#I'm stuffing this in the tags because honestly why not at this point.

[cryptidcorners]

Hello again! I have yet another request to ask of my favorite Mike writer, if you are in want of something to make. How about Abby’s babysitter girl and her are playing/reenacting Abby’s favorite fairy tale, then Mike steps in just in time and Abby demands he come over to play Prince Charming. Humiliating Mike, amusing the babysitter, and then also stirring up romantic feelings all the while. Thanks so much!

Crown - Mike Schmidt x F!Reader

Description: Mike is dragged into another one of Abby's plays, being forced to play Prince Charming with you as some warrior princess as the pairing. As Abby's creative tale unfolds, she's completely oblivious to your romantic tension with her older brother.

# requested by @/scribblesandsherlock

Media: FNaF!Movie

Character: Mike Schmidt (+ Abby)

Tags: Babysitter!Reader, Flusteted Mike, Domestic, Fluff, Playing With Abby, Fantasy Themed, Romantic Tension, Slice of Life, Friends to ? ? ?, Some Flirting, Cute Stuff, Feminine Terms used !

No Warnings.

read my TOS + Mike Schmidt Masterlist

"And then—" Abby was holding a cardboard tube colored messily over your head, blessing you with the imaginary title of "Warrior queen of the Rabbit Kingdom." which held a decent ring to it. Trying hard to desperately not break out of character, you giggled and replied as seriously as you could: "Thank you for bestowing this honor on me, Queen Schmidt."

Abby giggled and cleared her throat, shaking in excitement. "Now, I give you the honor of my son. Prince—uhm, Schmidt." She shrugged at you with a smile, then shifted back into her Queen Schmidt personality. "So you can get married and live happily ever after," her eyes wandered around for a toy suitable to fit the role. You gazed around too, "Oh, no. Is your son, perhaps, missing?"

"I hope not." Abby said, "You'll see him." she scavenged around and you sat comfortably. Until you saw Mike walk into the room, fixing the color of his sweater, unknowing of the world he was about to accidentally walk into, "Hey Abs, have you seen my—" Mike halted. "What is happening?"

"Hey, you can be the prince." Abby said, "I think my crown can fix you."

Mike raised his hands defensively, "Oh, no. I'm not good at playing royalty." he shook his head. "Besides, I need to go shopping."

"When will you be back?" You asked in your normal tone of voice.

"Three," he said. "Three-ish?"

"Ah,"

"Mike, please." Abby begs, tugging her sluggish older brother by his sleeve as he stumbles hunched toward to level with her. Mike huffs, "Do I really need to be a prince? Why not a knight, or something cool?" he humors lightly. His eyes wash up at you, and he can't resist giggling at your costume made from scratch. It was impressive what Abby could make with her scrapes of material and tape. "No, she's the the knight." Abby pointed. Amused, you respond, "and a princess."

"And a princess." Abby adds, "And a witch!"

"Oh. So, I don't get any powers?" Mike says dryly, though there's a scrape of playfulness wrapped behind his blunt demeanour. He sat up and shut his eyes promptly for Abby to delicately place a cardboard mock crown on Mike's head. Abby smiled, before replying honestly, "That's because you're lame. Maybe next time you can be a princess, witch and knight."

"Goodie." Mike was obviously trying to drag a laugh out of you with his dramatic tone. You could see his eyes twinkled when it worked. There was a circle of stuffed animals and dolls, all clad in an organic costume made from Abby's workshop of a room.

"Okay, now we have a prince." She discarded the toy in her hand. "Now, you two can get married. And rule The Rabbit Kingdom."

"Married?" Mike knew it was pretend but his face flushed. "I didn't know that,"

"I am a princess, and you're the prince." You explained, almost toying with him. Mike chuckled, covering his face in light embarrassment.

"Yeah, Mike. Catch up." She cleared her throat. Mike was enjoying it much more than he thought he would. Maybe it was the idea of marrying you that sounded appealing, but that was ridiculous. He didn't love you. Did he?

Abby grabbed a floppy cat with buttoned eyes and calico patterns, making a deep voice. "I am the priest, and I say, that—we are gathered here today to see a prince and a princess get married. And, well . . ." She trailed off. "I don't know what a priest says, so. You're married!" She dropped the toy and tube together. Raising her hands out dramatically with a fun smile. "You can kiss now. Like couples do," she snickered.

You and Mike got close, giggling and awkwardly talking over each other as you tried to find a loophole. Mike swore his face was as hot as a furnace, and your stomach was twisted with butterflies caught in a trap. Abby broke the strange mental tango between you two, "You can hug if you want."

"Oh, right." You gazed at Abby, then back at Mike.

"Yeah, we can do that." He said. And so you did. Falling into a tight embrace for a couple seconds. Mike wanted to be longer, but he had errands. Plus, he doubt you'd stay long enough. Abby giggled, "You guys are husband and wife, now! Awesome." she looked around, eyes plotting something. She ran towards her room,"One second, I need to get something! Don't leave, Mike."

Yet, as soon as she disappeared. Mike stood up with a grunt, sighing. With a gentle smile, you gazed up at him. "Going so soon? We just got married."

"Very funny." Mike's cheeks flared as he removed the crown delicately and ran his fingers through his curls. He sighed and grabbed his wallet that was sitting longingly on the tabletop. "Tell her I got kidnapped by some monster or something, I'll think of a way to sneak in."

"Well, you got the right girl." You walked up to him, grabbing the door. "I am a warrior too."

"You're very in character." Mike hummed. "Is this going to be referenced often? Is it gonna be a thing?"

"Maybe, maybe not." You chuckled.

Once Mike had left his house. He felt an intense whirlwind of emotions. Romantic emotions. Loving feelings and sick stomach aches. Mike knew he wasn't a real prince, nor were you the ruler of some Bunny Palace but part of him was thinking of a life like that. Not with royalty or talking animals, but just you two. Married. The thought wasn't too strong, yet. But it kept him smiling when he was shopping. All the way through.

[discoveredreality]

intro post <3

don't mind me editing this like every single day lol

my dm's and askbox is always open if u want to talk <3

anons are welcome too <3

also if u want to make new friends i am right here pls say hi im fucking lonely😭

anyways

BELOVED MOOTS <33333 (everyone is tagging them and this is fun)

this in no particular order just whoever pops up on my dash or smth idk. not every moots just the ones i actually know lol. ok so

@im-ur-sleep-paralysis-demon THEY'RE AMAZING LOVE THEM SM IF U DON'T FUCK OFF BECAUSE OMG KJHLGJKFJHLKYFJHKJGL

@ma-lan13 HELP MY BESTIE IRL GOT TUMBLR OMG OMG. AND SHES ACTUALLY USING IT WTF?????? ANYWAYS SHES THE BEST <333

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@im-on-crack-send-help TWINNING IN LITERALLY EVERYTHING. SAME MUSIC TASTE. SAME TASTE IN FOOD. IN DRINKS. IN THE WAY WE THINK. WTF. ANYWAYS SHE'S MY POOKIE I LOVE HER <333

@the-gay-skeleton-in-ur-closet THEY'RE THE BEST OMGGGGG and they're nice and cool and shit <333333 i'm quoting myself it's fine AND LIKE SO NICE AND GOOFY AND EVERYTHING OMG

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@book-girl4eva SHE'S AMAZINGGGGG. IT'S SO EASY TO GOOF AROUND W HER I LOVE IT. SHE ALWAYS SLAYS SO HARD. EVERYTHING ABOUT HER SLAYS. idk if you'll see this but this is for u pookie <3

@mil-pinterest-sss-here-i-am ??? questioning why we're moots. but he's literally so nice. literally will be my therapist and help me w maths because that shit is impossible 😭

@dandelionflowery omg literally so kind and everything all the time. so fun fun reading their fics and doing shit together omg

@sweetwarmcookies16 OMG RIJGDJFGIJFGIF THE BEST I LOVE PLAYING GAMES TOGETHER AND TALKING AND EVERYTHING. ALSO AN AMAZING WRITER

idk brain isnt braining ill add ppl as i go along

moodboards made by my lovely lovely moots <3

so far i only have one here cause i forgot to link the previous ones whoops 😭😭😭

about me

i'm ari. she/her. nicknames welcome. go wild. dude/bro/girl/literally anything is also fine. i use 'lol' and '<3' too much. minor. literally the biggest procrastinator and so disorganised i dare u to find someone worse than me. i'm indian but i live in australia. bengali/north indian idk. band kid :D my pinterest is here. PLEASE DM ME IF U WANT TO. I NEED FRIENDS. IM AWKWARD AND BAD AT MAKING CONVERSATION BUT STILL PLS 😭😭😭

personality/star sign or whatever

according to the mbti test here i am an istp-t. i am also a cancer. i found out my sun, moon and rising signs and the marauders version and i wrote it down and lost it so then i redid it and i lost it again so i can't bother at this point someone help me :(

time zone

Australian Eastern Standard Time (AEST) i think?? SUCK ON THAT AMERICANS AND WHOEVER ELSE EHHEHEHHEHE ;LSDJFSFJIJFDJF;LJ

my music taste

i love taylor swift, conan gray, olivia rodrigo, sabrina carpenter and honestly a lot of other stuff lol. also love bollywood music.

