#but that answered ask has lived in my head rent free for a month because it came full circle perfectly

[sapientiiae]

@guideoftime asked: [ rescue ] sender carries receiver to safety inu spams meg's inbox continuation of x

The way Sheik moved with such speed and precision was something Zelda had never imagined — and she had occasionally witnessed the way Impa had trained him simply because there was nothing else to do with her in the palace when she was not busy with her studies. He was fearless, eliminating one monster after the other while she was perched safely from the tree he’d left her in.

She’d asked if he’d ever been afraid, but watching him now — after he’d jumped from the tree and put his life on the line for her safety — she firmly believed the answer was no. The man had served under Ganondorf so he could relay secret intel to her and Impa, guided Link and witnessed more than enough horrors along the way, and yet he still put up a fight without a second thought. Fighting and protecting seemed all but ingrained in him, a well-crafted blade after years of sharpening.

It had been difficult to follow his orders while he’d faced each of the beasts alone, but seeing him now, unharmed and peering up at her from the base of the tree, provided just as much relief as she’d felt when Ganondorf was finally defeated.

Sheik was okay, and he was waiting expectantly. Smiling softly down at him, she’d been about to climb down from the tree when he’d called out to her, and immediately she froze.

“Jump. This time I will catch you, Zelda.”

Immediately she knows what he is talking about, the words spinning on repeat in her head and throwing her heart for a loop — having gone from a panicked trot to a normal (and relieved) pace and now an irregular gallop as she was flooded with the memory. She’d been a handful as a child, always creating problems for Sheik (something she now regretted as an adult), and there was a wave of guilt now knowing she’d been the reason he’d broken his arm when he was ten, especially when she’d been too absorbed in her own scraped up knees to notice how hurt he’d been. 

Yet here he was, beckoning her to jump from the tree, promising to catch her.

And with a deep breath, she closes her eyes and makes the leap, ready for him to catch her — knowing that he would. Because Sheik would never make a promise he didn’t intend to keep, and he’d caught her so many times since then, even if he hadn’t realized it.

As expected, she’d landed safely in his arms, the feel of them around her comforting as he’d cradled her against his chest to keep from dropping her. Slowly her eyes open, met with a carmine gaze that peered down at her, her lips curling into a smile. He’d caught her, just as she knew he would. A mistake of their past righted.

Thanking him, Zelda unwound her arms from his neck, ready to be set back on her feet so they could continue their journey. Instead, his grip on her only tightens, cradling her close and refusing to let her down. 

Given their run in with the monsters just now, he didn’t seem comfortable with letting her out of his grasp, as if more might appear and bring her harm the moment her feet hit the grass. And for once, she would make it easy; the Princess of Hyrule didn’t argue or insist that she was capable of walking herself because he already knew that. Her being able to walk wasn’t the issue. 

And she was content with being carried — content to just be in his arms as long as he would have her.

[meo-eiru]

Hi hiiiiii!!! I just wanna say i love ur oc’s so much, they live rent free inside my head like a growing necrosis!! Ever since u dropped the character trivias for Lavi and Elias I cant stop thinking about an AU with the game Catherine for Elias and Lavi but like with a lil twist to itt (the twist being i cant properly remember the entire plot to Catherine, its been like a decade since i played it so i tweaked so much of the actual storyline to better fit the narrativeT-T) feel free to delete it if its too weird;;

TW: cheating, pregnancy, reader/mc is pregnant, ooc Lavi im sorry, Elias having a reasonable crashout, yandere behaviour, continuous affair, reader/Mc cheats, character death(?), misuse of commas and my terrible grammar really

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Okay so Imagine this, whilst drinking out one day, trying to drown out the midlife crisis and potential worries about the future, you end up having a drunken one night stand with Lavi, this one night stand however snowballs into an affair as you end up sleeping with Lavi AGAIN.

You’re pregnant, and you’ve been in a relationship with Elias for 5 years, Elias is absolutely ECSTATIC to find out that you’re pregnant, and is even considering marrying you if you agree to it (you have no choice in the matter btw lol), so in order to plan for the baby (and wedding), Elias has been taking more and more modeling jobs to hopefully save enough for your future together.

This would’ve been a happy ending for both parties if you actually KNEW who the father was. Youve been rethinking your entire relationship with Elias for a while and whilst its good to feel loved and appreciated just for existing, Elias’ is just… he’s too much sometimes— well most times tbh.

Elias would kill you both, but he hasn’t suspected anything yet, and you plan to keep it that way because you’re thinking of ending things with Elias by the end of the month anyway,

until you can’t.

And you find yourself puking every morning, a worried Elias by your side at every step of the way, loving, understanding (?), pulling your hair back and dabbing away sweat from your face as you stay hunched over the toilet seat, and the guilt smashes into you like a truck, its debilitating—Elias loves you so much, cares for you (too) so much. The guilt should have set in sooner, you should be groveling at his feet begging for forgiveness, but you dont, instead you stay, and the affair continues, even when you don’t remember spending the night with Lavi (where they even at the bar last night?). Even when the test shows two lines. Even when Elias starts doing more work to provide for the two of you.

Maybe it’s guilt, maybe its your consciousness telling you you need to leave, to not subject Elias to a life chained up to someone who doesnt love them enough to stay faithful.

You end up having these weird nightmares where you have to fight for your life trying to escape a hellish landscape. You survive each night but always seem to end up waking up to Lavi on your bedside (you haven’t been outside, Elias hasn’t allowed you to go to work since the pregnancy test, you don’t remember telling Lavi your address either)

But one night, when you wake up from another nightmare, crying, shivering, Elias and Lavi nowhere in sight.

Impulsively, you end up calling Elias and tell him about the affair, how you don’t know who the father of the child is, how you’re sorry and how terrible you are and how it would be better if you just break up.

and as expected, he breaks down. asking you, demanding answers, crying, screaming, shouting, asking if you actually loved him, asking if the child is actually his, asking you why he wasn’t enough, how he knew you were acting weird, asking which fucker he has to kill to make everything work out. its guttural, the way he screams, shouts for answers.

You end up dropping the call. And Elias immediately spams your phone with missed calls until you end up blocking his number.

He’s coming for you, you know he will. And he does, not even an hour later, banging on the door. You worry about your neighbours hearing about all of this commotion, its 11pm, he should’ve been at home but he was still at work, should’ve spent this time relaxing and watching tv shows with you at saturday night, but instead he was still at work, working to support the both of you (even if a big part of you knew it wouldn’t have stopped him from coming anyway)

He’s banging on the door, and you have half a mind to grab the knife at the sink. He stops after what felt like an eternity, only to forcefully barge his way in by using his body to slam the door open.

Elias makes his way inside, immediately grabbing you by the shoulders, eyes red with tears as he looks at you with the most painstakingly hurt expression you’ve ever seen (you’ve seen it countless times before, but only this time its different, it’s it scarier, it feels like he might actually hurt you)

His eyes grows into slits, as you feel another arm snake behind you.

