#and anyway those similarities are dragging this book down for me

[fictionadventurer]

Maybe I need to write Cardinal's Map so there's a contemporary book about the power of literature and reaching for a world beyond the mundane that isn't wall-to-wall inspirational platitudes with vague worldbuilding about the battle between the forces of good vs. evil.

[crystalkitty1220]

Man I wonder where the leader of the fear realm could've gone, it's alMOST LIKE NEVIN HAS AN

[mochinomnoms]

I'm curious about the dreams Idia was having about the reader.

(reference to this)

nsfw under read-more, minors DNI!

It's quite silly, really. Idia was never one to yearn for the touch, closeness, the affections of a person. He was fine, being alone. It was better this way. He could cope with his games and shows, online groups and friends filling the void. Besides, why would he want to drag another person into the Shroud curse? It already took one person from him, Idia couldn't stand doing it to another as long as it was up to him. Plus, he wasn't exactly prime boyfriend, let alone husband material (perhaps he did that intentionally).

So, Idia wasn't all too worried when he first started becoming friends with you. You were kinda weird, but a friend to introverts like him! Somehow always a wallflower, but always involved in the chaos of overblots and school. But, you were conscientious of his need for space and privacy; Ortho must have said something to you about his eating habits, cause you started bringing food other than chips, soda, and ramen cups for him to eat, like actual meals. You also liked to entertain Ortho, who liked when you drew silly designs on his plating, which is always a plus in Idia's book. You were sweet, like his favorite ramune soda. Despite having abysmal skills in gaming (which he was all too happy to make fun of you for) he liked having you as his support, watching him on the sidelines and being a cute cheerleader. In exchange, Idia lent you an old gaming computer and bullied tutored you in a few of his favorite games so you could be his squishy healer in raids.

But, he was a bit worried when he started feeling something more than platonic things for you. Then, he was exceptionally concerned when, at the first day of spring, Idia started coughing hydrangeas, which he managed to secretly keep under wraps from Ortho for a few weeks. No, he was downright mortified when, during those few weeks, night after night, he started having dreams of you.

They started off innocent at first: you on his lap, head on his shoulder, as he played the latest RPG. You murmured words of encouragement, sleepily nuzzling your head into his. Another, he was in the board game club, where you cheered him on as he won a match against Azul in some luck-based game. Idia remembers giving Azul a smug smirk as you threw your arms around him and pressed kisses into his cheek. He even faintly remembers one where you simply sat with him in class, fingers lacing through his in comfort as he dealt with the anxiety of being out and about.

It wasn't until he was a week in when the dreams, infested with hydrangea bouquets always at the corner of his eye, that he knew he was utterly screwed beyond belief.

It started off sweet, at first. This time, you were with him at Styx, though you looked a few years older and were wearing a similar uniform to his mother. He was wearing the uniform as well, though it more closely resembled his father's. He was now Styx head, and you, his precious little wife. The domestic stuff was fine, it made his heart rate spike up so much that Ortho questioned if he had a nightmare while sleeping, but it was fine he could deal. You did look cute… as you smiled up at him… leaned up to kiss his cheek… and whisper in his ear…

“Idiaaa~ What if I crawled under your desk and sucked you off? Do you think you could stay quiet? You can, can't you? For me~”

It was fuzzy, when he tried to remember it, but Idia remembers the heat pooling in his belly. Your hands trailing down his chest down to his hips. Your lips following after and pressing soft, slow kisses down and down until—

Idia's flames grew into a burning, hot pink as his face is in his hands the following morning. He'd actually gone to bed at a reasonable time (to him anyway, 3 am was reasonable), and woke up with that in his head? How was he supposed to function? How was he supposed to look at you, talk with you, when the last memory he had was a dream of you sucking him off???

It progressively got worse from there. It was a weird mix of erotically domestic scenarios. You, waking up to him in bed before work, riding him as you cooed sweet words. Another of the two of you heavy petting, his hands groping your ass as you curled your body into his, making out in his office before Idia had to run off to a meeting, leaving you pouting and telling him to, “Hurry back to your needy little wifey~” One of you cooking him breakfast in one of his shirts, before he bent you over the kitchen counter, after which you sat on his lap and hand fed him.

The last one that really freaked him out, which led to him further isolating himself until Ortho dragged him out to the nurse, was one where he woke up to you next to him in bed. You smiled the sweetest smile to him, whispering to Idia how much you loved him, moving over to press a trail of kisses from his lips, to his neck, down his chest and abdomen. Idia was anticipating the same follow-up from his first dream, especially as your hands reached to pull his briefs down before a soft whine, followed by a cry, interrupted you.

He had no clue what to think, as you make a surprised noise, smiling at him, as the following words left your mouth: “The baby's awake, guess we'll have to continue this later, huh?” Dream Idia giggled along with you as the two of you shared a kiss, watching as you rolled off the bed to the bassinet that he was just noticing. He watched as you cooed and murmured soft words to the small, blue-flamed haired baby, reaching their tiny hands for you. But it was the next sentence that bolted him from sleep into a dry sweat:

“Say good morning! Say, 'good morning' to your baba, my darling~”

Idia let out a screech as he flailed out of bed, tangled in his sheets. He was coughing up a storm of hydrangeas when Ortho flew in, panicked and already full of concern for Idia's health. It was then Ortho started insisting that Idia visit the infirmary, much to his chargin.

At least you'd never see him like this… right?

[aziraphales-library]

this is going to sound slightly stupid i’m begging you to bear with me

you know those fanfics from like 2013, the rpf’s that (usually) were about musicians like harry styles or brenden urie?

they’d go something along the lines of, ‘not-like-other-girls’ sitting in the crowd of a concert her friend dragged her out to, but she just doesn’t care about the music it’s so not her thing so she reads a book during the concert (cue the groans). then the lead singer sees her and is totally taken by her uniqueness and calls her out from the stage or asks to see her after the show yada yada.

anyway, i saw some fan art of rockstar!crowley and normie!aziraphale, and i thought it’d be fun to see if there’s anything similar to those kinds of rpf’s but instead for crowley and aziraphale!

We have a #famous crowley tag you can check out. Here are some fics in which Crowley is famous and Aziraphale is not...

A rockstar's love by The_boxhead (G)

Crowley had a lot of problems finding someone to have a relationship with as the famous rockstar that he is. But that day when he entered that coffee shop and saw that blond haired man behind the counter, he didn’t want more than to get to know that beautiful angel with that cute smile.

Star Crossed by AppleSeeds (T)

When Crowley, the lead singer of wildly successful rock band The Sixth Circle, agrees to take part in a radio show discussion feature, the last thing he expects is to come away from it completely smitten with a man who must be the world's most adorable magician. Crowley's uncharacteristic behaviour towards Aziraphale during the show doesn't go unnoticed by the listeners, with speculation soon running rife online. Only one thing for it - Crowley just needs to engineer an opportunity to see Aziraphale again. All in the name of generating publicity, of course.

Never Too Late by AppleSeeds (T)

It's been thirty-five years since the height of Aziraphale's enormous crush on rockstar Anthony Crowley, but when he sees that Anthony is still performing, Aziraphale feels he owes it to his younger self not to pass up the opportunity to finally hear him sing live. The last thing he expects is for Anthony to actually approach him once the concert is over, extending an invitation that surpasses every fantasy Aziraphale harboured about him as a young man and resulting in the most memorable night of his life.

The Only One I Still Know How to See by Furuba_Fangirl (E)

Aziraphale has been an admirer of Anthony J. Crowley for years. However, the gap between audience member and stage actor begins to thin when they are given the chance to officially meet.

Soho by Lurlur (E)

Aziraphale lives a quiet kind of life, running a quiet specialist bookshop in one of the liveliest districts of London. He's content with his lot, happy with his friends, tolerant of his probably-human housemate, living vicariously through the gossip pages. One day, a chance encounter with Anthony Crowley, lead singer of wildly successful rock band The Demons, threatens to turn his whole world upside down.

Find the Light by klikandtuna (E)

I saw a collection of gifs on tumblr combining David Tennant as a rock star and Michael Sheen as a school headmaster (see the notes of Chapter 1 for a link to the post!) and someone said that it ought to be a fic, sooooo I've made it a fic. Here's a heapin' helping of rock-star Crowley and headmaster Aziraphale! Now with shiny new cover art, also by me!

Win a Date With Anthony J. Crowley! by Caedmon (E)

Crowley is a world-famous rock star who sells out arenas. His name is synonymous with 'rock-n-roll', and he thrives on the spotlight. When he agrees to raffle off a date with himself for charity, he's expecting to meet an overzealous fan that wants to wear his skin and very well might try to roofie him. What he's not expecting is to be instantly attracted to the quiet man with the unusual name who shows up for the date at the Ritz... and he's certainly not expecting for Aziraphale to have no clue who he is...

- Mod D

[baejax-the-great]

One Last Drink

“Well, here we are old friend.”

Varric takes one cup out of his pack, then another. He plonks each down on the creepy green stone he supposes he’ll be seeing a lot more of in the coming days and pours in some brandy from his flask.

He raises his cup aloft and says, “I always wanted to have one last drink with you.”

This is a lie. But then Varric is a liar. Hawke would forgive him for it.

He didn’t want to have one last drink with Hawke—he wanted a hundred more drinks with Hawke, a thousand. He wanted to sit around with her in their old age with creaky knees and white hair drinking mead and shouting over the table because their ears were both shot. He wanted to slide into old age listening to her sass all those heroes that have followed in her footsteps. He wanted to see her wielding a cane in a bar fight.

But this—this is what he has.

He taps the rim of his cup to Hawke's. The brandy goes down burning.

“You know, I somehow doubt drinking in the Fade will make it any better,” he says. “Seems like the place you’d probably want to be sober for.”

His ears strain. Was that a whisper somewhere? The Fade is weird. Maybe he’ll get a response. What would Hawke say, anyway?

Isn’t the end of the world a good enough occasion for you?

Something like that. Light tone of voice, half twisted smile at the end, she’d clink her cup to his and take a swig, maybe point out that if the Fade is now leaking into everywhere, then anywhere is as good a place to sit and drink with a friend.

“This new generation,” he says, “They’re something. They grew up hungry for a fight. Fearless. They saw the sky explode as kids. They’ve known something was wrong their entire lives. But then, I guess you also were forged in the crucible of apocalyptic disaster.”

Lothering wasn’t that bad.

This she’d say with an artful quirk of her eyebrow before letting her smile take over her face.