favourite books and authors

i love reading and i'm usually a really fast reader lol. i love harry potter (fuck jkr tho), kotlc, chetan bhagat books, the inheritance games, agggtm, literally all of karen m. mcmanus's books, the divergent series, pjo and hoo, lorien legacies, the selection, powerless, soc, girl in pieces, dictionary of lost words and bookbinder of jericho, all the books by amish, and a bunch of other books.

dni

idk the usual?? if u think ppl arent valid or you're literally an asshole. honestly you all can go get stuffed. idgaf

tag games and shit

yes you can absolutely tag me. i love tag games and chain asks. sometimes i may not get to doing it but i usually will and it makes me so happy when i'm tagged lol

tags

i don't post that much stuff so i don't really have mulitple tags for my posts. anything or any shitposting or thoughts will be tagged #ari's shit. for asks it's #ari gets an ask?

fandoms!

i'm literally obsessed with drarry but i'm mostly part of the marauders fandom. i'm starting to make my way through all of the marauders fics. i love love love hermitcraft. i'm an ethogirl literally who doesn't love etho?? also really into trafficblr. i literally love six of crows so much like omg. desperately trying to get through the magnus archives im only 8 years late haha i also love kotlc sm. (team foster-keefe forever!) i'm low-key in love with keefe sencen cause omg. aaaand also a bunch of other shit but those are the main ones idk bro

i'm bored and this is too long already might as well add more so here are a bunch of userboxes :D

and that's all not because i have self control but because there is a limit to images per post 😭😭😭 i literally had to delete some of my aesthetic images for this soooo

all the above photos are not mine, i got them off of pintrest.

my profile pic is obviously from the makowka picrew here

the beautiful dividers are linked here. these are by @saradika-graphics she is a literal star these dividers are so good

IK THIS IS WAY TOO FUCKING LONG AND I KEEP ON ADDING SHIT MORE SHIT SO IF U ACTUALLY LIKE READ TO THE BOTTOM THIS HERE IS FOR U LMFAO ILYSM <333333

[bookwyrminspiration]

I'm confused

Why do you hate Watson so much

What did that dog do to you

Let me take you back to the summer of 2023.

It's lovely, peaceful, @camelspit's just started the first best keeper character bracket. We're starting with rounds of five, and June 16th, we've got a rather odd bracket: Alina, Oralie, Ella, Gisela, and Mr. Snuggles.

Roisin asks in the tags for the stuffies not to win, so I go haha, I don't really care about any of these guys except Snuggles. I have my own Mr. Snuggles and a fondness for dragons, so I vote for him. Don't even think of it. I don't even think I reblogged it. Mr. Snuggles wins

He has another round, a 1v1. I vote for him again, don't think much of it. his opponents are piddling. He wins

Then we get to round three. He's against Verdi, and at this point i've gotten attached--I love this lil dragon. But Verdi poses a real threat, because when I vote he's losing. I start campaigning. Cath becomes my enemy. It starts escalating.

But Mr. Snuggles pulls through, victorious. And I have now very publicly pronounced and committed myself to this bit.

We carry him through round 4 and round 5, but then we face round 6: Fitzroy vs Mr. Snuggles. It's cruel, it's twisted, it's exactly what Roisin would do.

BUT! We miraculously manage to tie the round so they both proceed.

Finally, in round 7, the very last round before finals, he loses to Sophie. i'm sad, but honestly the fact he made it to the last four is super impressive and unexpected? i'm proud

You'd think this'd be the end of it.

But Catherine, @everliving-everblaze, started a Best Fitz Duo Poll while the best character poll was running.

And one of the duos is Fitz & Mr. Snuggles.

He sweeps his first round, but that's not noteworthy.

What splintered the fandom was round two: Fitz & Mr. Snuggles vs Fitz & Alvar.

At this point in time Snuggles is still in the best character running, energy is high--I'm committed to this bit. And I don't think he stands a chance, so I don't feel bad pushing for him.

I was wrong.

It escalates.

Fitz and Snuggles stand a real chance of beating Fitz and Alvar, the fucked up sibling duo of the series. The origin of wiityispb. The blueprint.

I start trying to backpedal.

It doesn't work.

They win.

All because I decided in round three of the best character poll to throw myself behind snuggles and work the fandom up. I'm in too deep now; I can't back out--Summer (@when-wax-wings-melt) will never look at me the same. People are outraged.

I've tied myself to this stuffed dragon.

Who knows what could've been, but due to some funky tagging, I don't see the next round and it distributes oddly, and Fitz and Snuggles lose in silence to Fitz and Sophie.

A quiet end. At this point Snuggles is both out of the best character and fitz duo poll. The fandom calms and moves on, but I've set a precedent for myself. I'm The Snuggles Guy

And a few months ago, a year later, Roisin decided to have another best character poll.

To make it more manageable, there's a preliminary round to determine who will be in the poll for real. Roisin, who I can only assume was salty, ensured Snuggles would be out from the get go. It was a remarkably close fight, though. Watson, The Foster Family dog, also lost his poll. But who gives a shit about him

I'm sad, but hey, there's the comeback round! Any characters eliminated have a chance to be voted back into the running if they get enough support--there are 9 spots available.

I reblog asking for support for Mr. Snuggles, and, because I'm not a dog person, I decide to throw in a fuck Watson for fun. Who cares about some random dog we haven't even met in this fantasy series. There's some banter

The comeback round ends. Mr. Snuggles does not make it. Watson does.

I threw everything behind this dragon through two polls, tested the limits of my friendships, tied myself to him soul to soul. He was nearly a finalist, he nearly beat Sophie in the preliminaries.

And he lost to some fucking dog???

Mr. Snuggles didn't even make it to round one?

Unacceptable. Not on my fucking watch.

I will see that dog in the dirt if it's the last thing I do.

Thank you for your time.

[justatalkingface]

WTF happened?!?

Alright, so for context? I took a break at... *checks bookmark* 395. And looking at that chapter really quick, I'm reminded why I stopped reading for all this time!.That's ten chapters behind, for the record, and from what I can tell from my occasional glances at the critical tag? Those ten chapters were... something.

Welp. I read them. And then experienced instant regret.

Let's start with the first big thing: Armor Might. Somehow, looking at Armored Might, my first thought isn't WTF, because I've seen the spoilers, but the way that mask frames his smile reminds me of Redestro? Like, what the hell, he actually looks villainous like this. Still, though, the way powers are supposed to be the students isn't just cringe beyond belief it's... actually really dumb?

Like, step back from the ham handed metaphor for a minute, and look at this as a set of powers that someone decided to put in one suit. Ignoring how they stuffed so much shit into a suit, which even for MHA tech breaks my SOD, much less how this is surviving hits that causally blast through buildings, but it's just... inefficient? Let's ignore such choices as 'talking to animals' and 'powered by sugar', which are clearly relics of a different manga and don't make sense to use at all, but just these powers as a package. Does it make sense to put something like, 'make acid' with super strength'? Or 'sound waves'? Etc, etc? Wouldn't you want things that synergize together, so the suit is... I don't know, sturdier, or more effective, rather than having to build in a bunch of random devices just to do a reference? That explains why half of them aren't even same powers, it's just pointlessly pasting the names on things built to counter literally this situation, a reverting AFO, even though they had no possible way to know it would happen. Like a Uravity 'thruster'. Which has fuck all to do with canceling gravity.

Seriously. Cellophane and Blackwhip are literally the same damn thing, as in, literally they're the same tentacles. He's 'using' 'different powers' to retract them. And the sugar power is a... rocket kick? I. Can we just admit this doesn't actually have the entire class in it and move on?

Also, the fact that AFO is apparently super predictable and apparently has never adjusted his tactics once since beating Nana? Bitch please. He's been leading you by the nose since day one, and the only reason you ever beat him is because you out-powered him because you're bullshit and he's nerfed.

As a side note, AFO isn't controlling his reversion. He's not 'choosing' to rewind faster to heal himself, it's just happening, and Eri's Quirk just doesn't give a shit about anything, the acid would just be gone. Eri's Quirk has literally never given a shit about anything, ever, including but not limited to it's target, the person using, or the laws of nature because it's not a healing Quirk, its reversing fucking time.

Honestly, reading this, I'm not even angry about how bad the writing is anymore, I'm just cringing. Both All Might and All For One sound like complete morons, the fight is stupid, it's just.... this is just pathetic and it hurts to read.

I. Is AFO the shining baby. I pretty sure a bunch of people made jokes about the baby coming up but. Is AFO the shining baby?

Why is Stain even here? Why is the suit talking?! Like, they didn't even do anything, it didn't even buy any time, it just dragged out the chapter so we could another cliffhanger!

...Finally. Finally, Momo gets a fucking gun. I guess at this point Hori thought it couldn't harm anything to let her actually be competent, and it looks like a copy of Bakugou's new gear because of course it is, but I don't care just let me have this.

What the fuck is even the point of AFO's mouth ripping open? Like, what is the in-setting reason his cheeks tore apart?

Bakugou: fucking dies.

Bakugou: gets his heart patched together with jeans and a prayer soap bubble.

Bakugou: is instantly jumping into high intensity combat.

Yeah, that makes sense.

Are we really bring back the 'wishing energy' bullshit? Are we bringing back wishing energy and Bakugou is using it?

