#advice w cliff

[noideamyguy]

[razzle-zazzle]

Augustus and Donatella?

I LOVE CANON MARRIED COUPLES WHO ARE DEEPLY IN LOVE WITH EACH OTHER I LOVE THAT DYNAMIC SO SO MUCH!!!!! I WANT WHAT THEY HAVE!!!!! RAGH RAGH AUGH AUGH YES YES THEMB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[trashogram]

K I’m gonna get straight up fuckin nasty here.

Fuck. You. Stolas doesn’t give a fuck about Octavia given all the evidence in the show itself! He dirty talks over the phone in front of Octavia w/ his extramarital affair, parades said affair in front of her, uses an outing with her as an excuse to flirt with that affair (an outing meant to take her mind off of her broken home!!), clearly doesn’t realize that LooLoo Land is not one of his teenage child’s interests — and didn’t even see Octavia’s distress for what it actually was when she was a child!

He admits he messed up and says he’s sorry — only to go right back to fuckin’ failing her in Seeing Stars where he forgets about a special bonding event he had planned with her in favor of screaming and insulting her mother, then when he tries to find her when she’s in the human world, he gets sidetracked AGAIN by his extramarital affair and humoring that guy’s poor comedy for no fucking reason as well as flirting with him AGAIN. And then he gets a pass afterward bc physical abuser Loona gives her horrible advice to forgive him.

Lucifer is not a great dad. But you know what? He gets Charlie the meeting(s) with Heaven. He saves her from being murdered by Adam. By the end of Hazbin he actively keeps his promise to help Charlie and support the Hotel. He helps rebuild it. It’s implied he’s going to be living there to be able to help her more often and directly. He saves his child’s life — which, even though it isn’t stated in HB, is in high contrast to Stolas lending out the Grimoire that his PRECAUTIONARY HEIR will need in order to fulfill her duties if he dies. How is that not putting his child in danger and insulting her purpose for existing per what the show says?? He puts her through so much shit for “following his heart” at every turn no matter how you look at it.

So yeah, actually. Lucifer is 100% Father of the Year compared to Stolas who belongs in a flaming dumpster falling from a cliff. Thank you and Goodnight.

[euhla]

To you, who have lost yourself:

aventurine x gn!reader. a/n : guess who just broke up w their first ever bf 🤓☝️ tags. light angst, (not rlly) hurt/comfort, breakups, mainly just aven’s letter 4u. might add p2 but idk

Everything went like a dream at first; everything tastes sweet, all of Aventurine's demeanor and words always leave an impression on your mind. He was born to be a gentleman, you think.

But you should know more than anyone, that every sweet attitude and speech is a trap. A trap that pushes you over the edge of a cliff.

The cliff is that will lead you to an endless darkness.

“You look breathtaking, Ves'tacha.” and his hand always guides you.

You always loved it when you woke up in the morning, and looked at him still asleep in awe. How can there be a human who looks so stunning?

Stroking his hair, you always say good morning as soon as you see him start to open his eyes. The birds are chirping, and you both are still rotting in bed.

But saying goodbye was never in your vision. The ‘in the end, everyone you’ve ever loved will became a lesson’ was never be your wish. But you can't deny that not falling for sweet words is a lesson for you.

“This is not your fault, but mine. I.. i just need some time alone.” you are now reluctant to hear the words that came out of his mouth.

“But not breakup!” You can’t help but try to hold back your tears. But all you heard next were excuses coming out of his mouth.

How many days have passed since that day? You don't remember it anymore. You start to overworking yourself to forget it.

Forgetting how to eat on time, and how you miss sleeping with someone in your arms.

That first week was like hell, all you remember is crying. Staring at the letter you were holding, you just listened silently to Topaz—your ex's friend—excuse herself.

You ignore the letter for eight days, reluctant to open and read it. Or maybe you are afraid that you will remember everything again?

Day nine, you try to read it. Aventurine's handwriting that you've been missing all this time is clearly visible on the letter.

The “For you, who have lost yourself” writing is clearly visible on the front of the letter, written a little large by purpose.

‘Dearest,

I hope this letter is delivered safely to you.

I don't want to take back my apology. I also don't regret knowing you all this time. I can be happy and finding out about happiness all this time thanks to you. I can feel what love is thanks to you. I can live and love this life thanks to you. The other side of my heart desperately seeking for you, but it’s all too late now..

I can’t change the fact that i’ve hurt you— someone who loved me, also who’s important to me.

After spending a lot of time thinking and asking Topaz for advice, I decided to write a letter of apology—or rather the words I wish I could have said to you sooner:

Your presence always brings calm to me. I don't know how I can describe all the things you make me feel. And you are appreciated, please remember that well. You must love yourself more than you love other people.

I’m very proud of you. You are enough just as you are.

And I never lie when I praise you. I never lie when I say 'I love you'. I didn't lie when I confessed my feelings to you at that time. I never lie about everything I do and say to you.

I'm sorry I couldn't say this sooner.

I'm sorry I didn't have the courage to tell you everything, especially my past.

I'm sorry for being such a coward hiding behind my words.

I'm sorry I didn't say this directly because I knew you would hate me

I’m sorry for all my mistakes.

It was while writing this letter that I realized the real reason I asked to break up; I want you to find someone better than me. Who doesn't just rely on his words even though he is actually a coward.

All my apologies are not enough to replace your feelings which were hurt because of my actions and words.

‘To love is to let go.’ That's the advice Topaz gave me. And it took eight days for me to understand it.

So please, find someone better than me.‘

[soulkeeper801]

Crush - Twice Sana

Requested:  May I request Sana caught reader having a crush on her

Sana x f!reader

Fluff

Words: 882

You couldn't help but feel your heart race every time Sana entered the room. 

Her presence was like a gentle breeze that brushed against your skin, leaving you with a tingling sensation that lingered long after she was gone. 

You tried to hide your feelings, burying them deep within, afraid of the potential consequences if you were to reveal the truth.

You found yourself drawn to every little detail about her – the way her eyes sparkled with laughter, the curve of her lips when she smiled, and the sound of her voice that seemed to soothe your soul. 

You longed to tell her how you felt, but the fear of rejection and the uncertainty of her feelings held you back.

In the quiet moments, when you were alone with your thoughts, you allowed yourself to imagine what it would be like to hold her hand, to feel her lips against yours, to share your life with her. 

But those dreams remained locked away, a world of possibilities that seemed just out of reach.

You found solace in the stolen glances, in the shared laughter and the little inside jokes that only the two of you understood. 

You treasured every moment spent with her, cherishing each memory like a precious gem.

Sometimes, you wondered if she had any inkling of your affection. Did she notice the way your eyes lingered on her, the way your voice faltered when you spoke to her? Or were you just another friend to her, nothing more?

You watched as she interacted with others, trying to decipher any signs that she might feel the same way. But the more you looked for clues, the more uncertain you became. 

It was as if you were standing at the edge of a cliff, wanting to take the leap but held back by the fear of what lay below.

You confided in your closest friends, seeking their advice and comfort. They told you to be brave, to take the risk and tell her how you felt. But it was easier said than done. 

The fear of losing her friendship, the fear of being rejected, was too overwhelming.

So you remained silent, content with being by her side as a friend, knowing that this unspoken love was all you could give. 

You supported her through her ups and downs, celebrating her successes and offering a shoulder to lean on during tough times.

In your heart, you knew that your feelings for her were real and true. They were a part of you, woven into the fabric of your being. 

But for now, you chose to keep them hidden, preserving the friendship that meant so much to you.

“You know,” Sana said, fixing her gaze on you through the mirror. She was putting lipstick on before going back to the set where the rest of the girls were. “I’ve seen you staring”.

Your heart skipped a beat.

“W-what?”

She got up from her chair and turned around to face you. “I’ve noticed your gaze lingers on me for a while before I look at you,” she continued. “And you quickly look away, not allowing me to look at those beautiful eyes”.

You gulped at her words, not understanding what was happening at all.