Varric fills his cup again. He’s played this game before, become the author of who Hawke would be if she was still anyone. He can hear her voice in his head so clearly, but for years he’s had that creeping doubt that her voice is actually just his. It’s been ten years after all.

He doesn’t know why he thought the Fade might do something nice for once. Solas always talked about those friendly spirits, but it looks like one can’t be assed to channel Hawke for Varric.

“These Veil Jumpers—out of their minds. You know they come here on purpose? Reminds me of you and all those damn caves you dragged us into, except the caves didn’t shift around while we weren’t paying attention. Similar number of demons, though.”

Not by the time I got done with them.

“They told me that right here, right where we are? That’s a fixed point. A landmark.”

“Creepy, isn’t it?” Bellara had said when Varric stopped in his tracks on seeing the statue. “She always seems to be pointed toward an exit, though, so we’re always on the lookout for her. We call her Macabre Martha.”

I’ve been called worse and you know it. You wrote all those names down in your book—you know them better than I do. Not to mention the atrocious name my own mother gave me.

Varric pats the foot of the statue next to him.

“Should I tell them who you are?”

That question he has not been able to answer for her. He looks up the silent statue, Hawke, caught in the moment a spider’s claw pierced her chest, her mouth open, her eyes wide in horror, both woman and spider leg petrified together.

He somehow thought in this place, in this warped reality, if he summoned her up in his mind, maybe she’d still be here. Maybe she’d speak to him. Maybe he could get her to look less scared.

This isn't how she'd want anyone to remember her.

“Never thought I’d see a statue of you worse than the one we put down by the docks.”

Varric pushes himself to his feet. He puts a hand on her arm as if to comfort her in the last frozen moment of her life. He thinks maybe this time the stone will crumble under his hands and reveal her, still fighting, still able to be saved, still ready with a joke.

This? Minor flesh wound. It’s not like it’s the first time I’ve been impaled.

It’s just stone under his hand. Stone, and half his heart stuck in this awful place for the rest of time.

He picks up Hawke’s cup and drinks that, too. He places the half-full flask at her feet in case she ever gets thirsty.  

“So long, old friend.” He gives her one last squeeze on the arm, then shuffles off in the direction of her terrified expression. The next generation of adventurers awaits, and Varric isn’t so quick these days.

The susurrations of the Fade are all that answers him, but he still calls her voice to mind. So long, Varric.

[jr-acrux101]

Meeting Abby -

(Extension of Carousel - prequel)

Summary: What Mike didn't know was the two of you had already met, and Abby wholeheartedly approved.

Word count: 2.3k

Tags: pre-established relationship, fluff, dates

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This was your 3rd date since the carousel meeting. Mike was still well Mike, the more quiet, nonchalant, and tired type.

Mike really was interested in you but his mannerisms did leave you questioning if he did or of he was trying to get a quick fuck.

The two of you sat at the diner, it was 1 in the morning. It was an odd ass hour to have a date but Mike said it was because of his work hours. Though there was a tinge of fear that maybe you were a side chick or he was trying to land some action.

You were wide awake, you had a nap after class so the sleep wasn't creeping on you but it was slowly on Mike.

Every so often he would nod off and blink himself awake, hoping you wouldn't know; you did.

"Do you want to schedule this for another time?"

He furrowed his eyebrows and shook his head 'no.'

"You look tired Mike."

He liked it when you said his name, and showed concern.

"S fine. I have a semi-normal shift tomorrow."

"Then you should be sleeping then. I don't mind waiting. "

Mike didn't want to say so he shrugged instead. "S fine," he repeated.

You gave a sigh but nodded. You noticed the book by. "What's the title?" You asked, cutting the country fried steak to eat.

"Oh um it's called dream theory. It's … hmm.. it's about how every single thing we see is stored in our brain in like this deep vault and dreaming subconsciously unlock those tiny details."

"Hmm. I think I've something similar to the whole we remember everything subconsciously but I never really looked into it. Though I guess it could explain my art."

"Your art?"

"Yeah about half my paintings are landscapes, but I don't really remember any of those places when I was too small. Like um when we went to see snow the 3rd time around when I was a little older and able to grasp some things, I remember I dreamt this oasis of cold in the redwood forest, a tree had fallen down and was mostly covered but some red was showing. Anyway, I dreamt it but don't remember the actual day, just that one scene and when I painted it my mom was shocked I even remembered that specific place. I was still small, she even showed me pictures."

"What made it stick out that you mom knew it was the place you guys went too?"

"Oh um hehe yeah, there was this small grave with flowers on it. It was in the painting as well."

"How old were you?"

"Maybe anywhere from 3 to 5."

"And you remember that detail."

"I'm assuming so, the picture my mom showed was when I was like 1 but we revisited again about that age range. There were no pictures at that spot again because of the grave. We recently started going again and I leave flowers."

"That's nice, I mean to leave flowers for someone you don't really know."

"Yeah, I guess. It was such a lonely place for a grave though so I guess maybe that's why I leave flowers, so they're spirits can know someone else enjoys that spot too. They must have really loved it to be buried there."

"You believe in spirits and the afterlife and all that?"

You hesitated, "I don't know. Do you?"

"Maybe," was his short reply. The conversation came to a stop as the two of you ate quietly.

Glancing at the time, you say it was 1:30 a.m. now.

You quickly finish as Mike finishes his. "Come on l, get up." You leave $25 on the table for the food and tip. Mike protests but still allows himself to get dragged away.

The moon is full, and the asphalt is wet from the earlier rain. You jump on the bed of the small beat pick up truck, patting the seat next to you. Mike took the offer and sat next to you.

With the dead of night and few lights, the two of you stargaze. Mike listens as you ramble on and on about the constellations, giving a nodded and humm of acknowledgment to show he's following along.

He looked at you. As you talked and talked, he loved how your hair frames your face, or how he noticed you fret about your mascara even now and then especially if you laughed a little too hard you'd cry a bit, he liked how passionate you got, and he really liked how kind you were.

While he would get praised for taking care of his sister from strangers, for being kind and self-less. He still felt selfish in a way.

He looked at your headband, shiny black and small. Abby popped into his mind. He knew that after texting for a day he was already too deep to let this be a fling.

It became silent after you were done listing the constellations, now just appreciating the night.

Mike cleared his throat to talk, and you turned your attention to him.

"Would…," he breathed out, "would you want to meet my little sister Abby?"

Your eyes widened in shock. While Mike didn't say much, he said even less about his sister. Another reason why you thought this was maybe just a fling, or trial run before he really got out there.

You opened your mom to speak but nothing came out.

Mike sighed and got up. "It's fine. I gotta go-," "Wait!"

Mike stared as you went up, "I wanna meet her! I do, really. It's just I was shocked since you've never like well talk about her."

Mike stared at you still not really knowing what to say. "Look Mike. What do you want out of this? Before asking if I wanted to meet your sister I was kind of getting the impression this was like a fling. And I'm not really interested in a fling right now."

"Oh."

"Oh?" You questioned.

"Well what made you think this was a fling?"

Mike looked down, not really wanting to look you in the eyes. "I don't know, I just got the feeling you weren't too interested. Mike, well we've only been together for about 3 dat3s. I genuinely can't recall anything you like or dislike or memories you've shared. Even when I text you it feels a bit one-sided."

"Oh."

You hummed as you continued to look at the stars, giving Mike some time to collect his thoughts.

"I'm not really a big talker if you haven't noticed. To be honest, I like to listen to you talk. You have a nice voice."

"Okay."

He gave you a look, "Okay?"

"Okay I can work with that. I just needed to know if it was disinterest or if that's just how you are."

"So it's fine? If I don't speak a lot most of the time."

"I guess we'll find out together, but between you and me I like that whole stoic, "bad boy" look / attitude you have."

Mike laughed and smirked. "Bad boy?"

"Mike every now and then you look like a genuine degenerate."

Mike raised his eyebrow. He closed the distance between the two of you. "Yeah? Isn't that what you like though." He whispered before he gave you a chaste kiss.

You blushed and gave a small laugh. "Yes, yes I do."

You brought out your phone and the time read 2:30 a.m.

"What time do you have work?"

"11 a.m. to 5 p.m."

"Mike!"

He had an amused look on his face, "What?"

"Oh my god! Go home already you have work in less than 12 hours ! You still have to sleep!"

"Don't sleep much to be honest." You huffed air out of your nose.

"Well you should."

Mike grinned, and he put his arm around your waist, pulling you closer. "I like the color green."

You smiled back. "Green? Hmm…"

"Hmmm… what?"

"It fits you."

"Is that a good thing?"

"Yeah of course, green is a very strong but soothing color."

"It is."

The two of you sat in silence before Mike's phone rang. He looked at it and rolled his eyes.

"Hello. Yeah. Yeah, got it. Okay I'm on my way."

He gave a sigh, "Sorry that was my aunt. I asked her to babysit but I guess something came up at her place."

"Oh okay that's fine. Text me when you get home so I know you made home safe."

He gave a tired smile, "Isn't that my line to you?"

"It would be if you weren't running on minimal sleep."

"Fair enough. But text me too okay, in case I forgot while talking to my aunt or you get home first."

You gave a nod and he gave you another chaste kiss. You blushed again, and smiled. He hopped off the truck and waved bye. You waved as he left the parking lot in his beat up car.

You rushed inside your car and towards home, excited to tell your friends everything.

With texts of 'I'm home,' and 'goodnight' s, the two of you feel asleep dreaming of each other.

A week had passed before Mike brought up meeting Abby again. This date was way earlier and on his day off.

"Do you think she'll like me?"

Mike paused. "I'm not sure to be honest. Not ! Not that you're unlikable or anything like that! She's just a timid kid, hell she barely likes me."

"I'm sure she likes you Mike."

"Yeah well you haven't met her," he grumbled.

You gave an amused look but relented. "So she gets out in an hour right?"

Mike nodded.

"Okay and you said she likes art right? To draw and such?"

Mike nodded again. "Okay, perfect. I'll be back here at 3!"

As you started to slide out the booth, Mike stared at you confused. "Wait where are you going?"

"Don't worry I'll be back." You practically dash out the door to your car.

Mike gave a frustrated sigh and got up after paying the bill. 'I guess I'll just have to wait until 3 too then.' He ran a hand through his curly hair and hopped in his car.

Mike parked at the diner, looking back at Abby. "Okay we're gonna meet a friend of mine okay Abs?"

Abby furrowed her brows, "Your girlfriend?"

Mike nodded. Abby stayed silent. He got out of the car as did she. He held her hand as they entered, he spotted you immediately.

You h/c shining from the sun, you were drinking water while reading a book. Lost in your own world Mike cleared his throat. You looked up at him and then down at the little girl.

