#been thinking about this stuff for two years now

[inkskinned]

lately i've been a feminist killjoy.

2. i pirate all my media, and therefore am not familiar with most tv commercials. i went to a superbowl party. around me were appetizers and bean dip and wine and the rolling movement of people talking - and meanwhile i was sitting there, stonefaced and bonechilled. the extraordinary, willful, in-your-face sexism and racism of advertising. what an odd whiplash: the warm and smiling hosts handing me nachos - in the background, some casual repetition of conservative gender roles. more than once i had to turn to my girlfriend - are you seeing this?

3. often i think of how rainbow capitalism is a canary in a coal mine. i think of what one google employee said when they took down their "don't be evil sign" - he mentioned that while it hadn't really done anything, the removal of it was... eerie. it isn't that i needed pride-themed fast fashion items from target. it's that the pushback to said items has now resulted in the company's looming silence. it's that the pushback worked. target is now among the list of companies aiming to "roll back" DEI initiatives. a false friend, i guess - but a bellwether nonetheless.

4. i remember five, ten years ago rolling my eyes at the faux-feminist faux-activist stuff advertisements would put out. i mean, who can forget that pepsi ad, oh my god. i remember girlboss anthems and lukewarm representation. but it did seem like someone was, you know, trying to be thoughtful. but if we follow the money, i think it's fair to say it used to be a good idea to at least appear "politically correct." now though - who cares? look at the man we chose for politics.

5. i am working my girlfriend through her first watch of FMA: Brotherhood. it should be a sweet deal, and instead, i oscillate from peaceful to pacing. the ads drive me insane. i've been counting - at least three involve a man silencing a woman in some way. two involve a white man silencing a woman of color. in my least favorite, she's sitting at her desk, trying to say the same thing he's saying. but he keeps fucking interrupting her. ha ha. don't even ask me what the ad is even for. i don't understand the plot of the thing. i think the whole idea is just "man talks over a woman. buy our product" but with like, somehow worse pacing.

6. on national tv, in front of millions of viewers, kanye posts an ad for his website that is selling a single white T shirt, a product titled HH. a swastika is emblazoned on it. people can't even talk about how fucking terrible that is - their videos get flagged as soon as they actually say what's happening. i am sitting at home staring at my stupid phone, just quietly stunned. we can make a rapist president, but we cannot say the word rape on most social media platforms. elon can nazi salute on television without consequence, but you can't use the word "female" in your research grant request without being flagged. the enormity of it all is impossible to grasp.

7. there's a company called "his", which sells things for erectile dysfunction. the ads are trucks and masculinity and very gender affirming. the same company has a "hers" line, which is a barely-tested weight-loss injection developed and sold by recently-rebranded absolutely evil company Eli Lilly. in the ad, women who are "overweight" grapple with their barely-visible stomach and smile, beautifully at peace while delivering their own "treatment."

8. i read a lot, though. i spend a lot of time online. someone recently said i write almost exclusively from a place of panic, which they didn't like. it made me laugh though - can any artist say differently right now? still. still! i sat on that couch and watched how casually bigotry is repeated, with no real audience reaction. am i just radicalized and unfortunately very easily annoyed? am i the problem here? can't i just like, relax and let it happen?

9. we stand in line at the movie theatre. i make some snide remark about how the poster we're looking at is basically "sexy trophy smiles knowingly at our hero, nerdy boy". from behind me, some guy snorts down his nose. feminist killjoy.

10. the thing is. i don't want to be like this. it's just like. in my fucking home.

[isaspsp]

I think my parents did pretty similar things. I'm feeling sensitive right now so, story sharing time.

I did misbehave every now and then, as all kids do. I don't remember this incident, but my mom does. I was doing whatever naughty thing, and she hit me to make me stop and discipline me. I stopped, started crying, and went away. My mom never hit me after that. She says it's one of her biggest regrets.

I remember when we got our big TV. I was maybe 8-9 and we had been at the store all day. I wasn't particularly interested in picking out a TV cus that seemed like adult business, and children have no right to poke their nose of that. But then, my dad crouches next to me, points to the final two tvs they were deciding between, and asked me which one I thought was best. And I do remember asking, "Why are you asking me this? I am a child." He laughed and said something among the lines of, "Children are always honest." And that gave me all the confidence and reassurance to choose what would be our TV for the next 10+ years.

They took the effort to see my side aswell. I grew up with my cousins. We were 6 kids in total, and with two of them being older, we 4 youngsters played together a lot. Of these four, the oldest used to bully me a lot (I bit him really hard once as revenge, but that is another story) and I had two younger cousins, the youngest of which, was the one I saw most often. He would come with us to trips and such. But he was the younger child, so he had preferences over me. If I had anything he wanted, I HAD to share. If he wanted to sit where I was, I had to move, lest he makes a fuss. But, if he had something that I wanted? He was under no obligation to share. It was Easter time, I was about 13 (?), and we had gotten ourselves fancy chocolate eggs. My aunt had gone along with us to shop. I'd done my research at the site of the store we were going to, so I knew exactly what I wanted. My aunt didn't know what to get my cousin, so she followed my lead and got him the same two eggs. My aunt used to be paid to clean our house once in a while and just so happened that that week my little cousin had come along. I was going to travel that weekend, and my eggs would be left behind, I'd only have them when we came back. So, having been thinking and fantasizing about the chocolate eggs for weeks, I sneaked around, opened one of the boxes, grabbed a piece, ate some, and put the rest in the refrigerator My aunt saw me do this. Later, my parents confronted me about it; my aunt had told them what happened, that I tried to hide just so I wouldn't have to share. I started crying about how if I didn't sneak around I would've had to share with my cousin, who had the exact same egg at his home, who wouldn't have to wait to come back from a trip, and that I would never get the same kindness back, the piece he would've taken from me, the egg that I so researched to get, that I beheaved and did well in school to get, I would have to give away, even if it was a small piece, and tgat, even if I asked nicely, my cousin wouldve said no, and nothing would be done anout it. And the damn was broken, so I mentioned also all the other times I had to give in because I was older, he was younger and I was bigger and could hurt him more. They looked at each other... and agreed with me. I was forced to share less after that. I still shared, of course, but now... I wasn't forced as much. (At least by my parents, we couldn't control everyone or course u_u)

I genuinely remember very VERY few times of my parents taking away my stuff or banning m3 from activities. If I remember at all, because all I have are "vague feelings" that it happened. And honestly, I think I turned out better for it.

I am exceptionally lucky in that my parents never hit me, grounded me, confiscated my things, banned me from my hobbies or threatened any of these actions to make me behave as a kid. as an adult it has made me realise how very very long a road most people have to traverse before they can take a statement like 'no rule that must be enforced by threat is legitimate' seriously.

[elodieunderglass]

I hope your evening is better than your day was. ✨💫

In reference to me haggardly saying in the tags that after the day I’d had, everything (horrible things with legs) that my loved ones (you guys) were doing to heal me (send me horrible things with legs) was a help. And it was. And you are.

It was a tough old month already. But it’s all swings-and-roundabouts, snakes-and-ladders, win-some-lose-some, 🫴🫳.

I sleep about 9 hours in 48 at the moment, which is not especially great, owing to the Wretchedness of Mouse (2), a largely nocturnal animal. But then when Mouse is awake at Mouse o’Clock and quietly pottering around on Mouse Business, there isn’t much I can usefully do, so I’m just curled up with Dr Glass’s tablet, peacefully drawing Killie the jockey OC. As a result I’ve realised something massive for me, that my creativity is THERE, but fuelled by self-indulgence! Like, with stuff like fanfic projects and Killie, there was always a lot of “mental braking” on before, with me anticipating (based on evidence experience of posting my writing online for mumblety-many years) how much people would dislike it - put the brakes on, Elodie, we can’t let the haters know that we yearn. But hey, I started rambling on about fics and my own OCs, and YES it’s probably startling and annoying for some people and I do apologise, but ALSO you’ve all been very kind, and I think that it’s better for me to have the brakes off. 4 am takes notwithstanding, it’s better to have the brakes off. So what if I’m cringe and occasionally annoying - I have paid my dues and done my duties.

The new shed at the allotment blew down, but we have been forgiven for our carelessness in allowing it to happen, and two people on the committee have approached me with kindness - one committee member even stopping me in a shop to tell me, “people want to help you, Elodie, we’re your friends, you know.” Citation needed, but there you go.

Saturdays are always made especially for me dreadful by taking children to swimming lessons, on foot both ways, but usually we walk on to meet friends for coffee after. I go out with my friends and play board games with our neighbours and have learned how to play Wingspan.

Dr Glass received an official diagnosis of ME, but I bought a robot vacuum in the strength of that - saying, well, why assume things will ever get easier? Let’s get easy now! - and actually I really like having a robot vacuum!!

There have been more causes than I could help with, but my promotion has strengthened the coffers, so this month I’ve been able to donate to a few!

Due to childcare falling through, I had to take all three kids to an antifash protest in the cold and was dreading it - the walking, the whining, is it going to be awkward, i trust the organisers but HE’S not bringing his kids, GOD. But then my neighbour and her giant puppy came with us! on purpose! And we knew a lot of people there and the kids played.

I had to buy some clothes for work, and I never buy anything new (never having money) and was scared I’d get it wrong (stupid and weird) but I buckled up and bought these: https://www.disturbia.co.uk/products/rosamoth-button-up-midi-skirt https://www.disturbia.co.uk/products/swamplife-frog-embroidered-linen-blend-high-waist-midaxi-skirt

And it sounds bonkers, but the amount of people at work, etc, who have come up and instantly allied themselves with me on the strength of Frog Skirt / Moth Skirt has strengthened my convictions. Strongly recommend Frog Skirt / Moth Skirt and their emotional equivalents if you hit a stage of career where you need to suddenly level up.

I am thinking about counterweights. And kindness. And the balance of the turning world. And the light in the sky coming back. And, unfortunately, Killie, but he’s a counterweight too; sure, he’s awful, but we already know he contains the seeds of becoming okay.

As evidence suggests that many things do.

Thank you for your shining kindness, and my love back to you 💫

[trinityobsessesovatings]

DOMESTICITY~! {ARCANE HEADCANONS}

ARCANE CHARACTERS IN A DOMESTIC SETTING!

characters included; Caitlyn, Vi, and Mel

WARNINGS: me being a slut for domestic shit, lowercase, cursing, maybe miniscule punctuation usage, slightly suggestive (?), slight angst at some parts (?), LONG AF, and me just gushing for domesticity

hello! hello! i’ve been gone for a WHILE, i for the longest time have been wanting to write but two of my buttons on my laptop keyboard had broke 🥲 BUT i finally got my bluetooth keyboard came in and now i'm back!!! might be very long because i’m weak for these kinds of concepts! some might be longer than others. 

WOW WOW WOW WOW this one is a bit A LOT longer than my last one!

