#The continual cycle of oh there are definitely ways to fix this

[rotzaprachim]

The continual work cycle of well a lot could be done about this. If we could swallow the pills that

a) food wastage is money for corporations. It’s still good that’s been purchased by a grocery store or again by home use. There’s a profit margin that comes from excess and inefficiency. (True of many other materials. There are massive incentives for producers of many products *not* to design maximally efficient systems because it leads to overpuchasing at some level

b) it’s Better for people to eat food for free (or wear clothes for free etc etc) than for it to get thrown out

[papaya-twinks]

hi i saw your request open uhm can i have lando angst? tysm! 🫶🏻

soo maybe lando meet someone new while he was travelling with his friends without you, and at first he didnt even want to admit that he already falls for her bc he still wants you and maybe this is just a phase

but ofc you notice that he is acting weird lately so you confront him or you found out by yourself 😔

Warnings: Brief Smut, Angst, Cheating

Pairing: Lando Norris x fem!reader

There was no doubt in saying that you trusted Lando. With your entire heart. He was an amazing and loving boyfriend, and he loved you as well. 

Y/N’s POV

Lando had left yesterday for his Grand Prix, I couldn’t go with him unfortunately, I had to deal with the stupidity that was work. Of course, I’d watch my boyfriend on the TV, I wouldn’t miss his race for the world. Lando meant an awful lot to me after all, and oh how glad I was that he reciprocated those feelings!

Lando’s POV 

I didn’t mean to fall for her. I’m not talking about Y/N. I mean Miura. I don’t even know how I did it - she’s nothing compared to my girlfriend, but there was something about her that was almost enticing. Max had introduced her to me and she was  one of Pietra’s friends, not that I cared. And she definitely felt the same way. It was just a phase clearly. 

Y/N was the one I loved. She was the one I’d message every night and every morning, she was the one I wanted. My phone dinged, interrupting my plethora of questions and my train of thoughts, as I picked up the device. It was Max, again. He wanted to hang out before the party. Miura would be there. She shouldn’t have even been the part that broke me and made me want to go. I should have gone for my best mate, not her. 

Third Person POV

Lando ended up choosing a simple yet sophisticated outfit, a plain white shirt, three buttons undone at the top and a pair of black dress trousers, with a few chains and rings. And as soon as he got there, the first person he locked eyes with? Miura. And she looked gorgeous, a slim black dress hugging her curves. Fuck, Y/N looked better, you had the same dress, but it hugged your body and showed you off way more than it did for the girl in front of him. 

Lando’s POV 

I missed Y/N - I wish she’d have come with me. We would’ve spent the whole night together, partying, grabbing drinks, then I’d fuck her pretty little pussy, have her writhing and begging for an orgasm. She’d look so gorgeous, y’know, taking my cock. She always does. So fuck knows genuinely, fuck knows, how I ended up back in some random ass hotel, my clothes dumped somewhere and Miura pressed against me.

I felt like I wanted it. Like I wanted her. But I couldn’t get the thoughts out my head, I wished it was Y/N, I couldn’t imagine anyone except her, beneath me, taking me so well. Miura’s moans weren’t anything on the pretty sounds that came from my pretty girl. What the fuck was this? Where was my own girlfriend? This was a mistake. “Miura, I can’t,” I said, pulling out of her quickly as she frowned, her feeling fading quickly at the loss of contact.

“Lando, what d’you mean? You don’t want this?” she asked, trying to push me back into her. “No, I have a girlfriend,” I frowned, pushing her away lightly and picking up my clothes. “What?” her sugary tone immediately faded. “Fuck her, Lando,” she said, fixing her mistake, but I was no longer interested. “Rather her than you,” I said, the spite in my voice was evident. And I meant it. I thought I could just pretend it never happened, Y/N didn’t need to know.

Y/N’s POV

I was really confused when Lando came back. Usually he’d come back, exhausted, body limp from all the things he’d been up to, and he’d let me wrap my arm round him. I’d hold him and let him tell me everything, and I’d let him fuck the stress out. It was like a continuous cycle. But he didn’t do that. He didn’t even…acknowledging me.

Maybe the race had been stressful, I wouldn’t know, not being a driver and I didn’t want to make assumptions. “Lando, baby, are you alright?” I asked, walking quietly into her room. He jumped, really violently, looking up at me. “Y-yeah, I’m fine, Y/N, please leave,” he said, slamming his phone down. What the fuck? This was suspicious, now. Not even confusing anymore.

Lando’s POV

I felt horrible. She looked so hurt, and somewhat suspicious. She had every right to be. “Lando? Are you talking to someone?” she asked slowly. I was talking to Martin, yes. “Martin,” I muttered, not even looking her in the eye. “About?” she asked, no, demanded. This was one of the things I found so attractive about her. She’d have such…power, to get what she wanted. It was hot. “Stuff,” I said, wow, what an answer.

“Alright,” she rolled her eyes, turning around to leave. I couldn’t stop myself. “Y/N,” I said, making her stop, “I fucked someone,”. The silence was deafening. It was almost like I could feel her heart drop. “What?” she asked quietly, her strong faced faltering as her eyes widened in disbelief. “I…Y/N, you heard me,” I said, I couldn’t bring myself to say it. Not to Y/N.

Y/N’s POV

“Lando, that’s a funny joke,” i laughed, frowning at my boyfriend. “I…I wish it was,” he muttered not meeting my eyes. “W-wow, Lando,” I said, not having any words. There was silence. “Was it good?” I asked, making him look up. “What?” he asked, frowning slightly. “Was it good? Did she…feel good?” I asked, genuinely curious. “No. No one could feel as good as you,” he said, truthfully. “Okay,” I said. “Y/N, please don’t leave, it was a mistake-,” I cut him off. “Oh, a mistake,” I said, and for a second, he believed I was forgiving him.

“Let me go fuck Max then,” I snorted, his face falling. I felt bad for him. But he cheated. He deserved it. No matter how much he apologised. I felt like I deserved better. “You deserve better,” he said, echoing my thoughts. “I know,” I said, turning away. “So much better,” he continued, “more than I can even dream to give you,”. I didn’t say anything. “Loved it til it ended, Lando. Although I’m not sure it ended for you,”.

Lando’s POV

Those words hurt. I deserve it. I don’t deserve anything. Especially not Y/N.

[cor-lapis-candy]

I'm back on my idea of an isekai reader who is the assistant to aether/lumine, but like you run that teapot, that is your domain, tubby is your assistant and the invited guests answer to you not aether/lumine.

Now let's think about Zhongli coming to visit between trips with the traveller only to be met with your glower, you had been cleaning and he had the former archon had the gall to appear while you had been re-leafing some of the gold furniture and startled you enough that had a smattering of gold across your cheeks and arms.

He had made a mess of you and your work and had the audacity to simply walk off as you tried to brush the gold flakes from your skin.

It's not the first time you had growled and grumbled at the former archon about his popin visits and the constant invasion of your space when he did, looming over you as you repaired and put new furniture together, the bastard has a sixth sense to when your putting together liyue styled pieces and or working gems into certain things, always on the dot and flees the moment you call him out on it.

If only you had followed him rather than huffing and continuing with the repairs, oh what a sight you would have seen.

It was far from a chance that he showed up just as you began to work with gold and gemstones, as the former lord of geo he knows when someone is working with his elements, often blotting it out and ignoring the residual hum in the back of his mind. Only when it comes from certain areas does he pay attention, and the travellers realm is one he always watches, waits for the moment he hears that low hum before rolling through to the realm.

He knows it won't be the traveller, knows it will be you at the foot of the stairs or tucked away in some room shaping and fixing some of the decorations, so diligent with his domain and so perfect as you slot the cor lapis into it's frame on some chair that had tipped and cracked the original jade icon. Perhaps it was unbecoming to look as he does and yet he can't stop himself, watching as you work with your hands, fingers dipping into the wood and stone, dragging over the groves and carved waves in the very element he had lorded over for millennia.

It was most definitely unbecoming that the sight had him tenting his pants, cock swelling with the vision of your hands taking him up and treating him with the same diligence and care, palms cupping his balls and wrapping around his shaft as you work him to completion, perhaps you would take him into your mouth and leave his skin shiny with your spit before dragging it across his skin, making the black and gold of his cock shine like the cor lapis you so often had to change out.

The way he hurried away when you turn your attention from the furniture is only to keep you from seeing how as you bend your head he is pressing his palm against his cock, rocking hair hips into the pressure and trying to avoid shuddering or shifting too much, the dedication and focus you display is intoxication in its purest form.

He can practically taste the tang of another world on your skin, even if he has never had more than passing contact with you, and yet he wants to know what you taste like, how the sweat that beads on your upper lips would taste as he dragged his tongue across your lips before delving between them, he even longs to know how your scent would change after working in the false heat of the adeptal realms, would your sex smell of sweat and your arousal? Or would the heavy scent of work overpower everything else?

He had to know, but in the same breath he knew you had grown annoyed at his looming presence, huffing and grunting as he made another unannounced visit to the teapot, and yet it's a cycle as he watches you, drinks in the designs and care you show only to duck away into the room that was for him, decorated for him, everything here was made by you for him and he would make sure to make use of it all.

Be that alone with his hand around his cock or maybe in the days to come with you, dedicated, wonderful you, oh so perfect to be seated on his cock or perhaps you would prefer his more bestial form and the twin cocks that would stretch you and make all mortals useless for your pleasure...

[goodolddumbbanana]

This episodes today... Damn. I was shocked that Sun was not mentioned when Moon hit him. And oh boy, the boys are fighting and Moon is hesitated when Sun said he would not be happy? Delicious.

Seeing these episodes make me think back Sun in the past. Sun in the past definitely break down and cry and let his anxious flood his mind. He would begged and pleased , he would been so helpless and lost . He would accept his fate with a thought in his head that he was useless.

Now... I don't know if people see it but I think Sun is given up. Not in terms that kill himself or depressed so much he is self destructed, but in terms that he is no longer given a damn. Seems like his emotions becomes so drained that his empathy slowly get sweep away.

Why I say that?

1. He has tired of Moon's crap. No "it's not you, moon." No "we can fix it together, moon. Just let me help you." No "it not true Moon, don't talk to yourself like that."... Just balantant accepted. The past Sun might thinking he was a problem and try in some unlucky ways to self destructive himself only to try to get Moon sane again. (Sun is not dumb. He is just very unlucky.)

