#but I guess they were doing some sort of special today? It was hard because they did not speak much english

[ratcandy]

ok i'll shut up soon to go to bed but i had boba milk tea for the first time ever today and man they were not kidding that tastes nothing like tea but tastes a fuckton like milk

[aphroditesmoon]

wish you'd ask me

clarisse la rue x fem!demigod!reader

summary: you're not good at reading subtle hints, clarisse realises that maybe she should've been more upfront with her feelings for you.

warnings: fluff, oblivious!reader, clarisse is down bad, reader is very neurodivergent coded, kissing, flirting, title n fic inspired by 'Wish You'd Ask Me' by Matt Maltese.

A/N: thank you for 1.9k followers!! I love you all dearly, my ask box and dms r always open, im glad that my writing is being enjoyed by so many people<3

wc: 4.5k

You have been in camp half blood for more than 4 years. You have made yourself at home for the last several years. 

It was easy to view yourself as lesser or inadequate in comparison to other mortals during your days in the real world before you were sent to camp. The world has never failed to remind you of how different you were. Always too much or not good enough, always special and never normal

And it wasn't like you were dying for some sort of diagnosis to justify why you are the way you are, but upon discovering that you were actually a demigod, it felt like all the questions you've been harboring to yourself was finally answering themselves. 

Everything clicked. Everything made sense, though at the same time, it felt impossible. You were a very confused little girl when you first arrived at camp. A girl who just wanted someone to tell them that it'll all be alright in the end.

And you still remembered the first person to hold you by your shoulders and made you look into their eyes as they told you that it was all going to be okay.

The girl with beautiful long curls and dark piercing eyes. The girl that everyone else, apparently, was afraid of.

But you could never be afraid of Clarisse La Rue. 

Not with the way she smiles when every time she sees you, the way she never fails to make you feel included even in activities you're not capable of participating in. Not with the way your whole body electrifies every time your skin touches, when your hands brush against each other. 

It didn't matter what anyone think, because no one could change the perception you've built of her. Clarisse La Rue is good. Or at least she is to you.

When you first heard of the rumours surrounding her, you did think better than to force a friendship on her. You strayed away from her and stuck to your cabin siblings and your books, but you noticed daily how she'd still go out of her way to talk to you at least once a day.

It didn't need to be a long conversation, just a passing acknowledgement. An easygoing 'hey, how've you been doing.' Sometimes she'd even go as far as cracking a joke with you.

With how serious her face is whenever she make the jokes, you'd have to think twice as hard and thrice as faster than another person to try and guess if she was being genuine or not so you could fit in a necessary laugh when you needed to.

Even as her anger became more apparent because of the new kid's accidental climb to fame and embarrassing the Ares' cabin, she still found time to make a conversation with you.

It had been long since you tried to ignore or avoid her. You learned that her attention towards you is harmless, and that she seemed much more comfortable telling you certain things compared to others. If she has been viewing you as some sort of safe box, then you don't really mind it. You liked listening to her talk and keeping her heart's intent as your secret.

You too, talking to her. To some people, you are reserved,  

and to others, talkative. Either way, people find it easy to discard you at any moment they decide you are irritating.

But Clarisse listens. And she asks questions, she's patient- much patient that anyone could anticipate or guess. 

It may be hard for others to believe, but Clarisse is more complex than she seems. She had the capacity to be gentle, and she had the capacity to respect boundaries. The more time you spent with her, the more that side becomes easy for you to access.

Today, however,  marks a new record for your friendship with her. A few weeks ago, she had informed you of her newfound interest in the history of folklore monsters. What a coincidence that you were currently self-studying on that specific topic.

She insisted that you hook her in on whatever it is you're learning. She had even gotten you a doughnut to eat together outside the library as you told her of your insights of dragons and their theorized blindness and incapability to differentiate a variety of prey.

The conversation went well, she seemed immensely in awe of your knowledge and had no problem telling you how she felt. 

You even gave her some book recommendations, though you knew she wasn't much of a reader.

You felt a shift in your relationship that night and had spent the next three days studying more and more about the topic. And today, you had asked her to spend the evening with you. 

You shouldn't feel so nervous asking her to hang out. That is what friends do, after all.

She found you in the library, sitting on the floor in between two large bookshelves. She had been right on time and enthusiastically so. The two of you sat together, hidden by the shelves as some semblance of privacy. 

Clarisse looked confused when you had explained that you indeed wanted to spend the rest of the day in the library, but she accompanied you anyways.

You could never get sick of the smell of the books. Old and new, they all have some nostalgic past tied in between the pages, begging to be discovered. 

You had your back on the walls with tinted windows above your head as she's seated opposite of you in a criss-crossed position.

Today, the library isn't as packed as usual. There were still people walking in and out and checking out the books on the counter, but not too many that it became obnoxiously loud and annoying. 

After finishing another book of Monsters and how to spot them, you're feeling knowledgeable enough to explain the lore of the Giants to Clarisse, she had asked you about this the other day, giants have been long extinct to the point that some might even say they may have never even existed. And so you were interested in sharing with her all of the information you have learned about the majestic species of a beast.

You started with the general information. The basic understanding of what a Giant is the mythhs of Giants and the validity of those sources. Clarisse listened closely in the beginning, never interrupting you unless she had an actual question.

She seemed in awe of the stories you tell her of. You don't blame her, for you yourself have been most interested in the topic of Giants.

You were an hour an a half in when noticed her attention faltering. She leaned against the cases of books, her eyes twitched slightly when you began to explain the different types of giants, and the difference of how they operate.

Her hands are folded together on her lap, and you can feel her listening in on everything you're telling her as she adds in some commentary here and there, but you also felt that she wasn't entirely in on the conversation.

The dim lights of the library made the atmosphere feel warm and secluded, even with its vast space and many other campers hanging around in the other tables and shelves. You made sure to keep your voice low as you spoke in fear of the librarian kicking you out. 

You had a good reputation with the library workers, they liked how organized and polite you were. 

"A lot of people think their greatest strength is their size, which is valid, they are huge, but their real weapon is their mouth." You told Clarisse, ignoring the litter of books by your left that you had brought over for reference.

"They kiss you to death?" She asks suspiciously. You laughed shortly and shook your head. "No, I mean their breath."

She responds with an 'ohh.' 

"They're giants, so their mouth is large too, and you can easily tell what they had for breakfast even from their tall height. Their breaths are also known to be so rancid it could kill you, because they don't exactly eat what we eat." 

She raises a brow as she stretches her hands upwards. "Isn't that ogres?" 

"It's both." You confirmed.

You were about to continue your explanation but halted by instinct as you notice how her mouth keeps pursing together as if unsatisfied, and she has that look on her face that mimicked a confused expression. You're don't think there's anything to be confused of.

"Are you okay?" You asked her worriedly. Clarisse sits up straighter at the question and waved a hand off to assure you she's fine. "Of course, no yeah- I'm fine."

"You seem bored, you're not really interested in what I'm saying are you?” She opens her mouth to counter your words but hesitates to say anything. 

"I- well, I like giants-" She attempts, "-no you don't. " 

"No. I don't." She admits with a sigh. "But I thought you said you were interested in these kind of stuff?" You questioned her. "Well, yeah, like the general idea of it. I mean, I don't hate it, and I like hearing you talk about it." She answers with a shrug.

"Then why do you look disappointed? If you didn't want to come, you could've just told me. I wouldn't get mad." You told her honestly. It was conflicting for you to see her so confused on what to say, being so picky with the words she chooses.

You figured she's probably reluctant to hurt your feelings. That is a notion you're used to. You'd rather she tell you the truth to your face than to be catered around like a time ticking bomb that everyone's so afraid might explode at any time. 

"When you asked me out yesterday, you told me this would be an 'evening to remember." She tells you with such confidence like it was an explanation to her weird behaviour today.

"You don't think this is an evening to remember?" You sincerely inquire.

"No, I do! I just- well, when you said that I didn't think you'd mean we'd be doing this." Your frown deepens as you try to figure out what she means, eyeing her body language closely. “What do you mean? I told you I wanted to hang out.” 

A part of you is offended. She was the one who had said she liked hearing you speak, why would she be disappointed that this was your idea of spending time together?

"I don't know, I thought we'd just be doing...something else?"

It didn't matter what she had really meant with that. You felt completely embarrassed once she finished her sentence. Why was it that everyone else had no problem having long conversations with their friends, but when it came to you, it's all too awkward, unnecessary, and odd? 

You liked Clarisse, you considered her your friend. Sometimes you wonder if it could ever be more, but you never entertain those thoughts because you don't want to ruin what the two of you already have. 

But moments like these resemble a huge slap in the face by the universe.

You couldn't even be good friends with her, how ridiculous of you to think that there could ever be something more.

"Okay, um, maybe we should just go back to our cabin." You decided whilst standing up and picking up the stack of books you're currently borrowing from the library, ready to leave the place without waiting for her.

"Hey, wait." She called out as you walked past her. You spared her a glance, trying your best not to show how upset you are.  “We're friends." She says it so much like a question that you weren't sure if she's even sure of the fact herself until she continued speaking. "I like hanging out with you."

Another thing that you weren't sure if she really meant. "Sure." You replied thinking it's the most suitable response. 

Before she could say anything else, you turned around and started picking up your pace until you disappeared out of her sight.

—

You have been consistently ignoring Clarisse. Which proved to be harder than expected.

When you pass by her camp or the training ground, you make a mental note to always look down or to your front as to never accidentally cross eyes with her.

And everytime you hear her call out your name, you keep walking like you didn't even hear her, knowing that she wouldn't be bold enough to call for you again. After all, she still had a reputation to uphold.

If ignoring her wasn't hard enough, having to deal with how you felt for her is worse.

You've been avoiding confrontation with yourself for weeks even before you decided to go no contact with her.

And so far, you thought you've been handling it pretty well. Except for days where you don't see her where she's expected to be. You tell yourself that you don't care as you make your way to training in the day and reading in the evening, and yet you still go back on your own words when you asked a passerby Ares kid on where his cabin leader was.

"She's dunking some kid's head into a toilet bowl." Of course she was.

You thanked the dude and went back on your way to your cabin. It's close to dusk, the sky is turning orange and the sun is dipping itself below the earth. You take your time returning to your cabin as you enjoy the way the sun slowly removes itself from anyone's viewing.

You wondered to yourself if things like these are what makes you weird or off-putting to some people.

Was enjoying nature and having niche interests only cute when it's done by girls pretty enough to be cool or if it's only in romance movies or books.

You don't find yourself weird, in fact you think all of your hobbies are pretty common and usual, and yet the way Clarisse had spoken to you at the library last week had made you feel unnatural.

You had wanted to do normal people things with her, but maybe your perception of normal is different to her.

Either way, you are pretty hurt with how she reacted. You loved her still, of course. It's kind of hard to unlike the girl you've been obsessed with since you were 15.

Once you finally reach your cabin, you quickly put down all of your books and your tiny sling back by the side before making it to the shower to refresh yourself before dinner.

You thought it hilarious of how hard you're trying not to care about Clarisse, and yet as you're cleaning yourself up, changing your clothes and attempting to read at least 15 pages of your World's Most Dangerous Beasts book, you could only think of her.

What would it take for her to think that you're cool, what kind of things did she want to do instead of listening to you yap around for 2 hours on what is an equivalent of a boring dinosaur facts, not that you really think dinosaurs are boring.

During dinner, you kept to siblings and had to make yourself finish your plate as your anxiety wrecking thoughts have a way of deriving you of an appetite. You also had to convince yourself to not search for her at the other tables which took more strength than one would expect.

But you succeeded, and you were now sure that the only obstacle left for the day was to try and fall asleep without the thoughts of her keeping you up.

Clarisse is a force, a fierce daughter of Ares, and a cabin leader who had much better things to do then hole up at quiet small places with you.

And just because she was nice enough to mantain a good relationship with you for 4 years, does not mean that you're worth her time. Or at least that's what you tell yourself.

That night, you managed to fall asleep after an hour of recalling Harpy facts in repetition. Counting sheeps had never worked on you, so you had to find something much more active to tire out your brain.

You dreamed of Clarisse with her hair down, holding your hand and pulling you closer so she could slip a flower on your ear.

And just as she's looking down at you, moving closer to do what it seemed like to kiss you, you awoke with a jolt, swearing under your breath as if you'd just gotten jumpscared by a ghost.