“I’m not really good at reading signs and as delusional as I can be, I hoped with all my heart that I wasn’t just imagining things,” she said, fidgeting with her fingers, “I even asked the girls and they have been pushing me to confront you for weeks now”.

“S-sana…” you breathed out, your cheeks burning, trying to decide if you were going to deny everything or take a risk, the biggest risk you could ever take.

She giggled. “I noticed the way you look at me, the way your eyes sparkle when we talk,” her eyes still on yours, “and when we are together," she continued, her smile growing more radiant, "you seem to light up. Your entire demeanor changes, as if I have the power to bring joy into your world with just my presence. It is kind of adorable, actually."

You couldn’t help but chuckle at her words. Everything she was saying was real, you felt embarrassed it wasn’t as subtle as you thought it was.

“Why are you doing this?” you asked, your cheeks burning as she took a couple of steps towards you.

She found you extremely cute. 

“I can tell you like me,” she stated, capturing your hand with hers and placing it on her cheek. “I’m just making it easier for the both of us”.

Your eyes widened. 

And she chuckled again.

“You’re so cute,” she said with a big smile, “I was waiting for you to say anything but I decided I had to step up”.

“Sana, I like you”.

“That’s what I wanted to hear,” she whispered, before finally catching your lips with hers. 

After a couple of seconds you pulled back to look at her face. It was happening. Sana liked you back. All of that time thinking it was a one sided thing, Sana was actually waiting for you to do something.

A big smile formed on your face as she caressed your cheek. 

“Kiss me again?” you asked in a whisper.

Sana didn’t have to be asked twice.

[weird-bookworm]

LET'S SPREAD SOME LOVE!!!!!

talk about your favourite mutuals and why you like them

😄

oh god this is gonna be one hell of an answer

@fairyhaos because shes the sweetest comfiest most adorably chaotic lil ball of energy + she gives the best advice like hello??? what are you??? oh god my heart goes a little off track everytime we talk i just love you so much

@wheeboo okay shes part 2 of the they-make-me-feel-the-safest trio along w yena and axe like please i stumbled across the sweetest sassiest boo stan ever ALSO UR GORGEOUS???

@blue-jisungs axeaxeaxeaxeaxe so chaotically lovely and so boomer and so fun and yoid think shes savage but no shes just soft and as harmful as a pinecone (why do u remind me of tht one joon meme of him just. sitting there. peeling potatoes. in tiny.)

@slytherinshua we kinda talked less for a while bc life happened and then caught up (kinda lol) and im so glad to see shes still as crazy and lovable as ever (im waiting for tht ppt) like talk abt impressive. impressive is her whole personality. sometimes in, uh, less than conventional ways...hehe

@eternalgyu HANNIE WHERE TF R U I MISS UUUUUUUU 😭😭😭😭🫶🏻 like yk what i imagine when i think of hannie? causing mischief. LIKE IDEK WHY OKAY i just feel like we'd be running around giggling like idiots js pulling random pranks on people and js the thought makes me smile

@yllouhannie ylli is like love. ylli is gentle and kind and sweet. shes understanding and passionate and really quite cute. oh my love you make me wanna jump off a cliff because how can someone like you exist 😭 (no srsly what is this witchcraft ilysm mwah)

@woozvc nora is like home. which is saying a lot lmao i sound dramatic but like yk when u just talk to someone and it feels just right even tho ur not rly doing much? shes older but she lets go and i can just feel how absolutely beautiful this person is *melts off a cliff*

@welcometomyoasis shu oh shu i have no words so pardon if this is a little small but. ik i say this a lot but i rly do mean it. i love you. so much. yr msgs and reblogs and asks always make a smile and they make me giddy and suddenly nothing is wrong with the world 🥺

@haecien bro is my ultimate gay bestie like what else do you need in life other than cien. what. nothing is the answer. life is complete when u hv cien and his shenanigans lolol like i dare you try to Not like him. i m p o s s i b l e.

@glosskirt AYYYYY MY ARMY SOULMATE we connected over min yoongi. we still rant over min yoongi. we shall die talking about min yoongi. like there is nothing better than having someone to fangirl with over my favs gloss you filled a hole in my life <3

@mesanthropi weiwei!!!! my little bundle of sugar spice and everything nice!! (+ chaos and a passion about the randomest shit ever how do u live why am i not this exciting) how is it always fun to talk to you and why do ur msgs excite me so much

@aaniag chaos. thats it. chaos. this woman brought with her about half a dozen more desi moots for me like how do i hug you how do i appreciate you enough i ugghhhh 😩

@thepoopdokyeomtouched im still waiting for my flirting yk? lol on a serious note, u and ur crazy streak r probably the most entertaining thing on here, and i fucking love it. i love ur chaos and the fact tht u choose to share it w me, thank you 🫶🏻

@arafilez bro rly dropped outta thin air like a fucking ghost and made my life abt a 100x more exciting where were you my entire life ara. where. why didnt the atz rants and the writing and the random asks show up sooner. why.

@nonononranghaee HAFS MY LIL CUTIE PATOOTIE WHY DO I ALWAYS WANNA SQUISH U NOMNOM U CRUSH U KSKSJEHEH u give me so much cuteness aggression oh my god...

@kkooongie sarah sarah sarah sarah sarah i live for ur writing and im always looking forward to our little chats abt books and random stuff (...when r u updating btw 😅)

@maeleelee @mxnsxngie @imagine-a-life-like-this i don't tell you guys enough how much i love and appreciate each one of you. i dont tell u enough how grateful i am whenever i think abt u bc god ik how hard it is to take in a random person in ur circle, to adjust w a kid, to make said kid feel safe and included and loved. so thank you. for all that you do for me and for loving lil ol' me <3

@cadenonlinelive where u at damn i hvnt seen u in ages

@rubywonu @idubiluv GUYS STOP HIBERNATING ITS NOT WINTER ANYMORE I MISS U

[morgy-doo]

THE OWL HOUSE RELATIONSHIP HEADCANNONS~

Luz noceda~

has 100% made you read all of the azura books ATLEAST once

has started teaching you spanish because she thought it would be cute if you two had your own cute lil conversations without over people over hearing

always pestering amity on relationship advice

the owl house is basically your second home by now

hooty can never leave you both alone for more than 5 minutes when your with each other

tries to hide whats going on with belos from you but you figure it out pretty quick because she is a BADDDD liar

she just doesn't want you to worry <3

AMAZING at cheering you up, honestly she would throw herself off a cliff just to hear you do that little cry laugh thing

Amity blight~

she is constantly worrying she is not good enough for you

please give this poor girl some love and reassurance

based on the past person she was she is terrified that one day you will realise there are better people and will never speak to her again

even if your not in the track, abomination magic has become a big part of your life

sometimes at school she gets an abomination to follow you around and carry your bags and stuff when she is not avaliable

she thinks its sweet and endearing

you think its terrifying but don't have the heart to tell her

literally gulps down your praise

"you really think i did good?"

she is so proud of herself after that

she cares about you SM

lucky bitch

your safety always becomes before hers and sometimes she forgets to do certain things for herself because she is to occupied with worrying about you

Willow park~

loves gardening with you

honestly you were clueless about how to diffrentiate (did i spell that right?) different types of trees

but ever since dating her you know the label and scientific name of ever plant that's ever grown

good for you boo <3

always is slightly self concious around you

always trying to smooth down her hair

but DAMN this girl is STRICT

if you play a sport or any type of activity that involves potential injury, you better expect her to be wrapping you in bubble wrap the moment you leave that field

if you were trying to impress her with your skills and get hurt, she will scold you the entire time she is fixing your injury, but secretly finds it cute

she will find simple little things to brighten your day like leaving cute little potted plants on your desk before class

Gus porter~

THE MOST supportive boyfriend to ever grace this earth

you wanna try something new? go ahead he will be excited to hear how you liked it

you wanna try out a new sport? he will be cheering you on at every practice and game in the stands

definately owns one of those shirts that say "i love my bf/gf"

tries so hard to impress you

he wants to be the perfect boyfriend for you so if you show interest in the slightest thing then boom you own a whole collection of items related to that interest and he has learnt everything there is to know about it off witchapedia

loves watching you use your magic

it interests him

learns so many different jokes just to make you laugh and smile everyday

Boscha (i only just realised she doesn't have a last name)~

oh god how do i even start this

can be super clingy one minute, but then acts as if she is used to the attention from you and couldn't care less

she takes it upon herself to be your protector

even if its from a potential splinter

BIG on pet names

babe,baby,darling,sweetheart, yk

"heh did you see that babe? i totally just saved you from that rogue grudgby ball"

speaking of grudgby, as cliche as it sounds she has bought you a jersey that has her name on it for when she plays grudgby

honestly dies of happiness when she hears you shout "that's my girlfriend!"

always lends you her jacket when your cold, even when she is freezing herself she is way to stubborn to take it back

or she just lets you wear it around the school hallways so everyone knows the coolest girl in school is your girlfriend

when she is ruling hexside, she keeps an eye on you, no matter where you are in the room, her third eye is always on you

she is terrified she is going to lose you like she did the others

lets you sit on her lap when she is on the throne

can you tell she is my favourite?

