#because it’s definitely one of the weirdest dreams i’ve had

[pucksandpower]

Pigs flying ✅

Hell has frozen over ✅

Alpine double podium ✅

[deepwaterwritingprompts]

Big Deep Water News 🪼🪼🪼

As some of you might know, I write not just two sentence prompts, but full length manuscripts as well. Following beta sourced from the followers of this very blog, I’ve been querying the most recent, titled BORDERLINE, intermittently for about a year.

And, as of this week, I’ve officially signed with a literary agent and am now represented by Stephen Barbara at Inkwell Management.

Prompts will continue as I work on some edits (and my regular job) and dream the manuscript gets picked up and published. If you’re interested, here’s a link to the tag on my personal, and the description below the cut!

I’ll definitely be sharing any news that comes up on this topic. It’s pretty wild but here we are. Stay weird, keep writing, and love always,

- Lilia 💫

Lin O’Leary keeps her eyes closed. That’s how you survive in the town of Florida: small, slightly run down, and sitting right on a rip in reality. Known to locals as ‘the borderline’, all anyone knows for sure is that it ate town darling Momo Kasahara six years ago, and is best left alone. Lin, a high school dropout now working at the world’s weirdest corner store, tries not to dwell on the girl she might have loved if she’d had the chance. No real friends or future, she accepts midnight shifts, saves her pennies, and ignores the faceless entity seeking instant oatmeal. 

When a grown up Momo appears one night like a ghost in the snack aisle, everything changes. Lin is sure that finding her will cure the strange gloom that’s been hanging over her and her town for so long. Remaining twin Bo Kasahara just wants his family whole again, and touring paranormal vlogger Julien True sees his chance to shoot the pilot episode of his dreams. Together the three of them must learn how to cross the borderline, unraveling the terrible secrets of Florida one by one until their rescue mission is successful. Because Momo is not a ghost at all. 

Momo Kasahara is impossible to find and furious about it. Her hometown is an otherworldly shadow, her mind is definitely going, and her only neighbors treat her with eldritch indifference…most of the time. Stuck somewhere just outside of existence, she knows she must save herself soon, before she forgets what it means to be human.

[spidey-x-male-reader]

Pls do spot with a non-binary spider reader who not only thinks he and his abilities are cool, but teaches him how to properly use them. Pls I have so much brains of for this man I'LL TAKE EVEN THE TINIEST CRUMB JUST PLS🙏🙏

Pairing: The Spot x nonbinary!reader

Warnings: ///

A/N: God I was really trying my best with this one. I hope it's alright!

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

MASTERLIST

Being part of the spider society probably isn’t your dream job (mostly because you don’t get paid for some reason?) but it was fun most of the time. 

You hang out with people who understand you better than most people around you do, you have fun missions and get to kick ass. What’s better than that?

Of course there’s the occasional multiversal threat but you are great at dealing with that. And you would never get compromised because of anything…never…definitely…

“Oh my god he’s so cool” you mumble to yourself while swinging after the spot.

You were alone for the while, Jess having stayed back to do some damage control, but Miguel has clearly tasked you to catch the Spot and make sure he didn’t do anything dangerous. But currently you are way too focused on how cool the guy looks to think about catching him.

“Hey! Can I ask a question?” you ask while swinging next to him.

“Wha– I guess?” He seems more confused than anything. As much as you can judge from…his non-existent facial features.

“Do your powers have some kind of limit of distance or could you like…go to Italy right now if you wanted?”

“I–” he stops moving and stays standing on a rooftop. “That’s a good question actually.”

You stop standing next to him, carefully touching his shoulder. It feels pretty normal. You imagined something else.

“...aren’t you going to arrest me or something?”

“I’ll think about it when my boss starts paying me.” you shrug. “My name is (y/n) by the way.” you hold your hand out to him. Ah yes. Telling your secret identity to the guy you’re supposed to be hunting. Miguel would give you the most disapproving glare if he saw you right now. 

“The spot.” he shakes your hand. “But…I guess Jonathan if we go by first names” this was probably the weirdest interaction you had all week…or the second weirdest.

“So…tell me more about your powers. How do they work?”

“What? So you can make fun of them?”

“Fun? Are you kidding? This is like…the coolest thing I’ve ever seen. And I saw a guy that turned into a giant rhino. And that’s pretty cool. But those powers are like…” you look up to (were you guess) his face is. “...absolutely incredible. They’re beautiful.”

“Well that’s the first time someone says that…usually they tend to make fun of it or just…the way I look.”

“What’s wrong about the way you look?” you frown, looking at him. “Sure…it’s a bit weird to not have a face to look at but I think we can work with that.”

He doesn’t say something for a few seconds, just studying you silently. “Thank you” he eventually says.

You want to say something when your communicator blinks as you hear Jessica’s voice out of it. “(y/n)? Have you caught the spot?”

You look up at him for a moment. “...no. I lost him. Sorry.”

“It’s okay. Meet me at the meet up point. We’re going to have to think about a new strategy.”

“Of course. I’ll be there in a few minutes. I’ll check the territory once more.” you say before hanging up. “I do not like lying to Jess.”

“Why…did you lie?”

“I didn’t see the reason for turning you in.” you smile at him. “And…you know. Maybe I can help you if you need some more help with your powers. I mean I’m not an expert at portals and stuff but I’m good…positive affirmation.” you grin at him before stepping to the edge of the building.

“How am I…going to find you for that?” he asks, taking a step towards you again.

You turn back to him again. “Don’t worry. I’ll be the one finding you.” you grin and let yourself fall off the building backwards.

That looked cool, right?

You are hoping it looked cool.

And you’re trying to do your best to not think about the fact that you wanted to impress the new villain.

….that was okay….right?

[montrealmadison]

I'd love to read a happy snuggly fic about Bitty & Jack.

Number #15 (for Bitty 😉)

thank you for this delightful prompt! whenever i get stuck on where to start with jack and bitty, i always revert to them snuggling. this was a really nice excuse to polish a scene that i've had kicking around my WIP folder forever. hope it's okay that the boys took it in a, shall we say, steamy direction. ❤️

15. zimbits + happy snuggly vibes + I Love You Always Forever by Betty Who for @jadedmandarin81

You’ve got the most unbelievable blue eyes I’ve ever seen You’ve got me almost melting away

Hot morning sun on his shoulders, a big, hot hand on the small of his back, and Bitty has no clue where he is.

He blinks, and—right. His childhood bedroom, sometime after sunrise: lemon-yellow walls, a mess of posters, crisp white curtains hanging limp from the humidity. It can’t be very late, because Coach’s morning shower isn’t whining through the walls yet. July fifth dawns the same every blessed year: Mama having a lie-in, Coach firing up the truck, long lazy days of few words and a blue sky and a beer that Bitty's too young to be drinking. Lord, what he wouldn’t give to be fifteen and at the lake right now, cold water closing over his head. 

He brings himself slowly back to earth by wishing really hard that the Olympic-sized rink behind Michelle Kwan’s paper smile would just sort of… replace the air conditioner they haven’t been able to afford to fix for years. As it stands, he’s fucking hot.

Jack, for all that he’s peaceful in sleep, is not helping. Bitty’s cheek is stuck to his bare chest, his massive thighs are trapping Bitty’s calves, and every inch of bare skin in between is tacky and gross. The Jack of his dreams is so tangled up with the call of the ice that he feels like he should be cold by default. Jack should be white and gray and blue; frosted winter mornings, distant sun, minty breath. The Jack of reality is—well, he’s beautiful, dark sweeping lashes and all that, but he’s just as sweaty as Bitty is and his breath definitely does not smell like mint.

Bitty doesn’t mind.

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He’s still waiting for the other shoe to drop. From the moment they’d locked eyes at baggage claim, this weekend has been the weirdest song and dance: Bitty letting Jack into his life inch by inch, arranging the pieces of his soul for approval. Here’s where I went to high school. Here’s our family dinner table. Here’s my truck bed. Let’s make out. In return, apparently, he gets to have this now: his college hockey captain, on his back in Bitty’s bed, breathing slow and deep and measured with his hand skimming Bitty’s ass. 

That’s my best friend. The thought makes Bitty feel floaty and weird. He knows Jack’s gym schedule and the slant of his real smile and what he eats for breakfast, but he’s only seen him sleep once: the morning of graduation, when they’d climbed up to the roof of Faber and Bitty had woken up on Jack’s shoulder, in the folds of a jacket that smelled like him.

He hadn’t let himself believe, even then, that they might be more. After all, the thing about Jack is that sooner or later he’s always stopped being Jack and turned back into Jack Zimmermann, a living legend in the shape of a teammate. Bitty had pretended it was easy, once, not to lean into the intimacy of knowing just a little more than everyone else. It feels new and exhilarating and dangerous for him to get to see Jack like this now, all pretenses abandoned, one of his wildest fantasies come to life.

