#bear tangent oops

[astroi]

I didn't say it was common knowledge, but a ninja fan would know more than the average ninjagian. Right? You'd think so, since he bragged about how much he knew about them? The ninja record their adventures to an extent (at the very least in police records). What did the city folk think happened when the oni invaded? lmao The ninja didn't share what happened or why? Also if mystaké was just telling anyone who asks nicely about the oni & dragon, shouldn't more people know? Lol.

You know what this reminds me of: the lost word for 🐻, we call them bears but that was just the old word for brown. There was a word for 🐻 before but people were afraid speaking of them would summon them so the word was forgotten. the dreamzzz crossover addresses this, so idk it's funny.

...he's also part dragon and part Oni.

[random-autie-fangirl]

I think Chara never really believed in Asgore's idea of peace between humans and monsters while they were alive

They might well have been the one to tell Asriel about the bombs, the guns and the flamethrowers. They told him about human warfare and cruelty

I think they thought a war was inevitable, the only thing was to make sure the monsters won and "a terrifying beast with unfathomable power" seemed like it might help

There's some debate over whether Chara's main ambition was to kill the humans or save the monsters but I think Chara might have just considered those the same goal. Monsters cannot live happily or freely while humans are still around.

It was Chara's duty to eradicate the evil and unworthy so their chosen people can inherit the perfect, promised land, that is what Asgore meant by "you are the future of humans and monsters", right? (Now you might be saying "calm down, Chara, you're not the messiah?" Yeah, well, to Chara they are…)

I already said I believe Chara to be an incredibly proud child, yeah? Well, this is the other side of it, they believe themselves to be uniquely special and capable compared to everyone else so they alone must bear the burden of saving monsterkind.

This 13 year old believes they should be the perfect arbiter of who is good and evil, who should live and who should die!

I think I might have gone on a bit of a tangent there, oops!

[unidentifiedprimate]

Actually I'm not done.

Telling a Story Through Touch Part 3 - Conclusion

Something kept bothering me.

This

is after the turning point. But when Herbert goes to touch Dan, something stops him. I told myself it was just residual hesitation. They're not fully there yet. Herbert's not entirely comfortable with his former level of physical affection.

But it kept nagging at me. Because after the "Let me", after the shoulder touch, after the hand grab... Herbert SHOULD be able to touch Dan here. But he can't. Why?

It's because of this:

When Francesca comes into the house and confronts Dan, she breaks the spell.

I'm going to go off on a Dan tangent for a bit, so bear with me.

Dan is such a complicated person. I see him as growing up in a happy nuclear family, popular in school, always following the rules and being a Good Boy. He dates the right girls. He wants to become a doctor.

He's NORMAL.

But inside, there's this part of him that he has always suppressed. He's kind and caring, yes, but to the point of obsession. He's a nice guy, but he has a rage that slips out when he's stressed. He wants to help people, but he'll go far past the point of what is sensible in order to do it.

The first time he meets Herbert, he sees him tear into a highly respected doctor who should have power over Herbert by controlling his grades. But Herbert doesn't care about Hill's status or his authority. He is utterly fearless, brash, and rude. Dan has never been any of those things. He's shocked, but I think he's also impressed. He envies Herbert's total self-confidence.

And then Herbert moves in with Dan, and ultimately presents him with the most astounding display of genius and arrogance that he's ever seen. Herbert West is so daring, so sure of his abilities, that he's going to defeat Death itself.

And Dan is hooked. This work scratches an itch he didn't even realize he had.

But he still thinks of himself as a Normal Guy. And throughout both movies, he clings to this idea that he hasn't changed. Herbert is the weird one, even though Dan is right beside him every step of the way.

In Bride, I see Dan as completely compartmentalizing two versions of himself: Normal Dan, who exists outside of the house, and Weird Dan, who only comes out at home in the basement with Herbert. When he's at the hospital or grocery shopping or doing anything else outside in the world, he doesn't think of himself as the passionate scientist fighting against Death by whatever means necessary. He is so far removed from that side of himself that he doesn't even realize that inviting Francesca to dinner at his house means that she would come to his HOUSE, where he LIVES WITH HERBERT and does HORRIFYING UNETHICAL EXPERIMENTS. It doesn't occur to him. Normal guys invite girls over. And Dan is a Normal Guy.

(Dan: Oh. Oops.)

Even at home, he will bring that idea of himself inside - enough to feel repulsed by what he's doing and tell Herbert he's going to leave. But as soon as Herbert reminds him of the magnitude of the work, he's back. It's like a switch is flipped, and the obsessive, driven, weirdo Dan comes back out.

Normal Dan: I am charming and kind.

Weird Dan: Hell yes let's build a new Meg out of stolen body parts.

But Dan has been fighting that side. He keeps trying to hold onto his clean image of himself, and stop himself from falling headlong into the role that Herbert wants him to fill. It's Weird Dan that Herbert needs (that he loves). Normal Dan is useless to him, and kind of hates him. Weird Dan is the Dan that Herbert saw and drew out. The one who can be a real partner to him. His Dan.

When Dan grabs his arm and says "Let me," Herbert knows that that Dan is back in charge. And that's when he's comfortable enough to touch him again.

But then Francesca comes. And she forces him to confront the realities he has been pushing away.

Francesca fighting the Bride is really like a fight between Dan's two sides; Francesca represents a normal life, and the Bride (of course) represents a life with Herbert.

And Francesca is winning. Normal Dan is resurfacing, and he doesn't like what he helped create.

And that's what stops Herbert when he reaches out. That's not his Dan anymore.

When Dan fully rejects the Bride, Herbert tries to salvage it.

Forget it. She's nothing. It means nothing. We'll start again. We'll do it better. It'll be better. (I'll be better.)

But it's over. At the end of Re-Animator when Herbert is in trouble, Dan reaches for him. Even with Meg there, Dan reaches out to Herbert.

But at the end of Bride, he barely even looks at Herbert. He's made a choice. And when he reaches down into the earth, he's reaching for Francesca. He pulls her out, and he lets Herbert get buried. Along with all their work - their life - together.

[burinazar]

[warning: post about my ‘personal’ ‘romantic’ ‘life’, got a little mopey and oversharey. This Is Tumblr, So Im Posting It Anyway]

I sometimes conceptualize of myself as getting online crushes at the drop of a hat, but in fact that is not true. i develop a vague attraction to some online acquaintance about once every one to two years (and then do nothing about this since the idea of such a thing being mutual is…i mean, i’m not delusional, i’m aware it’s zero. stats irl bear this sort of thing out as far as anyone ever “liking me back.” I also can’t bear the humiliation and indignity of expressing such a thing and how pathetic and presumptuous I’d feel doing so, like a crawling worm that thinks it’s a human. Anyway,)

once every couple years …objectively isn’t “often”! most probably the reason I think “oh that happens so often” is that it, uh, does happen ‘often’ compared to the frequency with which I fall for people in real life. crushes number in the single digits and falling in love happened once, ever, catastrophically and extremely badly, for about four years, pathetically and unrequitedly, until it was finally snuffed out by lack of proximity, like suffocating a fire for lack of oxygen.

I’m slightly afraid it never ended and mostly try not to think about it. I accidentally did something really strange to myself a couple weeks ago by (hilariously, it was thru finding my old homestuck art and then thinking about my life at the time) remembering the wrong memories — Like, it was…trigger-adjacent? Idk I don’t like to use that word about myself I’ve never felt like I had a right — Anyway it was really bad I was in bed like shaking and crying and thinking, it never ended, it never ended, it will never end, I just achieve denial, that’s all I can do, I just wrap myself up in the comfort of imagining A&N or B&V and filling my heart with imagining their love but you idiot it’s all just lying to yourself and forgetting that I’ll never again know the peace and happiness I felt at [redacted]’s side and how that was so much better than nothing even if it would never be returned and ten years going by proves that, just like I knew then, it was once in a lifetime

…this was supposed to be a lighthearted post. Oops! Aaanyway, yes, your local Ebil develops some kind of vague online attraction every so often and then does not do anything about it ever. I think the part of my brain that does that kind of refocuses onto fictional love in a weird way? we’re going to go down a really weird path if i try to explore that further though and I didn’t like the way my mind went there when I —let’s say Mentally Stepped On a Rake as described above

tangent: one of the reasons i can get irrationally hurt over people being dicks about my handful of treasured ships is that part of me is like “you won’t even let me have THAT????” yeah yes i know that doesn’t make any fucking sense. christ. no i swear this post was meant to be lighthearted. oh man

[jimboo]

Barbie movie rant:

I loved it.

I think the movie was able to deliver a message to not only their youngest of audience members, but also to those that weren’t really the target audience. I don’t want to spoil it too much (or at all, tldr: go watch the movie) so bear with me.

I need to get this out of the way. I LOVED KEN. I loved all of these characters, especially Allan and his little moments, but Ryan Gosling’s Ken was by far the most stand out amongst the rest of the characters. Ken is able to feel these emotions of anger and resentment and just overall displacement in BarbieLand that Barbie herself never felt before because the land was *made* for her, by her, and it’s perfect for HER. That’s not the emphasis the movie was going for, but I’m kind of stupid when analyzing things I enjoy.

Barbie of course was also the best thing to come of this, she was 3 dimensional and she felt like more than just a character. She grew, she learned lessons all because she was experiencing dread for the first time ever. Was I slightly sad that Barbie never dated Ken? Yes. But that wasn’t needed for the movie to be great, she already knew who she was without Ken, she was the one that was made first. Ken was *just Ken* a companion that you could buy for Barbie, that is if the other Barbie’s weren’t available.

Ken was created for Barbie, and finding your own identity was a very big theme for Ken. He LOVES Barbie, wanting to be there for her, spend any time SHE had with him. Her free time included the other Barbies, but Ken didn’t mind because he was literally designed to not mind.

Tangent, oops

but still, Finding your identity and Coming to terms with what life is/what you want to make your life are the key themes. Barbie realized, hey, maybe feeling not perfect all the time is alright! and maybe there’s more to life than beach and dream house and parties. Ken realized that his true purpose in life isn’t to be by Barbie’s side all the time, and that finding what makes him happy without her and pursuing other things is fine, and natural.

I think I did good on spoilers for the most part, but sorry if there were some

[blo0dsta1ned]

Day at the docs ✌🏻

[nightshade-minho]

-Inferno-

Warnings: public sex, insinuated break-up, cheating (kind of), fingering, oral (f. receiving), exhibitionism, unprotected sex, creampie, Master!kink, degradation, humiliation, size kink, light dacryphilia. 

Wc: 3k+

Note: (@chanonymous told me this Minho gives off Black Widow vibes- and I just had to write another superhero!au. Minho’s alias in this is Black Widow, but he isn’t really affiliated to or similar to the Marvel Black Widow in any way. Y/n’s alias is DragonClaw, and she’s a dragon-shapeshifter with pyrokinesis. I know this is the second Y/n I’ve written with pyrokinesis- I’m sorry, I just love fire hhh-)

Why?

Why did the universe hate you so fucking much? 

It was torture enough being one of only two female superheroes at this year’s Annual Gala. It didn’t help that said female superhero was The Peacock, aka insufferable, bitchy diva- who was currently on the stage, that melodious, lilting voice of hers flooding through the speakers.  You watched as the men around you fawned over her, listening eagerly as she regaled everyone with yet another one of her self-centred tales. 94% made up, you were sure of that. 

“There’s no way she’d be able to beat up 50 gangsters with her powers.”

And there it was. His voice. Him. The real reason for your anger and frustration tonight. 

You carefully ignored him, hating the way he was seated right next to you at the table. How did this happen? There were currently 50 tables in the venue, more than enough to accommodate every superhero in the state. But of course, your rotten luck had landed you right next to him.

“I just don’t understand. Isn’t her power looking pretty, or something like that?”

You gritted your teeth, still not looking at him. However, the awkwardness of his unanswered question lingering in the air became too much to bear.

“It’s Allure. Her power is Allure.”

“Meaning?”

You rolled your eyes, answering reluctantly.

“Supernatural beauty that can be used to manipulate, distract and hypnotize.”

