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[thewinter-eden]

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Crack!Horror SKZ Series :

One shots. Dark comedies with gritty themes, satirical humor, and happy endings. These are meant to be STUPID and FUNNY, not imperative literature. Light or suggested romance, sfw. I don’t condone any of these behaviors btw.

Bang Chan - ANNOUNCED

You Live Like This? - home invader!Chris breaks into your home one night to rob you blind, only to realize you’re too poor to rob. Fear, threats against your life, light violence (no harm), concerned Chan, terrified but exhausted reader, Netflix.

Lee Know

That Your Man? - mugger!Minho holds you and your bf up in a dark alley one night, ready to give you the old ‘your money or your life’ routine, but when your bf pushes you into the line of fire so he can run away, Minho has second thoughts. Fear, Minho has a gun, attempted mugging (obv), asshole bf, coffee.

Seo Changbin

Blink Twice if You Need Help - stalker!Changbin has been following you for weeks. He’s looking for his next target, and he’s obsessed with you. While he’s watching you, however, he learns the secret you keep—you’re being routinely robbed by your addict brother. After watching this cycle of abuse end with you crying almost every night, Changbin takes pity. Familial abuse, drug addict brother, Changbin’s a repeat offender, satirical but definitive death of character, ice cream.

Hwang Hyunjin

Don’t Look At Me Like That - hitman!Hyunjin’s next target is you, the child of a foreign diplomat. But when he shows up to do the job and finds you ambivalent to the threat upon your life, he can’t help but ask what the hell is wrong with you. Terminal illness, asshole family, political enemies, death of minor character, kidnapping.

Han Jisung

You Called? - demon!Jisung is summoned by your friends during a drunken college party. They’re trying to scare you, pretend to summon a demon and then lock you in the basement until they decide to let you out, but then the demon actually comes, but he thinks your friends are jerks. Fear/comfort, edgy but soft Jisung, terrorizing of minor characters, truth or dare.

Lee Felix

All Ye Who Enter Here - ghost!Felix is said to haunt the abandoned mansion at the end of Blacktree Road. Legend says all who go into the mansion are never seen again. When you decide you’re sick of your friends being afraid of a literal house, you rise to the challenge and go inside. Spoiler alert, Felix is real, and he can’t believe you’re dumb enough to walk into a haunted house. Hauntings, killings, creepy Felix, light tormenting (no reader harm), tea party.

Kim Seungmin

Damn Puppy Dog Eyes - werewolf!Seungmin saves your life from a pack, inadvertently earning your unwavering loyalty, even though he’s just as much a killer as they were. Sometimes he can’t decide if he wants to wrap you up in bubble wrap to save you from your own idiotic self or dump your annoying ass back where he found you. Fear, attempted murder, werewolves hunting humans, reader makes dumb decisions, Seungmin’s gonna pull his own hair out, cuddles.

Yang Jeongin

Do You Need a Straw? - vampire!Jeongin is starving (thirsty?), and your best friend would rather offer you up as his personal capri sun than face her own doom. Jeongin takes the deal, but when he hunts you down, he knows you—you’re his older sister’s best friend, and you don’t take him seriously even for a second. Innie? A vampire? Okay, Edward, if you say so. Killings, blood, threatening, attempted murder, your friend’s an ass, Jeongin’s not good at threatening you, unplanned night swim.

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[sheriffaxolotl]

Rough Hands and Gentle Strokes: Arthur Morgan x Art Teacher

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Headcanons on if Arthur was to fall in love with an Art Teacher

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How You Meet

You’re teaching art to children in a small town when Arthur stops by to resupply. He first notices you when he hears the children’s laughter, drawn to the cheerful atmosphere of your outdoor class. Curious, he lingers nearby, watching as you patiently guide the kids through a drawing exercise. One of the children notices him and insists he join the lesson, much to his embarrassment. Despite his protests, your gentle encouragement convinces him to stay. By the end of the lesson, Arthur has sketched an awkward horse that earns him a soft, amused smile from you.

