#also i am aware i use very colorful language

[ikiyou]

I too, saw the headlines about this at work today.

"It sounds utterly ridiculous and instantly dismissible"...is the same reaction we all had to Trump's presidential run the first time.

As UNLIKELY as it is to secure the 2/3 necessary vote to change the constitution - why couldn't we change the constitution to write out something "as basic and agreed upon" as equal rights between men and women, for example? (That would be because of the mysoginists) - we STILL need to be vigilant against every attempt, big and small, to eat away at YOUR rights. YOUR democracy. YOU are the president of this country, not whatever fat infant is sitting there sucking his thumb supposedly representing YOU. That infant is NOT representing you, NOR working for you. That infant is only representing himself - this is CLEAR and FACTUAL based upon the melange of biased, unethical, illegal, immoral, unAmerican executive orders he tried to shit through on day one, like a loose bowel syndrome.

He and his cronies will take EVERY lapse in attention they can get to remove your rights.

Some dumb cocksucking fatass proposed a 3rd term at a congregation of more money-grubbing fatassed theives late last year during the end of the elections.

That same weak willied behavior is now trickling into the mentally ill, defected-from-America-as-well-as-reality brains of current cronies speared upon Trump's limp dick.

To give some factual context:

Quote from Axios: "The amendment has virtually no chance of becoming ratified but it is a marker of the depths of fealty the new president enjoys within the House GOP.

And: "The measure is an extreme long-shot: It would need a two-thirds vote in both chambers of Congress and be ratified by 38 states to be added to the Constitution.

Regarding the details of the amendment: "Ogles' amendment would allow any president to serve a third term if their first two terms were non-consecutive.

"The text of the amendment would still prohibit a third term if the first two were consecutive — prohibiting former Presidents Bush, Obama and Clinton from running again — or a third full term for anyone who has served more than two years of someone else's term. (A/N: None of these cases are fundamentally different. This is a specific ploy just to get Trump an extra term because he's somehow butthurt about it. It's worded so as to encourage YOU, the reader, to think: uh, yeah, yeah I think that might be logical. It is not. Counterpoint: Biden served 1 term and will never serve another. To whom is Tump trying to gain some sort of lost 'equality' to? No one. This is not an attempt to equalize anything. His revenge is against Biden; this ploy is simply a way to get unmitigated power.)

"It is imperative that we provide President Trump with every resource necessary to correct the disastrous course set by the Biden administration," Ogles said in a statement. (A/N: Awww you sissies need 2 terms for that?)

Important context: "Ogles also faces a potential House Ethics Committee investigation for his campaign finances, as one House Democrat who sits on the committee that considers constitutional amendments noted.

"I don't think he wants to talk about the campaign finance fraud that he is accused of and would like us instead to focus on what a committed Trump sycophant he is," said Rep. Becca Balint (D-Vt.), a Judiciary Committee member.

A/N: So, as usual, this is an attempt to deflect attention onto something inflammatory.

Wow.

Be vigilant, and believe everything Trump says as his aim. He is not making jokes.

Source

Transcript:

“BREAKING: A constitutional amendment has been filed allowing President Trump to seek a 3rd term in office.

"No person shall be elected to the office of the President more than three times, nor be elected to any additional term after being elected to two consecutive terms, and no person who has held the office of President, or acted as President, for more than two years of a term to which some other person was elected President shall be elected to the office of the President more than twice."

It was filed by Congressman Andy Ogles (R-TN).

Don’t let this slip by unnoticed. This is not just “one extra term”, it’s a warning shot. It’s a red flag. It’s an omen.

They are slowly turning up the heat in the pan. Do not be the frog who sits denying it’s getting hotter.

One extra term will become two, two will become three, and three will eventually give way to lifelong reign of each president.

Fight. Fight for God’s sake.

Contact your local representative of congress. Convince them we do not want this.

We are going to end up in a dictatorship.

@ikiyou

Please help spread this. I don’t usually get political and I don’t usually ask for assistance but this is important and you have more reach.

[inkskinned]

crows use tools and like to slide down snowy hills. today we saw a goose with a hurt foot who was kept safe by his flock - before taking off, they waited for him to catch up. there are colors only butterflies see. reindeer are matriarchical. cows have best friends and 4 stomachs and like jazz music. i watched a video recently of an octopus making himself a door out of a coconut shell.

i am a little soft, okay. but sometimes i can't talk either. the world is like fractal light to me, and passes through my skin in tendrils. i feel certain small things like a catapult; i skirt around the big things and somehow arrive in crisis without ever realizing i'm in pain.

in 5th grade we read The Curious Incident of the Dog In The Night-time, which is about a young autistic boy. it is how they introduced us to empathy about neurotypes, which was well-timed: around 10 years old was when i started having my life fully ruined by symptoms. people started noticing.

i wonder if birds can tell if another bird is odd. like the phrase odd duck. i have to believe that all odd ducks are still very much loved by the other normal ducks. i have to believe that, or i will cry.

i remember my 5th grade teacher holding the curious incident up, dazzled by the language written by someone who is neurotypical. my teacher said: "sometimes i want to cut open their mind to know exactly how autistics are thinking. it's just so different! they must see the world so strangely!" later, at 22, in my education classes, we were taught to say a person with autism or a person on the spectrum or neurodivergent. i actually personally kind of like person-first language - it implies the other person is trying to protect me from myself. i know they had to teach themselves that pattern of speech, is all, and it shows they're at least trying. and i was a person first, even if i wasn't good at it.

plants learn information. they must encode data somehow, but where would they store it? when you cut open a sapling, you cannot find the how they think - if they "think" at all. they learn, but do not think. i want to paint that process - i think it would be mostly purple and blue.

the book was not about me, it was about a young boy. his life was patterned into a different set of categories. he did not cry about the tag on his shirt. i remember reading it and saying to myself: i am wrong, and broken, but it isn't in this way. something else is wrong with me instead. later, in that same person-first education class, my teacher would bring up the curious incident and mention that it is now widely panned as being inaccurate and stereotypical. she frowned and said we might not know how a person with autism thinks, but it is unlikely to be expressed in that way. this book was written with the best intentions by a special-ed teacher, but there's some debate as to if somebody who was on the spectrum would be even able to write something like this.

we might not understand it, but crows and ravens have developed their own language. this is also true of whales, dolphins, and many other species. i do not know how a crow thinks, but we do know they can problem solve. (is "thinking" equal to "problem solving"? or is "thinking" data processing? data management?) i do not know how my dog thinks, either, but we "talk" all the same - i know what he is asking for, even if he only asks once.

i am not a dolphin or reindeer or a dog in the nighttime, but i am an odd duck. in the ugly duckling, she grows up and comes home and is beautiful and finds her soulmate. all that ugliness she experienced lives in downy feathers inside of her, staining everything a muted grey. she is beautiful eventually, though, so she is loved. they do not want to cut her open to see how she thinks.

a while ago i got into an argument with a classmate about that weird sia music video about autism. my classmate said she thought it was good to raise awareness. i told her they should have just hired someone else to do it. she said it's not fair to an autistic person to expect them to be able to handle that kind of a thing.

today i saw a goose, and he was limping. i want to be loved like a flock loves a wounded creature: the phrase taken under a wing. which is to say i have always known i am not normal. desperate, mewling - i want to be loved beyond words.

loved beyond thinking.

[snoozify]

Listen I love TLOU and the fandom very much but a lot of people (not calling anybody out) need a reality check and need to grow up. I wanna say my two cents on things that bother me in this fandom.

1. Boycotting for Palestine

I have seen multiple times on multiple occasions where people would sit on their phone and complain about why writers are “flooding the tags with this boycotting bullshit” and honestly all I have to say is your super childish you can’t take a hour or a week out of your day to raise awareness on a important topic that is affecting millions of people? Your so horny so down bad for pixelated characters that you don’t care about the innocent children, women and men that are dying in Palestine? The boycotting isn’t gonna stop just because you want your needs filled, the boycotting isn’t going to stop because you think it needs to, it’s not gonna stop until Palestine is free. And if you wanna read things that bad then read nobody is stoping you but a take into ignition that if a writer is spreading awareness then don’t be ignorant and say stupid shit

2. Less Sex and more angst or other genres.

Listen I love Abby and Ellie just like everyone else and I read a lot of smut about them but does that all y’all see when y’all look at them? As sex objects? Like I’m not saying that you should stop writing smut for those characters but write other things to that don’t involve smut, like angst I see a lot of people under that tag say how they wish writers would as write other things that isn’t just smut and majority of the time when they say that they get hated for it. It lowkey gets boring reading fanfics where the whole plot is smut, smut, smut. And again I’m not saying to stop writing smut but please for the love of whatever you believe in write other genres.

3. Black inclusivity

As a black writer and a black person TLOU tag isn’t inclusive enough. I know you must be thinking “Why are we speaking about this again?” Because I’m honestly so tired of how uninclusive the fandom is like I said before Ellie dates WOC if you don’t know what WOC is it’s Women Of Color all of Ellie’s girlfriends where WOC now I’m not saying you can’t write for Ellie as a white person and I’m not saying that never did all I am saying is once again all of Ellie’s girlfriend where POC

Riley was a Black African American who Dated Ellie

Cat the girl who wasn’t mentioned alot but is in the game is Asian American who also dated Ellie

Dina is a Jewish (Mexican, Middle Eastern ) American who dated Ellie

Also yes we know when the reader is white coded so don’t try a put that you don’t mention when race mentioned cause you do and we can tell when you do “She’s Petite and cute with her long blonde hair” or whatever you bitches be saying we know when you guys aren’t inclusive the whole point of fanfiction writing is to be inclusive is to make sure that readers can see themself in your xreader so if your putting all these “white things and then labeling your story as “the readers race is not mentioned” or that OC stuff that y’all do then just label the story as a white reader or a OC reader

4. Futa, trans and masc

Now here I’m gonna discuss two or three things starting off with Futa and Trans. Now I don’t know when “Futa” or “Trans” Ellie and Abby came from but a lot of you readers need to understand and learn the difference between the two because they are both very different things.

Futanari: is the Japanese word for hermaphroditism, which is also used in a broader sense for androgyny. Beyond Japan, the term has come to be used to describe a commonly pornographic genre of eroge, manga, and anime, which includes characters that show primary sexual characteristics from both females and males. In today's language, it refers almost exclusively to characters who have an overall feminine body, but have both female and male primary genitalia (although a scrotum is not always present, while breasts, a penis, and a vulva are). The term is also often abbreviated as futa(s), which is also used as a generalized term for the works themselves.

Transgender (often shortened to trans) is someone whose gender identity differs from that typically associated with the sex they were assigned at birth. Some transgender people who desire medical assistance to transition from one sex to another identify as transsexual. Transgender is also an umbrella term; in addition to including people whose gender identity is the opposite of their assigned sex (trans men and trans women), it may also include people who are non-binary or genderqueer. Other definitions of transgender also include people who belong to a third gender, or else conceptualize transgender people as a third gender. The term may also include cross-dressers or drag kings and drag queens in some contexts. The term transgender does not have a universally accepted definition, including among researchers.

Mind you I am not transgender I am nonbinary but I see a lot of transgender people speak up about how offensive it is to write a character as Transgender but it’s not really transgender but a Futanari remember a Futa is a character who is assigned a gender at birth but just has extra sexual parts like a penis.

Now another thing that bothers me is how y’all Masculinize Masc Lesbians as if they still aren’t women themselves like every time I read a fanfic with Ellie or Abby or even Vi and Sevika from Arcane you guys like to ignore they fact that they are also women themselves like it’s not gonna kill you to give those characters feminine compliments there shouldn’t be a reason why your calling these women “handsome” or other Masculine compliments and also a lot of Masculine women where makeup it’s not just a feminine woman thing. Masc Lesbians are women they aren’t men so stop treating them as if they are men and ignoring the fact that they are women

5. the Innocent childish reader gotta stop.