EXTRA! EXTRA! READ ALL ABOUT IT!: for those who don’t know all of my writings, if a “reader” is involved they are most definitely female/have female anatomy! 💛

enjoy! 🥰

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caitlyn

LOVES HER LITTLE FAMILY DOWN!!

in the sheriff position

so she’s VERY BUSY but will always try and make time for her little family 🥰

DEFINITELY has twins!!

a boy and girl set to be more specific

her girl is definitely named cassandra in honor of her mother

i think her son would be named something fancy as well; callum? caspian? shit maybe even charlie! 🤷🏾‍♀️

i very much headcanon that the reproductive health care and science is VERY advanced in arcane universe

advanced hexstrap 🥴

so your kids are literally half of you and half of her

DOES NOT BELIEVE IN PUTTING YOUR CHILD IN FRONT OF A TABLET

that and it drives her crazy hearing ms. rachel repeatedly (speaking from someone who has a younger cousin who crashes tf out if ms. rachel is off) 

she tried it for a little bit after getting the suggestion from both vi and jayce

but it's a definite NO in her book

NEOW it’s not like she won’t ever let her kids use the tablet to watch kids channels and videos

she DOES they just have schedule and SHE IS AN ACTUAL PARENT WHO MONITORS ELECTRONIC TIME

her kids WILL not be exposed to shit they aren’t ready for

some of her favorite moments with her family is the days she's off work and she lets the twins help her with baking sweets

kids are covered in flour

giggles galore

you’re watching on with a fond smile

everyone helping decorate the sweet treats

just domestic bliss out the ass

now for some serious stuff…

y'all know how I said her daughter would be named cassandra…

YUH in the beginning she DEFINITELY had a problem with ✨favoritism✨ 

caspian (we gonna go ahead and name baby boy caspian) was for sure feeling left out at times a bit of a velcro baby with you because of it

you confront cait about and she genuinely didn't know she was doing it

fixed that shit real quick it took a bit of time rebuild caspian’s trust but after a little while and a lot of work everyone like this🤞🏾fr

I would say caitlyn is authoritative parent honestly

just the right amount of nurturing, responsive, and supportive but she knows where to draw the line and set them boundaries

like yeah she wants her kids to have structure… but she also wants them to have independence

VERY COMFORTABLE IN SAYING “No”

is a supporter of having kids sit at the table and write "I will ___" "I won't do ___" 100x and if she's really mad front and back TWICE

PLEASE TELL Y'ALL KNOW WHAT PUNISHMENT I'M TALKING ABOUT 😭

also very open to hearing her kids side of things

but you know… she has clear rules and expectations for her twins

vi

now would y’all hate me for saying after years of being a reasonable crash out… she would prefer to be a stay at home mom 🫣

like i can’t get out of my head how i just want this girl happy and thriving

SO FOR ME JINX AINT DEAD!!! WHYYYYY BECAUSE THIS IS MY WORK! NOW!

i feel vi would have boys for sure, triples specifically; khai (oldest), elio (middle), and ballar (youngest) ALL IDENTICAL TOO

not even gonna front with y'all… deadass would have trouble telling her boys apart at times

vi would be in the middle of lecturing who she thinks is elio but the entire time she's been lecturing poor khai who’s been minding his business the whole

elio is off to the side confused because vi keeps calling his brother…him??

khai is looking at vi like she’s insane and has lost her mine orange slice frozen in air as he was snacking on his fruit

then ballar who is so used to vi calling them the wrong names is like: “mama, that’s khai.” 😕

it was even worse when you insisted on dressing the three of them up in identical outfits for the first few months of their lives

she had to put a stop to that because really thought she was going insane

would also lowkey feel like she’s a bad parent because she couldn’t tell the difference between her boys

literally in awe with how you’re able to tell them apart

as they got older though and started developing their own personalities and styles it became a lot easier

a big believer in ms. rachel… LOVES MS. RACHEL DOWN

ms. rachel is her girl ON JANNA SHE IS

when she's behind on chores, sits her boys in the playpen in front of the tv and turns on ms. rachel to get housework done

some of her favorite moments is cooking and having dinner with her family 

isha and jinx are invited OF COURSE

i headcanon vi as a damn good cook SHE CAN’T BAKE but she can cook

teaching her kids how to chop veggies with those child friendly knife that can actually cut food but won’t injure the child

teaching her kids recipes

i have this small little headcanon that vi writes down recipes so she can hand them down to her children 🥹

now for some serious stuff…

now we know our girl vi is a retired crashout so she has a temper

NOW I'M NOT SAYING SHES LAYING HANDS ON HER KIDS❗❗

but there are moments where she hits them with classic;

“because i said so!”

“i’m the adult and you’re the child!”

or plain out just yelling out of frustration and anger

she always feels EXTREMELY guilty afterwards 

but after sitting down with her and talking with her she always comes back and doing so much better with controlling her emotions

when the triples were babies she was FOR SURE had an attachment style of parenting;

the boys sleeping in cots in that same room as you guys

always having them near her

skin to skin bonding as soon as they were born

as soon as SIDs aren't an issue the boys are in the bed with you until you have to tell her “hey they need to be in their own rooms now.”

as the kids get older develops more of a positive parenting style

very caring supportive and sensitive with her kids

like instead of focusing on the negative her kids do she focuses on the positive of what her kids do

for example; y’all remember when powder lost all of their loot in the first episode and instead of being mad she went “all that matters is that you’re okay.”

yeah like that

sets boundaries with her kids that supports their interests

does all she can to avoid punishment which in turn lowkey makes you the bad guy

but if need be she will take things away, give time outs, and worst of all grounding

cries in your arms after she has to ground the triplets after they get into a fight with some other kids

she also encourages her kids to be curious, have empathy for others, and just for them to be children

mel

MEL IS A GOOD MAMA!

I SAID IT!

i also feel she would be more of a one and done

mel 100% gives birth to her little twin fr 😌🤞🏾

all the good genes from her SHOVED INTO THAT LITTLE ANGEL SHE GIVES BIRTH TO

im talking gold freckles, eye color, perfect hair and all

DID YOU 🫵🏾 EVEN TRY!!!???

chile anyway

she’s still apart of the council y’all… but trust if need be… she pulling up with caitlyn for another 2v1 😈

has a little girl that she treats and dotes on

that’s her little princess

her little aurelia (which means golden child/golden one) 

takes her to work with her sometimes

definitely has one of those cute cozy baby carriers on and her baby always with her

isn’t really fond of sitting her child in front of a tv but does vibe with gracie’s corner

but she would much prefer reading to her child or doing other activities to embrace her child’s imagination and creativity and knowledge

her little princess is always dressed in the finest fashion and wearing name brand clothes

you lowkey don’t get it because… aurelia isn’t even gonna be able to fit those clothes in couple months

she tells you respectfully mind your business and shut your mouth 😌

“yes ma’am”

happy wife, happy life 🫡

mel’s favorite thing to do with her family… FAMILY SELF CARE DAYS

i'm talking waking up early because y’all got appointments all throughout the day!

first thing y’all waking up and taking off cold sleep masks

a nice breakfast out at y’all favorite cute breakfast spot

now y’all gotta go to your early nails appointments

right after that the nice calm family spa

after that you guys gotta head to your hair appointments

then y’all end the day with a nice dinner out 

serious tings neow!!!

now y’all know how i’ve been saying mel calls aurelia ‘“her little princess”

she lets her get away with EVERYTHING and ANYTHING

i feel it would come from her not wanting to have too many high expectations on aurelia like her mother had on her

and that leads to MASSIVE spoiling sprees 😬

it also leads to her stick up for her aurelia even when she is deadass in the wrong 🤦🏾‍♀️

it would get to a point where mel would get angry with you for giving aurelia any type of punishment

dare i say most the disagreements in your marriage came from you different views when it come to discipline for aurelia

like i’m talking arguments so bad y’all were sleeping in separate rooms 

which means FOR A LONG time she was a permissive parent

lowkey… she would be a mother-in-law from hell NO KIDDING

but back on her parenting type..

which is a mix of permissive/attachment and then when you guys had a serious talk

you informed her of trying to change her ways and she starting getting into more of a positive parenting style like vi

when it comes to mel’s attachment parenting;

constant skin to skin contact right after she was born

she walked around with aurelia in the baby carrier

had aurelia sleeping in the middle of both of you

constantly had her in her arms

aurelia finally had her own room at the age of 3

now mel’s permissive parenting;

mel is a really nurturing and emotionally responsive parent

but didn’t believe in punishing aurelia or putting her foot down with her

which ultimately lead to aurelia having poor self regulation skills

when sitting down with mel to talk with her about how you both were parenting very differently and not in a good way…

that didn’t exactly go well..

it lead to another serious fight because aurelia would act one way with mel and act completely different with you and no one else because she knew she could get away with pretty much anything with mommy mel 

the fight was so bad you stayed with your parents for a few days

so that meant mel was with aurelia 25/8

that’s when she started getting a glimpse of what everyone trying to tell her

because at some point in time keeping up that little princess facade for mel… aurelia would get tired of that and true colors show

after that you and mel sat down with one another and came to an agreement and the three of y'all went to family counseling 💛 

mel is starting to understand that she can parent her daughter without plain spoiling... but she did make a habit of it so it's something that she has to work on breaking

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hope you enjoyed! ○( ＾皿＾)っ Hehehe…

[caseuoiseau]

Please allow me to jump in with a 4th point, because I learned a lot of different fiber arts and craft stuff as a kid, and when you're a kid you tend not to care as much about your lumpy first project because every first thing you've ever done to date has been lumpy, and you tend to lack a general idea of what failure is and focus on the "Yey-I-did-it!"

But the first craft I tried as an adult was spinning, which had the triple threat horrors of being:

a) ...thoroughly unlike any other fiber craft I had ever done, despite being integral to each one (sewing, knitting, crochet--all require fiber to be spun before anything else can be done).

b) ...the first skill I had to pay my own hard-earned, fresh-out-of-college pennies to learn, and

c) ...another one of those things like playing guitar where everyone else before me had decided that the difficult part to be managed by your dominant hand was actually the complete opposite of what I thought.

So my one or two private lessons didn't amount to anything remotely usable, until a few years later when some big-name blogger started posting her spinning. And I got pissed off because I took one look at it and I thought to myself "That's barely better than mine was, and she's getting all these accolades from her followers??? I bet I could spin yarn like that with my shitty wooden-toy-wheel spindle." And man oh man didni sit down and spin.

Now, I didn't start writing this story to tell you that Spite Will Fuel You To Perfection, so don't get ahead of me. Because my fiber had been compacted over the years and I was over-twisting it and I didn't technically understand that "single ply" doesn't actually work with handspun, and I wound up making some pretty wretched curly rope. Totally unusable. But it was the age of LJ, and I nevertheless showed my craft friends my awful attempt so they could have a good laugh at it, and that's where I got the actual best advice I've received as an adult learning a craft.

My friends who spin simply told me to save it. Hold on to that yarn-that's-barely-yarn, put it in a drawer somewhere and just...check in on it from time to time. Because every time you spin, you get a little bit better at it, and it really, really helps soothe your mind to take a look at that first project when you think you haven't improved.

And my next yarn--arguably a bulky two-ply from some high-micron Shetland, still iloverspun and the texture of rope, but definitely more yarnlike. The next was a very uneven two-ply made by plying merino pencil roving back on itself. Overspun in places, but much more reasonable as handspun--if I'd told someone it was supposed to look like that with a sufficiently confident tone, they would have bought it. That was the first handspum that actually became something:

A little tea cozy that I had to alter pretty spectacularly, since I had only spun about 90 yards out of the 50g I had.