The First Real Connection

After the lesson, you thank him for his participation and make a passing comment about how rare it is to meet someone who sketches in town. Arthur’s curiosity gets the better of him, and he shyly shows you a few pages of his journal. His modesty about his work tugs at your heart, and your genuine admiration breaks through his guarded demeanor. The two of you spend the afternoon talking about art and life. Beneath his rugged exterior, you discover a quiet depth and a warmth that draws you in.

Balancing His Secret Life

Arthur doesn’t tell you about the Van der Linde gang at first. He says he’s a traveling ranch hand, not wanting to scare you away or put you in harm’s way. As your relationship deepens, he struggles with the guilt of hiding the truth, but his protectiveness outweighs his desire to be completely honest.

Discovering His Life

Over time, you start piecing things together—rumors in town and inconsistencies in Arthur’s stories. When you finally confront him, your heart sinks at the truth. Though shaken, you listen as he explains his complicated life. Despite your fears, you recognize the goodness in him and choose to stay, believing he’s capable of so much more than the life he’s stuck in.

Making It Work Around the Gang

Arthur visits you whenever he can, cherishing the stolen moments of peace you bring to his life. He’s careful to keep you safe, often leaving supplies or money behind for your art classes. You insist you’re not a burden, but he can’t help wanting to provide for you in his own way. If the gang’s activities bring them too close to your town, he warns you to lay low, even if it means not seeing each other for a while.

Gentle Encouragement

Arthur is mesmerized by your passion for teaching art to children. He doesn’t fully understand your craft, but he listens intently when you explain it, marveling at your talent. One day, a child gives him a drawing they made during your lesson, and he proudly keeps it in his satchel, carrying a piece of your world with him.

Sketchbook Bonding

One evening, Arthur hesitantly shows you his journal again, admitting it’s “just a habit.” When you praise his sketches, he feels a warmth he hasn’t known in years. You offer to teach him shading techniques, and soon, the two of you are sketching side by side under the stars, sharing a quiet intimacy.

Childlike Joy

Watching you interact with the children melts something in Arthur. Whether you’re showing them how to mix colors or encouraging their creativity, your kindness tugs at his heart. Occasionally, he joins in, awkwardly holding a paintbrush while the kids giggle at his attempts.

Creative Surprises

Arthur isn’t poetic, but he expresses his feelings through thoughtful gestures. He carves you a wooden palette engraved with flowers or brings you rare pigments he finds during his travels. Each gift is a quiet declaration of how much he cares.

Artistic Muse

Sometimes, you secretly sketch him while he’s focused on a task, capturing his rugged charm and vulnerability. When he discovers these drawings, he’s flustered yet deeply moved, secretly tucking them into his journal as a cherished keepsake when you’re not around.

Teaching Him Perspective

Your lessons on how art helps children “see the world differently” resonate deeply with Arthur. Slowly, he starts to apply this philosophy to his own life, finding beauty in small moments, even amid the chaos of the gang.

Tension Between Worlds

The weight of Arthur’s life sometimes scares you, and there are nights when you lie awake wondering if he’ll come back. Arthur wrestles with guilt, occasionally trying to distance himself to protect you. But you always bring him back, reminding him that you love the man he is, not the world he’s in.

Handmade Gifts

Knowing your love for crafting, Arthur surprises you with small tokens: a handcrafted easel, a leather case for your brushes, or flowers he’s picked himself. Though awkward in giving gifts, his sincerity makes each one precious.

Art as Healing

You introduce Arthur to the idea of using art to process emotions. While initially skeptical, he begins sketching moments that weigh on his mind, from memories of loss to serene sunsets. Your encouragement helps him find solace in his journaling.

The Children Love Him

Despite his gruff demeanor, the children adore Arthur. They rope him into art lessons, and while he pretends to be annoyed, he secretly enjoys their laughter. You tease him, calling him your “assistant.”

Escaping Together

When the weight of life becomes too much, you and Arthur retreat to a quiet meadow or lake. With your sketchbook and his journal, you find peace in the simplicity of nature and each other’s company.