‘So...basically, looking pretty. Huh. That’s a cool superpower, being so beautiful that people can’t help but do what you say.”

You stayed silent, your eyes observing the seated audience, all of them absolutely enamoured by the beauty on stage. You’d entertained him enough.

“I think you’re prettier, though.”

That was it. You whipped your head around to face him, breath slightly hitching in your throat as your eyes met his. “Shut up.” You hissed. “Stop trying to talk to me.”

“Why?” He asked, smirking. 

“You know why. I don’t like you. That’s why.”

“Come on, Y/n. No one here knows about our...history.”

You glanced around, putting a finger up to your lips. “Why don’t you scream my real name a little louder? I don’t think the Grand Master heard you.”

“Look, just because you used to be a supervillain once doesn’t mean you still are so-”

You were sure he was doing this on purpose. You quickly clapped a hand over his mouth, shooting a look of apology to the dude opposite you, who turned to look. As soon as the man turned away, you glared at him.

“Look, Minho.” You seethed, your voice dripping with venom. “I’m not the only one with dirty secrets here. If you don’t shut up, I’ll stand up right now, and tell everyone who really caused that wildfire in California.”

“It wasn’t my fault-” 

“Yeah, right.”

Minho sighed, rolling his eyes as he grabbed your hand, wrenching it away from his mouth. 

“I’m sorry, okay? I’ve been saying sorry ever since that day. Although I’m not the only one who should be apologizing, and you know it just as well as I do.”

You turned away from him, choosing to ignore him once again. The pain was still fresh, the emotions still raw. You remember how devastated you’d been that night, how you’d wanted to murder everyone in sight. Instead...you turned a new leaf, and chose to reinvent yourself as a superhero. Usually, tragic incidents and heartbreak lead to the birth of a supervillain- in your case, it was the opposite. You’d felt so miserable and dejected that you became good. 

And the man sitting next to you was the cause of it all. The fact that he had the audacity to sit there and flirt- especially knowing everything that happened between the two of you? It made you want to bury him six feet deep.

You fiddled with the spoon on the table. “How...how is she?”

“Who?”

“You know, her. Your girlfriend.”

“...girlfriend?”

“Spitfire.”

“Oh. Her. Um, she’s fine.”

Minho was lying. He hadn’t seen Jiwon- Spitfire, since that fateful night. Somehow, though, the lie had come out before he could stop it.

He watched you nod slightly, your face still turned away from him. 

Fuck, why did I do that? What was I expecting? That she’d be jealous? That she’d beg me to leave Jiwon? That she’d fall at my feet and ask me to take her back? Stupid.

Minho shook his head, closing his eyes as he leaned back in his chair and tried to focus on the woman speaking. But..he just couldn’t. His eyes kept drifting to you. He wished he could take the mask covering half your face off..wished he could see your beautiful eyes staring into his again. 

Wished he could kiss you just one more time...

***

The next few minutes passed by in silence. You were about ready to walk up on stage and strangle the woman, droning on and on. She seemed to go off on tangents constantly, the story growing longer and longer until you just couldn’t take it anymore. 

The rest of the audience clearly didn’t share your views, their gazes filled with adoration and wonder. Well...everyone except...

You turned to Minho. He seemed to be lost in thought, his stare fixed on the blank wall. 

“Hey? Earth to Minho?”

He snapped out of his reverie, turning to look at you. His eyes widened as he realized you were talking to him.

“Shh. Black Widow.”

You rolled your eyes. “It’s a silly alias.”

“Like Dragonclaw is much better.”

“Hey! Dragonclaw is a very cool alias.”

Minho rolled his eyes as you shoved his arm playfully, your heart growing a little lighter. 

Okay. Just...forget about the past. Talk to him, even if it’s only to keep yourself from dying of boredom...

And so you did. The two of you started talking. He moved his chair closer to yours, telling you what he’d been up to for the past three years, discreetly whispering. 

“Okay, okay. Enough about the missions, tell me more about Spitfire! What’s she like?”

“S-she’s...cool. Very...fiery.”

You scoffed, shaking your head and smiling. “Do you have a thing for superheroes with pyrokinesis or something?”

“Uh...yeah, I guess you could say that.” He winked, noting how your face turned a light shade of pink. Hmm...

“Though...she’s nothing, compared to you. You were really...hot, especially in bed.”

You sneered at him. “That was a bad pun. Seriously, you could do better than that.”

“Oh, what a burn.”

You cringed, pressing your lips together. “Never mind, this was a bad idea. Even listening to Peacock’s speech is more bearable than this...”

“No, wait- I’m worth your time, I promise.”

“Oh yeah? Prove it.”

Maybe it was the way you puffed your lips out, or maybe it was your challenging tone...either way, Minho couldn’t help it. Before he even realized what he was doing, his hand was on your thigh. 

Your eyes widened a little. “W-what are you doing?” You stuttered.

Courage, Minho. “I know of a way we can get rid of the boredom...”

“You do? And w-what might that be?” You swallowed, feeling a slight streak of arousal shoot through you, despite his minimal touch. 

Minho’s confidence grew as he observed your flustered demeanor. His hand slowly crept up your thigh, a delightful smirk spreading across his face as you bit your lip, your sudden shyness turning him on. He leaned in close, lips brushing the shell of your ear.

“Do you want this, kitten? Tell me to stop before it’s too late...”

You shuddered as he called you that pet name. He hadn’t called you that in years...

Minho took your silence as a yes, his fingers creeping up higher until it reached your zipper. He slowly pulled it down all the way, his eyes searching yours for any sign of hesitation. 

His hand slipped into your pants. Your breath hitched as his fingers reached your clothed clit, the pad of his finger running over it.

“How does that feel, kitten?”

You struggled to speak as he started rubbing you in circular motions. “It f-feels...good...” You choked out.

“Hmm, that’s what I thought.” 

You heard a clatter as a fork fell to the floor. You twisted your head, Minho shrugging. “Oops. I dropped my fork...”

Your eyes widened as Minho slipped off his chair, crawling under the table. Looking around frantically, you realized that no one had heard the loud noise, Peacock’s glamour still captivating them- they were essentially zombies. 

Honestly. Did she not know how to turn the sexiness off, at least to be professional-

Your line of thought was interrupted as you felt Minho pulling down your pants, down to your ankles. Oh, right. 

So much for professionalism. 

You felt him spread your thighs apart, fitting himself between them. A few seconds passed before his breath ghosted over your clit, his fingers coming up to rub you through your panties.

You clutched the edge of the table, sweat forming on your forehead as his fingers slid aside your underwear. He ran two digits through your soaked folds, humming to himself. “Still as wet and pretty as ever...”

You shifted slightly in your seat, eyes darting here and there. This was so risky. Your eyes went up to Peacock, your brain unable to comprehend her incessant chatter as Minho pressed a kiss to your clit, his fingers circling your entrance.

You let out a soft whimper, leaning back against the seat as he pulled you forward a little. Placing your palm over your mouth, you muffled your moans as he wrapped his plump lips around your clit, sucking it into his mouth. 

He let out an appreciative moan at your taste, pushing a finger into your drenched pussy and trying to ignore the growing bulge in his pants. Minho could barely believe that this was actually happening- he wanted to pinch himself, but both his hands were currently occupied. One was busy gripping your thigh, the other drawing little moans from you as his fingers went deeper.

“Fuck...you taste so good...” He mumbled against your pussy, tongue coming out to lap at your folds. You could do nothing but groan helplessly, his mouth alternating between sucking on your clit and licking at your pussy, fingers fucking you through it all.

Your legs shook as you realized you were about to cum. You pressed your hand over your mouth, trying your best to not let out any sounds. You felt your high build up- flames of pleasure sparking at you...until it was all gone.

You frowned as Minho pulled away from you, confusion filling you as he tugged on your leg. Quickly looking around you, you bent down to lift the tablecloth and make eye contact with him.

“Come down here.”

“W-what? P-people will definitely noti-”

“That wasn’t a question, it was an order. Do as I say, or you’ll regret it, kitten.”

You whimpered softly, your heart beating faster as you lowered yourself to the floor. Minho quickly pulled you under the table, adjusting the tablecloth behind you before turning to you. 

Smirking at you, he palmed himself, eyes watching you hungrily as he crawled over you.

“Minho...this is a bad idea. I’m already on thin enough ice as it is-”

“Shh...” He traced his finger over your chin, down to your zipper, slowly pulling it down. He licked his lips as your chest was exposed slowly, leaning down to nibble at your ear. 

You stared up at him with glassy eyes, throwing your head back as Minho’s lips made his way to your neck, sucking on your skin hard enough to leave a hickey.

“M-Min...”

“Hmm?” He breathed against your neck, his fingers pulling the zipper all the way to your navel, staring at your bare skin. 

“Please...”

“Please, what?”

“I w-want...you...”

He chuckled. “I thought you were scared. Superheroes should be brave, you know?”

You frowned up at him, his infuriating smirk making you want to slap it off his face. “Shut up and fuck me already.”

He frowns. “That’s no way to talk to your Master.”

“M-master?”

He nodded, mouthing at your chest and wrapping his lips around your soft nipple, sucking gently. 

“Looks like you need to be taught a lesson, my little slut...you need to be reminded who you belong to.”

You opened your eyes as you felt the head of his cock against your pussy, moaning softly. Minho stared down at you, jaw clenched. He couldn’t wait a second more.

His hand made his way to the back of your head, gripping your mask, breathing hard. “Can I?”

You sighed, nodding. “Yeah, please...just...need you in me.”

He slowly took your mask off, tossing it to the side as his eyes took in your face fully, breath hitching in his throat. You were just as beautiful as he remembered.

It was too much to handle. Eyes still fixed on yours, Minho steadily pushed his cock into your pussy. He groaned as he felt your walls hugging his length tightly, going deeper until his tip hit your cervix. 

“You’re so fucking tight...how are you even taking this big cock?”

He growled, clutching your waist as he moved you up and down on his cock. You moaned, his solid girth filling you up perfectly. You felt weak, shivering as Minho started thrusting slowly, loving the little whimpers falling off your tongue.

“You’re so...so big...”

“I know. And you’re too small, so easily ruined.”

“Please. F-faster-”

“If I go any faster, I might destroy this tiny pussy.”

You whine, slinging your arms around his neck, an innocent expression on your face as you pouted at him. “Please, Master? Want to be...s-stretched out by you, want my pussy ruined...”

He stared down at you with dilated pupils, a low groan in the back of his throat as this new side of you came out. 

“You’re driving me insane...” Minho sped up his pace, the sound of skin slapping skin growing louder as his hips met yours with each thrust. “What a little whore, so needy for cock that she’d let herself get fucked under the table in a room full of hundreds of people...”

You felt the humiliation rise in you as his hands stayed on your waist, firmly pounding into you. “You like being a little sex toy for Master? Like being used as his personal cock sleeve?”

You nodded desperately, swallowing as Minho chuckled, one of his hands coming up to grope at your breast, thumb stroking your nipple slowly. 

“Well, I love fucking this little pussy open-” He cut himself off with a groan as you clenched around him, spurring him on and making him go harder.

He shifted a little bit, causing his dick to hit your sweet spot dead-on, drawing a long whine out of you. 

“Shh, kitten, you don’t want anyone else knowing what’s going on under here, right?”

You shook your head, biting your bottom lip. Minho grunted, leaning down, face hovering over yours. You held his gaze for a few minutes, the tension so thick you could cut it with a knife.

Minho was the first to break. He leaned in and softly pressed his lips to yours, a sharp contrast to the harshness of his cock plunging deeply into you. He deepened the kiss, tongue meeting yours as he held your cheek. The kiss quickly became messy, as his hips went faster.

“M-master, ‘m gonna cum...” You mumbled against his lips. Minho pulled away, his eyes turning darker as he observed the tiny teardrops gathering in your eyes. 

“Aww, is my cock making the little baby cry?”

You whimpered, the tears spilling past as you squirmed, hating the way he’d stopped thrusting. 

“P-please, wanna cum...please! Want Master’s cum filling me up...”

“Fuck, I’ll give what you want, fucking slut.”