Jack chooses that moment to stir, like he can hear Bitty’s thoughts shouting his name. Bitty feels the flush rising in his cheeks, embarrassed that Jack’s caught him staring—but Jack doesn’t seem to mind, just lets out a long satisfied breath through his nose and murmurs, morning-low, “Bittle.”

Lord, but that makes something pop in Bitty’s gut and then fizzle into butterflies. Before last night he’d never even really been kissed before, and now—and now. His senses are overloaded, filled with the flash-fire knowledge that at long last someone else wants this as badly as he does. 

“Jack,” he says, sure that his morning voice must sound squeaky and childish in comparison.

But Jack’s eyes on his face are sleepy dark blue, weighty with something that looks a hell of a lot like approval. Bitty follows the slow roll of Jack’s Adam’s apple so he won’t do something really embarrassing, like explode and die. 

“Bitty,” Jack sighs again. Jesus Christ. There go Bitty’s chances of getting out of this bed alive. “‘S’hot.”

“Yes,” Bitty grumps, but neither of them make a move to separate. That self-satisfied thing flashes through him again. Jack is, apparently, so into this, into him; the bruises to prove it are probably already darkening low on his belly and hips. Being watched this way makes Bitty feel slightly insane, drunk with power.

“I like this,” Jack says. His voice rumbles, far-off thunder. Bitty thinks about flash floods, dams breaking, the crackshot sound of shattering ice. 

“What?”

“Waking up with you.”

There’s the sincerity that’s been driving Bitty wild all weekend. He’s long since mastered the art of lying smoothly through his teeth, but Jack’s graceless honesty punches holes through every pretense he can muster. It’s how Jack got him on his back in the truck bed last night, why they apparently can’t stop talking unless they find other ways to occupy their mouths. Just like that, Bitty's cheeks are in full flame.

“Me too,” he says, too quickly. Jack doesn’t seem to notice. His arms are huge, and Bitty is welcome in them. He feels positively unhinged. He has zero desire to move.

“Do we have to get up?”

“Probably,” Bitty groans, seizing the change of topic with both hands. He thunks his forehead into Jack’s shoulder for emphasis. “Coach’ll be up soon.”

“‘Kay,” says Jack, not moving one blessed inch.

Bitty squirms a little, thrilled. They keep ending up on the same page, wanting the same things. Feeling bold, Bitty mouths over the hot expanse of skin between Jack's shoulder and his neck, loving the way Jack immediately makes that pleased sound deep in his throat. 

"Sorry."

“For—ah." 

Jack honest-to-god moans when Bitty reaches the spot beneath his ear, and that's it: Bitty's deceased. He's gone. He's gonna die right here in his childhood bedroom, and he'll be damn well pleased about it. "Don't be—sorry for what?”

“That it’s not private,” Bitty murmurs. He waves his free hand toward the door, beyond which his parents hopefully believe that Bitty and his good friend Jack are passed out in separate rooms after the (completely tame, very platonic) excitement of last night's festivities. It seems like a tall order even in his head. He's gonna have to spend the next month before he goes back to school being very careful about the thoughts he lets show on his face.

When Bitty flexes his toes against Jack's bare leg under the sheets to prompt an answer, Jack hums a little, turns and drags his nose lightly across Bitty's forehead. "Don’t be sorry,” he says. “Actually, I was thinking about that last night."

"You were? Huh," Bitty says. "Sounds like I didn't do a very good job, then."

Jack gives him a gentle, one-handed shove. "After... uh, well. After that." He blushes so pretty, right over his nose and hot up his cheeks. Bitty kind of wants to eat him whole. "What would you say about coming to visit me?"

Forget what he’d say; Bitty can barely even think about it without going insane. Just the two of them, alone, four soundproof walls and a chance to figure this out for real. "In Providence?"

"Yes,” Jack says. “And we can do, um. More. Of what we did last night.”

Bitty is acutely aware of Jack’s hand, which is now rubbing little circles into his back, and all the other places it was last night, and how much he’d like for it to be in those places again.

“Yes, okay,” he says, too quickly to be polite; Jack is grinning, though, so. Right answer.

"Deal."

Bitty smiles back, megawatt. "Deal."

"First I have to make it home, though," Jack says. "Got a whole kitchen to get ready for you, eh?"

He says get ready like it has multiple meanings, and Bitty gets to pick the one he wants. Despite the heat, he finds himself shivering in anticipation.

"Sounds amazing," Bitty says, definitely not just talking about the kitchen. He shoves Jack back, teasing. This is his best friend and so much more. "Then you better get packin', mister, you got a flight to catch."

When the alarm clock goes off down the hall, Jack rolls out of bed and goes for his bag, sleepy chirps in full effect. Bitty stays put, though, watching. The sun catches just right on the hard planes of Jack’s shoulders, melting winter into spring, and Bitty is okay with losing control.

[xoxoladyaz]

AU-gust, Day 9: Cleaning Crew

A/N: Avengers Crossover and allusions to smut, ahoy!

This ended up way hurt/comfort/fluff than I anticipated and there were almost no sexy times? And it was definitely the Avengers cockblocking Eddie and not the other way around so if there's still interest in that, I could see me writing THAT AU in the future! I just wanted Steve to be properly appreciated, you know? Anyways, happy AU-gust Day 9!

“This is the weirdest NDA I’ve ever seen.”

“Question, how many NDAs have you seen?”

Nancy Wheeler’s pinched face glared at Steve through his Starkphone. “Enough.” She rolled her eyes at Steve and restarted her perusal of the hefty contract Steve had emailed over to her (that she’d insisted on printing and making notes on, because even ten years removed from high school, Nancy Wheeler was thorough.) “There’s some things here regarding interpersonal relationships that seem a little unprecedented.”

“But?” Steve Harrington echoed, his eyebrows near his hairline.

“But you are dealing with the world’s first literal superhero team so these probably aren’t unreasonable requests,” she finished between gritted teeth.

“Great, so I can sign it then.”

“Steve,” Nancy sighed, and she pinched her nose between her eyes, “are you sure you want to do this? If it’s a matter of money - ”

“It’s not, Nance. Neither one of us has to work,” Steve argued back and hey, he wasn’t wrong. The government had been obscenely generous in their payouts after they’d finally defeated Vecna. And, okay, was it a little weird that instead of going to a fancy school or kickstarting his musical career or buying a weed farm that Steve rented a normal apartment and put the rest away into an investment fund? Maybe. Did he need to work, let alone work as a glorified cleaning service for the one percent? No, not at all.

But maintaining one of his (recently-divorced) mother’s properties had turned into a prosperous career because hey, it turns out all of those years spent cleaning up after the kids (and the interdimensional monsters they kept as pets) meant that he was, like, really good at cleaning. (And he was still incredibly insecure about his intelligence, or lack-thereof, and he didn’t want to be the only one who didn’t get into the dream school he applied for.)

And now he’d been personally asked – by Pepper Potts herself, of all people (who apparently played bridge with his mom?) – to take over the general care and upkeep of the personnel apartments at the newly re-christened Avengers Tower in New York City.

(Thank God he’d been out of town at one of Lucas’ basketball games when the whole attack happened; not that he wouldn’t have been willing to help but man, fighting monsters takes a toll when you’re not a superhuman. And he was only thirty.)

“This just feels like a cry for help, Steve. Do you really want to look after the world’s most difficult group of people?”

Steve stared at Nancy without blinking. “I babysat Henderson for years. I feel like I’m still babysitting Henderson.”

“I know, it’s just – I’m just worried that you’re not moving on, Steve.”

And, well, that hurt. Because sure, he didn’t have a doctorate like Robin or Dustin and he wasn’t playing professional sports like Lucas or spearheading global disability rights campaigns like Max or running a prosperous weed farm like Argyle or was part of the reporting and photography duo that was Nancy and Jonathan, nor was he part of a Grammy-winning rock band or a retired superhero or –

(It’s just, at the end of the day, Steve didn’t have really big dreams. After years spent fighting interdimensional monsters that liked to crawl their way out of walls, all of the other stuff – fame, fortune, money, a legacy – it didn’t really feel important anymore. All Steve wanted now, and truthfully, all he really wanted then, was a place to call home and people to belong to.

So honestly, it was really fucking rude of Nancy to judge him for just wanting that. And he was going to be working in close proximity with the Avengers of all people, like, how was that not success? Sure, he’d essentially be a live-in maid, but it wasn’t like he wasn’t doing important work.)

Steve didn’t say any of this to Nancy, of course; he didn’t need to. The looks on her face – shock, and then guilt – said enough.

“Steve - ”

“Thanks for your help, Nance,” he replied quickly, and then he hung up the phone.

(They were all split up now, they had been for years. And keeping them all together, staying together, being a family? That had been his dream for years.

But maybe it was time for a new dream now.

And maybe the Avengers Tower was the perfect place to start.)

/////

Working at the Tower meant that sometimes Steve felt like he was cleaning a frat house, mainly because the communal kitchen was usually covered in junk food wrappers and empty beer bottles and days’ old coffee mugs.