Abby recognized you as you recognized her. "Hi!”

Before you could get another word in, Abby motioned you forward. You raised an eyebrow towards who gave a shrug reply but you went with her request.

“Don't tell Mike about Mr. Bunny.” She said in a hushed whisper.

You stared at her then at Mike and then at her again. “Okay. Got it. But why?”

Abby looked at Mike, shoved him slightly to get away from their secrets. She cupped her hand, “Because I want to have a secret between us. I like you, you gave my Mr. Bunny when you didn't have to.”

You gave a warm smile, “ Okay deal. Pinky promise, and seal the deal.”

As you pinky crossed and thumbs stamped together, Mike gave you an expectant look.

Abby slid in across from you and Mike sat next to her.

“What?” He rolled his eyes.

“What were you two whispering about?”

“It's a secret!” Shouted Abby.

Mike looked at you again. “Sorry can't see, those are the secret rules and it's backed by a stamped pink promise. You'll never know.” You have a sad look and shrugg. Abby laughed at your expression and Mike shook his head.

“Well I guess it can't be helped.” You and Abby nodded.

You remembered a thought, “Oh yeah!” You rummaged through your bag and got the present for Abby you bought.

“Here you go Abby. It's a sketchbook for your private drawings.”

“Private drawings?” She turned her head to the side.

You smiled at her, “Yeah, drawings for yourself. I have a lot of them that I don't wanna share because they're private and for me.”

“You draw!”

You nodded and hummed. “Can you draw me something?”

“Uh sure. Is it fine if it's in your book?”

She nodded vigorously. “Okay what do you want me to draw?”

She pondered the question. “Oh! A bunny!”

“A bunny? Hmm okay like a realistic bunny or a cartoon?”

“Cartoon.”

“Yeah sure.”

Mike smiled. “Yeah she's been obsessed with bunny's after some girl won one and gave it to her instead.”

You fought off the smile as you drew, and Abby giggled. Mike gave her a questioning look but all Abby did was stick out her tongue, which Mike did back, only for a split second though.

Mike and Abby watched as you sketched out the cartoon bunny, erasing and redoing the line a couple of times. You finished the outline as food came, Mike ate and watched as you stuck your tongue out slightly finishing up the little details. It had a top hat and a bow.

“Alright Abby, here you go!”

Abby squealed in delight. “Thank you!” She stared are your drawing as she ate, it did resemble Mr. Bunny. Mike noticed that too but thought it was a mere coincidence.

The meal went smoothly, with Abby begging for a shake and Mike giving in. Sitting here, you thought it was nice, maybe something to get accustomed to. In fact, you hoped it was.

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Y'all I can't stop writing im procrastinating 😩 anyway enjoy!!

Taglist: @stinkii-boii @hellothisisprincesskitty

[velvetcloxds]

Looking for somebody =

+ could you pls make the reader chubby cus am chubby girl and it would be a comfort for me after today 😅❤ but only if you want to ofc anyways i hope you had a good day ♡♡<3

A FEW CENTURIES | C.C.

word count: 0.7k

warnings: chubby!reader, not specified anywhere but it's chubby-reader-friendly as always, I also have not read the vampire diaries books, just watched the show

summary: carlisle and edward find your obsession with the vampire diaries books a little ridiculous, especially when you've got your own house of vampires right there in the real world

It was a dangerous thing, reading around Edward, whatever you were reading was bound to count as entertainment for him as well, even if he was busing himself with his own thing which he always was. Lately, you'd been getting into a silly little series of books you'd been gifted as a joke at first, the writing wasn't really something to rave about but the characters had stolen your interest and you were deadset on finishing the whole series despite the mind reader's distain.

"Edward, I can't focus with all that ruckus," you noted with an overly dramatic sigh, expecting that very look to rest on his face as he caught you telling him off for doing something in his own home. He lifted his hands from the ivory keys of the piano with a sigh of his own. "Must you play while I'm reading?" you huffed and stuffed the faded receipt into your book to hold your place.

"Must you read while I'm playing?" he demanded in return and you heard the softest scoff from the kitchen where Carlisle was making you dinner, his favorite pastime as of late, making the most of his fancy kitchen on your behalf.

"Carlisle, your son is being insufferable," you noted with a delicate smirk, tilting your head back to see a similar look on his face as he met your gaze. "His irritation with my book has turned to actual sabotage."

"You truly think I spend my days planning ways to disrupt your reading?" Edward played a few notes, it wasn't half as bad as you'd expect from your words but it was untimely. How were you to focus on the current villain taking his shot to kill Elena if you were distracted by Edward's rendition of Mozart? "Burning those books of yours would take up much less of my time, this-" he pushed down onto a lower key, humming at the sound and chuckling lightly at your frown. "This is merely to help me endure it."

"You know, you may look like a teenager, Edward, but you can't hide the fact that you're really just a bitter old man," you informed him, and when he chuckled you did too, wanting to get back to your book. Still, you weren't all that bothered that you couldn't when Carlisle sat down on the couch next to you, giving the two of you a familiar look before taking the book from your hands and scanning the page.

"Bitter old men, she says," he mused, very perfectly landed on a page where Elena was stuck right in the middle of some vampire crisis having to be saved by a vampire named Damon who by the looks of it seemed more popular for his appearance than his actions based on Elena's reaction which didn't at all match her description of him. "Seems you have a type," he concluded and was sure to take note of the page you were on before closing the book and chucking it onto the coffee table.

"You jealous, my love?" you teased and he was happy to play along if it meant you'd draw closer to him, leaning onto his chest and brushing a hand around his neck.

"Should I be?" he furrowed his brows in mock concern, shamelessly dragging a hand to cup your waist, the other lifting your palm to steal a kiss, at the ever-disgusted expense of Edward who had gone back to playing as loud as he could.

"Never," you replied earnestly, kissing the tip of his nose before brushing against it with your own. "You're the only dead man I have eyes for," he pinched your waist at that, leaning in for a kiss of his own satisfaction only pleased when you smiled against his lips to end it. "Plus," you hummed, tugging lightly at the hair settled in the nape of his neck to keep his focus. "He's far too young for my liking, you got a good two or three centuries on him."

"Watch it, trouble," he laughed, smacking lightly at your behind when you jumped off him to taste whatever he'd concocted for your dinner.

[lacewise]

The same time the Brits caused the chaos that happened in 1948, the rest of the Middle East saw as an opportunity to expel their Jewish populations to Israel (to oversimplify, think about the reservations in Canada and the US—that’s how they envisioned Israel and how they expelled Jewish people while seizing all their belongings. A huge part of the reason many Middle Eastern countries are mad is Israel thrived anyway.)

Poland got rid of their Jewish population by literally committing the Holocaust

When you say, “Israel shouldn’t exist” or “Jewish people need to go back to Poland” what I hear is “we can have world peace if all Jewish people die” which is straight out of the “Protocols of Elders of Zion” (think “Birth of a Nation”) and “Mein Kampf”—this is also where ideas about Jewish people or a theoretical state of Israel wanting to “take over” the Middle East come from (they don’t, and you guys are ignoring actual Middle Eastern colonial empires engaged in society-wide human trafficking to scapegoat Jewish people. It’s weird, and I’m sure the victims find your callous disregard creepy, because they’ve actively said so—they would not feel safe in a room alone with you. Consider why that is.)

I have no idea if you guys realize you sound exactly like Adolf Hitler (who was inspired by “Protocols of Elders of Zion”) or Donald Trump (who kept “Mein Kampf” on his bedside table for years)

I’m frankly scared to ask

You cannot discuss Nakba without also discussing expulsions of Jewish people from both Europe and the Middle East—it’s disingenuous and I will not only assume you also support the Trail of Tears, I will tell other people you support the Trail of Tears

Think long and hard about if that’s something you want to be associated with, because I promise you, if other people look it up, they will see the similarities—they’re glaring—and they’ll also probably start asking questions like “why are you downplaying the Holocaust? Isn’t that Holocaust denialism?” (The answer is yes, by the way)

Depending on what else you say, I may also assume you support the enslavement of Black people by the tribes

Argue with your mirror, not with me

Regardless of what you know, some of the most prominent voices on antisemitic Tumblr and TikTok have almost certainly read “Protocols of the Elders of Zion”, and have been promoting hateful and baseless conspiracy theories found there, and either you haven’t noticed or you agree.

One of the main organizers is implicitly pro-other genocides and constantly spreads barely concealed hatred and bad paraphrases of the “Protocols of the Elders of Zion” as threats directed at specific Jewish people and organizations. I have no idea how you all missed that, but I’ve always found people filled with gleeful hatred are easily distracted from both the particulars and the main facts

And you know what they say about Nazis—if one Nazi is welcome to a seat at your table, it’s a table of Nazis

The Nazism is not misguided. The calls for the death of every living Jewish person are not accidental. The flags calling for genocide did not appear out of overzealousness. It’s the point. Nazism, theocracy, fascism, and eugenics do not value mercy, and they will not give any to you, no matter how much you beg them. If you don’t quickly find your way out, you’ll find yourself dragged down, the rest of your actions discarded as tainted, and your names inscribed in the history books next to the rest of them. Decide if you want to be the shame of your families and cultures for decades to come.

May the memories of all those lost be a blessing, and may we find a way to stop repeating the mistakes of the past.

—signed a non-Jewish woman who knows how to read. You should really try it sometime.

Find a way to deradicalize yourselves.

P.S. In my offline research, I’ve found that in almost every subject, the popular information going around online is not just misinformed, but counterfactual. Especially on social media, it is the exact opposite of what every respected expert and researcher says. It’s often exact opposite of what primary sources say. If you’re getting a lot of your information from the internet, then the first thing you need to do is find offline sources. I didn’t have the information literacy to recognize how terrible the situation actually is before I started, and chances are, you don’t either. I would also recommend talking to people who spend time offline and getting some hobbies.

[cloudyyoimiya]

I just found your blog and I love your work!

How about a GN!reader like Kokomi from Genshin? Someone's who's very passionate, but also tends to get overworked or Burnt out easily <3

this has me giggling and kicking my feet because i’m similar to kokomi in some ways. i remember that i pulled for her on her first banner when everyone hated her. anyways, since you didn’t specify who to write i’m gonna do dazai and atsushi! i hope that’s okay! thank you for requesting! <3

With a S/o Like Kokomi From Genshin; Atsushi Nakajima and Osamu Dazai

Format: Headcanons and scenario

Possible warnings: none!

Atsushi Nakajima

First off, he’d be the sweetest out of the two.

