#and getting really mean comments on accident because its happened before :/

[softietrait]

this is for my black mutuals/followers.

HAIR HELP, PLEASE <3

i'm gonna open up a bit here.... i'm mixed (my dad is black, mother is white) and i did not grow up around my father or his family, only my mom and hers.(not bio mom though) -- my mom (who raised me, that's my mama!) did her best to make sure to learn how to do my hair through black family friends when i was younger who she'd pay to not only do my hair but teach her and show her how to care for my hair.

despite that, growing up, where i lived did not have all the resources i need to be able to really do my hair in a way that's beneficial for my hair type and thus my knowledge of how to do my OWN hair is kind of... minimal. i'm a bit ashamed to say that. i really want to do more protective styles on my natural hair because i don't want to cut it and want to grow it out. but i still want and need styles that would suit its type and things i can use/do to it and whatnot (if this makes sense. i apologize, i am so bad at explaining myself!)

even now, there's only about 2-3 places that are black-owned that i can go to in my town.... and they only popped up in the past couple of years?? so yes. i do now have the ability to go into town to a supply store at the least to help <3!

i'll put a picture of my hair in its natural state for reference. this took a lot for me to post and it's very personal, but i really need the help and i'm already in my 30s without knowing how to for real PROPERLY care for my hair beyond basics. that's already embarrassing :(

this is what my hair looks like down and in just tiny ponytails. nothing else! ^^ i don't currently have any pictures of when it's wet , i think, though. ALSO i'd really like help on how to style my edges effectively ;n; i've been trying for ages and here they look good in my opinion! but i want better ways to do them <33 thank you guys SOOOO MUCH!!

[stylesispunk]

'The other side of the door'

Not outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader

summary: Joel is giving you the silent treatment until you come back home hurt, and he wasn't there.

w.c: idk.

warnings: angst, miscommunication, mentions of a broken arm, fluff.

a/n: this is me after having an outburst about not writing again. If this flops I will have another one and I'll take a break forever. Reblogs and comments are always appreciated 💌

dividers by: @/saradika-graphics

It was 2 a.m., and you were sobbing on the cold bathroom floor like a little girl, asking for her mother to kiss the tears away. The pain on your now broken arm was unbearable, but the stillness in your heart was worse, enveloped in a shirt that belonged to your brother-in-law instead of your boyfriend because he didn’t pick up the phone after the officers called him.

Instead, Tommy picked you up, rushing to you the moment he saw you by the ambulance with a sling around your left side and a bandage on your forehead.

“Oh my god! Are you okay? Where is Joel?” He said something, touching your face for some sort of answer, but you stopped listening to him after Joel’s name was mentioned.

“I don’t know where Joel is.” You said it monotonously.

Tommy's face paled as he realized the gravity of the situation. "It's going to be alright; we'll find him," he said, though his voice trembled with uncertainty.

“He didn’t pick up the phone,” you said again. “He hasn’t talked to me in a week, Tommy.”

“My brother can be grumpy sometimes; you know him,” he said, trying to find a way to make you smile, but you felt just ashamed.

You didn’t mean to be hit by a car on the on the way home, but everything happened so fast, and your mind was everywhere but focused on the road ahead of you.

“What if I call him?” he offered.

“He turned off the phone after my call,” you said, standing up slowly with the help of the paramedic.

Tommy helped you into the backseat of his truck, making sure you were secure before he slid into the driver’s seat. The drive to your house was quiet, save for your occasional wince of pain and Tommy’s sighs of worry. He kept glancing at you through the rearview mirror, his concern evident.

Once home, Tommy guided you inside, supporting your weight gently. He settled you on the couch and handed you a glass of water. "You need to rest," he said softly. "I’m sure you both will figure this out in the morning."

You nodded weakly, too exhausted to argue. The pain in your arm was a constant reminder of the accident, but the ache in your heart was a dull, persistent throb. You clutched Joel’s shirt tighter around you, its familiar scent providing a small comfort.

“Do you want me to stay here and beat him once he arrives?” He asked jokingly, making you smile for a mere second.

“No, I don’t think that’s necessary,” you said, managing a weak smile despite the situation. “But thank you, Tommy.”

He chuckled softly, sitting down beside you. “I just want to make sure you’re okay. Joel can be stubborn, but he loves you. I’m sure he’ll come around.”

You leaned your head back, closing your eyes for a moment. The exhaustion was overwhelming, but sleep was still a distant hope.

Tommy stayed with you for a little while longer, making sure you were comfortable. He adjusted the pillows around you and tucked the blanket more securely. "You should get some sleep," he said gently. "I'll stay until you do."

You nodded, too tired to argue, but you couldn't shake the feeling of emptiness. You tried to focus on the comforting presence of Tommy, the warmth of Joel's shirt, and the hope that things would be better in the morning.

Eventually, Tommy rose from the couch. "I'm going to head out now. You can call me if you need anything, okay?"

You managed a small nod. "Thanks, Tommy. I really appreciate it."

He gave you a reassuring smile, though the worry never left his eyes. "Get some rest. We’ll figure everything out in the morning." He squeezed your shoulder gently before heading to the door.

You listened to the sound of the door closing and the silence that followed. The house felt impossibly quiet and empty. The weight of the evening pressed down on you, and tears welled up in your eyes again.

There was Joel’s shirt on the couch, and you clutched it tighter with your left arm, breathing in the faint scent of him. The memories of the accident replayed in your mind—the screeching tires, the impact, the confusion. But what hurt the most was Joel’s absence, his phone turned off, and the uncertainty of where he was or why he hadn’t answered.

You stood up, walking upstairs towards your and Joel’s bedroom, but instead of lying on the bed, you walked to the bathroom, closing the door behind you, and slid down, sitting on the floor. Tears began to flow down your cheeks.

Joel wasn't home. Now that you needed him, he was out somewhere, still avoiding you.

You sat on the cold bathroom floor, your back against the door, and let the tears flow freely. The pain in your arm was nothing compared to the ache in your heart. You felt abandoned, hurt, and utterly alone.

As the minutes passed, you lost track of time, consumed by the overwhelming sadness. The sound of your sobs echoed off the tiled walls, and you didn’t hear the faint sound of a key turning in the front door or the footsteps on the stairs.

Joel moved through the house with a growing sense of urgency, the emptiness and silence amplifying his fear. It wasn't until he stepped inside the bedroom that he heard you wiping from the bedroom.

Gently, he opened the door and saw you sitting on the cold floor, clutching to your own arm and sobbing uncontrollably. The sight broke his heart, and he immediately kneeled beside you, his presence startling you from your sorrow.

"What the hell happened?" he asked softly, ignoring your plea. He didn’t understand why you were this hurt when, in the morning, you were perfectly fine.

"Go." You whispered, ashamed of yourself for being hurt and crying.

"Now you want to talk?" you asked, standing up carefully and using the wall for support.

Joel reached out to steady you, his touch gentle but firm. "Please, just tell me what happened," he said, his voice filled with concern.

You took a deep breath, trying to steady your emotions. "I was hit by a car on my way home. It happened so fast, and I was so scared. The officers called you, but you didn't answer. Tommy came instead."

Joel's face paled, his eyes widening with shock and guilt. "I had no idea. My phone died, and I was out of town.”

You could see the sincerity in his eyes, but the hurt and anger you felt couldn’t be ignored. "You haven't talked to me in a week, Joel. I needed you, and you weren't there."

Joel's shoulders slumped, and he looked down, his voice barely above a whisper. "I know. I’ve been a fool, and I’m so sorry. I let my pride get in the way, and I hurt you because of it. Please, let me make it right."

You looked at him, and the regret was evident on his face. It mirrored your own feelings, and slowly, the anger began to melt away, replaced by a longing for things to be better. "I just needed you," you repeated, your voice trembling.

Joel took a step closer, his eyes filled with tears. "I'm here now. I promise, I’ll never let you down again.”

"You didn't seem to care about me for the last week, Joel."

"Lo—"

"Don't you dare call me that now. I'm mad at you," you interrupted, your eyes flashing with anger.

Joel looked stricken, his mouth opening and closing as he searched for the right words. "I know I messed up. I know I've been distant, and I'm so sorry. But please believe me, I do care about you more than anything."

You took a step back, needing space to think and process everything. "If you care so much, why did you ignore me? Why did you shut me out over missing dinner?"

His heart broke at the sight of you, staring away from him with dried tears on your cheeks. He didn't have words left to make this better, nor a way to ask for forgiveness or soothe your heart after breaking it without real intention behind it.

He was angry at you for missing the dinner, and he wanted to get it back at you.

But this? This wasn't what he wanted.

"I can't say how sorry I am," Joel continued, his voice cracking.

"Well, don't say it then," you snapped back.

"Love—"

“No! I'm tired, and everything hurts. My arm is broken, and I feel so humiliated right now. I just want to go to sleep,” you cried out, the words pouring out in a torrent of emotion.

"Okay, let me help you,” he said, reaching out to touch your shoulder, but you stepped back from him.

"No, everything you have done for the past week makes me cry," you said, the weight of your words hanging in the air. "You make me cry," you sobbed into your hand, trying to sweep the tears away.

Lifting your gaze, you looked at Joel, who seemed to be conflicted. His brown eyes, now glassy with unshed tears, almost made you give in.

"Could you please sleep in the guest room tonight?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Joel's face fell, but he nodded slowly, understanding the need for space. "Okay," he said softly. "I'll be in the guest room. If you need anything, anything at all, just call me."

You nodded, too drained to respond further. Joel hesitated for a moment, then turned and left the room, the weight of his footsteps heavy on the floor. As he reached the bedroom, he turned towards you.

“Do you want to know why I was so mad at you for missing that dinner?” He asked, his voice low and filled with a mix of regret and vulnerability.

You looked at him, the exhaustion and pain making it hard to process everything, but you nodded slightly, curious despite yourself.

Joel took a deep breath, his eyes locking onto yours. “It wasn’t just about the dinner. It was because I had planned to ask you to marry me that night.”

The words hung in the air between you, heavy with emotion. You stared at him, the weight of his confession taking a moment to sink in. You felt your heart beating so fast.

“Joel,” you started, your voice trembling. “I had no idea.”

“I know,” he said softly. “And that’s on me. I should have talked to you instead of shutting you out. I’ve been a fool, and I’m so sorry for everything.”

The revelation left you feeling even more conflicted. The pain of the past week, the accident, and now this. You didn’t know how to respond, so you simply nodded, feeling the tears welling up again.

Joel took a step back, giving you space, but not without planting a gentle kiss on your forehead, just next to the bandage. “Goodnight,” he said gently, before turning and walking to the guest room.

After that, you lay down, clutching Joel's pillow tightly against your chest, the familiar scent providing a small comfort amidst the chaos of your emotions. As you closed your eyes, the weight of the day slowly began to lift.