And so it goes, each project getting a little bit better than the last, and noticeably better than the first. I either threw out that yarn or I have it packed away in the attic somewhere, but I used to bring that out at the end of my first night of the drop spindle basics class I used to teach. This is what I made first. These are the next three skeins I made. And here's my most recent.

It's a hell of a way to get people to think more fondly about the kitchen twine they think they've been fighting with for the last two hours.

So, to end with the advice I used to give my first-time knitting class: this isn't like being at work. You aren't expected to be an expert in something you learned 5 minutes ago. You have my permission to suck at this.

I hope all new fiber artists know that the "slightly misshapen" object they made that they're stressed about not looking good:

1. Happens to every fiber artist always, you're too zoomed in to its every detail because you're the one who made it and most people would think it looks normal, or at least much less misshapen than you do, stand 20ft away from it and look at it and then see how you feel (true about all art tbh)

2. Gets better and more uniform each time you do anything

and the *very most important*:

3. Can be made Significantly Less Misshapen by just grabbing the fabric and stretching it in a few directions

I keep helping new fiber artists who are like "but my thing looks so bad :(((" by like, taking their object and stretching it sideways and horizontal, and handing it back, and they're like "????? Magic?????" bc it looks perfect.

Trust the process. Trust the stretchy process

[lumdays]

please notice me, prince!! ♡

au by @alli-ily << i've been meaning to join this au for a little while now hehehe

*click for better quality LMAO,,, sorry i have no idea why it's so fucked up but i did transcript the important stuff down here if you want

sir? dame? siyun (aka azul's worst nightmare)

"though they are very capable, they're quite unpopular with nobles as they tend to disobey even direct orders if they figure that there is a more efficient way to do things. they're also a little too honest for high society's taste."

siyun hails from far away lands, practically another world (hehe nod to them being a yuu). it is known that they have two younger siblings and that their parents are both well but it seems that they are no longer in contact.

...ashengrotto despises them (they give him SO many headaches, FREE HIM 🙏🙏)

some more stuff utc,, ARGHHH I BRAINROT OVER AUS LIKE THIS SO FAST💔💔💔 it's the evil manhwa lover in me

ALRIGHT SOOO.... the reason why i keep mentioning azul is because In My Head (please correct me if i'm wrong/you don't want me making up stuff HELPPP i didn't know what to go off aside that there's a bunch of kingdoms and nobles), he was accused/is suspected of embezzlement and siyun was dispatched to monitor him.

...they might as well be the bane of his existence honestly. embezzlement is likely the one crime he has yet to commit but with a highly competent knight keeping a close eye on him, it's gotten a lot harder for him to do anything that is remotely not outstanding-member-of-society material, which pisses him off to no end (...that's kinda just his own assumptions though LMAO, siyun does NOT care that much about the matters of some rich merchant,, unless someone gets hurt that is).

ANYWAYS. this made me think i should probably write down how they feel about lady ariya and prince shin

starting with lady ariya

siyun truly admires her resolve to clear her family's name. but they also can't help but feel something akin pity for her, the path she chose for herself will be long and arduous, especially alone—very few manage to walk out, head held high and pride intact. still, she seems like a promising young lady and siyun is a hopeful person, "i will assist you should you ever call for me."

prince shin (@liyuviq)

humble beginnings, big responsibilities. it's a bit presumptuous, but siyun sort of relates to the illegitimate prince. perhaps not fully—they never experienced Suddenly Being A Royal and sincerely hoped they never would, even in another universe. however, they can relate to the whiplash, the struggle to cram into a few months—no, weeks—everything the other nobles learned over the years, the stares, the whispers... they remember how it all felt, and when they look at their highness shin, they can only hope that they will rise through it all. "then again, i do know i am not your highness. perhaps you don't feel even a fraction of the dread that filled me back then—i would be very glad if so."

i hope i'm not overstepping 👉👈,, aghh also open for interactions for anyone interested hdhdhhdshd, i haven't checked the tag yet HELP

as for the hypothetical target of their affection,,, i fear it may be butler jade 💀💀........... I'M A SUCKER FOR BUTLER X KNIGHT ARCHETYPE 💔💔💔ALSO I BRAINROT OVER YUNDE 2MUCH💔AH AND quick lore rundown

i imagine their knighthood still stands in another empire—or kingdom,,, sorry my knowledge of the world building here is a little vague HDUAJHF. anyway the point is that they are skilled enough for the royal family themselves to take them under their heavy golden wing—until the ashengrotto accusations and they're given bits and pieces of their freedom back.

I'M REALLY SORRY MOOTS THIS IS JUST ME YAPPING ON AND ON..... but like this au's really sick‼️‼️‼️ tags - @heyhellohihowareyou @elenauaurs @distant-velleity @twistedwonderlandshenanigans @skriblee-ksk @sickle-stick @puowei @jadelover69 @tixdixl @nemisisnemi @angelwishess @theleechyskrunkly @chillygourami @bunniehunn @cheerleaderman UUUH DID I FORGET ANYONE.....

[tossawary]

I'm only on Episode 5 of "Teen Wolf" and it's hard not to think about Stiles/Derek due to the pairing's influence as a fandom juggernaut throughout the 2010s. It has, over the years, occasionally made me intensely curious as to what was actually in the source material to spark this, versus how much of it was the migratory slash fanfiction fandom stuff.

I don't have... super strong opinions of them from the source material yet? I don't really think they have positive or negative chemistry at the moment. Their interactions are hampered by the fact that I think Derek Hale is currently kind of incoherent as a character, apparently not allowed to actually talk to anyone due to contrived drama reasons, preventing him from connecting naturally on an informational or emotional level to Stiles or Scott. Derek's backstory is still murky and largely unknown. Derek's personal goals here are also a little unclear. Some of this will be cleared up as the season goes on.

I do think that I personally would enjoy Derek more if he had actually been only a few years older than Scott and Stiles, as Stiles says in the first episode, and actually looked it as well. I think that Derek being younger, being another "teen wolf" at 19, would have 1) put him on more even footing with Scott, and 2) made him come across as more of a scared, cornered animal, lashing out at the Argents and stumbling around lost without his family/pack. Like, the traumatized lone wolf thing is apparently what's happening with Derek anyway, but I do think all that would be better communicated to the audience if Derek looked younger and more pathetic and was allowed to snap at / talk to people more and with purpose.

If Derek was younger, I also think that he would function as a better mirror / foil to Scott. Here's this kid who was born a werewolf (unlike Scott), had a big and loving family (Scott has a single, loving mother and an apparently better-absent father), and is now orphaned and homeless and friendless (unlike Scott). It would also make Kate look even more vile and I'm good with that. I know the writers are going to absolutely miss the opportunity to have Scott and Derek's relationship have some more positive give-and-take. Scott has a lot to offer Derek! Scott's kind heart is one of my favorite things about him so far!

Anyway, back to the Stiles/Derek stuff. Yeah, I would also like Stiles/Derek or Scott/Derek more as concepts if Derek was younger. Right now, from the actual canon material I've seen, disregarding the knowledge I've picked up over the years regarding Derek's life, Derek is mostly giving me Angel from "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" vibes. And I really did not like Angel and especially not Angel/Buffy.

One positive thing I will say for Stiles/Derek is that I can absolutely see where the ship originally came from. Stiles does have some very queerbait-y lines with the "am I attractive to gay guys" humor. Derek is conventionally attractive. Derek and Stiles are the only two people in on the "Scott is a werewolf" problem, helping him out, and there's maybe a dash of "pair the spares" to it, but these two people are actually interacting and cooperating to solve problems together. And "I got you arrested for a murder you didn't commit" / "you need to cut off my arm" is a hell of a starting point for a ship. That's honestly great stuff. That's a level of freak that might generally inspire me to invent chemistry for a pair of characters, just to figure out how to make that relationship work.

In conclusion, I don't personally ship it, but I get it. I totally see where it came from.

[writingwithciara]

across the hall; part 4 -quinn hughes-

summary: y/n moves in across the hall from quinn and in an emergency, she leaves her five-year old daughter in his care

word count: 2.2k

pairing: quinn hughes x reader, toxic ex-boyfriend x reader

notes:

y/n woke up the next morning feeling different. something about what happened yesterday made things blur between her and quinn. they were friends, sure. but there was no denying the chemistry between them, no matter how little it was.

she got out of bed and got herself ready before heading down the hall to abby's room. she pushed the door open slowly and saw abby sitting up in bed, already dressed.

"good morning, princess. how long have you been up?"

"20 minutes. i dressed myself. see?"

"i see that." y/n smiled and crouched down to abby's level.

"do you like it?"

"i love it." she ran a hand through abby's hair. "you excited to stay with quinn today?"

"yes. and bella."

"i forgot you like her too."

"she's so nice. i hope she has candy today."

"oh i'm sure she will." y/n stood up. "will you let me do your hair today?"

"can quinn do it?"

"i think he's already gone." y/n smiled and walked towards the bathroom. there was a knock on the door so she turned around and headed back. y/n opened the door and smiled when her eyes landed on quinn. "hey. i thought you would've already left by now."

"i was getting in my car when i remembered that abby doesn't really like getting her hair done so i thought i'd come back up and see if she wanted me to get it done for her."

"you know what? i think she would really like that. thank you." y/n closed the door and followed quinn to the bathroom. when he stuck his head in, y/n didn't even have to see the look on abby's face to know she was happy.

"hey kiddo. i'm here to do your hair."

"yay!" she giggled and y/n set her up on the counter before leaning against the doorframe.

"thanks for this, quinn." y/n watched as he brushed abby's hair genttly and began to put it into two braids.

"it's no problem at all. saves you the trouble, right?"

"yeah. right." y/n was in awe. not only with his work on the hair but with the way he was helping her. there was never going to be enough ways to repay him for everything.

"there. all done." quinn stood back to admire his work. "you girls ready to go?"

"yeah. we'll be right behind you." y/n grabbed some stuff off the kitchen counter and shoved them into her bag. abby went to her room to grab her own bag and joined her mom in the front hall. quinn opened the door for them and while y/n locked it, quinn picked up abby and put her on his shoulders. she giggled and held on tightly.

the three of them made their way down to to the parking garage. quinn helped get abby buckled in before heading over to his car.

"you'll be right ehind me, right?"

"yes." y/n smiled while quinn got in is car and drove out. she was about to start her car when andy knocked on her window. "what are you doing here?"

"can we talk?"

"can it wait? i've got somewhere to be."

"okay well you don't work until later, so..."

"i don't want to know how you know that." y/n shook her head.

"where are you going?"

"it's really none of your business, andy." y/n sighed and pulled out her phone. she drafted an sos text to quinn and was hovering over the send button but she looked back at andy.

"i just want to talk."

"we can talk later. i'll text you when we get home, okay? please?"

"alright fine." he stood back and watched y/n drive out. she quickly erased the drafted text and decided to call quinn instead.

"hey. i just parked. you here yet?"

"no. i ran into andy before i had the chance to leave."

"he didn't....he didn't hurt you, did her?"

"no. i'm fine." she couldn't help the way her heart seemed to leap at quinn's words. "i'm pulling into the parking garage now. what level are you on?"

"second. i'll wait by my car for you."

"okay." y/n turned onto the second level and when she saw quinn saving a spot for her, her heart began to melt. he moved out of the way and when she was in park, he helped get abby out of her seat. "are you sure nobody will mind us being here?"