Someone's palms moved to shut your lips as you're met with a girl, hovering over you in the dark. Clarisse's dark eyes were recognizable, but it sent a shot of adrenaline through your body still.

"Shh." She whispered to your face, hand still keeping your mouth shut. "I'm going to remove my hands now." She whispered again. You nod in understanding and waited for her to pry her hand away from your face.

"What are you doing here?!" You exclaimed as quiet as possible as she helped you sit up.

"I'm sneaking you out." She answers with a wink. "It's 2 in the morning." You waved your hand around at the darkness and sleeping children. "3 in the morning, and yeah, I know. That's why it's called sneaking around." She corrects you with a grin so devilish that if you hadn't known her for a long time, you'd assume she's about to turn you into a new toilet bowl or dumpster boxing victim.

You sighed loudly and glared at her despite your fast beating heart. Her hand remained on top of yours until the minute becomes more awkward and she removes it as if she just remembered that she's been holding your hand.

Without explanation,  she climbed out of your bed and tiptoes to the open cabin door. You're still sitting up and looking at her with conflicted feelings.

Only after she turns back to you, cocking her head towards the entrance, do you give into her request and softly leave the comfort of your bed and trail after her.

"Where are we going?" You asked after her as she kept walking. Instead of responding, she asks you another question back, "Can you swim?"

"We're going swimming?" You watch her shrug in return from behind her and became even more distressed.

"So, is this your idea of having fun and hanging out then?" She laughs drily and slowed down so you could catch up. You walked fast enough until you're beside her and waited for her to talk. "You sound surprised, I would've thought that after 4 years of friendship, you'd know by now that I love doing things that includes active movements."

You did know that, it's a bit hard to not notice how much working out, training and running fuels her even more.

"And why are we doing it in the middle of the night?" The walk towards the lake by the back of the forest was short, considering that your cabin is the closest to the location.

You almost tripped and fell over a stick, but Clarisse was quick to scoop you back up by the back of your shirt. "Thanks." You mumbled to her. "And you haven't answered my question."

Clarisse pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it on the ground without caring of your presence. You, having more moral obligations than her, twisted your face to your left when she began to pull her trousers off. "Too many people in broad daylight." She tells you.

That is a valid reason, this lake is mostly known as a hook up spot, and true to it's cause, many dating campers have been caught together here during dawn or late evenings.

You braved yourself to turn towards her again slowly and realised that she had already hopped into the water. She had a sports bra on and a boxer.

And though you yourself had a tank top and shorts on, you contemplate the idea of suicide as a better choice than having to strip in front of her.

"Are you gonna get in, or are you just gonna gawk at me from there?" You were grateful for the dark being able to hide your flushed face from her, but deep down, you knew that she probably saw it anyways because of the shining bright moonlight.

"I can't swim." You told her.

"That's fine, the water's not very deep." You ransacked your brain for reasons to decline her offer, but at the same time, a small part of you yearned to take this risk that you've been so afraid of for gods knows whatever reason.

Clarisse is there, in the water and under the moonlight. You are only a few steps away from her. And like she said, the water isn't deep, only waist length. She stares back at you with a raised brow like she's challenging you to join her.

"Turn around first." You tell her. She smirked slightly before slowly spinning to the opposite direction. "You know I've seen you naked before right?"

"What?" You choked out, aghast. "Who do you think changed your clothes for you when you first got to camp." Oh, that.

Your shoulder relaxes as you realize she's talking about the first time you met. "That's was a long time ago." You noted. She hummed im agreement. "Yeah, we've both grown since."

You told her she could turn around once you're inside the water. Forgetting about the heighy difference between you two, the water was high enough to reach your chest, trying your best not to trip underwater the way you always do on dry ground, your hand instinctively reached outnfor her shoulder.

Clarisse held your forearm tightly and drew your closer to her until you're inches away from eachother.

You breathed in sharply and felt the need to fill in the awkward silence. "So, you...like swimming, huh?"

"Yes, evidently so." She answered. "Right right, can't sit still and all that." She actually chuckled at your sarcasm, making you proud of yourself.

"You know, even before I came to camp Half Blood, I use to be a pretty active person, running track, volleyball, sometimes swimming." Your eyes widened in curiosity. "Really?" She nodded.

"The counselor told my mom that I just had so many untapped energy, which I guess is a code for anger issues." Her grip on your forearm moves higher until her palm is over your shoulder.  "She told her that it'd be best for me to find a...healthy way, to channel that energy, and for my strong competitiveness. So I joined what I could, and that's how I spent most of my free time there. Besides, I never was that good academically. So, I ought to at least be good at something, right?"

"You are good." You blurted out. Your embarrassment faded away when you saw her smile. "You think so?"

"Yeah." You assured her. Her other hand had snaked around your waist without you noticing. Only when you moved slightly do you notice her holding you softly.

"The moon is really nice tonight, isn't it?" You said, trying to diffuse the tension. You pointed your finger up to the sky at the singular white orb.

She glanced up and let out a 'huh.'

"I like it when it's bright and whole like this, the moon in all of its glory. You don't even notice the starts around it when it's glowing like that." You could stare at the moom forever, even longer than the way you've been staring at the sun.

You believed in it the way children do with their birthday candle. To you, the moon has always been a symbol of hope or comfort for your future. Your fascination for it existed from when you were a child, the way it'd follow you from behind as you gazed upon it from the back of the car seat whilst your parent drove down the road.

The way it moved above you as you walked home from school, like one of the gods themselves watching over you.

"Nothing compares to the moon." You announced aloud, watching as the clouds around it began to gather over it. "Yeah, It's beautiful." You hear Clarisse speak.

As your head snapped back to her, you found that she had already been facing you.

"I like the moon...but not as much as I like you." She whispered loud enough for your ears only. Her face leans closer to yours, your noses brushing together. "Not as much as I like to hear your voice, when you tell me about your little harpy facts-"

"Oh, I haven't told you about the harpies yet." You cut her off. "I just finished that chapter this morning actually and-"

"-and, you can tell me about it after I'm done talking." You blushed and became silent, letting her speak.

Clarisse exhaled breathily, fanning your face with the subtle warm air. "I like doing things that friends do with you, but I don't want to be your friend anymore."

"Oh."

"I want to be more than friends." She elaborated.

"Oh." Oh.

You feel a sudden tightness in your chest, from anxiety or from butterflies is undecided. "You want to be best friends?" You joked, laughing nervously.

Clarisse snorted at your joke, but she was still grinning widely. "Best friends, If that's what you want to call it."

There was a moment of understanding shared between a second of shared gazes before her lips attached themselves to yours. An urgency, approval, meaning that can't be described by words.

Whatever gentleness there was inside of her before had vanished. Clarisse kissed you like a starved woman. Her lips craved yours like it'd be the last time she'll ever know how you taste like.

Your hands clasped on her shoulder and neck for support as she embraced you tighter to her body. You let her tongue slip into your mouth, meeting your own.

And as they danced together, inhaling all there is in your lips, every secret and every confession that have died on the tip ofnyour tongues, you are sure that no heaven nor hell could tear you open to see you back together like this.

You push her back abruptly, letting fresh air fill your empty lungs. "What's wrong?" Clarisse inquired worriedly.

"Last week." You sighed out, chest still heaving as your thoughts clicked together. "You thought I had asked you on a date, that's why you were disappointed."

She winced at the reminder, and for the first time in your life, you had been lucky enough to witness a flustered Clarisse.

"I'm right." Her silence confirmed. "Oh Clarisse, why didn't you just ask me?"

Huffing loudly, she rolls her eyes in irritation. "I thought I was obvious enough. "

Thinking back on it all, it did seem pretty obvious, but gods were you oblivious. The way you intepreted it all so wrongly.

"I've liked you for so long too." You admitted to her. Her scowl was gone at that, replaced by a teasing smile. "And what are you gonna do about it?" Her mouth returned to yours, letting go of all your fears and holding on to Clarisse like she's your anchor, you close the gap between your lips, welcoming the kind of pleasure that you've never tasted before.

[sturnioloskyline]

Idk if your right something like this but I’d find it so silly if you could! So the idea is Matts girlfriend and she’s has ADHD and she like vocal stims a lot when she’s comfortable around people,and she’s always saying the most outrageous things she hears from TikTok’s as a vocal stim ( I can’t go a second with out going “ hundred bans in my panties” because the cortisa star song that’s on my fyp but you can do any TikTok sound!) And she’s like either whispering it or yelling it when she deems it to quite around her! Or something of the sorts if you don’t do this it’s totally ok! Have a wonderful day/night! 🤍💙

blurt out

pairing: matt x fem!adhd!reader

warnings: language, adhd(obv), stimming, cheesy fluff, not proofread

summary: whenever there’s a catchy audio on tiktok, it somehow becomes one of your stims.

disclaimer: i am by no means romanticizing adhd. some of this is slightly based off of my own experiences with being neurodivergent, but i also did some research online, so i apologize if anything is inaccurate!

matt was incredibly understanding and supportive when it came to your adhd. when you first started dating, you were so nervous to tell him, and would mask it all the time around him. but as your relationship progressed, you realized that matt would never judge you or think of you any differently for your adhd.

so you became a lot more open about your adhd, and to be honest, matt loved it. he loved when you told him about your hyperfixations, and he adored the way you’d try to focus so hard while he spoke to you.

after a few months of dating, matt and his brothers had grown completely used to your adhd symptoms. they understood that your short attention span and fidgeting were just parts of what made you you, and they wouldn't have it any other way.

this particular day, nick had suggested that you join them as a special guest for their next car video. you were sitting in the passenger seat of the car, waiting for matt to check the camera angle. chris sat behind you in the backseat, with nick to his side.

you watched as matt stood in front of the minivan, bending slightly over the hood to get a good look at the viewfinder of the camera. he gestured to the left, and you reached out to the dashboard to adjust the camera's position. matt gave you a thumbs up and made his way back to the driver's seat.

"okay, looks good," matt said as he got in the car. he smiled at you warmly, wanting to provide you with a sense of comfort. this was the first video of theirs that you would ever be in, so it was safe to say that you were a bit nervous.

"alright. hey guys, happy friday," nick addressed the camera, leaning forward so he was farther in frame. "today we have a special guest."

you smiled and waved at the camera, glancing at matt who just grinned.

"this is matt's girlfriend, y/n," nick explained. chris let out a cheer, causing you all to laugh. "we're gonna do a q&a with y/n using questions that you guys sent us on instagram."

nick pulled out his phone and began to scroll through the thousands of answers to the triplets' instagram story, searching for a good starter. you looked back at him expectantly before something shiny next to chris caught your attention.

"what's that?" you asked chris, pointing to the can that was in the cupholder next to him. chris pulled it out, scanning the label.

"uhh, it's peach redbull," chris shrugged.

"oh my god, can i please have it?" you asked excitedly. matt chuckled as chris handed you the can, which you immediately grabbed and cracked open. you took a sip and let out a sigh, smiling and setting the can down in the cupholders between you and matt.

"okay first question," nick said, sticking his hand out to grab everyone's attention. "what's it like dating a triplet?"

"um..." you looked out the window, thinking about how you wanted to answer. "i mean, it's like dating any other person, just with triplet brothers? yeah, i guess you could say it's different, because i hang out with you guys all time, but that doesn't mean that me and matt don't like, have our own little moments. but being a triplet doesn't really change anything much. this way i get a boyfriend plus two built-in best friends, which is cool. but me and matt have a pretty normal, average relationship."

you blushed with self-consciousness as you realized you were rambling, quickly shutting your mouth and ending your rant with a quick nod. matt found your word vomit adorable, however, bringing his hand close to your knee, lightly brushing it with his knuckles out of view from the camera. you smiled softly at the reassurance.

nick scrolled through and asked a few more questions, occasionally interrupted by a random tangent that chris went on or something that caught matt's eye through the widow. the video ended up growing longer as the four of you jumped from topic to topic. it was as if you just couldn't stop talking, all of you interrupting each other excitedly and laughing loud enough for the entire parking lot to hear. you grew much more comfortable, slightly forgetting that you were even on camera.

while nick returned to his phone to look for more questions, you, matt and chris were silently communicating. the three of you passed looks to each other, holding back fits of laughter.

"okay, someone asked what you like to—"

"head so good she on honor roll," you blurted out loudly, interrupting nick. the car went silent as you clapped your hand over your mouth, glancing over the camera.

chris erupted into giggles, causing matt to join him. nick started chuckling too.

