#apparently tumblr cannot cook

[sesamenom-misc]

I've actually been building a collection of tumblr-sourced recipes (I call it the Tumblr Cookbook). about half of them are awful poll foods (Vanilla Extract Cake and Banana (Lemon Salt) Bread come to mind) and the other half are stuff like the battery acid spaghetti

[intoxicated-chan]

𝐈𝐭❜𝐬 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐒𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐂𝐮𝐭!

Summary ➳ When you and the rest decide to sneak up on an Orc camp, you receive an injury. You believe you can handle it yourself but Legolas thinks otherwise.

(A/n) ➳ I AM SO SORRY! Tumblr ended up deleting the request but I remember it but not all of it so forgive me if this isn’t what you wanted. If it isn’t then don’t hesitate to shoot a message or request again!! I also learned that apparently the Fellowship traveled at night and slept during the day. I seriously did not know that until today.

Word Count ➳ 1.5k

Content Warnings ➳ Gender Neutral Reader, description of violence, blood, death, stitching, blood loss, angst-to-fluff…

“There must be some other way.” Legolas uttered to Boromir. “You cannot believe that sending (Y/n) out to assassinate the Orcs is the best solution.”

“She won’t be alone, Aragorn will be there with them.” Boromir replied. “The two of them will attack from above while we attack from below.” He drew his sword, walking closer to the Orc that was alone. He was swift with it, moving behind the Orc and slitting its throat. “See? Wasn’t that hard.”

You took a deep breath as you aimed your bow, you kept your focus on the leader. You could see from the corner of your eye Aragon sneaking up on the other two. You knew he was waiting on your signal and he would wait however long, but you were all on a strict time.

Another deep breath and- “Hey!” You shouted out of instinct, Legolas’s arrow went through the Orc’s head, killing him but you brought attention to yourself.

You jumped down from the tree and quickly nocked, drew, aimed, and released at one Orc that was reaching for its weapon. You swerved past another arrow, more flying past your head until you took cover over a giant rock.

Before you could nock another arrow, an Orc came from behind, grabbing your arms to throw you against the ground. You rolled when he attempted to stab you, dodging more swings until you managed to kick his sword away.

He charged at you, taking your knife that was strapped to your leg, and used it against you. You used your bow to block a couple of slashes until he fell to the ground. Instead of standing, he got onto his knees and managed to stab you in your thigh.

You let out a scream but in return, you shot an arrow through his head. Your breathing staggered as your hand wrapped around the knife and slowly pulled it out and then covered it with terrible bandaging.

“(Y/n)!” Legolas popped up a few seconds later. “I heard you scream.”

“I believed I twisted my ankle.” You covered your wound with your as best as you could, smiling through the pain.

“Let me help you.” Legolas took your hand, helping you walk to the rest of the group. Luckily, your cloak covered your bleeding wound and your dark pants were enough to hide the blood seeping out. “We just have a couple more hours before daylight.”

Like Legolas said, Aragorn finally decided that it was time to rest. “We will set out when it becomes dark.” He told you all before he started to set up his makeshift bed.

Legolas looked over your ankle, looking closely and pressing against it, looking back at you for a reaction. “It doesn’t seem to be twisted, but it may be strained. You have been jumping a lot, and might have happened when your footing was incorrect.”

You could practically feel the sweat running down your forehead. “Does it seem bad?”

Legolas smiled, his usual smile that was beaming with kindness. “No, the pain should fade later. Are you in pain or hurt anywhere else?”

“No, no, thank you.” After Legolas joined Aragorn, chatting. It wasn’t long before it was just murmurs among the Fellowship. Sam and Frodo were cooking together, Gimli was most likely perched up against a tree sleeping, but you didn’t know about the rest.

You were farther into the forest, a needle and thread in your hand. You placed a thick piece of fabric in between your teeth and bit down, you used your other hand to keep the gash close together so you could stitch it.

You let out a strained cry as you attempted to stitch your wound yourself but it was difficult due to your vision blurring. You didn’t know how long you were out here, so focused on closing your wound that you didn’t hear branches breaking or leaves crunching.

“You’re hurt.” Legolas’s voice broke you out of your concentration. You could see the panic in his eyes, he kneeled by your side, taking the needle from you and moving your hand from your thigh. “And you’re doing it incorrectly. You’re hurting yourself more.”

He used his other hand to pull a container of water, and flushed out your wound. “How did you get this? And when?”

“Just a couple hours ago.”

“And you’ve been bleeding this entire time?” Legolas’s voice was filled to the brim with regret, like he was ashamed of himself. He carefully threaded the thread into your skin, making sure it wasn’t too tight or too loose.

You took out the cloth from your mouth. “Look Legolas, I’m still alive and well.” You tried to ease him. “I’ll be alright, I’m okay.”

“I should’ve known, you have been moving slower, as well as your reaction time.” He acknowledged. Once he finished stitching your wound, he poured water again to wash out the rest of the dried blood.

He helped you to your feet, throwing your arm over his shoulder and an arm around your waist. He moved at a slow pace back to camp, everyone was now asleep, save it for Aragorn who just watched you both silently.

He helped you lay down. “I’ll be fine.” You repeated yourself, it felt like the hundredth time.

Legolas shook his head. “Please, do not hide anything. You shouldn’t be silent about these kinds of things.”

As if waking up very early in the morning couldn’t be any better, Orcs have seemed to find you all. You had a feeling that they were stalking you all, waiting for the moment to attack. You used your bow instead of your sword, making sure none of the Orcs came close to the Hobbits.

An Orc charged at you. You dodged the first couple of swings but not the kick to the leg, making you kneel and it felt like the stitches broke.

You screamed as you used your arrow to stab it into the Orc’s shoulder. Legolas’s arrow came from behind and slew the bastard and Merry came to your side to help you stand.

“Run into the forest!” Boromir shouted, blocking the sword coming down at him. “Go! Quickly!”

Merry helped you speed through the forest. You suddenly felt sick, like you wanted to pass out. But it wasn’t long before the Orcs gave up the chase and Merry sat you against a tree.

“They’re bleeding!” Merry alerted the rest of the Fellowship.

Legolas dropped in front of you, pushing your hands away from the wound. “I need a needle and thread.” He said, more like demanded. “Or a cloth to stop the bleeding.”

Aragorn ripped a piece of his shirt and handed it to Legolas, he snatched it and was quick to tie it around your wound. “I’ll need some herbs, in case the wound becomes infected.” Sam shuffled through his bag. “Luckily you should be able to walk but not run.”

You swore under your breath. “It seems the Orcs are watching us at all times.” You looked up at Aragorn. “What do we do?” You asked him.

“There may be another camp nearby.” Aragorn replied. “Boromir, Legolas, we need to search.”

“Someone should stay and protect the Hobbits.”

“Gimli is here and (Y/n) still has the strength to use their bow.”

“But what if they need to retreat? What will happen then?” Legolas still pressed, wanting to remain by your side. “We cannot put the Hobbits at risk, especially the ringbearer.”

“Gimli will be here, just go with them.” You told him.

“I will not.”

Aragorn was too annoyed to even put up an argument anymore. “Let us go then.”

When they were out of sight, you pushed his shoulder slightly. “What was that?” You asked him, confused out of your mind.

“Someone must be here to protect the Hobbits-”

“I know that, it would’ve been fine. They are taking care of the camp, the Orcs won’t be nearby to bother us.” You once again tried to explain to him. “What is going on with you? Are you still feeling guilty?”

“No-”

“Doesn’t seem like that.” Your breathing hitched as you attempted to stand.

Legolas grabbed your warm to stop you. “You cannot be moving at the moment. Give yourself time to relax.”

“It’s just a small cut!”

“A cut that could’ve killed you.”

You huffed. “What is going on with you Legolas?”

“Becoming reckless is one thing but hiding a serious injury that could have killed you is another. It makes me worry, it makes me question if you have more injuries you’ve hidden.”

“Look, I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you about the wound. I didn’t think that it would mean so much for you.” You admitted.

“I worry, I worry every single day, every fight, during the night and during the daybreak. Will the morrow be the day where someone or something takes you from me?” His hand grazed over your wound. “I just want to know I’ve done everything and anything.”

“I’m sorry.” You apologized again.

“Just promise me, I do not care how small it is or how big, please do not hesitate to ask for help.”

You nodded. “I promise.”

© Intoxicated-Chan 2023, I do not allow my work to be copied, translated, modified, adapted, or put on any other platform without my permission.

