#You've no idea how much joy this brings me literally oh my goodness

[connectionterminated13]

XGSFJDAAAAVGHJOOOOOOh my God you captured his essence perfectly!!!! And you're right about oil and water I don't think my Henry would enjoy the fact that HH Henry Wouldn't let him taste puppet Charlie... Also his attitude around ghost Henry would find very annoying. After all he's met plenty of ghosts And most of them have tried to kill him! (Definitely not because of any thing that he did They're just evil obviously-)

My AU Henry (1990s) and @connectionterminated13's Henry meeting each other is like trying to mix oil and water together. I don't think my Henry's gonna be fine with the fact Inferno AU Henry just tried to tase (attempting to anyway) his puppet-daughter. Hope you like this, CT-13! (I promise I'll get to your ask in a hot minute soon--)

Finally had the time to get this out of my WIP folder, so sorry for the lack of proper posts, it's been a hard month for me. If you can't read my handwriting, the dialogue in proper text is in the image description :]

[vylithscat]

coming to meet your parents - obey me! hcs

trying to be a little more consistent with posts, so here's a couple thoughts that came to mind when discussing families with a friend! {also, don't mind any format changes, trying new things!}

prompt: you've got a visit with your parents coming up, but you're not sure who'd be a good choose to bring.. genre: general, you/your pronouns, gn!mc pairings: bros + dateables (minus luke)

You were visiting home soon, very soon actually, and your family wanted to meet these new brothers. After you said that you met them on an exchange program, they were all very sweet towards you.. And who knows what else you spurted out when rambling on and on about them. Your parents always gave you weird looks when you talked about how good they were, and you never realized when you talked about it until they cut in, “Are you sure they’re everything you say they are?”

With a pounding headache creeping up at the thought of all seven of them coming up with you and causing chaos in your parents home, you snapped your pencil lead and cursed under your breath before looking through your bag for your sharpener, only for a familiar hand to appear beside you with one in his palm.

“How’s my favorite student doing?”

“Oh, haha,” You dryly responded, your nose scrunching up at Solomon as you took his sharpener, “You only said that because I snapped my pencil, huh?”

“You were also staring rather intensely at your paper beforehand.” You let out a sigh and began explaining your situation to him, his face beamed and you couldn’t help but worry at the look of pure joy on his face as the two of you approached..

Lucifer

He didn’t like the idea when it came from Solomon

But then he saw your pleading eyes,, He can’t say no to you,,

When going up, he goes by Lucien around family

He doesn’t need to act any different really, but he doesn't exactly go with the flow, so..

But for the most part, you’re fine sending yourself up with Lucifer!

Don’t stumble over his name though, he might correct you incorrectly

Your parents will most likely enjoy your time with him

Well spoken, good manners, and looks put together when he first steps in the house

I mean, have you seen his outfit in the human world? C’mon..

Bring him along for some tea, lunch, really anything involving food and drink and a quick chat, he shouldn’t be a problem

Just be sure somebody will be able to check on his brothers while you’re gone

Mammon

He doesn’t like being called Mason

But if it’s you, he might give it a chance..

Don’t go out somewhere, he’ll somehow end up blowing his money and setting a bad first impression

Leave any money at home, seriously..

Away from gambling, he’s a great time!

Good humor, really chipper and generally a good man

Just don't let ANY bets get on the table no matter what, please..

Keep your time busy with eating and chatting

Follow it up by some board games or card games if you’re up for it

You could be up late at night, fucking around, and your parents would get a nice impression

As long as you keep bribes and bets out of the photo, you’re fine

Leviathan

Unlike everyone else, he didn’t need to go by anyone else, so slipping up wasn’t a worry!

But getting him to even come with you?.. Good luck

He’ll be practically begging you to think it over, invite someone else

Literally anything to get out of it.. He loves you, but not other normies

He’ll be beyond nervous meeting your parents

You don’t have much to worry about unless somebody brings up anime or TSL

Really quiet, nervous shuffles while you eat

Find a way to include games into the bonding, one that he could pick up as easily as any other game

Although he might get a little ramble-y in his explanations, it shows he’s very passionate!

Your parents most likely will find him sweet, a bit on the quiet side though

And, praise him afterwards.. That was a lot for his shut-in otaku self..

Satan

If you call him ‘Sully,’ even for a joke, he’s gonna lose it. So, Samuel it is! (please..)

He’s well spoken and usually doesn’t cause problems, unless he’s pissed, so really do anything

Best bet would most likely be a café, cat themed, maybe with books and actual cats

He’ll be in absolute BLISS

But save it for the end, especially if your parents like cats too, just to end it off on a high note

Will be fine with giving book recommendations to your parents

He can do most other things though, that’s just your best bet

Parents want to have a chat over some coffee? Sure, about what?

A dinner? Fine by him, he’ll try anything

As long as they don’t get under his skin too much, he won’t have a problem

And your parents didn’t have a problem either, they find him knowledgeable and friendly

And if they saw him with cats, they believe he’s more gentle when alone with you, so they're happy

Asmodeus

He finds his human name of Atlas to be very alluring

So he doesn’t mind, but you need to make it up to him

Fuck, good luck with him though..

He’s really bad at holding his tongue about you and anyone who’s attractive to him

Not to mention he’s an influencer, so he may care about photos before touching any food

And you can’t really take away an influencer’s phone..

But, if your mom enjoys makeup and nails, they’ll get along fine

And if you’re dad’s open minded, they’ll get along fine

It all depends on what your parents are like, really

For the most part it can go super well, or super bad!

Not saying to not to pick him, just,, know it’s a dice roll

Beelzebub

He didn’t understand the whole human name thing,,

Beel isn’t a bad name is it? Regardless he’ll go along with the Bryan thing

There’s no way your parents can hate this gentle giant

I imagine he looks terrifying but then he starts talking and you can’t feel anything but safe

Just be careful on the food wait and how much he eats, or he might get bad looks from your parents

But for the most part he’s a safe choice!

Big ol’ sweetheart, you can’t go wrong if you’re careful

If you’re ever nervous about how he might react to waiting, bring a few snacks

Just explain he’s a sports guy and maybe they’ll look past the absolute speed at which he eats

Overall, your parents will probably feel good about Beel

Just,, warn them if he’s coming, so they can cook some extras or cancel the outing plans,, please.

Belphegor

He was half asleep when you explained meeting your parents and the whole him being called Beau for the day..

He shrugged, “Okay.” Slept again.

When he realized how soon it was coming up..

He didn’t get enough sleep for him to stay awake really

Best to go to some sort of observatory with stars so he can point out anything he knows, either directly or indirectly to your parents

He is practically falling asleep on you though, so good luck

When he is asleep, just explain he’s been working hard and must’ve exhausted himself

Parents will be concerned, but understanding (hopefully)

When he is awake though, let him enjoy the stars and the silence

You may need a few more visits for your parents to form a proper opinion, though..

Diavolo

A chance to go to the human world and avoid his work!?

Sign him UP!.. Oh, a new name? Damien? Okay!

He’s gonna accidentally introduce himself of Diavolo, no matter what

Your parents are,, confused to say the least

I mean, you’re with a man who owns a HOTEL? Definitely hit high, kiddo..

Good news, you don’t have to worry about stumbling over things!

Bad news, Diavolo wants to experience so many new things in the human world that it may slip he wishes he had it back home

Even simple things, like certain fair foods,, like hot dogs.

It confuses your parents beyond belief but you can play it off that he was sheltered (I mean, he was..)

Overall, they have a fun time! Taking him to an amusement park was a great idea

They saw a great man who was willing to experience new things, aside from thrill rides..

Bring the man back, he really wants to experience that again :(

Barbatos

His duties should take priority, but Diavolo gave him permission to go for the day

With a cleared schedule and a carefully picked out outfit,, fuck does he make a good impression

But, he’s stiff and really wants to help out, especially with things like teas

To a point your parents are furrowing their brows at you

And you aren’t about to force Barbatos to not be a butler, it’s in his nature by now

Once he does sit, he doesn’t answer much about him

But he always smiles when he responses, is quick to refill drinks and checks on you often if you seemed stressed or tired

It’s a great impression, showing he deeply cares for you

And that he comes off as hardworking or at least caring for others

So, you really can’t lose unless your parents have problems with not knowing everything at once

Just,, know if you fall asleep at all, he may lightly tease you with your parents

Simeon

Seriously, how can you fail with bringing him?

When he found out from Solomon you needed a plus-one, he offers to join you if nobody else can

Accept on the spot or later, he’ll manage to bring something for your parents

Usually some food, like his sandwiches, or something Luke made with proper praise of the boy

Your parents do accidentally assume that Luke’s your son though..

Consider dismissing that before Simeon starts joking at having kids

Aside from the first-first impression, he’s overall very sweet

He can talk about anything for a good amount of time, and always has honeyed words about you

If your parents manage to bring up TSL, slip in that he wrote it

It’s good praise, albeit a bit embarrassing for Simeon

But if your parents enjoy the series, meeting the author would be nice!

They feel blessed to have him in your life,,

(Regardless if they know he’s an author or not)

Solomon

Yeah, this was his idea, but after all the trial and error..

You invited him instead of the demons, for your own sanity

His title carries some weight, so there’s no doubt he’s known by your parents

But you assure them he’s not as bad as the rumors say

Get used to him intentionally trying to embarrass your ass, because he will do it ALL the time

If you’ve told your parents about your training, he’ll non-stop praise you and your skills

If not, he’ll praise your general learning skill and how you’re a great listener

In any sense, you’ll be very embarrassed by the end

Your parents will give you many smiles and laughs about it too

He does say some stuff weird, and dances around personal questions, but that's about it

He’s not a bad choice at all, just a little odd for a human

Your parents will get a good impression of him and (hopefully) change their views about him

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As a fellow smosh and taylor swift enjoyer, idk if you've had any thoughts on Labyrinth but gosh after the letter, it really hit me as Anthony coded. Especially with "I'll be getting over you my whole life" and "Lost in the labyrinth of my mind" like our boy was thinking and pondering for literal years

Yay! I’m always happy to meet more swifties in the ianthony fandom! 💗

And Labyrinth is a great pick!

I think I can honestly see a lot of the lyrics applying to both of them

Let’s start with the verses:

"It only hurts this much right now"

Was what I was thinkin' the whole time

Breathe in, breathe through, breathe deep, breathe out

I'll be gettin' over you my whole life

→ I honestly cannot decide who these lyrics apply more to

→ Like on the one hand i agree that it sounds a lot like Anthony

→ like while he was making the decision to leave; when he asked Ian to come with him and then again after he actually made the cut and left smosh (and Ian) behind him

→ like reassuring himself that it might hurt, but it’s the right thing to do for himself even if he still mourns the loss of their friendship

→ but I also feel like it relates a lot to Ian post their split, especially once he realised that Anthony really didn’t want anything to do with him anymore

It only feels this raw right now

Lost in the labyrinth of my mind

Break up, break free, break through, break down

You would break your back to make me break a smile

→ Yeah, this verse is so Anthony-coded, especially with the labyrinth part that you mentioned

→ and the “break up/free/through/down” describes his journey during that time so well!

→ but also that last line feels so accurate to their dynamic → like we can see how easily Ian can make Anthony genuinely laugh in recent videos and how heartbreaking it must have been to loose that sort of ease back then

You know how much I hate

That everybody just expects me to bounce back

Just like that

→ and this pre-chorus just screams Ian to me

→ like how lost and pressured he felt when Anthony left

→ and how much he mourned the fact that he never really found another person he could bounce his ideas off as well as he did with Anthony

→ and also bringing in the defy drama and in general a lot of ppl disliking the way the channel developed after the split

but then we have the chorus:

Oh no, I'm fallin' in love again

I thought the plane was goin' down

How'd you turn it right around?

→ of course the “falling in love” part is very romance coded and whether that’s someones cup of tea or not, I think it could also be argued that they fell back in love with eachother in a platonic way

→ like just rediscovering the joy they once felt with eachother

→ the part of themselves that they believed was lost for good over time

-> only to be proven wrong and seeing it all turned back around (through both of their hard work on themselves) to them reuniting and making stuff for their channel in their own way again

Hope you liked my added comments!

I love when ppl send me their own lyric/song ideas for pairings since it's literally one of my favourite things to delve into!

[musette22]

Hey darling, how are you doing? I hope you're doing amazing, but either way, please know that we (I should speak for myself only, but I'm sure there are plenty of others here who feel the same!) appreciate you talking about anything you like/want to talk about, whether it's about your personal life, or other hobbies and interests, shitty dates, nice dates, literally anything! I for one love to read everything you have to say, whether it's negative or positive; I love the gorgeous pictures you take and share with us from your trips, and just.. THANK YOU for sharing yourself with us! This was just a side-note though.