"sorry! that song is literally all over my for you page right now," you apologized, laughing slightly out of embarrassment. that song had been all you were hearing for the past week, so naturally it worked its way into becoming one of your vocal stims.

"you're fine, y/n. let's move on," nick rolled his eyes at his brothers, who were smacking each other out of laughter.

...

author's note: been a busy week, will post way more on the weekend i promise. also, would it be more fun if i posted one fic every monday, wednesday, and friday? lmk! love u guys 🤍

[sixosix]

hello!! this is my first time asking so forgive me if i do anything wrong.

so i just saw your event anddddd first of all, i just want to say congrats on 5k!!! and also happy birthdayy!! if its not a bother, can i participate in the event?? if so heres the prompt,

[lyney, earphones(the wired ones), fluff]

your thawed series really made me fall in love with the way you write lyney😭 and because of that, i want to read more of him from you!!

once again, congrats on 5k!!

a/n HELLO ANON!!! thank you so much + dont worry u sent an ask right! im so happy u like my characterization of lyney hehe hes just a silly guy…

info 500 words, short and sweet, modern college au

5K EVENT SPECIAL | EVENT MASTERLIST

Lynette texted you this morning saying that she had a fever.

Usually, this wouldn’t have been a problem. Get well soon! or an I’ll send you the notes later would be the end of the conversation. Then you’d go on with your day and miss her, but that would be it. That was supposed to be it.

But it was Lynette. And if she was involved—

“Hey.” Lilac eyes overtook your vision, shockingly close. You jumped back, and Lyney grinned. “Are you still texting my sister? I’m right here, you know.”

Lynette You’ll be fine

You LYHBEDTTE

Lynette He’s just Lyney

You EXACTLY WHY

This was a problem because you had been nursing the biggest crush on Lynette’s brother since you met her—and it’s been years. The color of his eyes, the softness of his hair, the crinkle of his eyes as he smiles—

“I’m telling her I wish she were here instead,” you said, hiding your screen from his sharp eyes.

Lyney wasn’t fazed at all. He matched your steps and easily walked alongside you, his lips stretched into a wide grin. He was so suspiciously happy today.

“Are we going to take the bus there?” Lyney asked, his arms still brushing against yours. His chin was tucked in his windbreaker, muffling his words a little. He looked a little red—did he have a fever as well?

“I guess so,” you said, dragging your gaze away from the sight. You could hear your heartbeat racing.

Lyney’s smile softened, then gestured at the bus stop bench. “It’s still early. Let’s sit over there.”

It was empty, yet when you sat at the far edge, Lyney still cozied up beside you. Seeking refuge, you hid your face further in the safety of your hoodie. This was bad. Lynette rarely got sick; this was your first time alone with Lyney, and you didn’t know how to act.

When you glanced at him, Lyney seemed content with the silence. You weren’t—you could hear the loud thumps of your chest, and soon enough, Lyney would notice it, too.

You pulled out your earphones and swiped to the highest volume possible, ear damage be damned. You were not going to survive today. You’re going to embarrass yourself and make a fool of your impressions, and Lyney would get weirded out and avoid you for the rest of his life.

Your throat made some sort of warbling deflated noise as music drowned out your heartbeat, but not your thoughts. Why was Lyney so warm? Even with layers of clothing, you could feel the heat of his skin, and it was driving you mad. You wanted nothing but to curl into it like a cat with sunlight. Why did Lynette have to get sick while you were still hopelessly infatuated with her brother?

Abruptly, Lyney’s head found its way to your shoulder. Stunned, you sucked in a breath, overwhelmed with all the sensations. Your five senses were being violated left and right—all you could see, hear, and touch was Lyney.

He reached his hand out expectantly. You made a noise of confusion, then belatedly realized what he was pointing at. Careful not to jostle him, you plucked an earphone and gently placed it in his ear. Lyney flinched.

“This is loud,” Lyney chuckled, but he didn’t ask you to mess with the volume. He laid back down with his weight and stayed there, unaware of how your face was a flaming mess.

Your eyes slipped to your lap, feeling shy. From this angle, it was hard to tell what Lyney was looking at, but you could feel his smile. It could be Lyney’s unnaturally warm body heat or your burning embarrassment, but— maybe you were starting to feel feverish as well.

Lyney snuggled closer. You sighed and resigned yourself to a long day.

[skzdreams]

Breeding Clinic

pairings: Minho x FemReader

warnings: unprotected sex, fingering, oral, breeding, healthcare setting, slight dumbification

genre: smut

summary: special doctors visit with Lee Know

word count: 2.5k

a/n: long time no see!! I really hope you guys enjoy!!

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You sat in the cold waiting room, shaking with nerves, as the a/c marked your skin with a colony of goosebumps. You tapped your feet on the hard ground, listening to silence that was broken by an occasional murmur or cough from a distance.

You tried scrolling on your phone to make the time go a bit quicker but you couldn’t quite stay entertained because your thoughts were being overwhelmed by what-ifs and the sentence “am I making the right decision” over and over like a bad song stuck on repeat.

Then you heard it.

“Number 325…?” A man called out, wearing blue scrubs, with sandy bleached blond hair, and facial features so sharp and perfect, all you could do was stand there for a few seconds and take in his good looks.

“Uh, I think that’s me.” You held up a little white card with the number 325 in bold black letters spread across it. Of course it was you. You were the only person in the room.

The man smiled gently. “Perfect. You’re not confused are you…? The number system can be quite confusing. But in a facility..such as this one..it is quite different from a…how should I say…normal..hospital. For pretty obvious reasons, the names of our patients are completely confidential. We fully respect the privacy of our patients. Even the personnel and staff at this facility are unaware of our patients’ names.”

His talking somewhat overwhelmed you, so the only thing you could really say back was,”Oh, okay, I guess I understand.”

He guided you into a room with dim lighting and the most comfortable exam table you’ve ever seen. “Okay 325, you can just take a seat on the examination table right there, and I’m going to ask you a few questions. Most of them are just to confirm the information you filled out before your appointment, and others are to ensure your overall enjoyment and comfortability of this experience. Is that alright with you?”

You agreed and allowed the man to move on with his quick questionnaire.

“You are fully aware of the nature of this clinic and your appointment that is being conducted at this insemination, or otherwise known as breeding clinic today, correct?”

“Yes, I do.” You responded back.

“Alright then.” He scribbled down on a notepad in the palm of his hand.

“And you do know where you are, and the exact reason you are here?”

“Yes.”

“Good.”

He continued asking different questions like, “Do you smoke at all?” , “Do you drink alcohol often, how often?” , “Do you use any elicit or recreational substances?” , “Do you typically have regular periods?” “Are you currently sexually active?”

You responded to all of his questions. He continuously assured you that the questions were necessary for your enjoyment of the appointment and to make sure that you’re healthy enough to go into the procedure without any unwanted complications.

“Okay so I see here that you have opted for the manual method of insemination with us today, is that correct?”

“Yes that’s correct.” you mumbled.

“There are many other ways to get the outcome of this procedure, however this specific method you have chose will require a live male assistant, that is okay with you?:”

You nodded your head while looking at the floor, kind of embarrassed. He could see that you were getting shy on him, so he did his best to try to cheer you up. “There’s no need to feel embarrassed. Most of our patients choose the manual method as well, because it is more enjoyable for both parties. We are all professionals here, so there is no need to feel any sort of shame. I know some people are also pretty skeptical of this method, because it does not always have a 100% success rate, however this isn't the 2080s anymore and with our new tech, test systems, and genetic alterations, all of our male assistants have been proven to successfully inseminate on the first attempt.”

You were happy to know that you wouldn’t be coming here for nothing and that your future pregnancy would be guaranteed. But this man was so handsome. You weren’t even worried about the baby you’ve always dreamt of having. He was the perfect distraction. All you wanted then, was him on top of you, taking you, and planting his seed inside of you. Using your body for his pleasure.

The way his hair covered his forehead lightly and slightly glided along with his movements each time he moved to the side, or when he looked up at you from his clipboard and notepad with sparkling eyes and damp lips and rosy cheeks, as he showed off his warm smile, sometimes with his small bunny like teeth poking through his perfect lips. He was beautiful. You saw his picture, when you were applying for your procedure, and just knew you had to have him as your assistant, but seeing him in real life like this was way better than you expected.

“When you were filling out your paperwork for this appointment, you chose what male assistant you would like to assist you with your insemination today, is that correct?”

“Yes that is correct.” You said trying to push back your smile that was trying to force its way past your lips.

“Now, If you haven’t noticed yet, I am the male assistant that you selected. If for whatever reason, you have second thoughts or would like to change your assist-”

“NO!!” you loudly interrupted him. “I definitely do not want another assistant. You’re perfect.”

He chuckled quietly to himself, not believing how cute you are right now. “Very enthusiastic, are we?” He laughed. “I’ll continue. Since you are already in the gown, would you go ahead and lean back all the way on the table, and try your best to relax. I know it’s a bit cold here, so I'll just..” He got out of his seat and walked over to the thermostat on the wall. He quickly bumped the heat up a few times so you could get nice, warm, and cozy. Or at least try to.

“I know it can be a little hard to relax right now, some of our patients find the clinic to be exciting, while others might be super nervous. But, we try to make the experience as pleasant, and comfortable as possible. Do you mind putting your legs in the stirrups here?

You were barefoot, the only form of clothes on your body was the hospital gown you changed into when you walked into the clinic’s private waiting rooms. When your foot touched the cold metal of the stirrups it sent chills throughout your body.

“Before we begin, I need to make sure the area of insemination is fully prepared for the procedure.” He got up out of his chair and kneeled on the floor, your pussy just mere inches away from his face. His hand trailed up the inside of your thighs, when coming back down he let his fingernails gently graze against your skin which made you hiss.

Without warning, your doctor dove in and covered your pussy with his mouth, sucking and licking all of your soft spots. His tongue flipped up and down on your clit that was growing more and more sensitive by the second. He licked up and down your slit, licking up almost every bit of wetness you were gushing out. He stuck his tongue inside of you, just a little bit which made your body jolt and spasm, barely even being able to handle the feeling of him. “Mmm” he hummed into your pussy making your clit vibrate along with the noise. You were honestly just a moaning mess, not even being able to speak with real words. He pulled away from your pussy, not letting you finish because he didn't want to make you cum quite yet.

“Did that feel alright?”

“Y-yes oh my god.”

He just chuckled to himself quietly like he was proud of himself.”Good now we’re going to move on to the next thing.”

The doctor slipped on a pair of blue surgical gloves. He got up and sat back in his chair. He spun around and grabbed a large bottle with the word “Trojan Lubricants” in big letters at the top of it.

He popped the cap up and squirted a quarter size dollop of the clear gel-like liquid on the tip of his two middle fingers. He set the bottle back on the desk behind him and looked back up at you again. But that didn't last long because his eyes shot right down to your pussy that was already glistening with wetness. It wasn’t often that you were exposed and displayed to a man like this, especially not a stranger, even if he was technically your doctor.

“Wow it seems you’re already producing your own natural lubricant, but I’m still going to use a little bit of this to kind of further prepare you.”

Finally he rubbed the lube on your entrance, that was pulsuing and clenching around nothing, just yearning to be fucked into. You jumped, surprised by the coldness of the gel hitting you so abruptly. It quickly began to warm up as the man began rubbing you up and down.

“I can see you are becoming less nervous by the way you're grinding against my hand like that, hm? That’s a good sign.” His thumb grazed and pressed against your sensitive and swollen clit. You lightly jolted back against the back of the exam table, already feeling too good.

Slowly, he pushed his middle finger inside of you. The feeling of the coolness of the glove and the wetness of the lube was almost euphoric. You gasped at the feeling of the stretch that his one single finger was already giving you.

He began to fuck his finger into you faster and faster.

“For this to work most effectively, we will act as how an ordinary couple would go about sexual intercourse. We do this so our patients feel comfortable and have an enjoyable, natural experience, as well as our staff because we are able to have a more…successful insemination, if we are also enjoying ourselves. And for comfortability, you can call me “Lino”. Of course this is not my real name, but if you later on in our procedure, need to address me, then Lino is the name you’ll address me by.”

He spoke to you in such a calm and collected way as if his finger wasn’t fucking into, causing your pussy to make gushing and shloshing noises that echoed off the seemingly thin walls.

“Fuck your pussy is clenching so fucking thight against my fingers.” It was obvious that your doctor was becoming hornier and hornier for you at that moment. It seemed as though it was a little bit more to him, you didn’t feel like any other patient. You felt like his. For him to fuck and kiss and make love to one day. He just watched your beautiful face as he drove his finger into your core, making you already so fucked out.