"i already called ahead to make sure. told them it was a protection thing and they understood."

"thank you." y/n smiled and before she could take a second to think, quinn was grabbing her hand and walking towards the locker room.

"you can stay out here and wait for me or you can head on in towards the bench. bella will be there to meet you guys."

"yay. bella." abby looked at quinn. "do you know if she has any candy?"

"i'm not sure. but she might." quinn set abby down next to y/n and stood up. "i'll see you guys in 10 minutes."

y/n nodded and headed down the tunnel with abby right beside her. when she saw bella waving, the two of them made their way to her.

"i'm so glad you're here. i don't usually come to the arena this early but when quinn called me yesterday and asked if i could keep you two company, i immediately agreed. couldn't say no to you guys."

"you don't mind keeping an eye on abby for me during the game?"

"not at all. work is important." bella smiled and looked down at abby. "i brought you something."

"is it candy?"

"as a matter of fact, it is." she smiled and handed abby a bag of candy. "i got more in my car but we should definitely save that for the game."

"okay. thank you." abby dug into the candy and smiled.

y/n looked out at the ice. "so what's quinn like? i feel like i know a lot about him. but at the same time, i also feel like i don't know enough. know what i mean?"

"i totally get it. he's certainly an enigma. but like i said last time we talked, he was a fairly grumpy guy before he met you. he's also really sweet and protective of the people he cares about. from what i've witnessed, that includes his family, his teammates, the wags and now you."

"what are the wags?"

"wives and girlfriends." bella smiled and turned her attention to the boys walking out of the tunnel and making their way onto the ice.

"oh."

"yeah. and don't be alarmed or scared if you're grouped into the wag category. they'll see you hanging out with us and honestly, sometimes, it's easier for the staff."

"alright. thanks for the heads up." y/n looked directly at quinn and found it hard to take her eyes off him as he skated around with brock. both the boys looked over at the bench and smiled.

"so, tell me your story. what brings you to vancouver?"

"i was in a really shitty relationship and i needed to get as far away as possible. so i moved out here and even this wasn't far enough."

"what do you mean?"

"he found me somehow. but quinn has been the perfect buffer and i couldn't be more thankful i moved into the right apartment."

"you know, when quinn first told us about you, i thought you were his girlfriend. and even when i met you, that's what it seemed like. you two compliment each other in ways i've never seen before. and forgive me if i'm overstepping but it seems like there might actually be something between you."

"i don't think there is. and even if there was, it wouldn't work. we both have busy lives and things would turn difficult real fast." y/n smiled at quinn when he skated up to them.

"how are my two favorite girls?" he looked at abby and smiled when she handed him a piece of candy.

"we're doing great. loving the practice." y/n smiled and handed him his water bottle. her phone buzzed in her pocket so she pulled it out. "my boss wants me to come in early." she glanced down at abby. "will you be a good girl for everyone today?"

"yes mama." she continued eating her candy while y/n started walking away.

"wait." quinn caught up to her. "i'm going to need abby's seat for later."

"oh right." y/n smiled and walked towards where she parked. quinn had to change out of his skates so he was a little behind. when he caught up to her, he grabbed the seat from her backseat and smiled. "thanks again for today, quinn. i don't know what i'd do without you."

"it's no problem. i love having abby around."

"she loves having you around too." y/n grinned and opened her door. before she got in, she leaned up and kissed quinn's cheek. "i'll see you later."

quinn was frozen for nearly a minute after she left. he touched his cheek and felt the heat from the kiss there. things just got so much more confusing for him.

he put abby's seat in his car and headed back into the building before he could get in trouble.

the rest of practice went by fast. abby and bella were walking towards the locker room to wait for the boys when abby turned to look at bella.

"bella?"

"yes sweetheart?"

"thanks for the candy."

"you're welcome, darling." she smiled and continued holding the little girl's hand.

the second quinn came out of the locker room, abby ran to him. he picked her up and smiled.

"hey kiddo. it's still pretty early so how about we go and get some lunch?"

"yes. i am starving."

"you and brock want to join us?" he asked as he glanced over at bella.

"yeah sure. that sounds like fun." bella grabbed brock's hand and followed quinn to the garage. "we're parked on another level so just text us where we're eating and we'll meet you there."

"okay. see you guys in a bit." quinn walked to his car and buckled abby in. "you having fun today?"

"absolutely." abby kicked her legs happily while quinn pulled out of the garage.

"alright. where do you want to eat?"

"the restaurant we ate breakfast at yesterday. can we eat there?"

"absolutely." quinn sent a quick text to both brock and bella before continuing their travel.

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later that night, quinn played his best but ended up getting taken out halfway through the 2nd period. knowing what he might've needed, bella brought abby down to the locker room and waited for the medic to finish up. when he left, she brought abby into the room.

"i know this isn't exactly what you wanted, but it's the next best thing. i promise." she smiled at him as abby ran and hugged him.

"this is what i needed. thanks, bella." quinn smiled back as bella left the room. "i'm sorry if the game has been disappointing for you."

'it hasn't. i liked it all. until you got hurt." she reached up and tapped the bandage on his arm. "do you have to stay here until the end of the game?"

"yeah. unfortunately i do. but you can stay here with me if you want. or bella can take you back to your eat."

"am i allowed to stay here?"

"not in the locker room. but we hang out in the media room and watch the rest of the game."

"okay. let's go."

quinn brought abby down the hall and into the room where they would be spending the remainder of the game. after the 2nd period, they both went back to the locker room to chat with the team. abby sat in quinn's locker space while he went to the coach. brock, who was sitting next to her, offered her a piece of candy.

"what do you think of the game so far?"

"i love it. i don't like that quinn got hurt though. that guy was mean."

"yeah, he was. but quinn is way tougher than he looks." brock chuckled.

"yeah. i think that's why mommy likes him."

brock raised his eyebrow. he wanted to ask more but quinn came back over.

"alright. time to go back to the media room, abby."

"okay quinn." abby ran to the door when she saw bella. brock wanted to tell quinn what abby just said to him but he didn't have enough time. so instead, he headed down the tunnel while quinn ran to catch up with bella and abby.

half an hour later, the game was over. and the canucks had lost.

as quinn drove home with abby, he wanted nothing more than having y/n waiting there for him. their friendship was still a little new so he knew he couldn't say how he was feeling about the girl across the hall. but he could keep it inside as long as possible.

he didn't want to mess up what they already had. and with the added complication of andy, he knew there would never be a right time to tell her. he was just going to have to learn how to deal with it.

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tags: @alwaysclassyeagle

[postersofleon]

A Good Dog's Reward

Leon S. Kennedy has been pinning over Ada Wong since he first saw her. Was it pathetic of him wanting to love a mercenary who will use him over and over again? Maybe, but that wasn't important right now. Ada promised him a romantic night in a lonely town. All Leon had to do was go after her. Finally, after thirteen years, Leon was going to fill her touch without the gun against his head. As he took a sip of his flask of whiskey, he eyed the door now. Waiting for the knock of Ada Wong.

content: smut and fluff (?)

notes: i have been busy working and being depressed so sorry about that. anyways, she/her pronouns for afab; i thought about this for a while, and ada would probably do this. imagined as og leon's plot in re4, sexually frustrated leon. basically, the reader is a replacement of ada, but leon ends up liking the two women for two different reasons, leon kind of sucks but not like horrible. is it good? i haven't written long stuff for months. not proof read

He was a trained soldier, and he was wasting his skills as a stupid lovesick man. Leon's eyes stared at the wall, counting the stupid flies that buzzed around in this ill ventilation room. The air conditioner wasn't even the ones with a solid base. It was one of those weak small ones. It was already broken and Leon tried fixing it with by cleaning the filter.

Nothing.

Typical of Ada.

Every second of his life, Leon was getting proven right that Ada was a complicated person to love. He was the stupid moron who decided to believe her words over and over, and he was spending his vacation in this stupid town.

God, Ada. Leon thought bitterly. It's 2011 now. You can't just leave me here with my dick in my hand.

Leon has been emotionally unavailable for every single woman in his life because of Ada. Ada couldn't give him a proper chance, and he didn't even care that he lost his chances with Claire, Angela, Ashley, and Hunnigan. He had to hope Ada wouldn't be cruel again, so his ear was focused on the door. Every couple of minutes, a married man would bring his mistress into the room beside Leon's. They had sex for thirty minutes, and they were out. Leon had heard eight couples having sex. Eight. He heard the cleaning lady's limp walk on her good leg, slightly dragging her hurt leg into the broken porcelain tiles. The cart was shaking all the items.

He trained with Krauser.

For this?

He heard a woman's high heel walk around, Leon sighed boredly. "Another mistress. Maybe around late twenties for an old guy." He lifted his hand up, his index finger moved with every click of the heel. But the heels stopped moving. Leon stayed quiet, his finger slowly pointed at his door. The knock.

Leon exhaled softly, "It's not Ada." He mumbled softly, he stood up and opened the door. A young woman was in front of Leon's door, she wore a green turtle neck with blue jeans. Leon won't lie that this woman was a beauty. "Hey?" Leon leaned back into the door frame, "I think you messed up doors?" He smiled, he tried to make himself look nice and cool. Yeah, he was lucky he was pretty because his awkward self would still be a virgin. Her eyes didn't seem to sway the insecurity Leon prayed she would feel.

He cleared the lump forming in his throat as she approached him. "I was told to come. A woman named A. Wong asked to take the man into a romantic date and to take his virginity?" Her voice was cool, it didn't have a sense of softness, but she definitely sounded confused to say the last part.

To take the virginity. Leon scoffed. Is that how Ada saw Leon? A stupid guy begging for any woman to fuck him.

"This has to be a joke, right?" He crossed his arms against his chest, "She didn't hire me an escort, right?" His right hand landed on his hair, pulling it gently as he thought about his life. All of these steps on protecting Ada led to this. Ada rented an escort for Leon's frustration sexual thoughts. "Listen, you are beautiful," Leon quickly said, his eyes tracing every detail of her body, "But I can't- I feel humiliated." Leon looked up at her face. Still praying it was a joke.

With the lack of care of the woman's face, Leon's face dropped, "What?" This felt like a new low of Leon Kennedy's life, "You have to feel for me or something, right? Bad that my apparent 'girlfriend' doesn't even want to see me." Leon felt pathetic as now he begged for pity. Before she could respond, Leon covered his face, "You are just going to say what I want so... I'm begging to nobody."

His foot tapped. All he could hear was the low humming of the AC along with it. Gently, he felt her hands rubbing his shoulder, easing him into looking at her. His body didn't deny her merciful caress, his body slowly flopped to see her.

"You aren't begging to nobody." Her caress led to his neck and face. Her eyes had a different type of sparkle than Ada's, yet his dumb heart fluttered the same way. They seemed like the same woman- or maybe that what Ada was. A persona. "I'm here." Her hand caressed his cheek as her body slowly pressed against his.

Leon felt like a useless asshole. "Did Ada give you lines of words to say?" He whined. Fuck, he was getting more embarrassing as he whined his way around two women now. He grabbed her wrist gently and kissed her palm, his wet lips made a small part of her body shine. He was easy. Maybe if the women in his life really tried, he would be on his knees begging for their love.