Ashamedly, I'm not always vocal enough about these things, but I just remembered that you've expressed how much it means to you, so here I am, writing this because I suddenly thought of you for some reason, and just the thought of you made me feel better (I'm sick and soo whiny right now by the way, lol) so I was like I GOTTA spam her. Duty is being fulfilled, I guess. 😂

But my real message is this:

I love your fics and writings and I mean it. you have absolutely no idea just how many times your fics -that I've reread dozens of times and will continue to do so eagerly!- helped me cope with different situations, whether it was when I'm sick and feel weak and depressed like I am right now, or if I was going through a professionally or an emotionally stressful period of time, it doesn't matter. I always read your fics, and a lot of other people's whom I don't know unfortunately, but I hope every writer knows this nevertheless. Just know that right now, I'm so incredibly grateful for your existence and your works, and putting yourself out there, because that's why I'm able to cope right now, and oh so many other times. This is a very awkwardly structured paragraph and I'm completely aware of that. But I just want you to know how deeply grateful I am for you, your fics and writings specifically, they've been huge parts of many of my days for the past couple years, and they've always made it better, easier for me. And that's a LOT, okay?

You may not be appreciated enough, but you are appreciated.

The same goes for every other writer, if you're a writer and you're seeing this, you deserve the best & thank you for sharing pieces of yourself so gracefully.

I wanna say that's all, but it's not, rest of it is beyond my vocabulary though, so again, thank you! Take care sweetheart! 💕💙

Oh wow 🥺 I'm literally blow away by your message, sweetheart. You're so unbelievably kind and sweet and generous, I'm just a little bowled over by it! Thank you, so so much, for your kind words and your thoughfulness, you have no idea how much it means, truly 💖💖

I'm so very sorry to hear that you're not feeling well at the moment, that's awful! I hope you'll feel much better very soon, and please take care of yourself!! Drink lots of tea and eat healthy foods, sleep lots and be as kind to yourself as you are to me and others, okay? ❤️ And in the meantime, if you ever need to get anything off your chest, please don't hesitate to message me to rant or vent or share anything at all! I'm always more than happy to listen and offer whatever advice or relief I can 🙏🏻

And thank you for appreciating me 😭 I'm so grateful for everything you said about me sharing bits of my life on here, that's honestly so heartwarming to hear! I will definitely keep that in mind, thank you so much, lovely. And as for your wonderful words about my writing.... you're gonna make me cry, but in a good way... Aaaahhh I'm just so 🥺🥺 Writing is hard sometimes, especially when life is exhausting, but it's so fulfilling too, and so rewarding when you get amazing feedback like this from lovely people like you! I am overjoyed to know that my stories have been able to bring you some joy and comfort whenever you needed it, that means more to me than I can say. Thank you for sharing that with me! 🫶🏼

And I know exactly what you mean - I'm also deeply, deeply grateful for every other brilliant writer whose work I've enjoyed at various times in my life, and I am just so happy that there are so many people out there who love things so much that they'll create beautiful things for others to enjoy for free. How crazy wonderful is that?? Forever grateful for fanfiction and fanart etc., and so so happy to share my own creations with people who appreciate them as much as you do 💗

You're appreciated right back, my darling! So, so much. I am hugging you so hard in my mind right now, and I am wishing you the speediest of recoveries and sending you all the love and healing vibes!! Hope you feel better soon, and once again: THANK YOU 🙏🏻💫❤️

[andypantsx3]

Hello Andy! I just wanted to express my gratitude to you. I have enjoyed reading your stories for a while now. They are like a warm blanket on a cold day. I think your skill as a writer is extraordinary. There's something so distinct about the way you can make people relate to the reader in your stories. Really, I think you have healing powers. That's how much your stories turned my bad days to good ones. Anyway, apologies for rambling, but I just wanted to let you know your work is bringing literal joy to people's lives :3

On another note, I was wondering if you've considered writing for new characters? In the future, I mean. And if so, who do you have in mind? It's so amazing seeing you depict these characters as I quite adore your perspective on them. What do you think about Aizawa, for example? He is my absolute favorite, I would love to hear your thoughts on him as a character or a possible future story material :3

Ahhhh thank you so much!!!! I screenshotted this and I'm putting in my lil folder of faves. This means so much, thank you for loving my fics and my weird little readers. 🥺🥺

Omg I love Aizawa but I'm so intimidated by the idea of writing him!! He's one of those characters that deserves so much special care, I would be so worried about mischaracterizing him or getting him wrong. (Not that any of the ones I have already written for don't deserve that, but you know what I mean.) He seems like he would be especially hard to get right!!

I do think someday I would like to try him but I would want to build up my confidence in characterization first, and I'm not there yet. I am just dying to write about his little manbun though, I will say that lmao.

I would also like to diversify my love interest portfolio as well lol. Eventually I would also like to write oneshots for Sero & Natsuo Todoroki, and I have an unfinished Garbage Fest request for Amajiki that I still need to work on. (And also one for Gang Orca but we're not thinking about that one lmao).

And I want soooo badly to write a full series for Dabi/Touya; that is definitely in the cards for sure!

Outside of BNHA I also think I want to write some JJK stuff for Gojo (no one @ me) and eventually something with Yuuta.

Anyway that's what's on my roadmap!! Please send good vibes my way in hopes that I can accomplish these all someday!!

(OH!! And also if I ever get into Haikyuu I have my eye on Kuroo, if I ever get into Trigun I think I might like Wolfwood, and if I ever get into Genshin, I'm looking directly at Childe, and now Alhaitham... But getting into the game seems like a huge commitment, so we will see lmao.)

[hungeringheart]

heyhey!! i was wondering if i could get a session analysis? we have a heir of blood (P), knight of space (D), thief of time (D), page of light (D), prince of life (P) and a mage of void (P) !! thank you!!!

Oh, hello! As always, it's a joy and a pleasure to see people asking me for my opinions about things. It really makes me feel something quite nice, maybe a sense of interpretational authority, maybe just the fondness of being able to do something for a community. Thank you for taking the time, and especially thank you for going to the trouble of including these characters' moon sways, they help quite a bit!

You've waited a long time and I don't want to keep you longer, so I'll try not to be too longwinded. Still, let's dive in and see one among the many ways this could go!

Dramatis Personae

PROSPIT

Heir of Blood

Prince of Life

Mage of Void

DERSE

Knight of Space

Thief of Time

Page of Light

The Lay of the Land

This is sort of becoming a habitual heading, isn't this? Thank you for bearing with my search for a good conventional formatting.

First, let's examine our Prospitian heroes - the characters whose relationship to the game itself is accepting and passive, though not strictly always positive.

Insomuch as Blood has an Heir,

Blood in this game is strong but in decline, and for this player it is their natural element. An age is waning, a time is drawing to a close -- an age of unity, of suffering, of bonds, of obligations, of nobility. Among some other things. The Heir has no reason to question or be unhappy with this outlay at first. But will that last?

On a personal level, if you put a gun to my head and said, M, write an Heir of Blood, I would probably literally make them an inheritor of responsibility for some kind of awful crime against humanity in addition to being an heir literally.

No one has to my knowledge ever looked into whether Blood (as suffering, as family, as intimacy, as caste, as bonds) is fundamentally a human or a troll cultural concept -- the derivation of the concept seems human ("the blood of the covenant..."), but the trolls' society is based (not with much fidelity; that would be beside the point) on an American Protestant imagining of the society in which Jesus lived, which also produced the thing it seems like, as seen through the lens of Hussie's own culture. (He isn't Jewish, so it's understandable that he chose this Pharisaic sort of concept to pair with the imagery of modern and forecasted capitalist America for Alternia's vibes, since it is very important textually for Karkat's development and character that Kankri is Troll Christ).

Terezi is vaguely practicing Troll Jewish by joking WoG, but everyone counts if you want them to -- and the reason I bring this up is that as funny as the implication of Rabbi Terezi is, it's worth noting that within the comic's universe the trolls have no idea that they're sort of Animorph Pharisees/Sadducees (insofar as someone not Jewish from Detroit could use them allegorically). They could very well have the concept of elemental Blood in a totally different derivation, in universe, from how the kids think of it, and they may or may not also have the dual concept of blood as store of life, blood as that which is avenged, blood as pollutant and also blood as purificant. Blood could well imply something genetic when seen through a human lens that I don't think it would for trolls.

In fact, if we read Blood and bonds as an elemental force the way we read Rose's Light, in light of there not being any human Blood players, we very quickly encounter the fact that trolls seem to once have been eusocial, and so for them blood may also have a spiritual or ritual element it doesn't for humans -- loyalty to hierarchy and to the inevitable way of things, since in a eusocial species all of a hive is a direct relation of the queen.

Alternia is a terrible place, but it seems their distant ancestors had a properly bee or ant or indeed humanlike concept of community, which they lost, possibly through violent social reform...

But that's speculation, and the Blood your Heir inherits and grows up protected by can, as always, be whatever you'd like -- reinterpreted across contexts or not.

If it were me I think I would take Blood in-game in a Breeze sort of direction; perhaps there's a Final Fantasy-like Lifestream, not necessarily literally made of gore -- gore can be fun, but have you heard of trees' equivalent of blood? Actually, Aerith's thing is pretty explicitly based on a Japanese game dev's reading of Kabbalah. Xylem and phloem, and more intriguingly, the intersection of blood and mycelium...?

This is getting a bit unfocused.

In that there is a Prince of Life,

Life is perhaps in peril, or about to make a turnabout. I haven't written before about the importance to my classpecting of Ursula le Guin's personal cosmology, and especially of her conceptualization in Always Coming Home of cycles or spirals of alternating polarities striving for balance, separated and joined by a hinge.

In that the Prince is a destroyer class who destroys with or destroys their aspect, they can be interpreted as acting at the time of such a hinge, in a way that turns it decisively towards or away from the next phase of life.

Whether they're anathema to the current way of things or fiercely uphold it, this is a vigorous and interesting player to have in this game! But we've established that this game occurs at the end of something - so, what does that mean for the Prince?

Your call as usual -- but let's return to that concept of the Lifestream. A Prince needs something significant to marshal or destroy; I think that on this one's planet, the Something could be a dying spring, which they can choose whether to nourish and restore or to let die. Or it could be the sea -- that's a very timely anxiety, I think, the sick and struggling sea.

I think people neglect the element of the Prince's arc where they have to sort of grow into it, or turn into something worse trying -- in relation to Life in the balance, I think this is probably especially concerning... but surely as a Prospit player this Prince understands that!

In that there is a Mage of Void,

Void is something to be approached with curiosity and understood. That seems to actually fit quite well with our nascent theme of change and reaction to change! A Mage traditionally is read as someone who understands for their own benefit, but I think that "their own benefit" here might be somewhat tempered by their Prospit sway, which means they are not struggling or rebelling, and they're more likely to share their findings with the team, even if the learning mostly benefits them.

There are a lot of Voids in this game, lots of mysteries and unsaid things -- what are the party going to do with their very concept of society, given one of the themes is Blood - bonds, struggle, revolution, mutation, change?

What's the situation with Life, where's that going? What's happening with the Furthest Ring?

A mage may ultimately be able to see these things and choose to act on them. But for the most part, I think, here, they may not do so for a while.

But they can't wait forever. As this is a time of change, our friends the living nightmares of the Furthest Ring are stirring; the hard drive must be wiped and the universe must turn.

Perhaps the Mage is here as a sort of canary in the coal mine. Or is Void a kinder thing here, curious in turn about bright matter and the other side of being?

On, anyway, to Derse.

Given that Space has a Knight,

We're beginning to see some complications in our narrative.

Space, you see, probably shouldn't have a Knight and no one else - the Knight assists in the creation of the frog, by convention. But whom does this Knight assist?

If a Knight has Space, which is to say if the aspect of creation, room to live and physical dimension is assigned to someone who doesn't really create but only encourages and keeps safe, maybe that means another player who should have been there is not. Maybe that means they have to make do with what they have, even if they're not as talented, not as capable, not supposed to be doing all this.

If Space has a Knight, maybe that means it's in need of a champion - but how good at that could the second fiddle be?

The answer is obviously 'good enough', although as a Derse dreamer and a possible victim of the intended Hero of Space haunting the narrative, our knight may struggle with believing or growing into that; their struggles in life may blind them to their own potential.

Of course, old strictures and definitions of potential are easing up here. Things are changing. Times are new. Maybe now it can be different.

I really like this concept, but as always... your story is yours to tell, gentle reader.