The night dragged on, each minute feeling like an eternity. You tossed and turned in bed, unable to find comfort. The weight of Joel's confession and the emotional turmoil of the past week kept you from sleeping peacefully. The silence of the house was deafening, and the pain in your arm felt almost secondary to the ache in your heart.

Around 3 a.m., unable to bear the loneliness any longer, you decided to go to the guest room. Moving slowly and carefully, you made your way down the hallway, each step mindful of your broken arm. The pain was a constant reminder of the day’s events, but the burning desire to be near Joel overpowered it.

You opened the guest room door quietly, the creak of the hinges making you wince slightly. Joel was lying on the bed, his back turned to you. You carefully slipped into the room, trying not to disturb him too much. The guest bed was slightly too small, but you managed to settle in beside him, positioning yourself so as not to jostle your arm too much.

Joel stirred, his eyes fluttering open. He blinked, his gaze shifting to you. Confusion and surprise crossed his face as he saw you lying next to him. He sat up, pushing himself on one elbow, his brow furrowed in concern.

“What are you doing here?” he asked softly, his voice still heavy with sleep.

You shifted slightly to face him, your voice barely above a whisper. “I couldn’t sleep... I needed to be close to you.”

Joel’s eyes softened, and he reached out carefully, his hand brushing against your cheek. “Are you okay? Does your arm hurt?”

“It hurts,” you admitted, your voice trembling. “But I just needed to be near you, to feel like everything might be okay.”

Joel nodded, understanding the depth of your need. “I’m sorry for everything,” he said again, though his tone was gentler this time. “I know I’ve hurt you, and I’ll do everything I can to make it right. Please, just let me be here for you.”

You reached out and took his hand, feeling curiosity creeping up. “About the proposal,” you began. “Are you planning to ask me soon?”

Joel's eyes softened, and he looked at you with a mixture of hope and vulnerability. “I was planning to ask you that night,” he admitted, his voice low and filled with regret. “But now I don’t feel like I deserve you.”

You searched his face, seeing the sincerity in his eyes.

Joel took a deep breath, his expression serious yet tender. “Now, I want to make sure we’re in a good place before I ask you. I want it to be right, and I don’t want to rush into it just to fix things. But I can’t deny that I’ve been thinking about it a lot.”

You smiled softly in the darkness, your heart swelling with emotion. “I would love for you to ask me now,” you whispered.

Joel chuckled softly, a sound that was warm and comforting in the quiet of the night. “Even with the broken arm?” he asked, his voice light with affection.

You nodded, your smile widening. “Even with the broken arm, I know we have things to work through, but I’d still say yes.”

Joel’s laughter was gentle, filled with relief and affection. “You never cease to amaze me,” he said, brushing a gentle kiss against your forehead. “Alright, then. I promise that when the time is right, I’ll ask you properly. For now, let’s focus on getting better and being here for each other.”

You nestled closer to him, feeling the comfort of his embrace. “I don’t need a fancy proposal in a fancy restaurant, Joel. I just want you,” you said softly.

Joel’s expression softened even more, his hand gently stroking your hair. “And you have me,” he said, his voice filled with sincerity. “No matter what, I’m here for you. We’ll get through this together, and when the time is right, we’ll take the next step together too.”

You let out a small, playful sigh. “Okay, if there isn’t a ring on my breakfast tomorrow, I’ll be mad,” you joked, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

Joel laughed softly, the sound a comforting balm to your troubled heart. “I’ll keep that in mind,” he said, his tone light but warm.

He took a deep breath, his gaze steady and sincere. “So, would you like to marry me?” he asked softly, his eyes searching yours for a response.

The question hung in the air, tender and unexpected. You looked at him, your heart swelling with emotion. The warmth and love you felt in that moment made it clear that you were ready to take that next step.

With a smile that spoke of both relief and joy, you nodded. “Yes, Joel. I would love to marry you.”

Joel’s face lit up with a mixture of happiness and relief. He pulled you into a gentle embrace, his arms wrapping around you with tenderness to avoid hurting your broken arm. “I’m so glad,” he murmured into your hair. “We’ll make it work, I promise.”

You snuggled closer to him, the sense of security and love filling you with a peaceful calm. As you closed your eyes, the laughter and playful banter gave way to a hopeful, contented sleep, wrapped in the warmth of his presence and the promise of a future together.

[gatorbites-imagines]

Can I request John Constantine fic where the reader is a eldritch or an angel that's known the league for a while or they capture them but John knows them.

I'm a literal whore for that man 👹

John Constantine x Angel male reader

Headcanons

Reader’s bit of a black sheep amongst angels, cuz I feel like Constantine would go great with a bit of a rebel.

its honestly taken me too long to realize that lucifer from the show is the same lucifer as in the DC comics.

You had a bit of a past with John Constantine, with you being a bit of a rulebreaker amongst the angels and all. I mean, you still went to visit your brother Lucifer on the regular, even if you had been told not to.

Michael had scolded you more times than you could count, telling you not to pop in and out of hell as you please just because you want too, or to not just teleport to earth willy-nilly when Lucifer relocated there for a while.

It was at Lucifers club that you met Constantine for the first time. You didn’t really speak to him, but you did see how he seemed to truly get on your older brothers’ nerves, so you already liked him for that alone.

After the blonde Brit left, Lucifer would give you the whole spiel about him, complaining about how many times he had sold his soul, and all the trouble his actions caused in hell, and how much paperwork the blonde gave him.

After that you bump into him in other places. You like to party, you like to fight, you like to be a nuisance. And its not like anybody can stop an angel as powerful as yourself if they wanted. They’re lucky you just like to be annoying by nature and that you aren’t actually evil.

It ends up with you getting mixed up in some of the things Constantine get up too, even if its by accident because you were in the wrong place at the wrong time. You always just know that Michael is gonna be on your neck when you get back to heaven after each time, but hanging out with John is worth it.

Hes tried to get you drunk so many times, but it never works no matter what kind of stuff he pulls out of his coat. Being angelic doesn’t really allow you to be weakened by something as small as alcohol. But its fun to see him try anyways.

In the eyes of your siblings, even Lucifer, Constantine is a bad influence, and they’ll scold you for spending so much time with a mortal, especially someone as twisted on the ledgers as Constantine. You just always shrug, flutter your wings, and fly off to do whatever it is you do. Being the youngest has its perks, since it means you get away with quite a lot.

It was also this carefree attitude that got you caught and locked up by the league. They hadn’t dealt with many angels before, so in the beginning they think you are something else. Be It a mutant or a spirit.

You could easily escape if you wanted too. Something as weak as a man-made structure wasn’t gonna hold you, but you had been bored for weeks now, so why not see what happens. You do get pretty annoyed when they talk about you like you cant hear them. They don’t know you can hear them, but still.

Zatanna easily spots that you are of divine descent, but just how far up in the hierarchy you are is a bit lost to her, since they still believe you can be captured by human means. This is why they’re forced to call in Constantine, since hes the only one they know who regularly interacts with an angel.

The Brit has a good laugh when he sees you sitting on the floor in a cell pouting, your wings wrapped around you like a cocoon. At this point you just phase out of the cell to flick Constantine in the temple for laughing at you.

John is the one that has to explain that you could have escaped the entire time if you wanted, you were just a dick that got bored easily. The dick comment makes you huff and smack him with your wing.

After all that is cleared up, the two of you go out to drink like usual. I could imagine the league trying to figure out if you’d be willing to help them when times are tough, but to their dismay you just shrug and give a “if I feel like it”.

Constantine will later explain to them in passing, mainly to roast you, that you are the youngest, which means that you aren’t used to real work and can just do whatever you want, cuz all your older siblings baby you.

His chair disappears from right under him for that comment, so the league takes it with a grain of salt. In the end you help out if there really is no other way, since angels shouldn’t interfere with minor issues.

Most of the time on earth you spend with John though, since he matches your wavelength and isn’t freaked out by the whole angel thing.

[sleep-drunk-kitten]

𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 | 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

pairing: enhypen x fem!reader

genre: crack, fluff, isekai!au, royalty!au

content warnings: slight allusion to suicidal thoughts, swearing, reader is anxious about the possibility of being killed

summary: after dying in a freak accident involving a suspiciously familiar white and blue truck, y/n wakes to find herself in the body of a petty side villain from a romance fantasy novel, doomed to die at the hands of her own fiance.

notes: I'm terrible at summaries but the girlies who get it get it!! This short series is going to be a very lighthearted parody of your typical romance isekai manhwa🤭with all the usual shenanigans and tropes that typically follow! I hope you all enjoy~

I will be making a taglist for this fic, so if you're interested in being added please either drop an ask or let me know in the comments

Everything after the cut IS proofread for once, but please feel free to let me know if any typos slipped through the cracks!

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  “Let's go over this one more time,” you say, pacing back and forth, shivering as your feet press into cold marble.

  “You said that five rehashes ago babe,” your best friend whines, head lolling over the side of your bed, “I think we get the plot, a bunch of Very Hot men all want you dead because you're sexy and you don't get along with their needy pick me girlfriend.”

  “That- well I mean yeah,” you sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose, “but that's not the point, Sun, the point is that we need to figure out how to make sure I, y'know, don't fucking die?!” 

  Sunoo groans, his silky black pyjamas blending into your tangled sheets so they cascade around him in an inky puddle when he slides closer to the floor. “The Princess was a bitch, a mean grumpy little thot, just don't be a hoe, avoid the Hot Men, and you should be fine- yah! What's with the face!-”

  Expression pressed somewhere between exasperation and disgust, you shake your head at him. 

  “You've clearly never read an isekai manhwa, you can’t just run away from the plot, it holds onto you like a clingy stalker ex… sometimes as a clingy stalker ex.”

  “So? Just… stick with plan Don’t Be A Thot?” he pauses for a moment before a shit eating grin spreads across his face, and you preemptively snag a pillow off the loveseat beside you. “It'll be hard to pretend to be something you're not but I'm sure you can do it!” 

  And there it is. 

  With well-practised precision, the embroidered cushion lands squarely in his face. 

  “This is my life on the line here Kim Sunoo! Could you take it seriously for just two seconds?”

  Against your will, your eyes begin to sting with tears, limbs already growing restless in the few moments you've been standing still, fatigue and fear battling under your skin. 

  You hadn't slept peacefully in over three weeks. Your mind refusing to shut down of its own volition since you'd woken up in the room you now paced in, in the body you now paced in. 

  For the first four days, you were insane. 

  Screaming and pleading with a man who claimed to be your father, confused by the sorrow in his eyes and the tenderness in his hands as he prevented you from leaving your room.

  Babbling through tears to the maids who filtered in and out, telling them that the title they were calling you by was not your own.

