#but i can't help it they mean the world to me

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pussyinspector!geto who uses two thick thumbs to spread your drooling folds apart, eager to watch the mess you’re making of yourself slip down along your slit.

Quick with a smile and a low hum of, “Such a messy fuckin’ girl f’me. All wet like this for what?” He’s so mean with the way he teases you, letting his warm breath slap against your parted pussy just to watch the way you twitch.

He’ll let his thumb glide down your opening just to collect that honeyed wetness that gathers against you. Practically drooling himself, his lips part ever so softly and his eyes take in that sexy trickle of wetness slithering against his skin.

"What am I gonna do with you, huh?" He'd whisper mere inches away from your cunt before dragging his eyes upward to get a look at your expression. Yet, to his dismay, you've got your hands over your face. How rude.

Frowning, your boyfriend redirects his attention back down to your hardly touched cunt that's just gushing in sloppy wet arousal. And with a slight cock of his head, Geto lets off a scoff, "Ohhh, I see. She's embarrassed today."

You keep your head all tipped back against the pillows and your hands remain over your face, lips parting with a heavy sigh whilst he shifts one of his hands over just to push his middle finger up along your slit.

"Sugu, you know I hate when you stare." You whine, a sound of which is cut off by that same finger of his slotting deep into your greedy hole with the filthiest squelch simpering into the air.

The smirk on Geto's face widens and he watches the way your pussy leaves his single digit lathered in filth, "Yeah, 'n I hate when you don't stare. You won't even look at me." He hums casually while easing his finger right back in and biting back a groan at how pretty your cunt looks taking just his middle finger.

You whine again. It's so annoying when he teases you like this--barely giving you what you want and staring at your cunt with that starved look in his eyes but never satisfying the desperation you know lays heavily on his tongue. Then he has the nerve to remove his finger from you entirely.

Following this motion with his index holding your lips open just to swat his thumb over your clit and again watch the way your cunt sobs so desperately for further stimulation.

You finally remove your hand from your face and look down at him, "Suguru." You tried to keep your tone as commanding as you could but you can't help the airiness that your voice carries when he's circling your clit so gently with the pad of his thumb.

Those gorgeous violet eyes of his flick up to you and he lifts his head a bit, "Yes, pretty?"

"S-Stop teasing me," You breathe out.

Geto scoffs and you feel his breath fan over your cunt again, "I'm not."

You've got a pout tugging at your lips but you try your best to glare at him and stop the shakiness in your voice, "Yes you are."

His brows raise a bit and he lifts his thumb away from your clit entirely, leaving you twitching a few inches away from his touch. "Oh, so you want me to stop then?" Geto taunts.

"N-No," There goes your whine again, which is quickly followed by a cocky smile from your boyfriend and him readjusting his touch on you.

Geto moves both his hands to your legs and spreads you even wider for him, holding your body in place as he presses his hips down into the mattress a bit more to soothe the throbbing ache of his cock. "Then what do you want, princess? Tell me," He requests all too sweetly.

Just as you open your mouth to reply, he's moving one of his hands back to your cunt again and prodding your entrance with his middle and ring finger. "I--"

"Speak up," Geto cuts off rudely, easing his finger into you again and watching the way your lashes flutter in satisfaction.

"That," You gasp.

Innocently, your boyfriend tips his head to the side as if he hadn't a clue in the world, "What? You're whispering." He tells you, pretending to not have heard you at all.

You roll your eyes a little and end up moaning out your next words due to the rude upward curl of his fingers inside you, "Your fingers-, fuck."

He chuckles at your reaction, "I said speak up, not sing to me."

Then his fingertips begin to rub right against that spot inside he knows drives you insane, feeling the way you gush around him and how deeply your pussy swallows him in.

You tip your head back again and groan, "You're so annoying."

"Even when I do this?" Geto scoffs, finally starting to fuck his two fingers in and out of you, "Does this annoy you too?" He teases, smiling like an idiot in love as he glances down to watch himself work your insides to tears.

Moaning, "Shut upp," You feel him tug his fingers out with a messy wet pop ringing into the air and when you look back down at him, he's already got his own fingers shoved into his mouth--sucking your taste off his skin with his eyes lulling into the back of his skull as he groans.

After his little whorish display, Geto pulls his fingers from his mouth and swats his tongue over his lips to savor your taste. Following all this with a knowing look in his eyes, "Shut me up, c'mon."

Which is how you ended up with your fingers weaving throughout his long messy black hair, his mouth clinging and sucking on your pussy like he was stuck. Suckling your taste deep down into his throat and moaning in between your weeping folds as he held your shaky legs apart.

This was his favorite part of "inspecting" your cunt, really. Y'know, diving in tongue first to feel and maybe taste anything different.

Your nails would scrape against his scalp each time his tongue seared graciously against your gummy walls, dragging your taste all around and into his mouth with his brows frustratedly scrunched up. Geto could never fully understand how sweet you were.

Once his tongue was on you, it was hard to get him off.

And you know this. That's why you keep your hand clinging onto his hair as you moan, "You wanted t-to do this ah, anyway."

Geto's lost by this point and his mind feels as though your taste was the only thing he could fathom properly at this moment. "Mmgh.. mhm." He moans like some slut into your cunt, "Fuck," He only ever breaks his lips away to slur his words out against you, "Gimme more."

"Sugu," You cry out, feeling your legs twitch to clamp around that pretty head of his.

"Louder, pretty girl," He'd grunt, full-on humping the bed as he eats you out. Something about feeling his cock rub so deliciously against the layers of fabric below while he gurgled that honeyed slick from your pussy into his mouth was absolutely blissful.

And then you'd try to get all bossy with him, furrowing your brows and breathily talking to him, "D-Don't tell me what to do while you're--"

"Hmm?" Geto cuts you off again, humming directly into you before lifting your hips up against his face. He was second away from flipping the two of you over because god he needed your pussy dragging all over his face at this point. "While I'm what?" He pants and lifts his mouth away for a second with strings of slick dripping off of his lips, "While I'm makin' you feel good?"

Instead of responding to him, you let out the most obscene sound you think has ever left your throat. To which you slap your hand over your mouth immediately because fuck was that embarrassing.

"Huh?" Geto looks up again and his whole face droops. Eyes growing desperate and tone dripping in need, he ends up whining himself, "Ohhh, don't do that. Lemme hear you."

You just shake your head at him and that only makes a very faint noise dance at the back of his throat. If you weren't so drunk on pleasure, you probably would've been able to catch the whimper he'd let out.

"No?" Geto frowns, holding eyes with you as he presses his lips to your clit, "C-C'mon, please?" Now that was a bit unexpected. Your boyfriend rarely stutters around you. Let alone beg you like this, "Lemme hear you say my name again. Please?"

That's the last plead he lets off before latching his mouth back onto your pussy, lewdly french-kissing the depths of your cunt while keeping his eyes on you. Those violet-shaded eyes were filled with so so much need. You'd have to be a villain to say no to that look.

Hence why you, unexpectedly, end up choking out his name when he dives his whole face in deeper--the bridge of his nose rubbing sinfully against your clit and jaw falling further open just to suck every drop of your arousal into his greedy wet cavern.

"Suguru, ohmygodd," You breathe out, head falling back once more and hand clinging onto his hair for dear life.

You weren't sure if you wanted to push him away or tug him even closer at this point.

Geto groans and you can feel him smile before he pries himself away just to praise you, "Atta' girl," He purrs.

Then your boyfriend quickly shoots a fat wad of spit onto your cunt and talks to (what he likes to call) her, "Now I wanna hear you say my name," He whispers, "Can you do that f'me?" Leaning down to press a kiss into you, just to mix his spit with the overall mess, "Yeah?"

You roll your eyes at his antics, "Sugu, s-stop doing hah-, that--"

Again, your sentence is cut short, this time because Geto's greeted your pussy with a mean slap.

"Shhhh, I can't hear my girl," He scoffs, rubbing those same fingers he'd just slapped you with all over your folds, "What was that, pretty?" He coos.

You wanted to roll your eyes at him again but it was kinda hard to when he starts ogling your cunt's next wave of throbs and twitches.

Smiling now, "Yeahh? You're about to make a mess on me, aren't you?" Geto purrs again, "Go ahead then, lemme see you do it. Put on a pretty show f'me, baby."

And while he's busy talking your cunt through his needy hand motions, you're losing your mind as your orgasm approaches. Back arching up off the bed, a string of moans flying past your lips, and legs shaking against his other palm, "Fuuck."

Geto nods once he quickly readjusts his hand and starts coaxing your orgasm right out of you, diving a rude three of his fingers into you and thrusting them in deep. "Uhuh, jus' like that," He whispers hotly, watching the way you're quick to coat his fingers in that gorgeous mess he was looking for. "Fuck, you're so sexy."

You don't even get a second to recover or breathe because without warning, Geto's snatching his fingers out of you as if he were jealous of them and then planting messy kisses all over your folds. Then he's slithering his tongue out and dragging it all up and down your slit, gulping your orgasm right up and throwing you into overstimulation.

"Sugu!" You gasp, now pushing on his head instead of tugging on it like before, "O-Okay, p-please," Your whines seem to fall on deaf ears for a while because Geto doesn't budge one bit.

He's normally not such a messy eater but right now he was lapping at you like some dehydrated dog and with the third push from your hands, you hear the way he whimpers. You taste so good he could cry--not that he'd ever tell you that...

Instead, he shows you (without the crying, for now) by placing his hands back on your hips and tugging you harder against his mouth. Shaking his head into you, grunting, groaning, and moaning. Geto was a lost man almost every time he ate you out.