(“Trust me,” Pepper Potts had said drily the first time they’d had a check-in meeting, “this doesn’t come closeto a Tony Stark frat house party.”) 

Still, he was on time every day, kept to himself, and most importantly didn’t sell out any information to any of the many, many media outlets that sent him offers. That, along with the fact that apparently Steve had an obscenely high security clearance (thanks, Hawkins!) meant that he was asked to officially move into the staff quarters of Avengers Tower within his first month of work.

(Which had the added effect of him actually meeting the Avengers and, well, it was a little weird.

Because if Steve didn’t know any better, he’d say that they were flirting with him. Or, even worse, that they were staking some sort of claim, and that didn’t make sense, right?

Right?)

/////

1. Tony Stark

“Hey honeybun, how’s it hanging?”

“To the left,” Steve replied absentmindedly as he disinfected the industrial-grade espresso machine.

Someone choked behind him and – shit.

He’d just said that to his BOSS.

(His incredibly hot, incredibly wealthy, incredibly smart and powerful boss.

SHIT.)

“Mr. Stark!” Steve exclaimed as he spun to face his employer. “Mr. Stark, I am so, so sorry, that was so inappropriate - ”

“First of all, please for the love of god call me Tony,” Mr. Stark – Tony – ordered with a smirk as he leaned on the kitchen’s island. He was dressed in an old AC/DC tee that sent a pang through Steve’s heart because wowit reminded him so much of Eddie (although that’s where their style similarities ended, because Eddie always wore loose bottoms and Tony’s pants were always fitted to accentuate his ass.

NOT THAT STEVE HAD BEEN LOOKING.)

“And second of all,” Tony purred as he leaned further across the island, getting right up into Steve’s space, “don’t tease me if you aren’t going to follow through, sweetheart.”

Steve didn’t need a mirror to tell him that he was flushing bright red. “I – I - ”

“Mister Harrington, sir,” JARVIS spoke – which was a fully functional AI that Dustin would die to know about – “there is a call waiting for you on your personal line, a Mister Edward Munson.”

Speak of the devil.

“Oh,” Steve murmured, his face cooling off as quickly as it had heated and he spun around, hands shaking as he looked for a towel. “Yeah, let me just get a towel - ”

“JARVIS, put the call on my line,” he heard Tony order, and then a warm hand was at his back. “I’ve got this, handsome.”

Steve turned just in time to see Tony shoot him a wink and pick up his phone. “Eddie Munson, huh? I’ve heard a lot about you,” Tony started and then he was gone, disappearing out of the kitchen and towards his lab.

“I – JARVIS?”

“Mister Stark is a mystery to behold,” the AI replied with a sigh. “How about a glass of champagne?”

You know what? Fuck it.

“That sounds great, J.”

2. Steve Rogers

“ – and I said, ‘excuse me, but only one of us outsmarted some leftover commie bastards at the age of ten and it wasn’t you, Professor.’”

Steve snorted, listening as Erica detailed her most recent argument – and victory – with her prick of an international relations professor. (A few days after his weird interaction with Tony in the kitchen, he’d been granted access to accept personal calls in the main Avengers spaces, which meant that he had more time to catch up with his friends while cleaning which was a blessing because some of the dusting in this place? Took hours.)

“Doesn’t that break your NDA?”

“Please,” Erica snorted over the living room’s loudspeakers, “I’ve got Owens wrapped around my finger, just like you with a certain member of the one percent.”

“Sorry, what?” Steve paused mid-wipe, looking confusedly at the now-gleaming metallic coffee table in front of him. “What are you talking about?”

“Tony Stark, your knight in iron armor?” Erica replied in her best I’m-talking-to-an-idiot-right-now voice. “Or did you forget that he’s screening your calls?”

“He’s screening my what?”

“Please, we all heard about his little talk with the Nerd King,” she scoffed and oh yeah, he’d forgotten about that. (Honestly, he had no idea what those two had even talked about; when he asked Tony, the older man had changed the subject and ordered super fancy sushi instead.) “Now, if you had a bodyguard like that back at Starcourt, maybe you wouldn’t have gotten your ass kicked by the Russians.”

“What Russians?”

Steve didn’t scream, but he might have let out a high-pitched noise of surprise at the sound of Captain America’s voice. He turned around to find Steve Rogers standing at attention in the living room, his eyes glaring at the speakers overhead.

“Steve,” Erica’s voice echoed slowly, “am I hearing Captain America right now?”

“Just Steve Rogers, ma’am,” the tall blonde replied automatically.

“And just how long have you been there, Just Steve Rogers?”

“Long enough. Now, what is this about the Russians?” He asked, and his piercing blue eyes dropped onto Steve’s face and his heart was beating fast because he was nervous and for no other reason.

“Seriously? How do you not know? Haven’t you read Steve’s file?” Erica asked incredulously and okay, this conversation needed to be done immediately.

Piercing blue eyes grew shocked and Captain Rogers looked, well, sick to his stomach. “You have a file?”

“Okay!” Steve jumped up before this could spiral any further out of hand. “Erica, it was great talking to you, I’ll call you later, uh, Captain Rogers - ”

“Please, call me Steve.”

“Right, Steve, there’s nothing to be, uh, worried about - ”

“She said Russians,” Cap pointed to the ceiling, “so there’s definitely something to be worried about. Does Tony know about the Russians?”

“I’m sorry, did somebody say my name?” Tony popped his head into the room because of course he was also nearby.

“Did you know about this?”

“I know a lot of things, Cap, you’re going to have to be more specific.”

“Did you know that Steve was attacked by Russians?”

“Steve was what?!”

(Steve was then treated to the sight of Iron Man and Captain America reading his security file, staring at him in shock, and then stomping off to do something about their fury? The last part of that entire thing didn’t make sense, but JARVIS sent him some whiskey so hey, it could have been worse.

And if he let Captain Rogers tuck an extra blanket around him during movie night, well, that was just his business.)

3. Natasha Romanoff (and Clint Barton)

“I heard you lost a fight with some Russians.”

“JESUS!” Steve startled, barely stopping himself from dropping Tony’s mother’s expensive China all over the floor. (The porcelain set hadn’t been looked at in years and Pepper wanted to use it for the next investors meeting, so of course this is when the infamous Black Widow approached him.)

“Okay, first of all,” he said after he had set down the dishware and turned to face the smirking redhead, “I didn’t lose the fight, I knocked one out.”

“And then you got surrounded, captured, and were tortured for a total of two hours in a hidden bunker,” she finished. (How did she get her eyebrow to quirk like that? And why did he feel like she was flirting with him but also being mean?)

(And how could he get that skill?)

“I – yeah, you’re not wrong about that,” Steve muttered, glancing away from Natasha. “At least we all made it out alive. And we survived the whole Hawkins earthquake thing.”

Natasha snorted and murmured something under her breath that sounded like Russian but also sounded like metal and frankly didn’t make a lot of sense. She cleared her throat and spoke up and, well, whatever she said before must not have been important. “It’s a good thing you have us to train you.”

“Yeah,” he murmured absentmindedly. Then – 

“Wait, what?”

Which is how Steve started spending two hours out of every afternoon “training” with Natasha in the official Avengers’ sparring room. Honestly, he wasn’t sure how much good it was doing, given that “training” mainly consisted of Natasha throwing him around the room and giving him bruises.

(Okay, that he was into, and she knew it too, judging by the wink she’d send him every time he headed off to the showers.)

After a few weeks, when she’d deemed him “competent” enough, she had Clint Barton start “assisting” as well, meaning there were two of them beating him up now which meant twice the embarrassment and twice the bruises.

(And twice the amount of time jerking off in the shower.)

(This was really starting to get out of hand.)

4. Thor and Bruce Banner

“This is really starting to get out of hand.”

“What is?” Robin asked as she poured the last of her Flaming Hot Cheeto dust into her mouth. She was the first person Steve had been able to secure a visitor’s pass for; Dustin was next on the list, followed by Max and Erica and then the rest of the gang (although according to JARVIS they were running into some sort of problem with Eddie’s pass, which could take up to an additional two months? He didn’t fully understand it, JARVIS had told him during breakfast a few days ago and he’d gotten distracted by Natasha throwing knives at Clint’s apple strudel and Steve accidentally breaking the toaster again.)

Steve grimaced as he watched her lick her fingers. “You mean aside from your Cheeto addiction?”

“Hey, this isn’t an addiction, I can stop any time,” she replied with a snort before tossing her empty bag at Steve. 

(Gross.)

“Sorry, what were you saying dingus? Something about things getting out of hand?”

“I don’t know, I just,” Steve set down his feather-duster (that he hadn’t even been using, he’d just been tossing it around like his old ice cream scooper) and got close enough to Robin so she could hear his whisper, “I might be reading things wrong, but I’m almost getting the feeling that they’re into me or something?”

Robin frowned. “Who, Eddie?”

“Eddie?” Now it was Steve’s turn to be confused. “No, the Avengers.”

