#Midas is complaining again

[m1d-45]

hello again my far love/p

there's something I feel like I need to explain?? I have a Tumblr account but I prefer to be anonymous for asks and such, I just prefer it bc I get shy(and a little paranoid that people can see me yk, I like to be a fly on the wall) I've also just began using 🍄 to ask in blogs and I've gotten attached

I've been following and liking your content before I asked yk and I'm sure if I gave you the name I go by online you'd know what my account is lmao, tbh at this rate I don't think I mind, you and teddy are cool people and I do want to talk more/play genshin with u all

I just felt like I needed to clear that up and when I said that I should create a blog I mean like, a writing blog where I post about things and such, ofc If I end up doing this I would let you know. my only issue with that is motivation and inspiration

speaking about that tho, your 1k special

- how 'insert character' felt when they became your vessels

- letters (I've seen this one before)

- windtrace/events with the creator

I think that's all the ideas I got rn, you could always do a prompt based one where it's like "can I have a latte with strawberry and chocolate with diluc" and latte = fluff, strawberry = SAGAU and chocolate = date hcs

- 🍄 (never take precalc if you're bad at math, it's sucks and I hate it. I have a test on Thursday 😭) (I feel like playing genshin with y'all would be so fun tho)

[i was gonna make a joke here about dramatically receiving a letter, then realized that you know what, rp is not something i want on my genshin impact fanfiction blog]

i 100% get the like fear of being Perceived but like…. in the gentlest way possible, i feel like a character in a shakespeare play, talking about intense worldbuilding with my vaguely queercoded best friend as we profess to be knights by each other’s side until the very end, no matter how bitter, for the audience to hear (it’s foreshadowing for how we die together on the battlefield)

(hello to everybody that isn’t 🍄 anon or teddy anon, how are y’all tonight)

uhh re: creating a writing blog, insert link to that post i made abt my tips for blog things, referencing point numbers one and seven.

also i like the letter one. that’s a good idea. i will consider it. should probably sort this out prior to 1k but ehhhhh

(i would love to play genshin with you i am both ar 58 and so bored-)

[keeheauxtales]

tentative title: hung hyung

Permanent 🔞 Ecstasy

MDNI

gif ©️ me! believe it or not 😭

pairing: Intak (P1H) x male reader (dynamic up to individual interpretation tbh)

author’s notes: I am currently miles away from my comfort zone… I don’t think I've written MxM anything in around 10 years 👀😀. However, I made a vow to myself that I'd write a thing for my Intak-biased bestie whose birthday is this week. On top of that, last week we saw Piwon for the 3rd time, and this title is from Victoria Monét's "On My Mama" which Intak covered so deliciously. 🤭 There is an alluding to pup!Intak that’s been all the rage here recently – if you squint.

content warnings: profanity, semi-public blowjob (reader received)

Your friend has the midas touch, and you swear by that, as you enter into the dressing room backstage per said friend’s invitation. You expected to see all the members shuffling around to get ready for the show. However, you only see Intak rise up from his seat already dressed as the door opens, politely greeting you with that big smile of his.

You were not complaining in the slightest as THE Hwang Intak confirms your name that was given to him by word of mouth. “It’s so nice to meet you, Y/N! I heard you’ve been a fan since debut…” Intak says after you’ve greeted him back. His appreciative doe eyes stare right into your eager eyes as he thanks you for being so supportive since the beginning of his career.

“Of course, Intak,” you reply, “and you’ve always caught my attention… Your rapping is so good, and the way you move is incredible.” You don’t expect anything when your eyes subconsciously cruise up and down that toned body of his, but you find his eyes doing the same thing in that brief moment of silence after thanking you again.

You definitely don’t expect him to call you cute in such a shy manner before briefly peeking at his phone. As you continue staring at him, taking this moment in, you spy some naturally formed blush hitting his cheeks.

“You good, Intak?” you can’t help but ask him, that blush on his face getting a deeper pink, almost like the magenta on the UTOP1A concert logo.

“I’m… good,” he starts off, “but a bit nervous. Never had a one-on-one time with a fan before… especially a handsome one…”

His confession catches you off guard, the compliment at the end almost leaving you in disbelief. The moment you look down his body again, that disbelief intensifies as you notice a bulge forming in his pants.

Out of curiosity, you ask him, “Well… how did you expect this [interaction] to go?”

After pondering a moment, he begins to answer before trailing off in thought. “Not too sure… T-talking…” Honestly speaking, the moment Intak was informed about this encounter, and your friend showed him a picture they took of you, his mind started racing at a pace he was struggling to grasp. “Can we do something else though? We have time.”

You admired how cautious he was trying to be, eyes surveying his surroundings as he briskly walks over to the door, awaiting your confirmation before turning the lock on it. It was almost as if you both knew what happens after the locking of any door (in this type of setting) because it did not take long before his lips touched yours, and you granted him access to your mouth.

Moans escape the both of you as you trail your hands that were cupping his face down his seemingly chiseled body. Unlike Intak, you were a bit more unashamed with your actions, but tried to be just as cautious with your approach.

“Fuck,” Intak breathes out as you gently grab at his hardened bulge. His hand grips your thigh in response as you come to the realization that you’re just as hard. Intak’s soft lips graze down your neck, stopping at your chest before looking up at you (in part) for permission. You knowingly nod, admiring how he balances his shyness with his natural confidence so well.

Both of his hands rest on your thighs before congregating at the belt buckle atop of your shorts. Now, one would’ve solely unbuckled the object, but this showman here asks if you know about his solo stage.

“Of course!” you exclaim a bit breathlessly. “I… love that song… and what you did with it.” He smiles at the praise you give him for his hard work before he gradually pulls your belt out from your garments completely.

In a move similar to one from that performance, your belt is wrapped around his big hands before it’s discarded to the side. You both can’t help but smirk at the action before he guides you onto the vanity counter, leaning back on your hands as you anticipate Intak’s next moves.

He doesn’t even bother undoing the button of your shorts, he just pulls them down until they’re around your ankles. Mere seconds pass before your boxers receive that same treatment, your hard cock springing up, precum already dripping out of the tip.

He licks his lips, constantly looking up at you for permission. This time, you place a hand of yours on the nape of his neck before nodding at him to proceed. He sticks his tongue out, feeding himself some of your precum as an appetizer before taking you in his mouth.

You can’t help but curse out at him in pleasure, your legs planting themselves over his shoulders as he indulged in the feeling of your dick in his mouth. He moans around you in sheer delight before looking back up at your pleased expression. Your eyes were too closed to see how proud of himself he was becoming at the fact that he was clearly making you feel good.

While bobbing his head up and down your length, he caresses your thighs with varying degrees of roughness, feeling you shake ever-so-slightly beneath him. “Holy fuck, Intak,” you spit out, earning a quizzical moan from the boy, feeling the vibration rather deeply before you continue. “You’re really fucking good…”

Intak kept moaning as he kept sucking, one hand grabbing your nutsack with a bit more intensity than you would’ve been prepared for. What you may have missed was that Intak grabbed his still clothed hard cock at the same time, just barely thrusting into his hand in alternation with his bobbing head.

Both of you seemlessly transition from soft moans to low groans, your dick twitching in Intak’s mouth in a way that eggs him on even further. Once he hollows his throat to receive you to the hilt, you begin to lose it.

“I’m gonna cum, 'T-tak!” you manage to yell in a whispered state. Those same puppy eyes you were met with in the beginning approve of your next moves before they close tightly. He squeezes yours and his balls simultaneously before you both let out the most unabashed sounds, as you feel ropes of your warm semen enter Intak’s warm throat.

An echo of obscenities follows as you come down from your peak. Intak slowly backs away from you with a close-mouthed grunt, waiting until your heavy eyes reopen for him to open his mouth. You couldn’t help but moan at the pool of your release still resting in his mouth before he swallows.

