#and also i shouldn't *have* to try to find somewhere else to eat just because they decide to ignore the obvious

[quilleth]

I guess I might as well just fuck off, not sitting at my computer, slouching like my spine is made of cooked spaghetti while scrolling Tumblr, completely not looking at anything work related, stuffing my face with dino fruit snacks on the regular at work since the obvious cues "I am on my lunch break" just get ignored anyway. JFC i'd hang a sign if I thought they'd fucking read it, but evidence has shown me they won't (also the printer isn't working).

More reasons I'm just like why the actual fuck am I here? Why did I have to be back in this godforsaken fucking office? So you can ignore the fact that I take my break at the same exact time every fucking day to ask me inane questions that could either be emails or done at other times? Like fuck I hate this. I hate it here.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

WIBTA if I ask my roommate to move out?

I live in a 4 bedroom house with 3 other roommates. B, C and D for this scenario. B & I are on the lease, C & D are not on the lease. C is my long time friend and disabled in a way that makes staying employed a struggle, so often I shoulder their financial burden for the household - an agreement from when we moved in because it was to keep them from being otherwise homeless. They do the amount of housework their disability allows, which is a reasonable amount. B is full time employed and primary breadwinner for the household (making up 75% of household income) and does minimal housework aside from putting their dishes in the dishwasher when they're done eating, per agreement that in exchange for paying 75% of household expenses and working full time they would do the least domestic work in the household. I'm part time employed, making up 25% of household income, disabled and do the majority of the housework.

D moved in two years ago under the agreement that they would help with housework because they're unemployed while they job hunt and then we would add them to the lease. D is a really good friend and has quite literally saved my life once but they haven't done any housework in the past two years and have yet to find a job as well as being actively detrimental to C & I doing housework (hoarding all dishes in the household in their room regularly despite repeated offers and requests to work out a system) and failing to communicate with us about any struggles they might be facing regarding housework or job hunting so we could try to help with it or at least know what was going on.

Recently D moved their partner who none of us knew into the house without asking or telling any of us (quite literally imagine just coming home and discovering a new person living in your spare room) and told their partner we would be able to house them indefinitely since they can pay a minimal amount of rent. Their partner isn't a terrible roommate but absolutely has to go because none of us get along with them or agreed to them being there and all of us have extensive trauma from a previous abusive roommate that is covered under this, turning this person into a walking PTSD trigger for us even though they didn't do anything wrong. D's partner has found alternative housing and has a move out date but D didn't help at all with it despite claiming they felt bad about causing this distress (and we do all genuinely believe they didn't mean to hurt anyone, but feel an apology without action - for example, promising to immediately start helping their partner find alternative housing, something that has fallen only on the shoulders of their partner and the rest of us - is meaningless in this situation). But we're also all on the same page that after two years of failing to follow through on promises or communicate with us about anything, the breach of trust and lack of any attempt to rectify it is a last straw for us and none of us feel comfortable continuing to live with D.

I know D struggles with their mental and physical health and they don't have anywhere else to go so we're in agreement that we shouldn't give them a hard move out date but we want to ask them to start searching for somewhere else to live, some other friends to stay with, maybe suggest they move to the city where there are more job opportunities and rent is lower. But I still feel guilty about us prioritizing our boundaries and comfort in a household over taking care of them and I'm sure that it'll unfortunately be the end of our friendship even though I wish there was a way we could navigate this and stay friends because I'm up to continuing to support D in the other ways I support them.

The three of us moving elsewhere isn't an option for a number of reasons (just renewed our lease, B's job is in this area and is very stable/pays very well and because of the high rent and stringent rental requirements in our area it would cost more than I make in a year for us to move to a significantly worse rental with significantly higher rent we can't afford - we currently pay half market rate for a similar rental. I'll admit there's also an element of it's my house, I lived here long before anyone else currently living here and I want to feel safe for the remainder of my residency here.)

Would we be the assholes if we told D we don't want to live with them anymore and asked them to start looking for other housing?

What are these acronyms?

[our-destiny]

If you’re comfortable with it can I request a blurb or headcannons (whatever you prefer) with yandere Bucky Barnes with a darling who never wears anything that goes above the knee but eventually they get comfortable (assuming they haven’t been yoinked at this point) with Bucky that they take a chance and wear something that’s above the knee, and they just have a lot of SH scars on their thighs. I struggle with it still so it’d be v comforting.

That or a darling with an eating disorder because they feel like they don’t deserve to eat, or others deserve it more than them (I also struggle with this) (multiple skill issues on my part👎)

Tyyy!

-💪🌝

Thank you for sending in a request, in this post I'll do SH scars but I'll do another post for an ED, and I'll link it here when I'm done. Anyway, we're gonna do headcanons! <33 Also I hope this helps comfort you bb

Yandere Bucky sees GN!Darling's self harm scars

Trigger Warnings: Self harm (both past and present), implied suicide, stalking, kidnapping, Bucky's a perv and watches you change + a sappy note at the end from yours truly - if I missed anything please let me know

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First off, our baby boy here definitely stalks you, and has probably seen your scars when he'd watches you get changed (little pervert). So when he sees you wearing something that shows them, he won't be very surprised. Chances are he'll just gloss over them and not mention them to hopefully make you more comfortable. But let's talk about how he first felt when he saw them.

Bucky was absolutely heartbroken when he saw them. You hurt yourself? Why? He thinks you're the best person in the world, he would move Heaven and Earth for you, what made you do that? He's not judging you, no he would never. He's just worried.

He probably stays awake at night for the first few days when he finds out. Worrying if he's gonna lose you, or if he's done something wrong. His stalking gets more intense, wanting to make sure you don't do it again, or hurt yourself worse.

If they're fresh ones he thinks about confronting you. About giving you a long speech about how he loves you, trying to intervene and help. But then he remembers that you don't know he knows. He shouldn't know. So that idea gets scrapped. So now he has two options.

1. Take you home with him (he doesn't like the word ''kidnap'') so he can physically stop you, even if he has to tie you up or lock you somewhere.

Or 2. Physically stop you by just taking away whatever you're using to hurt yourself. Knives would be the easiest, he'd just take them when you weren't looking, and if you bought more he'd take them, too. But if it's something else (your own nails, burning yourself, hitting yourself) he'd have to do something else. In that case, he'd be forced to take you, to keep you by his side and under his watch so you didn't hurt the person he loves any more.

Either way he is incredibly worried, and would act as soon as possible to try and help you from the shadows. He'd also insist that he's here for you, that you can call him whenever you want, even if it's the middle of the night, your safety comes above anything of his. He just wants to make sure you stay by his side, and happy. Is that so bad?

If they were old ones and healed up he wouldn't be as worried but still heartbroken.

Even the thought you did something like that just makes him want to cradle you and kiss your cute face all over, reassure you for hours on end. But he can't, because you don't know that he knows.

Either way, he becomes a lot more clingy and reassuring, telling you he's here for you if you should ever need him and showering you with even more love. Again, once you actually showed him, he wouldn't mention it or make a big deal out of it, not wanting to make you uncomfortable or pressure you into talking. But if you do want to talk, he's all ears. And has snacks and cuddles at the ready to comfort you.

As always, don't hesitate to reach out if you are struggling, there are many resources available to help you, pkease use them. Even if you feel no one cares, I care. And I love you. So take care of yourselves <33

[envythemouse]

Best amnesiac Hannibal fics

Emergency Contact by mouemouth

Summary: Takes place somewhere in S2 but the timeline is fluid and has been altered to suit my purposes. Basically Hannibal has amnesia and forgets he's a cannibal and falls in love with Will at first sight, again.

Envy’s notes: The code to Hannibal’s phone is the day he met Will and that’s so romantic I just can’t-

“What- what about that church in Italy?”

