#They’re friends and I appreciate their relationship the same as I enjoy the rest of the group and their interpersonal connections

[wonysugar]

close the door | hanni pham

synopsis : you had no idea what you were doing, and neither did she.

genre : fluffy smut!

pairing : non-idol!hanni x gf!femreader

tags : they’re in love your honor, lots of kissing and making out, cuddling, l-bombs, top!femreader, bottom!hanni, they’re both virgins, fingering, clit play, nipple play, neck kissing, hanni’s dogs are mentioned twice lawl, lots of comfort, lots of consent! they’re literally just lovey dovey girlfriends having sex for the first time aheheh

warnings : none :]

word count : 2.5k

a/n : if you’re rereading this and thinking “hey the synopsis changed and there wasn’t an author’s note before!!” well you’d be right I POSTED THIS IN A RUSH I’M SO SORRYYFKEJF

anyways!! this is just to say that this fic is inspired by the lovely writer that is sorry for tagging you twice ahh @facefullofsadness’s fic right over here :] sooo GO READ THAT FIRST! it’s truly lovely and i really enjoyed reading it, hence why i wrote thisskfke. thank you for readingg<33

oh how you loved your girlfriend.

you would die for your girlfriend, actually, even if you only started dating barely a few months ago. who could blame you? that’s what happens when you’ve been best friends prior to your relationship for so, so, so long. it simply started with a ‘hi! my name’s hanni! what’s yours?’ from her part at the innocent age of seven and just like that, years later, you guys were still inseparable. 

so really, your life-long friendship and months-long relationship were both with the same gorgeous and outgoing girl, and the only thing distinguishing those two was the label you used to describe them.

“bro i genuinely don’t understand why he doesn’t just… run away. cause— get this, there’s obviously a murderer in his house right? and what does he decide to do about that? just stay in there. like, okay.. like i’m aware they needed plot but lord, i don’t know at least make it somewhat realistic you know what i mean—“ was what your girlfriend said, on her bed as she sat down in between your legs and leaned her back against you, her head facing forward and resting on your shoulder.

you simply nodded along to her words as you played with her hair, trying your hardest to stay focused on the piece of media before you whilst also paying your utmost attention to her, despite her constant ranting and criticizing of the entire movie. you, having originally liked the film, were now conflicted about your opinion on it. it’s not like she was wrong, her very heavy criticism had to have come from somewhere, after all, but you couldn’t help but slightly appreciate the storyline. so, you weren’t really sure what you felt about it anymore.

one thing you were certain of, however, 

was that your girlfriend looked really good while passionately rambling. like, way too good. she had tied her dark hair into a high ponytail, it also looked wavy due to the rain that was pouring on you guys earlier, her messy bangs fell perfectly onto her forehead. and her smile? it always looked perfect. she always looked perfect. 

and since you apparently weren’t hiding your admiration well enough, she very quickly noticed it.

she giggled teasingly. her voice sweet like honey, her australian accent more prominent than usual, she spoke up, “hello?” before full-on laughing, “were you even listening to me?”

you could only kiss her, that seemed like the only appropriate response in the heat of the moment. she, of course, kissed back just as lovingly before pulling away moments after, a curious and confused look on her face. 

“no seriously, what is up with you?” she kept teasing, smiling stupidly as she kept her gaze lingering on yours for the following seconds, her eyes unconsciously drifting to your lips. “you look stupid.”

“and you look really pretty.” was what you whispered back to her, earning a shy smile and an exaggerated eye roll from her. immediately, you made your lips come into contact with hers again. it felt as if the world would stop spinning if you didn’t, like a slowly growing urge to keep touching her suddenly came over you and you needed to fill it.

“so.. so pretty.” you mumbled, so quietly that it was almost to yourself, before going back in. you allowed yourself to make the kiss deeper and slid her tongue across her soft lips as you demanded entrance. you could hear her let out slight noises, she clearly was not expecting you to do anything of the sorts, at least not right now. she was a tad bit confused, but let you in, who in their right mind would pass up the opportunity to kiss their girlfriend? immediately, your hands wrapped around her waist whilst you continued kissing her lovingly, your tongue roaming every part of her mouth.

it didn’t take long before your hands started naturally reaching under her top, caressing on her tummy and progressively going higher with each sound she let out.

you pulled away, slightly worried of going too far, “c-can.. can i continue, hanni?”

you were scared, terrified, even! despite knowing each other for years, you’d only been dating for a few months; those are two completely different things! it’s not like you see your completely platonic best friend’s naked body every tuesday. even then, despite dating, you still haven’t gotten that stage of the relationship. and on top of that,

the two of you were a proper pair of virgins. you had no idea what you were doing, and neither did she. you didn’t want to seem like an inexperienced loser to her, you wanted to take care of her and make her feel good. what if that didn’t happen? what if you made it awkward between the two of you?? it was nerve-racking.

as if barging into your mind and reading your thoughts, wanting to reassure you, she grabbed your hand in a gentle manner before nodding. then, she spoke up, “can you close the door?”

“there’s.. nobody home, though?”

she giggled, “oh i know, it’s just that i don’t want the dogs to potentially walk in on this.”

you groaned dramatically, laughing and insisting that you were too lazy to get up and that her dogs wouldn’t understand the situation if they even walked in. she, in response, just tapped your knee with a cheeky smile, encouraging you to stand up.

“come on y/n, close the door. think about milly and mia; think about their innocence!” she exaggerated.

after playfully hitting her arm and laughing along with her, you got up, proceeded to close and lock the door like she asked you to and eventually walked back to her bed, sitting back on it and positioning yourself the way you originally were, her back to you again. 

“happy?” you asked in a fake arrogant tone.

she hummed, radiant, “yes, very happy.” before turning her head just right and kissing you again.

eventually back to the original rhythm of the kiss, you placed your hands back on her stomach again, slowly caressing and teasing higher and higher with time. once you reached her bra, you proceeded to impatiently unhook it, immediately taking it off of her.

her breathing got heavier with each second that passed, partially due to nervousness, probably. you’d be lying if you said that wasn’t the case for you too. the more your hands carefully roamed her body, the more self-conscious you got, you truly had no idea what you were doing. 

then, as if something in your mind clicked, you had an idea. what if you just did to her whatever you enjoyed doing to yourself in moments like these? that could work.. right? maybe??

you glided your hand upwards, your finger lightly grazing her nipple. in response to the sudden movement, a lewd sound accidentally escaped from her pretty lips, her breath hitching. that sound was a small moan.

a small one, barely audible, yet it was still enough for you to feel the activation of every single neuron residing in your brain.

then suddenly, it’s like the concept of making love to her wasn’t as nerve-racking as it originally was.

“s-sorry..” she apologized, seeming slightly embarrassed.

you kissed her cheek, reassuring her, “don’t apologize, i wanna hear you.”

despite it being an accident, she seemed to enjoy the sensation of your hand on her chest, so you went back to teasing her tits and gently groping them before you eventually asked, “is it okay if i go further..?”

nodding in a keen manner, she swallowed her saliva, then breathed out her response, “yes. yes keep— keep going. please.”

well shit! even if you wanted to stop, it’s not like you could, not with how good she sounded pleading for you.

not wasting any more time, you proceeded to separate one of your hands from her chest and quickly slid it downwards; to the band of her sweatpants. now, of course, your other hand was still in its original place, working its magic, but you wanted her to feel more. so much more.

you wanted to convey every surge of affection you violently felt for her into pleasure. and, if there was one thing you surely knew how to do, it was kissing her. 

so, you started kissing on her neck, which she didn’t expect whatsoever, and still heavily concentrated on the hand you had on her breast. then, you pulled on the sleeve of her tee just enough to expose her shoulder and moved your mouth towards it, nipping and gently licking it.

your hand now fully slipped into her pants, you teased her entrance through the fabric of her underwear as you kept kissing her naked shoulder. you listened to her attentively and took mental notes of her reactions; so far, her breathing got heavier, her thighs slightly clenched around your hand and she was now frequently biting her lip. 

plus, her panties were wet. 

did all of that mean you were doing good? …perhaps it did!

and did her drenched underwear make you short circuit? perhaps it did as well!

“d-d’you feel okay?” you asked, before going back to slowly kissing her shoulder. she threw you a quick glance, chest heaving up and down. 

“s-so okay.” she giggled.

her smile being contagious, you found yourself doing the exact same thing, content with the answer she gave you.

soon enough, you traced your finger up her clothed slit before eventually sliding it into the undergarment she wore, making her shudder. after what felt like an eternity, you could feel her slick coat your digits from one swipe of the finger. 

it was tantalizing.

growing impatient, you quickly yet carefully settled your middle and ring finger on her swollen clit, making slow circular motions on it, looking at her in the process. full on whimpering, this time, she stared back at you, no longer embarrassed. she wanted to let you know how good you were making her feel, hence why she was getting louder with each movement you made, and it filled you with enough confidence and adrenaline to gently push her head towards you, leaning in for a kiss.

thankfully, she kissed you back, deeply at that, her eyes closed and her quiet moans muffled.

you pulled away after a few moments, “tell me if it hurts, okay?” you reminded her. she simply nodded, brain all fuzzy from arousal.

she grabbed your other hand and intertwined her fingers with yours. “g-go slowly.” she whispered.

“i will.” you affirmed.

slowly and gently, you slid your fingers into her core, making sure not to go too fast or too rough. thankfully, the wetness was making it easier for you, and probably for her as well. every time that your girlfriend’s breath hitched, that her hand gripped harder on yours or, hell, every time that her eyes closed, you stopped in your tracks and double checked to see if you were hurting her, so it took a little while for your digits to fully penetrate her. 

fortunately, she assured you that you weren’t, in fact, hurting her. some moments just felt more comfortable than others, is all.

once they were fully in, you gave her time to get used to the feeling, still double checking on her state every now and then. after a few deep breaths, she nodded.

“i-i’m ready.”

you started to pump your fingers in and out of her, taking in all of her as your speed slowly increased as time went on. naturally, as more time passed, you felt the urge to make her feel good get even stronger.

that’s when you decided to increase the pace, your fingers curling on just the right spot inside her, pumping faster and faster as your thumb played with her clit.

“is this okay baby—” you asked.

“f-fuck— yes y/n that feels good—“ was what she moaned out, cutting you off. a feeling of bliss progressively and clearly overtaking her whole body.

when you tried to look at her despite only being able to see her side profile, you could’ve sworn you saw an angel. her cheeks were slightly tinted with a pinkish color and her eyebrows were upturned, her whole face contorted with pleasure, her skin glistening with sweat. her eyes hooded with lust, hanni looked down at herself and attentively watched as you played with her. your fingers swimming in her slick, navigating in her folds the way a skilled sailor would the vast ocean, it was hypnotizing, and she realized how this was probably the way you got yourself off on a regular day, and she couldn’t help but moan at both the thought and the sensation. 

you made her feel good, you made her feel happy, loved. you always did.

amidst the chaos that was her messy bed, the setting somehow looked better than every piece of artwork you’d ever seen combined. the bed creaked ever so slightly, and she looked and sounded so beautiful, especially with the way the sun set directly on her parted lips at that moment. 

you were certain that your heart skipped a beat at the sight.

“i love you so much, hanni.” you softly said, kissing the back of her ear whilst you kept fingering her. she couldn’t form proper words, so she simply tightened her grip on your hand more, as a way to say it back.

then, once you picked up a stable pace for a few minutes, her back arched against you, her breathing getting heavier, practically panting. her hand’s grip on yours getting tighter, you felt her hot breath hit your neck once she settled her head into the crook of it.

“y/n— baby i think i’m- i’m— mmh—“

that was the moment she reached climax, letting out a long and loud moan as she rode out her orgasm, bucking her hips against your hand before smashing her lips onto yours. quietly, she let a few i love yous slip out of her mouth between kisses, her hand resting on your head, fingers intertwined with your soft hair. 

you particularly made sure to say it back to her every time.

you pulled out your fingers and took your hand out of her pants. still coming down from her high, she smiled at you with tired eyes and kissed your cheek. you smiled back, looking at her lovingly.

“d-did i do okay?” 

she giggled, “..are you seriously asking me that? do you not see me right now?” 

you raised your eyebrows, playful, “for all i know you were faking it.”

“yeah, actually.. i was faking it, especially with how wet i was from the whole thing. aren’t i such a good actor y/n? it’s almost like i legitimately came really hard—”

“shut up.” you elbowed her, laughing. she gave you a cheeky smile before she got up from the bed, grabbed a pair of new underwear from her drawer and opened the bedroom door, heading straight towards the living room to pet her dogs after changing. 

“hey y/n?”

“hm?”

“…wanna bake brownies in a bit?” 

“uhm.. yes? what kind of question is that?? let me just go wash my hands first.” you replied, getting up and walking towards the bathroom before adding on, “unless you wanna eat very unsanitary cum-buttered brownies, of course—“

you heard her contagious laugh from across the hallway, making you smile to yourself, “you’re fucking disgusting— go wash your hands, you weirdo!”

oh how you loved your girlfriend.

[bridgyrose]

Bees schnees where they are all pinning but Weiss doesn’t want to get in the way of the bees

Weiss found her eyes lingering on Blake and Yang, a blush crossing her cheeks and heart racing as she watched them from across the cafe. It was just supposed to be a school girl’s crush, but even after graduating as a huntress she still couldnt seem to take her eyes off them. Words that she had wanted to say wouldnt come out right, leaving her to watch from afar as Blake and Yang enjoyed themselves. 

“Just ask them already,” Ruby pleaded as she looked up from her scroll. “I cant watch you be like this again.” 

“Be like what?” Weiss asked. 

“Lovesick.” 

“I’m not lovesick!” 

“You havent touched your coffee since we’ve gotten here. If you’re going to stare at them, you might as well talk to them.” 

“They’re dating-” 

“And they like you too!” 

Weiss sighed and took a sip of her now cold coffee, spitting it out. She pushed her coffee away and started with her scone.  “Its not that easy.” 

“What’s not easy about it?” Ruby pulled Weiss’s scone away and glared at her. “All you have to do is go up to them and ask them if you can be a part of their relationship.” 