For several reasons, Intak smiles in relief before slowly getting up. “I have to change my underwear,” he admits, chuckling so adorably. He begins to discard of everything on his lower half rather quickly, and that’s when you officially return to reality… To the practically vacant green room in the venue where you initially just came to enjoy a concert of one of your favorite artists.

Moments later, Intak returns clothed, almost running to you, whose pants… and belt… are back on your person (because you know timing is not of the essence in a situation like this). He seems to share a mutual interest in not wanting this moment to end anytime soon, as he manages to steal a couple more kisses from you before hearing the doorknob jiggle.

“Can you come back after the show?” Intak asks before unlocking the door. His gaze never leaves you as he awaits your response. You take it upon yourself to steadily get up from the counter to avoid any speculation before answering.

“If I can walk, sure!” you both laugh before the door opens and the remaining members of P1Harmony enter. You quickly greet them before scurrying out of the room to allow them some pre-show privacy.

This is already the best concert experience of your life, and it hadn’t even begun yet.

[taylor-swift-bracket]

Battle Of The Bridges: Round 4!

champagne problems

Your Midas touch on the Chevy door

November flush and your flannel cure

"This dorm was once a madhouse"

I made a joke, "Well, it's made for me"

How evergreen, our group of friends

Don't think we'll say that word again

And soon they'll have the nerve to deck the halls

That we once walked through

One for the money, two for the show

I never was ready so I watch you go

Sometimes you just don't know the answer

'Til someone's on their knees and asks you

"She would've made such a lovely bride

What a shame she's f*cked in the head," they said

But you'll find the real thing instead

She'll patch up your tapestry that I shred

marjorie

The autumn chill that wakes me up

You loved the amber skies so much

Long limbs and frozen swims

You'd always go past where our feet could touch

And I complained the whole way there

The car ride back and up the stairs

I should've asked you questions

I should've asked you how to be

Asked you to write it down for me

Should've kept every grocery store receipt

'Cause every scrap of you would be taken from me

Watched as you signed your name Marjorie

All your closets of backlogged dreams

And how you left them all to me

🌁Please reblog!🌁

[darklinaforever]

You know what makes me laugh and amazes me ?

That people complain about Gold, the first volume of Raven Kennedy's series, for being toxic and not a romance, an apology for the worst things there is, whereas... it's not a romance.

The story of Auren and Midas is not a romance, and the author does not romanticize this relationship at any point.

Auren will eventually break away from Midas who will pay for his horrible actions. At no time was their relationship romanticized.

And I sincerely worry about the people / antis who criticize this book in the opposite direction, thinking that the book glorifies this relationship and romanticizes it.

These people shouldn't read books. They don't know how to read at this stage.

And if they think this story between Auren and Midas is being portrayed as a romance, I worry about their reading comprehension skills, truly... Either that, or they're being willfully stupid.

The worst part is that I've seen people say that the fact that it stands out in the other volumes is no excuse because volume 1 still exists.

Except that once again, the story of Midas and Auren is not and never has been a romance ! This is clear abuse, both physical and mental !

This person also claims with this intelligent thought that the author could have completed the story of these two in two chapters instead of continuing in a vacuum to romanticize gore, and that amazes me.

Victims of abuse often live in a repeating cycle and don't get out of it (if they ever get out of it...) for a long time. You already need the mental trigger to understand being a victim of abuse.

These people once again have no reading skills.

Don't you like reading stories with complicated themes ? Well don't read it !

But don't come and say that the book is poorly done because you didn't understand it.

[ronance4life42]

Heyy, how’re you doing? So I’ve been thinking (and because I love your thoughts) and I need to know your head-canons on ronance and elmax interactions together

hope you have a great day:))

Hey! I was looking through my inbox and realised I never answered this one…. (Sorry @her-midas-touch!!) 

I think max would get on well with Robin and el would get on well with Nancy. 

max and Robin would be troublemakers together, Robin would make mixtapes for her (a bit like s1 Jon and will) and max would try teach Robin how to skateboard. Once. Never again. Robin is NOT coordinated enough for it. Max and Robin would definitely band together to make fun of Steve. 

el missed out on a lot of girlhood, and discovering herself, meanwhile Nancy is also discovering herself as independent, she develops a bit of a different style and attitude. She could teach el how to paint her nails and give her lots of her old clothes, for el to do with them what she wants, but she could also teach el shooting and how to ace exams. 

together, Robin and Nancy would offer to “chaperone” el and max at the mall, to supervise them on the bus and make sure they got home safe, but really it’s a great excuse for ronance to go to the mall together. Robin and el make max and Nancy go on long walks. They complain, but really they like the quiet.

[aroaceleovaldez]

Okay these tags on this post reminded me of a HoO/TOA thing that I complain about a lot but I don’t think i’ve ever elaborated on here:

[Image ID: Tags from @fr0zenpepsi​ reading - “#and jason fUCKING DIES before he even get fixed like #you dont know how excited i was when the diorama thing was mentioned like #make him artistic too!! make him be into architecture too! #and he plays lacrosse???? #like his character has sooo much potential yet hes just a boring white guy :< #thats prolly why his death is pretty lame #it meant a lot to the plot but like do we even know who we lost?? #more than half of the fandom doesnt even like him bc hes just so plain :/ #also hazel is a queen and i love her shes literally the best” /end ID.]

One of the big issues I take with both HoO and TOA is that literally every death in both series feels cheap because death has lost consequence. For the majority of HoO it’s at least somewhat still of a risk, but even things like Tartarus feel extremely lackluster when we actually encounter them - Tartarus especially after we saw how much it affected Nico, but then Percy and Annabeth’s plot armor kind of negates all of the threat and it feels like they don’t actually experience much more than their usual threats down there or that it has any lasting effect on them. And after Leo’s “death” we’re basically solidified into “Death has no consequence” because we just finished a series with at least SIX INSTANCES of major or minor protagonist-aligned characters notably directly cheating or miraculously avoiding death (Jason, Hazel, Gwen, Frank, Jason again, Leo), not including also miscellaneous minor antagonists. Which is aggravating because you can make a “Hey, these characters can’t die!” plot work, especially if that’s the root problem they’re trying to solve! It does work in TLH and SoN! And we’ve even seen it before in Battle of the Labyrinth when Percy fights his half-brother!

But HoO basically nullifies all consequence the characters face from MoA onwards and post-BoO “death” carries no weight, because by this point we have so many excuses to get around it or avoid it or come back from it that who cares! And this continues to be a thing post-TOA! Even just in the plot summary of Chalice Of The Gods we’re introduced to YET ANOTHER “Cheat death!” item! And I’d bet we’re gonna get one in TSATS too cause we’re almost guaranteed to see Damasen again, and the like one singular myth that exists referencing Damasen also specifically mentions an herb called “the flower of Zeus” that can revive things from the dead.

And it’s extra annoying because in TOA we keep getting character deaths shoved in our faces and told we should care about them, but either they’re characters we have little to no emotional connection to (such as, like, All Of Camp Jupiter in Tyrant’s Tomb when the camp is threatened and we’re told we should care, but we’ve barely seen the camp at all besides beginning of Son of Neptune and beginning of Mark of Athena, and the only living characters we get to actually see in Camp Jupiter from before TOA are Gwen, Dakota, Don the Faun, and our HoO protagonists.)