[plaidos]

Im a trans man who was on the outside circle of a friend group led by another trans man, there was one trans woman in the friend group, and she was dating the guy who kinda led the friend group. I didnt talk to her much, because i didnt talk to anyone there much due to bad experiences with the people in that group (tried to bring up stuff like experiencing dysphoria before I was out and got screamed at by the lead guy for “appropriating trans culture” and how i couldn’t use terms like gender envy to describe how i wanted to look exactly like a cis man youtuber i watched. He also shamed me for my interests which he deemed morally iredeemable (homestuck) before getting back into it himself, and then it was fine) but yeah i didnt talk to her much, and then suddenly i was dragged back into the friend group to do an intervention for the lead guy for a lot of insane things, and the tgirl was the one who asked me to help. When i was known as the only girl in the group, i was the group therapist and mom basically, i didnt want to be, and when i pulled away/came out as a trans man it seemed they replaced me with the tgirl as the group mom. And we started talking. And oh my god. Anything they did to me wa %1000 worse with her. She had to convince a grown as man that being homeless was not in fact a good fall back plan to not being able to find a roommate and no it wasnt easy. But nothing compares to the way she was treated by the main guy she was dating. The things she told me were so awful, she was basically his bangmaid abuse prisoner, he convinced her to move in with him, and then she had to do everything for him because he was “too depressed” he would sit at his computer all day cheating on her with other trans men while she cleaned his whole fucking house, and cooked, and got physically ill from all of the mold that he had let grow on things like dishes. He only really interacted with her when he needed comfort or sex. And he literally forbade her from doing anything sexual herself including masturbating without his permission because “it made him feel like she was like the pedo that groomed him when he was young” any kinks she had she was told were perverted and degenerate, she age regresses which he compared to pedophilia, it was so awful on literally every level, and he had convinced her she was so worthless and unloveable that when i told her she should leave him she said it was fine and they were working on it. It never got better and when they did break up he spread rumors that she had been raping him. She then dated another trans man who did the exact same thing down to the rape acussations when they broke up. And i was one of the only people who tried to convince her to break up with either of them initially, i was the only person who was the first to speak up. Apparently the other men in the group agreed with me they just didnt say anything till after i did then suddenly they were all agreeing. Shes doing better now and her self esteem is slowly recovering, she still talks to that friend group excluding her exes, i dont talk to any of them except her anymore. Anytime i see a trans man say they cant be misogynistic or transmisogynistic i kind of hate them for it. I was literally screamed at for trying to come out because then the group wouldnt have their “token cis girl” yes that was my title in the group, to dump their issues on. And as soon as i pulled away they replaced me with a woman they treated even worse just because she was trans and easy to beat down. Literally the only two women in the group and we were forced into the mom friend role. Its awful and i hate that people cannot acknowledge it happens. Trans men are not magically exempt from misogyny, and the ones who claim they are are lying to themselves and others so they can benefit from it. That first guy? The one who was so awful to both of us? Hes on tumblr and hes a pretty popular fanartist, he reblogs save trans women shit all the time, i hate him so much and i hate people who are compicit to the abuse trans women face, sorry for writing so much

don’t apologise, thanks for having the courage to share your experiences. it makes my heart sink how familiar this story is, the amount of people who have shared fundamentally identical experiences to this — the belief that trans men do not and cannot utilise male privilege above trans women (even in trans spaces) is without a doubt the reason so many are able to get away with this. i’ve heard this same story dozens of times; trans girl who is being physically & sexually abused by her (trans) boyfriend, regularly being raped, yelled at, often hit & abused in countless other ways who then turns around and says “actually she raped me” when she finally has the courage to break it off. And people believe them, because they believe that trans women are all rapists one bad day away from hurting everybody, but trans men are biological victims who can never do any wrong.

im sorry this happened to you. i hope your friend is in a much better situation now. ❤️

[silkkorchid]

What went down in TWST rp in a week-

Covers 3/30 - 4/5

This week was ok ish…

NRC therapist and Gardening club seems to be planning something against Mrs. Rosehearts…

NRC Newspaper club has a new member called, Atlas, seeming to be an unofficial prophet for NRC, thanks to his Unique Magic.

There is a Dance Club at NRC now-

One of the hosts and the host club seem to have a questionable draft that was soon posted by another host. I’m looking at you 🪞⚜️.

NRC Host Club has now a menu of food, with the one of them being uhm a very clever name for it!

NRC cooking club made a disgusting salad that I cannot describe…

NRC allows students to have tazer if worn correctly…

Another race is happening between Royal Sword Academy and Night Raven College. And there is a poll which school is going to win, some students at NRC are rigging the poll.

Both of RSA and NRC Cleaning club have log entries.

Che’nya is at it with the invisible boop towards the boys.

Some of the boys’ future children are throwing powder ball at them, for no apparent reasons???

The Diasomnia gossip account seems to be telling all the juicy stuff that happens in Diasomnia- wait does Malleus even know this exists?

Someone said Sebek is just… I can’t say it as I’m gonna puke…

A boop war has commenced between us who will get the most boops.

A boop battle between Ruggie and Silver. Silver surrender with Ruggie being the winner .

A student of Diasomnia ate a whole pathway since they were hungry. The person that did this, u know.

Malleus and Althea is having a boop match across campus. Then lasers were incorporated into this match of theirs.? After all that happens, Althea and Malleus end their boop match with ice cream.

Althea trying kidnap Gidel, NO TOUCHING THE CHILD ALTHEA!

General Lilia came back from the dead.

Lilia destroyed the microwave again, wait is that smoke coming from Diasomnia?

Lilia got into Ramshackle’s kitchen and yeeeee….

Riddle realized his mother now got a Tumblr account-

Ace got food poisoning, and Riddle ban him from the kitchen till he gets his credit for the mandatory cooking class.

Mrs. Rosehearts has came back after 4 days. Someone gotta hold onto me before I jump her.

Seems like fans of Riddle are pushing their buttons with Mrs. Rosehearts, and I’m proud seeing them being straight forward on causing chaos.

Ace destroyed a microwave. No questions ask.

Ace got collared for the millionth time.

Ruggie’s future child SOMEHOW broke through a wall!? H-how does that logic work!?

Someone cast a spell onto ruggie in which made him wear bunny ears and a tail.

Leona is trying to pass his responsibility onto Ruggie.

Azul has now met his future child after idk how long.

@quartztwst made Azul bald.

Jamil trying to prevent Alcestris dating Najima, his sister. Meanwhile Althea cheering Alce on…

Epel came back after a beauty break to see the last update before shortly going offline.

Idia arguing which anime he and his future children will watch.

Idia allowing his future children to commit arson…. Ortho please stop him being a bad influence to his own future children…

Idia loosing his shit when the topic of Sonic came up.

Idia lost something very important for his magic pen.

Someone reminded Idia that he accidentally left Ortho’s filter off and you know the story.

The boys’ future children somehow got gender-bend due to a potion.?

The children tried monopoly and it turn into a full on war.

One of Sam’s friends can speak that wired language that I can’t understand-

Cheka came back after a long nap.

Someone taught Cheka to swear-

Fellow and Gidel is at it again trying to find new puppets…

[minniethemoocherda]

Stay With Me

A/N: I cannot thank you all enough for all the support you guys have given me in response to my Morpherine fics! It has been completely insane especially all your incredible comments as well as all the amazing art over on tumblr! If it wasn't for you guys then I probably wouldn't feel as inspired to keep writing these fics so again thank you all so much!!!! Xxxxxxx

Ao3

FF.net

"NOOOOO!" Morph screamed as they woke up to find themselves sitting in a puddle of their own sweat and gloop.

They screamed again their bedroom door was broken down.

"What's wrong?" Logan demanded, claws drawn and body tensed ready to pounce.

"You giving me a fucking heart attack!" Morph cried, firing a pillow across the room.

Logan slashed through the first, but the second that Morph had launched a moment later hit him square in the face.

Morph was too riled up to feel any satisfaction at that fact.

"What are you even doing here?" Morph asked, feeling their body finally fully solidify back to its normal shape under the fabric of their oversized t-shirt.

"I heard you talkin' in your sleep." Logan grumbled.

"From all the way on the other side of the mansion?" Morph said pointedly, since they both knew that Morph knew that Logan's super-hearing didn't work that well.

That was when Morph realised that Logan was still wearing his uniform despite the fact that it was- Morph checked the alarm clock besides them- three o'clock in the morning.

"Do you want to tell me why you're not in bed?" Morph asked.

"No." Logan replied.

"Do you want to go back to bed?"

Logan sat himself in front of the remains of the doorway, watchful eyes glaring into the corridor outside.

"No."

"Do you want to come to bed?" Morph asked, which was something that if it were not three o'clock in the morning, Morph would never have asked.

After a moment's pause Logan again replied "No."

Morph sighed. The adrenaline of waking up from a nightmare and having their room being broken into was wearing off and now they just wanted to go back to sleep.

So they grabbed the duvet, sheets and blanket from their bed and carried them over to where Logan was apparently determined to stay on guard all night.

"What're you doin'?" Logan grumbled as Morph arranged the bedsheets around him.

"We are having a sleepover." Morph stated. "And I'm getting the pillow since you broke my other one."

Morph lay down on the duvet they'd placed on the floor, facing away from Logan into their room. The Wolverine still had his claws out but he didn't otherwise complain as Morph threw one of the sheets over the pair of them.

After a long time, long enough for Morph to think they might have made a mistake, Logan growled out a sigh.