They title says enough I don’t think I need to say too much but a lot of y’all get innocent and corruption mixed up but a corruption kink is When you find the idea of "corrupting" someone, mostly in a sexual way, like taking virginities or introducing people to stuff like bdsm etc. It's the idea of having someone "pure" do "bad" things under your influence. And innocent is not corrupted or tainted with evil or unpleasant emotion; sinless; pure. not guilty of a particular crime; blameless. (From the dictionary)

Y’all need to understand yes not everyone knows what sex is but everyone knows what a vagina is what a penis is, what a orgasm is and what sex is but they may not knows what happens when you have sex so making the reader what y’all call innocent isn’t innocent it’s honestly to me perverted cause the only one who would say something like “my cunny feels weird 🥺” or that “what is sex 🥺” is a child. Children don’t know what sex is children don’t know what pleasure or orgasms is and when y’all say “the reader is a Bimbo” is also funny cause Bimbos know what sex is as well yes they may be stupid but they aren’t slow so before you make a innocent reader please think “am I making my reader act like a child or am I gonna make her really innocent like how regular grown ass adults act?” so don't get not knowing and "innocent" mixed up

6. The stories where they have sex inside a church also gotta stop

Now I’m not a Christian but these stories are honestly really bad and are Blasphemy a lot of people have come out and said that they don’t like the fact that people are writing stories about church in a sexual way like their shouldn’t be any reason why your characters are fucking inside a church, that’s like stomping on someone’s dead grave. You guys do shit like this and then wonder why Christian’s don’t like us. Religion isn’t something to be sexualized it’s not something to be playing with either this idc how much you hate Christianity you can be a Atheist, or Catholic or Jewish but please for the love of whatever you believe in don’t sexualize people’s religion.

That’s all I can think of at the moment if I think of more I’ll of course make a part two to this but don’t take anything I said here to heart it’s just my blunt honest opinion on things in this fandom and if I get hate for this 🤷🏾‍♀️

[the-great-empress]

Better with them than with you

Here Mc is woman

Warning: grammatical errors, English is not my native language

Tags: @huuvu

PART II | PART III

Mc POV.

—Help them... that's why I chose you

—Mc… you… are a descendant of Lilith

Confusion and speechlessness was how I felt... but... I had the feeling that this was a sentence...

—Lilith!

I heard Lucifer exclaim with happiness and then hugged me with fervor... while the cold and emptiness ruled my body... I also heard the rest of the brothers happy for Lilith, except Satan... then... the next thing I can remember was being in the common room from the house of lamentations surrounded by smiles and praises from Mammon, Beelzebub, Asmodeus, Leviathan... Lucifer and... Belphegor... were fighting to sit on my sides, while they praised me and talked about Lilith... How long has it been since the revelation?

My gaze was fixed in front, on the other large piece of furniture, Diavolo was smiling with his charming smile, Barbatos with his cordial smile and... Satan with an expression of empathy and slight sadness... Why are you sad, Satan? Why are you looking at me like that? Do I have something on my face?

Barbatos in summary said that he could no longer return to my original timeline… I felt like my soul fell into the abyss as I continued standing…

—I want to return to the place where they don't know who my ancestor is.

—I want to be treated like before the revelation

—I don't want to continue hearing about Lilith or being compared to her.

—I am not a replacement…

—Will Simeon and Luke hate me if they find out that I share blood with that angel who caused the brothers' fall? Nobody should know

They were the things that constantly prevented me from sleeping at night while I cried like a stupid girl, but as if he knew I was staying up late, he knocked on the door of my temporary room and said my name with affection and a certain air of sadness, every time I opened it. At the door, there he was... Satan with a book in his hands... it became a routine... Satan would come, we would read a chapter of a book and then cuddle and he would say sweet words about me... the others... they continued talking about Lilith, they bought me clothes adorable and angelic looking, they were aware that that was not the type of clothing I liked

More than a few people missed that this was Lilith's favorite style, as well as how my hair was the same color she had... that same night they mentioned it... I bought some hair dye and grabbed the kitchen scissors... The next day I entered the dining room with the opposite color to how I had it and with very short hair. The scandal that arose at that moment was great and Asmodeus recovered the "beautiful" original color of my hair with a potion.

No matter what I do... they will find a way to keep me looking like Lilith so I gave up and let them use me however they wanted.

Even Simeon commented that I was like an angel "Please Simeon... don't keep thinking about it... you could know who my ancestor is and I don't want you to hate me" I repeated in my mind, I feel like a criminal for Lilith's actions even if I don't I committed them. Is it because I cooperated with her to help the brothers? Why am I proof that she came out the winner and free from her punishment? The weight of keeping Lilith's secret tortures my body, I want to cry... scream... hit something... talk to someone... Satan was not an option, I was afraid that because of that he would have an attack of anger and fight with the brothers, definitely Barbatos and in Diavolo especially were not options, I didn't even want to think about how they would react, Simeon and Luke less so and as for Solomon I didn't know whether to even hint at him, I didn't want to involve him in a personal problem of that caliber.

Michael… when Michael apologized for the actions of Lilith and the brothers I cried, I just cried while he hugged me, Michael really… I…

—Lilith!

Six of the brothers exclaimed in surprise as they observed her sister alive in front of them. They did not hesitate to run towards her and hug her while Satan and I watched the scene in surprise. I could swear I felt Satan's hands squeezing mine with comfort.

—Why are you still here? You better not get your hopes up and leave as soon as possible and take THAT Satan with you

They were the first words I crossed with Lilith alone.

How are you Satan?

Of all of them, the one that worries me the most is Satan, every time Ppyong returned I asked him about the avatar, he kept me up to date that he is still in the house of lamentations with the other Lords and Lilith although he only saw her once

Were you able to repair your relationship with your siblings?

The first days in “hell” were difficult… difficult to get used to the fact that the angels are the bad and cruel ones after all in my world they were the ones who supported me, well, most of them… difficult to trust the word of the demons and that they have no other intentions, in my reality, demons are liars and do actions behind the backs of others... hard to believe that here I would have someone that I can call family...

But I quickly began to like this "hell", I don't have to hide who I share blood with as if it were the worst of taboos or a criminal, in fact I don't even care if they call me "Solomon" or "Daughter of Solomon" nor that believe that I am Solomon, I would say that it makes me feel proud, perhaps because I have a good relationship with him and for all the support and help he has given me, I love listening to his stories like a little girl who loves to listen to those stories of her parents, although only distant relatives, I see him as a good father and parental figure

Satan, King Satan, dislikes that even his own subjects are confused about me being Solomon... and I thank him from the bottom of my heart... I really want to help him, help the seven kingdoms... kingdoms... kings... this feeling is... no Mc , concentrate, you can't feel that feeling again... that same feeling that caused you immense pain when the six of them made it more than clear who they preferred.

—There is nothing wrong with falling in love with kings.

Dad please

—Your mind denies it and your heart wants to express a big statement, but he is so hurt that he needs help.

No, it is not that which begins with “L”, it is only companionship and understanding, only that, and there is only sexual act for the “energy”, it is only that for me and especially for them, nothing more

—If it's just companionship, why when you were replenishing “energy” with Satan did Mammon join in and the three of them ended up with a sprained hip?

I don't know, but it's not that word! Wait a minute, did you hear everything?

—Even the angels in heaven would hear Bimet's complaints about how a human managed to "paralyze" two kings, fu fu~, when Leviathan finds out about that and King Lucifer who is waiting for you to wake up, you will have to satisfy two jealous kings

Oh please kings Lucifer and Leviathan have no reason or reason for jealousy, there is not even a hint of romance in this, stop pairing me with kings

—But you would make a good couple with them. Have you not noticed the subtle changes of the kings? Although the other Satan, the magician, that Simeon and even the other Raphael and Michael also have their charm. How about the best of both realities?

Aaaaahhh! I want to wake up!

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Narrator POV

Intense and fervent

Those were the words with which Mc described the face of King Lucifer who looked at her with such fervor, it did not help that the king was in absolute silence and both were alone in that room, Mc tried to break the tension, however, the silent gaze of the king was more powerful, for a moment the woman remembered the words of her ancestor Solomon

“There is nothing wrong with falling in love with kings”

“Haven't you noticed the subtle changes of kings?”

The human hesitated, but then denied it, she didn't want to get her hopes up again... at that, some light knocks were heard on the other side of the door, it was Gamigin reporting that Ppyong returned with "that" for Mc and then she heard Ppyong and Jjok say good morning to both Lucifer and Mc

The woman felt great relief, but it was crushed by the disgust that Lucifer's face began to reflect

—Yes, he's so jealous that he can't hear "that"

It was Solomon's voice

—It's not jealousy!

Mc mentally remarked to her

Meanwhile with the two kings “wounded in battle”

—His Majesty has a meeting in TWO HOURS and he doesn’t even react! —shouted a hysterical Bimet to Buer who was intrigued and worried about the state of the two kings

On the stretchers were the kings Satan and Mammon, the lascivious faces full of ecstasy of the two rulers and the throbbing lumps under the sheets said it all

—What did you do to keep the two of you in climax? Solomon's daughter only lasted a few hours in that state, but they still haven't reacted —murmurs Buer fearfully

—I also want Solomon to cause those heartbeats in me —complained Sitri clearly jealous

Meanwhile in the Devildom… in Diavolo's castle was the prince of the same name, his loyal butler and the lords, except for Satan.

—Very well, Lucifer and I will go to "Hell" to bring Mc back —said Diavolo happily

N/T: MC! Shit! What the fuck did you do to Mammon and Satan?!

[katkbc]

kat is currently thinking of…

GOING TO A CHRISTMAS PARTY WITH TOXIC!EREN…

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MINORS DNI.

note:tbh i had a lil fun writing this! there will be a part 2 w smut but i kinda wanted to make a little story cuz why not? also this is WAY longer than i intended it to be.. sorry….

cw: fem! reader, strong language, violence, reader is a bit of an airhead + sensitive, use of alcohol, angst, eren is toxic , all characters aged up to 20+, im a sucker for toxic eren🫦 also he’s a bit possessive

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summary : you and eren went out to a christmas party, what’s the worst that could happen?

“how you holding up?” your boyfriend asks. as of right now you’ve had a little too much to drink at connie’s christmas party, not to an extent though. to be honest, eren didn’t expect this much people to show up. music is blasting in the back, people are chatting and dancing, some are drunk, others are playing beer pong, this party was for sure a blast right now. you and eren decided to take shots earlier with connie, jean, mikasa, and armin, but clearly you went overboard a bit. you’re currently on the couch next to eren, his hand on your thigh while your leaned over against his shoulder.

“i’m fine ‘ren.. trust me.” you reply, your words slurring together slightly. you take another sip of your beer, but suddenly it disappears. “hey, no more.” eren scolds. eren had decided to invite you to the party because you needed to have a little fun in your life. it’s not like you never went out, you just preferred to stay at home. but when you get drunk, it’s a whole new personality you’ve unlocked.

you came to this party in a strapless bodycon dress,in a nice velvet color. it hugs your hips very nicely and makes your breasts slightly pop out, you wore this with a simple and nice white button up cover up, which you clearly didn’t button up. eren didn’t really approve of what you wore, but man, you looked like a goddess. he couldn’t say no to those beautiful doe eyes you got.