Lino pulled his finger out of you slowly, not letting you cum for a second time.

Lino climbed on top of you which made the exam table under you crinkle and crease, adjusting to the weight of you both.

He kissed you. That was not part of the procedure.

You were surprised but quickly got used to the feeling of his lips on yours as you began to feel the softness of his lips, and the taste, god, you just couldn't get enough.

Your hands scrambled all over his body trying to find a way to just rip off everything he had on and reveal his undoubtedly beautiful body. You could feel him smiling in between kisses.

He continued rubbing your clit, occasionally shoving his fingers in you, making you jolt and twitch under his touch.

He stood up and frantically started to take his scrubs off.

He pulled his pants down, and conveniently wasn't wearing any underwear whatsoever.

His hard cock bounced up and down, finally being freed from the confines of his tightening boxers.

Lino finally managed to get all of his clothes completely off. He walked closer to you, eyes full of lust, desire, and need for you. For the feeling of you around his member. He needed you digging your nails into his back as he was rutting into you. He needed you not to be able to speak, or even think. He needed you to be fucked dumb. He needed to be the one to fuck you dumb.

He mounted himself back on top of you. You felt his leaking tip against your sopping entrance. He leaned in for another kiss as he slowly pushed himself inside of you. He groaned into your mouth as you did to his, getting used to the feeling of your doctor stretching you out.

He began thrusting in and out of you, pace quickening after each.

He was just breathing loudly into the crook of your neck as he began thrusting faster and faster until he was rutting into you so hard and so quick, the exam table beneath the two of you was making an almost blaring crinkle sound.

The exam table’s crinkle, Lino’s moans, your moans, the sound of his cock sloppily sloshing into your pussy, the claps of your skin meeting each other with every thrust, all the sounds mushing together into a song that only intensified the euphoric feeling that was bubbling and growing inside you by the second.

Your vision was fuzzy, your speech slurred and spotty. Watching you in the fucked out state made Lino go absolutley feral. He, somehow, began railing into you harder than before, each one more powerful than than the last. For a second,you could try to look down to watch the beautiful scene of his cock making its tight squeeze through your entrance. You saw his thigh muscles flexing and relaxing every so often, he was obviously trying to restrain himself.

“C-cum.” you speaked. You looked up at Minho’s blurred face,trying your best to hear the muffled words he began to utter to you. “You want my cum? Huh baby? You want my cum?

All you could do is nod frantically as a sly smirk spread across your lover’s chin.

“O-oh oh FUCK.” He said as warm spurts of his seed coated your insides. He didn’t pull out, he instead, just slowed down his thrust and leaned in to give your cheeks, lips, forehead, neck, basically any and every part of your body that he could reach without having to pull out of your heavenly pussy. You both just layed there, tangled in each other, as you both tried to calm down, lino still pumping inside of you every few moments, still finding little nooks and crannies of your body that he could softly pepper kisses on.

You both knew, this wouldn’t be the last time you will see eachother.

[cnestus]

If you don't mind me asking, what exactly is your job and degree? Getting into the field of entomology is a bit intimidating and I would appreciate any any advice.

i tend to be a little cagey about my exact job since my field is quite small and there's enough people following me that the chances of someone deciding to take offense to something and Get Weird at me are nonzero, but that's probably excessive paranoia on my part. then again beloved internet bug person mossworm got recently sacked from their job on account of weirdo online tattletales so maybe not.

anyway i can say i work for a government agency identifying insects from a pretty wide geographic range, looking for new exotic species and potential pests. during the busy season i spend most of my time processing huge volumes of raw trap samples, pulling out insect groups of interest, mostly woodboring beetles, for myself or one of the other entomologists in the lab to identify to species. during the off-season when we're not getting tons of new samples i get a little more free reign to work on other projects of my own design, so for example lately i've been working on my bee identification skills and am slowly putting together a large reference collection of native bee species that i reserved from years of insect trap by-catch.

i got my PHD in entomology without a specific career in mind but knowing i wanted to do something that wasn't just about developing products and methods for killing unwanted insects which seem like the main entomology jobs anyone wants to fund anymore. in a perfect world i'd love a entomological curation job in a museum but those positions are rare and in-demand and i didn't have the mental fortitude to do the kind of academic work in grad school to make me competitive for that field. but then i went ahead and got a job that lets me do some curatorial work anyway so i sort of won? my position is still at least on paper about controlling unwanted insects but in practice i rarely have to do much of that work, at least directly.

i get semi-regular requests for advice on getting a job as an entomologist and i often feel like i don't have much constructive or encouraging to say, since it's hard not to feel like it's one of the many disciplines being squeezed to death by the iron hand of capitalism. more and more positions in the government and academia are being cut or downsized by bureaucrats who don't see the benefit of taxonomy or any other research that doesn't directly result in their department or some corporation making a bunch of money. whole subdisciplines are dying out as the elder entomologists who were the sole sources of knowledge about them die off. there are entire groups of insects and other arthropods that are effectively impossible to identify to species now because the one taxonomic wizard who specialized on them died without having anyone to pass that knowledge onto. Donald Bright, the only living expert on bark beetles in the preposterously diverse and morphologically subtle genus Pityophthorus, died a few months ago without an heir that i'm aware of.

also most of the taxonomic research that is being done these days is all molecular systematics which i have Opinions about but this post is way too long already.

sorry. that was a bummer. i guess i'm proof that it is still possible to get a job like this today, even if i can't help but feel like it was mostly luck that got me here. plenty of the others in my academic cohort (that didn't burn out from grad school stress) also went on to get degrees in their field of study or at least adjacent to them. and again there are still plenty of entomology jobs in other sectors like agriculture, public health, nonprofits and NGOs and stuff like that. you also don't necessarily need an advanced degree in entomology for a lot of these, and a lot of people in the entomology field came in sideways through related disciplines like ecology, evolutionary science, general biology, or even things like viticulture and forensic science to name a couple examples from my own cohort.

looking back, that was mostly a lot of vague grumbling and not much concrete advice, but to be fair asking for "any advice" is a hard prompt to go off of so i tend to default to the kinds of grim thoughts that are usually rattling round in my brain. i may also be in an especially dour mood at the moment because even though my job isn't to my knowledge at any risk of being eliminated, my lab is currently being passively if not outright antagonized by higher-level bureaucrats for genuinely mysterious reasons and i will not elaborate on that any further for reasons i mentioned at the beginning. anyway! i am always happy to at least attempt to give more specific advice but i can't promise there won't be at least a little grumbling in that as well.

[natimiles]

A Summer Birthday (Isaac x f!MC)

Summary: Spending his birthday together wasn’t even a question anymore. And they’re gonna be celebrating it in a different way this year because Comte gave them a couple’s trip.

Words: 2389

Tags: couple’s trip for a tropical country; Summer Christmas; Summer birthday; teeny-tiny suggestive scenes (really tiny); established relationship; long-term relationship; assertive Isaac (sort of); domestic/slice of life.

Notes: the door works as we want it to work for the sake of the plot, thank you. Shoutout to my brazilian folks dying in this fucking hellish tropical weather 🤍 And shoutout to who said it’d be actually nice to have a Summer Christmas fic! I was struggling to think about something cozy in Winter, it was hard while I was sweating my life out of me. I’ve never thought about writing a hot Christmas, so it was nice! Now, shall we melt together?

Countdown to Isaac’s Birthday | IT’S TODAY! Happy Birthday, Isaac!

Spending his birthday together wasn’t even a question anymore. They’d spend the whole day on a date, returning to the mansion for an evening party. They’d wear something warm for the cold winter, sit by the fireplace after a special dinner, and Isaac would open the presents everyone gave him. Then they would wrap the night in his room with his special present.

However, things changed this year. Comte gifted them a couple’s trip as Isaac’s birthday present and a Christmas gift for her — it turned out to be a tip to her home country in her era. Missing the warmth of the past few years, she was thrilled about spending the entire week there. The anticipation of seeing everything and showing Isaac the delights of a Summer Christmas had her brimming with excitement.

“God’s Truth, how are you not dying?” Isaac whined, flopping backward onto the bed, his body splayed out like a starfish.

“I guess I’m used to it,” she giggled, sitting by his feet, her summer dress skirt pooling around her. She tilted her head to the side to get a better look at him. “Are you okay? Your face is really red.”

“I feel like I could die and go to hell just to feel cooler,” he said, frowning.

She sputtered a laugh, offering him a sympathetic smile as she got up and reached for the air conditioner controller. “There. Is it better?” she asked, noting the appliance springing to life.

Isaac looked up at the weird thing with a frown, but it melted away when he felt the cold air hitting his body. “Getting there.” He closed his eyes and sighed. “What is that?”

“An air conditioner. It makes the air colder or hotter. I don’t know exactly how it works though,” she said.

“It’s nice,” he sighed again. His eyes were growing heavy, his body more tired than usual — probably from the travel and the intense summer weather.

“Hey, don’t go to sleep now!” She punctuated the words by poking his ribs, and he yelped, trying to defend his body from the tickles. “I wanna show you around!”

“We’re going out?” His eyes widened in a cute way.

“Isaac, do you plan on staying indoors the whole trip?” She raised an eyebrow at him.

“... No?” he answered with uncertainty. “I mean, I really didn’t, but, you know…” He pouted, and she laughed.

“I know. But it’d be a waste to just stay inside the room for the whole week. And there are so many things I’d like to do with you.” Now she was the one pouting, and he knew he was screwed. He’d go anywhere when she looked at him with those wide, puppy-dog eyes.

xxx

The physicist... wasn’t so excited about the trip anymore. She warned him to wear some light clothes, and he tried, but he had never been to a tropical country before! He didn’t know it would be like this. He was sweating since they arrived there; she could hear his labored breathing, his clothes clung to his body in the most uncomfortable way, and his face was so flushed she swore he’d faint before arriving at the hotel on their first day. They bought some clothes for him so he’d be more comfortable, but his tolerance to the hot weather was really low.

He was trying really hard, though. He went anywhere she wanted and didn’t complain; he just thanked God when they got back and he could lay down for a little bit. She was so happy, and he didn’t want to ruin her trip. And in the blink of an eye, the week passed by.

They had ice cream while sightseeing, swam in the hotel pool all afternoon, went to a barbecue restaurant and had some drinks — non-alcoholic, of course. They walked hand in hand while dipping their feet in the ocean, got a nice tan (she did, he got a sunburn), and had matching henna tattoos done (little stars on their wrists). And he knew she wanted to celebrate his birthday somewhere special, but he didn’t have the nerve to say he just wanted to stay inside the room and rest. How could he say something and ruin her plans? She just wanted to show him a little bit of how her life was before going to the mansion, and he couldn’t refuse it.

However, Isaac often forgot that she was more observant than she seemed. She could tell when he tried to act tough, when he didn’t want to upset her; when he tried to step on his own feelings just to please her; when he tried to smile and it turned out strained; when his voice cracked when he was overthinking something; when his eyes turned away slightly as he tried to hide something from her. She could see almost all of those now. And it didn’t take more than a few moments for her to decide to change all the plans for his birthday celebration.

“Well, we’re done for today and we still have some time until dinner. Why don’t you take a shower to freshen up?” She offered with a smile.

“Good idea.” He looked at her. “Will you join me?”

“Of course, honey. Let me just, um, grab my clothes.”

He furrowed his eyebrows and blinked at her. She was such a bad liar. It was clear she wanted him out of the room to do something — obviously for his birthday. They had spent the whole week in that hotel, sharing that bedroom, and not once did she care about getting her clothes before going to the shower. It wouldn’t be him to spoil her attempt at making him some kind of surprise, so he just nodded and went to the bathroom.

When she heard the sound of the water, she ran to the phone on the nightstand and called the reception. If she was changing her plans, she’d need to be fast — his birthday was already the next day, and it was Christmas Eve; lots of shops would close in just a few hours. Some minutes later, she joined him in the bathroom, a happy smile on her face that told him everything he needed to know: whatever she was planning, she succeeded.

xxx

The next day, she woke up with the sun hitting her face through a crack in the curtains. Groaning, she rolled to the other side with her eyes tightly shut, and her body encountered something warm — hot, actually. She peeked one eye open and found Isaac, a frown on his face as his eyes stared at the ceiling. She was about to ask him if something was wrong when he spoke.