And unfortunately for your poor overstimulated cunt, tonight was no different.

It takes you a looong while before you manage to push him off of you and snap your legs shut so that you can breathe. The only reason you were even able to being that he lost a bit of his strength somewhere throughout cumming in his pants.

By this point, both of you are panting and sweating like you'd just ran a damn marathon. Geto's the one to break the silence right after casually wiping his mouth off with his forearm, "So mean." He mumbles, "Pushin' me away like that."

Your words are a bit slow to come out but, you manage. "...You were trying to kill me."

Geto chuckles at your dramatics, "You could've let me continue for a few more minutes."

"I would've died," You shudder a bit, still clearly being ever the drama queen he knows you to be.

With a sassy roll of his eyes, "Just say you hate me." Geto huffs.

"You're so annoying," You reply.

He snickers but leans over to kiss your leg, "I love you."

You're a bit more calm now so you manage a sigh and a smile creeps up on your face, "I love you too, Sugu."

"Right so uh," He moves to scratch the back of his neck, "Round two?"

"No."

A/N: this was sitting in my drafts for SO long & I finally finished it, oml. Anyywhoo, join my 18+ discord server!! <3

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popstar reader wins an award and drew is the one who hands it to her? like they’re dating and he’s presenting the award she nominated for!q

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summary drew giving you an award in one of the categories you were nominated in.

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Tonight marks the Billboard Music Awards. You've been having a great time with your friends, watching performances, and witnessing award ceremonies. Most importantly, Drew came with you as your plus one, and he will announce the category for which you have been nominated.

Drew was given this opportunity at the time the nominations were first announced. This is crucial for him since he has always wanted to make an award announcement. Drew said previously, "Imagine I announce your name when I present the award."

"Y/N, I can't believe Drew is announcing one of the categories you've been nominated for," Olivia Rodrigo stated before swallowing her water. 

"Dude, tell me about it," you giggle, "I think it's crazy, and we talked about it today," you explain with hand motions.

The lights dim throughout the arena, indicating that Drew is walking on stage. Your face brightened up as he walked on stage with the envelope in his palm. 

Drew walks on stage, microphone in hand, with a confident yet slightly anxious smile on his lips. He's dressed in a fine black suit, every bit the heartthrob the world knows him to be, yet your eyes is drawn to the faint twitch of his fingers, a telltale sign that only you would see. He's nervous about you.

"This next award," Drew's voice echoes through the stadium, smooth yet with a tiny hint of something gentler, "is for Best Pop Artist⎯an award that recognizes not just chart-topping hits but the artistry, passion, and heart poured into every lyric, every note."

The audience cheered and whispered names with anticipation. Applause filled the arena as the screen displayed the talented pop artists that received nominations.

Drew's smile grows a little wider, a little prouder, and his eyes scan the audience⎯searching for you, finding you. "And the winner is..."

"I'm so nervous" you mumbled to yourself.

Drew kept a straight face as he opened the card, "Y/N Y/L/N!" He smiles turning the envelope around before clapping his hands.

The room erupts. Applause, cheers, a standing ovation from some.

Your jaw nearly falls to the floor in absolute shock. This all feels like a fever dream⎯waiting for someone to pinch you. Only thing you could do was put both hands on the side of your head as you lift yourself up from the chair.

When you walk on stage, your dress shimmers under the lights. When you reach him, he hands you the award and whispers, "I knew it, baby."

"I don't know what to say, guys..." you start breathlessly, a giggle slipping through as the audience quiets. "This is a huge honor, and I couldn't have done it without my amazing team, my fans who've supported me every step of the way... and," your gaze turns toward Drew for a moment, "to the person who's been my rock through all of it."

Drew and you will always support one another. It's known that you both don't show affection in public⎯behind closed doors or with inner circle. Fans are gonna go crazy with this.

After thanking those who helped you along the way and those who nominated you, you were escorted back stage. You couldn't take your eyes off the gorgeous award in your hand.

Drew approaches you with a gaze of love and appreciation. "I am really proud of you, and we will celebrate tonight with any takeout you want.

Throwing your head back in laughter at his final comment, "First, I love you so much, and who can say their boyfriend gave his girlfriend an award," he chuckles, "and I will gladly eat takeout with you."

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My Rooks Part 1.: Valrys Ingellvar and Canelo de Riva

Questionnaires behind the break

Valrys Ingellvar

1: Where in the Thedas is your Rook from? Nevarra City. However, they were likely born somewhere in the Deep Roads from Orzammar to Nevarra, but they have no way of knowing.

2: What is your character's alignment? Neutral Good

3: Race and class? Dwarf Warrior

4: If your Rook was a companion, where would they be found? Does this mean where in the Lighthouse? They'd have picked up and relocated that mirror of transformation first off. They'd also likely set up shop on the second floor of the laboratory. It looked like there was enough space up there for a dwarf sized bed.

5: What emotion did they usually pick? Affable.

6: What companion are they platonically close with? Their best friends in the Veilguard were Emmrich and Taash

7: Romantically close with? Lace Harding (somewhere in the background proud cries of "That's my wife!" can be heard)

8: Who are they suspicious of? In the Veilguard? None of them. They consider them all like family. They are the kind of person to give benefit of the doubt at first. But once you lose their trust, it is gone forever. They were and are still a little suspicious of Morrigan

9: Does your Rook get along with their chosen Faction? Yes, very much. They love each and every Mourn Watch member, especially their chosen parental figure VORGOTH and loves Myrna like a little sister

10: Are they proficient in playing any instruments? Nope. Not only that, they can't carry a tune to save their life

11: Weapon of choice? A maul. They really liked the one named Lawrence.

12: What is their orientation? I don't know if I have the right word for it. They're genderfluid but only interested in women (they love women so much). So I'm choosing to use sapphic.

13: What are their thoughts on killing? Is it a necessary evil or do they enjoy it? They like fighting but not necessarily killing. However, they understand they live in a dangerous world and it's necessary sometimes. They will try to come to a non-violent solution whenever possible.

14: What hobbies does your Rook have? They like fashion and history. And the lack of finding the clothes they want that fit them right (this is me being mad that even the robes in the game had pants) had them teaching themself how to sew and make clothes. It's my headcannon that in the future when they and Lace get married, they're making their own gown.

15: What NPCs do they like? Which one's do they dislike? I've already mentioned Myrna and VORGOTH but they also like Viper and Antoine and Evka. It's not that they have anything against the other faction leaders, they just wouldn't want to hang out with them much. They really liked talking weather with Karash.

They did NOT like Shathan. Yes, they understand she was struggling to understand Taash's identity struggles and did the best she could, coming around in the end. But they did not appreciate her telling them that "Taash was rarely interested in men" while looking right at them (and this is when they were dressed in the most femme outfit I had access to at the time, and a full face of makeup. They were serving looks) and never apologized for that. That whole conversation made them want to break things.

And they really hated Mythal (only time I've fought her so far).

16: Do they have a favorite creature in the Thedas? They love nuggalopes. It is a life dream to own one for a mount and or pet

17: Do they enjoy life as an adventurer? Yes. They love to learn. My plan for Valrys and Lace post-game is to go on journeys to find and compile Dwarven history into a compendium

18: What would your Rook be doing if they weren't recruited by Varric? Killing every Venatori that dared entering the Necropolis and helping VORGOTH with the hauntings they discover

19: How do you think they'll meet their end? By trying to reason with the wrong person instead of just fighting them

20: Would they side with Solas or fight him? They reluctantly sided with him. But they weren't happy about it.

21: What is your Rook's favorite ability? Deadly ground and Reaper. That Spirit Storm ultimate was amazing

22: What languages is your character fluent in? Other than Trade? Nevarran and somewhat fluent in Orzammar Dwarven but that's self-taught and hard to practice back home (they found a book)

23: What do they do after an absolute crisis? Smash so many things.

24: Does your character believe in the afterlife? Yes. They grew up around spirits. They know there is more.

25: What specialization best represents your Rook? Reaper no question...However, if berserker had been an option....

26: What animal best represents your Rook? An elephant: Strong, smart, protective of their own, great memory and generally pleasant unless you wrong them them they're gonna remember forever and make sure future generations know about it.

27: What was their life like before the events of Veilguard? As much as they liked it and working with the watchers, the Necropolis was starting to feel claustrophobic

28: Is your character the de facto leader of the party? Or do they consider someone else to be the leader? Yes. They were trusted with the job and they take it seriously. They have enjoyed bringing everyone together and helping people

29: If you could choose a different faction for your Rook, which one would they have joined and why? They'd probably enjoy being a Veil Jumper even though they're not magical. The history they'd get to learn about would fascinate them. They would absolutely refuse to wear those outfits. "No. They do nothing for my figure. I look like a lump of mud. Absolutely not"

30: What's your favorite thing about your Rook?

Aside from the fact they're just so good looking? I love how they just let themself feel whatever emotion it is they're feeling. They repress nothing. They're highly emotionally intelligent.

---------------- Canelo de Riva

Where in the Thedas is your Rook from? Born in Seleny, moved to Treviso at approx.16

2. What is your character's alignment? Hard to say. Likely a true neutral of the "heroic neutral" variety.

3. Race and class? Elf rogue, veil ranger

4. If your Rook was a companion, where would they be found? In the Wolf's Den

5. What emotion did they usually pick? Stoic

6. What companion are you platonically close with? He was bff's with Davrin and Harding (yeah I know. Why did I choose to hurt him like that?)