  Curled into a corner of a closet, trying and failing to steady your breathing as you slowly came to terms with the fact that this was really happening. 

  You'd been truck-kun-ed clean out of the life you'd known. 

  Despair followed. 

  Hopeless, hollow grief when you realised what your name in this particular world might mean. 

  Princess y/n l/n. 

  Spoiled and arrogant daughter of the Duke.

  A side villain of little significance set to die for the sake of the female lead. 

  Set to die.

  You'd laughed when it hit you. The one thing you'd wanted more than anything in your previous life was being handed to you on a silver platter. How fortuitous. 

  It wasn’t until the eighth day, when you'd resigned yourself to your fate, that Sunoo came crashing through the large oak doors that were usually locked to keep you in, raised voices and a stamped of footsteps following behind him. 

  “SHE'S MY FRIEND I CAN SEE HER WHENEVER THE HELL I WANT,” he’d shouted. 

  Slamming your doors shut as he turned to face you. 

  He was the one who'd been running, face flushed, chest rising and falling rapidly. But it felt like you were the one catching your breath, heart pounding in your ears. 

  “Sunoo?...” his name was barely a whisper on your lips.

  “(y/n),” relief flooded his features, “you're here.”

  He stumbled towards you, pulling you into his chest, body shaking as he held you so tight you could barely breathe. 

  “You're here you're here you're here-” he babbled, tears soaking through your clothes. 

  It took a long time to console him, and longer still for you to believe that he was there, puffy face squished between your shaking hands. 

  You remembered he'd been walking with you when the accident happened, his smiling face frozen in time when the headlights rushed closer. But you'd thought he survived. You didn't imagine for a second that he'd somehow landed in the same world as you. 

  That he'd be just as annoying in this world as he was in the last.

  “Okay okay, I'm sorry,” he says in the present, standing and dragging your blankets with him, “I was trying to lighten things up, you've been stressing about this too much, I’m worried.”

  And when he waddles next to you and wraps you in a hug, you know you wouldn't trade his annoying ass for anything. Sunoo was the reason you were trying to find a way to survive this in the first place. Without him, you knew you would've probably gone with the flow of the story, allowing the gallows to take you. 

  “I'm not stressing.”

  “Sweetie, you have a whole conspiracy theory board pinned into what I think is a very valuable painting of your grandfather.”

  “Touchè.”

  You both turn to look at said board, a mess of string and poorly sketched portraits pinned to a painting of a grumpy looking old man on a white horse. “Remind me again who's who, I think I have the gay prince mixed up with the emo soldier boy.”

  You smile, rolling your eyes, knowing full well he has no trouble remembering the character’s you’d told him about at least a dozen times. 

  “This one,” you say, pointing to an angular stick figure with a crown surrounded by sparkles, “is the crown prince who I'm engaged to because of fuckin’ course.”

  Sunoo nods, “Of fuckin’ course.”

  “The buff one is the knight I hire to kidnap the female lead when I think his royal highness has a thing for her, except knightey over here has a conscience and thinks the female lead is too pure and sweet to kidnap or whatever and ends up vowing to protect her or something.”

  “You'd think someone with a conscience would have the decency to do a job if they had the audacity to take money for it, I mean he had no issue kidnapping a chick before he had the hots for her, that's kinda gross.”

  “When you put it like that… anyway, the last two are a priest who wants her for her divine powers blah blah blah and the crown prince's illegitimate little brother.”

  “His brother?” 

  “Yeaaa…”

  “There’s other fish in the sea my man…” he says, giving the second crowned stick figure a sympathetic little pat. “So of the lot, who's the biggest threat?”

  “My fiance…”

  “No matter what we decide to do, you gotta dump the guy right?”

  “Yes,” you say, confidence creeping into your voice. “There are a lot of variables, I've read enough of these things to know that 90% of the time they get kinda weird about their fiances when they dump them, but it's gotta be done.” 

  “Then we start there, the rest of this nonsense can't be figured out till it happens.”

  He waves a hand at the other coloured threads linking squares of paper with possible outcomes and scenarios scribbled over them.

  “That's true…” you breathe, brows furrowed, eyes darting across the board.

  Sunoo’s lips curl into a slight pout when he sees you slipping back into the agitated state he’d been trying to coax you out of for the past fortnight. If he were being completely honest with you, he doesn’t believe in all this isekai nonsense, sure that if you simply avoid the plot you could easily live out your lives as a wealthy nobles without much trouble, but he knows that there isn’t much point in arguing with you. No, the best way to look out for you would be to support you as he’d always done, to have your back in this world the same way he had in the last, even if he thought you were being ridiculous.  

With a sigh, Sunoo presses a thumb into the crease between your eyes, distracting you from the painting of your grandfather, holding back a smile at the way your nose scrunches in annoyance.

  “Stop worrying,” he says, smoothing over the spot a few times before planting a kiss on your forehead, “whatever happens, we'll handle it together, okay?”

  “...Okay,” you breathe, resting your forehead on his shoulder.

  He presses a kiss to the top of your head, arms encircling your waist, the warm pressure of his presence surrounding you comforting. The one constant that had followed you into this life. “Plus, we’re early, aren’t we? The plot of your novel doesn’t start for…”

  “Another year,” you sigh, “It all starts in their second year at the royal academy, when the female lead shows up as a transfer from the land they were at war with till a while ago… a show of peace or something once it’s all over.” 

  “We have time… you’ll be just fine babe, he says. “Plus, you keep worrying about them killing you, but don't they always end up falling in love with the dimension yeeted villainess in those comics?”

  You scoff, pulling away. “I highly doubt that's possible Sunoo, I'm not the main villainess, I'm just a random side character.”

  “A gorgeous, quick witted, adorable little random side character with an amazing sense of humour and such a big brain that she chooses to use for the dumbest things-”

  “Sunoo!” you laugh, plucking another cushion off your couch to throw at him. 

  There was absolutely no way.

  …

  Right?

[awkwardauthorwrites]

Violets and Verbena

Word Count: 3k

Themes: fluff

Summary: Two years have passed since the events in Hogwarts Legacy, in which Y/N has drifted away from Sebastian. What happens when she has to spend some time in the hospital wing and he comes to visit?

Warnings: Potential spoilers for HL

Noreen Blainey, hospital matron at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, stood in front of the two witches, holding the curtain partition open slightly and blocking the view of the hospital cot and its owner.

“Someone’s here to see me?” Y/N shared a confused look with Poppy, who sat next to her bedside. “Do you know who it might be?”

“Natty and Garreth both have Charms right now,” she shook her head in confusion. “Maybe it's Amit or Adelaide?”

“I’ll see them,” Y/N agreed, still sounding uncertain. Nurse Blainey nodded once and left, the curtain fluttering closed behind her once more. “I wonder who it could be.”

“Maybe it’s Imelda, come to apologise for knocking you off your broom,” Poppy suggested. Y/N let out a quiet laugh and shook her head. 

“You know it was an accident, and she’s already apologised more than enough.”

“Chocolates make for a good apology.”

“I don’t come bearing sweets, but I could come back with some, if you want?” a deep, masculine voice came from the other end of the partition, before Sebastian stepped into view. He fiddled with his robes nervously and gave them both a small smile. “Hi, Y/N…Poppy.”

“Sebastian?” Y/N’s eyebrows shot up slightly in surprise. After everything that had happened in their fifth year Y/N and Sebastian had drifted and stopped talking to one another, with the exception of the occasional hello as they passed each other in the halls. She still spoke to Ominis at times, but they didn’t spend as much time together as they used to. She knew he missed the man that stood in front of her, but wasn’t sure how to approach him after the death of Solomon Sallow. “You know you needn’t bring anything,” she shook her head with a small smile and gestured to the seat next to Poppy. “Come and sit.”

“So there was no need for me to stop and steal these from the gardens?” He produced a small bouquet of wildflowers from behind his back, and Y/N picked out some violets and different colours of verbena clusters among the bunch that would definitely get him into trouble with Mr Moon. Poppy jumped up to get a vase for them, shooting a look at Y/N behind Sebastian’s back as she went.

“These are beautiful, Sebastian. Thank you,” Y/N reached over to squeeze his hand in gratitude as Poppy returned and set them by her bedside. “Are these forget-me-nots? A happy coincidence, or…?” Y/N trailed off slowly and picked out the different flowers she could see. 

“You told me they were your favourite once, I hoped they would help cheer you up.”

“How thoughtful of you Sebastian,” Poppy commented lightly. She turned the vase slowly as she took note of the flowers scattered within the bouquet. “Did you know one of the meanings for verbena is protection and healing?” Poppy touched the petals, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she looked over at Sebastian. “Amongst other things.” A faint pink dusted his cheeks and he rubbed the back of his neck.

“Yes, well. The quicker Y/N gets back on her feet, the quicker she can get to doing better than me in almost every class,” he played it off with a nervous chuckle and avoided Y/N’s gaze. “It's getting a little boring being on top.”

“It’s been three lessons,” Y/N laughed quietly and turned to look back at him. “I didn’t think you would miss me so much, Sallow.” Sebastian didn’t have a response to this, and went silent. Y/N couldn’t read the look on his face; another testament to how long it had been since they really spoke. Ominis once joked she was a Legilimens, because she could practically read Sebastian’s mind and predict what he was going to say before he actually said it.

“Is that the time?” Poppy jumped up from her seat and grabbed her bag. “I’m going to be late for Potions, Professor Sharp is not going to care that I was on the opposite end of the castle.” She dug into her bag and pulled out a herbology book before handing it to Y/N. “Here’s the book I said I would lend you, you’ll find what you need in chapter seven.” With a quick wave at a confused Y/N and a still-quiet Sebastian, Poppy turned and left.

Y/N took a moment to study Sebastian, who didn’t seem to be in a rush to get to class. He had always been attractive, that much Y/N would admit to herself only, but he had really grown up in the past two years. The last of the baby fat had disappeared from his cheeks, and his jawline had become far more pronounced. His muscles had filled out as well. He had once mentioned to her, shortly after the death of his uncle and Anne had left Feldcroft, that he had taken to fixing up the house and garden there, and she couldn’t help but appreciate how he looked.

“You’re staring,” he murmured, breaking Y/N out of her train of thought. She felt her cheeks heat up and looked away from him as if he could read her thoughts plainly on her face. 

“Don’t you have class to get to?”

“Not one I care to attend,” he moved to the chair closer to her, the one Poppy had been occupying and leant back to stretch. “Not without you, anyway.” He shot her a cheeky grin and crossed his arms across his chest. 

“I didn’t realise you would miss me so much,” Y/N let out a quiet chuckle to mask the strange feeling in her chest. This was the Sebastian she remembered, the one who made her constantly question if he was flirting or not. “It’s not even been a day.”