“sorry…” you apologize. sometimes eren would get a little rude with you, but he would quickly realize once you start sulking. “it’s ok, princess. just please don’t over drink.”he smiles at you, and starts circling his thumb on your thigh. you feel hear building up in your core, but it’s just you having to pee really bad. you grab eren’s hand off your thigh. “i need to pee really quick eren, i’ll be back.” you give him an innocent smile. as you get up, he lightly pulls you back. “let me walk with you, it’s crowded.” he insists. “i’m fineee, i’m not a baby eren.” you reply. you grab his face and give him a peck on his cheek. “it’s just really quick..” “alright, don’t go running off though.” he replies.

after washing your hands you walk out the bathroom. you’re walking down the hall back to the main room, slightly stumbling each step. “hey, are you.. good?” a voice calls out to you. the voice belongs to a very nice looking guy. dirty blonde hair which is slicked back, and nice hazel eyes. “yes.. i am. i think.” you think about what you just said. the alcohol in your system is starting to kick in even more. “what’s your name, pretty girl?” he offers a handshake. “y/n, and what’s your name?” you shake his hand, and give him a friendly smile. your cheeks are slightly tinted red. the guy admires you, and can’t help but think ‘damn, she’s gorgeous’.

“porco galliard, you have a pretty name by the way.” he compliments. “thank you!” you let go of his hand. “so… are you here by yourself?” he asks. when he asks, your mind is slowly starting to go foggy, forgetting certain things, and a person. “i’m just trying to find my way out of here.” you ignore the question. “can you help me please…” you plead, looking at him with puppy eyes. “how could i say no to a pretty face like you, where to?” he pulls you close to his side, aware that you aren’t in a great state of mind right now. he doesn’t realize what he has coming.

“yo, eren you good?” connie asks. it’s been about 20 minutes since you left to use the bathroom. your phone is dead, and the house is very crowded, eren is starting to get worried. he would probably have a heart attack if he knew you were with another guy currently. “i’ve called her like what… 15 fucking times and she won’t answer!” he lashes out. “woah calm down..” armin sits himself on the couch next to eren. “how about let’s look for her, she’s probably just lost, you know how she is.” he tries to lighten the mood.

eren wasn’t exactly the best boyfriend. he usually gets angry quickly, and was possessive when it came to you. arguments would lead to you crying and him reassuring you, even though half the time he would start the arguments. but you still loved him no matter what, he’s your baby. and he loved you just as much, probably even more. he’s just ‘looking out for you’.

“yeah, we didn’t expect this much people to come, maybe we should look for her.” jean chimes in. “alright, let’s get going.” armin suggests. eren and him get off up the couch, meanwhile jean has already started looking.

meanwhile…

the sound of crickets chirp outside. in the duration of eren freaking out, porco took you outside for some fresh air, away from the overwhelming party. you needed it, since you were absolutely out of it. the night sky is beautiful, the moon shining which provided some light. you two were sitting on some steps in the backyard. “so… what are some things you like?” porco makes conversation. “i really like cats.” you say. “oh really? what do you like about them?” he asks. “they’re just s’ooo cute! me and my boyfriend adopted one not that long ago and he’s the cutest thing alive!” you ramble. “boyfriend?” he asks. “yeah, my boyfriend is the best. sometimes he can be a little mean though, and it makes me sad.” you say, sadness reminiscing in your tone. porco puts his nicely sized hand on your back and starts rubbing in circles.

“why would he be mean to you? you’re a really sweet girl.” he reassures you. “i don’t really know. whenever we argue sometimes it’s bad. sometimes he gets really mad and starts yelling at me, and i don’t like it. i usually cry because sometimes he’s just so mean. but it’s okay, he apologizes and then makes me feel loved!” you ramble again, words slurring together. porco looks at you. in the hour you guys have been talking he’s learned a good amount about you, but he feels like you deserve more than this so called ‘boyfriend’ you have. but again, he doesn’t really know too much details, and keeps his thoughts to himself. “well… he should honestly respect you as much as-”

“y/n!” the familiar voice calls from behind you. you look back and see the face of your boyfriend, with a look that indicates he is VERY pissed off. “what the fuck!” he yells. “don’t cause a scene eren!” armin scolds at him. “e’ren…” you hiccup. he goes over to where you and porco are sitting with armin following, with a worried look. “who the hell are you?” he looks at porco, with a disgusted look. “calm the fuck down dude, i had to take care of her since someone couldn’t..” he gives a remark. this guy was really testing erens patience. “who are you to tell me i can’t take care of my girlfriend? i was looking for her this whole time just for her to be with another guy.” he snaps back. footsteps are heard, them belonging to jean, connie, and mikasa. your vision is currently blurry, with tears flowing in your eyes. “what is going on out here?” mikasa questions. “oh shit..” connie realizes.

porco stands up and faces eren. “alright i get your her boyfriend and shit, but if you’re thinking we did something, we didn’t. she’s drunk as fuck so i offered to help her since this party is huge. be grateful i made sure she was safe, no need to go off on me.” he explains. there’s a pause of silence, until eren breaks it. “listen, i could honestly care less. i don’t want you near my girl.” he threatens. “eren… please stop.” you plead, looking up at the scene. “you don’t have any room to talk, what the fuck were you and this guy doing anyways?!” he snaps.

you hold back your tears. “we weren’t doing anything eren, don’t make this a big deal.. please.” you were stumbling over your words. this was all too overwhelming, since you came just to have a good time. you should’ve known how eren would’ve gotten.

“shut the fuck up y/n!” he looks at you with flames bursting in his eyes. “i don’t wanna hear your bullshit excuses.” everyone nearby looks at the current scene that’s happening, and you can’t stand it anymore. your mind is fuzzy, and the tears that were at bay on your eyes start slowly falling down your cheeks. you hated when eren would yell at you. now that he’s yelling at you in front of other people, you felt helpless. you get up and leave the scene, leaving everyone behind.

“eren what is wrong with you?” mikasa breaks the sudden silence. she then leaves the scene to go find you. “learn some respect, that’s your girlfriend.” porco remarks. eren looks at porco with hatred, not caring that he was causing an unnecessary scene. that’s just who he was. a loud and sudden sound fills the awkward silence.

eren gave porco a good punch to the face. “don’t tell me what i should learn.” at this point, eren was in rage, he could care less about anything right now. he wanted to fuck up this random ass guy who was telling him shit that related to his girlfriend. erens in the wrong but he doesn’t see it. porco returns a punch back, and this sets off a fight.

people start surrounding the area, observing what is happening. eren delivers a punch on porcos side, which makes him fall. eren steps up and is about to kick porcos face until porco drags him down suddenly, and starts punching him repeatedly. the scene is starting to get very violent, with blood drops filling the wooden patio. armin goes up and pulls back eren, but he’s still delivering blows.

“what the hell is happening?!?” a man who looks like porco arrives at the scene. another man follows behind him, tall, blonde and seems way older than the rest of the party guests. “separate them marcel what are you doing!” the guy shouts. “reiner why don’t you do something too?” jean shouts from the other side of the scene. connie goes up and helps armin pull eren off, and marcel and reiner pull porco away from eren.”

“parties over! everyone get the hell out!” connie yells. the news soon spreads around, and people start leaving before anything else happens. porco apologizes for being involved in the fight, and leaves with marcel and reiner. eren and everyone else goes inside.

“stay still.” armin commands. the party now ended, connie and jean were currently cleaning up. armin is helping clean up eren’s wounds. eren winces at the alcohol put on his wound.

“so, are you proud of being a horrible boyfriend and telling off your girlfriend in front of a crowd for no reason?” armin reminds eren. eren reflects on his actions and realizes he messed up big time. his anger always gets the best of him. “no…” he admits. “you need to go apologize to her. just to let you know she got home safe with mikasa.” the blonde tells eren.“how is she doing?” he asks, head down. “mikasa told me she wouldn’t stop crying.” eren’s emerald orbs look up.

he knew you were sensitive. he hated seeing you cry. he always tries to control his anger around you no matter what, but sometimes the littlest things will set him completely off. the guilt finally falls on him. you never argued back, no matter how much he yelled, because all you wanted was peace, and love from eren. knowing he said hurtful things to his girl is finally dwelling on him.

“i’m sorry for all the mess i caused.” eren apologizes, directing it towards everyone currently in the house. connie steps up, “listen, im not saying i forgive you, but you really have to work on yourself. you should be apologizing to y/n instead of us. what you did was really fucked up eren.” he replies. “we’re all here for you eren, just know that.” jean adds in.

as the moonlight shines, the night continues. eren, driving himself home realizes if he doesn’t work on himself, there’s a potential chance of losing you. he thinks to himself ‘i’m sorry beautiful, i would do anything for you.’ the texts he had sent you earlier sent, but you left him on read hours ago.

he cannot let jealousy and possessiveness take him over. he’s going to make it up to you, one way or another.

part 2 will be linked here !

thank you for reading :)

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[dwobbitfromtheshire]

I do love clueless Eddie, but he probably is aware that he's not exactly straight. Like, he's probably made out with Jeff a few times. He's just not aware that there's a word for it. He likes men, and he likes women. He's always called himself a little bit gay though which is what he told Robin and Steve when he came out to them.

"Eddie, babe, you know there's a word for that. . .," Robin said.

"Yeah, I'm bisexual," Steve said.

"I think you mean bilingual. I didn't know you spoke more than one language," Eddie said.

"I mean, yeah, but also, no!" Steve exclaimed. "I speak more than one language, so yes, I'm bilingual. I like more than one gender so I'm bisexual."

"Oh! Oh, I am an idiot," Eddie said.

"You said it, not me," Robin said as she continued to paint Eddie's toenails neon pink.

"Robin!" Steve exclaimed.

"What? He literally said it," Robin said.

"I did say it, Steve," Eddie said.

"Oh, is Jeff alright with you telling us that you two used to make out?" Robin asked.

"Oh, yeah, he doesn't care," Eddie said, shrugging. "He's very proud of his kissing prowess."

"Yeah, I'm sure he's very good," Steve said rolling his eyes.

"He is. It's ridiculous the things that man can do with his mouth," Eddie said. "You won't find a better kisser than him."

Steve growled, grabbed a fistful of Eddie's hair, yanked his head back, and slammed his lips to Eddie's. Eddie moaned against his mouth, lifting his hand to curl his fingers into Steve’s hair as he deepened the kiss. Steve broke the kiss, breathing heavily.

"I stand corrected," Eddie said, gasping for breath.

"Steve! This was supposed to be girls' night!" Robin shrieked. "This is where we're supposed to talk about our crushes! Like, I talk about my crush on Vickie!"

"Oh, by the way, I have a crush on Eddie,' Steve said.

"And you didn't tell me this before. . .why?" Robin asked.

"We were all becoming friends, I didn't want to make things awkward," Steve shrugged.

Robin and Steve looked at Eddie expectantly, waiting for him to say something.

"Oh! Yeah! I've been crushing on Steve too," Eddie said, grinning wickedly. "Who, by the way, was totally jealous of how good a kisser I think Jeff is."

"Yeah, keep talking about that, and I might have to find out for myself," Steve said.

"Don't you dare!" Eddie scowled and squeezed his knee. "My boyfriend!"

"Excuse me, that is not how you ask my platonic soulmate to be your boyfriend, Munson," Robin said, waving her brush at him.

"Steve Harrington," Eddie said, taking his hand. "Will you do me the honor of becoming my boyfriend?"

"Yeah, you dork," Steve said, slapping his chest and kissing him.

"Better," Robin said, capping the nail polish.

"Okay, I said you could paint my nails whatever color you wanted as long as I could paint your nails whatever color I wanted," Eddie said, grinning as he grabbed the black nail polish. "Now, tell mummy and daddy all about your crush."