And Jason’s death is particularly annoying because a.) He’s essentially cheated death twice already [Piper bringing him back from either death or near-death when he accidentally witnessed Hera’s true form, and then his whole spear injury that was slowly killing him but was healed with [checks notes] the power of friendship], and b.) the scene DIRECTLY PARALLELS HIS FIGHT WITH MIDAS. Which, you know, he WON. VERY EASILY. And you can’t even argue “oh but this time Piper and Apollo were right there so he couldn’t have done the same thing!” because PIPER AND LEO WERE THERE WITH MIDAS. Heck, so was Lit! Who also survives and comes back in TOA! So not only is there no excuse for Jason to have not somehow miraculously avoided death (alongside every other TOA character, basically), but he SHOULDN’T HAVE DIED IN THE FIRST PLACE because THAT’S NOT A FIGHT HE SHOULD HAVE LOST! Him losing that fight is directly contrary to what we know about his character! And “he shouldn’t have lost that fight and died” doesn’t feel tragic here, it’s just aggravating! It’s just bad writing! And there’s no way around it because nobody cares about characters dying by that point in the series anyways because it doesn’t mean anything! We’ve had too much random death fodder in HoO (like the Hunters) directly alongside characters experiencing little to no consequence when they should from their experiences (Percy & Annabeth in Tartarus, literally every character nearly dying, etc.). The only characters we do see experience any kind of lasting consequences from near-death experiences are Hazel having blackouts in Son of Neptune (which are magically erased by Mark of Athena) and Nico being heavily implied to be permanently physically disabled after Tartarus (which is half-ignored when not plot relevant in TOA and completely ignored in the short story Un Natale Mezzosangue, which gives me reason to suspect it will also be ignored in TSATS). Not to mention Frank’s curse is also randomly erased in Tyrant’s Tomb, which is extra stupid because by following the logic of that scene his curse should have been lost back in Son of Neptune when he freed Thanatos, because he was using his curse for the same exact reasons with the same exact mindset. He literally did his character arc twice. Whatever.

HoO and TOA are just such a mess writing-wise of Rick trying to haphazardly incorporate as many myths as he can with zero attempts at cohesiveness that it doesn’t make any sense (I invite you all to read just the Team Statue chapters of BoO and take a moment to process how absolutely nonsensical it is) and he fails to consider the consequences of including certain myths, both in terms of how their aspects will impact the larger plot and also the historical context behind those myths and if how they’re being applied is offensive.

TL:DR: Jason’s death is stupid from literally every angle and HoO and TOA have a problem with literally any kind of narrative consequence.

[thot-son-of-odin]

20 Questions For Writers

I’m taking @galaxythreads’ post as unofficial tagging because I want to do this lol

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

23!

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

102,192

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Thor (unfortunately the hyperfixation has taken root)

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

1. midas is king (and he holds me so tight)

2. a shrike to your sharp

3. be as you’ve always been

4. I am loved (I am loved)

5. our truth is burned from history (this is actually my favorite of all five, I’m glad it’s on here haha)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I used to, I haven’t really been recently since I’ve been busy (and lazy) but I wanna start doing it again.

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

This since the situation that Thor and Loki in does not get resolved lol,,,,,maybe I should write a sequel.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I actually thought most of mine ended happyish but I’m realizing the really happy ending is probably this one???

8. Do you get hate on your fic?

Not really? I’ve been getting some weird anonymous comments that aren’t hate??? They’re just odd. And I feel like they come from the same person too. I’m not bothered by it, I’m just,,,,,,confused????

9. Do you write smut?

Yes! I only have one smut fic so far but I want to write more!

10. Do you write crossovers?

No, I’m just not really interested in them.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No, and hopefully that never happens

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not yet! Blanket permission if anyone ever wants to, please just let me know!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic?

Yes and I love doing it! It’s so much fun, plus you have another person to complain to when the fic isn’t going the way you want!

14. What‘s your all-time favourite ship?

Thor and Loki, but both platonically and romantically if that makes sense? I am a brodinsons fan before I am a thorki fan.

15. What’s the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I have too many, writing is hard :’(

16. What’s your writing strengths?

I like to think I have a good head for plotting and coming up with ideas

17. What’s your writing weaknesses?

Actually writing down what I have planned. People should look thru my idea list and write some of the fics I’ve thought of lol

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

Think it can be good in small quantities if you’re simply using google translate but if you’re trying to write a lot in that language, you should probably either already know it or ask for help from someone who does. As a reader tho, it’s not entirely helpful unless there’s a translation also given — I think it takes you out of the fic if you have to look it up

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Doctor who

20. Favourite fic you’ve ever written?

Hmm I feel like my fav fic shifts from week to week. Right now it’s mother make me a big gray cloud because it’s the longest I’ve written and it’s also finished!! So super excited about it!

Tagging @babygirlthor, @worstloki, @thorarms, @nostalgia-tblr, @shinysoroka, @thortwenty151, @colifower, and anyone else who sees this and wants to do it!

[silkiemae]

Glow by Raven Kennedy

My Rating: 4.5/5

Wow, that ending was WILDE. I really enjoyed this book. I loved reading about Auren's journey to embrace her magic and to find out what kind of life she wants. And I adore Slade and how he bolsters her and wants her to succeed. Their relationship is constantly making me smile/tear up. Raven Kennedy excels at that, tbh. Even though Osrik and Rissa had such few chapters in this book, I gobbled up what little we were given. I wish we were given far more than we got with them. I understand this is Auren's story, but god dammit, Raven, you can't just throw that couple at me and not give me just as much with them as you give with Slade and Auren. >.< 

The relationships in this series are one of the things I like most. I love the relationship between Auren and Digby. Honestly, he makes me cry so much. I love how protective he is of her and how they basically adopted each other, and he only stayed in the Sixth Kingdom to protect her. Gruff, grumpy middle-aged men with their sassy rebellious adopted daughters is one of my favorite tropes ever. I even really liked the relationship between Auren and Milly(?). Up until Auren's unfortunate accident, I thought it was so sweet. I love the people who adopt Auren, tbh. It was like she got a wacky hedgewitch grandmother she didn't even know to want. 

Judd and Lu are too cute. I can't tell if their relationship is purely platonic or if they're flirting with one another, but either way, I love their friendship. I hope it stays platonic because seeing a well-written friendship between a man and a woman is always lovely. 

The story about Slade's background breaks my heart. Raven Kennedy sold me on him, tbh. I adore Elore and am so sad about what she had to go through. The parallels in family dynamics between Midas and Slade are fascinating. Midas had an abusive father and was abandoned by his mother. Slade also had an abusive father but had a mother and a younger brother who showed him love and affection. Midas didn't have that, so he grew up hating women and being a general sack of garbage. 

Now, the one thing I have to complain about. The only reason this book doesn't get five stars from me is that I find the dirty talk during the sex scenes to be so cringey. The written sex itself is fine, but any time Slade opens his mouth, I want to crawl out of my skin. Listen, he is the perfect book boyfriend to me 90% of the time, but he's the type of guy where you put your hand over his mouth to shut him up. Honestly, though, he probably would be into that, so...it's okay. I never want him to talk about milking his dick again. Nor do I want him to say that Auren's pussy is quivering ever again like please, for the love of god, Slade. Stop. 

As I said, the ending was WILD. So many loose ends that I need to see tied close. Does Rissa survive? Does Argo? Where does Auren land in Annwyn? Will she cross the Bridge of Temuria back to Orea to find Slade or vice versa? WHAT HAPPENED TO DROLLARD? WHERE'S MAMA RAVINGER? Real talk tho, loved this book. 

Oh, I am very disappointed in Malina for being so STUPID. I was rooting for her back in Glint. I wanted her to win over Midas, I wanted her to kick his ass and steal back her throne, but she really bit the bullet and now basically just started the faerie war like a big dumb idiot. Also, fuck Kaila. I think she's a bad bitch, yes, but how dare she for hurting my wife, Auren, like that. 

And the last thing I've got to say. Isolte...we got beef. If she doesn't die super painfully...I'm going to be very upset. 

[fanfic-enthusiast]

Post Flight Relaxation

Warning NSFW!!!

The shining lights of Schatzstadt, the luminous golden city in the desert, were always a dazzling treat to the eye. A brilliant display turning a barren lonesome desert into an oasis of fun and excitement.