Hunter deamonne~

he is literally the definition of acts of service

the biggest gentlemen ever

holds open every door, pulls out your chairs for you, literally he could be your slave

gets red VERY easily

when you give him praise he practically melts

found it hard to open up to you about his past but when he does he feels a huge relief

now he tells you literally everything

you totally gossip together all the time

he loves training with you, it's never serious and he can see your magic in action

you are honestly his everything

he loves playing with your hair too

is honestly so good at doing hair, he has learnt how to get the perfect rounded bun

loves you more than life itself

part two? <3

[smolthealmighty]

Spinaraki Week 4 Day 2: Enough & Load

Can I Be Enough?

Determination can go a long way, but even then a body needs to rest. So when Shigaraki's body finally forces a shutdown in the middle of fighting the monster that is Gigantomachia, can Spinner pick up the slack?

“Does you have are being stupid?”

Even with Gigantomachia beginning to recover from the boulder dropped on his head, Spinner couldn’t help but pause at Shigaraki’s question. “…What?” he asked as he regained his bearings and disembarked said boulder before Machia could try swatting him.

Shigaraki attempted to repeat his earlier question, “Is you are stupid be?” By now Spinner had reach Shigaraki’s side and judging by how far back his eyes were rolled into his head Shigaraki was not doing great.

“Are you seriously trying to call me stupid when you can’t string a coherent sentence together?”, Spinner exclaimed. “The plan worked didn’t it,” Toga yelled as she joined the two, panting somewhat from the aerobics she had to do to keep Machia distracted, “Now we know that the big guy gets briefly stunned by surprise boulders to the head!”

“Almost pancake danger!” Shigaraki hollered.

“It’s Machia, everything’s dangerous!” Spinner shot back. “Look, save the lecture for after your next three-hour nap, you sleep deprived dingus!”

Shigaraki took far too long to process what Spinner said, but responded with a simple flash of the peace out sign… then immediately face-planted the forest floor.

Rushing over, Spinner flipped his leader over to listen for a pulse as Toga checked his breathing.

“Oh thank fuck he’s not dead!” Spinner sighed in temporary relief.

“I’m surprised he was able to stay awake this long,” Toga fretfully commented, “but at least Dabi owes me money now.”

“Screw money! He can’t fight like this, we need backup! Where’re the others?”

“They should be finishing up their break!”

“Call them! Call them now!”

“There’s no service here!”

“Are you kidding me?! Find a hotspot!”

“I think service is better closer to the towns!”

“Then go!”

“Hold on I can buy you some time!”

Toga grabbed Shigaraki’s face and quickly licked off as much blood as she could, transforming into him as she gave Spinner one last bit of advice, “You’ve got five minutes before I change back, scatter!” With that, she started booking it down the mountain with Machia in pursuit, only slightly thrown off by Himiko’s evasive vanishing technique.

Refusing to waste any more time, Spinner quickly picked up his unconscious leader and maneuvered him onto his back, then yanked his scarf from around his neck to tie it around their waists, securing Shigaraki in a makeshift piggyback ride. As he began to run, Spinner ripped two pieces of fabric from his mask and tied them to Shigaraki’s pinkies to prevent any accidental decaying, knowing that he couldn’t keep his leader from getting killed by Machia if he himself died in the process.

‘He’s lighter than I thought he’d be,’ Spinner observed as he leaped over fallen logs.

‘I could’ve sworn he built some muscle while fighting Rockjaw McGee the past two months,’ he ruminated as he felt the ground rumbling as Machia pivoted to close in the gap he worked so hard to build.

‘Am I doing enough to help him?’ he questioned as he dodged the stones being chucked at him from afar.

‘Am I not carrying my fair share of the load?’ he pondered as he scaled a cliff face and cleared the edge just before Machia ran straight into it.

‘If I could just get a stab in, or maybe yeet another rock at his eye, would that be enough?’ he deliberated as he launched himself from tree branch to tree branch, with Machia swatting at the parts of the forest canopy where Shigaraki’s scent was but never landing a hit.

‘Fuck if I could just make this fight a little bit easier for Shigaraki once he wakes up, I wouldn’t feel so damn useless!’ he berated himself, Machia’s roaring engulfing all the sounds of the wilderness yet still unable to drown out Spinner’s own self-loathing.

It felt like days had passed, but was likely only a few hours after Shigaraki collapsed that Gigantomachia reached his 48-hour limit and ended his pursuit to bury himself into the ground for his nap. Every muscle in Spinner’s body was sore, but he had just enough strength to climb back down the cedar tree he had perched in, careful to make sure Shigaraki didn’t slip out now that the chase was over. He startled and moved to shield his leader when he heard the nearby rustling of foliage getting trampled, then relaxed as Toga burst through the bushes.

“We’re here,” cried Toga, with Mr. Compress and Twice hot on her tail, “Are you okay? Did you get squished?”

“We survived,” Spinner panted, shuffling over to the rest of his group, “barely, but we did.”

“Thank goodness you’re both okay.” Twice cried with joy, “We ran all the way up for nothing?!”

“Well look on the bright side,” Mr. Compress stated as he took in the mound where Machia had settled in for his nap. “Now that we’re here early we have more time to plan our next 48-hour match.”

“Shouldn’t we wait until Shigaraki wakes back up?” Spinner questioned. “Too late… ‘m up,” slurred a voice from behind him, and Spinner lowered down to let his newly awoken leader off his back. “What’d I miss?”

“You ate shit on the forest floor so Spinner outmaneuvered Machia while carrying your dead weight like a sack of potatoes!” Toga gleefully explained.

“Shit,” Shigaraki panicked, “did you die?!”

“Does he look dead to you?” Toga deadpanned.

“I mean did my quirk injure you?” Shigaraki clarified, checking Spinner over for cracks anyway.

“No I’m fine,” Spinner reassured him, “Just exhausted and frustrated that I couldn’t do any more than run away and try not to get us killed. I didn’t even get a single hit on Machia except that boulder.”

“Who cares if you didn’t land a meaningful blow? I don’t!” Shigaraki exclaimed, taking a second to face Spinner completely before continuing. “In the face of a man the size of a literal mountain, you held him off and kept me alive with only your physical abilities and intuition. In my book that’s more than enough. You’re enough, and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise because I will fight them.”

Spinner really hoped Toga stayed silent because he knew he was flushed pink and if she chose now to start getting mushy, he would surely combust and undo all the progress he made in prolonging his friend’s lifespan.

[sugar-omi]

Can't imagine how the boys would handle an angsty young teen. Not even if they're goth/emo, just really rude brats who says stuff like "whatever" or "you don't know me" stuff. I've met a lot of teens who were just rude for no reason or just flip out out of nowhere.