The present Sun? The "I am not afraid to beat the shit out of you if it means I will bring your sanity back?"? Mr-maybe I - will - lock -Moon-just -a- little -bit-until-he-cool-down?

Sideline, Have you ever thought the reason why Sun decided to build a box to stop Moon was because in the past, when Sun had a mental breakdown, it was Old Moon who did that to cool Sun's head?

Something about the history repeats itself, about the cycle of trauma continues. (Sun is not an abuser, I repeat. Sun is not an abuser) But I would be lying if I don't think it is poetic that Sun will not have any other single thoughts about locking Moon.

Sun is not even suprise that Moon insane at this point. He just looks so disappointed and be like: "Oh well, doomed my Friday I guess. " And thinking about solutions. Not single bits emotions attract.

(just like when my mom struggled to go to hospital so bad, she hit my glasses. All I feel was annoyed that I can't get her to the hospital sooner, and only some shallow anxious about her health on the surface.)

2. Death threat

How many death threats Sun have said nowadays. Catnap. Eclipse. Papyrus. Ban ban. Creator... And now... Moon.

Sun is not saying that directly, but "you know I would be not very happy" and "I can talk to him or something... action" heavily implied in Sun might hurt Moon. Not in the term of kill New Moon, but Sun will hurt Moon to save him, because turn out, violence is the only thing Sun Knows. Violence is the only make things work. Eclipse taught him that. Old Moon taught him that. Monty? Even Lunar taught him that.

[oldfashionedmorphine]

hi friends!! i’m super excited to share Will’s perspective from the scene in the basement all the way back in chapter 4 of i’m a wreck (without you here)!!!

i highly recommend reading chapter 17 first!!! 😉

(it’s 2.7k words! oh and psa for anyone who has read my story so far—especially if you haven’t read this chapter in a while: i have gone back and fixed some things i didn’t like cause as much as i loved this chapter, i published it before i was 100% satisfied with it…but it works better now! also idk why but i kinda like Will’s pov more 👀)

🎵🎶 and look!! i even picked out songs!!! :D

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Enjoy!

Cause It’s the Only Thing I Wanna Do

June 22, 2004 11:47 pm

“—I really wanna know how you’ve actually been, you know, from you.”

“Well, uh...” Mike starts to say, but then he pauses, eyebrows lifting, eyes wide—it looked as though he were trying to figure out where to start first. And then Will watches Mike pour himself another shot, slamming it down fast, and sucking his teeth before he continues, “Well...I live in an apartment, it’s not terrible. Rent is a little expensive where I’m at, so I have a roommate—he’s a law student and I rarely ever see him—but anyway, I had a lot of financial mishaps over the years, so I never quite got out of the cycle of renting to own anything...or heck, even live alone. But it doesn’t really bother me though—I have a cat, her name’s Josephine—that was her name at the shelter and I thought it was cute so I kept it—and uh...definitely no girlfriend…”

Definitely no girlfriend?

The way he had said it raised a tiny little flag in Will’s mind. And then there was a pause between Mike’s words—Will almost found the nerve to ask him to elaborate, but then Mike shakes his head slightly and he’s back to speaking, “And the weather is pretty dreary. Both Nancy and Holly were convinced I have depression. They’re probably right. They said the weather only makes it worse. It does get lonely sometimes too—my relationships—well, nothing ever sticks. Honestly, it's mostly sucked, but I can’t bring myself to leave.”

Will pulls his knees to his chest, he wasn’t sure what he was expecting to hear, but hearing Mike talk about feeling lonely and how his sisters were convinced he had depression didn’t sit well with him. Once upon a time, back during the darker days of being so incredibly furious because Mike had left him behind, there were times when Will had hoped he was miserable, but eventually he grew out of that mindset after his heart hurt less, and over the past couple years, whenever he thought of Mike, he liked to imagine he was happy somehow, even if it was without him. And all the things he knew from afar—the things Nancy had told him—were all positive because she had never once mentioned anything about depression, she only informed him of the highlights. Simple stuff like Mike getting a new job or how he had sent gifts for the kids, and he knew about the cat, just not her name, but of course each time Nancy would also add a little something to the effect of ‘You know, I think he misses you, you should try talking to him—I have his number if you want it’, but of course, he couldn’t do it. He wanted to call, but too much time had passed…and it wasn’t like Mike ever tried to reach out either—Nancy had his number too, so she probably offered it to Mike at some point as well. Ultimately, it felt like the damage was too severe to ever recover from. And it was also very hard to believe that Nancy was really telling the truth—that Mike actually missed him—and not just meddling to make family gatherings less awkward. Maybe she had hoped that if the two of them were friends again, then her brother would be more inclined to visit. Perhaps a selfish motive, but if that was the truth, then he could understand why she would try and make the effort. In the end, Will thought it was best to leave it alone, because there would be less chance of getting hurt again that way…

And when Will realizes Mike had left him a short window to speak, he takes it—he wants Mike to know he's listening. “Why not? If it sucks, why not move somewhere else? What’s stopping you? It’s not like you haven’t done a big move before. Just go somewhere more affordable,” but Mike’s face was still sour, so Will makes a small attempt to provoke a smile with a teasing tone, “and with better weather.”

“I dunno. It’s stupid when I think about it now, but I pissed everyone off back when I first moved—and then you wouldn’t talk to me anymore—I guess I just felt like it all had to mean something.”

Will quirks an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

Mike keeps his eyes cast down at his hands, fidgeting with an empty shot glass. “I mean, that me living there, in Seattle, couldn’t be all for nothing. And I only realize now that I was being so fucking stubborn about it. It’s just that...half the time—half the time I was embarrassed that I didn’t live up to my parents expectations. I could have been more—or something. Something more. I had really hoped being somewhere else would have helped, like when people talk about a ‘fresh start’, but I just feel like—I dunno, like I’m going through the motions.” He scoffs. “I can’t believe I’m saying this but...if twelve year old me could see me now I’m sure he’d be pretty disappointed. I let myself get knocked down because of a couple dumbass choices—any normal person would have dusted themselves off and tried again. But not me.”

“Oh…” Will murmurs. He wasn’t sure what else to say.

“Not me...or I dunno, maybe I was just punishing myself.”

Again he watches Mike pour himself another shot of vodka, filling it to the very brim this time, almost to the point it spills over, and as he brings the shot to his mouth, some of the liquor drips onto his shirt and the floor. It was clear Mike’s coordination was wavering with each additional shot. And then Mike offers to pour Will another, but he shakes his head, refusing—Will knew his limits. Three shots of vodka was more than enough, possibly too much, because he was definitely feeling it. If he drank any more he’d regret it in the morning. Not to mention he wasn’t a big fan of getting drunk to begin with. He always feared he’d end up like his deadbeat dad if he wasn’t careful about pacing himself when it came to alcohol.

Mike sets the bottle back on the coffee table. “You probably know this, but I was also holding a major…major grudge against my dad for the longest fucking time because of his—well, cause of all those things he said.” He chuckles, which Will found to be a bit unsettling considering what Mike was saying. “At one point my mom even said that he was ‘sorry for everything’ and that he wanted to try to ‘make amends’…part of me thought she was just saying it to force me to apologize first, but I still couldn’t face him even if it was the damn truth. Like, I just couldn’t trust that he really felt differently after everything—well ‘cause, all those horrible things he said—the things he implied…even about you, they might as well have been…about me. Y’know? I mean, they were…they are, he just didn’t know it. And I really didn’t think he’d still be sorry if he knew about that.”

Wait—what? Did he just—

Will was stunned, though he wasn’t sure he heard him right. Because it wasn’t like he had said the words outright, yet it sounded a hell of a lot like he was implying that—

And now Mike was looking over at him, full of panic, with the kind of expression you’d expect from someone who just revealed a truth they never meant to share. His eyes remain locked on Mike, but the longer he stares at him the more confused it makes him, so Will drops his gaze to the floor and tightens his arms around his legs. No matter how Mike’s face seemed, it wasn’t confirmation of what he thought he heard—hopes he heard.

Out of the corner of his eye, Will sees Mike reaching for the vodka again, this time drinking straight from the bottle. Part of him wanted to snatch the bottle away from Mike—I think you’ve had enough, mister, you’ll regret another drop—except he can’t seem to move a damn muscle for some reason.

And after a moment Mike sighs, setting the bottle down. “Of course, I don’t exactly know how he would’ve handled the news—I mean, obviously I never told him—or anyone from back then—”

But what else would have upset his father so much? What could it possibly have been that he never told him…or anyone else? Drugs? No, because he said it had something to do with me too, so that can’t be it, not to mention the way he emphasized—

Mike hiccups. “As I say this now, you’re the first I’ve—”

Okay, but I’m the first what? I need you to say it!

“—and of course I never let it go with him...but then...it was too late. The option to even think about—well, about finally forgiving him...and telling him the truth about me—”

The truth about—okay, yeah, that has to be it—Ted must’ve said a bunch of homophobic shit to Mike and I was roped into the mix somehow, because Mike said his dad ‘implied horrible things’ that involved me, yet all of it also applied to Mike? So then he must’ve meant that he’s gay…or maybe he’s bisexual? What else would make Ted Wheeler lose his shit? What else would he want to conceal for so long? And that still had to do with me somehow—cause it sure as shit wouldn’t have been over video games…plus…no one—not Nancy, Holly, Karen, El, or any one else—has ever once mentioned anything to me about Mike having a girlfriend since…high school…

“—cut all the bullshit, but...it didn’t. And I didn’t even go—didn’t even go to his funeral. I didn’t deserve to. It’s stupid—or I’m stupid. And now with Nancy—I didn’t—fuck—I didn’t even...consider...that I had so little time left with her. And...my options were taken away...again. I could have—I could have...seen her more. I know we weren’t always...the closest, but she—she definitely made more effort than me—if I had just...been less of a dipshit and forced myself to visit...but now—well, I can’t do that anymore. She’s gone, Will. She’s really...” Mike pauses, then he whispers, “gone.”

And then Will looks back over at Mike—he was using his sleeves to dry his eyes, but his tears were relentless, continuing to spill over, and with snot also dripping from his nose. The mere sight of Mike in this state elicits tears of his own, as well as an overwhelming urge to comfort him, to offer him a shoulder, but when Will starts to inch closer to him, he hesitates. There was a time they used to hug, but what if Mike didn’t want to be touched?

Fuck it—he can push me away if he needs to.