A Shared Dream of Freedom

In your quiet moments together, you talk about what life could be like if you left everything behind. You dream of opening a small art school for children, and though hesitant, Arthur admits he likes the idea of a peaceful life by your side. While he rarely considers settling down, being with you makes him wonder what it would be like—perhaps helping you run a small art studio for children. Though he never says it aloud, the dream lingers in his heart, giving him purpose and grounding him amidst the chaos of his world.

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This is shamelessly self-indulgent, as I'm working towards my degree to become a teacher and stressing over assignments that are due. To destress for a bit, I ended up writing this. I hope someone enjoys it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

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[koalapastries-writes]

Right like so hear me outttt 😍 some of the younger drivers (all trans and lowkey sugar babies) with a boyfriend whose willing to pay for their surgeries (this is the exact same person as the very first trans driver ask 😇🙏)

hello and welcome back anon :D

i am so hearing you out.

idk how young you mean in the younger drivers category so i'm just gonna use a bit of creative interpretation here.

very mild suggestive content and references to sugar baby / sugar daddy dynamics, plus mild discussions of dysphoria

franco colapinto:

it's kinda novel for him, not needing to think twice and stretch a paycheque as far as he could

when you guys first started dating he was really hesitant to tell you that he was trans

felt very silly for being worried when you start researching the best surgeons available and how much they would cost

he's like heart eyes and everything

definitely loves sending you cute little photos on track

soooooo giggly if you send him money after and tell him to buy himself something pretty x

kimi antonelli:

at first he's kinda skeptical

maybe scared you're a chaser, maybe that you're too good to be true

either way

takes him a few weeks to realise that you're being genuine and really just want him to be happy and comfortable in his own skin

very typical you fell first but he fell harder

head over heels in love with you and wouldn't have it any other way

logan sargeant:

so excited

he's so ready to have surgery

logically he knows he should probably be at least a little bit nervous

but he's just so sick of being constantly dysphoric

when he wakes up from the anaesthesia he will absolutely demand a daily quota of at least one hour of cuddles

"for recovery purposes"

ollie bearman:

he's kind of conflicted about transitioning i think?

he's absolutely so tired of being dysphoric and insecure

but i think he might've been scared about what transitioning would do to his career

i mean there's a lot more (still way less than there should be) support for women in motorsports than trans people

when you remind him that you'd literally buy him a seat in f1 if you had to (ollie doesn't really want you to, but he appreciates the offer) it just gives him the confidence he needed to know that he still has people in his corner

and you'd go to war for him without a second thought

oscar piastri:

just stares at you and blinks a lot

he has no idea how to process that

yeah, he's your sugar baby—who cares that he's an f1 driver who earns more than enough to keep himself comfortable, it's the principal of it—and i think he genuinely enjoys sending you content and getting those little compliments with the transfer that comes after

if he's being honest the messages are more of a payment than the money

but when he tells you he's not up to sending anything because he's feeling dysphoric and you offer to pay for his surgery he kind of just

melts

i think maybe his favourite part of being post-op (after the initial recovery period) is sending you content again and you making sure he knows you enjoy it just as much

that's when he starts questioning if he's really satisfied as being just your sugar baby

[aettuddae]

HONEYCOMB — chapter 9.

— late november, 2013.

꩜ synopsis: the lavier-choi's, a french-korean family from seoul's elite that runs an electric vehicle production business, has been preparing to face a looming economic crisis that could crumble their empire, and it all takes a turn for the worse when, unexpectedly, their patriarch, who headed the company, suddenly passes away. at the news and her mother's desperate call, albany, the eldest daughter, is forced to abandon her life in paris representing france as a professional fencer and return to her homeland to face her mom's old-fashioned whims in order to help the family. amidst all the frenzy, the only positive thing she finds is that, after years, she will be reunited with her siblings and all the friends she grew up with, especially the yu family from across the street.