The excort smelled different than Ada, and it felt different from Ada. Leon kissed her forearm.

Pathetic.

"No," She whispered softly. She slowly pulled her hand away from Leon's, "I have my own my mind and thoughts." Her hand now landed on his stomach, slowly indicating him to go back. Leon walked backward, his eyes never leaving hers, "Yeah, I know." He tried to defend himself because every thought of Ada was that she over planned her things. She would not just just let this woman speak words that belonged to her mouth.

"So," She looked at him, a small smile appeared, "Trust me." Leon stopped when he felt the bed behind him. He sat on the bed, he wanted to trust her so badly because his cock was twitching itself alive. "I trust you." He mumbled, his hands anxiously rubbing his thighs. His eyes wouldn't want to leave her. Slowly, her body sat on top of his thighs, Leon, without thinking twice, grabbed her thighs and pressed her center against his bulge.

He could feel her pussy lips gently rubbing against him. "Fuck, I really trust you." He mumbled, his hands squeezed her thighs. His eyes were completely dilated, his hands rolled her hips against his limp. "F-fuck..." He felt that her hip rolls weren't just him. She was helping herself. He needed to help her but he couldn't focus with her heat. "There you go..." She rubbed her pussy on his bulge.

The heat of her body made Leon growl with the need, his fingertips could over feel the details of her body. It's as if the world granted him the wish to connect with someone for at least a second. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders and the stupid jeans of hers felt thick to the touch now. His thumb gently rubbed her covered slit, pushing his thumb into it, and it seemed time went even slower when his eyes slowly looked up.

Her mouth was very slightly opened, exhaling in a feeble manner and his cock fully woke up. Slowly and steady, growing hard against his jeans. "Oh, fuck..."

There he went, slowly placing her below him, underneath the old queen bed that he repeatedly checked if it had bedbugs or actual listening bugs. Leon looked at her. The details of her eyes, the small cracks of her lips- She was human. A fucking real person after so long. Leon had seen the worst of humanity over and over, and the life he thought would make him feel better turned him bitter.

Leon's knees carefully pushed her thighs open, his hand holding the softness, and squeezed it. Her warmth through the jeans. He hadn't touched a woman like this for so long, and that was saying a lot. Who wouldn't want to be with him? His thumb gently pressed the core, and once he heard her breath gasp, he felt his cheeks burn up. His eyes looked up, trying to find a sense of peace that he was doing something right.

His breath was stuck in his lungs. For a second, she had the most beautiful doe eyes, her lips were parted with her breath become more frustrated. Shaking with that stupid need people sometimes crave. Leon understood his role. He understood her role.

Slowly, his finger slid down her covered slit, he could feel the warmth of her pussy. His other hand went towards the button of the jeans and popped it open. His thumb gently pushed the jean down, his eyes saw the warm body bellow him twitch. Her hips moved ever so slightly up. Leon chewed on his lower lip. He needed to calm down, he didn't want to cum way too early by only looking at her body. His thumbs traveled to the hips and slowly pushed down the jeans. Panties and all.

Now what? His cock ached to be inside of her. Begging to fuck her, but he wanted to eat her out as well. "Tell me what to do." Leon looked into her eyes. He was a stupid dog, begging for order to do something. He had his leash, tugging him back, holding him in a fake sense of dominance. He was a whining mess. "Please." His fingers squeezed the tender skin of the woman, his harden hands was getting lost in the softness he hasn't felt for the longest time.

His fingers slowly... Leon was so scared to even touch her pussy lips. Leon's finger traced the shape of her pussy, he leaned closer to her body. His knees were still forcing her legs open as his fingers toyed around the lips. He couldn't even touch the flesh yet. He looked into her eyes.

Her eyes still held that shit that he loved. The vulnerability he craved from Ada, Ada's usually cold eyes and the cold metal of the gun muzzle pressed against his head. But now, a woman looked at him without that. All of her was warm. Leon pressed his needy bulge into her core, rubbing himself like a desperate puppy.

She let out small groans, his hips rolled into her, and his hands lifted up her thighs. Squeezing her butt and lifting her legs higher.

The throbbing dick rubbed and rubbed against her clit. She pressed her head back into the pillows, "F-fuck..." Her hands landed above her head, her heavy breathing made his groans grow. Her body was trembling. Leon pulled away and looked one last time at the view down. His hand palmed her tit one last time until his fingers played with the belt.

"I, I know," Leon couldn't speak a lot, his cock was too hard for him to think straight, "I know..." He took off his belt and jeans. His hand pulled out his cock and balls, his hand slowly went up until his thumb squeezed gently his tip and oozed it out. His pre-cum was killing him, he really wanted to fuck her raw, but he stopped himself. His hips movements were empty, his eyes couldn't look away from her pussy. "I brought a condom." He whispered, his hand let go of his cock, "I..." Leon went to his bag, he kicked off his jeans and took off his shirt.

The paranoia was killing him of the idea sometime seeing him so fucking fragile. Leon turned a second towards her. She took off her turtleneck and he felt his ass clench. Making his dick bounce. Leon took notice of the details of her back, trying to see and find her old scars, moles or anything so he can try to kiss it.

A loser.

His mind was calling him a loser over and over, but his fingers met her bra strap and slowly took it off. She let out a small sigh of satisfaction and he hugged from the back, his cock on her ass as he pushed her gently into her hands and knees. Leon's stubble rubbed against her neck, filling himself with affection with her small giggle. "You like that?" He grinned.

She nodded her head, "Yeah."

He chuckled softly. His hand pushed down his cock towards her cunt, "The condom?" She asked with another giggle. "Right." Leon kissed her shoulder and got the forgotten condom. "I got it. I got it." Leon went back to the bed and ripped up the wrapping. This wasn't the usual side of him. Back in the academy, he was smooth and easy to flirt, but now he was bubbling soda, ready to explode if something shook him up.

He put on the condom and leaned back into her back. "Don't judge me, okay?" He smiled, leading his cock slowly inside of her. She landed her head on the pillows, a happy hum escaped her lips. Leon groaned. He didn't want to go on fucking her like an inexperienced animal. He felt the stretch, how he was shaping her velvet walls for his need. He didn't push it immediately, he rubbed the tip of his cock up and down her slit. "Fuck..." He growled weakly, "Oh, fuck..." Her pussy was so wet, so good, so fucking perfect.

Slowly...

Leon's heart was stuck in his throat.

Slowly...

She whined. Oh, what a whimper. Leon's hand the end of her spine, rubbing her hipbone for a second until...

Leon leaned forward and shoved his cock completely inside of her. "Wait, baby..." He shuffled her hips gently, barely even moving each other. His hand lifted her a bit, "I don't want to break you too much..." He kissed her shoulder, his arms wrapped securely around her tummy. Leon kissed her cheek, "I got you..." His voice wasn't above a whisper. Every detail of her body was trembling, he groaned- his eyes rolled back with gentle love taps. It was the slowest, shallow thrusts he had ever done, but he didn't care. His arms tighten around her, "Fuck..." She gasped.

Leon's heart was beating so fast, so harshly that he nearly lost himself. His butt clenched, he needed to fuck her; what else would he have besides this? Her cunt clenched around his aching cock, trying to milk everything he could give her.

God.

God.

God...

Leon's hips went faster, the lewd sound of her wetness came and ruined the bed. The header of the bed began to gently creak back and worth. His hands grabbed her breasts, his fingers were gentle, and they always had to be careful to not pull on the trigger. His thumbs found her nipples and gently tugged them.

The idiot grunted when she moaned. His hands palmed more of her tender flesh, "Fuck, fuck.." Her wall were so fucking... Leon cried out, his hips movements were slowly and slowly increasing.

He couldn't lose this feeling. He can't lose how her pussy clenched around him. Leon grabbed her hips, thrusting and with every small moment of pause, his cock pulsed. "Please..." She shivered. Leon nodded his head once, his hands from her breasts landed slide down and down until he met her pussy lips.

Without a thought, he felt he was trained for this. How long has it been since he rubbed a clit?

He was a really pathetic guy, but her pussy felt too good. Leon pushed his heavy weight on top of hers, "Sorry..." He grumbled into her ear. His poor cheeks were blushing, "It-It's fine." She exhaled weakly. Leon kissed her shoulder, he was completely pressing his heavy body. "You are so heavy." She mumbled softly with another feeble laugh. His cock twitched, throbbed happily inside of her cunt. He had forgotten how much he loved to have sex, it wasn't just a quick fuck. It was the conversations.

He pulled away from her, and she let out a deep inhale. The pair glanced at each other, Leon cupped her face gently, and another kiss was shared. His tongue slipped into her mouth and moaned pathetically against her mouth. His fingers pressed against her skin, Leon felt her own tongue enter his mouth and his cock was leaking more into the condom. Leon tilted his head away and it didn't bother her. The woman kissed his neck, biting it ever so lightly and god, he fucking loved it. He chewed on his lip and groaned happily. Leon rolled his eyes back into his skull.

"Mm," Leon's hand was trying to hold her hip, pulling her close to his body, "T-that's it." Her hand landed on his happy trail and rubbed his stomach. Leon groaned contentedly. He laid on the bed and invited her silently into his lap. Perhaps he looked too pathetic. He didn't have the cute baby face he once had. He was old, and nobody wanted that in their life. He was the stupid age of thirty-four. He didn't have time to be his age when he was forced to work for the government. He couldn't drink his first legal beer without friends he used to have and all the friends he could've made in the force. He could've met the Redfields in a better situation; he could've even been a normal guy without fearing his own bullet would enter his mouth and leave his skull.

Her body straddled his hips. His tired hands rested on her hips. It came so naturally. His blue eyes slowly trailed up. His cock on his stomach, twitching and the poor condom was full of of pre-cum. Her pussy. Her stomach breathing in and out. Fuck, he couldn't feel her heart, but based of her reaction he knew was causing this. His hand went up, his thumb caressed her under boob and went directly to rub her nipple. His other hand encouraged her body to move up, he needed to be inside again because the first time wasn't enough.

Thankfully, she did as she was told. His hand gripped his cock and aimed for her hole. "C'mon, princess, don't make me beg." He let go of her breast and went back to her hip. He knew he had that stupid hazy look in his eyes. Slowly, bit by bit, she lowered her hips down onto his tip. Both of his hands grabbed her hips. His nose crinkled, "Oh, fuck." His hands grabbed her ass and pushed himself deeper into her heat. His eyes looked at her breasts, her nipples perked up when he had shoved his cock in completely.

Leon nodded his head mindlessly, "Yeah, fuck." His hand cupped her breasts again, his thumb teased the pretty perked up nipple. His eyes were half open like hers were. She was moaning weakly again. Leon slapped her tit and he felt his body burn with more and more lust. His own hips unconsciously against her. Her groans turned into whines, "Leon..." She tilted her head back. He grabbed her breast and pinched her nipples, "Fuck." Leon pumped his cock faster and faster, her walls squeezed against his cock and he tilted his head back into the bed.

His hand traveled down her stomach and found her clit. The cute little thing was throbbing for him. Both were breathing heavily. The crappy hotel didn't matter anymore. He wanted to fuck her forever. He choked out a moan, "Oh, God, you are so beautiful." He whined weakly. That's when he came into his rubber, his finger was rubbing and rubbing her clit. He couldn't allow her to not come, he gasped again when her cunt squeezed him again and she followed after him.