And now we have Nighteye. Nighteye.

...

You know what? I'm angry again.

Holy fuck. I read the posts, but I didn't believe they were real. Bakugou restarted his own heart. Like. What even is his Quirk, at this point. Like, what is it actually supposed to be, Favoritism Sweat?

All Might, solemnly: Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight.

Me, vomiting:

God, I pity whoever eventually has to voice act that and say that line at all seriously.

And, to the surprise of absolutely no one except the people who actually thought Bakugou died and were angry about it, Bakugou gets his heart impaled and came out the other end with a power up.

Let me sum up my thoughts on that with one simple sentence: The Lion, The Witch, and The Plot Armor of This Bitch.

Here's my impression ten chapters later, after a month or two without reading: I... I did not miss this story.

[brokubroo]

more bokuroo fic recs by your friendly neighborhood bokuroo shipper

i'm back and i have more fic recommendations! here are a handful of bokuroo fics that i think some of you might enjoy, so let's get into it!:

please make sure to mind any ratings and tags associated with the fics that might not be listed here! they're suggestions so you can make informed decisions on your comfortability, so please keep tags and age ratings in mind!

☆ this is how it starts (this is what it means) by eurydicees

Kuroo isn’t quite sure how he got here.  Here, being: stuffed in the backseat of Iwaizumi's car, listening to a combination of Suga’s music and Asahi’s nervous rambling that makes Kuroo want to claw his ears out, skipping out on his chemistry lab, and on a four hour drive to an MSBY Black Jackals game, getting ready to break his own heart. He just knows that, probably, it started with Bokuto.

rated: t (13+)

word count: 14k

tropes: friends to lovers, road trip, post-canon

why i'm recommending it: this is one of those cornerstone fics i just can't get out of my head. not only does it take place from kuroo's point of view as he navigates the nervousness of confessing to bokuto, but it's just so heartwarming and fulfilling in the end. if you haven't already, i definitely recommend putting this on your read-immediately-because-it's-bokuroo-being-bokuroo list!

☆ Belonging by notallballs

"Okay, look," Kuroo said, releasing him and rubbing at his temples wearily. "You wanna come share my bed? You don't have to sleep, but just lie down for a few hours, that cool?" Bokuto made a face. "Your room is so quiet."  "I'll put some music on." Bokuto said nothing. "Kou. That okay? Will you try?" "...Yeah, okay." Bokuto's been having trouble sleeping, but when Kuroo invites him to share his bed, the careful balance of their friendship tips over.

rated: e (18+)

word count: 2k

tropes: friends to lovers, friends with benefits, roommates, sharing a bed, background college au

why i'm recommending it: it's sweet and simple! a common factor that many bokuroo enjoyers like myself love is the roommates trope (aka, THEY WERE ROOMMATES!) and it all comes around to a spicy but also comforting fic where they share a bed...and then they share a bed. what more could you want from a one-shot? bonus: kuroo calls bokuto "kou" and bokuto sleepily calls kuroo "k'ro" in this fic. how cute is that?!

☆ Fly Me To The Moon by Tearsaresalty

Kuroo might have fallen for the silver-haired singer of the jazz café he goes to study. No wait -- he's actually very much in love; he just doesn't realize it at first.

rated: g (everyone) word count: 5k tropes: coffee shop setting, college au, first date, fluff why i'm recommending it: first of all, musician!bokuto and pharmacy student!kuroo is the combination no one thought they needed but definitely deserved. it's cute, lighthearted, features a lineup of seijou characters working in a coffee shop, a well-made chemistry joke, and fluff! it's an all-around enjoyable fic if you want to read about kuroo and bokuto falling in love at first sight.

☆ Betting on Emotions by holdontoyourhulahoops

Kuroo agrees to pretend to be Bokuto's boyfriend for a few weeks so they can win a bet. It shouldn't be that big of a deal, if only his annoying feelings would stop getting in the way.

rated: t (13+) word count: 10k tropes: friends to lovers, fake dating, pining, canon compliant why i'm recommending it: bokuroo and fake dating basically go hand-in-hand when it comes to common tropes with this ship, and honestly? it totally works for them! this is a really nice fic that features some of the best tropes with canon compliant bokuroo: friends to lovers (of course), fake dating (who doesn't love a good pretend boyfriend situation?), pining (majorly), and some good ol' cute moments! it's a pretty enjoyable, down-to-earth fic that i think is worth a read.

☆ #KurooStealsPants2K20 by kuidore

Kuroo was a good person. He was a good person, and he didn't deserve this. He could almost hear Kenma’s disbelieving scoff, and he resisted the urge to mentally tell his best friend to shut his damn mouth (as if it would actually do anything). He didn’t need imaginary Kenma’s judgment at the moment. He’d deal with enough of that from real Kenma later. "I need to borrow your pants." AKA Kuroo needs pants for a lab, Bokuto has the best (or worst) timing, and Kuroo can't catch a fucking break.

rated: e (18+)

word count: 89k

tropes: strangers to friends to lovers, different first meeting, college au, mutual pining, slow burn/build

why i'm recommending it: you might be thinking to yourself, wow, there's been a lot of pining and college fics, i wonder if this one will be different. well, i have good news and more good news: this fic has all of that and more! because, really, how can those things be overused when it comes to bokuroo? not only is this fic longer and more of a slow burn than most other fics i've recommended, but it's full of group chat funnies, angsty moments, and so much more! it's a really fun read, even if you think you're over the college au with mutual pining and friends to lovers, because this one starts out with kuroo stealing bokuto's pants...cue a knowing smirking face here. (there's also a wonderful meet-the-parents one-shot sequel that's also a funny and great follow-up!)

anddd that's a wrap! i hope some of you all were able to find something new to read for bokuroo and have a wonderful lovely amazing bokuroo day!

[ladytanithia]

Writing WIP Wednesday (10/4 good buddy)

I wasn't going to share this week, because I feel like people are tired of Miranja - and me. But I can't help myself. I just hope that @thequeenofthewinter will forgive me for this snippet. This is a different Ulfric in a different reality. ;-) And yes, @dirty-bosmer, there's your favorite line again, haha!

Just got home from work and haven't checked my notifications yet, so I don't know who, if anyone, has tagged me yet. I'm just tagging everyone. :-D

@guarmommy @gwilin-stay-winnin @mareenavee @skyrim-forever @thana-topsy @thechaosdragoness

For Chapter 19 of The Best-Laid Plans Oft Go Awry

When Miranja entered the Palace of the Kings, Ulfric and Galmar were heading into the war room. She followed, waiting for a break in their conversation so she could address Ulfric. To her surprise, he spoke to her first this time, a brief but unmistakable glint of lust in his eyes. “If it isn’t my ‘friend’ from Helgen again. You just can’t stay away from here, can you?” His curious gaze traveled down her body and back up again, surely wondering what she was wearing beneath her long wool cloak. “So, have you finally decided to join me in the fight against the Imperial dogs who nearly put you to death?”

“I’ve come hoping to join you, yes, but not in the war.” Miranja swallowed, feeling a little ridiculous now that she was here facing him. Hopefully, the worst he’d do was tell her no and laugh her out of the place.

Ulfric became irritated. “If you’re not for me, you’re against me. What are you talking about?”

Miranja glanced self-consciously at Galmar. “Could I maybe talk to you in private, please?”

Ulfric, too, glanced at Galmar for a moment, then turned back to her with a puzzled, expectant look. “Whatever you have to say, you can say it in front of Galmar.”

Oh, that wasn’t what she wanted. For a moment, she considered just leaving. Maybe she could try again some other time, when he and Galmar were not together. But when had she ever seen them apart? And she was wearing her most attractive dress and a little makeup… She gathered her courage, took a deep breath, and forged ahead, removing her cloak as she spoke, revealing her tavern dress and a large portion of her rosy flesh.

“I’m just going to come right out and say it. I’m sure you have dozens of women who throw themselves at you already, but I just want to tell you that I find you outrageously attractive and I’d just like to sleep with you if you’ll have me. Selfish, yes. But there has to be a little pleasure to break up the monotony of misery and death.”

Ulfric looked surprised and actually laughed, and she prepared to be ordered out.

“You’re absolutely right.” Ulfric smiled, and Miranja was gratified to see that lustful twinkle back in his eyes. “You have more stones than Galmar over there. And you’re a lot better looking, too.”

Galmar grumbled and voiced his misgivings. “Ulfric, this Imperial harlot may be a spy, sent to get close to you to assassinate you. Don’t let your little head think for your big one.”

Ulfric had started reaching out to touch Miranja’s hair, but he stopped at Galmar’s words and dropped his arm. “Would you like to search her first, Galmar?”

“She’s the Dragonborn,” Galmar pointed out. “She doesn’t need a weapon to kill you. You, of all people, should recognize that.”

“Ah, Galmar,” Ulfric sighed. “That is why you are my right-hand man. I bow to your counsel. But there is more than one way to have a woman. Bind her and gag her.”

Miranja had figured that going alone and without armor would make her appear less threatening, but she obviously hadn’t thought this through as well as she should have. She honestly had no intention of assassinating Ulfric – yet – but of course, they wouldn’t know that. And she’d left Erik back at the Candlehearth to wait for her, so she was on her own here.