"After we heard about Genosha I... I couldn't...I've been patrolling the halls all night-I just... I can't loose anyone else I care about." Logan growled, grief stumbling his words.

Slowly so as not to startle him, Morph sat back up. Logan was still facing away from them, never one to let other's see his weaknesses, but by now they had become experts at reading The Wolverine's behaviour. And they knew from the forceful shivers raking his body that Logan was literally biting back tears.

In that moment Morph would have done anything to help. But without the ability to change reality, there was little they could do. But that didn't mean that there was nothing.

Morph placed their hand on Logan's shoulder, his muscles taunt to the point Morph was worried they might snap. They squeezed their hand, hoping to share their own grief and to shoulder some of it for him.

Morph had never been on this side of loosing an X-men before. A stab of guilt as sharp as The Wolverine's claws buried its way into their stomach, at the thought that their own death could have caused the same amount of pain.

When they had learnt about Gambit's death, the only comparable pain Morph had felt was when they themselves had died. The concept that they would never again share each other's love for cooking or that they would never loose another heavily rigged card game, was impossible to comprehend. They weren't as close to Gambit as they could have been, however, as the only other openly queer person on the team, there had been a special connection between the two of them.

And Morph might not have shared the same history with Magneto that the other's had. The only reason they'd had to hate to him was that he was a generally shitty person who'd done some pretty shitty things. But when Morph had offered to take the team to Sinister's lair, he had been kind to them, making it clear that they did not have to if it brought back too many bad memories. And because of that, they couldn't help but grieve for him too.

And if Logan could finally open up, then it was only fair that Morph did the same.

"I.. I was dreaming... about that night."

They both knew what night Morph was talking about. The one where Morph was about to watch The Wolverine die and they sacrificed themselves to save him. Except in their dream there were too late. They lost him. Just like they lost Magneto. Like they lost Remy.

Because whilst being under Sinister's control was hell on earth, they would suffer through it all again if it meant that Logan was alive to lie beside them.

"I ain't lettin' nothin' get past me." Logan promised, finally turning to them. The grief was still there, it would probably never fully go away, but the pain that had been etched into the grooves of his skin, had been transformed into a steely determination.

"I know." Morph smiled, even after everything, unable to stop the fluttering if their heart at the sight of Logan's protectiveness directed at them. "And I'm not letting anything get past me either."

Feeling emboldened, from where their hand had been placed on Logan's shoulder, Morph traced his collar bone until their hand cupped the back of his neck.

"But even if you don't plan on sleeping, I have it on the trusted authority of my ex-therapist, that just lying down can help. So please, lay down for me." Morph's smile turned into a smirk. "I'll even let you share the pillow."

Logan blinked before shaking his head and snorting a smirk of his own.

"Alright, you win this one bub." He conceded, finally putting his claws away as he allowed Morph to pull him down to the pillow.

Morph reluctantly let go as they turned away from Logan to face the inside of their room, whilst The Wolverine took after his namesake and proceeded to nestle himself a den out of the bedsheets.

Now Morph hadn't really thought about the physics of sharing a pillow when they'd made the offer, as usual too preoccupied with making a joke to think about the consequences of opening their big mouth.

Because Logan's back was now placed firmly against theirs and the thin layer of his uniform was doing little to hide the solid layer muscle or stop the furnace level heat that his body was projecting. And due to his previous shuffling, the bottom of Morph's t-shirt had ridden up so that the sliver of skin between their briefs and their shirt could feel the full heat of Logan's body. It wasn't as if they hadn't touched the other before, But never that part of their body and even though the exposed skin was barely a few inches, Morph felt near naked at the touch.

They had no idea how they were supposed to go to sleep now. But eventually they must have.

Because next time Morph opened their eyes morning sun was beaming through their bedroom windows. At least that was where they assumed the light was coming from, as all they could see was the sleeping face of The Wolverine.

For a moment, Morph thought that they were still dreaming. Until they felt the breeze of Logan's breathe against the expanse of skin where their nose would have been.

As Morph blinked away sleep, they realised that the groves of anger and pain that Morph thought had been permanently etched onto Logan's face were relaxed, not completely gone but as close to peaceful as he could get.

They also realised that Logan's limbs were wrapped around their body like a koala in a tree as though he was afraid that if he didn't hold on tight enough he would fall. As a result Morph's hands, which had been trapped between the two of them, were braced against Logan's chest. Through the soft fabric of his costume, Morph could feel the individual bristles of his hair and under that the beating of his heart.

Perhaps they had died again, except this time they'd ended up in heaven instead of hell. That was the only logical explanation they could think of for why Logan would be holding them so close.

Well if this was their fate then Morph was happy to accept it, not that they were able to escape The Wolverine's grasp even if they wanted to. So with one last lingering look at the soft strokes of Logan's face, Morph drifted back off to sleep.

[sonboyadam]

Adam's birthday fic rec palooza!

hi! i didn't do anything for the Adam's birthday bc adulthood, but here's a short list of some adam centric fics that i've loved and bookmarked along the years. I chose oneshots for this, maybe i'll do another fic rec in another time. I'm doing this at work so let me know if the links are wonkyyy

things fall apart, the centre cannot hold by basicallymonsters

Adam's perspective throughout Mister Impossible, as his worry reaches a fever pitch, and the two versions of himself begin to converge.

I love everything this author has ever written, and this is my beloved forever, this adam pov is canon for me. It's angst and sad and so good

don't want no other shade of blue but you by the lace

It didn’t help his mood that they seemed to be taking all their cues straight from a bad how to help a friend who’s going through a breakup wikiHow article; breakup playlists he wouldn’t listen to, invitations to movie nights he hadn’t taken them up on, a bottle of Prosecco he had given to a girl who lived down the hall from him… And now they had decided to try setting him up on dates, apparently.

This oooone, im obssesed. adam tries to date after ronan ghosts him but at the end he's still a water sign you know

Mile Markers by escribo

All Adam needs is one signature on his application to Aglionby. That should be pretty simple, right?

Lovelove precanon fics, this is ppl telling adam no, and him going watch me💕

Wringing Out the Hours by quietcoast

Adam leaves for college, and realizes he has no idea what comes next.

Adam figuring it out what he wants!! this was posted very early post trk and before tdt even was a thing, but I love going back to this fics and see everyone's interpretation of how adam deals with the Future tm

Hold on by momebie (katilara)

(The one where Adam gets a tattoo and there's a lot of dialogue and feelings and dialogue about feelings.)

I think this one doesn't need more explanation, he gets a tattoo!!! Read it!! It's soft and he's free and he gets a tattoo!!

suppose you're in a meadow by deathlessaphrodite

Adam’s first love was a dirtbag fry cook working at the Waffle Inn on the outskirts of Henrietta, where Adam had journeyed every other night, on his bike, the summer he turned seventeen.

Like I said i looove precanon fics, this one is baby bi adam backstory, enough said

being witnessed in the act of wanting something by deathlessaphrodite

'Guilty' is such a childish word, Adam thinks; he associates it more with the church than the law, now.

Ok this one is sad too but I still love it very much, missing scenes are also one of my favorite fandom tropes:^)

And finally, finishing with some good tumblr drabbles💕

This drabble of adam buying flowers for ronan 💕

This drabble of adam making out with aglionby boys hehe

[tennessoui]

hi kit! long time no see lol jk I spend so much time on your blog and ko-fi its not even funny (in a nice non-stalkerish way I promise) I subscribed to your kofi and was wondering if you planned on continuing any of those AUs or were they meant to be sorta one shots? because I *literally* cannot stop thinking about healer anakin going about this day with that brightest blue silk blindfold?? oh all the potential for pining and hurt/comfort and ALL THE ANGST here?? ooof pls I need more - 🦊

hiii kit it's 🦊 again I am back because I just had an epiphany about the healer anakin AU I am obsessed with currently. so is the blindfold like a hijab where your close family (so other healer peers in private I suppose?) and your significant other is able to see you with the blindfold off? I started thinking that keeping it on 24/7 is probably not ideal and there has to be some time that it comes off, and who gets to see you then.. I am south asian so I kinda dig this tbh! 😊 (2/2)

hello hello this is such an interesting ask!! for the first part, i'm really not sure - i think there are fics on ko-fi that i would love to expand and write more for (the healer anakin au being one of them) but at the same time, i think while i am running the ko-fi fic thing, then those stories need to exist only on there - or i need to talk to everyone who supports me monthly on there and see if they would be ok with me posting those stories somewhere else (like on ao3 or tumblr) and expanding on them more. as of right now, they're really just one shots that act a bit like slices of life in the au - just enough information that the characterizations are apparent and just enough setting and premise that it feels like a story but overall stand alone

but yes i too am sorta obsessed with the idea of healer skywalker showing up to healer functions with a bright blue silk bandana over his eyes while everyone else has the standard issue gray or white cloth. of course they wouldn't know, but just imagine like. mace windu attends to give a debrief of the next few battle plans and anakin is just...sticking out like a sore thumb lol

as for the second part, in my mind i'm sort of waving the logistics of keeping the blindfold on for long stretches of time because im leaning more into the fantasy side of star wars tbh - i think it's more angsty as a concept if healers sort of...give their eyes away forever/until they retire and never open them. they change the bandages and shower without them on, but the force is supposed to act as their eyes for menial daily tasks like telling apart shampoo from conditioner and cooking (and they just get used to it)

like that feels so much more angsty because obi-wan will never ever get to see anakin's eyes again and he has to just. make his peace with that which he's obviously struggling to do in the ficlet on ko-fi. he has to figure out how to love anakin as he is, with his vows, or he won't get him at all and obi-wan wrestling with that is a key part of the ficlet. im not sure how strongly that angst would hit if they could reach a certain point of closeness and then he could get anakin the way he had him when they were in the creche, sight and all you know? he needs to accept who anakin is to really have a chance at loving him without getting some other version of him back

but that being said i also do dig the idea of the blindfolds being taken off in the company of one's family or loved ones and am open to it--it explains a lot of logistical questions for sure lol

i just also really like the angst and acceptance that comes from the idea that obi-wan must become ok with never seeing anakin's eyes again....only for anakin, who loves him so much, to break his vows because obi-wan is dying and needs him or obi-wan is dying and asks to see his eyes one last time (only for obi-wan to categorically survive)