Concerning the Thief of Time,

People with free and reasonable access to a resource are generally not possessed to steal. It therefore follows that this session's Time-supply is ... compromised, perhaps declining or already at a serious low. The world these players come from is one void of a sense of life milestones, poor in tradition and rootedness to the past and future, in desperate need of an understanding of cycles. And of course the players have a shortage of actual time -- eldritch forces are in motion.

The Thief of Time understands and fights this situation by stealing Time or from Time for themself -- they might begin by wanting to steal from their Denizen, and being a quite talkative kind of person who likes to waste others' time. They're probably quite an annoying teammate at first -- someone who enjoys wasting time and loafing around, someone unserious and quite blasé.

But all of that is about to change. Oh yes, that's about to change.

Nothing like a few hundred supremely tormentous time loops featuring the terrible fates of all their friends to set a body straight!

And, of course, if you like - but only ever if you like -

He is always already here.

Perhaps our Thief might eventually be induced to do something in response to that. Something quite terribly irresponsible.

And on that cheery note, what the dawg (Page) doin?

Happily (or unhappily) for everyone, they're a Page of Light, so even though they hate they life (they hate they wife) et cetera et cetera, not actually much.

A Page of Light means the session has a low supply of Light that needs to be built up, understood and utilized over time -- there may be a very dim effect overall, visually, but also no one knows anything (thus the Void Mage) and no one seems to be having very much luck or clarity.

The Page themself is comically unlucky at first, but hopeful and curious, which is also a fine and lovely thing to be in a session where the most immediately dangerous thing is the dumbass Thief of Time and the Horrorterrors will probably wait their turn if and when the Mage asks nicely.

But watch out, the Page and Thief share their ill luck, and the Page begins naive, weak and vulnerable, just as the Light begins dim and tightfisted. All it takes to lure this person - and Luck and Light with them - into a misguided grimdark spiral that might take everyone else with them.

This too, however, is SBURB.

Where do you think new Horrorterrors come from?

Oh, but it's probably not going to get quite so dire. They'll all probably manage to talk the Thief round.

Probably.

Might have to fight an army of alternates of them, but probably, indeed.

Unless...?

A Vision: Possibility

Six friends play a game. Let's pretend they're human, although they could easily not be.

One of them, an eager but dim young sort, entices the others -- a trust fund baby, a paladin player, a lorehound, a struggling and not very talented artist, and the friend group 4channer -- into playing this sick new game that's totally not a virus, yes they got it off of the world's seediest website but come on you guys !

Unbeknownst to them, it's much worse than a virus, but at first everybody takes it all in stride. Big deal, isekai forever no miss no dodge! They've read all about it.

At first they stick to their delegations -- Mage researches the game itself and the consorts, Prince tries to make some friends and get some material basebuilding done, Knight wikicrawls a dubious ingame wiki to try to grasp how frogs work, and Page attempts to be useful.

Thief does nothing. At first. But then an experience they have in a dream sets them down a dark path, and several progressively odder loops in, they begin to look at the situation somewhat unlike the rest of their friends... and their Denizen, and perhaps a patron Horrorterror with unusual plans as to how to stop the unspeakable and inevitable, the inexorable, the irresistible, is all too happy to help.

[white-lotus-pavilion]

No! because listen!!!

*you've unintentionally stepped on a minefield the that has laid dormant in my brain and now I'm obsessed*

It's actually so interesting the fact that in my head lbh's parents are a Female Alpha x Male Omega pair! The dynamic in and of itself is already so rare and interesting. Its just so fun to think about now that I'm thinking about it!!!

(my omegaverse brain is going crazy bear with me here)

Think about it!!! Wouldn't be so interesting to get something that just centers them specifically and how they got together like oh my God just think about it!!!

The pride and joy of Huanhua sect being an alpha and depending on what type of ABO you're going for this could even be a good thing or a bad thing. If we're going to go off of how ABO would typically be treated in a historical Chinese setting than being an alpha especially as a woman would be a death sentence given that alpha traits are horrible in ancient China. AND given that she has a dick and can't get pregnant? Oh that's soo much worse!

But if you're going by typical ABO tropes that also depends because the opinion on female alphas in ABO is already "controversial" we could go either way.

(I am personally of the opinion that if a male can have a womb and give birth then a woman can impregnate. It just makes sense especially in an ABO setting.)

If we're in a universe where being an alpha is a bad thing in the house man realm this could be something that she has to hide and TLJ is the one who helps bring out Su Xiyan's more alpha characteristics after she had to hide them her whole entire life.

Tianlang Jun after having to be a strong person his whole life, likely have to hide the fact that he is an Omega, because it is very likely that in the demon realm omega's wouldn't be treated well. (Another headcanon of mine is that the human realm and the demon realm have different perspectives on the Dynamics. The demon realm desires Alpha characteristics while the human realm desires beta characteristics.)

It would be so fitting if Tainlan Jun was the one who gave birth to Lou Binghe too!!!

Sure Su Xiyan's death would have to be worked around but that's a work in progress.

What would make this even more devastating is if we got the reveal that they actually wanted Lou Binghe because I want to disregard cannon and have his parents actually love him. And due to circumstances that didn't happen and now they're a fractured family with their mother dead and their father unable to love anyone anymore including his own son that he birthed himself!!!!

Leave it to me to always think of an angsty situation to add to anything!!!

LIKE OH MY GOD!!!

Just thinking about it is literally sending me haywire and given the fact that I'm actually obsessed with the female A and male O dynamic this is literally like a gold mine of an idea!!!

I need Fic's that goes in depth into this specifically ASAP (I know fullwell this is never happening 😭) because I'm actually obsessed now that I'm thinking about it deeper!!

No get out I'm sick of shipping rare pairs an unpopular ABO Dynamics!!!

I'm sick of it!!!

STOP!!!! 😭😭😭😭

I think that one of the most underrated reveals in Scum Villain was that Luo Binghe inherited his big dick toxic alpha male energy from his birth mother, and it actually has nothing to do with his demon side.

[crisispider]

good goof, such goof, like you're able to hit that specific DAD goof with your Peter that's just 🤌🏼🤌🏼🤌🏼 that also balances with an experienced vigilante and I'm just !!!! just overall neato and great

How's my portrayal meme - Accepting - @xenjoyedthat

BOOOOOOURRRRRBOOOOOOOOON MY GUYYYYYY!!!! (yes i said that with all of my Pavitr energy I have in my soul.

Thank yoooou! This means the world to me!! I'm so glad the balance comes across!! Peter is always a grade A dork and more often not a dumbass.. but like I think with Peter B. especially it's so easy to forget how smart he is?? He has had SO MUCH experience being a vigilante and i've been trying to make sure that comes through. uwu

-respectfully clutches your hands in mine- Where does one even begin on how much I adore you? Your take on Lyla gives me such life? The ATTENTION TO DETAIL ALONE! I just god it's so phenomenal!!

Not only do I think your characterization is spot on, and not only do I hear her voice in literally EVERYTHING that you write, you have brought her to life in such a way that is so uniquely your own and it brings me such fucking joy.

All of your headcanons are so well crafted and thought out, and god all of the stuff you've filled out for Nueva York?! and how Lyla fits into it all?! OH MY GOD BRILLIANT!!! I've been THRIVING off you moving all your posts to your new blog because it gets I get to casually read them as they come out and i'm just like YAAAS LET'S GOOOOO. You are so incredibly talented and I honestly mean that. All of your Au's are amazing, the different fun ways you found to get Lyla out and seeing the world and seeing all the different dies that there could be to here is just SO GOOD

Don't even get me STARTED on Peter and Lyla's dynamic. You know without a doubt that I love them so much! Literally every time they do ANYTHING on the dash i'm in your discord screaming at you about how cute they are or how devastating they are being!! and i just, it's so good.

I'm so excited for all of the plots, aus, and ideas we can come up with!

So to make a long babble short. You are amazing Lyla is amazing. Please never leave my dash. <3

[dragon-kazansky]

Lay beside me | Helmut Zemo

Requested by @cherry-season

Collage made for me @real---remy Thank you so much!!!

Another lengthy one. Steamy situation ahead 😏

Sometimes you wanted to curse the way the universe worked. It's as if the universe took joy in your misery and you could nothing but deal with cards you were dealt.

The four of you: Sam, Bucky, Zemo and yourself, were stopping off at a hotel for the night. The place was pretty luxurious, but with Zemo in the group, you didn't expect anything less.

After finding out he's a Baron, nothing he does surprises you any more.

You were actually kind of impressed. You had never stayed anywhere so nice before. There was nice, and then there was nice. This place certainly fell under nice.

"Why do we have to be working? Why can't this be a vacation?" You sigh, looking around the beautiful lobby.

"Perhaps this is a reason to come back in the future," Zemo suggest, looking at you.

"As if I could afford to stay here on my own."

You all stroll up to the reception desk, letting Zemo take the lead. He requests four rooms, really not caring about the cost. He assumes everyone would be happier on their own, thought he wouldn't admit he wouldn't mind sharing a room with a certain someone.

He glanced at you. You were standing beside him, looking over at the seating area in the corner. He smiled at how interested you seemed in main entrance area alone. When the receptionist addressed him, he turned his attention there.

You wouldn't say this place was posh, but it was just so... classy. You really felt like you stood out in your gear.

"There's only two room available, with the festival in town, we are otherwise full."

All of you looked at the receptionist as if she had grown another head. That meant you would have to share with someone, unless....

"The three of you can share right?" You ask, looking at the three men.

"You mean I have to share a room with Bucky and Zemo? No, why don't we share?" Sam gestured between him and you.

"And leave Bucky alone with Zemo? Is that a good idea?"

"Well, I'm not sharing a room with Zemo."

"Then you have to share with Bucky."

"Which leaves you with Zemo." Sam couldn't see any good combination out of this. "I would rather Bucky than Zemo though."

You glance at Zemo who was looking at you with a mischievous glint in his eye.

"Fine. I'll share with Zemo, but I won't hesitate to stab him if he does something," you warn, looking right at the Baron.

"Hey, I'm not complaining." Sam puts his hands up.

Zemo grabs the key cards off the desk, hands one to Sam and keeps hold of the other. Bucky glares at Zemo as you all enter the elevator.

Oh, it's awkward.

Bucky is standing behind Zemo, glaring at the back of his head. Sam is trying not to say anything. Zemo is looking at you from the corner of his eye, and then there's you standing there trying to avoid looking at any of them.

The ride up feels like forever. When the doors open, you're quick to get out. Unfortunately, you can just rush off. Firstly, Zemo has the key. Secondly, you're not sure which way the room is.

For a short bit you all go in the same direction, but Sam and Bucky have to break off down another hall to their room. Sam gives Zemo another warning, before reassuring you they will come quickly if you need them. You nod and let them go.

Helmut leads the way, unlocking the door when you arrive. He holds the door open for you.

"You first, little bird," he smiles as he gestures into the room with his free hand.

You duck past him and go inside.

The room isn't massive, but there's enough room to move around. There's a bed plenty big enough for two, a chair in the corner, a small desk and a stool. A tiny TV was situated on the wall.

It would do.

To be fair, you shouldn't complain. This is the nicest room you've had to stay in for a while. You walk over and sit in the chair.

Zemo places the key on the desk and removes his coat, hanging it in the small open wardrobe by the door. He turns around to face you.

"I apologise for the turn out."

You look at him stoically.

"It's fine."

Zemo was honestly over the moon he was sharing a room with you. He had hoped this would happen, it was an opportunity to talk to you without your "bodyguards" hovering around. Helmut hadn't had much of chance to sit and talk with you since your paths crossed.

"So, sleeping arrangements." Zemo runs his hand together as he looks at the bed.

"You take it. I can sleep in the chair." You were used to it, as much as you would love to relax in the comfortable looking bed. It looked so warm and welcoming.

"I won't allow that. It looks like we'll have to share the bed, little bird." He has a sly grin on his lips as he looks at you.

"You wish."

"There is no point in discomfort if the bed can fit two. I will not allow you to sleep on the floor or the chair. I already know your boys will come running if I step so much out of line. Are you really willing to sacrifice a warm bed for your own pride?"

You glare at him, but it's hardly threatening.

"No."

You stand up and walk over to the bed. You sit down on the other side, the mattress squashing down under you.

"Fine, but I meant it when I said I would stab you."

"I know," he chuckles.

The pair of you met up sigh the boys to have some dinner down in the food hall downstairs. Both boys checked in with you to make sure you were alright with the arrangements. You assured them it was fine, much to Zemo's delight.

Helmut assured you that you could order whatever you wanted, but you kept it pretty casual, not feeling good about leaching off him off him like this.

After the meal, you returned to your room.

