#and then when i feel i'm about to pass out i eat a cube of cheese

[writealongnowdear]

Love me Like a Sailor

Arthur Morgan x Captain!Reader

Summary: John is a little brother. The Konstantina prepares to set sail. Arthur is nervous with a side of pathetic.

A/N: Classes got me FUCKED UP and I'm sick. I hope you enjoy tho ❤️❤️

Part 1

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When Arthur rode back into camp, he could feel eyes on him. It made his skin prickle, the way that it always did when someone was watching.

He hitched up his horse, boots hitting the ground as he brushed up her sides and let his head rest against her neck for just a moment. He had to gather himself - wouldn't be able to look anyone in the eye if he didn't.

Morgana whinnied, brushing against him almost compassionately. Arthur snorted, patting her a few times and feeding her a sugar cube.

“Quit your worryin’, girl,” he muttered. “Don't need my damn horse on my case, too.”

Everyone else was gathered around the campfire tonight. It was cool out, fall on the air and rain on the horizon. He'd have to make sure that they were ready for the storm.

A heady laugh reached his ears, unmistakable. Arthur grimaced, looking up from under the brim of his hat.

“How was it?” John asked teasingly, immediately after laying eyes on him. Arthur glared, walking past him.

“I ain't in the mood, Marston,” he gruffed. With a huff, he grabbed a bottle of beer from Pearson's wagon and uncapped it. He raised the bottle to his lips and took a long sip that elicited a whistle from John.

“Cmon now, it can't have been that bad,” he said, shit-eating grin twisting his scarred features. Arthur grimaced.

“It wasn't, asshole,” he said, blush rising to his cheeks. “I got us a deal.”

John wiggled his eyebrows, making him look even more like the child that he was.

“Oh really? What kind of deal are we talkin-”

“Shut up, Marston.”

John laughed again, grabbing a beer for himself and clapping Arthur on the shoulder. He stood next to Arthur, watching the camp go by in silence for a moment.

“What is the deal then?” He asked eventually. Arthur shrugged, rolling his shoulders and taking another swig of his beer.

“They need extra protection. In return they'll pay us or peddle for us.”

John nodded, digging in the dirt with the tip of his boot. He always did that when he was thinking.

“What's the catch?”

Arthur sighed, rubbing his eyes. That's what he'd been trying to figure out.

“Don't know yet. But with how things are going, we ain't got time to wonder about it.”

“Amen, brother,” John snorted.

The two sat in comfortable silence. The sun had just started to set, purple and orange splashing across the lake and its shores. Arthur itched for his pencil.

And he thought of you.

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The ride went quickly. Charles and Javier were fast riders, always ready to run.

Van Horn was just as it always was - quiet and unassuming but for the drunks retching outside the saloon. It was an early morning; the sun was barely rising on the horizon.

The Konstantina was moored where it was last time he'd visited, almost a week ago. There was a man on watch at what Arthur thought was the bow. As they rode their horses in and tied them up, his eyes flashed over the main deck. He caught a glimpse of your silk shined hair, his heart skipping a beat.

“S'that it?” Javier asked, coming to stand next to Arthur. His bag was slung over one shoulder, his other hand coming to rest on his belt. Arthur nodded.

“The one and only.”

Javier snorted. He clapped Arthur's shoulder and shuffled his boots in the sand. Charles fell onto his other side, sighing out a breath and squinting at the boat.

“Not what I expected,” he murmured. Arthur shrugged.

“Gets the job done, doesn't it?”

Soon enough, all three men were stepping aboard the boat. The watchman on the bow greeted them, asking them to wait while he got the captain.

Javier lit up a cigarette, sitting on top of a crate. He passed it to Charles who took it with a hum of thanks.

“I'm excited to meet this captain of yours,” Javier said, leaning forward with a glint in his dark eyes. “John said she was something else.”

“John says a lot of things,” Arthur said as easily as he could manage. Charles huffed, passing the cigarette back. “Ain't none of them smart.”

“He said she had you whipped six ways to Sunday,” Charles said, crossing his arms but gesturing one of his hands at Arthur with a raised eyebrow. Arthur felt himself blush, and thanked the darkness of the early morning for hiding it.

“I don't even know what that means,” Arthur grumbled, pouting. Charles laughed, Javier slapping the man's broad shoulder with a mischievous grin.

“I bet you wish you did, though.”

Arthur glared at both men as they laughed. He was about to open his mouth and defend himself, but he cut himself off when he saw you approaching.

Your outfit was a far cry from when he last saw you; baggy cotton pants and a button up shirt that somehow hid the swell of your chest. Your hair, which was usually left long, was braided tightly and pinned methodically around your head save for a few strands in the front. When you fastened your captain's hat on your head, he couldn't tell that you were a woman at all.

Despite that, his heart still felt like it was going to beat out of his chest if he looked at you for any longer. He could've chuckled at the humor in it. Even dressed as a man, the sweep of your long eyelashes along your cheeks still made his breath hitch. The curve of your mouth still made him want to tear his hair out.

Catching the stunned glances of Charles and Javier, Arthur shrugged and cleared his throat. Their shock quickly passed, but their obvious amusement did not.

“Arthur,” Javier said in the same tone of voice that Abigail used to scold Jack.

“What?!”

“Gentlemen!” You exclaimed, greeting them with the same upbeat attitude you always seemed to have. “Welcome aboard! We're pleased to have you.”

Charles nodded, a slight smile on his face as he introduced himself and Javier, who moved forward to shake your hand. His eye flicked back to Arthur with a lazy grin that betrayed his mischievous curiosity.

“Pleasure's ours,” Javier said. “Cigarette?”

You hummed in assent, taking the cigarette between two fingers and inhaling a drag of it. Arthur stared as you let the smoke pool out of your mouth in waves.

“So you're the infamous Caspian that Arthur's been talking about?” Javier said, his charm turned up all the way. Arthur sighed heavily.

“That's Captain Caspian, to you,” you said with a wink, dissolving into laughter soon after. “For better or worse that is.”

“S'that why you're dressed like that?” Charles said bluntly, gesturing to your outfit. Javier slapped his shoulder with a venomous “Cabrón!” hissed under his breath. You smooth out the wrinkles of your shirt with a raised eyebrow.

“Sailing ain't a woman's work,” you say.

“Neither is smuggling.”

“Can't have one without the other, Mr. Smith.”

“...I suppose that's true.”

“It's better like this anyway,” you say. “Navy would be onto us in seconds if I dressed normally.”

The small talk continued as your cigarette burned down between your fingers. Arthur couldn't comprehend your words, but he figured that was okay - if it was important he'd ask you to repeat yourself and that wouldn't be so bad. He could listen to your voice like one of Dutch's terrible records.

“So, what's the route?” Charles asked, kicking Arthur's boot and forcing his attention back on the conversation.

“It'll be short - we should be in port by supper tomorrow night,” you said. “We sail from here to Saint Denis, which is where we'll drop you boys off.”

“Thought it would be longer,” Javier muttered, itching around his mustache in thought.

“Think of this as a trial run,” you said. With a shrug and a sigh you stamp out your cigarette and lay your hands on your belt. “If it goes well, we can go longer.”

Arthur nodded along, trying not to let his eyes catch on the way your hands looked clutched on your belt and failing miserably. The way he always stood, the way every man stood… it looked damn near erotic on you.

“Mr. Morgan?” You asked, jolting him once again from his pathetic thoughts. His eyes snapped to yours, meeting your amused face. “You've been awfully quiet.”

“Was just thinking,” he said, scowling. Charles snorted.

“That's new.”

“Don't hurt yourself.”

You laughed at Charles and Javier's responses, only laughing harder when you caught a look at Arthur's glare. He crossed his arms and sat back against the railing of the deck, hat falling over his brow.

“Har har,” he said. “My brand of thinking is always the least likely to get us killed.”

“Oh, really? Care to enlighten us?” You ask, clearly teasing him now because what else could he possibly be thinking about.

There wasn't any time to think about robbing and stealing and killing when he could be thinking about your hips, the swell of them and how they would give under his hands. Your eyes, how pretty they would look filled with tears of pleasure. He could be thinking about the way that your lips would form his name, and if your voice would crack with love around the vowels. Or how soft your hands would be if he got to hold them, and how the skin of your back would feel pressed against his chest after-

“Tomorrow,” Arthur said, hands fisted tight in his lap. “I was just thinking about tomorrow.”

He looked up to see your eyes soften, fondness clouding the color of your eyes. He's sure that the smile spilling across his lips is one that John would describe as dopey, but he finds that he doesn't give a damn.

Because now? All he's thinking about is how he can make you his the way that he's already yours.

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Bbg, this is for you @johnnysilverhandeeznuts

[mischievousmoony]

Omg I love ur James fics. You think you could do one where reader finally feels comfortable getting drunk while going out with their group because she knows James is there to take care of her. Ur drunk reader x James interactions are too cute. I feel like I always have a hard time letting go cause I’m afraid I’ll need to take care of my other friends haha. Love your work!

thank u love! i have fun writing them, i just know james would be so caring! ps thank you for being patient ik this request came in a while ago

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⟢ james potter x fem!reader ⊹ 1.0k ⟢ warnings/tags: intoxication (i think that’s it but lmk if i missed any pls)

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"But what if Sirius tries to get a new tattoo again?" you ask, twisting back and forth with a steady squeak, squeak, squeak of your barstool.

James clasps his hand on your shoulder, turning you one last time to face him. "Remus is watching him."

"What if Marlene tries to go on another one of her adventures?"

Marlene has a knack for getting herself into precarious situations when she gets drunk, which she likes to call her “little adventures.” Usually, this means going home with a stranger, whether it’s for a hookup or to steal their lightbulbs because they looked at her wrong.

"Lily’s got her.”

"What if I do something stupid?" you ask, now swinging your legs. The nerves eating away at you just won’t let you sit still.

James puts his other hand on your knee, soothing you with a gentle squeeze. "I'm watching you," he says. After thinking it over for a moment, he adds, “And I don't think you'll do anything stupid. Even if you do, I'll do something more stupid so that nobody notices."