“They’ll say no.” 

“They left you love letters, invited you on dates… they told you they were looking for a third!” 

“They were just being nice!” 

“You’re hopeless.” 

Weiss quickly grabbed her scone back with a frown. “And you’re not? What about Nora?” 

“That’s my problem I’m working through.” Ruby pinched the bridge of her nose and took a deep breath. “You’re my best friend and I want to make sure you dont miss out on anything that’ll make you happy. Can you really say you’re happy sitting and watching them instead of trying to be with them?” 

“I-I…” Weiss looked down at her feet as she tried to get the words out. That was the question, wasnt it? Was she happy? She looked at her scroll and sighed as she looked at the pictures she’d taken over the last few months. She couldnt remember the last time she smiled in any of them, even in her graduation picture with her team she didnt have the same smiles as the rest of them. In fact, most of her time as of late had been spent going on missions with Ruby or a few of their friends and avoiding Blake and Yang as they got closer. 

Ruby gently moved Weiss’s scroll out of the way. “I want you to make sure you’re taking care of yourself too.” 

“What if I’m in the way?” Weiss asked. “They have each other already. Having me around will just be a hindrance.” 

“Yang spent months taking those etiquette classes because she wanted to impress you whenever we had to go to Atlas. Blake hounded me questions about everything you liked so she could find something in common when you both did your coffee and tea dates. You arent a hindrance to them, they love you so much that they were willing to go out of their way to do something you liked just to spend time with you.” 

“That ship has sailed-” 

“I have a pumpkin spice latte and a blueberry scone for you,” a waitress said as she sat a couple plates in front of Weiss. “Courtesy of the women over there.” 

Weiss looked at the table the waitress pointed and blushed a bit when she realized Blake and Yang had sent them. She quietly thanked the waitress and took a sip from her coffee. “Okay, maybe there’s something.” 

“Then go to them.” 

“I’m here with you-” 

“And I’ll be available again later. Do this for you.” 

Weiss nodded and picked up her coffee and scone and made her way over to Blake and Yang. Her heart pounded in her chest as she started to slow with each step, finally stopping at their table. “May… may I sit here?” 

Yang nodded and moved a chair over for Weiss. “There’s always room for you.” 

“And I hope we got the right scone and coffee for you,” Blake said. “We werent quite sure what you liked.” 

“The coffee’s a bit sweet, but I do appreciate the thought.” Weiss sat down and looked away from Blake and Yang, not sure what to say. Thank you came to mind, but it didnt seem like it was enough. A few other words came to mind as well, but she still couldnt seem to say them as they lingered on her tongue. The blush on her cheeks deepend as she struggled to say the words she wished she could say. 

“Are you free tomorrow?” Blake asked. “Yang and I were thinking about going ice skating and we’d like you to come along. You know, as-” 

“-a date with us,” Yang finished, her own voice cracking as she spoke. She cleared her throat and tried to hide her own blush. “We’ve been thinking a lot about you and we’ve been wanting to ask for a while but it just never… you know…” 

“Came up.” 

Weiss felt her heart stop as she looked up at Yang and Blake, unable to hide or lie away the smile on her face. Her eyes practically lit up as her voice squeaked. “I’d love to!” 

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Congrats on wrapping up the Cursed Raven Saga!! 🎉 I had a lot of fun reading it. One thing I loved was how Miss Raven has different relationships with every character. A lot of the saga was focused on just her and J Word though so I wanted to ask if you could clarify what her relationships are like with the other characters especially the ones we don’t see a lot of in the saga or not at all. Sorry if it’s a big ask, I’m just curious! You can do just the 22 NRC boys for now if you want. 😊

[Referencing this series!]

AAAAAAH THANK YOU FOR LIKING IT, I'D LIKE TO THANK THE ACADEMY 😭💐

Having a character with very different relationships with the rest of the cast makes them feel more "real", doesn't it? Miss Raven doesn't get along with everyone! I spent a long time thinking about how she would interact with the others in the cast. A lot of those relationships are complicated or change over time, which is why I decided to explain each individual one rather than slap together a quick chart. The NRC students, staff, and a few key characters are included. I hope you enjoy reading ^^

Riddle

They’re very awkward friendly acquaintances. If you asked either one of them though, they’d deny it and instead claim they just have a professional relationship.

They initially get to know each other via dorm meetings (as Raven attends to take notes); Riddle likes that she does her job and stays focused. He sometimes nags his freshmen students to be more diligent and to follow her example.

They take tea together occasionally and complain about the eels. Riddle has to deal with them all the time—one as his classmate, the other approaching him at random, much to his chagrin.

Not sure how to deal with him when he’s mad. Raven locks up out of fear but attempts to talk him back into a state of calm. Sometimes just cowers.

Frequently tells Raven it is “ill-advised” to associate with the twins.

Trey

Acquaintances out of convenience, I’d say? Raven and Trey don’t talk much themselves, but Trey appreciates that she’s Riddle first “new” friend at NRC.

Raven sees Trey has a reliable senpai, but doesn’t really have reasons to talk to him outside of business. She tries not to bother him since it looks like he’s already got a lot on his plate dealing with his own dorm members.

Trey uses her as a waste receptacle taste tester for his latest creations whenever he feels the Heartslabyul boys have had their fill of sugar. “Ravens can basically eat anything right? Here, have some of this then.”

Cater

Calls Raven "Rae-chan".

They’re not close at all, but they’re aware of the other person’s existence. The two don’t vibe so well…

Raven’s an introvert that doesn’t really understand Cater’s sparkly persona and social media obsession. Cater doesn’t get why a cute girl like Raven doesn’t show off more.

Cater isn’t entirely comfortable around her because sometimes it seems like she’s staring at him… It makes him feel like he’s an open book and she’s examining him for flaws or seeking out something more of him. He really plays up his persona around her to compensate and to cover for that.

Ace

Classmates but not friends. He’s more like a bully. Raven tolerates him because they share the same homeroom. She thinks of him as an annoying little brother she has to "model" the correct behavior for.

He’s constantly teasing her for a variety of things: being short, being a brainiac, being related to the useless headmaster, etc. Raven tries to be the bigger person and ignore him, but there’s only so much she can take before snapping at him.

Occasionally steals glances at what she’s writing in her diary or snatches it from her to read the entries out loud. Tells her she has shit taste in men.

Raven thinks she’s more mature than Ace, but Ace sees right through her “lady” act and points out she’s more childish than she’d like to admit. He says she should be more honest with herself, but she never is. She probably avoids Ace if given the choice because she doesn’t like her lies/tsundere behavior being called out.

Deuce

Classmates, closer to being an acquaintance than Ace is. Though they’re not exactly friends, Raven thinks of Deuce a little more positively because it’s usually him who intervenes to tell Ace to “cut it out” or to “leave her alone”.

Deuce looks up to Raven as the honors student ideal. (Raven gets a slightly swelled ego because of this and thinks of herself as Ace and Deuce’s “big sis” figure.)

When he goes delinquent mode, Raven cowers in the corner until he has returned to normal. Can’t totally understand some of his delinquent slang. Probably repeated a few of the phrases to ask what they mean and Deuce apologizes for saying them in front of her.

She once heard that Deuce likes eggs and she looked at him horrified.

Leona

Calls Raven “Canary”. It's meant to be an ironic nickname, since despite her black feathers she tries to be bright and optimistic with him.

They started off having a really sour relationship because Leona has an attitude that Raven finds is difficult to work with. She sees a lot of her old self in him (disheartened, lost, not willing to try) and takes it upon herself to encourage him because she doesn't want to see him going down the same dark path she did. Unfortunately, Leona doesn't appreciate that he's her "charity case" and tends to put up resistance to her efforts.

Raven's REALLY skittish around him since he's a big cat and she's a bird--they're naturally predator and prey.

Leona saw her as super annoying back then; he doesn’t understand why she has so much faith in him when he has given up on himself. This frustration manifests in a few threats which definitely did not help the relationship.

Over time, I guess the two realize on their own how similar they are and they sort of soften up to one another. Leona starts to treat Raven a little nicer and finally acknowledges her for the "lady" that she is. "I can't quite place it, but Leona-san seems to be different somehow," she says. In a good mood + feels proud when she sees him in high spirits.

Raven really praises his intelligence and leadership abilities, but laments that he doesn't use them to their full extent.

They can bond over intellectual activities or something. Chess, reading books, etc.

Still get on each other's nerves by making verbal jabs. I guess that's the nature of a cat and bird, huh... Their relationship is very "Zazu-Scar" and "Beauty and the Beast" coded.

He's aware that she has a crush on Jade 💀 Angsts in private about not being "the one", why couldn't he have had this kind of support earlier in life, etc.

Ruggie

An acquaintance, forced to be cordial with him due to circumstances. Raven's often around campus doing odd jobs for her uncle, and she sometimes bumps into Ruggie (doing his own odd jobs). They chitchat here and there, but aren't super close.

Raven initially views Ruggie as "one of Leona-san's goons", but they become a little more amicable as Raven's relationship with Leona improves. Ruggie now comfortably teases her and commends her for putting up with the demands of their dorm leader.

He was the mediator for Leona and Raven back they didn't get along at all, asking Raven to cut Leona a little slack and telling Leona to lighten up with the birdie.

They share a love for shiny things and have a talent for finding edible plants. Sometimes they trade tips on the latter.

Jack

Raven's scared of Jack based solely on the principle that he looks intimidating. The first time they ever crossed paths, Raven took out her wallet and handed it to Jack (thinking that he was going to wail on her for her lunch money). He was very confused and handed the wallet back to her.

They don't talk. Like, at all. They only communicate on an as-needed basis, and even then it's difficult to get the ball rolling because Raven just freezes up when he looks at her. Jack very much reminds her of the wild predators she'd have to avoid in the forest.

She thinks it's cute when his ears twitch and his tail wags, but doesn't dare get close to him. Would prefer to stand on the other side of the room and shout at him.

... Jack doesn't get why she acts this way, isn't this way of communicating inefficient?

He tries to remain respectful of her since it seems like (in his eyes) she's friends with Ruggie-senpai and Leona-senpai. Wonders if there's something more there that he's not fully getting, but figures it's none of his business to ask about it.

Azul

Thought he was polite at first, but Raven eventually came to understand that his smile is, in fact, shady. She maintains a certain level of professionalism (given that he's a dorm leader), but she's pretty on edge around him otherwise. If he's nice to her, she assumes he wants something or has an ulterior motive.

Azul sees a lot of value in Raven due to her connection with the headmaster. He's always reaching out to her and 'offering" favors or items to get in her good graces. Often is rejected, but man doesn't know when to quit.

Though Raven doesn't like Azul or what he stands for, she thinks the Mostro Lounge is very comfortable and dines there on occasion. (Insists on paying full price when Azul tries to slide over a discount.)

Jade

Her crush

When Raven first arrived at NRC, she got really attached to Jade since he seemed like a kind and reliable gentleman. They had a falling out (after Raven learned that Jade was sent by Azul to manipulate her) and have been on rocky terms since. Unfortunately, a (very stupid) part of her is still attracted to him, though she strongly denies it.

He derives a lot of amusement from her overreactions to little things, like having their fingers brush against one another.

Raven keeps Jade at as much of a distance as she can. Sadly, he keeps popping up in her life (all orchestrated coincidences) to charm her. She convinces herself that he doesn't actually like her and that these are all calculated moves to get back on her good side.

Many of their interactions devolve into bickering, with Jade teasing her and Raven trying to fire back with something witty.

They're curious about each other's home biomes and true forms. Back when they were friends, they'd teach each other many new things on those topics.

Very vengeful towards those who are "too cruel" to Raven (because only he's allowed to be that mean to her :>). Offers to "take care" of them for her. She tells him not to, but isn't sure if he actually listens to her.

Floyd

Calls Raven “Black Pearly”/“Kuroshinju-chan”. Normally Floyd nicknames people after sea creatures--and notably, with Raven, he calls her an inanimate object from the ocean. This is intentional (from a meta perspective), as it highlights that Raven is an entity that doesn't quite "fit" within the school and the story.

Raven's not a fan. She can't deal with Floyd acting so unpredictably and rashly. He's such a headache, why can't he at least PRETEND to be polite like Jade does? (This comment really pisses Floyd off and makes him stomp off.)

He thinks she's boring but keeps starting shit to see if she'll react if he pokes the right buttons.

Makes fun of her because he sees her crush on his twin is sooo obvious. Doesn't understand why she has to overcomplicate things by hiding how she really feels. "Just do it already."

Kalim

Friends! But in small doses. Raven gets tired being with Kalim, who’s always so friendly and energetic, for extended periods of time. Cares for him in the same way a big sister might for a younger brother, even though Kalim is in the higher grade level.

Showers her with gifts, especially foods. He shows her his menagerie and encourages her to try petting tigers or something 💀 Kalim had a big heart and shares a lot of what he has with her.

He listens to her worries about connecting with others and fitting in. Not good at wording his advice, but encourages her to keep trying and that he’ll always be there for her!

Raven finds Kalim’s cheer refreshing but worries that people could take advantage of his naïveté like she was (by Jade). Tries to protect him from shady types of characters.

Jamil

Not exactly friends, but they see each other and immediately see the tired mom energy. There’s a mutual understanding between them.

Raven takes shifts with Jamil to help Kalim with his assignments. Helps keep an eye on his dorm leader when he’s up to his neck with other tasks. It’s like they’re coparenting 😭

She often finds herself staring at his hair accessories. When she was less accustomed to human life, she yanked on one of them and earned his ire for the next several weeks. Jamil has cooled off since then, but he’ll bring it up subtly if he’s annoyed with her.

Vil

Calls Raven “Shetland potato”. (Yes, I know Shetland is an irl location that doesn’t exist in Twst; just assume Shetland is an old fashioned way of saying Shaftlands/it’s a variety of potato from the Shaftlands.)

She approached Vil first and nervously asked him for etiquette lessons (since she wanted to know how to be more human and “ladylike”), which he agreed to. Vil’s pleasantly surprised that she had the agency to seek self improvement like this, so now his expectations of her are set really high.