Will must have caught him by surprise with his sudden impulse, because now Mike’s looking at him with glossy bloodshot eyes as a shuddered gasp escapes his pale lips. And then Mike starts to tremble as though he were on the cusp of shattering into a million pieces. But for a single selfish second, as Mike was falling apart right before his eyes, Will can’t help but marvel at the sheer impossibility of the situation. At how close he was to Mike. Their knees were now pressed together and the scent of his shampoo was so prominent—citrus and mint—mixed with a hint of alcohol coming from his breath. But the moment passes and then the instinct to wrap an arm around him kicks in, to draw him even closer. Mike’s head immediately falls onto Will’s shoulder and his sobs grow louder.

And between sobs and sniffles Mike starts stuttering, “I’m n-never gonna see her again—ever. Never hear her voice—see her s-smile. Never—and I missed out—the pictures—her! Never, n-never—I’m so stupid—stupid—” Without any warning, Mike moves to throw his arms around Will, seeming desperate as he grabs onto his shirt, pulling at the fabric so intensely that threads begin to snap, threatening to rip the seams apart entirely—hey, I like this shirt—except Will couldn't find it in him to make Mike stop. All he can do is try and hold him and hope that it helps. And when Mike starts to beg softly into his ear, the words tug even more at his heartstrings, “Please, please—don’t go. Please, you can’t go. Please, please s-stay—ple-please don’t go. I don’t want—I don’t want—don’t leave me again. Please, please don’t—don’t—don’t—” then Mike tucks his face into the crook of Will’s neck, his pleading words becoming too muffled to comprehend.

Will tries to ignore the small part inside of him that feels betrayed for allowing himself to get this close to Mike and risk his heart all over again. And he briefly thinks back to when he held that number in his hand, debating with himself for hours before he pushed a single button—before he ever left that voicemail—because he knew exactly what would happen. It was a slippery slope and the stakes were high. But of course, a larger part of him wanted Mike back more than anything, so he had set aside his fear and from the very second he dialed his number, he was all in—heart unsheathed and vulnerable. And now here he was, sitting on the floor of an old familiar basement, more than a little tipsy, with Michael Wheeler drunk and trembling in his arms, begging for him to never leave him again.

But tomorrow Mike would wake up and not remember any of this. And if Will were to ask him about it, he’d reply that he didn’t mean anything he said. That it was all a mistake. That it was only extreme grief and copious amounts of vodka that made him utter such words, but Will tries to ignore every invading thought. Thoughts driven only by fear—a defense mechanism designed to shield his heart by preparing him for some hypothetical worst case scenario like last time. Because something inside him was fully aware that he had slipped over that edge and he was falling once again for the idea of spending the rest of their lives together. And that maybe he wouldn’t survive this time if it all went wrong.

But it won’t. Not this time. This time it’ll be different—no more hiding.

“Hey, hey...it’s gonna be okay. I’m here...” Will whispers to him as he brings a hand up to stroke the back of Mike’s head, his hair the slightest bit damp to the touch, and then slowly his shaking begins to subside. “I know it hurts. But it’s gonna be okay... maybe not right now, but someday.”

Mike’s sobs taper off until the only sound filling the space in the room was REO Speedwagon’s Keep On Loving You;

“…When I said that I love you, I meant that I love you forever…”

Will rocks him gently side to side, humming the song as if it were a lullaby. Eventually Mike grows heavier in his arms and Will realizes it would be better for Mike to sleep in a bed, so he tries to rouse him. “Mike?”

No answer, so he tries again, giving him a little shake. “Mike…Mike?”

“Hmm.”

“Come on, let’s get you to bed—”

He groans at the suggestion.

“You can’t sleep like this, come on…”

Mike mumbles—it sounds like he was asking him to stay.

“I’m not going anywhere, I promise.”

He finally manages to help him up, but they only get as far as the sofa bed right behind them. At first they both stay sitting at the very edge, with Mike still trying to hold onto Will, but in the end, Will gently eases him towards the pillow and he goes out like a light.

Will tilts his head as he leans over him, then reaches a hand out—at first it was to simply push back the hair from Mike’s eyes, but right after, he caresses his cheek with the back of his hand. Even with puffy eyes and tear-soaked skin with splotches of red, he was beautiful. Maybe more so now than ever before.

And Will felt guilty for wanting to capture Mike in such a dark moment. But that feeling didn’t stop him from picking up his sketchbook off the floor and opening it to an empty page…

[slut4colinbridgerton]

Bittersweet in my mouth || COLIN BRIDGERTON

PT 2

PROMPT: “People warned me about you. I didn’t listen… God I wish I did.”

Requested?: No

Ship: Colin Bridgerton x reader

Warnings: AFAB pronouns, angst, colin being a cunt (please let me know if I need to add anything else!)

Summary: idk it’s just pure angst at this point

(gif by @bonniebirddoesgifs)

“Fine, she’s behind me.”

“What?”

Y/N poked her head out,

“Hi.”

“Eloise please leave.”

“No way, brother.” She stood there with her arms crossed,

“Eloise,” Y/N grabbed her shoulder, “I’ll be back soon ok? Let me just talk to him.”

Eloise nodded, and left to resume her conversation with Penelope.

Y/N just stared at Colin and shrugged,

“So? What do you want to tell me?”

“I wanted to apologise. It was unwise of me to imply that you won’t do well on the marriage market.”

Y/N let out a unladylike snort, before covering her mouth,

“You could definitely say that Colin.”

She paused, as if in thought, then turned back to face him,

“I wouldn’t have cared if the comment came from an ancient, balding lord. But it hurt because you said that Colin, you know how worried I was about me being able to attain a respectable husband. And your comment was like a dagger to my heart. And for your information, I could easily get a husband, but I’ve been holding myself back for someone, who I now see doesn’t deserve me.”

As she said this she took a step closer and closer to Colin, who simply stared at her with a dumbfounded look on his face.

“Who did you hold yourself back for?”

“You, Colin.”

“How could I hold you back? What do you- Oh.”

“Yeah Colin. I’ve waited, and waited. And every time you spoke about some other charming debutant you broke my heart. But then you would be so charming to me, touch my arm for slightly too long, and that would give me a glimmer of hope. Hope that maybe you felt the same way. And this cycle continued, and it broke me every time.”

As she finished her rant, she let out a shaky breath. She turned to walk out of the secluded area of the garden, but Colin lurched forward and grabbed her upper arm,

“Y/N wait-“

She screwed her arm out of his loose grip,

“Colin no, you can’t fix this now. You’re engaged now, remember?”

She stared at him, with a hint of fury and- a sense of hatred? As Colin opened his mouth, she spoke again,

“People warned me about you Colin. I didn’t listen and I allowed myself to be stuck in your trap. God, I wish I did listen…”

She walked out of the secluded area, leaving Colin stood there, shoulders slumped and a defeated look on his face. He wished she would look back but she didn’t. How he yearned to tell her he felt the same…

He felt a pat on the back and looked down, it was Eloise,

“Let’s get you a drink brother, you look like you need one.” He allowed himself to be pulled by her to the drinks table.

AAAAAAH OMG I FINALLY PUT OUT PART 2. i’m so sorry it’s taken so long, i literally have no excuses, but i finally finished because someone commented they were looking forward to part 2. and i’m a people pleaser what can i say 🤷🏻‍♀️ anyways i hope you enjoyed reading it, and once again and any constructive criticism is welcome as i did not edit this.

thank you :)

- caitlin/sage <3

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[crimsonxe]

rant below

tmw stumbling over some moron on reddit (I don't go there, but do look over screencaps and details from others that do) basically stroking off Celtic and ignoring all the disgusting aspects of Ruining RWBY.

Like this moron puts forward the idea that Ghira and Kali don't come across as a couple or as Blake's parents. HOW? Ghira and Kali easily give couple feel, one that is well-into its years and not some immature showcase of teen boys ideas of relationships. They also fully feel like Blake's parents, hell Blake displays traits of both.

BB is in absolutely no damn way done better by Celtic's bigoted ass than the show itself that actually did a slowburn that anyone actually paying attention had pointed out for YEARS. The main show however didn't shove the two into a hot-tub for service.

Yang's trauma and disability are handled with care, within the confines of a more action show that has people that whine about any slowing down.

Dumbass tries to gloss over the disgustingness and view into the minds that the faunus heat cycles presents. Nvm not only the person being pro-Velvet/Cardin even doing a "Celtic says they're platonic but we know better heheheh" type of thing, cause shoving a racism bully into a romance with her racist bully isn't at all disgusting. Oh wait it actually majorly IS.

2 parter: 1) Celtic not only does an asspull to bring Roman back but also shoves his ass into the main spotlight so while not "self-insert" is definitely author servicing himself and 2) love how these morons keep accusing the actual writers of RWBY of doing self-inserts when no shit-for-brains they don't. Neptune gone for over half (really even 75-80% of the current volumes of the show); and Jaune wasn't even supposed to have as big a role at first but it was MONTY's push to expand him out. On top of that the amount of development and time he gets is proportional to what fits with his role.

And finally the person just really goes ham in regards to stroking off Celtic with a "thank you" section. Like I can smell the mustiness and desperation just oozing from the text its so damn bad.

"Fixing RWBY" is nothing more than "Ruining RWBY" and Celtic is nothing more than a sexist, bigoted, racist, transphobic, obnoxious incel shitlord that has the benefit of running his damn mouth off about x,y, and z; w/o doing a budget, w/ the RWBY writers having already done the work, and being stroked off by his incel followers for RUINING the RWBY concept by injecting every single bullshit sexist anime/manga/media trope he can into his AU of it. I'll continue to laugh at any knuckledragger that actually talks about it in a positive manner.

[leviackermanscleaningbuddy]

Hello again! How are you?

I had a question about the Skz!Pack if that's ok. So I understand that the Alphas usually have the instinct to be protective of their mates, especially the omegas. I wondered if Omegas also get protective of the Alphas too.

For example, say one of the Alphas got sick or maybe they hurt themselves accidently, would an omega get this instict saying " oh no the alpha isn't happy, something is wrong and I need to go make them feel better." They would just start smothering them with affection and keep trying to cheer them up in their own way because they have the instinct to make their alpha happy right?

(By the way, thank you for continuing to answer these Pack questions even though you were busy traveling a while ago. I enjoy reading them because it helps me learn more about your characters and I find some of the answer scenarios really funny.)

"Oooh this is a good question." Hyunjin remarks offhandedly, as he leans over some of the other pack members to squish Jeongin's full cheeks.

The youngest omega makes a face, but no move to pull away.