“The Norman Chapel? Unlikely.” Hannibal laced his fingers together and looked up at Will who had come to hover over his shoulder while he sat at the desk attempting to unlock his phone. He likes Will being close like this. Hannibal smiles, “Please, Will,” he tries again, “What was the date when we first met?”

Will bit his lip nervously, did he really want to hinge his only chance at procuring hard evidence against the Chesapeake Ripper on an amnesiac’s guess? Only one way to find out.

Will sighed heavily, “April 4th.”

I shouldn't feel lonely when you're gone by Angelic_Disaster

Summary: The heart monitor connected to Hannibal makes a sudden, unrhythmical beep the moment Will enters through the door.

"You must forgive me for my bluntness, but are we in a romantic relationship?" Hannibal asks and Will isn't exactly sure how to answer that. He can't technically say no, but honestly, bloody courtship may be a more proper name for it.

While Hannibal suffers from a case of amnesia, Will puts a stop to the honey-trap plan to take care of him.

Envy’s notes: This is the first thing Hannibal says to Will when seeing him and it got me hooked. Why is Hannibal so romantic when he’s got amnesia? Why can’t he be like this all the time??

“Your aftershave is atrocious.”

And Will, because he already has given up on grasping a single scrap of normalcy in his fucked up life, laughs. 

“It’s not–” Will chuckles, covering his smile with his hand, breathing, trying to center himself. “It’s not the first time you tell me that.” 

“For as terrible as your aftershave is,” Dr. Lecter pauses. His breathing is heavier than usual and he lowers his gaze to the floor for a second, taking the time to recover before locking his eyes with Will’s again. “I find it impossibly endearing.” 

Also, Will buys Hannibal expensive food and takes it to the hospital and then Hannibal shares the food with him because he gets the feeling Will won’t eat otherwise. How sweet is that?

Empty slot by dancey94

Summary: What if Hannibal forgot he was a cannibalistic serial killer?

Envy’s notes: Takes place early in the series, before Hannibal kills Tobias. Hannibal tells Will he has encephalitis (it takes Hannibal losing his memory to be a decent friend, I guess XD).

Lecter looks at the man and his nostrils sense a sweet feverish scent. He knows he smelt it before. And it’s a bad sign, a symptom of…

“Encephalitis” Hannibal murmurs.

“You need to see a doctor, a neurologist. Your brain is inflamed”

“How do you…?” Will massages his temples “Do you remember all this or…?”

Can you imagine what Bedelia is thinking here? Loses his memory and still, all he can talk about is Will Graham.

“Have I ever mentioned Will Graham to you?” he asks nevertheless; he’s too curious to resist.

She smiles in a way he knows he has. Can he simply ask what he’s told her about the man?

“How would you…describe my feelings about him?”

You may be a sinner, but your innocence is mine by multifandom_fanfic_writer

Summary: “Hello,” Will said. He wanted to say something else, something to convey his relief at Hannibal being alive, being okay, but he didn’t know what to say.

“Hello,” Hannibal responded. His eyes were bright. “You are very beautiful.”

Envy’s notes: Hannibal assumes Will is his husband and is absolutely smitten.

“Are you my husband?”

Will chocked on thin air. “What makes you say that?”

Hannibal hummed. “You’ve brought me food,” the doctor said, “from a medium to high-quality restaurant, if my sense of smell is accurate. This implies you know me well enough to know of my dislikes, and care enough to go through the effort of obtaining it for me. Your scent is familiar – you were here, before. You are an attractive man–”

[danieyells]

Help now I picture Jiro sympathizing with the baby trapped! mc through their pregnancy and after like

"I know Yuri said you shouldn't eat sugar but it must be hard, I 'heard' this candy is pretty good and helps with morning sickness" said candy he made after being fed up with puking every morning.

"Yuri could do a C section if you want, it's barely noticeable the way he made it" and he lifts his shirt and shows his abdomen between his hips there is a needle thin white scar "I heard waterbirth is a reasonable plan too"

"I know breastfeeding can be painful, do you want me to massage you? I learned a few ways to help the latch too" "did you breastfeed your baby?" "We wanted to try but I didn't produce enough so I fed it formula"

"Jiro, he doesn't stop crying because of teething, do you have a trick?" "I don't know, the day after Yuri found it a home" "wow Jiro, I never saw you as an uncaring mother" "I made sure they were able care for it and stable enough, I wouldn't say I was uncaring"

Re: one trip to mortkranken can make anybody submissive and breedable! Just ask Jiro! and being babytrapped by Jiro

Jsbdydisj that's adorable??? Jiro just supporting pregnant pc like sure he may be responsible for that they got pregnant but it's okay because he knows how it feels to have had gotten pregnant dubiously against his will! But now he gets to raise this one!!!

He's got all the strats because he'd been there and it sucked(and if it sucked as a ghoul it must be way worse for a human!) and in case Yuri makes him do it again he'd like it to suck less! But he can make it suck less for them instead!!! "I made a few things that'd help. Darkwick approved their human trials, if you're worried about safety."

"Haven't you only been here for like a year? How did you get all of this done in so little time!?" "Wasn't getting much sleep anyway, so I figured I'd use the time wisely."

Sitting pc in his lap while they go over all the pregnancy research he'd done for his own sake. Occasionally showing them the pictures and videos of his kid that the adoptive parents send along. The baby very much looks like Yuri and Jiro, but like. Six months old. Sends them messages asking for advice and gets the pc in contact with anyone else on campus with a kid. Fortunately Darkwick's big enough that they have a nursery somewhere! So the pc and Jiro aren't totally alone in caring for the kid and don't have to totally give up what they're supposed to be doing to be parents all the time.

Jiro's not the most caring parent--he's not very good at caring about things in general--but he absolutely does care and want the best for their kid. He intentionally got them pregnant because he wanted to find out what family was like after all. He gets more and more attached the longer things go on, but he's still very awkward and uncertain about if he's doing a good job parenting. But hey neither is the pc! They're both very new at this!! Learning about family firsthand is very difficult!

Although I'm imagining Yuri and Jiro kept working on some sort of lactation drug and Jiro produces a little more milk now so he can help with the feeding at least. He's a lot less bothered by the new teeth than pc is. In the meantime he'll work on some sort of painkiller they can safely rub on the baby's gums while the little thing gets a nice teething ring.

Also there's a creepy doll that keeps playing with the baby. . .PC keeps assuring Jiro it's nothing to worry about.

[nogenderbee]

Hii! Can I request pjsk boys with a reader (preferably fem but I don't mind gn) who has allergy to milk protein? she can't eat most of the things that has anything with milk, with her only option being soy milk-- anyway, tysm in advance, I love your writing! <3

Heya! Yes, if course you can! I don't know much about allergies so I hope it's I didn't messed up anything... Also thank you so much, I'm really glad you love my writing and I hope you enjoy this one as well <3

Akito, Toya, Tsukasa, Rui with fem!reader who can only drink soy milk

Please look at request if you want better explanation what this will be about :'>

Tag List: @vodka-glrl - come get your ginger tsundere~

@alicewinterway18 - come get your future star!

⊱ Akito invited you on pancake date so of course he asked you which one you'd like

⊱ when you told him that you can't eat it because of your allergy he's really surprised... I mean, you could've told him and he would pick something else

⊱ maybe there are some other foods that don't require milk but he still decides to leave and take you somewhere else

⊱ he'd try his very best to find some place you'll definitely enjoy so he can have sure you'll enjoy this date

⊱ but if you ask him later he'll brush it off saying that 'it's nothing' and 'he just heard of it some time ago'

⊱ you actually don't have to worry because if you ever get something with milk you're allergic to, he'll definitely speak to the person that gave it to you

"Hey! Do you want to kill them or what?! They're allergic to milk protein, idiot!"