They had come here to visit Paidia and of course in a place like this even someone as well known as she could be difficult to find. Thankfully after so many visits, her followers did recognize them. Themselve and Dolos did stand out from the usual crowd quite a bit after all. So it didn’t take long for one to approach them to let them know Paidia would be here soon. Dolos had opted to spend the rest of this night relaxing in her room here, to try and decompress and rest up after the long flight across the ocean. A typical occurrence when the two of them would visit without Fortuna and the other gods.

The inside of the city felt even brighter than the view from a distance, flashing lights and bell sounds from winning machines rang out all over the place. Lucky mortals shrieking with joy holding their winnings and rushing off to the next game.

Titus grinned at their antics, it reminded them of his Midas, getting so excited about finding shiny treasures in unexpected places. Seems these mortals shared that enthusiasm. They continued idly watching people mill about at one of the many bars while sipping on a fruity tasting drink that was slid over to him by the bartender.

People passing would occasionally stare and whisper to one another, sometimes wave with a small smile. One time a particularly brave mortal came up and sat next to them, complimenting their horns and sliding close to their side offering to buy them a drink. Perhaps a bit too sweet a gesture with Dolos right next to them enjoying their company, she was a little possessive of them the rest of the night. Not that Titus complained, it was thrilling to see her like that.

Titus smiled at the fond memory as they heard the volume of the room increase, it seemed their other girlfriend had arrived!

Paidia in all her glory rounded the corner from the offices into the main gambling area of the casino, with a few of her followers and fans hot on her heels. The commotion drew the attention of the other mortals in the room who made their way towards her as well.

She just loved the attention, Titus could see it written on her face from where they sat. She waved to them and blew kisses, moving past a few she liked with a sly wink and a brush of her tentacles over their heads as she made her way through the crowd to where Titus sat at the bar.

“Well now~ I didn’t know surf n’ turf was today's special. I would have gotten here sooner,” Paidia grinned up at them and wrapped her tentacles around their shoulders to pull them into a hug. “It's wonderful to see you again so soon! Couldn’t get enough of me hm~” “How could I ever?~” Titus brushed a tentacle through the curled frills that wrapped around her neck. “Is Dolos resting?” “Mhm, the flight wasn’t too bad this time around but it was still long. We should let her rest. She’ll be up and about tomorrow.” She nods and Titus pulls back from the hug a little bit to press a kiss to her cheek, whispering in her ear in the process. “Until then I can keep you more then entertained~” “Is that so Titus, that's quite the statement.” “I don't make it lighty Paidear.” They press another kiss to her cheek.

“Well then you know where we need to head then~”

“Oh I know, by all means lead the way to my stage for the evening, I promise not to disappoint~”

It had been a while for Titus, and the tone in Paidia’s voice led them to believe she was feeling rather pent up as well. The three of them could spend all of tomorrow catching up with one another but for now they all needed to unwind a bit.

The crowd had dispersed a little, once again distracted by the games and risk the casino provided. The perfect chance for Paidia and Titus to slip away relatively unseen. Those who tried to follow were shooed away. Paidia led them to one of the nicer unoccupied rooms at the hotel portion of the casino, quickly opening the door with a key and pulling Titus inside. With the door shut and locked up tight.

She’s pulling them down into a proper kiss in moments. Tentacles curling up to twirl around Titus’s horns as their lips move together. When they pull apart breathing heavily she smiles. “Time to put your money where your mouth is, surf n’ turf.” “I’d rather have you there dearest,” They leaned down to press kisses down her cheek to her neck, lavishing the sensitive skin between her curly frills with attention. Sucking and nibbling in places that had her arching her head back to give them better access with a pleased sigh. “You certainly taste much better~” “Oho well indulge all you like, you know how to use your mouth well after all.” “Glad you think so, cause I’ve been wanting to for a while.” They dive back in around her frills while their tentacles twist and slide against Paidia’s. Twirling and caressing each other while the two gods inch back towards the king size bed in the center of the opulent room.

Titus’s loose robe quickly fell from their body to the floor before they each slid onto the soft comforter still wrapped up in squeezing and caressing every bit of skin they can each get their tentacles around. Paidia pushes them to the bed, grinning wildly as she locks lips with Titus again. While she took the time to run her tentacles along Titus’s chest, coiling and massaging away. While Titus slipped their tongue past her lips, moaning softly. They arch their back to push their chest into her grasp. “Still as sensitive as ever hm, Tit-us~”

The sounds Titus made were muffled by Paidia’s lips as they kissed her, one of her tentacles trailed down along their chest past their stomach and between the tentacles that made up Titus’s legs. Searching for a moment to find- “Mmm!!~” Titus’s moans rose in pitch as Paidia coiled her tentacle around their dick. She pushed them back a little to get a better grip on their body while she slowly moved her tentacle up and down in a teasingly slow pace that had Titus trembling slightly in her grasp. “Oh more than usual I see, been a while since youve done anything naughty hm?” Titus nodded, holding onto her while she moved. She squeezed them a little, drawing out a louder moan from them. “Cute~” Paidia gave them one last pump before she was pulled up and Titus’s mouth was on her again, kissing feverishly down her torso towards her lower frills. “E-eager now are we?! Oh yes!! Mm~!!!” Paidia laid back on the bed, one pair of tentacles twisting around Titus’s horns while the other found its way to the bedspread to ground herself as Titus continued their exploration downwards along her frills and buried their face there. Titus licked and trailed their tentacles along the places he knew drove Paidia wild as she writhed under them. Savoring the taste and feel of her. She babbled nonsense under them as they worked on her, their long tongue plunging deep inside causing her moans to crack. It wasn’t long until she was grinding up into their face shouting towards the ceiling praise and unintelligible words as she urged them to keep going. And going and goiinnngggg, with a final cry she squeezed down on them trembling in their grasp as they helped coax her through her orgasm. Finally pulling away after they started to feel lightheaded.

“W-wow… y-you weren’t kidding about keeping me entertained.” “You said put my money where my mouth was~” Paidia laughed and pulled them up towards her for a tender kiss, pushing Titus to lay down next to her while she curled up on their chest. “I’ll return the favor in a minute if you like, just let me catch my breath mmkay?” “Sounds good Paidear.” They held her close and ran their tentacle through her frills as they both relaxed together. From against their chest they heard a muffled, “Love you~” from the tired seaslug. “Love you too.”  

[aealrizen]

The winding streets of Andapos were quiet with the fade of daylight being broken into rectangle stripes by the buildings. Ian only got turned around only a few times, but Whip assured him it was alright since it had been over two decades since the last time they had even been to the city. Ian was remembering more than Whip did, so he didn’t feel he had any place to complain. He was more focused on keeping the group together, and calm. Midas seemed to be doing better now that they weren’t indoors, but Whip didn’t know how long that would last. He had been quite vocal when they’d stopped to talk about Ian’s past, but after walking for more than ten minutes, the scenery changing completely once again, Midas was sullen and watchful of every movement. It made Whip wonder what had actually happened to this kid.

A thought he wasn’t able to dwell on since Ian made a triumphant noise and started walking with more purpose. It looked like he found the address they were supposed to head to, even if it did look more like a residential home to Whip. “...You sure this is the correct place?” he asked, peeking over Ian’s shoulder while they huddled at the front door.

“The address matched what was written down,” Ian defended, holding the note paper up where Whip could see and pointing at the display screen next to the door as well. “Perhaps this is just the proprietor’s home, and they’ll direct us to another place to stay after covering the documentation and rules and stuff.”

It made sense, and Whip tried not to feel anxious as Ian tapped the button to ring the bell. People were unpredictable. And while Benjamin had been very cordial and normal for his everyday job, Whip never let go of at least a small amount of suspicion. As soon as the bell had sounded Whip heard what he guessed was a child running towards the door, calling out that someone was there. And then a woman’s voice, and a squeal as he imagined she grabbed the child. There was a click of a deadbolt, and the door swung open to reveal a head full of dark brown, corkscrew curls pulled back into a poofy ponytail.