"Ew, never call yourself that," Robin laughed before launching into details about Vickie.

Steve smiled at the both of them, happy that they got along so well and that everything was sliding into place perfectly. Everyone figured out things at their own pace. As long as they got there, it didn't really matter how long it took as long as there was time left to spare. It all works out in the end.

[sgiandubh]

Oh...I'm a tumblr reader shipper and of course I follow your blog. The expression Sibyl de Tivanet came from here, of course, as did 'Marple', but please don't interpret it as a desire to infer that I am you. I consider it natural for people to include expressions they read frequently in their vocabulary, especially in the environment in which they encounter them. Regarding the habit of putting expressions in bold, well, I'm literate and I like to make things more fluid and put some thoughts in focus, that's all.

Dear Literate Anon,

I certainly do appreciate the frankness and also the balls it took to step forward with this explanation. I will immediately add I was not the only one thinking there was something strange about your Anon. In fact, I had no idea about it, until a very good friend whom I greatly trust, made me aware of your post. Several good friends asked in DM and colored themselves intrigued, and not particularly in a good way.

In your haste, you misspelled and misused 'Sibyl of Tydavnet', the expression I lovingly coined to designate C, as 'Sibyl de Tivanet', in this very Anon. This tells me your native language is either Spanish, Portuguese or even French. There is nothing wrong with it, of course, but it is certainly a very telling mistake and something I would never do.

To cut the story short, I will certainly appreciate you even more if you would stop copying something you clearly enjoy. I have to tell you I did experience a split second of perfectly absurd cognitive dissonance, when reading your first submission, and it was not something pleasant. At all.

This is a very peculiar environment, where it is harder to find your own voice and make it heard across the dashboard. I am aware of my colossal strike of luck and I am grateful for all the people who trusted me and encouraged me and ultimately began to genuinely care for me: it's all being reciprocated and I hope they know it. But it took a great deal of elbow grease, on this side of the screen. Trust is very difficult to earn and very easy to lose.

You are free to do whatever you want, Anon. You sound astute and witty. I will read you with pleasure and promote your content gladly, which is something I have always did, no questions asked. On your own page. Under your own handle.

Owning your game will be for your greatest good. And it will help you find your voice, your path, your audience. I wish you all the best, Anon, but for the love of God, don't try this again. Thank you.

PS: I started to use bold typing in my long diplomatic reports, because I know the important people to whom I was mandatorily sending them do not always have the time to read everything I wrote and often skip over to the juicy parts.

[keyboardsmashess]

The Siren, or The Heart of the Matter

Chapter Eleven: The Test, or Clint's No Good Very Bad Day

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OFC

Warnings: language, eventual smut, fluff, angst, canon-typical violence, implied/referenced SA, described panic attack MINORS DNI. A/N: Hello bbs! I've updated the tags to include some new themes, so be sure to check them out. Today's chapter includes lightly implied SA (no details) and a first-person description of a panic attack. Please read with awareness, and do what you need to take care of yourself <3

Summary: Cleo's tests and training continue, but they prompt some unwanted memories.

Chapter Directory

I enter the lab with a dramatic sigh. “Any chance you nerds can figure out how to get this thing out of my chest? It’s a bitch to find clothes that cover it.”

Stark eyes my sundress-and-cardigan combo (different from the last set - it’s sort of my unofficial uniform). “Not exactly high priority, Glowstick. Besides, I think it’s rather becoming. You should lean into it.”

I narrow my eyes at him and sit down. “Excuse me if I don’t take fashion advice from the man who thinks red and gold are the only colors that exist.”

He scoffs, putting a hand to his chest. “I’m offended. You’ve offended me, Lite Brite. Doc, she’s offended me.”

Bruce doesn’t even look up from his computer screen. “And yet, you persevere.”

“What’s on the agenda today, B? Please tell me I can do whatever it is sitting down - Captain Speedy made me run this morning.” Tony looks horrified, and I nod at him solemnly. “It was exactly as heinous as it sounds.”

Bruce holds up a complex-looking machine. “You can definitely sit for this.”

I huff a sigh of relief. “This is why you two are my favorites.”

Tony looks at the ceiling. “JARVIS, tell me you got that?”

“Recording has been saved, sir.”

I roll my eyes. “So what is that thing and what am I doing with it?” 

Bruce looks excited. “Okay, Tony and I have been talking about what happened in the med bay with the glass and the restraints, and the changes to your larynx, tensor tympani, and stapedius. That paired with the story you told us got me thinking about sonic frequencies. I created this machine to measure -”

He pauses to wave to someone behind me. I turn to see Barnes walk in, hands shoved sullenly in his pockets. Since our run, he’s also changed - wearing jeans and a henley that does nothing to disguise the muscles I’d been gaping at earlier. “Hey, Grumps, long time no see,” I say, playing casual.

He jerks his head in response and takes a seat near Bruce. Tony winks at me. “Just in case you go supersonic.” I scowl, but nod. I get it.

Bruce picks up where he left off. “Basically, we think that at least some of your powers lie in the ability to cause sound to vibrate at impossibly high frequencies, which would explain the changes to your voice box and ear muscles - your body adapting so you don’t hurt yourself. I made a device to measure those frequencies so we can test my theory, and I just need you to make some noise.”

“Okay, that’s easy enough. How should I begin?”

He and Tony put on noise-canceling headphones. I notice they don’t offer a pair to Barnes, but I’m not given an opportunity to ask why. 

“Start with a scream!” Tony shouts.

I glance nervously at Barnes, then give a thumbs up and open my mouth.

Two hours later, my throat is killing me and Tony has to replace several beakers, a computer screen, and one of the lab’s glass windows. Barnes looks completely unbothered.

“Sorry again, Tony,” I say as I finish putting duct tape over the cracks in the window to keep them from spreading. The tape has little Iron Man logos on it.

He holds up his hands. “No, no, it’s fine. I should have expected this. I’ll see if we can whip up a padded room for next time.”

“As long as you don’t leave me in it.”

He smirks. “Don’t tempt me.”

Bruce doesn’t even seem to notice our conversation. His little machine is plugged into the computer and the results are uploading as we speak. He suddenly raises his head, eyes gleaming.

“Tony, you gotta see this.” Tony gets a manic look as he rushes to read over Bruce’s shoulder.

“See what?” I ask.

Bruce doesn’t look away from the screen. “We measure sonic frequency in hertz. The average glass, for example, would shatter at around 550 hertz.”

I grin. “Like in a cartoon? With opera singers?”

He nods. “Exactly like that, except it’s not just in cartoons - it happens in real life. What can’t happen, however, is metal shattering in the same way. A metal like steel doesn’t even vibrate until you reach a couple thousand hertz. Nothing should be able to shatter it, especially not when the metal is vibranium like the restraints you destroyed in the med bay. The reason it’s so strong is because it’s supposed to literally absorb vibrations - you shouldn’t have been able to do what you did.”

I frown. “But I did.”

“But you did.” Tony says. “The Doc and I thought you must be able to create pretty high frequencies to pull that off, and we were right. You didn’t reach anything close to vibranium levels today, but you’re still off the charts.”

I step closer and try to read over Bruce’s other shoulder, but it’s all gibberish to me. “How high?”

“Cheech and Chong high,” Tony says.

I huff a laugh despite myself and wave my hand. “You know what, don’t bother with numbers - it won’t mean much to me anyway. Just tell me how I control it to keep from hurting people.”

They exchange a look and Tony pats me on the shoulder. “That’s what you’re going to have to figure out.”

“Great,” I say hoarsely, rubbing at my throat. “Not today, though.”

Tony starts leading me to the door of the lab. “No, kid, today, you go drink some tea or something and let the Doc and I talk science.”

I allow myself to be led into the hallway. As Tony shuts the door behind me, I can hear Barnes ask from the corner, “Does this mean what I think it means?”

I don’t wait to hear the answer. I don’t think I want to know.

******

In the afternoon, Natasha finds me on the couch in the common area, dozing off with a cup of tea in my lap. 

She sits next to me. “How’s it going?”

I sit up and wipe sleep from my eyes. “Oh, it’s going great. Steve dragged me around City Park at the speed of light this morning, and Tony and Bruce discovered I can break just about anything through the power of scream. They have no clue how to control it, though, so I get to figure it out.”

She quirks an eyebrow. “That all?”

“Sorry, I’ll stop complaining.” I sigh. “How are you?”

“Oh, you know, same old same old. Clint and I just got back from a mission.”

“How’d it go?”

Her smile is near-feral. “I had a great time. Clint, not so much, but he’ll survive.”

I take in the faint traces of blood on her utility suit. “Remind me to never fight against you, Nat.”

She nudges me playfully. “Anyway, I thought we could get started with some training now that we’re back. Wanna meet us in the gym?”

I groan and throw my head against the back of the couch. “But I already did things this morning,” I whine.

She looks at me with faux-seriousness. “Do you think the forces of evil are going to give you a cool-down period?”

I sit up with a grin. “Probably not, but if they don’t I’ll just scream at them.”

Her eyes sharpen. “Cleo, you never know what could happen in a fight. You could get injured, or restrained. They could figure out how to counteract your powers. If you really want to do this, you have to be able to hold your own without all the bells and whistles.”

I sigh, slap my cheeks a few times. “Fuck, okay, I know. You’re right. Let me change, again, and I’ll meet you there.”

When I arrive at the gym, Natasha and Clint have changed out of their utility suits and into regular workout clothes, making me feel more at home in my leggings and tank top. Clint, however, looks a little worse for wear.

His grin is still bright, though. “You came!”

I side-eye him. “I wasn’t under the impression that I had another option.”

He throws an arm around my shoulders. “You don’t, but I’m still glad to see you.” He leads me over to a section of the gym where the floor is covered with mats. Nat is waiting for us near some heavy bags.

“What happened to you?” I ask, gesturing to his eyebrow that is now half as long as its twin.

“Oh, this? I got a little bit set on fire today.”

“How do you -”

He cuts me off with a grimace. “Please don’t ask.” 

I nod and pat him on the shoulder. “Well, it looks… good - very edgy.” 

He grins.

“She’s lying, you look like an idiot,” Nat says, ignoring his squawk of protest. “To start, Cleo, let’s talk about what kind of experience you have. And keep in mind that ‘none’ is a perfectly fine answer.”

I shift on my feet, looking between the two. “I’ve been doing yoga fairly consistently for a few years. And after I was -” I catch myself. Natasha notices. “After I decided I wanted to,” I say lamely, “I took a few self-defense classes. I liked them, so I took some muay thai classes from one of the instructors. But, you know,” I gesture down at my body. “I’m obviously more pen than sword.”

Natasha looks like she wants to ask about my slip-up, but she doesn’t, and I appreciate it. “All of that will definitely help you,” she says instead. “You’ll have much better balance and core strength going in thanks to yoga, and we may be able to skip past some of the basics if you learned them already from your classes.”

She pulls me over to stand on one of the mats. “I’d like to see what you’re working with. I’m going to have Clint come at you, and you just do your best, okay? He’s moving a little slow today, so you have that working in your favor.”

He shoots her a glare, but gets into position nonetheless.

I swallow, trying not to look nervous. I can do this. This is fine. Clint is safe, and this is fine. I nod. “Okay.”

Clint keeps a carefully neutral expression on his face, and I appreciate that he isn’t trying to look menacing or falsely positive. I balance my weight evenly between both feet and wait for him to come my way.

He rushes forward and I take advantage of my height to duck under his arm. I barely evade his grasp, but he’s quick to spin and grab me from behind. I can’t see him now, I just feel his arms restraining me, and I feel a pounding in my chest. The room around me fades away, and my entire world is simply panic.