Raven admires Vil’s mastery of potionology and tries her best to emulate him in the lab. Her technique is a little clumsy, but her heart’s in the right place. She also loves his sense of fashion since she lacks the confidence to pull off the daring looks that Vil does.

He’s like the stern, icy older brother she never had. Vil doesn’t go out of his way to help her out (he wants her to learn to fend for herself), but he’s there if she needs advice or help dressing for an occasion.

One of the few guys she can go to for “girl talk”. Raven tries to keep who she’s talking about vague, but Vil always sees right through her and tells her it’s a poor choice.

Rook

Calls Raven “mon petit oiseau”. Later on (like, after Raven becomes more confident in her identity), he'll switch over to the nickname "Conteuse des Corbeaux".

A good friend! If not a little too over eager. Raven was definitely put-off but him at first, but he grew on her over time. She loves listening to him wax poetic; it inspires her in her own creative endeavors—and his cheer is so infectious!

They share a love for the arts and sit around trading their takes on the latest movie or play or art piece they saw. Sometimes he reads and offers critique of her latest work.

Lives for the tea. Besides Vil, he’s one of the other guys Raven can talk to about love. Problem is, Rook is content watching her try to find her way (there’s something romantic about it!) and vaguely encourages her to “follow her heart’s desire”.

Tries to give him the benefit of the doubt. Maybe too much. (“I-I’m sure Rook-senpai has a perfectly good reason for breaking into your dorm room to leave a rose on your pillow… r-right?”)

They sometimes whisper stuff to each other in bird.

Epel

Epel has beef with her cuz she's a raven (aka one of those pest animals that wreak havoc on his village's crops!). Stares at her from a distance with kind of a grumpy face.

He doesn't really act on that beef because Vil will whoop his ass for being rude and provoking a fight with his peer. If he's in a situation where he has to talk with Raven, Epel will do his best to put on that soft, sweet polite facade that Vil has taught him.

Raven has zero clue what Epel's saying when he speaks in his accent. Asks him to repeat himself, which annoys him.

Idia

Raven thinks he’s basically a ghost that haunts Ignihyde. Does that guy ever go out and get sunshine??? (Raven thinks that, but she’s a hypocrite because she also holes up in her room… writing…)

Doesn’t really have an opinion of him since he’s so withdrawn and they barely interact. However, she doesn’t like it when he acts all high and mighty about the media he consumes. Raven thinks it discourages people from giving the media a shot because he’s making it seem so unappealing.

She also thinks his laugh and general presence is

a little eerie. Maybe she’ll get cursed if she bathes in his negative miasma for too long.

Even though they don’t know each other irl, I think it would be funny if Raven posted her writing online and Idia was one of her biggest fans 😭 Like this guy religiously likes, comments, and shares every post…

Ortho

Calls Raven “Raven Crowley-san”.

They’re friends! Little buddies experiencing a lot of their firsts and exploring the world and its oddities together.

Ortho is very pragmatic while Raven has a big imagination and tends to daydream. They balance each other out well.

He tells Raven about his older brother (which is how she first learned about Idia’s existence.) “Eh… Ortho-san, you have a difficult sibling like that…?” She feels bad for him 💦 but respects him for having the patience to deal with that.

Ortho thinks Raven’s an interesting subject to observe and gather data on. It’s not every day that he gets to do this! He’ll be sure to collect accurate readings on her.

Malleus

Calls Raven "the young Crowley".

Because Malleus is often missing from dorm leader meetings, Raven has to either go fetch him for them or deliver the meeting notes to him. He’s thankful for her help but doesn’t engage with her outside of these instances.

Raven is pretty neutral about Malleus?? She respects him and all, but doesn’t get involved with him more than she thinks she should. Malleus is the same way with Raven; he doesn’t think much of her beyond her duties.

Malleus was slightly amused by Raven standing up to him during GloMasq; he announces his intent to strike Rollo down but Raven insists they hear him out. Since then, he’s kept an eye on her and wonders if she’ll have the audacity to do it again.

I imagine that Raven goes to Briar Valley to serve as a royal scribe or messenger for Malleus in her fourth year internship. This would lend them a Maleficent-Diablo dynamic.

Lilia

Acquaintances, mostly because Raven communicates with him about dorm leader meetings or sometimes passes meeting notes to him if she cannot find Malleus herself.

He commends her for being a bright girl but thinks she could make do with loosening up a little. Takes delight in popping up out of nowhere to spook her.

Believes that Malleus and Raven are friends. (They’re not.)

Lilia jokingly asks his boys who they think os cuter: Raven or him? It’s definitely him, right? 🥺

Raven has the inkling that Lilia is a lot older than he seems just based on the stories he tells when he has the chance to. She loves listening to them and dreams about traveling to those places too.

Silver

Friends, but not right away. Raven used to be scared of Silver because he looks intimidating when he stares at you. Still, she feels oddly drawn to him anyway. It must be his princely aura drawing in all the local wildlife… including her 😭 For a long while, she just observed Silver from a distance.

Once she learns Silver’s actually very normal and even sweet (most likely from the neighborhood birds), Raven settles in nicely by his side. For example, she might work on writing while Silver dozes off beside her on a warm afternoon.

Models some characters in her stories off of Silver. He’s so gallant! (Raven complains that the other NRC students should be more like him. Silver doesn’t understand what she means.)

He’s dense, but he’s a good boy. Will help her grab or carry things she can’t on her own. However, Silver is useless with other matters. Like if he sees Raven and Jade bickering, Silver will intervene and try to help “sort out the misunderstanding” so they can all be friends.

Sebek

(Loudly) calls Raven “Bird”.

Frenemies…? Sebek talks down to Raven and demeans her like he does many of his peers, but sometime around GloMasq he came to the conclusion that she must be a long lost relative of Malleus's and develops a sense of respect for her. Since then, he has been acting like an eager puppy that trails after Raven and says/does things in hopes of earning her praise.

Raven is confused by his shift in demeanor and wonders why he's suddenly being so nice to her... Not that she's complaining, but it took a while to get used to.

She's still a little intimidated by his looks and loudness.

Book buddies! They give each other recommendations and discuss their latest reads.

Crowley

Calls Raven “my adorable little niece”, sometimes “Raven-kun”.

He's your typical bumbling/silly but well-meaning father figure. Irresponsibly offloads many of his responsibilities onto her. She also often serves as a messenger to Yuu on behalf of Crowley. Usually apologizing for him.

Not above using Raven to make himself appear competent to potential sponsors and donors. Crowley uses a combination of fake tears, bribes, and flattery to get her to act in his favor.

Despite this, she cares for him and he cares for her too. Raven just wishes Crowley would step up sometimes!!

Crewel

She’s scared of him, especially when he raises his voice (even if the scolding isn’t directed at her). Works hard in his class to avoid his ire.

He sees a lot of potential in her, but dislikes that Raven lacks a spine. Crewel often picks on her in class in an effort to get her to be more confident in herself and to learn how to speak up.

Trein

Raven likes Trein! He provides her with a sense of warm and grandfatherly comfort. She's never had a grandpa before, so she considers Trein something akin to that.

Sometimes stays after class to ask questions or just to chat with him. He appreciates this since some of the other first years act out or don't have an interest in the subjects he teaches.

Trein keeps things professional; he feels that a teacher and a student should remain in those roles and not cross those boundaries. However, he lets Raven know that if she needs any guidance, his door is always open. Maybe that's his empty nest syndrome speaking.

Lucius

The one cat Raven isn't immediately apprehensive about, if only because Trein reassures her that Lucius is gentle.

He chills in Trein's lap while they talk.

If he's in a good mood, he might bat a paw at her or let Raven stroke him. She calls him a "very good boy".

Vargas

Slightly intimidated by Vargas's physique and gung-ho attitude. She admires his enthusiasm for self-improvement, but isn't so sure about his methods.

He doesn't let the fact that she's a girl deter him from pushing her hard! If anything, Vargas declares that she has to work two times as hard to prove herself and build some muscle! Raven always leaves his class hugging and puffing, sweaty, and red in the face... but also feeling super proud of herself.

Traumatized by that one time she witnessed Vargas down five dozen raw eggs for breakfast.

Sam

Business owner and customer--there's nothing more to it than that! Sam sees Raven as a particularly valuable customer due to her need for specific ingredients to concoct her enchanted inks. Occasionally puts aside a rare find and lets her know about it for a good deal.

Raven's thankful to Sam for filling in the ingredient gaps for her. Though, uh... she begs of him to stop placing bets with her uncle about whether or not he can buy out his stock.

Yuu

Cordial enough classmates. They're in the same homeroom which is convenient for when Raven has to pass messages or tasks from Crowley to them.

Willing and able to help Yuu out whenever they ask for it.

[Insert other information as desired; varies widely depending on what kind of Yuu features here.]

Ramshackle Ghosts

Raven greets them like they're her friendly neighbors.

The ghosts treat her like that nice Girl Scout from down the lane that stops by every so often to offer them cookies.

Grim

Brings a tuna can as a peace offering. Pushes it to Grim using a stick. Makes him promise to not bite her or set her on fire. Raven walks on eggshells around him.

Grim is mildly insulted by her acting like he's a monster. "I'm a civilized mage too, yanno!!" (He eats her peace offering anyway.)

Neige

Raven mostly knows him from all his appearances as a celebrity. Doesn't think much of him other than "oh, he's cute" or "he's like a fairy tale princess".

Upon welcoming Neige to NRC for the cultural festival, she's surprised to see him being so princess-like in person as well. To Raven, Neige almost doesn't seem real.

Neige gives off a very inviting aura that makes Raven feel welcome and comfortable in his presence, even though they just met.

He'd treat her as he does all of his fans, in a very sweet and pure manner. Might be interested to know that she's a raven; Neige could think it's cool or invite her to join in on their song since ravens count as a songbird. She gets embarrassed and says she can't possibly do such a thing.

Chenya

Another cat boy? Big nope for Raven. Her bird instincts are shouting at her to keep away. Chenya's a lazy sort of cat, so he seems fine to be around (especially since Riddle and Trey vouch for him). They're basically strangers though.

Raven stares at him as he picks up a slice of cake and chomps through it, then asks for seconds. Her only impressions of him are that he's sneaky and kind of a glutton.

Chenya thinks Raven's sorta funny. He teaches her some bad cat puns and asks her a variety of nonsensical questions just to see how she responds.

Loves spooking her by appearing out of nowhere or poking her while he’s still invisible.

Cheka

Calls her "ojitan's friend". Cheka is 100% convinced that Raven is besties with Leona.

She thinks he's a lost child and takes him by the hand to take him to help him reunite with his parents. (Cheka thinks Raven is a lost child too.)

He's a little ball of fur and energy! Cheka runs all over the place and wears Raven down real fast. She's never been so eager to hand the kid off and be rid of him (though she tries her best to smile and wave good-bye).

Rollo

HE HATES EVERYONE, INCLUDING RAVEN.

... But Raven doesn't want to give up on him! She insists on being his pen pal and keeping in touch, since she feels that a large part of why he broke down was not having people to talk to or to support him. Rollo's forced into this situation... but no matter how often he tells her to quit this, she won't let up!

He finds her extremely bothersome, of course. (Rollo won't admit that there's sort of a comfort in including this in his routine, that it's nice to have somewhere to vent and let loose his bottled rage.)

At some point, he extends the offer to listen to her woes about the NRC boys, whom he is certain are sin incarnate.

What? No, they are NOT friends. Absolutely NOT. (His aide and vice president think they are.)

Fellow

Calls Raven the “lil’ lady” of Night Raven College.

Picks on her. Steals her food, takes her books, etc.

Such an ass-kisser (he's hoping to get sympathy and then leech resources off of her). Gets Gidel to play along with his schemes too. Alas... Raven does, in fact, feel something for their situation.

She's highly suspicious of him. Doesn't like it when he acts overly familiar and touches her on the arm or shoulder... or cocks that smug, suspiciously crooked smile.

Raven likes it when Fellow allows his inner child to come out; it's nice to see that he's still able to keep dreaming as an adult, she thinks.

Gidel

To Raven, Gidel's some kid that Fellow strings along in his schemes. She's much more forgiving of him compared to Fellow and does her best to read his body language to understand what he's trying to communicate.

Gidel's curious about her. She's a scholar, right? Wow, he wants to know what that's like! He just kinda stares at her with big, eager eyes.

Skully

He acts like they’re BFFs but Raven tries to keep him at a comfortable distance. Skully (wrongly) assumes that she's his ally and will agree with him on everything.

She thinks that Skully acts and talks like a character from a fairy tale, but in practice she's a little put off by how touchy-feely he is. Raven will let him kiss the back of her hand, but when he's not looking, she'll gently wipe it off on her skirt.

She'll happily sit there and listen to him ramble for hours about Halloween and the traditions of his village. Raven loves a good story!

She acts as the mediator when Skully butts heads with other people about his hyperfixation and idol. It's not very effective, but someone has to do it.

[seethesin]

having a one night stand with shane

pairing: Shane McCutcheon x F!Reader

tags/warnings: sexual content, clubbing, fingering, cunnilingus (mdni, 18+)

a/n: don't mind me being 19 years late to this party! i recently finished the l word and goddamn, shane mccutcheon would be a fantastic lay :) hope you enjoy my stream of consciousness headcanon. gif credit

It's Alice that brings the two of you together

She's so tired of you whining over your recent breakup

She can barely get a word in anymore when the two of you hang out

You complain over coffee at the Planet

You bitch when you come over to her apartment

Your constant nagging does not stop for days on end

Finally, she breaks, calling Shane and begging her to come out to the Hit Club to meet you

Alice makes a point to stress that she has a good-looking, recently single friend who simply needs something other than this failed relationship to harp over

Shane, the loyal friend she is, obliges

It's Saturday night and Alice practically drags you out of your one-bedroom to go out with her and Tasha

You can't say no; any reason to support Kit and Helena is enough for you

Even with all your moping, you dress to the nines and go with the duo to the club

The music is good, the drinks are flowing, and finally, a genuine smile is permanently plastered across your face

Shane seems to materialize next to you as soon as you polish down your first drink

Alice is glowing—neither you nor Tasha misses it—as she pulls Shane into a hug before hurrying her over toward you

She rapid fires through introductions, extremely interested in getting you both settled before completely taking off with Tasha

You can't even take the time to appreciate Shane's fitted blazer, dark skinny jeans, long fingers—

Okay, maybe you did have enough time to appreciate her attributes before Alice abandoned you

The thought leaves your head entirely as the gravity of this situation begins to settle

Both you and Shane are left in the middle of the dance floor, stunned as other patrons bounce and bump into you

Shane's the first to recover, offering to buy you a beer which you gladly accept to break the tension

The rest of the night goes without any hiccups

You notice that Shane isn't much of a dancer unless convinced otherwise, and you find yourself taking advantage of that

You sway together and with feigned innocence, you find yourself grinding against her more obviously

Shane seems to get the message and presses you against her chest, allowing your hips to rock against her groin

Her mouth is on your neck and her hands splay across your stomach as the two of you dance

Her touch drives you crazy

From what feels like an amalgamation of all the sexual tension from tonight, the two of you reach the same conclusion at the same time:

"Wanna get out of here?"