This earns him a giggle from you, and he’s happy to see you smiling. He picks up your glass, which is now covered in beads of water, plenty of time having passed for condensation to run its course. He dries what he can with a napkin because he knows you hate when the droplets land in your lap.

You once asked him why it happened, even though you knew the answer. He simply told you it was science.

“Science is stupid,” you had said, eyes fixating on several small spots of water soaking into your jeans.

Now, James wraps your glasses with napkins. He holds out your drink, a black napkin enveloped around it, as he asks, “You want to do this, right?”

You peek into the glass and watch the dwindling ice cubes swirl around in a vodka cran; a drink that James had called “beginner friendly.”

“Yeah,” you answer shyly.

James frowns. “It’s okay if you’ve changed your mind.”

You chew your bottom lip, thinking it over. A part of you wants to forget it, but another part of you knows you’d be disappointed in yourself for chickening out again.

You wrap your hand around the glass, cringing at the squish of the soggy napkin beneath your fingertips. You don’t know what’s worse: this feeling or the water dripping all over you. But James’ attempts to help make you feel warm inside, so you don’t complain.

“No, I still want to do this.”

“Then I’m here for you. Promise.” James gives your knee another squeeze.

You cast a look toward your friends. For years, you've nominated yourself as the designated driver. Or you've claimed to have early morning obligations. You've always felt better knowing someone sober was around to deliver plenty of water and carb-rich snacks to your incapacitated friends.

That was your excuse, anyway. Not that it isn't one of your concerns, but truthfully, something about drinking makes you feel uneasy. You always knew your friends were safe because you've been there, ready to hold back anyone's hair or stray them away from bad decisions. If you drank too, how could you be sure your friends would have someone to depend on? How could you be sure you would have someone to depend on?

Then, you started dating James, and you found a level of trust you never knew was possible. You know you can depend on him for anything.

When you admitted to him why you never drink when you go out, he swore up and down that he would be there for you.

Remembering his promise summons a wave of courage. You shoot James a nervous smile, and take your first sip, scrunching your nose as it burns your tongue.

"This is kind of gross."

James barks a laugh, "We can try to find something you'd like better next round. That is, if you decide to have another."

Feeling brave, you do have another. That's when you discovered something called the Cosmic Lemon Fizz; a drink that sparkles with edible glitter and manages to be blue, green, and yellow all at once. You laughed when you saw it, not knowing how in for it you were.

"Jamie!" you exclaim after taking a sip of your third Cosmic Lemon Fizz. "This tastes like happy feels!" you gasp as if the thought had just occurred to you, despite this being the fourth time you tell him.

"I bet it does!" James cheers. His eyes wrinkle in the corners as he beams at you.

"You should try one!" you declare, and immediately try to flag over the bartender.

James smoothly takes your hand, stopping you as he says, "No can do. Made a promise to a pretty girl that I wouldn't have a drop tonight."

You whip your head around. "Who!?" you ask, eyes wide.

"Who do you think, pretty girl," he says, poking you in the side.

Giggles escape you and you swat his hand away. He doesn't go far, lifting his arm to brush some stray hairs out of your face. His hand lingers on the side of your face, soothing the pad of his thumb against your cheek.

You lean into his touch, gazing up at him with an affectionate glaze in your eyes; a look that gives him butterflies.

"Wowww," you say dreamily. "You're handsome."

James feels his heart flip in his chest. "Thank you, love," he says, a soft smile playing at his lips.

"Hey," Sirius says, appearing out of nowhere as he lazily throws an arm over your shoulders, "How's it going over here?"

While you're distracted with Sirius, James waves over the bartender and replaces your drink with water. The next time you reach for your glass, you hesitate.

"Where's my cosmo magic fizzy thingy?" you ask, an eyebrow raised as you glance at James.

"You must've finished it," he shrugs, acting clueless.

"That's like the oldest trick in the book. You replaced it with water and now you're trying to be sneaky!"

"I don't know what you're talking about," James feigns innocence.

You giggle, bringing the straw to your lips. "I knew you'd take care of me. I love you," you say, happily sipping your water.

James feels another eye-wrinkling smile break out on his face. "I love you too, pretty girl."

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[disneyprincemuke]

forever wouldn't wait for us * fem!driver

logan's moving out

pairings: 4lyfers x fem!driver

notes: hi please give this attention im not even kidding how difficult it was to write this like i'm actually kinda sad

(series masterlist) | (📂 the sophomore year)

liam scowls, throwing his head back. he points his hand towards logan, sat on the couch, fiddling with a rubix cube he’d found underneath the couch. “you’re not even helping!”

“i didn’t know kidnapper took my rubix cube,” logan mutters.

the girl passes him, walking between the couch and the coffee table, snatching away the rubix cube from his hands. “you don’t even know how to play with a rubix cube,” she mutters, “and this is mine.”

logan huffs, rolling his eyes and throws his arms into the air. “you never let me have anything.”

she furrows her eyebrows. “you moved into my furnished apartment at the start of last year.”

“there’s gotta be something in the living room that’s mine,” logan frowns, looking around for something to take with him.

“what time are we drinking?” oscar throws his head back, looking over from the dining table. on the table is a set of uno cards messily strewn in different directions. on his right is lily and to his left is ylona with a small grin. “you guys are taking too long.”

“we wouldn’t be taking so long if everyone helped like they promised,” she huffs underneath her breath with a small eye roll. “anyway, logan’s still trying out being a thief right in front of my eyes.”

“babe,” ylona snorts, “don’t steal from rocky.”

mick walks out of logan’s room, a box of neatly folded clothes inside. he drops it right by the kitchen where the rest of logan’s boxes rest, stacked above one another. “logan loves stealing from rocky.”

“i do not!” logan defends himself. “wait, whatever. i’m just saying — there has to be something that’s mine in the living room. there’s no way that i was leeching off rocky the entire year and a half we stayed together.”

“you probably have more things in her parents’ home rather than here,” oscar points out, playing a card on the table. “hurry it up. i’m hungry and thirsty.”

she hadn’t expected logan to move out so soon. while she knew that living with logan for the rest of her life isn’t a viable arrangement, she hadn’t expected him to decide to pack up and live with his girlfriend while being together for less than a year.

he had told her about a month ago, at the start of september that he’d be moving in with ylona. not too far away, just an apartment down the road. but it still feels like a part’s of her being torn from her — the same way she felt when oscar had moved out of her parents’ when he landed a reserve driver spot with alpine.

she didn’t expect the 3 of them to live together for the rest of time, but it’s just weird to spend growing up every single day with them for years to end up barely talking sometimes outside of race weekends.

“rocky, what do you think?”

she maintains her blank stare on kidnapper, sleeping under the coffee table with a hum. “think of what?”

“let’s head out for dinner as a quick pick-me-up,” mick grins slightly, “and then we drop by the store to get drinks then we continue packing. when we’re done with that, we drink! how’s that sound?”

she lifts her head with a small grin. “yeah, absolutely.”

the uneasy feeling in her chest never leaves the entire evening. from the moment they’d all spilled out of the apartment to grab dinner, asking each other where they should eat to the moment they were stumbling back in to pack what’s left of logan’s clothes.

she sits in the living room now in silence, playing with kidnapper with one of the toys she’d gotten him in a dim corner. everyone else is in logan’s room, helping fold and pack what mick hadn’t gotten in boxes earlier.

“hey, are you okay? you’ve been here since we came home from dinner.” she glances over her shoulder, a small grin spreading her lips at the man now taking a seat next to her on the ground by the cat tree. “i’m surprised you haven’t started crying yet. remember when i moved out of your parents’?”

she throws her head back with a soft groan and an eye roll. “that seems like forever ago.”

“it was,” oscar laughs, leaning back against the wall as kidnapper curiously climbs on his lap. “how do you feel now that you’ll be living alone?”

“not sure,” she shrugs, dropping her head with a soft chuckle. “i like living with logan, you know? everyday was a party.”

“living by yourself can still be party, you know,” he points out and rests his head on the wall behind him. “you knew we weren’t going to be around forever.”

she presses her lips together as she tries to navigate the lines in her head and pinpoint why she’s always so upset when either of them move out. perhaps she feels left behind once more?

sure, that lingering feeling of jealousy arose occasionally when they were younger, always progressing with their racing careers without her at times. but there’s no reason to feel this way at 21 when they’re all at the same stages of life.

“i mean… before logan asked if he could move in with me, i was prepared to be live by myself. but you know,” she trails off as she lifts her head with trembling lips. “that was a year and a half ago.”

“aw, mate,” oscar coos, reaching over to rest a comforting hand on her knee. “i know he sprung this on you a little too soon. but you’ll be fine, you know?”

“i know,” she grins, craning her neck back to sigh at oscar. “i’m going to let him take stubby with him. i know the bond they’ve formed, you know? i’m going to miss that dog.”

“you know you don’t have to. you adopted stubby.”

“just seems cruel to keep stubby when he very clearly prefers logan over me.” she takes a deep breath and exhales shakily. “we should help them out so we can drink with them, right?”

oscar glances down at the black cat that’s settled in his lap. “i can’t get up — kidnapper’s on my lap. it’s your turn now.”

she rolls her eyes but still slowly gets up from her spot. “i will be back for my cat, oscar piastri.”

“i know it was sudden when i told you i was planning to move out,” logan mutters, lifting his head to look at the girl in the single seater couch across the room. “i’m sorry.”

the girl looks up from her phone, her screen illuminating her face with a small grin and flushed cheeks from the drinks they’d consumed. the empty glass bottles riddle the floor of their — no, her — living room. “we can’t be roommates forever. it’s okay.”

around them are liam and mick, passed out in their individual spots with pillows and blankets strewn over their bodies. oscar and lily are coddled up in her bed and logan’s got ylona’s head in his lap as she lies on the couch with stubby in her arms.

“i’m sorry i didn’t even ask you what you thought about it at first,” he admits. “you let me move into your apartment then i just spring my decision to move out 3 weeks ahead of time. i’m sorry, rocky.”