It’s Lavi.

You are so fucked.

Elias ends up lunging at Lavi, screaming, intent to kill, to get rid of the vermin homewrecker that ruined (whatever was left of) your relationship.

Lavi fights back, albeit without mentally damaging Elias in the process as he talks about how much time he spends with you, how he planned on taking you with him secretly behind his back, how the child is actually his and how he intends to take full accountability for it.

You watch as Elias screams reaching for something in the sink only for Lavi to laugh at him, taunting him, waving the knife in his hand hautily, simpering with a glint of malice in his eyes “Looking for this?”

You’re about as useful in this situation as a screen door to a submarine. And you know its in vain, but you scream at both of them to stop anyway. Crying as you fall to your feet, you feel like puking.

Elias freezes, breath hitching as he turns to you before the expression on his face falters, angered as Lavi continues, telling him that “he’s the reason you’re having such a hard time right now”, “how he has no business being a father when all he does is hurt you”.

Everything falls into a blur as the fighting continues,

it feels like forever but it does stop, and you hear someone slump on the floor.

and you find Elias on the floor, with the knife plunged into Lavi’s stomach.

——

I had to write it out the brainrot was killing me, had to write it out until the brain rot unrotted itself.

I do know i couldve done this darker and better but i cant write anymore i feel so rustyT-T if you see “them” instead “you” its because i originally wrote this with “Mc” and using “they/them” before changing it to explicit xreader

Rereading my writing realising it is so tellenovella coded oof

Holy shit anon I don't know how you did it but this might just be the most hellish possible scenario known to mankind. I'd honestly just end it right then and there, there's no getting out of this bermuda triangle ass dynamic we got going on here.

Like Lavi and Elias being in the same universe is already horrible, them liking the same person is even worse but darling CHEATING on one of them with the other??? I would just

[covetyou]

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pairing: Dieter Bravo & gn!reader rating: Explicit (18+ only!) warnings: no explicit smut but references to the following - tentacles, monster/alien fucking, cum inflation, mpreg, masturbation. also, pregnancy anxiety. word count: 979 summary: Dieter Bravo believes in aliens. Do you?

A/N: happy slightly early birthday to the gorgeous @sp00kymulderr for tomorrow - adore you 💛. in honour of you there is also a slight mention of just a touch because that lives rent free in my head.

for the @dieterbravobrainrotclub May drabble challenge - I make my own rules so I didn't include meet-cute (I accidentally wrote this, so I can't be blamed for excluding it) quote: "Do you believe in aliens?" trope: meet-cute follow @covetedfics and turn notifications on for updates on future fics

"Do you believe in aliens?"

It wasn't the first time he'd asked you this question. It probably wouldn't be the last either, knowing him, and so you answer in the same way you did that very first time so long ago.

"Yes, Dee," you say, looking at him over your laptop screen, the ghost of his rammed summer calendar still burned into your retinas as he comes into focus. Due on a new set in a few weeks, and with his filming schedule just through this morning, you'd spent the last few hours scrambling to put his life together while yours chaotically whirls out of control, ignored, in the background.

Dieter, oblivious as ever to the state of your life, has shuffled into your direct line of sight with coffee cup in hand, robe open and soft belly on display.

"Right..." he starts, before drifting off to look down at his hands as a concerned look takes over his face.

"You have that dream again?" you ask, raising an eyebrow. It's a dream he has every few months, seems like he has for most of his life. You're about as familiar with it as he is by now. Dieter Bravo will dream of some kind of elaborate alien abduction, usually involving him being dragged up by a beam of light into some extraterrestrial spacecraft. Most often it's pretty benign - occasionally he'd be abducted and never seen again, once or twice it's been pretty gruesome, sometimes he even wakes up having thoroughly enjoyed himself. You can't quite work out what has happened this time though, as his face flicks between concerned and softly dazed.

"No," he says quickly.

"You're a shit liar, Dee."

Closing your laptop - you need the break anyway - you look at him, properly, and see his hand has moved from itching his stomach, to gently caressing it.

Oh no. No. Not this again.

"Dieter."

"Do you think I could be-"

"No, Dieter," you start, standing to approach him like you're approaching a skittish deer. "I don't think you're pregnant." - it sounds stupid to even say it out loud - "I believe in aliens, I do not believe you've been abducted, or probed, or inseminated. I think you had a very nice, or very horrible, dream and now you've woken up confused. Drink your coffee."

Dieter dutifully takes a slurp from the mug in his hand, nodding to you like he's holding onto your every word. Because sometimes, he does. Sometimes you rule Dieter Bravo's world, and he gladly lets you. Take that, alien overlords.

Another deep breath and Dieter's shoulders relax, falling from the tense position he'd held them in. He'd quite liked the idea of being impregnated by an otherworldly lifeform when you first met him. You'd been working for him for a few weeks and, perhaps regrettably, still hadn't established the boundaries you have now. After one of his more sedate parties, you sat with him giggling on his patio. Soon you were both agreeing that the deep sea was much more terrifying than deep space, and a three, two, one later you'd simultaneously exclaimed your belief in aliens. Dieter, naturally, took it one step further, and once you'd got onto the topic of tentacles you knew you were done for, even then. You learnt a lot about what Dieter Bravo would do given the chance to fuck an alien that night, and none of it sounded remotely romantic or sanitary. It barely sounded safe. You're not sure a human could even physically contain the amount of fluid he was talking about. Still, amongst the thoughts of all that mess you definitely stopped breathing at some point, and when he finally got up with a slap to his bare thighs you'd all but scurried home just to make yourself come to the thoughts he planted in your head. It was safe to say Dieter Bravo liked aliens.

"But what if I was," his hand comes to his stomach again, resting below his belly button as his eyes go wide. "I don't know what I'd do."

The worry on his face is almost funny. Almost, because you're the one who has to deal with it, and that makes it not very funny at all. For a moment, you have to humor him, tell him what he wants to hear so he calms down and leaves you alone, and that feels sillier than anything. Which is saying something. You've chased this man through the house, high out of his mind two minutes before a video interview, wearing nothing but a sock on his dick.

"You'd be fine, Dee. You have plenty of space for alien babies in this place. We could get a nanny too, and you can more than afford to take a little time off work. It'd be okay."

"You promise? You'd help?"

"Promise. I'll help look after your alien babies, Dee."

"Okay, cool, because I am not ready to be a mom."

He shuffles off again before you can say anything else, his shaggy head disappearing around a corner just before you hear him flop down on the couch in the other room. You don't need to see him to know exactly what he's doing right now. It's the same thing he does whenever he flops onto that couch. He'll put his coffee down and then scratch his balls a little before simply resting his hand there. Sometimes it devolves into something a little more handsy - the man can tease himself for hours - but sometimes he's comforted just holding his own balls for a little while. The issue always is, you never know which way it's going to go, so before he gets too distracted, you shout through to him from your little corner of his house.

"Hey, Dee?"

"Yeah?"

"Want me to get you a pregnancy test?"