I throw my head back, smashing it into his nose, and when he loosens his grip in surprise or pain, I thrust my elbow backward into his stomach. Twisting to face him, I put my hands on his shoulders and throw all of my strength into my knee, bringing it up between his legs. He crumbles with a hoarse “Oh god.”

I back away, letting Natasha amble over to check on him, and while she’s distracted I take some deep breaths.

Not here. Not now. Hold it together, Blake.

When my legs are no longer shaking under my weight, I kneel to join Nat on the floor next to Clint. “Are you okay down here?”

He groans in response, clutching his groin.

Natasha gives his shoulder a hard pat, causing another groan, and stands up, pulling me with her. “Walk it off, buddy. We’ve had worse.” She turns to me. “Not exactly the most refined attack, but impressive nonetheless. I think this is going to come more easily to you than we expected.”

“Thanks,” I say, then shift my gaze to Clint. “Sorry, man. I sort of went on autopilot there.”

“M’fine,” he wheezes. “You did great.”

Nat frowns down at him. “I think we should call it for now. We can start fresh in a day or two, after Clint’s had a chance to rest.”

I nod and the two of us head for the door, leaving Clint on the exercise mat. “Should we help him?”

Natasha waves her hand, not even looking back. “Nah, he’ll be fine.” I shrug and follow her to the hallway. “I’m going out for a drink - want to join me?”

I smile at the offer. “Thank you, but today has been… a lot. I think I should head up to my room and rest so I’ll be fresh for tomorrow.”

She shrugs. “Suit yourself. I’ll text you the bar’s address in case you change your mind.”

I nod, then wait for her to disappear into the elevator before sprinting up the stairs to my room. As soon as I make it inside with the door shut behind me, I collapse to the ground. 

Alone now, my breathing starts to race and I can barely get any air into my lungs. Spots start to form at the edges of my vision and I scramble to press my back against the wall, balling up and hugging my knees to my chest. 

Someone is sobbing, crying “no, no, no,” but it sounds like it’s coming through a tunnel. Is it me? I slam the heel of my palm into my forehead a few times, trying to snap out of it, but I only manage to give myself a headache as I sob harder. The weight of this day and this week and this month and this entire damned life presses down into me all at once, and I can’t escape it no matter how hard I try. My heart or whatever the hell is in there pounds in my chest, my ears, my fucking fingers, and I am suddenly so, so very tired.

You can do this, Blake - you have to be able to do this.

I close my eyes, press my fingertips to my temples, and try to slow my breathing. Inhale for four, hold for four, exhale for four, hold for four. Repeat. 

You have to be able to do this.

I don’t know how much time passes, but my sobbing slows and eventually stops altogether. Breathing a bit more easily now, I allow my body to slump over to the side, finding a fetal position on the floor. My arm comes under my head like a pillow, and before I know it, I’m fast asleep.

******

When I wake, it’s dark outside and my phone tells me it's one in the morning. I slowly sit up, stretching muscles that have grown quite sore between the workouts and sleeping on the hardwood floor. I sigh. I know I won’t be able to go back to sleep for a while yet, so I stand on aching legs and shuffle to my closet to change into some pajama shorts and a baggy t-shirt. I swing by the bathroom to splash some cold water on my face, hoping it will ease some of the redness around my eyes, and then slip on some thick socks.

I try to be silent as I make my way to the common area, and I whisper my order to the coffee maker. Thankfully, it hears me all the same, and I take my chai tea through the door by the bar and out onto the wrap-around terrace. I ease into the first chair I see, and I’m taking a sip when someone clears their throat.

I inhale, choking on the hot drink, and whip my head around to find Barnes sitting a few chairs away. Once I’m able to stop coughing long enough to catch my breath, I exhale shakily and shoot him a small smile. “I guess that’s karma for this morning.”

His laugh is short and surprised, and I’m taken by how much I like the sound of it. “I was trying to get your attention so I didn’t startle you, but I guess I did, anyway.”

I shrug. “It’s fine, I’m the one who intruded.” I make to stand up. “I’ll just head in.”

“No!” he says, both of us looking equally surprised by the speed and volume of his outburst. “I mean, I’m just sitting out here. No need for you to leave.”

I settle back into the chair with a small smile. “Thanks.” I don’t know if it’s the quiet of this barely-morning moment, or if we’re both too exhausted to fight, but there’s a sort of ease between us that has never been there before. “Couldn’t sleep?” I ask.

He looks up at the stars. “At this point, the nights I can sleep seem to be the exception. You?”

I shake my head. “I crashed after training with Nat and Clint, so now my body’s convinced it’s morning, the little fucker.”

His smile is small, but it’s there. “You’ve had quite the day.”

I follow his gaze to the sky. “Yeah, well… I never expected it to be easy, trying to hang with the world’s mightiest heroes.”

He laughs darkly. “Right.”

I peek over at him, but he’s still looking up. “What, not feeling very mighty today, Man Bun?”

I see his eyes roll. “You’re impossible.”

I laugh, and we share a companionable silence for a few beats. I’m almost startled when he speaks again, his voice quiet and low.

“I guess I never really do. Feel mighty, that is.”

I hum. “I’d imagine you’re not alone in that, what with the massive amount of pressure you all face.”

He shakes his head with a humorless chuckle. “No, I’m pretty sure it’s just me. Steve is… he’s always had more guts than he knows what to do with. Ever since we were kids. Stark thinks he’s a gift to us all, you know that. Banner is quieter, maybe, but he’s good at the science thing and he knows it. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Nat falter, and Clint will probably die laughing at his own jokes one day. Thor is… well, you’ll see when you meet him, but he definitely isn’t one for self-doubt.”

Part of me wants to joke this moment away, to tell him that this is the most I’ve ever heard him speak, but I don’t. I don’t want to lose… whatever this is. “I think you’d be surprised by what goes on behind the scenes. Even the most confident people have their moments.”

Barnes glances at me. “Do you?”

My eyes widen. “You think I’m confident?”

He shrugs. “I don’t know, you always seem to get the last word. When you’re yapping about books or all this Atlantis stuff, it’s clear you know how smart you are.”

I turn, sitting criss-cross applesauce, and face him. “If I didn’t know better, Grumps, I’d think you were complimenting me.”

He glares at me, but there’s no heat in it. “I’m just making observations.”

I snort, looking down so he doesn’t see the pink in my cheeks. “Yeah, well, what you’re observing is just someone who has learned how to put up a really good front.”

Barnes sits a bit straighter and looks at me, really looks at me, a depth to his gaze that I haven’t seen before. For a moment, it’s just this - just us, sitting on a balcony with the whole of the city spread out beneath us like a twinkling, velvet blanket. My breath hitches as I realize how very blue his eyes are. Oh. Oh, no.

He opens his mouth to speak.

“Hey, I didn’t know anyone else was up!” 

We both jump, Barnes twisting quickly in his chair to face away from me. Knowing he doesn’t want to be seen looking chummy with me stings for a brief, sharp moment, but I shove that down and turn to find the source of the noise.

Clint is walking through the common area, a bandage on his nose drawing attention to the black eye I gave him earlier in the day. At some point since training, he’s apparently tried to draw in the second half of his eyebrow with a brown marker, and it looks… real bad. 

As he nears, I realize he isn’t slowing down, and I jump up.

“Clint, wait! The door -”

I’m interrupted by the slam his body makes as it rams full-speed into the clear glass.

“ - is closed…” I finish quietly. 

Clint looks up, nose gushing blood, and if I didn’t break it earlier, it’s certainly broken now. “Thanks, Cleo,” he says, voice strained. “I actually discovered that all on my own.”

[hongluboobs]

tumblr user hong lu boobs have you played any of the new canto yet im very interested in your thoughts

Yes I do!!! I don't want to make a big post on Some Of The Stuff til the whole canto is up (if you are aware of this account and some of my recent postings it may become aware of what i am talking about) but ohhghghgh. This shit Re Awakened the naive cyanism in me!! I thought it was gone. I thought I was over Hong Lu! I haven't even been doing my dailies and weeklies as of late that's how out of it i've been. but NOPE!! We are sooooo limback babey!!

(i apologize for yapping about hong lu right off the bat. its not that guy's turn yet. it's don's world and we are all just living it, but with the way don's character is structured my brain goes more towards a "wait and see" approach for her. I know it'll be awesome and i Am invested but like. this is hong lu boobs dot tumblr dot com. I'm sorry women)

I'll put some basic stuff above the cut and then some more spoiler-y stuff below.

HUGE fan of the presentation this canto. PJM continues to get crazier with this stuff every canto and this is no exception.

In the light of that previous bullet, I am fully expecting some meta fuckery here. They've pulled some cool stuff at the ends of cantos 5 and 6 but. this is the sinner about delusion/unreality! I Live In Fear of whatever pm is cooking.

The setting is also REALLY fun. whenever I saw a new battle bg i was cheering and clapping. they're all so fun and whimsical and there's so much potential for interesting things

I really like seeing how people dress in the north of the city! We've had so many new factions/branches of factions thrown at us so far and I love a lot of the outfits! Will this still hold true when I try to draw them and get upset at the level of detail after drawing standard formalwear on pm characters for so long? Maybe!

The CGs have been really clean so far? As an artist I get worried about this stuff sometimes because it's a lot of work to get done but all the ones I've seen so far are really nice :)

If you aren't reading passives and status effects this canto. do that. my brain might be a little too small atm to comprehend some of the gimmicks w the main enemy type but some of the wording in the enemies passives may be hinting at things. Also some of them are really funny

this Might be my favorite direction they've taken the OST? Honestly it's so hard to pick because this ost NEVER misses but I've been typing this whole thing to that one boss's theme (you know the one)

If you've played through the first part of the canto, feel free to click through the read more for some of my thoughts that delve more into spoiler territory

I am so intimidated anytime the screen goes black and I have to deal with various colored text and Scary Voiceover. I cannot say much on it aside from just how scared i get whenever it happens. I'm pretty bad at identifying voices (especially if i don't understand the language) but these lines just get. so interesting

Here they are all together for my convenience (and potentially yours :) )

I don't have a ton to say on it especially because anything I say can be proven wrong Very Quickly and I am not a don quixote scholar but I think the "Please, please! I don't want an adventure, stop! Please!" line from (who i assume to me) second kindred don is VERY interesting. much to think about regardless!

UPDATE: while I was writing this my buddy lu-is-not-ok (follow him. if you like what I do you'll like what he does.) sent me this image.

Yep, we've got identity stuff going on. Yellow seems to be Our Don Quixote (It's her text color, at least, but back then she'd be the bloodfiend second kindred, hence being able to obliterate that bear immediately, and acting less in line with the DQ we know and love) while red is... maybe the original don quixote? The original owner of rocinate at least,("Your running shoes look like they could fetch a nice price...") who seems obsessed with justice and fixers like ours. I haven't read the book so I don't feel like I can add a ton more to this aside from flat speculation but I am very interested in how this develops.

Ok now I want to talk about Hong Lu stuff. Let's ignore the elephant in the room for just a second :)

I'm a big fan of the exchange between Dante, Verg, and Hong Lu. THERE IS SO MUCH CONCERNING FORESHADOWING IN HERE!!!!! OH MY GOG. I can't handle it.

the specific wording of "the most lucid one" is SO interesting to me. fully expecting these cantos to be a True Combo. I was already anticipating it because they both have so much to do with rules and the boundary of reality and delusion but with the familial hierarchy theme present in bloodfiends its Definitely happening. And the light in Hong Lu's left eye going dimmer??? with the water theming being used??? Gloom/sinking themed distortion Please Please Please. you're nothing. Theres some water connections from the book irt the land of illusion (near the end bao-yu's enlightenment is seen as realizing that everything is akin to moonlight mirrored in the water- it ultimately doesn't matter and everything predestined to happen will occur regardless) and this water theming is present in Hong Lu as well (base ego) but it's really interesting to see it Like This.\

And now. there's probably some other stuff I can talk about but I wanna say things about The Elephant In The Room. If you follow my stuff and are caught up on this canto you know what I'm talking about.