7. Romantically close with? Lucanis

8. Who are they suspicious of? He didn't trust Solas, Illario, and Invenci right from the get go

9. Does your Rook get along with their chosen Faction? For the most part. He is close with Viago and the real reason he was sent away from Treviso was for his safety. Canelo suffered a psychotic break thinking he'd found Antaam member responsible for killing his siblings and just went ham on them. Wasn't even aware of what he'd done until Viago told him. He likes Teia a lot as well. They do each other's hair.

10. Are they proficient in playing any instruments? Nope.

11. Weapon of choice? Longbow specifically the dauntless greatbow he named Jugular (his preferred place to shoot a target)

 12. What is their orientation? Bisexual greyromantic

13. What are their thoughts on killing? Is it a necessary evil or do they enjoy it? A job is a job, and being an assassin pays better than being a prostitute did.

14. What hobbies does your Rook have? He enjoys making his own arrows, including the knapping of arrowheads when he can find appropriate stone. He likes dancing and making beads for hair or jewelry too

15. What NPCs do they like? Which one's do they dislike? As stated above, Viago is very important to him, like an older brother, Teia too. But he likes Tarquin quite a lot, and they both grew up in a lower socioeconomic class. He is to no surprise no big fan of Illario. "I don't care if he's like your brother, mio cuore. He tried to kill you, had you imprisoned in a place where they tortured you. I am never going to like him." He is also no fan of the First Warden

16. Do they have a favorite creature in the Thedas? Dracolisks. He thinks they're awesome. "Lucanis, if you were ever thinking about getting me an extravagant gift...get one of these."

17. Do they enjoy life as an adventurer? He is the kind of guy who would have been happy earning an honest living as a hunter and continuing to raise his little brother and sister and being left alone, but life had other ideas. Adventuring really isn't for him.

18. What would your Rook be doing if they weren't recruited by Varric? He'd love to say still working for the Crows, but he is fairly sure Viago would have made him find other work outside Treviso. It was clearly not doing his mental health any favors, and the city was slowly killing him

19. How do you think they'll meet their end? Likely the way most Crows seem to. In a power grab

 20. Would they side with Solas or fight him? Oh he fought him. Every tragedy in Canelo's life could be traced back to Solas giving Corypheus that orb.

The orb explodes and opens the breach

Demons pour out of fade rifts

His parents are killed by demons on their way to Treviso to collect a shipment of spices to sell at their store.

Canelo is too young and doesn't have the brain for running the store, and it goes under. He and his two year old twin siblings lose the house and end up living in a hunter shack in the Tellari Swamps near Seleny. They do okay for about 2 years

Zenzera gets sick, and Canelo has to sell everything but the clothes on their backs and steal the rest of the gold to get them to a special healer in Treviso.

He cannot find a safe job that will let him bring a pair of four year olds along with.

Ends up becoming a sex worker to feed them, but never makes enough to get them off the street

A noble who had been tossed from the brothels for being too violent with the workers their decides to just quit paying for it and assaults Canelo.

This noble that Canelo kills in self-defense was Viago's contract. This results in Canelo joining the Crows.

The three of them are doing okay for a while.

Then the Antaam, who broke away from the Qun after the events of Tresspasser (Thanks again, Solas) invade Treviso.

Antam raid the market where Zenzera and Zafferano are shopping with some fledglings and are killed.

Canelo falls into a spiral of depression, PTSD, and heavy drinking until the above mentioned psychotic break happens and he snaps, killing those two dozen Antaam and wrecking the big plan that had been in the works.

ERGO- SOLAS AND HIS PERPETUAL FAILURES RUINED CANELO'S LIFE. THEREFORE, THERE WAS NO PEACEFUL RESOLUTION TO SOLAS' STORY.

 21. What is your Rook's favorite ability? Hurricane of Blades and Storm's Path

22.  What languages is your character fluent in? Trade obviously, but Antivan and Rivaini with conversational knowledge of Qunlat and Tevene. He's fairly good at picking up languages. Davrin and Bellara teach him Elvhen when they can.

23. What do they do after an absolute crisis? Go hide on the island with the laser that is floating above the Lighthouse Courtyard and have a good breakdown where no one can see it.

24.  Does your character believe in the afterlife? He wants to, but he's afraid that if it's real, he'll go somewhere other than where his family is. Or if he finds them, they will hate him for the choices he made in life

25. What specialization best represents your Rook? He took Veil Ranger, because it was bow focused, and that suits him just fine

26. What animal best represents your Rook? Jaguar- Quiet until they're not, death from above, solitary, master of tactical retreat (Canelo's tactical retreats come when his emotions are too big for him and he needs a safe place to hide and process them)

 27. What was their life like before the events of Veilguard? See the answer to number 20. It wasn't all bad. The first few years with the Crows were great. For the first time in over 5 years they all had enough to eat. When Canelo became a full Crow, he quickly earned a name for himself for being quick and efficient from far away, his contracts never even knowing he was there. Once the Antaam invaded though, it all fell apart

28. Is your character the de facto leader of the party? Or do they consider someone else to be the leader? Yes, but he'd really rather not be the leader. Someone has to do it though

29. If you could choose a different faction for your Rook, which one would they have joined and why? He'd make a good Shadow Dragon.

30. What's your favorite thing about your Rook? He's resilient. He's been served a tragedy buffet and yet, still going. Plus, underneath the stony and or sad exterior he's a lovable person who will lavish his loved ones with affection. Even ones who would REALLY rather he didn't (Viago).

Rook Questionnaire

inspired by @cassieuncaged's BG3 Character Development Questions but for Rook instead!

1: Where in the Thedas is your Rook from?

2: What is your character's alignment?

3: Race and subclass?

4: If your Rook was a companion, where would they be found?

5: What emotion did they usually pick?

6: What companion are you platonically close with?

7: Romantically close with?

8: Who are they suspicious of?

9: Does your Rook get along with their chosen Faction?

10: Are they proficient in playing any instruments?

11: Weapon of choice?

12: What is their orientation?

13: What are their thoughts on killing? Is it a necessary evil or do they enjoy it?

14: What hobbies does your Rook have?

15: What NPCs do they like? Which one's do they dislike?

16: Do they have a favorite creature in the Thedas?

17: Do they enjoy life as an adventurer?

18: What would your Rook be doing if they weren't recruited by Varric?

19: How do you think they'll meet their end?

20: Would they side with Solas or fight him?

21: What is your Rook's favorite ability?

22: What languages is your character fluent in?

23: What do they do after an absolute crisis?

24: Does your character believe in the afterlife?

25: What specialization best represents your Rook?

26: What animal best represents your Rook?

27: What was their life like before the events of Veilguard?

28: Is your character the de facto leader of the party? Or do they consider someone else to be the leader?

29: If you could choose a different faction for your Rook, which one would they have joined and why?

30: What's your favorite thing about your Rook?

[wchswift]

hiii there againn linaa!! i hope you're fine!!

ugh, i hate asking this but i can't help. i'm in need of some heavy angst and comfort 😭 please help in writing a HEAVY angst and comfort fic about old man logan 🙏😞 (i've had an argument with my bf but nvm not going to trauma dumping here)

— where it hurts the most

mdni 𖤐 18+ old man logan x reader

Logan pushes you away the only way he knows how—cruel words, distance, and a lie that cuts deeper than any wound. content! angst & hurt/comfort, heavy angst, emotional hurt, self-destructive behavior, arguments, confessions, soft comfort, angst with a happy(ish) ending, mentions of physical injuries (bruised/bleeding knuckles), emotional vulnerability. word count: 1.2k

notes: zayn hiii!!! I love receiving your requests, always feel free <3 and my apologies for the delay, really! I'm sorry to hear that and I hope everything is okay now dear, but know that my dm is always open if you want to talk, okay?? despite that, I hope you like it and that I do justice to your request 🫶

The fight is ugly. Worse than the others.

Logan is breathing hard, shoulders taut, veins standing out along his forearms from where his hands are clenched into fists. His eyes are wild—storm-dark, sharp with something too tangled to name.

You don’t move from where you stand. You’ve seen him like this before—worn down, pushing, clawing for distance like it might save him. But tonight feels different. The air is heavier, the silence stretching like a wound, raw and open.

“You don’t get it.” His voice is rough, a snarl that barely holds back a deeper tremor. “You never have.”

Your heart hammers, throat tight. “Then help me understand, Logan.”

But he just shakes his head. There’s something in his expression—something close to fear, buried beneath the anger.

“You wanna understand?” He exhales sharply, a bitter, exhausted sound. “Fine. I don’t love you.”

The words cut through you like a blade.

You're used to the "you should leave," "you deserve better." talk. But this, this is unexpected. You know he doesn't mean it, that it's something new to push you away for good, but you can't stop the pain.

Your breath catches. The whole world stutters to a halt.

“…What?”

His gaze flickers, jaw tightening—but he doesn’t take it back. He doesn’t soften. He doesn’t let himself.

“You heard me,” he mutters, voice low, dangerous. “I don’t love you. I never did.”

It’s a lie. You know it’s a lie.

But it still hurts. So bad.

You force yourself to breathe past the tightness in your chest. “Say it again.”

His nostrils flare, his fists trembling at his sides. “Don’t make me—”

“Say it again, Logan.” Your voice shakes. “Look me in the eye and say it.”

Something cracks in his expression. But he forces it down, swallows it back.

“I never loved you.”

The pain is instant, burning deep, settling into your ribs like something sharp and unrelenting. Your fingers twitch at your sides, nails digging into your palms to keep yourself steady.

He’s lying. You know he is.

But he’s also trying to break you. Trying to push you so far away you won’t find your way back.

And God, it almost works.

Your throat bobs, something sharp clawing its way up. You force it back.