You took off most of your gear and grabbed the remote for the TV. You decided to get comfortable in the bed and watch something.

Zemo disappeared into the bathroom to use the shower.

You really tried not to dwell on that too much. Yet, the idea of him in a steamy shower... no! No, you couldn't.

What is wrong with me?

You tried to focus on the TV, but you can't. You glance to the bathroom door. You can hear the shower running. He's in there, hot and wet... and naked.

Damn it brain!

You covered your face with your hands. You wanted to scream, but that would just bring him out to check on you.

You didn't hear the water turn off, or the door unlock moments later. You were far too occupied scolding yourself in your head, trying not to think about him.

"Is something the matter?"

You look up in shock, startled by his voice.

Now you're staring.

He was dressed in only a bathrobe, most of the top was open, his chest on display. There was a chain necklace hanging against the damp skin exposed to you.

You didn't realise the way your eyes soaked him in, or the way you licked your lips as you stared at him.

Zemo noticed.

"See something you like?"

You blink, shake your head, and turn away. He chuckles deeply as comes over to the bed. You feel the otherwise of the mattress dip down as he climbs in.

He smells so good.

Damn it!

You do everything in your power to avoid looking at him, but his presence is so prominent. You can feel him beside you.

Zemo is staring at you. He had been since he came back in. Your cheeks were flushed, you were very early trying to avoid him, and you were gripping the bed sheets like it was a life line.

He couldn't help grinning. He had no idea he could have this effect on you.

"Little bird~"

"Don't call me that."

"Liebling, then."

"What does that mean?"

"Nothing bad." He grins.

"I don't trust that."

Zemo shifts so he is resting on his side, one hand supporting his head and the other resting on the bed in front of him. He keeps his eyes on your face.

You take a glance.

His smile grows when you catch his gaze.

You sink down into the bed, still trying not to look at him. Your eyes on the TV, but you still have no idea what's going on. You can't get him out of your head.

"You must be tired."

"A bit."

"Sleep, I promise I won't do anything," he speaks softly.

"I know."

He chuckles softly. He watches as you try and get more comfortable. You let out a relieved sigh when you find the right spot. He just watches you.

"This must be nice for you," you say, looking up at the ceiling.

"What do you mean?"

"Staying in a lavish hotel, sleeping in a big bed... and the company."

"I suppose. Though you get used to being alone in a cell," he states.

You give in and roll over, racing him. You have to look up since he is propped up over you. He smiles softly down at you.

The scent of the hotel soap wafts past your nose. God, it makes you want to do things.

Brain, stop it.

Your eyes are drifting to his chest again.

"What's going through that head of yours?"

"Nothing!"

"I don't believe you."

"Well it's the truth."

"I don't think so," he whispers.

"What do you think then?"

"Judging by the way you keep looking at me, and not at my eyes I might add, I think you have plenty on your mind."

"Well," you try not to blush too much as you meet his beautiful brown eyes, "if you knew how to tie a robe properly, I wouldn't be staring."

"I don't mind you staring."

"I mind." You sit up and glare at him.

"Show me how to tie a robe then." Zemo sits up in the bed and untied the belt, allowing the robe to fall open. He sits there looking smugly at you.

You have no idea where to look.

"Oh my God!"

He laughs. The sound send shivers down your spine. It was the most genuine sound you had ever heard. He may laughing at you, but you would give anything to hear that sound again.

"Show me."

You shake out of your thoughts and look at the belt he has left laying on either side of him. You have to move closer to him to get a good angle. You sit up and face him, trying to avoid straddling him. You grab the robe and close it over him, trying so hard not to stare. Though, your eyes did wonder, you stopped yourself when you realised he is literally only wearing the robe.

One of his hands reach up and tuck under your chin, bringing your eyes to meet his. The smile on his face is subtle. His eyes take in your beauty.

"Don't be shy. You can look."

You shake your head softly and continue to close his robe, ignoring the obvious below his waist. Was he really turned on by this?

His hand had drifted from your chin to your cheek. His thumb brushed gently across your cheekbone as you tied the belt around him. This time there was far less on view.

"Done," you whisper.

His thumb moves to brush against your bottom lip. His touch is so gentle and ghost like. Your hands are resting over his covered chest. You can feel his heart beating under your hand.

Before you can think too much about it, his arms are looping around you and pulling you down into his chest. Your face falls inches away from his face. His eyes flicker over your face, taking in every little detail. Your leg drapes over his as he captures your lips with his. He's careful to roll you over so you're against the bed and he's over you. His kiss becomes more fierce when he realises you're not pushing him away. Your hands loop around his neck to hold him against you. He moves from your lips to your jaw, down your neck, pulling at the collar of your top to kiss as much skin as can access.

That's when you stop him. You place your hands on his shoulders and push him back.

"This is wrong..."

"You weren't giving that impression," he moves his face back to yours, an inch of space rests between you.

"Zemo-"

"Helmut, please."

"Helmut... I can't. It feels like I'm betraying their trust."

"They'll never have to know."

"But I'll carry that guilt with me."

Those stunning eyes of his turn almost sad. His tongue runs across his bottom lip as he moves from above you. Zemo settles on side next to you, laying as close as he can to you.

"Then allow me tonight to hold you. I may not get this chance again." He holds his arm open to you.

You admire his messy hair and soft gaze. He offers you a tiny smile. You roll over and settle into his chest, his arm drapes around you and he gathers you into his embrace. He plants a kiss to your head as you rest against his chest.

"Sleep. I want to hold you for a while."

You tilt your head up to kiss his jaw and settle into his arms, closing your eyes and listening to the way his heart races.

You wanted to tell yourself Zemo was just lonely, but as you lay there with him, you wondered of he held you in high regard. Perhaps there was more to this than you were thinking.

In the morning when you wake, you're still tangling in his arms. Your head was on his chest, his arms were still wrapped around you, though loosely. Your legs were tangled with his and his head nestled against yours.

You lay there in silence.

You're not sure how much time passed before he woke, but you had enjoyed every single second of it.

When he realised you were still resting against him, he tightened his hold on your and planted a kiss to your head, much like he had done before you fell asleep.

"Good morning."

"Good morning, Liebling."

"I still don't know what that means," you mutter, not wanting to disturb the peace that had settled over you.

"I'll tell you later," he grins.

"I haven't slept that well in ages."

"I can say the same," he opens his eyes and looks at you, giving you a dashing smile.

"I almost don't want to get up."

"Then don't."

"We'll have to at some point," you tell him.

He chuckles softly as he closes his eyes again, nestling his face next to yours.

"We'll worry about that later. For now, let me enjoy this moment."

You smile and get comfortable against him.

"Alright."

Sam and Bucky and would throw a fit if they could see you now, but even that wouldn't be enough to stop how happy this man had made you in one night.

You hoped that, perhaps, you would get a second chance to do this. Maybe then you'll give him what he wanted last night.

Maybe, just maybe, something irreversible had begun.

@ajeff855 @moonstuffsteve @sky-writes-stuff @lieutenantn

[ailendolin]

Hello! For the fic ask game!

K: What's the angstiest idea you've ever come up with?

S: Any fandom tropes you can't resist?

W: Do you like more general prompts, or more specific ones?

Thank you for these, dear! 💙

K: What's the angstiest idea you've ever come up with?

Oh, that’s a good question. I think the Thomas scenario for my NatM AU is pretty angsty but since it’s mostly adapted from canon, I wouldn’t say it counts.

I have a WIP in the works that follows the premise of Alison and Mike have a little baby girl and the ghosts become the best babysitters in the world for about a year until little Grace Cooper starts walking and stops seeing them.

I know Babyfics are not everyone’s cup of tea but ever since Mary mentioned that babies can see ghosts for a limited amount of time I couldn't get this idea out of my head. You just know the ghosts would get attached to Baby Cooper and shower her with love and attention, and having that suddenly ripped away from them would completely devastate them. While my fic focuses mainly on Thomas (since he's my favourite character) I also show how the other ghosts deal with that loss and how it brings them all closer together as a family. It's essentially a story about grief, but also about love and human connection and I can't wait to finish it and share it with the world.

S: Any fandom tropes you can't resist?

Oh gods, so many. Obviously, hurt/comfort since I’ve been doing Whump Wednesday for seven months now. I just love characters taking care of each other and if the story ends with a hug or a small but gentle and meaningful touch, all the better. It’s always more about the comfort than the hurt for me when I write those fics. Hence why most of them have a happy ending. Bedsharing / Literal Sleeping Together / Bedside Vigils are also tropes I enjoy reading and writing, and of course, Found Family moments.

W: Do you like more general prompts, or more specific ones?

I don't mind either to be honest. I think both general and specific prompts have pro and cons that make them interesting and challenging.

But I wouldn't want a prompt to be too specific if that makes sense. Like, if the whole plot was already outlined, it wouldn't leave me much room to come up with my own ideas which takes a lot of the fun out of it. But if someone sent me a prompt and, say, asked for a specific sentence, character or setting to be included, that’s totally fine – in fact, I would actually encourage the person to mention those things if they want me to take their prompt in a specific direction. The main reason why I do Whump Wednesday and Fluff Friday is to bring joy to others, so the more general the prompt is, the less sure I can be that what I’m writing is actually what they were looking for. Which is why feedback from the people who sent me a prompt, especially anons, is so wonderful - it often puts those worries to rest.

[bisexual-horror-fan]

Im not sure if you've covered this already, but can you pls rant to me and explain why you like freddy? Personally I'm not attracted to him but id really like to know exactly what makes you go *hearteyes*

Feel free to ignore :o)

Oh dearest Anon I have covered this many times and I honestly never tire of it. I will HAPPILY go off about my main mans at any moment. Like I could never ignore this, so let’s get into it!

Lemme take you back for a sec. I was 14. Watching A Nightmare On Elm Street for the first time with two friends. We were enjoying it, vibing, I had never seen a movie like it before, it was my introduction to the horror genre and what a start it was. We get to that part with him on the phone with Nancy and that classic line “I’m your boyfriend now.”

Oof.

I dunno what it was but something about that line just GOT me so bad. That year for Christmas I was given a bunch more ANOES movies and I of course loved them. But the tipping point, the real place where it turned and this burnt fucking bastard got his claws into me was in Freddy VS Jason. Now at this point I was already starting to like Freddy a little TOO much, but then F VS J hit and there was no going back. His body language, the way he talks, WHAT HE SAYS, some of the BEST lines he has ever uttered are in this movie!

“I should warn you, princess... the first time tends to get a little... messy.”

THIS! This fucking shit right here it what GOT me hooked! Tied me forever to this fucker.

Okay but let’s really dig in. Why do I like him so much? First off, there is just something about how Robert Englund plays him, you know? This kinda energy he brings, playful, cheeky and a hell of a lot more. The overall body language, there is the swagger to it, I have said it before and I will say it again, it’s the confidence with WHICH HE DOES IT! The fucker oozes confidence and self assuredness and as a fellow confident as hell bitch I love the energy of it.

Love the whole vibe and backstory he has, the powerset is amazing too, it opens up so many possibilities! Like the idea that he can get to you when you are the most vulnerable, when you are asleep is just ugh, yes please! I mean I feel like from that alone it is inherently sexual, the man invades your BED for fucks sake! Like to hurt you and get ya he has to literally be inside you, if he goes into your dreams and your dreams are in your head he is literally IN there. He would be able to see every single little thing, all laid out before him, every thought and memory and dirty secret, that is why he is so good at what he does after all, why he is able to scare and affect people so badly because he is LEGIT in your head! Talk about intimacy.

Also he is a little meta and the meta KILLS me. Also fuck off he is funny, I know they are cheesy jokes and bad puns, don't care, love a guy who can make me laugh, even if it is a pity laugh or a cringing one because the joke is terrible.

The glove. THE GLOVE BITCH ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! Talk about a unique weapon, literally iconic, everyone knows the glove. I love the design of it, Wes Craven talks about the process of making it and how they wanted to invoke the most primal and longest held fear humans have, to remind you of the claws of an animal and I love it. I want that DISGUSTING glove all over me. The idea of it bringing me some kind of sick and twisted pleasure when it has brought nothing but pain to so many others is hot. (Plus maybe I want a little bit of that pain too.)

You know he is kinky. You just know it. I know that he would be able to get down with basically anything you wanted. And the best part to me would be the attitude he would have during it, dominating and teasing you in that oh so classic way of his, mocking and degrading, all big faves of mine he just does as naturally as breathing. (I Like It When You’re Mean To Me plays in the distance.)

That is honestly the biggest thing, I like, no, LOVE when whoever I am into and whoever I am with in the physical sense is mean to me. Take me down a few pegs, be a dick, a total asshole to me and I am yours, I get off on it way too hard. Treat me badly, be unfair about it, I am begging you and I KNOW he could provide that for me.