[ralexsol]

JRWI FAN! Yes, you!

Do you absolutely love Riptide #114: Still Not Ferin Well? Do you wish someone would make a 90s-style choose-your-own-adventure horror visual novel about E114?

Most importantly, do you have:

A) Expertise in pixel art

B) Experience coding in Ren'Py

C) Skill at writing

D) Lots of free time

If yes to any of those, would you like to MAKE PREVIOUSLY STATED VIDEO GAME WITH ME?

I have been conceptualizing a JRWI video game called Moonlight, Storm, and Blackened Sea for a few months now. Unfortunately, with no motivation to make it beyond thinking "it would be a cool finished product," I have not made much progress. But if I have people working with me, my brain will kick into action because people will be depending on me!

I am a writer first and foremost. While I could theoretically make the entire game myself (as I have experience in writing, art, coding, and music), I would never actually finish the game for previously stated reasons. If I had an artist, coder(s), and perhaps even story consultants (although probably not necessary), MSABS might actually become a reality.

The MSABS project would make no profits, and it would be entirely created from volunteer work. I am a broke ass bitch. But if you don't care and simply want to create something amazing with me, then please, DM me!

So far, I have 2 branches plotted storywise out of - oh, I'm not sure, maybe 25? 30? I have drawn 9 sketches out of around 30 main backgrounds (excluding bg variations). I've recreated 6/9 music tracks from the official Riptide soundtracks into 8bit tunes. If people actually sign onto the project, I'll be moving forward as Creative Director, Head Writer, Storyboard Artist, and Music Producer. Still leaves a LOT of room on the project, especially on the coding side.

I genuinely think MSABS would be insanely cool. Please, if you have any questions about my overall game vision, please send me an ask and I'll try my best to give thorough answers! This game has been living rent free in my brain since March, and it needs to get out!

[roostersgirlfriendlovesf1]

you're losing me | charles leclerc

prompt: charles has been off the past couple of weeks and all y/n wants to do is help him, but what can she do when he won't open up? it's tiring feeling alone, but it's hard to speak up. will charles finally let her in or will it be the end?

warnings: angst and sadness, but it ends up ok lol

a/n: hey guys! this is just a one part story, but i would really love some prompts. please feel free to request anything! i write for bradley bradshaw, lando norris, charles leclerc, mason mount, jake sersein, and christian pulisic. i also love using songs as inspo so pls feel free to use a song as a prompt! thanks for the support!

The past couple of weeks had been a game of if Charles would speak when he got home or not. The endless amounts of sympathy y/n gave him didn’t seem to open him up. She thought that perhaps he would let himself enjoy life over the summer break, but she doesn’t think he has even said four words to her. The past few days he had left early for runs, climbing out of bed and getting back into it without so much as a squeak of a floorboard. Nightly rituals between them had been forgotten.  This was only their third month… She thought. There were so many things left unsaid between them, things that she felt unimportant to tell him. Things she thought could be seen as coming off “too strong.” But she was extremely tired of feeling alone. She missed his arm around her as they watched the Monaco skies, she missed the smell of his hair after he showered, and she just missed the sound of his voice. Her clothes in his drawers dedicated to her started to feel misplaced. She felt like her presence started to feel like an intrusion. She was practically living with him, but it started to feel like she should be paying rent. 

y/n sat on a barstool, waiting for Charles to come back from running whatever errand he hadn’t told her about. Her head was in her hands as she stared lazily out the window, dark clouds were forming. Click. The door opened. She looked at him, urging him to speak. He looked at her, a quick glance before walking into their room. She heard the water start running in the shower. A tight feeling formed in her throat. How can he not see there’s a problem?  She placed her head in her hands and allowed herself to shed a few tears. A few minutes went by before the sound of footsteps interrupted her silence. She picked her head up. “Charlie?” She tries to get his attention. No answer. Nothing new. She’s not sure she even remembers what it sounds like when he says her name. A sigh leaves his mouth.

“Yes?”

“Where are you going?” She asked, just a simple question.

“Out to dinner.” He tied his shoes. 

Please just look at me. Please just see that there is something wrong. A brief moment of silence. “Somethings not working.” She bit her nails.

“I don’t understand.” He shook his head, dismissing her statement.

“I know you don’t.” Her brows furrowed. This can still be fixed. Everything we built can still stand. “Charles, you haven’t said four words to me since you’ve gotten home. Hell, you’ve barely talked to me for weeks. I don’t know what to do!”

“I don’t know what you're talking about.”

“You haven’t even touched me.” The room once filled with light felt cold and empty.

“Didn’t know you needed that validation.” He mumbled. 

“A hug is seen as validation? A fucking hug from someone I haven’t seen or spoken to because he won’t respond whether it’s in person or over the phone!” Just pull me into a hug now, all will be forgotten. Please just hold me. 

“I don’t have time for this right now.” Disappointment. 

“It's now or never. I’ve given you the best I have.” Tell me what to give after that. Her voice caught. She stood, feeling vulnerable in his sweatshirt and his sweatpants. Silence again. Silence that he was not willing to break. “Okay.” She nodded. “I’ll be out of here by the time you get home. I just-” She ran a hand through her hair, “I just need a bit to gather my things.” Guilt panged in her chest, the feeling of being an intruder tearing through her. She held her head high as she walked into their room, grabbing an empty box from beside the trash. 

“Y/n.” He stood in the doorframe. She willed herself to continue packing, despite her longing for his voice. “Y/n.”

“Enough!” She slammed the shirt she had started folding into the box. “Just go to dinner.”

“I didn’t fucking ask you to stay through anything!” He snapped. “I don’t need to see you or feel your embrace every time I come home from a shitty race weekend.”

“Good because it's never happening again! You won’t ever have to see me again after tonight.” The sound of thunder caused her to flinch. Charles’ face softened as he glanced out the window. 

“You can’t leave tonight.” He shook his head.

“I’ll do whatever I want.” She seethed. She kept her head down, making no eye contact. “You’ll do whatever you want tomorrow when the storm clears.” He stated. Y/n held her breath until she felt his presence dissolve. The sound of his footsteps led her to believe he went to his sim room. She shut the door quietly before breaking down. Her face felt burning hot as she rapidly shoved clothes into a random backpack. She frantically tried to collect herself before stepping back into the living room. She held a box in her arms as she struggled to open the apartment door. Rain poured as she sheltered under the overhang of the building. Her heart pounded, all she wanted to do was get out of his way. Y/n made a run for her car and quickly opened the trunk, shoving the box inside before slamming it closed and heading back inside. The lighting of the apartment was dark as the natural lighting was miniscule. Charles had moved to the couch, a solemn look in his eyes as he scrolled on his phone. He glanced up to see y/n drenched in rain. “Mon coeur…” He watched her as she ignored him and kept walking back to their room. He followed her, attempting to talk, but was quickly denied as she reached their bathroom and quickly locked the door. 