I see Baxter being a lil strict honestly, I mean I know some people hc as the "fun dad" and I agree but I kinda see him as strict dad too. Derek is def not taking the attitude well. I feel Iike Cove would have a hard time and try and be understanding.

cove: very awkward. doesn't know what to do at all. you two have to put your brains together and he runs to his dad like "wtf do I do." and then cliff reminds him cove WAS THAT TEENAGER.....

yeah eventually you work it out. you give them a lock on their door, headphones for those car drives so they can live out their angst, their favorite ice cream, and you leave the door open for whenever they come to you guys for a cry<333

baxter: throws the sass back at them sometimes. tries to be gentle though bc he doesn't wanna be dictator-strict, but sometimes slamming the door n yelling isn't acceptable.

constantly ends up taking his kid out for their favorite ice cream or restaurant bc he either sassed them back at the wrong time or said smth they didn't like even though it was meant to be helpful (times to stop speaking in riddles huh b-man)

derek: scared n confused LMAO tries to be helpful n nice but just gets iced out. isn't use to it since even nico was warmer at this age but he figures it out

you gotta remind him to give them space bc derek can be a bit overwhelming, but still do stuff w them bc then they'll get too deep in their teenage angst n think he doesn't love them which isn't true

oh he's freaking out too btw, runs to his parents bc hello?!??!

OR YOUR MOMS. omg derek/baxter/cove running to your moms bc Liz was pretty icy as a teenager so they run to them for advice n I just love imagining this big/put together man being comforted by 2 lil old ladies bc their teenager is being cold and angsty.

when they get rude though, is when all of em put their foot down. saying whatever and smacking your lips? slamming doors, ignoring them? sure you can get away w it to an extent but saying smth mean is when we need to sit down and talk, bc you can't say whatever you want to your family, it isn't happening.

which actually works bc those 3 are just big goofs. especially derek n cove, but naxter is funny bc he's still so dramatic yk. but seeing them so serious and angry straightens them up, especially cove. imagine COVE JAMES FUCKING HOLDEN yelling at you??? being STRICT??? yeah pretty scary stuff from your dad

baxter definitely drops the cool, calm, n collected act. all those big words? fancy words? fancy cryptic sentences? disappeared. he goes from fancy dad into civilian dad mode.

they're doing their best though. so please be nice to them bc they wanna make sure their kiddo/s never feel bad

ANYWAY THIS TURNED INTO SUCH A RAMBLE LMAO I DIDNT MEAN TO

[wildemaven]

The Beginning: The Fight

Pairing: Frankie Morales x F!Reader

W/C: 3333

Warnings: 18+; Mentions of food and alcohol, fluff, established relationship, language, sexual tension, mentions/allusions to sex but no actual description of the act, talk of anxiety and self doubt, a kiss of angst, happy ending, 2nd POV, non-descriptive reader, if I missed anything please let me know!

A/N: I’m so nervous for this because it felt like it was the first time I had ever written something and words were very hard. But it felt good to have these two together again. There were key points I wanted to have in this part to build up for the next part, so I’m really hope this doesn’t feel all over the place— I read through it a few times and it seems to be where I want it to be but I’m always second guessing myself as always. I’m also making a point to find a song to go along with each piece, this one felt fitting.

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Your nerves had a wonderful way of making you feel, well, nervous.

Standing in line as you slowly made your way up to the entrance of the building, hoping your brain would settle a bit before you saw him.

“Why do you look like you’re about to barf?” Hannah’s voice reminding you that you weren’t alone as you waited.

“Do I look that bad?!” Questioning your appearance and feeling like you might actually throw up now.

“You look fine babe! I’m just teasing you. But you definitely look nervous.”

“Well I am.” Looking down at your feet as the shuffle forward, inching you closer to the ticket handler.

“Why?”

“Because— All the guys are here tonight and — I don’t know, I just want to make a good impression.”

“That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard you say.”

You all but snap your neck when you turn to look in her direction, brows pinched together in confusion and shock at her comment.

“You already know all the guys. Plus Frankie will be there. I think they know you well enough now that you don’t have to make a first impression again.”

“Ugh!” You throw your head back as your shoulders drop, knowing Hannah is actually giving you sage advice. “You’re right. I guess just being there as Frankie’s girlfriend and hoping things don’t get weird for him, just has me going all worst case scenarios. You know how I get.”

“Yeah, I do. But if Frankie didn’t want you here as his girlfriend, I don’t think you would even be wearing that title to begin with. He really likes you from what I’ve heard from you and briefly seen. He wants you here, in this space with his friends.”

“Thanks for talking me off the cliff!”

“Next!” The burly man ushers you both forward, tearing your tickets and stamping your hands.

Walking through the large metal doors, your immediately hit with the loud booming of the pre-fight hype music— it’s already drowning out your thoughts.

The lighting is dim, making it hard to scan through the crowd of fight goers as you try to spot Frankie and the guys.

“Okay, I’ll see you in a bit.” Hannah abruptly tells you.

“Wait! Where are you going?” Instantly you panic. She was supposed to be your wingwoman until you found the rest of the group, now she’s bailing on you first thing.

“Ummm, Benny said to meet him in the locker room before hand— He mentioned something about needing some good luck for his fight.” Her eyebrows dancing on the emphasis of “good luck”.

“Oh god Hannah! I don’t need to know what that actually means. I’ll see you in a bit and be safe!”

“Yes Mom!” She said over her shoulder as she makes her way to the locker room.

Taking a few deep breaths, you recenter yourself and proceed to make your way through the crowed space, hoping to spot a familiar face quickly.

You hadn’t seen Frankie since he’d stopped by the salon earlier in the week— only managing to chat or text here and there when you both had time. But you know the minute you see him you’ll feel more at ease.

You make your way closer to the fighting cage, side stepping and politely pushing your way through hoards of bodies. The floor sticky under your feet with spilt beer and soft drinks, every other step is met with a crunch of popcorn and peanuts. The air is hazy with the remnants of the faux smoke from the previous fight, slowly dissipating in preparation for the final fight of the evening as the event announcer gives the audience a 10 minute warning.

Relief washes over you the instant you spot Frankie. He’s near the front huddled together with Santi and Will, it seems to be an intense conversation between them.

Santi spots you first, tossing you a wave of welcome your way which triggers Frankie to turn in your direction.

His face lights up and you melt at the sight of the smile he gives you.

No greeting needed as he takes your face in his hands, his plush lips crash into yours molding so perfectly together.

Everything around you becoming a distant thought, feeling completely consumed by Frankie and the way he deepens the kiss, almost making you’re surrounded by hundreds of other people.

“Get a room you two!” A heckler, also known as Santi, yells out.

You can feel Frankie smiling as he shakes his head at the comment.

“Sorry, I got a little carried away. I-I just missed you and needed to kiss you immediately— definitely still one of my favorite things.”

“I wasn’t complaining. Although, our little audience was very supportive.” You tease pointing your chin over his shoulder towards Santi and Will.

“Yeah, got to love those assholes. You look beautiful by the way.” He says as he gives you a once over.

You were torn on what was appropriate to wear to this sort of thing, the pile of clothes on your bedroom floor to show for your plight of second guessing. You ended up settling on a nice middle ground— a black silk shift dress, a worn in jean jacket and your favorite slip-on doc martens.

“If you keep saying that, I might actually start believing it. And thank you.” He had you feeling like you were the only main event he was interested tonight and you only just arrived.

His large hands emphasize the sentiment as they smooth across your hips, his wanting touch evident and warm through the barely there fabric as it glides against your skin.

He leans in close, his breath hot as it fans against your ear, his grip tightening as pulls your body into his. “The things I want to do to you— you have know idea how much I want you right now.”

A small gasp echos through your parted lips. Serotonin washing away any anxieties you had about the evening, a surge in confidence runs through your body.

“The night is still young Morales.” You sigh, pulling back to really look at him. His irises blown out and his gaze fixed on yours.

“Fuck me…” His tone was rousing. An itch he so desperately needed to be scratched.

“Hmm, sounds like a plan.” Shooting him a wink before planting a kiss on his cheek.