“I don’t believe you,” you whisper.

Logan exhales roughly, turns away like he can’t stand to look at you.

“Don’t.” His voice is hoarse, worn thin. “Don’t do this.”

“Don’t do what?” You step forward, hands trembling at your sides. “Don’t stay? Don’t care? Don’t love you when you clearly—”

He moves before you can finish.

Not towards you—away. Shoulders stiff, back turned, head lowered. Like he can’t bear to let you see him like this.

Like he can’t let you see him break.

“I don’t want you here,” he mutters. “You should go.”

You inhale sharply, chest burning. “Logan—”

“Leave.” His voice is nothing more than a rasp. “Please.”

That’s what shatters you. The ‘please.’

You stand there, hands trembling, something cracking in your chest. Then, slowly, you step back.

The silence stretches, unbearable.

Then—

The door clicks shut behind you.

Hours pass. You don’t know how long.

You don’t know what makes you go back. Maybe it’s instinct. Maybe it’s something heavier, something impossible to sever.

But you find him exactly where you feared.

Collapsed against the porch railing, bottle shattered at his feet, blood smeared across his knuckles like he went looking for a fight and lost. His breath is uneven, his eyes dull and rimmed with exhaustion.

Something in your chest caves.

“…Logan?”

His head lifts slowly, sluggish. His gaze lands on you but doesn’t focus. It’s distant, dazed. Like he’s not all there.

A sharp inhale. Then you’re kneeling in front of him, hands framing his face, forcing him to look at you.

“Logan.” Your voice wavers. “Jesus Christ, what did you do?”

His eyes flutter shut. “Nothin’.”

Bullshit.

You glance at his hands—faintly trembling, bruised knuckles split from where he must’ve hit something. The bruises are already forming. He doesn’t heal like he used to.

You swallow past the lump in your throat. “I know what you were doing.”

A slow, shuddering exhale. Then, barely above a whisper—

“I don’t know how to stop.”

Your breath hitches. “Stop what?”

A pause. Then—

“Destroying everything I love.”

And there it is. The real truth, stripped bare and broken.

Your fingers tighten in his hair. Your own vision blurs. “You didn’t destroy me, Logan.”

“I had a dream.” His voice is hoarse, scraped raw.

You don’t move. Just listen.

His throat bobs as he swallows, still not meeting your gaze. “It wasn’t a good one.”

A beat of silence. Then he exhales, shaking his head. “It’s always the same. Always ends the same.”

His voice is quieter now, like he’s unraveling, like the fight has drained out of him.

Carefully, you reach out, your fingers brushing over his wrist—light, tentative. He doesn’t pull away.

It’s enough.

“You don’t have to tell me,” you say softly. “Just let me stay.”

Something in his shoulders sags, the last of his resistance crumbling.

He lets you guide him inside, where the air is warmer, where the quiet isn’t so lonely. Lets you press a damp cloth to his knuckles, cleaning away dried blood, gentle but firm.

His hands tremble when you hold them in yours. His fingers twitch like he’s torn between pulling away and clinging to you.

“I’m still here,” you murmur, your thumb tracing slow, grounding circles over his skin. “I’m always gonna be here.”

Logan exhales, something breaking in his expression. His breath shudders, and for the first time in what feels like forever, he lets himself lean into your touch.

Lets himself stay.

And you take care of him.

You ease him onto the couch, helping him sit, helping him breathe. He’s exhausted, the fight in him burned out, leaving behind something hollow, something aching. You run your fingers through his hair, slow and soothing, the strands coarse beneath your touch. He exhales shakily, pressing into the warmth of your palm like he doesn’t realize he’s doing it.

When you move to pull away, he catches your wrist. His grip is weak, but the intention is clear.

“Don’t go,” he murmurs, voice barely above a whisper.

Your heart clenches.

“I’m not.” You adjust, shifting so you can tuck yourself closer, wrapping an arm around his broad shoulders. He’s solid and warm and so, so tired. “I’m right here.”

For a moment, he’s still. Then, hesitantly, he leans into you, letting his forehead rest against your temple. His breath fans warm over your skin, uneven but steadying.

“I don’t deserve this,” he mutters, almost too quiet to hear.

You close your eyes, pressing a kiss to his hair. “Too bad,” you whisper. “You’ve got me anyway.”

A shaky exhale. His grip on your wrist tightens for just a second before going slack, but he doesn’t let go.

And in the quiet, in the dim light and the warmth of your touch, Logan finally lets himself rest.

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[sourcherrybites]

Silly billy scenario

Character: Bruce Wayne

Disclaimers: Maybe (absolutely) OOC. Some suggestive content. Arranged Marriage! Bruce Wayne. I talk about Bruce's chest a lot. Bruce is kind of a bitch but also a softie. GN! Reader. English is not my first language so my apologies babes. No proofread, we die like me after running for 5 minutes.

Word count: 424

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Plz reblog and follow or you'll make me and my doggo sad Submissions are open, and I'll try to make them as soon as I can, I haven't forgotten about you babes, just have patience. xoxo

Arranged marriage with Bruce Wayne but he genuinely wants to make the situation less miserable. he knows it sucks ass to be married off to someone you don't even know, so he wants to make you feel a bit better, for the both of you! If you're happy and well taken care of, he has the media and your family off his back. It's a win-win situation! So he looks up and researches everything about you, your personal style, social media activity, even your digital footprint because, why not? It isn't like he's getting married to the owner of the deep web, he just needs to know how to please and appease you

But he finds men, a lot of big chested, older, muscular men, (and women as well if that's what you're into, bless) real and fictional, and him, lots and I mean LOTS of pictures of him, either as Bruce or as Batman, and he is just... I mean... he is flattered that you find him attractive, that makes things a little less complicated, but it's a lot of pictures and a lot of posts about him, so he can't help but be between amused and uncomfortable. He feels a bit watched.

Okay, so he decides to ignore your fascination with men like him with him once you two get married, again, it's for the sake of appearances and his own mental peace. Bruce acts like he doesn't notice your eyes lingering on his arms a bit too long, like he isn't... not bothered per se, but not pleased either, when you tense as he stands close to you, like he can't basically read your thoughts about how just want to nuzzle your silly little face into his big, strong, hairy chest (HE HAS CHEST HAIR NO MATER WHAT ANYONE SAYS, SHUT UP) and forget about the cruel, cold world outside and rest between those wonderful pectorals he has and that would certainly fix all and every single one of your troubles, like he doesn't purposely sleep really, really close to you when he comes back from patrol.

Like he didn't grow fond of you and your small habits, of your squeamish nature, like it isn't entertaining to see you tweaking like that one Dobby video when he comes out of showering or just exists near your presence, like he hasn't begun to memorize your expressions, big or small. You have become that one piece of what's closest to normalcy to him, and he makes an effort to act like he hasn't started to love it.

©sourcherrybites 2025

[cosmerelists]

Should You Copy These Cosmere Characters' Homework?

[Teacher voice] Of course, you should NEVER actually copy someone's homework, but... if you WERE going to copy someone's homework and you happened to be in the same class as these Cosmere characters, would it be a good idea to copy their homework in particular?

1. Dalinar: No

You tried it once. Dalinar told you that it's okay to fail sometimes, as long as you do better next time. Then he patted you on the shoulder and walked away. It was a little bit infuriating.

2. Elend: Yes

You know Elend's the smart kid in school. And he does kinda like to disobey authority too... As long as the teacher is a jerk, you should be safe asking Elend to help you pull one over on her.

3. Nale: No

Nale not only won't let you copy his homework, but he's telling the teacher you tried.

4. Renarin: Yes

If you ask Renarin if you can copy his homework, he'll end up helping you finish the homework instead. Not what you asked for or expected, but hey. At least it's done. The weird part is that he seemed like he was expecting this...

5. Painter: Sure

If you venture into the oddly dark corner where Painter is sitting and ask if you can borrow his homework, he'll say something like, "So...you were desperate enough to come to me?" But actually, his homework is pretty okay. He didn't pour his heart & soul into this assignment or anything, but that is a solid C right there.

6. Breeze: No

Breeze was kinda hoping to copy your homework so, you know, it's a little awkward now.

7. Siri: No

Siri also didn't do the homework. She's doing it right now, as fast as she possibly can, and she doesn't really have time for you at the moment.

8. Tress: Yes

Tress will want to help out, and her homework is gonna be in good shape, too. She also told you that she noticed you've seemed extra stressed and sad lately, so she made you this blueberry muffin. Y-You just met her last week!

9. Taravangian: No

There are only two ways this can play out. Either he says yes right away but the homework is horribly incorrect, or he says no and you just know that homework is perfect. There's no winning with this guy.

10. Shai: If you can afford it...

Shai has several copies of the homework, each different. Seriously, different handwriting, slightly different mistakes, different food stains....It's downright elaborate. She does charge a lot of money for one, though.

11. Steris: No

Steris' homework is done. It's perfect. But she's not gonna let you copy it, so.

12. Adolin: Yes

Adolin's homework won't be perfect (for one thing, he can't read), but he'd still be happy to help out. It's probably kinda correct, right?

13. Vivenna: No

I mean, you can try, but she's keeping it covered and glaring at you with a truly terrifying expression.

14. Kaladin: No!

You'll give the poor guy a crisis of conscience! He'll want to help you because you're in need, but he won't want to help you because helping you would be cheating. Don't do that to our boy.

15. Shallan: Sure!

Shallan studies hard, and she doesn't judge. Just...ignore the weird drawing in the margin of the many-headed beasts consuming the world. I-It probably means nothing!

