent behaviour, whereas a stressor is a longer-term pattern of behaviour or circumstances which push a person into behaving differently than they normally would," he stopped to look at his students, "I've heard many stories of different serial killer and why they have killed. Some of them just because they get excited with the adrenaline that comes with killing, and others can have something that drove them to that point, such as revenge, jealousy, and even love. I once worked a case of a man who killed women who didn't fit the idea of what he wanted as a soulmate, and he explained he killed them because they weren't his soulmate. He took them out on a date and if they weren’t want he wanted, he stabbed them repeatedly and dump them where they had their date.”

Melissa lifted her hand, and Spencer gave her permission to talk, "What are the odds of meeting our soulmates?" she asked.

Spencer frowned at the question. However, he answered, "Mathematical estimates indicate that your chances of finding your soul mate are only 1 in 10,000, which is 0,010 percent, which is mathematically impossible as you have to assume all the things your soulmates is supposed to have in order to be with you such as having the same age as you as you were destined since birth," he explained.

"Do you believe in soulmates, Dr. Reid?" Jannet asked.

"No. I think it is highly impossible to have someone who is destined to be with you just because."

"Miss Y/n actually spoke today about what the Greeks thought about soulmates and their myth," Jaeden said, "And what Plato and Cicero thought about it. It reminds me of you and her."

Spencer raised an eyebrow, "How come?"

"Plato believed the myths as Miss Y/n does. She said she believed in soulmates, and Cicero was driven more by science and maths and said he didn't believe in those like you."

The bell rang, and everyone got out, leaving Spencer with doubts running through his head. Y/n believed in soulmates? Of course, she did. She teaches myths. She must.

And he is a man of science.

He couldn’t believe in soulmates.

Could he?

…

"Okay, the plan is ready," Jannet informed Melissa.

"Today is the perfect day as they both spoke about soulmates," Melissa said trying to contain her excitement.

"You two are absolutely crazy," Jaeden said, but the girls didn't pay attention as they walked to Dr. Reid's classroom. He looked at them to ask what they needed, but they talked first.

"Dr. Reid! Miss Y/n asked if you could go to her classroom. She said she needed help with something," Jannet spoke. Spencer frowned. He had some things to do, but if she needed him…

Spencer didn't say anything and just walked with them until they got to her classroom. Spencer saw her sitting on her desk while she read a book. He always got hypnotized by how beautiful she looked, even doing common and mundane things like reading, but then it came to his mind. She didn't need any help.

He was going to turn around to ask, but the door was closed and locked. And they heard Melissa's voice, "He doesn't believe in soulmates, Miss. Y/L Talk some sense to him."

Y/n frowned, "You don't believe in soulmates, Dr. Reid?"

Spencer turned around to face her, he lifted his hand to touch his hair, and he spoke then, "I uh. I do not."

She sweetly smiled, bringing a leg to her chest and resting her chin on her knee, looking at him, "I thought so. You look like someone who doesn't believe in anything mystic."

"I-I believe in ghosts and magic!" he tried to defend himself.

Y/n chuckled, "And you don't believe in soulmates?"

"No," he murmured, "It's technically impossible. You know the odds of finding your soulmate are-"

"1 in 10,000?"

"Y-Yeah," he said, raising an eyebrow, "And if you know that, why do you still believe in it?" He got closer to her without even noticing. He sat next to her on the desk, crossing his legs.

"It's nice to think there's someone destined to be with you, someone who is at the end of the golden string and waiting," she murmured, looking at him, "I have never been good with love and to think there's someone who could love me even if i am a complete mess it's a good thing. Besides, Greek mythology isn't a fantasy book. It's a religion alive."

Spencer nodded, his heart aching yet her words being awfully familiar, "I'm not good with love either," he confessed, feeling like he just drank a bottle of truth potion, "I-I fell in love with someone as well, someone who could understand me and I thought we were meant like…like soulmates but she was taken from me in front of my eyes," he looked at her, compassion and empathy on her eyes, he was waiting for pity, but there was none.

"Soulmates are still soulmates even if death takes them apart."

"I know, but that was different."

"I guess the universe decided to bring us together," she said, regretting her words as soon as they left her mouth. That sounds like she is telling him they are soulmates, "I-I mean for emotional support and everything. I-I'm not saying you and I are-"

"Y/n?"

"Yes, Spencer?"

"Haven't you felt weird since we first talked?" he could see the clear confusion on her face, "There's something that makes me be here with you instead of any other place, like-like," he struggled with the words.

"Like you were attached and pulled with an- "

"Invisible String."

She nodded, "Like an Invisible String."

"Are you my soulmate, Y/n Y/L?"

"Why don't you come and figure it out, Spencer Reid?"

He smiled sweetly at her, turning around on the desk to be sitting in front of her. She did the same. Spencer grabbed her hands and kissed them, then looked up at her. Her breath got cut, and Spencer leaned in, taking with one hand her right cheek, and the other rested on her waist, "May I kiss you? I've been dying to feel the sweetness of your lips," he whispered, looking at her lips pulling their foreheads together. Y/n closed her eyes and licked her lips for a second.

"I thought you would never ask."

And he didn't need anything else as he connected their lips together. She and Spencer sighed. It felt like a relief in the middle of the storm, like cold on a hot summer night. It felt like a puzzle being finally connected with its right parts.

Spencer pulled away, his forehead still resting on hers, “You know? For a minute I actually thought you were a Greek goddess.”

She gasped, “Oh no. You discover my secret. It was a tramp Spencer, my lips have not sweetness in them, it’s poison.”

Spencer smiled, “It was worth to kiss you, even if that would bring me death,” he gave her a quick kiss.

“Don’t you want to tell that to your scientist self? About the odds of meeting your soulmate?”

“I think you are the 1 in the 10,000”

“Mathematically impossible huh?”

“You’re not gonna let that one fade away, are you?”

She shook her head and smiled, “Nope. Not even for a bit, not now, not ever, not-“

Spencer kissed her again.

She smiled in the middle of the kiss.

And they kissed sweetly. It was sweet and passionate. But the string was finally connected with its other half.

The soul, with its companion.

Take that, Cicero.

And isn't it just so pretty to think All along, there was some Invisible string Tying you to me?