And the thing that totally helped inspire me to write The Man Of My Dreams is the fact dreams have no real restrictions other than your own imagination. You can do whatever and if you had HIM in the mix too? The sky's the limit. The physically impossible in reality becomes the norm in your dreams. Heaven and hell, pleasure and pain, what bliss.

So in short, I like him because of the confidence, the attitude, the powers, the smut potential that still feels like it could fall very in line with his canon self because he is horny for sure, the glove and first and foremost, for him being an ASSHOLE. So in short. Everything? Yes. Everything. I love everything.

Thanks so much for asking this Anon. A chance to go off about my first and still greatest slasher love is always a joy, thanks for this opportunity, lots of love to you Anon.

[bestworstcase]

ur opinion on 5 (or however many) most prevalent/aggravating/etc. trends you've seen in the tts fandom

ohoho. in no particular order,

#1: "they did lance so dirty! he deserves better!"

ok.

the sentiment is correct but it's not the thought that counts!!

#2: character bashing in service of angst or whump

this is not a tts-specific phenomenon but it feels exceptionally pervasive in tts fic, perhaps partly because there are so many different characters who attract this sort of treatment. frederic, quirin, nigel, andrew, the captain, cassandra, rapunzel, zhan tiri, and the rest of the separatists are all characters i've seen get this treatment of being warped into abusive, sadistic, or utterly callous caricatures of themselves to generate angst for the author's faves, and with certain characters (frederic) (andrew) (zhan tiri) it's almost impossible to find fic that DOESN'T do this to them, and it's... very tiring. it makes finding fic that i actually enjoy something of a chore, because while there are tags i can filter out (a la "zhan tiri being an asshole" or "bad parent quirin"), most people who write this sort of fic don't tag their character bashing. it's obnoxious.

#3: the "shut up about varian!" problem

i like varian. i think he's a neat character. i even bumped him up to main character status for bitter snow. but there's a subset of his fans who act like the entire show revolves around him and it exhausts me.

like, no, the show is not badly written because moonvarian didn't happen. the hair stripe isn't that deep. varian being in s2 more wouldn't have fixed the pacing problems. cassandra using the truth serum on varian wasn't somehow worse than anything else she did in s3, and it's weird that there's pockets of the fandom where the mind trap is seen as this awful thing cass does to varian? hello?? it's weird that people rip rapunzel apart for the crime of not making varian her top priority at all times. it's weird that there are so many fics where zhan tiri is obsessed with varian to the point of calling him "young demanitus." it's weird that momtiri was a thing at all. it's weird that there's so much fic and fandom chatter about [eugene/rapunzel/lance/cassandra] being an adoptive parent or sibling figure or even literal sibling to varian. like... there are certain corners of the fandom where it's All Varian All the Time and you literally cannot bring up other characters or plot points without someone spinning the conversation back around to varian and like, while i get the impulse to go This Is My Favorite Character And I WILL NOT Shut Up About Them, i feel like with varian it goes to this weird extreme?

and it just sort of puts me off him, a little, because it's so prevalent that it's hard to avoid without like fully blocking all varian content, which i don't want to do because as noted i do actually like him! i just don't think he's the center of the tts universe!

#4: demanitus x zhan tiri

just... just no.

people really read that zhan tiri would have a female VA in s3 and went "oh so were she and demanitus lovers?" and people really saw the flashback in plus est where he banished her to acid hell and went "so they were in love, right?" and i just... seriously?!

this is the one silver lining to the fandom's disinterest in giving zhan tiri any character development at all

but like Fuck Off She's A Lesbian

#5: the widespread, utter disregard cass fans & esp cassunzels have for cassandra's boundaries & feelings

i've talked plenty about this one before but my god the amount of cass-centric fic out there, written by cass fans, that paints cassandra as this maladjusted social outcast with no idea how feelings work who just needs rapunzel to come in and tear down her walls so she can learn the joys of interpersonal connection is INFURIATING. or cass-centric fic written by cass fans where cass takes the moonstone as a self-sacrificing bid to "save" rapunzel and her anger afterwards gets painted as just... something zhan tiri manipulates into feeling and really underneath she's secretly miserable and pining for rapunzel's love? the amount of cass-centric fic written by cass fans where cass having boundaries and being frustrated, upset, and angry when they're trampled over is portrayed as cass being maladjusted, or cass not being able to accept that rapunzel loves her, or cass having trust issues, or cass needing to learn to let people in - ffs, so much cass-centric fic is flat out UNREADABLE because of this.

and this isn't even getting into the romanticization of the princess/knight dynamic that is rife in requited cassunzel circles, because i guess the exact same dynamic that destroyed cassandra's mental health in canon is peachy if she and rapunzel are dating? or how eugene's constant low-grade nastiness towards cass is interpreted as a sibling dynamic, or how the average cass fan doesn't think rapunzel Maiming Her and then Refusing To Apologize and Openly Blaming Cassandra is a good enough reason for cassandra to take the moonstone if zhan tiri hadn't stepped in to "manipulate her" into it, or how rapunzel is framed over and over again in cass-centric s3 fic as "saving" cassandra from her own anger.

like. christ. i'm so over it.

[edupunkn00b]

You’re Family Now

Rated G - CW: Past abuse referenced. Other than that, it's a fluff factory :) - Word Count: 2380

Remy and Emile stop by for a little wedding planning while Logan is babysitting for Roman and Janus. Logan and Emile get to learn just how much the have in common. This story takes place in between Chapters 14: Want and Chapter 15: Joy in What Might Have Been. Other related stories: Remy & Emile and Happily Ever After. Written for TSS AUgust Day 12: Family

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“Yes, Janus, I am absolutely certain… Mm-hm… Yes. Yes, Joy is perfectly content. And if she gets bored with me, Remy and Emile are coming over in a half an hour… Mm-hm, I remember, yes… Please… please enjoy your afternoon with Roman…” Logan swallowed back a chuckle at the anxiety in his ordinarily suave best friend’s voice. “Yes, yes, Joy is fine. Now go have fun… Yes, I am hanging up the phone now… yes… mm-hmm… yes…” Logan finally laughed, “Goodbye, Jan. See you at 7.”

Logan ended the call with one hand and looked down at Joy nestled in his other arm. “Your Papa is worried about you, little one.” Joy cooed around her fingers stuck in her mouth. Logan grinned, making the sign for yes and nodding, “Yes, that is exactly what I said! Do you think your Papa and Daddy will like a picture to show them you are safe?” Joy cooed again, swapping her fingers for her thumb. “That sounds like a ‘yes’ to me.”

Opening up his camera app, Logan snapped a few pictures of Joy and sent them off to Janus and Roman, along with a note, I am turning off my phone now, so do not call. Enjoy your date and we will see you at 7. “All right, then, I think we have Papa and Daddy sorted out. How about we have a little tummy time…”

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A half an hour later, the front door opened and Remy stuck his head through, “Dad? We’re here…”

“Hello you two, come on in… we are in the living room.” Logan called from his spot on the carpet. Remy and Emile came in, kicking off their shoes and laughed.

"We?" Remy asked from the hall. "Oh, good, I was afraid Uncle Janus was going to back out at the last second again. The way they were going, Joy would be in college before they went out without her."

Laughing lightly, Emile called out as he entered, "Hello, Mr. Sanders!" He immediately dropped to the floor when he saw Joy. "Well look how big you've gotten…"

“I’m not sure who’s having more fun with that squish toy, Dad,” Remy chuckled, watching Logan and Joy laying on their stomachs on the floor, as his dad bounced a brightly colored toy in front of her, enticing her to lift her head and grab at it. Logan nudged it a little closer and she grasped it, pulling it toward her mouth.

“You got it!” Logan cheered, twisting to sit in front of Joy, making the ASL sign for applause. Noting the copious amount of drool dripping down her chin, he made the sign for eat, “Are you hungry, Joy? Do you want to eat?” Looking up at the boys, he added, "Are you you two hungry?" Emile shook his head.

"Oh, we're fine… we met Emile's parents for lunch after religious school got out," Remy answered, making faces at Joy.

Emile tilted his head, watching his soon-to-be father-in-law. “I'm curious, Mr. Sanders… Does Joy understand your signs? We use some ASL with the kids at Temple, but I didn’t know babies this young could learn it.”

“Infants and toddlers have a greater understanding of symbolic language than their oral control can support.” Logan stood, then picked up Joy, walking with vRemy and Emile to the kitchen to prepare her bottle. “By teaching them basic signs, they can engage additional learning pathways and, in my experience with the boys, at least, communicate simple ideas and needs long before they are able to form the words.”

Logan laughed, “I could almost literally go on about this all day. You two are not here for an impromptu lecture on early childhood development, though. Remy, would you get my computer from my room, please?” Remy nodded and sprinted up the stairs. “Emile, did you bring the checklist from TBT?”

“I’ve got it right here, Mr. Sanders!” He patted his shoulder bag then clapped his hands together, grinning, “Time for a planning party!”

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Remy, Emile, and Logan, with Joy in his lap, were gathered around the coffee table in the living room. The table was covered with checklists, sample menus from three separate caterers, notepads, laptops, and the large planning binder Emile and Logan had started the weekend after Remy and Emile’s—unexpectedly joint—proposal.

The bespectacled pair had been working their way through Emile’s checklist for two and a half hours. Remy had long since tapped out. “You two lost me when you got into the foot traffic debate.” Emile blushed but grinned when Remy kissed his cheek. “How about I play with Joy while you two… do this,” he smiled, waving his hands over the library’s worth of material spread across the table.

Eventually, Joy had grown fussy and Logan took her back, resting her head on his right shoulder, rocking her back and forth while he made notes with his other hand. She was asleep within minutes. Remy shook his head, stretching out on the couch and watching his dad and his fiancee revel in their logistical planning element. “Dad skills, man. Dad skills…” his last word dissolved in a yawn.

Logan caught Emile’s eye and they both fought back knowing laughter, each sufficiently familiar with Remy to know that he was not far behind Joy in joining the land of the dreaming. After a few more minutes, Remy’s breathing had slowed to a steady, quiet rhythm, his face relaxing into a blissful cherubic expression. He shivered in his sleep and Logan started to rise to find a blanket.

Emile waved him off, “Please let me, Mr. Sanders.” He followed Logan’s gaze and pointed to a door near the hallway. “Blankets are in there?”

Logan nodded, tilting his head. “You are quite observant, Emile.”

Emile was back in a moment with a plush knit blanket. Logan watched Emile’s face as he opened it up and covered Remy, taking extra care not to wake him. The softness in Emile’s expression as he tugged at one corner of the blanket, making sure Remy was completely covered and comfortable, spread a warm fuzziness through Logan’s chest.

Emile looked up, grinning at Logan and whispering, “They’re both so cute when they sleep.”

Logan looked down at Roman and Janus’ sleeping child in his arms and rubbed her back. He leaned in closer, sniffing the sweet baby smell of her wispy hair. He smiled, tears pricking the corners of his eyes. “It… It has been a long time since the boys were this small…” He chuckled, looking at Remy, noting his adult son’s five o’clock shadow. “Boys,” he repeated, shaking his head.

It hadn’t escaped Logan’s notice that holding Joy felt so very different from holding his own sons when they were this age. He harbored no doubt that he loved this little girl, blood or not. If nothing else, his extended family was walking, talking, loving proof of the—correct—adage that the blood of the covenant is thicker than the waters of the womb. He’d lay down his life for this child, just as he would for his own.

But he couldn’t simply ignore the lack of tension he’d felt that he had always associated with the boys when they were infants. At the time, he had thought it was his own natural reaction to being charged with the care of such a tiny, vulnerable little being. But now, holding Joy, that anxious undercurrent was gone and all he felt was bliss.

Logan' heart jumped into his throat when he realized why.

When his sons were babies, Logan had always been a little bit... afraid. Even when Remy was just an infant, Logan had already learned by experience how important it was for the peace of the household to steer clear of her moods. It had kept him cautious and guarded in his words and behavior, and drove him to take Remy on long outings to the park or the Seattle U campus whenever possible, just to get out of the house. By the time Patton was born… Logan shook his head slightly, halting his spiraling thoughts.

Emile noticed the change in Logan’s face from across the room.

“Mr. Sanders?” He stepped closer to where his soon-to-be father-in-law sat. “Are you alright?”

Logan reached up with one hand, touching his cheek. His fingers came away wet with tears. He fished in his pocket for a tissue and hastily wiped his face dry. “Yes, yes, of course, Emile,” he shook his head, schooling his face into a more careful mask. “Yes, and please… I apologize.”