“It’s been longer than that, Y/N,” he said seriously. “Far too long.”

“Sebastian, I’m so - ”

“You better not be about to apologise to me,” he shook his head with a dry laugh. “Not after everything I put you through.”

“You didn’t - ”

“I crucio’d you,” he interrupted once more, near hissing the word out as he leant forward. Y/N sucked in a breath at the sudden reminder of the excruciating pain. “Not to mention the path I started to lead you down. My uncle…” he trailed off, his eyes going glassy. “I didn’t - and still don’t - deserve your kindness. Anyone else would have reported me and let them send me to Azkaban.”

“Sebastian…” Y/N reached forward hesitantly and took his hands in hers. “I forgive you. I forgave you before you even raised your wand. I told you to cast the spell on me.”

“You have to mean it to cast an unforgivable, Y/N. It wouldn’t have worked - I wouldn’t have been able to hurt you if I didn’t mean it.”

“If you hadn’t we would have been dead a long time ago. You, me and Ominis. You did what you had to in order to get us out.”

“How can you still defend me after everything that I’ve done?” his grip tightened before he let go and leant back in his seat once more. “I came here to make sure you were alright and here you are, making sure I’m alright.” He let out another humourless chuckle and looked at the cards and chocolates by the bedside. “Looks like our whole house has stopped by to see you.”

“Sebastian…” Y/N trailed off, unsure what to say to him. His sudden change in topic signalled he didn’t wish to continue the previous conversation, but she couldn’t let him keep blaming himself for everything that happened.  

“Has Imelda stopped by?” He continued as if she hadn’t spoken and plucked one of the cards from the table. 

“Between you and Poppy you would think Imelda tried to actively kill me,” Y/N rolled her eyes and settled back against her pillows. “It was an accident, and she did stop by. The hamper is from her.” She gestured to the largest present on the table, a giant basket from Honeydukes. 

“Maybe I should let Reyes knock me off my broom, if that’s how she says sorry,” Sebastian let out a low whistle and picked up another card. “Is this from Ominis?” his eyebrows shot up in surprise. “I didn’t realise you two still spoke.”

“Not as often as I’d like, but we chat occasionally when paired together in class.” She watched as he read the message on the card and cocked her head to the side slightly. “Have…have you spoken to him recently?”

“No. Not in a way that matters, anyway.” He sighed and placed the card back down. “I wouldn’t know what to say to him.”

“I find hello is always a good place to start,” Y/N offered. Sebastian laughed, a real laugh and leant forward once more so his elbows rested on his knees. “He misses you, you know.”

“I know. I miss him too. I miss you both. But like I said, I didn’t know how to approach you both.”

“All it took was me falling fifty feet to get us here,” she remarked dryly. “I missed you too. More than I realised.”

“More than you realised, eh?” he raised a single eyebrow and there was a coy smile playing on his lips. “Old feelings resurfacing?” he teased. Y/N’s jaw fell open and her face flamed.

“What? No,” she spluttered. “I never - I don’t - did Ominis say something?”

“No…but you did. Just now,” he grinned widely and took in her red face. “Did you used to have feelings for me, Y/L/N?”

“Shut up, Sallow,” she muttered, feeling utterly embarrassed. “You can go now.”

“No, don’t,” he laughed quietly and reached out to squeeze her hand gently. “Believe it or not, I used to have feelings for you too.”

“No you didn’t,” Y/N scoffed and pulled her hand out of his. Her heart leapt at the confession, even though she refused to believe he wasn’t just saying that to make her feel better.

“Yes I did. I thought I was so obvious about it. Ominis used to joke about how he was glad he couldn’t see because he didn’t have to watch me pine after you.”

“You’re not serious.”

“Y/N,” he sighed, but there was still a small smile on his face. “You’re hopeless. Give me that book Poppy passed you.”

“What?”

“The herbology book. I recognised it immediately. Turn to chapter seven like she said.” He set the book between them and let her flip through until she reached the right page. The chapter was titled Flowers and their meanings. “Do you recognise any of them?” he nodded towards the bouquet he had given her earlier as she pulled the book closer. 

“Some. The Forget-Me-Nots, verbena, dwarf sunflowers…” Y/N trailed off as she made her way down the page in front of her, reading the meanings behind the flowers he had picked for her.

“Now, I will admit, the forget-me-nots were because they are your favourite, but that doesn’t mean I respect you any less,” he leant forward, face tinged pink as he read respect and true love next to a picture of the small blue flowers. 

“I didn’t think…I thought you had just given me whatever you could grab from the gardens.”

“You didn't think I would put effort into something I gave you?” He gave her a teasing smile and watched as she found verbena on the list. Admiration and respect next to an image of the red clusters that sat in the vase next to them. 

“I’m sensing a recurring theme here.” That strange feeling had returned to Y/N’s chest in full force, the one she thought had disappeared with time and distance. Dwarf sunflowers, adoration & admiration. “Sebastian…” She looked up at him, catching sight of a flicker of emotions across his face. “Are these…do you still…?” Y/N wasn’t sure how to finish the question. 

“Do I still…?” he repeated quietly. His fingers brushed against the back of her hand gently and Y/N felt her heart stutter in her chest. “Have feelings for you? Yes.” He admitted, finally catching her gaze. “Unless you don’t think you could feel the same after everything that happened. Then no.” He added quickly. Y/N let out a breathless laugh, one that seemed to relax him. “I thought they went away some time last year, but when I heard you fell today…” he stopped and grimaced. “I felt like my own heart had stopped inside my chest. I couldn’t breathe until I heard from Poppy that you were okay.”

“Poppy?”

“It seems everyone knows how I felt - feel - about you. Except for you of course,” he paused to laugh and shake his head. “I thought you were meant to be smart.”

“When did you…how long?” To say Y/N was surprised was an understatement. She never would have thought Sebastian saw her as more than just a friend. To find out he returned her feelings from before - that he still felt the same - had left her speechless.

“I’m assuming you’re oh-so-eloquently asking when I first started to have feelings for you?” his eyes sparkled with more life than Y/N had seen in a long time, and she felt her heart swell for him. “I’ll only answer if you do as well and if you go first. I can’t keep putting my heart on the line without knowing anything in return.” His fingers brushed her hand again, a little more firmly as he gained confidence. 

“That night in the library. When you took the fall for me.” Y/N watched as he gave her a surprised look. 

“That soon?”

“You didn’t know me,” she defended her decision. “You had no need to get yourself into trouble and lie for me like that. I didn’t realise it until later, but that was the catalyst.” He mulled over her words for a few moments before standing and sitting on the bed, turning so he could face her.

“If I’m being fully honest, from the moment you walked in late to your own sorting I was intrigued. I needed to get to know you.”

“Is that why you were so snappy the first night in the common room when I introduced myself?”

“Not my finest moment, I’m sure we can agree,” he looked abashed. “I feel it's safe to assume I made up for it, though?” He watched as she nodded in agreement, a breathtaking smile coming over his face. “Looking back I started to fall for you when you beat me in our first duel in class. I didn't realise until later though, like you.”

“What do you think would have happened if we told each other back then?”

“Honestly, I don’t think it would have ended well. I think I needed to do some growing to become worthy of you.”

“You were always worthy,” Y/N took his hand in hers again and laced their fingers together. Her heart jumped as he squeezed her hand affectionately. “We both needed to do some growing, I think.”

“You still haven’t answered the most important question.”

“What’s that?”

“Are old feelings resurfacing? Can you get past everything I’ve done?”

“Sebastian,” Y/N used her free hand to gently cup his face, her thumb running over his cheekbone. “I already told you, I forgave you a long time ago.”

“That doesn’t answer my question, Y/L/N. If it's alright with you, I would love nothing more than to kiss you right now, but I won’t unless I know you feel the same.” He turned his head to kiss the palm of her hand and leant towards her slightly. “And if you consent, of course.” His eyes darted to her lips briefly before locking back with hers. Y/N felt her heart stutter in her chest as her hand slipped from his face to rest on the back of his neck. It wasn’t even a question she needed to think about. She thought her feelings for the man in front of her had disappeared, but if her thundering pulse was any indication, they had just lay dormant until now. 

“It's okay with me,” she said quietly. He muttered a quick thank Merlin under his breath and let go of her hand to reach up and cup her face in his hand. He closed the gap between them slowly, giving her more than enough time to pull away if she wanted to, and paused right before his lips met hers. She looked into his eyes and saw he was already staring at her, a small smile playing on his features. “What?” 

“Nothing,” he shook his head gently, his nose bumping hers. “I just…I adore you,” he said quietly, before leaning in and pressing his lips to hers gently. Y/N felt her heart leap out of her chest and wound her hand into the hair at the back of his head as he kissed her sweetly. He was right earlier, she realised, when he said they wouldn’t have lasted had they started seeing each other in their fifth year. They both had to go through some much needed growing. It hadn’t been their time back then, and as he pulled away from their kiss, Y/N could only hope that now was. 

[in1-nutshell]

Does Moon Streacker still not realize she’s an outlier, how does the realization of powers even go

Short answer: No, she didn't realized she 'flamed out'. The realization was... messy.

Hope you enjoy!

Moonstreaker realizing she is an outlier

SFW, Platonic, Hinted Romance, Familial, Cybertronian reader

MTMTE

Moonstreaker didn’t know what happened after she had been taken hostage.

According to Rodimus, the ship had exploded, and she was the only one to make it out alive.

Truthfully, the only thing she remembered was the utter rage she was feeling when the space pirates had threatened the crew.

At Swerve’s… Moonstreaker was nursing a small cube of engex with a concentrated look on her face. Swerve cleaning an empty cube. Swerve: “What did the cube do? Did it say something offensive?” Moonstreaker breaks her trance with the engex. Moonstreaker: “Sorry, just thinking…” Swerve puts the cube down. Swerve: “I got two free audials. You wanna unload those thoughts?” Moonstreaker smiles tiredly at the minibot. Moonstreaker: “Thanks but I’ll be fine.” Moonstreaker moved to leave but stopped when a smaller servo grabbed her’s. She looked back to see Swerve grabbing her servo with a concern look on his face. Swerve: “I mean it Moonie. If there’s anything you wanna get off your chassis, I’m here for ya. Heck, you got a pretty amount of friends that care. Just… just you know…” Whirl: “Did you finally confess yet?” Moonstreaker and Swerve immediately let go of each other’s servos at Whirl’s comment. She straightens up a bit before coughing slightly. Moonstreaker: “I think Rodimus just pinged. I’ll be on my way.” Moonstreaker walks quickly out of the bar feeling like her entire faceplate on fire. Swerve just sighs picking up her now empty cube and cleaning it. Whirl: “…So… no confession?”

Swerve wasn’t the only one to notice Moonstreaker’s odd habits after the explosion.

In their own ways, they did try to reach out to her.