Y/n peeled off the wet clothes and glanced at herself in the mirror. A quick rush of feeling came back to her as she let out a sob, steadying herself on the sink counter. The coldness of the rain washed off of her as she bathed in the warmth of the shower, although the tears never ceased to flow. How does she pick up her life after this? The relationship was so public, that doesn’t just fizzle out. 

She walked into the bedroom, towel wrapped around her. Charles was sitting at the foot of the bed, feet planted, head in hands. She quietly grabbed her undergarments, a shirt, and a pair of sleep shorts from the bag she had packed earlier and retreated back into the bathroom. She never did that. Charles thought. She never hid herself away instead of doing something so intimate as changing her clothes in front of him. She changed in the bathroom and washed her face. Y/n opened the bathroom door slowly and noticed Charles in the same position. “I’m so embarrassed.” He spoke. 

“Now you talk…” She whispered. 

“I’m so fucking emberassed with myself I can’t stand it.” He held the end of the sleeves of his sweater in his hands. “I know I don’t deserve you and I know I’ve treated you horribly. There’s no excuse.” He kept his composure. “My team is just so-so aggravating and for a while I viewed you as my escape from all that, but the more interested in me you got and the more you wanted to know the more I grew embarrassed. I’m embarrassed with my performance in the car and I’m embarrassed for you to see that I’m undeserving of you. I never wanted to tear you down with me though.”

Her mouth opened to speak, but her body moved first. She sat down next to him and pulled him into a hug. 

“I’m sorry.” He whispered.

“Me too.” She kissed the side of his face.

“I love you.” He brushed the wet hair off of her face. “And I really don’t want you to leave.”

[fadingdaggerr]

Hey can I request a melissa schemmenti x femreader based on season two episode 1.where maybe the reader is rlly stressed out and maybe she can’t park bc Ava is using her parking spot to celebrate the eagles game and maybe mr Johnson comes into to tell the reader her is getting toed away so her,Melissa and the other teachers run outside and maybe the reader is getting angry and shouting at the man,melissa is begging her to calm down.and then she does what Janine did in the actual episode and she gets in the car and try’s to drive off and everyone is telling her to stop and Melissa try’s to get her out the car and out of rage she kicks the car and hurts her foot and then maybe the reader storms back into the school and melissa goes to find her when the school day is over and the reader has a panic attack and Melissa comforts her. Tysm ❤️

delphinium blooms

pairing: melissa schemmenti x gn!reader

summary: request above! i made little changes, mostly just so i wasn’t just rewriting janine’s scene but with r and mel but i hope you still like it :)

warnings: hurt/comfort, r has a morning of unfortunate events, r is kinda mean (to a man so it’s fine), stress/anxiety crying

note: i rewrote so much of this because i kept thinking of things and creating nonsense lmao but i had a lot of fun writing

development week has always been the calm before the storm. you had everything planned already: each month’s separate decor to keep a lively room, the giant drawing paper for the wall so students could doodle during free time (and you could proudly display their art), and even the seating chart was done. everything was perfect and in order, everything just needed to be set up.

but sometimes the storm comes before the calm, or the calm packs its things and jumps out of the moving car.

the coffee maker in your apartment died on you, only about half a cup of watery coffee in the bottom of the pot. you didn’t have the money, nor the time, to stop that the cafe one block over. rent’s more important, we can get coffee at work, you tell yourself. you soon found that it was nearly unbearable to eat breakfast without your coffee and splash of oat milk creamer. coffee and maybe breakfast at work, i guess.

at nine in the morning, there is a full-on barbecue in the parking lot of abbott elementary. janine’s parking spot was a grill station. your spot, which was two down from janine’s, was currently being used as a blow-up pool splash zone. you roll down your window when you see ava close by.

“ava! what the hell is this?” you yelled out your window.

“it’s a development day party!” the principal responded with a big, happy grin.

you sighed, “your party’s in my parking spot.”

“pay valet or park somewhere else, i have a party to host,” she waves you off as she turns to talk to whoever approached her. after a, give-or-take, nine hundred point turn, you parked your car on the street. you prayed to the meter-maid goddesses that you’d have time to move it before someone came and ticketed you.

you pulled box after box out of the backseat, stacking them in your arms, creating the leaning tower of heavy-as-shit. as you slowly walk towards the fourth grade classrooms, you top few boxes get lifted away, easing the load significantly. you look to see who it was, expecting gregory, but instead you’re met with jade green eyes and fiery hair.

“trynna show off carrying all these?” she says with a laugh.

you laugh with her, “oh, of course. how else am i going to impress the ladies?” melissa snorts a laugh at this, opening the door to your classroom and letting you in ahead of her.

“and who are these ladies?” she jests.

you look at her, taking in the smirk on her face before answering, “we both know it’s just the one.”

she helps you spread out the boxes and get everything open before asking, “ready to head to the opening meeting?”

“you mean the ava show?”

she laughs, “yeah, come on.”

—

you half-listen to ava’s little speech and flirts to gregory, your eyes trained on melissa’s rings instead of ava’s vacation photos. you only perked your head up when janine mentioned donuts at her little mixer.

“and why would i wanna go to that?” melissa answered janine, barbara nodding in agreement beside her.

“you said donuts?” you ask janine, she nods eagerly, “then count me in teagues, but if there’s no strawberry frosted i’m leaving.”

there was no strawberry frosted. you dropped into a seat next to melissa, who was happily eating a chocolate frosted donut. she sees your pout and offers you a bite, which you accept with a smile. she wiped a blue sprinkle that managed to land on your cheek, the action is enough to make you smile a bit, warmth spreading through your cheeks.

just when you think the worst part of the morning is over, the tried and true mr. johnson walks into the library.

“anyone drive a beat up sedan?” all the hands in the room rise up. “who drives a silver one?” less hands, but still a good amount. “one with a sticker that says ‘if you see this, thank a teacher’ on the bumper?”

janine pipes up, “oh that’s mine!”

“you’re getting boot on your car, young lady,” he answers, and janine immediately is running out with jacob, gregory, and barbara behind her.

“oh and anyone got a green sedan? little cat bobble head on the dash?” mr. johnson speaks up.

melissa turns to look at you before you say, “don’t tell me it’s being booted.”

“course not,” you sigh in minor relief, “you’re about to get towed.”

you’re immediately running out to your car, melissa hot on your trail. you get outside to see a boot placed on janine’s car and the tow guy is rigging your car to the truck.

“aye, back off the car! what are you doing?” you yell, getting close to the tow operator, eric.

“no parking zone, can you read? it’s for the buses. we’re pulling ya,” he says as he continues his work. you groan in anger, walking closer to the car where he had already hooked it up.

“what fucking buses? school hasn’t started yet,” you counter.

“it’s still a bus zone, and you’re still getting towed,” eric says.

before you start throwing hands with the guy, melissa steps in, “how much to not tow the car?”

he laughs, “you can get it back at the lot, should be two hundred. might be three for wasting my time. you’re not getting it back now, it’s parked illegally.”

you see red when he mentions raising the cost, you couldn’t even afford the original one, “wasting your time? your time?! i’m supposed to be in that building making lesson plans for children who will be here next week, and i’m wasting your time?”