Ulfric stepped close and held the back of her head while stuffing his handkerchief into her mouth with his other hand. Galmar roughly grabbed her arms, and a Stormcloak commander she hadn’t even noticed was in the room tied her wrists snugly with a sturdy leather strap and a clever knot. Having her arms tied behind her back forced her chest out, and Ulfric’s eyes shifted downward, but he continued to hold her still while Galmar went on to secure the handkerchief in her mouth with another leather strap stretched across her mouth and tied behind her head. He wasn’t at all careful about it; her hair was caught uncomfortably in the knot and pulled when she moved.

Now Ulfric took hold of the lock of hair he’d been reaching for, lifting it to his nostrils and smelling the lavender she always used. He leaned in closer and nuzzled her ear, sucking on the flesh of her neck. Her heartbeat quickened at his closeness, his warmth, his lips on her skin, the scent of him, masculine but not sweaty or rank.

“I prefer my women to be blonde Nords, but you’re still a comely lass,” he murmured throatily, pulling her against him so that she could feel his erection. “And just the very idea of the future High King and the Dragonborn… mmm… This will be a very pleasant diversion, even if the bards can never compose a song about it.”

[purlturtle]

soft asks 18, 24 😊

Thank you for asking! (list of questions)

18. do you still love stuffed animals?

I've never been big on them, actually, AFAIK - though I have to say, I don't remember a lot of my childhood anyway. I was just talking with my wife today about how I had a stuffed racoon as a kid, named Pascal, which at some point met its demise in the dryer (he managed the washer okay, but the dryer's heat was too much). I honestly don't even remember if I was upset or not - that is how much of my childhood memories are lost. I guess probably I was, but I simply do not know.

Today I *have* a few stuffies, and if I feel really bad, I hug them - but those are extreme situations, that don't happen very often. I like stuffies nevertheless, hence why I have them, but they're more of a decorative thing than for cuddles.

24. what’s something you do to de-stress?

I answered a similar question, "what calms you down", just now, and that covers most of it. Beyond that, my main de-stressing go-to is: CAN I DO SOMETHING ABOUT THIS?

And the answer is No so often.

Like, US politics. They stress me out so badly, but I cannot do anything about them! So I:

unfollow almost all news accounts on SocMed; I get my news via two reputable sources' RSS feeds, one national one local, and even on those I:

block key words, names, phrases that I just don't want to see because it upsets me, I can't change it, and it won't influence my behavior (boycotting, voting) - there is no point letting all that shit drag me down every day when all these things apply. I don't need to wreck my mental health for the sake of "bearing witness" - that's for like the international press, for governments and NGOs, for accountability. Not for individual people whose mental health cannot handle all that shitfuckery that's going on. (I LOVE XKit's "Block This Post" feature and use it very liberally.)

I also unfollow users/accounts who reblog too much upsetting stuff - this is less about specific key words to mute, and more about how some people tend to look at things, and therefore reblog things that fit into that worldview. Some people are really angry, for example, and reblog a lot of angry stuff, or put angry tags - I'm not about that. I don't want my Tumblr time to make me angry. I have enough anger within me already anyway.

focus on those things that I *can* do something about. As in, I try to only reblog political stuff if there's actual advice, links, etc. on *what to do*, such as mutual aid links, instructions on how to contact a representative etc. And outside of social media, I have a few matters that are dear to my heart which I donate towards, and I have pretty solid voting stances, and beyond that I try very hard not to care.

(side note: I will NOT reblog anything that tries the "why is no one talking about" or "if you care, you MUST reblog" or "I dare you to reblog" or other emotional blackmail route of engagement. I hate it, on a visceral level; my care, my compassion, is a very finite resource, which I have to be very very guarded with, and this is the single quickest way to turn me off of that specific matter, no matter how good of a matter it might otherwise be. Hard fucking pass, goodbye.)

Phew! That got long! But yeah, I've been pretty passionate and diligent about this in the past few years; caring too much got me into a big mental health crisis in 2022, and so I *have* to be more mindful about it. I don't want to go off social media completely, because I have friends here and it brings me joy, but I do adhere closely to the above rules.

[charlotterhea]

🥝

Ahh, I'm so excited to have an ask from you! At this point, I almost felt as if I would stalk you. 😂 But what else am I supposed to do? I just enjoy your ramblings. 😁

🥝 What’s your favorite trope/AO3 tag to write?

Oh, that's a hard one for me since I still struggle with tags. I'm pretty sure most of my stories don't have half the tags they fit because I just don't know that there are words for these things. XD

But one tag I can put on almost all of my stories is slowburn. See, I'm a tad bit demisexual and I just love to give my characters an emotional bond before they go down the romance and NSFW road. Plus I somehow unlearned to write short stories. My brain only gives me plots for stories with 50+ chapters and if I have to write all of these chapters anyway I can just as well use them to see my characters grow closer, bit by bit, with all of these beautiful little moments that happen on the way. ^^

Another tag that I have to use almost always is PTSD. Not only because Severus has a lot of that as it is but because I just cannot stop forcing all of my characters through even more terrible stuff. I'm the epitome of 'okay, but how can I make this worse?' (hence all of the chapters I guess 😂).

Honestly, I regularly wonder why my readers still keep up with my stuff. They always have to wait for aeons until anything ship-related happens and until then I torture them with all the drama I stuffed in my plot. Guess I have some pretty patient (and pretty amazing) readers. 🥰

[otakween]

Digimon Adventure (Manga) - Vol. 2

Not gonna lie, this has been kinda a boring read. It actually might of been better if I waited awhile to read it and the first Digimon season wasn't so fresh in my mind. Can't help but compare the two and see this as a downgrade. Ah well, least it's short.

Ch. 8

-This jumped from Infinity Mountain and fighting Leomon/Ogremon to the haunted mansion bit so quickly. It's a pretty common issue with these anime adaptations that they just want to hit the major story beats and they don't let the characters breathe. I'm not saying the characters were super well rounded in the show either, but if I didn't have that background knowledge I probably wouldn't be able to tell you a thing about these kids.

-To this day Ogremon's design really bugs me. Just destined to have his mouth hanging open forever...

Ch. 9

-I had conflated the haunted mansion and haunted church episodes in my mind. Very similar plot lines. I think it was more noticeable here because they smooshed them back-to-back.

-Apparently Bakemon can combine to form "Lord Bakemon," but it's not a digivolution, it's just like a technique that requires multiple digimon I guess. (Hey, I wonder if the use that concept in the video games...?)

-Impressed that they didn't try to localize the Buddhist sutras. I thought Bakemon's "that sounds vaguely anti-evil" and Sora's "what if he's not Buddhist?" lines were funny

Ch. 10

-I feel like the art was really good in this chapter for some reason. Maybe the artist is just particularly good at drawing Izzy/Mimi?

-Pretty sure no one in real life has exclaimed "prodigious" ever. (Does it count as 90s slang if it was only used in fiction?)

-Patamon suggests TK sing to the crying baby digimon and he immediately jumps to NSYNC lol (well, it does have the word "baby" in it...). Wonder what he sang in the Chinese version...

Ch. 11

-Huh, they stuffed a lot into this one. We got the Elecmon chapter in Primary Village, but then we got the battle with Leomon which transitioned into the whole digi-destined backstory thing. Again, no info is really lost with this pacing, it just feels rushed.

-Never noticed how frog-like Elecmon is until now, especially with how his eyes are drawn.

-Very confused by Leomon in this chapter. They note that he grew huge, which makes me think that he digivolved (maybe into Panjamon?) but they just keep on calling him Leomon. Digimon have never been shown to canonically grow in size outside of digivolving (except for weight in the video games) so yeah...-shrug-

Ch. 12

-The end of the Devimon arc and the introduction of Angemon. I really wish the kids had a breather between Devimon's defeat and Gennai showing up and telling them about the tags and crests. It really makes for an anti-climax when they're like "Devimon was nothing compared to the next guy!" immediately after the battle.

-Why isn't Angemon resurrected in Primary Village again...? I guess it's different when there's a tamer around.

Ch. 13

-Lol I'm now remembering how lame a plot point the tags were. The crests are all meaningful and allow for great single-character focused episodes, but the tags are just like "oop, found em." Also, I guess they're all the same? Pretty pointless. They honestly coulda found the crests already inside the tags and it wouldn't have made a difference.

Ch. 14

-Okay, so I said that the crests were better than the tags, but Taichi's crest moment is actually also pretty lame. I guess he was ~courageous~ for saving Tokomon, but he does stuff like that every episode and it didn't feel particularly special/memorable.

-I wouldn't go as far to say that Etemon's grown on me, but I don't really hate him anymore. I tolerate him lol. At least he's got more of a personality than most of the other villains.

[lostplay]

Game 39: Kingdom Hearts 3

I don't think I'm trending new ground here when I say Kingdom Hearts 3 is a disappointment. The sequel just promised so much about itself that it honestly had no hope of pleasing everybody. What I didn't think would happen however is how much the game spreads itself thin to make it feel like there is a bunch of things to do. There is a ton of great things to say about Kingdom Hearts 3, but there is a lot here that makes it feel a bit rushed when it comes down to it.