⊱ it's not anything new that Toya likes coffee, so the two of you were alone at his place because his dad had something to do, he decided that cup of coffee could be nice

⊱ so while making it, he asked you if you drink coffee with milk and that's how he discovered about your allergy

⊱ he'll definitely remember that and always have some soy milk for you in his fridge, just in case if you'd want to drink or have anything that contains milk

⊱ if someone will give you anything that contains milk, he'll assume they simply didn't knew that and politely explain to them what's going on

⊱ he will still take you to restaurants, cafes and all that stuff but first will make sure that they have soy milk avaible there

"Excuse me but they're allergic to milk protein so is it possible to get this but with soy milk instead?"

⊱ Tsukasa always wanted to know everything about you so he can give you the best surprises later, so you probably mentioned that in some chat of yours and he remembered this

⊱ you can have sure that he'll walk through every cafe and any other place where they serve food with milk, asking if there's option to get soy milk instead of normal milk

⊱ so on the next day, he'll come to you happily telling you every places you can go together without worrying about your allergy

⊱ if someone will give you something with milk you're allergic to, he'll explain to them as calm as he can that you're allergic

⊱ he definitely tries soy milk and he's not completely against it so he doesn't mind cooking foods that you will also eat with this milk instead

⊱ he once wanted to make something with you but wasn't sure if he added normal milk or soy milk so he made it all from beginning

"Which milk did I added... NO! DON'T EAT IT! A star like me shouldn't risk their lover getting killed, so I'll make it all again!"

⊱ Rui is more perceptive than you think, so surprisingly he catched on when he noticed you never order anything that contains milk unless it's soy milk

⊱ so of course he asked you if you're allergic on anything and he guessed correctly!

⊱ he'll definitely ask some people people if there's any cafe in which you can ask for soy milk instead of normal one, and if it isn't then he'll gladly prepare everything for you! He may not be the best cook... but hey, he tries his best

⊱ if someone ever gives you something containing normal milk, he'll assume they didn't knew and explain to them that you're allergic

⊱ he kinda thinks of your allergy as a challenge to create invention that can concert any milk into soy milk and if he somehow success then expect him to tell you about it immediately

"Darling, you won't believe what I have created!! Now you don't have to worry if you get something with normal milk because THIS can change it for you into soy milk!"

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[sennamybeloved]

Sorry I know I already sent an ask but would it be possible to know some trivia about you and Mileena? As a fellow villain liker I am dying to know about you guys! - flowerhound

awww oh my god ;; these asks are so fucking sweet, thank you SO much for them. it genuinely means a lot that someone is this interested in what i have to say about my girl. of course you can have some trivia about us.

(also, i apologize that it took me a minute to get to this! wasn't ignoring it, just trying to perfect my answers :>)

this specifically discusses mk9 - 11 mileena! mk1 is excluded for now.

in mk9 - mk11, my self insert is a genetic experiment done by earthrealm's government, combining humans with animals to create ultimate war machines. however, very few of the experiments were successful, and those that were escaped when the laboratory they were created in fell apart. i was combined with a fox, of course :)

i joined the tournament to cope with how hollow my life had become after leaving the lab. i was raised to fight and knew nothing else, so, kombat soothed me. imet mileena around this time, who attempted to capture/kill me, but ultimately failed, because i won her over with flattery. more specifically, i called her face beautiful, which is something she'd never been called before. so, she spared me, and we began to talk.

at this point, i didn't have a name; only a subject number that was assigned to me in captivity. so, mileena named me "phantom" after my fur and uber-cool stealth powers. it stuck, sooo, self insert name origins!!!

other story stuff is kinda blurry. i aided her during her rebellion in mkx + the comics, helped her escape captivity before we got executed, and convinced her to "settle down" somewhere away from all the drama and politics. mileena's idea of settling down still involves terrorizing people, however, she isn't like... actively wanted for war crimes anymore. so that's cool.

on the topic of general realtionship stuff, mileena is..a lot to handle. she is aggressive and childish in the same breath, meaning that she deals with everything (both good and bad) in a way that is either inherently harmful or downright frustrating. aside from the fact that she is a literal murderer, she is bossy, whiny, petulant, and a couple other things that most people would find annoying--however, i absolutely do not find her annoying. in fact, i find all of these qualities extremely endearing! even the whole murder thing.

she's extremely clingy. she wants my undivided attention and doting affections all of the time. i'm busy? nonsense! there is no reason i shouldn't be paying attention to her.

[CW: POSESSIVENESS/JEALOUSY] not only is she clingy, but she is also protective, possessive, and a tad bit obsessive; she wants me and only me, and wants me to feel the same about her. fortunately, i do, however, that does not stop her from threatening to eat those who get sweet on me. she wants everyone to know that i am claimed by her for life, and she will stop at literally nothing to prove that.

she masks it pretty well, but she is actually extremely insecure about her appearance and origins. she finds her own face to be repulsive, hence why she always wears a mask, and envies those with traditional beauty, like kitana. i, on the other hand, think she's gorgeous just the way she is, and i am not shy about telling her that. she adores my praise, so, i keep it coming.

our primary love languages are physical touch and words of affirmation. we are stuck to each other like glue, always purring compliments in the other's ear.

mileena has eaten people for me. she will continue to eat people for me. i cannot stop this from happening.

mileena loves all of my hobbies. every time i pick up something new, she wants to hear all about it. she's a great listening, surprisingly, but only when it comes to me. she has great retention when it comes to my hobbies and my hobbies alone. she loves watching me draw, adores listening to the music i make, loves proofreading my writing. she's even tried picking up some of my hobbies for herself!

i take her friendship in mk11 as canon. one of the few things she has patience for is sewing. she tailors her own clothes, fixes up my clothes, but most importantly, she makes teddy bears. she has an entire collection of teddy bears, both big and small, some created by her whereas others were stolen and scavenged. she adores them. me and her throw little tea parties with them sometimes.

she doesn't have lips, so she can't kiss me. instead, she licks me. like a dog. like this.

she also bites. it is NOT gentle, but it is out of love, so i don't really mind it.

she is actually pretty marvelous at helping me cope with my anxiety. this is because she takes everything i say at face value instead of second-guessing and trying to convince me otherwise, so she's able to meet me where i'm at.

we both kinda suck at singing, but we sing together sometimes. she has my very diverse taste in music.

[blackjackkent]

Unrequited for Caden/Aerie! :D

(Send me a pairing and a prompt)

Send me a "Unrequited" and I'll write a drabble about one character longing for the other.

((Ooh, good pairing choice for this one. ;) I think this ended up likely being set roughly somewhere before this conversation.))

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"Aerie?" Caden calls softly down the hall toward their rooms at the Mithrest Inn. "Are you coming down? Everyone else is eating."

"What? Oh-- yes, I-- I'll be down in a minute," he hears her answer.

Involuntarily he smiles a little, just hearing her voice, but the smile is tinged with concern. "Everything all right?" he asks, moving to poke his head around the door frame.

She is sitting on the bed, a few crumpled sheets of parchment clutched in her hands. Hearing him enter, she looks up and blushes at once. "Oh! Yes, everything's fine, Caden. I was just... well..." She looks down at the papers and then adds shyly, "Haer'Dalis gave me this bit of one of his plays and said I should learn the lines. He thinks I should be an actress."

Caden's smile flickers almost imperceptibly, then steadies. "Well, and why shouldn't you be, if that's what you want?" He hesitates, then crosses the few steps to sit on the opposite end of the bed from her. A pause. "Is it what you want?"

She fidgets uncertainly with the parchment. "Perhaps," she murmurs. "It is beautiful, the words on the page. I-- I should like to be able to speak them with such confidence. But I do not know if I can."

Caden reaches out cautiously to rest a hand lightly on her arm. "I do not doubt your ability to do anything you wish to do," he says softly.

"You are kind to say so, Caden," she says, but he can tell she does not really believe it.