His eyes moved over your tear-streaked face, groaning as he lifted your leg up over his shoulder, enabling him to go deeper into you. He began fucking into you, his pace ruthless as he worked towards making you cum, his other hand coming down to rub your clit.

You arched your back as you felt your orgasm approaching, your hands tugging at his hair and making you moan. 

He pecked your lips. “Cum, baby...cum for me.”

You whined, unable to hold it anymore as he pinched your clit. The white-hot pleasure made you cry out, Minho groaning as you clenched around him, your orgasm ripping through you. The overstimulation slowly set in as he fucked you harder.

“Fuck-”

His hips stuttered as he chased his own high, cock twitching inside you. A few thrusts later, he came with a groan, spilling his seed inside you.

You watched Minho, moaning softly at the feeling of his cum pooling deep in your core. His chest heaved as he panted, collapsing on top of you. You hummed, your grip in his hair loosening as he lifted himself off you slightly, eyes searching yours.

“How did that feel?”

“F-felt so good...” You paused suddenly as a thought hit you, now that the pleasure had worn off. 

“Wait...Minho...you just ch-cheated on-”

Minho sighed, rolling his eyes.”I didn’t, Y/n. I was lying. I haven’t seen her since that night. Trust me...cheating’s something I’ll never do again.” He whispered, thumb stroking over your wet cheeks.

You looked up at him, filled with emotions that were familiar, yet also new. 

“Give me another chance, Y/n. Please.”

You thought about it, sighing as you nodded. “Okay...but we’re going to take things slow.”

He let out a small laugh, eyes drifting to the spot where you two were connected. “Bit late for that.”

He pulled out slowly, watching as his cum seeped out of your entrance. He used his fingers to part your pussy lips, groaning softly under his breath at the sight of your stuffed pussy.

Suddenly, a loud voice boomed through the speakers, startling you. You hadn’t even realized that Peacock had stopped talking.

“And for the next speech, Dragonclaw! Come up onstage, and share with us your report from the last few months.”

Your eyes widened in shock as you sat up, half-naked and filled with cum.

Minho smirked at you. “Go on, then.”

[187days]

Day One Hundred Twenty-One

Fridays are casual dress days at my school, so I was wearing my staff t-shirt, a stripped hoodie, cropped jeans, and a pair of Converse. I got a lot of compliments, especially on the shoes, so that’s twice this week that the students have approved of my style. That’s a win. 

Teaching was a win today, too. I kicked it old school and did board notes in both World and APUSGOV because it’s good to get off the chromebooks at times, and traditional note-taking is still a useful skill to develop. My World notes were about Buddhism and how it compares and contrasts with Hinduism. Afterwards, I showed a video about a day in the life of a Buddhist monk, and we read an article together about the eightfold path. My GOV notes were about campaign finance, so those were a lot more complex: FECA, BCRA, Citizens United (and tigers, and bears- oh my!) 

I explained FECA and BCRA first, and then my students read the summary of the Citizens United ruling together on Oyez. After I was sure they understood everything, I had them look up two cases that set relevant precedents: Buckley v. Valeo and Santa Clara County v. Southern Pacific Railroad. At first, Santa Clara County v. Southern Pacific Railroad seems totally unrelated, and I told my students it would, but as soon as they read what it says about corporations and the equal protection clause of the 14th Amendment they connected the dots. I love lightbulb moments, especially when they happen for a whole class at once, so that was cool. 

I showed a chart of independent expenditures from 2000-2016 to show the impact of the Citizens United ruling. I was planning to end the lesson there, but we went on tangent about dark money, and I realized that my students didn’t really understand what it means that donations campaigns, PACs, and other groups that have to disclose their donors are public.

Sooooo I went on the FEC website and searched my own name. 

Up popped my donation history, and their minds were blown (not by the information, but by how easy it was to access). But, I explained, I could’ve also donated thousands of dollars to a 501c4 organization and they’d never know. Then they understood. 

And then they started searching the FEC site for their parents, their other teachers, etc... They even ignored the bell for lunch, at first, because they were so fascinated by their findings.

I may have created a monster there. Oops?

[currywaifu]

𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞: barbie movies as troupe plays part 1 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: sfw

𝐚𝐧: if you think i won’t do all 36 barbie movies, you’re wrong. regardless of whether people want this or not. i have barbie brainrot 24/7. i’m just separating it into parts so it’s not too long *this isn’t meant to be that serious y’all my reasons vary from legit to just jokes

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥: i won’t go in-depth with any plot differences from movie to play, or how the characters would work out... for now *chuckles in future ppt*

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏: nutcracker, rapunzel, swan lake, princess and the pauper, fairytopia series, magic of pegasus, barbie diaries, island princess, three musketeers 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐: coming soon 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟑: coming soon

𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐞: mixed troupe! spring x autumn. one of the seasonal events/scouts for A3! has a nutcracker theme, and to avoid spoilers that’s all i will say :3

𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭: since this is based on barbie’s take on the nutcracker, changing up the cast from what tsuzuru had in plan:

clara/sugarplum fairy: sakuya. i want to see him go through a costume & hair transformation sequence, not gonna lie. 

nutcracker/prince eric: juza. obviously he has to be the ruler of the land of sweets.

mouse king: sakyo or chikage. i want one of them to wave around a sceptre and say quotes like “i’ll reduce the Nutcracker to a pile of splinters"

pimm: taichi... pimm is a spy :O who has to do dirty work :O but the real reason is i just want taichi to follow around sakyo again or maybe even chikage this time lol

major mint & captain candy: tsuzuru and citron respectively. mint is pretty serious and awkward, candy is a lot friendlier- i just think it’ll be a good way to insert some humor in the play

𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐞: mixed troupe! summer x autumn.

𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭: rapunzel in this one actually is the “servant” of gothel. also, rapunzel has a magical paint brush and also there’s dragons. who are purple. 

rapunzel: kazunari. obviously. actually, kazu has a lot of similarities with her: a good artist, patient, adventurous, quick thinking, hardly ever complains- also he’d look good with long hair i think ><

gothel: omi. there is an action fighto scene + also just the theme of omi playing villains lol... also THERE’S A SCENE WHERE GOTHEL PRETENDS TO BE RAPUNZEL BY WEARING A LONG WIG AND BOI- KAZU AND OMI’S BODY BUILDS ARE SO DIFFERENT BUT IT’D BE FUNNY IF THE PRINCE FALLS FOR THE TRAP ANYWAY

penelope: kumon. a PURPLE funny and clumsy dragon- fight me, the only answer is kumon especially once you see who’s next.

hugo: juza. a PURPLE dragon who’s penelope’s dad but he’s gonna be the older bro in this one (i wonder why...) 

hobie: a passive and worrisome rabbit... Tenma.

prince stefan: he also has a couple fight scenes... ngl bc stefan has blue eyes, light brown hair + described by the wiki as “fierce”, he’s banri. 

𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐞: winter troupe. i will stand by this forever. 

𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭: this is like one of the ones i’ve had figured out for a while already...

odette & odile: tsumugi. i’m just saying, tsumugi’s duality- he can do both the white and black swan because he has power. impact.

prince daniel: not tasuku bc spare him the prince roles he’s sick of it. guy. why guy? because he obviously has a good idea of how to act like a prince :3 

rothbart: HOMARE! I WANT! THIS MAN! TO PLAY THE ANTOGONIST! GO OFF ABOUT DARK ARTS! TRANSFORM EVERYONE TO ANIMALS LIKE THE EXTRA BEING YOU ARE.

fairy queen: azuma. ugh just- imagining how ethereal he’d look.

erasmus: tasuku. he’s a troll that can act mean, but is genuinely kind and helpful... also, the VA of erasumus is also the VA for “unnamed burly villager” and i’m just saying-

kelly the cygnet: hisoka. there’s too many animal children, so hisoka is gonna be the baby swan. uwu. also, kelly has a quote, “I can't sleep.” and wOW THE IRONY

𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐞: WE’RE GOING FOR THE COMEDIC ROUTE WHAT’S UP SUMMER. reason: i went “wait... no actor really looks super alike though.”

𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭: tafahfuoahoaf it’s my favourite barbie movie... OKAY SO THE RUNNING GAG OF THIS IS THAT THE PRINCESS & PAUPER DON’T LOOK ALIKE, BUT EVERYONE KEEPS GOING “Wow! you two look so identical!” no they don’t

anneliese: muku. first of all please look at the sprite i used in the header. anneliese = pink = muku. she’s the sweet princess archetype... but in this version she also goes on tangents about rocks and mineraLS AND HOW THE MINING INDUSTRY SUX AND THE ABSOLUTE AUDACITY OF-

erika: kumon. first of all, the sprite in the header again. erika = blue like ugh this is perfect. ALSO erika has a cat who BARKS and i just imagine kumon talking to her cat like: WOOF WOOF WOOF GRRR GRRR and the dog responding and everyone in the palace going wtf

king dominick: i had such a crush on him anyway he’s tenma. rich, young, talented king who disguises himself as a page so he can find love for realsies. im just saying. he won’t be tenma’s only role tho ><

julian: kazunari. the wiki went “he’s the only bestfriend a barbie MC ever married” really shook me like ugh friendship dynamic between muku and kazu roles??? also kazu’s genuinely smart so him as the tutor was just gucci in my eyes

preminger: misumi. FIRST OF ALL PREMINGER IS ICONIC? WHEN HE SANG HOW CAN I REFUSE I WAS LIKE UGH KING. i just wanna hear misumi play an antagonist that’s also funny and do things with his voice.

madame carp: yuki. a bossy and rich woman who owns a dress emporium. pretty much it.

nick & nack: YUKI AND TENMA. THEY WILL DOUBLE ROLE FOR THE SAKE OF BEING MISUMI’S DUMB UNDERLING DUO

𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐞: spring troupe. i wanna see them have wings uwu.

𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭: just gonna combine the whole fairytopia series into one 

elina: itaru. first of all, pink motif. also i just like the idea of itaru being this recurring protagonist.

bibble the puffball played by kamekichi

laverna: recurring villain citron. for no reason other than i think it’s cool when he plays power hungry villains

enchantress: i just want sakuya to play a role that’s more of a “powerful character” but still really kind uwu. another recurring good guy.

azura & glee: tsuzuru. elina is azura’s apprentice, and glee is a friend who’s generally really happy... ngl, i wanna see tsuzuru play someone more energetic for funsies

nori: masumi. nori is kind of a stubborn and jealous person at first, him and elina won’t get along right away BUT DAMMIT THE ENEMIES? TO FRIENDS IS GUCCI!!! 

merman prince nalu & linden: chikage... yeah i just gave chikage the guy roles ngl... but i wanna see chikage as a handsome merman AND handsome fairy so *shrugs*

𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐞: cross troupe. spring x winter.

𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭: partially based on the ice-skating cards (i have yet to read the event story, unfortunately).

annika: tsuzuru. i thought it’d be fun to cast tsuzuru as a more sheltered character due to annika’s parents’ protectiveness. the contrast y’all.

shiver: sakuya. shiver is a polar bear cub sidekick who’s friendly and likes shiny things and that’s just... really cute... put bear ears on sakuya...

brietta: guy. brietta is annika’s older sister... who got transformed into a pegasus by the villain... i wonder how they’d change the pegasus thing lol

wenlock: tasuku. NOT GONNA LIE- i want tasuku to play the villain for all these wonderful one-liners: "Oh, smile! You didn't lose a daughter; you've gained a pet!", and "I thank my lucky stars I didn't marry you!"

prince aidan: masumi bc i want more roomie interaction on stage i mean their friendship keeps getting cuter and cuter.

cloud queen: azuma... that’s all. i just remembered her bc her hair has a braided crown, and i went “azuma braided hair brainrot”

𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐞: mixed troupe! summer x autumn.

𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭: i was gonna make it full autumn, but then the age casting felt awkward since they’re in high school...

barbie: taichi. barbie here is shy but wants to stop blending in the background! i just went “damn that do be resonating”. also i wanna hear taichi sing more y’all and barbie is a singer/guitarist here

courtney: azami. i like the idea of azami playing a spunky character who’s more of a tomboy, but still does like fashion and accessorising and... lip gloss?

tia: misumi? tenma? idk the intelligent and passionate archetype is very broad... especially in a high school setting

kevin: kazunari. just the whole best friend thing + kevin being a goofy person who loves to make ppl laugh ugh

racquelle: yuki. i know racquelle’s a bully here and say not to bullying... but sharp tongue.

todd: honestly? todd was so boring in the moving. we need someone like banri to give him CHARACTER!... yes that’s my reasoning ugh

𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐞: sUMMER SUMMER SUMMER-

𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭: AHAHAHA WHAT IS THIS CASTING? MY REASONINGS FOR THIS ONE IN PARTICULAR ARE SO SHALLOW LMAO

ro/rosella: “a 16 year old girl who can talk to animals! adventurous and brave” me: *gasps* mISUMI-

prince antonio: “prince antonio loves travelling and exploring-” okay yeah it’s kazu...

queen ariana: i just want yuki to sing to me “love is for peasants which we’re obviously not” and i’d go :O also ngl... i wanna see yuki in like darker palettes and plotting to poison all the royals

princess luciana: queen ariana’s daughter... played by muku. because i wanna hear muku counter yuki with “all the shoujo mangas books i’ve read, all the poems always said, that the heart is made to share...”

sagi the red panda & azul the peacock: honestly, just basing it off of colour matching but tenma is sagi and kumon is azul lol

𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐞: AUTUMN x SPRING

𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭: AHAHAHA WHAT IS THIS CASTING? pt 2 

corrine: i keep wanting to put sakuya in these roles oops. i just... let him sword fight on stage again :>

viveca: purple musketeer, artistic, designs clothes... fights with ribbons... you know, for the sake of banri being a fAshIoNisTa... it has to be banri y’all "Don't mess with the animal print dress!"

aramina: green musketeer, fights with fans, romantic and loves ballet... pfft, for the sake of “wouldn’t it be funny-” it has to be azami. poor bby, having to swoon over romance on stage- he can’t relate

renee: chikage. purely because of that scene where she threw a feather duster (?) at a flying shard of glass and perfectly hit it. yeah.

helene: the old and strict instructor that teaches them how to be musketeers... sakyo.. duh.

philippe: the main antagonist... it has to be omi again. and since philippe has a goatee, we’re bringing back facial hair omi~

prince louis: itaru, lol. he’s like the one significant non-action oriented character in the film. he has just enough moments where itaru still looks princely, but mostly? he just wants humans to fly y’all.

want to order again?

[taeguboi]

BTS HC: Late Night Talks

Request: ‘Headcanon request! Late night talks with bts members, please 😊’

Notes at the end because I waffled on a bit 😅

These are all just phone calls as late night talks btw

__________________

RM

“Hey baby”

you know he’s just being a cute lil bun

in his ryan pyjamas

He's waited all day for this

his day consisted of like 5 anecdotes

but they’re all relevant to you

There’s no one else he’d rather tell about his day

He was tired

but now he’s wide awake

but in a good way

his excitement about talking to you improved his mood

and your voice gives him energy

Asks about your day after like half an hour

profusely apologising for making it all about him

even though it’s obviously fine

you can’t compete with his stories of his day

maybe it’s the way he delivers a story

but his life feels more interesting

but he’s just as interested in you

“tell me more”

any problems that day?

solved

gone

whoosh

he has such a soothing voice

like you don’t mean to be rude but

you’re falling asleep

because his voice is so therapeutic

“baby are you still there? am I boring you?”

and you’re like NO that’s not it

it’s a long week

but he gives you a motivation to get through it

“just think about when we'll get to see each other again”

and you do

you get warm on cold nights

because you’re less tense

and hopefully soon you’ll be warmer 

because he’ll be by your side at night

Jin

“Hello there”

you can see his smile without it being a video call

Even though he may not have done much with his day

you just know he's looking damn fine anyway

Probably lounging in a formal white shirt just because

"How was your day?"

and you tell him it was average or boring or something

"I'm sure it wasn't just that... tell me about.................."

and suddenly you talk his ear off for like 15 minutes straight

even though you thought you didn't have anything to say

and you feel better for it

because Jin just has this way of getting you to speak

to let go of anything in your system that might be bugging you

or that you subconsciously wanted to share with someone

Has you laughing on the floor with just a simple story about his day

it might not have even happened

but the way he delivers the story hits just right and really tickles you

from

"I casually walked into the fridge today"

to

"I saw 2 birds doing it for the first time today"

and he tries to keep a straight face at his own story or joke

but in just a few seconds he's laughing with you

and that makes you feel warm

Almost as warm as you know you'll feel when you get to see him again

Suga

Late evening is probably the time of day at which Shugs is the most awake

So when you have like a 3 hour long phone call with him, it's like the beginning of his day

like you really wake him up and give him energy

so when you hang up past midnight because you're too tired, he let's the call end but then just sits and contemplates life

and thinks about you

sorry, the actual call

He was struggling for ideas for a track all day

and then you phoned him

it might kind of feel like he's being ignorant when you're talking to him

but really, your voice and everything you say makes him feel inspired

"Yeah, uh huh, yep, wow really..."

it sounds insincere

but you've known him long enough now to know that's Yoongi at work

and he's really good at multitasking

"Are you listening to a word I said?"

and he says yes and can recall what you just said perfectly

all whilst adding layers to his piece inspired by you

Sometimes he makes himself stay away from that computer screen particularly when he is missing you the most

that's when he likes to indulge in your voice and virtual company

you'll tell him something about your day

he will say his day wasn't anywhere near as interesting so you should just keep talking

and you do

your voice and your stories send him to sleep because just you relax him so much

"Yoongi?" you ask softly

no reply

you hang up the phone knowing that he's drifted off

and it's the best night's sleep he's had in ages

J-Hope

No matter how rubbish his day was

Hobi is always excited when you call

It doesn't matter how late it is

he's dancing around the living room before he picks up

and dancing whilst you talk to him

His neighbours on the floor below are like wtf is that unaware that the man above them is a dork

he makes up silly little jolly songs about you

at any other person, you'd cringe but with Hobi you can't wipe that big smile off your face

and then when he's used up most of his energy singing and dancing about you

he collapses on the couch and smiles at the sound of your voice

and then he falls asleep on the couch for a couple of hours with a smile on his face

Wakes up in the middle of the night feeling a bit empty

but happily takes himself to bed when he thinks about the next call he will have with you

Jimin

His heart flutters at the sight of your name on his phone calling him

sometimes misses that first call panicking and getting himself ready

the rule of thumb is to be surrounded by cosy and fluffy and cuddly things when on a call with you

that way, when he gets those moments of missing you the most,

he can cuddle that big teddy bear

or rest his face on the fluffy pillow

it's obviously not quite the same as being in your company

but it helps a little.

You tell him about your day

and he can imagine every move you make when you're describing what you got up to

he's thinking about how if he was there, he would come up behind you for a cuddle whilst you're cooking

or how he would be watching that tv series with you on the sofa

and so on

basically he's softer than soft

Can be quiet at times

sometimes you think there's a signal issue

"Hello? Chim?"

"Oh, hello" he replies softly, realizing he's just been lost in listening to you

"I'm still here my love, I was just listening that's all, sorry"

and he's forgiven

but you do wish he would maybe talk a little more

you want to hear about his day

but you know he won't say unless you ask him because he never wants to come across as too self involved

"Jimin, I want to hear about your day; how was it?"

"Oh, really? Well..."

and then he takes a while to begin because he's smiling too much about you wanting to hear about his day

he worries his day wasn't interesting enough

"I'm sorry I'm boring you aren't I? I'll shut up now..."

"No, Jimin!"

"It's okay I've forgotten what I was saying"

A lot of these late night calls are the two of you going to and fro like this

but you still get to go to sleep with smiles on your faces

V

"Jagiya!! Helloooo!!!"

"Tae, it's like 11pm, think about the neighbours!"

"Oops, sorry, I'm just excited to hear your voice"

Calls with Taehyung are a treat

he serenades you

ahh that deep voice is so soothing

you get to hear about his day

and then his little stories about the past that he accidentally goes off on a tangent with

"Wait, what was I talking about?"

You often give up within the first few minutes of the call to remind him that he has neighbours

it's not like it's disturbing your neighbours or anything

Sometimes he will talk about things you don't quite understand

but you just sit and listen because you just like to listen to him

then the game is up when you give the wrong kind of reply like "oh, absolutely"

"You haven't listened to a word I've said, have you?"

but he doesn't mind

he's pretending to be offended

he knows by now that you like his voice a lot

and he loves your voice too

Jungkook

Nervous bean no matter how many calls you've had

anxious to see you again and doesn't want to wait the night / next few days / week

The late night calls are therapeutic to him

you can just relieve all of his worries with a simple conversation

Nervous bean then turns into a smiley bean

Beats around the bush a bit

will mention something he saw or did the other day

it was something that reminded him of you

but he's to shy to mention that

so he doesn't really come to any conclusion in his sentence

"Sorry guk, so what was your point?" you ask patiently

"Nah, it's lame..."

"Aww come on Jeongukkieeee"

"Fine..."

and then he just comes out with the sweetest things that make you melt

he worries it's too cheesy if he says something like

"I was watching (insert tv series here) and... I was sad that I wasn't watching it with you"

You love it when he comes out with little things like that

he doesn't say these things out loud anywhere near as often as he thinks them

but you know he really cares about you

and there's no one you'd rather be on the phone to late at night

_________________

I'm back! I know I keep saying I am and then I'm not but since we're living in exceptional circumstances, I figured I could occupy myself with the blog again. Sorry to everyone that sent these requests like 2-3+ years ago, I am truly rubbish 😂

Anyways, I was scrolling through the requests and I figured this would be an appropriate scenario to make something out of. The late night talks are all phone calls since here in the UK we are on lockdown so I guess that made it easier for me to write.

Ngl, I felt quite rusty on the whole writing thing when making this but hopefully at least maybe one person will like it hahahah

[subtlereferencetomyinterests]

Complexities Unknowable- Chapter 7 (Finale!)

Ao3,   1    2    3    4    5    6.  MasterPost

Relationships: Deintruality, background Analogince

Warnings: Cursing, Remus-typical language and jokes, Minor self-deprication/insecurity, the ol’ ‘thinks-it’s-unrequited-and-is-oblivious-to-obvious-flirting’ song and dance, all sympathetic sides, feelings of being left out, also I accidentally projected too hard and now Patton has adhd oops. 

Word Count: 4,000 (approximately)

Patton felt better than he could ever remember feeling. Sleep came easy as it hadn’t for him in years. It was amazing how far a little bit of understanding went.

When all your closest friends are together, you get lonely. Patton wouldn’t say that he was jealous, but everything was different now. When he used to spend time with the others, it was four pals spending quality time together! Now when they did, it was a date, except oops! Patton’s here too! How awkward!

He knew that was unfair. They didn’t really think of him that way, of course not. Hence why he didn’t bring it up.

It wasn’t like that with Remus and Deceit. Even though they were dating, Patton never felt left behind. Their humor was dark and snarky but accessible, not laden with inside jokes that he’d missed out on or specific clues that he didn’t pick up. 

The inclusiveness they treated him with was probably borne from being excluded for so long, though he didn’t like to think about that. The fact was, the three were friends now, the past was past, and Patton was drinking in their companionship like fine wine (or, to be more accurate to himself, a grape juice box).

It did not take him long to figure out why he was so fond of their company. You can only spend so much time with Deceit prattling about the dangers of repression before you start to unearth all of those deeply buried feelings.

He’d fallen for the Dark Sides. Whoops. 

Could you really blame him? Deceit, suave and clever and funny, yet so gentle when he wanted to be; Remus, bold and brash and energetic, but still with such a deep empathy hidden in him! It was no wonder that the two were already together- anyone who spent as much time with them as they spent with each other would be head-over-heels as well! (Patton was speaking from experience on that one). 

Initial surprise regarding the feelings had soon faded to something almost comfortable. He was happy to have them as his friends alone, so what was a little crush? No big deal!

...Was what he had thought ten minutes ago, when there wasn’t an affectionate Remus wrapped around him, chattering off various compliments.