“If you two honeymooners are done sucking face— Oof!” Santi’s pestering interrupted by a swat to the chest from Will. “Leave ‘em alone Pope.”

Frankie’s hand settles on your lower back as he guides you over to the guys. You exchange hugs with them and catch up on their lives since you’d last seen them.

“You know, normally we get the full fight experience and hang out with Benny in the locker room, but he said he wanted to try some good luck bullshit— whatever that means.”

You try to contain the the laugh that starts to bubble up. “Umm, his good luck bullshit walks on two legs and goes by Hannah. Who I came with tonight.”

The realization hits them all at the same time and they all decide how much shit they are going give Benny when they seem him afterwards.

Watching some one willingly get pummeled nonstop isn’t as adrenaline inducing as the small touches Frankie has been giving you.

The way his hand rests on your thigh majority of the night, the hem of your dress slightly raised allowing his thumb to draw small circles against your now exposed skin.

His lips grazing your ear when he leans into your space to explain the point system or pointing out signature moves Benny was known for.

A kiss to your temple when Benny got in a few good swings, to then be hit with his grip tightening on your leg if he took one too many punches— your mind noting how good his hands might feel in other ways.

You were buzzing with excitement and a deep hunger for Frankie, not sure how much longer you could curb your emotions.

Thankfully you didn’t have to wait much longer, the crowd coming to life with a mixture of boo’s and whistles as the fight came to a close.

Your group, now including a very excited Hannah, was elated at the announcement of Benny’s win— it was all high fives and shoulder slapping hugs between the guys, yelling at Benny to let him know how proud they were.

After Hannah let you know she was going to go congratulate Benny, you found yourself watching the Frankie, Santi and Will continue their celebration. You couldn’t help but admire the way they fit together like a close knit family.

You smile at the thought of this becoming your normal— a future where these men are a constant presence in your life. You picture backyard gatherings, holidays and even vacations with them.

And the minute you lock eyes with Frankie, you want it all with him. A place to call home, where you’ll both live out your dreams and face challenges that you’ll work through together. Late night conversations that aren’t over the phone but in bed wrapped in his arms where you feel close and safe.

You don’t even know if these are things Frankie wants, but you know a future with out Frankie in it isn’t one you want.

“Hey— you ok?” Frankie’s warm eyes filled with concern, confusing your blanked out stare with fear and anxiety.

“No— I mean… yeah I’m good, totally fine. Just watching you guys have your moment. It’s kinda cute how excited you all are.”

“It’s nice to see his hard work, and my weekly beatings, pay off—” You cut him off by pulling him in for a kiss, all desperate and wanton, his t-shirt bunched in your hands. You can feel his body settle into yours as you devour the tiniest moans his throat unleashes.

3 words were dancing at the tip of your tongue and you weren’t sure you could contain them any longer. You already knew your feelings for this man but you were terrified he’d find you coming on too strong this early on in your still new relationship.

“Alright you two lovebirds! We’re heading out!” Santi you’ve learned in this short amount of time, has the worst timing. “Guessing there’s going to be rain check for drinks tonight. Benny is already, celebrating…” Nodding towards Benny and Hannah heading back to the locker rooms. “And you two are seconds away from giving everyone a free show.”

“Fuck off Pope.” Frankie laughs as he pulls you in close, knowing Pope is just trying to rile him up.

Santi’s hands fly up in a sort of innocent defense, “Hey, I’m just calling it like I see it Hermano!” A shit eating grin spreads across his face as he gives a few pats to Frankie’s shoulders before heading out. Stopping a few feet away, making sure to get in one last comment, “If you don’t marry her asap, we’re gonna have words.” Then walking off to catch up with Will who’s already half way out the door.

“I just might.” Frankie says looking directly at you.

Your heart nearly bursts as he says it and you think he might have meant for the comment to stay in his thoughts, but the look he’s giving, his gaze all soft and loving like, you makes you feel like he definitely wanted you to hear it.

“Hmmm, and I might just say yes.” Your own thoughts coming out openly and you nearly melt at the sight of his dimple inducing smile.

“So my ride was Hannah and I think we both know she’s a little preoccupied now.”

“Is that your way of asking me to take you home?”

“I mean, I could just Uber myself a ride—Alone— To my house— Where I’ll probably go to bed— Alone.”

“Do I sense a touch of sarcasm? All you have to do is ask nicely and I could probably find it in my heart to give you a ride.” And now you love that he can be equally sarcastic right back to you.

“Well you know that, umm, comment you made earlier?” You sense him quickly replaying the evening, his Adam’s apple shifting as he tries to school his features at the realization of which comment you were referring to.

His stare becomes increasingly obvious and intense. An ounce of courage has you biting your bottom lip as you grab him by his belt loop to bring him in closer, your free hand pulling him by the back of the neck, his hair tickling your finger tips, your lips just barely ghosting his.

“I’d like that please!” Your voice breathy and warm, arousal permeating through your body like a fire burning beyond control.

“Ye-yeah! L-let’s get outta here.”

“My house is closer—“

The morning light is filtering through the sheer curtains of your bedroom window. It’s soft enough to make you aware of the time but not enough to make you feel like you need to get up.

Sheets are draped over your still naked form, the ache between your legs is a reminder of the blur that last night was…

The drive home was nearing illegal speeds as Frankie was trying to get to your house as quickly as possible. Your hand squeezing his thigh was doing little to help his not so little situation confined with in his already tight jeans.

Once you both managed to make it through the front door, it was a frenzied mess of toe-curling kisses and a haphazard attempt at removing each other’s clothes.

You felt drunk off the way he was able to pull orgasms from you the entire night.

Frankie took his time with you, slow and merciful, had you reeling in an unexpected bliss— this wasn’t some quick fuck egged on by new feelings.

He was without reserve making love to you in the most beautiful and delicate manner, you knew you couldn’t hold back how you were truly feeling much longer.

You both laid tangled in each other’s arms, bodies sated from what felt like hours of built up desire finally being released into the world.

Quiet had settled into the darkness of your room. You could hear Frankie’s breathing evening out as you traced small shapes with your fingers on his bare chest.

The sudden urge to share your thoughts started to overwhelm your mind.

Worry and past relationships still giving you doubts and fears, but you knew if you didn’t these thoughts would just fester and you would never know if he felt the same way.

“Frankie?” Your voice carries out just above a whisper.

He hums in response, slightly shifting his broad shoulders so he’s facing you, giving you his full attention— he’s even more handsome completely blissed out.

Releasing a heavy sigh as you take him all in, ready to fully bare your heart to him.

“I’m about to say something that is terrifying, but in the best way. And I totally understand if you, umm, don’t feel the same.“ You can feel your body start to tingle and your heart start racing. “I-I…shit! This went so much smoother in my head.”

“Hey, it’s okay. You don’t have to tell me if you’re not ready.” His hand slowly begins to caress your arm, his way of letting you know he’s ready for whatever you need to tell him — an instant sense of calmness washes over you.

“I wanted to tell you earlier tonight, but then I got in my head and started to worry it was too fast to have these feelings I’m having. But that seems to be our thing, I mean you did kiss me after your hair appointment.”

He laughs at that, but doesn’t regret the pace at which your relationship has been developing, even if it has been rather quickly.

“Shit! Sorry— I feel like I’m rambling now.”

He leans over and kisses you— it’s not to shut up you, but more of a little nudge that he wants hear everything you have to say.

“Frankie, I’m in love with you.” You’re breathless as you take a leap, diving headfirst into a new dimension of optimism and fate.

You feel weightless— fully alive and feeling like you’ve been living for this moment your entire existence.

Before even get a chance to ask Frankie how he feels about your confession, you’re on your back as hovers over you.

“I’m so in love with you too, you have no idea.” He admits without hesitation. “I knew from that first moment when you gave me that gorgeous smile of yours. I’m so glad you feel the same way.”

You brush his tousled locks back from his handsome face, taking in all his features— memorizing the way he looks in this moment.

The air between you is charged with a certain degree of emotion. This new wave of desire— an appetite that is completely different than the beginning of the night.