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Diluc is very good at using chopsticks. (Business trips to Liyue? I'm gonna give him a personal hc here and say Crepus forced him to learn how to eat with chopsticks when he was younger so he'd be able to do it as an adult. Diluc loathed it then but is grateful now.) Diluc almost drank the lethal dosage of caffeine once. (Boy has a thing for knocking himself out with drinks, apparently.) Diluc can play the guitar. (*Lyre) Diluc is smart but also very stupid. (I mean..) Diluc is a sleepwalker. (*TALKER. He's a sleepTalker. Kaeya can attest to that from the time he was new to the house and they had to share a room for a while. He usually says nonsensical or incoherent things, but it can be quite entertaining. He never remembers doing it the next day.) Diluc has one, very simple word that they cannot figure out how to pronounce. (I got this 3 times. Must be true. Want to guess the word?) Diluc desperately needs a hug but doesn't know it and refuses to ask for one. (Ok this is actually canon on this blog so well done.)

Wriothesley can play the piano. (I kind of like the idea, to be honest. It's hard to imagine what life with his "parents" looked like. I like both the version where it was really terrible living conditions and they were mostly neglected, but I also like the thought that they had to learn certain things and present a certain way in order to be "of value" to those they were "sent to". So some of them being able to play music could be an idea to play with.) Wriothesley needs a nightlight to sleep. (Hm, not sure about light, but I like the idea that he almost sleeps better when there's noise because he's always had that. First with his "siblings", then living in the street, then the Meropide, and even now the room around him probably makes noise all night long. Silence would be deafening.) Wriothesley's least favourite subject in school was Math. (shrug.png) Wriothesley could easily survive The Hunger Games. (I got this twice so it must be true. Grim.. but I somehow agree. There's some analogy to his life there, I think.) Wriothesley is smart but also very stupid. (WHY DO ALL MY MUSES GET THIS.) Wriothesley likes to eat straight coffee beans. (...Listen, we've all done strange things when hungry.) Wriothesley stole a lollipop at the checkout when they were 5 and they still feel guilty about it. (Nah, he earned that lolly.) Wriothesley is an ugly crier. (You know what, I'll take it. Most people are.)

Alhaitham is tumblr famous (Got this twice. For what I wonder?) Alhaitham is very willing to eat inedible things. (<.< Is this a slight against Kaveh's cooking?) Alhaitham is a dog person. (I disagree, he's a cat person. He likes that they're independent and don't want him to play with them 24/7.) Alhaitham sleeps in until noon. (I think he has, on occasion. He's not an early bird but he isn't (my) Diluc either.) It would not take much for Alhaitham to turn evil. (Literally canon every time he brushes some evil plot and rejects it only because it turns out to be flawed.) Alhaitham is great with kids. (...I mean. Depends on the kid.) Alhaitham has a diary that they write in with a glittery gel pen. (Fun fact, I think if he found a glittery gel pen that wrote really smoothly, he'd use it. Like who cares that it glitters if it's personal notes, the writing experience is pleasant. But he's not going out to buy glitter gel pens specifically.) Alhaitham needs a nightlight to sleep. (I wanna say.. used to need. Now he just sleeps in a bedroom with a window that lets in a lot of moonlight on most nights.)

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[iantimony]

a day late because yesterday i was tooooo busy! some spoilers in here for dungeon meshi and saltburn!

listening: mostly background stuff. i still haven't played more nier: automata but the boyf got me listening to the soundtrack and it whips.

reading: more tgcf at night to soothe my frenzied brain to sleep. i finished dungeon meshi yesterday!! i did cry!!! it was so, so good, i loved it. i really liked that there was no set antagonist, per se, at least not until the very end with the fight against the winged lion, it was all just a bunch of characters with different but justifiable goals that had their aims all butting up against each other. very cool. i love kabru what a little shit

a collection of some good screenshots:

watching: many things this week. my partner is visiting for the week and we like to have videos on while we're cooking n eating so we watched...essentially the entirety of weird history food channel, started with the trader joes one and spiraled from there.

we also watched the currently-released episodes of dungeon meshi. very charming. i cannot wait to see how they animate certain scenes.

on sunday night we did a friend dinner, so me and my boyfriend, roommate and hers, and one other friend; after dinner we movie night-ed it and watched saltburn and blazing saddles:

saltburn was insane! apparently there is shock and alarm at the sex scenes, which i am not very online about it so i have no idea what people are actually saying but imo it was not that crazy. there is a solo, uh, let's call it Moment towards the end of the film that is pretty out there, but besides that the sex scenes are the least of anyone's worries in this movie. it took me WAY too long to realize that the main character was the antagonist, i'm normally pretty savvy to those kinds of twists so that took me off guard. my roommate had seen it once (or even twice?? i think?? i have no wish to watch that movie again, good for her though) and i didn't start clocking it until immediately before felix tricked oliver into going home. as they were in the car i was like "there's no fucking way that he lied about his family to felix. right. right??" oops. some good cool symbolism in there, i had a bit of an xkcd "of course everyone knows this myth" moment when my roommate was like "huh i wonder if there's a symbolic reason for the bull-man statue in the maze at the end, or felix's angel wing costume" and i was like surprise pikachu. the minotaur, the labyrinth, icarus, hello? wdym you don't know the story of the minotaur??? much to think about with this movie. i searched it on tumblr and feel like a lot of people missed the point in favor of blorbo romance but like, fair, it is the blorbo romance website. 8.5/10.

blazing saddles was our palette cleanser after that doozy of a film. my friend said at the end "anyone who thinks this movie is racist needs better media literacy" and i'm inclined to agree. yes the n word is in there - but the people saying it are so unambiguously depicted as insanely stupid and wrong, and the leading man is a charismatic handsome black man, and tbh the smartest person in the movie? arguably more homophobic (the end scenes) than racist but even then the way 'f*ggot' is deployed hit me like modern tumblr humor.

idk. even though it's a comedy it is Very clear to me that a message from this movie is "Racism Bad". i thought it was fun, didn't find the blonde lady's musical number very good or funny, got a few chuckles out of it overall. classic mel brooks. 7/10.

playing: wizord101.

making: started experimenting with english paper piecing! i forgot to take a picture yesterday so ill try to remember and add that later today. or maybe for next week's post. also started a pair of fingerless gloves for my mom

eating: my boy made us all a budae-jjigae type object on sunday and it was so so so yummy - photo from before simmering for like 30 minutes, with pork belly, spam, tofu, and a bunch of mushrooms, grunions, and kimchi:

before my roommate came back from a conference we did this cabbage and thin-sliced hotpot beef thing that was. so fucking good. we had it two separate nights in a row. just layering meat and napa cabbage and then cutting into ~2in strips, laying them in a pot, filling the center with mushrooms; make a broth of soy sauce/dashi/misc soup stock powder from leftover ramen, pour it over, simmer til cooked baby. delicious. this image is a little steamy bc i tried to take it right after opening the pot, lol

misc: wough. struggling to get back into the routine a little. i need to make more spreadsheets for my agonies (apartment hunting and determining what internships/programs to apply to for this summer). and i need to start using my planner again because i keep forgetting to do shit.

[m1ckeyb3rry]

No because Karasu just has it all no one compares to him like Aoyama stressing for good reason LMAOO

Fr no in between….Mira once again serving the community with realistic dynamic representations….

LMAOOO EXACTLY that was my exact vision for Otoya!! I think it works esp well because we know he’s such a good with the flow dude…so he’d be like ok welp boxers are swag

FR im so excited for Karasu content because I’d imagine we’d get at least like two more chapters worth of Karasu panels soooo (please let him appear more in the main series too omg) another visual added to the manifestation circle

He’s so gorgeous in the epinagi series!!! I think it’s also because the artist has more time to like thoughtfully draw everything out so there’s not as many low quality npc type panels or moments LOL

LMAO good luck coming up with the au theme!! In Mira we trust part 15 but omg a title already…is this top secret….if not…..I’d love to hear it….