Of course, he reflects sourly, perhaps it means more when Haer'Dalis tells her so, with beautiful language and passionate eagerness. The thespian tiefling has a seemingly neverending supply of compliments and artful turns of phrase, and Caden is not blind to how it has worked on Aerie in the time they have all traveled together.

What chance have I, country boy from Candlekeep with darkness in his soul, compared to such a worldly light?

"Would you... like to read the lines for me?" he asks cautiously. "I could even try to read back the other part, if you would like."

She hides a giggle behind one hand and looks sideways at him. "It is a love scene, this piece, you know," she says.

Of course it is, Caden thinks ruefully, feeling heat rise up his neck and ears. Why would it be anything else? "I'm happy to help," he says stoutly. "Though I am no master of the stage myself."

She considers, clearly debating within herself whether she is too shy to attempt this before anyone yet, even him. Then she nods and smiles slightly, and leans over, her shoulder brushing his, so that he can also look at the page she is holding.

"It starts here," she says, pointing at one line near the top of the paper. "Theodorus speaks first. That's you. And I'm Cynthia. He's-- I don't know. The lines are quite complicated, but if I read it right, he is her servant. And they are both in love but neither can tell the other..."

He finds himself momentarily struck dumb, as if he's forgotten how to read, because she is suddenly closer to him than she has ever been before and he can feel her warmth where her shoulder is against his... Focus, Caden--

"Ahhh--" he stammers, fumbling for the words on the page. Slowly they come into focus. "My mistress true," he reads hastily, "too long have I attended/thy troubled mind and longed to place a balm/upon the fev'rish pain that doth bewilder/thy heart with fear and doubt and wonderment."

She clears her throat, reads back the next line earnestly. "Oh Theodorus, wouldst that thou could know/the passion still that burns within my heart/for one who should not hear and doth not ken/the state to which he drives my aching soul..."

Her eyes flick up and she catches him staring at her, and she laughs again softly. "Your turn again," she points out.

"Ah, right. Um... My lady, sure I think you wrong to doubt/that I should have the heart to understand/such pain... for true it is I live and breathe/within consuming fire of my own..." He trails off, swallows in a suddenly tight throat.

She turns her head, raising her eyebrows. "There is more to the line. 'Much could--'"

"--Much could I say, had I an artist's mind..." Caden says hoarsely. This feels, suddenly, like a dreadful mistake, because the words of the play resonate far too keenly with the longing that drifts up in his heart whenever she's close to him. He stops, coughs, and then attempts the line again. "Much could I say, had I an artist's mind/with skill to match the fervor of my heart./But still it is my soul shall know the depths/of feeling that my tongue could never sound..."

To his deep embarrassment, his voice cracks a little on the last word.

Damn it, he thinks, clenching one fist suddenly into the sheets of the bed they're sitting on. It isn't fair.

She draws back a little, registering his agitation, and her eyes widen just slightly with some sudden realization. "Caden--"

"It's your turn," he whispers.

"Yes, but--"

"AERIE!" Haer'Dalis's sharp tenor cuts across the moment like a knife; he bursts through the door with a wide, ear-to-ear smile and a dramatic gesture. "There you are, my mourning dove; I did fear we had lost you in the great halls of this fine establishment. Will you not come to eat? I would not have you faint on the road for lack of a good meal!"

He extends a hand to her with an elaborate flourish. If he notices Caden is even in the room he gives no sign of it; his attention is entirely on Aerie.

"Oh!" Aerie says, startled out of whatever she was about to say. Her eyes flick between the two men frantically for a moment's hesitation, and then her shoulders slump just slightly, though she smiles in answer to the invitation. "Yes, of course, Haer'Dalis. I was just about to come down."

She reaches out to take the tiefling's hand, then pauses, looks to Caden. "And you will come too, will you not?"

Caden's expression has gone suddenly rigid with the effort of keeping a wave of turbulent emotion from showing on it. "Yes, I-- I will be down shortly," he says hollowly. "Do not let me keep you."

[endricus]

Ok, I feel like I should say something, and you know who you are if you see this. I'd like to begin with one thing: I am glad that you're recovering, and I am incredibly sorry for what I've done. I had absolutely no clue at the time about your family, I thought that it was somehow protecting you because I was trying to get you away from the person who was abusing you. I didn't know any other way.

I was just a stupid 16 year old, and I fucked everything up, and I knew your mistakes at the time shouldn't have been swept under, but I didn't know about your motivations besides thinking it was malice. I thought you were extremely manipulative due to your server and other circumstances, and I was trying to warn people because I thought they were going to be hurt otherwise.

I try not to see what you do or respond, but people just keep sending me shit begging and begging, and I feel as if I need to do what the people want. I am glad you're recovering and getting help, and I am glad that you're apologizing for your past mistakes. I'm sorry for almost putting you in an incredible amount of danger, and it eats me up daily.

I know you'll probably disregard this, and I know you'll definitely just shit on it. I'm just putting it here because something like that should not just be in silence.

And yes, the expose document is shit. Why do you think I stopped writing in it? Also, I had absolutely no fucking clue about your severe anxiety attacks that this was resulting in. I'm glad you're getting better, and I hope you can find peace away from here. I don't have any excuses, I was just a scummy person at the time. I'm better now, but I just didn't feel like I had a way to apologize without worsening the situation until now.

I was also trying to seek approval from people, while having a delicate balance of being friends with two sides that absolutely hate eachother. That's even why this entire thing started, because of me just trying to fit in. Not an excuse, just an explanation.

Again, I'm very sorry, and I don't know how else to make that clear. Feel free to block me all of you want, I just wish for you all to have peace. I hope you find the resources to escape, and to recover. There is always a place somewhere that you can call home. Thank you for at least reading this.

(I found out only because someone sent me the fucking post, again. STOP SENDING ME SHIT THAT SHE KEEPS POSTING, I AM NOT INTERESTED. Anything else that happens is not done by me, stop fucking contacting her. You know who you are.)

[baronfulmen]

"I don't understand," Greg said as he stared at the little green army guy in his hand. It was missing a leg, and crusted in dirt in that way where you knew it was permanent somehow.

I shrugged. "It's an old lost toy. Not really a lot to understand." I was sitting on a low wall that divided the park from the quaint little "downtown" area, watching a squirrel zip around doing nothing in particular. Greg looked up at me from his spot in the grass and furrowed his brow - he clearly thought I was being difficult.

"Lost by who? When? There has never been a child here. Nobody ever lost a toy in this park." "Yeah, okay. And? There's also not really air or grass or whatever, but I don't see you complaining about any of that," I said, but this didn't seem to make Greg happier. "That's different, and you know it. And speaking of grass, it's all... patchy." "It's not patchy. It's... I mean, there are patches -" "Which means they grass is..." "- but it's not patchy. A few very small variations in the density of the grass doesn't make the whole park patchy. Next you're going to get upset about the dandelions." "Actually, yes. They're weeds. They don't belong in the park. There's a field, I think, somewhere past the edge of town? You can put dandelions there."

He stood up, and then looked down at his knees in dismay. "Why are my knees dirty?" "You were down in the dirt." "Yes, but surely we don't need dirt to get things dirty. You're trying too hard. Make it cleaner, get rid of the weeds and patches, and no more lost toys or old bottle caps or whatever else you've done with my town."

Greg walked out of the park, and I swiveled on the wall to step off onto the sidewalk. He hadn't gone far before noticing some more weeds and grass sprouting around the bottom of a lamp post, but he just sighed and shook his head. We continued on, and Greg made mostly positive comments about the shops. "This is good. I like this. Wait, why is there a hardware store?" "In case someone wants tools, or some wood, or... you know, stuff you'd find in a hardware store." "I… why would… I have several problems with this, I don't really know where to start. The diners I understand. People want to sit around a table together and eat something. Fine. The book shop I know was a demand from Karen Hawthorne, so that makes sense. But the hardware store... why would we need a hardware store?"