"Really good." Felix agrees with a nod, his chin tucked into Jeongin's shoulder, nose buried in the soft material of the youngest's hoodie.

"Alphas tend to experience emotions on a protective sort of scale?" Hyunjin speaks up again, releasing Jeongin now, even as he pinches Jisung's side and makes the beta yelp. "Whereas omegas experience emotions on a comfort scale."

"That's a smart way of looking at it actually." Seungmin compliments thoughtfully, nodding at the oldest omega in respectful admiration.

Hyunjin looks proud. "Thank you." He waves a hand at Chan now. "So like, Channie is head alpha right? So when someone needs something or is struggling or anything is wrong, he usually goes into protective, fix it mode. But when one of the alphas are having a hard time, or any other packmate basically, my first instinct is to cuddle and comfort."

Felix smiles affectionately at Hyunjin. "Yeah, I definitely feel like there's a pull as an omega-and not just because it's stereotypical-to want to nurture and care and watch out for the alphas and other members of the pack."

"Cuddle piles are essential." Jeongin says seriously, his head on Felix's shoulder now. "And nests when someone is having a hard day."

"Hyung doesn't sleep a whole lot, and he never really sleeps well when he does." Felix glances at Chan, who gives him the hint of a smile, which the omega returns. "So when one of us finds out that he's in one of his cycles again, or having trouble sleeping, we usually make an effort to have at least one of us there when he comes home from the studio at night, in his bed, so that he's not alone."

"And I like to make sure that all the alpha-hyungs are eating." Jeongin pipes up, as Minho ruffles his hair fondly. "Sometimes they get busy, or spend too much time at the studios, and they forget to eat. Like it's not a basic life necessity."

"Basically, an omega shows their love and appreciation and worry and any other strong emotion by nurturing." Hyunjin finishes up, flapping his sweater paws as he shrugs. "We just like all our pack mates to be happy, even if that means a little more work for us."

"But I don't like blood." Jeongin crinkles his nose in disgust as Felix laughs. "So if you get hurt, you're on your own."

[skaruresonic]

The Welsh Triads were originally orally transmitted, as druids and bards had to memorize everything, and it made things easier on them to recount information in multiples of three. The system of memorization via lists is called cyfarwyddiaid, which would be spoken aloud by a cyfarwyddyd (storyteller). Culhwch and Olwen, the earliest example of Welsh Arthurian literature, reads at times like a pastiche of this form of Welsh oral storytelling. Arthur evoking the 200 or so names of every person, animal, and possession in his court in dedication to Culhwch's quest would have definitely tested the cyfarwyddyd's powers of recall had it been recounted orally. The lengthy list of characters would have also given the audience reason to be like "ah yes, I remember that guy." Not to mention the occasional bit of comedy may have been sprinkled in to keep the passage from becoming a total slog, such as the name "Sound, Son of Hearing." That would suggest the author was knowledgeable enough in the traditional oral form to riff on it a little. The Dream of Rhonabwy, a much later (and I use this term loosely) isekai tale in which a royal messenger in the 13th century falls asleep on a yellow calf-skin inside a derelict hall and dreams of the former glory of Arthur's court, borders on satire, if not surrealism. Dream of Rhonabwy, in fact, has been argued to reflect the political tumult of medieval Wales at the time, turning it into a (then) modern parable with a vague Arthurian gloss draped on top. It may have been a way to wag the finger at warring princes of the time and lament "Oh, how the mighty have fallen." Sir Thomas Malory's take builds off of Geoffrey of Monmouth and Chretien de Troyes's work, compiling and compressing an amalgamation of folk tales. His work furthermore reflects the political and social mores of his time in the form of Christian virtue and codes of chivalry. Our boy Geoffrey claimed to be working from original Bri'ish tradition, but his sources are a little "just trust me dood" tbh. With all this in mind, it must be considered that Arthuriana reflects the cultural mores of time and place, and so there is no one set "canon," no one fixed version of legend. Frankly, given how many countries and principalities each had their own slice of the pie, it's impossible to even say which is more "canon" than the next. Welsh and French cycles do bear their own continuities if you look at them broadly, true, but once you zoom in on the details, you find hundreds of localized permutations. Like: that spring is known for hosting the magical tomb of Arthur's dead son, you should go and measure the dimensions for yourself. Or, isn't it crazy how our blessed saint had beef with Arthur, and got his head cut off after spotting Arthur dancing in drag with a bunch of girls at a party and the saint was only able to tell due to Arthur's telltale limp? (I swear I am not making this shit up.)

Even though the characterization of Malory's Arthur is a far cry from the rampaging warlord of Welsh folk tales, even that more "savage" characterization varies depending on what source you read. Sometimes the clergy made Arthur, a pagan warlord, look bad precisely to puff up their own protagonists, or just the church in general:

These may be exemplary, conventional episodes, but in other Vitae the Arthurian episodes appear to be genuine fragments of Arthurian legend, manipulated so that they display Arthur in the worst possible light.

One of the clearest examples of the inversion of traditional Arthurian values occurs in the Life of Cadoc by Llancarfan, c. 1090. Arthur is prevented from fulfilling his lustful desires upon a fleeing maiden by his two companions, Cai and Bedwyr, who remind him that they normally help the needy [...], a comment which is reminiscent of Arthur's rebuke to Cai in Culhwch ac Olwen.

That's why I tend to look askance whenever people treat Arthurian legend like it's a monolith - there's a millennium of literature scattered across the continent, and even those elements you'd take for granted are not always necessarily so.

[mirkwoodshewolf]

Hellfire’s mama fox; Eddie Munson x fem!oc Chap. 3

*Author’s note*

Okay well this is a chapter I’ve had done for maybe a week now but it definitely took me some time to try and write due to work and life getting in the way. So just some domestic fluff here with Eddie and Roxxi and my absolute ZERO knowledge on how getting a tattoo works (I did the research as best I could) but if anyone out there has any tattoos and sees something wrong with this chap. please let me know so that I can go back and fix it.

Anyways no real warnings here except for tattoo needles and the aftermath of getting a tattoo with pain/itchiness. Enjoy my lovelies until next time!!

CHAPTER 3,

Mama Fox and Papa Wolf

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I woke up to feeling kisses going up from my shoulder, to the junction where my neck met my shoulder and up my neck before going back down. I moaned and tried to wave it off only to hear a tired and deep chuckle.

“C’mon sweetheart, I know you hate getting up early on the weekends but you need to.” I groaned.

“This is punishment for getting you to school on time this week, isn’t it?” Eddie chuckled and said.

“As much as I wish I could say that, I’m not that cruel when it comes to you. I called Big Cat and he said he could only fit us in for 10am, and that’s in an hour babe.”

“He lives further down in the park right? We’ve got time.” I pulled the covers back over me and buried my head under the pillow.  I heard Eddie grumble before he said.

“Fine, you leave me no other choice.” Next thing I felt was his body almost completely on top of mine, his arms wrapped around me and his head burying itself into my back.  “I am so comfortable right now. Must be because of this cute mattress I’m on.”

“Get off me!” I cried from my pillow but I knew all he heard was muffled words.

“Whoa what’s this? Does this mattress talk? Oh speak again fair mattress.” He then proceeded to poke and lightly pinch at my sides and hips which tickled like crazy.  I shrieked and bucked my hips as Eddie laughed. “Oh ho-ho-ho-ho. Is this mattress ticklish? I wonder if I tickled here? Or here?” he dug straight into my ribs through the blanket then my knees which made me curl up laughing.

The pillow was soon tossed aside and I found myself tangled up in the bedsheet and couldn’t break free.  Eddie ceased his attack and just started to laugh, I glared at him and said.

“Get me outta here now Munson!”

“Alright Mur-dock.” He teased and enunciated my last name in a deep, teasing tone before helping me get out of the sheets.  It took a couple of minutes but I was finally free then I shoved him down the bed before pouncing on him and retaliated.

Yes Eddie Munson is just as ticklish as I am and I will forever use that information over his head if I need to.

“No. No wait! Babe, mama please don’t! Don’t no! Nononono stohahp!”

“Payback’s a bitch, now so am I.” I mocked him as I dug into his hips which made him buck and nearly toss me off the bed but I held firm until he got the upper hand and had me pinned to the bed.

“I could continue this cycle and punish you. But we’ve only got an hour to get to his trailer.”

“Why do we need to go so early?”

“You think getting a tattoo is just a simple prick of skin like I did these bats? Babe I was lucky to trace these with my mediocre drawing skills. You said you wanted a professional, and Big Cat is the best of the best to do it.”

“Why do they call him that?”

“You’ll find out. Now come on, get up.” He smacked my ass before getting out of bed.  I glared at him playfully for the smack but he only grinned before exiting the bedroom.

After getting dressed and having a quick breakfast he had asked me.

“So where do we want them at?”

“I was thinking I’d get mine done on my right forearm, but underneath it, so like here.” I said tracing around the soft underpart of my right forearm at around the middle.

“Okay so then I’ll get mine here under the left forearm. That way when we place them together,” he placed his left forearm next to mine. “The picture will meet perfectly. Make sure to bring the drawing so he’ll know.” I went and grabbed my journal and then Eddie opened the door before taking my hand and the two of us walked through the trailer park to Big Cat’s place.

It was just like any other trailer, run down and not really anything fancy.  You could hear loud music from inside and I asked.

“Is this why you wanted to leave early?”

“Mostly. Since public tattoo parlors are illegal here in this lovely state of ours, those who can’t take the pain, he drowns them out with music. At least it’s good music and not any pop shit.” I playfully shoved his shoulder as he walked up the steps and gave a secret knock but did it loud enough for at least Big Cat to hear.

We waited for about a minute until the music was turned off and the door cracked open slightly as it was being held by a chain lock.

“Well, well Munson. You’re actually here on time for a morning appointment.”

“I have my moments.” Eddie shrugged.  The door shut as I heard the chain lock coming undone before the door fully opened to reveal Big Cat.

He had some muscle to him but was a tall and lean man, definitely taller than Eddie at about 6ft something, but not basketball crazy I’d say somewhere between 6ft-6ft 2in.  His hair was as black as night and teased to the max almost kinda like Nikki Sixx or Tommy Lee, hell it was even framed around his face like a lion’s mane.

But it was all over his arms that tattoos covered almost every inch of his arms from the shoulders to the wrists, and even his knuckles. All varying in designs, patterns or characters.  And like Eddie he even had some tattoos along his chest that were exposed thanks to his Led Zeppelin tank-top.