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seoul's elite children were a difficult species to deal with. mired in the hysteria of not having everything the world had to offer and the greed of possessing too much even so. convinced that they were the only ones who deserved proper treatment, that the rest deserved no respect, they were driven by the belief instilled by their parents, and possibly the rest of society as well, that they were the best this country had to offer, when in reality most were idiots with possibilities obtained in dubious ways.

when your parents had earned their money through hard work and raised you with dignity and care, it was hard to be an elite child among other elite children.

although not all the children in the choi family had the working principles of their parents, they were nice people, the kind of people who doesn't ask if you're high, middle or lower class before speaking to you.

albany enjoyed the facilities that life had given her, she didn't deny it, after all, without her parents' money she probably wouldn't have been able to dedicate herself to a sport as expensive as fencing, but she had never let it consume her head, never have her material goods been stronger than her moral goods. she wasn't the typical spoiled child who would do everything to keep her fortune, and she wasn't a capricious person either.

as she entered her teenage years she began to notice that she was the opposite of her mother. not everyone in the family could be different from the community in which they lived. during those times they fought a lot, among all the causes, the one that stood out was eveline's need to impose her beliefs and lifestyle on her daughter who did not want that for her and hated to obey her orders.

"albany dress this way," "fencing is not for ladies," "you don't have to help him, that's his job," "do you like any boys? someday you will marry a rich man."

the eldest of the choi daughters was not capricious, but she looked like she was when she constantly had to fight to maintain the identity she was developing before her mother's corrosive hurricane.

eveline was not a bad mother, albany had never lacked for anything and she always had her there when she needed someone to protect her, but she was a complicated woman who could rarely identify the things that others felt or thought. her whole life had been about trying to survive the robot that was her mother who seemed to have an unrelenting operating system with strict orders to hunt albany down and transform her into one of her own.

"you have to attend galas to get contacts and eventually someone to marry."

that was the most annoying one of all the annoying things that could come out of her mother's mouth. she and her father should have been able to distinguish albany's resistance to this idea from a simple tantrum, but her father, as good and understanding as he was, was always at work and her mother was unable to understand why someone wouldn't want to make the life she had.

her parents had met at the '87 seongbuk-dong garden festival. she was never sure if her mother loved her father, but he always told it so excitedly, how she was wearing a long, puffy light blue dress, with her blonde hair tied back and styled in a way that in seoul was not usually seen. he had heard that a new family had recently arrived from france and seeing her face while imagining her accent had only made him more desperate to talk to such a beauty.

her mother told all the stories without much emotion, even the one about minho's birth, which clearly thrilled her, was a bit bland when she narrated it. because of this, it was indecipherable when a memory moved her and when it didn't. she had said a couple of times that her father had come up to her and tried to flatter her beauty with a poor, awkward french, and she had chosen to stay with him because he was the most handsome of all the men at the festival.

of all the rich men at the festival, she chose the handsomest. intelligent woman.

for eveline it was the natural order of things because even when living in france that's what she was taught to do, but albany didn't want to get married, didn't want it at ten years old and didn't want it at twenty-eight. at first, she was just reluctant to the idea, until eventually, she was adding up reasons why she didn't see herself in that scenario.

starting because she didn't want to marry a man, obviously, which over time for society ceased to be relevant, leading her mother to pursue her and suggest that in modern times she could marry a woman if she wanted to. but it was more than that, she didn't want to feel that she belonged to someone, that her life depended on another person, she didn't want to be somebody's woman. she wanted to make a name for herself, to stand out on her own, to fulfill her dreams. her great and only love had always been fencing and it would be with this that she would marry, she had no intention of being a housewife or working in her family's company so she could provide for her partner, that did not excite her. the idea of having to neglect her goals for someone else did not move her. besides that, she had never loved something or someone as much as she loved her vocation.