What originally drew him into you was your kindhearted nature and how you were so devoted to helping people. He really admired how you managed to be so passionate about such a dark job.

One time he saw you talking with another detective while investigating a crime. The case was fairly simple, but you were still so passionate about helping the people affected by it.

He didn’t know that someone could be so tenderhearted.

When he first saw the side of you that overworked yourself, he’d be quite surprised. He never thought that you were the type of person that would stay up late at night, strategizing for your next mission. In a way, he almost found it admirable as well. Though, he would never tell you because sometimes it gets unhealthy.

Atsushi cares for you so much, so when he sees you over working yourself he’d immediately be worried. He would usher you to take a break, even if it’s for five minutes.

If you ever needed to take a break from society and go somewhere secluded, Atsushi would fully support you. If you didn’t have a specific spot to go to in mind, he’d give you a few recommendations after asking you if he could join you as well.

If you did let him join you, get ready for some praise and cuddles. He wants you to know that you’re loved, and that you do so much for those around you.

If you happen to like books, then he’d let you read to him. He’d most likely fall asleep, but he’d be happy that you’re sharing one of your passions with him.

He’s so sweet!

Scenario…

You put your hands in your hair as you stared at the computer screen. You then shifted your gaze to its keyboard, then your lap. A loud sigh escaped your lips as you slapped the sides of your head. You had been doing work for hours by now, and you were starting to get burnt out. Even the thought of bringing your hands down to your keyboard again made you want to clock out for the day.

Atsushi looked over at your figure with a slight frown. Recently you getting burnt out like this was becoming more common, and he hated it. He hated it with his whole being. Therefore, he was determined to help take your mind off of things for a while.

He stood up from his desk and tapped your shoulder. You immediately whipped your head around to meet his gaze. You then gave the weretiger a questionable expression.

“Atsushi? You should get back to work!” You exclaimed.

The weretiger gave you a small smile. “You’re getting burnt out again, (Name). C’mon! Let’s go out for a while!” He paused for a moment. “Only if you want too though! I won’t pressure you into anything!”

You blinked at him before letting out a short chuckle. “Atsushi! You’re too sweet.”

You stood up from your seat and stretched out your limbs for a moment. Who knew sitting for so long could make you cramp up?

Atsushi smiled as you got up from your seat. “Where should we go today?”

“Hmm… Let’s go to the park. It’s nice and relaxing. Plus, aren’t the sakura petals in bloom now? I’d love to see them,” you rambled. “I just love how pretty they are.”

“You seem quite passionate about them,” Atsushi butted in.

You giggled as you grabbed his arm. “C’mon, let’s go!”

You practically dragged Atsushi out of the office. He, of course, didn’t object. Once you exited the office, you looked around for a little bit. The streets were busy, as per usual. You wouldn’t have it any other way though. It just meant that people had something to do with their lives.

Eventually the two of you reached the park after a short walk. The sakura petals were falling gracefully as the wind started to pick up. It was a beautiful sight.

You sat down on a bench with a sigh. “Thank you this.”

Atsushi sat down next to you and glanced at your face. “For what?”

“For making sure I’m okay.” You smiled as you said this.

The weretiger only chuckled. “It was the least I could do… I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Osamu Dazai

Simply put, the two of you would make up complex plans for the agency.

That is what originally made in interested in you in the first place. The two of you were lounging around in the office, coming up with a plan for an upcoming fight against the Port Mafia. It was very complex, and it all depended on one variable, but the two of you made it work miraculously.

Dazai admired how you put his trust in him so easily. He also admired how you could keep some of the most grim situations lighthearted.

If he ever saw you be passionate about something, he’d only fuel the fire. He’d do everything in his power to make sure that passion stays with you.

Sometimes he’d ask you questions about what you’re passionate about, only to hear your cute rambles. He finds it very endearing.

He knew about your unhealthy habit of overworking yourself from the start. He wouldn’t try to persuade you to not do it, no, but he’d make sure that you’re taking care of yourself. Dazai knows what it’s like to be unable to stop yourself when it comes to something like this.

If he ever catches you asleep at your desk or something of the like, he’d take off his coat and drape it over your shoulders. He’s a gentleman after all!

If you ever needed to take a break from everything and retreat somewhere for the day, he’d encourage you to do so. Dazai would recommend some book stores, a bar, and or just staying at your house. He wants you to be comfortable.

Scenario…

You slowly woke up at your desk. Some of your spit was on the cold wood alongside some on your cheek, so you lazily brought your hand up to your face and wiped it away. As you were doing so though, you felt a slight weight on your back. It wasn’t heavy, no, far from it. It kept you warm and cozy.

Once you let out a yawn, you grabbed the thing that was on your back. It felt like fabric, so you pulled it over into your line of vision. Lo and behold, it was Dazais jacket.

You got up from your chair, your bones cracking at the sudden movement. You then looked around for the tall brunette, wanting to give him back his jacket. Recently it was getting chillier outside, so you didn’t want him to be cold. You eventually found him slacking off on the offices couch, listening to music.

You tapped him on the shoulder, then offered up his jacket. “Here. I don’t need it anymore.”

Dazai smirked at you as he took off his headphones. “Keep it for a while. You were absolutely adorable with it on!”

“Oh! Are you sure?”

“Of course I am!”

You hesitated for a moment. You then sighed then put on his coat properly. After that you sat down right next to him and pulled out a book. He looked at you questionably, but then decided not to pry.

“What’s that book about?” He asked suddenly.

You looked up from the seemingly endless pages with a small smile. “It’s called Gone Girl. Basically this wife frames her husband for her murder. The ending gets very twisted though. It has to be one of my favorite books of all time…”

Dazai smiled at your rambling. He loved how passionate you can get over something like this.

“If you like the book so much, then I’ll just have to read it for myself,” he said sweetly. He then grabbed the book from your grasp with a smirk. “I think I might do that right now!”

You let out a shocked gasp. “How dare you!”

You reached up for the book, but he had the height advantage. After a few minutes you stopped fighting for the book and sighed in defeat. All throughout the whole ordeal, Dazai was chuckling. He enjoyed teasing you like this.

“Fine! You can read it,” you said as you pinched the sides of his torso.

Dazai let out a fake groan of pain. “Ow! You’re so mean to me!”

“That’s what you get for stealing my book.”

You brought your hand to your face, letting out a short yawn. Dazai seemed to notice as he looked over at you. He placed the book onto the table in front of you two, then guided your shoulders to his lap.

“You’ve been overworking yourself recently. Go on, take a nap,” he spoke gently.

[anonymous-eggys-gone-feral]

Just the Two of Us (Part 1)

You drag Nicky to the private hot tub for some fun, but Nicky has other plans for what fun means tonight…

word count: 1,965

warnings: a bit o' biting, implied desire to receive oral

Reader is Gender-neutral! (they/them pronouns)

This is an NSFW fic! Be responsible and respectful of my boundaries!!! (check pinned post on my blog)

Tonight is a night you just can not fall asleep. Every now and then this happens. you lay there all cozy, but your brain and body both still have so much energy.

It's certainly not a terrible energy, but it's not exactly pleasant to lay there all bored either. you could read a book or work on any of the other many hobbies you've picked up in all the time you have……or you could drag Nicky to the private hot tub under the disguise of needing to relax in it and jump him when he's least expecting it and turn it into a funny midnight wrestling match. Yes.

With your perfectly mischievous plan in place, you turn to face a peaceful Nicky, who has his arm lazily wrapped around your waist. Okay, maybe only if he's awake enough and gives a confident yes…

As you're contemplating how terrible it would be to drag such a beautifully relaxed angel out of bed in the middle of the night, his eyes sleepily open and his grip on your waist tightens to pull you closer.

"Somethin' on my face, love?" he mumbles, his voice vibrating deeply in his chest. He presses a soft tired kiss to your lips, which you gladly return.

"Just those same two gorgeous moles that I always want to kiss. But, uh," it's now or suffer even more boredom.

"Yes?" Nicky urges you to continue, giving his full attention.

"I can't sleep. If you wanted to… maybe we could relax in our private hot tub area under the stars?"

"relax there? not here in bed?" He questions.

Shoot he must be onto you already. "I- I just mean maybe a change of scenery with the nice water would help me relax and fall asleep easier, but we don't have to," you quickly backpedal.

Nicky lets out an affectionate chuckle as he sits up, rubbing your side gently. "You are awful wound up tonight, huh. Since when have I said no to relaxin' there with you, anyway? my votes on 'let's do it', toots."

With the first step of your plan in place you excitedly hop up immediately, tossing the covers over without a care for remaking the bed. "I'll grab towels!"

"Don't bother, my love. I made sure anything we'll ever need will be there for us whenever we need it," Nicky says, his amusement at your reaction very clear.

"Perfect." With that out of the way, you grab Nicky's hand and drag him down the hallways of the house and outside, both of you giggling like you two had only been together for a month and were being devious, despite being married.

When you arrive at the private grotto, you begin searching for bathing suits.

"What're you looking for?" Nicky asks as he removes his shirt, revealing his hypnotizingly gorgeous chest and stomach.

"Bathing suits? You said everything we needed would be here," you answer.

Nicky gives you a sly smirk and raises an eyebrow while smoothly saying "We don't need no bathing suits if it's just the two of us, do we?"

His response makes you grin as you remember him saying something similar the day before you had married him. "I suppose not, Nicholas." you lovingly roll your eyes as you begin stripping.

You pause for a moment to glance behind you to see what progress Nicky has made with his undressing. Much to your joy, he's neatly folding his clothes and your eyes land on his bare butt. That beautiful divine butt that you could stare at forever. It had to be the most perfectly shaped butt you've ever had the privilege of seein-

"Distracted by something, darling?"

You slowly raise your eyes to meet his highly amused face. You can't even think of a sly comeback, nor can you think of a lie. So you respond with a blunt, "You have a nice ass," before turning away to continue taking off your clothes. This earns a hardy laugh from Nicky that echoes in the room as you hear his feet hit the floor as he saunters over to you.

His hands meet your waist as he presses a kiss to your neck. "Need help?"

You melt inside as you tilt your head to the side in hopes that his lips will linger there for just a little while longer. "I certainly wouldn't mind."

He seems to get the message and indulges, hugging your waist closer and pressing more kisses to your neck. You let out a breathy sigh that turns into a moan as his kisses turn to nibbles.

His kisses travel to your back and down further as he lowers himself to remove your pants and undergarment slowly, gently.