“it’s okay, really. like–”

“dude.” the firmness in her voice makes her drop her phone into her stomach. she sits upright with a small grin on her face and a heavy sigh. “i’m sorry. 2024 hasn’t been great for our friendship.”

she laughs softly, dropping her back against her seat. “are you talking about the crash? that was months ago, mate. i totally overreacted. so much for ‘whatever happens on the track, stays on the track’. i’m sorry.”

but meeting his eyes across the room, her smile fades when she notices that he’s not smiling or giggling along with her. “you know what i’m apologising for.”

tears flood her eyes and she forces herself to look away to wipe them away. “mate. it’s been 9 months.”

“stop brushing it off,” logan whispers, shaking his head. “i’m sorry, okay? you’re still my best friend — you know that, right? nothing’s changing. i’m just 2 blocks down the road; call me if you need me.”

she smiles, hanging her head as she turns to look at him. “likewise. take stubby with you, by the way. he seems to be very fond of you and ylona, anyway.”

“what? no, that’s crazy. stubby is your dog.”

she shakes her head and holds a hand up to stop him from talking. and she knows that he knows what that means — there’s nothing he can say to change her mind. “take him. he’ll be happier with you guys.”

logan’s stare lingers on her, smiling back before she picks up her phone from her stomach. “you should bring ylona to your bed. the couch is uncomfortable, mate.”

logan grins. “okay. do you want to share the bed with her? i know oscar and lily’s fallen asleep in yours. i can sleep out here if you want.”

she shakes her head, following his gaze as he carefully manoeuvres ylona to guide her back to his room. “i’ll be okay. you don’t have to look out for me so much anymore, mate. i’m a big girl.”

“everything’s in the car,” oscar calls out from down the hall, popping his head from the corner that leads to their life lobby. “need a minute?”

“i’ll be down in a second,” logan answers, looking over his shoulder as oscar nods firmly and disappears into the corner. he lets out a shaky breath before he turns back to the small girl standing by the door, handle in her hands as she leans against the door frame. “i’m going to miss living with you.”

she smiles, another tear falling right out of her eye. “i’m going to miss you too. it’s okay that we’re like this, right? we’ve lived together for almost a decade — it’s weird not waking up to your breakfast.”

“don’t skip breakfast, okay?” he presses his lips together. “take care of yourself, dude.”

she laughs her sob out, more tears starting to roll down her cheeks. she sighs, palms over her face as she shies her emotions away. “this is so stupid. i’m literally coming over to help you move in in an hour. i just need to take a shower and feed kidnapper some breakfast.”

logan snorts, throwing his head back, tears slowly leaving his eyes. “10 years is a long time to be living together. we’re still best friends even if we’re not living together. we’ve made it work with oscar, haven’t we?”

“obviously,” she mutters. “i’ll see you later, okay?”

“okay,” logan grins. he leans down, wrapping both arms around her smaller frame and tightens his grip. “i’m sorry again for how things turned out. you’ll always be my best friend, you know that, right?”

she stumbles into him, tiptoeing as she tries to keep her feet on the ground as he squeezes her and lifts her off the ground slightly. “i know. you’ll always be my bestest friend in the entire world, lo. forever wasn’t going to wait for us.”

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[paimonial-rage]

cocky bastard vibes - zhongli

ship: zhongli x reader

synopsis: in which reader shares their free thoughts on the liyue statue of seven

notes: standalone snippet part of the bookkeeping!verse

It was a beautiful day in Liyue. The grass was a luscious green and the birds were singing a beautiful song. After a nice stay at the Emerald Maple Inn, you and Mr. Zhongli decided to have a cup of tea next to the Statue of the Seven before heading on your way to Qingce Village. You were to accompany him to pick up supplies for the next funeral rite, and with the way the morning was going, you knew nothing would ruin this peaceful day.

"So how much do you want to bet that Rex Lapis was hot and knew it?”

You ignored the choked sound that came from your side as you gazed up at the picturesque statue. Though your companion would probably consider your question quite out of the blue, you couldn’t say it was the first time you wondered such a thing. Whenever you passed by one of them in Liyue, the thought always plagued your mind for a few hours after. Judging by Mr. Zhongli’s reaction, though, it seemed he did not share your sentiments.

"Ehem… That… certainly is an interesting thought. I can’t say whether or not previous records touched on such a topic."

You hummed, gazing up at the statue. Really? That couldn’t be true. Why wouldn’t anyone talk about a statue looking like that?

“Well there are many reasons why I’d say I’m right. First off, his outfit. He has a hooded cloak on while also being shirtless. There’s absolutely no logical reason to dress like that unless they’re from the deserts of Sumeru, wouldn’t you say? It obviously was a conscious fashion decision. If you pair that with the seductive way he’s sitting, I’d be inclined to assume he’s quite clearly feeling his look.”

Silence came from your side. Hm, Mr. Zhongli still wasn’t convinced? Then you would go on.

“You do see it, right? His posture is relaxed, yet confident. Not to mention the way he’s looking at that cube in his hand with practically bedroom eyes. His knees are apart too. My friend from Sumeru told me that when a man sits like that, he’s displaying his dominance.”

Still silence.

"You can't sit in a seductive pose like that without on some level being aware you look good doing it. I mean look at him! He's shirtless and everything! I've heard even macho fishermen say that they pray to the statue for a good night before coming home to see their wives. You can’t blame them, right?"

A hesitant cough.

"I-I'm sure it was a younger time when those statues were sculpted."

You groaned.

"Maybe, but you’re not even looking! If you did, you’d agree with me that Rex Lapis is clearly exuding such massive 'cocky bastard' vibes!" You countered.

For some reason, the more you spoke, the more flustered he became.

"C'mon, Mr. Zhongli! Why are you so embarrassed? It's not like I'm slandering his good name! I mean, if Rex Lapis didn't want us talking about him like this, maybe he shouldn't have made a statue with abs clean enough to eat off of!"

Okay, maybe at this point, you were piling it on a bit thick. Could anyone blame you? His face was in his hand as if he had a headache, and were his ears tinged the slightest hint of red? It was an interesting sight. Never had you seen him look so completely flustered. Sure you were rather blunt, but you didn't think your words were that provocative. Mr. Zhongli really was practically a 65 year old man.

"I thought you respected the Geo Archon…" He muttered weakly.

You gasped in offense.

"I do! I’d even consider my words the utmost of pious behavior. In Mondstadt, the sisters of the church consider themselves married to Barbatos, the Anemo Archon. So finding the Geo Archon to be a sex god is pretty much the same thing, right?”

“No, it is not.”

[star-writes-sometimes]

green butter

word count - 2.2k

c.w. - drug use (marijuana, edibles), reader is said to be shorter than remus, idiots in love, pining, implied insecure reader

a/n - i don’t know if i liked how this turned out so i may rewrite and change the ending idk yet

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you could hear remus snoring from where you were in the kitchen. the rest of your apartment was silent except for the soft snores. if you ever tried to mention it when he was awake, remus would always deny that he made any kind of noise when he slept, instead choosing to tease you about your habit of sleep talking when you’ve had too much to drink.

you were doing the dishes, cleaning up from making green butter earlier in the day. remus had been out the night before with sirius and james and he was exhausted. he was in your apartment for less than 10 minutes before he passed out on your couch.

you finished cleaning the last mixing bowl and left it on the drying rack. you dried your hands on a tea towel, threw it over your shoulder and made your way to your living room. you collapsed on the comfy armchair closest to the kitchen and simply watched remus sleep. 

as if he could feel your gaze on him, he twitched in his sleep and rolled over so you could no longer see his face. you huffed in annoyance and used your sock covered foot to reach out and poke his shoulder.

“wake up please lupin.”

he just groaned and shifted tiredly. 

“pleaaaseeee.”

he exhaled sharply and lifted his head up, his annoyed gaze meeting your amused one.

“good morning starshine. the earth says hello!”

“i prefer gene wilder.” remus runs a hand over his scarred face.

“i like ‘em both,” you moved to tuck your feet under you, “makes me feel bad choosing between two things.”

“really?” he smirked, “who do you prefer out of james and sirius?”

“well currently sirius cause he helped me do my makeup a few days ago but it changes depending on which one annoys me less.”

“good choice. james probably would’ve poked your eye out.” he finally sat up, smiling lazily at you, “whats the time?”

“it’s around five so you successfully napped through the afternoon.”

“good that was the aim.” remus stretched, lifting his shirt up slightly, exposing his happy trail.

“do you want dinner, love?”

“no thanks, bunny, but i’ll take some cookies if you’ve got any.”

“i actually need to make some for james and i was gonna make extra,” you paused to yawn, “but i seemed to have misplaced my motivation.”

“aww c’mon bunny,” he got off the couch and knelt in front of your chair, “please make some cookies.”

you tried desperately not to give into his masterful puppy dog eyes, “i thought you were too tired to do anything.”

“i had my nap, now i want time with my super awesome amazing girl who makes the most awesome amazing oatmeal weed cookies.” he pouted up at you, pulling you hand towards him and kissing it, “please baby?”

your resolve couldn’t crumble quicker, “fine, move you big lug i’ll go get started.”

you pushed him aside and walked back into the kitchen while remus trailed behind you closely.

"rem love, can you grab the sugar please?" you asked while pulling the eggs and butter.

"mhmm." he hummed in response.

you grabbed the vanilla extract and a bowl and started to cut up the butter into cubes.

remus came up behind you and placed the sugar on the counter then wrapped his arms around you. 

"ooo green butter," he placed his chin onto your shoulder, pressing into you completely.

"yeah i made it earlier." 

remus reached his hand around a grabbed a cube and quickly popped it in his mouth, "tastes great, bunny."

you swatted him on the side, "don't eat the butter."

"hey that's abuse." he grabbed another bit of butter and popped it into his mouth.

"remus if you eat the butter you'll get high before the cookies are even ready."

"no i won't," he ate another cube, "i'm not a lightweight like you."

"i'm not saying you're a lightweight, love."

he reached for another piece of butter but you slapped his hand before he could grab it.

"whats with all the abuse today?" he asked.