What I can absolutely praise Kingdom Hearts 3 for is the sheer amount of content we got for it. KH3 contains game & watch style mini-games, a full on cooking mini game, a bubble bobble type puzzle game, photo mode, and an entirely revamped gummi ship mode that let's you explore full maps. Throughout playing KH3 I consistently thought about how neat the whole thing was. Nearly every little thing here is thought through to the point that little details kinda just add an extra charm to how well they are crafted. I genuinely can't express how floored I was when I found out how many mini games the Game & Watch like titles had. Like honestly, I'm sure people would buy little handheld titles like this in real life. The fact that the gummi ship mode is like it's own little arcade shooter also really helped break up the pacing by giving a somewhat challenging and neat mode to play with when we just want to explore. The photo mode even adds a much needed collection element with the hidden mickey's being scattered throughout the worlds. Honestly as much as I hate the brainwashing technique; gamifying it was the way to go. Add that together with a bunch of different mini games in game, and you really start to see that what KH3 did was pay attention to everything, but the main game.

Games being easy shouldn't be seen as a problem, and I would rather encourage it over making something super hard. Providing a challenge is always a unique issue to any given game because each gameplay style is just different, from both players and games alike. So what did KH3 do? Why it made it have so many extra flashy super moves, power ups, summons, and tag team attacks that the only issue is picking the next attack. Really I can't express how easy this game is without mentioning the ride summons. I love the ride summons, I think they are super stylish and a fun thing to do as a sort of mini-game. Sadly though, KH3 doesn't really limit how often you can use them, and constantly feeds you the attacks roughly one minute in any given battle. That is, of course, if you aren't also given a team attack or transformation gauge, and even then it's all in all likely you have all three up to pick from. The game literally feeds you so much "super meter" attacks that I honestly forgot I had additional summons and magic to use. Kingdom Hearts has never been a super nuanced combat system, even at it's peak with KH2, largely the majority of the attack strings are just pressing X at certain times. Here though? You just get over stuffed with options that your brain and battles can't actually engage with combat unless it's something as long as a boss fight. Even then, the problem just becomes using these super moves on the bosses till they die; it truly feels like KH3 just doesn't trust the player enough to give them a proper challenge. Perhaps what is most maddening about this though is just the fact the combat is actually good? Something that returned, and what I love about Dream Drop Distance is the movement options. You are able to dash, jump, and even ride rails like you were in the previous game straight from the start. While you don't have full access to everything right away; you are given enough to ensure you can work toward more movement options later on. This combined with combat has always made Kingdom Hearts far more engaging to me as it gives it a lot more style compared to the previous two entries where combat just feels far too slow and stiff. Being able to block and dodge immediately is a standard, and the fact the previous two main games hide that away always hurt it's combat. As previously addressed though, any combat you do get into is often over before you know, overloaded with some super moves, or can just be walked passed. The only time it actually feels you are playing the game really is during mini-games or boss battles, and it really is a shame because I honestly do see the combat here be on par with what we got with Dream Drop Distance, although far more busted.

One thing KH3 solidly did right tho is the Disney worlds. While some have far more to do in others, or at least feel constructed better story wise, each one has plenty of weight to them. I don't think every world out there is particularly amazing, but compared to the worlds of the past, it feels like it's an actual place. Like Tangled's world for instance. While I can tell there is quite a bit of context taken out, largely the game provided enough there that made me absolutely engrossed with the world and characters. I felt like we were on a proper journey to deliver Rapunzel to the Corona kingdom, and it hit enough emotional beats to feel invested. Even places like the Big Hero 6 World where it kinda feels slapped on story wise still has an incredibly large city to explore. Nothing feels like it was left out, or repeated when it comes to the gameplay of these worlds, and it's something I'm finally happy to see come to fruition. Unfortunately, there is nothing to help save the story of Kingdom Hearts. While I know some like to argue that you just need to pay attention, or that the Disney worlds are the less interesting part; Kingdom Hearts 3 most boring bits are the continuing story. Like I have played through all the kingdom hearts games that are needed to be played through with the exception of the mobile game, and I can tell you that the only extra Kingdom Hearts game you need to play is Birth By Sleep. Without knowing the context of why Aqua is in the darkness helps a lot when the game finally decides to have a plot, it still doesn't save the rest of the story. Constantly they interject these Disney worlds with a random black cloak members, but in the end the only real take away is that sometimes characters outside of Sora will interact and it's nice. The rest of the time though? It's like they pop up and say "the plot is going to happen Sora BOOO" then screw off. Even the "final payoff" of getting these battles together is just Sora taking everyone's victories away. There is absolutely no fanfare for other characters in a way that matters, and honestly it's perhaps the biggest downer when it comes to Kingdom Hearts 3. Long way to say it, but Kingdom Hearts 3 is just a game that shoved itself with so many things that it legitimately forgot to be a proper conclusion to it's own story. Even with all the other games under my belt it's still a hapless mess, and one that even gets in it's own way when it's trying to be fun. Still to say I didn't enjoy it is a lie. This is legit one of my favorite Kingdom Hearts game because it just has so many neat things to it. I kinda respect a lot of aspects to it because a lot of the things they have been working on, or that they introduce, work so well. I just implore anyone wanting to play the game to not do so for the story or challenge, but because you can explore. Just don't look for any real substance here, it's just an average game with a very stylish way of failing to met expectations.

[kaylinalexanderbooks]

ALRIGHT ARE YOU READY FOR THE RESULTS????

The lie is: "TSP used to be called The Rainbow Tunnel."

Which means only two got it right and I know that one of them is @gracehosborn who technically cheated cause she knew it already. Congrats to the other one.

The truth is, The Secret Portal has ALWAYS had that title.

Need proof? Look no further than the first answer choice: my draft from fourth grade:

Real name redacted.

TSP was very loosely inspired by the Rainbow Magic fairies series. See, when I was writing the above project, I wanted to write a story about fairies, but because I Was Ten And Too Old For Fairies, I decided to make it about People With Powers. I'd role played a game based on Rainbow Magic a while back with stuffed animals finding out they were fairies (not really a plot point in Rainbow Magic, but my fairy obsession was based on that series - hence LOOSELY inspired).

Lexi, who went by her full name Alexia in this draft, had the surname Redinés. I guess I chose that because she wore red?

This first draft also featured an old married couple named Lizzy and Ted, who were renamed Liz and Charles in the second draft I wrote over a year later. I cut them in Draft Three when I deemed them unnecessary and focused on their grandkids, Carla and George.

The metal detector was the MacGuffin of the first, second, and third drafts of TSP because the titular portal was metal, therefore the only way to find it was via metal detector. Apparently. I got rid of it in 2017 with the start of Draft Four. I don't know why I kept it that long.

Speaking of 2017, that's when I decided to make TSP start in 2024. See, Lexi was a very blatant self-insert at the time, so I made her have my birthday. Part of TSP from Drafts 2-4 was it took place on Lexi's birthday. For convenience, I wanted this to be a Friday, and 2024 was the next time that date would fall on a Friday. Except it wasn't because it fell on a Friday in 2019, but I also was trying to be realistic and was confident I'd easily get it published by 2024 since I'd still be in high school 2019. Well uh... Yeah 2024 will be closer but I doubt it's the year TSP will be published.

I did get weird in my sophomore year of high school and decided that TSP would definitely work as one giant book. Previously I'd planned for six books, but then ambitiously decided to combine them into one. Projected word count would've been like 400K? What was I thinking???? I changed it back to six books (though now it's five).

I also decided that year to kill all of my characters except Ash. I thought this was a brilliant idea until I realized it wasn't. I slowly started bringing people back. (Some still die)

This was also the year a dear friend of mine who beta read that year nicknamed it "Teaspoon" because of the initials TSP. Until I stopped hanging out with him due to unavoidable circumstances (pandemic), I did get into the habit of referring to it as Teaspoon. I've fallen out of habit but I still tag my content on this blog related to it as teaspoon in case someone else wants to refer to it as that.

My character Liam was once named Seamus, technically. In Draft Four his name was Seamus Callaghan, but it never worked for me. I changed his surname to Beaumont, but it still didn't work so I made it Liam which is much better IMO and actually weirdly helped me write his character better because he had a different vibe. (Also he's trans and I couldn't imagine someone naming themselves Seamus...any trans guys named Seamus I'm sorry but it didn't work for him.)

And finally, telepathy and empathy were separate powers in Draft Four because I'm an idiot honestly. I made the magic system at age barely 15 and wasn't thinking. Cryokinesis was also separate from hydrokinesis too.

Hope this was fun and interesting! I certainly had fun!

Quiz for my WIP!!!

The following are all true behind the scenes facts of my WIP The Secret Portal... except one

Please vote no matter how little TSP knowledge you have and please reblog. This will be so fun

[powerovernothing]

do you think yondu spent his entire time being locked up with rocket despairing over his son's weird choices in crewmates?

First of all, let me take this moment to say hello to you, dear Yondu!Anon! I hope you don’t mind if I call you that, because I thought that it would be far easier than just referring to you by the Anon handle alone, and honestly a personal nickname is always more fun!

Secondly, I really appreciate you coming into my askbox! I always get such a wonderful pleasure whenever curious folk ask me fandom related things! It doesn’t happen very often, but when it does, I always fully treasure it!