Rung offered to talk to her, whether it be as friends or to schedule an appointment.

Ratchet told her to talk to Rung or him if she wasn’t comfortable in talking to anyone else.

Magnus and Megatron offered to help with her workload.

Whirl offered a day in the shooting range and then hit the bar.

Rodimus… well Rodimus still hadn’t left much time separating them.

Her younger brother was slowly becoming her shadow.

She knew this was because of what happened with the explosion… and she really couldn’t be mad at him.

If the situation were the other way around, Rodimus would be seeing her every minute of the day.

Screw the responsibilities, she was going to protect her brother even harder!

It did however get annoying after a while.

Soon enough Moonstreaker was actively avoiding Rodimus.

Rodimus walking up to Magnus. Rodimus: “Hey Mags—” Magnus: “Don’t call me that.” Rodimus: “Have you seen Moonstreaker around?” Magnus: "You should be more worried about those late reports on your desk than finding your sister.” Rodimus: “But I don’t know where she is. What if she needs me?” Magnus: “With all due respect Rodimus, Moonstreaker is more than capable of handling herself. I should know being her commander for most of the war.” Rodimus: “Still! You know what I’ll go ask someone else.” Magnus: “Remember the reports!” Rodimus walking away: “Yeah got it.” Magnus sighs once Rodimus was out of earshot. Magnus: “He’s gone now.” Moonstreaker carefully climbs down from Ultra Magnus’s back. Moonstreaker: “Thank you. I know that must have been uncomfortable and highly unprofessional but thank you.” Magnus: “I’m actually used to it. Rodimus has done the same thing to get away from Megatron.” Moonstreaker chuckles a bit at her brother’s antics. Magnus: “He has been a bit…” Moonstreaker: “Clingy?” Magnus: “Yes since your accident… are you—” Moonstreaker: “I’m doing fine Magnus, its… I don’t know how to answer it. If I had the answer I would have gone to Rung a while ago.” Magnus: “Why don’t you go to Rung?” Moonstreaker: “I… I don’t know to be honest with you Mags—I mean Magnus!” Magnus looks around. Magnus: “You have permission to calm me that…” Moonstreaker stares wide optic. Magnus: “…if you see Rung.” Moonstreaker chuckles a bit before walking away. Moonstreaker: “I’ll sleep on that.”

Finally, after a while of feeling out of the loop, Moonstreaker decided to go visit Rung.

Maybe he would give her some tips on how to get out of… whatever this was.

It was 5 minutes into the session when the alarms broke out again.

Primus… WHAT WAS IT WITH PIRATES AND TARGETTING THIS SHIP!?

It would later be known that the pirate captain was the brother of the other captain and wanted revenge.

Moonstreaker was immediately called up to help the others in defending the ship.

She never made it to the bridge.

All because of a rogue alien sneaking into the bar.

Moonstreaker had her blasters ready barging down the bar’s doors.

The alien had Swerve pinned down.

Talons slightly denting his armor.

Moonstreaker aiming her blasters at the alien. Moonstreaker: “Let the minibot go.” The alien snarled at her. Swerve: “I’d do what she says, she has a reputation on firing at aliens that have her crewmate as hostage.” The alien hisses and tighten his grip on Swerve. Swerve winces feeling some dents becoming deeper. A bit of energon leaks to the dirty floor. Moonstreaker taking another step forward, optics almost looked like they were on fire. Moonstreaker: “LET. HIM. GO!” The alien suddenly flings Swerve across the room and lunges at her. Swerve looked in horror at the alien’s talon sinking into Moonstreaker’s armor. Swerve: “MOONSTREAKER!” FWOOSH! Plumes of blue flames suddenly engulfed Moonstreaker and the alien. The alien screamed, immediately let go of her armor and tried to flee. Moonstreaker grabbing one of the alien’s appendages: “I don’t think so.”

She wasted no time in punching and stomping it into submission.

Swerve was still shocked seeing her lit up, literally.

Her optics were filled with fury and anger.

Swerve hesitantly called out for her.

The sound of the minibot’s voice made Moonstreaker stop.

A few seconds later the flames died down.

She looked in horror at her shaking servos and at the smoldering alien remains.

Moonstreaker falls to her knees with one servo covering up her mouth. Swerve walking slowly to her. Swerve: “Moonstreaker?” Moonstreaker suddenly remembers Swerve was in the room. She tries to stand back up, but her pedes feel heavy. The only things she could do was crawl back to a corner in the bar, shaking. Moonstreaker: “Stay back!” Swerve’s spark breaks a bit hearing the crack in her voice. Swerve continues to walk to her. Moonstreaker tries to make herself as small as possible. Moonstreaker: “Swerve please! I don’t want to hurt you! Please just go!” Swerve was now in front of a shaking Moonstreaker. Swerve: “See? No harm done… you sure know how to light up a room that’s for sure.” Moonstreaker rapidly blinks her optics from the incoming tears. Moonstreaker: “I didn’t—I didn’t know—how did this even—wait! You’re hurt!” Her servos gently ghost the small gash on his chassis leaking a bit of energon. Swerve gently holds her warm servo grabbing her attention. She nearly withdrawals it, but Swerve firmly holds it. Swerve: “Woah, woah, woah. Let’s just handle things one at a time Moonie. First, I’m fine. A bit dinged up but fine. I’m worried about you! You busted into flames! Literally!” Moonstreaker looks down ashamed. Swerve: “Which isn’t a bad thing! Just surprised! I take it you didn’t know though. We’ll get through this, okay? We are going to look back on this day and have a good laugh and--” Moonstreaker: “Swerve? Can I ask you for something?” Swerve: “Anything.” Moonstreaker chocking a sob: “Can-can you just hold me?” Swerve wastes no time in bringing Moonstreaker into his arms. Moonstreaker racked up a sob on his chassis. Swerve did his best to keep everything under control, but even he couldn’t let a few tears out. Swerve gently rubbing small circles on her back and helm. Swerve: “Its okay Moonie. Let it all out. I gotcha… I gotcha…”

[oathkeeper-of-tarth]

Pictures taken seconds before disaster.

You might have received alerts about this mod updating a bunch over the past few days, after me saying I was done with it, in true aylin_origin_final_final(2)final.pak spirit. Well, now I am done with it, unless someone finds some glaring issues.

You might also notice the little icon pop up that says the mod uses Osiris scripting - that's because I now run a little start-of-game script to handle Aylin's tags and some general setup, so she gets tagged as an aasimar in dialogues no matter what race you pick to play as stat-wise, and also to remove the "Baldurian" tag from her, because it just didn't make sense for her to have it. She also, like all origins, now has her own unique "Aylin"/"Really Aylin" tag. This doesn't do much. For now.

Note, since I've seen some confusion about this: there is no new dialogue or reactivity added to the game with this mod. It's all stuff that was already there. Aasimar are simply considered to fall under the "rare races" tag group, which means you'll get a bunch of these "oh, we don't see your kind around here much!" reactions and responses. You'd get the same ones if you were, say, a dragonborn or githyanki. I also don't have the power to change the game's fundamental storyline - this is mostly a cosmetic mod. I say this primarily because of the lovely person who commented to ask me what would happen when they arrived in Act 2 and if playing as Aylin meant the "real one" wasn't imprisoned anymore, which genuinely made my day but also made me vaguely sad.

Alas, no, it will all happen as it always has, no matter my personal willingness to fistfight Balthazar and Ketheric in a parking lot for that face up there. You'll just have two Aylins on screen during some segments which, yeah, is kind of immersion-breaking, but is also honestly a win in my books.

Also redone: her starting equipment! Again, since other origin characters have their own personalised sets, I thought it fitting to have Aylin start with the Vengeance Paladin equipment, except the warhammer is replaced with a greatsword. She also gets a bag with her iconic armour safely stowed away (primarily so that the helmet doesn't interfere with customising her hair in the character creator). It's got the stats of basic plate and no special abilities - it's mostly there for cosmetic purposes.

I also thought she should have a little souvenir.

Wings Unlocked over on mod.io is a nice and simple and noninvasive way I've found to have wings you can turn on and off, aasimar style. This is accomplished by making them an item and equipping them in the underwear slot. You know, truly putting the ass in aasimar.

As a final little starting inventory tidbit, I decided there wasn't enough gay yearning in the game, so I made sure to sprinkle some more in there - while also figuring out the letters/books system. This is something that's probably way too wordy to actually be an in-game text, but I saw a chance to have a bit of fun and I took it.

Full text under the cut.

[Worn Letter]

[A carefully creased and pressed bit of fine stationery, yellowed with age. It appears to have survived much, with parts of it stained and worn beyond legibility despite its owner's clear efforts to preserve it.]

My dearest angel, The days and nights without you at my side have been long, though I try to fill them as best as I can. While I shudder to think what dangers you wade through and what sinister plots you leave crushed in your wake, the thought of you taking the time to write in the midst of it all fills me with warmth beyond compare. We are all as well as can be. Father is as he always is, and I admit to an increasing desire to inform him of our plans to leave for our pilgrimage. But I'm getting ahead of myself; those are words best spoken in person. You asked for tidings - I cannot hope to match your poetic turn of phrase, but I'll relay what sleepy little Reithwin has been up to in your absence. There was an accident with a snapped pulley while some of old master Morfred's men were lifting marble blocks for carving. Miraculously, though I was called to assist at the House of Healing immediately, there were no injuries save for scuffs and bruises. The masons are back on their feet, fretting over ruined scaffolding and delayed statuary work. I took the liberty of trying to reassure them that the Moonmaiden won't mind too badly. In more pleasant news, we found a loving home for the last pup from Squire's litter, so both of you can rest easy at last. She and the potter's children took a shine to each other so quickly, it was a true joy to behold. I'd wager you'll spot them frolicking around when you fly over the riverside fields on your way back. I picture the looks on your beloved, handsome face as I regale you - always so wonderfully expressive! - as we sit huddled together before my fireplace at day's end. Selûne willing, I will have you back in my arms soon. I gaze up at her every night as I await your return, knowing you must be looking upon her yourself, and I pray she keeps you safe in her light. Though your duties to Our Lady send you questing far and wide, I know, as surely as the tides turn and the moon cycles through her path in the sky, she will always guide you back to me, and me to you. Until then, I do the one thing I can, and pour onto this paper whatever feeling these poor words can hold. I love you. I lov--

[adrealucia]

hi guys I am so sorry for not posting much lately, but I just have to let you know that I am mentally and physically struggling a lot in the last few weeks. I came here to tell at least someone about what is going on in my life. mentally I am already not the most stable person, but I am going to therapy and even though I feel fine some days, most days I don't. a few months ago I had to take a huge break from Tumblr, because of my mental health and when it got worse I came back here again... yea confusing idek. Anyway, I am 20 years old and I live in Germany, where it is pretty standard to be working at this age and let's say be fully standing on your own two feet. I don't. I haven't been going to school or work in almost 3 years I think, because of a major accident I had back in 2021. Before this accident happened (which I still haven't fully recovered from, but mostly mentally I think) I used to work, even though I was partying and living my life. nowadays i don't go out a lot and if i do its very exhausting for me. my anxiety has never been higher and even thinking about finding a job makes me cry. I applied for a school, because i would much rather go to school and educate myself a little more than to be working. i got declined a few days ago, which now means i need to find myself some work. I don't know why it is so hard for me to make the first step, i don't know why i cannot just go and get a job. my mental health and my panic attacks just make it really hard for me. so even though i love writing and reading stories I just came here to tell you guys that i am very sorry for not posting much (even though i know you will probably be fine without my writing haha) but still, i see how many of you guys enjoy my writing and i am just so sad that i cannot bring myself to post as often as i used to. my dream is it that one day in the future i can become a writer or someone who openly (let it be on youtube or tiktok idk) talks about their love for books. I am trying to chase my dreams even though most of them are not very realistic and i know how much mental health can hold you back. I am mad, not at myself, but at the things and people that made me so anxious. i am working on myself and I am trying my very best to become the person who will achieve all of their dreams. so I just came on here to tell you that I see all of your requests and comments, but I might not have the strength to answer all of them if any of them at the moment. i hope you understand :) <3 still, I love every single one of you who supports my little stories!