"Well strictly speaking we don't need any of this shit, Greg." "Language." "Sorry. Strictly speaking we don't need any of this fucking shit, Greg." "You're exhausting." "The feeling is mutual. Look, you wanted this town to feel like... well, a town. Right? And that means shops, but the only ones I was told to put here were the restaurants, the book shop, and an art gallery. There's the theater too, and the banquet hall, but if you want it to be a town you need other stores. Why not a hardware store? People might want to make something with their own hands instead of having it handed to them." "But why?"

I didn't answer. We walked past some of the other businesses I'd put in, the arcade and the mini golf place and the record store. Greg looked more annoyed at each one, but he lost it when we got to the thrift shop. "Absolutely not." "Why?" "A thrift shop? There's no money. We can have anything we want! Why would you go get used clothes, when you can have brand new outfits every day forever?" "Because it's... I don't know, it's fun to poke around in a thrift shop!" "Just... get rid of it." "No."

Greg froze. "No? No? I'm your boss, you remember that right? I've been very patient with you so far. You've filled my town with weeds and trash and god knows what else and you're going to remove all of it including this thrift shop." "I put a lot of work into that." "You shouldn't have." "The stock is procedurally generated, I scrubbed the archive of eBay and trained an AI specifically to -" "I don't care. It's gone."

We walked a little further, and when I realized what was coming up on our left I took a deep breath and prepared for the outburst. Instead, when Greg saw the abandoned house he just sighed, and shook his head. "We're done here. You're fired. I'll have someone else deal with fixing all of this, or... I don't know, maybe we'll start from scratch. I don't know where that leaves you, technically you're only in this neighborhood because you were hired on as a designer so really I should be disconnecting you, but with communications down I don't know if there's even another neighborhood left to send you to. I don't know. I can leave you with a house, somewhere. Something simple, so long as you don't cause trouble."

Greg pulled up a menu, options glowing in the air in front of him. But when he attempted to select something there was a red error window that popped up. "Greg, editing is currently locked. If you're trying to revert the neighborhood to the default model it's not going to work." "Well log out of the editor, or whatever you need to do." "Ah. Yeah. Okay so here's the thing, it's not that I'm actively editing - I've just set permissions in a way that only members of the design team can change things. And I'm the only one on the design team."

He rolled his eyes, then went back to work flipping through menus. "Well, I'll just put myself on the design team and... wait." Another red error window had popped up. "Yeah, also I made it so you can't do that." "I'm in charge of this virtual community, I can do whatever I want." "I mean... yeah, originally. But then you made your nephew the head of IT and he's incompetent. So when I kept asking him to do things for me so I could get this place designed he got lazy and gave me full access. And then I put myself in charge. Because of course I did."

"If you don't put me back in control, I'll..." He just trailed off. There was no way to end that sentence. Communications were cut off, which meant probably the bombs had started flying out in the real world. It was just us, two thousand two hundred and sixty-one people in a virtual town. And none of them could make me do anything I didn't want to do.

"Greg, listen. I'm not trying to be an asshole. I genuinely think that most people will enjoy themselves more if there are little imperfections around here. A spooky old abandoned house, an overgrown car in the woods, a lost bag of marbles under the porch as if they belonged to a previous owner. It's not just weeds, Greg. There are caves up in the mountain, with fossils and an old mine and even reproductions of some actual prehistoric cave art. There are rotting stumps covered in cool mushrooms. There are secrets. There are stories. I promise, this is what you need. We're here forever, Greg. Perfect lawns get old."

His face was turning red, bordering on purple. That was me too, the default limits on facial expressions made it seem like everyone was pumped full of botox. He finally managed to get some words out through gritted teeth, "I swear I will find a way to remove you. Physically. I'll have the maintenance bots rip your brain out of the array and throw it into the compactor."

I nodded. I'd expected nothing less, but had hoped that Greg wouldn't force my hand so quickly. "Okay. Yeah, do what you gotta do." It wouldn't be easy for him, probably wouldn't even be possible at all, but you never know. "I'll leave the default neighborhood model running, it's missing a lot of the features people have asked for and it's extremely... well, flat, but the lawns are perfect so maybe you'll want to just stay there. I think over time you'll come around to my way of thinking."

He teleported away, and I wandered off down the street - feeling the cracked and uneven pavement beneath my feet and smiling.

[huntunderironskies]

How would Hunters even find a spirit that does not have the Manifestation Materialize?

Do you mean specifically Hunters in Darkness...? :0c I was assuming that based on the context and the fact I've admitted to being the Hunters in Darkness guy in the few smaller CofD communities I'm in but if you or anyone else want to know about other Tribes give me another ask or just tell me in the comments and I'll reblog this and add on more details! If there's a specific Tribe you want just namedrop one and I'll focus on them.

So Hunters in Darkness are very obsessive about their territory. One of the characters I have (the mentor of the guy in my avatar in fact!) treats her territory as being a packmate in and of itself. Which means by proxy he does as well since he learned from her. This means they're going to be highly attuned to changes that might escape another werewolf. If a spirit's messing around where they shouldn't be (it's not worth chasing down spirits that are just doing ordinary spirit things, they might be kind of terrible at times but you don't want a reputation for being unreasonably heavy-handed) then there will be ripple effects.

If a fire spirit is just going around doing what it should-- hanging around regular fires, maybe strengthening one here and there when it'd be natural to do so, they're not going to care so much.That's the world operating it as it should. It might lead to some eventualities like a person's house catching on fire, but that's just nature taking its course.

But if it's acting out, there's going to be some ecological oddities. Keep in mind a spirit's primary impulse is to spread its Influence. They're not stupid but it's hard to resist a chance to do that because that's how they eat. Way too many arsons going on, fires that go totally out of control too fast, and so on. That's going to be their first clue that something's off if there's a spirit that isn't manifesting or trying to escape to the Flesh at any point.

So, the first complicating thing for the spirit is that werewolves can project their senses into the Shadow and Twilight while still in the Flesh if they focus. This does include their sense of smell which can make tracking easier. The problem is more making sure they can set up an ambush and pin the spirit somewhere it can't as easily fight back.

Resonance is a big deal here, if they can isolate the spirit from its Influences then that means...no Influences. Meaning their biggest power source is cut off. Easy prey from there. Also easier said than done. A good Hunter in Darkness cultivates parts of their territory to be perfect killing fields and that does mean areas where they know that a spirit can't fight back properly due to lack of available Influences.

Splitting up the pack here is potentially viable as a tactic. Irraka can help here as they're consistently advance scouts, and would be able to harry a spirit elsewhere, though I'd argue Cahalith are also a good option. Hunter in Darkness Cahalith are more subtle, they are loud moving targets but less often than other Gibbous Moons. A smart Irraka or Cahalith drives their prey into a better location for the rest of their pack so the Rahu can strike the killing blow. This would be mostly done by hit and run tactics. Ideally you want the target to not feel safe in their usual habitat.

A spirit without the Materialize numen (and Twilight Form by proxy AFAIK) isn't safe just because they can't appear in the material world without crossing over, after all. They have to exist in at least one world, and they might be able to slip through in an area with their Influence being stronger, but that area has to be hospitable to them in that it has the Open Condition, which requires that it is resonant with one of their Influences. This lets a smart werewolf make sure that a spirit is cornered in an area they can't escape (and if they have access to Elements, they can make sure it's inhospitable. This is why Ithaeur can be scary.)

Or they could just use Shadowcall to force the spirit into the material world whether it wants to or not, that's an option that cuts the Gordian knot. Rites are not as flashy as Gifts but they are very useful.

[heelachilleshowl]

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1. Describe your OC physically- what do they look like? What notable features do they have, or what’s your favorite part of their design?