“I don’t want to be rude,” he said cautiously. “But please don’t touch me and move to your side of the bed.”

She blinked slowly at him a few times and snorted a laugh. “Good morning to you too,” she said with a smile and pecked his cheek, making him grimace. “And Happy Birthday, my beautiful scientist!”

“Good morning,” he sighed. “It’s just… It’s so hot already, even with that thing.” He pointed at the air conditioner.

“Mmm, I think we can make it a little colder.” She looked for the remote control and set a new temperature. “If it gets too cold, we can turn it up again.”

“I don’t think it will ever be too cold here.” He turned his body to the side, to look at her. “And thank you.” He pecked her lips and smiled.

“Don’t worry, I’ll still tell you lots of ‘Happy Birthdays’ today.” She giggled. “Are you ready to celebrate your birthday summer style?”

“Oh… Um, right.” He smiled, but she could tell he wasn’t so enthusiastic. “What have you planned for us?”

“First, we will have an amazing breakfast. Then we would go sightseeing, have a good lunch at a restaurant near the beach, walk in the sand and swim a little, have dinner in a fancy place I found, celebrate your birthday and eat cake. Then we’d call it a night.”

“That’s… a lot.” He blinked at her and tried not to sound like he didn’t like it. “Wait… Would?”

“Hmph, right?” She shimmied her body closer and looked intently into his eyes. “It was a lot. And it was nothing you wanted and I could tell you were tired of walking around town. So I changed it all.”

“You didn’t have to.”

“Yes, I did. It’s your birthday, honey.”

“I know, but I’d do anything you wanted. I’ll be happy if you’re happy.”

“And that’s why I changed it all, Isaac.” She smiled. “I don’t want to force you to do something you’re not really enjoying. I already dragged you all around for the whole week, I can stay inside for one day.” She giggled.

“Can you really?” He laughed and tucked her hair behind her ear, looking at her with loving eyes. “Thank you, darling. So what are the current plans?”

“Oh, you’re gonna love it! Are you ready?” she asked in a whisper, like it was a secret. He chuckled and nodded. She cupped her mouth to whisper in his ear. “The new plans are: stay inside and do nothing.”

“What?” His eyes widened.

“We can add whatever you wanna do too. If you wanna go somewhere or do something special, we will. But until now, the plans are staying inside, hanging out in this nice air conditioner and enjoying the happiness of doing absolutely nothing for a whole day. Oh, and eating cake later.”

“Sounds wonderful,” he said with a smile and pulled her closer, embracing her body and resting his chin over her head.

She tangled her legs with his and sighed contently. Their silent moment was interrupted by a few knocks on the door and a voice saying something he didn’t understand.

“Oh, it’s here!” She beamed and got up, going to open the door.

Isaac just looked at her, a puzzled expression on his face. She was speaking in a language he couldn’t understand, but her tone sounded amicable, so he thought everything was fine. Still, he inclined his body a little to the side so he could see who was at the door and what they wanted. As soon as he saw that the person was an employee from the hotel, MC took a step back inside the room, pushing a cart, and the person helped her by closing the door.

“Don’t you dare get out of that bed,” she warned him when she noticed he was about to get up to help her. “And get comfortable, sit by the headboard, will you?” He raised an eyebrow at her commanding tone, but complied without questioning. She uncovered the plates and gave a satisfied smile at what she saw. Then she rolled the cart to his side and kissed the crown of his head. “Here. Happy Birthday!”

He looked down, only then realizing it was breakfast. Flowers decorated the enormous tray, and there were pastries, the cheese bread he had already tried before, toast, jam, some sliced fruits and coffee. He smiled at her.

“Is this the amazing breakfast you were talking about?”

“Yes! And I told them it was your birthday, look,” she pointed at the corner of the fruit plate, where someone wrote a message with chocolate sauce. “It says Happy Birthday.”

She sat beside him, and they happily devoured it all. Isaac couldn’t stop smiling. Who would have thought he’d be able to have such amazing birthdays with someone he truly loved? If he had said this to himself in his past life or even a few years ago in this life, he’d never have believed it. And now it’s real, but it still feels like a dream.

xxx

He thought they’d get tired of doing nothing all day and eventually leave the room, but they didn’t. They actually found lots to do, from watching a random TV show she said he’d like to engaging in make-out sessions, and then some napping.

When he woke up again, the night had already fallen. He rubbed his eyes and realized he was alone in the bed. Frowning, he sat up and was about to call her when he heard her muttering on the balcony. He got up and padded his way there, finding her with her back to the door and fumbling with something.

“What are you doing?”

She jumped and turned around quickly. “Oh, hey! I was… setting something up.”

He looked behind her and saw a birthday cake over the table with an unusual candle above it. He tilted his head in amusement and looked back at her. “Is the candle a question mark?”

“Well, I’m not sure about your age!” She put her hands on her hips and laughed.

“I’m not complaining, it’s perfect.” He walked to her so he could hug her and kiss her hair.

“Happy Birthday again, darling!” She squeezed him in her arms.

Despite his protests, she sang him ‘Happy Birthday’ before letting him blow out the candle and cut the cake. They sat comfortably on the balcony lounge chair, with her between Isaac’s legs, holding the plate of cake they were sharing. She just gave him the last piece when they heard something exploding in the sky.

“Oh! It’s usually during New Year’s, but I guess some people like to light up fireworks for Christmas too. We can pretend it’s for your birthday.”

She put the plate aside on the table and laid back on his chest. His arms wrapped comfortably around her body, and he rested his chin on her shoulder as they watched the fireworks coloring and lighting up the clear sky. They were able to spend a whole week alone, just enjoying each other and doing so many new things together. He’d cherish this forever — and probably try to do more trips with her.

“Thank you for everything, MC,” he whispered in her ear. “I love you.” He placed a light kiss on her neck and she giggled.

“I love you too,” she replied and placed her hands over his arms, squeezing them with a giggle.

Ever since he had her in his life, he considered all his birthdays the best birthday he could ever get, but this year was really running for first place.

Of course I had to make Isaac come to Brazil and eat cheese bread! It’s the best thing to eat and it doesn’t even have to be for breakfast. Sometimes I eat it for lunch or dinner, when I’m too lazy to cook, HASIUEHASUIEHAS.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SCIENTIST BOY! I love you so much!

Masterlists

[kimbap-r0ll]

Need some Halloween requests in this inbox, could you do a scenario with the dorm leaders where the S/O asks them trick or treat and doesn’t matter what the dorm leaders say but the S/O gives them a kiss either on lips or cheek as the trick/treat? Thank you

Aw this is cute, thank you for the ask! It is Halloween today so happy Halloween everyone!

Dorm Leaders receive a Halloween kiss from their s/o

Riddle

He knows that Halloween is big in the school and all the students are excited to go around trick or treating in the school. He, on the other hand, can't go have fun because he's busy with studying

But you decide to go and give him some Halloween spirit. Showing up in a simple ghost costume to fit Ramshackle's theme, you knock on his door and ask him trick or treat

Opening the door, Riddle smiles and greets you. But he notices that you're holding a small basket with some candy inside, seems you were going around trick or treating. He sadly says he's busy and didn't plan on getting visitors, which means he'll just have to entertain your trick.

You smile and decide to quickly peck him on the lips, before Riddle can chase you down for the sudden move you run away and say that it wasn't a trick. Riddle smiles to himself, the treat wasn't that bad

Leona

He was too lazy to bother with Halloween that he decided to sleep in. Meanwhile with you, you were busy with the first years running around and grabbing candy

You knock on his door near the end of your trip. At first everyone was against it because who knows how pissed he might be! But you reassured them that you had a plan and it would be alright

Leona opened the door, looking a bit tired and asked what you wanted. He saw the others around you, all in costumes, and you thrusted a bucket in his face with the question "trick or treat"

Rolling his eyes, he chuckled and said he didn't have anything for you, but you would have to think twice before deciding to trick him. To his surprise however, you just quickly peck his lips and run off, making the first years all freeze up for a second and quickly run after you shouting "WHAT WAS THAT!" Leona's just standing there dumbfounded, a bit happy but more surprised that you managed to catch him off-guard

Azul

He was helping with Mostro Lounge's Halloween event. There were special drinks and desserts served, and because of the amount of people there was in the lounge he had to be there to help out.

You had other plans however. Going around with the first years you decided to stop by and ask Azul the Halloween question. He had to have some treats right?

Surprisingly, he had absolutely no candy left because everyone who came to the lounge earlier had taken it. "Well, I guess it's a trick then," Azul smiled at you, daring you to do something. Ace and Deuce were hyping you up, thinking you were going to prank him somehow but instead you pecked him on the lips

Azul turned red, maybe redder than Riddle. He stumbled back a bit, "Y-Y/n!" he stammered. You smiled at him and ran off, telling the first years you were running over to Scarabia. Azul hoped no one would see him blushing so hard but the tweels saw it. He's going to get teased about this for a week haha

Kalim

He was honestly the one to go trick or treating with you. The two of you were having a lot of fun and in the end you guys were trading candy between you guys because who knows he could've gotten candy you wanted and vice versa

But while doing this, he was asked by you "trick or treat" as sort of a joke. All the housewardens had been in charge of passing out candy but Jamil decided to do this job for Kalim's sake. He said that he would of course give you candy, but you had other plans

Leaning in, you quickly pecked him on the lips. He was surprised, eyes wide and just a quick "Wah!" Right after that however he was laughing and said that you got him. "Well I guess I received my treat tonight!"

You two end up watching some Halloween movies. Jamil comes by to the lounge when he's done and asks what you guys were up to and that's when Kalim suddenly decides to throw a Halloween party :/

Vil

He's so serious about Halloween but only for the aesthetics. He doesn't like candy, he doesn't care about giving candy to people. Honestly he's only doing the celebrations so he can dress up :/

You end up trick or treating with Epel and other first years. Finally when reaching Pomefiore once again, you knock on Vil's door directly. Epel thinks your crazy for that but you know what you could probably survive

Vil opens the door and hears a choir of "trick or treat." Before he can close his door again you stop him and ask if he has any candy at all, but he just replies with a curt "Of course not." You sigh, and decide to go with your plan

You kiss him on the lips. A bit of his black lipstick gets on your own lips and you run off before he can stop you, making all the first years follow you while asking how you caught him off-guard. Vil just smiles to himself. You really got him there

Idia

He wasn't leaving his room. Tonight there would be so many Halloween events on his games that he couldn't miss! Because of this, only Ortho and you were going out for candy.

You two eventually returned and you decided to ask Idia if he wanted any candy. So, going up to his room, you knock on his door to see if he was still there. Turns out of course he was as he opens the door to you and Ortho holding buckets full of sweets

"Trick or treat!" You joke, and he looks surprised. "I don't have anything, sorry I wasn't planning on participating-" before Idia can finish his sentence you quickly peck his lips

Ortho and Idia make the same "Wha" but Idia's hair flares up. You laugh, patting him on the back, saying you were joking about the trick or treat thing. "C'mon, I was gonna ask if you wanted some candy," you take him hand while he's still covering his face with his other hand

Malleus

He knew trick-or-treating was a thing but he never got the chance to participate. While he wanted to go around and get candy, he also wanted to just help out Lilia pass out candy. So, he stuck with that

You eventually came back to Diasomnia with the first years. They were all scared to go up and ask Malleus for treats and Sebek thought it would be mocking in some way. So, they all left it to you.

Going up to Lilia and Malleus, you ask them the question. Malleus looks happy to see you, complimenting your costume before dropping in a few sweets. He thinks you'll just continue your trip around the school but you suddenly lean in and kiss him

"There's yours, happy Halloween!" you wink at him and run off to where the first years are standing in the back haha. Malleus just looks dumbfounded and Lilia's laughing at how you caught him off guard

[divinityiswasted]

Good morning Divinity Fans

Here's the copy of the project I've been working on for the past few months a copy of practically every line of divinity all in a nice convenient zip file. Wanna hear Sebille call you a "good girl", I've got it. Wanna hear every line Dallis the Hammer says, good on you it's here! Wanna try to figure out every word from the narrator I am praying for your health but it's here all in this zip. It's all available for download for any of you for, all of you (please download it i worked really hard ;-;). I wanted to do something that shows my love for the game and this felt like the perfect way to do it. Doing something that makes every Divinity's fans life a little easier.

Here's that link if you don't wanna listen to me ramble on forever: Clickety Click here

TLDR: Today is my birthday and I wanted to make a present for DOS2 fans that we could all enjoy. Here's a copy of a majority of the voicelines of the game. Ifan fans I made us a special treat in having sorted practically every single line he has. The read more has more information on the process.