Hell yes you do

You find Alice and Tasha on the other side of the club and say your goodbyes

You pretend not to see the couple's sneers as you and Shane leave

Eagerly, you pile into Shane's Jeep so she can take you back home

The two of you are a whirlwind of wet kisses and inquisitive fingers, taking turns stripping and fondling each other

You barely make it to your bedroom, but through sheer willpower alone, the two of you make it to the bedroom

Shane’s fingers are already working on the waistband of your underwear

They’re replaced with two of her fingers sheathed inside of you while the heel of her hand drags circles into your clit

The initial shock of realizing how wet you were for her to jam two fingers into you so easily is replaced with an intense, unwavering pleasure

It continues to build as Shane fucks you and it doesn’t take long for you to forget about your breakup

Perhaps it’s because of how responsive you are, but suddenly she bows her head down, lips ghosting your ear and husks:

“You like that, huh?” while pounding into you

The coil in your stomach snaps and you’re cumming on her hand, babbling that yes, you absolutely love it

Shane lets you ride her fingers as the aftershocks of your orgasm hit

But as soon as you collect yourself, she’s sinking lower, dragging her fingertips down your torso

Her mouth latches onto your pussy: sucking, licking, and kissing every inch of velvety skin she could access

The next wave of orgasms hit sooner than expected, but all you can focus on is canting your hips towards Shane’s mouth

Once you're coherent, you want nothing more than to return the favor

Shane's laughing as she lets you shove her into the mattress, welcoming your curious hands on top of her breasts and your mouth all over her cunt

You feel her thighs clench against your face, holding you steady as you work through her folds

Her fingers are threaded in your hair, yanking you forward as you continue to swirl tight circles on her clit

She lasts a little longer than you and is a little quieter, but she falls apart to her orgasm the same way you did earlier

You kiss once more before hitting the mattress, staring up at the ceiling as you wipe your chin clean

It doesn't take long for Shane to recoup and she wastes no time pulling her clothes on

You follow suit, straightening yourself up before gathering up your outfit pooled on the floor

Before she leaves, she throws you a smirk before saying:

"That was fun; I wouldn't mind doing it again some time"

You agree; you couldn't remember the last time someone made you feel this good

You make sure to let Alice know just how incredible she is the next day for introducing you to Shane

Alice, however, realizes the grave mistake she's made in orchestrating last night

Now, you have someone new to prattle on about: Shane McCutcheon

[neighbourhoodspidey]

say that you love me

cersei and knight gn reader

this content contains smut, minors and ageless blogs dni. i will have to block if i don't have an 18+ age confirmation, or any indication that proves otherwise.

a/n: got into the game of thrones train after waiting for so long. and idk why, first thing i thought was writing about cersei. this is my first time writing smut so it won’t be perfect i am so self-aware of it. we are kinda back this week! and as for my other wips they are in progress, slowly. i am so sorry. enjoy reading as alwayssss and leave any feedback if you have any! spam the love it is always appreciated, special thanks to my mutuals that i asked if they could give it a read and who encouraged me to post it 😎‼️‼️

w/c: 3.3k words ish (i seriously do not know how to add word counts, my bad.)

warnings: sort of established relationship? this has little plot, first time writing smut, out of character cersei she’s kind of soft in this one. eating out, fingering, reader is a service top, cersei power bottom rights, reader and cersei are whippeddd, cersei will punish anyone who comes at her lover, fluff because they’re in love duhh, i think that’s it? proofread but you know it already, there might be mistakes ledt behind, let me know if i missed anything 🤠

it starts under the cut 😼

You were leaving the training yard, ignoring other knights' inquisitive eyes and harsh whispers. It was not out of the ordinary for you to hear or bear witness to such harsh words. They did not even tried to be discreet either. They wanted to let you know of their disproval. Of your disdain. You have no place here. Much less a bastard squire. Even under Bronn’s care. Even if you don’t share blood but have a familial connection with him, you were still considered as nothing.

Which is why Bronn set you to train everyday ever since you could walk and run. Westeros had no pity for the weak. And you might as well be considered the weakest there is.

However you had enough time to prove yourself. You wanted to be seen more than just as a squire. More than just the child with no house, no name.

“How nice to see the court being charitable to bastards.”

“Hush! Unless you want your head to end up in a bucket.”

Moreover you wanted to gossip surrounding your nature to dim down. Although it made your lips quirk up, having half a mind to tell the knight he had better listen to his friends. Or on the better hand, ask him to relay his issues with your being here to Her Grace. However you were too tired to even try to confront him.

You walked towards the private baths, one that Cersei reserved for you only. And for the both of you, whenever you would feel daring to sneak out for a private intense moment. Or just time to be with each other.

After cleaning yourself from dirt and sweat, you are surprised to see Cersei’s handmaiden waiting for you behind the door.

“My Lady? The Queen Regent wishes to see you.”

Thank the Gods above.

Your muscles, although relieved by the warm water, were still aching. Your body begged for some rest and to be near her. It was almost like you were trained to wish to be at her side at all times. Sometimes you wonder if it is a curse but if you would be truthful, you would accept your fate all the same.

The handmaiden led you to the Queen’s bedchambers. She knocked the door, opening it before you stepped in the room.

“Leave us.” Cersei ordered, not even turning around. Her handmaiden bows and departs, leaving you alone with her. Finally alone.

“Your Grace.” You bowed, your mind feeling at ease at her presence. In a few steps she was standing near you, her hand on your chin, lifting your head to meet your gaze. Her fingers traces your bottom lip all the way to your jawline. You smelt of the floral scents, similar to hers. It did reinforced the bond she felt between you. “You…you wished to see me?” At her silence, you speak up, although with somewhat difficulty. She was like a natural disaster. One you could not look away from.

“I did.” She lets go of you, making you miss the warmth of her touch. “Robert will be on a morning hunt to-morrow. So will Joffrey. You are to accompany them. And keep a close eye on my child.”

“Yes, Your Grace.” You bowed once again.

You suspected that Cersei sends you on these little expeditions to try to convince Robert and probably the rest of Westeros to show you aren’t feeble. But you do not dare inquire about it. You were already grateful as it was.

“Good.” She takes a sip from her glass before setting it aside on the bedside table and leans back against her bed. You now wish to taste the sweet alcohol on her lips, to chase it and make it your own. “Now, come here.” The words have not fully left her mouth and you were already close to her. It was almost embarrassing, how eager you were to listen to every direction she had, like it is instinctive and second nature.

“Tell me which knight troubled you.” Cersei, your lover, your life, was speaking to you, but you could hardly listen to her, watching the movements of her mouth instead.

“I beg your pardon?” It was nearly criminal for her to ask you such a question when she is close to you.

“I heard there were some whispers concerning your being here.” She whispers against your lips, not separating from yours. Her tone is not malicious. You could see it from her playful smile, one she only left for you, although her gaze was piercing. “It seems as though people do have a certain fixation on you. I cannot blame them, but…”

She cups your face in her warm hands, trying to seek the truth from your body. “Whoever insults what I love and respect does not deserve as much a loaf of bread.”

Cersei was a smart woman who had eyes and ears all over the court. And when she was not able to, there would always be someone in her stead. You do feel frightened for the knight’s life but it is not like he was kind to you, either. Still. Does he deserve it?

Taking her hands that were rested on your cheek, you brought it to your lips, kissing the back of her hand. “It was just a silly jest. I am sure he meant no harm.” Although she could tell you were not being truthful with her.

“That is too bad…since he is already locked in the dungeons. Whatever fate he has will be decided at a later time.” Your answer was completely ignored by her. Her hands were now tracing your eyebrows, your eyes, every features of your face. It was her manner of demonstrating how much she adored you. When have you turned her into a romantic? Like some maiden yearning for love, to be loved?

“Your Grace, I…I forgive him. I am sure he will learn his lesson soon?”

“You are far too gentle and kind.” She pondered, more to herself than to you. Maybe someday you will see her ways. That might be one thing she wishes she could fix or at least balance out of you— you needed to be imposing. If not for yourself then to all of the scums who thinks you are lower than them.

“I believe I am just.”

“You dare question your Queen?” Her eyebrow raised so elegantly, in a way only a true Cersei Lannister could.

“No, no. Not at all.” You chuckled as you held her stare, fighting your spirits from bursting into laughter. She was not angry like you have previously seen her in council meetings or when she would argue with the disgusting boar of a man that is her husband. It was the sanest kind. The one that made your love for her deepen. “I am just surprised at the lengths you are willing to go for me. It is not…well. Not many will do so for me. I am kind and forever grateful, my love.”

The Queen before you scoffs, shaking her head in disbelief.

Did she had to scream at the top of the Red Keep’s rooftops for you to comprehend what she feels for you? Do you need a written scroll testifying of her dedication plastered on the walls of your private chambers? You were so infuriatingly frustrating…it added to your own personal charm that she could not help but get weak for.

This time you could not hide it anymore. Your eyes were dancing with mischief, mouth opening and closing as if to say something concerning her care and endearing behaviour. She cares. In an unusual twisted and dangerous way, yes…but it is the rarest care you have ever received before. You will accept anything you are offered.

“Don’t look so smug.” The Queen sneers as she looks at you. You were trying to hold back your delight, knowing that if you show any slight amusement she will end up changing her mind.

Instead you look up at her, cradling her face in your hands. She softens at your look. How your eyes gazes into her emeralds that, you are sure, would be able to turn you into stone. How your fingers traces her jawline, her lips, the tops of her nose and her eyebrows…she hates how she melts into your touch. “I am sorry that I am giving off that impression. I just...I am still trying to process how you wanted this.”

Your lover huffs, walking over the other side of the bed, pulling your hand with her. “Take off your armour.”

And you do, face heating up at the gentle command she sets. As you rid of your dower and your doublet, leaving you only in your tunic and breeches, she pulls you down atop of her, her hands tenderly cupping your face. A surprising yet tender act, one that leaves you momentarily breathless.

“I have already let you know time and time yet again that I want you. Is not that enough?” She tries to speak firmly but her voice quivers. Your hands leave her face to trace her shoulders all the way down to her hips.

“Whatever you say…it is more than enough for me, My Queen.” You kiss the tip of her nose, peppering her face with kisses, purposely avoiding her lips. She stills your face before engulfing your lips with her own and it is enough to deprive you from all oxygen of your lungs. Her tongue licks your bottom lip seeking entry, you gladly comply. Your tastes mingle together, making your body temperature rise to an alarming level.

“Gods, you—” She moans as you whisper her name in between your kisses, too lost in the way you are leading her lips like a passionate dance. Your hands brazenly travel their way down her backside, pulling her closer near you.

When your lungs burn you pull apart gasping for air. The sight of your swollen lips and flushed appearance made her desperate for you. You have seen her eyes darken before in certain occasions but this was otherworldly. The already present stir in your belly traveled all the way down to your lower abdomen. You needed to have her, now. Her fingers tangles in your hair as you are lost in daze.

“Please…” She gathered the little strength she had to whisper. Her hips lift against yours, silently asking you to take off her nightgown. Your hands pin her down as you kiss her once again, this time paying attention to her neck. She pulls your hair in warning to not leave any mark, making you grunt in pleasure from the sharp pain. Not wasting any time to listen you pull off her nightgown, sighing deeply when you are met with her heaving chest, her soft stomach, her thighs…everything about her was just so…so…

“Beautiful.” You find yourself whispering aloud. She feels her face heat at your utter devotion, as if she is the only thing you notice. She wants to be the only thing you’ll ever see. You kiss her again, slowly, but still as sweetly.

“I want to see more of you.” Her hands slide under, nearing your chest before she slips it off you. Her hands moves south to the laces of your breeches but you stop her, lifting her palm to your lips to place a gentle kiss instead.

Stepping away from her to take off your breeches, you purposely take your time unlacing them, the sight of her rubbing her thighs together setting you ablaze with desire and need for her.

“Enough, get here.” She pleads, the sound so uncharacteristic that you have to hold back a teasing remark. Taking pity on her you comply to her pleas, relishing in the warmth of your bodies, sighing when you feel your chest against hers, your hard nipples rubbing against each other. She licks into your mouth, opening her legs for you to slot between them.

Again you find yourself lost. You can hardly believe you are entangled with her. Hardly believe that her heart is beating fast along yours.

“What is all that staring for?” She tried her best to scold you, perhaps even tease you. But her voice makes her lose any credibility.

“I am just thinking how great it would be to lie beside you for the rest of my days. In all the ways I could think of. In all the ways you wish me to.” It was a truthful answer. Earnest. But she does not seem to believe you, eyes flickering with conflict and great concern, however you notice. You always noticed.

“I swear on it. I swear on my life.” It was near desperation how you spoke but you were far too gone to care. She was the only one you would ever devote yourself to. Above from being your Queen she was your love, your life.

Her fingers tangle in your hair, a harsh grip that makes you fight back a moan. “Prove it.”

You did not need to be told twice.