"if i ever get married it will be because i loved someone else more than my dreams." albany used to say when she and jimin would discuss what they would do in the future.

and although she had loved people, never more.

it took a while for both her parents to understand this decision, until they got tired of asking her to find a wife and let her move to paris. still, when they wanted to send her to her first gala before that, albany made such a fuss about not attending, that she managed to put it off for two years.

the gala's. you dressed up in the most elegant gowns designed by the most important names just for you, and at your fifteenth you attended for the first time. they were events where connections were created, you not only looked for a partner, but also for friendships, future colleagues who could help you in the working and economic world. contacts.

the children arrived there with goals in mind, already knowing the relevant names of who they should approach. they had their heads washed by their families desirous of money and power, they were trained to look for the same and to use whoever they could get their hands on. there were exceptions of course, but most of the friendships they had now in their late twenties were fictitious, conventional because as children they were not taught to create genuine bonds.

at these events, which lasted for a six-month season, there were dances that you had to know by heart and if you didn't it was because you hadn't received the proper education, it was full of the sons with the most relevant surnames in the country. extensive tables filled with delicacies made by the best chefs, which tended to be albany's favorite part, classical music performed live, and decorations that looked like something out of a fairy tale.

they were beautiful, but boring as watching grass grow.

and albany wanted neither a husband nor more friends than she already had, so she refused to expose herself to so many unpleasant people in such a mediocre environment. once, when she was sixteen, she had such a fierce fight with her mother not to attend one of these, that she ended up locked up camping in her room with no interaction with the outside for two weeks, being fed by jimin who had the spidery ability to climb up to her window developed to perfection.

it was only when she reached seventeen that she agreed to attend her first gala, being of her class who later made her debut, thanks to the pleas of minho who by then had attended more of these events than one could bear. he swore he just wanted to see her make new friends and that it would be fun because he would be there with her, although years later she learned that their mother forced him to convince her. albany admired minho more than anyone else in the world and would do anything for him, so she agreed. they had a huge fight when he ended up not spending any time with her during the night, but they worked it out because in the end minho was just acting like an idiot man at twenty-one, and he apologized as soon as he realized how wrong he had been.

when she finally learned the reason why minho had begged her to attend her first of many gala's she ended up going to, any hard feelings left over from that altercation dissipated. more than anyone else she knew how hard it was to say no to eveline lavier.

her only condition for accepting that time was that jimin would accompany her. she wasn't willing to face a night like that on her own, even less so when she knew she would be heavily judged for being an older debutante than the others. so she convinced the yu parents to let little fourteen-year-old jimin be her plus one, and they agreed, mostly because the blackhaired would never have let them say no.

that night she was wearing a dress that eveline had sent a guy with an unpronounceable last name to design for her personally and jimin, who was not going as a debutante but as a chaperone, was wearing one of the dresses she already had in her closet for special events.

"what's the ugliest dress?" asked karina after entering the main hall with her arm tied to the older one's, scanning the group of people in extravagant outfits and hairstyles.

"jimin, it's wrong to ask that!" she slapped the hand she used to hold her. "but that brown one strikes me as an insult to fashion." she twisted her mouth in disgust, making the younger girl giggle as she pointed as dissembled as possible to a girl wearing garments with numerous ruffles of such a color.

"yes, it is ugly." she agreed in amusement. "but no more than that one." she pointed to a yellow one with a tail, both joining in laughter again.

they ignored all the dances that started on the dance floor, as jimin barely knew them and albany didn't care to remember them after not having practiced them for two years. they stood near the table and as slyly as they could they kept some food, as it was not well seen to eat away from the table, and then went to the patio of the place to eat while they chatted and joked about the event.

"i'm bored." warned the blonde, wiping her hands after finishing a piece of cake she had managed to hide and carry all the way outside.

"what should we do?" the other girl thought aloud.

they both kept silent as they contemplated the options the event offered, which weren't very flashy, and looking all around for something that was like a miracle. albany turned her head back and saw the bush entrance. in places like the one they were in there were always wide gardens to sit in or explore, in that specific one there was a short and narrow patio that connected to a beautiful rose garden that was strictly forbidden to enter during the gala, it was reserved for meetings during the morning and afternoon.

"jimin." she spoke with her eyes on the archway of leaves.

the youngest brought her attention to it to understand what it needed, and noticing her with her gaze wandering to the background, she searched for that which she was observing with her own eyes.