"go sit down and stop eating butter," you pointed to one of the kitchen stools on the other side of the bench you were working at.

remus watched you intently as you made the cookies. whenever you turned your back momentarily though, he would reach across and sneak another cube of the homemade butter.

eventually, once you got the first batch of cookies in the oven you start to clean up, including putting away all the ingredients.

“rem?” 

“hmmm?”

“did you eat more butter?”

“you have no proof of that.”

“i made 500g of butter. i used 250g. there should be 250g left. this isn't 250g.”

“how can you tell that just by looking at it?”

“remus i'm a baker. i do this professionally.”

remus smiled guiltily, “whoops? i’m sorry i’ll help you make more butter tomorrow” 

“rem, i couldn't give less of a fuck about the butter, i’m worried about how high you're about to get.”

“i told you, i am not a lightweight i'm not gonna get high off some butter.”

you roll your eyes and finish cleaning up the kitchen, “whatever you say remsy.”

—

forty two minutes later and remus was face down on your kitchen floor.

he groaned loudly as you took the third batch of cookies out of the oven. the room already smelled of a pleasant mix of weed and fresh baked cookies but opening the oven intensified it, hurting remus' already sore brain.

“it's cold, my face is cold, it's on something cold, the room smells, smells like a headache.” he babbled, voice muffled slightly by the ground.

“you are face first on the tiles, that's why your face is cold and the headache you smell is weed."

“ngh, no,” he protested and rolled over onto his back, “weed smells like awesome and this is a headache smell, are you baking a headache?”

you couldn't help the giggle that escaped you as you look down at his confused face, “you've overdone it, remmy.”

“noooo,” he whined and covered his face, “‘m not a lightweight.”

“you're not, darling,” you cooed and sat down on the floor next to him. you gently ran your hand through his hair.

he opened his eyes at the touch but immediately hissed and squinted, “bright light, there's a real bright light, i think i'm dying.”

you looked up at the ceiling and tried not to laugh, “that's the kitchen light, and the dying feeling is, once again, the weed.”

he rapidly sat up after you said that and stared at you intensely, “the weed is doing this to me?”

you couldn't help the giggle that slipped through, “yes, love.”

he looked very serious and glared at the ground before he muttered, “that fuckin' giraffe was right.”

it was your turn to be confused, “giraffe- do you mean harold?”

“that scary fucker was right.”

“you were scared of harold the giraffe?”

“he was tall and i couldn't trust his eyes.” he said with such a strong gaze you almost forgot how ridiculous the conversation was, “is he coming to take me?”

“h-harold? you think harold is coming to take you?”

“yeah, i broke his rules, i did drugs and now i'm paying the price, he's gonna come for me.”

you turned your head to laugh silently, not wanting to mock him (while he was like this, you were definitely mocking him in the morning), “love, harold won't come for you, and even if he did you're not a kid anymore, you're tall too.”

he nodded, like he understood, “yeah i’m tall, i could take that skinny twat.” he nodded, seemingly calm. until he once again jolted and looked at you extremely seriously, “you're short.”

“thank you for noticing rem,” you said, slightly sarcastically.

“harold will come for you because he knows i care about you. he'll take you from me.” he said in a panicky tone.

your touched by his care for you but also recognise the absurdity of what he's saying, “remmy, i promise i’m safe, i'm here with you.”

he gave you a look of determination and nodded. as quick as he could in his intoxication he wrapped his arms around your middle and re-laid down on the floor with you. 

“remmy, what are you doing?” you asked, curious, not bothered by his actions.

“protecting you.” he said, voice muffled from where it was buried in your neck.

“hmm thank you,” you hummed out.

he held on tightly and quietly sat there holding you for a few blissful minutes, but the biting cold of the tiles wasn't the most comfortable in the february weather.

“remus, lovie?”

he tapped you as his way of responding, not loosening his grip.

“can we go to bed?”

he squeezed you tighter, “‘m not tired and i need to protect you.”

“i'm tired baby,” you said with a slight breathy laugh.

“i need you to be safe,” he mumbled against your neck.

“we'll stay together the whole time.”

“promise?” he said softly.

“pinky promise.”

at that he slowly rolled off of you but he made sure his hand was touching some part of you at all time - like he was scared you would disappear.

you went to your bedroom with remus following close behind, your fingers tightly threaded together. when you both stopped, remus re-wrapped his arms around you tightly, his large hands going underneath your loose tshirt.

“rem,” you whined softly, “what are you doing now?”

“‘m not close enough to you, need to get closer,” he mumbled and kissed the top of your head.

you giggled and wrapped your arms around his neck, “i don’t think we can get much closer than this.”

“sure we can bunny,” he said with a hint of mischief in his tone, “we can be much closer,”

“we already see each other everyday, spend most of our free time together, and-” his thumb rubbed against your ribs causing you to giggle slightly, “and that. how much closer can we be?”

you looked up at him just in time to see his smirk. he pressed a kiss to your temple and used his free hand to brush your hair behind your ear, “nowhere near close enough,” he said softly and kissed your cheek.

you held your breath. his touch made you shiver. your skin erupted in goosebumps and you leaned closer to him. he gripped your chin and looked into your eyes.

his eyes were bloodshot.

he was high.

you stepped back slightly at the reminder. you grabbed his hands in your own and led him towards your bed, “c’mon rem, bedtime.”

he scrunched his eyebrows together, confused, “what? bunny, i want us to be closer.”

“you’re high, love, you’ll feel different in the morning,” you said softly, trying to hide the disappointment in your voice.

“no, i won’t, why do you never believe me?” he asked.

“because you only say this stuff when you’re high.”

he slumped over with his forehead resting on your shoulder, “‘m not saying it cause i’m high, the high makes me say the truth.”

you swallowed the lump in your throat and pulled away from him. you sat down on your bed and patted the spot next to you. he smiled dopily and sat next to you. as soon as he sat he feel backwards, laying on your bed and groaning slightly.

you let out a breathy laugh and shook your head, “you can’t even sit up.”

“you keep me stable.”

“i’m also the one enabling your edible addiction.”

“it doesn’t matter that you’re enabling me ‘cause you always take care of me.”

you laid down next to him and face him. he clumsily pulled the blanket over you both and let his hand rest of the side of your face.

“my pretty little bunny, i’ll make you believe me one day,” he promised. he wrapped his arm around your waist, holding you close.

you looked at his pretty face, his messy sandy blonde hair, his bloodshot eyes. you wished you could believe him. you wrapped your arms around him and snuggled into his chest. you could at least pretend.

he kissed your cheek and held you tightly, “nice and close bunny, i gotta protect you and make you feel loved.”

you melt into him and laugh softly, “protect me?”

“don’t know if that giraffe is comin’ for us.”

“well we can’t have that now can we.”

it was silent for a few moments.

“what do giraffe’s eat?”

“mostly leaves i think, why, love?”

“i don’t like being scared that you’ll be hurt, we should set a trap tomorrow.”

“for harold?”

“yes, you can bake something and i’ll construct a gaint moustrap for the slimy fucker.”

you tried desperately to keep your giggles to yourself, “that’s a job for the morning.”

“i know, you go to sleep, bunnies need lots of rest.”

“goodnight remmy.”

“goodnight bunny.” he kissed your cheek again, “love you.”

you swallowed the lump in your throat once more, “love you too.”

you could pretend it was real.

[http-finnick]

𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 - 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐢𝐫

finnick odair x fem!reader

cw: teasing, sexual jokes, flirting, just a fun drabble.

request: still feel like asking requests is weird but i rly like ur blog so🚶 Could you do a Finnick Odair x Reader were they meet/actually talk for the first time in that scene where Finnick talks to Katniss in that horrible bare-chested outfit that makes him look like a draft and then he eats pure sugar like ew 💀 after having that weird interaction with her he comes over to us and introduces himself and is all flirty with the Reader and the Reader actually flirts back what totally startles him but hes into it and Katniss is just like ???

you stood in the tight gown as you brushed the horse's back with your fingers, thinking about how you wished to be out of your 9-inch heels and back home.

your reminiscing was cut short with a scoff so loud you could've mistaken it for the bell chime that was supposed to announce your descent into the capitols viewing

you turn to see two of the most iconic capitol celebrities out there, Katniss and Finnick. you watched as they chit-chatted (more like monotone fighting) when you couldn't help but almost scoff yourself at the atrocious thing Finnick's stylist put him in.

you must've stared too long because his dark green eyes met yours as he popped a sugar cube into his mouth before walking over to you

"Hey Y/n" he says, leaning on the carriage as you're still hung up on how he said your name so smoothly you almost mistaken him from back home

but there was no mistaking Finnick Odair from someone back home. no, not with how he looks, talks, and even that glare in his eyes that almost makes your knees weak.

that's because Finnick flirts to see how weak you are. to see how easy you are, not for sex. but for the game. for the kills.

"Finnick, was it?" you say playfully, about everyone knows who he is, especially someone who has been in the games before

he laughs before grabbing another sugar cube from his pocket and messing with his between his fingertips, his eyes lingered on your body and you couldn't help but feel tense

"last time I saw you, you definitely weren't wearing a dress like this" his eyes darken on you. curse your stylist for getting the tightest dress out there with a slit so high you walked like a stick to not show anything

"cant say the same for you, you seem to always have your tits out" you grin and he couldn't help but laugh at your banter, not everyone plays into him every often

"Hopefully next time you'll be the lucky one" now he's closer, staring you down as a grin slowly meets your lips

"Hopefully we don't have to wait till next time" you couldn't help but feel immediate satisfaction as a shocked look fills his eyes yet that ionic smirk stays plastered on his lips

"See you, ally" he winked before running off, you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding as you look ahead to see Katniss giving you what you can only describe to be a "what the fuck was that" face

you shrugged before spinning on your heels to start the way up on the carriage.

and when you stood with your tribute going at high speeds with people screaming everywhere, you couldn't help but see some dark green eyes staring right at you.

an: ahhhh I missed you guys so much! I've been so busy so i haven't been able to get back into my thg mindset even tho I'm obsessed with it lmaooo. being brain-rotted with thg and just being by myself makes me more quiet and happy and but because of the holidays, it's made me have to be more talkative and hyper almost. I haven't had time alone until his moment and I look back at how I was before with shock and sadness because I want to go back to my bubble :((( you know how when you talk to people you have to pretend you care to be nice so you make up a fake you? that's how I feel right now by myself, and that would be fine if I was sad or mad but I'm so neutrally fake happy it hurts. it'll pass overtime but it's gonna be hard because i have to do it again tomorrow and for the rest of the week ((more family time)) like ahhh i wanna be my old self by myself lmao. anyway!!!!!!!!! Thank you for the request! it makes me so happy you like my blog sm and this was so fun to write!!! mwah ily! <3

[chaifootsteps]

Ahhh I'm so happy that were getting more Stellitz talk on your blog! I was really worried that people wouldn't like them, and just think I ship them out of spite, so it's great hearing that other people like them too! Anyway, here are some random Stellitz hypotheticals because I love them so much :]

Blitz teaches Stella how to cook. Obviously neither of them are very good at it, but they both try their best. However, since they grew up eating very different things, they're proficient in very different recipes. Stella can make things like calamari and lasagna, while Blitz is better at things like enchiladas and chili.