[racoonpookiedepartment]

My “Kinktober” day 3

Chris’s Accident (hands + uniform)

Chris Redfield was a soldier working for the BSAA, while he was an extremely strong soldier, he was also very angry almost all the time.

it was easy for him to quickly get frustrated, you were his assigned (Male) nurse and you saw him in every emotion there was

You've seen him when he was upset, when he was angry, when he was sad, when he was confused and mostly when he was in heat, you'd always know because of the puppy eyes he'd give you at certain positions

Besides that he would always make sly flirty comments about how he loved seeing you in your uniform and whenever you had to be handsy, he always complimented your hands. He would go on and on about how soft they were and how much he liked when you touched him.

Chris was very simple, for almost any problem he had, he would vent to you about things that upset him and even when he was angry. It was just being close friends with him. but to him it meant much more, you didn't realize it until you started to see how he was reacting recently.

he started to come in for the smallest of injuries, even coming just for "check up" you got the feeling that he did it on purpose because he knew you'd have to touch him all over to find his “injury”

he came in again for a small injury and you knew you were about to get a wild story from how he walked in, his face was already red with anger. He came into the room and closed the door behind him. You listened to him rant and you patch up some scrape he got, and after he was done you asked if he had anything else that needed to be checked. He had a bad fall and wanted you to check his thigh for a bruise.

as he stood up and you kneeled to unbuckled his pants, you glanced upwards and Chris looked away with red cheeks. you pulled down his pants and even as he was soft there was a large bulge in his boxers, you had to stay professional so you didn't comment on it

"ok this might sting" you warn, you gently rub up and down his left leg, he had no reaction. you switch over to the right side and he grunts when your hand passes over his right thigh

"fuck, be gentle would you?" he suggested,

"i did tell you it might sting" you reply, you grab some solution and take some of it into your hand

"this will be cold, but you'll feel better ok?" you warn, chris nods

"Just go slow ok?" he asks, you nod in agreement and slowly rub the sore spot on his thigh, you expected him to curse and maybe even grip onto something but, he reacted much differently. he grunted, but not the pain kind, the gratifying kind

"dont stop.. fuck" he muttered under his breath

"Feeling better already?" you ask sarcastically

"much...better" he replied breathily, you couldn't not notice but he was getting hard, you were inches away from his crotch afterall. he looked down when he noticed that you noticed his boner, he quickly put his hands over it and turned out of embarrassment

"s- sorry, i didn't mean to do that" he muttered

"its fine, not the first time that's happened" you reassured, he turned back when you said that though

"Wait really? who?" he asked, you didn't expect him to get possesive about that

"well, half the people that come through here" you reply, chris turned back around

"so.. you don't mind?" he asks

"not at all" you state, you realized you were still on your knees and changed your position

"can i ask you something then?" he questioned

"Sure, what is it?" you reply, you got seated in your chair and chris on the examining bed. a few seconds passed before he spoke again, he twiddled his fingers and took a breathe before asking

"am i.. am i the biggest?" he asked, the question caught you off guard you even choked on your drink

"I'm sorry, the biggest what?" you asked

"am i the biggest bulge you've seen?" he asked, you were thinking of how to professionally answer the question without losing your job

"Well, i can't accurately comment on your.. size, since it's only a bulge" you reply

"want to see it accurately then?" he asked with a smirk, unfortunately while on the clock you have to decline.

"i.. How about we finish helping your thigh, we can continue this conversation another time" you state firmly, Chris sighs in disappointment and stands back up. you go back to rubbing the cold solution on his thigh and him grunting at the feeling, this time you notice a wet spot growing at the height of the bulge and chris was shuddering slightly, you stopped rubbing on the solution and just looked up at chris, his eyes were wide shut like he was concentrating.

"Chris?" you called, you were thinking off a few reasons why he was shuddering and none of them were good.

"Hey.. why'd you stop?" he asked when he opened his eyes to see yours peering back his bulge jumped.

"Chris i can't continue the procedure like this- your sentence was cut off by him pleading

"no no, please don't stop, please" he begged

"i.. okay" you didn't have much to say, so you do as Chris asked and keep rubbing his thigh.

Chris's groaning got harsh and the wet spot only got worse, there was a rule that you were allowed to "take care" of a patient if their erection was in their way, so you did just that.

Chris threw his head back immediately when he felt your cold hands wrap around his thickness

"Fuck.. fu- ng FUCK" he groaned as he painted your face, you didnt expect him to shoot that hard from just rubbing his thigh.

"Sorry I didn't mean to… Cum on you like that" he apologized, you couldn't really respond with how his fluids were all over your face but you waved it off. You did open your mouth to speak but some of the fluids dropping into your mouth stopped from speaking

Chris took notice and smirked. He was getting softer but he was still dripping, you found yourself licking at every drop that would slip down to your lips and you couldn't stop

“Taste good?” chris asked with a smirk, you reluctantly nodded

“Open wide, you get the last drop” he stated, you opened up your mouth and Chris squeezed the last drop of cum out of his cock and it dripped onto your tongue. After you swallowed Chris smirked again

“We should do this more often” he offered

[the-solar-system52]

THE RUIN FILES BOOK COVER JUST GOT RELEASED AND OF COURSE I NEED TO GIVE MY TWO CENTS ON IT!

First of all, it's coming out on April 2nd and my birthday is April 8th, meaning I will actually be able to buy and read this book! I will no doubt be reporting on anything of interest and doing some theorising, so I'm really looking forward!

People have already commented on this, BUT OH MY GOD ARE WE FINALLY GETTING SOME BONNIE AND FREDDY LORE??? They could've used any other render of Freddy for the cover, there's even a version of this poster without text, but they SPECIFICALLY used the version Freddy wrote on! I really hope we get some insight into Fronnie being canon or not, I mean, even MAT PAT ships it now. I couldn't have been unintentional.

MY DUDE!!! THERE HE IS!!! Look, I'm not expecting any crazy lore drops since DCA's plotline was already wrapped up pretty nicely imo, but what I do want is CLARIFICATION. Like, even though Youtooz technically confirmed my Eclipse theory, Youtooz is only a merch manufacturer, so it can be debated whether or not they can be relied on for 100% CANON info. And even though I'm quite confident in my theory (that post is probably one of my longest) some parts are a little bit of a stretch and it takes AWHILE to explain. It'd be nice for it be confirmed and just have ONE reliable source to point to.

So I was VERY excited when I saw this because many fans pointed out that this is CONCEPT ART, and not the official poster. I thought we may be getting more concept art in this book! But unfortunately, this was not the case.

Scott replied to this situation saying that the use of concept art was entirely an accident, and will be changed in the final product. I gotta say, this is a bit disappointing. But it is in character for Scott and Steelwool. Unlike the Bendy creators posting concept art on their social media, or Undertale having a whole 'The Art of Undertale' book, FNAF has never been one to share behind-the-scenes stuff.

But I don't blame them. This is most likely due to how theory-focused the fandom is. It'd be easy to see people use concept art as evidence for a theory, despite it not being credible. Like how people use unused lines in the code of the game for theories, despite them probably being UNUSED for a reason. Unfortunately, sharing unused creative ideas would only make the lore even more confusing for some people, so I think its good they didn't go this route.

Anyway, I'm SO excited for this book to come out! Though fnaf books do have a history of being leaked before their release date, if that does happen, it'll most likely be closer to April. But I'll keep you posted!

[mintytealfox]

Do you have any hcs about genderswap nortalice? I feel like female norton can lift male alice if she really wanted to 💝

-WHEEEEZZEEEEEEEEE- YOU KNOW I DO 🤣👏👏👏👏

AND THAT IS LITERALLY ONE OF THEM I AM HOLLERIN HHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA

She would absolutely YEEEEET male!Alice HAHAHAHAHA

male!Alice: "I wish there was a way up to that window..." -starts pondering to himself and not realized he is being lifted like heavy lance- fem!Norton: "3......2.......................................1" male!Alice: "huh?" fem!Norton: "UP" -male!Alice is absolutely LAUNCHED-

---- Now here's MOAR: (and some of these also apply to their OG genders as well heh but not all of them)

-I like to think that male!Alice is particularly corny and puny and that makes fem!Norton look into the camera like in the office 🤣🤣

-I think fem!norton wasn't overly fond of people before male!Alice comes along. She came from a rough place with rough people and has a rough outlook on everything and everyone because of it. But then here is this guy who is like 'wow truffle cake is brilliant, I'd wager its the best thing in existence' and that making fem!norton like 'HUH???' the absolute state of confusion she would be in that there isn't some ulterior meaning or motive behind such a pure comment.

-and I imagine male!Alice wasn't overly fond of people either before meeting fem!norton, simply cause of how exhausting it all is for him. I can see him enjoying observing people from afar but if he doesn't have any information on who he is talking to or anyone that is in the room, he can be stressed and watching each and every movement, making him naturally overwhelmed and looking ill. An old survival skill that now infects his daily life, unable to relax and just enjoy an outing or conversation for what it is. He wants to relax and just be with people but the stress and lack of control makes being with random people not at all enjoyable.