"oh." she vocalized as she found the target. "yes." she agreed, needing neither to explain anything else.

they quickly stood up, leaving the remains of what they were eating on the stool they were previously sitting on. they scanned their surroundings, confirming that most of the people were inside the room and outside there were only a couple who weren't paying attention to them. jimin took albany by the hand and began to take quick steps making the older girl follow her, heading to the place they had both set as their destination. the entrance was always open, hoping that people would behave and not pass by, but they didn't count on two best friends with nothing better to do.

they passed the archway and without letting go of each other began to walk through the dark, empty park. their phones had been taken at the entrance as to use the flashlight for illumination. it was barely visible as the walls of vines that enveloped the place blocked the city light and the moon wasn't particularly bright that night. as they wandered, something flew over the blonde, which, because it was night, she assumed must have been a bat. with the creature that had flown close to her and this realization of what it could be, the girl became upset and began to punch at the air, afraid that the animal had landed on her clothes. jimin tried to help her and calm her down, but there was not much she could do. not seeing well because of the darkness and the sudden movements she was making, albany didn't notice that the backward steps she was taking were leading her to a fountain full of water.

her ankles collided with the edge of the water and albany lost her balance. jimin, who was following her trying to calm her down, stretched out her arms with the intention of holding her, but didn't make it in time before the girl fell into the water. jimin covered her mouth in surprise and a little because she didn't want her to see her laughing at how stupid the situation had been, while albany finally stopped moving as half of her body was wet.

the blonde raised her head in search of some reaction from her best friend, who at first managed to hide it, but a few seconds later it was very obvious that she was laughing.

"hey!" she groaned as she noticed how entertained the younger girl was by all this.

choi, still submerged in the fountain, flicked the water in the girl's direction, but the splash barely reached her. in the end she could do nothing but join in their laughter. once they calmed down she showed her hands, wordlessly asking her to help her up, to which jimin agreed. the girl approached, grabbed the older one and when she was about to start pulling, she was drawn in the direction of the structure, without time to react to what was happening and resist, she fell on top of the older one, soaking herself as well.

jimin rested her weight on her hands, which she positioned on either side of albany's waist, and lifted her torso enough to be able to look at the blonde with shock, her mouth open in surprise, condemning her in her mind for what she had just done. she threw her body to the side, causing the water to jump and hit choi again, who, in vain, covered herself with her arms. once away from albany, jimin began to throw water at her, annoying her as a consequence of her actions, causing her to do the same and starting a war between the two of them.

after a moment, albany stood up as quickly as she could, her dress and hair in disarray and dripping, and then got out. she offered to help the younger girl to do it too and the latter, after looking at her with suspicion for a moment, accepted. once they were both out, albany gave her a mischievous look and jimin felt nervous about what was to happen, only to be caught in an embrace by her best friend who was completely covered in water and was now finishing wetting the parts of her that remained dry. she lifted her off the ground, shaking her body a bit, and letting her go finally, not before taking her face in her hands, pulling her close and leaving a long, loud kiss on her cheek, to which jimin pretended to vomit.

"thank you for coming with me, fée." she said sincerely.

"anything for you, bany." she gave her cheek a squeeze. "now how do we get back with our clothes all wet?" she looked down at herself.

"don't worry." a third voice suddenly joined the conversation as they were illuminated by flashlights, startling them. "we've already spotted them." reported with obviousness the head of events who was in charge of the gala and had appeared in front of them with two more authorities.

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[valentine-cafe]

˖⁺. “ think I need someone older . . . ” : 

﹙ divorced dilfs x reader ﹚. 𖹭 ݁ 

. . . dilf au !! 🍒 : ﹙  dilf!talisen  ˖ dilf!alessio ﹚

a world where streets are bustling with life in the city of elritea, we follow the story of zhào talisen & alessio arias. two ex-husbands in their fourties, that juggle between their stressful work life and their six-year old son, carlos. talisen being one of the world’s most renknowned english literature professors in the world. while alessio lives his life as a secret mercenary with various cover-ups to keep his kid and those he holds dear safe.