SHSHSH stop this has me kicking my feet we’re like y/n and tullia in the Miraverse but on tumblr LMAOOO but SAME sometimes crack is refreshing like I’ll never saw no to a goofy moment where no one’s dying but instead they’re just involved in crazy stupid shenanigans

HSJSHSJS you’re about to collect the entire bllk cast with that thinking /j it’s ok we steer you away and back to the tabietiaken side character agenda….but yeah something about ness just doesn’t do it for me LOL but FRR I remember following along with the chameleon/Charizard rebellious phase I ate up that drama

LMFAOOOOOO BRO BROCK I can’t that’s so funny….im ngl I always lowk made fun of Brock because he’d always go for all the nurse joys and office jennys and any adult female…maybe this was the first sign to your Otoya conversion HAHA ok but you are onto something….bro knows first aid and can cook well it fr is Otoya x Barou love child……kinda a player but I’d like to think he wouldn’t cheat and also husband material without all the yelling LMAOOO

Im ngl whenever I think of Brock I think of his croagunk coming to reign him in in the Sinnoh season and also his iconic line “I’ll use this frying pan as a drying pan” when they were running in the rain….so many good memories….

Ok responding to the other response here too so I don’t keep piling on asks

TULLIA >>>>> I’ll never get over her death in pi though…I was so invested I thought she’d end up happy with toge but no??? Anyways….but I see what you mean!! I think like a lot of the insert fics I’ve seen where the mc actually enters bllk it ends up just kinda following the plot of bllk but with the addition of the mc into the main character group and that setting makes it a bit hard to add canon divergent scenes that show character growth etc…..honestly the smau was perfect because we get to see the character interactions in the realm of “girls in bllk” while not having to worry about the logistical details of plot and whatnot LOL

LMAOO Otoya and Shidou a menace to everyone in bllk im crying Karasu getting constantly targeted and attacked was hilarious and it was honestly how I envisioned their characters to be like too sooooo (the head nod emojis crack me up in general they’re so goofy but SHIDOU using them just amplified the effect by like ten times)

I snorted at that part like bro really tweeted onto social media “please take me in as your child pls I need parents get married and hurry up”

THE GRAMMAR GUARDIAN + THE ALTERNATIVE INTERPRETATION OF TBE WORDS BEING A POINT OF TEASING ISAGI WAS GOLD like I read that part and really thought “this is so big brained omg this is hilarious”

PLS DO!! These were so entertaining to read LOLLL

ALSO apparently there’s some live/talk show going on in the next day or so with some of the vas where they’re gonna release new info on s2….will keep you posted if I see anything…..

- Karasu anon

words cannot describe how perf karasu is 😔 truly i feel like i haven’t liked a character this much in AGESSSS (besides nagi) like bllk really reignited smth in me!! and YES for sure there’s def a time constraint thing but also idk if you compare otoya or barou in epinagi with karasu specifically it’s just like damn…not even trying to hide who the fav is 😭 although maybe i’m just biased because he’s MY fav

i have a few titles floating around so ofc it’s subject to change especially based on what i actually end up writing abt but atm my fav is “dragonfly dance” 🤔 haven’t picked an au yet but i’m getting a very sad feel based on what’s brewing in my mind ☝🏻 not angry sad the way hollyhock is but like regretful sad if that makes sense 😰 smth abt fighting an inevitable destiny but knowing deep down you can’t really change it…we will see though maybe it’ll end up being smth more lighthearted!!

i think brock would be so happy to have a girl be into him that the thought of cheating would NOT cross his mind he’s like peak malewife material 🤩 PLS the frying pan like is so good 😭 he’s so iconic tbh the first few seasons of pokémon looking back were SO funny on a level that i as a child could not comprehend

LMAOOO i fr pulled up w a spin move there her death in pi was so brutal honestly 😓 but yk me letting my readers be happy is a new development and a bllkverse exclusive normally i’m much meaner!! and i will say that in this version in my mind mc is actually in a different wing altogether during the first selection…she was on the same first selection team as other characters we know (maybe like hiori and aryu??) and she was def on team z but not THE team z ☝🏻 meanwhile tullia was in yet another wing (maybe with shidou) so definitely opportunities to branch away from the main plot!! but then mc and tullia do end up as 2 and 3 during second selection (replacing aryu and tokimitsu) because they’re professional players so they can score 100 goals much faster than the others which means we do circle back to being alongside the manga storyline 😔💔 i don’t even have an issue with following canon because idm messing with that — it’s more so that there isn’t necessarily a CONFLICT for the mc besides being a girl?? but she’s a way better player than most of the bllk guys so it’s not a huge issue which means she doesn’t really need to develop much as a character 😬 plus my vision for her in the NEL is literally that she stays benched for the most part because loki thinks she’ll inhibit charles’s growth too much….so honestly i’m afraid a fully fledged story might not be too entertaining (although it certainly would have its moments…karasu x mc partnership plus a deconstruction/subversion of the “i can fix him” trope with nagi plus the tullia and isagi drama going on in the background) 😵‍💫 BUT smaus are perfect!!

THE HEAD NOD EMOJIS ARE SOO FUNNY and shidou would be the one to use them unironically 😭 pls karasu getting bullied was so good LMAOAOAO when he was like “it’s just one thing after another with you today” to otoya i think that was his best line he was so done 😔💔

can’t even blame hiori for that one because his only other options for a mother and father duo in this au are tullia + isagi which would be too friendly for him, tullia + barou which is just scary (mostly because of barou), anri + ego which is even scarier because they’re BOTH crazy, and mc + nagi which would actually be a worse situation than the one he’s in…nagi is NOT cut out to be the father that stepped up 😭💔 in a world of nagiy/n shippers (aka tullia and chigiri) hiori stands alone as the sole tabiy/n shipper 😓 besides maybe otoya but tbh otoya just roots for whatever he finds the funniest at the moment

LMAOOO i think my fav parts of smaus is making random characters interact when they hardly ever do in canon…like grammar guardian isagi and womanizer otoya hardly have any scenes together in the manga but they are beefing HEAVILY over twitter!! NOT TO MENTION OTOYA AND SHIDOU GANGING UP TO BULLY KARASU AND RIN 😭 like those two genuinely do not even interact but yet they just came together so naturally in the smau and i think half of the humor is just those random unexpected relationships that end up occurring HAHAHA

ooh definitely do keep me posted!! i’m always ready for more s2 info…because it means we’re just that much closer to tabieitaken on screen + the returns of nagi and barou (and the other characters ig 😩 preparing myself for the influx of aiku and sae content that’s abt to FLOOD my dash i’m sure)

[little-mouse-adventures]

Character asks: Maia - 12; Felix Harrowgate - 31; Butler - 17 and 35 please :D

12. Crack headcanon (Maia)

Boy's tall. Idk if that's canon or not, or how much of a crack headcanon it is, but like. His grandfather apparently towered over everyone, and I think it would be funny if Maia also becomes incredibly tall and no one really notices. He's still very quiet and polite and shy, so he just kind of looks like an awkward and adorable beanpole and no one thinks much of it. And then one day he goes full Edrahasivar VII and just dominates the entire room. Suddenly everyone is very aware that their Emperor is at Hozier-levels of tallness, and can very easily look down on damn near anyone he pleases. (After Maia is done putting the fear of the gods into whomever irritated him, he looks around and everyone is staring at him wide-eyed, suddenly remembering that this is the Emperor and not just some stand-in, and Maia has no idea how to react except to very politely ask Csevet to fetch everyone some calming tea)

31. If the had a tumblr what would it look like? (Felix Harrowgate)

Oh god. At first, before the events of the series, it's a collection of holier-than-thou vagueposts and long essays about obscure magical texts, and some length arguments about how wrong some of those texts are. Occasional vanity selfies, the kind where he pretends it wasn't a selfie and was just a casual picture someone happened to take of his best angle, while he was wearing his best jacket and had his hair just so.

Then shit goes down for him, and while he doesn't use tumblr much during his bout of madness, the few times he does it's to post borderline incomprehensible ramblings about the animal heads around him and what that means and the fantome in the tower and other such things, that those who followed him are all like. "Uh. you good, bro?" (he doesn't answer and disappears for another three months before his next post about the ghosts in the maze).

After the Troia adventure, there's a lot of the same kind of long-winded magical essays and arguments, but now they've shifted from being obscure topics to being slightly taboo topics. Lots of aesthetic pictures where he wonders if anyone else can see the ghosts or the noirance, and people start to think he's trolling.

In exile, again, long bout of ghosting. When he starts posting again, it consists of a lot of aesthetic pics of foxes and the Corambis countryside. There's yet more magical essays (he cannot shut up for the life of him) but they're not nearly as aggressive now, and seem more like someone wanting to share cool information rather than prove how much better and smarter he is than everyone else.

He's blocked anything to do with rubies.