“Dude you’re lucky I like you, I don’t do last minute appointments for just anybody.”

“Hey but I appreciate you man.” He and Eddie clasped hands and shook on it.  It was then his attention turned to me and he said.

“Well, well, this the girl?”

“Watch it man, she’s mine.”

“Hey I ain’t trying to weasel my way in. Just wonder what’s a girl like that do to get a loser like you?”

“For your information Eddie is not a loser. Just cause he had to repeat high school three times does not make him an idiot. You have no idea what he’s been through and I’m sick and tired of punk ass fools mocking him for that! If you wanna make fun of someone for repeating school you turn and make fun of me asshole! Cause I’m in the same boat as him. And if you’re gonna keep degrading him as such, we’ll take our business elsewhere, Big Cat.” I sneered his name.

He stared at me blankly until a wide smile spread across his face and his shoulders began to shake until he started laughing boisterously.

“Ahh damn Munson. You got a spitfire with her! I can see why you love her.”

“Told yah she can be feisty.”

“What now?” I asked confused.

“Baby, Big Cat is like that with all his clients, especially me.”

“Yeah. Being the youngest of any client I’ve had, of course I gotta rag on him even more. None of the older dudes get my humor but this motherfucker here.” They once again high fived each other, this time the clap being the loudest I thought I could ever hear from a high five.  “And hey, for that outburst alone, I’ll knock off 10% of the tat. Now come in dudes and make yourselves at home.” He turned back into his trailer.

“But it was real sweet of you to say those things about me sweetheart.” He pecked my cheek before trotting inside leaving me speechless. God this man I swear.  I shook my head before walking inside the trailer. Eddie shut the door behind me and locked it as I saw all around me various tattoo designs.

They all ranged from basic stencil designs to the more artistic and detailed pictures of dragons, wolves, and of course Big Cats mainly lions.  He also did Japanese and Chinese character templates according to some of the pictures he had of some of his clients.

“So dudes, what’ll it be today?” Big Cat said.

“Roxxi here actually has the picture she wants for the two of us.” Eddie said as he turned to me and extended his hand.  I handed him the journal and he flipped over to the page before showing it to Big Cat.

“Ahhh cute. Secretly wanted to do a matching set tattoo, but these stuck-up bats with their church knickers on don’t value the beauty that is a tattoo. So whose getting which and where’s it going?”

“We agreed our opposite under forearms. I want the wolf one on my right and Eddie will take the fox on his left.”

“Good. Cause that puppet master one deserves its own space. I’d kill if anything disrupted that.” He said as he got his tattoo gun and ink ready.

“Agreed. It’s my favorite one.” I said as Big Cat bowed.

“Thank you, thank you. Worked months trying to perfect the picture. Any colors for it or do you want it basic black?”

“You said coloring was extra last time I came around. Just how much extra?” Eddie asked.

“Well Munson, typically I’ll do colors about $50 extra, but like I said, you got the discount thanks to your foxy mama there. But if you don’t want color I won’t force it.” Eddie turned to me and asked.

“What do you think sweetheart? Color or no color.” I sighed and said.

“I don’t wanna pressure you to do color. If it’s too expensive then we don’t—”

“Hey, this is what you want. I’m following your lead on this okay?”

“I’ll tell you what,” we turned to Big Cat as he continued, “How bout this pairing comes for free?”

“No, no, no Big Cat I know what you do when you do that.”

“This ain’t no charity request Munson. And for a normal house call not even you could afford it. But this is for your girl, so this ones on me.” He gave me a wink.  Eddie turned to me and I looked at him.

“What say you babe?” Eddie sighed heavily before saying.

“You swear you won’t go back on this deal?”

“Cross my heart.” He said crossing his heart.  After agreeing, he then said as he held up the tattoo gun, “Now who’s first?”

“I’ll go first.” Eddie volunteered as he took the first seat and held out his left arm and turned it over for Big Cat.  He took a look at the picture and he asked me.

“And do you want it exactly like this?”

“Well as you can see I’m no real artist so if you could maybe make it as detailed as possible.” I answered.

“Can do.” He took out some moisturizer wipes and cleaned off Eddie’s forearm while Eddie pointed out where I had said we should do it.  Big Cat nodded as he tore the page out of my journal and took it over to what looked like an overhead projector and placed a paper over it.  He took a pencil and began to trace over the fox and wolf pictures.

“How long have you been doing this?” I asked him.

“About 12 years now. Dropped out of high school at 16 when I was still living in LA. The only thing that kept me alive was my art. Of course I wasn’t all for the fancy art show shit, until I found a local tattoo parlor. Got an apprenticeship and the rest is history.” Big Cat said as he got the final details done on the paper before placing it over some ink and wet it down.

“You know he actually did some of Nikki Sixx’s and Tommy Lee’s tattoos.” Eddie turned to me.

“Shut up!” I exclaimed.

“Yeah for real. Oh man those dudes were insane. Not to mention completely fucked up but I knew they were gonna be something big. They’d come into the shop almost every other week for new ink.”

“So what brought you here to Hawkins? I mean no offense but there’s nothing out here.”

“Yeah that is true. Unfortunately the tattoo parlor was a victim of one of the many riots we get in LA. My boss Tyler ‘Tyga’ Johnson tried to stop the vandals but the bastards shot him in cold blood. With no future homeowner, the city basically let the parlor rot and so I…..packed up my shit and started moving East. Thought about heading for New York but then my old ride died on me and now here I am.” As he told the story, he pressed the paper down on Eddie’s arm before pressing down on it (much like how you did those fake tattoos they give out in carnivals when you were a kid).

He slowly lifted the paper off his skin after a few minutes to reveal the fox perfectly stenciled onto his skin.  Big Cat prepped his tattoo gun and dipped the needle down in the black ink to trace the picture first and soon I heard the whirring loud hum as he pressed the needle to Eddie’s skin.

He slightly flinched but soon relaxed as Big Cat proceeded to trace along the picture.

“Since this will take a while, why don’t you go into the kitchen and on the cabinet drawer right under the sink is some ibuprofen, take two of those for yourself.” He suggested to me.

“Trust me sweetheart, you’ll want to especially for your first time.” Eddie advised.  I walked over to his kitchen area and opened the drawer until I found it.  I uncapped it, dumbed out two pills before popping them into my mouth and swallowed them.

I walked back over to Eddie and Big Cat and watched as Big Cat continued to trace and fully draw out the fox tattoo.  It took about a full hour and a half, maybe even two hours for him to finally get done with the fox tattoo but it looked so beautiful once it was done.

“Alright Munson, now just hang here for a bit cause I wanna measure out where to line that up with the wolf tattoo.”  Eddie stood up from the chair and helped me into it now while Big Cat restocked and changed the needle in his gun.  

He prepped my arm with the moisturizer wipe before waving Munson over to place our arms together so that way he could line up the pictures together.  Once he had it, he placed the wolf picture over my arm and pressed down on it.

“You nervous?”

“A bit to be honest. Just heard all the horror stories from some people or how they got sick after getting their tattoos done.”

“That’s just cause those assholes are too lazy to swipe out the needle before they do the next person. I may look mean and scary but at least you’ll know that I’ll keep you healthy with a clean and new needle every time.” Just like Eddie after a few minutes he slowly peeled the paper off and I saw the design in purple on my arm.

This is it, this was really happening.  Once that needle gets to my skin, there’s no going back. I felt Eddie’s hand grasp my left one and I turned to him.

“Deep breath sweetheart.” He and I both took a deep breath in before exhaling out.  We did that a few times until I felt the prick of the needle on my skin.  I hissed and tensed up.  “It’ll hurt more if you’re tense babe, try to relax. Just focus on me, okay?” I nodded before taking another deep breath in then exhaled.

“Guess I should’ve brought in my comics so you could read them to me.”

“Well maybe there’s next time.”

“If you want, I’ve got some comics in the back. Now they’re not Avengers or their solo comics. Just Batman, Daredevil and Spiderman.”

“No way. I love the Daredevil and Spiderman.”

“No kidding! Dude I’ve never known a woman to like comics let alone know anything about them!”

“Oh Big Cat, she knows everything about those two street-leveled heroes.” Eddie said as he wrapped his tattoo up in some protective wrap and bandages.

“So which is your favorite? Daredevil or Spiderman?” Big Cat asked me as he kept tracing over the wolf tattoo.

“God they’re both so great, but I guess if I had to choose it’d have to be The man without fear.”

“Hardcore, love that. Yeah Daredevil’s the shit man. I’m hoping for my next tat design to be Daredevil himself. It’s a work in progress but can’t get the damn gargoyle to look how I want it.”

“When you’re done I’d like to see it, if that’s alright.”

“For a fellow DD fan, anything.” Big Cat said with a grin before returning back to focus on the tattoo.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re trying to replace me.” Eddie mocked teasingly.

“Don’t you even go there.”

“No, no I get it. Just because I’m not a comic nerd like you, you go off and find someone else. I see how it is.”

“You big boob you know I love you, and will always educate you on any comic should you desire so.”

“Think I’ll stick to my fantasy genre thank you very much.” I stuck my tongue at him as Big Cat continued on with my tattoo and the two of us talked about our favorite comics and issue numbers.

“Oh hell no! You can’t beat out the double issue of Spiderman 121-122 the Death of Gwen Stacy!” I told him.

“You serious? She had it coming nah dude. If you want a real comic, it’s hands down Batman Detective comic #395. Lots of horror and gothic aspects man. Totally insane read and really fucked up my mind.”

“You sure you also weren’t getting stoned while you were reading it?” I sassed at him.  I heard Eddie let out a snort as he kept in his laugh behind his hand.  Big Cat scowled at me before saying.

“If you weren’t also a Daredevil lover, I’d personally make this hurt a lot worse than it is now.” I stuck up my nose at him letting out a small humpf.

Eventually my tattoo was finally done and after Eddie wrapped it up just like his was, Eddie thanked him and said.

“Thanks for getting us on short notice BC.”

“Don’t worry about it dude, but don’t let it happen again. You’re lucky your girl already had the drawing ready and was in perfect condition for me to trace. And you, tie-die, we’re gonna have another debate about comics should you come by these parts again.”

“I’m counting on it. I’ll have a full speech ready and everything.”

“Uh-oh better watch out Big Cat. Roxxi here practically smoked everyone whenever it came to debates. She could truly pass off as the female Matt Murdock attorney at law.”