Anyway, regardless of the above sappiness that I just can’t seem to resist, to answer your question about whether or not Yondu spent most of his time annoyed and possibly regretting his son’s very strange choice in friends while locked up after the Ravager’s mutiny…

(Various Yondu related meta underneath the cut, as well as headcanons based around him and the Guardians. Prepare for some light reading~)

…Well, honestly, I’m not really sure. Now, now, turn those angry eyes away, I know that’s not really the answer that you were looking for; but the truth of the matter is that by the end of the day Yondu Udonta is actually a very complex and complicated character to try and figure out correctly – even though, I myself, really love to write about him.

So, trying to pinpoint what his thoughts or emotions are during a certain  scenario is always an adventure, as he often has a tendency to quickly shift from one feeling to the next, because didn’t you know that showing affection or anything that’s not gruff anger is a sign of weakness?

And considering that he was so emotionally overwhelmed during the mutiny on top of everything else that happened prior to it?

Thus, the thought of him spending his time flustered over son’s knack for making odd friends (Or on a lesser extent, being angry and just taking it out on Rocket, as he does often project his feelings and use others as an emotional punching bag) is certainly something that I wouldn’t put past him considering his character.

But to think that he spent most, if not all, of his time acting that way? Yeah, I’m not really all that sure on that -- as he probably had far greater things on his mind at that point, one of them being Peter and him being in the hands of Ego.

Although, in all fairness, I really don’t put it past Yondu to be at least somewhat frustrated with the fact that one of Peter’s own teammates is basically a complete professional asshole. But also one who got them both signed on for a painful death by Kree because of the whole mocking of Taser Face incident

(After all, Nebula only brought up that idea after Rocket ran his big fat mouth.)

Frankly, that’s enough to make anyone angry to the point ragefilled despair. (And considering that Yondu certainly does have an explosive temper in him, as stated above...)

Now, couple that with the scene where Yondu is relying on Baby Groot, and how you can see him shift from forced patience, to growing annoyance, and finally to altogether doneness after the third or four time the little twig brought back something wasn’t even remotely similar to what he asked for originally…

...And what you get by the end of the team up, and before they all three get out to cause mass murder to disloyal jerks is:

~At least three new strikes against Peter’s team in Yondu’s eyes. ~Said (ex)captain of the Ravager’s being so very tired of his terrible luck that just seems to keep on happening to him in a short amount of time.~Him accepting the fact that he’s -- without a doubt -- going to be stuck in the cell forever with Rocket, because that cute lil’ tree does not know how to take instructions that well and it’s driving him crazy.~And worse of all, that he’s never going to get to Peter in time before that jackass Ego does something incredibly awful to his boy.

And for the most part, that’s actually just really hilarious.

So, yes, in some ways I do think that Yondu spent at the very least some time during his confinement where his patience steamrolled into a million crescendos of “WHY ME LORD WHY” as well as “WH’A RACCOON OF ALL THINGS, BOI, ARE YA HIGH”, considering that we actually did manage to get a bit of a glimpse of that during those scenes.

However, you know what makes this all the more enjoyable, as well as silly to think about?

Knowing that Yondu being a judgemental little shit in regards to the mismatched bunch of rejects that make up Peter’s team during the second movie (before, during, or after the mutiny)...is actually not the only instance that he’s ever been that way towards them!

Case in point? The scene from the first Guardians where aforementioned team nearly blew the entire Ravager’s ship to a starry kingdom come in a stupid ass effort to save his stupid ass son from HIS OWN STUPID ASS HOME NO LESS.

Seriously, look at Yondu’s face here. I mean, okay sure, everyone’s face is an actual work of art in this screenshot – tag yourself, I’m Kraglin slowly coming to terms with the fact that when he woke up today he never assumed that he would nearly get killed by an actual talking RACCOON – but Yondu’s face just practically screams:

“’Dis th’ crowd ya runnin’ with now, boy? Ya go out, get a lil’bitta freedom, make yer own crew, and ‘dese th’ type of assholes ya want watchin’ yer back? Petey, did ah’seriously raise ya ta’be dat’ stupid?”

And it’s absolutely brilliant.

Because, with all of this in mind, and just in general, that is just the kind of asshole that Yondu is.

Not just to his son or his team, but basically to anyone and everyone.

And how on earth could you not just love every moment of it?

But yeah, Yondu!Anon, despite my discussion above, I’m actually super with you on this idea as a funny little headcanon. Because the fandom needs way more headcanons like this in the long run, and Yondu totally spent most of his time regretting giving his son any kind of creative freedom in the first place.

Because the moment that he does, these are the type of idiots that he allies himself with, and oh is it embarrassing for a captain, as well as a father, to see! Lik’ really, what the hell, Quill. I know ya’a Terran and’ ya ain’t that bright, but damn son!

And I don’t just mean in the second movie alone, either~ ;)

Also, in between the heart to heart conversations with Rocket, I’m pretty sure Yondu began to realize the actual irony behind one of Peter’s most trusted friends being basically a far more hairy, angry, gun-toting version of him.

And that he didn’t know whether to feel annoyed because he was replaced with a talkin’ rat, or that to be amused because his son was still subconsciously attaching himself to people similar to the ones who raised him.

Of course, that train of thought probably faded the moment he came back to his senses and realized that he was actually working with these idiots.

The same ones that not only had a hand in having the Kree set their sights on him again, but also nearly got him killed a few months back by being stupid, as well as totally, totally forcing him (Because it’s not like he would leap into battle with Peter at a moment’s notice or anything, no way) to work alongside them to beat Ronan and now he’s doing it all once again to save his son?!

From the very same jackass that started this whole mess and whom he desperately tried to keep Peter from to begin with!?

What the hell has this poor man’s life become!

Something absolutely amazing, that’s what. And something that is really fun to discuss and talk about! But once again, as I said above, I really do appreciate you coming into my askbox and giving me this question, dear lovely Yondu!Anon!

Also, I know that this probably wasn’t at all the answer you were looking for -- or, uh, at the very least not at all the length you were expecting -- but hey, it’s been ages since I got a curious anon! So why not go all out! :)

In any case, thank you so much for stopping by! This was really fun to write out! And hey, feel free to pop back in anytime you want, Yondu!Anon or off, as I’m always happy to answer things about our local Yondad and his dorky Space Son! As well as give out various headcanons and thoughts in regards to them!

Hope you have a great day filled with lots of feelings based around these silly space dweebs! Many hugs and kisses to you!

[acemapleeh]

okay okay so I got tagged by @fizzycherrycola @the-magpie-that-stands-high and @kitaychan (I think that was everyone???) like I feel so bad for not posting a lot of writing lately so please take this little snippet of something I've been working on for an ask

Alfred begrudgingly accepted the pat on his shoulder and watched his father make his way to the front of the room, holding back an eye-roll. It was best to leave the subject be though he knew Arthur was going to want to bring this up again; this wasn’t even accounting for Matthew who had been constantly eyeing him from across the table. Alfred figured the last time either of them had seen him break out in a cold sweat was back in the second World War from some nasty disease or infection. No, the Spanish Flu was the worst either had probably seen him this century.

Fuck he wished it was as simple as that.

Having the shits or the Black Plague would make him feel less of an ass than he did right now.

By the time lunch was called, he was cold and shaking, stomach raw. He paced the hallway for even just stopping for a second would make him feel even more ill. More attention was drawn his way but it seemed that Matt didn’t have the same balls he did over the phone to approach him and upright ask him what his deal was. 

His cravings were getting painful. 

The sandwich and chips he was offered were devoured in less than a minute and he snacked on whatever tray of British pastries came his way.

His stomach felt empty even as he lost track of how many ladyfingers and tarts he had stuffed in his gullet. 

The most he was grateful for was Gabriel slipping him his flask of red port without question, which warmed him a bit and took some of the edge off. It didn’t help with the aches in his muscles but he was grateful nonetheless. In theory, he could have rushed back to his hotel room to take what he needed but he feared that would only get more people asking questions. He didn’t know why he cared. Most everyone at this meeting was part of the old world and cocaine amongst various other drugs had been in all their systems at one point. Fuck and it wasn’t like they thought Matthew or he were innocent children regarding those things.

There was still another half of a meeting to go.

Words kept pouring from everyone’s mouth, pointless and slow. 

Just make your damn point and sit back down.

Everyone was muffled like someone had put a pillow over Alfred’s ears but he knew the problem was everyone having a rough time projecting their voice.

Matthew was horrendous. His moose dragging, slow ass was like sandpaper on Alfred’s nerves. His points didn’t make sense, weren’t aligning with what he swore they had discussed and agreed upon months past, and Jesus fucking Christ Matthew spoke as slow as molasses and soft as down feathers. 

He took a sip of water.

He scratched behind his ear.

He crossed his legs.

He chewed the tip of his pen.

He uncrossed his legs.

He stood and suddenly all eyes in the room were on him. 

Matthew was staring at him with a stupid expression. Those droopy eyes that too much resembled his own were looking at him with false concern- like this wasn’t his fault in the first place. Yell at him over the phone, rush him here and make him forget to take his medication to keep his body and mind in check.

Matthew’s fault this meeting couldn’t end. 

Matthew’s fault that he was on edge back in the late ‘50′s for going behind his back to protect Arthur’s stupid pride.