“The AVENGERS?” Robin squeaked just as the door to the elevator banks opened. Steve and Robin whipped around to see Thor enter the main atrium with Dr. Banner on his heels.

“Steve!” Thor shot him a blinding smile and strutted over. Upon reaching Steve he wrapped him up in a hug and lifted him off the ground.

“Hey Thor!” Steve wheezed, trying to pat what he could of Thor’s back.

“How I have missed your countenance, my friend,” Thor boomed, and then he was setting Steve back on the ground – 

And kissing him on the lips. 

Thor leaned back and beamed, ignoring the fact that Steve was openly gaping at him. “It is good to be home.”

“Yeah? Yeah,” Steve breathed before shooting a quick look at Robin who looked completely and totally dumbfounded.

“And you must be the Lady Robin!” Thor said, turning his mega-watt smile upon Robin who flushed bright red. “Steve has told us of your exploits and your intellect. You would do well amongst the heroes of Asgard.”

“Thank you? I mean, thank you,” Robin squeaked.

(If Steve wasn’t in a state of complete and utter shock, he might have laughed at her, but he couldn’t move.)

“I have also seen the flag of your people,” Thor continued, like he didn’t notice Robin’s utter embarrassment, “and I have a lovely friend named Val who is searching for a paramour of her own. Do you think you would be interested? I could arrange a meeting.”

“Val. Val? As in - ”

“Valkyrie, yes,” Dr. Banner finally cut in sheepishly. “Also, hi, I’m Dr. Banner.”

Robin could only muster up a wave.

“Uh, hi, hi Bruce,” Steve shook his head, forcing himself to get it together it was only a kiss.

“Hi Steve, good to see you,” Bruce replied, and now he was bright red and well apparently Thor was the only person who wasn’t blushing right now and Steve needed to get a handle on this stat.

“That would be great, Thor!” Steve cut in, saving Robin from having to respond. “Robin’s going to be in town for a few more days.”

“Wonderful!” Thor said, turning back to beam at Steve. “I shall invite Val for dinner tomorrow but for now, I shall allow you to return to your revelry. Lady Robin,” he said with a bow towards Robin and then, turning to face Steve, he shot Steve a smug wink. “Steve.” And with that Thor was gone, headed towards Tony’s lab with a still-blushing Bruce Banner hot on his heels.

Steve turned to stare at Robin.

Robin stared back at Steve.

“Holy shit.”

“Holy shit.”

5. The Team

Surprisingly – or unsurprisingly – Robin’s date with Val had gone really, really well; in fact, it had gone so well that Robin transferred her graduate credits to NYU in a matter of days and moved into the Tower as well.

(“Steve. Steve. She’s a literal alien warrior goddess. Who cares where I work? I don’t even need to work.”

Still, the NYU transfer went incredibly smoothly, so smoothly that Steve confronted a certain genius billionaire playboy philanthropist about it. Tony had denied any input and distracted him with more sushi and a thorough tour of his sportscars which had ended up lasting for hours.)

Anyways, with Robin now living as an occupant of the Tower and the rest of the Avengers fully settled in and in agreement on a chore chart, Steve was starting to wonder just why he was still employed; like, what purpose was he serving? He really did try to stay on top of the cleaning, but the others were pitching in almost constantly, and it was a miracle if he was responsible for cooking even one meal a day.

“I just don’t get it,” he finally said to Robin on a particularly hot day in July. They were the sole occupants of the Tower’s rooftop infinity pool (as the Avengers proper were spending the day in a series of meetings), so this was the closest Steve was going to get to having a private conversation with Robin.

(Like, he was really, really glad that Val was so obviously head over heels for his best friend, but it definitely cut down on his and Robin’s cuddle time.)

“Don’t get what, dingus?”

Steve shrugged and ran a wet hand through his drying hair. “I don’t know, why I’m still here? I mean, they aren’t really using me as a cleaner anymore, and I mean, Bruce is a way better cook than me and he’s pretty much taken over so, like, what am I even doing here?”

Robin turned and pushed up her sunglasses so they were making eye contact. “Seriously? You’re serious right now.”

Steve nodded.

“You really don’t see it?”

“See what?”

Groaning, Robin slid her sunglasses back onto her face and turned back towards the horizon. “I’m not going to be the one to spell it out for you, dingus. You’re going to have to do this on your own. Or, better yet, why do you just ask?”

“Uh, maybe because I don’t want to get fired?”

(Robin shoved his head underwater at that which, frankly? Was incredibly rude.

He got his revenge later by knocking her into the pool after she’d finally dried off.)

+ 1 Bucky Barnes

Being fresh off of a highly-advanced plane-ship-thing from Wakanda meant that Steve hadn’t seen a whole lot of James “Bucky” Barnes. He’d sat next to him at dinner a few times, shared a couch during their re-watch of Game of Thrones, even sparred a bit at Natasha’s direction during Steve’s “training,” but they hadn’t really talked, which made the fact that after Steve’s un-helpful swim with Robin, he found said super soldier waiting for him in the hallway outside of his bedroom.

“Bucky, hi,” Steve nodded, rubbing his towel across the back of his neck. “Sorry, did you need something? Is there a problem with - ”

“No problems, doll, I just wanted to have a chat,” the dark-haired man purred, and Steve?

He felt his stomach tangle up in knots.

“A-about what, exactly?”

Bucky hummed and uncrossed his arms, the vibranium arm shimmering under the light. “Well, a little birdie told me you had some questions about what your place is here,” he said, a playful sparkle in his eye. “And,” Bucky stepped closer and backed Steve up until Steve was leaning against the door to his own apartment, “since it seems that my teammates haven’t made your position entirely clear, I thought I would take matters into my own hands.”

Steve didn’t even get a sound out before Bucky was surging forward, planting the sort of kiss on Steve that he knew he’d never recover from because for as forceful and passionate as it was, it was gentle too: the way Bucky’s cybernetic arm wrapped around Steve’s back and help him up; the way his other hand cupped the side of Steve’s face; the way Bucky hummed, like Steve’s lips were the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted; 

The way he lifted Steve up and kicked open the door.

“I – I - ” Steve panted out as the door swung shut behind them. “I still - ”

“You’re home, doll,” Bucky murmured against Steve’s lips. “That’s what you are.”

And, well.

Steve couldn’t not kiss him then.

(And he couldn’t not give him every piece of himself in return underneath his silken sheets.)

Four Months Later

“Okay, now this is the weirdest NDA I’ve ever seen.”

Jonathan snorted from across the room as he fiddled with his camera. 

“Hey, you were the one that wanted the exclusive,” Steve replied. “I could have told you it would be more intensive.”

“Yeah, yeah, and who’s fault is that?” Nancy teased with a glimmer in her eye. “I’m not the househusband here.”

“Umm excuse me, that’s my job?” Robin piped up from her spot on Val’s lap. “Steve is obviously the trophy wife.”

“Hey!” Steve exclaimed, but then a pair of godly arms wrapped around his waist, a cybernetic arm wrapped around his shoulders, and a pair of expensive lips pressed a hot kiss to his cheek.

“Best trophy wife a guy could ask for,” Tony crooned in his ear and then laughed at Steve’s blush.

(His partners weren’t the good guys, they were evil.)

“Dude, Eddie would shit a brick if he saw this,” Jonathan said with another snort.

“Oh, how is - ”

“Who do you speak of? I am not familiar,” Thor cut Robin’s question off loudly, his thundering voice vibrating up and down Steve’s back.

“I think he said Freddie - ”

“Oh, like Freddy Krueger – Cap, we need you to watch A Nightmare on Elm Street - ”

“ – after the shoot! Do you think Tony will order us sushi again?”

“ – Steve first, Steve, are you in the mood for sushi?”

Steve felt Nancy nudge him, and he turned to see her smiling. “Hey. I’m proud of you.”

“Thanks, Nance,” Steve smiled back.

“It’s good to finally be home.”