“Oh I’m counting on it. Later dudes.”

“See yah.”

“Bye. Thank you.” Eddie and I soon exited Big Cat’s trailer and we headed back to ours for what Eddie called the TLC time to let our arms heal up.

As the day went on, the pain in my arm was starting to increase and on the borders of the bandages I could feel my skin starting to ich. I didn’t know whether to massage or scratch at my arm but just before I could lift my hand to do something about it, Eddie’s hands immediately clasped over mine.

“I know babe. The first tattoo I got drove me fuckin crazy. But you can’t touch it, it’ll get infected or make it hurt worse.”

“Isn’t there anything I could maybe put on it to ease up the itchiness?”

“Not for the first couple of days. Medicine could slip through the bandage and infect the skin or worse screw up the ink. And trust me when I say you do not wanna mess up a perfect piece of art created by Big Cat. The last man to do that, was never seen again.” He said the last part in a haunting manner that he’ll sometimes do as the DM.

“You’re making that up.” I said shoving him playfully.

“Okay that part was a lie, but I wasn’t joking about messing up Big Cat’s artwork. I mean I love the guy but damn he is a monster when it comes to people screwing up his art.”

“Reminds me of someone else I know.” I muttered.

“What was that?” he asked.

“You heard me babe. You are the exact same way when you’re in the zone with your campaigns. Especially the one you’re planning for next year after the winter break. ‘The Cult of Vecna’.”

“It’s a multitude, complex campaign full of twists and turns that I won’t even let you in on.” I rolled my eyes.

“And you’ve just proven my point.”

“Oh that’s it c’mere you!” he pulled me in close and blew a raspberry into the ticklish spot on the side of my neck which made me let out a shriek as I tried to pull away from him.  “I would have you handcuffed to this bed and tickle torture you until you apologized for what you said. But I’m refraining because you’ve got a boo-boo arm.”

“A what?” I laughed.

“You heard me.” He gently took my right arm and brought it up to his lips where I felt him gingerly kiss just a few inches away from the wrapped bandage.  “But I gotta say sweetheart, you were really brave today. Your first tattoo and you didn’t even scream once. I’ve seen like bodybuilders scream like babies whenever they get a tattie from Big Cat.”

“I mean it did hurt like hell, at least for the first half hour he did the basic outline. It also helps that I’ve had worse pain than this.” I looked up at Eddie who looked at me solemnly.  He tucked a strand of my tri-colored hair out from my eyes before he kissed the crown of my head.

“Hey just think though,” he raised my right arm before lifting up his left arm and placing it as close to mine as possible.  “In a few days, we’ll take these bandages off and our matching tats will be in full display. Letting everyone in the world know that I am yours and you are mine.”

“My Papa Wolf.”

“My Mama Fox.” We turned to look into each other’s eyes.

I swear the first thing that attracted me to Eddie all those years ago were his big, brown soulful eyes.  It was like looking into the personified form of safety.  Eddie’s eyes always held such comfort and warmth which reflected his accepting personality.  Back in the day when the stress of being Hawkin’s ‘Aerial Queen’ got too much for me, it was Eddie’s soft, brown eyes that always grounded me and gave me love and safety.

He was the only one who saw pass the whole façade that I was forced to live by and allowed me to be myself around him.  I could be vulnerable and not feel ashamed about it. While he wouldn’t patronize or underplay how I was feeling, he’d provide a shoulder to cry on, a warm embrace, and words of affirmation.

Eddie Munson is and will always be my soulmate.

I buried my face into his neck as I played with the ends of his hair while he wrapped his right arm around me bringing me closer to him as I felt him kiss my forehead and snuggle in close to me.

EDDIE AND ROXXI’S TATTOO *IMAGE IS NOT MINE. ALL RIGHTS BELONG TO THE CREATOR*

[firsttarotreader]

but he thinks he’s the shit and he can always fix everything, but never does. //

Damn Pedgie I can relate 😭😭😭 I wanna ask the cards again if you can, but... first, I'm going to ask your own take, Tarot Mami🥰 or other anons too

Would he be possibly get out from these situations? Maybe by meeting someone who can understand his "lack of definition", or maybe from other ... methods as well - I saw people saying that he's a red flag who needs therapy. Telling by experience it's so hard to break the cycle and the pattern repeats, and because we're like, "oh i need to fix them and i can!" then enduring our pain though the person would continuously burn us out.

Btw this probably means nothing - but astrology anons might help🤣 I'm a Libra sun & Sag moon and somehow I think the anon who says Pedro not fitting into Capri moon but Sag moon instead is true. I dont mean to project but I see his (damaging) traits in my own self lmaooo

Hello! Well, I asked the cards about it, but you also asked my take on it. I think it’s really hard to break the cycle (being attracted to unavailable people and people he knows are going to hurt him or situations that won’t last) if you don’t know why you are repeating it, and you cannot figure that out easily since most of the reasons are in the unconscious mind.

Anyway, I first asked directly if he could possibly get out of the cycle and the Major Arcana were The Hanged Man, Strength and The Sun.

Well, at the moment our man seems to be in suspension with The Hanged Man. He’s hesitant, he doesn’t want to deep dive because he’s insecure, so he’s just… there, not really making any moves in any direction. Strength has been a common card in his readings lately, that need to master his raw emotions and stay in control of the situation, while The Sun shows him being aware of it all, pretty much conscious of the way he tends to be attracted to unavailable people and kind of making the decision to stay this way because he is “satisfied” with it. He’s been holding back on doing anything different because he just doesn’t want to and this is clear to him.

The Minor Arcana were the Ace of Cups, 7 of Cups and Page of Wands. Ace of Cups with The Hanged Man is interesting because the Ace represents letting the feelings flow, then seeing things from a new perspective, making a move and allowing love to happen in a different way. 7 of Cups paired with Strength makes me think he’s trying to control and limit his possibilities, and it could also point to idealizing and fantasizing too much about what relationships should be like, as if he uses all this idealizing to stay in control. Page of Wands with The Sun in this context might mean he’s this boy who wants to explore new things and try new things and who’s full of fire energy to experiment. However, I think he would also have to use this energy for beginnings as the driving force to experiment new ways of connecting with people romantically and sexually, different types of people and in different situations. You can try new things or you can try the same thing many times, just with new people.

So I would say he’s not really ready at the moment to try and get out of these situations, he would have to be open to a new and different attraction, but he’s suspended, he’s not there yet.

Then I asked my Alice in Wonderland deck for more info and the cards were really similar. The first ones were The Chariot, Ace of Teacups and The Emperor.

The Chariot is that movement he would need to get out of The Hanged Man position, he would have to be open to a new path and actively follow it, to the Ace of Teacups, letting the feelings flow in a new way. BUT there he is again, The Emperor, he’ll do what he wants when he wants because he is in control, he will make his own decisions and he will know when to.

The last pull was The Star, 7 of Teacups and 10 of Spears. The Star is the card of hope and optimism, being able to actually think it’s worth it doing something different and be open to the 7 of Teacups, the many possibilities. But for that, it would be necessary to leave his old ways behind with the 10 of Spears.

So as you can see, it’s still up to him and still a matter of being open to the new and different. As we always say, though, he doesn’t need to be, only if he wants to.

[actualbird]

merry xmas eve kuya zak!!!! sorry in advance if this is filled wiht typos i had my very first bottles of soju and san mig light tonight haha.

hope ur noche buena was fun <33 hope this year was good to u and i hope the next year is gonna b good to both of us

also if ur willing to divulge what was it first drinking experience like??? what did u drink and with whom and what did u feel the day after etc etc idk now that im tipsy i wan know how othe rpeople experience it

neway thank u for being here in general ur blog and ur fics brought me so much joy and im glad u made every wip and published fuc and every analysis and every silly and not so silly but sad headcanons

lotsa love !!!!

that one marikenyo In Ur Inbox All The Time

wahhh merry christmas, inbox-marikenyo :DDD!!! i saw this ask on christmas eve but during then i too was also drunk off a few cocktails and promptly passed out a little bit later orz

i had a great noche buena!! i kept falling into a food coma because i kept eating so much, as the lord intended <3 JHVSKJHFVSD. i hope you also had a great christmas eve and are having a lovely christmas day today ^w^

and as for ur q, my first Real drinking experience was at a party i went to on my last year of college actually in 2020 right before the pandemic hit omg, kinda "late" by some people's standards. i say Real drinking experience, cuz prior to that party i did drink sometimes, but never enough to get drunk!

at that party though, i was with my girlfriend and it was the party of her college org and i was continually handed drinks. i Definitely Got Drunk.

what did i drink? no idea. a mutual friend of my gf and i was mixing the drinks and i never ask whats in stuff, i just drink whatever tastes sweet enough or is drowned in enough soda that i can stomach the bitterness of whatever alcohol content is within.

how was i when i was drunk? the same way i am when i get drunk nowadays: absolute disaster jahsfvasfhasvkfjh. i tend to get loud and lose all my filter when im drunk. also clingy. two things i remember clearly at that party are

1 ) my girlfriend went to the bathroom and i sat on the floor texting another friend about how i missed my girlfriend So Much and i love her So Much. later, when my gf had to leave early before me, i loudly announced "IM GOING HOME, MY GIRLFRIEND IS GONE SO I DONT WANNA BE HERE ANYMORE"

2 ) i was talking to the mutual friend who was mixing the drinks and he was talking about how he plays billiards. i remembered how billiards gloves looked like (it's like a normal glove but two fingers are out in the open) and i said something along the lines of "oh my god so you wear the WHORE GLOVES. why are billiards gloves so fucking SLUTTY"

thats pretty much how i am when im drunk up to this day ajhfvajshf but i seldom drink enough to get to That point, basically only at parties since like, im not the one paying for the drinks LMAO. when i drink lots, i get drunk. but when i drink little, i just get sleepy.

and when i drink enough to get drunk, the next morning always has me regretting Every Decision Ive Ever Made because i always...always....forget to drink water the night before....people around me try their Best to hydrate me while im drinking, but i get stubborn and forgetful and when im handed water i just put it down instinctively and look for something sweeter and usually with alcohol in it and im caught in a vicious cycle that ends with a fuckoff terrible hangover

but it's nothing a soft boiled egg breakfast cant fix HAHA

hope that answered ur q :DDD!! and thank you for the well wishes and the kind words ;v; im really glad that the stuff i make here can bring joy, and i really hope i can make more things in the future

sending u all the love too, inbox marikenyo!!!