I have been compiling a diagram with every mention of Hong Lu's family across all his dialogue. (which you can see here if interested, though it's now outdated for obvious reasons) We only really get vague mentions, the only direct family appearance is Jia Huan, who shows up to say one line and then fucks off.

I was not expecting to get stuff on Hong Lu This Early. They've been giving us mostly crumbs and I was NOT expecting to get hit by All This. I have been surviving on scraps and I just had the Hong Lu lore equivalent of a rotisserie chicken thrown to me. I'm kind of rusty on DOTRC because I haven't touched up on it in a while and as such I cannot give too many details but it's very interesting to see Xichun.

I'm going to check up on Xichun's characterization in the source later because there's so many characters in that book and she wasn't really one I had that close an eye on during my read. From what I remember, she's one of Bao-yu's cousins who lives in the garden with him, and eventually runs away to become a nun when the family starts falling into decline. (mirroring Bao-yu running away to become a monk for the same reasons.) I'm probably missing stuff I'll catch when I go out to reread the book, but based on how she's depicted here it gives me more of an idea about what themes of dotrc they're pushing for canto 8.

They're for sure emphasizing the familial abuse and how fucked up the jia family is. It almost reads like all of the siblings are in competition with each other (building "factions"). and Hong Lu has said his siblings have attempted to kill him before.

Hong Lu has been like this, which lines up with his book equivalent of Bao-yu, who is notorious for being childish/naive and not necessarily working within the pre established rules and conventions set up by his family. I'm curious how he's managed to survive this long with the jias a lot more willing to Kill Eachother.

"My most amicable sibling" fucks me up so much. what the hell is this family's deal man. I'm really curious about this line, because xichun is not a sibling but a cousin in the book. I'm curious what's gonna happen with Bao-chai and Dai-yu in Limbus because it's very challenging to adapt this story without those two. Dai-yu in Dotrc is one of the characters Bao-yu feels most comfortable being himself around. Generally, the female characters in DOTRC are better people than the male ones, and Bao-yu spends most of his time with the girls as a result. I'm curious how/if they'll adapt this because it's a pretty big thing in the book and they serve as an escape for Bao-yu from dealing with the nightmare that is people like his father. I feel if it was happening, they'd probably write Xichun a little kinder, but I don't know nearly enough to make any sort of call yet. Absolutely TERRIFIED (positive. this is a good thing) for what PM is cooking.

I'm gonna have to cut this off here because i have A Lot of thoughts but i also have many assignments to finish and have been typing this for way too long! Thank you for asking the question anon I hope you enjoyed reading some of my thoughts :) !!

[starlitvases]

Hello,

I am the system that first pointed out snowchester-system's racism here on Tumblr. I want to say something to everyone who was affected by their actions, whether it be the racist actions, the RAMCOA/OEA bait, or both at the same time.

I think I speak for everyone when I say that we as a community are devastated by the bait account's actions, either because we fell for it or because we are acutely aware of the harm they have caused.

If you believed them and are now hurt, know that your feelings are valid. Many of us are vulnerable survivors and may miss the signs of dishonesty. It is not your fault. If anyone wants to let out their grievance, my DMs and asks are open.

I cannot overstate that their actions are inexcusable. Every bait account blog that is coming out as bait has a responsibility to take accountability for their actions. I acknowledge that many won't, but it's the truth nonetheless.

For systems of color, especially Latino systems, this message is for your specifically: you did not deserve to have your language and culture mocked. I speak as a Latina system when I say that I'm beyond disgusted that these bait accounts didn't see the harm in being discriminatory towards our community in their goals. Our culture is rich, expressive, and valuable. Our culture never deserved to be made a mockery, especially in a community that has deep trauma. As I've stated before, anyone affected by these bait blogs' actions is welcome in my DMs or my Tumblr asks.

I think it's important to dispell some of the myths these accounts have made. Here are some of the highlights:

1. You can be racist against an ethnic group you're also a part of. This is called internalised racism. Snowchester-system claims to be Puerto Rican and therefore cannot be racist against Mexicans. Pushing negative stereotypes against Mexicans is still a racist action. Being Puerto Rican does not change this.

2. Scripts are rarely used because of the time and resources they require. They take a long time to input into a child and an even longer time to develop a useable script at all. Many groups do not have the resources needed to implement a script into a child. Scripts also need to be implemented early. They cannot be implemented after the ages of 4-5 due to normal child development. A child at and after these ages will start to separate fantasy from reality and will likely be able to determine that the script being presented to them isn't real. For this reason, scripts need to be implemented starting very early, preferably very shortly after birth. When implementing a script, it needs to be uncomplicated, short, and believable to an infant. Long and complicated scripts are extremely unlikely to stick to a child.

3. Witsec is highly unlikely to move someone outside of the US due to jurisdiction complications. They also very much would not move someone to a country where international ties are fragile, like Mexico. People in Witsec are not allowed social media as this breaks anonymity and increases the risk of being discovered.

I highly encourage people to do their research if you suspect someone to be lying. These bait accounts are a tragedy for everyone involved, but we can still learn from it. I hope that as a community, we can all heal from this.

[dayfaresthenight]

Alex's Bio

Name: Alex Davis Alt Names: "Trollmaster". (LEL Get pwned xDDD)

Special Titles: Puppet, Old Friend. (for being a puppet he is pretty off-handed honestly, kinda weird but I don't mind haha)

Username: Trollmasterlol351

Nicknames: Troll, Alexy.

Chronological Age: 17

Age: 17 (juuust one more year!)

Pronouns: He/him

Sexuality: Bisexual

Gender: Cis Male

Species: Human, "Vessel" (i don't know what a vessel is LOL)

Disorders: Conduct Disorder, Chronic Nightmares. (what??? nightmares? i don't get nightmares!!! xD)

Physical Disabilities: Weakness in Left leg (Recovering!!!)

Religion: None. (I consider myself open-minded, though!) Grade: 12th

Lives in: [REDACTED] (I don't give out my location to strangers on the net xD), Also Daisys House! Languages: English, LEET SPEAK, Various Ciphers. (Marble Hornets taught me well!!!)

Height: 5'12 (I AM 6'0 I AM 6'0) Race: Paleish in Vessel, Cacussian in Real form (NOOO STOP LEAKING MY PERSONAL INFO WHOEVER YOU ARE DX) Ethnicity: English-American Accent: Rather Light and Chipper, although deepens when angry.

Powers: Exceptionally Emotionally Resilient, Respawning (In-Vessel Form, or When in Daisy's house in general), Memory Connections (Considering I'm always with the guy in armor when in here, I can see basically whatever he sees!) Weaknesses: Short Temper when Provoked, His Guilt, Killing his Puppeter. (...haha these people really are weird LOL)

Weapons: The nearest chair he can huck at someone, Linked Swords. (1v1 me on Sword fights on the heights i'd win 100% xD)

Alignment: Chaotic Good (I... Really do try my best, despite everything.)

Text Color: This!!!

Main Hobbies: Gaming, Collecting (pokemon cards!!!)

Favorite Food: PIZZA!!!!!! Favorite Flower: Daisys xD (daisys are pretty cool but in all seriousness I like sunflowers a lot too!!!)

Scent: Blueberry Bodyspray. (Gotta dress to impress!!!)

Handedness: Right-handed

Blood Color: Red

Awareness: VERY Aware [Effect: Positive] (...)

Birthday: January 23rd (THE BIG 18 IS COMING UP!!!!)

Theme:

Playlist:

Fun Facts: I am totally an elite haxer who was taught by 1x1x1x1x1x1x1x11 himself!!!!! Used an exploiting script once and thinks hes a hacker now. Actually pretty good at games, even if he overestimates himself 99% of the time.

Special Interests: Pokemon, Mario, Retro Games, Retro Internet. (RETRO IS THE BEST)

Stims: Fast Talking, Jumping Around.

Stimboard: WIP Moodboard: WIP Fashion Board: WIP Comfort Objects: His Old Gameboy Advance.

Family: Claire Davis (Mom!) Gregory Davis (Dad!)

Friends: DAISY! (Best friend), Courtney, (Close Friend), Jose (Friend), Everyone else in the Friend group (Friends!), Lancia (Friend)

Romance: N/A!!

Enemies: Zandeeee (Maybe? Idk, she doesn't seem to really like me), The NPCs (Most of them are just not really nice to her...), The Cultivator (That mushroom can rot in hell for what he did to my friend.)

Patrons: Ozymandias (He is the one who brought me here. I don't think he has good intentions, but I'm still grateful to him and stuff!)

Pets: Claire (my cat!!! I named it after my mom because she is cool xD)

Brief Personality: Alex is on the surface a very kind person. Energetic, and always pulling various pranks in an attempt to entertain and cheer up his friends. Whenever there's a chance to pull someone's leg, he'll be the first one doing it. Despite that though, Alex never tends to take his pranks too far- and is extremely supportive of his friends when they need it. He struggles a lot with his own emotions, and in general, isn't really good at conveying how he feels.

Alex is fiercely protective of those he cares about, and he will immediately throw himself into the line of fire just to protect them. He is very rebellious, and this often leads him into situations that are severely out of his weight class.

Brief Backstory: Alex is a relatively regular person, at least compared to most in this place. He was born in 1999 to his parents and grew up in a relatively middle-class lifestyle. Although his family had some hard times, he generally grew up well taken care of.

He discovered the internet and Roblox at a young age and immediately fell in love with it. He finally had a group of like-minded people who could tolerate his shenanigans, which made him quite happy. He never really had many friends growing up, so he deeply cherished this friend group.

One person, though, he latched onto more than the others, and that was Daisy. Daisy was always there to come on and play with him and was one of the few people Alex would settle down with and talk about stuff with. Someone, he didn't feel the need to impress or entertain.

Despite that though, he was rather oblivious to Daisy's own troubles, something that eats him up to this day. Maybe if he had just noticed sooner, maybe if he had just told his mom he was worried about her, maybe...

...But the past is the past. Everyone's gone their own ways, and Alex is starting to feel that loneliness that he thought he had escaped start to creep back in. The memories are coming back, and it's starting to haunt him.

Why can't he just forget? Why can't-

Knock knock.

...He opened up the front door...

"Would you like me to bring you to your friend?"

...

Maybe it's never too late to make amends, to... make things right.

[she-wolf09231982]

*Disclosure for my future Gambit/Remy LaBeau fanfic posts*

👇🏼

I just want to disclose (to avoid conflict and unnecessary confrontations) I am not a comic expert. Gambit/Remy LeBeau is very new to me and I’m doing my best to stay genuine to what I’ve researched online or from what I’ve seen in the D&W movie.

I’m aware there was a HUGE controversy over his heavy accent/dialect and over his eye color in the movie, so I tried to incorporate both versions of each in my writing to satisfy everyone’s preferred Gambit/Remy style. (Personally, I loved Channing Tatum’s accent in the movie ☺️)

I’m also cognizant that Gambit and Rogue are an item in the comics, but for sanity sake, Rogue will be a pastime only mentioned in passing if absolutely necessary so I don’t have to study in depth another character I’m unfamiliar with. (I need some brain space for real life stuff, too 😅)

Also, because I’m currently learning Haitian Creole, that’s the language I’ve chosen to use for my stories, which yes, I know isn’t accurate to Gambit, but French Creole wasn’t available on Pimsleur, so don’t be a dick about it 😜

Anyway, I’m doing my maximum effort over here writing for Gambit/Remy, so when I do post my developing Gambit story, please, if you have comments or criticisms that don’t benefit anyone else’s appreciation of these fanfics, keep them to yourself and let the rest of us relish it.