You roll over seeking the warm body who’s arms you fell asleep in last night, to only be met with emptiness and cold sheets.

The feeling is ice cold running through your chest— nothing, nobody, alone.

Your throat feels dry and your chest is tight as you lay staring up at the ceiling— you’re numb.

Mind working overtime as you begin to spiral into a panicked state.

It was too soon. I shouldn’t have said it, I knew this was going to happen.

As your downfall begins to level out, you hear the sound of your door closing and footsteps nearing your room.

“Morning Beautiful! I grabbed the last of their croissants for us, almost had to fight off an old lady for them. Got you an oatmilk latte, figured you’d want the largest size since we had a—“ He’s standing there in yesterdays clothes, holding up a pastry bag and your coffee in his hands, a folded newspaper tucked under his arm and black reading glasses handing from the neck of his t-shirt. He looks so happy and relaxed so early in the morning.

You feel your eyes well up with tears— not sure really their reasoning anymore now that Frankie is here.

-Sniff-

His smile drops the instant he sees you shed a few tears. Deeply concerned that something is wrong, placing everything he’s holding on your nightstand as he sits on the edge of your bed.

“Hey, are you okay? Did something happen?” His thumb brushing your cheek, catching the few lingering tears.

You nod softly, the brief moment of sadness is gone as quickly as it came on. He’s here, he loves you and you want nothing more than to just enjoy this morning together.

“I’m fine. You just weren’t here and I thought you might have had second thoughts about us after last night. I panicked a little.”

He presses a soft kiss to your lips and then your forehead. His strong hand cradling your jaw as his thumb moves across your cheek bones, his movements velvety and undemanding.

“I meant what I said last night— every bit of it. I love you. And I am all in with you, with us. I want a future with you. Heck, I’d ask you to marry me tomorrow if it didn’t sound ridiculous.” The look of sincerity beaming from his eyes as his words pour over you like a warm breeze on summer night.

“Ask me!”

“What? I don’t have a ring or anything prepared to ask you.”

“I don’t care about a ring or some extravagant proposal. At the rate we’re going, following a traditional timeline isn’t really our thing.” You smile up at him, mirroring his own dimpled expression. You close the small distance between the two of you and peck his lips a few times. “Frankie, ask me.” Your lips moving against his as you speak.

“Will you marry me?”

“Yes!!”

Next

[ask-kei-machi]

[mun posts part two - relationship charts edition w/commentary from the stupid (kei)!!]

[second image w/some tdbk ocs have the commentary included]

Jin - I hope that one day, you fall asleep and never wake up.

Tohma - I don't know enough about you, other than being an accessory to the nepo-baby.

Kaito - He does no wrong, and deserves all of the kisses and hugs. 🩵

Luca - The type of person who'd remind the teacher of unassigned homework.

Alan - . . . . No comment.

Leo - I feel like he'd leak my medical records that he managed to snatch from the chancellor's office.

Sho - Food's good, and he's nice. Also my captain likes him.

Haru - I admire his dedication to the animals, really cute in a “How are you still alive?” way.

Towa - <3

Ren - Knows how to build his characters, and he's alright when he isn't as much as an asshole as he normally is.

Taiga - I never want to be near you in any setting because I fear for my life around you.

Romeo - I don't dislike him as much, but his abbreviations are a headache to understand.

Ritsu - I don't care if he lectures me about the laws, he's so stupidly adorable.

Subaru - I really look up to him, reliable and kind. [A.N - i'd like to think he was the first person that kei told that they weren't biologically male and entrusted him with this secret]

Haku - I don't think positively or negatively of him, I haven't talked to my vice-captain enough... I do like listening to him playing the flute, though.

Zenji - [I heavily believe that Kei would've gone to Zenji often to seek advice for his arts, usually to hear a second opinion on what he should possibly do.]

Ed - No. Stay six feet away from me. I'll jump off a cliff if he tries to talk to me.

Rui - I often hear how much he does around his house... I almost feel bad and want to help him...

Lyca - He's really cute in a younger sibling way, I wish he was in Hotarubi though...

Mortkranken [Yuri + Jiro] - The two in Mortkranken are very admirable for the dedication they have in their study, especially since they're the only two ghouls there... I also think Yuri's quite polite, and he made me feel all flustered when he patted my cheek whilst treating my bite.

Pretty sure both him and his vice are mutually engaged without the rings, though.

[labselkie]

skyliv master post! [the ship not my account lol]

although she wasn’t my introduction to selfshipping, and at first i was actually too nervous to even consider her, i am so corny when it comes to liv. in a good and bad way.

idk what to describe this post as, its a mix of tag descriptions and lore summary! hope that makes sense lol

@kayakoto-enterprises you wanted to be tagged helloo!!!

s/i info: Lucielle Ross! 25 year old mutant who’s recently graduated from Xavier’s with a masters in wildlife biology (Specifically marine life but Xavier’s didn’t have a separate course for that). Mutation caused her to be born with those seal features, her main power being that she can transform if she has her pelt and is at water. She’d followed Olivia’s work throughout university, and had briefly met her, but they finally properly met when Luce signs up as a mutant volunteer for Alchemax.

In this universe, the collider has barely reached its target funding, meaning construction hasn’t even started. Fisk still funds Alchemax (not for his family) but Liv is still finishing up other projects. One project in particular, what Lucielle volunteered to help with, is an addition to security systems that detects the X gene in people. It was supposed to just be one appointment, maybe some DNA samples and advice on the device, but since Luce was the first volunteer Liv figures there wouldnt be any harm in suggesting weekly meetings. For science of course!

She’s swearing she won’t get attached, after all Kingpin just offered a few billion dollars to start more research on multiverse theory. But. whoops. seals r cute and she thinks this woman is too

Their relationship is weird (/j i just like to poke fun at them) built off mutual fascination in each other and the reassuring sense that they can take this slow. Liv is still doctor octopus, so there’s some tension with her being in that line of work (there’s been at least one incident w that metal chair). One loving the other is like breathing to them, even from different ways of life they found themselves bound from the start, stuck together like suction cups

a seal and an octopus, a lamb and a cat, the ocean and the cliffs, magics and technology, they’re an odd mixture but they fit together just fine

main au list: sky-spider [spidersona x Doc Ock], fantasy [ocean princess x alchemist], march hare [villainsona nd doc ock!]

fun fact liv is eventually discouraged to ruin her life by devoting it to the collider in particular. she’s still a hard worker, maybe spot can be a villain hmm.. idk.

tags: #liv gifs [gifs, pretty obvious], #🪶🧪 [general- any art, writing, or rbs that make me think of her nd me], #fantasy au [self explanatory, a few drabbles on my most developed au], #sky spider [also self explanatory, anything with my spidersona], #phoca vitulina [anything with my selkie/mutant s/i], #tender buttons [my first fic! older posts, but it includes the full thing on a drive], #🐚 [any of my writing posts abt liv], #⚗️ [my newest lore fanfic! regarding my mutant s/i]

playlist: right here! on apple music. either going by vibes or specific to meanings, i just really like these songs, and i feel like they’d both like these tracks

[houseofbrat]

https://www.bbc.com/news/articles/cy7kxlg3v82o?xtor=AL-99999-%5Bpartner%5D-%5Bbbc.news.twitter%5D-%5Bheadline%5D-%5Bnews%5D-%5Bbizdev%5D-%5Bisapi%5D&at_ptr_name=twitter&at_format=link&at_link_type=web_link&at_campaign=Social_Flow&at_link_id=028E90D0-C1A1-11EF-820A-955FC6B06334&at_medium=social&at_bbc_team=editorial&at_link_origin=BBCWorld&at_campaign_type=owned

Oh yeah, ‘in a year where my father and my wife have cancer, I am the biggest victim but at the same time the biggest hero’ 🤡. -William, 2024

He doesn’t know how pathetic he sounds with this kind of articles, very similar to his brother. Oh ‘less projects, but more impact’ (dah, his father or even his grandfather didn’t have to abandon the ROYAL job to have many projects and more impact, but W will never come and tell us that he is indeed lazy). It’s so funny how he wants to frame his ‘small R’ as something new, when many members of his family have done similar things and without downgrading the Royal job and by actually doing many engagements. He won’t be only the king of the homelessness, the environmentalists and footballers, but his ‘small B’ (small brain) can comprehend why the ‘handshakes and cutting ribbons engagements’ are important.