it surely would make things easier if the both of them got along. alas, if that were the case, they wouldn't have divorced in the first place. amidst this chaos, they need someone who can take care of their son every now and then, and make sure he is loved just as much like when they are home with him after their long days of work

𖹭. ps : inspired after 781 alessio and talisen 

﹙ cws ﹚: potential explicit content, depends on request ˖ dilf aspects ˖ broken marriage ˖ potential age gap ( depends on request ) ˖ sometimes alcohol use ( tal )  ˖  mercenary drama ( alessio ) 

﹙ receipts ﹚: requests are open for this au. any gender of reader is applicable as per usual simple state it in the ask.

﹙ alessio. ﹚. . . the mercenary, busy dad !! 🍓 : a man of many jobs, they call him. though in reality. alessio arias is a mercenary, who's been around in the business with quite the amount of years experience behind him. now in his fourties, juggling work and taking care of his ( irritable ) ex-husband's and his son — at least one good thing came out of talisen — he tries his hardest to be on time with carlos. however, it can get difficult with the random call-ins for work he can get. which means he needs someone who can be there on the clock when he has to leave his mijo. take care of him, maybe make some good food for him, and all-around be there so that poor carlos doesn't worry too much about his papa when he's out.

the more relaxed of the two. wants to make sure his baby boy gets whatever he wants to compensate for his own inability to be around as much as talisen.

   

﹙ talisen. ﹚. . . the professor, struggling dad !! 🍰 : stressed out, and in need of a break to simply be with his son. the tired english literature professor of the ecu top classes, zhào talisen, now in his mid fourties. Is trying to find the time to be with his son, carlos, more, or for someone to take proper care of him, unlike what he believes his ex-husband does. though it is challenging with all of the universities around the world asking for him to come to their conferences and talk about his experiencs as an elite in his field. Who will come to aid him? will someone please make sure his son is alright and knows how much he means to the world?

the more cautious of the two in every which-way. someone has to take care of carlos properly and not let him run lose. he should have filed for full custody. . .

 

﹙ rishen. ﹚. . . the dual babysitter !! 🍓 : a university student who went into the job of babysitting to earn some money to pay for the school fees. in the midst of his work as a babysitter, she finds herself switching between two particular divorced men, who have a son named carlos. two very attractive, divroced men - at that.

yet they do not know they have been hiring the same babysitter to take care of their shared son. all they know is that carlos is very fond of her and always ask when she's coming back to visit. rishen doesn't seem to mind too much.

[nelkcats]

Blob Meditation

It was no surprise that Sam had the worst temper among the three of them, Danny thought it was because she worried too much, Tucker thought it was accumulative stress. The thing is, nothing she did helped with calm her down, which was why she suggested her friends to leave her alone for a few minutes, she didn't want to punch them.

They agreed and Sam sat on the castle stairs, she was stressed about her parents, college and Danny's safety. She was thinking about how to get him to move with them to Gotham, where Jazz was working but Danny wasn't comfortable with that. He wanted to help as much as they did, and it was obvious he wouldn't be able to contribute anything if he moved.

The fact that he had to hide from vigilantes who never paid him any attention before also frustrated him.

As she was thinking, some blob ghosts came bounding up to her, she pushed them away and continued on, but they swarmed and enveloped her. In a few seconds all her stress was gone and Sam looked at the blobs in dismay, though they gave her an idea.

Frostbite commented to her that the Blob ghosts were relaxing due to the fact that they purify, negative emotions were part of that. Sam smiled and offered Danny his business idea, the halfa looked at Sam doubtfully but hesitantly accepted.

Soon there was a new business popping up in Gotham. A relaxation and meditation center run by a young man, although it seemed to have a confidentiality agreement if you became a member. Strangely, both Rogues and regular people were attending.

The Batfamily became suspicious and sent Red Hood to investigate. A few days later, Jason was a member and was as calm as they had seen him in years, not even angry with Tim or calling him replacement for a whole week. Bruce began to worry that he had been caught in some kind of mind control.