“yeah, you are. now move your ass or i’ll move you,” the man answers angrily.

you bravely taunt him, “try then.”

“sweetheart…” melissa tries to reach for your arm, but you step just out of reach.

barbara and gregory say your name at the same time, both of their tones advising caution. melissa is stuck between wanting to help and letting you just handle it. she wearily watches as you squat down and start undoing clasps and hooks, taking the chains off the car. you’re movements are fast, getting two wheels free from the rigs.

“hey! you can’t be touching that!” eric yells once he hears the disconnect. he stomps over to you and grabs your arm, harshly yanking you away from the car with a tight grip. “stupid little shit,” he mutters.

“touch me again and i’ll break your fingers,” you threaten, and by the look on your face, melissa knows you’re serious. now is when she has to step in, she knows that much.

“twenty bucks says our scrappy-doo over here wins!” ava yells over, holding her phone up, ready to record if you followed through.

“not helping ava!” barbara and melissa shout at the same time.

melissa moves to gently wrap her arms around you from behind, pulling you away from your car and away from the tow guy. when you try to pull away, she tightens her hold, muttering to you to calm down and slow your breathing. you’re irritated, and melissa can feel you shaking against her. she knows you’re using your anger to coverup how much you want to cry.

once the car is all set, the man speaks to melissa only, “here’s the address of where to pick it up. and thanks for keeping your dog,” he pointedly looks at you, “on its leash.”

once he drives off with your car, melissa releases you slowly. your chest rises and drops with every unsteady breath, and you groan loudly. immediately, and without much thought, you repeatedly kick the stone wall around the entrance, even when pain strikes after the first one.

“sweetheart. baby, stop…” melissa grabs you again, “you’re going to hurt yourself.” barbara ushers away everyone else, giving the the redhead space to calm you.

it took a few moments for your breathing to slow, but when it stuttered, melissa turned you in her arms and hugged you tightly. your face instinctively tucked itself away in the junction of her neck and shoulder, your arms firm around her waist. you could feel her arm around your shoulders, the other rubbing soothing circles on your back and she swayed from side to side, in hopes the motion would help you focus your breathing.

“baby?” melissa asks with a hushed tone.

you pull away from her to sniffle but tuck back into her skin before answering, “i can’t afford a cup of coffee. i can’t afford a new coffee maker. i haven’t eaten since we had dinner last night. and this half-wit just stole my car and put it up for ransom, because there was a pool in my parking spot.”

the accumulation of everything from today being said aloud made fresh tears fall from your eyes. melissa held you tighter, whispering soothing words to you even if they fell on deaf ears. after you’ve calmed down again, she coaxes you back so you can see your face. her hands hold your face delicately, thumbs stroking away left behind tears.

“i will hand deliver you coffee every morning until you find a new coffee maker,” she says making you huff through your nose, “and i’ll buy you lunch, maybe make you dinner too, if you want,” she sees you perk up at the offer, “and i’ll stab a hole in the pool.” you laugh for real this time, making melissa smile. these days, she found that making you laugh was her favorite thing to do.

“what abo-” you start, but melissa cuts you off.

“oh, you’re not paying a dime,” you go to tell her not to pay it, but she’s ahead of you. “and neither am i, trust me. i could pull a uncle carlo and get them to give me three hundred bucks, for my time.”

you shake your head, “you bringing the bat or just that cute face?”

melissa cheeks grew rosy at your words, “you were crying five minutes ago and now you’re flirting?” you nod, biting your lip, but still waiting for an answer. she gives in, “the bat will be stay in the car unless they really deserve it. scout’s honor.”

you laugh and press a kiss to her cheek, mumbling against her skin, “thank you.”

she turns her face, pressing her forehead against yours with her eyes closed. she leans in and presses a sound, loving kiss to your lips, then your cheek, then the other, a final one placed on your forehead. she holds your face once more, “you needed me, and i was there. you don’t have to thank me, i love you. it’s what i’m supposed to do.”

you kiss her again, very quickly, then say, “i love you, too.”

—

after she bought you lunch, she didn’t drive you straight back to abbott. no, melissa was parked in front of market street towing company. she wordlessly got out of the car, but motioned for you to stay when you went to undo your seatbelt. you just watched her walk away nervously until she disappeared inside.

two songs and one radio ad later, you see your car pulling out of the fenced lot, melissa behind the wheel. you jumped out of the car as she got out of yours, grabbing her tightly.

“oh my god, thank you, thank you, thank you,” you say excitedly, only hearing her laugh a bit.

“no one was harmed, except maybe a couple egos,” she says before pulling back to drop your keys in your hands. “we still on for dinner?”

you grab her chin between your forefinger and thumb, bringing her lips to yours in a slow kiss. when you pull away, you revel in her stunned look, and it’s just too tempting to kiss her again, but she beats you to do. she breaks the kiss for air, and you speak quietly in the small space between you, “dessert, too.”

i hope u like this anon and i hope i did ur vision justice <3 feedback appreciated as always

[emkaii]

in a random thought (more like this plot bunny has been living in my head rent free since this "what if" fic started and now i cant stop myself from sharing it after so many months? years? idek)

thank you to @feynites for the wonderful fic above that i continue to go back re-reading again and again

(also tagging @wangxianficrecs even though im not sure they share scum villain fics *sobs*)

! tw: death !

WHAT IF SCENARIO

og!sj dies the night of yqy & lqg wedding because of heartbreak? (because real heartbreak can literally kill in this fanfic universe) just, like, he dies. that's it. no shen yuan to transmigrate in his body as replacement.

so, og!sj was in seclusion punishment during that night right? and he was only allowed outside to attend the wedding itself. (am i right? or if not, meh)

so shen jiu dies in his bedroom, alone. lbh tries to enter his room to help him prepare for the wedding but doesn't get an answer (bc og!sj is ded), so lbh leaves bc he's obviously afraid of entering the room without og!sj's permission in fear of punishment.

the wedding is completed without sj arriving and everyone just assumes that he's bitter about the whole thing and doesn't attend as a show of rebellion.

also, since he's in secluded punishment and the servants doesn't like him, no one approaches or even tries to enter his room. lbh tries to tell the upper servants that it has been almost a full night & day that og!sj hasn't responded to anything outside his room, but of course, they don't listen to him.

so, he tries to directly report to yqy. who at this point is feeling disappointed? relieved? (even he himself doesn't know) that sj did not cause any problems to his new wedding. so, he goes to check on sj.

he tries to ask permission to enter the room, no answer.

tries to lengthen sj's punishment if he continues to be stubborn, no answer.

tries to threaten that he will break the door, no answer.

yqy gets nervous. something doesn't feel right.

sj is not the type to stay quiet.

he forcefully opens the door.

and he finds sj looking peacefully asleep.

but there's something wrong in the picture. sj was too quiet. too still.

yqy realizes that he can't hear sj breathing. he can't see any movement. at all.

he flies to sj's bedside.

tries to take his wrist to check his condition, and whole body-flinches at the cold skin. sj's body was stiff. and as a highly accomplished cultivator, yqy knows the state of a dead body more than a few hours after death.

he whispers, "a-jiu?"

sj' body would look peaceful in death, if not for the dried tear tracks in his face.