For me has always been amazing how he wants to have impact and global recognition but with zero work. He can’t understand that his niche projects won’t give him eternal relevance and without relevance, zero impact.

He needs to follow his grandfather’s advice: People like us and listen to us because of the institution we represent (but Billy believes he is divine and people follows because of him and his grey personality)

Yup.

I did some math based on Gert's accounting of William's engagements this year. Gert clocks him at 122 total engagements.

I counted 8 Earthshot engagements outside of Earthshot Week in South Africa, and 4 specific Earthshot engagements while he was in South Africa. He did 3 specific Homewards engagements and attended 2 EURO matches.

Subtract all of the above and the major engagements (Trooping, Garter, Remembrance, Kate's carol service) and William only clocked 101 other engagements, during the seven months of the year when he's willing to work. He's on vacation 20 weeks of the year, which the press seems unwilling to mention all the time.

When will William do an engagement like this where he interacts with other people from other faiths before Christmas? Or even in the month of December?

Probably never.

William is just going to stay at home, chain smoking his tears away while Kate is off with the kids at her parents' place.

But the KP comms team is going to tell us that William has suffered the most of anyone, even while his father is still undergoing cancer treatments.

But really, William's problem is that his ego is too big. Unsurprising because twenty years ago, he would refuse to do things the courtiers had set up for him to do and would yell at them with the basic don't-you-know-who-I-am attitude.

Not surprising that he wants to do Cliff's Notes-type work and be on vacation and hide.

[idontknowreallywhy]

Estera - Ch 21 - Consult

The only thing more evil than an evil cliff-hangar is not resolving it in any way in the next chapter.

A little Sky and Stars though? That would be good wouldn’t it?

What went before

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John, however, had not been keen.

When Scott had mentioned to him that he’d like to call in on Estera whilst they were in the UK for the TI meeting the following day there had been… a tension.

He hadn’t said anything and appeared content to go along with the plan. But the best part of 3 decades experience of big-brothering told Scott that John was on edge at dinner. Then he’d come back from an evening sea swim with Gordon to find his two nearest brothers deep in conversation in the kitchen. John was pacing and gesticulating, Virgil using the firm, reassuring voice Scott recognised as the one he tended to use on him when he was about to fly off the handle.

Scott backed quickly back around the corner, some instinct telling him his presence would not improve the situation. A frustrated exclamation floated around the corner.

“How can you be so calm? I can’t bear to… we can’t afford to lose him again.”

A reassuring rumble, too quiet for him to hear.

“We don’t know that. What if she triggers another episode? What if he’s rushing in to something not thinking straight and…”

The Virgil rumble interrupted slightly more abruptly.

John trusted Scott’s judgment. From rescue strategy to tactics for managing the TI Board to wrangling The Tinies. Even when they disagreed on the best approach, his brother would advise but in general fall in with Scott’s instinct (whilst making contingency plans in the background of course). In turn, Scott took John’s advice seriously and more often than not adjusted to fit in with it. That’s how it worked, it was how they worked together.

John trusted him to make a good call in everything except, it turned out, in any kind of decision relation to Scott’s own welfare. The fact he could immediately think of five or six reasons that might justify his brother’s view on that point did not prevent the painful knot of hurt and defensiveness forming in Scott’s gut.

He was about to stride around the corner to tell his brother exactly what he thought when a hand rested firmly on his shoulder and Gordon looked up at him, absolute seriousness in his gaze, and slightly shook his head. His little brother then adopted a casual expression and strolled into the kitchen.

“Interesting fact - if trigger avoidance was a good coping mechanism I’d never have set foot in Thunderbird Four.”

The unmistakable sound of the fridge opening and jars being rattled around muffled whatever responses John and Virgil were making and Scott’s heart clenched at the light hearted delivery of such a heavy reminder that his little brother knew the darkness too. Then the thump of the fridge door and click-hiss of ring pull before:

“I’m just saying, oh beloved, ancient and immensely wise bros of mine, that the Old Man is probably aware of what his triggers are and unless she adopted a whole new therapeutic approach with me, Patricia will have never suggested it was a good idea to actively avoid them forever.”

There was a silence.

His very much beloved, much-older-and-definitely-wiser-than-Scott-usually-acknowledged little brother had strolled back round the corner and saluted him before counting down from 5 with his fingers and then nodding in the direction of the kitchen again.

So Scott had gone with the flow and trying to feign the same level of casual, wandered into the kitchen with a cheerful “evening all”. He pretended not to notice the flickers of awkwardness on both faces and made a beeline for the coffee machine. “Beverage?”

“It’s 10pm”

“It’s 10am somewhere, surely?” John raised an eyebrow. “Fine, just for me then.” Scott pressed the button and watched the coffee flow into the cup as he collected his thoughts and tried to ignore the silent conversation going on behind him. He carefully added the tiniest splash of cold water before taking a sip and turning back to them:

“So, I was thinking while we’re in London there might be a good moment for me to pop in on Patricia if she’s got a slot free.”

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The receptionist looked up and gave a dashing smile as Scott paced back past him for the umpteenth time.

“Not long now, sir. Might I get you another hot drink?”

“Please.”

“Coffee extra strong, right?”

Scott inclined his head with a smile.

John had a theory about Scott and caffeine, apparently, he’d said as much on the flight over but hadn’t let on what it was yet. The trip over in Tracy Two had been slower than Scott would have preferred but John’s quiet suggestion that he’d prefer to use the jet rather than One - just in case Scott wanted him to pilot back - seemed a reasonable compromise.

It was easier to talk in TT than in One, and so they did, off and on. Mostly TI related or brothers related. But comfortable. John seemed relieved that Scott was going to talk his idea through with someone who knew what they were talking about and for the moment, that was enough.

Scott hadn’t made any plans though, he didn’t want to set something up and then cancel. He just had to hope she would be available when… if… he asked. If not, there could be another day. It didn’t always have to be now or never…

He hadn’t noticed the door opening.

“Tracy?”

Here goes.

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John was waiting outside with the fast-becoming-traditional take away coffees. Scott raised his cup in salute and nodded his thanks as they wandered over the crossing to the park and grabbed a bench overlooking the water.

“How was it?”

“Different.”

“How so?”

“Normally I crawl in there a bit of a wreck. It was interesting to… not.”

“A positive kind of different then?”

“Mmm.” Scott sighed and looked up at his brother who was regarding him with tangible patience. “So, do you want a blow by blow account or the executive summary?”

“Whatever you want to give me.”

Scott leaned back on the bench and watched a couple of ducks swoop down and land on the pond, one gliding in smooth as silk, the other making a complete hash of it and sending up a tidal wave of spray. He could almost sense the first bird’s eye roll.

“We spent” he checked his watch and his eyes widened in surprise “nearly 75 minutes discussing my known triggers and how I approach each of them. Most I don’t actively avoid and can mostly just ride it out if they turn up… dogs, snow, rust…”

“Rust? I didn’t know about that one.”

“It doesn’t feature much. Hooray for cahelium, I guess?”

“And a strict maintenance schedule.”

“Indeed. The other kind, like needles or being stuck in the infirmary or, you know, ‘having malaria’” Scott added air quotes to try to lighten that one “I try to avoid but often don’t have a lot of choice so it is what it is but I do find them… difficult to manage.”

He sipped his coffee and tried not to think about how difficult.

“I understand. So… which is the girl?”

“I don’t know yet that Estera” he placed a subtle emphasis on her name “is either. It might just have been the conversation we had.”

“Does that make a difference?”

“I guess not. If we meet, it will probably come up at some point. It could happen again. And then maybe you and the others would have to… help… me. Again.”