God, forget playing games, this haze of lovely contrasting energy between his bitey kisses on your hips and the gentle way he runs his hands up and down your thighs is all you need now. You can't stop yourself from imagining all the ways his mouth could caress more of your body… all the ways his tongue could touch and tease and suck you. Just the thought makes you more than weak as another moan escapes your lips.

And as soon as you think your legs will turn to pure jelly and you're thoroughly hot and bothered, he suddenly stops and sweeps you off your feet to carry you like royalty.

"Wh- Nicky? Why'd you stop?" You whine as you wrap your arms around his neck.

"I thought the goal was to relax you in the water, not wind you up even more?" Nicky teases as he walks you both to the tub, gently lowering you in.

The water was absolutely perfect as it washed over your bare body. Not too hot, not too cold, but not lukewarm either. Perfectly warm.

The way the reflection of the dimly lit water reflected on the walls and gave way to stars and the gorgeous moon high above you both was utterly perfect. And the way all those elements looked resting on your beloved's face as he lovingly relaxed with you in his arms. It only made you want him more.

Joking around is long forgotten as you shift to straddle his waist and raise a hand out of the water to guide his face, his soft lips, closer to yours. "I'm already wound up, my love, too late. But perhaps you could help tire me out?" you practically whisper pleadingly.

In this close proximity you can feel exactly how that action and those words affected him. His member twitches against your leg as he amorously gazes at you. He gives in and mumbles "I'd love to please you, gorgeous."

His lips meet yours and the gratification of giving in to desire is immediate and mind scattering.

The kisses start out soft, gentle, slow. Quickly enough, they turn hungrier and more desperate. Nicky bites at your bottom lip as if desperate to get closer and closer as you deepen the kiss, allowing his tongue to meet yours.

You throw one arm around his neck and bury your other hand in his hair, pressing your chest against his. In response he grips your waist and pulls you flush against him. Flush against his hard warm member that has practically come to life at this point.

This only increases your mounting frustration, which comes to a peak when Nicky pulls away from your already swelling lips to begin pressing sucking bitey kisses to your shoulders and neck. The type that you can already tell are gonna leave beautiful marks for you to gaze upon in the morning.

Your hips shift and buck as you rub against him for any sort of friction to relieve the pressure building inside of your stomach. You let out a groan of pleasure as you feel your sex make contact with his and suddenly your thoughts are flooded with the need for more, more.

As much as you want him inside of you right this moment, as much as you want to wrap your thighs around his waist while he thrusts into you, you know that'd be a bit… too difficult in water.

And Nicky seems to feel and know this too, letting out a moan of his own and shifting his hips to rub against you before lifting you up and setting you on the edge of the pool in a hesitant manner.

"Lemme grab some things we need real fast, my love," he practically growls against your throat as he leaves a trail of kisses from your neck to your lips before pulling away and swiftly heading to grab things.

"Would you like help?" you chuckle.

"Maybe spread this towel out beneath you? It'll make you a hell of a lot more comfortable" Nicky responds as he shoots a wink at you while tossing a towel at you.

You catch it somehow despite the low lighting and unfold the large plush towel. It might as well be a blanket, honestly. It's perfect for this. As you're settling yourself on it, Nicky comes back over with a bottle of lube and a condom in hand.

"May I?" You ask, gesturing for the condom. As he lowers himself to his knees in front of you, he gladly hands it over.

"As long as I get to do part two," he says confidently as you carefully open the condom package.

"You can direct the entire scene for all I care, I'm all yours, Nicholas."

You take the moment to take in the way his wet body looks in the moonlight. the way the water reflections shift and glimmer on all the right parts of him. The way his hip bone glows and shining moonlit water droplets roll down his thick chest and stomach, all the way down to his- you get the deal.

He may as well be a god in this moment. A god you'd let consume you if it was his wish or whim to do so. He would never be such a god, but the sentiment is still there. In all the power and control he has, he still falls to his knees when faced with his love and desire for you. Nothing makes him lose control more than just the image of your body entertwined with his, in pure pleasure. And tonight, you want nothing more than to make him fully lose control.

Nicky seems to revel in your attention as if he could read your thoughts while you rise to your knees and reach forward to tip his chin towards you. He lowers his lips to yours to meet in a long passionate kiss while you skillfully slip the condom on him, silently begging your usually clumsy hands to be steady and pleasurable.

And pleasurable they are. you shift the hand at his chin and drag your fingers lightly down his chest and stomach, settling it on his hip. The way you touch him sends a shiver through his body, much to your satisfaction. You use the leverage to tug him closer, all while stroking his hard excitement in the way you've learned earns you the most moans and drives him insane. Gentle palm rub at the tip, all encompassing around the shaft all the way down and back up. and repeat. not too hard and not too soft with your touch to tease him to lose his mind.

Nicky almost vibrates beneath your methodical calculated touch as he lets out a groan.

"You really know how to drive me crazy, love. You know that?" He moans out.

"I absolutely do, Nicky. Do you have anything else to say about it?"

Nicky gives you a devious smirk despite how flushed his face is as he answers, "I say it's time for part two."

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a/n: tee hee sorry yall. part two will be coming out soon enough! Just thought y'all would want this in the meantime :) i will be linking part two here as well when i finish it and post it!

[accio-victuuri]

💟 yh family concert vlog cpns & some yibo thoughts…💭💬

thank you to yibo-official for feeding us with some content this weekend. it’s been kinda quiet since friday, so this is a sweet treat for everyone before monday comes in.

( excuse this very extra gif i’m using for this post. lol. i’ve just been obsessed w/ how yibo looks in this. the way he turned his head is so cute. soooo… ☺️ )

YBO is back. or the question is, did they ever leave? lol. ever since that news/rumor came out, together with the lrlg post, I was still 50/50. Because it’s hard to confirm things, especially ones that involve his career and what’s allegedly going on. However with the content that’s being released, from OnO to now, it has the same feel as the original YBO. who knows. I’m just happy, like everyone else, to see this kind of updates from his team.

Yibo is not really one to share much personal stuff anymore on his social media accounts so YBO is so important. Plus the fact that they regularly update their IG too ( remember to interact on their please! ) for us international fans gives them plus points in my book.

It’s also a relief to see the negative comments wind down to being non existent. I truly understand why some fans feel the need to complain, but ybo is not really that place. I personally don’t like the idea of acting like an anti in a space that represents yibo. that could just be me tho.

Anyway, I hope we get more! I wanna see the bts footage they have with BTF & One and Only! I feel like they spoiled us with HB’s 1 hour + BTS footage so we’re all expecting to get the same for BTF & OnO. BTF has some restrictions i guess with what they can share since some filming were done in military sites.

Now I wanna highlight this portion of the vlog, with WYB being in a good mood during the last part of the concert.

This was the part where some people were saying that he looked ‘unhappy’, implying that’s because he didn’t wanna be there / cause there are mostly bxgs who attended. however, this clip, and a lot of the moments on the blog told a different story.

He was obviously not dragged in there — crying and screaming to perform. He was invested with his performance. He looked happy to be with his professional “family”. It’s an example of some fans having their own biased interpretation with this event. I respect those who decided to not attend, it’s their choice and money. But it was really irritating to see them nag and bitch about those who decided to support yibo. Plus it’s their own money. They can spend it however they want.

Funny thing is, those big name accounts who were so vocal about being against Yuehua Ent. & attending — did in fact, attend the concert 😂😂😂 so yeah. It’s an age old story. Don’t believe big name accounts, especially on weibo. These KOLs that “lead” fan opinion can be very shady. At the end of the day, we’re all here to support WYB and his projects in the best way we can. 🙏🏼

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🍫🍦 TIME FOR SOME SUGAR/CPNS !!!! 🍭🧁

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The fact that the video is 8:05 minutes long which is an example of how kadian/numbers are important. Well, not all the time, but the team takes that into consideration. So if you see them pulling a 10:05, that would be very sus 👀

As usual, some editing similarities….

Again, editing similarities, even if there are so many could still be a coincidence but it’s fun to still pay attention.

Also the details in YIBITO. He has the apple watch! I will never get over the fact that this “detail” is being highlighted like this when it is a popular cpn among turtles and we always look for it.

Some also noticed this “….” Which we don’t know the relevance of, but it could be a clue that LRLG is from Bobo’s team. This is unusual for me, cause ellipsis are usually “…” right?

I’m taking it as a galaxy brain cpn 🌌

ZZ also allegedly got off work today at 19:22, and then ybo posts @ 19:36. Yes, WYB has his own team but since we CPN that their staff could overlap — this timing is interesting. Maybe it needed a final sign off from the other boss? 😂😂😂😂

SHOUT OUT TO BOTTLED JOY, cause WYB was seen using some during the bts. He also took one with him in the Thailand roadshow. So i guess it’s safe to say that he has a good relationship with the brand, despite what others feel about them. He wouldn’t be showing off if he wasn’t. I’m looking forward to his renewal with them and what new stuff & campaign will be in place. BXGs will surely be lining up to support.

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[lemonandlime22]

Super random Twst hc

A/N: wrote this while coming down from either a sugar high or just that random 3am burst of energy you get type high. Also idk how to explain the weight thing exactly its very comforting for me just to have someone lay on top of you or rly anything heavy like that. Same with the thunderstorm, I grew up absolutely loving them and I still do

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Lilia loves true crime. Has a podcast with Cater about it.

Maybe Rook too

Deuce seems like the type of person that if an animal picked them (like just came up to them first or just spent the most time with them, etc) he would burst into tears and become extremely emotionally attached to them

and yes it has happened multiple times with the hedgehogs.

Malleus listens to asmr, like those really sappy relationship roleplay ones. Not just when he's going to sleep but rly any time of the day

same tho.

Leona unknowingly likes it when Cheka is napping with him. I think he's the type to like it when something heavy is on them, it's reassuring in a way, or maybe just grounding. Anyway, Cheka sleeps on his chest when he visits and Leona's taking a nap

same again.

Vil's responsible enough to go to actual therapy after his overblot. He's not ashamed of it one bit, and even lightly pushes for the other overblot-es to go as well, but he stops if they ask him to but still gives them the number(s) of credible and trustworthy therapists.

Riddle and Jamil would probably be the most willing out of them all, Jamil would have most likely already been considering it, while Riddle would do it cause he believes it's what he should do, but neither of them rly likes to talk about it/ about going.

Leona wouldn't want to go/just go for a little while, purely cause it was Vil who was suggesting it. But those two are p similar in that they both are p smart and self-aware, so sooner or later he'll push aside his pride and go. Doesn't care if anyone knows or not.

Azul would have to be dragged to go to therapy, not cause he doesn't think he doesn't need it but cause he's too ashamed and embraced to tell anyone about his overblot.