(I don't know how to describe/write it but i want yqy's reaction to be utter devastation, something similar or worse than his reaction in this fanfic's og novel when sj died in the original timeline)

minutes or hours later (yqy doesn't know, doesn't know or aware of his surroundings anymore), after mqf arrives and checks the situation after a frantic lbh tells lqg about sj and lqg flies to have mqf at their estate, mqf states:

"his body showed signs of grief sickness. in this case, his lungs decided to stop taking in air, his mind decided to stop all functions of his body, and his heart just decided to stop beating. i can say that it occurred around 24 hours ago."

24 hours ago.

24 hours ago was when sj tried to convince yqy not to proceed with the wedding for his new husband.

24 hours ago was when sj tried to tell yqy that he'd rather die than let yqy have a second husband.

yqy ignored him.

and now a-jiu is dead.

"A-Jiu couldn’t survive his husband marrying another man. That person died the day Yue Qingyuan married Liu Qingge"

AND THIS IS THE LINE FROM THE ORIGINAL FIC THAT INSPIRED THIS PLOT BUNNY.

i really do sometimes love making myself cry with my thoughts and ideas. now im sharing these to the world. and now i want to re-read, for the 8th? 9th? time, this whole wonderful series.

[anxietysslave]

What Alastor from Hazbin Hotel would call you if you were dating:

Okay, with the new episodes of Hazbin Hotel releasing and it being a roller coaster of emotions, I've had a thing for Alastor. I personally don't see him as ace, but that's just my opinion. Either way, enjoy!

Baby:

No. Just no- he's more old-timey, and I feel like to him this is not appropriate.

Doll:

Again no- Could you imagine Alastor calling his s/o doll?- I just cannot- It's more old timey sure but I just don't see it.

Darling:

I could see him saying this for sure. I feel like he's said it before to other people in the show, but I can't remember-

Sweetheart:

Yes. Just yes. He already calls people this in the show, so I know he'd definitely call you this. Although I feel like he'd call you this during sweet moments rather than just random moments.

Dear

This is another one he's already called other people, so I feel like this would be the most frequent one.

Honey

I personally hate this pet name due to *cough* pedos who have bothered me *cough*. But otherwise, yes. This is one he'd call you. Again it wouldn't be one for random times of the day and reserved for sweet moments.

Babygirl/Boy:

...Do I even have to answer this one? No. Just no. If you asked him to call you this he'd look at you with the most disgusted look-

Kitten:

Nope, no, and no. This one is even worse to him than the one above. He's an old-timer, so things like this that would be... More modern is already a no, and getting animals involved? No. Just no. Not his thing. He'd give you worse than a disgusted look. And not in a sexual way either-

Beloved:

This is a good one! He uses it more when he's introducing you to people, and maybe if he's speaking sarcastically because let's be honest, he's a lil shit-

Sweetie:

Another nickname I'm not fond of thanks to those same weirdos! Either way yes he'd definitely use this one. More for questions like "What do you want to eat, sweetie?"

Squeeze:

This is actually a slang pet name-? Either way no. He'd tilt his head and look both disappointed in you and confused if you even suggested he call you that-

Mistress:

Once again, no. I feel like he's the type to hate people having control over him, and this one just sounds like this. Also, it was common to call someone you were cheating with a mistress so bad rep for him.

Pet:

No. Just no. Sure he'll call people he's teasing a pet or people he has a contract with like Husker. But he doesn't see you as a pet so he's not going to call you one.

Amour:

This one is one he probably wouldn't hear of and didn't know even existed word-wise, but he'd like it. I feel like this is one of the only ones he'll add to his vocabulary because he likes it

Angel:

Nope- Reminds him too much of Angel Dust- And he also knows that if he were to call you Angel around Angel Dust, it'd give Angel a perfect opportunity to wait so no-

Sexpot:

Yes, this was actually something I found for like a compliment, or if you're trying to pick someone up- Alastor would give you the dirtiest, nastiest look you could imagine. If you're joking with him when there's no one else, he won't say anything but give you the dirtiest glare. If you're joking and you're with people, you're getting the silent treatment for a whole month. And if you're dead serious... No more relationship for you.

I've been bored, so here's this random head cannon. Alastor is living in my head rent-free right now so I hope you enjoyed this! Have a good day/night! Master list: https://www.tumblr.com/anxietysslave/708212002841083904/masterlist?source=share

If you're going to request something, please take a look here to make sure it's something I'm comfortable with:

[benjineedssleep]

👋 7 and 11 for the "get to know your fic writer" asks, please!

ohhh these are solid ones. can't believe i actually have answers though LOLOL

here's the og post if anyone else wants to join in on the sillies -> Get to know your fic writer! if you were tagged, question 11 was asking for fic recs and ily <3

7. How do you choose which POV to write from?

it comes to me in a vision /hj

no but in all seriousness when i come up with ideas for any kind of story (drabble, one shot, short fic, long fic, doesn't matter) they kind of come with a built in pov. i don't think there's ever been a time when i've struggled to come up with a character who i want to tell the story. i think a part of this has to do with the fact some semblance of conflict comes prepackaged with my ideas and conflict is always tied to a person for me.

like with my current short fic, the premise was always that sam was to have a struggle with the reality of being alone in x amount of time because i see sam as a very family/community oriented person. so i guess in this instance you can say my pov choices not only stem from the story idea itself, but the idea stems from some core aspect of a character and their personality.

does that make any sense? i hope it does D:

11. Link your three favorite fics right now.

the sambastian brainrot is actually insane however:

You've Really Got Me by softwisp

this fic is genuinely one of the most well written and captivating fics i've read in a long fucking time. it's also so fascinating because it's written in this super internal monologue-y stream of consciousness way that i've literally never seen before.

please note this fic is sexually explicit tho lmao

The Sunshine of Your Smile by Andrea_P_Quintell

this fucking fic ALTERED MY BRAIN CHEMISTRY. i remember reading this and texting my friend at the speed of LIGHT when i finished. i think about it now and then and honestly it's due for a reread. also finding out @shortysus4 wrote this has me *slamming fist on table* /pos y'all are so mf-ing talented holy shit--

Frog Rock by wheneveryouwantto

this was the fic that converted me to the sambastian religion. i don't even know how i started shipping them i just know i read this and something in me went "wait a goddamn minute", saw the possibilities, and went insane. and it's not even like it was the first sdv/sambastian fic i ever read. there were others but this was the fic that flipped the switch. @superpyodan i'm looking at you and i'm bowing LMFAO

YOU ALSO GET BONUSES

i've been low key invested in the little snippets of @superpyodan's oc (kenny) x alex fic and @eemamminy-art's oc (mallory) x alex fic that they both post. i haven't committed to the fics themselves just yet HOWEVER i can say both of their ocs live rent free in my head. one day i will have the mentals to pick up the fics but for now they're bonuses for straight vibes alone XD

also if you're tagged here and had absolutely no idea i fucked with your writing that hard i am SO SORRY-- i've been a lurker for 4 months and only started showing my face like a month ago wahhhh D:

[mal-likes-biscuits]

Hi, is there chance for continuing Archfall? Thank you for answer

I actually appreciate someone asking this question, because I keep meaning to address it. Then I re-write my answer ten times in my head and never get around to actually posting it.