Ok good still here? Awesome, so in a desperate attempt to 1.) hear Ifan's voice on repeat and 2.) feed my own brainworms to make headcanons I set out in August to create a folder that contained a majority of the sound files in DOS2. My original goal was to document and file every single line ever. To tell you what Act a line took place in and transcribe what was said.

That said there are over 40,000 lines in divinity original sins 2 and that should tell you that this was a pipe dream at best. Additionally there's another problem with that plan...for the origin characters (as well as the narrator) you have to know them like the back of your hand. For example Ifan, in total, has roughly 3,000+ singular audio files. Compare that to say Lucian who has 60. You see what kind of hole I got my self into. Additionally each file will originally be named something to the effect of: "va26a1efbcdc84cf3a7b2b2f9544add6f_h00be3e4eg3a2bg4054g83e9gbd03043a6c52.ogg" and originally there were no folders what so ever. So for every origin character and character I found interesting I made them a folder like so:

And for Ifan fans I combed through every line of audio noting the Act and transcribing what I could of each line. (I'm not perfect some of these I could be off I'd like to note some files may happen in more places than once as well) The final result is what you'll see here:

This took months ngl and I thought it'd be a breeze because Ifan's my favorite godwoken. (hehe see what I did there?) So of 3,000+ files I don't know about 600 of them. I cannot do that for anyone else. I'd probably be able to get the major lines of each character but I'd be missing out on a lot of that because I can't guess things for Red Prince as well as I can guess for Ifan.

So for people that have some brainrot and some time please feel free to take on a character and organize their dialogue I'd be happy to update the total folder with notes and new files.

I am tired my fingers hurt my brain hurts my partner probably has placed a missing ad for me disappearing at night to work on this. If you have any questions please feel free ask I'm happy to troubleshoot and explain what I can!

Thank you for listening and:

[nomoreusername]

Story Time

Pairing: Platonic Ivy Trio x female reader

Summary:After you can't go to sleep in Scorch the Ivy Trio and you share stories.

My friends and I are a lot of things, and smart isn't exactly at the top of the list. Well, except for Newt, but that's almost a given. Minho, however runs on his strength and unnaturally good hair, and Thomas runs on his own thing. To be honest I don't even think there's a word for it.

I guess that's what led to this. For some reason I thought it was a genius idea to tell horror stories while in a desert full of monsters. Once again we aren't exactly the brightest, but at least we're the most fun.

"That's cheating! You can't just retell Thomas's story in different words,"I argued.

"Sure I can. I tell it better,"Minho shrugged.

"You can't just steal my idea,"Thomas debated.

"Sure I can. I just did."

"I swear you three share a brain cell,"Newt mumbled under his breath.

"No we don't,"We all exclaimed at the same time, sort of contradicting our statement.

"You three give me a headache sometimes,"He sighed, shaking his head.

"Mama Newt-"

"Please don't call me that,"He pleaded.

"Mama Newt, that wasn't very motherly of you,"I pointed out.

"I am not your buggin' mum,"He repeated for the thousandth time today.

"Hey. Do you remember what happened when everyone heard Newt speak for the first time?"Minho reminded me.

"I want to know,"Thomas chipped in.

"Please don't,"He begged.

"I do. He was scared he was surrounded by different species because none of us sound like him. He thought he was in the looney bin,"I retold the story. Thomas was completely immersed as he tried to imagine calm, logical, cool minded Mama Newt freaking out over an accent. To be more precise he was freaking out over his own accent.

"Yeah. It was just you, me, and Alby. Everytime a Greenie came he'd be praying it'd be another person always saying bloody every ten seconds."

"But alas there never was another person who doesn't pronounce their g's,"I dramatically finished Minho's sentence.

"Why? Why did I decide you three were the people to be friends with?"He groaned.

"I love this story. Can I tell it? You know what? I'm going to tell it,"I announced.

"It was a Greenie night, and he clearly had no clue what to do. Gally was passing out his special drink for the very first time. Minho and I said shuck it and drank it without hesitation."

"That was our first mistake of the night,"Minho added.

"That's when we found out it was disgusting, and instead of being smart and putting it up Minho and I decided to see who could drink the most without throwing up."

"Unfortunately, it does a lot more than that,"Minho stated, emphasizing the lot.

"Which is why I said hey Minho. Wouldn't it be super cool if I climbed the tallest tree I could?"

"And I said that sounds super dangerous. I cannot let you do that in good conscience. I obviously have to be with you when you attempt this."

"He said it in much less sophisticated words,"I added.

"I thought that was the case,"Thomas shrugged, in love with this story.

"I may as well chip in,"Newt sighed.

"I decided not to chug a drink that burned my throat. That's why when I heard these two I dragged them away from the Deadheads. Do you have any idea how hard that is?"

"Probably a lot,"Thomas guessed.

"That's an understatement. These two were just swayin' back and forth and complainin'. I figured they would do something else that would put them in danger so I helped them out."

"He made us sleep in his hut,"I clarified.

"Is that why you call him Mama Newt?"Thomas asked, cocking his head like a curious puppy.

"Yep, and he absolutely loves it,"I teased, ruffling his hair. He kind of accepted defeat as he took a long breath.

"Don't be fooled. He's happy to be friends with us,"I whispered loud enough for all three of them to hear.

"Of course. I just don't like the Mama Newt thing, but yes. I am very happy that you shanks are my best friends. All of you,"He admitted.

"Aww. I love you too Mama Newt."

"Don't call me that!"

"Can you guys stop talking? We're trying to sleep,"Aris complained.

"Then, don't,"I shrugged.

"I am going to hit all four of you with his bat if you don't sleep,"Frypan grumbled.

"Okay, okay. Story time's over,"Newt announced.

"But-"

"Listen to Mama Newt,"He scolded, knowing nobody could ignore it when he gave in to his title.

"Fine. Goodnight you ugly shuckfaces,"Minho grumbled, turning over.

"Goodnight guys,"Thomas added.

"Sleep tight you idiots and Newt,"I said, realizing once I closed my eyes that I actually was exhausted.

"Goodnight guys. Love you oblivious shanks."

"Mhm. Love you to Mama Newt."

Despite being wide awake for story time just a few seconds ago staying up with them wore me out. It always does.

Even so I wouldn't trade them for anything in the world.

[plushpinkfox]

thoughts on the movie, pt. 2

spoilers ahead (for real this time)

going to make a bullet point list of all the things i noted about the movie

i got up to watch this at 3am est and i have a full day of school today so idk. wish me luck i guess

i think it's a cop-out to make honora mean, actually, because it kind of defeats the point of the whole honora/vanessa and sophie/agatha thing. i know it's easier to exemplify sophie's Evil in the books because we can hear her inner monologue, but she wasn't even that Evil in the movie before they dropped her in the school

like she was kinda bitchy sometimes, sure, but all the "Evil" and "violent" things she did were in defense of agatha so i don't know if that really counts

THEY MADE VANESSA MIXED SO THEY COULD DO THE SISTERS THING. CALLING IT NOW

some lines of dialogue made me cringe too hard. i like the bit with eric or whatever his name was in the beginning but the "god i hate this town" had me foreseeing the reviews

some of the cgi looked fine and then some of it just. looked bad. i think it was really funny how they tried so hard to do primarily practical effects, and you could see it in things like the Trial by Tale, but i feel like it was kind of counteracted by the blood magic storyline? it doesn't matter if your whole Trial is practical effects if half your movie is full of ugly cgi pools of blood and nondescript magical energy blasts

speaking of nondescript magical energy blasts and bad cgi, rafal was so fucking stupid. like what

that fight at the beginning with the kit young duplicates? guys. guys come on. when he said "blood magic" i was like No.

idk i guess it just didn't really coalesce for me

i thought i would be able to contend with kerry washington's dovey performance in this movie but i really generally couldn't, especially after they basically decimated the "agatha's been beautiful all along" storyline

she was a little too manic for my taste. i liked her at some points and at other points she was kind of pissing me off

that anemone backstory made me laugh. you go girl

OK A CHANGE I LIKED: i thought gregor charming was corny. i thought opening a grocery store was corny. i thought his whole deal was a bit stupid. BUT HAVING TEDROS KILL HIM?? MY JAW DROPPED THAT WAS SO MUCH WORSE THAN THE BOOK

like having ted kill a random child is bad, obviously, but having him kill a recently mogrified established character was like WHAT

the modern music really fucked it up for me. i think this movie would have been just fine with the score and the special song they recorded for the credits. i think it made it way cornier than it needed to be and i really couldn't forgive it by the end

like you HAD to have a verse of brutal in there? this is not do revenge i thought i was hallucinating

sophie makeover scene demolished (which is sad but whatever) but what really got to me more was the fact that there was no nuance to any of the supporting cast at all? like how are you going to tell me that hester spits sparks in her face one day and then within the week is bowing down to her.

i feel nitpicky but it really is just the basics of a character. tell me why anadil and dot were literally indistinguishable in their character. portrayed exactly the same. sort of hester too.

the soman cameo actually did make me jump. like i already made a joke about this but i did a double take

i think tagatha was cute and i liked how they actually talked more before this but i think this could have been executed similarly while still keeping the whole "agatha is a witch" thing. case in point: they become friends early on, agatha tries to protect gregor-stymph, tedros kills gregor-stymph and gets confused why she's protecting a stymph and comes to the conclusion that "she must be a witch", sophie takes advantage of it to get with tedros, etc. tension. (i might be insane for this so if i am let me know)

i don't think it would have taken much to establish it as the snow ball and the no ball and i think sophie's point would have been more effective if they did

cate blanchett has a nice voice but i didn't vibe with the inconsistent storian narration; it sort of just felt like she was interjecting to explain things to us that the audience at the test screening had a dubious understanding of. like in the tower it was fine but throughout the rest of the movie it was sort of irritating that the movie assumed we couldn't infer what was going on and very rarely did what was going on ACTUALLY require background narration, even if you hadn't read the books

sophie had a very inconsistent characterization in the movie. agatha was consistent but sophie basically switched from good to evil overnight. i understand the point was she felt betrayed and was swayed to evil, but i think the movie made her stupider than she was known to be in the books and underestimated her intelligence, which makes me sad

i felt like the movie utilized a lot of tools to try and explain what was going on to the audience (rafal's monologues, storian narration, dovey and lesso) instead of just trusting that we could understand it on our own so it came off as very exposition heavy but not in like. an understandable way

very frustrated with the consistent erasure of queer characters. hester and anadil confirmed for like a split second in a scene where they dance together at the no ball, but they aren't established enough for the general audience to know that they're queer and it definitely could just come off as best friends

dovesso for a single goddamn second at the end where they look like they're about to kiss and then just go for the most awkward hug in the entire world which just??? really got to me. the whole lady lesso thing was fine, i guess, but i was really hoping that dovey and lesso's enlarged presence in the movie would lead to some depth to their book-based friendship. i know that's my fault for expecting that, but like. i didn't expect "blood magic" either so whatever

part of the problem with the queer character erasure too though is that they were never really that defined in the books (thanks soman) so a lot of it is just really suspicious and doesn't end up REALLY panning out, so they had an excuse to ignore it in the movie

noticed how they made the agaphie kiss at the end very chaste, so that and vanessa being mixed definitely is foreshadowing some sisterhood there

also the line where agatha says "she's like my sister" had me laughing my ass off. they know

i definitely liked sofia wylie the most in this film, but i think sophia anne caruso did the best with what she was given. i think both of them did their best with a rather shallow script.

ANOTHER THING I LIKED: i had my criticism of the no ball scene and i think the ending was rather convoluted and uhhhhh not great in general but i did honestly like the whole "good attacks" thing. i wasn't sure if they were actually going to follow through on the whole good becoming evil and evil becoming good thing but i think they did that well, and sophie's transformation into grand high witch ultimate at the end after her haphazard side-switching was actually okay imo

now did it lead into a stupid-ass castle-crumbling rafal fight? yes. but at least agatha got to fucking STAB HIM WITH EXCALIBUR??? i was hyped. also i thought it was good that rafal explained how he corrupted good and made them vain, that was nice

would have been funny if they did the original book ending but i understand why that wasn't really feasible

overall: mid. that is my review. mid.

i had a good time watching it! i really did! and i read some reviews, and they're about what i expected (which is sort of disappointing but i'll live), but i had a good time and i think that's what really matters here

i'm glad that it wasn't boring and that i'm able to write so much about it and i'll be able to talk about it for a while and follow through on the production of THE SEQUEL THEY MIGHT MAKE LMFAOOOO

THE WORLD WITHOUT PRINCES SETUP????? I COULDN'T BELIEVE IT

hit my limit

[unsleepingtales]

I am home for passover so I might not get to watch the whole thing in one go but regardless it’s time for episode sixteen!!