*I support safe spaces for everyone to read and write freely, so just sit back and enjoy the ride, kids. Life’s too short*

Thanks so much 💜🩷

[diamonddaze01]

get to know your mutuals ! tag game !

⋆｡°✩ stole this from @ylangelegy bc i also love to yap! ⋆｡°✩ read on to perceive me in ways you have never perceived me before

⋆｡°✩ what's the origin of your blog title? made the blog when i was obsessed with diamond days from seventeenth heaven. you could say the song had me in a daze.... + 01 is for my birth year! and thus diamonddaze01 was born

⋆｡°✩ favorite fandoms: does f1 count as a fandom. lmao (other than f1 and svt i'm also a deobi and ahgase)

⋆｡°✩ OTP(s)/shipname: i stand on business when it comes to dramione and zutara

⋆｡°✩ favorite color: navy blue and lavender (which is why my room is navy blue and my living room is lavender)

⋆｡°✩ favorite game: not really a big gamer, but if you wanna talk card games, i'm the self-proclaimed queen of rummy and uno

⋆｡°✩ song stuck in your head: been humming subhanallah by sreeram and shilpa rao for the past week or so!

⋆｡°✩ weirdest habit/trait? i have a tendency to fidget a lot, so i always keep a hairtie on my wrist to play with during long meetings - i've definitely learned some pretty insane knots by this point

⋆｡°✩ hobbies: singing, dancing, and trying new recipes! i love cooking and love using food as therapy, medicine, and as a love language. recently also picked up journaling!

⋆｡°✩ if you work, what's your profession? i'm an r&d engineer for a medical device company! i wanted to be a lawyer up until third year of college, but i think engineering is where i'm meant to be!

⋆｡°✩ if you could have any job you wish, what would it be? a recording artist, probably. and a bharatanatyam teacher

⋆｡°✩ something you're good at: discovered recently that i'm really good at writing test protocols (and if you think that's a cop out answer bc tara DUH tara that's your JOB - i'm also surprisingly good at rage cage and painting)

⋆｡°✩ something you're bad at: my snacking habits </3 they must be curtailed i fear

⋆｡°✩ something you love: curling up on my couch on a rainy night, queuing up some orchestral covers of pop songs, and pretending i'm in a fantasy book

⋆｡°✩ something you could talk about for hours off the cuff: as kae is now fully aware. f1 drama. i am so invested it hurts me. maybe i should start a podcast

⋆｡°✩ something you collect: unintentionally i have started collecting keyboards! eyeing an aula f99 rn. ialso collect boarding passes from all my travels (breaks my heart that we're switching to digital passes </3)

⋆｡°✩ something you forget: turning off my alarm on the weekends. i wake up in a cold sweat at 6 am on a saturday far too often

⋆｡°✩ what's your love language? physical touch and gift giving/receiving! i am a hugger unfortunately

⋆｡°✩ favorite movie/show: gonna be so stereotypical and say my fav movie of all time is either dil dhakne do or yeh jawaani hai deewani. what can i say, they're classics. favorite show has been inventing anna for almost three years now. i'm on my 8th rewatch!

⋆｡°✩ favorite food: amma's soppu kozhambu, appa's aloo paratha, my sister's tiramisu. or thai food of any kind (bonus points if it's spicy basil fried rice with pineapple)

⋆｡°✩ favorite animal: red pandas or sea otters!

⋆｡°✩ are you musical? if i'm not singing you can assume i'm DEAD. but yes, i was raised in an incredibly musical family (especially on my father's side). grew up listening to indian classical music and doing indian classical dance, started singing indian classical at the age of 6, quit at 16, joined choir at the age of 8, sang though high school, did 5 years of a cappella through college/grad school, and now i torture everyone with singing covers! (fun fact, i also did play viola from the ages of 10 and 14. i wasn't very good though)

⋆｡°✩ what were you like as a child? dramatic, loud, incredibly extroverted. loved being the center of attention (oldest grandchild things). was an absolute daddy's girl (my family used to call me papa ki pari, which translates to dad's angel)

⋆｡°✩ favorite subject at school? i'm sure everyone will be shocked when when the engineer says math and physics. numbers have always made sense to me and they feel like a puzzle that just needs the right piece to fit perfectly. there's something satisfying about the logic and structure of it all (can you tell i'm the most left-brained, type-a person you'll ever meet)

⋆｡°✩ least favorite subject? this one shocked me at first too, but i am absolutely ass at coding. if you gave me the choice between coding or ten rounds in a cage with an angry, territorial kangaroo, i would choose the kangaroo every. single. time. the logic has always made sense to me, but debugging is my mortal enemy.

⋆｡°✩ what's your best character trait? i think i perform well under pressure! (executive dysfunction + perfectionism + academic validation kink + start-up things ig)

⋆｡°✩ what's your worst character trait? i struggle with managing my emotions sometimes and they definitely get the better of me. i also am a bit of a cynicist and have a hard time not automatically believing in the worst-case scenario

⋆｡°✩ if you could change any detail of your day right now what would it be? i wish i had been a little less pushy during a meeting earlier today. kind of soured everyone's moods, even though we did all get to an understanding later on.

⋆｡°✩ if you could travel in time who would you like to meet? my grandma when she was younger. she talks a lot about how she loved who she was in college, studying music. i wish i could meet the girl she was before she became a wife, a mother, and a grandmother. i think i could learn a lot

⋆｡°✩ recommend one of your favorite fanfics (spread the love): i will wax poetic about this fic until i die but: unforgiven by @haologram - one of the first fics i ever annotated. athena!seungkwan lives in my head endlessly. one of the best pieces of fiction i've ever read. i'm a sucker for greek mythology and alta wrote the characters and the story so well, i was in tears by the end of it

⋆｡°✩ if you want to do this yourself, just say i tagged you! <3

[rocksibblingsau]

Hey so since everyone is throwing adopt branch ideas I'm going to to throw this out there, Bergen adopted branch. Here me out ok. Since he's grey he can't make bergans happy so they give him to prince gristle as a pet till he regains colors to make him happy. Eventually tho they bond being grey and unhappy. Poppy even mentioned the similarities in the first movie. When the prince becomes king he makes branch a person of royal status because he has no friends. He can tell Bridget likes gristle cuz he's actually a smooth romantic (he got it from Bruce) he probably does is so gristle would leave him alone. They realize they don't need trolls to be happy! Branch has just been like: this sucks but at least I'm not dead and some Bergen don't 100% suck. I'm not sure how he'd react to them being happy… but just throwing this out here.

I'm a sucker for Bergen AUs (Bergen Branch a concept I love toying with), and Branch being 'adopted' by the Gristles is a very interesting one! I actually believe I saw one here on tumblr, though I can't recall who made the AU.

I could absolutely see Gristle Jr as a child being a bit more open to actually talking with trolls, and with Branch talking back to him he'd likely quickly see Branch as a person.

This is the one AU where I don't know if Branch could regain his colors early. He has a lot of Bergen trauma and unlike the rest, no one is actually invested in his mental well being from the get go. Here's the kicker though, he's also not been exposed to as much as the Pop Trolls nonsense, so he might not be as jaded and openly hateful to music itself.

I like the idea of Bridget cleaning Gristle's room and talking to Branch, or rather talking at Branch. I don't think she'd ever have gotten to eat a Troll either (Chef clearly doesn't consider her a 'person' much so she wouldn't have given her one during Trollstice) so I don't think she's aware they can really talk. They sing, yeah, but to her and most Bergens it's probably more in a parrot type way (mimicking language but no human levels of sentience/sapience).

She sorta uses Branch to vent to and talk about how in love with Gristle she is and how he'll never notice her and after enough times of this Branch gets tired of the silent treatment not working and says something and nearly gives her a heart attack.

Branch ends up playing therapist to two Bergens.

"Out of the three of us, two of us being creatures of pure misery incapable of feeling even the faintest joy on their on and one of us being a creature of pure joy made to sing and dance nonstop... how am I the most miserable person in the room?"

[kanerallels]

@fairytale-lights tagged me in a fic writer interview game, so let's roll! Thanks for the tag!!

How many works do you have on AO3? 86, which I am indeed losing my mind about

What's your total AO3 word count? 750,882

Your top five stories by kudos/likes:

Catch (a Chenford one shot)

And So The Adoption Begins (one of my earlier Steve Miller Au fics)

Shattering Glass And Gunshots (my Chenford time loop au! Super proud of that one)

Black Is The Color Of My True Love's Hair (Kanej soulmate au. The first fic of mine to get over 100 kudos!)

Birthdays Are Overrated, Anyways (just a fun SWR one shot!)

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? Yes I do!! Very, very slowly, but I love getting responded to, so I like to reciprocate that. No one look at how many unresponded to comments are in my inbox (it's 100+)

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending? Oh definitely "What Is A Legacy?" I generally don't write many stories with sad endings (usually just the middle or beginning) but this one. Definitely was lol

What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending? I write a lot of happy stories lol. Ummm oh chapter two of my 2022 Kanera Week fic was incredibly soft and sweet. But "The First Minute I Saw Her" is a really good ending too! Plus it was HIGHLY cathartic for me to write

Do you write crossovers? You know I used to think it was cringe and now I'm obsessed with them. Haven't posted too many, though. In my defense a bunch of my favorite female characters don't have enough friends who aren't their love interests, and I have a bunch of drama shows set in the modern US. What, am I not supposed to imagine they're all friends?

Have you ever received hate on a fic? Luckily not that I'm aware of! There's always the chance it happened and I just didn't realize it was hate, but I think that's unlikely

Do you write smut? If so, what kind? No

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Don't think so!

Have you ever had a fic translated? Actually I gave someone permission to translate my Foxiyo fic into Russian once!

Have you ever co-written a fic before? Yes! A few times with an IRL friend, and it was really fun

What's your all time favorite ship? Kanera, of course! Close seconds would be Anne and Gilbert, Saville and Galen, and Henry and Bess McCord!

What's a WIP you want to finish but don't think you ever will? Man I hate to abandon a WIP. Part of me is worried that's how Kanereoke is gonna go, honestly. But I have people invested so I can't give in. Plus I committed to this one really funny bit to do with it and I have to follow through. So probably this happiness au fic involving a war on Mandalore and Hera and Sabine getting stuck there, so Kanan and Ezra have to sneak onto the planet to save them and also Obi-Wan is secretly married to Satine and Ezra finds his kyber crystal on Mandalore.

What are your writing strengths? I do a good run on sentence! In all seriousness I think I'm pretty good at dialogue, and I generally manage to keep people fairly in character!

What are your writing weaknesses? I do a good run on sentence! Also writing action sequences for sure, and about half a dozen other things I am forgetting at present.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in fics? I'm always afraid I'll mess something up, so I haven't done it often. Other than Mando'a, which I am still afraid of messing up lol

What's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to? The idea of a Brettsey While You Were Sleeping au haunts my dreams

What's your favorite fic you've written? Oh that's hard. The first few that come to mind I haven't actually published, so I can't choose those. I'm really proud of everything I've written in the Steve Miller Au, and "Shattering Glass And Gunshots" is something that's turned out super well!

Tagging with no pressure @singswan-springswan @ana-cantskywalker @undying-lilies @kazoosandfannypacks and anyone else who sees this and wants to play!!