Idia might have to be dragged kicking and screaming by Ortho to go. (not sure tho, haven't finished book 6).

Fuck if I know about Malleus.

Jack prob names all his cacti. Would rather die then tell anyone bout that tho.

Cater has taught Trey how to make some spicy food.

Kalim is the #1 name remember-er, cause obv he has over 30 siblings. Doesn't mean he won't go threw like 45 other names before he gets to yours tho.

When Floyd was little he tried to eat his own tail, and sometimes still does when he's rrreeeeaaalllyyy board.

Jade gave him the idea. He also has convinced Floyd to eat many other things, like rocks, glass, paper, metal, etc. He could hand him literally almost anything and he'll eat it with little to no question.

Silver has prob woken up cuddling a bear or some crazy shit like that, and just went back to sleep like it's nothing.

Rook seems like he likes to do wood carvings and make his own arrows.

Azul, Ace, Jamil, and Leona all seem like they love thunderstorms

Azul prob used to watch them just below the surface of the water.

Ace and his big brother probably played a lot of different card games when the power went out, so he associates them with good memories.

Jamil and Leona might have both liked the because similar to the weight on the chest thing, it's calming and grounding, and a p comforting. Also might be a way to help relieve stress or smth

same once again.

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[ladytauria]

i read this fic (you want more and you want it fast - runespoor) some time ago and, uh

it would not leave my head <3

eventually i had to write down all the thoughts it gave me & then i cleaned those up into something resembling a not-fic. & then it was just a matter of, ah. convincing myself to share~

anyway!

warnings: unrequited bru/jay

edits: fixed some formatting issues, removed some brackets, and a sentence i had meant to fix before posting, lol

a hunger that grows, and grows

Jason’s feelings for Bruce are… complicated, to say the least. Mentor. Oldest/longest crush. Betrayal. Anger. Grief. Nothing easy or simple to deal with, and so Jason just… doesn’t. He does his own thing up until Bruce gets involved, has knockdown drag-out fights with him that leave him more frustrated than anything, and then usually heads to a bar, working his frustrations out with tall, dark haired, light eyed men before getting up the next day to start the cycle all over again.

It works. Or he does a good enough job pretending it does, anyway.

And then Bruce dies. (“Dies.”)

His usual methods of coping don’t work. He needs something more to scratch the itch; fill up the strange hollowness inside of him. And somehow… he ends up settling on Tim.

Half the reason the pretender is so fucking annoying is all the ways he reminds Jason of Bruce—both the parts he finds attractive and those he finds aggravating. (There’s a lot of overlap between the two, but Jason doesn’t like to think about that.)

So he tracks down Tim.

Jason’s feelings for Bruce are… complicated, to say the least. Mentor. Oldest/longest crush. Betrayal. Anger. Grief. Nothing easy or simple to deal with, and so Jason just… doesn’t. He does his own thing up until Bruce gets involved, has knockdown drag-out fights with him that leave him more frustrated than anything, and then usually heads to a bar, working his frustrations out with tall, dark haired, light eyed men before getting up the next day to start the cycle all over again.

It works. Or he does a good enough job pretending it does, anyway.

And then Bruce dies. (“Dies.”)

His usual methods of coping don’t work. He needs something more to scratch the itch; fill up the strange hollowness inside of him. And somehow… he ends up settling on Tim.

Half the reason the pretender is so fucking annoying is all the ways he reminds Jason of Bruce—both the parts he finds attractive and those he finds aggravating. (There’s a lot of overlap between the two, but Jason doesn’t like to think about that.)

So he tracks down Tim.

It actually takes a hot second—Tim is right on the edge of dropping off radar, which should probably concern Jason a little. But—honestly, whatever Tim is up to is someone else’s problem. He’s booked a ticket overseas, set to leave sometime around when patrol would usually end. Which means Jason has to move quick.

He’s not about to go asking for something for nothing, and since he’s looking to use Tim as a stand-in for Bruce, it only seems fair to offer him a similar opportunity. So. When he comes knocking at Tim’s door, he does it dressed as Nightwing. [Personally picturing the discowing suit bc of the deep vee, but, go with your heart.]

Tim lets him in; the annoyance on his face and in his voice bleeding very quickly into confusion as he processes what Jason is wearing.

Jason’s brand of flirting is a little taunting, a little aggressive, and utterly unsubtle. Tim—short circuits. It’s not necessarily that he isn’t used to being flirted with, or that he doesn’t know how to flirt back. It’s just… This is Jason. He’s had a crush on him since he was still Robin, and… Maybe all the violence and bitterness between them should have changed that, but it didn’t. If anything, it only made him burn hotter. So having all of that directed at him, especially right now? It’s a lot.

But Tim’s made a career out of thinking on his feet, and it’s not long before he reboots. It takes even less time for him to break the situation down.

He knows about Jason’s thing for Bruce. Knows Bruce didn’t reciprocate, or even really notice. Knows about Jason’s habits of seeking out Bruce lookalikes to fuck, especially after a big fight. And—well. Jason’s made enough derogatory remarks about Tim’s similarities to Bruce over the years. It’s not hard to figure out that this time, Tim is the one being used as proxy.

It hurts.

A lot.

But Tim also recognizes an opportunity when he sees one. If this is the only way he can have him… so be it. “I’ve got a plane to catch in the morning,” he warns, even as he slips into his best imitation of Bruce.

“Still got all night,” Jason says, flippant tone belied by the hunger in his eyes.

It’s a night they make very good use of.

Jason doesn’t even stir when Tim slips out before dawn—figuring, this is it. He got his on night, and now it’ll never happen again. He doesn’t end up having to try hard not to think on it; too busy just trying to keep his head above water.

Jason wakes alone and satisfied. And maybe… a little bereft, somewhere deep, deep down and unacknowledged. He lets himself bask for a bit, and then it’s back to business as usual.

The itch builds back up again. Normally, if his path hadn’t crossed with Bruce’s naturally, this is when he’d go looking for reasons to pick a fight. He thinks, idly, about reaching out to Tim again. Maybe even looks him up, just to see what he’s doing, only to learn he’s nowhere to be found. Jason tells himself that’s not concerning at all, and anyway, he wouldn’t want to make a habit of fucking the pretender. Tim’s too crafty for that.

Things go back to something resembling normal.

Of course, then Tim does finally show back up again, and brings with him a shitload of chaos…

…and, eventually, Bruce.

It’s— Jason doesn’t know how to feel about it. Things are—different. Bruce has a new Robin. Tim’s struck out on his own, claiming his own territory in Gotham. Jason doesn’t need to show up for family dinners to see the tension there. Even Jason’s relationship with him is different. They circle each other, almost awkwardly. There’s this… almost-want of a reconciliation; a tentative truce building between them.

Until it blows up in their faces, of course.

Jason leaves the fight angry and frustrated and seething—but also hot under the collar. Before, he would just find a bar and look for someone who could almost, in the right lighting (or lack of), pass for Bruce—or who looked like they could fuck Jason hard enough he wouldn’t care.

But…

Well. It hadn’t been enough when Bruce had first “died,” and ever since his night with Tim… He’s not sure it ever will be again. So he finds himself on Tim’s doorstep again—possibly in the same outfit? Or maybe a different era costume? Or something totally different. He figures, well. Last time Tim had him out of the suit pretty quick, so he must’ve been into it.

Tim’s surprised—but again, doesn’t turn Jason down. He does tell him to ditch the costume next time. Nightwing doesn’t do it for him.

Again, Jason leaves satisfied.

After that, it keeps happening. Jason abandons the costume idea entirely; just shows up at Tim’s door in or climbs through his window. Sometimes he brings food, usually he doesn’t. They fuck. Sometimes they even stay together until its time to get up, becoming—almost friendly, in those small windows of time.

The time between visits starts to decrease, until Jason isn’t really seeking him out because Bruce pissed him off anymore. Tim is still putting on a Bruce-esque persona, though. He’s also never the one to initiate, which Jason notes idly but isn’t concerned about… yet.

And then one day, when Jason seeks him out, Tim is… tired. He’s fighting with Bruce. He’s still got the primary role in the company. He’s pretending to be injured. He’s not on good terms with Dick (though they’re mending). Damian hasn’t tried to kill him in a few weeks but there’s still animosity. Things with Steph are… weird. Strained. Awkward. He’s glad she’s back. He’s angry at her for lying. She’s pissed he’s not talking about his disappearance, and the thing with Pru, and. You know. Everything. The Titans are back but he’s not leaning on them like he used to. He’s still managing everything that happened with the League, the missing spleen, and now Boomerang… 

He’s tired.

He wants.

His persona cracks, and a little more Tim shines through. Jason… likes it. He doesn’t know what’s different; he’s really only encountered fake-Bruce Tim and Red Robin Tim. Everything else has been glancing. Brief.

But by the next time they meet, Tim’s rebuilt his defenses, and… it’s the same as before. Except now, the formerly mind-blowing sex is— Still good, but. There’s something lacking, a missing mysterious thing that Jason has no idea how to ask for. It’s… frustrating. The itch comes back, more fierce than before.

He ends up talking to someone—probably Dick, but maybe Steph, or Babs. He doesn’t mean to turn the subject to Tim, isn’t even intending to ask about him, but. The others have noticed Tim & Jason’s new… closeness, if not the reason for it. Whoever it is he talks to happens to mention that Tim used to really look up to him—idolize him, even. Probably in the context of a warning, but not necessarily.

A few things click into place. He keeps his distance from Tim for a bit; turning thing over in his head. Certain misinterpretations are cleared up, but… Jason also has new questions. Questions he doesn’t intend to just ask outright—he knows Tim wouldn’t answer him. Or, if he did, it wouldn’t be true.

So he decides to do something a little—reckless. Or, maybe not reckless, so much as embarrassing. Painstakingly, he assembles an accurate (well, mostly) Robin costume. The same one he wore, during his tenure. He barely manages to swallow his embarrassment enough to assemble it, let alone put it on, and covers quickly with a long coat.

The trip to the Nest is agony. He finds himself flushing every time he’s reminded of it. And when he gets there— He hasn’t knocked on the door in ages, but this time… He can’t do anything but, and waits anxiously for Tim to show up.

Tim lets him in, eyeing the coat with strong suspicion.