[bluemouseblackpad]

Tag ppl you wanna know betteeer

Tagged by: @somaisbatman

Last song: "Born Under Punches (The Heat Goes On)" by Talking Heads has been my latest major earworm. I just made it the new opening of the playlist I’ve been slowly building for the BBEG of my D&D campaign. “Take a look at these hands! The hands of a government man”

Favorite Color: I genuinely loved the red that @somaisbatman picked but for the sake of individuality I'll say the type of pink/lilac/violet-y color that clouds take on at sunset

Currently Watching: umpteenth rewatch of Twin Peaks: The Return with friends. I also started Nichijou with friends recently, which is hysterical

Last Movie: A few: Rewatched The Cook, The Thief, His Wife and Her Lover, probably a top 10-or-20 all-timer for me, since I had been thinking about the late great Michael Gambon; Patlabor 2 (without any context for the rest of the franchise), which was really interesting and beautifully animated and made me want to get mechapilled; and The World's Greatest Sinner, a film directed by and starring notorious Hollywood hanger-on Timothy Carey, about the meteoric political rise of a former insurance salesman who wants to empower the American people with immortality. To quote @impish-lion, it is a glimpse into the mind of your father's weirdest friend. He also compared the protagonist to Euron Greyjoy in that he barely registers as a human being, mainlines a Mystery Juice definitely illicit in nature, and fancies himself a god

Currently Reading: Too many books. I'm making my way through The Lord of the Rings for the first time, which, y'know, it's great. Fevre Dream by George R.R. Martin is pretty good so far, and it's interesting to see earlier stages for a lot of ideas that get more fleshing out in ASOIAF. Also by GRRM we have A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms, which like LOTR has taken me embarrassingly long to pick up. I'm slowly inching through The Dark Forest by Cixin Liu, which I'm determined to finish because I really liked its predecessor, even if this trilogy is a little out of my usual wheelhouse. Manhunt by Gretchen Felker-Martin is great even if I need to put it down for a few weeks at a time. And lastly Inherent Vice by Thomas Pynchon, at whose midpoint I've been stalled for about a year. I'm loving it, I've just seen the movie so many times, and also as you can see I've got a lot on my plate already lol

Sweet/spicy/savory: Spicy

Relationship status: Single (not working super actively to change this, but I am talking very casually to people on the apps, more to feel Desired than anything. at least one connection seems promising so We Shall See. I just want to kiss cool queer people lol)

Current Obsessions: I'm in a bit of an obsession-rut, barring like, the actually obsessive things I do, i.e. washing my hands over and over lmao. I really want to rewatch the The Terror for Halloween season, that will definitely become an obsession if I do. I've also been playing lots of Baldur's Gate III but I wouldn't say that's at Obsession Status.

Last googled: the release date for Killers of the Flower Moon. I'm busy that weekend :(

Currently working on: My video editing reel. The next arc of my D&D campaign (no idea when I'll actually be running it, but I feel really confident that I've basically got it all mapped out. I've been running it for several years now and much as I'll miss it when it's finished, I am incredibly happy to wrap it up soon lol). I've also taken to writing creatively more in my free time recently which has been nice. EDIT: oh, also my mental health/gender/interpersonal relationships but that’s not Currently so much as Perennially lol

tagging my irl friend @impish-lion even though I know him pretty well. also tagging mutuals @visenyaism/@soupseason, @moss-sprouted and @pigeonz/@melasshai. Nobody do this if you don't want to lol

[slivensays]

Sometimes, there’s a theater in my head at night. The following is best imagined as a movie, because that is what it looked like.

For reasons that fit the narrative, I find myself in some kind of church hall. I’ve been separated from whatever company I was with. It’s getting dark and I’ve been told there’s danger in the dark, namely a vampire. I’d like to leave and find my friends, or get a room somewhere, but am told I’d be safest staying in the church. Because of course. The building has two entrances; I’ve been led in through the back door by some guy presumably associated with the church. This guy is a 90’s version of Eddie Murphy, looking all dapper in a little suit. A flashing smile as he informs me of the superior safety I’ll be in, staying in the church as opposed to anywhere else. And he locks the door from the outside. It’s a good door, it even has a crucifix on it. I’ll be safe now, right?

Wrong. More narrative! As I turn around, I realize the backdoor was never even closed. And it’s getting dark! Shit shit shit. There turns out to be a double door to the main room, a small hallway and then an outer door. No time to close the outer door, the inner one will have to do. Luckily, it has some kind of chain on it for extra protection. I pull the doors closed and lock the chain, only to realize the key to the door is hanging at the blessed chain, I mean, who would do that? Fumbling, I manage to unlock the chain again, remove the key, lock the chain once again and then quickly lock the door. Phew!

In the main room there is a couch and some armchairs with cushions and blankets. I manage to make myself comfortable and fall asleep.

Fast forward a bit; I am either aware that I’m dreaming, or I dream that I’m aware that I am in a comedy. I am in the dream, pretending to be asleep, and I am watching myself sleeping. Either way, I can also see that the door I locked is now slightly ajar and someone is trying and failing to get through the chains. It’s the vampire. This is the vampire: also Eddie Murphy, still 90’s edition but this time he’s in a blue velvet jumpsuit with major disco vibes; broad collar, flared legs, open at the chest. Long black hair as behooves any vampire with self-respect. And he is fussing with the chain that so rudely keeps him out of the church. Which he shouldn’t be able to enter anyway, but you see, the chain! For narrative reasons! Is the only thing keeping my blood in my veins. And this guy wants my blood. He wants it sooo bad. He has to come up with a clever plan to get to me, but it isn’t easy.

I think I’m merely feigning sleep at this point, safe within the laws of comedy. If he believes I am asleep, I cannot be hypnotized or tricked into opening or going outside. The vampire has got out a folding ruler (A yellow one. Can you picture it?) and is trying to measure the distance to my delicious neck, but it’s complicated since he cannot reach all the way through the door. At which point he simply gives up, slips under the chain and starts measuring the distance from within. Oh, but we thought he couldn’t enter the church? But he hasn’t, really. He is only in here in the sense of general comedy; he is the Coyote, running in the air. Impossible, but fully doable as long as he doesn’t look down and realize what he is doing. Which is why I am still perfectly safe even as he comes over to the couch, still plotting how to get to me. If he were to understand that he is actually in the room with me, and could bite me at any moment, he would immediately crumble to dust or however these things work.    

He's in his velvet suit, squatting next to the couch, yearningly reaching out to my neck. And I am perfectly safe.

I don’t think this is the weirdest dream I’ve ever had, but it’s definitely one of the more specific ones.

[losinmortalesperdidos]

@coinquinatvs​ asked:

[ from Harley, for Vic~ ] ❝ It was the weirdest dream I’ve ever had. I’d definitely like a word with my sub-conscious’s manager. ❞

“Yeah?“ Vic tapped the tip of the cigarette against his thigh, he didn’t trust the plastic tables standing outside this ice cream parlor. He was curious and a little bit worried because she never told him about her dreams before. “I’m glad you have one though, the manager. Mine quit a long time ago.” It was only a half-joke. If he remembered a dream, it usually was a nightmare, and even if he saw some good stuff when he slept, he never remembered it. “So,” he put the filter between his lips and habitually patted his pockets in search of the Zippo, “What was so weird about it, if I may ask?”

[therk900]

💞August TC Challenge (Day 1-31) 💞

1. Name three words that always reminds you of your tc. B: the letter B, blue, english S: Italian, tall, gentle

2. Do you go to school at the moment (summer break)? Have you graduated? If not, when will you go to school again? Do you know when/whether you will see your tc again? I go to school at the moment, yes. I may see B today or tomorrow. I am not sure when I will see S again. Maybe tomorrow as well

3. What happened in the last dream with your tc in it? S: I Was sleeping with S, cuddling him while watching a movie. the next day, i was his teaching assistant B: Out for dinner at a fancy restaurant! We then went to his place and slept together!!

4. Would you describe him/her as a crush or love? maybe a crush

5. Finish the sentence “Having a tc is…” ...The best feeling ever

6. Do you remember when you first dreamed about him/her? (What happened in that dream?) It happened a long time ago so sadly no

7. Did he/she ever do something that made you think: “What? You are able to do this?” (I hope you understand what I mean ^^) Not yet

8. The colour that reminds you of your tc? How does this colour relate to him/her? Blue reminds me of B since he has this jumper that he wears that is blue Green for S because of a similar reason 

9. Please describe his/her character and if you want to, his/her teaching style. S is happy, full of energy and can hold a conversation with you for hours. B is humble about things and is here helpful! He is also very creative like S

10. When you think about him/her, do you think about *his/her first name* or about *Mr./Ms./Mrs. …*? Their nicknames I kind of made for them

11. Finish the sentence “My tc is my…” reason to go to school

12. Tell us about your weirdest dream you had with your tc in it. S and I were on a date, and we saw another teacher we knew run into the store that we were in. The teacher then yelled “WHERE ARE THEY?” And I said “there are these instead!” He then ran over to me, thanked me, and walked out like nothing happened

13. Name a line/lyric part from a song that just fits perfect to your tc situation. B: Powerful - Major Laser, Ellie Goulding and Tarrus Riley Line: “The stroke of your fingers The scent of your lingers My mind running wild The thoughts of your smile Oh, you gotta give me some” S: Forth of July - Sufjan Stevens  Line: “And I'm sorry I left, but it was for the best Though it never felt right”

14. Your favourite song/soundtrack when it comes up to your tc? Encanto??? Idk

15. If you were able to dress your tc, what would you let them wear? Suits for both of them!!! I’ve wanted to know what S would look like in a suit! I’ve already seen B in one and he looked good

16. What was the first thought you ever had about your tc? Can’t remember really, which is sad

17. How long does he/she now teach on your school? How long do you know him/her or have him/her in a class? S has taught for 2 years and 3/4 and I had 1 class with him during lockdown. B has taught for 1 year and 3/4 and I had 2 classes with him last year and 1 this year. 