Nikolas is a tall, lean guy with curly blond hair and a strong jawline that's clean shaven. He has striking blue eyes, a delicate long nose and pink lips on the thinner side. He has strong thighs, calves and biceps; his wrists and ankles are on the danitier/thinner side.

He has a long neck with a defined adams apple and also has sparse feeckles sprinkled across his skin, his body hair is very light and barely noticeable. He is slightly tan from being in the sun but only very subtly.

2. What role would your OC fill in a friend group?

He is the glue that holds people together, he's a ray of optimistic sunshine and he does what he can to keep the peace and bring the people he loves together.

3. What is their stance on religion? Are they a devout believer, against the idea of gods, or somewhere in between? Do they make their practice or their opinions public, or keep it private?

Nikolas has no concept of gods and religion, it's not something he ever know and it's not something he thinks about now. He respects other people and their faith and he'll keep quiet when other pray but he just starts daydreaming about other things.

4. How do they act when they’re sick, and does it change depending on who they’re around or how sick they are?

He tries to fight through it the point where he makes himself even more sick and at that point he gets forced to rest by everyone around him. Sometimes if he's badly sick he'll stay in bed but he'll still try to shrug it off if anyone checks on him.

5. What’s one hill your OC will die on (anything from a guiding moral position to a strong opinion about combining mint and chocolate)?

He firmly believes children and animals should not be harmed or used on any of other people's bullshit skirmishes/to gain an upper hand etc. If he finds out anyone has hurt or taken advantage of children or animals in anyway he makes them his enemy and if anyone he knows interacts with them positively he gives them a long rant on why they shouldn't and is ready to drop those connections if they refuse to take his words to heart.

6. How did you choose your OC’s name?

Nikolas is just a name I've always really loved, it means victory of the people and this fits in with his main storyline with how everyone in his life has done everything in his power to keep him alive and his very act of living is a victory for those people. Reeves was again just something I thought sounded nice with Nikolas.

7. Lots of people don’t have a favorite food when put on the spot, but what’s a food or drink that your OC would never turn down if someone offered it to them?

Apple pie and a hot coco, his mother made the best apple pie in the world and every day he misses the taste of it. He's not in a world where he can be picky however so he really will eat and drink almost anything that's available.

8. What’s something that your OC owns that means the world to them? What’s something they own that they don’t like, but can’t bring themself to part with?

He has his mothers necklace that he never takes off, the pendant on it hangs right over his heart and it makes him feel connected to her. A gift Hakon gave him once, it's a shitty radio that he never uses but it's one of the only things he has from Hakon so he can't toss it.

9. How do they fare in cold or hot climates, and which do they prefer?

He's pretty adaptable with weather, he prefers weather in between but he doesn't mind the cold because it makes everything else a lot slower.

10. Share a sentence of dialogue from your OC that you think represents them well.

"I'll be here tomorrow, and the day after that," [One Minute More Love One Minute More — paragraph;19, line;145]

This line represents a core aspect of Nikolas being how he's willing to be there for those he loves even when they're pushing him away of being distant. He always gives them an opening and a way of knowing his door is open when they want to come back home, he doesn't hold grudges for very long and his love for his friends and family outweighs almost everything else.

11. How are they seen by people around them - family, close friends, colleagues, or strangers?

Family see a him as a sunrise after the coldest and darkest of nights, friends see him as the warmth of the sun on their skin and the victory party after a hard won battle. People he works with see a radiant man with a gentle heart that could get him killed one of these days. Strangers either seem him as a charming stranger of a dangerous threat.

12. What does their bed and/or desk look like? Tidy or cluttered - are they both the same, or is one neat and the other messy?

His bed and desk are always tidy, he likes being able to just get back into bed and seeing where everything is because he has to sometimes get places quickly and having everything out in the open and in the place where he knows it'll be.

13. How do they deal with pain (physical or emotional)?

For the most part he has a medium to high pain tolerance and grits his teeth through most pain (goes the same for emotional pain). He is the trope of bleeding out under his clothes without telling anyone.

14. How comfortable are they relying on other people, and what situations would change their comfort level?

Not very comfortable at all, if he can he does everything himself and if he can't; he tries to do it himself anyway. He doesn't like burdening people around him especially the people he loves and usually they have to help him against his wishes because he's annoyingly stubborn about it.

15. How does your OC take up space? What do they do with their hands when they talk, or how do they sit in chairs?

Nikolas is pretty relaxed when he talks, he doesn't usually move his hands and has something to hold or just stuffs them away into his pocket. He sits pretty casually, mayber tossing one leg over the other or throwing his legs over the arms of the chair, he also will just sit on the arm of a chair of his friends so he can be closer to them.

16. Point assign D&D ability scores to your OC (STR, DEX, CON, INT, WIS, CHA; out of 27).

STR: 5 | DEX: 5 | CON: 3 | INT: 3 | WIS: 3 | CHA: 8

17. What are three moments in their life that impacted your OC the most?

The moment he lost his family completely changed his life, it left him traumatised and completely changed the trajectory of his life.

Being adopted by Margaret was a more positive turning note of his life, he lost his family and gained another. Without her he may not have made it to adulthood.

The breakup between him, Lawan and Hakon; losing that relationship in a sense really effected him and leaves him feeling lost for a long time.

18. If they can or would drive, what would their car be like?

He would prefer a motorbike for the speed and ability to go through small side streets, it would be a sleek one with some mods to make it appropriate for his life in their hellish apocalypse.

19. How do they connect with the people around them? Love language, how they offer comfort, etc.

He is full of love for the people around them and he tries to spend a lot of time with his friends and family and doing things for them, he's happiest when he can be helpful to his loved ones. He offers comfort through physical affection, words of comfort and advice and some times by offering to take out whatever upset them (jokingly).

20. What kind of clothing do they feel most comfortable in? What kind of clothing do they wear most often?

He really enjoys light and airy clothing that let's him breath, he's happy in a sweater and light pants but he always ends up in full-covered gear and covered head to toe in layers of clothes. It's mostly for safety and while he can move easily in them he prefers not being covered in in so many layers.

[wellofhavoc]

so tired of it having a totally loose outdoor cat- not one on a catio, not one in a totally fenced in backyard that prevents them from jumping out- is actual animal abuse

if someone just let their dog run into predator infested forests or around busy streets, we'd call it neglect so keep it the same for cats. i don't care if they're "more independent than dogs" or if you think your cat "likes it." you know what else cats would do if we let them? drink coolant and ingest plastic. if you really think cats need out door time but you can't afford a proper space for them to engage with it safely: maybe you just shouldn't have a cat.

i have totally indoor cats with rich, happy lives. they play and run and explore, they understand their territory, and i've even attempted leash training at which point they made it clear they really do prefer indoor-living. This includes one cat rescued from a situation where she was very much a neglected, underweight and severely dehydrated outdoor cat her family didn't feel the need to feed because "she finds her own food." this is probably because she knows from that experience that outside can be a terrible place! she was also pregnant when she was rescued, and only three of her four kittens survived with the person who found her. i live somewhere with temperatures that regularly climb over 100 F. There are also: feral cats that can carry diseases or gravely injure my pets, poisonous plants, and regular pest control which means poison that could be ingested by animals my cats might try to eat. Before you go through this list and go "well MY area doesn't have those!!!" 1: i'm sure you do, actually, have at least one of these, you're just pretending they don't exist 2: you probably have something else on the list of dangers to outdoor cats.