I’m so excited to finally get some backstories!!

They all look Great today.

Oh! Fun!

Thank god they’re looking at her file

Kipperlilly loved her friends :(

SHE CAME UP WITH THE NAME 😭

Oisin and Ivy pitched the ratgrinders :(

Did jace fucking kill these children

Something happened in those mountains

When you start saying a thing.

You really do gotta honor the cock.

BEARDSLEYYYYY

A grim whisper of banana pancakes

OH MY GOD THEY WERE RIGHT I SAW SOMEONE POST ABOUT THIS THEORIZING THAT BOBBY WAS ONE OF SANDRA LYNN’S OLD PARTY MEMBERS FUCK

Sklonda x Sandra Lynn you will always be special to me <3<3

Return of the van!

Beardsleyyyy

That’s so cool. That tree thing is so goddamn cool.

If they’re fucking with Gorgug’s house I’m gonna be so pissed off

Gileariel baby real <3

Brennan thank you for reminding Ally to talk to Bucky

Did Aelwyn get another five cats. Didn’t she have ten.

Yayyyy Aelwyn’s back <3

Fucking brutal

(vaguely British accent) I’m Kristen

I love how IMMEDIATELY Ally went in on the simulacrum

Hey I cast legend lord on you and nothing came up. Yeah.

AnUs mention!

I love that we all know these details about how wikipedia sorts things

Brutal! Honestly! The Abernant sisters don’t pull punches!

This is a joint ☺️

One of my favorite things about watching the intrepid heroes is the physical comedy. It has definitely informed my physicality when rping and playing d&d

Bitchhhhhhh

Mastermind Rogue!

Hard cream soda oh god

Rizwalda 😭

Fascinated by the teacher evaluations. What mechanic purpose does this serve. Or is it just to immerse the players further in the school thing.

Second Kristen is straight because real Kristen thinks British people are straight

You need to respect my life!

Official date!!

What are you DOING

White knuckling control of the date setting

Yessss I love the pun

Ally’s thousand yard stare at the mention of the buzz saw

RIZ IS PAID FACULTY FABIAN REMEMBER THIS PLEASE

I love the chill music that plays when we see Mazey

Gertieeeee

He’s such a good friend

Brennan’s so good at the seething face

My bank tells me 😡

Corsicaaaaaa

They’re so married

Adaine’s little ice cream party what if I cried

Sandra Lynnnnn

I’m not very good at being a kid. Oh god. FUCK.

‼️BIDEN MENTION‼️

I can be competent because you guys are there when I need you 😭

Oh my god. Mothers and daughters and mothers and daughters and mothers and daughters.

It’s alliterative!!

Poly Zara! <3

I do actually love the reading of the comments

Liar. Frumpy. Wrong.

Damn alright I guess that’s all for this episode of dimension20

Looking forward to next week! I will have just gotten home from a concert that I will be going to after a transatlantic flight that morning and also I’ll be done with essays one way or another so I’ll be all kinds of loopy!

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #147

Today had a lot of stuff in it. I'm not even sure where to begin!! There were kites, and lilacs, and therapy, and good scenery, and...!!! And...!!! Oh!!! 😄🥰

Well. It's usually best to begin at the beginning, right? So… I went to therapy and told them all about the thing I did on Mother's Day. I told them all the context leading up to it, and all the similar struggles I've had in the past and about how I've been trying extra hard the last week to resist giving in to those struggles, and… my body was likely craving the endorphins that I wasn't getting because I wasn't doing that thing, and so it manifested in other ways. Whoops.

So the solution for the next time I struggle is not to resist giving in per se, but rather to be mindful and present and aware while it's happening, and to take note of my feelings and general state of being so that I can approach it from a place of curiosity instead of a place of shame. Apparently, when a person does that, it breaks the shame cycle, which then allows a person to stop doing the compulsive behavior. Suppose it's worth giving it a try!!

…It's really not lost on me how lucky I am to have a therapist who actually GETS me and doesn't judge me. It's not often that I get to go somewhere and speak, and feel like the other person actually understands me. Time with them is invariably refreshing, and they always have some useful skill or tool for me to practice on my own, until next session.

Most importantly, they're definitely not afraid to challenge my more... ah… self-effacing thought processes. I recall a few sessions ago, when I was confused about why someone important to me hangs out with me, on the basis that I am not anything special, and surely he must have better things to do than to hang out with some weird dyspraxic noodley dweeb like me. And they countered with, "But aren't all humans special and wonderful in their own way? And doesn't it mean that you're special and wonderful, too?" and… I couldn't logically refute the notion, because I am a human, and yes I do believe very strongly that all humans make the world brighter and beautiful in the way that only they know how to do. And they gave me this grin, because they knew they had me, and all I could do was laugh at my own silliness and try to change my perspective. I work every day on viewing myself with more compassionate eyes, one step at a time.

In any case, the one gentleman with the hair that looked like a dandelion poof was there today afterwards, and he stopped to chat! I wondered if he had ever tried bubble tea, and he has not, so we have exchanged contact information, and maybe we'll go get bubble tea someday!! He has been alive for 70 years, and has had many experiences and has his own areas of expertise, and I'm excited to find out what I might be able to learn if I sit with him and listen for a while! It'll be good!!

Then I got home and spent a few hours plucking more lilac blossoms from the greens; I got like 7 or 8 cups of blossoms, and there are still so many more leftover!

Once they're plucked, you have to steep them in hot water until it becomes fragrant. I like to put them on very low heat with a lid until it makes the house smell good!

(I still have so many lilacs leftover, oh my goodness!)

But this can take a while, and it was breezy, so J and I went out to try to fly the kites I got; I wanna practice before I modify that eagle kite; I REALLY don't want it to crash once it's ready. J and I took all sorts of pictures for you!

We spent a long time just being silly, trying to get the kites in the air:

(Why, yes, that is you in my pocket, with a little bow in your hair!)

...You might guess that after all that, I ended up falling down, dizzy and giggling, ahahaha~!

But then, after a while, we managed to get the hang of it; check it out!

J worked hard to get the eagle kite up. My circumstance was a little unusual in that mine was suddenly lifted high up into the sky with little to no effort on my part, and it stayed up for a very long time; I was surprised, and it was kinda weird, hahaha!

Br came to see us in this place, too!! By then, I was pretty tired though, so we just lied down in the grass and talked about various things while the wind played with our hair; it was wonderful!

...I also took some pictures of the scenery, just because I know you like nature...

...Oh, and I managed to snag a picture of a bird-of-prey that was actually pretty good this time!

Oh, oh, oh, and!!! Along the way, while we were flying the kites, I found three great big black feathers on the ground!! Aren't they so pretty?

Here's a better picture of them after I carefully washed them and smoothed them out. My hand is there for scale; they're HUGE!

They're beautiful and I love them!!! These went right into my feather box!!!! I was so happy!!! 😄🥰😁

...I hope you can see, with these pictures, that shiny black feathers like yours are beautiful and lovely, too. White ones are also nice. Feathers are just pretty; it doesn't matter what color they are. Yours, too, are good. Please try hard not to be ashamed of them, okay? Humans come in all shapes and sizes and numbers of limbs, and it's wonderful that you get to have a limb that's warm and soft and strong enough to let you fly. It's different, but that doesn't make it less. I hope you'll work on viewing yourself with more compassionate eyes; you can do it - just take it one step at a time.

Anyway, when we got home, the stewed lilac blossoms smelled SO GOOD:

I gotta strain this with a cheesecloth tomorrow and squish out all the water I can from the petals. After that, it'll be time to heat it up again and add sugar!! The result will be a syrup that tastes exactly the way lilacs smell!! I can't wait to put it in mason jars and give it to my friends!!!

...Sephiroth. I wish you were here. I wish you could fly the kites with us. I wish you could spin around and get dizzy and fall down laughing with us. I wish you could lie down in the soft grass and talk about various things with us. I wish you could look up at the sky, smell the scent of the leaves in the air, and enjoy the breeze as it ruffles your lovely hair. I wish you could try some of my lilac syrup in some freshly brewed green tea. I wish you can come here and see that you could be welcomed and wanted and happy. I wish you can see that you could belong. I wish for so many good and wholesome things.

...Please stay safe out there so that someday you can have these things, okay? Even if it's not at my house, you can have them somewhere if you're willing to heal enough to create these circumstances.

I love you. I'll write again soon.

Your friend, Lumine

[pluppsauthor]

OC Interview Tag

Thank you to @phoenixradiant for the tag!

Rules: answer the following questions in the perspective of one of your OCs!

Last time I did Jesse and Reven. Continuing down the line of Forsaken characters (they won't leave my head), let's do my favourite (and currently only) blind boy, Zenith!

Are you named after anyone?

"...No..? I don't think so. It's not worth going back to my family just to ask them that. The dead gods know I already can't stand them as is."

When was the last time you cried?

"I don't think I could say the last... time... I've cried. But as much near-death experiences and hell we go through, I think I've always handled it the worst. Maybe because I can't see the threat, I hold this higher sense of danger, and it just sort of... eats away at me from time to time. So I cry from being overwhelmed sometimes."

Do you have kids?

"Eh, no. I don't think I plan too either, not as of now."

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

"Sometimes. Dusk and Dawn are always so serious. A strategist and a commander? If I don't crack a joke or use some sarcasm, they're gonna become heartless. Maybe not, but you know what I mean."

What’s the first thing you notice about people?

"Their voice. What did you expect me to say? 'Their eyes'? No, but really, I pay attention to people's voices a lot, tells me a lot about their character."

What’s your eye colour?

*5 straight minutes of laughter* "Oh, that's a good one... Oh, you're serious? I don't even know what colours look like! I've been told they're purple, and that purple is unnatural eye colour. But I don't know what purple is! Or what a normal eye colour is!"

Scary movies or happy endings?

*Another minute of laughter* "You must not have written these with the thought of asking a blind person, did you? While technically I can watch movies, it isn't really the same. But as for scary stories and happy endings... scary stories are way more fun."

Any special talents?

"Well, I'm blind--That's not the talent by the way--see, despite being blind I can kind of... I can sense gravity. It's hard to explain, but think of it like this: Dusk can make light, Dawn can... do whatever it is she does with shadows, I... can sense gravity. Along with a few other things of course. I guess I also a have good balance and hearing. But I don't know if its better than the average person."

Where were you born?

"North City. Okay... well... I wasn't born in my family home. Okay, so my family's house was very close to the Titan Family's main building (in north city at least). Because of this, there was a tunnel connecting them for medical emergencies. My mother went into labour and... didn't make it. So, technically, I was born in an underground tunnel between my home and the Titan Family's main building."

Do you have any pets?

"My family was on the border of being considered rich. So we did have a cat, a real cat, while I was growing up. I don't know how those things still exist today seeing how many other animals went extinct."

What sort of sports do you play?

"I didn't really play any sports."

How tall are you?

"I don't know, can't really check. I've only been told, but last that I remember... 180 centimetres? Somewhere around there if that's not it."

What was your favourite subject in school?

"Ooo... art. No, I'm joking, I'm joking. Uh... probably music. Oh, maybe history, but only when they talked about myths and legends and stuff like that. Mostly music. I can play a few instruments, should I have said that in the talents section? I probably should have."

What is your dream job?

"Dream job... hmmm... I'm not sure. Out of the main trio, between me, Dusk, and Dawn... I'm the odd one out. Both of them both want revenge and to take down the families, and I don't really. I just want to help people, but as for a dream job... ... ...I guess, if it can be anything, some kind of artist. Preferably also with the ability to see what I'm painting or sculpting, or whatever it is I would do."

A lot tamer, considering... last time... Anyway! Tags! @tildeathiwillwrite, @kaylinalexanderbooks, @mk-writes-stuff, and open tag! ❤

Here are the questions!

Are you named after anyone? When was the last time you cried? Do you have kids? Do you use sarcasm a lot? What’s the first thing you notice about people? What’s your eye colour? Scary movies or happy endings? Any special talents? Where were you born? Do you have any pets? What sort of sports do you play? How tall are you? What was your favourite subject in school? What is your dream job?