“Sorry! Hello!” the woman greeted, and Whip could now see her face graced with a bright smile as she wrangled her son. “You must be the ones Benny called about earlier. Come in, come in! Have you eaten yet? I’m just finishing dinner.”

The invitation to enter the building wasn’t unexpected, but the question about eating was. Whip’s brows furrowed in suspicious confusion as he absently reached out to wrap an arm around Midas’ shoulders. The poor kid had stiffened up as soon as they had been invited inside, and Whip had to practically drag him to follow Ian.

“Thank you. We didn’t stop anywhere on the way here, but you don’t need to worry about it. We can manage,” Ian responded politely, figuring she was just offering out of custom.

“Oh nonsense. I’m sure Benny will be more than happy to have you join us tonight. He said so over the phone. Asked me to make sure you felt at home, but then got all worried because he didn’t know what you were used to for a home. But I don’t think that matters. Everyone is comfortable with a warm meal and a roof over their heads, yeah?” the lady rambled excitedly, setting her son down and shooing him away. “Berko, go find the utensils and stop hovering. They’ve had a long day.”

“Kay!” Berko chimed, giving a last look at the newcomers before he scurried off to the kitchen. Ian was guessing he must have been about four or five years old, his hair also curled but quite a bit lighter in shade than his mom’s.

Whip wasn’t even bothering to try to be polite now, frowning as he kept Midas in his hold. They kept huddled in the front room, but Ian was the only one that gave them the benefit of exposing their intention vocally instead of having to be discovered. “I’m sorry, what exactly is going on here? Ben-... Secretary Morna mentioned there was to be a place to stay for the night, but we weren’t aware we’d be sharing.”

The slight coolness to Ian’s formality hinted to Whip that he was wary too. But it was still too soon to make any defensive moves, so Whip moved his hand down to grab Midas’ gun itchy fingers instead. Looking sideways at the lad, Whip barely twitched his head. No weapons. Not in a civilian home. Not unless someone else drew them first.

“Oh, don’t worry, we have guest rooms,” the lady assured, seeming to get a little nervous as well.

There was someone else at the entrance door now, and all three of the visitors turned before the doorknob started turning. Whip’s eyes immediately flicked back to the woman to make sure she didn’t try anything. Midas was practically shaking now from how tense he was, and Whip moved his hand again to his back to try and comfort him as the door swung silently open again.

“Oh! Good, you made it and didn’t immediately leave.” The figure entering the house just moments after them was Benjamin, and he looked both relieved, but also extremely anxious and excited. The smile he had faded though when he took in the expressions of his guests. “Oh no. I really should have explained more, but I wanted to have the proof before I did. It’s not an ambush or a setup or anything like that. No one else is coming, and no one has eyes on this place,” he explained hurriedly, holding his hands up to show they were empty. “I just need to fetch the documents from upstairs. Could you wait long enough to look at what I want to show you?”

Ian was frowning, but Benjamin seemed fairly sincere. He was nervous, but not because he was waiting for or expecting something to happen. It was all very strange, and Ian was starting to wonder if this was all because of a different issue. Maybe Benjamin hadn’t set them up to be arrested because of city related affronts, but maybe this was more personal. He had to have guessed that Ian knew who Clara was after the way he’d acted, so maybe it was family related. Still, Ian was willing to give him one more doubt, if just to shove his selfish doubts in his own crimes away. “Okay…” Ian responded hesitantly, his voice weaker than he would have liked.

Benjamin almost sagged with relief. “Thank you,” he breathed, bowing low in a smooth motion before rushing past them.

“Welcome home,” the lady whispered quietly, catching Benjamin before he could get too far up the stairs and stealing a quick kiss before letting go.

“I’m back,” Benjamin whispered back, smiling fondly before taking the stairs two at a time.

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I’m having one of those attention span of a thimble times of ....months I guess. ;v; Sorry for the long delays between these. Busy time, overly busy mind on other things.

[halothief]

- ̗̀ mr & mrs smith! ̖́ -        ╱      not accepting.   |   @daylighter​​​​  ( kenneth vareck ) : ‘ i can’t help it if you got off by putting things in my mouth. ’

wonderland strikes again with his sharp wit, hopped up on adrenaline and a daydream post-haze. andrew’s line was crossed ten minutes ago when that smart mouth told him where he could put it, that cursed thumb, which made itself a rather happy homestead on the convex of kenneth’s tongue. now, as they lay sweat-slick and spent, still catching their breath... something wicked this way comes.

all things considered, andrew usually finds kenneth’s cocky streak attractive. even more so, when it’s directed at him. that being said, because andrew values his newfound sanity, that’s one secret he’ll never speak out loud.

     ‘ are you complaining? ’     he announces to the bedroom, his pulse still flatlining as he lays on his back. a gentle head tilts in kenneth’s direction, watching him like a man starved of the sight of gold. the sheen of him always loosens something tight coiled in andrew’s chest, and like an idiot drawn in by a pretty smile, he no longer fears the midas touch.

     ‘ i seem to remember your enthusiastic consent. ’

andrew shifts his body to its side, catches the crux of kenneth’s neck with a hand, tapping morse code along the freckled constellations. it’s unbearably intimate. it happens without conscious thought.

     ‘ tell me, kenneth: was i wrong? ’

[taylor-swift-bracket]

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Comment your favorite bridges!

Notable Bridges

(Under the cut)

evermore

champagne problems

Your Midas touch on the Chevy door

November flush and your flannel cure

"This dorm was once a madhouse"

I made a joke, "Well, it's made for me"

How evergreen, our group of friends

Don't think we'll say that word again

And soon they'll have the nerve to deck the halls

That we once walked through

One for the money, two for the show

I never was ready so I watch you go

Sometimes you just don't know the answer

'Til someone's on their knees and asks you

"She would've made such a lovely bride

What a shame she's f*cked in the head," they said

But you'll find the real thing instead

She'll patch up your tapestry that I shred

ivy

So yeah, it's a fire

It's a violent blaze in the dark

And you started it

You started it

So yeah, it's a war

It's the fiercest fight of my life

And you started it

You started it

tolerate it

While you were out buildin' other worlds, where was I?

Where's that man who'd throw blankets over my barbed wire?

I made you my temple, my mural, my sky

Now I'm beggin' for footnotes in the story of your life

Drawin' hearts in the byline

Always takin' up too much space or time

You assume I'm fine, but what would you do if I

marjorie

The autumn chill that wakes me up

You loved the amber skies so much

Long limbs and frozen swims

You'd always go past where our feet could touch

And I complained the whole way there

The car ride back and up the stairs

I should've asked you questions

I should've asked you how to be

Asked you to write it down for me

Should've kept every grocery store receipt

'Cause every scrap of you would be taken from me

Watched as you signed your name Marjorie

All your closets of backlogged dreams

And how you left them all to me

right where you left me

Did you ever hear about the girl who got frozen?

Time went on for everybody else, she won't know it

She's still twenty-three inside her fantasy

How it was supposed to be

Did you hear about the girl who lives in delusion?

Breakups happen every day, you don't have to lose it

She's still twenty-three inside her fantasy

And you're sitting in front of me

Midnights

Hits Different

I find the artifacts, cried over a hat

Cursed the space that I needed

I trace the evidence, make it make some sense

Why the wound is still bleedin'

You were the one that I loved

Don't need another metaphor, it's simple enough

A wrinkle in time like the crease by your eyes

This is why they shouldn't kill off the main guy

Dreams of your hair and your stare and sense of belief

In the good in the world, you once believed in me

And I felt you and I held you for a while

Bet I could still melt your world

Argumentative, antithetical dream girl

Would’ve Could’ve Should’ve

God rest my soul

I miss who I used to be

The tomb won't close

Stained glass windows in my mind

I regret you all the time

I can't let this go

I fight with you in my sleep

The wound won't close

I keep on waiting for a sign

I regret you all the time

You’re Losing Me

How long could we be a sad song

'Til we were too far gone to bring back to life?