Without further ado...

To long, didn't read answer (tldr): yes, there is absolutely a chance! I haven't stopped thinking about it, which is both good and honestly slightly clinical. I would like to finish it.

Longer version (that has been edited 11 times in my head now):

I've been experiencing mental burnout since before I even finished the previous series. The burnout has nothing to do with writing it (in fact, writing it was stress relieving) and mostly had to do with my previous job deciding my sanity was worth trading for profits. This was then worsened by pandemic stress, being a relatively new parent, and a mish-mash of negative and positive stressors.

My day job also involves writing, though the overlap isn't as bad as you might think. But it's still cognitive.

Plus, I used to do a lot of fic writing at work on my breaks, when I had a somewhat private work space; this was the only boon of my previous job. I got a new job, thankfully, for the rest of the issues. However, I currently have an open office space I share that also doubles as a walkthrough area. My co-worker is amazing, but I can't focus on fic if I'm worried someone is going to look over my shoulder during lunch and go "what are you writing".

I've never had luck writing at home because too many things distract me.

So, where's that leave me?

I hyperfixate on things, including hobbies, and in prior periods of cognitive burnout I've gone months, sometimes years, without writing anything. My brain will move to other hobbies while I recover. So far, I have:

learned a bunch about micro aquariums

picked up a house plant hobby (what can I say, we have winter 6+ months of the year and I like gardening)

started collecting rocks and minerals again (whoops that was expensive)

got really good at several video games that are pointedly not Diablo, because I just couldn't mesh with D4 for some reason

have read a few novels and also went down the SCP rabbit hole again, though I promise I haven't been writing and cheating on Archfall

I'm also a parent to a young-ish kid, which is awesome, but our entire house is neurodivergent and is in a chronic state of disorganized disaster worsened by the growing amount of School Parent Things we need to do. And I don't have time to just pack up my laptop to a coffee shop like I sometimes used to. It's a give and take thing, because I absolutely love many things about my life right now, but the situation of other things has certainly changed.

That's a really long way to say I want to write anything, especially Archfall. BADLY. It's just every time I start up writing anything, I burn out.

But I want you all to know that Mal and Farah and the rest of the cast live pretty much rent free in my head all the time, and as soon as the time is right (whenever that is) to finish writing the story, I will.

I hate not finishing projects, though it's certainly happened, and so far in my life I've been lucky to only drop interest in pretty niche hobbies and not stories themselves. I have brute forced prior writing projects through to completion when my brain has been ready, and I have too much fun stuff planned for the series to let it drop completely.

(Might be revisiting the complexity of the plot, but I think that was due anyway. I always over-plot to begin with.)

And please, if you do, don't feel bad about asking this question! Especially when I ask it to myself multiple times a week. :')

-- J

[starleska]

HELLO may I ask your opinion on Cole Sprouse? because there is a fella who has lived in my head rent free for months now and I must show him to you

He starts off looking really ugly (/pos) and dead and gradually becomes more human as the movie goes on. I won’t go into lots of spoilers juuuuust in case you ever watch it, but!!!

He has no tongue, ear, right hand, or…ahem 👀.

But when he eventually gets a hand, the FIRST THING he does is give his girl a smile and ask her to dance.

ALSO HE’S MUTE BECAUSE OF THE MISSING TONGUE!

Col Sprouse apparently went to a mime program for a while to be able to articulate thoughts and ideas better without words!!!!

He’s the sweetest most pathetic lovey-dovey doll face baby sweetie love muffin and I’m obsessed.

OH he also murders people!!!

Thoughts? 👀

Rottie oh my god i'm so sorry i started answering this ask and then got bodied by two different hyperfixations so it was buried in my drafts 🙈💖 it would've made much more sense to answer this during October, wouldn't it!! 😂 haha we're continuing on with the Max Jägerman trend of dead guys, i love it!! 🥰 i didn't grow up with Cole Sprouse's work but i'm very intrigued by his portrayal of The Creature here - we looove a sweet monster who falls for an innocent human in these parts 🥺🥺 ahhh did he really!!! if there's anything to be said for all of our recent Art the Clown thirsting, 'Don't underestimate the importance of body language!' 😳 he seems really kind and attentive...and of course the added spice of a little murder never hurt anyone 🙈💖💖 a very solid suggestion!! gotta put this movie on my watchlist 🥰 thank you my lovely friend 🫂

[pickel182]

The Astarion’s blanket chapter because this has lived I my head rent free for MONTHS

Gods, he’s going to the the death of me, Tav thought to herself.

Well, technically already had been, but since he’d revived her after, maybe that time didn’t count. He fed as she laid beneath him near the fire, he cradled her head in one hand as the other arm bore most of his weight. He hummed contentedly against her neck and she very unsuccessfully stifled a moan.

“Listen to you,” he cooed into her ear. “Seems I’m not the only one enjoying this.” He collected the blood that had pooled around the twin marks in her flesh with a long lick, brushing his lips lightly at the skin above and below the bite before latching back on. She whimpered, the hand already in his hair tangling further, tugging lightly as if she couldn’t help herself.

Astarion quite liked the effect he had on her. He reveled in the noises she tried to contain, her little shakes of excitement as he drank languidly, in no hurry to end their little tryst. He enjoyed how tightly her breasts were pressed against him, and he sighed at the warmth spreading from her soft thighs squeezing against his strategically placed knee. He had paced himself much better this time to avoid getting carried away, and was delighted to find his companion so thoroughly pleased by the sensation of feeding him.

Her hand at his lower back was pulling him down toward her, and he was all too happy to comply by lowering his body to hers. He had held himself well in check until that point, considering he had been hard since the moment her blood hit his tongue.

She pressed into him wantonly and he groaned into her neck, rolling his hips to meet hers.

“Is this what you wanted, pet?” He asked, voice rougher than he intended.

She replied by bringing her tongue around the delicate point of his ear, nibbling softly as he shuddered against her.

He pushed up on one arm, eyes lidded with lust, his voice laced with warning. “Careful, darling, or you’ll get exactly what you want, right here in the middle of camp.”

She knew all her sense had left her then, as she met his eyes and asked,

“Do you promise?”

The bloodstained grin he gave her in answer did something to her lower body that made her arch up into him.