Emile touched his hand, “It’s okay, Mr. Sanders, I was just worried about you.”

“I am fine, truly.” Emile peered at Logan for another few moments before nodding. Logan tucked Joy closer to his shoulder and re-centered his attention on the notepad in front of him.

After he’d composed himself, Logan grasped for a new topic. His eye caught on the engagement ring on Emile's hand. “There is something I have wanted to say to you, Emile.” Emile knelt next to the coffee table, putting down the highlighter he’d been using, giving Logan his full attention. His shoulders relaxed a bit when Logan smiled at him.

“I am inexpressibly happy for both of you. It brings me a great deal of joy that Remy has you in his life. It would embarrass him to hear me say this, but…” Logan glanced quickly at his son, checking to be certain that he was still asleep. “I know that he loves you very much and…” Logan sighed, wincing a bit at his awkward phrasing. “Knowing that you two are about to be married… it makes me… hopeful." He shook his head lightly, marveling at the shy young man in front of him. "Remy is so very lucky to have you. You make him happy.”

Emile grinned, “I feel like I’m the lucky one, Mr. Sanders. Meeting Remy was… life-changing .” Emile looked at Remy as he spoke. “If I’d never met him or... Or if Remy hadn’t been so completely and perfectly… Remy…” His smile fell as he considered, for just a moment, what his life would be like now without Remy. He swallowed hard against the growing lump in his throat.

He looked at Logan for a moment before staring back at his hands, picking up the highlighter and twisting it between his fingers, “I… don’t know if Remy’s told you much, but… I was… I was engaged before Remy and I started dating.”

Logan saw an all-too-familiar haunted look in Emile’s eyes as they flashed over to meet his gaze before returning his attention to the highlighter in his hands.

“He would... Well, he was, um…” Emile bit at his lip, voice trailing off.

“He was abusive?” Logan asked quietly.

Emile’s eyes widened, and he stared down at his hands, twisting the cap on the highlighter. Emile nodded once, then quickly added, “Maybe abusive is too strong a word… he wasn’t…” Emile shook his head and licked his lips, breath caught in his throat, “He never actually hit me… he just…” he sighed, words failing him.

Carefully shifting Joy to his right arm, Logan leaned toward Emile and held out his left hand, palm up. His scar, while nearly decades old, was shiny and unmistakable close up. Emile froze, staring at Logan’s palm. “They very rarely do in the beginning.”

Emile suddenly remembered the first time Remy had talked about his parents. ‘My dad just... well... he got stuck in a bad... situation.’

Logan continued, “Emile, you were brave and lucky to have left when you did.”

Emile’s eyes started to fill with tears and when he looked up at Logan’s face, he saw he wasn’t alone. “Mr. Sanders… would it… would it be okay if I… I hugged you?”

Logan smiled, holding out his left arm in invitation, Joy still cradled against his chest and supported by his right. Emile sat next to Logan, wrapping his arms around him. Logan squeezed with his left arm.

Emile and Logan sat quietly together, long after both of their tears dried, just watching Remy and Joy sleeping. They didn’t speak, they didn’t plan, they simply basked in the serenity and contentment that fell down over them. It was a peace that they’d both been seeking for a long, long time.

Eventually, Joy started to wake. Logan gave Emile another squeeze and recovered his arm. “She likely needs changing… that’s a diaper cry.”

Emile grinned, “How can you tell?”

Logan shrugged, rising from the couch, “You just start to hear it.” Emile followed Logan to the other room. “Oh,” Logan craned his neck toward the living room, “Would you bring—” Emile held up Joy’s diaper bag. “Perfect. Thank you, Emile.”

Logan began to change her diaper, narrating for her what he was doing and using the signs for diaper, cold, wet, and dry, as he went.

“Um, Mr. Sanders…?”

“Mm-hm?,” Logan hummed, holding a clean diaper under his chin as he wrangled a very squirmy Joy.

“I know you’d prefer that I call you Logan, but, um…”

Gently shaking his head, Logan corrected him, “I would prefer that you call me whatever makes you feel most comfortable, Emile.” He smiled while he strapped the velcro tabs on the fresh diaper cover. “I simply do not want you to feel obligated to call me something formal.” He started snapping Joy’s sleeper closed. “You are part of the family now.”

Emile handed Logan a disinfecting wipe for his hands, fiddling with the lid on the dispenser. “Well, I was wondering… would it be alright with you if I called you… ‘Dad?’” Logan turned to face him, rocking Joy against his shoulder. Emile stammered, “I—I call my own father Abba, so it’s not like you're taking anything from him or…”

Logan smiled and whispered in a rough voice, “That would be perfectly acceptable to me, Emile.”

Emile nodded, calmed by Logan’s sanguine reaction.

“Here, would you like to hold her?” Logan asked, shifting his grip on Joy.

Emile grinned, “Oh, yes, please!” Reaching carefully, Emile cradled Joy’s head, wrapping her in a football hold and swinging her gently, laughing when she cooed in response. “Well, hello there, little one… Pretty sweet family we both lucked into, huh?”

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@tsshipmonth2020 (a little late for day 12...)

taglist: @mavenmush @demon9980 @crossiantgay @psychedelicships @justmeandmygayships @ts-creator-boost (why not)

[clumsyclifford]

PS, any chance I could convince you to write some fluff to balance the sad bits you've been writing? I'm worried about the consecutive angst/emo/TW stuff you've created. (Are you okay? do you need someone to be there with you?) IF and only if you feel inspired enough, maybe a "surprise we got married in the middle of quarantine" Lashton fic where no - not even Malum - knew except maybe like 2 random witnesses? -🕷

spidey anon, pat yourself on the fucking back for somehow getting me to write fluff. really can’t explain that with anything except that it is probably affected by the sheer joy i feel from listening to music with cam for seven hours straight <3 anyway. this isn’t Exactly what you said but it’s not, like, NOT what you said and i was gonna write more but then i thought i’d just never finish it and i felt like you deserved something nice so i am just going to give it to you as it is hope you enjoy

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Luke finally learns why Ashton’s been restless all week when he pulls out the ring.

“No,” he says immediately, before Ashton can even open his mouth. A look of confused distress appears on Ashton’s face. “I mean, not no. Just, like, no, you aren’t proposing to me now.”

“I one hundred percent am,” Ashton says, sounding exasperated and fond. “Shut up, don’t act like you weren’t expecting it.”

“I wasn’t expecting it!” That’s mostly true. Although it doesn’t mean Luke hadn’t been hoping. “But I don’t want you to propose in quarantine, how un-romantic is that? I can’t think of anything less romantic.”

“Nothing? At all?” Ashton narrows his eyes. “I could have proposed while you were in the bathroom. Just stood outside the door and gone hey, Luke, marry me?”

Despite himself, a thrill runs down Luke’s spine at the words. “Fine,” Luke says. “That would have been less romantic, but only barely. Come on, Ashton, it’s not like being engaged is going to change anything about our situation. We’re stuck at home together anyway.”

“Yeah, but,” Ashton says, “and hear me out on this one: I’ll get to call you my fiancé.”

Luke blushes. “That’s really nothing.”

“You won’t be saying that when I’m calling you fiancé,” Ashton says smugly. “Now if I could please get on with it.”

Luke sighs. “I could always say no.”

“Then you’ll say no,” Ashton says, shrugging. “And I’ll just keep asking.”

Of course he will. Ashton’s nothing if not persistent. To a fault, some might say.

“Alright then,” Luke says, trying to sound as defeated as possible to mask the giddy feeling filling his gut. “Go on.”

Even before Ashton starts talking, Luke knows that in no universe would he ever, ever, ever be idiotic enough to refuse a marriage proposal from Ashton Irwin. And he really wouldn’t even want to.

“Alright, well,” Ashton says, and Luke notices that his knuckles are white from holding the small velvet box, and his free hand is shaking. The steadiest grip of anyone Luke’s ever known, and Ashton’s hands are shaking. It hits Luke, the enormity of this question. “First of all, I want to say that I love you. I’ll love you if you say yes. I’ll love you if you say no. I’ll love you if you break up with me and go fall in love with — with Michael.” Luke snorts. “I mean it, Luke, I really will. Like, you’re it for me. I know that’s what everyone says, but you really are. I can’t even imagine — quarantine without you. Life without you.”

“Grim,” Luke says under his breath, and Ashton laughs nervously.

“Yeah,” he says. “Grim as fuck. I’m not going to waste all my words on this, because — well, for starters because you just said you’re planning to say no, so I’ll save my really mushy romantic stuff for when I know you’ll say yes.” Luke huffs an unsteady laugh. Ashton’s hand is still shaking, and Luke reaches unthinkingly across the table and clamps it between his own palms. Ashton gives him a grateful smile. “But also because you already know it. I don’t think I need to remind you of all the reasons I love you. I will if you ask, though,” he adds, and Luke smiles. “But mostly I think the beauty of a proposal is that it’s not as much about what we have been, but what we will be. We’ve both been here for our whole relationship. You know what’s happened. I don’t need to remind you. I’m just asking if — if you want to see what it can become. What more we can be.” He takes a deep breath, and Luke squeezes his hand. “So, Luke. Cards on the table. Will you marry me?”

And it’s cute that Ashton phrases it as a question, as if there could ever be any more than one answer. Luke swallows thickly. “Of course I’ll marry you.”

“Wait,” Ashton says. “Really?”

“Of fucking course really.” Luke comes around the table without releasing his grip on Ashton’s hand. “God, stop being nervous, Ashton, I’d love to marry you, I’ll marry you literally tomorrow if you want.”

“You were going to say no,” Ashton says, sounding dazed. “What — I really thought you were serious about that.”

“Ashton,” Luke says, falling into a kneel so he can be eye level with Ashton. “I am so ridiculously in love with you I think the only thing that could stop me from wanting to marry you would be actual death. And even then, I’m pretty sure my ghost would haunt you until we figured out necromancy.”

Ashton laughs; Luke recognizes the way his shoulders fall a bit, sees the tension drain from his posture, the stress evaporate from between his brows. “Oh, the fucking ring,” he remembers, and flips the box open, pressing it into Luke’s hand. Luke gazes down at the silver ring with a growing feeling of anticipation, something akin to impatience, if it weren’t accompanied by such elation.

“It’s so pretty,” he murmurs. “Understated. Perfect.”

“I thought you’d prefer understated,” Ashton says, pink-cheeked.

Luke draws Ashton into a kiss, wondering if he can somehow diffuse the warmth pooling in his chest before it grows too hot and burns him. Ashton twists his fingers into Luke’s hair, and they stay that way until Luke’s knees start to feel sore from the tile and he has to pull back. 

“I’d marry you tomorrow,” Luke repeats, breathless, and this time means it seriously. “Let’s just get fucking married, Ashton.”

“That’s the idea of the proposal,” Ashton says, freeing his hand from Luke’s hair but resting it instead on Luke’s shoulder, fingertips drumming against the back of his neck. “We can’t get married tomorrow. As much as I would love to.”

“Why not?” Luke challenges. “We don’t know when the next time we’ll be able to do a proper wedding ceremony will be. This pandemic could last another year, another two. I don’t want to wait a year to be married to you. I don’t want to wait a month, Ashton.”

“You’ve really flipped on this,” Ashton says. “Luke, our parents will kill us. Our bandmates will kill us.”

“Whatever,” Luke says. Adrenaline is racing through his veins, and love for Ashton, although if he’s honest with himself all of his blood is tinged with love for Ashton anyway, has been for years. Ashton is what keeps his heart beating. When he bleeds, it’s all love. “We can have a ceremony later, when it’s safe, I just want to be married now. My husband, Ashton Irwin. Doesn’t that sound good?”

“My husband Luke,” Ashton breathes, and Luke can see the moment he succumbs to the idea. A dry smile creeps across Ashton’s face, and he drops his forehead against Luke’s. “Luke Hemmings, my husband. God. Okay. Fine. Let’s get married tomorrow.”

There’s no stopping the grin that stretches Luke’s mouth ear-to-ear, nor the way a furious stampede of cows/horses suddenly makes itself at home in his stomach. “Getting married tomorrow!” he whisper-chants. “Mikey and Cal are going to kill us!”

“Lauren and Harry will end my life,” Ashton adds, mirroring Luke’s smile. “Your mum will have my head.”

“Oh, she will,” Luke says, nodding in agreement. “But I’ll just go, hey, mum, can you not speak to my husband that way?”

“Jesus,” Ashton says hoarsely. “That sounds so fucking good.”

Luke chews on the inside of his lip. “Might keep using it, then,” he says. “If you ask nicely.”

Ashton shakes his head, with obvious difficulty. “Get up, you absolute menace, we need to eat dinner still.”