17. Quotes, songs, poems, etc. that I associate with them (Butler)

Honestly it really depends on what AU/ fic I'm fixating on. There's not really a hard-and-fast "oh yes this is The Blorbo through-and-through!" thing for him. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

35. Their idea of a perfect day (Butler)

April 25, not too hot, not too cold, all you need is a light jacket

Sorry. Anyways. Early morning, bit of time to himself to enjoy his coffee while he makes plans for the day. Bit of work to keep the mind occupied, interspersed with some cooking or gardening (or both, getting veggies from the garden to cook with). Someone decides to fuck around with his Principal in the afternoon, so he has a chance to be threatening and punch someone and generally engage in his dramatic side, but nothing that involves actual physical harm to his charge or himself. Then some meditation to calm down, and a chance to read his book before bed.

[night-market-if]

Paper Moons Part 2

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I felt my stomach rumble as Elias began lighting the burners and cooking something that smelled out right heavenly.  Placing a hand over my abdomen, I tried not to look too eager. I could feel the sharp jut of my ribs, however, and couldn’t remember when the last time I ate was.

“I will help you,” I told them, dragging my eyes back to Reese. “In trade for protection.”

“Trade?” The darker skinned man leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms in front of his chest.  “Why wouldn’t you just ask for coin?”

I needed that too. But coin I could earn elsewhere. Protection, I could not.  “I am not a fighter, my lord,” I told him softly.  “Even if I were to buy a weapon, it is doubtful I would be able to use it. And I have learned, since becoming a Graceling, that we are viewed as a commodity much more than we are viewed as an individual.”

Two days after I had received my shard of grace, I had been pinned in an alley as traders tried to knock me unconscious and drag me to the butchers.  They left my lip bloody and two of my fingers broken. But I had managed to get away by sheer luck alone.  Since then, all I had was luck.  A vantage that had worked so far but I didn’t want to keep risking myself.

“You wear gloves,” Reese said, nodding to the brown wool fingerless gloves on the table next to me. “How do they even see it?”

I glanced down at my hand. The grace shone in a dull pulse against my palm. It was a jagged shard, pressed into my flesh.  The skin was slightly raised there, an opaque luminosity beneath my pale skin.  I curled my fingers around it.  “I am afraid I didn’t know the rules of the Night Market well.  Numerous people saw me before I could afford to buy gloves and even now, if I have to take them off for anything and someone sees, they are quick to report me for a bounty.”

From the stove, Elias sighed.  “Grace is a beautiful shard of peace and tranquility. But in the wrong hands, it can turn ugly so very quick.” Turning, he set a plate of what looked like blue eggs and soft bread in front of me. “I apologize for how you have been treated, Graceling,” he said sadly. “Especially if my kind is at fault.”

“You’re a fallen?” I asked in surprise.

He nodded.  When Reese scooted his chair out, Elias plopped himself in his lap.  I felt my heart soften as he wrapped an arm around the celestial.  The two of them looked the antithesis of each other. One light, one dark. One soft and one hard.  But there was a softness between them that was easily seen.  A bond that spoke deeply of love and comfort.

“For quite some time now,” Elias said. “I was using my own grace to help Gabriel but–”

“But that will not be happening anymore,” Reese interrupted.

I looked between the two of them. Reese’s jaw was set in a hard line and Elias looked… sad.  “I just want our boy to be okay,” he whispered.  There was no response to it though. It was apparent that this was not the first time this had been discussed between them.  

“Eat,” Reese nodded to my plate. “It’s not much but we’ll spare what we can.”

Elias perked up at that. “Yes. We should have more coin soon. Reese just got a new job down at the docks.  We’ll have an abundance of food to share.”

“And I’ll figure out a way to give you that protection,” Reese said firmly. “Can’t shadow you everywhere but maybe I can get you an amulet of some sort. You know any magic before coming to the Night Market?”

I shook my head. “No, my lord.”

“Stop with this, my lord shit,” he said. “It’s Reese. This is Elias.  We are on first names here.”

I swallowed, pushing my food around with my fork. “I’m afraid I cannot give you my name,” I told them.

While Reese clearly didn’t understand, Elias nodded.  “That is okay.  You must know though that you are revered Graceling.  I thank you from the bottom of my heart.  Your devotion must have been so strong to receive such a gift from the Knowing.”

I flexed my fingers but said nothing.  With devotion often came sacrifice.

“Eat, kiddo,” Reese said softly. “I don’t know what all you did in there but it was a lot.”

I didn’t wait any further. I began shoveling in the food as quick as I could, feeling my stomach cramp in pain at the foreign concept of actually having sustenance again. Food that was not moldy or dug from the bins outside the Spice District.  When I was done, Elias placed another plate in front of me, smiling encouragingly. He looked like he wished to reach out and hug me but seemed to think better of it and went back to Reese’s side, snuggling in close.  

When I was finished, I felt my eyes growing heavy.  “I should return home,” I told them.  “But I can come back in the morning if that is alright. Begin another treatment.”

“Why don’t you stay here tonight,” Elias said.  “It is late and you have traveled far.  And it will give Reese time to figure out how to offer you protection.”  

Reese grunted in approval as he stood.  “I’ll get the couch made up.” It was clear neither of them were going to take no for an answer.

They ushered me into a cluttered living room where books and weapons and odd bits of paraphernalia were stacked and scattered.  The sofa was clean though with such warm quilts draped across it.  I think I was asleep before I even laid down.  When I awoke in the middle of the night, the house was quiet, several thick blankets tucked under my chin.  Something disturbed me though.  

Blinking at my surroundings I tried to peer into the dark, remembering that I had just trusted two strangers with a fallen in their house. Perhaps that was a mistake on my end seeing as how their story could very well be a lie. The fallen could be here on false pretenses. He could be here to attract unsuspecting Graceling’s like me. He could–

A crash sounded from the other room.

Gabriel.

Slowly, I rose, tip toeing to look through the crack in the door.  The bed was empty, sheets tossed aside.  With the flat of my hand, I pushed the door open a little further. The man was over by the vanity in the corner of the room, the muscles of his back bunched and tensed.  He was bent, arms braced on the surface of the vanity, hair hanging in soft curls in front of his face.  Low slung pants clung to his hips but his back and chest were bare.  From where I stood, I could see the slit where his wings had been and the bloody and ragged scars that were now in their place.

I was just about to back out of the room when his head snapped up. Black, voidless eyes stared at me through the mirror.

I jumped, stumbling backwards.  He turned around quickly, storming across the room and smashing open the door.  He had me before I could even cry out, pinning me to the wall, his grip surprisingly strong as he pressed his body to my front. I blinked up at him, the hold he had on my wrists nearly burning.  

“Who are you?” his voice was deep and raked over with gravel.  I could feel the feverish heat of his skin as his chest was pressed to mine, my entire body pinned to the wall with the weight of his.

“I’m a Graceling,” I said quickly.  “Your fathers called upon me for help.”

He tipped his head to the side, a feral wild call ringing in his eyes.  

Swallowing thickly, I tried to wriggle out of his grip but felt him shift closer, his hips pressed tightly against my own.

“I’m here to help you,” I whispered to him.  “You’re Gabriel. Your fathers are Reese and Elias.  They have summoned me to help with the madness.”

He looked conflicted, the skin around his eyes twitching as I knew he struggled to grasp onto my words.  “You’re the angel,” he said.

“No. I know that can be confusing but no. I’m just a mortal.”

“No,” he said, grip loosening as he dipped his head to drop onto my shoulder. I could feel his lips move over the collar of my dress. “You made the pain go away. You made the sound of screaming stop.” He released me then, his hands falling to his side, his head still pressed into the crook of my neck.  

I swallowed thickly as I brought a trembling hand up to card through the back of his sweaty locks.  “I tried to help,” I told him. “And I’m going to continue to try and help.” I shivered as I felt his lips curiously mouth across my bare skin. “Let’s get you back to bed,” I told him softly. “You are unwell.  You need to rest.”

“Rest,” he whispered.

“Yes. Rest. Can you- can you walk?”

When he pulled away, he blinked at me muzzily, as if he wasn’t aware why he was even here to begin with.  “Yes?”

I tried to smile at him encouragingly, applying firm pressure to push him off of me. He went willingly then and with very little effort, I got him tucked back into bed, but his eyes were still wide and shocky.  He was tracking my every move.

“Are you in pain?” I asked. It was far too soon for another treatment but I didn’t feel as if I could just leave him laying here, staring into the dark.  When he shook his head, I bit the swell of my lip, unsure what I was supposed to do.  The man was now a motionless calm as his senses seemed to be somewhat returning. At least for the moment. But he was probably in need of rest, a bath, and a good meal.

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five years, a clark x orm fanfic

note: sorry, I realized I never posted the updates on Tumblr! will be posting all the chapters on here until I’m caught up!

Chapter 6

Arthur has been staring for seven minutes. Something’s different about his little brother, but he can’t quite place it. The younger Atlantean never gives anything away, but today’s not different from any other time spent together—he’s determined to crack his brother’s stoic facade. 