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Lady Death's Lover {VI}

Lady Death's Lover Masterlist & Summary

19th Century Period AU Nesta x Cassian Secret Affair / Enemies to Lovers / Forbidden Romance Fanfiction / Characters from Sarah J Maas / ACOTAR Based on a prompt sent in by anonymous

A/N: Oh my word...I have had the most difficult time getting this up this week! I'm sorry for the delay. I hope you enjoy! Thank you to everyone who reads, comments, likes, and reblogs! x

TW: marital abuse, sexual content, language, depression, alcohol abuse

This story is for readers 18+. Mature readers only. Content should not be read by anyone under 18.

Dear Cassian,

I must admit that I am completely miserable in Adriata. It has rained all week so I cannot go to the ocean, which is the only thing worthwhile to do here. I have also found zero romantic partners which has brought the boredom to a new level of heinousness. I do not think I can stand this place for more than a fortnight. By the Cauldron, I do not think I can stand it for another day. Perhaps I will cut my trip short. 

Do have enough diabolical fun for the both of us in my absence, will you? If I know you are causing chaos, that is enough for me for now.

Your Favorite,

Mor 

P.S. Try not to attempt to philander with any more married women. It’s very ungentleman-like. 

Nesta

My gowns are lovely.

The modiste has truly outdone herself. There are four in total and each matches the other but has its own personality. The fabrics are all deep blues and grays, meant to bring out my eyes. They are the colors I am most comfortable in. In fact, most of my wardrobe consists of blues and grays but no one has complained about it thus far. 

After transferring payment, my gowns are loaded into my carriage. Before making my way back home, I take advantage of the time alone and make my way down the street to my favorite bakery. I’ve never been one for sweets but they make the best macarons in Velaris and I cannot help but buy a box whenever I visit the modiste. 

It is when I’m coming out of this bakery that I see him.

For a moment, I forget how to walk. Every elegant thought vanishes from my mind and I am suddenly all too aware of the giant box of sweets in my hands. 

I pray he doesn’t see me and for a moment I feel I will get away with it, but then he turns from where he walks across the street and halts when he catches my eye. For a moment, we both stand there, staring at one another. 

Then the world around me comes back to life.

The city streets around me resume, full of life. Carriages hurry past and people rush in and out of the shops. The sky above, recently clear and bright, opens up and the softest of rains falls down upon me and my macarons. 

He still stands just across the street, watching me, although his head has since cocked to the side and a grin has begun spreading across his lips. A sudden sense of embarrassment floods me. I must look foolish, standing here in the rain with a box of baked goods while everyone around me starts to run to safety from the turn in weather. 

Oh, gods. 

He’s coming towards me.

“Lady Nesta,” he begins when he’s halfway across the street, “your dress. You should find cover.” 

I find my voice. “Ah, Mr. Nazari. Yes, I, um…yes.” 

I go to turn on my heels but, in true Lord Cassian fashion, he steps in front of me just before I can get far. “A lady should never be caught in the rain.”

“If it were not for you blocking me I would be well on my way to shelter, my lord.” I try not to sound too demeaning, but I cannot help myself. Every now and then that tone just seeps out and there is nothing I can do to stop it. 

He finds this funny, apparently. A chuckle escapes him and he nods. “Apologies. Good day, Lady Nesta.”

Not Lady Mandray.

Lady Nesta.

I somehow like it better coming from him, like it better than the title the rest of the ton refers to me as.

Lord Cassian steps aside and I go to stroll past him, but I stop when he begins to walk behind me. Turning, I lift a brow. 

He stops and rocks back on his heels. “Do not fear, I am not following you. I walked here and now must walk home, which is this direction. That is all.”

“How far do you have to walk?” I ask, the rain picking up. I worry more for the well-being of my macarons than my hair. 

“A little more than a mile, it’s no worry,” he says, shrugging, then continues on his way.

I hesitate, knowing I shouldn’t ask what I’m about to but asking it anyway. 

“Would you care to join me?” I ask, and he freezes, his back to me. “It seems we’re going the same direction and you should not have to walk in the rain. It seems a storm is brewing. You wouldn’t want to catch a cold.” 

Lord Cassian looks up at the dark clouds, the rain falling directly onto his face as he squints. He looks back to me, his face searching mine, but then he asks, “Are you certain? I don’t mind a little rain.”

Thunder rolls and lightning strikes, and I nearly drop my macarons. I swear it’s purely for my benefit when he clears his throat and says, “It would be a pleasure to join you, Lady Nesta.” 

I nod quickly as a downpour begins and hurry to my coach up the street. By the time I throw myself inside, my dress is drenched and my hat is drooping. Lord Cassian is in no better condition as he slides onto the bench across from me, his jacket drenched and his trousers sticking to his thighs. 

My breath catches at the sight of him and I suddenly feel foolish. It should be impossible for a man to look more dashing sopping wet, but he somehow manages to. That ridiculous, shoulder-length hair of his is soaked and dripping into his cravat. I don’t realize I’m staring until I meet his eyes, and suddenly I’m all too aware of every inch of my body and his. My cheeks turn pink and I have to clasp my hands together to keep them from shaking. 

The carriage jolts as it begins its journey and it makes me jump, which makes Lord Cassian grin…although he tries to suppress it. This was a mistake. That’s what I get for trying to be nice. This very thing reminds me why I do not do nice things often. Nice things always come back to bite me in the ass.

. . . . . . . . . 

Cassian

Lady Nesta looks equally stunning and uncomfortable, although her discomfort is not the type of discomfort that causes alarm. No, it’s the type of discomfort that tells me she does not do this often.

I do not know much about this woman but I do know that she’s not exactly…personable. I’ve heard what other women of the ton think about Nesta — Mor brought the gossip to our recent Monday tea time and I have a feeling Rhys put her up to it — and it’s not good. In fact, the ladies of Velaris think Lady Nesta to be brutally honest and permanently bitter. I, however, value honesty and think a certain level of self-hatred and introverted nature can be mistaken for anger or bitterness. 

Not that it should matter.

After my last encounter with Nesta, I vowed never to be around her again. Especially alone. Yet, the second I saw her stepping out of the bakery with a box-full of what seems to be macarons, my feet decided my thoughts should be damned and acted of their own volition. Before I could fully comprehend what I was doing, I was standing in front of her.

Now, I’m alone with her yet again, stuck in a coach as it rattles down the cobblestone. Outside, it’s pouring as it often does in the spring, and all I can think about is how her eyes keep drifting to me. 

I’m trying to also be inconspicuous about where my eyes are wandering, but from the way her pale cheeks are turning pink, I don’t think I’m doing it properly. 

Her light blue dress is clinging to her skin and I can’t ignore how her breasts are even further on display behind the soaked fabric. It doesn’t help that her chest is rising and falling, rapidly, as if she’s had a difficult time catching her breath since entering the confined space that surrounds us.

“You’re having a ball soon,” I say, because I’m not sure what else to say but I know that we can’t keep sitting here in silence, me trying my best to avoid the swells of her breasts, the way I can see her peaked nipples through the wet cotton.

“I am,” she says, voice soft but firm. “Will you be in attendance?” 

I clear my throat. “Yes. Thank you for the invite.”

I neglect to mention that I originally did not plan to attend, that being in the same room as her is too tempting and I’m currently going mad, but my brothers coaxed me into going. 

She gives me a curt nod before taking a deep breath and letting her eyes wander towards the closed window. I swallow, cursing as my eyes take another dive to her chest and back up again. Once the silence becomes too heavy, allowing my thoughts to run rampant and inappropriately wild, I ask, “Do you do this often?”

Nesta’s eyes snap to mine and she blinks. “Do what?”

“Come into town on your own,” I say, and I watch as she swallows and clenches her jaw. “Not even a maid with you? Isn’t that unbecoming?”

Her eyes narrow and if it wasn’t for the quick rise and fall of her chest, the way her skin is flushed, I would think she was offended and not something else entirely. “Are you implying that I do not live my life as a lady should, my lord?” 

“I’m implying that it is simply not safe for you to be traveling alone,” I say, and she watches as I run my hands down my thighs, trying to eliminate my sweaty palms. It does not work. “You never know others’ intentions when they see a woman alone.”

“It is the middle of the day,” she says, meeting my eye once more. “And I have my driver.”

“Still.”

We stare at one another for just a moment, but that moment is filled with so much silent, skin burning tension that I feel the need to loosen my cravat, shrug off my coat, but I don’t. I let it suffocate me, let her gaze strip me bare instead. 

If I slouched in the slightest, my knees would nearly graze hers. Suddenly the space between us seems so short, too short to make any rational decisions. This was a mistake. I should have stayed on my own damn side of the street. I should have walked. 

“Is that what this is, then?” she asks, and I blink.

“Pardon?”

“Do you have poor intentions, my lord?” she asked, clasping her hands on her lap. I swear they’re trembling.

“Need I remind you that you were the one that offered me a ride in your coach?” I ask, then add, “my lady.”

Her lips part, and it’s so slight that one has to be watching them intently to have seen it, which I am.

She shifts on the bench, words seeming to have left her. It’s the silence that makes me say, only because I cannot stand silence and I’ve already seemed to have dug myself into a hole of wickedness, “Perhaps it is you that has poor intentions.” 

Her head leans to the side, which is somehow unladylike and beautifully cunning at the same time, and the smallest of smiles plays on her lips. There’s no joy in this smile, only a cruel seduction that has my trousers holding back my hardening cock. Now it’s my turn to shift, and she notes it, those dark eyes trailing down until they’ve settled on my lap. Her eyes flare before snapping back up to mine.

“I am a lady,” she says, simply. “Ladies do not have poor intentions, only charitable ones. What kind of lady would I be if I were to let a gentleman walk through a downpour?” 

“Indeed,” I say, and I cannot even help how rough my voice suddenly sounds. 

This is ridiculous. I feel like I have never been around a woman before, or like I am once again sixteen and around a woman for the very first time. Furthermore, she’s married. This is highly inappropriate, but I seem to have lost control.

No.

That’s not entirely true.

If I had lost control her dress would be torn to shreds and I’d have her lying beneath me on this bench, worshiping every inch of her body beneath. 

“I am grateful,” I add, and she nods her head politely in response. I stay in control until a wheel hits a dip in the road and our bodies jostle, and we touch.

My knee hits hers and her foot lands on mine as she tries to stop herself from toppling forward. I don’t even realize my hand is on her leg, just above her knee, until we both look down at it.

I don’t move it.

She doesn’t ask me to, nor does she move at all. All that moves is the rapid rising and falling of her chest — a chest that my eyes are in perfect line with. Mustering every ounce of self control that I have, I go to lean back, to settle myself once again on the opposite bench until this torturous ride is over, but I don’t make it far.

Just as I move, Nesta places her hand on top of mine and I freeze. She’s looking at me wildly, searching my eyes for something. I don’t think I’m breathing at all. I have no thoughts in my mind whatsoever. All I can focus on is her intent eyes, her hand on mine, my hand on her skirts, her lips that are parted and begging to be kissed.   

Neither of us says a word.

“Just—“

Whatever she’s about to say evaporates as the coach slows and when it jerks to a stop, reality steps back in.

Nesta snatches her hand from mine as if she’s been burned and I take the hint, pulling myself back just as the door opens and I’m looking at the front door of my townhouse.

Not wanting to keep the poor lad standing in the storm, I take my leave and hurry to my front door, drenching myself further. I don’t look back at Nesta. I have a feeling she doesn’t want me to.

I have a feeling that whatever she was about to say, whatever would have happened if we just kept driving, would have surely led to utter regret.

Before I shut my door behind me, I watch Nesta’s carriage roll away, gone into the storm.

Calling for my butler, I beg for a drink to calm my still pounding heart.