I gave you all my best me's, my endless empathy

And all I did was bleed as I tried to be the bravest soldier

Fighting in only your army, frontlines, don't you ignore me

I'm the best thing at this party (You're losin' me)

And I wouldn't marry me either

A pathological people pleaser

Who only wanted you to see her

And I'm fadin', thinkin'

"Do something, babe, say something" (Say something)

"Lose something, babe, risk something" (You're losin' me)

"Choose something, babe, I got nothing" (I got nothing)

"To believe, unless you're choosin' me"

You’re On Your Own Kid

From sprinkler splashes to fireplace ashes

I gave my blood, sweat, and tears for this

I hosted parties and starved my body

Like I'd be saved by a perfect kiss

The jokes weren't funny, I took the money

My friends from home don't know what to say

I looked around in a blood-soaked gown

And I saw something they can't take away

'Cause there were pages turned with the bridges burned

Everything you lose is a step you take

So, make the friendship bracelets, take the moment and taste it

You've got no reason to be afraid

Anti-Hero

I have this dream my daughter-in-law kills me for the money

She thinks I left them in the will

The family gathers 'round and reads it and then someone screams out

"She's laughing up at us from Hell"

[chiclet-go-boom]

muahah! well, sounds like i dodged an meh bullet there. maybe early access is bullshit, but it also means "here be jank, don't complain, we told you it wasn't ready". and point of clarification: my computer refuses to update, not cannot update. there is a particular Windows patch that i cannot get to complete properly (this is A Known Issue) and every fix I've searched up on the internet to jam that patch through so I can KEEP updating as I'm supposed to (and thereby have the the right version number that Nightingale requires) does not work. I am pretty much down to where the knowledgeable and anonymous types on the internet advise loading my OS onto a bootable flash stick and then wiping my computer clean and starting again. FFXIV 1.0 ran on supercooled computers owned by the government and high tech bros with more money than Midas. FFXIV ran on two potatoes connected by an untwisted paper clip because Yoshi-P loves us. Games designed for the former and not the latter are shooting themselves in the golden goose because cutting edge means bleeding edge means only the foolhardy are already there and the rest of us absolutely grazing in a different pasture and steam allows refunds.

:D

So I've been playing a game called Nightingale. ...first of all, there's a lot of things called "Nightingale," so straightaway I have to tag it as "Nightingale Game" and that's just, awkward. But, whatever. I've been playing it, so I feel like talking about it.

So, this was @chiclet-go-boom's suggestion, unfortunately her computer can't run it, neither could mine, but I installed some Nvidia spyware and here we are. The extreme tldr is "steampunk Valheim" so, I got the bug in my brain and wanted to give it a shot.

It's not great. It's not bad, but there's nothing unique or exciting about it. Granted, I'm early in the game, but, Valheim struck me instantly with its vibe and I was hooked from the gecko. Ditto Lies of P, Dishonored, and Bloodborne. Love at first sight is completely real, when it comes to art.

It's a pretty pretty game—too pretty, I think, since Chiclet's computer can't handle it without updates that the computer itself can't handle, and mine can only barely deal with it. My god. Devs, please, stop developing games for tomorrow's computers. I want to keep using the hardware I've had for ten years. More Minecraft, less Crysis.

Beyond being pretty... I mean, it's steampunk Valheim. You might notice there's nothing really "steampunk" in my screenshot, I look like Betty Rubble for christ's sake... again, early game, I assume I'll get more stuff later. Gameplay is pretty much like Valheim or any other open world survival crafting game; you pick up sticks, stones, and grass to make a crude hammer, axe, and pick, to get slightly better sticks and stones to make slightly better hammers and axes, and there's tiers of crafting benches, that whole deal. The usual.

It comes down to the feel. The way you move, the animation when you pick up stuff, the timing of the sound effects. It's... a little off. You instantly wave saplings into your inventory. You chop voxels out of a tree trunk, which is nice, but when it comes down, the whole thing breaks into pickupable logs instantly. Cf Valheim, where the tree comes down, you have to shop the fallen trunk into smaller logs, and then into bite-sized chunks you can pick up. You press the button to "pop" rocks and sticks into pick-uppable items. Tedious? Maybe. But making the gathering, which is basically half the game, more... involved, immersive? ...makes it more satisfying. In Nightingale, I can basically strafe across the countryside mashing the button, and filling my pockets without slowing down.

Sorry, I can't help but compare, it's how I work. Everything's different, I must have a preference, so something I don't prefer compared to something I do, it's just going to sound like so much negativity. As far as I can tell, though, I'm just sayin'.

Nightingale has more game to it. Valheim drops you in with something more like Dark Souls; you're dumped in a strange world with a vague mission... so, hop to it! In Minecraft, there's nothing, you just start playing. Nightingale is somewhat like Valheim in this regard, but the vague mission comes with dialogue boxes, voice acting, quest objectives in the corner of your screen—it's a little more gamey. Now, the game is still very much a sandbox, but it definitely wants to show you the route to progression, give you objectives. Set up your first Estate, talk to a key NPC, complete this dungeon.

The screenshots show you fighting gaslamp monsters with a flintlock in your vest and suspenders, so there's some grandiose steampunk scenery later on, but I'm still playing cave girl over here—which is fine, I'm here for a sandbox, let's be real. But I think this is a game that wanted to be more game than sandbox, and went with the sandbox thing because it's so in vogue. I mean... it worked on me, right?

It appears to have randomly-generated maps. There's a system of Fae cards where you generate worlds with particular parameters; no telling how many options there are later to up the complexity and challenge. Again, I'm early in the game. The game wants you to work to get access to the better stuff, which is fair, I couldn't go to the mountains right away in Valheim—but, I did try. In Nightingale, it seems you'll have to go through the steps to get access to the currency to buy the better crafting tables to make the cards needed for more interesting worlds. It's too bad, because my M. O. is to go straight for the level 99 monsters just to see what I'm up against.

I died a couple times because I didn't know there were monsters there, and they just came at me from all sides. But you can recruit an NPC, and they're, so far as I can tell, practically invincible. If they do fall, you can revive them instantly with a button-press, and they can revive you. There doesn't seem to be any drawback to just dying and reviving the other person and keep fighting. Again... early game. But, again, I could go straight for some trolls in Valheim, I could go straight to Caelid in Elden Ring, I could go to Mor Dhona at level 2. I appreciate having that option available, even though it might be stupid, pointless, and completely impossible—and if a game is a sandbox you'd think you could go straight into trouble without having to do a lot of game stuff to get there; getting into a state where you can survive is where the gameplay is.

I don't have a, y'know, thesis, when I start writing. Just passion and opinions. I'm a discovery writer! I'll figure it out as I go.

Anyway, I paid for the game and I'm past the refund window, so I guess I'll keep playing. Sunk cost fallacy, am I right? Well, I'm bored, so it's something to do. Maybe you get to a point where it gets really cool, but so far the sandbox aspect is pretty typical, pretty normal, and the gameplay, lore bits are lackluster. Building is pretty generic, too. Probably get cool steampunk stuff later, but for now it's the usual sticks and stones.

And, let me make my stance clear, in case I haven't already: "early access" is bullshit. If the game is for sale and anyone can just come up and buy it, it's released. It's not a special sneak peak, it just means the devs are still working on it, and they're charging you to beta test it for them. This is the age of the Internet, of Games As A Service; all games continue getting updates. When you release a game with clear problems, call it "Early Access" as an excuse, you're just putting forth an unmoving advertisement for yourself. It's like if a writer published an outline and said "This will be cool when I write it! Patreon tiers start at $5/month."

And I fell for it, because I'm a chump, but oh well. Can't win 'em all.