There, right there.

He hadn’t seen it the first time, but once he noticed it, oh it’s game over.

“What’s got you in such a good mood, Ormie?”

“I have told you not to call me that,” the King of Atlantis snaps. His annoyance still doesn’t deter Arthur, who keeps grinning and floating lazily in the map room. Orm doesn’t lift his gaze, studying the mess of plans before him. “I am in no mood.”

“You’re always in a mood. Today, it just so happens it’s a good one.”

The sigh that escapes Orm gives Arthur pause. Did he read wrong? No, wait there. It happened again.

“You keep doing that with your hand.”

“Doing what.”

Arthur tries to mimic the gesture, an aborted semi-circle, like a little fish trying to turn on its tail. It’s cute, suspiciously cute. Orm has other tells, but this one is new. He’s never seen it before. He might not have been paying attention… or maybe Orm has never been happy to see him? Nah . Arthur’s a treat to be around, even if he (apparently) threatens the throne.

“I do not do that.”

“Mhm, if you say so.” Arthur swims closer, crowding his brother’s space with a ridiculous grin. He has years of brotherly needling to catch up on. It’s his fated duty to be extra annoying. He doesn’t want the throne; all he’s ever wanted is a brother. So, he’s here with all his overwhelming affection.

He keeps staring and grinning.

“What, Arthur? There is no mood! There is nothing for you to worry about.”

“Did you have a good lunch?”

“Lunch was acceptable, as always.”

“The palace hires the finest cooks, yeah, yeah, I know.” 

He keeps circling Orm like the most petulant shark. Arthur’s brows raise with amusement. “Is it a girl? Oh, a boy? No, no, a Wright?”

“I would never,” Orm snaps. He detests the customs of the Wright Kingdom, and their incessant nuzzling. Arthur knows that. Honestly, Arthur loves the otter-people. It’s why he volunteered to be Atlantis’ delegate; he has no problem swimming around holding Prince Hopi’s hand while they discuss anything but politics. “I am betrothed to Mera. You know that.”

“I did not. Who’s Mera? Is she hot? I bet she’s hot in a murder way.” Everyone in Atlantis is hot in a murder way. Or a tentacle way. At least, that’s what Topo says.

“Mera is of average temperature. If she was hot, we should concern ourselves with illness, not murder.” Or poison. 

Orm never reveals the source of his hand-wiggle, and he keeps his hand balled in a fist throughout the rest of Arthur’s stay, so as not to indicate anything. Arthur keeps prying, but he gets nothing and that’s boring.

They only have so much time together, between running a Kingdom and being a member of the Justice League. Arthur considers their time precious and important. Time spent with Orm helps remind him that Arthur wants nothing to do with the crown. Not now and not ever, unless Orm wants to step down. He’ll do it for his brother and his mother, but no one else.

Tipping his head, Arthur touches the comms device in his ear.

“I’ve gotta go. League business.”

“I am not a child.” Orm glares. 

“You be good, kiddo. I’ll see you in two weeks?”

“Very well.”

Arthur picks Orm up in a bear hug, spinning him and ruffling his hair.

***

Two weeks pass and Arthur has not been seen. Normally, Orm would not brother with their absence. There is a mysterious ache in his chest at the distance, but he accords it to the consequences of strenuous training. A king cannot afford to go out of practice; a challenge can arise at any time and he must be ready.

He does not understand the intricacies of the Justice League, only that they are heroes, however nebulous the term might seem to him. From what he has learned from Arthur, occasionally, missions do not go as planned. That is fine. What is not fine is the way the hammock has begun to rot on the island from disuse and their flowers have withered. Clark has been gone longer than Arthur, almost a month, and perhaps it is Orm’s own fault for not questioning his absence sooner.

He has a kingdom to run. Clark has a surface to… exist in. These are their responsibilities.

Clark had mentioned this city, briefly, as the home of Superman. Each of the members of his League have staked a claim on their own cities: the Flash and Green Lantern in Central City, Batman in Gotham, Arthur in Amnesty Bay and Wonder Woman in Paris. While he may not show any interest in these other surface dwellers, save for the princess, Orm still listens.

Metropolis is vile. Ugly. There is no colour here, only grays. Their vehicles sport basic colours, nothing close to the rich gleams found within the sea . He notes the way they move and the people inside them. Surely, someone will know where to find the hero of their city. He steps into the middle of oncoming traffic, ignoring the vile screech of those moving cans. 

“Bring me Superman!” He demands, raising his trident in the air.

The vehicles swerve around them. Surface dwellers yell at him, and one dares to make his way towards him. He is the King of Atlantis, do they not know what it means to challenge him? He will not mourn their deaths.

“Hey, ass—”

He swings his weapon, intending harm. He has made his demands. He will not repeat himself. The impact is halted by the hand of another. The League boasts only one woman, and the one before him is made of something other than wonder. She stares at him with narrowed emerald eyes—she has no pupils and no iris, only a haunting green glow embedded into her face. Her skin is unlike any surface dweller he has crossed, a deep orange, like the sunsets on his island.

The human scurries away, glancing back at the Amazon-like stranger. She is tall and she is strong, but he harbours no doubts that he can defeat her.

“What business do you have with Superman?”

“Bring him to me and I will tell him directly.”

She seems to consider it, despite her impassive expression. “No.”

“Then, I will simply rid myself of all who stand in my way.”

His opponent is fast. She moves with a speed and strength that rivals Superman. He strikes at her, and she leverages flight to gain the high ground. No matter. With the magic of his trident, the winds bend to his will. They sweep her up into a hurricane, along with a handful of other surface objects.

With her out of his way, he can resume his search for his loved one. 

Now, where to begin?

The woman gives him no reprieve, darting through the maelstrom and crashing into him. She collides into him with enough strength they crater the street beneath him. Still, this is only a fraction of the pressure of the sea’s depths.

Snarling at him, her clothes give way to black armor, as black as her flame-tipped hair, crawling across her skin. Armor is not the correct word for it, there are obsidian spikes on her shoulder and hips. Her arms and legs are covered, but her soft belly is left exposed, a critical design flaw. In that moment, he decides that he will gore her belly to prove that Atlantean weaponry is superior to anything the surface can create.

“Shame,” she hisses. “Any of the League would have let you live.”

Orm huffs, unafraid. Does she truly think that this is the end for him? Not even close. He flicks his wrist. Static fills the air moments before the lightning strikes her.

She cackles wildly, her eyes widening. Raising her hand, a spear materializes from her palm, blooming outwards as she absorbs the lightning.

“Tell me your business with Superman and perhaps, I will let you live.”

“No.”

He bucks her off him, and she flips, floating in the air. This time, their blows are concussive, each strike and parry echoing with resounding boom throughout Metropolis. The humans have sought cover from the lightning and the damages caused by these two warriors. Orm knees her in the stomach, but dark fire summoned in her hand burns him. The sensation is agony, akin to being without water for days— weeks. She begins to rain fire on him, so he summons a storm. Each droplet rejuvenates him and renews his efforts.

“Bring me Superman,” he demands through grit teeth.

“N—”

A blur of red and blue crashes into her, taking her into the nearest building. The sound of pummeling fists is even louder than their clashing weapons.

Orm’s brow furrow.

“Super—”

It happens just as quickly to him. The attack and this time, the impact winds him. Above him, Clark snarls. His blue eyes have turned black, and a spider web of  dark veins surrounds the skin around them. That is not his Clark. His Clark would never raise a fist against him without reason—his soul is too gentle for that.

Superman catches the black spear thrown in his direction. The armored woman pulls herself out of the wreckage, blood trickling down her nose.

“Blot out the sun and restrain him!”

For a moment, Orm thinks to tell her that he takes orders from no one, but her spear is already disintegrating, sticking to the skin of Clark’s hand, and he knows there is little time. He uses his trident to hook Clark close and hold him close as he begins to thrash. The woman launches herself at them, and her armor begins to encase Clark.

Superman’s screams are deafening.

It wears on him, gnawing at his chest and he recognizes this feeling as guilt. Orm remains steadfast, despite his regret in trusting this stranger.

“Let’s see how you like it.”

Emerald railroad spikes appear out of nowhere and pin Komand’r to the ground. They fly towards Orm, and he is forced to release Clark to dodge. A man dressed in black and green, donning a mask over his black eyes, floats above them in the sky. He traps the woman in a circular green prison, and Orm in a strange box with a gentle wind.

What strange nonsense is this?

“Harold, if you do not release me, I will beat your ass.” She bangs against the walls of her prison.

“Hot,” the man purrs, grinning in return.

Orm’s only addition is a single question: “Am I supposed to perish listening to the stupidity of this conversation?”

The woman turns to look at him, tilting her head, as if he’d offended her. “You are in a pet dryer, you sloth-brained nitwit. It will kill you slowly and gently.”

He has no frame of reference as to what a pet dryer is, but the threat of death has him trying different tactics to get out, including banging against the construct’s walls, and trying to summon the elements to work in his favour. None work. The air within the dryer begins to dehydrate him, and his lungs burn. The agony centers at his chest, where his heart strains.