-I think the way fem!norton eats completely disarmed male!alice lol just staring at her wide eyed 'she is like a chipmunk, a gross chipmunk, adorable~' He thinks she is so odd that he wants to know more than just the mining accident lol

-I can see Male!Alice being completely unable to get drunk no matter how hard he tries (due to the experiments that happened to him). While Fem!Norton can drink A LOT but can get drunk and when she does she can't stop talking lol

-Just imagine fem!norton bridal carrying male!alice aahhhh so cute

I will stop here but THERE IS MORE LOL

[where-theres-smoak-2]

So I just stumbled across something, that as a non-book reader, I thought was interesting about the crysknife in the Dune universe, purely by accident.

I was actually trying to find out why the fremen thump their chests before/during a fight. Like we see Jamis do it in Dune part one before he and Paul fight, he thumps his chest twice. We also see Paul himself do it, first right before his duel with Feyd Rautha in part two. It's the same motion he thumps his fist twice on his chest in response to a fremen soldier who does it first. We see Paul do this motion again in the middle of his duel with Feyd, this time he does it after Feyd has knocked him down and then called Chani Paul's pet. I was wondering whether this motion had some symbolic meaning, like was it to rev themselves up before a fight? Was it an intimidation, challenge or warning to their opponent? Or does it have some other deeper meaning? I did wonder if it had some connection to the sandworms. I know the fremen see Shai-Hulud as a god type figure and they do sometimes punch the sand to call the attention of sandworms, so I thought maybe there was some kind of connection there, percussion and rhythm being important in fremen culture perhaps? Anyway I never found an answer as to what the meaning of this double fist thump on the chest meant, so if anyone does know or has any ideas, feel free to leave a comment.

What I did find out though, through a reddit thread, was a whole lore around the crysknives that wasn't included in the movies, but this lore adds so much more meaning to the pre fight taunt 'may they knife chip and shatter.'

The first fact I learnt about the crysknife also makes the scene in Dune part one, where Stilgar and the other fremen cut themselves when he says that they will take Jessica and Paul to the Sietch, make more sense. I did wonder why they did that and figured it was some kind of blood oath not to harm them or something. But it actually turns out that once a crysknife has been drawn it isn't allowed to re-sheathed until it has 'tasted blood' even if the blood is your own. So in this instance they had all drawn their blades in anticipation of a fight, when Jessica then bests Stilgar and the decision is made to instead take them to the Sietch, Stilgar and the Fremen then cut themselves so that they can re-sheath their blades. Which was an interesting detail to learn and honestly clears that scene up a lot. It seems to be a lesson of be careful before you draw your blade because you will have to get it bloody as well as a promise to draw blood when they draw their blades.

Another thing that was mentioned in this thread was that the blood lubricates the blade and helps prevent it from shattering which can happen if the blade isn't properly cared for. However there did seem to some dispute over this in the thread and some were saying this wasn't in the books and others were saying it was, but if it is true it adds to the whole 'may thy knife chip and shatter' taunt because its basically saying I hope your blade doesn't taste my blood and therefore chips and shatters.

But something else that adds to this taunt is that another part of the lore is that crysknives disintegrate when their owner dies, they literally shatter. So 'may they knife chip and shatter' translates to you're the one who is going to die causing you blade to shatter. Which I actually find really interesting because when I first heard Jamis say it in part one I thought it was like him wishing bad luck onto Paul when actually it was more like Jamis saying bitch I hope you die. Which is actually a lot darker and more threatening then wishing the inconvenience of a broken blade onto someone.

But yeah it was interesting to learn more about the crysknives, I wish they had put some of this lore into the movies.

[dream-beyond-the-dawn]

Damn Handcuffs

Death Note omo.

Lawliet followed Light back towards the elevators wordlessly. Light had managed to mostly dry the worst of his pants off but it was still obvious what had happened. He tried to play it off but it was obvious he was embarrassed.

Lawliet understood that.

But what he didn't understand was why Light hadn't spoken up sooner. Though he never acknowledged it- he was very clear about Light's predicament. It was obvious with the subtle ways his behavior started to change.

They stepped into the elevator, still not communicating in any way or even really acknowledging the other's presence.

He hoped the elevator didn't decide to run slow like it had been lately because he himself also had to use the bathroom. He wasn't desperate by any means but this would normally be the time he would have relieved himself already.

"Ryuzaki how am I supposed to shower while I'm chained to you?"

Had Light not proved already that he was committed enough? Would Kira ask something like that? Surely not because he would understand how that would be seen as suspicious.

"I can extend this." Ryuzaki gestured to the chain connecting them, shaking it. "Or we could use the community showers."

The elevator started to stutter like it often did but this time the lights began to flash as well.

Light and Lawliet both glanced at each other at the same time, hoping they made it. They were only one floor away after all.

"I hope they get that elevator fixed soon before someone gets stuck in here." Light commented.

The lights on the buttons started flashing and they felt the elevator start to shake before stopping entirely, lights going out. Thankfully there were emergency lights above them so they weren't in total darkness.

"What just happened??" Light asked after waiting for the elevator to come back on.

"You jinxed us." Lawliet said, trying to sound nonchalant about it despite the fact he needed to pee. "there should be an emergency button that alerts someone we're trapped."

Lawliet swallowed nervously. He had no idea if it was stuck for good or if it just got stuck. What he did know however was he really needed to use the bathroom. Watching Light have an accident earlier didn't help either.

Speaking of Light..

Lawliet glanced at the wet spot on his pants. It reached all the way to his ankles and-

He stood up straighter and tried to feign nonchalance but he found himself tapping his foot as subtly as he could manage.

"You know Light, I don't enjoy the handcuffs any more than you do."

Light glanced up, seemingly not expecting that. "That came out of nowhere."

"I just didn't want you to think I'm enjoying this or getting any sort of satisfaction from it. That's all."

Talking was one way he could take his mind off of his bladder. It gave him something else to focus on. He despised small talk but it was the only way he could distract himself.

Another awkward silence fell upon them as they sat there.

"At least neither of us are claustrophobic right?" Light finally said, clearly unable to handle the silence either.

Lawliet assumed Light had forgotten about him needing to use the bathroom before they got in the elevator. At least he hoped. He hoped they could get back to headquarters soon but from the looks of it- that may not be plausible.

"Didn't you mention something about needing to use the bathroom earlier?"

A small blush made its way across his face so he turned away slightly. So be did remember.

"Yes."

There was no point in denying it when Light would catch on to something and realize he was lying; which would only make him look like a fool.

"Do you ..think you can make it back to headquarters?" Light asked, somewhat nervously.

Lawliet knew there was likely a part of him that saw this as payback.

"I hope so." He admitted, now openly tapping his foot since Light was aware of his predicament, he didn't have to hide it any longer.

"Why didn't you say something sooner?"

Lawliet knew exactly what Light was doing. He was taking jabs at him using his own words but he chose to ignore it.

But he also knew Light did have a point. He was beginning to really regret not taking the chance to go when he could.

"I hope this doesn't go on for much longer." Light pulled his phone out of his pocket with the hand that wasn't cuffed to Lawliet.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm calling someone. If there's no power to the elevator then there's a good chance no one knows we're trapped in here."

Lawliet wasn't going to stop him. He would do just about anything to get out of the elevator as fast as possible.

He found himself starting to pace back and forth while Light tried to call the emergency number.

"Great, thanks."

Lawliet looked up when he heard Light say that. He stopped pacing and glanced at Light while trying to seem nonchalant about it.

Light put his phone back in his pocket and leaned back against the elevator wall. "they're supposed to be here in 20 minutes or so. I guess they never got the emergency signal after I pushed the button."

Admittedly, Lawliet was a bit annoyed that he hadn't thought of that in the first place but in his defense, he was preoccupied with more urgent matters.

"Can you wait that long?"

"It doesn't look like I have a choice."

Twenty minutes passed and Lawliet knew he was at his limit. He had maybe 15 minutes left at the most and they were no closer to being freed than before.

"Quit pacing around. You're pulling the chain." Light commented, looking up from his phone when he felt the chain tug again.

Lawliet ignored him. He was too proud to give in and hold himself like a child in front of Light- or anyone really.

"Ryuzaki!"

"I'm sorry Light but I don't have a choice. If I stop then I could-" he trailed off, not even wanting to say it out loud.

"Can you guys hear us down there?" One of the workers from above called down.

"Yes." They responded in unison.

"It's gonna need a new part so I'll be down for a while. There's something wrong with one of the cables."

Lawliet felt all the color drain from his face. He swallowed, hoping there would be a continuation.

"How are we going to get out then?" Light sounded nervous himself but for entirely different reasons.

"I have a rope ladder I can extend down there. You guys aren't far from the next floor. Only maybe 5 feet or so."

"Do you have the keys?" Light turned to Lawliet, shaking the chain. "I'm not sure how easy climbing a ladder while chained together is going to be."

"They're back at the station. We're just going to have to make it work."

It took a few different tries but they finally got a small rope ladder where they could climb out. All they had to do was move the ceiling tiles out of the way to make room for it.

"Let me go first." Light grabbed onto it. "just in case you don't make it."

Lawliet didn't argue.

"We're going to have to synchronize our moves that way one of us doing lose balance and pull the other." Light said as he started climbing. "just follow what I do."

It was hard climbing a rope ladder while being chained to another person.

It was even harder with a painfully full bladder- but he did it.

Lawliet had never been happier to see the taste headquarters in his life.

The workers seemed to be confused by them when they came out considering they were both chained together but they didn't stick around for any questions. They both thanked them then headed back to headquarters.

Lawliet was practically dragging Light behind him at this point but he didn't care.

"Slow down Ryuzaki you're going to-"

The chain suddenly pulled so hard that Lawliet fell backwards, right in front of the bathroom door. The fall didn't hurt but it was hard enough that more than a few drops of urine forced their way out.

He jammed both hands between his legs, unable to care if anyone saw him doing so at this point.

"Trip us." Light gasped out from behind him, clearly having fallen harder than he had.

Lawliet felt a warm wetness between his legs and cringed. He'd already leaked enough that it was visible.

"Are you alright Ryuzaki?"

Despite having taken the brunt of the fall, Light stood up to help Ryuzaki to his feet, likely knowing he couldn't do it on his own.

As soon as he was back on his feet, the flood gates opened.

There he stood, right in front of the half opened bathroom door uncontrollably wetting himself.

He made his way to the bathroom, urine trailing behind him as he tried to make it to the toilet even though by now his pants were wet down to his calves. He opened the toilet lid up and just sat down instead of trying to get his pants off. He cringed when he heard the urine splash through his pants and into the toilet.

Light was still with him, awkwardly following him since the length of the chain forced him to follow him to the bathroom. He turned away to give him some privacy as Lawliet had done with him.

Lawliet felt his face burn with humiliation. He'd never in his life had an accident in front of someone. Not even as a child.

After what had to have been at least five minutes, his bladder was finally empty. He stood up and looked down at his pants, relief now turning into shame.

"This never happened." Light finally spoke up.