"Sorry," He cupped her face and kissed her, "Sorry for cumming a bit to early." Leon's hand shoved his dark hair back, his blue eyes met the woman's eyes again. She smiled weakly, "I-It's fine." She could feel her throat dry up and Leon couldn't stand it anymore. He cuddled against her, his eyes completely wide from the feeling of touching someone after so long. He can't let go.

It was the first peaceful night he felt. He controlled his breathing for a second, "I forgot to ask..." He took off his condom from his body. The bed squeaked. When she looked at him, oh, fuck. His post cum clarity didn't help at well when he saw her. She was so beautiful. Leon knew his cheeks turned red because, God, it burned. His cheeks burned. Leon was lost in a certain moment he couldn't explain. Her arm rested above his lean body, the coated warmth of loving a woman. Leon kept her close. He wouldn't want her to fall out of his grasp.

[freakymcnastys]

- thank you

“and it reminds me that it’s not so bad.”

【☆】 leon kennedy x blind!fem!reader

【☆】 synopsis: as raccoon cities new rookie they have leon doing rounds and he meets someone he finds…interesting.

【☆】 warnings: umm just fluff and its like non zombies au!

【☆】 notes: this is inspired by the veil manga GRAHH I LOVE IT SM

THE LOW CLOUDS WERE GREY. Docilely they sat still inside a frame. From the beginning to the end, the cold envelops this town. The owner of a pair of orbs innocent of the world walks, and the sound painted on a young man of sliver color.

"damn thing was left open again" Leon sighed as he sat on the brick ground. Leon had been working in Raccoon cities police force as a rookie. Sure it was hard just starting out as a transfer but he genuinely enjoyed the job so he endured. Although recently these kids who would run around leaving man holes open just to trip people to 'rob' them. Well as scary as twelve year old's can be. If people gave them anything it was more out of pity.

You had been walking around, only hearing the clacking of your white cane. You had been blind since you were 8 and you didn't really remember what things looked like before losing your vision but it didn't exactly bother you anymore. You were on the hunt for a job ever since you came to this city. This was the first time you were living by yourself and you didn't want to admit it but you were struggling to move completely into this city. Like looking for a job...

"Ouch!" Leon yelped as something hard smacked against his arm, multiple times before stopping. "Oh no...I'm so sorry!!" You quickly pull away your cane from where it was. "God I'm really sorry." This is exactly why you hated using a cane because things like this happen more often then you'd like to admit. "Are you okay? I didn't hurt you did I?" You felt the embarrassment rise in your face now. Although something you were starting to find strange was the fact that the person your just hit isn't saying much.

You could tell that they had gotten up from the grunt you heard. "Uh I'm fine...what about you, miss?" Even though Leon had been assaulted by this cane he still kept his professionalism. "Phew yes I'm alright but I heard your voice from below now I hear it coming from above...so I suppose you are pretty tall." You responded but sort of thought out loud.

Suddenly the group fore mentioned kids showed up spouting stuff about putting his hands up and 'patting' him down. "You guys I don't have anything on me today." Leon played along with a slight smirk. As the kids took something from Leon's pocket and scurried off. "Be careful on the street!" To you this interaction seemed like something a bit genuine until you heard he smile in his voice.

"Hm so are you maybe a policeman?" This question from something the young bandits said when they 'robbed' him, calling him copper. "Yeah…you could stay that-" He laughed, taking off his hat handing it to you. Taking it and feeling it to see that he was telling the truth about the cop thing. "That's my credentials"

You laughed that the man in front of you, taking out your little book of things that held your address and cards. "Here are mine." You just hear the flipping of the book but him just mutter something about you coming a long way which made you hum in response.

“Do you need help getting home?” Leon asked, politely well as he tried to be. This made you laugh a bit. “I think I can make it but you could help me with something else?” You proposed.

A hum was heard from Leon realizing you can’t see his nod. “I’m look for the police station, you see i’m looking for a job.” This caught him a bit off guard since he knew they were not in need of anyone at the station but he could still take her.

“Yeah I can miss.” He smiled as he stuck out his elbow so you could place your hand there so he could guide you. And with that the two newly made acquaintances made their way to the station unknowing what was to come and what relation would develop.

- love always, kat

[deuxadeux-if]

heyyyyyyyy

hi omg. sorry i have been literally radio silent eeeerk. first and foremost thank all of you who messaged me to let me know about dashingdon shutting down. i haven’t logged in here in a hot minute, and it surprised me how many of you reached out. thank you :,)

bullet points on ray’s life:

graduated college! i now have a bachelor’s degree.

work is going fine! i am a full-time bartender. it’s fine, not a permanent fit for me probably but it’s okay for now.

i miss writing, but i don’t have much time to commit to it. i haven’t written anything in two (maybe even three?) months. this is partially because i’m trying to take a break to do other creative things, and partly because i love writing full-time. i’m not sure how to move forward writing in spare moments—the thought of doing that makes me a little sad. as such, i am avoiding it for the moment. lol.

my birthday is in a little less than 2 months. i will be 23! it is weird. i still feel like a teenager sometimes. sometimes even younger.

since i’m not writing at the moment, i spend my free time drawing, reading, and listening to albums. i also go on walks in the woods with my boyfriend when we’re both off work.

now about dashingdon. i thought about it quite a bit for the past week or two, and i don’t think i will be returning to deux à deux for the foreseeable future. i haven’t deleted any of my files, so it’s all there if i want to return to it at any point—but i think it will be a while before i even consider picking it back up again. a few reasons for this:

i need a much, much more concrete outline for the rest of the story, and as of right now, i don’t know what that would look like.

i don’t have much free time, and i have very little money. it feels best for me, at least right now, to fill my spare minutes with hobbies that are private to keep my sanity intact lol.

i want to spend 2025 thinking about writing more than actually writing. i have done a lot of speed-writing, just putting words to the page and blazing through—it feels like a good time to practice other skills. like sitting…thinking…stewing. i think this will help in the long run.

deux à deux needs to be consolidated. i think there only need to be 4 love interests, max, and i need to solidify exactly what parts of MC are set in stone (personality? gender? age? etc.)*

this is embarrassing but it’s fine. i need a better backbone when it comes to making stuff. i tend to accept all critique as essential. this is one way to go about creating things, but i don’t think it’s how i want to. i would prefer to make stuff that i just like, exactly how i want to make it. whatever response it garners is just how it is. i need to cultivate that vibe before putting deux à deux out there again.

*i doubt i would ever make MC genderlocked for deux à deux, though. not really my vibe.

so! since i’m not going to be writing deux à deux for i-don’t-know-how-long, i will not be transferring it over to the other site (i forget what it’s called) that is replacing dashingdon. i’m sorry if this is horrible news—i was pretty committed, initially, to writing all of deux à deux within the year once i started. then i graduated college and realized that (unfortunately) money was real and i had literally none of it and no real income. so, for now, real work it is—writing will happen when it’s a good time, but i’m not rushing it.

sorry again for the unfortunate update, but i figured it would be better to be straightforward. thanks again to all of you who reached out, it was really sweet to see all of your messages :,)

hope to see you all again soon.

— ray

[megamindsupremacy]

-Wow, this family thing is going great! It sure is nice Having a Family, Annabeth thinks. I should call my other dad who I adopted by force and see what he's been up to, because this whole Family Thing is really swell. I sure hope normal things are happening on the Chase side of my family!

-Fredrick then immediately calls Annabeth because Randolph has been calling him freaking out about how he lost Magnus (totally not Randolph's fault, very complicated circumstances) but Magnus is turning sixteen in a few days and we Gotta Get Him Soon Now Come To Boston

-Fredrick, now aware of the godly weirdness happening in the world, has a feeling this is also some Godly Weirdness and so contacts his adoptive daughter who is constantly ass deep in this sort of stuff to see if she can help. Also, he knows Annabeth has been trying to reconnect with her bio dad's side of the family and she might also be interested in reconnecting with Magnus if possible.

-I gotta go to Boston, Annabeth says to Percy, but it will only be for one week, and so far the plotlines haven't really crossed over chronologically, so that's probably the only strange thing that's going to happen at this exact moment, right? okay, bye

-I sure hope no god-turned-mortal falls out of the sky and needs my help during this less than a week you'll be gone, percy agrees, because that definitely would be weird. okay, love you, have a good time tracking down your probably demigodly cousin in boston

-so Annabeth meets up with Frederick in Boston and the two of them go find Randolph who is LOSING HIS MIND in so many different directions right now. His nephew who he kicked out onto the streets is missing for some definitely unrelated reason. His brother who he hasn't seen in years is here (to be fair, Randolph told him to come). That random fucking kid his sister adopted who got her killed is ALSO here. The kid and his brother are calling each other family. The kid has a bone sword and wants to know where her cousin is and why the fuck he's out on the streets instead of living with him. etc.

-Do y'all remember that one scene in Sword of Summer where Magnus is lying in a ditch (?) when Annabeth and Frederick walk by discussing plot-relevant information (randolph called us to boston to help track down magnus! his sixteenth birthday is super important! man, we really need to find him soon!) where he can hear it? Imagine his confusion in canon, plus the fact that he thought Annabeth was dead for YEARS along with his mom, plus he later learned Annabeth isn't related to him at all and his mom just kinda claimed some random kid as her own. Plus Annabeth allegedly isn't Frederick's daughter, but here she is. with frederick. who is aware of her existence and treating her like his daughter

-so obviously Magnus, like in canon, does Not try to go talk to them, because he's dealing with a lot as well, what with Hearth and Blitz acting weird af already and Randolph apparently trying to track him down after kicking him out then ignoring him for years

-Again, plot things happen like they did in canon. Magnus gets randolph-kidnapped. He falls off a bridge. He dies. Etc.

-Annabeth has exactly one day to flip her entire shit and scream/cry/have a crisis about Magnus dying, how it could have been prevented, whose fault it is, the fact that her cousin that she remembers fondly is dead before they had a chance to reconnect, the fact that she is now helping plan a funeral, the fact that it was definitely some weird fucking giant who killed him and now she has to be on alert for another godly threat. etc. crashing out, if you will.

-then she walks into the funeral home and sees Magnus standing over his own dead body, looking decidedly alive, and she goes "ohhhh okay yeah this is a His Problem sort of thing. not Greek. not my problem. okay cool". She and Magnus obviously want to talk because there's.... a lot that's they need to talk about, but again Magnus has his own problems going on and they need to be addressed immediately so she just gives him her number and tells him to talk to her as soon as he's done with his quest.

-hey annabeth, Percy says in an iris message like twenty minutes later. you won't believe this but a god-turned-mortal fell out of the sky and needed my help while you were gone. crazy shit ik. anyways i crashed the car into a tree and got attacked by a peach demon but otherwise we're all good here in new yawk city, how are you doing

-doing great, annabeth says, because technically she is doing great now, crashout notwithstanding. magnus died but i guess he got better, also we were right he's Definitely a demigod of some sort and now the poor fuck has to go on a quest. i'll stay in boston until his whatever is done with. okay, love you, hope nothing else interesting happens in the meantime. bye!