“Fine,”  Luke says. “After dinner, then.” He smirks as he pushes himself to his feet, and Ashton swallows.

“Behave,” he says sternly. 

“I’m behaving!” Luke protests. “Why can’t I try and seduce my own husband-to-be?”

“Because we are having dinner,” Ashton says, rolling his eyes and pushing his chair out to retrieve their food from where it’s warming in the oven. “You can seduce me after.”

That’s a pretty fair deal, but Luke still pouts for another moment, because he has a reputation to uphold. “Hey,” he says, settling into his chair as Ashton brings the food out. “Does this make you the housewife? I feel like you do most of the cooking and cleaning.”

“I’m pretty sure that makes you the trophy husband,” Ashton returns, taking his own seat.

Luke snickers. “I can deal with that.” There are much worse things to be than Ashton Irwin’s trophy husband. That’s already a million miles above boyfriend. And frankly, any way Luke gets to be Ashton’s husband is perfect for him.

[heir-of-talon]

Another chapter with my favourite ship. But maybe I should wreck it?

HEIR OF TALON 3

Warnings: explicit/underage

Summary:

Garret and Ember spend a day together trying to have fun.

Boy of summer

Garret

I woke up aroused and confused entangled in Ember's warm body. She was asleep, with her thigh carelessly thrown across my hips, her arm resting on my chest with the palm over my rapidly beating heart. I laid motionless for a while enjoying the touch of our bodies, feeling her breath on my neck and wishing that we could stay like this forever. But how could we with all the work awaiting us? This was not a good life for a young girl. Not that I knew much about it, yet still I could see her fading away, every time I saw her she was less lively, less herself and more tired, sad or angry. She insisted that this was what she wanted, that this was important to her. But the Order was less and less important to me. With each group of survivors emerging I could see, that the Order of St George was founded on values, that I could no longer share or excuse. I only continued as their commander to ensure, that the Order will not bounce right back and attack the dragons. But maybe being away in order to protect Ember from a change of hearts in the Order I was failing her in other ways, that were just as important. There, bleak thoughts chased away excitement and pleasure. I needed to get up and get active to clear my head.

I tried gently to wriggle free of Ember's limbs when she tensed and a pair of green eyes snapped open pinning me with intense gaze. The tension and expression melted away almost immediately and she smiled lazily. "Good morning commander" she said raising on one elbow to gaze down at me. Her fingertips slowly traced irregular patterns on the bare skin of my chest sending sweet thrills into my stomach. She pouted her lips and my thoughts strayed to another time, when she was touching me like that, a cargo bed in a clearing in some forgotten end of woods. I wanted her so much, I gathered her closer to my chest with my one arm. "Good morning ma'am, any special wishes for your humble servant?" She giggled and patted me mockingly. "Don't! Think if somebody hears us now? That would ruin the alliance. They would think I have you in thrall." She teased. "Maybe you do?" I said solemnly. "I do what?" She asked. "Have me in thrall. Because I feel that I would do anything for you without giving it a second thought". I looked deep into her eyes letting the joke and the truth sink in. Ember smiled and kissed me, pressing her body closer to mine. I ran my hand down her back and ass and felt heat kindling again in the pit of my stomach. She felt my cock pressing at her thigh and purred with delight before she straddled me grinding her breasts and belly against my upper body. I held her and kissed her, tasting her tongue and breath. I wanted her, my loins were on fire aching with desire and she was right there on top of me, warm and eager. I wanted her to burn me again, if she must. I just needed to be as close as possible. Some part of me seemed melting and running into her already. I felt my heart burning for her when my hands slipped under her t-shirt and stroked her back and sides of her breast, that were pressed tightly against me. I gripped her ass with my other hand. We needed to get her out of these clothes. I peered into Ember's eyes to tell her that and my voice caught in my throat. I could feel blood chilling in my veins. The impression was there and gone but I suddenly felt strange premonition and a thought crossed my mind, that she could just as well be on another planet the way things were. As if some illusion got dispelled by whatever I found on the bottom of the smiling green eyes. So I took her face in both my hands, kissed her briefly and asked. "What do you want to do today?"

"How about nothing?" She said. "I should probably go to my office and grant a ratification of Viper's agreement." She mused, her forehead creasing. "What are you going to do?" She asked. "I'm taking a day off to maintain my dragon girlfriend" I said smiling. "She can literally breath fire and bite my head off and I've been rather neglecting her lately..." Ember smiled happily and kissed me. "Deal. I cannot believe it is the soldier who talks me into skipping work!" She laughed. I rolled to the side making her to lay down beside me and kissing her. We kissed and touched for some time and it was great even though some of the strangely unpleasant feeling lingered in my chest. At last Ember declared herself famished and we decided to leave the bed and seek some breakfast.

*****

I walked towards the waterline with my newly bought and waxed surfing board. Ember let herself woo into buying a new high-tech board that doesn't require waxing by the attendant at the surfing shop and course centre by the beach. Then she proceeded to huff and puff and roll her eyes when I waxed mine with the attendant giving me tips and talking about how fine the weather was for surfing. When I was finished she ran towards the water and now waited for me in shallows beckoning for me to hurry. "Come on Garret! What is it? Are you regretting our bet?" She grinned. I said nothing watching distant surf ahead. "Don't worry, I'll treat you kindly when you lose." "How generous of you." I answered and started deeper into the water. I was exhilarated I could almost feel the vastness of the ocean surrounding me, the freedom calling to me. I looked at Ember and could see, that she had the same revelation. She was grinning madly with her eyes shining, there was nothing left of the exhausted girl in crumpled suit from yesterday. She might be CEO of Talon but she looked more like an overworked intern. It was quite a swim to reach the swells, but neither of us complained. Finally we were there and the wave was coming. Ember's attention focused completely on getting ready to catch it, so I decided to strike back. "How much money?!" I shouted. "What?" She seemed confused her eyes still focused on incoming swells. "How much money you bet on me being pounded more than you?!" "Million dollars soldier boy, you are going down!" She shouted and made to stand up anytime. "I cannot match that!" I teased her. "Million dollars against a daim!" She grinned madly and tried to stand up. I followed her suit and after wobbling a bit went tumbling off into turquoise waters. When I emerged and got water out of my eyes I saw Ember already recovering her board visibly enjoying herself.

Her enjoyment was somewhat diminished when, after three more approaches, where we both got wiped out, I managed to catch the wave and ride it without falling. The experience was almost overwhelming, after months of running, fighting and then managing what was left of the Order, I have almost forgotten, what it is like to do something for the sheer feeling of it. Three more rides and Ember was scowling, she fell off every time and finally, I could not enjoy this anymore. "Let's call it a day!" I shouted to her. "No! You don't get to win this easily!" She seemed close to tears and I could not stand the thought, that I have somehow caused this. I could not remember Ember being such a sour loser. I waded all the way to her and hugged her tightly. "Ember, it's not fun anymore. Let's go and get something to eat." Food managed to lift her spirits nine out of ten times. She looked at me as if she was about to say something nasty, but then she seemed to relax.

We got out of water, changed into dry clothes and drove to a steak house not far away. Over a steak that could cover her whole upper body Ember seemed to cheer up a bit. I watched amazed as the enormous piece of meat disappeared fast in this slip of a girl. It was fascinating, how could I ever have missed this ravenous appetite?

"Go on. Mock me. I deserve it." She said. "Come on Ember, can't we let it go? Or maybe agree on best out of three..." I did not care a bit about this wager, and it definitely was not worth Ember's discomfort for me. "No! I've lost miserably and now have to explain to Archivist, why exactly we have to transfer one million dollars to you." I was dumbstruck. "Don't even think about it! I wouldn't accept it. I didn't mean it seriously." She must have hit her head. "A bet is a bet. You might not have meant it, but I did." She said. "Why? Why would you want to bet a million to a daim on anything?". I was incredulous. "Because I was sure I'd win? Because I have all this millions and apparently can't use them on anything that would bring me joy..." Ember was tearing up again, it pained me to see her so fragile, she was definitely not well. I stood up and slipped into our booth on her side of the table. I put my arm around her shoulders and pulled her to my chest. "I don't want your money Ember. I love you. I want you to be happy. I know you feel that changing Talon is your responsibility, but maybe someone else could help to administrate the changes?" She looked at me doubtfully. "If you have that much money, maybe pay uncle Liam and aunt Sarah to take care of you in Crescent Beach until you turn eighteen? You could surf every day after school with Lexi and Calvin." I stopped seeing her gaping at me. Then she started to laugh, somewhat joyless, until it turned into sobs and she was weeping and I had no idea what to do other than to hold her.

At last she came to herself. "Oh Garret, how wonderful this would be. But it's impossible." "Why? Why is it impossible Ember? I am sick of the Order. They are adults, let them clean their own mess. We need to do other things in our lives than their bidding. Isn't that why you've rebelled in the first place?" She watched me in silence. "I would gladly leave the Order. Even if that meant I'd have to go to school and work at a gas station. If it meant that I could be with you." I stopped having said all I had to say.

"Oh my! Garret, you truly mean it?!" She said at last. Then she looked very conflicted. "They will never let us go Garret. I don't know if I can live a normal life. This is too much!" But I could feel that she was considering it, so I said. "You don't have to decide right now. Just think about it. I want very much to be with you. Even if you stay in Talon. I could be your bodyguard." Finally Ember's gaze softened. "You would do that for me? Leave the Order?" She said. "I already did. Something just got messed up underway and we ended up exactly, where we started." I said. I have been thinking a lot about our current situation and with each day, when I was away from Ember, fighting Order's battles in a war where there was neither honour nor fortune for me to win, I saw clearer how life was slipping through my fingers. It was possible that it would take more than human lifetime to change the Order and Talon. And even though I was granted extended life by Riley I felt, that this time would be wasted just as well. We would not be as we are, to move on, once the process is advanced enough to let it continue on its own. Ember was already changed beyond recognition after mere months of this life. I caught myself more and more often at hating the Order of St George and Talon and all the mess I was handling on the behalf of both. We had a choice. We've made this choice once, we could make it again. So I put my arms tightly around her and said. "I want to be with you Ember. You've told me, I can live for centuries. But my mind and heart are still human. I miss you. I feel I'm wasting my life being away and struggling to keep control of an organisation, that I'd rather leave. We could be together. I would take care of you while you're taking care of your business." Ember twisted in my embrace putting her arms around my waist and pressed her face to my chest, hugging me tightly. I held her feeling once again the rightness of this, this was where I was supposed to be. This was what I should be doing. At last she looked up at me with shining eyes. "I want that Garret. I miss you too. And Talon can be too much. But I'm afraid that if I just cash out few millions and leave, I'll wake up surrounded by Vipers some time soon. Talon must be at least partially dismantled before it's safe to leave it alone." She started frowning her look vacant. "Then let us work towards this together." I said. "Okay, let's do this together." She said calm now.

I moved back to sit in front of my cold food. Fortunately I have eaten enough before Ember started crying. We ordered waffles with softice for dessert and headed for Ember's apartment. In the car Ember spoke suddenly. "I think I'll give you the million anyways... don't protest. You don't have to use it if you don't want it. Think about it as something you're keeping safe for me, should I ever need it. Like an emergency trust found." It did not sit well with me. "Only if you consider my offer." I answered. "About Crescent Beach." "Deal, I'll think about it." She answered a bit too smugly. We drove back to city listening to old rock songs playing from the radio. Sun was slowly setting and the world was cast in this unreal light, that made it look like a place from a fairytale, like anything was possible.

***

We tumbled onto Ember's white sofa right after entering the apartment. Any weariness from being pounded and peddling for hours left me instantly. Ember pulled off her t-shirt and I cupped her warm soft breast in my hand feeling her heart beating wildly inside it. I bent to kiss it, tasting her skin and hard pointy nipple when my phone rang.

Only two people had this number, it was only to be used in case of emergency. "Ember it's emergency number." I said apologetically and fished the phone from my pants. It was Tristan. It could wait. I put it on silent and moved to lay between Ember's legs again when she braced her hand on my chest. "If it's an emergency shouldn't you check it?" She asked. I should but I don't want to. I thought, and aloud I said. "It's Tristan, he probably wants to know when I will be back." "Still you should check." She said pulling on her t-shirt and pressing her knees together leaving me with few other options. I groaned with disappointment and nestled in another corner of the sofa.