Lawliet looked back up and nodded in agreement. "Agreed."

Almost a month late but here it is. I hope it isn't too awful.

[secretswiftymarvelfan]

I was reading your Star Reader post and to start off, this is SO CUTE! Gives readers something to be proud of too which is amazing.

I used to have a really difficult time with Tumblr as both a writer and reader (heck, I still have a difficult time). I’ve heard from so many other reader friends about the difficultly they’ve found in engaging when their favorite authors don’t engage back with them.

I just want some readers to know it’s okay - you’re trying to be so kind and thoughtful with your words about a fic and it is appreciated. I know how disheartening it is even as a reader to reblog something and the author replies to all the other reblogs except yours, shares all the asks but yours never pops up.

None of this means you aren’t as “good of a reader”. Your engagement is still appreciated and I’m sorry if you’ve ever felt like it hasn’t been. I hope this event gives some readers a chance to feel more appreciated as well.

Hi there!

I'm glad you like my idea of star readers I'm really looking forward to giving them out and having a fun little thing to do that helps build a community!

Firstly I want to say your point is completely valid I know from my own experience as a reader that it can be a bit disheartening when your comment doesn't get acknowledged especially when us as readers can often idolise our favourite creators.

I have never purposely ignored comments and i'm sure it is the same for other creators too. We want to reward engagement and encourage comments, we not gonna ask for it and then ignore it when we do get it.

If a comment has been missed it almost always has been by accident. Firstly we don't always get notifications, or sometimes asks never appear in our ask boxes, I quite regularly have to turn my notifications back on after tumblr turned them off, we call this place dumblr for a reason!

we also often get quite a lot of notifications! so it's easy for reblogs and comments to get buried amongst the many serial likes! I know I often try and go through and find all the comments but there is always a chance I might miss one or two.

Also we as content creators have a lot of other things we are doing around creating content. A reader only really has to read and reblog/comment which can be easily done in one sitting while writers have to: write, edit, create moodboards, create the post, add links and format the post to make it look pretty and accessible etc and this is all on top of our day to day jobs and hobbies so we don't always have the time to respond to every single comment straight away and so some may slip through the cracks but I PROMISE we are not doing it intentionally!

the only time someone might choose not to respond to a comment is because the comment has been taken in a negative way or is just asking 'when are you going to update xyz.' Some writers do just block people who regularly leave comments like this but i really hate having to block people until the very last straw. so if you are someone who feels like they're regularly ignored maybe just take a look at what kind of comments you are leaving because sometimes that might be an issue. but 9 times out of 10 its just because it slipped through the cracks.

we as writers appreciate all of our readers, you guys are the reason we keep on doing this. we want to spread the love and help nurture this community back to what it was before. we're all human, the lack of engagement is disheartening on BOTH SIDES. It can be really demoralising when you post an update to a series and it's just crickets. And it can be demoralising when you comment on a fic and hear nothing back. But the only way we can get past that is to KEEP ENGAGING, get back on that horse and spread the love. someone who just spreads love regardless of what they get back is infinitely happier and healthier than someone who spreads love on a tit-for-tat basis.

I realise i have REALLY rambled on about this now I just wanted help explain why sometimes this may happen and will probably continue to happen due to bugs and glitches and genuine mistakes, especially if this works really well and engagement increases because we're humans we can't always do it all.

From myself and all the other creators out there to our supporters and followers, we deeply love you all and appreciate you so so much x

Niamh x

[spiderdoesthings]

Hear me out

Infected animals in last of us is a talked about idea (within the fandom, atleast) but, i feel like talking about in in a little more logic based way. First off, we have to point out that there currently is a fungus (cordyceps) also known as Zombie-ant fungus that does just that, takes over an ants body. heres the thing. breakout day was september 26th 2013, meaning that somehow, this fungus evolved so quickly that it went from ants to humans, before it went from ants to smaller animals.

Now, because of this, theres another point. Humans are mammals. Meaning that the fungus also had to find a way to adapt to a whole new group of creatures.

the last timeline area is about 2040 (thank you to https://www.reddit.com/r/thelastofus/comments/158xmvx/the_last_of_us_timeline/?rdt=40385 this person for providing the timeline im using) meaning roughly 27 years, and still no animal mutations. so, whatever mutated the fungus was either extremely slow and started back way before we knew (talking likely more then 100 years) OR was very very rapidly evolved.

there is the option of this being a bio-weapon, however, seeing as it was never mentioned once, i am going to assume that this means it is a freak accident (however i do wanna revisit the bio-weapon idea later)

All of this to say that within our timeline, or atleast within ellies life, we may at most see small things (im talking maybe rabbit or smaller) or things more-so related to people (primeapes, really) be infected. i think that if we ever are to get infected things like giraffes, bears, wolfs, deer, etc that people are talking about, the chances are a cure or atleast something that starts to kill it off (or, honestly, it dying off on its own) is going to happen first.

yes, evolution doesnt always take forever, but, the evolution that takes less time is typically a much smaller change, not a whole new group of animals, seeing as we are likely speaking about fish, reptiles and birds, and mammals such as possums that are built to fend of things like this.

Also, we saw that the rat king was the furthest this thing has gotten, meaning that humans are somehow putting a dent into the issue (seeing as the most things you fight end up being stalkers, runners and clickers, all things roughly within a year of infection) and even bloaters and shamblers take several years to form, so clearly, this thing isnt exactly fast moving past the original stage of infection. (by that i mean, past the stage of clicker, it could take an additional five years to change, so while its fast acting to take control, it still takes ages to be deadly/have a good defense)

my theory is that with animals, the fungus just wont both. animals are not a threat to it, humans are. and clearly it has some sort of intelligence because, well, its taking over a human body, something that we still don't know 100% about to this date. likely the only animals that we would see infected anyways are dogs, farm animals, and rats, seeing as dogs and farm animals are around humans the most, and rats are typically in the sewer areas, where we find the more thick spore areas.

is this scientific? no, no it is not. this is just a personal theory. if you disagree, thats fine, feel free to comment, but also remember this is a fictional game

[syncopein3d]

Shun the Light: A Friendly Review

Introduction and Format Explanation:

I've just finished reading Shun the Light by @thoughtsonhurtandcomfort. In the communities where I spend most of my time here on Tumblr, I see occasional recommendations but nothing I would call a review, so I thought I'd go into a little more detail about why I enjoyed this story. I'm still a relative newcomer here in 2024, so if I'm wrong about that, send links in the notes and I will include them here!

The reason I think a positive review might be useful to my audience is that, when people praise a story, they seldom give enough detail for me to know as a reader if I will also want to read it. These are stories I liked personally, and this means that reviews will mostly be of hurt/comfort stories with happy or at least ambiguous endings.

Ambiguous here means characters may part, or may have dangling plot threads for later, but they have survived and are in some way better or recovering. Please always read authors’ trope/warning lists before taking off into their other work. I review hurt/comfort without NSFW usually, but lots of whump writers have both h/c content and NSFW, torture, pet, slave, or other subgenres of whump. I support everyone in this community, and I don’t want anyone to be mad at them or me because you dove directly from a reviewed story into something you didn’t like or were triggered by.

This doesn't mean I disliked everything I didn't review; I read a lot of stories and can't review them all. This is just for stories that are completed according to the author (something of a rare category already) and that I thought deserved special mention.

I'll attempt some light analysis, but I won't ask authors if I'm right about their intent first, so you only get my reader impressions on it. As such, I might be wrong about some or all of how I describe a story and its lore. I don't insist on death of the author once a review is up, so authors are welcome and encouraged to comment!

Summary:

A werewolf and a vampire meet under difficult circumstances and forge an unlikely bond through various injuries and incidents.

Vibes:

I will try to refrain from gushing, since the author is no doubt tired of seeing me type rows of capital A’s on the story posts themselves. This is a very sweet and pleasant hurt/comfort story. It feels warm and comfy even in the slightly gory parts. If it’s possible to write a cozy Universal Studios Horror Gothic, it’s this right here. A lot of it takes place in the same old house and its environs, increasing both the intimacy of the story and the sense of warm familiarity. This is just a delightful palate cleanser if you’ve been reading darker material lately and want to just sit back and feel better.

Characters and Setting:

The story centers on Dante and Matteo, a vampire and a werewolf who wander into each other’s lives by accident. Both are well-intentioned, both are grieving what they lost, whether recently (for Matteo) or long ago (for Dante). When misunderstandings happen, it flows reasonably out of the difference in their ages, their circumstances, and their mutual exasperating tendency to assume the other person’s emotions incorrectly. There’s some delicious angst as a result of that.

Dante is an old soul both literally and figuratively, low-energy and depressed, without rapacity of any kind. The only times he uses a vampire mind control ability are when he is helping to care for Matteo – motivating him to get up the stairs to bed, soothing him to sleep, helping him feel better. It’s almost never for his own benefit. Matteo is not a roaring monster so much as a whipped stray, used to disappointment, expecting the worst. He has a giving heart, but he can’t believe Dante would care about him in return. This doesn’t feel like he’s being stupid in a writing sense; it feels like he has been taught by bad experiences that he has no value. I thought that was handled really well. The dynamic is excellent.

As I mentioned, a lot of the story happens in and around Dante’s house, a slightly decayed mansion where the graves of his loved ones are and which, we receive the impression, he has been haunting like a ghost for some years now. Gradually, we come to see it as more of a safe haven as the story advances, the characters and their exchanges transforming the atmosphere even though the old house remains nearly unchanged. There are brief moments in the woods, in a small nearby town, but they’re not important; they hover vaguely around the place where the characters seem to belong.

Themes (Mild Spoilers):

A lot of stories with vampires in them try to work with themes of renewal. A lot of stories with werewolves in them try to work with themes of found family. Tropes aren’t inherently bad, it’s all in the execution, and it was very interesting to see those two things collide and mingle in this.

Dante needs someone to drag him out of his grave. Matteo needs someone to care and give him value. We morph from the two of them trapped in a slowly rotting antique, wounded and exhausted, to the two of them taking care of each other with more purpose and determination inside what is becoming their home. I would hope that, if the author writes a future story still set here, they would work on renovating parts of the house, as a metaphor for their ongoing dynamic; or burning the place down as a symbol of moving on from their traumas into a new life. But that’s just me writing fanfiction. The story is complete in itself, and I love it.

Final Comments and Recommendation:

This is a lovely, cozy story about two sad people treating each other’s wounds. That’s one of my favorite flavors of story, and if it is for you, too, this is absolutely for you. When I say I like whump, this right here is what leaps to my mind. For fellow loss-of-consciousness fans, Dante has a numbing venom that’s used for that purpose several times, so there’s lots of that here, too. I can hardly recommend this one wholeheartedly enough. If you like hurt and comfort at all, you really, really should give it a look.

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