Stella realizes that since everyone at I.M.P. has opened a portal to earth, they're all capable of learning magic, and she begins giving them weekly lessions. She's incredibly happy to get to pass down her ice spells to even more people, and I.M.P. are able to show her that imps and hellhounds are just as capable as royals. The first time Loona is able to create ice cubes, everyone hugs her so hard her back cracks.

After some time of them dating, and reuniting with Fizz, Blitz sits Stella down and explains something important to her. He's not just pansexual, he's polyamorous. Stella is confused at first, but once he makes it clear that he wasn't going to stop dating her, she brightens up and accepts him happily. Blitz ends up dating Fizz, Asmodeus, and Striker alongside Stella, and while she can't quite get on Striker good side, she makes fast friends with Fizz and Ozzy. (And maybe something more with Ozzy? I've thought about making Stella poly too but I can't decide)

One day Stella requests I.M.P. to kill someone for her. When she provides them with angelic weapons, everyone expects the target to be Stolas, but it ends up being Andrealphus. She's very cagey as to why she wants him dead at first, and it's only when she and Blitz are alone that she comes clean; Andrealphus is verbally abusive to her, demeaning her in ways that lead to her lashing out at others while hoping he would one day be proud of her. Blitz completely understands, saying that his relationship with his father was similar, and that he'll always be proud of her. They hug it out, they cry it out, and then they kill Stella's shitty brother.

Anyway! These are just a fraction of my Stellitz thoughts, so please tell me if you want to hear more, because I would love to write even more! Hope you have a great day!

- What-If Anon

Ahh, this is all wonderful! Thank you for lighting this particular flame, and by all means, please feel free to share more!

I especially adore the idea that Stella's good at making lasagna. Lasagna, especially good lasagna, is a labor of love...it takes time and effort to make and you really get back what you put into it. It just flies in the face of this notion that Stella is a stupid, soulless cow who doesn't care about anyone or anything but herself.

[petitelepus]

Thank you, @eyeofthetiger501, for requesting this piece! I'm sorry it took over a month to get to it, but I never forgot!

Summary: You are so tiny it's not funny. Nor is being captured and closed inside a glass jar.

Warnings: Yandere, Possessive, Claustrophobia

A/N:  Gender Neutral Reader, Borrower Reader, Sanemi Shinazugawa

You were a Borrower, a small humanoid being about the size of a grown man's finger, living in houses inhabited by humans, all while staying hidden from them. As your name suggested, you would borrow or take things, little things that humans wouldn't miss or even notice disappearing.

You know, normal stuff like one strawberry, one cube of sugar or such… But you had gotten greedy and got yourself caught by a human male.

He was a scary one, called Sanemi Shniazugawa and he was one of the strongest humans there were because he was a Hashira who specialized in killing these horrible beings that plagued the lands of Japan, called Demons.

"So you're the one who I've heard skittering around here?" He had asked, fully ready to take you and throw you away like you were a bug… But when he saw you looking at him with those big shiny tear-filled eyes, he felt his heart tighten and fluffy feelings rise inside him.

That's when instead of tossing you away, he decided to keep you.

And so you found yourself living in a glass terrarium like a pet of some sort. Normally you would be able to climb most surfaces, but slippery glass proved to be too much for you.

That didn't mean that you didn't manage to leave your terrarium once in a while. You were a creative little person who always found a new way to try and escape.

However, that didn't mean you actually succeeded. Nope, somehow, you weren't sure how he always returned home when you would attempt an escape… And each time, he caught you.

"Why do you always try to escape!?" Sanemi snapped as his fingers clenched around you, and it was clear he was holding himself back from squeezing as hard as he wanted to because if he had done so, you would have certainly died.

"Are you not happy!? Is that it!?" The huge man scowled, "Am I not making sure you have everything your little heart could ever desire!?"

He was more than generous, always making sure you had something delicious to eat or quench your thirst with, clothes made from such pretty fabrics and toys of different kinds…

"Ungrateful little shits like you end up in the jar!" He snapped as he turned to walk towards the closet where he kept his futon when he wasn't sleeping. But it wasn't the soft mattress that you feared, but the dark closet and the small jar with holes poked into it inside there.

"N- No!" You cried out loud in fear, "Not the jar!"

When Sanemi had first caught you he had put you temporarily inside the glass jar while he tried to figure out where to keep you, but you had started crying and hyperventilating in there. You felt so claustrophobic in there, like you were running out of air and when the darkness was added to your punishment, your worst fear came to life.

"Then beg." He ordered as he looked down at you, "Earn my forgiveness."

"I'm so sorry, I'm so stupid, I don't know any better!" You started to cry furiously, so fearful of the punishment looming just a couple of steps away, "You're always so generous, but I'm just so ungrateful!"

"That you really are," He nodded, yet he still took those couple steps and slid the closet door aside, "But I have some business to take care of and I can't risk you trying to escape again while I'm not here…!"

"N- No, please!" You cried as he turned the lid off and dropped you into the jar. You fell on your ass, but you quickly jumped up as the lid was put back in its place and you started to bang the glass with your small fists.

"Please! Don't leave me here!"

"Maybe this will finally teach you some gratefulness…!" He grunted as he slammed the door shut, leaving you alone in darkness, hugging your knees and crying.

You don't know how much time passed, it felt like an eternity in there as you regretted your every life decision that led to that very moment of you being locked up… But finally, the door slid open and Sanemi's scarred face came into your view.

"You're there," He nodded, "Good."

"Wh- Where were you!?" You cried out as he picked up the jar, opened it, and tilted it so you could safely crawl out of there and straight into his waiting palm, "I- I was so scared…!"

"I was out for an hour," He simply stated, but you were crying out loud so you probably couldn't hear him properly or you were just too thankful to pay attention to anything other than air and light.

As soon as you popped onto his palm, you wrapped your tiny arms around his thumb and held onto him like your life depended on it.

"How was the jar?" Sanemi dared to ask, making you whimper as you hugged his thumb harder, "Scary…! Never, please, don't ever put me back there…!"

"That's completely up to you," The man glared down at you, "Are you going to try and escape again?"

"No, no, I won't!" You sobbed so hard you were getting hiccups, "I'm sorry, I swear, I won't do it again!"

"Good," He nodded, not quite smiling but you could tell he wasn't as mad as he was before by the way he gently petted the top of your head with the tip of his finger.

"Now let's eat. I got some Ohagi while I was gone, I bet you are going to love it," He muttered as he carried you out of the bedroom, and you tried your hardest to stop crying again

Yes, you had every comfort that one would desire… All except freedom that you so badly wanted, no, desired…

[shieldofiron]

Werewolf Billy! I’m talking tall, big, and hairy- got those blonde locks flowin’

And Steve who is a solo hiker, who happens to come across Billy who just changed back after a long night of wolfing around 🐺

The stranger smelled. Not bad... just weird. Steve sniffed and rubbed his nose on the back of his sleeve of his red hoodie.

"Hey, um..." He reached down and checked the guy's neck for a pulse.

He was burning up, like he had a fever or something, but his skin wasn't flushed. Just... freckled. Warm, but not sweaty...

Steve leaned in without thinking about it and got another hit of that weird smell. It almost reminded him of hugging his mom in the winter when she had her fur coat on. A little metallic, a little off. He eyes the stranger's bare chest, dusted with golden hair.

"Well, Hello."

Steve glances up into ice blue eyes.

The stranger grins, teeth gleaming, "Like what you see, little red?"

Steve swallows hard, jerking his hand back and wiping it on his hoodie, as if that would erase the burning feeling.

"You okay?" Steve says softly.

The stranger stretches, long rangy body glowing in the early morning sun.

"Lot better now that you're here, pretty boy."

"You're lying on the ground," Steve frowns.

"Yeah, well, don't knock it 'til you try it," He smiles again, "What's your name, gorgeous?"

"Steve."

"Hi, Steve, I'm Billy," The stranger's eyes dip to Steve's lips for just a moment too long, "I could just eat you up in one bite."

Steve glances up the path, trying to hide his burning ears, "Uh... do you want me to call an ambulance for you or something? Sounds like you have a fever."

"Yeah?" Billy raises one notched brow, "You worried, gorgeous?"

"Yeah, you could be hurt?"

Billy pouts, "You were checking my temperature without me?"

"It was an accident," Steve waves his hand in the air, "Swear, I was just checking to see if you were okay."

Billy rises and Steve's throat goes a little dry. He's big. Not just... there... though he is big there...

Steve turns his burning face up to look at the stranger. His golden curls are blowing in the wind like he's in a perfume add. Wow. He's beautiful, Steve thinks.

"You smell so nice," Billy smiles wide, and then leans in, just a little, smelling in a way that's... weird. Familiar but weird, too.

"Thanks, I guess?" Steve stuffs his hands in his hoodie pocket, trying to push it down to hide the half-chub forming in his shorts.

Billy leans in a little more, "How do I smell, Steve?"

"A little... weird."

"Weird bad? Or weird good?"

Steve feels breathless and he doesn't know why.

"Weird... not bad. Kind of like I want to figure out what it is," Steve says quietly.