When the door is shut, Tim takes in his appearance with an impressively neutral expression, considering Jason is sure he looks ridiculous, wearing a long overcoat despite the mild weather and his face, ears, and neck blotchy with embarrassment. “I thought we agreed no more costumes,” Tim says, finally. Jason swallows hard. His face grows hotter. He resists the urge to tug at his collar; instead undoing the buttons of his coat with trembling fingers. “I— We did. But…” He takes a breath. He’s too off-kilter to make his words sound seductive, but he continues anyway—“I think you’ll make an exception for this one.” And then, before he can lose his nerve, he shrugs out of the overcoat. The Robin costume—sans cape, and pixie boots. And gloves. But he was wearing the red tunic, and the scaly green panties. And they are panties, unlike the original. But he’d thought a two piece might be more… practical. It’s the closest thing he’s worn to the original suit in… years. Since the Tower, and that had been far less faithful. He feels… ridiculous. Overgrown. Out of place. But… There’s still a little bit of magic, too. He keeps his eyes on Tim despite his nerves. Watches the almost imperceptible way his eyes widen. The way his hands still. The way all of him stills so completely Jason worries, for a moment, that he isn’t even breathing. It stretches long enough Jason feels himself starting still; ice creeping through his veins. This was a bad idea. He fucked up. At best—Tim laughs at him. At worst… At worst he’s dismissed, derided, humiliated, and never to make things right, or see if they can’t, maybe, be something more. Then there’s a short, sharp intake of breath—and Tim moves, so suddenly Jason might wonder about latent speedster genes, if he wasn’t otherwise occupied. Tim kisses him feverishly, licking into Jason’s mouth like he’s starved. One hand tangles in his curls; the other wanders. Over his chest, teasing his nipples through the tunic before tracing the Robin emblem. (Jason isn’t going to examine the way that makes him shiver.) Then down over his rib cage, his stomach. Teasing the hem of the panties before palming him through them. Squeezing, as Jason gasps into his mouth; rocking his hips forward. Tim smiles, smug and satisfied. “Feel good, does it, Robin?” The name— the tone— His moan is torn from his chest, so hard it’s almost painful. He whimpers, after, the heat spreading down his chest. His whole body prickles, skin tight and sensitive. Fuck.

They don’t even make it to the bedroom. Tim, well. He tries, but god, he cannot keep the Bruce-persona going, and Jason watches the mask fall in real time. It’s one of the hottest things he’s ever seen.

Later, when they’ve both finished at least once, they lay next to each other, and Tim asks quietly, “What gave me away?” The question is so mild, so innocuous. He could be talking about his thing for the Robin costume, or any number of things. But Jason knows. So he tells him, “Nothing I would have noticed for a long time.” Because it’s true. He prides himself on being observant, but.. he wasn’t looking for it. Didn’t know to, and never would have expected it, from Tim of all people. He feels… guilty. “Dick brought up some stuff, though, and… Well. All the things I’d missed were… obvious.”

Then Jason admits that he’s enjoyed the times they’ve gotten to hang out, and the longer this has been going on, the more he’s been disappointed when they don’t get to. And… the times that Tim has been more himself, less Bruce… they’ve always been his favorite.

He doesn’t want to jump into something before he’s ready, rush it, and end up hurting Tim when it doesn’t work out but— He thinks, if they go slow, that they could have something. If Tim is willing to give him that chance, to know him.

And, well. What does Tim have to lose? His heart is already on the line. So he says yes.

(It happens, bit by bit, so slowly he doesn’t even notice, until, one day, Jason looks at Tim and— He can’t. He can’t picture anyone else at his side, can’t imagine wanting anyone else. He’s happy, here, with Tim, and so, utterly in love.)

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[parkitaco]

33 for the kisses prompts.

"Mike."

"Hmm?"

"Mike."

Mike glances up distractedly, the end of his pencil pressed to his lower lip. "Yeah?"

Will looks at him imploringly from where he's sprawled out at the end of his bed, flipping idly through comic books while Mike attempts to do homework. "Pay attention to me," he whines, wriggling closer and making puppy eyes at him.

Despite his best efforts - he really does need to get the this homework done - Mike's mouth ticks up into a small smile. Will is rarely so needy - it's always Mike clinging to him, wrapping arms around him and standing probably a little too close when they're around people, acting generally incriminating despite the secrecy of their relationship. But in moments like these, when they're alone in comfort of Will's room and it's safe to be them, together, Will lets himself be a little bit more overbearing, a little more like the overly sappy, affectionate boyfriend Mike knows he'd be all the time if the world was just a little bit better.

Which is why Mike doesn't deny him when it happens. He grins, setting his homework aside and holding out an arm, which Will eagerly grabs hold of as he immediately scoots closer and climbs halfway on top of Mike.

Their noses bump, and Mike's arms come to settle around Will's waist, hugging him close. He hadn't thought of casual touch as being something terribly groundbreaking, before he started dating Will - it had been relatively normal for them anyway, but he hadn't factored in how much he would miss it, when they're around other people. How much he overthinks it, now, whenever he gets the urge to sling an arm around Will's shoulders or link their pinky fingers together or sit beside him on movie nights, close enough that their sides get all pressed up against each other in one fluid line. He hates having to second-guess whether it's abnormal to behave that way with an alleged friend, especially considering he and Will had never acted like normal friends to begin with. They've always been a little different. A little more.

"Hi," Will murmurs now, reaching up to drag a finger along Mike's jaw and smiling sweetly at him. He's beautiful, like this, sprawled across Mike with the spring sunlight filtering through the window and hitting his face at all the right angles.

Mike's a little bit in love with Will, as it turns out. "Hi," he murmurs, and he can feel Will's smile against his lips when he leans in to kiss him.

It's a sweet kiss, lazy and lingering and with nowhere near the same amount of frantic, nervous energy their first few kisses had held, in those hazy weeks where death seemed to be lurking around every corner and every conversation they had, every kiss exchanged, had the potential to be the last. Following that were the messy, complicated few months after the gates were closed and Vecna was gone and everyone was trying to figure out how to continue being alive, when for so long it had seemed that they wouldn't get another opportunity. That's when the two of them had to face the fact that they were still alive, and likely would be for a long while, and that meant figuring out what on earth was going on between them and, consequently, face the fact that, now that the population of Hawkins was no longer worried about being sucked into Hell's fiery gates, they now had more time and cause to ask questions about certain boys wanting to kiss other boys.

It's gotten better, since then, now that they've found a sort of rhythm and routine, though Mike still doesn't get to kiss Will nearly as much as he'd like to.

Will must be thinking something similar, if the soft sigh he releases into Mike's mouth is any indication, and Mike relaxes into him, pulling him closer by the shirt. He can do his homework later, he decides as Will presses him further back into the pillows, and sets down his pencil, still clutched in one hand, in favor of shoving both hands into Will's hair.

"Love you," Will murmurs into Mike's mouth, because he makes a point to say it every chance he gets, what with the limited amount of alone time they get. Mike's about to say it back, the words about the only coherent thought left in his brain at this point, when, from the other end of the house, there's the unmistakable sound of a key in the lock.

Will must hear it at the same time that Mike does, both of them conditioned to hide at the first sign of danger, because he pulls back, wide-eyed, and they both fall dead silent as they listen for more telltale sounds.

There's a creak of hinges, and then the clattering of keys hitting the dining room table, and Will's breath quickens, hot against Mike's face. "No one was supposed to be home," he whispers, still close enough that his lips brush Mike's when he talks. He should probably be moving away, right about now, creating a respectable amount of distance between them, but Mike's critical thinking tends to get a little addled when Will is this close to him, and he can only assume the same is true for Will.

"Maybe someone's breaking in," Mike whispers back, as footsteps thud through the house, distant but audible, and Will gives him a look.

"How is that better," he hisses, which hadn't really been what Mike was implying. He's about to say so when the footsteps suddenly grow louder, and Will's yelping and rolling off him, knocking him off balance in the process, and Mike goes tumbling to the floor beside Will's bed, hidden from the doorway just in time for the door to swing open.

"Will?" comes Hopper's voice, as Mike hurriedly wriggles into the back corner by Will's bedside table and tries to quiet his breathing.

"Hey, Hop," Will says, in a breathless sort of voice that makes Mike cringe, a little. It's a miracle they've pulled this secrecy thing off for so long. They're both terrible actors. "Home early?"

Mike can just make out Hopper's legs shifting further into the room, and he ducks his head lower just on the off chance Hopper can see him from across the room. "Yeah, your mom should be home in an hour or so. Everything okay?"

"Yeah, 'course," Will chirps like the liar he is, and Mike stifles a laugh as Hopper wanders out of the room. The second he's out of earshot, Will jumps up, swinging the door closed and locking it before appearing over Mike, face hanging over the edge of the bed.

Mike stares up at him, one eyebrow quirked and mouth twisted into a smirk. "You know I'm allowed to be here, right? You didn't have to hide my existence."

"I didn't do it on purpose!" Will yelps, and then immediately throws a glance in the direction of the door, afraid Hopper might have heard. "I- are you okay?"

Mike reaches up and grabs hold of Will's wrist, tugging him in closer, and Will slides easily off the bed to join him in the darkened corner. "I'm fine," he says, smirking as Will wriggles into the small space between the bed and the wall beside him. "Except now I'm gonna have to sneak out the window when I leave, because no one knows I'm here-"

"Okay, okay," Will says, leaning over and pressing a quick kiss to Mike's lips, effectively shutting him up. "I get it, I'm a shitty liar, whatever."

Mike grins all teeth. "Good kisser, though."

"Idiot," Will replies, but is pliant under Mike's hands as he draws him in for another kiss, a proper one this time. It's a little bit cramped, shoved into the small corner of the room, but Mike can't find it in himself to mind, not when the smallness of the space forces them into such delicious proximity like this, pressed up against each other and leaned back against the wall.

Outside the door, the floorboards creak, and they both freeze as Hopper's footsteps thud down the hallway, slowly fading into the recesses of the house.

"He's not gonna come in here again," Will murmurs, one arm still slung over Mike's neck as he watches the door warily, "Probably."

"It's locked," Mike points out in a low voice, which is probably more incriminating than any of the other things, but is worth it for the reaction time it will give them when inevitably someone else comes knocking.

Will nods, smiling as he refocuses on Mike, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to his lips. "We're safe," he agrees quietly, as Mike smiles and squeezes his arms gently.

I'm always safe, with you, Mike thinks, and Will catches him in a kiss.