"What is it?" My voice was raspy and my tone was slightly impatient. I cleared my throat. "Have I interrupted something commander?!" Tristan sounded uncharacteristically sour. "Yes, get to the point." I was sure my discomfort could match whatever he felt. "An hour ago commander Knight, six of his people and his wife and daughter arrived. He claims to be commander of some southern chapterhouse, that I have never heard about. He says they're top secret intelligence team. Anyways he's already questioning alliance with dragons, threatening us all with persecution for treason and claiming command over Western Chapterhouse including you and me. So you better get here before he executes someone commander." Shit. Apparently I could not catch a break either.

I quickly reported news to Ember. "You should go right away Garret." She said solemnly. "This sounds serious and dangerous.... for our plans. You and Tristan are the only people inside the Order of St George, that I can trust. We can't risk you getting sidelined by some conservative bloodthirsty commander." As more and more blood circulated in my body I could see her point and had a few of my own to add, but I hated leaving her like that. "I don't want to leave you." I said. "You are not leaving me. You go away to make preparations for our escape." She gave me a brave smile and I kissed her hungrily, letting my hands roam her body, trying commit to memory as much of her as possible, the touch of soft warm skin, the taste of her lips, scent of her hair. I was about to suggest we wait with it till the morning, when she pulled away. "Go Garret. Call me when you know more. I'll help you any way I can, remember." She kissed me again. "I love you Garret. Even though I can't surf anymore." She added and followed me to the doors where she kissed me once more and stood watching,  when I waited for the elevator.

[jokerhappylover]

With Arthur when he gets fired

You usually get up from bed feeling lazy and today wasn't different. It was about 8 AM, you woke up still feeling kind of tired, then you went to the kitchen to prepare your breakfast. After eating you went back to your bedroom to watch the news.

Subway murders. That was the fisrt new. It happened last night at Wall Street's subway station, the victims were three young men, and the most curious thing about it was that the suspect was someone wearing a clown make up or mask.

You fisrt got worried when you heard the word "murders", it's really sad and worrying that things like that happen in the city, but at the clown part you just heard yourself saying "what?", like, was that what they actually said?... Sometimes you think that you've seen everything in Gotham, especially crimes, Gotham was a rough and violent place unfortunately, but a killer clown? That's new.

Speaking of clowns, you had to start getting ready to work or otherwise you could get late. You worked at Haha's as a party clown, your clown name was 'Lovely', you wore pink clothes and make up, and pink roller skates, the children loved your character and you usually had someone else with you at the parties and places you'd visit. Carnival, his clown name was Carnival. The person under the make up was your favorite person at Haha's, Arthur Fleck.

You got ready and left the house, and you had no choice but taking the subway, it was something that you did everyday but today it felt a little different.

You arrived at Haha's, you got there a little later than usual, but no one seemed to notice, your boss Hoyt was at his office and the rest of the guys didn't even see you entering the place. All of your coworkers seemed already there. Randall was half-dressed as a clown and sitting with Gary, and other guys were around a small table drinking coffee. Then you see Arthur near the lockers, you were already wondering if he hadn't come yet, but he was there, and seeing he was there already made you feel better, he was speacil, unfortunately the clowns at Haha's wouldn't treat him so well.

You started putting your things on a table and you hear noises of things falling, when you look around you see some of Arthur's things on the floor, you first thought that maybe they had fallen from his locker, but then you realized he was taking them from the locker by dropping them on the floor, did something bad happened? Why was him doing that? Maybe it was nothing but you had a bad feeling, you were worried about him.

Then you heard Gary saying "Hey Art, I heard what happend - I'm sorry man". Gary seemed a good person and it was nice from him to say that, but you was just getting more worried, what happened after all?!?!

Then Randall says "Yeah, doesn't seem fair, to get fired like that"... WHAT? FIRED? You couldn't believe those words. Why?! How?! No, please no!! It couldn't be real, your eyes were already watering.

Arthur looked hard at Randall for a moment. Randall had always treated Arthur like if he liked him, saying Arthur was his boy and stuff but he didn't sound so real, it didn't sound like he actually cared Arthur got fired, and you were already thinking he was being fake, not only now but all this time. Maybe it wasn't nice from you to think that about other people, but Arthur had so many nicknames there, they would make fun of him... You didn't like the way he was treated for no reason.

Arthur kept cleaning his locker out, now he was stuffing all of his clown gear into a brown shopping bag. You were feeling so bad, it hurted even more to see him taking all him stuff to leave... Forever... It was almost too bad to be true.

Then one of the clowns said "Did you really bring a gun to the children hospital? Why would you do that for?" Wait, what? A gun? What's even going on here? You were getting confused and more worried.

Then you hear "So is that part of your act? If your dancing doesn't do the trick, you just gonna shoot yourself?" and a lot of laughters. The guys there were so rude and ignorant, not even when Arthur gets fired they would stop making fun of him.

Then Arthur finally says something.

"Why don't you ask Randall about it? It was his gun."

"What?" Randall said.

"I still own you for that, don't I?" Arthur answered.

Wait, you remembered of something. Some days ago while you were getting into your clown look, Arthur was sitting next to the lockers alone and Randall came, and you saw him giving something to Arthur, he laughed, it seemed like Arthur didn't want to accept it and it was a secret between them. Was that it? A gun? It all seemed to make sense.

Randall didn't like what Arthur said, he seemed really upset about it and asked Arthur to stop, he was already leaving and made a noise with his trumpet and dropped it.

You were so upset about all this situation.

Arthur came back saying "Oh no, I forgot to punch out!" and literally punched the clock and it fell on the floor, Arthur laughed. It was obvious that he wasn't okay, but you loved his attitude and couldn't help but smile after he did that and give a little laugh.

But it was a serious situation, and you were already at Arthur's side, you've always been. You take his trumpet and follow him.

He's already outside the building. "Arthur!!", you call him. He stops walking and looks at you, you got closer, with a sad look at your face. .

You show him his trumpet which he had left behind, you were giving it back to him like if he had forgotten it.

"You left this" You said. You didn't even know what words to say, you knew that he left it behind on purpose, you just wanted to be there for him, you wanted him to know that he was not alone, you were on his side

He looks at it for a second, takes it saying "Thank you" and put it in the bag. "But I guess I don't need these things anymore." he said.

You were really upset at Randall and the rest of the clows for acting like they did, but the most important thing to worry about was Arthur, and it made you really sad to think of how he was fired while being such a good clown. You just loved seeing him dancing, he was the cutest and best clown you've seen, and also the fact that he said he was always told his purpose in life was bringing joy and laughter to the world, and he knew since he was a a little boy that he wanted to be a comedian, and he's always put so much energy in bringing happiness... His story as a part clown couldn't end like that.

"Don't say that. This is not the end of the story, Arthur, we're gonna solve this problem."

He looks at you for about three seconds. He seemed to feel like you cared about him, but wasn't sure or didn't know why, he didn't have anyone close to him, someone to support him, so that was kind of unusual to him.

"Y/N... I'm fired, okay? I messed up and I'm fired, it's over."

"No, it's not. I'm not gonna let this end like that." you gave a pause and completed "I can talk to Hoyt and..." he interrupted you.

"He would never hire me back, he was really angry and yelling at me when he fired me after the children hospital thing. I'm 100% fired". He seemed hopeless. "I'm a party clown with A GUN" he completed.

"You mean Randall's gun?"

He just looks at you, like if he was surprised by the fact that believed him, that he wasn't alone.

You take a breathe and says "Look... I know it was his gun, he gave the gun to you, didn't he? I saw everything, I know it's all Randall's fault".

He just looks at you once again, this time with a little smile/smirk at his face, starting to realize you two were together at this, you two against them. Then he looks at something behind you, you turn around and you see Randall next to you, he came right at the moment when you said that.

"Nice, Y/N is on your side! Look Arthur, what was all that about? Why would you say that?" Randall said.

"What?" Arthur asked

"That it was my idea about the gun. That subway situation ain't no joke, you know, they got sketches of clowns on front of every newspaper-" Randall answered.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Randall" Arthur said.

Randall answered with "Right. Okay. I just want to make sure you got your head on straight".

Arthur looked at him and smiled. "My head's right there" he said.

Randall nodded saying "Good, I don't even know if you did it but there's no need to draw any attention to yourself. Y'know? Or we both are in trouble".

Arthur asked "What are you worried about? You didn't commit the crime at the subway did you?"

"Of course I didn't" Randall answered.

"You didn't shoot one point blank in the head, the other one twice in the chest, before chasing the third one down and shooting him three times in the back, right?" Arthur completed. He gave so many details that worried/scared you a little bit.

Arthur puts his fingers forming a gun to Randall's head, and stares straight at him. Then he leaves singing 'Send in the Clowns'. You've never seen him like that, it was like a mix of being upset and confident at the same time... something feels different. He seemed so upset about all that, it made you really sad, you'd definitely do something about it.

Randall just looks at you, he doesn't really know what to do or say, only hopes you don't do anything against him.

Then Hoyt leaves the building too and found you and Randall, also sees Arthur, already far from Haha's building. While you watch Arthur far away, slowly disappearing, you hear him asking "Why are you two here when you both should be inside the building, already in full clown look? What's going on here?"

"Nothing." Randall answers and enters the building again.

"What about you, Y/N? What you doing here? You didn't even put your clown clothes yet or started applying you make up" Hoyt asks you. You don't even know what to say.

"I was.. I was just... Trying to figure out what happened to Arthur..." You answered.

"Well, not your business. Now go get ready" he answered, he's usually not patient.

"I'm sorry Hoyt, but I have to talk to you about it. Arthur didn't do anything wrong sir. I know what happened but it wasn't his fault, it was Randall's gun"

"Look Y/N, blaming Randall in order to defend Arthur is ridiculous. I get if you two are friends but to be against Randall because he told me more about Arthur is wrong of your part, you know that."

"What did Randall told you?"

"Arthur tried to convince me it was a prop, but that's bullshit, and also, Randall told me Arthur tried to buy a .38 off him last week"

"No he didn't! He didn't buy it, he didn't even want the gun-"

"Y/N, stop it. Don't make me fire you too."

You felt almost hopeless... He just doesn't listen. But then you hear yourself say:

"Well... If you're not going to give Arthur a second chance, then fine, fire me. We two or any of us."

That was wild and risky... You knew that your clown was children's favorite, also, the only roller skater clown, and for those reasons you were important and you belevied maybe Hoyt wouldn't want to fire you, you were very good at what you do and it'd be hard to find another clown like you, but in fact you were risking losing your job, but it was for Arthur, you did that for him, and for you too 'cause you were tired of Hoyt, Randall and all the rest of the people at Haha's.

"This is ridiculous Y/N." he said.

"It's up to you to decide. But if Arthur is really fired, I am leaving too". Your heart was racing while saying that.

Hoyt didn't know what to do, he didn't want to loose the only roller skater clown, also the most successful one, but he would not give Arthur a second chance. He lost his temper and gave you his answer.

"Okay, if that's how you want it, fired."

You close you eyes, take a breathe and answers "Okay" with a little smile on the face, not sure if it's a positive or sad one.

Then you entered the building, took your stuff and left the place to go home. You had just lost your job, it was for a good cause and you were proud of standing up for Arthur, but you knew you loved being a clown and it'd be hard to find another job like that, it'd be hard to simply find another job.

At home you tried to call Arthur during the afternoon but he didn't pick up, so you tried later at night.

"Y/N?" He finally picked up.

"Hey Arthur, how are you?". You didn't even know how you'd tell him what you did.

"I'm calling to tell you that I talked to Hoyt". You completed.

"You did? And how did it go?" he asked you

"I... I'm... Fired too". You answered

"What?". He thinks it's his fault, he knew that talking to Hoyt wouldn't solve the problem, but he couldn't believe you had lost your job because of that, and he felt guilty.

"Y/N, I... I'm sorry if I made that happen, this is really unfair, you didn't had anything to do with this, why would Hoyt do that? I-" he completed. He couldn't believe it ended up like this to you, and it sounded like he was upset or/and angry at himself because he thought it was his fault, you defend him and gets fired too.

"No Arthur, it's not your fault!! I made him fire me". you said

"You.. You what?" He doesn't understand why you'd do that, he's confused

"I told him that if he wasn't going to give you a second chance, he would had to fire me too. I made him choose between me AND you or none of us".

Arthur stays quiet for 2 or 3 seconds, he couldn't believe you actually did that for him. Then he says "W-why? Why would you do that? Y/N... You lost your job because of me!"

"I know, and I did this because I'm on your side, and I'm tired of Hoyt and all those guys being like that, and of all these unfair situations. And we WILL gonna find another job, another agency or something like that, okay? Together"

"Y/N, I... No one has ever done something like that for me or even supported me, I don't know what to say... Thank you so much".

You smiled at him and said "Maybe we could even do some presentations at the streets until we find a job. What do you say, Carnival?"

"I think it's a great idea, Lovely!"