Maybe he is in a dream. Maybe he's dreaming in perfume ad.

"If I put on some sweats and take you to breakfast," Billy's voice dips low, "Will you let me tell you why?"

Steve glances back at the path, "Why can't you tell me now?"

"Cuz I'm hungry," Billy cocks his head to the side.

"Not sure if I want you to drive me anywhere," Steve says, squirming a little in his hoodie. He really does want to but this is a strange situation.

Billy leans in, whispering like it's a secret, "You drive. I'll meet you there."

"You sure you're ok to drive? You were passed out on the ground," Steve feels like he's has some spell put on him. Those icy eyes slide all over him like an ice cube in a hot mouth.

"Oh, I won't drive," Billy's eyes gleam with mischief, "I'll run, little red."

---

@hickory-smoked-ass ohh my team jacob came out for this one thank you

[pico-digital-studios]

Into, Across and Beyond! Scripting: MtOU Ending Scene

PREVIOUS POST

After the whole ordeal in More than One Universe, My Last Trauma and Hanelm Crackdown came to a close, OMT!Tails landed by a street looking over the city, watching out over it.

"Okay. Let's do this one last time. For real, though. This is it! My name is Tails. I was given the mantle of the hero of Mobius by my best buddy, Sonic, and I've been protecting my home for about a year and a bit. I think you know the rest."

"I met a whole bunch of interdimensional friends, I cured beings with their own problems, got caught in a lot of trouble, did some singing with my girlfriend, Mina, graduated for science class with her, Cream and Max…"

"Likewise, I finished my essay in full, saved some more people, got hit by some drones, did a custom mural for Sonic and Sally with Knuckles and Amy, fully bonded with my roommate, Danny... and I even slapped a sticker at a place the SIGU are never gonna find it, haha!"

"And when I feel alone, like nobody understands me, I remember my friends, near AND far, who get it."

A montage is shown of the other multiversal characters back at their homes;

Mini Sonic (and his Tails) admiring the Rubik's Cube together,

Mr. NM eating a chilli dog while on the move (this time with no villain to interrupt),

EX!Alice working on some new tech with her new Chao companion,

Nitro admiring a photo he took of his friends,

D-Sides Mighty and Hefty looking out over the view of their world,

Black Knight Amy enjoying tea with Merlina,

CU!Sonic and CU!Sonia playing together,

CR!Sonic reuniting with his kids in his Super form,

Nine reminiscing on the community he made in the Blur Gang,

Antho looking out over his home (whilst using anti-gravity shoes to stick to a ledged ceiling),

Ex-Prince Brian doing some writing to pass the time,

Devy preparing his engagement ring for his Vanilla with Smol Devy by his side,

MFF!Sonic hanging with the cured/redeemed Sonath on a beach,

Hog looking out over the city himself with a smile,

and finally Wacky looking back at the closing portal, eager to go back to the adventures again.

"I never thought I'd be able to do any of this stuff. But I can! Anyone can wear the shoes of a hero! YOU could wear those shoes, too. If you didn't know that before, I hope you do now. 'Cause I'm Miles 'Tails' Prower! And I'm not the only hero out there, not by a long shot!"

"And if I need help from any friends I made during my last mission, I can easily go between dimensions now, or it could even work to interact with them more and enjoy time with them as people. It's all at the tip of my fingers."

"For now, though..."

"It's time to go save the world once more!"

And so, Tails leapt forth, fully at peace with himself and truly ready to be the hero his world needed.

At another ledge with OMT!Mina...

"As for me... I've never been able to find the right band... So I started my own!"

She looked forward with the Blur Gang next to her.

"With a few friends I made along the way!"

She looked to the screen as she prepared to take the leap.

"You want in?"

Finally, after one more exciting day, OMT!Tails returned to his school dorm, just as a portal opened with a familiar silhouette on the other side.

MV!Tails: Hey, young me! You got a minute or two?

[nancypullen]

Sweatin' and Eatin'

I feel like that's all I've been doing lately. It's just too dang hot for anything else. I will do just about anything to avoid turning on the oven or standing over a hot stove. Tomorrow's dinner will be pork carnitas in the crock pot. I'll quick pickle some purple onions, chop up tomatoes and avocado, and serve it up with tortillas and a little sour cream. Mickey loves it. I've been eating loads of salads. LOTS. I feel like a rabbit. Yesterday this was lunch.

Kale, dried cranberries, walnuts, feta, avocado, and a little rotisserie chicken on top. Drizzled with balsamic vinaigrette, it was perfect for a hot day. Dessert was a bowl of delicious Rainier cherries - so good!

Most days this is breakfast. I'm not on Atkins, but I love these protein shakes over ice. So yummy.

Mickey was across the bridge doing a photo shoot today so I was on my own for dinner. That meant another salad. Tonight it was fresh peaches, bleu cheese, another sprinkle of walnuts, and a homemade vinaigrette of white balsamic vinegar, honey, a little Dijon mustard, salt and pepper, and olive oil, Simple, tasty, and I never touched the stove. That's a win!

Still awake? No one comes here to find out what I'm eating. Let's move on. I mentioned that Mickey was taking photos. He was over on the western side of Maryland at an assisted living facility - more like a resort, taking photos for a calendar that they sell. There's a different theme every year and this year it's blockbuster movies. The residents dress up and pose and the backgrounds are put in later. This husband and wife are posing as the characters from Top Gun.

I see it.

This gang is self explanatory.

And my personal favorite....

Last year's calendar was epic, and it looks like 2025's will be too. The residents have so much fun doing this, and since they'll be in the calendars soon I think it's okay to share their faces here. I'm not naming names or even the place. Mickey thoroughly enjoys this assignment and tells me so many funny stories. For example, the wife of the Top Gun couple told him to be careful with her husband because, "I don't have time to train another one." I feel you, ma'am. I told Mickey that if he kicks the bucket I will replace him with a cat. Anywho, that's a little tidbit from our corner of the world. Mickey is out snapping photos and I'm trying to avoid the kitchen. This heat is no joke. I pulled up a few spent sunflowers today and cleaned and filled the birdbath. When I came inside I put an ice cube in my bra.

I may stay inside until Halloween (which, if you're wondering, is just 105 days away). That's enough nonsense from me tonight. I just heard a distant rumble of thunder so I'm going to do a rain dance and hope that Mother Nature smiles on my gardens. I don't want to say it out loud, but I have baby pumpkin plants up!

I'm probably setting myself up for heartache, but let me live in this happy delusion for a while.

Sending out plenty of love tonight, take what you need and pass it along. Stay safe, stay well. XOXO, Nancy ,

[loveandeepspace]

Linkon City

O1: Arrival

Year 2048

Earth has developed with advanced changes, from infrastructures and technologies to many other things. It has changed a lot. There are even android robots and AI around. Unfortunately, despite the beautiful changes on earth, the once peaceful Linkon City turned to chaos when the Wanderers betrayed the contract.

At the same time, two girls just arrived at the train station. Two suitcases with shades of pink and red can be seen as they step down from the train.

"Where is he? He's taking so long?" Celeste grumbles as she looks around when they finally get to the lobby.

Not long after, the two girls, Celeste and Haruka, see a car passing by, and they see Caleb rolling down the windows, "Hey, sorry for being late!"

"Oh, who's this?" He asks.

"Don't hit on my friend!" Celeste warns him.

"Hey, I'm not!" Caleb chuckles as he raises his arms as if he is being arrested. "Hey, I'm Caleb. Nice to meet you." He said, facing Haruka and offering a handshake.

Haruka nods, accepting his handshake, "It's nice to meet you too."

"Hop in!" He said as he unlocked the door and the baggage.

Celeste and Haruka put their things into the baggage section of the car before getting in.

"Wait! Why are you two at the back?! Celeste, cmon now! Don't leave your bro all alone here!" Caleb exclaims.

"And leave her alone? Definitely not!" Celeste scoffs.

"Celeste... please..." Caleb looks at her with puppy eyes. Sure, if she's someone else, it'd look cute, but knowing this guy for the longest time and he's her adopted bro? Celeste cringed instantly!

"Don't use that on me. You know it'd never work." Celeste said.

"C'mon, just sit with him. I'll be okay alone." Haruka assures her.

Celeste looks at Haruka worriedly, "You sure?"

"Of course, go ahead and sit with him." Haruka nods.

Celeste nods, sits beside her brother, and off they go to their apartment. Through the ride, Caleb suddenly asked Celeste about Zayne, surprising her.

"Hey, you remember Zayne, right?" He asks.

"Yeah? What about him?" Celeste asks back.

"He just finished his studies like a year ago when you were studying elsewhere to be a hunter," Caleb replies. "And guess what grandma did."

"...What did she do?" Celeste looks at him in horror.

"He's now your primary physician, officially. Good luck dealing with that ice cube." Caleb chuckles.

"What?!" Celeste gasps. "You're joking-"

"Wait!" Haruka exclaims. "The Zayne?! As in the famous doctor?!"

"He's a famous doctor?!" Celeste looks at Haruka in surprise.

"You didn't know?" Haruka asks. "He's the top doctor in Linkon City! He's known worldwide!"

"Wow..." Celeste is surprised for sure. She knows Zayne is academically intelligent, but she didn't think he was that smart and ended up famous like that.

"My physician is Zayne..." Celeste repeats, still confused.

"That's right, you know, for your heart condition and all," Caleb answers casually.

"Hm, guess Grandma just wants what's best for me. I understand." Celeste nods.

Behind them, they hear munching noises from Haruka; Celeste ends up looking back, "Ooh! What are you eating?" Celeste asks.

"Pocky, the usual," Haruka replies

"Ooh! Can I have some?" She asks.

"Yeah, sure! How about you, Caleb?" Haruka offers as she gives the pocky to Celeste.

"No thanks, I'm driving after all."

"Ah, right." Haruka nods as she leans back to her seat.

After a few minutes, they finally arrived at the apartment, "Whoa! That's a huge apartment! How did you afford this?!"

"It's from the part-time jobs and everything." Celeste shrugs.