Capturing her lips in yours you allow her tongue to invade your mouth. It is filthy, clumsy, but overwhelmingly passionate. You let go of her lips, making a path from her chin, her neck, to the valley between her breasts. You pay attention to her nipples, softly biting and licking them, your hands always on the other, making sure they are not neglected. Her sighs, the ever present grip on your hair and words of approval encourages you to trail lower, your lips kissing her abdomen, slightly letting your tongue peak out. She lifts her hips in anticipation, words barely making out of her throat before she asks.

“Take me.”

You aren’t in any position to refuse her request.

Your nose nudges her pubic bone, utterly helpless at the scent of her need for you. You place kisses around her hips, leaving discreet marks for her to see in her own time and space, placing them between her thighs. The closer you got to her, the more you were sure you would lose your mind. She would scold you for being uncouth and indecent but she couldn’t, not when she was in a haze of building pleasure, not when she was begging you to relieve her from her ache.

Despite tending to be eager you always took your time with her. You were never rushed. Your touch invaded every inch of skin of her body. Although she wished you could hurry, she was also grateful for your treatment, in a certain way. All other lovers hardly acknowledged she was present in their bed. Besides, lovemaking was something she never really knew. So she used it as means of power. But with you…she could not really described it. The most easiest manner to put it would be that it was different. It was like she did not to remind herself how much power she holds.

“Please…please…do not make me wait any longer, I—”

You lift her legs so she could rest them on your shoulders, stroking her skin. Her words, her voice makes your desire for her heavy.

“You do not need to ask anymore, my love…” You murmured, not hesitating before you licked between her folds. She gasps at the touch, squirming from how you were moaning at her taste.

“You’re so sweet…so lovely…” You could not help but moan your pleasure against her sex, your own hips grinding down against the bedding.

Your lips latched onto her bud, sucking it lightly, making your lover squeeze her thighs around your head. She could suffocate you and it would be a beautiful death, to be trapped by her.

The stinging hold on your scalp did did not stop you from pleasuring her. You were sucking, licking, like you were starved. Her whimpers and breathless moans made you encourage her to ride your face, to use you. And she did. Your name was on her tongue like a repeated prayer, like it was the only word she knows.

You lift your eyes to look at her. Her head was thrown back in pleasure, her free hand was tightly gripping the sheets, her body glistening with sweat. It is the most beautiful thing you have ever seen. Like you were graced with a painting that was made for you only.

Your tongue roamed around her center before you plunged in, her walls welcoming the intrusion. She was now thrashing wildly, you had to hold her hips down with your hands.

“Don’t stop, please don’t stop—”

A groan was the only thing you could offer as an answer. You were too clouded with pleasure from tasting her, licking every drop of her essence.

She was nearing the edge of her pleasure, going mindless with every movement of your tongue. You replaced it with your fingers, slowly adding one digit then another, pumping slowly, relishing in her shuddering breaths. The wet sounds from your coupling made the tip of your ears burn red and even then you didn’t stopped at worshipping her.

“Come here…” She whispers, pulling you up by your neck to kiss you, tasting herself on your lips. Your fingers never stopped their rhythm, matching the pace of her hips. “Tell me you love me.” She whispers between kisses, eyes shut tightly.

“What?” Was all you could say back, too fixed on how you were witnessing a beautiful scene right before you.

“Tell me…tell me you love me.” She ordered this time, all patience she had now gone. She needed this. Needed you, admittedly.

You kissed her, moaning into her mouth when you she trapped your hand between her legs. “I love you, Cersei.” It was more of a whisper than an answer but it seemed to be enough to finally push her over the edge. She was clamping violently down on your fingers, biting your shoulder to contain her shouts. You grunted, the pain slowly fading into pleasure, a mark that you would wear proudly.

Anyone who could pass her chambers could surely hear you but it is not like you were trying to be quiet to begin with.

You allowed her to ride the last waves of her pleasure, not stopping until she pushed you away. You slowly pulled out your digits from her, finding them completely drenched in her need. She looks at you, chest heaving, eyes focused as you greedily licked the remaining taste of her. You moaned around them, going weak.

She grabs your face towards hers and kisses you again. It is different from any kisses you have ever shared. It is nearly similar to a first kiss shared between a couple. New. Soft. And yet it does not overshadow the pleasure and passion beneath it.

She breaks the kiss first, giggling when you kiss her cheek. She hopes you could mistake the flush of her skin from your previous coupling, and not from the simple action.

“Are you alright?” Your eyes were tender, filled with so much devotion. She nods, switching positions to lay on your chest. You place yet another kiss on her forehead and it only made her body shake with something different. Something more than desire.

“Is it true?” She asks after a moment of silence, her voice still hoarse from her cries. She traces your abdomen with her fingers, leaving her initials on your skin. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you looked down at her.

“Is it true that…?”

“You love me.”

This was unusual of her. She does not even know why she asked that question. At your stunned expression, she is about to tell you to forget about it and ask you to excuse yourself from her chambers, when you speak up again.

“You are the only one I would ever want to be alongside with, My Queen. I was not saying that just because you asked me to but because I…I do. I love you, Cersei.”

Love was still a foreign concept to her. And yet, still, she melts at the ridiculous look you give her. Like she is the only thing you want.

“Hm. I suppose you are not as bad.”

“Is that supposed to be a compliment?”

“Hush.” She lightly slaps your chest, making you laugh. You soothe back her blonde hair, kissing her hairline as she hides in the crook of your neck, her breath tickling you. “I meant…that I… love you, too.”

Her shy confession makes you melt. You wrap your arms around her, pulling her closer towards your body. You almost want to tease her but refrain from it, knowing how difficult it probably must have been for her to admit it.

It made your heart soar.

“I will make you the happiest there is.” You whisper your promise, to wish she snuggles further in your body.

And if she will have troubles believing it, your bloody unwashed hands and swords would have to do.

You would fight for her.

[kellycataclysm]

spelling out their names would be cool (ie H, A, R, V, E, and Y for harvey and L, Y, R, and A for lyra), you pick whether fluff or smut <3

Amazing!!! Thank you for sending this one in. Let me see what I can come up with for them! This one is a little long. Lots of letters to get through!! <3

Little Ones - Lyra and Harvey are parents to Evie Juniper. They adore her, nurturing Evie’s curiosity in her world and working hard to provide her with a loving home, even through their rocky patch. Lyra loves kids and had she not taken the path toward the valley, she would have made a wonderful kindergarten teacher. Harvey is great with kids. He knows he is tall, so likes to get down on their level when talking to them. He is softly spoken and always has a cool science fact or story about a plane to share with them. 

Yuck - What are some things they wouldn’t like? In a partner or in general? They’re both looking for connection so while both have had the occasional short term thing, neither of them were fulfilled by this. Lyra’s two big relationships - Harvey and Charlie - were both very smart, very quiet, academic types. She wouldn’t be drawn to anyone shallow, vain, etc. Very similarly, Harvey is reserved and intelligent, so we can assume the same for him.

Risks - answered here. Aftercare - answered here.

Hugs - Lyra loves a warm hug from family and friends. As for Lyra and Harvey together, he loves to hug her. He is so much bigger than she is, he loves to wrap her up and pick her up in a warm hug, pulling her in and holding her close. She loves to wrap her arms around him when he is sitting, so that she can enjoy a height advantage from time to time, or if they are in bed, she loves to have him rest his head against her chest so that she can hold him in her arms.

Affection - They’ve been through a difficult time, but before that and now as they rebuild, they are so affectionate with each other, checking in to make sure the other is okay, gentle touches and kind words. They both appreciate the little things, so sometimes they will show affection by little acts of service as well as those loving words and physical touch. This could be in something as simple as Lyra dropping a coffee off at the clinic for Harvey on a busy day.

Remember - As they reconciled they spent a lot of time thinking back over the lovely times they had spent together. There have been so many sweet moments they've shared, ranging from special nights in the city and of course their lovely honeymoon, through to attending town festivals with each other. Lyra's favourite moments were decorating the Winter Star tree during their first winter together, or attending the Night Market when Evie was a baby. Harvey remembers her first birthday in the valley and the weekend he moved in with her.

Volume - They’re quiet so they’re not going to be moaning at the top of their voice. Quiet, breathy moans for these two. Harvey will answer her dreamy sighs with low grunts or growls. BUT these two talk a lot, both becoming a flustered mess at the other’s words. Plus, Harvey is all too aware of the effect his 'doctor voice' has on her and will use it to his advantage. Harvey only calls Lyra by her actual name in the heat of the moment, using pet names for her at other times and our reserved physician will most certainly drop an f-bomb during sex.

Experience - Harvey is a doctor. He knows how the human body works. He definitely knows what he’s doing. He has a little more experience than Lyra, a few more notches on his bed post. He also pays attention. He will listen and feel for what she likes, tucking that knowledge away so he can reuse it. Lyra wants to make him feel good. He gives so much, never putting himself first. So she has learned what he likes and will make him feel so toe-curlingly good that he almost loses his mind.

Yearning - sex drive. These two hid their feelings from each other for so long, afraid of being hurt or being responsible for hurting the other that when they finally took that step, they could barely keep their hands off each other. They have just come through a rocky patch in their relationship. It’s safe to say that things are heating up for them once again. 

That was a long answer! Thank you so much for asking!!! <3

[gayghostrights]

For the airport prompts: The first special event that Arthur takes John out to experience, when they separate. Or! Arthur meets Yellow for a second time, while John meets him for the first.

I took the first prompt in a slightly different direction, but hopefully you enjoy it!!

Cross posted to ao3

“John, what are you doing in here?” Arthur asks, stepping into the coat closet and closing the door behind him, “I’ve been looking all over for you, I was starting to worry.”

“Sorry,” John says, looking up from where he sits cross legged on the floor, “can we go home now?”

“We only just got here,” Arthur says, “is it really that bad?”

“Yes,” John says.

“We just have to stay a few more hours,” Arthur says, “Daniel was kind enough to invite us, it would be rude to leave before they even serve the appetizer.” 

“Arthur there are so many people here I doubt he’d notice if we left.”

“I’m not so sure,” Arthur says, sitting down beside him, “you shouldn’t sit like that, you’re going to wrinkle your suit.”

John rolls his eyes, scoffing so Arthur knows he’s quietly calling out his hypocrisy. He scoots closer despite his annoyance, bumping his shoulder against Arthur’s until Arthur rests his head on it. John places his chin on top Arthur’s head, his anxiety easing the second he can smell Arthur’s shampoo.

“I hate it,” John grumbles, “I feel like I keep breaking rules I wasn’t told about, and everyone here talks like they’re making a joke I’m not in on.”

“I can empathize, people of this class tend to speak a language few can understand. Even when Inwas with Bella I felt like an outsider at these kinds of events. I still do.”

“So, let’s go home then,” John says, nuzzling closer, “I miss touching you, it’s stupid that some arbitrary social nonsense means I can’t hold your hand.”

“It’s also the law, John,” Arthur says, intertwining his fingers with John’s.

“The law it’s stupid too.”

“I have to agree with you on that, my friend,” Arthur says, “but as it stands I’d rather not stick out at an event my father-in-law invited us to. Least of all when I’m hoping we can expand our clientele.”

“We’re not going to expand anything hiding in here,” John mumbles.

“Exactly my point,” Arthur says, all but climbing in John’s lap and he tries to press closer, “the sooner we socialize the sooner we can get it over with.”

John grunts, dreading leaving the closet for even as long as it will take to head home. They fall into a comfortable silence, and John lets a few moments pass before he speaks again.

“Do you think Daniel knows?”

“No,” Arthur says, “he might suspect something, but he certainly wouldn’t be inviting us to these sorts of things if he had any real inklings on the nature of our relationship.”

“Don’t ever wish you could tell him?”

Arthur lifts his head, and faces John, wishing he could look him in the eyes when he answers.

“If I’m being honest, sometimes I wish I could shout it from the rooftops. There are some days all I want to do is take you dancing  or to dinner, to hold your hand in daylight and let the world know you’re mine without fear of repercussion,” Arthur says, “ and then, there are others that I appreciate that this thing between us is only for us.”

John hums, leaning down to bring their lips together. Arthur places his hand on his cheek, deepening the kiss.

They break apart suddenly, jumping away when they hear someone fiddling with the door knob. Arthur scrambles to his feet as John untangles his legs and falls back onto his knees.

“Arthur?” Daniel asks, “what are you two doing in here?”

“John misplaced his wallet,” Arthur says, at the same time John says “nothing.”

“But we found it,” Arthur says, hoping Daniel can’t tell how nervous they both are. John rises to his feet, nodding and trying to keep his nerves off of his face. 

“Good, good,” Daniel says, “I was just coming to get Marian’s coat for her, she’s heading home. Such a shame, they haven’t even served the first course. Come along, come meet her before you go. She’s quite the woman, Arthur. Perhaps she’d make a good companion for your…friend.”

“Perhaps,” Arthur says, carefully, “but I’m afraid we’ll also have to head out early, Daniel. We appreciate your hospitality, but we think we may have cracked a case and we can’t waste another moment.”

“Working?” Daniel asks, “at this hour?”

“Yes,” Arthur says, “well, you know how it is. Let’s go, John.”

“Thank you for having us,” John says, awkwardly, trying his best to suppress the growing grin tugging at his lips.