[after-witch]

messages

I got a lot of lovely messages about my back pain at my first day of work so I'm answering them all in one post!

thank you for the kind messages & logical responses, I really really really really truly appreciate it when people take the time out to send something thoughtful to me.

under a keep reading!

Anonymous asked:

I'm not sure if it'll help at all or if you could use one, but there's some companies that make cushions that are portable (or semi portable) for office work and truck driving and stuff, they can help with bad chairs and back pain (I got one for my mom years ago after an injury, she quite liked it) (I'm so sorry if this unsolicited advice is unwelcome)

no it's not unwelcome! I have one for strapping into chairs that I got last year, but tbh I found that a rolled up pillow was better for my back, at least with the chair I have.

Anonymous asked:

hello Theo! it's okay to feel the way you feel after your first day. a new job is a very stressful experience and there's an element of shock, because you rapidly enter a new environment and are required to adjust to it very promptly.

I'm more than sure that neither your boss, nor your colleagues will be against it if you bring yourself a pillow to support your back to work. you can start small with a pillow, if you feel awkward about more significant adjustments, and then later negotiate a question of bringing a more comfortable chair, if you have resources. you need to be a special sort of asshole to start picking on your employee for a back pillow.

this is an immediate health need that should be met and an absolutely valid reason to request making adjustments on your workplace, doctor note or not. 1) the more comfortable you make yourself the more chances are that it will improve your overall performance; 2) from the employers's POV accommodating to the needs of an already on-boarded employee is better than going through the hiring process all over again.

I wish you all the best and I am sure you will do great once you adjust! sending you a mental hug

"shock" definitely fits… it's all very fast and just, jarring I guess?

I brought a cushion today and no one said anything. I did find out what I need to do in terms of requesting accomodations via an online FAQ (I didn't want to ask my manager so early;;) but I will need a doctor to fill out a form, so I have to wait until next month when I have health insurance.

Thank you for the kind words and logical thought process. I sometimes just need people who are not me, currently in hysterical emotional frenzy, to be like no, this is not a big deal, only assholes will care about a pillow and employer's would rather complete an accommodation request then find & hire someone new.

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Anonymous asked:

You absolutely should ask for accommodations this early. They hired you because they know you were right for the job, they want you there, so they will help make it easier for you. They are obviously nice people so ask.

You've been through alot of stress and anxiety recently so having that all build up on you after your first day is normal.

It's hard to not think negatively I know but don't let your brain spiral you until you have talked to them. We are always are own worse enemies!

It will be fine, you will be fine

It turns out I do need a physician to fill out a form so I will have to wait until next month when I have insurance. But thank you for the logical thoughts... I get so wrapped up when I feel negative emotions, I kind of lose myself in them. I brought a cushion today and no one said anything.

I have been really stressed & anxious and it's kind of like the Cherry on Top when something went wrong with my back. I'm always waiting for something bad to happen so to speak, when things go right... so when my back hurt so bad yesterday I was just like "Welp!! here it is!!!! right on cue!"

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Anonymous asked:

First few times I took a flight I dealt with horrible muscular pains the days after, the first few days I could barely walk each time. The reason why that used to happen to me, even though I thought I was relaxed and just sitting, was because I was unconsciously straining my muscles due to stress I wasn’t aware of. Eventually the whole thing became casual to me, so the stress and the pain went away and these days I’m completely unaffected.

Of course a condition such as yours might further exacerbate the pain, but as you get used to the new climate and process I doubt you’ll have to deal with it for months or years. It’ll become like sitting at home.

I think for sure, I was straining when sitting at the chair, because it doesn't have the same type of back (nor is it as wide) as my chair at home... so I feel like my back muscles were straining for hours and I didn't think about it. But also the chair is rather awful (other people were complaining about them, especially with it hurting their thighs!) so I hope I can get an accommodation request.

[royalwriteroftheuniverse]

Today is the day Andy Barber kills me

18+just incase warnings for The Purge mention of violence and killing knives gun serial killers death Andy being mean anger arguing fear from The Purge comments and replies welcome no reposting or publishing

I should have never gone out with him. I even if I broke up with him now it wouldn't matter somehow I know it someone would still come out after me.

"Honey?" I jumped as he put his hand on my shoulder. "I'm sorry you ready to go?"

"Yea," I swallowed hard.

"It'll be ok, just like last year. It's safe."

The DA's office has a bunker used for the purge. Large enough for the lawyers and families. Andy lied and said we got married in Mexico. Three weeks after we first started casually seeing eachother the founding father party was elected and 4 months later we were exclusive then 6 months later the purge was put in to law but 5 weeks before that Andy took me on vacation to a Mexico resort. I dont know why but he.. not not until the Purge. Everyone expected years for it to be actually put in effect. 3 weeks later the first one started. I had no idea the time frame it sounds insane because it is

I remember we were watching a movie I was laying sort of in his lap but on his side and there was breaking news that cut through.

My hand flew up to my mouth and I gasped.

Andy was silent and he couldn't move because of me.

"He stroaked my hair

"Andy I, I dont know what to do.I can't I am I supposed to get a gun. Don't worry baby, he kissed my hair. The DA office has a plan for us, families.

"Andy we're not.-"

"I told them we were his hand ran up and down my arm to sooth me. That's what the vacation in Mexico was for I said we got married there and weren't telling anyone. Only the mayor knows he was the only one who needed to know. I said we wanted it to be a surprise and have a party and ceremony that we can plan on our terms out way get custom rings and that you were being very picky wanting perfection" he kissed my shoulder, "DA gets his own special room." He wrapped his arms around me. "We'll be safe. You'll be safe."

"Andy why didn't you tell me? You should've told me." I didnt know if I was happy or mad or relieved or ... or I don't know what.

"I didnt think this would happen so quick it was a just in case. When the mayor told me it was just for families and I said my wife will be relieved. I didnt have time to tell you."

"You knew before hand and didn't tell me?"

I was shaking.

"Because I knew that this would happen. I didn't want it on your mind but-"

"Andy you didnt have to have all this on your mind all by yourself. You dudnt have to do that. Promise me you you won't do that ever again."

"I Promise."

This year our relationship was mine and then it recently had become bit more . Well, more than a bit rocky. And I don't know why but it is. And I saw Andy was hiding knives and guns."

" I'll maybe I'll stay here. Maybe it'll be-."

He looked me square in the eyes. Holding my shoulders.

"Baby well be in a steel reinforced room that once I press a specific code on the inside it can't be opened from the outside. Okay."

"Okay." And then I looked down. Now I know for sure- Today's the day that Andy kills me.

"Come on. We'll pick up some food and well be safe you'll see."

"Order whatever you want Baby ok."

I get some fried chicken a a meatball hero for Andy and I to share and a peice of cake. He insisted on paying because that was the deal we came to. If one of us insisted on taking the other out for a celebration than that one pays. Otherwise it dutch unless its an anniversary.

I knew he'd be angry about the price but I just didn't care.

And now we're locked away, in my steel cage. One last meal I guess .

"Ok what now?"

"What?"

"You acting like... this... you're crying and-what this isn't enough for you."

"I'm sorry. I'm I'll stop. I'm grateful from everything you've done for me. I truly am Andrew I hope you know thst."

"So why have you been so god damn distant?"

"Me you're the one who starts yelling half the time. You come home late and upset and I know-"

"You know," he chuckled "You know what you don't fucking now anything."

"I'm sorry I'm sorry um so sorry please Andy just. You don't have to do this."

"I don't hu. Because I think I do."

"No please."

"For the love of fucking God."

"Andy."

"No we are in here for 10 hours so, so yea were fucking doing this. What the hell have you been so upset-"

"Can I just finish my dinner first. Please." I sniffle.

"Fine fine fucking eat away"

"You should eat too" I say

He just scoffs at me

"I'm sorry Andy. But please just rethink this. I'll leave when it's over you do-"

"Stop telling me what to do."

I broke down crying hyperventilating

"I'm sorry I'm..... so... s...... sorry....eeee please Andy I swear. I will leave you'll never see me-"

"STOP" His eyes are closed tight.

"again please Andy I know I know it's but I know you you'll regret it you please-"

"STOP IT"

"I just don't want to die please don't kill me." I look up at Andy and his mouth is open and

His eyes are starting to become teary eyed. I guess he didn't think I'd know that he'd be able to...

"If you have to just please make it quick i dont want to be stabbed or shot multiple times please you owe me that much after everything we've been I know I won’t last until morning and

"What" a broken voice somes through. He bends down to me.

He reached out with his hand to touch my face and I tried to pull back. I did as far as I could. But the wall was behind me.

"Baby I would never, never hurt you. I'd never " his eyes were roaming around my face.

"Andy the knifes and gun I saw them all. I know its just us don't"

He wrapped his arms around me. Tight.

"They were for protection just in case. God forbid something went wrong. I'd never I know The case has been hard and I know I've been snappy and rude and I'm blaming you but I-I' never."

"Andy, you said we were safe in here."

"We are. But I wanted safe guards. You really thought I'd kill you?" He looked so hurt and I think betrayed.

"Andy we've been fighting everyday. Outside of that we barely talk. It feels like it's just yelling. We don't even sleep in the same bed anymore." I looked at the floor continuing, "I've been waiting for you to break up with me and then I realized the purge was comming."

"Oh sweetheart no I-"

He wrapped his arms around me.

"The case im working on. The women this man hurt all Young pretty brunettrs looked so similar to you. They could've been you. I just- the day I saw those phones I bought whisky and scotch and sat in the driveway and drank and cried. I because it so easily have been you."

"I remember that night you I thought you cheated on me you smelt like a whore house all sweat and alcohol. Why$d you stop sleeping with me.

"The first night I had a terrible nightmare. Just that it was you. That i walked into thr crime scene and it was you on the floor. The same thing the next day. "

"So that's why you were lying to me? Andy you promised not to keep-"

"It wasn't a secret. We decided that I should try and-"

"We? Andy you never talked to me."

"No this therapist I've been seeing."

"Seeing?"

"As a patient. " he sat down across from me. That I needed to separate my personal life from the case and my fears. I knew you are safe but they were so terrifying. And I wasn't sleeping and I'd snap at you... well you know. I was Half of me was terrified I'd get attached and end upnwith a broken heart again because we were yelling and if not that what if we have the wrong man what if you'd be next I'd never forgive myself. But the other half of me know we have the right man. He even confessed showed us where more bodies are burried."

"Oh God Andy" I only knew now that the public didnt know half of the story probably because of purge news.

"But even though he was in custody and you were safe from him And I was afraid I'd push you away with just my nightmares. Every night. I'm taking pills just to sleep im just. I also don't want you to see me like that like this. I ways carry a gun now and knives and

"Andy." I threw my arms around him.

I had no idea he was this scared about this his case. He usually talks about his cases and I figured it was a hard one but nothing like this.

"Andy look at me you. You are an amazing man

I am so sorry. I shouldn't have assumed you just cheating on me."

"No I'd never cheat I just couldn't handle the pressure of the case and I wanted to protect you from it but I guess I made things worse."

He looked so guilty.

"No Andy you made nothing worse.

I'm the one who just assume you hated me that is one me. I could've talked to you-asked."

"Baby you're sitting here crying because you were sure I was going to kill you. "

What was I to say to that? it was true. I was so sure of it.

"Yea but you fixed it. You finally opened up."

"After you cried."

"So I'm pmsing"

"No you're not you have bhtat 2 weeks ago."

"See you're not ignoring me."

"I was wondering why you were getting one of every favorite thing like convict on death row."

"Maybe we'll get lucky and he'll be killed in the purge orand then yiu and I take another long vacation hm? Or if not now then when the case is over. Or better yet you let your co-counsel set in because Andy this case is making you I dont know its not good for you. He confessed he showed everything theres no need for you to continue this as the lead prosecution I do not care what the mayor says so just how up on the last day you know the news will just be on the purge for the next month basically."

Andy was sniffling and moved besided me.

"Yea I think you're right."

"I'm sorry did I just hear Andrew barber say I was right- Have I died and gone to heaven."

"Well baby I guess I have to stop practicing my opening and closing speeches on you." He reaches for a peice of my cake.

"Oh no way that is happening I love learning tips and tricks to get people to do say and think whatever I want."

The rest of the time in the bunker we cuddle and watched TV I fell asleep in Andy's arms and I woke up on them too. I have never been so happy the purge was around.

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