Matthew’s fault that his home burned.

Matthew’s fault for not fighting with him against their dear father.

His stomach twisted, the sweat on the bridge of his nose making his glasses slip away from his eyes.

His accusations meant nothing. He’d done far more wrong to his brother than he had ever done to him.

I always feel like I add a little too much and I'm honestly unsure who to tag because I feel like I'm so behind and everyone has already been tagged ;-; Please partake if you wish, I love reading upcoming stories!

[tozettastone]

Hello! Any tips for a first time fic writer? I am stuck at the actually posting it part lol

Oh nice! It's so exciting to be a first time poster! At the risk of exposing myself as a serial account monogamist (if such a thing exists), I've had multiple different LJ, FFn and AO3 accounts on different occasions. I love the feeling of a clean account, no expectations, all softlike and fresh and new... it's like opening a new notebook. No messy writing in it yet. Only clean pages as far as the hands can flip... hnngh. (...Of course, there's something to be said for a full notebook stuffed with notes and ideas, too)

So the situation is: you wrote a fic you like, and you want to share it online, and you're looking for tips or thoughts on that because you feel some trepidation about it?

Okay, sure, in no particular order, in a nice list of dot points:

Posting a fic isn't like having a baby, you're not permanently committed to the thing you produced just because you posted it. It's your writing and you can do what you want with it. You don't have to keep it. Ophan it. Or take it down. Or close comments. Or keep it as a monument to past sins so you can laugh nervously about it later.

Mean readers really aren't that common, although I understand that many fic writers worry about it. (And, it's also dependent a bit on fandom, I think.) Most people who dislike your fic will have a whinge to a friend in private, as is their prerogative. You'll never know and you won't have to care. On the off chance someone is actually mean directly to you about your fic in public, well, character evidence immediately shows why you don't need to worry about their opinions.

Do remember to tag your fic if you're posting on ao3 though. Minimum: main characters, major pairings, big 4 archive warnings. Do it for the team. 💪

Despite people's weird moralistic screeds about "creating for yourself", there's nothing wrong with wanting engagement. You wouldn't post if you weren't excited to share in some capacity! But you kind of have to protect your ego a little against the possibility of not getting that engagement. Sometimes people aren't into what you're into. That's normal, so it's best not to think about it in terms of what engagement you might be "owed".

Readers are looking for what they're looking for, which is probably another time travel au or a lengthy navel-gazing romance between indistinguishable white male characters. There's no need to internalise engagement as a comment on yourself personally, that way goes madness.

Fanfic is only as high stakes as it is in one's head, honestly. It's a hobby. Have fun, don't think too hard. It's usually not that serious. If something goes wrong you're still not going to hurt anyone.

I'm not sure if this is what you were looking for, but there ends my advice on this topic. Sorry if you were looking for something different, anon.

[leclerqued]

Thank you so much @heureux4430 for the tag! It's always cute to do these games <3

1. Why did you choose your url?

I've changed it fairly recently and I picked this name because it's a phrase Max Verstappen & his friends say a lot while gaming, and since I'm a bit of a nerd and I'm considerably in the bin most of the time, it stuck with me. It took a lot of time for me to decide to change my name bc I don't want to change too frequently but I've had the previous one for...years

2. Any side blogs?

None at all! I've always used 1 blog for everything so you'll find a lot of stuff in here non-relating to F1.

3. How long have you been on tumblr?

10 years in October :)

4. Do you have a queue tag?

I had once, I don't even remember how I used to tag it but no, I don't usually queue posts.

5. Why did you start your blog in the first place?

Well, that's a good question. I guess I just liked the fact that you could do literally anything on Tumblr, your blog can look however you like, there were GIFs of stuff I like so yeah... mostly that I liked having a space to call mine. My blog says a lot about me, in the end.

6. Why did you choose your icon/pfp?

I like Pierre and I like to imagine him in a Ferrari <3 the red looks good on him! I'm thinking about changing it tho.

7. Why did you choose your header?

I like that specific Maxierre hug <3 i'm probably changing that too soon. Probs stuffing a cool Charles Leclerc's pic in there.

8. What’s your post with the most notes?

According to "Tumblr Wrapped" I have 495 notes in a post in which Charles basically whines in Italian because he's the only driver who's driven the 1951 Ferrari car to get second place instead of first. (x)

9. How many mutuals do you have?

I have no clue, but I hope it's a lot because I love the people I follow and I want them to like me back 🥺

10. How many followers do you have?

535 but I've had this blog for 10 years so Idk how many blogs are still active xD also the count is probably going to go down after Sunday's race, no matter the outcome

11. How many people do you follow?

About 3.7k blogs. Again, I've not made a proper cleanup in 10 years xD

12. Have you ever made a shit post?

WDYM my posts are always shitty! JK no I don't usually do that :/

13. How often do you use tumblr?

Veeeery often. But I've taken breaks during the years. It's always good to come back when I have a new hyperfixation and I want a lot of content <3

14. Did you ever have a fight/argument with another blog once?

Yes, I pointed out to a blog that they were being (shamelessly) hateful towards a driver while preaching "no hate" towards their fave. I've been mocked publicly because of it but heh. Shit happens. I don't care much about. Also I've argued with someone else, not directly on Tumblr tho. They were being racist and then proceeded to obliterate me from existence so it's okay, I don't have to deal with them any more! Yay! <3

15. How do you feel about “you need to reblog this” posts?

I think it depends on the post. If I deem it important (e.g. human rights) I usually reblog them.

16. Do you like tag games?

A lot <3 so please tag mooore <3

17. Do you like ask games?

I do but nobody asks me shit çç

18. Which of your moots do you think is tumblr famous?

I think lots of them are! And I'm proud they still follow me after seeing the shit I post <3

19. Do you have a crush on a mutual?

Well. Yes

I'm tagging: @brattydrivers @wepickedthisgame @mickdidthat @footyleclerc @tricciardo @cowboyricciardo @nandolorris4 @socialite-xo @pursuingsunshine @mish-tique @thetwelfthcrow @thatsapodium @formulino27 @stan-a-hoe @cloudiness @the-bees-are-our-future @sebaston-vettel and honestly whoever sees this and wants to play because I can't tag you all gdkfgjdfgd<3

[t0wnspersonb]

Just wanted to let you know your writing is AMAZING. dunno if you take requests or not but if you do I'd love one of protective kuroo, kind of like the akaashi fic you did! I know you just did a kuroo one (which was also amazing, I loved it) but I'm a kuroo girl so i can't get enough haha

Thank you so much for the kind words! I am taking requests on top of the other stuff I’m writing:) everyone is low key a Kuroo girl and if someone disagrees with that they can fight me lmao just kidding! But here you go! I hope you enjoy the story:)

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You hummed softly to yourself as you watched your legs swing back and forth, the bench you were sitting on kept your feet off the ground.

 You looked around and sighed softly, Kuroo was running late. 

 It had been a long time since you guys had gone on a date, he was busy preparing for the Spring Tournament, and you were busy with your extra college prep courses.

 So when he had suggested going to the amusement park that recently opened up, you definitely couldn’t refuse. 

 You were waiting in front of the entrance for Kuroo to arrive, considering he was the one who had bought the tickets.

 “Y/n!” you heard the familiar voice of your boyfriend call out. You looked up to see him waving an arm in the air, smiling at you. Behind him you saw Kenma grumbling to himself as he stuffed his hands further into the hoodie he was wearing.

 Your lips twitched in amusement. That was probably why he was late.

 “Hi Kenma!” you said brightly once they reached you, wrapping the second year in a tight hug.

 “Hi Y/n.” he mumbled quietly, softly returning the hug. 

 “Oi! Why does Kenma get a hug before your boyfriend?” Kuroo grumbled, an annoyed expression taking over his features.

 “Because Kenma wasn’t the one who was late.” you retorted, sticking out your tongue. 

 He huffed angrily and reached a hand out to grab you away from the setter, only for you to slap his hand away, continuing to cling to the pudding haired male.

 “Damn you Kenma!” 

 “Be quiet Kuroo.” Kenma sighed. “I didn’t even want to go. You dragged me out of the house.”

 “That’s because if I didn’t you’d be stuck inside all day playing video games. It’s good to have fun once in a while.” Kuroo stated simply, finally pulling you away from his teammate and into his arms.

 “Playing video games is fun Kuroo.” Kenma shot back, taking out his phone. “Besides, isn’t this supposed to be a date? Why would you have me tag along? You and Y/n haven’t spent much time together recently.” he glanced up looking between the two of you.

 You had forgotten about your annoyance towards Kuroo for being late now that you were wrapped up in his arms. Right now you were incredibly content as you leaned against his tall form.

 “It’ll be fun Kenma! I haven’t seen you much either. Let’s go enjoy the park together!” You said happily.

 You had known the two boys since you were in middle school, and quite frankly once you had started dating Kuroo you kind of expected Kenma to be there half the time. They were a package deal, and you honestly didn’t mind, sometimes preferring the quiet second year’s presence more than your boyfriend’s.

 Kenma sighed in defeat and trailed after you guys as you made the way to the counter to hand in your tickets.

 Once you guys were actually inside the park Kenma seemed to have perked up just a bit.

 You talked animatedly towards Kuroo about what you wanted to do for the day. Your hands intertwined together as you spoke.