I think cats fall into the "small dog" camp where some people think seeing them fight with each other and bigger creatures is funny because they're small, but personally, if i see another video of a pet cat fighting with a feral cat while the person who's meant to be their caretaker laughs and films while providing the no doubt HILARIOUS commentary on how this dispute is over some human thing like a break up or a rent payment or something of the kind- i'm going to SCREAM

[indigo474]

i made it through the day

I actually had a good day. i wasn't feeling tired at all and was starting to wonder WHY i wasn't tired.. I'm tired now. I did pricing today. It's an awful system-not fair at all. I get a commission for every account i renew to stay with company for another year. The higher my margins the higher my commission. My margins were very good today- by good i mean high- I feel bad-people dont know how they are going to pay their bill and i'm well-- i can offer you this outrageous price- the more i do it the more i get a feel for people. if i feel like someone is going to give me a problem, i'll start a little lower. I didn't invent the system- at the end of the day i gotta eat too. I do feel bad for people.. the little person does get screwed. I do like pricing-i could be a part of the pricing department and be done with the whole career progression - it's not my dream to become a supervisor. i want to make the most money i can make. Pricing is the department to make that money. So.. i don't know- for now i am helping out. i mean sure supervisor looks good on paper-i don't care about paper- i want to get out of this rat race- i certainly do not want to go somewhere else- unless $$$..

in my nightmare x found a joint in a cigarette pack that belonged to my son and was storming upstairs angry. I kept trying to talk but nothing would come out of my mouth. Ive been having a hard time lately coming to terms with what actually happened. I guess i have come to terms with things but it is STILL hard for me to believe how fucking evil he is. i shouldn't regret trying to help save someone's life. i did what i thought was right at the time. he hated me after that.. i exposed him. i blew it up. he didn't like that. but yeah i struggle coming to terms with reality that i got played by him. makes trusting myself hard. My mom had me laughing about the kitchen on chatham and how i destroyed it. i really did. i hope he has fun scraping the paint off of the cabinets and the counter. and that floor- i always hated it. i'll be ok.

I am so excited for out Blue Christmas themed tree. it's going to be amazing.

I was going to go for a run in the morning- nosleep- i was going to go tonight- i'm exhausted. I'm going to try again for the morning. it'll be dark and i hope i don't get killed. ill bring my license just in case. i'll leave my vape pen at home- i took it with me last time- just in case. I think i should take a self defense class. i was listening to a podcast and this guy was saying the best form of self defense are you feet. Like run away from whoever is trying to hurt you. he said most people believe if someone grabs them to start a fight or hurt them they are going to just freak out and hurt the attacher- that's how i feel-like i would fuck someone up- BUT most people have never been grabbed so they are at a total disadvantage, by the time they even figure out what is going on it's too late. Goodpoint-if someone grabbed me on the street or in the park i would have no idea what to do. i have mace but i don't even know if i'd be fast enough to use it-by the time i got it out of my pocket and turned the little thing and made sure it was pointed the right way all while holding my phone- i'd be dead. i'm also not going to worry about becoming victim. i should look into a class for me and MAds.

I started tracking my food- it really helps. even if i do get accused of being obsessed. i'm putting in the hard work and i want to see results. so here i am.

i like working from home.. if i never had to step foot into the office again-i wouldn't.

everyone is hush hush about their tree theme. i was messing around with the super how won last year- trying to guess her theme. she said i guess. i told her i wouldn't have to because i'd find the weak link on her team and they would tell me. she assured me no weak links. she was wrong. i found the weak link and know her theme- around the world- i feel bad that i know and don't have the heart to tell her. there's always a weak link-i hope it's never me.

[dumb-dumb-mander]

So

I dreamed I found my way out of bounds on a Cantha map (nothing special there) and found the model of Captain Fa in a room, locked away

The thing is...

The model wasn't just stored away

It was active

And way stronger than before

He fought me and ''killed'' me... And kidnapped me somewhere else

When I woke up, i was in a castle I never saw before, alone, without weapons and no bag. Naked beside my clothes

I panicked and didn't wait to see if Fa would come see if I was awake and began to run to find the exit of the castle

I was also panicking because I shouldn't be here, like, at all, i was confuse at where I was and if I would have problems

You don't understand -

I fucked around on purpose to get myself out of Bound, find a character you shouldn't meet and clicked a script that teleported me where I shouldn't be

Since I didn't thought of Waypoint we can assume that... Since no map anymore, no way to use that

I was fucking stuck where I shouldn't be

My goal was then to find my way out by finding the edge of the map and break out from there

But before that, i needed to even get out from the castle where there was npc around-

Everything was working correctly

I tried to not get close to them to not start a fight (no weapons) or a script (no idea how far everything was working) but they were looking at me weird

After a while, still in panic to be found by Fa, i found the way out of the castle

It's hard to explain...

The castle was nothing from Cantha, grey rocks and... Well, European castle? (I suppose it got mixed with my memory of rest of rampart in Belgium ), the town was giving hella vibe of European middle age but every clothing, how npc looked and all were Cantha

I walked fast in the town, trying to get away from the Castle, from Fa, and searching the edge of the map

At some point, i was on a place where a public was and where i jumped in to hide myself from the guards

A young lady next to me examined me head to toe with a big smile and then proposed an apple to me, which i accepted with a thanks

-''you're not from here, do you?''

-''.... No. What's going on here?''

I pointed in front of the crowd with my chin, eating the apple

There was guards handcuffing people, in dark brown outfit, clearly the ''slave look'', heading to a carriage. The 'slave' had their head low in defeat and resignation... That didn't look good

-''They're going to be transported in a camp where they probably will be killed'' She answered to me with still a big smile

-''What- what are you doing here?!''

-''I have been convoked !'' She said, showing me a piece of paper ''I probably will be summoned on the stage as well !''

I didn't waited to see if i would be asked to go on the stage as well and just slipped away

It's later in the dream that it will be obvious that all the 'slave' and the lady were Sylvari

I forgot how, but I found myself in a shop where i was commanding someone to rip a bag/plush appart because I was certain it was mine and there would be my phone communicator in it

Turn out i was right, but the battery was ready to die

With what was left of the battery i just got time to call someone to say i was alive, i didn't know where I was, but i was there because I fought Fa where i shouldn't be. The communication ended abruptly

I continued then my journey toward the edge of the world and it's when I arrived to a sort of farm, outside of the town, that i received a whisper from @mistreaders-requiem asking me where the fuck i was

I tried to explain , but curiosity killed the cat and they used a teleport to friend to join me...

At the worst moment

A event began where little tiny cute things were running around. Everyone was panicked but they weren't attacking...

Well, not the humans npc

Because when my friend appeared next to me, playing a Sylvari, the little shit instant killed them, making me run in a high place to stay safe

@salad-tales then whispered to me at the same time, asking wtf was happening

I explained with my friend (dead) screaming 'wtf' in the chat as well, seeing that the little shit were called ''Vegetarier'' (vegetarian in German) Salad-tales scolding me in every emotions possible how the fuck i managed to go on maps that weren't supposed to be accessible yet

She teleported and we managed to sneak around to rez @/mistreaders-requiem because of course no waypoint around

The last little bribes of discussion before i woke up was that we assumed that Captain Fa would be in a way or another a bad guy and the new expension would play on a something ''eradication of Sylvari'' plot and as a Sylvari commander... That got some thick plot

Just woke up from dreaming, dream that turned into ''i managed to go on the maps of the next expension and I shouldn't be there''

I need to do a post about that dream

That wasn't nice

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prompt: #14 — "stop looking at me like you're about to eat me."

summary: you and quinn recently started dating and you want to hold quinn's bicep but you're too scared to ask.

tw: anxiety.

pairing: boyfriend!quinn x shy!reader

word count: 1.8k

taglist: @heatabovejakey @idfan21 @boeswhore

notes: idk abt this one, it started out as smthng else and now we're here..

you and quinn have recently started dating. the whole idea and concept of dating is foreign to you, seeing as you've never been in a relationship before. he's your first everything and you know you aren't his, which increases your stress levels quite a bit.

it's not like you're walking on eggshells around him, you just try your very hardest not to mess up. he can see it and he's constantly reassuring you that you don't have to be careful or tone anything down around him but you just can't help it. you want everything to be perfect. you want to be perfect for him.

you're in the progress of finding out what he likes and doesn't like. you've found out that he loves cuddling and hates being the little spoon. he also loves it when you play with his hair and rub him softly under his ear.

he, on the other hand, hasn't gotten much out of you. he's willing to help you figure out his own pleasures and distastes but he's more than willing to help you figure out and find your own.