Sam was happy that the business turned out good, seeing the room full of Blob ghosts was not surprising, they all floated around Danny and his "clients" happily, she guessed they were feeding well, Danny also seemed happy to contribute something to pay his University and their shared department so everyone was winning.

[im-still-watching-anime]

apollo’s confidence in court: oh my god i’m the worst lawyer ever my client is going to go to JAIL because i can’t even do my JOB

apollo’s confidence outside of court: i’m the only smart one here, i’m the most normal guy in the world and NO ONE is doing it like i am, investigations are EASY, klavier gavin wants me carnally

[canisalbus]

Absolutely sending me that vasco sleeps butt fucking naked with his weird little Victorian doll boyfriend

Different strokes for different folks.

Vasco finds sleepwear kind of unnecessary and restricting. He doesn't insist on sleeping nude and can go to bed decently dressed if the situation calls for it, but if it's up to him and he's comfortable and in trusted company, he prefers wearing very little.

Machete gets cold easily and has weird body image issues, not being properly covered tends to distress him. Plus he has a thing for high guality garments and wants to look pretty or at least passably presentable even in bed.

[sophsun1]

Queer as Folk – 3.03: Doctors of Dickology

[softshuji]

yk people talk about how you can't heal in the same place you got hurt in and I believe that entirely. Because truth is, no matter how much internal healing I do, no matter how much I try to change my perspectives or do journaling or work or spend time with friends or do cute hobbies, all the time I have to come back to this house, and yknow something funny? this house is exactly where all the bad things happened in the first place. this house is where everything that still bothers me to this day happened so every day i am always aware that i'm coming back here, and not a single day goes by that I don't think about how much I hate this house. the four walls, the too small rooms, the issues with its structure, the fact that my dad has never fixed it up so me and my siblings are all crammed into this tiny box house like canary birds - the fact tbat my dad throws this same house at us every time we argue because he knows we have nowhere else to go. we have no family, no cousins no relatives and no money, and I don't earn enough to be able to move out just yet, least of all without my siblings. so no you cannot heal in the same place you got hurt, and while i'm living here i'm never going to heal either but where else can I go?

[black-and-yellow]

Wake up it's time for Hotel Dusk posting.

[coconut530]

GO FRENCHIE GO!!!!

[navree]

in terms of how pervasive the fanon perception of tim drake as this neglected/borderline abused child of the horrific drake parents who are the worst human beings to ever live, i think it largely comes from the fact that i would bet money that 90% of the people perpetuating it just didn't have two parents who both worked.

[martyrbat]

so many of you talk about the cruel adults in your childhood that negatively effected you and caused lifelong insecurity yet you're still perfectly fine with being that mean stranger to any kid that has the misfortune of existing around you and thats just really gross !!!

[alteredphoenix]

I'm honestly not sure why Kishimoto Masashi hasn't done any other stories that isn't Naruto (well, there's Samurai 8, but that ended up cancelled, and Boruto is...well. It's Boruto But Let's Disassemble Boruto's Dad's Canon Until Not Even The Atoms Are Left).

Compared to the high fantasy ninja-cum-borderline-modern-day-cyberpunk aesthetic, Mario was such a breath of fresh air. Maybe not as lived in as Naruto (because it's a forty-four page one-shot, and you can't really afford to waste time on making New York feel "lived in" in that many pages), but it's so grounded in reality that the environment and the foundations of the story are already set in place. It doesn't have to worry about playing with the Magic System or keeping its chronology from getting tangled up in retcons and deus ex machina. It's short, it's simple, and gets right to the point while leaving many of its other elements inferred and in the background.

[fayevalcntine]

Re-reading IWTV for more research purposes and I forgot that Louis gives some of the slaves the tasks of the overseer once he and Lestat settled in. His promises to them about being handsomely rewarded just reminded me of how show!Louis compliments himself about paying the staff at the Azalea better once he buys it off of Tom. I was also wrong about Lestat eating his slaves, but the details of this do feel like the show took note of them and placed them through Louis continuing to be a pimp even after he was turned.