[nanathott]

okay, I'm the one I asked for advice. this is a bit long so take your time.

first I must give you some context. i’ve always been a person who has a hard time interacting with people, especially making friends because i’m very introverted and quite shy and people usually think i’m scary bcs of my looks. that's why when i was a kid i didn't really have friends (just a few but weren't really close and i always felt out of place around them), but that was okay because i always had my sister who was a year younger than me who was like my best friend. even so with adolescence that changed and as we developed our tastes and personalities we began to distance ourselves, so i lost my best friend </3 and so i had to start looking for friends, which was extremely difficult because i had no experience.

but anyway, despite that in high school i managed to make friends, which made me very happy. and it was always fine, they’re very good people and i appreciated them a lot, especially for being my only friends.

the problem began abt three months ago when i met two new girls who are my classmates and we quickly became friends, which left me somewhat confused because again, it had always been difficult for me to make friends and it even took me a few years to get used to and even feel comfortable around my old friends. this, because (and this is another reason why i find it difficult to have any kind of relationship) i’m too cautious and distrustful of people, afraid that they might hurt me or abandon me (due to family traumas lol).

despite this, my two new friends made me feel comfortable super quickly and managed to break down all my barriers effortlessly. for example, i hate physical contact (or at least that's what i always thought, since it always made me uncomfortable, except coming from my little brother who has always been bit clingy) but with my new friends it's different and in fact i feel touch starved and the NEED to always touch them, whether in hugs, playing with their hands, resting my head on their shoulder, etc. things i never got to do with my old friends who i've known longer. i also feel that i don't have to restrict myself with the things i want to say and we share many more things in common than with my old friends with whom i used to differ a lot

i also feel that with my new friends i’m a little more adventurous, since lately i’ve been trying new things that i’d never have dared to do before and trying to enjoy life in different ways.

anyway, the thing is that my old friends feel a little insecure about these new friends of mine, even more so when i see them every day since we share classes unlike my old friends. and they always “jokingly” claim that i’m replacing them since i'm spending too much time with my new friends, even going out with them outside of class, which makes me feel guilty. but at the same time, my old friends (and this has always been a problem(?) in the friendship) never have time to go out, whether for classes, work or other activities, since high school we’ve always had difficulty meeting up and stuff. and with these girls we have similar schedules, so it is easier to spend time together but it results in insecurities for my old friends, even though they always reject or cancel plans with me (something that i always took as normal and never complained about bc i know it's difficult to balance responsibilities and social life)

even so, whenever i spend time with my new friends i think about my old ones and feel guilty.

the important thing is that yesterday i was organizing plans with my two friends for today when my old friends texted me to go out in the same day and for a moment i didn't know what to do, because i didn't want to cancel my plans but i didn't want to tell them that i already had plans and reject them bc i'm afraid i might make them feel bad. and in the end, i decided not to cancel my plans and reject my old friends because the thought of hanging out with them gave me a funny feeling in my gut (and i don't usually ignore those signs) which never happened to me before, and again, they made jokes about me preferring my new friends over them and that kinda stuff that made me feel bad about my decision.

and i really love all my friends but i don't feel good about the situation. i'm afraid that i'm doing something wrong or hurting someone but at the same time i don't know what to do because i can't and i don't want to stop spending time with my new friends bc i really like being around them but i don't want to leave aside the old ones either, even though the way they’re behaving does bother me a little and i think it's a little unfair they're getting upset (bcs I know those jokes aren't really jokes) with me for spending time with other ppl when they never have the time to make plans with me, which i'm not complaining about but it seems unfair on their part. but idk, maybe i'm wrong? i don't have much experience with friendships so i'm not sure.

but to close the topic, a couple of hours ago one of my old friends sent me several messages which i didn't get to read because she later deleted them all before i even realized she texted me, and i'm afraid to ask what they said, but i guess if she deleted them maybe they weren't a good thing? idk.

whatever, do you have any advice, nana? or what's your opinion on the matter? i'm really lost.

hmm… well i would follow your gut, u said you had a feeling when they asked you to hangout with them and u know urself best

i’ve always been the kinda person who just accepts fallouts with people so it’s hard to say what to do here, but people grow out of friendships, it happens

esp if your old friends aren’t making the effort to hangout with you much and always cancel plans, i’d follow your gut, but i do think you should talk to your old friends

this could be a situation that could be solved with communication so i would message them and let them know how you’ve been feeling

[wraithwars]

a/n: part 2 of the questionnaire made by @arisenreborn. first part can be found here.

ARISEN & PAWN (CONT) -

How do they both generally regard guest pawns?

Valkyrie gets a little nervous and tries to present herself as competent and capable as she can around guest pawns. She also makes sure to vocalize her appreciation for their aid. Nolan gets a bit competitive if he thinks a guest pawn is better than him at helping the Arisen. Sometimes it ends well, other times it ends with an impromptu challenge. 

What do they bond most over?

They bond over their mutual curiosity. Valkyrie always had an inquisitive nature, so when she finds out that Nolan does too, she makes it a point to share knowledge he may not know. Regardless of how useful it may be. He returns the favor in kind. Valkyrie always wrote information she learned in her journals, and eventually, Nolan does as well. She has many journals/field guides filled with many topics often accompanied by Nolan’s little doodles or annotations.

Do they have a favorite place in the world; be it a town or a particular area or view they’re fond of?

Again, Nolan loves the fields in Vernworth and often rests with the oxen. That spot is most relaxing for him. For Valkyrie, she actually likes the Nameless Village. No one there expects anything from her, they don’t bring up Arisen business, and, though she won’t admit it, she enjoys visiting Srail a great deal. (Everyone knows why except for her, it seems.) It’s just a good place to get away from being Arisen for a while.

What is the “silliest” order VS what is the “worst” order your Arisen has given your Pawn? (These things potentially don’t have to be separate.)

Valkyrie frequently has Nolan give her a boost. She’s short, he’s not, and sometimes some really cool loot is just out of reach. Finding her standing on his shoulders is more common than you’d expect. As for silliest, one time she told Nolan to distract someone. Because he didn’t know what to do he panicked and just made funny faces and weird noises while the person was trying to talk to someone. Hey, at least it worked.

WORLD & STORY -

Do they have any pre-existing relationships with any particular NPCs from before the start of the game? Has becoming the Arisen changed those relationships?

Valkyrie had met Ulrika a year before the main plot when she was traveling alone. Ulrika was the one who had convinced her to stick around and to join the relief efforts when the monsters and beasts began growing bolder. They were simply friends back then, but after she becomes Arisen, their bond deepens. Ulrika feels responsible for her burden, but Valkyrie sees her as someone who gave purpose to a life that had none. Otherwise, everyone else she meets for the first time. Same goes for Nolan.

Which of the four residences is their most preferred, and is there a particular reason why? Do you have any headcanons about the layout and how it’s decorated? Or: Do they have alternative living quarters (a family home, sleeping at inns all the time, etc.)?

Valkyrie likes the quaintness of the home she acquires from Mildred. It’s the only home in Vernworth she bothers to get because of the idea of having a noble—though she doesn’t have negative opinions of all of them—as a neighbor does not appeal to her. She fills the small home with flowers and other things she’s acquired on her journey. Also, half of it she considers Nolan’s space, and she loves seeing their collective tastes come together. The home in Bakbattahl has less personality in it, but she’s grateful to have a space where the pawns in her party can relax.

Regardless of whether you adhere to the in-game counter or not, how long do you think their journey took? Did they book it with a sense of urgency, or did things get drawn out - and why?

I added some extra plot stuff for Valkyrie, so the adventure takes up to a year roughly. Most of the time, she hates being idle and would often be occupied by some mission/task at all times. But there were times when her confidence wavered and she had to take a break to recover from the burnout. Those moments were often forced upon her, however, as she usually faces the Arisen tasks with a sense of purpose in spite of her condition.

Whether they’d still be together or separate - What kind of life would they be living if they were not Arisen and Pawn, but NPCs?

If Nolan had come across Valkyrie as she was before becoming Arisen, he would see someone without a sense of purpose who seems to be gliding from one moment to the next. She was still inquisitive and loved learning new things, so perhaps if something were to transpire around them both that piqued their interests, they’d become quick friends. Nolan is kindhearted, so he’d also probably make it a personal mission to cheer her up—even if it wasn’t his business to do so. I think he would still save her then as much as he does during their journey as Pawn and Arisen. Platonic soulmates if you will.

Nolan felt something change in him the moment the dragon was defeated, but he can’t place what it is, only that something unknown beckons to him. On a positive note, he feels more like his own person than he ever had before. His own thoughts and feelings are interesting to him, and now he can explore them without obstacles. Still, things are bleak, so he keeps himself occupied by aiding the survivors with whatever he can or remaining by Valkyrie’s side, offering support to the one who means the most to him. But he feels as if something is going to change. Maybe that something is their fate?

What does the ending and its aftermath look like for them?(TW: SUICIDAL IDEATION MENTION)

Valkyrie feels as if all her struggles were for nothing. She sees the faces of the survivors, and she feels sick to her stomach, knowing her getting her heart back is what led to Vernworth’s downfall. In her personal canon, things continue for a year after that point. They try to rebuild the best they can but things remain bleak. Scavenging parties don’t always make it back, and what resources they can gather are not always the best. Valkyrie is so filled with anger as well as hopelessness, that she often goes on expeditions and fights, challenging beasts with the secret hope that she doesn’t make it back. Nolan and those she met along the way are the only ones that keep her grounded.

MISCELLANY & AU - 

What would be their favorite show or movie?

Valkyrie would LOVE Brooklyn Nine Nine. It’s the perfect amount of humor and lightheartedness wrapped up in loveable characters and great episodes. Nolan? A huge fan of animal planets and any documentary he can get his hands on. 

If they lived in our world, what would they do for a living?

Valkyrie would be a writer, and Nolan would possibly be a zoologist or vet.

What would be their go-to fast food order?

Not sure about Valkyrie but Nolan would be the person to order an absurd amount of food and it all be for him.

What kind of videos would they watch on Youtube?

I don’t think either of them would be on it actively, but I can see them both watching ���how it's made' videos together.

What is an AU setting they would thrive in, or you’d otherwise enjoy subjecting them to?

A modern setting. As in they existed in their regular setting only to be thrusted into the future. Something about people in a medieval setting forced into modern times appeals to me.

What would be their idea of a perfect date or hangout?

They would travel together. Nolan would pick the place he’s most eager to see, and Valkyrie would eagerly accompany him, both learning all they can about the attractions or the area. A lot of hiking and sightseeing too.

What’s that one random fact about them you want to yell about?

NOLAN HATES HIS VEGETABLES. HE’S A BIG STRONG MAN WHO HATES VEGGIES. He only eats them because Valkyrie gives him the mom look. If it were up to him, he’d only eat meat and bread for the rest of his life.

Share a theme song for each of them.

Achilles Come Down by Gang of Youths for Nolan.

The River, the Woods by Astronautalis for Valkyrie. Or Which Witch by Florence + the Machine.

[mdenvs3000w24]

Am I out of touch (with nature)?

Introduction 

Hello readers and fellow nature lovers! I’ve decided to begin a blog about my personal experiences with and relationship to nature. I assume many of you also have a love of nature (considering you’re exploring niche nature blogs on the internet), and harbor your own personal memories of enjoying our natural world. 

For those of you who are a bit iffy on nature, and prefer keeping a few inches of glass between you and the elements - I hope that by relaying my personal experiences and expressing the enjoyment that I derive from nature, that you may also feel some of that enjoyment, and consider connecting with nature more in your personal life.

(This is a picture I took on the beach at sunset in New Brunswick a few years ago)

Disconnected

With all that being said, recently I’ve been reflecting on the amount of time I’ve been spending in nature recently, and I came to the realization that I feel a bit disconnected from the natural world on an experiential level. Over the past year or so I haven't been going outside and enjoying nature as much as I used to, even though I love the outdoors. I don’t know exactly why, but I’ve narrowed down a few possible factors. 

First of all, we are in the winter season right now. I don’t know about you, but I always find it so much harder to enjoy nature during the winter. The snow coating the trees and landscape is beautiful, but it still feels kinda dead. Everything is still alive of course - everything present in the summer has to survive over the winter somehow. Animals are hibernating, still active, or in the soil below the frostline. Trees are still alive - they’re just dormant. But still. Even though I have all this conceptual head knowledge, I still don’t find as much enjoyment from going outside during the winter, and this reduces the time I spend walking the trails and parks that I normally would in the summer. 

Pandemic

The second major reason for this long term disconnect in my opinion is that I was spending a ton of time outside during the pandemic. With high school ending early and months and years with little to except spend time in nature, I went on innumerable expeditions on my bike to local parks, trails and ponds where I was hanging out with squirrels, birds, frogs, snapping turtles, and even snakes. I spent many hours outside during pandemic times and really connected to nature (while coincidentally disconnecting from the human social world in many ways).

(Picture of me chilling with one of these aforementioned snake friends)

Back to the present

Don’t get me wrong, I still care for nature and get to learn about it almost every day, I just lack the same personal connection of spending time outdoors that I used to, which I feel is necessary for true connection.

Back to the deep past 

Looking back further at my childhood, I always loved playing outside and being an “outdoorsy” person. As early as I can remember my mom would take me and my brother to the local park which had a small pond inhabited by frogs which I would catch (and release of course) as a kid. I felt so at-home there that I had to be forced to leave eventually so we could see the rest of the park. 

I really attribute a lot of my connection to and exposure to nature at a young age to my mother. She was the primary person who while I was growing up, allowed me to explore the natural world and embrace my innate interest in it.

(Picture of young me also holding a snake friend but in a less natural setting, to highlight the continuity of my appreciation of all wildlife including snakes from a young age)

Hope You Enjoyed My First Post

Well, that's probably enough personal ramblings for now. I hope you enjoyed reading, and got a little bit of insight into my current and past connection to nature, and the people who first helped me feel a sense of place within it.

[ihopeucomehomesoon]

Tbh, it just sounds like you're tired of being the only one putting in effort and having very little of it ever reciprocated back. While it's easy to blame yourself and call yourself the bad friend, I think it's important to feel seen by the people who are supposed to love you and be your friends. Having someone forget your birthday, or never reach out to you first, or show a basic level of enthusiasm to want to see you/interact might seem small and insignificant things upon an initial observation, but they stack up. Quickly.

It's too easy to call yourself petty, but instead, you're hurt and want them to feel some sort of urgency to reach out to you again. It hurts when they don't, and even more when you realize they might either be too busy for you or simply don't place the same importance that you do on the friendship.