"do you like this?" he asks as you rest upon his chest in bed.

"do you?" you ask quickly, hoping he does.

"that's not what i asked," he comments lightly. you fiddle with the collar of his shirt as you think of a response.

"i- um.. yeah, i do," you say in a small voice.

he smiles. "good. i like it too."

sometimes it's easy. he knows when he'll be able to get things out of you but you try to lessen his opportunities as much as you can, wanting nothing more than his satisfaction to come first. you don't realize a relationship goes both ways.

one day, the two of you go to a gathering at someone's house. you don't know where you are and you don't ask, being okay simply knowing that quinn and the rest of the team are going to be there. the moment you step into the house you immediately feel overwhelmed by the amount of people, almost cowering behind quinn in fear.

"what's wrong?" he looks back at you, clenching your hand in reassurance.

you don't want to tell him how you really feel. it would be wrong of you to do so. he's ready to have fun and see his friends so you're not going to be a burden by telling him you already want to go home.

you give him a shaky smile. "nothing. just.. just didn't expect this m-many people to be here."

"i didn't either," he nods his head in understanding. "just let me know when you wanna leave, okay?"

you hum in response and he leads you somewhere by your hand. you ache to wrap your arms around his bicep but you stop yourself. what if he doesn't like it?

it would make you feel better, feel safe. maybe even lessen the growing anxiousness in your core. you worry people will find it weird, childish even. you shouldn't be clinging onto him just because you can't handle a couple people.

you spend the rest of the gathering in silence, only speaking when you're spoken to. you don't know why quinn tells you he wants to leave early but you don't argue with him, the only thing on your mind being his muscly arm.

the thought hasn't left your mind since that night. is it weird that you haven't touched his bicep yet? you haven't even squeezed it, not once. you thought it was a normal thing for couples to do and you wonder why quinn hasn't asked you to squeeze his. assuming the worst, you start to believe he doesn't like his arm being touched. it doesn't cross your mind that maybe you just haven't squeezed it because you haven't asked.

you're sitting in the living room with quinn, the two of you cuddled up on his couch, wrapped in each other's arms. your head rests on his chest once again and your arm is draped around his midsection. the tv is off, both of you doing nothing more than enjoying each other's presence. you sit in thought, staring at his left arm.

unconsciously, you begin to squeeze quinn's side. he doesn't think much of it until he looks down and sees you're in your head.

"babe, what's up?" he rubs your back and snaps you out of your contemplations.

"nothing," you murmur, nuzzling further into him.

"you've been squeezing me with your hand for the past five minutes," he chuckles, not buying your reply.

you finally tear your gaze away from his arm and look up at him. "i'm just thinking about you."

his eyebrows raise in surprise. "good things, i hope."

"always," you nod, giving him a cute closed-mouthed smile.

he wraps his other arm around you and presses a soft kiss to your head. his warmth coats your mind and you've never felt more loved than in this moment. you hope someday you're able to muster up the courage to wrap your arms around your favourite body part of his; his bicep.

the next time your urge to hold your boyfriends bicep gnaws at your aching heart is when he comes to your apartment after a workout, already showered and dressed in a tight fitted long sleeve. his muscles bulge against the flimsy fabric and you curse the universe for making quinn so incredibly attractive.

"stop looking at me like you're about to eat me," he laughs as he walks over to you.

your eyes snap towards his and you find yourself at a loss for words. your mind is now running on overdrive, the two sides conflicting with each other. a part of you is screaming not to touch his arm but the other is saying you should, and you don't know what to do.

you gulp, sweat forms at your hairline and you wipe it away with the back of your hand. quinn stands in front of you with his arms crossed and you almost let out a moan at his flexing muscles.

you feel overwhelmed, a wave of anxiety washing over you with no attempts to save you from your thoughts.

"hey, you okay?" quinn asks quietly, holding your face in the palms of his hands and running his thumbs back and forth along your cheeks. you nearly jump at his sudden touch and you pray he can't sense your sudden change of expression, even though you know he does.

you shake your head, teary eyed as you fail to trust your voice. it's stupid, crying because you want to hold his bicep. when you say it like that, it really does sound pathetic. you don't realize that you're crying because you can't tell him what you want from him, what you want to do to him. you're struggling to express your desires and it pains you to no end.

"what's wrong, love? tell me what's wrong," he demands softly, his heart breaking at the sight of you so vulnerable.

he's seen you cry many times before you started dating and he was always there for you in every way possible, but this is the first time he's seeing you like this since you got together and it feels different to him. almost as if it's his responsibility to make sure you're okay and less of his will to take care of you.

you stay quiet, your eyes fluttering as tears trickle down your face with no end.

"are you anxious?"

you nod your head timidly at his question and he frowns.

"do you know why?"

yes, you do know why. at least you think you do, but you don't tell him. unable to speak, you nod again and his frown deepens.

"you can't talk?"

you shake your head, agreeing with him. his head raises in understanding and he looks down at you, mouth parting.

"do you know what i can do to make you feel better?"

you try not to cry out for him to lend you his arm and nod in response to his question again.

"okay let's think.. do you want some water?"

you shake your head.

"juice?"

you shake your head.

"hot chocolate?"

you furrow your eyebrows at him, shaking your head once more. he realizes that he's not on the right track and tries taking another approach.

"do you want to go to bed?"

you shake your head.

"do you wanna go for a drive?"

you shake your head.

"do you want to watch your favourite movie?"

your face scrunches in slight annoyance, not at him but with yourself. if only you could tell him what you want.

he steps back and you make a sound of disapproval, your hands clenching and unclenching at your sides. he notices the movement and looks down, a lightbulb beginning to flicker in his head.

"does it involve me? do you want me?"

you perk up and nod your head, spiders crawling up your stomach and making you feel light.

"do you wanna cuddle?" he wraps you into a hug, swaying you back and forth.

you shake your head against him and he sighs. "babe, you've gotta tell me what you need."

you open your mouth to speak but nothing comes out. a poor whine rings in his ears and he holds you a bit tighter, your tears drenching his neck.

"do you want me to hold you?"

i wanna hold you, you think to yourself.

you pull away from him and stay frozen in your spot. quinn looks at you with sad eyes, upset that he doesn't know how to help. your eyes focus their attention back onto his bicep and the screaming match in your head begins once again.

finally, unable to resist the urge, you wrap your hands around his arm and hold him close, burying your face into his soft yet solid bicep. quinn's eyebrows knit together, his other hand making its way into your hair and scratching your scalp lightly.

you let out a sound of satisfaction, happy that you finally got what you wanted.

"that all you needed?" he mumbled into your head, pressing a kiss into your hair. you nod and he lets out a sigh of relief, throwing his head back.

you squeeze the back of his bicep and grin, receiving a small smile from him when you catch his eyes.

"god, you're adorable. just needed to hold my arm, hm? it's yours, they're both yours. you don't even need to ask, use them all you want," quinn tells you softly.

the spiders in your stomach turn into butterflies and you reach up to kiss his cheek, a small blush making its way onto his face.

"thank you," you whisper back into his arm.

"don't thank me," he replies instantly.

you stay quiet for a moment. "i really like your.. like your arm."

your voice is almost too quiet for him to hear but he does and a smile makes its way onto his face.

"is that why you've been staring at it instead of me for the past week?"

you giggle at his words and nod your head, not knowing he noticed.

"everything you want is yours, i promise."

for the first time, you actually accept it. your mind no longer makes excuses for his kind words. you take it wholeheartedly and you couldn't be any happier.