He sighed.

“Is it worth it, Scott?”

Scott reached out and took John’s hand from where it rested on the bench between them.

“You’re always looking out for me John, I know that. And I do appreciate it. I know you’d rather I didn’t take so many risks and I guess it would be easier on you all if I just moved on and didn’t pursue this friendship. But… I think I have to try? I want to try. I think it might be good for me to try, even if it does end up going wrong. Can you understand that?”

John squeezed Scott’s fingers between his own and nodded. No words were necessary.

Scott blinked rapidly and looked away. A pair of dogs were chasing each other’s tails in the distance, too far away to hear. He breathed out slowly and pondered the fact that yet again he’d felt able to share 90% of the volume of information with his brother but not the bit that was nagging at him most insistently.

Patricia never told him what to do, that wasn’t how it worked. No doubt she’d had hundreds of ex-military clients just desperately wanting someone in authority to give them a list of orders to follow. Not that Scott had ever been particularly good at unquestioningly complying with directions… but sometimes an uncomplicated “how to” crib-sheet would be really welcome.

Instead, when they had occasion to discuss a decision with which he was faced, she might give some limited general information, but mostly invited him to use his own logic to work through likely outcomes, suggested some others. She took no crap and often bluntly called him out on his (usually negative) assumptions and thought patterns. Sometimes he’d go away and think, other times he’d come to a decision then and there but she’d never express an opinion on whether she thought it was the right one. He’d tried to read her expression so many times but it was always impenetrable. She never told him what to do or not to do. That wasn’t how it worked.

Today for the first time in nearly ten years she’d broken that rule. As he’d put his hand on the door handle and turned back to express his thanks as always she had looked up from her notes and frowned ever so slightly at him:

“One more thing. You might find that emotions run particularly high to start with, it might be a good idea to bear that in mind.”

Scott had apparently failed to hide his lack of comprehension as to her point because with the faintest hint of an eye-roll, Patricia clarified:

“For heaven’s sake, Tracy… don’t sleep with her.”

In response to which he’d done a stellar impression of a goldfish, nodded and hurriedly backed out of the room.

Given her speciality, they’d never had cause to discuss that annoyingly persistent facet of his public reputation that refused to die no matter how unjust it might be (or how many articles EOS tampered with). It wasn’t particularly important what his trauma therapist thought about it anyway, it just wasn’t relevant and so it didn’t come up. But… surely after all these years, she knew him better than that? He wasn’t sure whether to be embarrassed or outraged, settling in the end for confused. He hadn’t been thinking of Estera in that way, not more than a fleeting, barely conscious acknowledgment she was a woman with features he generally found attractive. Anyway, given the memories he was struggling with, thankfully false but still horribly potent, that was not a headspace he was going anywhere near.

And given the look on John’s face right now… he was going have to make that really clear before anyone got overexcited.

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Chapter 22…

[iraprince]

i think what you said makes a lot of sense and that going for a more quantitative approach to drawing would make it less painful and easier to see what im doing wrong at the same time. what i dread the most when i think about drawing is the frustration that comes with not being able to polish the sketch into coherency and if i dont let that bother me then it would take a lot of the stress away from drawing since that's where most of the time also gets spent

yeah!!! like on one hand, it's advice that can be really hard to actually put in practice, bc "well, i won't let it bother me!" is like ------ [dry laughter, me skyrim-ragdolling off a cliff] BUT!!! ALSO!!!! sometimes the approach that's worked best for me is like, running Towards positive feelings in art rather than trying too hard to go hand-to-hand with the negative ones... like, my best stuff always comes out when i let myself go completely apeshit on ocs i'm really fixated on, or when i try to frequently check in w myself while drawing like "remember that drawing is fun, remember that the Physical Act of drawing is enjoyable, slow down and consciously enjoy what ur doing" (the latter especially when it comes to work, bc when i'm doing comms/commercial work it's way too easy to slip into like. "there is a set of Efficient Steps i have figured out for Making An Illustration and i need to SLAM THROUGH THEM as FAST AS POSSIBLE"). remembering to just fuck around and enjoy drawing the way a little kid does is the best, basically

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DARP Advent 2024 - Day One!

Get to know each other! FIRSTS AND FAVORITES! (You know what they say, better late than never, and it's been sitting in my drafts)

Preferred name: Sae. Preferred pronouns: She / her. Favorite dinosaur: Sola— oh, you mean actual dinosaur? Not a creative answer, but the Brachiosaurus (still). I'll forever blame watching the beginning of Jurassic Park (the OG) when about 7, and this scene (listen, you all know what's coming) amazed little Sae then, and it's stuck with me most. I read anything about them now with the same wonderment. What's the coolest rock you own or have seen: When I visited Rocamadour when younger (listen, my parents traveled a lot), it's not uncommon for little tiny bits to chip off the cliff sides, nothing big— even though little me was very concerned. But one of the older gentlemen who owned a marionette store there (very intricate, they were gorgeous), told me that if it happened right next to me, that I should take the little rock and keep it with me always. I insisted we go back twice more, until it happened. And I showed the gentleman shyly but proudly, and I kept it for about two decades until both it and the marionette were lost in my move to Ireland. I hate moving.

What piece of media was your first experience with Dragon Age? Inquisition, I'd always heard that the franchise was highly reputed, and it came from Bioware, who published (not created) the original Baldur's Gate games, and since I was a fan of those. I tried it. What was your first Dragon Age game? Inquisition. Which is your favorite DA game? I sorely wish that I had played Origins when it originally came out, because I know it would still be a top contender, but I have to say Inquisition, simply because it gave me both Solas, and Dorian. But also, its lore is absolutely ridiculous, I still find new things hidden in nooks and crannies. Its combat and maps were no good in my opinion, but I do think that the lore holds up insanely well. And anyone who knows me, knows that I go where there's good (and lots of) lore. What was your first DA book or comic? Never went through it at the time, but WoT2. Which is your favorite DA book or comic? Based on what I know of it, it'll likely be Tevinter Nights, along with the World of Thedas 'encyclopedias', cause I'm me. Who is your favorite DA character? There are numerous that I love, but the one that is most dear to me, unsurprisingly, is Solas. There is too much about him that screams at me, his nature as a spirit, and how that puts so many things into perspective. It makes the layers of acknowledged responsibility hit differently, it makes the burden that he bears so much more tragic, it makes his social connections hit differently when you understand that he had no intention of growing close to anyone, didn't think he could— okay, I'm rambling, I'll shut up now and continue answering. What's your "forever" ship? Romantic or platonic: Guys, plug your ears or cover your eyes if you don't want to see this, but being as much of an intense Solavellan fan as I am, I can't possibly answer anything differently than exactly that: Solavellan. And no, I can't even say it holds extra nostalgia of being my 'first' romance, for that is given to Dorian Pavus (which, I have to say, is an incredible romance that everyone should experience just once), but the tragedy of it, the continuous 'I want to, but I can't' in the most intense of ways because he is a spirit and emotions manifest so differently in them, the just— everything. Solavellan. What is your favorite DA-verse creature? (nug, giant, halla, etc): A certain wolf.

What's the best advice you've ever gotten? I can't believe I'm going to quote my own father, and I don't even always agree with this statement (and I hated it intensely when I was a teenager, and even young adult), because I'm the type of person who genuinely, and rationally, looks to think ten steps ahead sometimes, but still. He always says: 'A problem is a problem, when it's a problem, and not a moment sooner.'

Are you comfortable receiving feedback / asks from others as the event goes on and will request on certain days that other people reach out? What are your boundaries? If you're okay with asks/comments, are you okay with them from anyone or followers only? Yes, I have no boundaries in relation to this, and I'm fine to receive anything from anyone (not just followers). I have always valued and encouraged both criticism and debate on my blogs, as I firmly believe growth is rather tied to both. So yes, I'm more than happy.

Share a picture of something you're excited about/something that you love if you're comfortable doing so! Anyone who knows me, knows this is gonna be a photo of Mara.