After a while, I started asking for the things I needed from my friends in our relationships: what I was willing to tolerate and what I didn't appreciate, all just to feel more seen. You'll find that if they're truly your friends they will put in the effort to meet those needs. I don't know if I overstepped and got your feelings completely wrong, but I've been in the same boat and I just hope you get to enjoy your friendships again soon 💖💖💖

you got my feelings completely right thank you!! and i feel so relieved to read the second paragraph bc it’s exactly how i’ve been feeling recently. i feel like it’s hard for me to maintain my friendships with ones i don’t see as often anymore and it’s hard for me to keep on asking to meet up bc it feels like i’m the only one being overly enthusiastic abt hanging out and it makes me feel like the lonely one. i think i’ll just end up asking if we can hang out sometime this week or next week since i leave again and won’t be in town for the rest of the summer so i feel like i should put in effort for our last hangout (“last” at least for a while). if the friend ever apologizes about missing my birthday i think i’ll try to be clear with my feelings and how it made me feel hurt…i do want to feel seen as you mentioned bc they’re my friends and i want to be happy with them again

[abbatoirablaze]

Down The Rabbit Hole, Chapter 3

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: slight angst.

“Just the two of us,” he smiled, gently nudging her, “you and I…enjoying all of the special Valentine’s day classic tropes.  Which one should we do first?  Giant teddy bear?  Heart-shaped box full of chocolates?  A dozen red roses?”

“Abed…we-we don’t have to do anything special,” she shrugged, happy at the thought that Abed wanted to do something sweet despite his uncharacteristically non-romantic nature, “I just-I’m happy just being with you!”

“I’m happy being with you too, Tawney!”

“I was thinking though…maybe if you’re free tonight we could do dinner at one of our dorms?” she asked. 

Abed nodded, “I’d really like that!”

“So…have you told Troy that we’re seeing each other yet?”

A blush rose to Abed’s cheeks, “no…that’s probably the one thing about me that Troy doesn’t know.”

She gasped, surprised at the fact that Abed hadn’t told his best friend about their relationship, “but you tell Troy everything.”

“Honestly, I like that this is just something between us,” he admitted, “just the two of us are in on it.”

“It is kind of adorable,” she admitted, nodding along, “I mean…everyone kind of assumes that we like each other, but I don’t think any of them really know that we’re together.”

“It’s nice…”

“It is!”

“So…what other plans do you have today?”

“None really,” she shrugged, “I mean, aside from the group…but we both have that.  Oh.  We have class too!”

Abed chuckled, walking into the library.  He was quick to make his way up the stairs to open the door for her, before following into the study group’s room. 

“You know…I think tha-“

“Oh, Abed!  Tawney!” Shirley cooed, breaking Abed away from what he was about to say.  The young couple smiled at her as she waved excitedly at them, “Happy Valentine’s day!”

“Happy Valentine’s day, Shirley!”

“Happy Valentine’s day!”

“Do either of you have any plans after classes?” she asked, as each one of them took their seats.  They shrugged, not wanting to give away the fact that they were going to be spending the evening together.  She sighed, hoping for more of an answer, but then regrouped, “you know.  Andre and I are planning on going to dinner.  He’s so sweet.  He always gets me a cute little heart-shaped bo-“

“Classic trope!” Abed smiled, using finger guns to point at her, “he’s a cool guy!”

“Abed-“

“No, I’m not being sarcastic,” he said quickly, “I can really appreciate the classic tropes when they’re applied in real life!”

Shirley looked to Tawney and sighed, shaking her head as the rest of the group started filing in, “we don’t have much time before class…so what do you guys want to go over?”

“Do we really have time to go over anything?” Tawney asked Annie. 

Pierce giggled, “you girls could go over your nails and hot gossip if you’re bored.”

“What?”

“What?”

“That wasn’t funny,” Abed said firmly, looking at Pierce, “if you would have said something like-“

“Abed don’t help him!” Shirley said briskly, shaking her head at him, “oh are any of you going to the Valentine’s Day dance tomorrow night?”

“We could?” Abed shrugged, “I’ve never gone to one of those before!”

“Oh look it’s the cupid being!”

Tawney turned to see the creepy school mascot coming in dressed up to look like cupid. 

“Now it has arrows,” both Jeff and Tawney scoffed at the same time, “that’s safe.”

They looked at one another in disbelief while the cupid started walking around the table, handing Shirley a box of chocolates, and a rose to Annie.  Tawney couldn’t help but feel a little jealous of the two receiving gifts from a cafeteria worker and Vaughn. 

“He’s away on a vision quest!” Annie smiled as she looked between the rose and the table. Tawney then felt a pang in the pit of her stomach as the cupid being pulled a muffin basket from his cart and placed that in front of her boyfriend.

“You got something, Abed?” Troy asked in his own state of shock.

Abed sighed as he reached for the piece of tech to sign for it, “just another muffin basket from another actress who wants to be in my next film!”

“Does that work?” Jeff asked.

“Yep,” he lied, “Meryl Streep has two Oscars because of her baking.”

Shirley gasped, surprised to hear that coming from Abed, while the others looked between each other, trying to distinguish what exactly he was insinuating. 

Abed looked around at the table and realized that they thought he was telling the truth, “oh that’s sarcasm.  But I just forgot to inflect.”

“Yeah, bud-“

“This sounds way more like sarcasm!” Abed said sarcastically, “this sounds way more interesting!”

“That big bag at the bottom,” Pierce asked, turning his attention to the cupid being, “is that for me?”

The cupid being lifted his head from his orders to shake it at Pierce.  Troy turned towards him too, asking a similar question, “anything in there for Troy?  Troy Barnes?  Barnes, comma, Troy.”

“Who cares about getting things,” Pierce grumbled, “it destroys the true meaning of Valentine’s day.  The birth of Saint Valentines.”

“Oh good, now it has arrows,” Britta said as she made her way into the room with a cup of coffee and a pair of sunglasses.  The cupid being gave her a look as it passed through the doors of the study room, “that’s safe.  Sorry I’m late guys.”

“It’s okay!” Annie said quickly.

“You’re actually very early!” Pierce lied.

“Oh god I’m really late!” she said as she sat down. 

Tawney, Annie, and Shirley agreed with her sentiments, gathering their stuff and heading out, with everyone expressing their interest in leaving and bidding her a soft farewell. 

“Hey….wait up!” Abed said quickly, grabbing his muffin basket and following after Tawney.

It had been a long day for Abed. 

Jeff had admitted to him that Britta had gotten drunk and made a BCI voicemail for him the previous night. 

On top of that Spanish class was somewhat of a mess with Troy and Pierce jealous that no one had sent them gifts, so they had sent themselves something. 

And then, Jeff had approached him while he was filming, letting him know that things between himself and Britta had gotten worse, so Abed hadn’t thought twice about cancelling his plans with Tawney and inviting Jeff to his place to get drunk.

Only…it would have made more sense if Abed had actually messaged Tawney and cancelled the plans on her. 

Instead, he simply ignored his phone, forgetting about it after Jeff had encouraged him to get drunk with him in an attempt to properly leave a good voicemail. 

So when Tawney showed up at nearly ten, where the local pizza guy was passed out and Abed and Jeff were babbling incoherently, she felt like more of an afterthought. 

“Tawney…wh-what are you doing here?” Abed hiccupped. 

Tawney frowned, holding up the bag of now cold noodles, “i-I was trying to get ahold of you earlier.  I-“

“Oh, is that food for us?”Jeff asked, peering over the younger man’s shoulder.  Before Tawney could answer, Jeff had grabbed the bag and pulled it into the dorm, disappearing with it.  Tawney frowned.

“Is that-Jeff in there with you?” she asked cautiously, “Abed…are you and Jeff drunk right now?”

Abed’s mouth opened and he wanted to defend himself, but no words came from his lips.

“Did you…did you forget about our plans because you were hanging out, getting wasted with Jeff?” she asked.

“I didn’t….I forgot-“

“Save it,” she sighed, shaking her head at him, “I-I don’t know why I tried…thanks for making this Valentine’s day a really cruddy one, Abed.”

“Tawney…wait-“

“Go get some sleep!” she muttered, shaking him off easily and heading back down the hall and out of Abed’s dorm.

“Tawney….”

Tawney sighed as she listened to the voicemail that Abed had left her when he was drunk. 

She avoided him most of the day when he’d tried to speak to her, and thankfully she’d managed to make it to the dance without running into him.  But when he tried to speak to her she all but ran away from him, but seeing him now, at the dance, she was concerned. 

So she did the only thing she could think of. 

She hid in the bathroom and pulled out her phone so that she could listen to the voicemail she’d been dreading listening to all day. 

“I just made a turtle face at Jeff,” he giggled.  In the background Tawney could hear the giggling of the two men, before it got quiet and faded off.  She heard a clicking noise that sounded like him leaving the room, “I-I wanted to call you.”

She sighed at the pause in his call.

“I-I thought about you all night after you left,” he admitted drunkenly, “and-and I was an idiot.  I know that this feels like the classic guy making a big mistake and then throwing some big gesture out to win the girl back…but I-I don’t have a grand gesture. I don’t have some big plan where I throw an amazing romantic event that brings you back to me…I just-“

“Abed….Abed!” a voice called, stopping the man’s monologue, “I-what should I tell Britta?”

“Just tell her whatever…go away!” Abed said quickly, shutting the door once more before he turned his attention back to his phone, “I-I don’t remember what I was saying.”

“Oh Abed….” She sighed. 

“Right…right…I-I don’t have something to bring you back to me,” he admitted, “and honestly, I wouldn’t even know where to start.  I mean, you know me.  You know that I look at life through a lens.  So I don’t-I don’t know how to do romance…or dating…I’ve spent my whole life hiding behind a camera.  Making life seem like it’s some big tv show…following plots.  Imagining what life would be like if I were a character there.  I-I’ve never really felt like I belonged.  Never felt like I was a human…just a character on a show…but then I met you…I understood all of those tropes that didn’t make sense anymore.  Everything that felt too illogical seemed to make sense in an instant because of you…I-I messed up tonight.  And I know that you’ll probably be upset with me.  I ruined our first Valentine’s Day together…but I want to make it up to you…because you’re amazing Tawney…and you deserve so much more than some jerk boyfriend who puts his friend’s needs ahead of yours…”

Tawney bit her lip as the voicemail ended, and the machine asked if she would like to delete, save, or replay it.  Looking down at her phone she closed it and put it back in her purse. 

With every intent to find Abed, she threw open the bathroom door and was surprised to see him standing in the hall, looking like he was lost. 

Was he looking for her?

“A-Abed?”

His head snapped in her direction and he rushed over, the smallest of hopeful smiles playing on his lips, “Tawney…y-you’re still here.”

“Yeah…” she said softy, nodding her head, “I uh-I listened to the voicemail you left…”

“I-I don’t remember any of it,” he admitted nervously as he looked at her, “I-I’m sorry if I said or did something last night-“

She stopped him from speaking when she pulled his face towards hers and their lips met.  She felt him relax against her lips and she sighed when she pulled away, “y-you didn’t do anything wrong, Abed…I-I’m sorry….”

“I want to be a good boyfriend to you, Tawney,” he said quickly, “I-I want to be the boyfriend you deserve.”

“You are, Abed,” she answered, “you are…and so much more.”

Chapter 4

Tag List:  @lohnes16, @mckeeee-1

[tales-from-the-wanderer]

How my Barbies are connected, part 1

(Basically they’re relationships with each other)

Nancy

Roman: best friends since middle school and (fake) dating for four years now, he’s been her rock through everything she goes through and she enjoys his company. he plays the roll of her boyfriend well and is a bit of a follower just listening to what she tells him to do to act as a convincing couple. they go on walks together and have their own special spot in the forest where they open up to each other about things they’d never dare tell anyone.

Rose: close friends since they were five on the first day of kindergarten Rose went up to her and asked to be friends and the rest was history. They hangout at Roses house alot and have deep conversations together while listening to Lesley Gores music.

Robin: Former friends her Robin Rose and Nancy used to be an unusual close knit gang in middle school until Rose and Robin had a falling out and appearances started to matter more. she still thinks of her a lot and how she’s doing and sometimes they even wave at each other in school.

Ralph: Dallas Winston has a kid brother??? her younger brother and him are both in the same science club and she genuinely surprised on how this nerdy little kid is related to the Dallas Winston.

Michael:no known connection sometimes they walk past each other in the school hallways but that’s it to them.

Christian: not a big fan of him from the time he almost robbed Roman.

Roman

Nancy:his literal best friend and rock, they talk to each other about literally anything and understand each other in ways no one else does. he’s very appreciative in her involvement and leadership in their fake relationship.

Rose:friends, they’re both apart of the same group and are both bitchy and sort of dry so they engage in friendly roasts. A lot of Romans friends have had their hearte broken by her so they give him slack for being friends with her but he honestly doesn’t mind hanging out with her. (Basically a red head and a twink)

Robin: former friend they weren’t as close as Robin and Nancy or Robin and Rose were but they still had their moments together.rebel Robin kind of scared him so he avoids her and doesn’t have as much interactions with her as Nancy and Rose currently do.

Ralph:why didn’t anyone tell him that the nerd in Nancys brothers class is Dallas Winston’s younger brother???

Michael:the microwave guy???

Christian: last Autumn he tried robbing Roman only to stop when he saw the pathetic $3.50 in his pocket and basically went “you need this more than me” Roman was both traumatised and embarrassed from this encounter and avoided the streets for a while.

Rose

Nancy:her best friend they’ve been attached at the hip since kindergarten and Rose treasures their friendship. she knows about Nancys home life and how hard her mother is on her so she’s always insisting that Nancy comes over for hangouts and sleepovers.

Roman: friends, they enjoy insulting each other for fun because they’re literally a mean girl and guy who’s so sarcastic that people can’t tell when he’s genuine.usually her Roman and Nancy hangout together although soemtimes her and Roman go on walks together. he’s a bit weird but it’s okay because he’s her best friends boyfriend.

Robin:oh boy where do I start?? They met in sixth grade after being paired for a “boring” Tulsa history project and bonded over how lame and stupid it was. They became quite close to each other despite their differences and at the time they weren’t ashamed to let the world know of their bond.until eighth grade where something happened between them and tore a rift in their friend group. For the next two-three years they avoided each but Rose never stopped thinking of her and grew guilty over her actions. one day in sophomore year she pulled Robin aside and apologised to her asking if they could befriend each other again and Robin avoided her for a week and Rose felt stupid for it thinking that she crossed a line- until Robin went up to her and accepted her offer. For the next year they worked on fixing their relationship knowing that realistically they’ll never be what they once were but that’s okay, they’re talking to each other and are more honest now. she adores having Robin back in her life although she’s beginning to feel strange around her.