“Hal,” the woman’s voice softens as she presses her hand against the emerald wall. “It is me. You promised you would be my safety. You swore it. Hal, there is a reason you are a Lantern. You are stubborn, fight it and help me find what is ours.”

She provides a perfect distraction for him, but before he can do anything at all, the green disappears. The man takes Superman with him, retreating into the sky. He watches as she tries to go after them, too weak to fly.

“So,” he says, masking his pain. His weight presses entirely on his trident. “You too, then.”

[w9ndererdotcom]

“sorry for not being there.” | xiao argument  and the aftermath

warnings:

my first ever time writing on tumblr so sorry for crappy style😭😭

might contain some bad grammar or spelling

xiao yelling at you and comparing you to traveler

yeah all of that..............................

angst and then fluff at the end

reader with they/them pronouns.

the adeptus infront of you scoffed, “how could you let this happen?” he spoke, his gaze on your injuries around you.

you only looked a different direction, avoiding his gaze. shamefully and awkwardly.

deciding to break the awkward atmosphere between you you spoke up “i.. didn’t want to bother you.” you admitted to him, fidgeting with your fingers.

he sighed, again. the anger inside him growing, he doesn’t know what to say or do. especially if it comes to his s/o. who was harmed.

so you see, you were commissioned to go defeat a big number of camps nearby liyue harbor, guili plains, mingyun village, and the list goes on...

“i’ve told you before, have i not? when you find yourself in danger or cannot kill, speak my name.” he looked away pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration.

“such a simple easy matter, yet you couldn’t do it. how weak.”

this caused you to stop thinking, fidgeting your hands and everything. its as if everything around you stopped for a whole second.

xiao never called you weak, never.

“you know, the traveler would’ve .........” he rambled and scolded on how apparently the traveler is better then you.

he must’ve forgotten how fragile mortals can be, he’s not thinking twice. wasting no time and comparing you to the almighty traveler.

you just stood there, stupidly. like a lost child. truth be told; you were lost. you were losing your sanity, the past few days xiao has been taking his anger off you and comparing you to the ‘famous traveler’.

“are you even listening to me??” he was starting to raise his voice. he never raised his voice at you.

“you know, if the traveler is that better then me.. why dont we break this off and they‘ll be your s/o.” you snapped. you couldn’t take in anymore.

pure silence, it wasn’t comforting at all. it was awkward and hatred was in the air.

but his eyes showed; he didnt mean to compare you to the traveler, they were getting glossy yet he held back the tears. he wants you, only you. no random traveler with a annoying pixie fairy can replace that. yet he didnt say anything.

you felt your vision get blurry from the tears escaping your eyes, you sighed. it was quiet for far too long.

“you know what, never mind. im leaving.” you wiped your tears, walking past your ‘boyfriend’.

“y/n wait-”

“save it.” you left wangshu inn, despite all your injuries and you limping as you walk.

he just stood there, devastated. he couldn’t believe what just happened.

he dropped to his knees, every disgusting negative emotion possible coming to him.

“no, no, no, no, please, y/n. not you too.”

mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmxiaoswaist

i mean

it has been a few days since the argument, and he waited and waited and waited..

just for you to come back home to him.

all he wanted now was you in his arms again, despite his tsundere-like attitude.

he’s teleported to numerous places in liyue, desperate to find you. and he couldn’t.

more negative thoughts filled and took over his head, what if you died?

he teleported, day and night. he isn’t giving up on you. 

“xiao?” a familiar squeaky voice spoke from behind.

stunned, he turned around. his eyes full of worry, but soon calmed down from the presence of the familiar traveler.

“we’ve been commissioned to- hey wait! xiao!!” he wasted no time listening to the annoying pixie, and teleported back to the inn.

tired, he returned to his usual spot where he usually patrolled over liyue.

before he could though, “ah, xiao. you’ve returned. here.” verr goldet (boss lady, owner of wangshu inn) handed the adeptus almond tofu.

he was amazed from the smell, he was starving. he hasn’t eaten anything ever since your argument. he refused to eat anything that wasn’t your cooking.

“a special someone cooked this and ask to drop this off.” the lady spoke with her usual greeting smile.

he could only stare, awkwardly.

“..thanks.” he grabbed the plate, but something snapped.

special someone?

instantly, he teleported to the top of the inn. where you two usually hung out.

he placed the plate down, and looked for you.

there you were, watching the sunset.

“y/n..” he made his way to you slowly, carefully, taking his time as if you were to disappear.

you turned around with a smile on your face.

“xiao!” you greeted, quite happily. as if you two didn’t have argument a few days ago.

“you aren’t.. mad?” he was confused and stopped his tracks, awkwardly staring at your now aided and bandaged bruises and cuts.

“mad? how come?” a confused expression was all over your face, but xiao was even more confused.

before he could ask more “i’ve missed you! come, sit next to me..” you invited him over, moving a bit over for some space.

he wasted no time and sat next to you, distancing a bit in case you want to push him away.

you insisted on pulling him closer, he awkwardly nudged closer to the point you pulled him by his arm and you rested your head onto his shoulder.

his eyes widen, why was this so familiar? nostalgic? 

it was quiet, far too quiet. yet it was comforting. the sunset made the scene even prettier.

“you.. don’t remember?” he broke the silence slowly holding your hand.

“hmm, what i remember.. is someone saw me passed out on the road due to the amount of injuries i had, they took me in and cared for me for a few days, i guess. which is why i couldn’t reach to you.”

so you don’t remember.

“i.. i see.” he awkwardly replied.

“i’m sorry.” you spoke gently closing your eyes.

xiao replied “no,” and took both of your hands, making you face him.

‘archons.. what am i doing?’

“i’m.. i should be the one apologizing. i’m so sorry, y/n.” he spoke quietly, leaning your foreheads together. he surely has no idea what he’s doing.

“hm? what are you saying sorry for?” you asked.

“for not being there.”

how was that? did u like it? i hope u did, cause this is my first time writing on tumblr so im still finding this out.😭

[samisha99]

Online Chat Mod Dev Preview!

Legit NO IDEA what to call this but I wanted to share more stuff, here's a lot of videos of dev stuff I've been cooking for this mod, first of all... the chat in action!

Completely LOCAL functionality!

Every emote and sticker used gets printed in the chat, and even the system will figure out if it was directly meant for you and of course, for them too!

In this test, I was the only who had this mod in the lobby, so functionality wise its more like a QoL in thsi case, but I want to add more features to it, of course this video is super old (2 months ago) but not a lot has changed for this one in case anyone wondering.

(Apparently I cannot upload more than one vid, rip)

Many pingables and even mod support for the mod!

I've been working for the last few months to implement some modding features, allowing people to directly alternate this mod through two cases, inserting references for script names YOU made and adding the localization for those references to be used, causing the mod to print the right message!

Speaking of localization, this mod should be translatable, allowing it to be user friendly for people who have language barriers, while keeping or/and alternate the formatting.

As an example here's the localization file containing references that are used in this mod:

This system allows it to be very easy to implement, I'll explain further in a seperate guide, but to make it short, no coding, and the stuff that requires coding, is at best, a few lines!!!!

And that way it was made also allows you to support all the languages (even more btw, there's ways to mod more language packages), making the mod able to be used by people with language barriers.

Conclusion

If you weren't aware, 3 years ago, a mod like this was released, with the same idea of online communication, sadly, the mod was removed because the moderation in it was impossible, and showed that we have some interesting people in our community that are downright bad apples, some of those were exposed for terrible behavior to theft.

This is my attempt in returning this mod, completely moderated under YOU, with YOU knowing fully what is happening, with YOU interacting through cute and wholesome emotes, and pinging point of interests for others to see.

This is the Online Chat Project, also known as Online Communication and SSPingSystem in the source code because I am bad with names.

Thank you all if you read through all of this, I'm still getting the grasp of Tumblr, but I am ENJOYING the amount of possibilities you can do, I think I will getting to like this a lot.

Anyways, I'll see you all around, or when I post more of my content!

-Sami

[pummedraws]

So, apparently, idiot Musk guy is going to remove Twitter from EU because he doesn’t want to follow the law.

Means if this is going to happen, I will lose all of my stuff I ever posted on there, my mutuals, my followers, just everything. I use it every day and I am so happy about my Twitter dash content there, I managed to follow awesome people and see good stuff and being blessed with all the new art I see there every day, I chat with people...

And now it’s probably taken away and I am only *slightly* freaking out.

I try to be active on Tumblr here but the vibe just doesn’t fit. It’s not as interactive as Twitter is, and just... odd to use. I am an ‘old Tumblr times’-gal and it just never worked for me as a Twitter substitute.

Besides that, I cannot post all of my art here. It’s insane.

Idk what to do. Sure, it hasn’t happened yet and in germany we say ‘nothing is eaten as hot as it is cooked’, but...with Musk being the stupid idiot he is, chances are high it’s going to happen and I want to cry.