[dustofthedailylife]

brainrot time. kaveh and alhaitham with a roommate that’s just a mix of them both

alhaitham’s logic, kaveh’s compassion, alhaitham’s academic inclinations, kaveh’s ‘artistic soul’ (as he would say), alhaitham’s observance and perception, kaveh’s charm, alhaitham’s intelligence, kaveh’s drive, etc. etc. idk

alhaitham’s laziness, kaveh’s impulse control, alhaitham’s sharp tongue, kaveh’s lack of self preservation, alhaitham’s apathy, kaveh’s meddling tendencies, both of their stubborness

they both have a love hate relationship with these traits of yours;

for one, you compliment and contrast them in the important ways, and it’s always a treat for you to show such similarities to them. it makes them feel less alone, more seen.

but then, it’s the same for their roommate, and you end up reminding them of the other.

and that in itself is also good and bad, because despite the fact that they hate each other, that’s still their ex(?) best friend, and those are still the traits that made them fall in love with each other all those years ago (platonically, if you’re not a poly enthusiast.)

anyways, time for fun stuff:

maybe roommate is a researcher that specializes in documentation— specifically, sketching down any relics, sites, fauna and flora etc. etc. that can’t be brought home.

so kaveh is always dragging you into art activities, like those wine painting classes, or simply finding a scenic spot and having a picnic while you do your individual art things together, and alhaitham taking you out to book stores and libraries and cafes.

alhaitham subtly brags about getting to reach his arm around you under the excuse of grabbing a book and sitting close (maybe even low key cuddling depending on how bold you are) to share a book, and hearing your soothing reading voice. and kaveh brags back about one of you holding the other’s hand to demonstrate a specific technique, or him cuddling up to your back to look over your shoulder so he can ‘properly critique’ your work, or the both of you sketching each other.

them trying to subtly influence you to encourage similarities and discourage whatever reminds them of the other.

you just letting them try with a knowing smile :)

you being the referee of their arguments. also saying that you’re staying out of it but instigating anyways

they’ll ask you to judge their debates, and get so smug when you approve or disprove one of their points

them letting the annoying things you do slide but immediately getting on the other’s ass for doing the same thing

teasing kaveh just to see him pout. being only (other) person that could get a rise out of alhaitham

you knowing the best ways to comfort them, show affection, stroke their egos, check their egos, fluster them, and most importantly, piss them off P;

even funnier if roommate is a chaos monger that uses their skills for evil. they will, very occasionally, form a truce just to get you back. y’all have fun.

anywho!! did you ever get a similar brainrot ask with a martial artist!reader? I was just curious, also bc tumblr will occasionally eat my asks

[Roommate AU brainrots]

Hiiii! Yes I got your other ask don't worry. I just haven't had time to reply to it yet since I am a bit on a tight schedule at the moment and wanted to take my time with your brainrots and read them properly 😭

I love this so much! You'd be the perfect counterbalance to either of them.

I'd love to just sit down to draw together with Kaveh. That seems so incredibly comforting and relaxing for some reason. (I also imagine he'd be a red wine guy and I'm a white wine girl so that would be also the perfect contrast for the wine taste haha!). He is my comfort character, don't perceive me, I'm daydreaming 🤭 Also makes me realize I need more artist friends... I have none ;_;

Also going to book stores with Alhaitham? YES. He'd have to drag me out of there at some point because I'm not leaving on my own.

And YES, they'd so brag about what they did together with you to the other guy. They love you but they also have to one up each other constantly lmao.

And about getting in their arguments and them letting it slide when it was you... yep, 100%. Reminds me of that one thing I wrote already called "Cookies". Completely how they'd act.

"Kaveh/Alhaitham did you do XY again" "It was me." "Oh, Y/N? Well, don't worry. I'll take care of it then."

They're down bad BAD.

Thank you for your ask! I loved reading it 🤭

[siriusblackdevotee]

i love ur brain and ships so much like its so refreshing to see a multishipper who actually multiships because i have missed seeing it

On that note can i get like a list of your fav rarepairs and i mean like would NEVER interact in canon but theyre still your babies type?

AAAHH thank you!! I love seeing people enjoy my rambles!!

okay so rarepairs and would never interact in canon, so not even potentially im assuming? Bitchkiller wouldn't count in this case as there's a chance Sirius and Barty could have interacted during their time in Azkaban, right? So like that?

As I'm writing this, I realize I have way too many so I'll just, spit them all out and later rank it while crying. The first few are my ABSOLUTE favorites (because it has Sirius).

Sirius x Voldemort/Tom

Metalomagnetic has some phenomenal fics on this ship, please check them out if you're interested!! perhaps this doesn't count either because Sirius and Voldy could have interacted during Sirius' prime time as an order of the Phoenix member? It's up to you whether you want to count it or not.

Sirius x Barty x Evan

Starosekiller? Bitchkillerose? I mean yeah included bitchkiller but with Evan added in, surely it doesn't count? Rosekiller whose sex life is getting boring and needs a third, and then boom, Sirius is there, Regulus's hot older brother? Or we could go into the moral dilemma way? Sirius is like, why the fuck am I fucking my little brother's best friends who are Death eaters oh my god I'm so fucking pathetic but he keeps going back because seeing, hearing and feeling rosekiller basically worship him strokes his ego and validates his ugliness, making him feel good. Rosekillers goal is we know you're fucked up just like we are and we're gonna rip you from your high moral grounds and drag you down to hell with us, effectively poisoning him

Sirius x Rabastan Lestrange

They're just arrogant, rich boys fucking while their family is downstairs arguing political shit or whatever. Rabastan is older and he introduced Sirius to the world of gay sex. See, nothing bad!

Sirius x Greyback

Listen. It's a guilty pleasure. This isn't my fault. If Greyback was just a Chill Guy, I think he'd be similar to some fanon Remus characterizations. I haven't read the books, it seems like they'd interact but to my knowledge, they haven't right? Anyways, Sirius is a sacrifice, an offering, a bride if you will and Greyback is the monster. So you know....

Rosestar

Ignoring the headcanon that they're basically related (by marriage at least), they met at those pure blood parties (definitely not because they're related, mutual friends) and Evan immediately developed a crush on Sirius. Trust me, Regulus heard way too much. It was one sided for a while because Sirius really saw him as just some kid until Evan was actually growing taller.

Because I'm Sirius centric af, here's some more rarepairs that I LOVE but unfortunately do not count because Sirius interacted with them. Kingsley x Sirius, Sirius x Lucius, Sirius x Hagrid, Sirius x Dorcas, Saintstar (does jilypad, lilypad, prongsfoot, snirius count as rarepairs? On that note, wtf is Sirius x Severus x Remus called??)

BartyLily and Roadkill (James x Barty)!!

Separately or even a throuple. I don't think it's possible for them to have interacted in canon? I mean besides like, fighting each other during the war but Barty's identity would be hidden so is it really interaction?

James x Voldy/Tom

Is this a safe place for me to say roadkill fits them better than Barty x James? I know they interacted so they don't count either but pleaseee....I read one fanfic of this ship I think and I was open to it ever since. If it wasn't obvious, it's literal embodiment of the sun x Voldemort. But you know I was thinking...what if James was away and Lily dies (im so sorry Jily, you will be loved) protecting Harry so he comes back to his wife literally dead, Voldemort also dead, his baby crying. Then Harry's life goes on as usual, Voldemort is revived, James rejoins the order. Here, he gets kidnapped along with his son, Voldemort realizes he doesn't actually have to kill Harry so he just...keeps them around, still kidnapped. And then shit gets weirdly domestic because Voldemort has like, no reason to kill them so he's not being antagonistic anymore. So he's like, nice. And then cue James going through a moral dilemma because this is the guy who literally killed his wife. And anyways I'm rambling.

Severus x Regulus

Fanon regulus and canon Severus is basically the same person (regulus is privileged tho) and we all need to admit it. Regulus is a girlboss boyloser and Severus is a boyloser girlboss. Hence why I think they should bone. Spying against Voldemort together?? Essentially carrying the fate of the wizarding world on their backs?? Yeah they should kiss. They've definitely never interacted, Regulus died lol.

Mary x Dorcas

You know Nanami x princess Tiana? (Is that her name, I never watched it) So like, experienced Auror/Cop Dorcas, completely tired and desensitized because she keeps seeing the horrors of war, but she frequents this muggle bakery because the pastries there are quite literally the only thing keeping her humane. Mary the owner of the business is touched, she has a loyal customer that is always complimenting her bakery skills and she loves seeing her food literally bring someone back to life. Maybe at some point Dorcas realizes how cute Mary is or Mary realizes how hot Dorcas is. Also age gap. Dorcas has to be above 30. To my knowledge, they've never interacted right?

Barty x Voldemort

I don't actively ship them but...what can I say, daddy issues is daddy issuing...(It's hilarious)

Moonkiller

A lovely mutual introduced me to Barty x Remus. Their fathers work in the ministry or something so they could be childhood friends and I just fuck with it HEAVY.

Naricssa x Mrs. Zabini

I JUST REMEMBERED. Also introduced to me by the same mutual. This is hot, older, evil women core. I want them to fuck as well. Slight age gap? Or similar ages? They're BOTH cheating on their respective husbands. They say play dates for their kids, I say they're FUCKING. Bonus points if their husbands know about the affair but help keep it under wraps because of their reputation. But also like, they get it. You know what, throuple time, squad time?

Dorcas x Naricssa

I don't even know what this ship is. Naricssa is absolutely cheating on Lucius with her lol. They're both hot, older, strong woman. Dorcas doesn't know Naricssa is married to a death eater, Naricssa doesn't know Dorcas is basically an undercover cop. Will they break up? Will Naricssa help Dorcas? Will Dorcas cover her and her family? Hmm...

Bellatrix x Voldemort x Barty

This was meant to be just Barty x Bellatrix because hot lunatic girlboss x hot lunatic boytoy. But also Barty loves having such a respected, powerful Death Eater's attention and he's hella obedient, freaky both sexually and criminally so Bellatrix is into that. And then I realized both of them are Voldy's most capable henchmen so like, now I want them to share him whenever missions turn out very successfully. As a reward. Is Bellamort evil prongsfoot?

Moonwater/Quillkiller

There's no chance they could interact in canon but is it a rarepair anymore? I don't think I have to explain what's so attractive about this ship. Up to you if you want to count it in or not.

Moonrose

Evan and Remus are insecure little shits, the least coolest in their respective friend groups (in their eyes) I rambled about them a little bit here.

Andromeda stays untouched with Ted, I fear they are way too goated for a canon straight couple. I want all the hot rich ladies to cheat on their hot rich husbands and then those hot rich husbands would be okay with it cause they are submissive like that. I promise you, Lucius, Mr.Zabini and Rodolophus are ok with the cheating.

This took me an entire day because my head is an absolute mess, I'm knocked out from my exams. Sorry anon for the late response!!