Yeah, I know, I'm bitter and whiny and jaded. Angry angry Meatball. There are so many games out there, the competition is extreme. It's not enough to say "What if Genre was Aesthetic? That would be neat!" The game has to be fun. Valheim is fun, it has a great atmosphere—not aesthetic, atmosphere. Viking is the aesthetic, but the atmosphere is in the brooding music, the sound effects, the whole just feeling of when monsters appear, how they appear, how it feels when you suddenly get attacked; how it feels to pick up items, to build things, everything from resting to food to repairs. The menus, the text style, the writing, item descriptions, the little dream text you get when you sleep. It all creates this vibe, this personality, this charm, that makes a game fun.

Nightingale just doesn't have that. It feels like I'm playing a Unity tutorial on making your first sandbox game. It looks good, the character creator is good, the trees and textures and stuff are nice, but it feels generic. I'm not impressed, but I'm not disappointed, I'm just not impressed.

"Meatball, you don't seem to like this game. Why are you playing it? Why don't you go play Valheim?" Well, because I'm a dumb ugly idiot, obviously, and I'm a sucker for something new and shiny. My character is cute and I don't know where this game is going, maybe something interesting is around the corner. I'm not done with Valheim but it's a more challenging game, and every time I exist I get killed and all my stuff is stuck where a hundred skeletons live and I don't have the patience to go back and get it, or to get new stuff, that's why.

"Meatball, you sure complain a lot!" Look, if there was something I liked, I wouldn't be able to form a coherent thought about it, and besides, I'd be too into playing it until I got burnt out, lost my enthusiasm, and couldn't muster the strength to say anything about it, anyway. Did I post much about Valheim? No, I was busy having fun, and then it started to get hard, so I gave up and went to play Warframe.

"Meatball, you gushed about Warframe that other time and talked about how much you love that game!" Awp, you got me! I'm a liar and a hypocrite very often. Warframe is an extreme top-tier game for me; the passion lasts, ebbs and flows, but always returns. After the puppy love phase wore off, I still had a deep fascination and interest in it, and without being overwhelmed with excitement, I was able to get my thoughts in order and write a coherent post about it.

"Meatball, is this just compensating for your withdrawal symptoms since you're done writing your FFXIV dungeon reviews and now you have nothing to write about?" Yes. Very yes.

"Meatball, stop putting words in my mouth." That will probably never happen. I am sorry. Sort of.

Okay I'm done.

[literaila]

how to be 

spencer reid x reader 

abc’s masterlist. 

summary: spencer doesn’t like texting. he doesn’t like calling. but he might just tolerate it when it comes to you. 

warnings: touch of foreshadowing, fluff, anxiety, etc. 

a/n: dual pov? single pov? to be determined. 

*

i can't believe you recommended this to me. 

spencer doesn't have to wait long to hear from you again. 

when the unknown number shows up on his phone--late at night, he's up, pretending to go to bed--he's almost surprised. 

and then again, not. 

he knows exactly who it is before he has the chance to even think about it. 

he'd like to deny any knowledge of worrying about giving you his number. he'd like to say that he's been calm and collected for the last day. that no possible concerns were invading his mind like a steady prick of a needle. 

he'd really like to. 

but then again, he seems to be diseased. 

and this time, he didn't have to accidentally run into you, he didn't have to follow you at work or bother you at home. 

it's a significant change that spencer would prefer not to dwell on. 

do you like it? 

he feels only slightly less awkward when he doesn't have to stare at your face and pretend to be invested in anything but the strange beating of his heart. 

how to explain to you that he's just sick. or crazy. or both. 

is she going to die? 

spencer only slightly smiles, face illuminated by the screen of his phone. 

it's only been a day since he gave it to you. 

only a day since he's seen you.

your smile. 

no spoilers, he says. 

you send him a crying emoji back. 

spencer tries not to laugh. he pretends to know what that means. 

he'd like to imagine you. at home, probably wrapped in a blanket on the couch. he'd like to imagine your brother walking in the room, asking you what you're smiling at. 

because he just hopes that you're smiling. 

or he knows. intuition is a funny thing. 

and technically, he continues, i didn't recommend it. 

you wanted to borrow it. 

there's a brief pause. spencer thinks you might have fallen asleep. 

and then directly after that, he's worried about you being awake in the first place. just like him. 

he would really like to bond over something else than the nightmares he can't seem to shake. 

he's not going to complain though. your attention is a glance at midas' touch. a shining gem in this dark cave that is college. 

liar liar, you type back. 

you like pinocchio. 

spencer likes you. 

he's not willing to admit that quite yet. 

*

you don't text him again for another day. 

and then: i would like to file a complaint. 

he's sitting at his desk when he gets it. pretending to write down data, avoiding all the problems that come with being in a lab all day. 

pretending that there's not a letter sitting right next to him, waiting to be answered. 

that there's no guilt directly on his chest, and there's really nothing wrong. 

it would seem that denial is his chosen coping mechanism. 

he'd like to pretend that he doesn't know anything about psychology. or what that really means. 

he knows nothing. 

see human resources. 

he knows that you're working today. he wonders if it's a slow night. what might happen if he showed up. 

what kind of smile you might give him. 

cruel, spencer, you say, i'm halfway through. 

what page? he asks. 

134.

he imagines you--he does that a lot it would seem--leaning against a countertop. taking in the artwork, the words with an ear keened towards the door. 

you're more than halfway.

there are 206 pages. spencer knows this. 

is it worth it to keep reading? 

spencer would like to tell you that if you don't keep reading he's just going to show up at your apartment again. that he's going to resort to extreme methods of getting your attention. 

just keep talking to me, he wants to say. he doesn't even like texting. 

yes. 

he hopes that it's enough to keep you there. 

*

finally, you call for the first time. just like you said you would. 

it's late at night, dark outside, and spencer's sitting on his couch, patiently awaiting your verdict. 

he was shocked when he heard his ringtone. 

the first thing you say: "when should i give this back to you?" 

it's another day, another six thousand thoughts of you. 

spencer has been keeping his phone on him at all times. he made sure to set it to vibrate when he was at school. 

earlier, when he jumped anytime he got a notification, he caught someone staring at him with a strange look on their face. 

he left about ten minutes later, preferring not to dwell on that embarrassment. 

he doesn't dare open any messages from you when he was around anyone else. 

but within the confines of his apartment, the books that know him inside out, and the voices that like to follow him home--he's quick to get his hands on his phone. 

doesn't let the statistic about bacteria on a single cell phone enter his brain. 

"you finished it," he says, slightly relieved that he can speak at all. "did you like the ending?"

that's not an answer, spencer notes. he would like to draw this out as long as he can. 

it only takes a minute for you to answer, for spencer to overthink every decision he's ever made. 

he doesn't really want the book back. 

"you were right," he can hear your smile. "it was worth it."

spencer doesn't have time to think before you continue. "how are you?" you ask him and it feels like a loaded question. 

"just reading." 

"that's not what i asked." 

"i'm..." going crazy. so relieved you called me. "okay." 

it sounds like a question. spencer wishes he had studied up on how to have normal conversations. 

but you don't seem to mind. "you're up late." 

spencer slightly smiles, shifting the phone to his other ear. "so are you." 

he feels your laugh against his skin. feels your inhales and exhales. 

"how are you?" he asks, feeling ridiculous, taking a moment to get the question out. 

you sigh into the receiver, and he feels his heart turn to gold. 

spencer imagines how your skin would feel against his. "i'm tired," you whisper, but it doesn't sound like it did last time. 

maybe you're smiling.

"you should go to bed." 

spencer hears you shift around, wishes he could play the static on repeat for years. 

"i just called to tell you i finished it," you whisper as a tease. 

spencer stays quiet, waiting for more. 

"i'm free all day tomorrow. can i meet you somewhere to give it back?"

spencer makes a note to visit his cardiologist. 