"Oh, yeah, that does make sense. You did end up having lots of part time jobs and now accepted as a Hunter. Good for you!" Caleb ruffles her hair.

"Caleb!" Celeste scolds him.

"Right, right, not gonna ruin your perfectly styled hair, sis?" Caleb jokes, causing Celeste to roll her eyes.

Haruka ends up feeling out of place with them since, one, she's not their family, and two, she can't randomly barge into their conversation because, back to reason number one, she's not family.

"Anyways, let's get in. Cmon!" Celeste pulls Haruka's hand to get into their apartment.

As they enter the apartment, the three of them and a blonde young man pass by each other. Celeste and Caleb are oblivious, but Haruka stops to look back at the platinum-blonde man.

'Who is he? Why do I find him familiar?' She thought.

"Haruka?" Celeste called as she stopped to wait for her best friend.

"Oh yeah! Coming!" Haruka replies as she catches up to them, going further into the apartment.

Caleb ended up waiting by the lobby's sofa since Celeste and Haruka had to finish up some documents about their apartment room. Once they were finished, the receptionist gave them two access cards to the lift and the apartment password. The card also included the manual for changing their room password.

"Oh, this is nice. We can customize our passwords!" Celeste exclaims as she reads the manual provided by the card. "Thanks a lot, miss!"

The receptionist only nods, "You're most welcome. The elevator is just around the corner. Just go straight and find the first corridor to the left." She said.

Celeste and Haruka once again thanked the receptionist before finally going to the elevator to settle into their apartment.

"Oh damn, I didn't know you guys not only have an apartment room but also the condo one?!" Caleb gasps.

"We do, because as I said. We got lots of money from the part-time jobs, plus it's practical." Celeste boasts.

"Right..." Caleb tuts as he helps them settle in. "Oh well, I'll leave you guys here and..."

"Where are you going?" Celeste asks.

"I got things to do. I'm a pilot, after all." Caleb pats her head. "Good luck at your initiation tomorrow!"

"Thanks...." Celeste nods awkwardly.

"You too, Haruka. Good luck!" Caleb adds.

"Thanks!" Haruka replies.

The following day, Celeste finds the room empty. She looks here and there for her best friend, Haruka, but finds no one. Where did she go?! Not long she hears her phone ringing and sees "Zayne" on the phone screen.

'Oh sh*t...' She thought but she answers the phone anyway.

"Hello...?"

"Really? You're still at home when today's the initiation?" That's the first thing she heard when she answers the call.

"Not hello, good morning, how are you? Straight to the point huh?" Celeste scoffs.

"Either that or you won't be ready for your initiation. I'm at the parking lot." He said.

"What?"

"I'm at the parking lot. Either you want to walk there, or I'll drop you off right before work." Zayne said nonchalantly before hanging up.

Celeste groans in frustration as she gets ready for her initiation and gets down to the GF floor where the lobby is. Low and behold, her personal physician/ childhood friend, Zayne is sitting on the sofa by the lobby.

"I thought you were in the parking lot?" She asks.

Zayne didn't even look away from the book he was reading, "I did say I was at the parking lot. I never said I'd be there for eternity." Zayne counters her so smoothly.

Celeste scoffs, "Do you really want to drop me off at the initiation building? It's far away from your hospital, right??"

"Not really, it has the same route so why not?" Zayne replies. "Besides, I don't want my patient to be late for her first ever job."

"It's not my first ever job!" Celeste denies.

"First ever full-time job then." Zayne corrects himself. It may be only a few millimeters, but Celeste can see him smirking slightly. He definitely enjoys teasing her in his cold and nonchalant tone.

Celeste sighs, she knows this man a bit too much to notice these details. Zayne notices her sighing and stands up from the sofa, "Cmon then, you don't wanna be late."

"Yeah...sure..." Celeste nods awkwardly as she follows Zayne into the car. Wait, a car?! He has a car?! Celeste is still surprised even when he's inside the car.

"You have a car..."

"I do," It was short and to the point.

"Huh, guess you really are successful," Celeste concludes.

Zayne does not answer and drives her to the initiation place to drop her off. Celeste was about to thank him, but this man disappeared like no one's business.

'Cold as always...' She thought, sighing.

[koffing-time]

A little update on my problem Pokémon, because why the hell not?

Caramel and Tofu have both really come around, i am incredibly happy how a name change apparently helped them!

I think Caramel especially likes that his name sounds similar to Coffees name. He is way less agitated when being called and he doesn't work himself to exhaustion every time i ask him to do something. We will still need a lot more time and training, but i'm confident we can work this out!

I cannot say for sure that it is the new name that brought Tofu out of his half formed shell, or if it was the babyshower where everyone met new people and made new friends so he could feel less like an intruder, or maybe if it was the appearance of Carrot Cake! I think the two get along very well, they like to spend time at the pond together. But now i can finally meet the friendly and sociable little man that Rosie was talking about.

Appleslice seems to have settled in quite nicely. She is clingy at times, but it is very lucky for me that i have a lot of other Pokémon around because this way there is always someone who can give her attention. I still have to closely monitor her so she doesn't dry out because she sort of forgets to drink or bathe when the one she's with doesn't remind her to. Eating is less of a problem, though she will not eat anything that somehow resembles anything comprehensible. But i can deal with that, she just gets either some mushed up or cubed up stuff. I have high hopes for her.

As for Bun and Roll... i'm more worried. They are still not properly drinking. So far i could prevent the worst by force feeding them when i thought it got too bad, but i would really not want to have to do this for the rest of their lives. It just feels wrong, you know? The contraption i built is helping a little bit, Bun is sort of figuring it out and uses it sometimes, but Roll is really really afraid of it. I've showed Loaf (and the others) how to use it as well, and Roll sometimes mimics him, but as soon as a single drop of water comes out, he runs. And he won't eat anything if it's too moist either... He also passed out 2 times yesterday from dehydration. It's especially bad because he is so small. I'm really worried for him...

As for the Egg, it moved a few times yesterday, and i think i heard something from it earlier. It might actually be hatching soon-ish

[daisyvisions]

ot11 free use omg..... if you ever revisit that idea i'd be totally down for that as well. like i can't remember ping-ponging so hard between members of any group, ever. it's honestly making me a little bit insane as well

and also hear me out, the idea of nasty changmin did something to me and i need to get this out of my system (i have thoughts about haknyeon as well but if i don't talk about this i'll lose my mind)

so let's say you haven't had sex yet just some pretty steamy make out sessions. and changmin knows he has to prepare you for some of his kinks so he casually brings them up whenever you two spend time at your or his place. so one day while doing homework he says he wants to try something out he read about and it's spitting in your mouth (you definitely are not affected at all by that, no no). another time he is all about "people do this to prove they trust each other 😁" and it's showing you how he'd choke you (which definitely isn't fuel for your fantasies for the next two weeks). once he out of nowhere grabs one of the ice cubes from your soda and glides it along your neck and collarbones, watching how you shiver and licking off the droplets of water. and then the day he nearly breaks you you two are eating cake in your room when he gathers some of the cream on his fingers and coats your lips with it imagining it's his cum. but he doesn't stop there, he gets some more cream and asks you to lick it off his fingers. and of course you do (that's what best friends do, right...?), sucking on them to make sure you get every last bit of cream. just as you want to swallow though he stops you, instead kissing you, hard, and instantly invading your mouth with his tongue. you aren't able to suppress a moan over this and he groans when he feels the cream melt and mix with his spit, again imagining it's his cum you're passing around between each other. finally though he shoves the cream back into your mouth and now tells you to swallow, making you stick out your tongue afterwards to show him that you swallowed it all😊

(also bonus points if he has a mic installed somewhere in your room so he can listen to you pleasuring yourself at night while thrusting up in his hand and the occasional pair of panties he stole from you the day before)

— 🐾

KINK TRAINING?! THATS SO- SO- OMG?! 🥵 your brain is so sexy please omg this is truly one of the sexiest ideas I've read. if there was a genre called slow-burn porn then that's what im calling it 😮‍💨 I'm- I'm gonna save this ask somewhere and re-read it again for inspiration bcos its SENDING 😵‍💫

[bekahbomb]

I took 11 grams of shrooms trip report °~

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the Alabama cow pastures

the day was 3 days ago on 5/20 (Saturday) and it was our day off together. we woke up & the manager at the hotel was calling at like 10:00 in the morning so we couldn't sleep in on our day off. we got in the car and drove to the store for drinks or cigarettes I guess. we passed a truck that was wrecked in a ditch. we kept driving passed soooo many damn yard mushrooms and I was seeing them all over the side of the road.

I got the gut feeling that I should go by the spot that the universe has been giving me signs to go to, just to see if any could be there. the cow pastures in Alabama are so rich and they can produce magic mushrooms that I've been wanting to try all year. noted, I've never gone picking for mushrooms on someone's cow pasture before. Saturday I became one of those people you hear stories about trespassing on cow farmers to get their psychedelic mushrooms. I'll just say that it's totally the fate of the universe because there were an abundance of them there! exactly where my gut feeling told me they were. I'm seriously talking about beautiful, fresh, totally perfect cubensis mushrooms. I also got lucky & got some psycilocibe caerulescens growing beside the cubensis ones. the magic of this day was dreamy and unreal and absolutely out of this world. I'm going to keep going back to describing it as out of this world because that's the only words that comes close.

and the natural outcome of that is we ended up picking them and eating them & tripping all weekend. these are the words I'm going to try to use to describe the experience:

-------Day 1 trip------- (Saturday, 5/20/2023)

the dream and the VHS tape

the day we found them. I started myself off with eating one of the cubes pins, but this pin was super big and probably weighed 2 grams or something. I felt it coming pretty fast in my stomach mainly at first, and then my vision became really distorted and everything was waving. there were tracers everywhere on everything like the tree branches and every single leaf.

everything had movement behind every movement like shadowing almost. mom left to go to work and I went to the trampoline to lay down because my stomach needed me to. I watched all the branches and leaves for awhile with Zach. I couldn't stop looking at him and thinking he's so beautiful. then I noticed in my vision that it was like a 90's VHS tape. kind of like an old camera flickering in my vision. I would laugh and then I wouldn't be able to stop. & then he was talking about Friday (night before all of this) and it played back in my head like a 90's VHS tape. and I remember him standing by the car at the hotel and it was like an old movie. like watching and remembering an old movie. for some odd reason I couldn't get that out of my head.

that's when things started getting super trippy for me because I was imagining me & him at the hotel in a dreamy way that didn't seem real but it was a VHS tape movie. the VHS movie is a reuccuring theme throughout all of this experience for some reason I don't know how to explain. that's the only way I can explain how it felt. it was a dreamy place and the honda was a dreamy car. especially when I imagined or saw him standing in front of it. it was really trippy seeing him in such a dreamy way & the car is the object that solidifies him being real and incredibly dreamy at the same time.

but yea, we were basically just having deep conversations and silly ones & laughing a lot. that was the strongest 2 grams I ever ate. we had to go inside because it started sprinkling rain. I was thinking so many cool things that I can't even remember. oh yea and every time I would yawn, tears would out come behind it and my eyes were watering really bad. I kept having to assure Zach that I'm not crying or sad and I was okay.

day one was really intense and amazing! Day 2 was just insane madness and I'll write about it too. the next time I take that many shrooms I definitely don't need to be around that many people, preferably just with Zach when we can be completely alone.