18. Tell us one random thing that happened with your tc and that you’ll never forget. S witnessing me fall over and B complimenting my drawings!

19. Standard: What does he/she teach? Bonus: If it’s just one subject: What else do you think should he/she teach? If it are two subjects: Which one does he/she teach you? If you have to choose one, in which one would you rather like to get taught by him/her? S teaches Science and Italian. He taught me Italian. B teaches English and he looks like a teacher that would teach Humanities.

20. Did you like the subject that he/she teaches you before he/she began to teach you in this class? Or did he/she arouse interest for you in their class? I liked the subjects that they taught me! 

21. Would you say your tc is the hottest teacher in your school?  Definitely! They are both hot! B with messy hair just sends me flying each time!

22. If you were able to tell your tc about everything without getting into trouble with your school, would you do it? Would you tell him/her the whole truth? Maybe. It depends

23. Name an object that always reminds you of your tc. S: anything to do with science  B: a book about a play

24. Ever had a crush on a celebrity, older than you, before or beside your tc? (On who was it?) Yes. I currently like Booboo Stewart. Especially when he played Jay from Descendants! (My sister is a descendants fan so that's how i got to know about him)

25. Is there a teacher you love in a different way than your tc? Not really

26. Do you know his/her handwriting? Do you like it? (If you want to and if it’s okay for you, post a pic of something your tc has written, for example in your folder etc.) I know both of their handwriting! It’s both really good! i may post it here when this month is done

27. Tell us about one funny thing he/she has done while you were NOT in class! I am not sure if they did anything. 

28. Would you say your tc is a good teacher? Do you like his/her teaching style? Of corse!

29. Ever met your tc privately? Or saw him/her outside of school? Well, kind of in a sense. We have met both of them in their offices lots of times, if that counts

30. Does somebody around you know about your feelings for him/her? This isn’t surprising, but yes. my friend knows i like them

31. If your tc is/was teaching you, how long has it took you to realise you have feelings for him/her? If he/she is not, how long did you just saw him/her in the halls until you realised you have feelings for him/her? For B, It took me half a year, and for S, it took around a year and a half

[pinkandgoldensoul]

(Some) F1 drivers as guys I’ve met in high school

: ̗̀➛ Charles Leclerc - the fattest crush of my life. literally would turn red like a traffic light anytime I saw him enter the classroom and choke on my own saliva whenever he said hi to me. Not helpful, since he’s been my historical deskmate. I honestly don’t know how I survived sitting next to such a positive, fun, confident, trustworthy and shamelessly handsome guy. Brown hair, big green eyes either sparkling with childhood mischief or pure innocence, and the most athletic guy I’ve ever seen in real life (he’s a sportsman). Definitely had any girl lying at his feet - and he was extremely aware of it - but only cared about his girlfriend and never bragged about his charm. Humble af despite his family being quite wealthy and him being such a nice person. I’ve involuntarily been his point of reference for anything school-related and he’d blindly trust me, which always made my heart melt. He’s the type of guy you need to send a “let me just screenshot this so that I discuss it with my bff-lawyer before replying” text when you see a notification from him. And he’s also the one you look from afar, contemplating his senseless perfection. “I’m so lucky to live in the same historical and geological era” “I don’t know if I’m worthy of him” kind of vibe.

: ̗̀➛ Carlos Sainz - a unique type of nerd. At the beginning he deliberately ignored me. Then he started slowly talking to me about things he really enjoyed and, seeing I was okay with it, he began showing me books he liked, getting all excited in passionate perorations, lending them to me and demanding I’d give him my piece of mind. Also bought and gifted me for Christmas  the copy of a novel he was reading ‘cause he thought I’d be interested (the weirdest and most awkward gift-receiving experience of my whole life. I’m not doing it again). Really liked to push all my buttons to see my reaction (but I ultimately gave him a lifetime lesson) and had a few banters. Don’t think we were really that compatible, he was too opinionated for me, but most of the times I enjoyed having conversations with him. Friendly jokes and benevolent banters with Charles; he’s been class representative for five years, once together with Max.

: ̗̀➛ Max Verstappen - the lonely, misunderstood genius. Didn’t give a crap about school and spent his free time riding motorbikes and getting hands dirty with engine oil. Everybody knew he was original (he had a lot of other hobbies and interests) and all my teachers always felt challenged by his way of thinking. Not afraid to speak up, at all. We’d never talked in five years, but during the dinner we had with all the professors before our finals, completely drunk, he sat next to me and started asking me things about my life. He seemed genuinely interested in what I had to say, but I think he struggled following the conversation since I had to repeat myself at times (he didn’t even hear a tipsy friend of his calling his name twice. “UH?! What?!”). It’s one of the deepest conversations I’ve had in my life. I think in another life we would’ve been good friends, at least. Elected class representative and we still don’t know how but ngl, it didn’t feel that wrong because we’ve always known he’s got that… plus.

: ̗̀➛ Lewis Hamilton - the dreamer. Not very focused on studying, but chased his dream of becoming a dancer like crazy. He was insanely good - like, national level - and skipped a lot of school days to attend competitions. Pretty energetic, confident, mr brightside; always blasting music through his wireless speaker whenever we got out and vibing. If he knew you had a dream, a passion or a special hobby, he’d push you and encourage you as much as possible. Incredible motivator and coach. S t y l i s h     a s     h e c k . Could rock anything but chose to beat us all every single day. Really good friend of Charles. Actually chatted with everybody, but wasn’t really that close with a lot of people.

: ̗̀➛ Alex Albon - the surprising kid. A mediocre student throughout the years, but actually a math and physics enthusiast and genius. He started to show signs of his abilities only in the last year and a half. The only one actually knowing what he was doing with formulas lmaooo Surely wasted in the type of high school I was in* and he acknowledged making the wrong decision, but he didn’t know back at the time he liked physics that much. One of the most chilled out and laid back people I’ve met, really pleasant to talk to. Would often find ourselves in bad situations and look at each other as to say: “It’s a mess, but nothing I hadn’t expected to happen anyway”. The defeated-but-we-already-knew-when-we-started resigned duo. * we mainly studied humanities. We also had physics and chemistry classes, but there are other types of high school more “science” oriented, which would’ve been way more suitable for his skills. #badchoices

: ̗̀➛ Valtteri Bottas - i haven’t figured him out. Like, he was pretty basic and easy to talk to, but had so many hidden interests. Currently studying aerospace engineering. Part-time cosplayer. His instagram posts have descriptions we’re still trying to decipher. Sometimes perceived as a low-key genius, others acting like a fool. I honestly don’t know what to think of him, he just confused me a lot lol.

: ̗̀➛ Bonus: Mick Schumacher - first love. From another class, but the same high school. A bit reserved at first, but the ultimate sweetheart. Thoughtful, polite, calm, soft-spoken, kind, just- you get it. Awkward hugs, talking on a bench for three hours as a first “date” and arguing about who’s going to pay for breakfast (‘cause I couldn’t accept him being the one to pay, like, we were just friends). That was the first time I felt the need to shower someone with love without caring about being reciprocated, at all. I’ve been in the friendzone - voluntarily - for 3 years only to get to know from a shared friend that he had got together with a girl four months prior but didn’t want/ didn’t know how to tell me. To this day he doesn’t know a thing. Not in love with him anymore, but unknowingly gave me the best thing I’ve ever felt. 

[moonstruck-stormy]

☘️for your FL OCs :)

Speaking both of them I have split my heritage into two. Rook is south Asian and Wren is Irish. Both are gender non conforming in some way. Wren is an affectionate given nickname (adopted as a name) for their bold and feisty personality. Rook is a chosen name because he thinks corvids are cool.

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Rook first bc he’s on my mind constantly rn, but I forgot to take my psychiatric medication (do not recommend but inspiration is inspiration) one night and I had a vivid fever dream (gonna set up the character account after my semester is completely over lest he takes over my brain like a fungus and I’m his host. )

In the dream I was a sewage treatment plant worker lost in the sewers on a job, and instead of trying to get out I started talking to the rats and the mother gator with a clutch of eggs that will never hatch because it’s so cold, and they kept telling me how lonely they were because they were, and I tried to help them but i couldn’t no matter how hard I tried, and a person came from the depths of the sewer water to tell me they were suffering because of me. Definitely not the weirdest stress dream I’ve had.

We’ll see what that dream brings me in choices. I’ve yet to chose an ambition for him.

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For Wren (for hearts desire) they mainly bc I like card games (used to play a lot with my extended family) and I like body horror, but I completely understand if other folks don’t like it. Bc I can’t stand movies like the saw series my cousins did a movie marathon of saw and I checked out. A lot of folks don’t like all horror and I can empathize.

In a sense, I like horror that makes me question things, and also horror that can be spun in a wild way because of characterization. Like a character that takes the horror in stride or is bold and blunt with the horrors. First character in mind for me is the main character in season 2 of Gregory Horror Show (an early 2000s CGI horror anime). I was inspired by that because it was my first step into horror, and the ending of that season is similar in vibes to one of heart’s desire’s ending.