16. Moash: No

Moash will give you all the wrong answers. He'll happily fail this assignment if it means taking you down too!

17. Jasnah: No

The look she gives you when she calmly asks, "Oh, did you not do the homework?" will haunt you for weeks. It's just not worth it, man!

18. Sarene: It's risky...

With Sarene, you never can tell whether her homework will be pristinely correct...or whether she'll give you the most ridiculous joke-answers that will make your teacher hand back your paper with that really sad frowny face on it.

S-She still got 100%, though! Did she give you decoy homework??

[sneepity-snoop-snorpity-sneep]

I'ma be real with y'all, I don't think America's massive size and the financial costs of travel are the biggest contributors to the attitudes we have here that make other countries go like

the provincial thing is honestly a fair statement, in the same vein as holding americans who voted for trump accountable - there are bigger reasons for both, but that doesn't minimize how much a lot of americans cultivate and maintain their ignorance to feel more comfortable.

I'd say more legitimate things to mention when talking about american's very self-centric attitudes towards global happenings are things like: the US media deliberately keeps up the image of the United States as a strong, independent world power who don't need no allies, aka the fact that when other countries send us aid in natural disasters or other Big Uh-Ohs, it generally isn't reported by large news outlets. I never knew for years that multiple people, both individuals and organized efforts by various other countries, would send aid to the US when we'd be hit by big hurricanes, fires, and other bad shit

the other day a coworker and I were talking about the recent swan-dive of relations between america and canada and they scoffed at the notion that canada has a military too, and that they also participated in conflicts like the mess in the middle east after 9/11 - But I can't disdain my coworker that much, cuz I didn't know this either until very recently. I'll bet you most americans don't know about the Article 5 collective defense clause NATO has, which was only ever invoked once, on America's behalf after the 9/11 attack, and had multiple countries sending troops to Afghanistan alongside US forces. Canada specifically sent out over 40 thousand. the US as an entity does nOT like to acknowledge when foreign aid has been helpful, and just that kind of 'we pretend we do not see it' attitude does a lot of quiet heavy lifting to influence american attitudes towards the international community.

Additionally, although its more common now than it has been in the past for americans to watch movies and tv from overseas, I'd guess most americans still mostly only watch media centered around american culture, or at least western, english-speaking media (Harry Potter and the Sherlock series are two non-american examples). Now, that's a little weird, considering how much of our media is marketed and consumed around the globe. the US has a LOT of soft power, but we don't import fiction from other places at nearly the same rate. So you end up with this weird correlation between a lot of folks overseas having some idea of american culture while the americans in question have very little exposure or knowledge of anybody else's culture

i mean I've come across quite a few pointed threads or comments online from people overseas about how entitled and aggravating american tourists can be, and I think this is part of why: americans are deliberately presented with a POV that centers them, while not addressing the interconnectedness of modern life in a first world country, and a lot of folks just don't have the curiosity or feel a need to investigate that. add to that the fact that america doesn't really push learning second languages in schools, and many americans won't ever travel overseas, AND that we only share borders with 2 other nations so we don't get a lot of land-based travel from other countries like you see in europe, and its not really all that shocking that the american people don't really grasp how the US fits in to international politics and going-ons

none of this is an excuse. honestly I think the best you can hope for from some americans if you call us out for this is a "well I never actually thought about it all", which is a pretty lackluster defense (i mean, all the moments for me personally where I went "what was i thinkin- oh wait I didn't think" have NOT been my finest), and unfortunately for a fair portion of people, there's a dependence on this worldview and a resulting emotional backlash when its challenged. Basically when a population is propagandized as much as the US is, realistically you don't get a bunch of doe-eyed innocents who mean well but don't know any better, you get a population with a high percentage of people who hold onto said propagandized image as part of their identity and act like ASSHOLES to any info that doesn't fit what they've already been told

its not that the americans you think of when you imagine the ignorant, entitled americans couldn't do/be better - its that people WON'T try to be doing better than they currently are if they believe 'better' is what's in front of them right now so there's no need to improve it

[auroralwriting]

west coast finnick odair headcanons

finnick odair is definitely a west coast boy. maybe not cali born, but cali raised and a cali boy at heart.

finnick is a fabulous swimmer. he was definitely a high school swimmer turned casual swimmer-surfer

this boy would live in the ocean. you probably wouldn't be able to get him out even if you tried. he would pout like a puppy

"finn, it's getting late."

"but the sunset looks so pretty in the waves!!"

"it's getting cold."

"not if you stay in the water it's not."

would love the outdoors in general

hiking would probably be his main thing, but i could also see him biking too

insert cute hiking dates here!

would definitely have an instagram page just for his activities. pics of him surfing, hiking, sights he sees, he just can't help but stop and take a pretty picture

SANDALS. GALORE.

this man would have literally so many pairs of sandals. probably not flip flops since he would be so active, but he would definitely have a lot of sandals specifically birkenstocks, but also probably sketchers ones too

"finn, are you ready to go?"

"almost, just picking out my sandals!"

fifteen minutes later

"finn just pick the blue ones! you always pick them anyways."

marine biology major

living in cali, he would probably intern at an aquarium but not sea world. i think he would hate sea world for all their controversies

he would probably info dump about the sea and different sea creatures, especially if you were to encounter them in the wild

PROUD JEEP OWNER

he would have the nicest black jeep, always riding in the breeze, playing his music proudly

ice cream runs!

"babe! do you wanna stop and get ice cream?"

"uhm, duh."

everything in his life is coastal themed

no really. scented candles, hand soaps, cologne, decor, aesthetic

his walls are cream or blue, pillows white or blue, maaaybe if you lived with him he would throw some of your favorite colors in, too

bath and body works would hate to see finnick coming

he also would own probably around 5 tee shirts and just a few long sleeves and hoodies

its california he does not need it

however, early mornings and late nights can be cold, so i imagine him as a zip-up jacket wearer

he would definitely chew the tassles (or used to depending on if he could break the habit) and would looooove thumb holes

he'd also probably love you wearing his jackets more than he does

"are you cold?"

"no..?"

"you look cold."

"i promise i'm-- and you're taking off the jacket" **said with nothing but love

rosie would definitely be his dog in this universe too

i mean come on look at the picture above. you know finnick would be head over heels for that dog and would probably get her three different dog beds, a dozen toys, and several types of treats

probably clothes, too

i also feel like finnick would match his swim trunks to your bathing suit

pink? he doesn't care. flowers? hell yeah.

as long as he can look at someone and say, 'look! my girlfriend and i are matching!" it doesn't matter what pattern or color they are

he is a true, hardcore h2o and outer banks stan

HE WOULD TOTALLY MAKE YOU SEA JARS

also a very good seashell collector

he'd probably make you jewelry out of them through some diy youtube video

i feel the need to go on but this is becoming insanely too long please always remember me as west coast finnick girl okay bye for now! also this is so very inspired by @daisyjonesgf and one of her asks <3

[dimonds456]

"Perhaps he may yet prove his worth to me" headcanon

I have So many Ford thoughts about this era of his life, here is only a sliver of my insanity FGHJSD

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ID: a bunch of Discord screenshots showing a single user rambling about Stanford Pines from Gravity Falls. User Dimonds456 has their profile set to the autism eyes Stanley image from Lost Legends. Here is the full transcript of everything they said:

Listening to Hana's Ford video at work again today (the 5 hour one) and something they were talking about in it I kinda wanna elaborate on. The line "perhaps he can still prove his worth to me," to me, is a line that I think Ford both does mean and doesn't mean at the same time, and the reason why is. sad.

To me, this is Ford realizing he's got no way out, right? Like, contacting Stan is part of his last resort plan, the one he had to switch to once he was given the 72 hours before his life- and the world's- came to an end

Like, let's be real: the plan "I'm gonna go back up to the caves to where I first discovered Bill and hope and pray there's an answer there" REALLY ISNT a plan

Hope and pray isn't a survival strategy, but that's where Ford is at rn

Every other plan failed.

Project Mentem takes too long to encrypt, and more than likely wouldn't stop possession anyway. It would just prevent Bill from seeing Ford's thoughts and memories. Might provide some protection, but not enough.

The Bill Proof suit he isn't mechanically knowledgable enough to actually make effectively, and he doesn't know McGucket is still in town

He can't go down to the basement else risk the possibility of Bill possessing him, and if he tries to dismantle the portal, as we see in TBOB, there's a good chance Bill will just fucking torture him over it

He doesn't know about the Cipher Wheel at this point, or if he does, doesn't believe it'll help. And even if he did, he doesn't know enough people or enough about people to know who he needs

He doesn't know about using a metal plate/tinfoil hat

He couldn't get access to unicorn hair, so the barrier is out(edited)

The caves were his last resort

At this point, he knows there's a good chance he's going to die. All he can do is make sure the world stays alive after the fact. But that doesn't mean he wants to. He is fighting Bill tooth and nail, holding out for as long as he can, despite the knowledge that in 72 hours, he is going to die.

Or, if not die, he's going to be blind and subjected to Bill's every whim

To me, the "perhaps he can still prove his worth to me" line is him clinging to the one last thing he DOES have control over: his emotions. And he's choosing to be angry because anger is a better emotion to feel than fear or anxiety

Cuz at this point, his entire world has been flipped upside-down, right

Bill was evil

Fidds was right

He's second-guessing his decisions about Stanley

He writes, in code, "have I been too harsh [to Stan] all along?"

Like, over the course of a couple days/a month, his entire view of the world and how it works has spun WILDLY out of control

He can't change the fact that Bill is evil, he can't change the fact that Fidds was right, so in a desperate act to cling to the one thing he has control over, he continues to take it out on Stan, cuz that's all he has

It's PEAK learned helpllessness

He has to have been right about something.