Ralph: no connection but sometimes she hears about what the middle school science club are doing.

Michael: who???

Christian: Robins friend who’s close to her they hangout a lot but something about their friendship makes her feel envious in a way.

Robin

Nancy:close friends in middle school until they inevitably drifted apart she knew what Nancys mother was like and understood her decision but it still hurt. despite this Nancy still makes the effort to smile and wave at her in school and she appreciates it she likes to think that one day they’ll be friends again.

Roman:friend, they weren’t as close in the gang as others were but they still had their moments. sometimes they’d go to the library together to study or discuss literature together which was nice in a way.hes still dating Nancy and she’s honestly happy for them although there’s something off about their relationship which she can’t put her finger on.

Rose: she was her best friend and whole world until eighth grade where everything changed… they didn’t speak to each other again until Rose approached her one day and apologised asking to rekindle her friend ship she was hesitant at first and it took her a week to accept the girls offer. they’re currently in the process of repairing their bond and are doing a lot better than they used to. they’re more honest and dare I say intimate with each other although Robin doesn’t like how in denial that girl is apart of some things she’s conflicted about this but she’s happy to have her friend back.They keep their relationship a secret and think it’s funny how people believe that they hate each others guts.

Ralph: Dallys kid brother, she sees them together sometimes and thinks that the kid brings out a softer side to Dallas

Michael: some random kid in school

Christian: her best friend they call each other the two Robins!! she enjoys his company a lot because they can just find solace in silence. when she’s not with her gang out with Rose they’re hanging out causing chaos on the streets of Tulsa. closest thing to an older brother she has.

Ralph

Nancy: friends with her younger brother they’re both apart of the same science club and sometimes they talk about their older siblings but that’s all he knows about her.

Roman:has no idea who he is

Rose:knows a bit about her from the greasers and doesn’t like her.

Robin:Dallas tell him to avoid her but he thinks she’s really cool!!

Michael: has no idea who is

Christian: Dallas’ quiet friend who he sometimes hangs out with.he met him once or twice and thought he was really cool but a bit quiet.

Michael

Nancy: he’s seen her in school before and thinks she’s really sweet sometimes she even smiles at him and he holds the door open for her whenever he can.

Roman: he kind of dislikes Roman in grade school Roman used to call him Microwave to look cool infront of his friends and Michael stayed quiet at the taunting choosing to leave it all on the past because they were all kids at the time. although on his first day of freshmen he was struggling to find one of his classes and plucked up the courage to ask the nearest person for help but this so happened to be Roman Turner who looked down at him with his resting bitch face and dryly reply “uh I don’t know it’s around here somewhere kid” after that Michael decided to stop asking people for help.

Rose:he’s afraid of her he’s heard about her in school and is genuinely terrified of being noticed by her he avoids certain corridors and waits a few minutes before he leaves school to not be seen by her (he’s paranoid guys)

Robin: hes afraid of her as well he knows about her ability to collect dirt on people to blackmail them and he’d horrified of her ever finding him or ratting out his secrets. he zooms past her in hallways and keeps his head down incase of the chance of them making eye contact.

Ralph: has heard of Dallas Winston’s kid brother but he doesn’t know him.

Christian: hears rumours about him robbing soc boys and hopes that if he ever crosses paths with him that the older boy will believe he’s a greaser. he’s on Michael’s list of people he’s afraid of and to avoid.

Christian

Nancy: Soc girl in the year bellow him he’s pretty sure she’s dating one of the guys he attempted to rob.

Roman: broke boy he felt sort of sorry for robbing sometimes they walk past each other in school and Roman rolls his eyes at him with his classic bitch face.

Rose:he doesn’t know her that well other than she’s the soc girl who Robin had a falling out with in middle school who’s now trying to med their relationship. he’s heard things about her from school so he keeps an eye on her when Robin invites him to their secret hangouts.

Robin:his literal best friend they met one random day when they were 13 and 14 and became quick friends. he views he as a younger sister and is protective of her especially when she goes out at night.

Ralph: Dallas Winston’s kid brother he doesn’t know the kid that well but he’s tagged along on his Dallas’ hangouts once or twice in the past. he hopes that this kid gets the future he deserves and doesn’t go down the wrong path.

Michael: this kid intrigues him he only sees him in school and hardly ever out with friends or even on his own. he thinks it’s cool that he’s neither a greaser or a Soc and basically avoids everyone but other than he doesn’t really know him.

[stopmyhearts]

continued my first time listening to gallifrey with spirit

Why aren’t they talking? 🥺

Oh Leela is angry

Oh I like this, Leela’s so assertive rn

I could write essays on this speech it is so good

She wants to leave?!

No I want Leela to be happy

Everybody should love and appreciate Leela

Then so be it I like that she accepts what Leela says but she’s doesn’t like it

Brax made her take time off 😂 love that

What the fuck is that singing?

They’re going on holiday? Yay

I love that she just takes Leela on vacation

Leela’s wonder 🥹

Romana sounds so happy

Romana laughing >>>>>>>>>>>

it makes me sad that Leela keeps thinking she’s just there to be useful

you know what, i did not expect them to be so in a relationship here

You’re not stupid Leela yesss I love it when she affirms that

I love how she says Leela

A friend yay she admitted it! This is a nice contrast to the last episode

Someone I have come to trust 🥹

Be nice to Leela random people 😡

Stop calling her an asset Romana

She broke the window this is wonderful

I will never be over this

never

A bird?!

This is amazing

The laughing >>>>>>>>

it’s so delightful

Oh they are so wonderful

this is the best scene in all of gallifrey

You mean it? 🥺

Interesting that the sun is male for Leela’s culture

This is so amazing

I love their relationship

They complement each other so well

anyway they’re in love and you can’t convince me otherwise

I like their conversations

Oh Romana is being so whiny

You have a poetic wisdom 🥹

We have rested long enough 😆

That’s interesting stuff on time lord society

Romana being so whiny again and Leela so alive and joyful it’s so wonderful

It’s so interesting to see their worldviews

their conversations are so delightful

Romana getting so exasperated 😆

I love Leela being spiritual in this way

Oh Leela 🥺

It’s so interesting to explore Leela’s place in this world

Leela letting Romana find her

I’m sorry I quarreled with you 🥹

because I don’t know the way back myself Romana 😆

Which of us is wiser?

I love that Romana knows precisely how long Leela has been there

Oh that’s interesting

Leela becoming time lord-ish is so compelling

they’re so philosophical

I never wanted to come home oh Romana

I love Leela’s faith in Romana

Her pet 😡 I’ll hit you

Tbh I’m not invested in this subplot

What the fuck

Leela’s relationship with Andred is actually very interesting

But I think she should just stay with Romana, let herself be messed up by a lesbian situationship instead

What is it!

Romana sounds so soft when she thinks Leela is afraid of her

Leela’s view on regeneration is interesting

Regeneration in general is so compelling

Why his ego is the size it is 😆

Although there were times 🤨

Oh that’s so poetic

I like that Leela admits that she doesn’t know things it’s such a contrast to the time lords

the same can’t be said for him oh she’s pissed at getting interrupted

You’re an imbecile 😆

Romana your doctor is showing

Why is he not turning off those engines

the sound design in this scene is not optimal

Leela has our confidence

That’s some pretty intense whimpering

Who the fuck is that

Leela is so kind

Romana seeing her body as a machine is interesting though, especially considering she was tortured for twenty years

Oh that’s weird stuff

I like that she just started calling him Brax full time

She’s so manipulative sometimes I love it

Complicated plan

Because today is my day 😆

Romana this isn’t a competition

Oh at least try to enjoy it

Lalla Ward your voice

Those tanks sound amazing rn

Okay something is weird

Really weird

Oh are they changing bodies?

there is a wild woman inside me

Time lord senses oh that’s cool

They’re mixing themselves up

Oh that’s interesting

I love this

This is so ripe for character exploration

I wonder if Romana being dissassociated from her body is a Time Lord thing or a Romana thing

A certain unpolished charm 😆

Oh they’re both so good at acting each other’s characters

I like this

oh do get a grip 😆

And we give thanks that I can open my own door 😆

Okay that’s an interesting theory

But why would someone do this

Okay but what happened then

I like their role swap

Your enthusiasm is overwhelming

They’re so good at making noises

What’s happening

Oh this is horrifying

stay with me Romana 🥺

don’t leave me here alone!!! 🥺

Oh was it all a dream?

What the fuck

That’s fucked up

Romana 😆

I love that part of it still sticks after

Oh they’re so sweet together

All just because of some herbs this is so fucked up 😆

This is so loving

I love them

She’s so

I do not wish to be alone

There will be a place for you with me

Them <3

That is a much more beautiful view on regeneration

Oh fuck hallan

Beat him up Leela

Oh she doesn’t like him good for her

I like that this really went deep into Leela’s character

It is not easy is there something you want to tell us Leela

Oh that’s some interesting stuff

where could she have gotten that from? 😆

[mango-peeler]

Seeking for affection using Tumblr? Yes, you read that right, I am! There's no particular reason for this, though; I just feel like it :p Rest assured, it's similar to the other forms that you've come across.

To begin with, I go by H (for the time being, since I keep changing my identity; I hope this'll last for long). I've reached adulthood and am seeking a connection with someone aged 21 or above (much preferred, if you ask me). I purposefully didn't specify any gender because yes, fortunately, I swing many ways! Although, I am drawn to someone with a dominant demeanor since I am SUPER awkward and I have a certain difficulty in taking the lead in conversations.

More tidbits about me: (I don't know if this is necessary but my friends said this might help) I'm an INFP, expectedly, and my sun sign is Capricorn. I previously mentioned initial awkwardness, but once we connect, it’s smooth sailing. I respond to all bubble messages, and I appreciate if you do the same. I cherish being both a lover and a best friend in a relationship — playful teasing, sharing amusingly terrible memes, or even using profanity are all fair game. And while NSFW talks are totally fine, I'm not available to do any imagine simply because I SUCKKK 🍅 however you can be explicit gpp we're just the same anyway.

In terms of my musical preferences, if I were to distill it down to a top 5, I'd have to mention Fiona Apple (who's currently my pfp as well), Muse, Ethel Cain, Amy Winehouse, and Florence + the Machine. I enjoy a wide range of music, though, so if you're lucky you can get to know me better through our Spotify sessions. When it comes to movies or shows, I'm a devoted fan of the TV show FRIENDS (the foundation of my personality), Little Women, Pride & Prejudice, Harry Potter, and Brooklyn Nine-Nine. They’re my constant companions during meals and chores, although I’ve been rewatching Friends and B99 less often since the unfortunate passing of Matthew Perry and Andre Braugher.

I’m on the lookout for someone who treasures the same values as I do—words of affirmation, quality time, and acts of service. I'd love to watch movies or if possible, start a series with you. And I hope to have someone who not only listens but also provides encouragement when I’m feeling low. I’m bold in expressing these desires because I’m committed to offering the same in return.

I suppose that covers everything for now; you might learn more if you're chosen. And since I'm that shy about initiating conversations, my so-called manager will reach out to you and let you know who I am.

See you soon—or not.

️️ Love, H 💋

[shrimpmandan]

Hey I just wanted to say that I relate a lot to your personal post about being confused about romance. It’s pretty refreshing seeing someone else have the same “issues” as me!

I imagine it’s partially because of neurodivergency and trauma, as you said, but I’ve always had that same difficulty connecting to people. Crushes were always faked, people are easily cut out of my life if I decide they’re “not worth the effort”, I’m convinced I cannot feel the physical emotion of love in any form. Hell, even as a 7 year old I recognized that I felt no connection to my family members. “I love you” always becomes a meaningless phrase - especially since it is/was often used by manipulative family members and past partners.

I haven’t labeled myself as aromantic - the split attraction model honestly just confuses my tiny brain way too much - but I imagine it would fit me. Really it’s up to you if you’d use it for yourself.

In my life, I’ve kinda decided on my own definition of “love”, based on qualities that have been lacking in all the previous, abusive relationships in my life (both familial and romantic). Love doesn’t have to be a feeling or a bouquet of roses or a candlelit dinner. Sometimes, love is just enjoying spending time with someone, and being enthusiastically willing to spend the rest of time with that someone. This goes for both platonic relationships and romantic relationships btw.

My current boyfriend knows if all my neurodivergency and trauma troubles, and understands my unusual lack of certain emotions, including that of love. He loves much more passionately than me, since he’s neither ND nor nearly as traumatized as me - he still considers himself in a “honeymoon phase” even after ~5 years, he loves the usual NT romantic flair of roses and gifts and fancy dinners, and he seemingly never lost that “spark” for me. On the opposite end, I lost the “spark” a long time ago, I hate/can’t understand the cliche concept of romantic love, and I usually have to ask how long we’ve been dating 💀. However, despite our clear differences in this regard, I still trust him more than anyone - he’s my best friend, and he understands and cares for me more than anyone in the past ever tried to. He knows my conflicts with emotion and showing physical affection, and he’s knows I’m much more like a cat than a human, in that I prefer bonding via parallel play and just being in the same room. He knows this and accepts this, and that’s why I want to spend my life with him. Because that’s what I consider to be love.

This is a long-ass ramble for no reason lol, but TLDR: “love” is meaningless, so make your own definition. And I believe anyone can find a partner that they can love and be loved back, including those of us that have trouble with “love”.

Absolutely! I don't have the time/energy to respond to all of this, but I do genuinely appreciate the sentiment. Reiterating that I don't identify as aro, but I realized last night that the attraction I have for two of my closest friends is most definitely alterous, and that eased a LOT of my fears and troubles regarding what I was feeling about them-- not platonic, not romantic, just... intimate. Far more fulfilling that any romantic relationship I've ever had, though part of that might just be shit luck on my end.

Either way! The "hierarchy" of what makes something platonic, romantic, or whatever else is completely made up, do what you want forever