“I could hold you forever, Patty. You are just the softest, like a water balloon full of blood and organs! But still so ripped, I mean, damn!”

“Language,” Patton chided meekly, trying very hard to not dissolve into the ether.

“Awww, you can’t make an exception for me? Just this once? I’ll make it worth your while~,” the last part was a hushed sing-song right near Morality’s ear. He felt his face redden, but forced himself away to refocus on… whatever he had been doing.

“Nope, no exceptions,” he chirped, going back to- right! Cleaning!

“You aren’t tempted at all? You are so responsible- and that’s really one of the sexiest qualities there is.”

It was just Remus’ nature to talk to people like that, Patton told himself firmly. The Creative side was just expressing his friendly affection in a way that made sense to him. It came alongside being close to someone so unused to ‘typical’ friendship dynamics, after all. Patton reminded himself of this again and again, denying himself the desperate urge that welled up and told him to respond in kind. He would not purposefully misinterpret Remus’ actions for his own gain, he was better than that!

“Thank you, Rem,” just nice, platonic gratitude for nice, platonic compliments. 

Eventually, finally, mercifully, The Duke had seemed to get bored. He disentangled himself from Patton (appearing rather crestfallen, though the moral trait wasn’t sure why), and wandered off. 

But that, whether for good or for bad, was hardly the end of that.

Deceit’s room was magnificently cozy. It was armchairs that swallowed up whomever sat in them, warm lamps casting down on all surfaces, and jazzy music playing distantly in the background. In other words, the perfect place for a good cup of tea and some sandwiches, not to mention pleasant conversation.

Deceit lounged back in his oversized chair, sending Patton an inscrutable look across their teacups. The side smiled, hoping that was the appropriate response.

“So,” he drawled, switching the track of their conversation abruptly, “You’re something of a seamster, aren’t you?”

Patton stared blankly for a moment before the term clicked.

“Oh, you mean a seamstress?”

“Sorry, I thought you’d prefer the masculine, but that really was presumptuous of me,” Deceit amended in apology. 

“I didn’t know that there was a word for it other than seamstress. Hey, isn’t it kinda weird how some jobs are like that, when you think about it? Like how there’s actors and actresses! Why wouldn’t ‘actor’ be all encompassing, ya know?”

Deceit made a vague noise of disinterest and waved his hand, as though manually cutting off the tangent in conversation.

“Yes, gender is a distasteful societal construct and an overall prison to our consciences, we both agree- but regardless, you sew. Make clothing and things like our quilt. Isn’t that right?”

“Right- yes.”

“Do you make all of your own clothes, then?”

“Hmm, sometimes I do- I mostly make stuff for the others. It’s easier to conjure simple stuff for myself, but making them is a lot of fun!” Morality gestured enthusiastically to the pastel pink sweater that he wore, fluffy and intricately patterned. 

Deceit’s eyes glinted in a strange, intimidating, and also incredibly hot way. Patton almost forced the attraction out of his mind, before realizing that that kind of repression would definitely be noticed in this part of the Mindscape. 

“I would have to say you have quite the talent, in that case,” the dishonest trait set down his cup and craned his body over the small table between them, heterochromatic gaze alight with… something. Patton cleared his throat. 

“W-Why’s that?” 

“You look positively hideous in that, my Dear,” he purred in obvious lies, gloved hands now sitting in the middle of the table and creeping forward by the inch.

“Aw, thanks,” Patton croaked, fighting the urge to lean forward in turn. 

Something strangely disappointed flashed in Deceit’s eyes, but he quickly recovered. He reached out to run a hand along Patton’s sleeve, the touch lingering against his arm.

“My my, that’s just like a cloud. How did you manage that, Darling?”

Morality shivered as Deceit continued to toy with the fabric of his sweater. 

“I-It’s probably because it’s made with love! Since that’s what I am, kinda,” he stammered, desperately trying to keep up the cheery tone.

“I’m inclined to agree. There’s beauty in all you touch, Sunshine.”

Oh, the pet names. Patton really couldn’t take it; he jerked away and pressed his back against the chair, before he had the chance to do something stupid. Honestly, it was sad how hard this was for him- Deceit was just trying to be a good friend! It wasn’t his fault that he showed it with flirts!

“You’re too sweet,” with distance reestablished, Morality found it much easier to formulate words, “I really appreciate you, Dee.”

Deceit blinked, still hovering over the table. He cleared his throat and snapped back into his seat, suddenly looking the part of the cold and distant Dark Side that Patton had feared just months prior. Guarded, callous, stoic. It was almost frightening, how quickly he changed. 

“Yes, I know you do. Let’s change topics, shall we?”

Patton, feeling quite a bit of whiplash, nodded hesitantly. Their conversation continued to flow normally, for the most part, but he couldn’t help feeling that he’d messed up somewhere. There was something heavy over them, but Patton hadn’t the slightest idea what it was. 

For a brief, dizzying moment, he wondered if they were moving backwards. If he’d somehow crossed a line when he was trying so hard not to, and now they were two steps back again. Just the thought of it made him too sick to finish his tea.

Patton didn’t have to be worried for long about that particular mishap, thankfully, as a very momentous occasion had swallowed up the fear. Remus and Deceit were going to be joining in their first ever movie night as part of the family! 

There’d been plenty of TV marathons with just them and Pat already, but now they’d all come together! As part of the group!! Contributing to the voting and the arguing and the joking and the experience of it all!!! Needless to say, Patton was practically bouncing off the walls in his excitement. 

He plopped down onto the couch with a bowl of popcorn, passing a much larger container of snacks to the amorphous blob of limbs and sass that had once been his three best friends, cuddled together far across from him. Now, all they needed were the Dark- sorry, former Dark Sides.

He wasn’t waiting for long before Deceit and Remus appeared in the living room (Remus, thank the lord, wearing actual pajamas). Patton couldn’t contain the happy little chirp that escaped him, scrunching himself to one side of the sectional so that they’d have plenty of room to make themselves at home.

Rather than huddling together in the crook of the curved sofa, however, Deceit immediately gestured for Patton to scooch over, and Remus sat on his other side. Morality was happy (if a bit surprised) to comply with this new seating arrangement, flashing them bright smiles. In light of recent events, being so close with both of them was a little dizzying, but it wasn’t too hard to bear. For now.

The conversation on which movie to watch that night was more agreeable than usual, which was nice; they got right to the marathon with little hassle. Patton sighed as the opening credits to Tangled played. At that moment, his life couldn’t get any more wonderful. Surrounded by the people he cared about, finally all together, it was perfect. 

And then, a mere ten minutes in, Remus leaned his chin on Patton’s shoulder and pressed into his side. 

“Mother Gothel is such a Milf.”

Patton would usually have been put off by the sexual comment, but at that moment Deceit had also seemed to decide that he’d make a good headrest. Which was fine, this was fine. Some mild friendly cuddling- nothing he couldn't handle!

Another twenty minutes later and Remus twisted an arm around his waist. Deceit held Patton’s hand between a couple of his own. By this point, they were beginning to look a lot like the cuddle pile wrapped up together on the other side of the couch. He was still alive, though!

Neither of the sides beside him moved an inch until the film ended, only begrudgingly letting go when Morality had to get up for a snack refill. Even then, they latched back onto him as soon as he returned. Thus began the second movie, and the beginning of Patton's slow and snuggly death.

Every few minutes, it would be something else: Deceit ran a hand or two through his hair, Remus hooked his leg around Patton’s, Deceit nuzzled against his neck, Remus laughed into his shoulder, et cetera et cetera et cetera.

Three movies in and he was barely keeping up with the conversation. His head was spinning and he was sure he’d never been so warm, but more than that he felt protected. Even adored. He wasn't often on the receiving end of affection, and the longing brought with it ached, but he never wanted it to end.

Then Virgil yawned (oh yeah, the other three were still there), exiting from the ending credits of All Dogs Go To Heaven and clicking back to the main screen.

“Bed time,” he grumbled, a tone so intimate and low and clearly meant for his boyfriends that Patton almost felt bad for overhearing it. 

“It is getting quite late,” Logan agreed, standing to stretch. Roman followed suit and dragged a  sleepy Anxiety up with him.

Virgil tossed the remote in Patton's general direction and let Roman haul him up in his arms (Deceit caught it with an unoccupied arm, given that the moral side’s brain was currently jelly). The three bid their goodnights and were gone with a few shimmers of color and a whoosh.

“I guess we should head up, too,” Patton murmured, working very hard to disguise his reluctance. To his surprise, the traits sandwiching him only sank further into his sides.

“Oh, you’re absolutely right, it’s so very late,” Deceit rumbled, his face partially hidden in the crook of Patton’s neck.

“Yeah, I’m exhausted. I can’t move,” Remus added, his voice ticking up in a noticeably mischievous way. 

“I can’t either. We should stay, just like this.”

Patton's heart warmed, looking between their adorably sleepy faces. He couldn’t lie, the offer was tempting, but in such a situation his brain came back to him. Despite the continued proximity of his crushes, this was something he could handle! 

“Aww, don’t you worry about it, I’ve got ya,” and, making very sure that his grip was secure, Patton stood up with Deceit and Remus cradled in either arm. He hardly staggered under the weight of the sides, familiar with such heavy lifting. 

Remus and Deceit went from sleepiness to pure shock in a matter of milliseconds. Deceit instinctively clung to Patton with all of his limbs, meanwhile Remus gave a startled laugh. Their faces were a matching pink; oh, he could have made them uncomfortable!

“Is this okay? I promise I won't drop you.”

Remus nodded frantically; Deceit squawked in an affirming sort of way. 

Relief washed over Patton and, satisfied with the response, he sank out in a circle of cyan. For a moment, he feared that the nausea that The Subconscious usually brought him would unsteady him, but he was left pleasantly surprised when he felt none. In fact, it felt just like rising up anywhere else. Just as easy as breathing. Hm.

He didn’t dwell on it too long, ascending The Subconscious’ staircase and bringing his cargo to the first bedroom he saw (Deceit’s). He nudged the door open with his shoe, carrying them right to the bed and dropping them down gently. Remus fell onto his back with a happy hum; Deceit stayed upright and stared at Patton with wide eyes. He huffed a laugh and nudged The Snake's shoulders, and Deceit let himself fall beside his boyfriend, dazed. 

This was routine for Patton: grabbing the covers and blanketing his friends, as he’d done for probably every other side at one point or another (even Logan, though he would deny it furiously). Once Remus and Deceit were sufficiently tucked in, he stood up and dimmed the lights to near darkness. 

“Alright, you two have a good night's sleep.”

There was a noise of approval from the pair. Patton gave them one last smile before disappearing back to his own room. To scream into his pillow and think about how gay he was.

Which meant that he didn't get the opportunity to hear the interaction that followed between Dee and Ree.

“Well, that didn’t backfire at all.”

“I want him to snap my spine in half like a glow stick. He could break every bone in my body and I would thank him,” Remus replied dreamily. Deceit hummed in agreement. 

“Perhaps we should try a more… direct approach, as this doesn’t seem to be working in our favor.”

“I dunno about you, but I’m feeling pretty fuckin’ favored right now.”

“I was suggesting that we be more-” he very nearly gagged, “Straightforward.”

“More like gay-forward, actually,” Remus corrected, “But I’m with you! You know I love being direct.”

“Now when I say direct, I don’t mean blunt.”

“I don’t understand the difference.”

“I know you don’t. Let me do the talking.”

“Fine by me! Whatever works to get him to pick me up and throw me!”

Deceit rolled his eyes, settling his arms around Remus. 

“Yes, yes- but I’m actually wide awake right now, and I’d love it if you keep being loud all night, Dearest.” 

“Oh, right,” Remus lowered his voice, curling himself around the lying side in turn. Together, their breathing slowed. As they drifted to sleep, the feeling of Patton's arms around them still ghosted their skin.

Patton was cleaning furiously. He’d already reorganized the entirety of his room- twice, for that matter- and now he’d moved to the Common area. It hadn’t been so much as a week since his last tidying session, and the Mindpalace was pretty much spotless, but that was irrelevant. It was as good a distraction as any.