[australiablog]

30/6

My alarm was at 6 today. I had everything ready so after brushing my teeth I went downstairs and checked out. I did arrange for when I come back here, to have an all female dorm. The bus to pick me up was right on time. It’s a small group of only 7 people including me. With two other female solo travellers, two best friends and a father and son. The first stop was a boat ride, on the drive Tom (the tour guide) stressed about wearing seatbelts and not half an hour as he said it. He had to make an emergency stop because 2 wallabies ran in front of the bus. He didn’t hit them but it was a close thing. While we were waiting for the boat to return we all introduced ourselves. The boat ride was very pretty, we saw a few crocodiles and tons of birds. Especially kookaburra. It is really pretty up here, and the little breeze on the boat helped a lot. It’s the “cold” season, not sure why aussies think 34 is cold but hey ho. On our way to the next place, we stopped at a place where they have a very big crocodile named Bruce in captivity. Bruce was a menace and ate too much. So much so that it put a dent in the ecosystem. Then there was a cycloon, and a person was fixing the fence that Bruce couldn’t get out when the water rose, that damned crocodile snapped at the guy. So he swung his chainsaw and somehow, someway. The crocodile ate it!!

The ride continued to Jabiru. At the entryway of Kakadu National Park we stopped to take pictures and to have a toilet break.

In the Northern Territory it’s now cold season, so that means that wet season has come to an end, and all the flood plains are now drying up. The more higher parts are already bone dry and some catch fire. There are still lots of aboriginals here and they still maintain the old ways of strategic fire so only the bottoms bushes burn, the higher trees and canopy stay unharmed. And they do parts of this in a cycle of around 5 years, so while driving you could see the difference in stages of where the forest was. We could see a smoke plume from quite a distance, some of the grass next to the road was aflame. It was pretty awesome to see it from this close. We did a visit to the visitor center in jabiru, I really love to see all the preserved art and ways of life they still have. Our camp for the next two days is pretty much next to it, today is a chill day so after we had lunch everyone went for a swim in the pool. It was so great to cool down for a bit! We are going to watch a sunset on top of a rock formation where they filmed a part of crocodile Dundee. On the way to the top of the rock there were some amazing rock art that was so well preserved.

The way up was pretty slow, but i wasn’t that mad about it since my stamina is definitely under par… The sunset itself was magnificent. It was truly beautiful. At moments like these you just stop and stare at how beautiful nature really is. The way down was just as slow as going up. But that was more because everyone needed the same path down and it held everyone up. It was only 6:30 so the sun sets pretty early here but it felt like it was the middle of the night. It was only a 40km ride back to camp, but oh Lordy did I had to fight to stay awake. My jet lag is not that bad at all, but once I stop and sit down it’s like getting a whack from a hammer. We had pasta with buffel meat as dinner and it was amazing. Even though I’m not that hungry over here I still ate plenty. The group was gonna do a card game after dinner but I opted for a shower. It’s so warm and humid here I feel sticky after a full day. My plan was to join the others after my shower, but to my surprise by the time I got back everyone had gone to bed. Seems like my normal 21:30 bed time is continuing in Australia. I’m sleeping in a swag these two days so I “made my bed” so to speak. Once I was in the swag I was actually really surprised how comfortable it is. These are permanent swags, so they have a fly net with a zipper at about 30cm/1ft of your face with a sort of tent you can also close on top of that in case it rains. I was a bit claustrophobic in the beginning, but the view of the stars was worth every slightly uncomfortable feeling. You can see the stars so clearly here, and so many. It’s unbelievable. I had to remind myself to I go to sleep and not stare at the stars all night. When I was nodding of I could even hear dingos in the background. I don’t even think I have enough words to describe of amazing this is. Once in a lifetime experience!

[majorxmaggiexboy]

The Terror Shipping Nonsensical Babbling - Jopson edition

first of all full disclosure while i am happy to ship this cat with anyone and everyone in this show (except, y’know) Jopson is my designated character per media i get to claim for the aroaces so technically in my world it’s canon that he’s just married to being the best steward on the planet like someone back home will be like “So have you ever thought of marriage?” and he’ll be like “No i’m good” “But Don’t You Want A Wife?” “Nah” “A Lover???” “Wouldn’t have time” “what” *rolls out to-do list* “Okay first of all you need Jesus but second of all-” 

BUT HYPOTHETICALLY 

there’s exactly one of two ways a Jopship could go

1. This is a guy who needs a PROJECT okay this man is a mama duck in the body of a cursed victorian 20-something if he isn’t actively caring for and nurturing something 24/7 he fades into the ether like if he doesn’t have an object of ceaseless loyalty and devotion you HAVE to give him like, an egg or something to take care of until that situation is rectified. Which means ideal candidates will be the poor little meow meows of life the pathetic soggy waffles of men (if women were an option in The Terror he’d go for like, an ex-maid turned weird victorian vigilante she totally killed her last three bosses and probably lives in a trashcan he would love her) okay he needs somebody he can take care of and hype up and enable i mean

2. ALTERNATIVELY and he would HATE this option initially he should be with someone who will be like “Wow, damn, he does everything. I better step it UP” and pulls an uno reverse on him and shows the same level of care and dedication and he’s like “wtf is THIS? NO??? That’s my job!” if he isn’t furious and wriggling like the cat in the pepe le pew cartoons they’re not doing it right. Unfortunately Jopson is tall so ideal candidates for this scenario are absolutely lacking but even shorties can make it work if they’re determined. Get somebody who will either out-soft him by sheer goodness of nature or who will run on spite and red bull and take it as a personal challenge to be as gentle and loving as possible and create a continual cycle of one-upping each other like that

THE CANDIDATES THEN

Luckily for us almost the entire cast of The Terror falls into one or the other of those two categories. So does Catwoman. So,

1. Catwoman - I was joking at first but actually i can see it. It could work. 19th Century Catwoman would be a weirdly ideal candidate. I hate myself

2. I won’t lie the Jopzier shippers know a category 1 when they see it. It ain’t my favorite but i also can’t argue with them

3. Lieutenant Nedward Little is unique in that he fits both categories like, on the one hand we’d get Jopson going “Oh my god I have to fix him,,,,” and trying to kind of lowkey hype him up, especially to Crozier, being like “that’s an interesting point lieutenant the captain would like to hear that he’s actually v fond of u u know” and Little would be like, you know, in tears by this point going “man i gotta step the hell up and be a damn good man” and then he wouldn’t but it’d be a solid effort and Jopson would appreciate it except for the times when Little’s on him to take a break or smthn. They definitely argue a lot but they’re a pretty cute option.

4. Lieutenant Irving is actually also a fit for both categories so Lieutenant Nedward once again knows the sting of not being special, that’s awful. Anyway, Irving is a flaming dumpster fire of a gay man, it’s downright tragic, Jopson would feel compelled to intervene. He’d sit through so many crisis of religion conversations and be so nice about it while also fully calling Irving out on his stupidass opinion so after a certain point Irving would actually be working on himself and would be like “wow I should do something nice” and would do a hard swerve in the opposite direction so he goes from Gay And Angry About It to like, Aggressively Bumbling Yet Well-Meaning Boyfriend like after a certain point Jopson would legitimately have to be like “please let me do what’s left of my job it’s all i have, also we have to improve your sewing” it’s a potentially cute option, they get into little tiffs too but at the end of the day they’re also in fact having an ongoing competition as to who can be the sweetest softest most gentle yet semi-feral bf

5. Henry FOSTER Collins oh my god it’s another category 12 HE STARTS OUT as a 1 like Jopson’s like “This man is on DRUGS?????” and drags him to Dr. Goodsir which starts a chain of events that saves all their lives but hear me out hear me out Collins is reminded that life is worth living and Collins is able to return to being the absolute soft semi-feral teddybear we all know and love he’s like “i will take care of you i will somehow bring flowers i will cuddle for warmth you don’t even have to ask i will build us a goddamn house i will punch tuunbaq in the face if it even looks at you what do you need what can i do for you” and Jopson is probably like “that’s very sweet but nO ACTUALLY” so he’s doing everything in his power to take care of Collins and make him feel loved but Collins is doing everything in his power to take care of Jopson and they’re both kind of stressed out but Collins is hug-shaped, and that is important. Jopson needs a hug that cracks his spine like a glow-stick it’d be so good for him, Collins is the man for the job. Collins also has rly big coat which is super important for purposes i’m sure you can discern

6. DOCTOR GOODSIR CATEGORY 2 codifier. Do y’all understand that if Goodsir falls in love with you you’re set for life? Like you literally never have to worry about anything ever again, that bear could be looking you dead in the eyes going “you’re next” and you’ll still die feeling safe and warm in the knowledge that Goodsir loves you SO GENTLY ngl Jopson would be horrified. He’d probably go through a bluescreen moment of just, “what is happening” just, straight up sheer confusion but eventually he’d be like “Oh. Alright” and would immediately make it his mission in life to be such a ray of sunshine that Goodsir would be like “I thought it was starting to be horrible here but Actually,,,” also it would be cute bc Goodsir would be like “You’re probably fluent in Inuktitut by now, you eavesdropped so much” cue playful argument over whether being in the room to serve tea and happening to be highly observant counts as eavesdropping

7. Ngl i don’t really see it aside from potentially bonding over a mutual appreciation for propriety and shampoo but on the other hand it’s the contrast between the man who will do amazing things to be seen and the one who’s willfully invisible but desperate to be seen by just one person it’s the fact that if Jopson ever caught on that Fitzjames is a Category 1 it’d be like “I Can Fix Him” senses ACTIVATE here comes Validation here comes Unconditional Love here comes Devotion Like You Never Seen Before those piercing slightly cursed knowing victorian eyes are locked on, man, Fitz would be shaking in his boots like Holy Shit and then Fitz would go Category 2 so fast the world would start spinning the other direction

8. Silna stop blocking me they would not get romantically involved per-say but at the end of all things Jop could be a suitable roaming the wild companion for her bc on the one hand he’s respectfully distant on the other hand he literally has to be ride or die in order to live, kind of like a shark if he stops he’ll die so he would absolutely give it 100% into helping her out however possible and she’d be like “If I Have To Be Stuck With A Haunted White Boy Who Isn’t That Doctor I Suppose This One Will Do. They’re not bf/gf, they are Partners. Silna would also clock Jopson as no less than 10% Unhinged and be like “Oh. Okay.” and occasionally side-eye him like *nods to herself* “Ghosts* and not elaborate