Plus it sorta reminds me of old ocs when I was 13 rping as shapeshifters who were confident on the Monster Kingdom forums (an old monster capture app that had a thriving RP community I think the app is defunct now tho, but it makes me very nostalgic :) even if I don’t remember my old username or my friends usernames)

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The two characters’ differences entail that Rook is stressed and has steadfast morals while Wren is fast and loose and is sort of a bad person even if they don’t directly hurt people. I normally like making characters who are bad people bc it’s interesting and fun, and I like making selfish characters just as much. I feel guilty to be selfish irl, but it feels great to explore character dynamics based off of it.

There are characters who are selfish and don’t realize it and characters who are selfish and know and don’t care who they hurt when they take. For Wren the harm they can do isn’t processed because they think them knowing not to hurt anyone is good enough. Rook would absolutely chew Wren out for their indirect harm they’ve caused. He is afraid of the innocent being hurt. I wonder how I can make Wren realize they hurt people, and I wonder how I can break Rook <3

Oh no I rambled

[blackflowerwork]

Chapter 1

Narrator POV.

She stood there, looking at the place where she was going to end it all, her eyes full of tears, it was even more beautiful that on the pictures, at that moment she felt so relieve, like a weight had been lifted up her shoulders, that was it, this was the end of her story, this was the end of the pain, she would finally be free.

-아름답죠?- she heard on her left, she turned and there was nothing there, and she didn’t understand what that meant, so she just let it go.

-Right, you don’t speak korean in this timeline, my bad, I said, isn’t it beautiful?- now the voice came from her right. She looked to her side and she thought she was going crazy, next to her stood a tall man dressed all in black, he was wearing a black dress shirt with a matching black suit and tie, she was certain he must be the most beautiful person in the world and his smile was the brightest thing her eyes had ever seen.

- You know, of all the first times we’ve met, this has always been my favorite- He talked to her as if they’ve known each other all of their lives, he kept smiling at her and she just couldn't understand what was going on.

-What?- was all she could ask, she was sure she had lost her mind, maybe this was her just dying after jumping on the river and her mind was just easing the pain, showing her a beautiful man in a suit.

-Yeah, this one is for sure the best one, because since you feel so tired and ready to give up, it’s easier for you to understand what’s actually happening, is like you are ready to give up, but since you’re so done and nothing makes no sense any more, everything I tell you just makes sense.

-Am I dreaming? Did I die already? Who are you?

- To answer in order, no, you’re not dreaming, you’re definitely not dead or will be if that matters and I’m Joon, I’m your soulmate.

Ella’s PoV

I laugh like I haven’t laughed in a long time. There was this beautiful dreamy man, standing in front of me, saying the weirdest shit I’ve ever heard and all I could do was laugh and weardly enough, he started to laugh with me.

-Is this like a joke for tik tok or something? That was hilarious. Seriously, I haven't laughed like that in so long- I used my hands to dry the tears that were falling from my eyes for laughing so hard.

-I love your laugh so much, it’s one of the things I love the most about you- I looked at him again and there it was, that big beautiful dimpled smile, he was looking at me like I was indeed his soulmate.

-Okay, that’s getting weird, you got your laugh, haha, very funny, but seriously, I’ve something to do so if you excuse me- I turned around, not wanting to hear more of his jokes.

-You can’t do it- I heard him say, there’s no way he knows what I’m doing, right? 

-You can’t kill yourself Ella, no matter how many times you tried, you never succeeded.- I stopped and turned to look at him, how could he know? and I’ve never actually tried to do it, so what’s he talking about?

- I know that right now it feels like nothing matters, I know that you’re tired and you want the pain to go away, but it never works.

- I don’t know what you’re talking about, you don’t know me so stop acting like you do.

- That’s where you’re wrong, I do know you, I know every possible you, I know that right now you have tons of questions, I know that you’re trying to see if you know me from somewhere. But mostly I know that, in this moment you’re not hurting, because you can’t hurt in here- I took a deep breath, he was right, I wasn't hurting here, I was also not feeling my body, it feels like my mind is in a different place than my body.

-What is this place?

-This is the never and always, like the limbo in the greek mithology, between life and death, between timelines . I like to call it the go point. This is where we met for the first time- He said, the smile now smaller but still there

-But you said this was your favorite first time we met, have we met before?

-Yes and no, I have met you, you haven’t met me, well, now you have, you see, we have been destined to meet, like I said, soulmates, we have met before, but we have never met in this situation, this is my favorite because this time our story is the other way around.

-I don’t understand anything you’re saying.

-Okay, it’s easier if I show you, do you trust me?

-Yes-I said, I don’t know why but I trust him, he grabbed my hand and I looked at him.

- Okay, close your eyes and don’t let go- I did that and I felt nothing- You can open them now- when I did I found myself in what looked like a restaurant. I knew this place somehow, the design, the building, the people, it felt familiar.

-Where are we?

- Well, we are in New York, it’s still today but just in a different city, that one right there, behind the counter is you- I looked at a women he pointed at, she looked exactly like me - And the man that is about to enter the dinner, it’s me- After he said that, a man walked in, just as gorgeous as the one next to me

-This is confusing me even more- I looked as the man approached the woman with a single sunflower on his hand, he handed the sunflower to her and went to the kitchen.

-Well, in this timeline we met in Chicago, I was the one that knew that we were soulmates and had to make you fall in love with me, we dated, then broke up, you married someone else and had a kid, he cheated on you and then we met again in this same dinner, today is finally the day you accept to go out with me again- I looked at the women, she looks happy, actually happy, she looks so calm, then everything faded and we were back to the Han River.

-Let me get this straight, you’re saying we are soulmates, that there are multiple timelines or possible futures and in all of them we are destined to be together, but you are the only one aware of this?

-Yes, I don’t know how it happened, but one day I just had all this knowledge and I knew all the possible futures that could happen, in all of them, I was the one making you fall in love with me. Except this one, in this one, I won’t know who you are or what we are, and it’s in you for us to meet and to be together.

-I’m not saying I believe you, but if I did, where would I find you?- He smiled at me again with that beautiful smile

-Don’t worry, you’ll find me soon, when you do, you can’t tell me about the possibilities and the timelines

-Okay, but what do I do now?- He smirked at me. 

- Now, you need to wake up- With that everything went dark.

[sacred-datura01]

WITCHCRAFT ASK GAME!

What drew you to witchcraft?

I’ve been interested in it for a really long time, I started this blog in 2016 so I would’ve been 13 years old (omg I feel old). Because of that, it’s kind of hard to say how exactly I got into it but I have always been very interested in the occult and alternative subcultures so it just came together naturally I think.

Do you follow a specific witchcraft tradition, or are you eclectic?

Definitely eclectic. I have specific interests though in lunar and arts/crafts witchcraft :)

Do you believe in the Threefold Law or karma in witchcraft?

I don’t believe in the threefold law personally, I’ve never seen any evidence for it. But I think you could say I believe in karma because I do believe that we receive the energy we put out, if you’re making the effort to be kind to everyone then I think kindness will find its way back to you.

What advice would you give to someone who feels called to witchcraft but is unsure where to begin?

Not to feel too overwhelmed and understand that it takes time to figure out your beliefs and everything that comes with it. It’s easy to look at the massive amount of information online and in books and feel intimidated but everyone else has been there too. Just take it easy and enjoy the process.

What tools or items are absolutely essential for your practice?

Tarot! Love tarot cards so much!

Have you ever had a dream or vision that felt prophetic?

If I have, I don’t remember it.

What do you think of Aleister Crowley?

Don’t know enough to make a proper statement but he seems like he was a goober from the small amount I have heard.

Do you think witches can create their own deities?

I’m never one to police other peoples practices and I think it’s ok for others to do what they want as long as it doesn’t hurt anyone. But I personally don’t see the appeal.

How do you feel about people worshiping deities from pop culture?

Similar to the last question. I think there are some interesting things that people do with pop culture witchcraft but worshiping deities from it is a bit hard for me to understand.

What’s your opinion on the idea that "all magic comes with a cost"?

I don’t agree. It’s like saying that everything we do comes at a cost in my opinion, but like what cost comes with painting a picture? Or applying for a new job? Witchcraft is too similar to other lifestyle choices for me to imagine it has its own currency to practice.

What’s the weirdest thing that’s ever happened to you during a spell?

I don’t do a lot of spell work tbh, mostly personal study and ritual for personal growth. But I think something that would count is that my new years tarot spread for 2024 perfectly predicted me moving in with my boyfriend :)

If you could cast one spell right now, what would it be and why?

One for the health of my kitties </3 they’re quite old

What’s your belief on the afterlife, and how does it affect your spiritual practices?

I don’t think about it often and don’t have particular beliefs about the afterlife. I just focus on what I can do in my current life to be as healthy and fulfilled as possible.

What’s your opinion on the importance of connecting with the land in witchcraft?