------------Day 2 trip (05/21/2023)-------

him, the car, and the hotel

day 2 was the wildest ride ever because I started off eating 2 kinda big but small mushrooms, nothing too crazy. Morgan came over and Zach was putting a blue hood latch on the honda. I could feel them kicking in when I was sitting in the back of Morgan's van and before that when he first got there. he set a blanket in the back of it to make it comfortable for me.

then I decided to eat 2 more when I was sitting in his van just to see what would happen. let me just say, not much time had passed; maybe 35 or 45 minutes had passed, since I had already eaten the first 2. so I ate 2 fresh ones , and then 2 more cracker dry ones. no exact measurements on the grams, I'm guessing around 5 or something. after that, I smoked a bong & it launched me straight into a full blown psychede trip. it felt like my inner child came out and I could just let go and giggle at every little silly thing or thought I had. then the same thing repeated, the same thing from before when I was sitting in the back of the van; and I could see Zach standing in front of the car, in front of me in the driveway, then I imagined him standing in front of it at the hotel. & he was telling the story about Friday night (before all of this even happened) and he was talking about the guys at the hotel that disrespected him. & it was a the same dreamy feeling from before and it was really tripping me out. it was the feeling of him, the car, and the hotel, and it was just a dream and a VHS memory, and unbelievable. it felt unreal in those moments. still have no idea what any of it means. anyways, basically my inner child came out for 4 hours and it was a super cool experience.

when Morgan left, I felt his energy leave because we're twins, and he may have been part of the reason for the inner child. I had a nice talk with Zach when they left to go to the store too. the trip came down though.

a few hours later and after eating a few slices of pizza, later that night, me and Zach scaled out 11 grams each and it was so hard to eat all of them but I got them down and held them down the entire time, I didn't vomit. they were actually measured exactly this time. oh & when I was looking at Zach holding 2 shroom caps, they looked wicked, i got that dreamy feeling again seeing that, and it seems to me now, that I have seen shrooms before in a past life or dream life or something. it seemed familiar in an unreal, dream like way. a VHS tape played in my head of Zach and mushrooms like that.

anyways, it's 9:00 at night and I'm getting sleepy so I'm going to write about the most remarkable things quickly. So I got the shrooms down and I held them down the entire time. I started tripping so hard that moving became more difficult and it was hard to even form a thought or form a sentence, let alone have any kind of conversation. I felt like I reverted back to a child like mindset somehow and I couldn't get myself out of it but i was ok with it so I didn't think too much about it. I told myself that it would be okay if I felt like this forever and that being a child felt so good.

at one point, I opened my eyes and every single thing was bright orange. everything, the walls, it all had like a glowing orange filter over it; and it stayed like that for a couple of minutes at least. i was literally looking through my vision as an old orange filter on a VHS tape. then it was like I blinked it back to normal because I paid too much attention to it, because it didn't happen again after that.

that was super wild to me, the whole room glowing, and seeing everything orange, and seeing Zach himself glowing through this orange VHS filter through my eyes. but Zach was telling me that its because of the orange light, but to me I think, that it's only a slight orange hue; everything glowed orange for a few minutes, and I blinked it off my eyes. my eyes and my mind were totally playing tricks on me. I mean, I definitely realized then that everything wasn't truly orange as I was seeing it but I definitely, truly was seeing it that way.

and Zach told me to turn the light off, and that was ok because I had light from my phone. it was dark and my phone's radiant light was glowing and bright and I was seeing color normally again, I think. Definitely still more vibrant color but it wasn't the orange VHS tape anymore.

note that I can't truly find the right words to actually explain the entire experience I was having, because it was out of this world, and there are no words.

I took a heroic dose of mushrooms and no words I ever have can describe my experience. I can only put certain things into words.

mushrooms are totally different from acid in the way you see things and the distortion of your vision is similar sometimes, but mushrooms are way more out of your control.

I'm remembering now that during one point in the night on this heroic dose, I could move but I didn't want to, and I just stayed still for so long. and I thought about stories people have told about the strongest strain of psychedelic mushroom; (psycilocibe azurescens) and how they told stories about feeling paralyzed by this mushroom on their trip.

------(continuing) 05/24/2023

and then I thought about how I was being so still and realizing that it's very possible to get paralyzed on your trip. I had never eaten that many mushrooms before and it was a heroic dose that I probably went overboard doing because I'm like 100 pounds. at moments it really could've seemed like I was paralyzed but I could move. I just told myself that if I feel paralyzed, I can relax & accept it, & accept that it would be over soon and I was going to be okay.

something else remarkable that happened was that i couldnt really say a comprehendable sentence, just random words and giggles for a while. and my voice went super soft and it felt like it would take too much strength to speak up or talk louder. I wanted quiet and peace. also on day 1's trip, I saw the rocks on the ground as an old movie. and my shirt was bright orange and all I could see was myself in the orange shirt in my reflection on the dream car. it was the perfect color shirt for me to be wearing that day. it's funny to think about that and then the orange VHS film on my vision on day 2. seeing myself in the reflections felt truly unreal, as if my sense of self was not with me.

it took me 2 days to write this and it's still not even half of the experience I had that night. the experience I had was unworldly, and dreamy, and truly psychedelic. I spoke like a totally different person and I loved feeling like a child again.

how do I feel now? (5/24/2023)

i feel those amazing after glow effects of the psycilocibyn mushroom. I went back to work after that weekend with more energy, a more positive attitude, and a new outlook on the hotel I work at. I always get such amazing clarity of mind after I trip on shrooms and I'm sober again, I'm in love with that so much💖😭

[mindofalionqueen]

1: their voice

how do you describe a voice? i feel it's unique, and yet i also think it has quite the range. typically, my speaking voice feels soft. though i can be stern when i need to be. and i feel like a bad b*tch when i'm rapping, so... the variety, darling!

2: their smile

you love it. am i supposed to put an image here? i won't.

3: their greatest achievement

i feel like idle itself is the achievement. cube would have gone bankrupt and not gotten us anywhere if i had left it to them to do the things we needed as a group. instead, i did it. you're welcome, cube. from the very beginning of changing the name meaning of our group and all creative aspects, songwriting, etc etc. i'll be seeing my way out of the company, at least for solo stuff for that very reason. but looking back, i'm proud as hell of idle and myself.

4: their insecurities

the only real ones i feel like are in there usually are wrapped up in my romantic life. that's never been a strong area of my life for me.

5: their shortcomings

impatience is a big one. working on that. i also think putting off dealing with things or making a move and then an opportunity passes by as the result.

6: how they deal with grief

lean on friends some, talk with mom.

7: how they like to dress

how many people are going to see me? i like to be comfortable. i like layers. don't really care about it looking "cute" cause i'll be cute regardless.

8: what they like to eat

nearly anything, except for vegetables. i detest vegetables.

9: their aesthetic

it's a little harder to pinpoint my aesthetic that doesn't change with each era we are in.

10: their fashion sense

comfortable, loungey, i like yellow and pink.

11: their family life

this is complicated. my mother, although i was raised by my father and a human mother who isn't mine by blood. technically speaking, i very much take after my mother sekhmet. i don't get drunk because of her.

12: their romantic life

what romantic life? there's an interest in someone, but very doubtful it will go anywhere unfortunately.

13: their embarrassing memory from years ago

nothing sticks out. i have had clumsy moments which were temporarily embarrassing, but nothing long lasting.

14: how they react to burning their tongue on food

can't relate. i can literally breathe fire if i wanted to.

15: how they react to a brainfreeze

press tongue to the roof of your mouth. doesn't everyone know this trick?

16: their dreams

as way of a goal? i change them up once i achieve them sometimes. right now it's getting my solo situation sorted out with a new label.

literal dreams? at times i can dream a glimpse into the future, but i do not normally remember my dream. if i do, there's a meaning to it that i cannot ignore.

17: their ambitions

okay now i'm thinking dreams meant something else or this is the same thing nearly back to back.

18: how they sleep

waiting to lie down as long as i can stand it, and then it's about 4-5 hours before i'm up and getting into something.

19: their reaction to betrayal

it's different depending on the situation. more often it's in business, and it just pushes me to do even better. they won't hold me or my group back. i will not allow it. if it's a personal situation, i have no trouble cutting ties with people.

20: their reaction to a mystery love letter

disbelief. this would obviously be a mistake in being sent to me.

21: how they react to pain

physically i work through it. emotionally i get quiet and try to work through it on my own. i would like someone i feel like i could talk to about things on that level, but i don't know that i have that. possibly see someone in mind getting to that point soon though.

22: what they're like on two hours of sleep

zoned out a little, but if it's just one day of it, it's not a big deal.

23: how they act when they're sick

i'm a little bit of a baby, but i don't typically like people fussing over me for too long. it feels like i'm supposed to be the caretaker, so being taken care of feels wrong.

24: what motivates them

haters and lovers. prove them wrong, and prove them right.