 You hadn’t noticed the soft gaze that came over the tall third year. Kuroo couldn’t help but to stare at you. It had definitely been too long since the last time you guys got to be together. He missed you terribly. He missed the ridiculous facial expressions that came over your face when you were talking, he missed the way you pouted whenever he teased you, he missed the way you would play with your long hair whenever you were nervous. 

 Fuck, he just missed you entirely. He felt guilty about how busy he was with the volleyball club, feeling like he was being a terrible boyfriend for neglecting you for so long.

 But you understood completely, you knew how important volleyball was to him and you just wanted to be able to give him unconditional love and support. 

 Plus, those extra courses were brutal. While you loved spending time with Kuroo, you also knew how incredibly distracting he was during homework. So you were grateful for the time apart to get everything done.

 “Do you guys want food?” Kuroo asked, staring at the food stalls. You guys had finished riding the thrill rides, and playing most of the game stalls at the park. 

 You were having a wonderful time, and there were those rare moments where you saw Kenma smiling to himself, he had the most fun playing the stall games, and he was actually pretty good at it. He had won the majority of the prices that were now in your grasp. Much to Kuroo’s distaste. 

 But Kuroo had won you a black cat plushy. Despite the frustration he felt at only being able to win you the small stuffed animal, the look on your face was worth it. 

 He had never seen anything more beautiful; the way your eyes lit up and the wide smile that stretched across your face. It was definitely worth it. Especially when you declared that the cat’s name was going to be Tetsu. 

 While Kuroo went off to go get food, you and Kenma found a place to sit. “You’re really good at those shooting games Kenma.” You stated, sitting across from the quiet male.

 He looked up at you from his phone and smiled slightly. “It’s not that hard, it’s just like some of the video games I play.”

 “I suck at video games.” you sighed, frowning slightly. “Tetsuro always makes fun of me because of it.”

 “I know.”

 “Don’t be mean.” you pouted. Kenma laughed slightly at your expression before closing his phone and standing up. 

“I’m going to the restroom real quick, are you going to be okay by yourself?” Kenma asked.

 You waved him off as you settled down into your seat. You would be fine, this was an amusement park afterall. Nothing bad ever happened at these kinds of places right?

 You were wrong.

 You were definitely wrong about that statement. 

 It had only been a couple of minutes of being alone before an arm draped over your shoulders. 

 You stiffened and looked to see a guy around your age sitting next to you. His friend sitting  across from you.

 “What’s a cute girl like you sitting all alone for? Did your boyfriend leave you?” he teased. 

 You frowned, shifting your body away from the male. “No. He went to go get us food.” 

 “Where? I don’t see him.” his friend said looking around halfheartedly. “Why don’t you come hang out with us?”

 You glanced around to see that people weren’t paying attention to the uncomfortable situation you were in. 

 And Kuroo and Kenma were still gone…

 “No thanks. I suggest you leave before my boyfriend gets here.” you said dryly, crossing your arms over your chest. A hard expression covering your face.

 “Oh come on, don’t be like that.” the one that was sitting next to you cooed, shifting closer to you and grabbing your chin. “We can show you a real good time…”

 You flinched away from his touch, fear and annoyance overtaking your body. 

 While you didn’t tolerate being talked to this way, it was still incredibly scary considering that you were outmatched right now.

You ignored the feeling of dread sinking deep within your stomach and was about to start telling off the two males when a tray full of food was slammed down in front of you, causing you to jump in fright.

 “What the fuck do you think you’re doing to my girlfriend?” 

 You had never seen Kuroo so pissed before. His cat-like eyes were piercing as they glared down at the unwelcomed males. His expression was dark and angry. 

 It was a frightening image to behold.

 Behind the angry and towering male was Kenma. His eyes watching the two males with a calculating expression before flickering over to you, walking from around Kuroo he stood next to you, carefully pressing his hand against your elbow and tugging you gently away from the table. 

 Kuroo’s eyes briefly moved to yours checking to make sure you were okay and not hurt before moving back to the males that were beginning to look frightened.

 Kuroo’s confrontation finally brought other eyes to your area, the people around you looking on which made the harassers even more nervous.

 “Do you two losers usually go around touching girls that don’t want to be touched?” Kuroo asked coldly, this caused an eruption of whispers to take place around you guys, older adults getting ready to step into the situation.

 “How about I show you guys a good time…” he said darkly, cracking the knuckles of his right hand.

 You have never seen boys run away as fast as they just did. 

 You released the breath you had apparently been holding during that encounter. You watched Kuroo’s expression go from dark and cold to loving and worried as he turned his attention to you.

 “You okay doll?” he asked gently cupping your face. 

 You nodded softly. “Y-Yeah. Let’s eat. I don’t want this to ruin our day.” you smiled slightly.

Kuroo stared at you for a moment before nodding slowly. He shared a pointed look with Kenma but didn’t press the matter further.

 You were definitely not okay.

 **********

 All too soon the day had ended. You and Kuroo found yourselves outside of your house.

 “Do you want to come in? My parents won’t be home until later tonight.” you said quietly.

 “Oya? Are you trying to seduce me Y/n-chan?” Kuroo smirked leaning down towards you.

 You flushed brightly, slapping his chest. “Shut up Tetsuro. Do you want to come in or not?”

 He laughed loudly at your embarrassed face. “Fine. Fine.”

 You rolled your eyes as you guys stepped into your house. It wasn’t the first time Kuroo had been to your home, he immediately made himself comfortable as he went upstairs to your bedroom.

 “I feel gross. Will you be fine out here if I go shower?” you asked, setting down the prizes you had gotten at the park.

 Kuroo dismissed you as he picked up one of your comics you had laying around, making himself comfortable on top of your bed. You rolled your eyes as you left to the bathroom after grabbing a change of clothes.

 Kuroo felt his phone buzz in his pocket. 

 Don’t leave Y/n alone tonight. She definitely wasn’t okay after what had happened. Kenma texted.

 Kuroo frowned and glanced towards the closed bedroom door, he knew that you weren’t okay. If he was being honest, the rest of the day he was waiting for you to break down crying.

 Kuroo knew that you were a strong person, that was one of the many things he loved about you. But a situation like that, would leave anyone frightened. He noticed that too, the way you would jump slightly at his sudden touch, and the way that you would glance around worriedly.

 Of course he wasn’t going to leave you alone tonight. Before that had happened he had planned on coming over anyway, he wanted to spend as much time with you as possible, and considering that tomorrow was the weekend, he thought it was the perfect time. 

 Kuroo didn’t notice you walk in until you plopped yourself on the bed, drying your damp hair.

 He smirked slightly as he took in your clothes, your soft legs were exposed due to the shorts you opted to wear to bed, and his familiar volleyball shirt hung down your body.

 “Did you steal that?” he teased, setting down the comic book. “I was wondering where that shirt went.”

 “Nooo…” you said, averting your eyes. “You left it here.”

 “Lying doesn’t suit your sweet face doll,” Kuroo drawled out, sitting up from the many pillows on your bed and clasping warm fingers around your wrist. “Who knew that my girlfriend was a thief.” he smirked and yanked you into his lap.

 You fell into him with a loud ‘oomph,’ your face squishing against his hard chest, and then you melted against him.

 Sighing softly to yourself, you shifted against him comfortably, straddling his hips as you wrapped your arms around his muscular shoulders, your head laying against his chest.

 Kuroo’s hands rested on your upper thighs carefully, thumbs rubbing gentle circles into the skin.

 You both were quiet for a moment, just appreciating the comfort and warmth of being in each other’s arms.

 “You know, you don’t have to act tough around me right?” he said suddenly. “I know what happened earlier freaked you out.”

You stiffened and relaxed against his chest. Kuroo just knew you too well.

 “Yeah.” you said quietly. “I just didn’t want you to worry… and I didn’t want to ruin the day…”

 You remembered the way that guy had touched you so casually, and despite the shower you had taken, and the way you had all but scrubbed your skin raw, you still felt gross.

 Kuroo sighed, pushing you back slightly so he could stare at your face. “I already know that you’re a crybaby. Kenma does too. You’re forgetting that we’ve known each other since we were kids.” he said bluntly.

 You huffed angrily at his statement and whacked his chest with your palm, causing a wide smirk to appear on his face. “I’m not a crybaby!”

 “If you’re not feeling okay, it’s okay to tell us,” he finished, ignoring you completely. “It’s okay to tell me, because I’m always going to take care of you. Yeah?”

 The sincerity in his voice and the gentle expression on his handsome face caused you to blush. Your eyes moved away from his and settled on staring at his chin as you tried to get your racing heart under control.

 Your fingers played with his hair at the nape of his neck. The way you felt about Kuroo was indescribable, the admiration and adoration you had for the third year volleyball captain was too much. It felt like your heart was about to explode from how much you just loved him.

 “Thank you Tetsuro.” You said finally meeting his gaze. “I love you a lot.” you confessed.

 He smiled gently at you, pressing a warm kiss to your forehead. “I love you too.”

 It was quiet for a moment as you rested your head against his shoulder, breathing in his familiar scent.

 “If you want to thank me properly, you should take off your shirt. Well actually it’s my shirt.”

 ....

 “Shut up Tetsuro or I’ll tell Kenma."