I think it’s really important to be connected to your space, that includes the environment and land you live in. I live in Canada so acknowledgement of the lands history is really important here already, and in witchcraft I think it can provide a lot of benefits to be familiar with it. You can learn a lot from nature and history.

How do you feel about using magic to influence others?

Not into it. I think manifestation can have a passive impact on others but they still have free will in their decisions which is important. Influencing others without consent with things like love spells just doesn’t feel right to me.

What’s your opinion on hexing or cursing?

I personally don’t do it because I don’t think it’s the healthiest way to deal with things, at least with everything I’ve been through. But I do understand why people would do it in certain situations.

Do you believe in spiritual psychosis?

Of course, I have a background in psychology so I’m inclined to believe things like this. It’s really scary sometimes actually.

Thanks for reading y’all :)

[justtluffythings]

HOME: Book 8 - CHAPTER ONE

MASTERLIST

August 17, 1991

Dear Charlie,

This is so strange. Being at Hogwarts without you is weird enough, but being here over the summer when there are no other students around is even weirder. And sleeping in Flitwick’s old room is the weirdest of all.

The first thing I want to do is decorate my room, my office, and my classroom (still so weird saying that) to make them my own. I think that will make me feel like less of an imposter because right now, I feel like I don’t belong in here. I feel like I’m invading his space. After that, I’ll need to start working on my lesson plans. I don’t want to just do the same thing Flitwick has been doing for years. I want to change it up and add my own little flare to it. I did have some ideas of how I wanted to change them when I was shadowing him last year, so I just need to implement them now. We’ll see how that goes. At least I have his plans to fall back on if mine don’t work.

The castle is so quiet over the summers, it’s actually a little creepy. Most of the professors leave the school over the summer break, but there are a few still here. Dumbledore, Hagrid, Snape. They’ve all asked me to start calling them by their first names, you know? Can you believe that? It’s so weird, I don’t know if I’ll be able to. With Dumbledore and Snape, it won’t be as hard because I’m close with them, but someone like McGonagall? How am I supposed to call her by her first name?

Anyway, how’s work been? You should have finished all your training by now, right? Have you gotten to work with any dragons yet?

Miss you already,

Veronica

***

August 25, 1991

Dear Ronnie,

Being here in my flat without you is also really weird. I got so used to coming home from work to you cooking up a storm in my kitchen. Coming home to an empty flat… I hate it. Plus, I haven’t had a full night of sleep since you left. 

That sounds like a good plan. I’m sure you’ll feel better about it once you’ve added your special touch to the place. You have a way of making a space feel homey, so I can’t wait to come visit and see what you’ve done with it. It probably won’t even look like the same place. And you’re not an imposter, Ron. You’re more than qualified to be there. You’re going to do great. Besides, the students are going to love you. You have such a fun way of teaching. They’ll really enjoy your lessons, especially once you’ve changed them and made them your own. Your plans will work.

I can imagine how the huge school being empty might be a little creepy, but try not to think about it too much. One more week and students will be filling the halls, and you won’t have a quiet moment to yourself, so enjoy it while you can. That is definitely weird calling them by their first names, I can’t even imagine. I don’t even think I know what their first names are.

Work has been great!! My final training was last Friday before you left, so this whole week I’ve been working with the dragons. I’m not actually allowed into the dragon enclosures yet, but I’ve been observing them and taking notes on their behavior from afar, and Ronnie, it is everything I dreamed of and more. These creatures are so fascinating and getting to see them up close and personal… It's amazing. So I wanted to thank you for buying me that book. If you hadn’t… I may never have discovered my love for dragons.

Anyway, enough of that. You have to tell me how it goes when the students arrive. And say hi to my brothers for me, will you? Especially Ronald! I can't believe he's already off to Hogwarts this year. Time really does fly by.

Miss you more,

Charlie

[pointreyesjournal]

The Amnesiac : ep08

A Memory Or A Dream?

The afternoon light is bouncing off of the buildings across the street and bathing River’s face in diffuse light. River is a phenomenally attractive woman. She’s slender with lean muscles and long legs. I think I remember one of the other girls mentioning that she ran steeplechase at the community college. The coaches probably laid in bed at night thinking about her long muscular legs, but I doubt it was because of how fast she could move them. Her eyes are bright blue, clearly born of Scandinavian stock. The leanness of her physique is apparent in her face, with chamfered features and high cheek bones. She looks dignified and intelligent, with strawberry blonde hair cut like Farah Fawcett. When she smiles, her tongue sticks out playfully between her front teeth. It’s a mesmerizing quirk.

I don’t want to ask, but she looks to be about my age (almost 30), a few years older than the average coffee shop girl, and right in my wheelhouse. I remember when River started working here about 18 months ago, and even though I’ve come in for a latte nearly everyday, and seen her here most days, this is the first time we’ve ever actually sat down together socially. I can honestly say, I don’t really know her. The relationship has never progressed past employee and customer.

“I made you a cappuccino. A quad shot latte seemed a bit excessive for two thirty in the afternoon.”

River’s drink features a very well executed panda bear face in the foam. It’s not just a few drops of espresso in foam, it has real personality. Like Japanese anime. My foam looks like a fern and sadly reminds me of Dave Jr.

“I can’t believe Dave Jr died.”

“What? Dave Jr? Did you have a son?

“Oh sorry, no. Dave Jr. was the name of my fern. It’s the only thing I’ve ever been able to keep alive beside myself, so I named it.

“Oh Jesus, you scared the crap out of me there for a minute.”

“I can’t believe it’s dead. It looked like it hadn’t been watered in a month.”

“Well, you haven’t been home for a month, so that makes perfect sense.”

“Why do you keep saying that? I was here yesterday.”

“I swear Floody, you haven’t been here for weeks. Maybe you should get that bump on your head looked at by a professional.”

“Oh, the bump. I think I figured out how the bump happened. When I fell asleep on the couch this morning I had this vivid dream about slipping and falling in the shower, and catching the faucet with my face. But it was odd, it wasn’t my shower.”

“Whose shower was it?

“I don’t know.”

“Was it somebody’s shower or was it more like a hotel shower?”

“No it was nice. Definitely somebody’s shower. White tile, rustic hardware. It looked like somewhere in Europe.”

“So, was it a dream or was it a memory?”

“It felt like a memory, it must have been a dream. I mean … I wasn’t in Europe yesterday. So it had to be a dream, right? But it was so vivid. I slipped, maybe on some soap or something, and then I felt the pain in my face, followed by confusion. That was the weirdest part, the confusion.”

“What kind of confusion?”

“Like I didn’t know who I was, or where I was. But then I woke up and I was on my couch, and fifteen minutes later, I’m here with you sweeping the floor.”

“… and enjoying a coffee.”

“Yes, and enjoying a coffee.”

[whothey7]

So, I’m in an rp with friends.

Well, multiple. I’m in one with some of my favourite characters I’ve ever made, a duo of fantastic foils (yet not opposites) who are basically fucking soulmates. But this is about a different one, set in a world of folk with Curses. Because I might have gone a bit too heavy with angst, which means I have to tone back their futures to keep it happy since if it were a story with just me, I’d probably add a few darker things that don’t fit in group rp’s as well (since I like brighter topics in group rps!). But, I mean, my characters are a lovely mess. (Friends in the rp, few spoilers ahead. Feel free to read though if you’d like!)

- Cheerful, emotional dude with a fuckton of family problems near entirely on their own with their sentient shadow as their only companion. Chatty and overly honest, but still struggling with a bunch of recent trauma and lack of support, plus basically having to abandon half their dreams. - The shadow, who’s basically been dehumanised it’s entire existence and is stuck between truly wanting to be loved / have it’s opinions matter and the idea that it should only remain as a shadow in the background and being anything beyond that is just wrong. - A somewhat depressed and overly perceptive person who’s insanely soft-spoken and acts anxious at all moments, except overly chaotic ones. Also, panicked and abandoned their entire life like a month ago and currently investigating the murder of a person who shares their curse with way too much curiousity. - A cynical writer who’s had to live pretty isolated and distanced, forever just a touch away from dying with the wrong move. Blunt, cynical, and dick to almost everyone, basically the tsundere archetype, and somehow the most put together of my characters with the happiest life. That’s not even including the unhinged, hedonistic serial killer. Or the college student who’s curse makes others only ever able to say the truth around him. Or the self-appointed vigilante who takes escapism way too far and is the weirdest “burnt out gifted kid” with icky family problems I think I’ve written yet. The last is someone I adore already. They’re all so fucking unhinged and I have to figure out how to give them happier endings between all the angst. The third person (perceptive) is definitely the hardest to give a happy ending, they make awful decisions but none so blatantly awful that another character would be like “dude what the fuck” except the fourth character. The easiest is the first and second character, they lean on eachother for emotional support and genuinely do work to grow, the second is basically destined for positive character development and the first is working hard for a better life. The last dude’s in a tricky in-between, but so far he’s more reacting to shit than having a core-arc (which is intentional).