Maybe he was avoiding the trifecta of trifling traits- aka his best friends- because he knew that they’d ask about why he was being so weird lately. Maybe he was avoiding Deceit and Remus, the reason that he’d been weird lately. Maybe he was just avoiding his thoughts about them, because seeing them all cozied up and sleepy and adorable a couple nights ago really hadn’t helped settle his growing infatuation with them. Most likely, he was avoiding all three. 

But he had failed to take into account that The Common Area was not the best place for avoiding stuff. Given that it was. A Public Space. 

“Patton,” began the voice of Deceit behind him, in a tone deadly serious.

He spun around to see a very embarrassed Dee and an immensely giddy Remus. Well, Shhhhh-ucks. Shucks. 

“Hey!” Patton tossed the sponge in his hand back into the sink and pretended that he wasn’t freaking out at that exact moment. 

Deceit hardly registered the greeting, continuing: 

“We need to talk to you.”

“What about?”

The Snake opened his mouth, and promptly closed it. His eyes had widened concerningly, and he cast his gaze downwards.

“We-” he cut off again. Patton’s worry was mounting. 

“DeeDee?” Remus prompted, elbowing his partner’s side, “I thought you were doing the talking?”

“I-I can do this, I’m not tapping out,” his voice was frenzied, hiding himself behind The Duke in a rare display of fear. 

“Guys? Is something wrong?” Patton approached them, all of his nervousness about his feelings forgotten in the face of this distress, “Whatever it is, you can talk to me.”

Remus gave him a warm smile, not hesitating for a breath. 

“We came to tell you you’re hot and we wanna date you! But, you know how bad Dee is with words! Anyway, whaddya say?”

Deceit, for his part, nodded in deep resignation. And Patton’s head reeled.

He could hear, audibly hear his heart thumping against his ribs. It was probably as simple as a confession could get, but regardless he found himself frantically replaying the words over and over and over again. He’d never imagined- not even for a second- even the thought of it- 

Mentally, he took a step back. Roman, Logan, and Virgil were an item. Remus and Deceit were an item. And Patton was a third party, paternal and caring and watching out for all of them and their misadventures, though he knew he’d never be entirely part of it. But maybe, now he could be. After everything, they wanted not to just be with him, but to be with him.

It didn’t process.

“I- You- What- Me?”

Because there is good in this world, Remus (correctly) interpreted his flustered stammering as surprise and not distaste. The smile that he almost always wore widened and he took a step forward, dragging the mildly less panicked Deceit along with him.

“You,” he confirmed, shimmying excitedly in place, “Definitely you. And us.”

“I second that not-at-all vague sentiment. We’ve grown unfortunately fond of you,” Deceit uncoiled himself from Remus enough to be seen clearly.

Patton saw it. He saw, in full light and understanding, the subtext in their previous interactions. And now that he did, he had no idea how he’d missed it. A testament to the power of his insecurity, probably. But that didn’t matter, because they liked him back.

Patton failed to words. But, they were very near, and he was very happy, and in the light of new context, he figured that they wouldn’t mind the response he opted for instead. 

He hopped forward with a delighted squeal, scooping the traits up in his arms. Remus started cackling and immediately returned the hug with just as much fervor. Deceit wasn’t far behind for once, allowing his face to split with a smile equal parts shock, relief, and glee. 

“Oh, I love you two so much!” Patton laughed out, burying his face in Remus’ hair. 

“I love you back!” Remus said in kind. 

Deceit attempted a dramatic groan, but he failed to tamp down his grin. 

“It could be said that I feel something love-adjacent for the both of you. Perhaps.” 

Patton’s mind was swimming in joy, so much so that it barely registered when Remus tilted his head back only to lean forward, and oh wow, were they kissing. Patton’s vision was all bright blurs of color, and he melted. The creative trait pushed up against him, rough in much the same way as an overly excited large dog. Patton hardly had time to reciprocate the kiss before Remus broke off completely from the hug, unflustered and unaffected by what he’d done, save for a light blush.

“Now you guys!”

Oh, he was still hugging Deceit. 

“Only if it’s okay?” he’d barely gotten the apprehensive words out of his mouth when it was suddenly occupied, and the world went back to hazey vibrance. Deceit was almost skittish, a barely-there press against his lips like he expected Patton to shove him away. He didn’t, by the way. Rather, he slid a hand up to rest between the side’s shoulder blades, bringing him nearer. 

After a moment, they pulled back slowly, not letting go of each other. 

“That was hot, ngl,” Remus chimed from his perch on the counter.

Patton was overcome with a fit of giggling, energy building in him. He ended his and Deceit’s very drawn-out embrace to satisfy the necessity of full body wiggle. He was in Silly Mode, there was no avoiding this until it had been exorcised via The Joyful Movement™. Patton flapped his hands at his sides and shook his hair out, laughing all the while. Today could not possibly get better!

But he remembered his audience of two. He looked up, hair fluffed up and face flushed with fading excitement and a tinge of self-consciousness. 

“Sorry, I got over-excited...”

“That,” Deceit announced solemnly, “Was astoundingly adorable.”

“I’ve died a gruesome death,” Remus rolled off the counter and onto the ground with a crash (and some bone crunches thrown in, probably for fun), “My heart overloaded, it has burst. There’s blood everywhere, it’s in my eyes, I’m now also blind.” 

Patton’s relief escaped in another bout of laughter, and something lifted in him. A weight that had been there for so long that he hadn’t even remembered it was there, nor how it felt to be without it. But now that it had left, he didn’t know how he had been living with it for so long. There was airiness in his chest, a clarity in his mind, a general sense of contentment rushing over him. This wasn’t a face he put on for others benefit, it wasn’t a fleeting enjoyment of one thing or another- what it was was a deep, thrumming joy that overcame him. 

He was happy. 

Naturally, Patton could not finish cleaning due to. Circumstances. Those circumstances being, he was finally letting himself indulge in some quality time with his new boyfriends (an identifier he very much liked the sound of). 

The trio were half-laying on the Common room’s couch, a tangle of various limbs. Remus leaned against a pile of pillows, and Patton rested his head on his chest. Draped across the both of them was Deceit, fastening all of his arms around them in a manner simultaneously protective and needy. Oh, and also very, very cute. 

“This was totally what I was planning from the beginning,” his voice reverberated through Patton’s chest, “God, I am so great at plotting.”

Remus clicked his tongue agreeably, pressing a kiss to the top of Morality’s head.

“Yeah, I was pretty sure we were gonna end up killing you, Pumpkin. This wasn’t even in the ballpark of outcomes.” 

Patton hummed in thought, cuddling himself closer to his partners.

“I dunno. I’d say your plan turned out pretty well.”

@deceits-left-glove​ 

@princemesscharming

@shrimp-crockpot

[camarilla-intuition]

Harrow the Ninth Daemon notes

Spoilers for the whole book! see also my previous Gideon the ninth daemon au post HERE!   pictures and character details beneath the cut. Same as before this is a little messy, I’m leaving crossed out words that were past ideas. Also there’s more illustrations in this one.

Lyctor process mashes the daemons together, physically and mentaly, creating a new ‘person’ out of the two, unlike the humans where one maintains conscious control. They like witches from HDM can distance themselves as much as they want. Often take it or they/them pronouns after, no name only a mythical title, since folklore was unlikely to survive the apocalypse John probably titles them? Lyctorhood is like loosing three people you love, the Cav and both of your daemons

Lyctor Harrow is a golden feathered or manned serpent? Tail tufted. Makes her harder to paint? Adding color she doesn’t want, stops talking back to harrow while the whole lobotomy thing continues, 6 ft long maybe?, curls itself around the bone covered sword and sits so still it’s unnerving. Basilisk(myth) or ouroboros as their title. From Their point of view, Harrows attempts to preserve Gideons personality is to late since they themselves are a new being of the combined two Daemons. below is without any paint harrow might try to put on them. No wings at first, I’m thinking it gains wings/ more of Gideon’s vultures features once She’s present. Gideon’s was a bearded vulture Harrow’s was a Horned Sea Snake.

Lyctor Ianthe: 4 wings and Iridescently colorful probably even more dramatically then my sketch below. Peahen size and now undeniably noticeable compared to when she was just a butcherbird, sings a little, only when she’s alone/ once she’s comfortable with harrow. Glowy or metalic? Russian Firebird (Zhar-ptista) or Alicanto? Ianthe’s was a pied Butcherbird, Nabs was a Peahen.

God/John: no daemon present with him, Maybe it behaves as if unsettled, shifting as it wants to, even if pre lyctoral process both John and Alecto had settled Daemons probably. the Sun Beast or Dominicus, It’s locked in the tomb with Alecto, a golden beast with multiple limbs and an iridescent sheen on its black crown/mane, idk we’ll see what Alecto’s like next book. Sun bear? Lion? Sun themed? In the true lyctoral process would the lector loose access to a daemon all together or would it be a shared entity? Learn more about Alecto first.

Cytherea: called the Hydra, multi limbed combo of a cuttlefish(hers) and a mouse lemur(lovedays) that kinda can act like an angler? Which is its head? You can’t tell. Can bio Luminese. Terrible. Can almost shapeshift it’s self how it wants, which is how she got away with disguising herself as Dulcinea AND Protesilaus at the same time. Extending limbs as much as it wants. 

Mercymorn: the Cockatrice, rooster plumage, piercing gaze. Hers was a bat, Cristabell’s a rooster.

Augustine: the unicorn, his was a horse, Alfred’s a stag or goat, silvery, lunges like a fencer? Nimble. sketch might make it look a little messier than what I picture it looking like.

Gideon the first: the manticore, bear for him and cheetah or snow leopard for Pyrrha? Long tail, big shoulders, spots, shaggy unkempt fur but less on face from scars, terrible mouth

Comander Awake Remembrance of These Valiant Dead Kia Hua Ko Te Pai Snap Back to Reality Oops There Goes the Gravity : tarantula hawk wasp. jeez can you imagine. once we know more about it, it’ll be interesting to see how different the Blood Eden is as a society. 

ghosts probably don't have daemons.... but maybe in flashes? maybe the ghost can take both forms? since its the same soul in two shapes?

The aus definitely have approximations of daemons, just a little off like everything else, but for different reasons. obviously for the ghosts themselves its cause the soul has recombined and the presenting daemons are part of the fantasy. but for living types, Harrow, maybe Palamedes (via trickery?) have their daemons in with them. specifically for the Basilisk, its the new entities mind just presenting like Harrows old singular snake. 

In the river, Harrows being the only even semi aquatic species benefits her ability to move around in it. When Gideon or Pyrrha’s personalities take over, the physical characteristics of their daemon shift a little to make theirs more ‘dominant’. Basilisk gets wings and talks more, Manticore shrinks a little, show more silver spots, it’s faster rather than lumbering. If asked both daemons wouldn’t feel a personality difference at all, cause there’s no two minds in there its just one entity.

I’m not gonna go back n change any of the concepts written down but i did decide that since likely most things are extinct or Very Different from today's species, things we think of as Extinct probably show up very often within this culture. no limits on that. except maybe few or rare dinosaurs? Interesting to think about divergent evolution and how species are determined in the Dark materials series. if only Humans have enough soul to have daemons, when did that occur?  and does When effect what animal species can present in humans? do you think Alien species of animal can present as daemons? eh tangents.

[that-bi-bliophile]

So my friends and I have an ongoing collection of quotes that my crazy math teacher has said. We had our last math class today so I felt it would be a good time to share this. (I added some annotations so that it makes more sense to people who weren’t there)

                                                 Quotes by Mr. G

                                             -An Ongoing Project-

“Grizzly bear will never get reindeer, correct?”

“Health is good”

“I don’t know what planet you are from”

“Hey, build pyramids!”

“And Humperdink will be sitting at his lonely table” (I looked it up and there’s a song called Lonely Table by Engelbert Humperdinck)

“Power to the power, power to the people.”

“I like that you laugh, it means you are still alive”

“Don’t laugh because people around you are shaking.”

“Someone is laughing, it is not supposed to be like that.”

“You are so engaged, that makes you 19”

“I appreciate if barricades are taken off your desk onto the floor.”

“And fish becomes shark and eats copies.”