Has anyone else been insane about the Annabeth Chase Is Bruce Wayne's Daughter AU? Does anyone else even know about it? Hello? Is anyone out there? Hello?

[imagineweasley]

Love You More Than Chocolate Frogs!

fred x reader fluff you're absolutely killing yourself studying for the NEWTs and your boyfriend decides to give you a little surprise one night.

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y/n: your name y/h: your house

I dragged my feet along the stone floor of the halls. I couldn't seem to lift my feet off the ground, my body felt so heavy.

It had been days since I got more than three hours of sleep. I had locked myself in the library every chance I could get, as the NEWTs were only a week away and even though I was 99% sure I was ready, my brain would not let me rest. Between classes, between meals, until the sky was black and even the crickets had gone to bed. It had gotten to a point where Fred and my friends were sneaking me food in the library because I was forgetting that my body needs to eat. Just yesterday, Fred had been kicked out of the library for bringing me a duffel bag of food from the Great Hall. He had loudly dragged the bag in, stinking of ham, stew, cheese, bread, and cakes, and immediately, the librarian was blocking his path, hands on her hips and feet tapping on the ground.

"Y/n! Catch!" He chucked a muffin in my direction and pranced out as the librarian glowered at him. I stifled a giggle as the students around me snickered.

Fred and I had been dating for about a year now. We had been friends since our first year, when he and George were first experimenting with their godforsaken pranks. A month into arriving at Hogwarts, I walked into the Great Hall absolutely ravenous. I'd just been demolished in flying class because for SOME REASON my broom had decided to be an asshole and whack me in the side of the head. Madame Hooch had been impressed by the responsiveness of my broom but had suggested... maybe go to the infirmary to get the growing bump checked out.

So of course, I hadn't. I was starving and my superiority complex told me that I'd be fine. I sat down at the y/h table and not even two seconds into my mashed potatoes, I felt something dense crash into my head, right where the broom had hit me.

"What in the-" I clutched my bump as a muffin bounced off my head onto the ground and whirled around to see who the hell had concussed me. That's when my eyes met Fred's for the first time.

You know how in movies, the main character has a meet-cute with the love of their life? He accidentally knocks the stuff she's carrying out of her hands and when they bend down to pick it up, they look up and their eyes meet. Suddenly, there's a surge of music, fireworks all around, heart eyes.

Well, that's not what happened here.

I think maybe it would have, except now there was a shooting pain in my forehead and I was busy glaring at this redheaded idiot.

"Oops I was trying to get that on your plate! I'm sorry!" Fred was covering his mouth shrinking into George, who was bent over behind Fred trying to stifle his laughter.

"Stay away from my plate!" I threw the muffin back at him, hitting him in the chest.

"Wait-" Fred pointed at the angry welt on my forehead, "Uhh that doesn't look great."

"I'm fine and I'm hungry so no thank you." I huffed and turned back to my plate, but the sudden movement made my forehead prickle. I stared at my potatoes and suddenly I felt a bit nauseous.

"You know what..." I stumbled off my bench and Fred materialized next to me, holding me up.

"Come on, let's go." He placed my arm around his shoulders but my pride kicked in.

"Let go! I'll do it myself!" Clearly I was still annoyed about the muffin but Fred held onto my arm and I had no choice but to lean heavily on him. He took me to the infirmary, and for the next few days, I would wake up to a muffin outside my bedroom door.

So I guess that was the beginning of our friendship

We were just best friends for 6 years, me, Fred, and George, until last summer, I went to for my yearly visit to the Weasleys'. Mrs. Weasley flitted around me the whole week, shoving plates of food in my hands, covering me in blankets at night, and fawning over how she didn't know how Fred and George found a friend like me to put up with them.

One day, Fred and I were alone in the kitchen washing the dishes in comfortable silence. I was scraping off a chunk of goo from a plate and grimacing when he gently took it out of my hand.

"You're such a wimp." He said, smirking at me. I rolled my eyes but smiled, secretly grateful. We fell back into silence until I got distracted by the warm light coming in through the window, and turned to lean against the counter to watch the sun go down. Then he spoke up from behind me.

"Y/n," he cleared his throat nervously, "I have something... something that I've been - I've been needing to tell you."

His nervous tone made me turn around to face him. "What's wrong?"

His eyes were to the ground and he was shuffling his feet, his fingers playing with the dish towel. I had never seen him like this, not in the six years we had been best friends. I instinctively put my hand on his hand to quiet it and he stopped fidgeting for a bit. The tension was making my stomach curl but I waited patiently for him to speak.

He opened his mouth and suddenly vomited words out, "LatelyI'vebeenwantingtotellyousomethingandIhaven'tknownhowtotellyouandGeorgesaidIneededtotellyoubecauseIwasannoyinghimandGinnysaidthesamethingthatIneededtotalktoyoubecauseIwoudln'tshutupandsheneededmetopleaseshutthefuckupaboutitandIthinkIloveyou."

I froze. Was he really telling me what I thought he was telling me? He stared at the ground while I stared at him, frozen to the ground, trying to process what he just said. My heart fluttered and my face flushed. Of course throughout the years there had been a crush here and there, but I had pushed it away by the thought that no - we were just really close and I was confusing feelings, and besides, I didn't want to risk the friendship of our trio.

But right now, my face was warm and I felt something bubbling up in me. It was like my chest had suddenly opened up and I could breathe for the first time, something had been released in me that I'd been caging for a long time.

"Fred..." He glanced away from me and started to take a tiny step backwards but I held his hand harder so he couldn't get away. When I gripped his hand, he raised his eyes a bit to look at me through his lashes and I took my chance. My hand moved up his arm to cup his cheek. Now he was the one who was frozen. My other arm found its way around his shoulders and I found myself falling, falling into his lips, finally, finally. He was frozen for a second still, and then his arms came around my waist, hugging me tight as he kissed me back. He ran his hand through my hair, bringing me deeper into the kiss.

And that was that. We'd been even more inseparable since, if that was even possible.

Now back to present day. I pulled myself out of reminiscing as I reached the door to the y/h dorms. I leaned against the heavy door, pushing it wide open, eyes half closed. I was just about to drag my feet up the stairs when I heard someone clearing their throat behind me. Fred!

I whipped around with a smile, and my mouth fell open at the sight in front of me. In the common room, a soft blanket on the ground, fireplace crackling, a huge pitcher of wine, a feast spread out in front of me. And on the empty plate waiting for me, a small note. Most importantly, my boyfriend sitting behind all of it, beaming at me.

"What are you doing! It's-" I checked my watch, "- it's nearly 4 am!"

"Don't worry, I chugged some coffee. Surprise!"

With a sudden burst of energy, I flew to him, into his waiting arms. He hugged me close to his chest and said, "I just thought you needed Something to take your mind off of studying for a while. You're killing yourself and not even eating and the stupid librarian won't even let me feed you!" I giggled at this and craned my neck up to look at him. "Why are you so sweet to me?"

"Well I don't know if I'm being sweet or just keeping you alive."

I laughed, smacking his chest, and he jokingly yelped. He took my hand softly in his, led me to sit down on the blanket, and took his own seat next to me. I picked up the note that was lying on my plate and opened it, and read, I love you more than all the chocolate frogs in the world. Our own little sappy thing we whisper to each other. Suddenly, tears pricked in my eyes and Fred noticed right away. He leaned in, concerned, and placed his hand on my knee.

"Y/n?"

I shook my head and laughing at myself, leaned into his chest again. "I don't know what I did to deserve you." I wiped my tears and he laughed, kissing the top of my head.

"Every time I lay my eyes on you, it's like for the first time, in the Great Hall our first year. I wonder what I did in a past life for the universe to bring me someone like you." More tears.

He gazed into my eyes, gently wiping tears away before kissing me. "Now eat!"

[vidavalor]

Poor Crowley, he's gonna have to spend Valentine's Day without Aziraphale again....

Well, first off? Poor Aziraphale, too! Crowley isn't the only one with The Sads after 2.06, yeah? And, anyway, listen... there's something you should know about Valentine's Day...

It's really all Aziraphale's demonic work.

You see, back in the godawful 14th century, Crowley was depressed and Hell was getting kind of demanding with the demonic quotas. He'd already taken credit for a whole bunch of the awful stuff the humans had come up with but he fell asleep for a few weeks and got behind. He woke up to Aziraphale, who had snuck over, and who listened to Crowley go on about how tired he was. The angel decided to come up with something for Crowley to give him a break.

There had been a vague holiday kicking around for a few centuries already, if not really about romance, and Aziraphale decided a holiday that celebrated love could, in perfect Crowley form, be spun to Hell as a successful demonic assignment.

The symbol of the holiday would be Cupid, of course-- Aziraphale impishly aligning the classical mythology god of love and desire with his own, immortal and very romantic love who is basically Cupid with his penchant for pairing up humans.

Aziraphale was very proud of this because, really, it is quite demonically brilliant. A holiday that purports to be about worship of a saint but which humans are encouraged to treat more as about worldly love? Hell ate that up. A day that could lead to stress for those who decided to value it but is really objectively pretty harmless and can even be fun for those who don't take it too seriously? Most Crowley-esque demonic project ever.

Aziraphale was very, very proud of it and Crowley also found it impressive-- if the Cupid bit a little blush-inducing. He gave "his" Special Commendation from Hell for it to his angel. Aziraphale keeps it attached to the inside lid of the, erm... tackle box... in the bedroom closet.

It was all great until the next February 14th...

...when they both remembered that they're immortal lovers and they're going to have to worry about Valentine's Day every. single. year... even if they manage to avoid Armageddon? Valentine's Day will still exist and follow them around for...

Aziraphale was in the bank last year talking to the lady who runs the yarn shop on Whickber Street, who was saying she didn't know what to do about it all anymore, as she'd been with her wife for going on thirty-six years now!

Aziraphale had hummed and nodded empathetically while thinking:

Try just shy of two thousand years...

Mah point is that if they miss one, it's fine. They'll have many, many, many more...

They're both already so romantic anyway that it's not much different a day from a typical Tuesday. 😉💘

[arcane-ish]

I don't think it's really specific to the Arcane fandom or even has much to do with the text and content or Arcane.

If you look at the AO3 Ship Stats of any year it's incredibly dude focused. It's 70% m/m and 5% f/f (11% M/F)

M/M just outperforms F/F very consistently in fandom spaces. Once Arcane got a mainstream viable M/M ship (read: two conventionally appealing dudes) it was just a question of time till they would body F/F. Especially since Viktor was already a blorbo type fave in season 1 already.

I think even if CaitVi has been written perfectly it would have been a challenge.

Or are you thinking more about like pop culture think pieces or analysis videos?

Maybe there's also other factors. Maybe it does matter that they were flawed in a way that does annoy the mostly leftist fandom spaces. And rightist spaces probably don't know what to with them either (whether to rage because lesbian or praise because nerd stuff or because some leftists are complaining)

There's also that it's a closed canon now (so removed speculating or partitioning what the next season should bring). And then that they actually did get their happy ending and support from the writers.

Because injustice drives engagement too. "why so and so should have been together", "10 couples that got robbed".

You can milk some content out of perfect couples, you can milk some out of couples that were robbed, and on unfinished ones that have potential. CaitVi might just be in an odd spot there.

I don't know if within the already smaller space of lesbian couples if they score well on top of all times or top that make us weep for the missed potential.