"sure," he says and listens as you write down his address. as he hears his own voice telling you to stop by anytime. 

he can hear nothing but your voice so close to his ear.

he's sure it won't matter when you show up. if you show up at all. 

he won't be able to sleep tonight. 

*

"i finally get to see your apartment," you say as soon as spencer opens the door. 

it's noon. you're wearing a scarf. your voice sounds different in person. 

you're smiling at him and it's only then that spencer remembers that he hasn't seen you in a week. that the span of seven days is just enough to fade your image from his camera-like eyes. 

and still, you're exactly as beautiful. 

"hi," he says, clearing his throat. "come in." 

you walk right past him, never afraid of whatever he has lying beneath the surface. "it's only fair," you observe his bookshelves, tight-lipped. "you saw mine the first time we met." 

spencer runs a hand through his hair, trying to mess it up. "but you knew where it was." 

your eyes meet his. he feels desperate. 

"the infamous walk home." 

you turn again and tilt your head to read the titles of some more books. you haven't looked anywhere else. haven't even noticed the mess. 

spencer did try to clean it up. and then he fell victim to pacing around, instead, contemplating every possible conversation you might have. 

he hadn't guessed this one. 

"you have a lot of books," you tell him, letting a finger run across the spine of a geology book. "i haven't even heard most of these." 

"do you read a lot?" he asks, willing his voice to stay steady. 

you laugh, small. "nothing like this." 

and then you turn back to look at him--he's standing awkwardly, hands in his pockets as he stares at you. 

you smile at him. "here's your book back," you say, reaching into your bag. "thank you for trusting me with it." 

"you enjoyed it?" 

you nod. 

"no problem, then," he says, and he can't help but smile back at you. 

you sigh and look around finally, up at the ceiling, towards the door of his bedroom, then to his desk. "i'll be honest, this is not what i imagined." 

you move, go to sit on his couch. spencer follows. 

"what'd you imagine?" he tries to figure out if this feeling is going to go away. 

or if your smile is just branded in his mind. permanently.

"oh, ben has a bunch of posters on his walls," you smile. "girls, mostly. trash everywhere, clothes thrown across every surface." 

"your apartment is clean, though." 

you nod, eyes still flitting around. spencer watches your carotid pulse, watches you in amazement, watches you, thankful that you haven't looked back at him. 

that he doesn't have to look away. 

"that's mostly my doing. i guess i thought it'd be more like that. like goes with like, you know?" 

spencer catches that. his brow furrows. 

"you've read that?" 

you look at him. "what?" 

"'the role of representatives in erroneous and pseudo-scientific beliefs.'" 

you think for a moment. "oh," you say. "yeah." 

"what for?" 

something on your face changes. "fun," you say but it's more of a question. 

spencer just watches you, waiting for whatever answer he can tell is coming. 

"it was for a paper. i had-" you shake your head. "nevermind. it's not important." 

and then you smile at him as if you're letting him in on some secret. more comfortable, less enthusiastic than it usually is. 

more personal, closer to him. 

spencer watches your eyes, unsure what to say next. 

"i can get out of your hair if you've got something going on-" you say, beginning to get up, but spencer is quick to clear his throat. 

he can get his brain back together enough to keep you in his house. 

"no, uh, i'm not doing anything today," he says, "you don't have to leave." 

"okay," you say and sit back down. 

he waits, watching you. you wait, looking back. 

he feels a bit hypnotized. 

"so," you drawl. "got any coffee?" 

*

you stay for the next hour. 

spencer drinks in your words, a special kind of ambrosia made just for him. he memorizes every inclination of your lips, every movement of your head. 

his eyes don't leave you once. 

he feels his mind racing, a million different possibilities creating themselves. 

but as long as you stay he can't bring himself to care. 

when you're gone, he replays your voice over in his head. 

it's enough to keep everything else away. 

*

and then, three days later, when spencer is anxiously replaying a conversation he had with one of his classmates, he gets a notification from you. 

it's two in the afternoon. too soon for you to have gone to work. 

it's a wednesday. 

spencer breathes in, and then out, willing his heart to keep it's pace. 

consistency is all that matters. 

want to get coffee? you ask him. he feels his chest contract. 

spencer answers back before he can even breathe out. 

where?

*

the two of you get coffee twice a week for the next three. 

each time spencer can hardly believe it’s happening. 

spencer sits with you as you talk about work. he admires your soft way of speaking. remembers what your voice felt like right next to his ear. 

he watches as your eyes stay lit when you ask him a question. 

when you laugh at his stumbling, tease him when he doesn’t know how to answer. 

quickly, you’ve made friends with him. you’ve hook, line, secured him in obsession. 

he’s become so familiar with basking in your attention. just like it’s the sun. letting you warm every inch of him until he’s sure he’s going to burn up. 

spencer gets coffee with you whenever you ask. 

he pretends it means nothing. 

that he won’t crave it when it’s gone. 

*

part six. 

my masterlist here. 

[jq37]

Another hour was deffo needed. I'd have loved a scene of Hob and Rue officially accepting Binx's invite into their Court/Found Family or a scene of Chirp and her family. Some resolution on whatever the eff was going on with Wanessa and her plain but symmetrical ass. Andhera and Binx gave us exactly what we wanted. As for Squawk, he simultaneously gave the nastiest and most effective help action ever. His ending was as chaotic as the journey he took us on to get there. No notes.

I was super surprised when I was told the finale was only going to be a little over an hour (no shade of course, I heard it was because of scheduling but even if it wasn't, I'm not gonna complain about their choices) but I'm surprised they were able to wrap it up as well as they did in the time they had!

I do think it's weirdly fitting that in a season so concerned with social situations and drama rather than combat, the final battle got less airtime than the extended bit about Real Life Actor Jeremy Renner.

I def would like to know if anything was planned for Wanessa that they just didn't get to and I would have loved to see Chirp with her human family.

But, again, I do love what we did get. Andhera and Binx got a nice "and the adventure continues" ending together. Wuvvy and Rue had the start of a reconciliation. Brennan continues to have the vocal Midas touch as he just let that insanely romantic speech flow out of him like it was nothing (also, congrats on the double Nat 20's my guy!). And Squawk continues to be beyond reproach. No notes, indeed.

Can't wait to see what the next season is when the trailer drops tomorrow!

[emeraldgreaves]

OC TAG: SONG CHALLENGE

tagged by @queen-scribbles (thanks!!)

step 1 -> create your oc (or ocs) in this picrew

step 2 -> list 5 songs that inspired (or captured the feel of) your OC. if you choose multiple, feel free to pick your favorite or do songs for all of them! (and feel free to list fewer or more songs if you want)

asteria talovaire (full playlist) 

from a mage reborn

runaway (lvl 2) - aurora

And I was running far away Would I run off the world someday? Nobody knows, nobody knows And I was dancing in the rain I felt alive and I can't complain

new skin - verite

I got new love, new skin To wrap myself in New lows, new sins To lose myself in New heart, new limbs To bury myself in New love, new skin

not as we - alanis morisette

Day one, day one, start over again Step one, step one, with not much making sense Just yet I'm faking it 'til I'm pseudo making it From scratch, begin again, but this time I as I? And not as We?

rabbit heart (raise it up) - florence + the machine

This is a gift, it comes with a price Who is the lamb and who is the knife? Midas is king and he holds me so tight And turns me to gold in the sunlight

once upon another time - sara bareilles

Just yellow lines and tire marks And sun-kissed skin and handle bars And where I stood was where I was to be No enemies to call my own No porch light on to pull me home And where I was is beautiful Because I was free

not 1000% sure who else is into ocs+music so i’m tagging @jae-gerbomb, @brightwaterforarainyday, @bi-stander, @teeth-draws​, and @queen-scribbles​ (again!). as always, no pressure, and if you’re reading this then consider it an open tag :)