“Also, cover your tails”

During an earthquake drill: “Take these drills seriously” -Mr. Asdfghjkl’, “Also, take seriously mathematics” -Mr. G

“I thought it is a box”

“Lice, only in your brain”

“Welcome again to the same stream, but water is different.”

“No, there is no Mr. G.”

“Yes, Mr. G is here”

“Why are you sitting?”

“I am concerned about your grade, and your knowledge. Mainly your knowledge.”

“By the way, I like tables.”

“About geometry and your life.”

“I don’t know what you are digging”

“Kids; too many”

“Look China, look China, look China”

“What information shall we withdraw from China?”

“Give me two points India!” (These last three were from a thing we did graphing country populations by the way)

“Specifically in the mountains.”

“I am driving, Maxime, do you understand?”

“He is doing minimum, it is food for thoughts.”

“He is also a jumper, will you share what you see in the other world?”

“Mr. G often goes tangentially.”

“Ellie chose and very wisely!”

“Ladies and gentlemen, our train is approaching, silence, tunnel, please, or else explosion.”

“Goat leg”

“I will now burst with my anger.”

“Mr. G is standing on his head now.”

“Homework is a bridge.”

“Anita was a fox and Basilio lost his money: golden bars.”

“I feed you, you are a shark and sharks are biting everything.”

“Thank you for stretching, maybe you have the right.”

“Your teacher is Mr. G, I know him.”

“Don’t be scared, but some of you didn’t learn and you are going to suffer.”

“You are the first representative of a younger generation.”

“I am not poisoning you.”

“I am entertaining you. It is the afternoon.”

“Look at their information, it’s terrible!”

“Where comes two? Oh! From the ceiling!”

“I made a mistake, wait, did I?”

“They forbid me to go to school, they say they will arrest me.” (During quarantine)

“Stop with attention span, whatever happened, don’t pay attention.”

“Go, go, go, go, go, go!”

“Anastasiya, did you learn your fingernails very nicely?”

“We are all working, I don’t know what republic you are.”

“No big goose.”

“Now we have geese in the water, looking something.”

“It’s not a pack of wolves, okay?”

“It’s called an undisciplined guy.”

“It came because we were catching all big fish”

“Algebra: without algebra there is nothing in life.”

“You are like fish”

“Your brain will grow like a cabbage”

“O.M.G. Our mutual goal”

“Tongue rolling attitude”

“A gebra named al”

 “Knowledge shouldn’t be soft”

“Hands up, how many hands do you have?” Max says, “10.” (We have a theory that he’s an alien, he’s also said things like “blonde eyed, blue haired”)

“Only happy people watch a clock, because they want to extend their happiness.”

“Relax, feel in my classroom, at home.”

“Someone is running water.”

“In U.S. you have freedom and liberty” (Mr. G is talking about not finding the discriminant before solving.)

“Bacon, bacon, bacon, bacon, bacon, where is my bacon.”

“Alexa, turn off, Alexa will you turn off your music?” (Caused several other people’s Alexa’s to turn on over Google Meets)

“Dying, just relax guys, I’m not dying.”

“Tilda likes her boys like she likes her numbers, positive.”

“What’s up is here.”

CMC: “A score of 14 and over should be commended.”

Mr. G: “A score of 14 and over shouldn’t be commended in this classroom.”

(He told math team he expected us to get at least 26)

“Relley, you are number 7”

“Two minutes! It is too much time!”

“Sixth graders are like rabbits. They are always twitching, and each time you turn around there are more of them.”

“Only Mr. G can put flesh and blood into these skeletons.”

“In Ukraine, they call it the big bear, but here, you call it the big diaper.” (He meant the big dipper)

“Boo, did you do your homework?!” (We have a great recording of this one. We did it for our Spooky Room™ in advisory because his granddaughter is in my advisory)

“Sing the song!” (Then he ‘sings’ the quadratic formula on like one note)

“The textbook is your bible.”

“Shake your heads!”

“‘Good Morning!’ said Bilbo, ‘What do you mean?’ he said. ‘Do you wish me a good morning, or mean that it is a good morning whether I want it or not; or that you feel good this morning; or that it is a morning to be good one?’”

“Alessandra, you need a life.” (This was really odd for him to say a student shouldn’t just spend all their time on mathematics, a different teacher ran out of the room to tell people @ohnoimfangirlingagain)

“Tilda, you are good, not great, but good.”

“You are the best of the best.”

“You now owe me a Ritz box.”

“Any questions” -Mr. G, “Nope” -Student, “Okay, also not good because there should be questions”-Mr. G

“Like a magic wand.”

“Is anyone falling apart, is anyone under the table?”

“I can see behind the sofa, is anyone in the orchard, picking fruit?”

“Sending them out of the boundaries of the United States, oops out of the equation.”

“You are great specialist at this one.”

“Not president of the united states, but candidate for the equation”

“You are very good citizen of BPC school.”

“Guys tell me, difficult? Difficult in training or easy in battle taking test.”

“Extraneous root is like outside fish that we throw back to the sea because it is not the fish.” (One of my favorites. I’m making it bold so that it’s more visible)

“Relax, go under sofa or whatever is best place for you.”

“ZPP, not Zina.”

“Off we start”

“Alexa, I am not asking you, switch off, Alexa, Alexa, thank you.”

“Tangent tangent tangent secant secant secant secant tangent”

“You need to respond, it is why police respond.”

“Its been one minute, I will count one minute from our time.”

“He is doing simultaneously Step 1 and Step 2! I love you!”

*leaning in and whispering into the computer, so just one student will hear* “Can you hear me? Psst can you hear me? Turn in your homework!”

“Gabby, open your face.”

“You have 9 minutes to relax.”

"Examples, they are clear? Good color?"

"Who is joining shout?"

“Everything: Mr. G is doing everything thoroughly, digging, digging, digging. Where is digging?”

“Coming to this minus, says, ‘Hello!’.”

“The secret is easy: you don't do any stupid things.”

“I will introduce the basic things, and skeleton.”

“Margaux, show me your face. I have forgot already in two months.”

“Drink coffee, oops, tea... talk to your dog... make your cat happy... keep energy up.”

"Just take in your bloodstream"

“Why are you running in orchard, picking wegetables.”

“In many countries. In Ukraine, we had Chernobyl and stay at home, in Africa, we had disease outbreak, no tvs. Now. I am good at distance learning.” (He’s from Ukraine and also taught in Africa)

“See they are asking you? Did you get four? If you didn’t get four, you have a problem?”

“I know, I know, but they are more mistakes here, they are playing tricks, they are wrong.”

“Grudge on you, very big grudge on you.”

“You see, I am covering.”

“Don’t jump to conclusion, good teams don’t jump to conclusion. Now jump to conclusion.”

Anastasiya “Play ocean sounds for one hour.” Mr. G “You have to go somewhere?”

Cole plays music, Mr. G says “Not funny.”

“Seventh grade are all five, five musketeers.”

“We are 15 already which means someone else is here”

“So far, I am boxing you.”

“Herrings are little fish that Russians love, not Ukranians.” 

“In Zambia there are potholes in the road. So I would fill them in with gravel. Now we are going to do that with your knowledge.”

“Cinderella had to get peas from sand. And she shook the blanket. Use BUCK.” (He often tells us to shake our heads)

“Please guys, open your faces.”

“You are like little red riding hood: lost.”

“To my surprise, it is time to start.”

“Now it is time to collect stones.”

“What will you do in Europe?”

“I don't like that it’s excluded, because 2 will feel excluded.”

“Infinite algebra 1”

“I am back to discuss with you our problems.”

“What is secret about? You are canceling.”

“It’s like I am merging to highway.”

“Welcome to Ukraine, my friends.”

“I have plans for you, but you will always change plans.”

“Wow, it’s attacking me from all sides! Zina in the kitchen...”

“It's like avalanche or cabbage growing, I hope paper cabbage is still growing full of your energy.”

“Be cute enough to see.”

“Give me volume! Volume, volume, volume, volume, volume!”

“I wasn’t running with you… you know, fast?”

“Three trees doesn’t make woods.” (But in Chinese two do, just saying)

“So far you are free.”

“Is there anyone falling apart, under the table, please come out. I see you.”

“What should I say now? That it is too much work, sorry.”

“The last is seesaw problem. I am joking, I don’t know if I will show you today seesaw.”

“And I will be watching you now.”

“Do you want to talk about life? We are talking about life.”

"Don't touch 7th graders, they are like a hive of bees, you never know, they will bite you."

“You are late for the date with Mr. G.”

“Someone wants to join, no.”

“Someone is just troubling us.”

“Someone is just breaking my computer.”

“There is no problem, it is my invention.” 

I will miss his class a lot.

[roc-thoughtblog]

Sense and Sensibility Readthrough Part 6

Chapter 9, Pages 34-39

Previously, I spent a whole hour on Chapter 8 because Marianne has a most amusing inability to understand anybody with the barest smidgen of emotional reserve, or anybody older than 27 in general.

In the end I spent my whole hour on chapter 9 too; this time it was "animating gales" that set me off on a tangent. I have no regrets though, I feel like I understand Austen's writing style just a bit better out of that.

I am starting to think my reading pace for Idoru just doesn’t translate to S&S though. Asides from tangents, maybe also for the relative density of the language in S&S, so maybe 5page/hour is just my Austen rate. We’ll see.

I did used to also spend 2 or more, uncounted hours, but part of this blog is that I also want to learn to pace myself and be aware of my time, so I’ll be sticking to one hour reading sessions and optionally an extra hour on something else.

Readthrough below.

Chapter 9 Dashwoods getting used to their new home; especially being able to be themselves again without worrying about Fanny, I bet. Relatable. Apparently they're consistently busy with hobbies at home (apparently Sir Middleton has none at home). And they're enjoying long, lushly described walks around the local area. Declined to do as much socialising as Sir M, but really who does as much socialising as Sir M?

GASP! Margaret still exists! :D

She's gone out to the hill to play with Marianne! I forgot that they're both kids, tween and teenager. They have that rare opportunity to simply be carefree.

when they caught in their faces the animating gales of a high south-westerly wind, [...] they pursued their way against the wind, resisting it with laughing delight for about twenty minutes longer, when suddenly the clouds united over their heads, and a driving rain set full in their face.

Haha, hubris! This section gives me pause to make a few observations though:

Firstly, this entire section is perhaps the most vivid and alive I can remember Austen describing anything: "exquisite enjoyment of air on the summits, "partial sunshine of a showery sky", "animating gales", and more. She can seriously paint a picture when she feels the narrative need; very rapid-fire showers of imagery, some of it even in-motion! The whole animating gales lines I really love, it has so much cool and vivid energy that I can really feel. Ah! I suppose that tactile element of the wind really lends it that extra, beautifully immersive dimension too. Note to self: settings do not have to be still, and even though it's often said, it bears reminding that it really pays to complement visuals with other senses. Oh! The animating gales line is also very Gibson-esque; it artfully combines all of the movement, tactile and emotional qualities of a refreshing wind to the face into a single wholistic, elegant feeling.

Secondly, I feel like this line illustrates really well one technique that Austen uses a lot, that gives part of the cheeky and sardonic feel of her narration. The one where she sets up or builds an expectation that might be positive, and then very abruptly and dryly (with no fanfare) subverts it and lets it completely bottom out without warning, turning all the positives upside-down. I've observed her previously using it to "compliment" her own characters, and I referred to it as "backhanded", but here with the scenery I'm starting to pick up the actual mechanism behind it. Is there a name for this? I'm going to call it an Austenism, for something to refer to it as, until I find out if it has a proper name. Either way I'm going to be more conscious of it from here on out.

Lastly, will Margaret ever talk? Poor girl finally had a chance to speak and all she got was "Margaret agreed." :'D

Anyway they try to run back home, because driving rains. Aww yess, running down a grassy hill in a heavy rain, I genuinely love that feeling. Marianne trips and twists her ankle. Oops, thats always a risk, I admit.