Cuz otherwise, he's the worst. And no one wants to feel like that, especially while being tortured at the hands of a demon and trying to protect the goddamn world

So he both means it, since I do think that came from a genuine place (his anger at Stan over the project), but also doesn't mean it at all (he knows Stan has worth but is too Regina George to admit that right now)

It's also why he was SO QUICK to bring that up during his and Stanley's fight

Again, he's clinging onto that anger as hard as he can

He had to cooporate with Stan to try and get him to take the Journal, but as soon as it looked like that plan was gonna fail, he started flipping out, both from stress, fear, anxiety, and from his anger he is refusing to let go

Again, Ford isn't dumb. He knows he's running on borrowed time at this point.

And something about knowing your life is either gonna end soon, or you're gonna become disabled and toyed with for the rest of your life, would mean he's not thinking rationally

ON TOP OF the lack of sleep and clarity

Does this make sense FGHJSKD

I'm pushing my learned helplessness headcanon on y'all SO HARD I'm not even gonna lie GFDHSJK

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[pushspacetocontinue]

"Hopefully she'll surrender before we have to use more violent means," Leofric said, "Or at least we'll be able to disarm her and leave her without her weapons. Without them, she won't be able to do much from the tower and would have to come down if she wanted to assist."

Simon made a note of that. He was going to be more than ready by the time they put this plan into action.

"That, that sounds good, good to me," Russell said.

"Yes, it's effective and covers ground quickly," Leofric agreed, as he observed the map, before nodding, "I feel I'd be more effective on the ground with Rook. William will most likely be better with us on the ground as well."

"I'm willing to be part of the climbing team," Antonio offered, "As much as I would love to help protect Sorellina, I am more suited for climbing."

He was a cat after all.

"You should join us," Travis said, "We may seem a bit intimidating but we'll see you right, and that's true. We can give you plenty of eye candy too."

Russell decided he wasn't going to say anything about that. But he looked over the map again, taking the mental calculations.

"Two, two and, and a half min-minutes max," Russell said, "I, I might be able to, to shave it down, down to two if, if I really go, go all out and, and work with en-enough, um... agi-agility."

He seemed fairly sure about that.

"Oh I can't wait indeed," Bill growled back at Ratchet, dropping his voice, "You know why? Because you're a nasty little pest that the world would be better off without. I'm not even going to bite you. You know that? I'm just going to tear your head off your neck and throw you in as crab food, and even then, I think they'd be repulsed at the very sight of that revolting husk you call a body. Your obituary will only say that you were born and then died, and not even a single person will cry."

Bill then moved back, smirking when Rook kicked Ratchet in the side. Before the then started to drag Ratchet across to where he needed to be for the target practice, making sure to really scrape Ratchet's face against it as slowly and painfully as he could, and using another tentacle to stop him from trying to lift it for good measure.

Leofric gently held a glowing palm over Rook's hand as Bill started to get Ratchet hung upside down once they got to where they needed to be, while Antonio temporarily removed the suggestion of Ratchet no longer having a certain appendage, only to start convincing the man that he was going to be shot with a bunch of nails.

"Even better, we're not going to give them time to rescue Crosshair."

Using the information they had gathered, Willow went ahead and started highlighting a possible path. Red and blue were picked for their teams while green was used for the targets.

"The drone will be taking off from here." Willow said, marking down the spot, "Once it's in the air, we're going to split up with one team moving to the tower while the other will have to circle around and approach from this direction. If timed correctly, they will be caught unprepared."

The map displayed the path as Willow went along with additional coordinates popping up above the holographic buildings.

"We can safely assume that Erica will be climbing the tower."

"Yep!" the elf confirmed.

"I will be joining as well while Rook will be front and center with Leofric, of course." Willow paused, before adding a shortcut leading back to the main group, "Russell, how long do you estimate would it take you to cover this distance?"

Lucien adjusted his grip on the nerf gun, "At this rate, you two are going to persuade me to sign up to a gym."

"That could be fun! You get to meet new people!" Erica said, "There's plenty of dudes with big muscles and all that stuff you like."

"You do make a good point." the half fae replied.

Ratchet flinched when he felt the claw graze his skin. What a shitty situation he was in. Yet, he couldn't stop his big mouth from making it even worse.

"You can't wait to do that, do ya? I bet that number Five did on you still burns." He sneered, "You looked utterly pathetic that night, my guy! I can't believe you still have the guts to show your face around here!"

Ratchet's ranting was abruptly cut as Rook kicked him in the side.

"Imbecille." she spat, "Let's hang him up. He'll scream until he passes out."

With that sorted, Rook made her way to Leofric, showing her bruised knuckles.

"It's nothing major. I just punched Ratchet in the face without gloves."

[itsabouttimex2]

Vital question- who out of the lmk cast would get cuteness aggression with y/n?

Cuteness Aggression

Sun Wukong is the original cuteness aggression sufferer. He has thousands of tiny monkey friends, and every time they do something cute, he has to fight for his life not to compress them into fluffy little carpets. He settles for aggressively patting their little heads instead.

But then, in general, all the show's monkeys (minus MK) would have this, manifesting mostly as "If I rub my face on you really really hard you'll smell like me and everyone will know that we're troopmates!" while only occasionally drifting into "I'm so fucking excited that I'm going bite you, sorry about the blood."

Also, if one little FFM monkey thinks you're so damn cute that you need nuzzles and bites? Every monkey thinks that you need nuzzles and bites. Pray that your rabies shots are up to date.

But for Sun Wukong especially, I think there's kind of this want to fill the loneliness in his life with a cute Y/N, even if it means picking them up and squishing the living daylights out of them. And the squishing isn't so bad until your bones stop popping and start straining to the point they may well snap.

Lots of kisses, too! If you've got fur he'll definitely kiss it until it's horribly ruffled out of place, and then he spirits you off for a long, loving session of grooming!

"You can't leave yet, bud! You look like such a mess! Aw, c'mere... let me fix you up..."

Hey, remember that thing I said about biting? Yeah, Macaque does that. Oh, so much biting. He's not even trying to be mean here! He really just stops thinking and leans over to take a chunk out of you because- you're Y/N! You're cute! The cutest, even! The very cutest in Megapolis, and maybe the whole wide world around! How can he not have a taste?! He just wants a quick bite! You're too adorable to resist!

Once he gets used to having you around it'll slowly taper off into mild nibbles and the occasional impulsive lick, but the need to be carried to the bathroom and patched up slowly fades away and is replaced with more basic forms of affection like sneaking into your bed at night and crawling into the bathtub and asking for help to wash his fur once you're done screaming.

Basic forms, not normal ones.

"Oof, Y/N. That's, not looking too good. In my defense, I didn't expect to cut that deep... oh well, guess I'll have to kiss it better~"

Yeah, I don't think anyone is gonna be surprised to see Mei here. Come around her place in a dress with lacy frills or pop out of the bathroom in a fluffy onesie for a sleepover and Mei's draconic brain overloads and bluescreens, and then she's right up on you, cooing and squealing and falling to her knees to beg for an album's worth of photos.

As best she’ll express her gleee through high-pitched noises and vibrating in place like he’s buffering. At worst she’ll consider indulging in the urge to violently shake little creatures before going to take a breaher because she wouldn’t be able to live with the guilt.

Screaming, and so much of it. “LOOK AT IT! LOOOOOK! Y/N DO YOU SEE THE PUPPY IT HAS A HAT.” She always stops just short of actually blowing out your eardrums, but damn if she doesn't come close.

She’s not the most aggressive, but damn if she isn’t the loudest.

Red Son would rather die than admit it, but he absolutely suffers from cuteness aggression-especially when it comes to you. He claims to be above such “foolish displays of emotion”, but the moment you do something even remotely adorable, his hands clench, his jaw tightens, and the flames in his body spark uncontrollably as he struggles against the overwhelming urge to combust from sheer affection.

Aside from you, the only thing Red Son truly finds to be “cute” are… well, small, fragile things. Little sputtering machines skittering at his feet. Itty-bitty mutts begging for scraps. Kittens misjudging jumps and smacking headfirst into the walls.

If you’re cute, that means you’re fragile, and if you’re fragile, that means the world is far too dangerous for you to navigate alone. So obviously, he has to escort you everywhere, with a firm grip on your wrist (or your entire body thrown over his shoulder, depending on the situation) because gods forbid he actually just hold your hand like a normal demon with a massive crush.

[howi99]

The nest chapter 1

(a "prologue" to from the nest)

13 years ago

Raven: *rubbing her eyes with exasperation* For the last time, Qrow, i won't come back. Summer is happy, Taiyang finally has someone who can be there for him-

Qrow: *cutting her* And your daughter won't know who her real mother is. *Sigh* I'm not even asking you to come back under Ozpin, but don't you think she deserves to know you exist?

Raven: *rolling her eyes* And for what? So that she can be connected to me? So that if someone wants to hurt me, they can go after her? *Shaking her head* No, she deserves better than this. I might be the one who birthed her, but summer is tenfold the mother i could ever dream to be.

Qrow: *annoyed* How can you be sure you'd be that awful of a mother if you only spent a year with her? You were so happy when she was born, so what changed!?

Raven: *glaring at Qrow* What changed? Nothing changed! *Gritting her teeth* We are Branwen, Qrow! *Taking a deep breath* You might have forgotten, but do you remember why we went to Beacon in the first place?