I think some genuine pros and cons, strength and weaknesses analysis would be more interesting than just attack and defense but then again I'm not primary shippers.

(of course I'm also weird and think some genuine real conversation on copaganda versus the lesbian tradition ie Cagney and Lacey, Rizzoli and Isles, AO, Sanvers to CaitVi would be super interesting)

I don’t think we talk enough about the erasure of lesbians in fandoms. Especially. In arcane. I will admit I don’t talk abojt Vi and Caitlyn a ton. They’re lovely and great but they just don’t get the same traction as viktor and Jayce who by definition aren’t even canon in the show?? Yes it is believed throigh subtle hints that theh are in love. I agree. Theh are and were in love. BUT with that being said I’ve BARELY seen any caitvi outside of this platform and I’m sick of it. THEH LKTERALLT HAD SEX. And I feel like it’s ofd that we ignore such an important moment for lesbians on the show. For years I have watched lesbian sex scenes between two women be one who’s turned into a male stereotype when their not even a man and the other who is for some reason this inexperienced pure virgin, the cishet of it all somehow leaks throigh into our media. And for the first time I’ve seen in a verg. Very long time. I watched two women kiss and love one another without this cishet expectations and no one’s talking about it and it’s makinf me insane!!!

[fangdokja]

I recently got a wholesome comment for my Yandere! Author story, and I wanted to share my reply with you guys because of the substance in the comment. Very casual for me, but it still has lessons and substance you can pick up. I edited it out the pleasantries and causal talking from the original reply. But I wanted to share my key takeaways as an author and human being. No worries, I didn't edit away the content itself.

WARNING: May contain controversial content and opinions that may offend you. But, this is how I write my content. Something that I will NEVER change nor compromise, because this concerns my own morals as a human and author.

1. Well, actually my weakest genres are romance and erotica. It's why I'm practicing it right now. I specialize in the psychological genre, includes both horror and thriller.

And, I genuinely enjoy writing gore of any kind. I've written a lot of it over the years, and I enjoy it. It's relaxing for me to do. Writing gore is a past time for me, so it makes sense that I've got all kinds of ideas. And, it's a hobby of mine to consume true crime content, so a lot of my gore ideas come from that. I just make things more creative and such lol haha.

2. Also, I'm glad you got disturbed :)). When I write, I make sure to trigger the emotions of Readers, whatever the emotion that I'm targeting would be. Disgust, affection, laughter, despair, etc.

Whatever it may be, I write to impact Readers. It's one of the reasons why I despise braindead writing, like most mindless smut stories.

To me, it's a degradation of the art.

When you write brainless content for traction, it's not only encouraging pornography; but also actively discouraging people to think for themselves, it's turning brains into mush.

People use it to relax and such, but for me, it's wasted talent.

There's more to writing than simply pleasing your audience, or satisfying base desires and emotions. When I write, I write for lasting impact. Because it's meant to make people think and ponder deeply about their morals, their lives, thoughts, and such. This is how I operate when writing anything.

3. When I write "true yanderes", actual horror and psychological genres, I NEVER hold back. I myself have been starved for content for YEARS.

I agree people hold back because of a number of factors, whether it's censorship, lack of guts, or wanting to coddle readers.

To me, there are a lot of stories like that already. I personally write for God and my husband, then myself. So I honestly don't prioritize the comfort or mere feelings of readers.

Which probably explains why I have this mindset of creation and freedom, aside from simply being hungry for actual black flag yandere content. Like seriously.

Note: Actually I wrote another good black flag on a similar level to Yandere! Author. He's Yandere! Russian! Mafia Boss, if you haven't read it. These two yanderes are part of my "Unhinged Yanderes" collection so far. There's a third one, but those are major spoilers so lol.

Yandere! Russian! Mafia Boss

♡ Main Story. 🔞"I trusted you, wife, and now I'll teach you what betrayal feels like."

Headcanons 1 : The Bride of Blood (General)

To him, you're perfect. To you, he's just a mission.

🔞"I don't need your love, I need your submission."

4. Anyways, haha. I'm not one to comfort Readers in actual horror. It's called "horror" for a reason. Those in my 'Unhinged Yanderes" collection are my favorites to write tbh. I really like writing actual horror yanderes lol.

If they disturb or frighten Readers, well, good. It's supposed to be like that. And I enjoy writing these yanderes most. Literally yanderes I've wanted to read about but NEVER found. It's always censored or bait stuff, or other reasons. So literally no food. I have to cook for myself.

5. I also agree with your points. Usually when explaining characters, the yanderes still want love and affection returned from the darling.

The difference with my Unhinged (and actually most of my actual true yandere characters) Yanderes? Simple. They're so confident in themselves that they don't need the VALIDATION from the darling.

So what if you don't love him back? He doesn't care.

It's about absolute possession and domination. Those are one of the major differences.

These Yanderes don't crave validation as much as other yanderes, written by others. This isn't just about being yandere, it's about their core personalities as individuals. Confidence in oneself.

7. As for authors and artists, usually they hold back because they have restrictions. Whether it be their social platforms and financial concerns, personal fears and morals (or biases, etc.), or just a general drawing of the line that they won't cross.

Too bad I don't have those wahaha. To me, what's most important is not the money, traction, success, etc. It's about the "art" itself.

I refuse to compromise the art itself in favor of catering to other people's wants, or wanting to earn from my work.

These are my personal values though. But I do understand that everyone else has their own reasons.

8. I agree with that quote too. For me, true art is about creation.

To create something you both love and have fun in it without holding yourself back. Because when you're most comfortable, you can create anything you desire and want.

As for Readers, well, they will find you. It's best to focus on your passion for the art; because in the end, that's what will drive you. Especially when the silence is there, when you're feeling like giving up, when you have no motivation, etc.

It's the internal drive, that passion and love for the art of creation itself.

9. Sex without horror and plot especially is boring. I want my writing to be impactful. Others may have different motivations for writing. But, for me? I want it to leave a lasting impact on Readers.

Otherwise, what's the point. You're basically mass producing content without even thinking about the well-being of Readers.

What of their emotional, mental, spiritual, and even physical states? They can't keep consuming content passively like fast food. It's unhealthy.

To me, as writers, it's also a responsibility of ours to leave impact on Readers. For me, whether I'm writing dark humor or erotic horror, it's about making Readers THINK. To contemplate, to ponder, and to appreciate art beyond the surface level.

Ok, now a message for my fellow readers:

Hope this message makes sense, and is understandable for all of you. Why did I post this? Simple. I know we all learn from each other.

Me, as a writer, even if it's simple liking or even lurking about. Admittedly, I do psychoanalyze a lot. I'm a huge thinker. 24/7 actually. It's also why I overthink a lot like crazy. My mind is rarely in rest mode, it's always working. And I tend to analyze everything from all perspectives, it's both a blessing and hassle at times. My brain is basically on hyperdrive almost all the time.

Anyways, I said this because I also analyze you, Readers. Yes, even if you are silent. Not to be intrusive, I won't share anything uncomfortable. But it's just me observing people's silent reactions, behaviors, and the like. Beyond what I can see and hear. Every action tells something about someone, and as a writer I'm always seeking ways to make new content, so it really does happen.

I rambled, but basically I'm just saying, I learn from all of you as well. You don't have to speak out for me to learn something about you, or gain insight or improve my general skills. Hm, I guess it does sound intrusive, but I don't mean to make any of you uncomfortable.

I just think. A LOT. I won't say such thoughts though if it makes people uncomfy so don't worry.

Anyways, I wanted to share all of this; because I believe whether you're a Reader, Author, or even future Writer. We can all learn from each other. I share my thoughts not to seem like some higher, arrogant being or something. It's simply because I want all of you to improve not just as Readers, but people as well. Human beings, individuals with their own thoughts, passions, personalities, and various stories to tell.

Honestly, I don't handle social interactions well, I'm not extroverted at all. I can work, do business, socialize. But I tend to offend people unknowingly because of the way I say my thoughts honestly. No malice or anything, it's simply stating my opinions or actual facts.

I can't prevent offense, but if I did offend. I apologize. But, the main point of me posting this is to share both insight and tips on how I'm able to write such realistic and relatable stories across several usually-clashing genres. It's not just about skills and talents.

It's about who you are as a person. Cliche? Yes.

But, that's reality. What you read and write speaks about yourself, it shapes both your thinking and readers involved. It's why I have never once written something braindead. Because I trust readers that they have the intelligence enough to grasp complexity. And even if they do have trouble, I want people to actually think and exercise their brains.

I refuse to be part of a system meant to slowly erode one's sense of self. I don't really want to philosophize or something, but braindead content honestly makes me sick. Why? Simply because I heavily dislike the idea of degrading the minds of others. Whether anyone realizes it's happening or not.

You're basically not caring for what happens to the well-being of your audience. Or. You're acting like a blind guide for blind people. I literally write dark content; because in actuality, it's healing for a lot of people, including me.

My stand as an author? It's about creating art meant to impact people long-term.

Hm, I don't know if I explained this well, probably offended people again. But, regardless, I'm always open to sharing how I write my stories especially since some of you are writers as well.

Remember, it's not just in writing, but you always have to ask yourself.

What do you want to do? Why are you doing this? How will this impact you and others?

It always starts with yourself first. Without a proper foundation for anything, you're essentially setting yourself up for failure. We don't want that. I don't want that for you.

Always build your foundation on a sturdy rock. So when the waves come crashing, you won't collapse like a sandcastle.

I rambled, but I guess it's because it did make me kind of sad seeing several creators get discouraged because of hate mail, personal hardships, etc.

Admittedly, I don't network or talk to anyone really. I do enough of that in real life. But, I know simply saying things will get better or some bull, things like that aren't enough.

For me, only answer is Jesus. No one will ever satisfy you or help you the way Jesus can. That's the truth. And that's a truth that will remain absolute.

Well, regardless, if you read this, thank you. And even if you didn't, thank you to all of you for being so patient, kind, and supportive with me. I cannot express my gratitude enough.

And, I hope all of you, whatever you may be going through, well just know, "In this world, hearts will still break, bones will still break, but in the end, the light will overcome darkness." --- The Chosen Series.

I like that quote a lot. I'm still debating on sharing part of my testimony as a Christian, but pondering on it. It's a sensitive topic and it does expose me a lot, but if it will help anyone. Well, I won't mind at all.

Please do continue to enjoy our library, and take care of yourself. :))

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♡ Book 1. A Heart Devoured (AHD): A Dark Yandere Anthology ♡ Book 2. Forbidden Fruits (FF): Intimate Obsessions, Unhinged Desires. ♡ Book 3. World Ablaze (WA) : For You, I'd Burn the World. ♡ Book 4. Whispers in the Dark (WITD): Subtle Devotion, Lingering Shadows. ♡ Book 5 [you are here]. Ink & Insight (I&I): From Dead Dove to Daydreams. ♡ Library MASTERPOST 1. The Librarian’s Ledger: A Map to The Library of Forbidden Texts.

♡ Disclaimer. Not all stories are included in the masterpost due to Tumblr’s link limitations. However, most long-form stories can be found here. If you're searching for a specific yandere or theme, this guide will help you navigate The Library of Forbidden Texts. Proceed with caution—these tales explore obsession, madness, and devotion in their rawest forms.