A rainswept stranger with a gun and two dogs stops to princess-carry her all the way down the hill home and into a comfy seat. Wow, she might love that. HAHA Elinor and Mama Dashwood both secretly think he's attractive. Does he leave without a word? Not as such, but the scene has no dialogue, so we are left quite deliberately to admire an "uncommonly handsome" and charming stranger in full air of mystery. Might also be because this chapter has so far been from Marianne's perspective, and being picked up by a romantic stranger out of the rain has probably destroyed her ability to remain situationally aware.

Mama Dashwood is so pleased. This guy's name is Willoughby apparently, he's too polite to stay and sit his rainy butt down on a fancy couch, and he's going to come again tomorrow to check that Marianne is okay.

and then he departed, to make himself still more interesting, in the midst of an heavy rain.

HAHA- Austen knows what she's doing here. I wonder how commonly she read such tropes in her time, to skewer them so much right now? "His manly beauty" HAHAHA it keeps going.

Marianne's completely flushed and totally overwhelmed by everything. He comes straight out of Marianne's favourite romance novels! She's definitely about to be completely infatuated if she's anything like some of my friends were back then. Yep, she's already decided that his shooting jacket is the most attractive jacket.

I have a feeling he's so perfect for Marianne in a such a completely cliched way that he's probably gonna get hella subverted before the end.

They find out from Sir Middleton the social butterfly that Willoughby comes down every year and is generally a nice bloke. HAHA Marianne wants to know everything about him in full infatuation mode, and Sir M is just like, "What? Iunno girl, but hey did you see his really awesome dog? What a good pupper."

Elinor asks better questions, as Elinor do. Reminds me of D&D when only one player remembers to ask the DM actual plot questions (usually me... ;>.>). Willoughby's related to that old lady nearby with the big estate and due to inherit it. Well, that sure is conventionally eligible.

Sir Middleton still seems convinced that Marianne and Colonel Brandon have an attraction and that Marianne is setting about on a new "conquest." Rude. Marianne (”warmly”) gives him a real piece of her mind about that. I would too. Sadly it's all wasted on Sir M's somewhat limited comprehension.

Only a few pages again today before I ran overtime. I'm starting to suspect I'm just not going to pick up any pace until I get familiar enough with Austen's writing that I'm not encountering something new to ruminate on the middle of every chapter.

[pastelsapphy]

Not sure if this is the right place to ask, but I'll try anyway, since you made that pretty good post about Sylvain. Do you ever get the feeling that a lot of fics treat Felix like this sort of carebot for his s/o? Like especially when paired with Dimitri and Sylvain, I have noticed that the majority of h/c fics just seem to entirely focus on him taking care of their needs with no regard as to whether he is himself equipped to give this sort of constant care. Like Felix has honestly been (1/2)

(2/3 oop) been fucked up throughout his life by watching the trauma of the people around him and being told it was for the best. That he himself didn’t have a right to feel bad about it because it was chivalrous. That’s why he distances himself and throws only insults because he can’t bear to see others wound themselves like that. It’s especially bad when it’s for his sake, so Sylvain’s actions would doubly set him off. I just don’t think it’s fair to expect him to be there to blow on everyone’s

(3/3 for real) emotional boo boos all the time without considering how fucked he himself is over this. That he barely recognizes his own emotional needs anymore because he’s had to focus on others all his life. Sorry for ranting a bit, but as someone who knows just how draining it is to constantly be there for others, seeing that portrayal is pretty off-putting.

Don’t worry about ranting I kinda went off too lol

***Warning for major spoilers for Azure Moon***

I have noticed this a few times. Felix definitely ends up in the role of “therapist friend,” in a sense. Hell, most of his supports involve him trying to talk someone out of a bad mindset/destructive habits (in his emotionally constipated way but he’s doing his best). He’s the kind of person who feels things very deeply and strongly and can’t seem to stand aside and watch people get hurt (Baby Crybaby Felix didn’t disappear after Duscur, he just got better at hiding). He was yelling about Dimitri’s mental health from day one, and as much as he gives people shit for idealizing sacrificing their lives for others–doesn’t he do that in his own way? Yeah, he hates the concept of dying for other people–but it’s pointed out a few times that protecting people is why he’s so devoted to his training. He’s not about to die for anyone, but he’ll sure as hell spend as much time as possible getting stronger so it never comes to that point.

I kinda get why people latch onto this? He kind of already acts the role in canon, so I guess he’s easy to use for that in fics (I mean, Mercedes also fills this role, but sometimes you need a shoulder to cry on and sometimes you need someone to go “no, this is unhealthy, and I won’t encourage it”). And it is interesting to see him trying to sort through his own emotions and such while figuring out how to deal with that, BUT people don’t write others reciprocating often enough, or just fics where Felix gets to be comforted on his own. He needs just as much love and support!!! 

He’s still carrying the trauma from Duscur and never got to properly handle it because of Rodrigue and everyone else’s reactions. 

On top of that, he was suddenly filling his brother’s role (which made him feel like he was a stand-in for Glenn. You can see it in his reactions to people comparing him to Glenn, or comparing him to other people in general (See: Mercedes C support)). 

And fuck, if I remember right after Rodrigue dies, it’s all about how Dimitri finally got his head screwed on straight. Not to say that’s not important but Felix just lost his father!!! What the fuck man!!! Yeah, Felix outwardly disliked him, but you can see in his reaction that he still cared for him (I refuse to believe Felix hanging out on the third floor of the Monastery, where Rodrigue was the prior month, is coincidence). He was just bitter about what happened after Duscur–his father’s seeming indifference towards Glenn’s death because he died “the right way” and his father’s preoccupation with Dimitri instead of his actual fucking son, who is traumatized and standing right there. Felix wanted his dad to be his dad, but Rodrigue’s head was too far up his own ass to figure that out (See: their conversation after Felix’s paralogue, where Rodrigue is just kinda like “yeah, he’s stubborn. We’re never going to see eye-to-eye on this). Hell, if you check the advice box after Gronder, you could get this note from Felix:

“Once, as a boy, I struck my father. Now that I think back on it, he must have been upset at the time. I wish that I could go back and apologize to him.” 

I literally went “awww” out loud when I got that in my BL run (I will never be convinced that this incident wasn’t in response to “he died like a true knight.”). He’s upset!!! He’s hurt!!!! Someone let him properly vent his emotions instead of forcing them down and hiding them all the time!!! And hell, even after that instead of dealing with his own stuff, he’s still trying to help everyone else out. In his A support with Dimitri he’s still trying to yank him back from the ledge. Of course he says it “wasn’t [his] intention,” but then the followup with “I just couldn’t stand the pathetic look on your face, that’s all,” by now we can tell that’s Felix for “I was worried but refuse to admit it.” (And really, he could have had a moment of reciprocation in this support. He briefly opens up about his survivor’s guilt and how he will be in pain over his father’s and brother’s deaths until the day he dies, but instead of delving into that Dimitri starts to compare him to Glenn. Again.)

I went on a bit of a tangent there but yeah, Felix needs as much comfort and support as the rest of the characters do. I’ve been the Therapist Friend™ before and yeah, it’s exhausting. Mentally and physically, really–especially when you have no idea what the fuck you’re doing (I had one friend who almost caused me to have a damn breakdown because he had so much going on and I was not equipped to help but also couldn’t not help). 

So, yeah, Felix’s traumas and coping mechanisms need to be acknowledged more and he needs just as much love and care and support as everyone else.

[marveloussupernerd]

Hi! Thank you so much for being so patient with me, this week has been super crazy but I’m so excited to write this for you. I gave you a bf and a friend, I hope that’s what you wanted? Haha if not feel free to lmk

I ship you (romantically) with Sam Wilson!

Okay first off I LOVE Sam this is secretly a Sam Wilson stan account

I’m so marvel deprived tho I had to make positive that was his name bc it lowkey sounds fake anyways enough w my tangents

This is the time to mention that Sam is 5’10”

If you ever wear heels he WILL put on his wings and fly up so he’s taller than you

It doesn’t actually hurt his ego to be shorter than you, but he sure likes to pretend it does

I’m an ENFJ and my sis is an INTP so I’d like to say I get the vibes you give off 

Hear me out, it usually takes you a bit to warm up around ppl but Sam is different

He’s so charismatic and friendly you click with him immediately

The first time you meet you’re in line at a coffee shop (oops sorry didn’t mean to make this a coffee shop au) and the line was so long he started talking to you

How did you end up telling him about your favorite childhood toy within 20 minutes? Who knows

You guys enjoyed your drinks together and kept talking... he’s just so naturally good at conversation

And you felt comfy around him immediately, so you were your chatty self your friends know and love so much

He HATES poetry

Well he did

He just had bad memories of having to read and write haikus in seventh grade english

But when you introduce him to true poetry, he actually kinda likes it

He wishes he could talk as smooth as the poets

He tries to quote some to you like a pick-up line but forgets it

Sometimes he tries to quote Shakespeare and he’s just like “doth” and “thou” and neither of you can keep a straight face

You’re interested in history and psychology?

Well he certainly knows a certain winter soldier whose head has been to hell and back and happens to be from the past

Bucky is actually super nice to you; he was closed-off at first, but when you talk to him he knows you mean no malice, so he slowly starts to open up more

Steve and Sam are just dumbfounded bc Bucky’s never told these stories to anyone

Sam is always down to go on an adventure

He offered to take you flying once but you heavily refused

He has let you pilot RedWing though which is pretty fun

He also likes to explore the city with you

On vacations, you walk around with no map, just seeing where you end up

This man is SO good at banter. You’ll never be bored around him. He always always has a comeback

Again you’ve become Bucky’s therapist

Tony’s lowkey too

Sam doesn’t get jealous when you hang out with them per say, he just gets needy for your attention because you’re around him but you aren’t focusing on him

He loves having your attention

He really hates fighting, but isn’t afraid to stick up for what he believes in

If you have an argument, he’ll leave you alone for a bit to cool down and then apologize

He always is the one to apologize first

If you’re withdrawn afterwards, he mopes

He starts making cookies and other fattening things and lounges around and watches movies

It entices you to go hang out with him, especially when he’s so pitiful

He’s a cheesy romantic. Loves rooftop picnics and dancing in the rain. No giant public displays of affection, but lots of private dates and romantic gestures so long as it’s just you and him

He’s a daydreamer too. Loves laying in bed on lazy mornings with you and just thinking, enjoying one another’s presence

I think you’d be good friends with Wade Wilson!

Not intentional that their last names are both Wilson oops

If you have not heard before, my sister helps me w these matchups and she loves Deadpool and was confident you two would be great friends

Bear with me as I use my not very thorough knowledge for this one

I hope you don’t mind being teased bc he’ll tease you all the time

But also on the other hand compliment you like crazy

One moment he goes from saying your eyes are absolutely gorgeous to him saying they’re such a boring color (no hate to brown eyes he’s just dumb)

You’re good at getting yourself out of sticky situations? Good. Wade always gets you in them

Not like he’s robbing a bank or anything and needs a lie to get past the cops or anything like that

He just pisses a lot of people off and likes to make bets that he tends to lose

It’s your job to go out with him on drinking nights and watch over him

The first time you talked him out of a fight over the fact that he was flirting with a dude’s girlfriend (which he totally was), he was amazed and begged you to go out with him all the time

He daydreams nonstop

Also writes poetry and fan fiction and asks you to proofread it and give your honest opinion

His imagery is shockingly good in poems, but then he has to rhyme at the end of every line like “Cheeto” and “neato.” Why wade. Why.

Fashion ICON

makes you take him with you when you go shopping

Always in the dressing room with you to zip up your dress if you need it

But never ever inappropriate. He always turns while you’re getting dressed which is kinda shocking

You’re his friend. He’d never be creepy like that

Your fashion game is a whole new level because of him

Lots more statement pieces. Leopard print jackets. Purple jewelery. Big handbags

He doesn’t think fashion should ever be subtle and he’s kinda wearing off on you

You’ve become his therapist too sigh

He talks about less pressing matters tho

Just likes having you to support him

Oop also you’re one of the only ppl he talks to when he’s mad or acting all stubborn

Your favorite pastime is watching bad reality TV when you have free time

The others think you two are so weird but you don’t care. You two are such great friends

Thanks again for your request and your patience! Sorry if they seem a little shorter than usual; I’m tired tonight but wanted to get this out for you :)