Qrow: *scoff* To learn aura to become stronger-

Raven: *slamming her hand on the table* No! That's just the excuse we used to leave! *Tightening her fists* We were supposed to change this place! To try finding something else, ANYTHING else, that we could do, instead of pillaging village after village, scrapping by like starved dogs! *Sigh, exhausted* But decades of violence can't be erased by just us two.

Qrow: *sigh* Ray-

Raven: They were dying, Qrow. During our time at the academy, we forgot how hard it was for our family. *Looking back at her brother* I can't leave them to die for a war i never heard of, for the interest of the same people who killed our family without a care in the world!

Qrow: *snapping* Then maybe they deserved it! I can't remember a single good thing happening in this god forsaken tribe! All i can remember is training all day and killing innocent people!

Raven: *grabbing him by the shirt* I KNOW THAT ALREADY! BUT DO YOU THINK THE KIDS DESERVED IT TOO? I-

4yo Jaune: *entering the tent, looking confusedly at Qrow* ... *Shaking his head, focusing back on Raven* Train me!

Qrow: *looking at the kid, then at Raven multiple times* ... Who- *focusing on Raven* Does Taiyang Know-

Raven: *sigh, releasing him* He's not mine, that's just Isabelle and Jacques's son. He keeps coming to my tent even when i kick him out.

Qrow: ... You kick him?

Raven: *rolling her eyes* Not literally, i'm not our dad!

4yo Jaune: *walking towards Raven, hugging her* Aunty, train me!

Qrow: *shocked* A-Aunty!?

Raven: *Blushing slightly* J-Jaune, today i really can't teach you. G-go play with Vernal-

4yo Jaune: *frowning* But she's mean! She keeps bullying me because she's taller, i want to defend myself like you!

Raven: Jaune-

4yo Jaune: *star in his eyes* Like you did when you helped those faunus against the grimms!

Raven: *sigh, patting his head* Can you wait 10 minutes then? *Smiling gently* I just need to finish talking with my guest, ok?

4yo Jaune: *turning to Qrow* ... *Wince* He smells like the meanies you threw out of the tribe.

Raven: *chuckle* I know. Now, move along, i'll be there in a bit.

4yo Jaune: *beaming* Ok! *Leave the tent*

Qrow: ...

Raven: *sigh* Those kids don't deserve the life we had. I know you think they aren't worth it but-

Qrow: *sigh, shaking his head* No, you're right. I spent too much time away from here, i completely forgot about the kids... *Frown* He seemed malnourished.

Raven: *looking down* His family is too big. Seven sisters... it's a lot of mouths to feed.

Qrow: ... Have you tried teaching him how to forage? That might help him a bit, along with the other kids.

Raven: *small smirk* What do you take me for, an idiot? He may look weak, but i can assure you that he's a lot better than before.

[revolutionsingingintherainnn]

Kavi did you see that video of Oscar trying snacks in Abu Dhabi? He tried karak chai and it didn’t even make the podium, lowkey hurt my feelings 🥲 then I remembered this gora pakora lived in the UK and probably drinks that weak British version of tea… anyways now I’m thinking of desi!reader just arguing with him over being uncultured bc wdym you don’t love karak chai!!

uncultured ☕︎

⏾ op x desi!reader ⋆⑅˚₊

⏾ fluff ⋆⑅˚₊

masterlist ☾☼

"what do you mean you don't love karak chai!!" you say, throwing your hands up in disgust. oscar, stretched out on the sofa, looks up at you with a faintly puzzled look.

"i just… don't get it," he says, shrugging very slightly. "it's… really strong. and milky. and… spicy?"

"spicy?!" you splutter, appalled. "it's not spicy! it's… warming! comforting! it's like a hug in a mug!"

oscar raises an eyebrow. "a very intense hug," he grumbles under his breath.

"you're just uncultured," you say, crossing your arms. "you wouldn't understand. it's a desi thing."

"uncultured?" oscar asks, a smile in his voice. "i've traveled around the world! i love all kinds of foods! i just… don't really enjoy karak chai."

"that's what an uncultured person would say!" you say, walking back and forth. "it's like… it's like not liking paella in spain! it's a sin almost!"

oscar chuckles. "alright, alright, i get it. you're extremely enthusiastic about tea."

"enthusiastic?" you snort.

but maybe… maybe you could show me? teach me? indicate the error of my ways?"

you raise an eyebrow at him doubtfully. "joking?"

"no, no, seriously!" he affirms. "i want to learn. maybe you can brew me a cup, the way you do it. maybe then i'll get the magic."

you consider this for a moment. it's a wild guess, but just maybe, you might be able to convert him. "hmm," you say, running your chin over your thumb. "alright. but don't say i didn't warn you."

oscar grins. "i'm willing to take the risk. but if i still don't like it, you have to admit people have different tastes."

"fine," you concede. "but you're going to love it. just you wait."

at last, you pour boiling tea into a mug and pass it to oscar with bravado. "behold," you declare. "the karak chai that shall change your life."

oscar takes a reluctant sip. he closes his eyes for a second, taking in the aroma and the taste. you hold your breath in expectation of his critique.

he blinks his eyes open, frowning thoughtfully. "hmm," he says. "it's. actually pretty decent."

you smile. "i told you!"

"it's still very strong," he continues, "but… i can see what you're saying about the warmth and the comfort. and the spices are… interesting."

"interesting?" you repeat, feigning hurt. "they're magical!"

oscar chuckles. "okay, magical. but i still wouldn't say i'm a convert. but… i'm certainly happy to try it again."

you smile. "that's all i ask. one cup at a time. soon you'll be begging for it."

oscar grins. "we'll see about that. but in the meantime… thanks for the. cultural experience."

you grin back. "anytime. just remember, i tried to save you from a life of unculturedness."

and as the two of you settle back into the sofa, each with their drink of choice, you can't help but feel a bit superior.

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i hope you like this! im sorry it took me so long to write this! i have been taking a bit of a break recently! this is my prompt list, so y'all can select a number, give me a driver and i will write it as soon as possible! i also have a google form for a taglist if anyone's interested! you can sent in your requests here :)

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[sturionic]

Thank you for your posts on the situation in Canada right now. Honestly it's been messing with my mental health to see the absolute radio silence from the (progressive! leftist! people I thought would care!) Americans I follow. I get that they have a lot on their plate but the silence has been seriously depressing. Seeing your posts get notes and get circulated helps my anxiety a bit, I just want Americans to care about this and be aware of it.

Oh, anon. I wish I could gather up you and all the existentially terrified Canadians in my notes and take everyone out for beers. The background anxiety is high, isn't it? There was a broadcast emergency alert in my city recently - it was an Amber alert - but all my groupchats and our local subreddit lit up with people saying their immediate reaction had been 'is it an invasion?' My 70-year-old aunt called me up recently to talk about whether she should get her PAL. It's bizarro world. It's messing with all of our heads.

That's exactly why I made this post. I thought maybe my American friends weren't saying anything to me about this situation because they didn't care, or felt too awkward to bring it up. Over the last week or so I've learned that actually, almost none of them have any idea. Their media is just straight up either not covering it or the reporting is egregiously skewed (LOOKIN AT YOU NYT!!). In a way, that does mean you can be heartened - your American mutuals actually would probably care very much if they had a meaningful way to sort out "51st State" 'jokes' from the fifty thousand other demented 'jokes' they're being bombarded with every week.

Americans also generally don't - and can't - understand the constant low-level hypervigilance that comes from living just across the world's longest undefended land border from the world's largest & wealthiest military. They have no idea what it's like to watch another country's every move and wonder about the ramifications to their own country. How could they? They're the country everyone else watches.

Anyways, all that to say. Keep talking about it. Don't assume Americans don't care, just assume they don't know. Stand firm that there is no room anywhere for the words "just a joke." Threatening another country's sovereignty even as a joke should actually be a massive political scandal all on its own - any country would be right to take it deadly serious for our own safety. We're not obligated to try and translate MAGAese like they do. We're allowed to take their politicians' words at face value and act accordingly.

Stand firm, be patient, know your feelings and anxieties are correct and allowed. Most of all, take care of yourself. Make what plans you need to, and foster kindness and community (not hyper-nationalism!) with your fellow Canadians. Tumblr Canadians, you're all always welcome in my asks or DMs even just to vent🍁Hâle-toi une bûche!

[fantasy-anatomy-analyst]

I hear some stuff about writing that doesn’t have believable or meaningful cultural differences when it comes to fantasy settings/cultures, so i want to ask: what exactly makes a culture meaningfully distinct? what differences in a culture make sense, or lack of differences that don’t? just like where do i start with all that it seems complicated

Disclaimer that I am a white american, so like I don't think im an expert on this lol a lot of other people probably have more to add with actual personal experience in seeing their own cultures crop up as bastardized fantasy cultures, possibly mixed up with a few other cultures as well. I am opening this up to my followers! Please add your opinions!

The first thing to note about fantasy culture is that it can be difficult to create a new culture entirely from scratch without taking ideas from real cultures, because of course the only references we have are real world human cultures! So step number one in writing a new cukture is to give yourself some grace, because you're going to end up with some details that might seem similar to any number of real cultures, and that in itself is not inherently a bad thing. It's not appropriative, for example, to write a fantasy culture that has some important dances involving some form of costume with masks. This concept alone can be found in several real cultures around the world because people like to use music and dance and costuming in order to tell stories, some of which even have religious significance.

But if, say, you find yourself directly referencing more specific real like cultural dances in this category, copying their styles and even taking the stories they tell with those dances, you should probably step back and rethink it.