9. Hartnell - they would date for like one week bc Hartnell is a category 2 who’s just getting his Bi wings. They’re mutually v soft and adorable but after a certain point they’re both like “Oh okay turns out we’re actually just rly close friends” and it’s like the most peaceful breakup in the history of breakups

10. im including Hickey just to make the note that he is a 1 but even Jopson isn’t that good. He can’t fix that. No one can. It doesn’t even occur to Hickey to look at Jopson and go “I could make him worse” until it’s too late. A REAL contender would’ve figured out Jopson’s slightly insane well before the tent scene. If Hickey can’t figure it out before “I’ve shot smaller hawks than you” he can’t make Jopson worse, he wouldn’t even know where to start. Instead i’m proposing that they’re like, exes who never dated. They were never attracted to each other but Jopson went “I’ve shot smaller hawks than you” and Hickey went *EYES EMOJI* they have a beautiful arc of “strangers-to-can’t-be-in-the-same-room-without-trying-to-skin-each-other” 

11. i’m serious about 19th-century catwoman tho

[totallynotapumpkindonut]

Dear Podficcer Letter 2022

Things l Love: Enemies to Lovers. Soulmate AUs. Trans characters. Asexuality and Demisexuality. Characters figuring out gender and sexuality stuff or just casually being queer. Mythology and Fairytale based AUs. Getting Together Fics. Fics in which people become friends. Found Family. Truth Serum. Humor. BDSM. Fix-it Fics. Modern AUs. OT3s and Polycules. Female Characters. f/f, m/f, m/m. Love a good “What if they were lesbians?” fic. Cis Swap/Gender Swap. Whatever it’s being called these days. 

I Don’t Like: HIGH SCHOOL AUS. Inscet. Permanent character death. Infidelity. OOC behavior can really bug me if it’s in a “this character is a nerd! why are you making him smooth! who is this???” situation. Let the dorks be dorks pls. Degrading talk/name-calling during sex. Piss kink. The egg laying kink thing that’s been gaining traction recently. I don’t know if it has a proper name, but every time I gave it a chance all I could think was “this seems like an unsustainable asexual reproduction. What are the biological implications of a species that does that?”  Age-play. 

Scum Villain Self Saving System: I’m here for the messy nature of this. This is where some peak weirdo4weirdo freak4freak stuff happens and it’s delightfully chaotic. Any combination of Shen Yuan, Luo Binghe, Mobei-Jun, Shang Qinghua is fun. I love the canon dynamics and I’m feel like there’s some real potential for fun rarepair shipping in there (gen fic is good too!). The dichotomy between being competent at their jobs and so incompetent/pathetic in their love lives is top tier (I’m obsessed with way Luo Binghe can scheme and be clever by faking tears and being a brat). Identity reveal AUs are great. I love things that make me laugh or go “oh shit these people have some Problems that years of therapy might not fix.”  

I also love Shen Jiu, but more in a gen fic way then any particular ship. Pls no fluff with Yue Qingyuan. That is an angst only pairing or a slow burn so slow that no one would want to podfic it for ITPE. Rarepairs with him are fine to be fluffy though. The man is just a complex ball of hurt and I want to comfort him while shaking him by the shoulders for continuing the cycle of abuse. 

The Untamed/MDZS: I’ve been leaning away from Lan Wanji/Wei Wuxian lately, due to the hundreds of fics for them I’ve read. However, if you have a good “they’re both girls” AU or one with Wei Wuxian very deep into his compulsory heterosexuality... Well... I’m weak to those. Platonic Lan Qiren & Wei Wuxian. Lan Jingyi or Jin Ling focused. Pairings amongst the older siblings are fun. Definitely more lighthearted for this fandom. 

Tian Guan Ci Fu. I’m not actually finished reading this, so if you go there I ask you tip toe around spoilers (tbh i have spoiled some stuff for myself due to looking up fanfiction before. But I still don’t know exactly how all the big reveals happen). Just AUs for that fandom, to let me keep some of the mystery pls lol. Hua Cheng/Xie Lian. 

The Penumbra Podcast: I rarely go to fic in this fandom, because I just love the original so much. I guess I read a lot of fix-its in other fandoms and I don’t have that urge here. However, I’ve been having Some Feels about Rita and Jet and the Second Citadel OT3 (Damien/Rilla/Arum). Gen fic for this fandom would be lovely. 

Haikyuu: Iwaizumi/Oikawa, Akaashi/Kenma, Kenma/Kuroo, Asahi/Nishinoya, Akaashi/Bokuto, Bokuto/Kenma, Bokuto/Kuroo, Iwaizumi or/and Oikawa with Ushijima. OT3s and Polycues are welcome. I’m just not listing them because there’s so many out there. 

Captive Prince: Less emphasis on romance and more emphasis on Laurent being snarky. Anything with him being or becoming friends with someone. 

Past Fandoms That I’m Not Active In But Like: Snow White with the Red Hair, Star Wars, Yuri on Ice, Avatar the Last Airbender, Fullmetal Alchemist,  

[cursedcola]

Can I request an imagine of the dorm leaders chap 1-4 going to therapy after their overblot? How would they react to it and what problems would they work through? Someone help these boys :’)

Prompt: Dorm leaders go to therapy post-overblot Characters: Riddle Rosehearts, Leona Kingscholar, Azul Ahsengrotto, and Kalim Al' Asim (ft. Special Guest) Warnings: Mentioning of emotional distress and disorders DISLCAIMER: This is not serious what-so-ever. This prompt will be taken in a light-hearted context for simple headcannons. I do not claim to have any professional knowledge of anything within this post.

Premise:

Dire Crowley does not want the reputation of NRC to fall because of a few "mishaps," popping up as of late. Rather than hiring a professional School Psychologist, he decides to call upon a ghost therapist to haunt one of the back rooms in Ramshackle Hall. Any student involved in recent, "mishaps," are "encouraged," to go seek counseling.

Oh, no. Not you MC. You're fine just as you are. Please tend to the "guests," in your home when they are on the premises. Since NRC's therapist is a ghost, they will need an assistant with posable thumbs to do the heavy lifting. Remember that you are staying in Ramshackle FOR FREE at the KIND GRACE of your beloved headmaster, yes?

One other thing. Be sure to share all the gossip with NRC staff when you're through. Have Fun ~

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Riddle Rosehearts

Mommy Issues

Man has identity issues like no other. He's pulling traits from textbook definitions and does not think for himself

He goes into therapy thinking that he knows exactly what answers to give. Definitely the one to think that he is out-smarting all the "mind games" being thrown his way

He goes because it's "recommended," but is peeved that its a ghost. NRC is that cheap, really?

Gets told to go to anger management. Becomes angry at the suggestion. Cycle continues.

In all seriousness though, he definetly benefits from having an impartial person to talk with. "Dead Men Tell No Tales," like who is the ghost going to gossip to? They're bound to the dorm?

Nevermind assistant MC pssshh they're totally not listening in

More than being upset at his overblot, Riddle is thankful for it. It threw him on his ass for a wake-up call, and is now working towards becoming his own person

Kind of funny how his mother acted all superior in her child-rearing, when she completely ignored his mental state. Yeah. He isn't moving back in after graduation.

Leona Kingscholar

He has to be physically forced into therapy. I.E Crowley makes you trick him

He did not trust you much before, but now? Run. Lock the door. Take his magestone and DO NOT let him out of that room

Best listen through the door on this one because he can and will kill you

Anyways. Inferiority complex, anxiety, emotional neglect, stress - plenty to unpack for this one. It's a good thing that the therapist is a ghost, because Leona would have harasses the door key from them somehow

Funny enough, he talks plenty when mad. All the therapist has to do is edge him on and he's raving up a storm.

I don't need stupid therapy...this is all his fault... overblot? Someone say anythin'? why should I care then? Not like I have anything to be ashamed about

Very open-book, just in-directly

In all honesty? Leona's likely not going to get much out of the session. He'll be more willing to come back if it's mandatory since he has a feel for what it's like. I think he has a good sense of what's hurting him after his overblot, and it's not something a third party can fix. He needs to duke it out with his brother back at home.

Azul Ashengrotto

If you thought Riddle was bad, then Azul's cockiness is horrifying. He is seriously trying to act like he can outsmart a therapist with a lifetime of experience. All because he read a few Psychology 101 books.

He was told about the requirement the night prior to his appointment. Why? So he couldn't try to make a contract with the therapist. Also so he couldn't do any research.

Oh yeah. He tries that. The contract thing. It's not even five minutes into the session and he's attempting to swindle the secrets of other patients. After all, the ghost is dead, so private policy who???

Fails

It is actually painful to hear him conjure up a fake life-story. Did he think that Crowley sent the ghost in blind? He did. You filled them in. Azul really needs to take this seriously.

Which is why he is told to come back. Twice a week. Oh, you have a restaurant to run? You want to be expelled? Better show up.

He is the hardest nut to crack and the anxiety this boy holds is so intense-

Ghost therapist makes you go buy a heating pad. He's always got such tense shoulders

Overall, he benefits from the therapy. Ghost therapist has him doing self-affirmations and journaling every day.

They also work on his relationship with food. It's good that he wants to be healthy, but on terms of self-image there is a lot to be done. Azul needs to learn that enemies die quicker when you have thicccc thighs (tentacles) to demolish them with.

^ can be taken in many ways. It's up to you if MC decides to add on their own little affirmation hehe

Kalim Al' Asim

Couple's therapy

The session is more for Jamil, but Kalim has his place. Ghost Therapist is honestly shocked at how well Kalim has reacted to recent events

In short, identity issues again. There are sessions dedicated to Jamil, some for Kalim, and others where Ghost Therapist leads a conversation between the two

Well, for as long as Kalim sits still. He's listening, but gets side tracked so many times.

Jamil and Kalim definitely argue about MC being there. Jamil wants you out, and Kalim is all "do you just...not remember what you put them through? Not cool,"

On that day it was therapy for three

I want to believe that Ghost Therapist touches on Kalim's choice of only eating Jamil's food. Yes, he trust Jamil but that is a lot of pressure on one person. Youa re expecting them to make all of your food, being entirely dependent, etc

As for Jamil, they definitely go into his feelings towards his lineage. Jamil knows who he is, but he can't be that person with those familial blockades.

Yup. Couple's therapy. Hands down.

These two are the most compliant. It took some convincing, but the overblot incident has put strong tensions on both students' relationship with the school. They are not stupid. If it's mandatory then it is mandatory.