A personal example: there is a dance in the opening chapters of my current story draft. It is an orcish funeral dance, in which a raven-like bird is shown guiding the spirit of the deceased person to the afterlife. Costumes and masks are used in this dance. But I also know that the real life Native American cultures in my own area have raven dances that tell specific stories about a sacred raven figure. So when I design the dance costumes and try to describe the dance in my story, i do my best to avoid copying real life raven dances. Am I perfect at it? Absolutely not. But I am trying.

And it helps to build up your fantasy cultures as whole interconnected things, not just disconnected pieces of things that seem cool or only support one or two plot points and have no other impact.

But I think maybe am diving in a little too deep too quick here, so let me back up.

I interpreted this ask at first about making fantasy cultures distinct from real world cultures, but the other interpretation is making fantasy cultures distinct from each other within their settings. Which is equally important!

For example, while in fantasy it is useful to kinda lump your people groups up as species (elves have elf culture, orcs have orc culture) it is also a good idea to vary them somewhat (elves from location A have a different culture than elves from location B, even though they share the same cultural ancestry and have more in common than they do with orc cultures)

Making these cultures meaningfully distinct, to me, means they feel organic and alive and not like cardboard cutouts reusing the same stock ideas every time. Which is not to say that you can't use the same ideas that are commonly used with things like elves and orcs, but that you should explore deeper and figure out what you personally enjoy about those fantasy folks and then expand on it.

The thing about culture is that it affects every aspect of people's lives. So your fantasy cultures also need to do that!

One common example I see is worldbuilding that has a surface level attempt to make a fantasy world modern and feminist by just having some female deities and putting female characters in leadership roles. But then immediately under the surface they're still using very patriarchal and sexist details that line up with exactly the real world they've grown up in. It's a lack of deeper thought. What does it actually mean for these fictional people to worship a goddess? Why if they're ruled by a matriarchal figure are they still degrading the role of motherhood and treating women as lesser than men? And why does the female protagonist feel like a #feminist not-like-other-girls girlboss from a Twitter thread? (This one is a major pet peeve of mine, can u tell)

Hmm I feel like i am saying an awful lot but I don't know if I have actually answered the question.

Let's go back to "how do I start?" Because I think that is the most important detail, right? Where do you begin to write distinct fantasy cultures that isn't just a list of "well here is some stuff other people do wrong" or "don't copy real world cultures".

Start with two groups of fantasy people. They don't have to be related.

What are their physical traits? Are they human or something else? What environment do they live in? What resources are available to them?

With those resources, what can they make? What do they eat? How do they gather the resources they have access to?

What do they consider to be important? How does thus affect their social structure? Their form of government? Their spiritual beliefs? Do they value wealth? How does that look for them?

You'll want to explore several different cultural topics and connect them back to these central questions. Some important topics are clothing and accessories, transportation, architecture, cuisine, and entertainment.

If your two people groups live in separate environments and/or are different species, it will be easier to create unique distinctions between their cultures. But if they are the same species in the same environment, they may share some cultural foundations and differ more in things like spiritual practices and social structures (like government). The important thing to keep in mind is that the details of their culture will effect every part of their lives, so you need to create consistent rules for how to write them.

Also, people who interact with each other will end up influencing each other in one way or another. How do these two groups interact? What do they trade? Are they allies or enemies? Does either group oppress the other? What does that look like in this case?

And then of course you can repeat this process as much as you like with more groups in your world. And don't be afraid to research real life cultures! You do actually want to know what's common in particular environments. Like for example, what clothing styles are most common in arid environments? How about cold environments? What animals and plants are available as resources in a temperate forest?

I think a lot of us are tired of seeing desert dwelling fantasy people who wear skimpy outfits that would actually give them serious sunburns and heat stroke, for example. Please stop doing that.

I have also seen some newly popular fantasy books that give absolutely zero consideration to what the people in their worlds would actually have access to and know about. Like a woman living in a fantasy desert surrounded by sand and suffering through a near constant drought, with no mention of any other countries with more fertile land, should not be able to easily access any grain based alcohol while complaining of a lack of water rations. She also should not just casually make reference to a "feast day turkey". Girl what turkey. What whiskey. You don't have those things. You live in a place that resembles Tattooine. (Sorry, more pet peeves)

Just put some actual thought into your fictional cultures and be genuinely curious about it! If you're having fun with it, exploring all the options and making it consistently cohesive, it will read fine. Also just have the chutzpah to pull it off. A fantasy world that unapologetically and enthusiastically puts a lamp post in the middle of a forest is better written than one that seems to just copy every common vaguely-old-fashioned-western-europe fantasy setting that has ever been written and never does anything new or fun with it.

Your elves can still be nigh immortal forest people who do archery, your orcs can still be big buff warrior types, but you gotta find a way to make them your own and have some fun with it.

[deceit-and-knowledge]

Ooc: AS REQUESTED SMILK DIARY 😏

smilk writes about pv (you WILL NOT let him live it down)

Yes it's long he's a yapper

Dear secret diary

Hey it's me again. I need to get these stupid feelings off my chest. I can't let anyone know what's going on inside my head, I hate that.

We all know I decided to well. Lie to pure vanilla cookie about why I showed up on his doorstep like some sap. I told him I wanted revenge but then he when on some speech about friendship and for me to be his friend. Again.. I made him think he actually got to me and I accepted it, little does he know that was already my intention! I came there because I accepted that stupid request.

I felt so hurt and betrayed intially, then guilty because he offered me friendship despite every thing I did to him and his friends and he still wanted to be my friend. He understands me more than any cookie would ever understand. He's experienced the same pains and struggles I've been through.

While I'll never tell him to his face that I accept it and I'm glad he understands me, I'm sure deep down he knows. He's apparently pretty well at reading me. Did us briefly sharing a souljam make him able to know my exact thoughts?

That thought scares me, I hide many secrets that if any cookie found them out I would want to crawl into a hole and die. If that's even possible of me.

One secret in particular, how I feel about him. Would stroke that pathetic thief's ego so stupidly. He stole something of importance and that isn't my souljam but my heart. I hate the fluttery feeling and my damn heart being a nuisance. I feel weak in the knees and it's not because I struggle to stand. I despise this disgusting feeling I don't even know why I experience it. Those stupid urges I get around his hands or his face. I can't even look at him sometimes, I feel so pathetic.

I hate him so much, his stupid hair, his pathetic eyes. He's grotesque. A cretin. But I can't help but stare, he's always so happy. He's my complete opposite and yet we're so alike. He has this dumb kind attitude towards me calling me "his dear friend" like I'm dark cacao cookie or hollyberry cookie like I mean something to him.

He doesn't even care that I seemingly came here for vengeance as if he saw right through my plan. How much does he know. Does he know how I feel about him. This stupid stupid cookie with blonde hair and an attitude on this world and it's cookies that sickens me to my core.

Why did it have to be him to receive my souljam, someone so damn happy all the time, treating me like I'm a friend not foe, despite everything I've done. After everything. He still cares? He still shows compassion to me of all cookies like I deserve it? I don't. I know I don't. I'm a monster not an idiot. I hate to admit it but I'm very aware my actions are wrong and I am misguided I just don't care. Anything beats the feeling of wallowing and regret. I hate myself but he makes me feel the opposite and I don't get it.

And I hate how warm I've been lately. It's only early spring it's not even hot yet. Truthless recluse was walking around in a hoodie and jeans, he's clearly cold. Pure vanilla cookie had a brown sweater on too. It's not warm here so why do I feel so? Is this some curse he inflicted upon me as revenge?

I hate it. I hate it, so much why he is such a horrible cookie. Stupid pathetic pure vanilla cookie. I hope he dies. I'm sick of telling him I'll tear his head off.

I wish he'd shut up with his stupid kind words. I hate that I broke down crying in front of him or laid on his lap. I hate that time I felt this stupid urge to offer him daises and did. Is this a spell? Or a potion he snuck into my food? I knew trusting him to feed me when he hardly feeds himself was a terrible idea but these consequences suck.

Why do you care so much? I hurt you, I tried to kill you and your friends, I tried pushing you to your limits the very edge of your sanity, I tried to break you, break your souljam and your trick hurt, your offer hurt me but I did worse. You're an idiot. A pathetic whiny whelp but I can't help but feel like a fool around you.

I'll never tell him this but it's better to get this off my chest before someone or he makes me slip up. I already did with that truth serum but I didn't specify the kind I meant even if he tried, it's like he knew or is under the same curse? Is he waiting for me to mess up? Is this a long con? Get me vulnerable, make me scared and mock me for expressing my feelings? I already hate it. I already hate him. Does he actually care.

As I write this I am now questioning why I feel sad. What's wrong me, I'm the great shadow milk cookie, master of deceit not some lowly sap? Who am I. I'm disgusting. He's disgusting too. Especially if this is a long con plan of vengeance. I can't even bring myself to harm him because I actually like his stupid friendship. I'm no longer alone and it feels good. I wish black sapphire cookie and candy apple cookie were here and we could be one big happy found family as they say. I do want a family again. But sage is a loser and truthless recluse despises my mere existence. So it'll have to be smaller than dreamed.

Oh. And I suppose you'll want to know a bad dream I had. I was dreaming about dying or something. I don't know something I'm insecure about but you'll never know that.

Well! It's been nice diary, but I have to go. It's dinner time now and pure vanilla cookie made me meat jellies. He's been making those alot for me, I know my teeth are sharp but I like variety. Not that I'll tell him that. I'm picky. Some jellies just suck to eat and make me feel sick if I try. So I wouldn't chance it and then have to act like some bratty child because he made me food I physically can't eat. That's embarassing. It's been good but ta-ta diary.