He inhaled the suddenly much more intense scent of her arousal and it made his eyes nearly roll back in his head. “Tell me what you want, dearest, I want to hear you,” he purred as he rubbed his nose along her jawline. She brought her legs around his hips to close whatever space remained between them, rocking upwards to grind against the bulge in his trousers.

“Bite me again.”

He lost the mental capacity for words. He managed to whimper “fuck,” before pinning her wrists on either side of her and roughly biting down on the unmarked side of her neck. He began to grind himself into her in time with each pull of her blood. She moaned and writhed beneath him, matching his movements desperately in search of friction.

He was going to come if this went on much longer, but he was too lost in her to care, until he felt her go stiff beneath him.

“Astarion, wait.”

With tremendous effort, he drew back from her. He searched her eyes in answer and found her blushing even more than she had been.

He had been so caught up that he hadn’t heard Shadowheart approach before hearing the voice above them.

“Ugh, I hate to spoil the mood, but I’m not sure that using supernatural strength to pin the woman you killed not three days ago is best practice for keeping her alive.”

The nosey bitch! He thought, despite the fact that he actually liked the cleric. The potential competition for Tav’s attention wasn’t an immediate concern, considering the state of her beneath him. He liked that Shadowheart didn’t seem as eager as the rest of the group to spill her guts and take pity on every poor soul they encountered. But that was before she had ruined his fun.

“I am perfectly able to control myself now, thank you very much.” He responded, glaring before laving his tongue over the new bite at Tav’s neck to close up the wound.

Shadowheart was not going to miss an opportunity to tease Astarion. Both to take him down a peg and poke a bit of fun at Tav for her questionable taste in company. “Terribly sweet, that she was your first. Not sure I’d keep feeding someone who killed me just because they’d been on a diet for a century or two, though.”

Astarion glowered. He changed his mind. He hated Shadowheart.

Tav moved to stand and peeled him off of her, despite his best pout. Her sense and capacity for shame returned to her. Hells, what is wrong with me? In the middle of camp? She was going to have to put her self control back in place right away to have any hope of functioning tomorrow. She was blushing and still a little out of breath from being flustered, so she was more breathless than she’d like when she spoke to Astarion. “Maybe we should get some rest, there’s a long day ahead of us tomorrow, traveling to the grove.”

Astarion considered her shift in mood and decided to change his approach. He made a show of looking as poorly as possible to complain, “But darling, I’d only just started supper… before getting distracted.” He made his eyes as large and sad as possible as he wrung his hands, the very image of contrition.

Tav turned her eyes heavenward, either for an intervention, or forgiveness for being so fucking weak, she wasn’t sure which.

She sighed. “Only what you need, and then sleep. Agreed?”

He nodded solemnly, one hand on his chest.“ Cross my heart, and hope to…” he trailed off, before adding with a smirk, “well, I’ll be good.”

She shook her head at his terrible joke and smiled despite herself. “Come on then. Shadow has first watch, so you can finish up in my tent and then I’m going to bed.”

Yes! He thought to himself. He couldn’t contain his fangy grin, and gestured with a flourish for Tav to lead the way. He valiantly fought and lost to the urge to stick out his tongue at the cleric.

Shadowheart scoffed. “In your tent?” So eager to offer yourself to our lady of loss? Suit yourself then. See you tomorrow…I hope.” She narrowed her eyes at Astarion and added under her breath, “fucking leech.”

“Cultist bitch.” He replied with a wink. Maybe Astarion liked her after all.

**********************

Astarion ducked into Tav’s tent behind her, aware of how being interrupted earlier might have just worked in his favor. He found that he was almost as eager to see the inside of her tent as he was to be alone with her in it.

Tav spent much more time letting their other companions talk than she did about herself, and he wanted to know more about her than she had been willing to share so far. This was all a part of the design of course, his excitement was surely just that of a plan coming to fruition.

The tent was just tall enough in the middle for them both to stand. Off to one side she had arranged her bedroll with various cushions, covered in a small patchwork quilt. She lit a candle, setting it’s holder back down on the crate that served as her nightstand. On her other side were two stacks of books with a plank of wood balanced across the top, holding a small velvet pouch, and a shirt that looked vaguely familiar, but he couldn’t quite place why.

Astarion watched her intently as she sat down on her bed and leaned against a cushion, crossing her ankles. “Well,” she shrugged and gestured around her with a smile, “Welcome home, what little I’ve tried to make of it anyway.”

He looked around and saw a few more small crates on their sides, littered with baubles of different kinds, glass bottles, stones, and dried flowers. She had a tree branch dug into the ground near the sewing table, its small broken limbs serving as storage for a few rings, necklaces and fabric scraps. Somehow, it did seem less like a tent and more like a home. He rather liked it.

He knelt down at the foot of the bed to join her, and she pulled her knees in to give him more space to settle down.

Tav was sure that by now he’d have started pushing his luck to pick up where they’d left off. She considered that the intense desire she felt earlier might have been a chemical consequence of the bite, at least in part. Before their endeavor, she hadn’t been in the habit of being dinner for vampires, so she had no way to be sure. Even if she were to ask, he might not know, since she had been his first. She had started to tug at her rings and the ends of her shirt sleeves as she thought.

Astarion wondered where her mind had gone as she began to fidget. She had never struck him as shy before. Although he wasn’t sure what caused her hesitation, he knew there wouldn’t be anything more physical that evening. Had this been any other night before their adventure, he would have employed every temptation in his arsenal to secure his master’s prey.

But here in the candlelight with her, the far off-look in her eyes felt too familiar. How many times had his eyes wandered to another place before the inevitable? Before whoever he was with, mark or master, took what they wanted? After the first few hundred times, he stopped counting. He reached toward her and held out his hand.

His movement pulled her out of her thoughts. Oh, right. He still needed to feed. She offered her wrist, but looked up in confusion when he turned her hand and laced his fingers through hers. He shook his head as he gave her fingers a light squeeze. The unexpected gesture and intensity of his gaze set a new wave of heat across her face.

He smirked at her reaction. “Welcome back, darling. As curious as I am about what’s on your mind, there’s something else I’m dying to know.”

She laughed, surprised at how much more relaxed she felt all of the sudden. “How can I still blush about holding hands after what happened earlier? I’m not sure either. Color me shocked.”

There she is, he thought, as a genuine smile spread across his face at her response. Her hand was so warm. He wanted to unlace his fingers and hold her hand in both of his to savor the feel of it. He resisted the urge in case it seemed desperate- or worse - she took her hand away.

“Diverting as it is, I’m even more intrigued about your having Gale’s shirt on your table.”

She really laughed then, eyes crinkling as she regarded his quizzical expression.

“He got a few rips in it the other day. Apparently Mystra’s chosen doesn’t know any cantrips to keep them from pulling back open. I agreed to fix it so long as I didn’t hear anything else about ‘the weave’ for the rest of the night.”

He tilted his head in interest. “I didn’t know you could sew.”

“You’d be amazed at the things you’d learn if you’d ask. But I guess that wouldn’t be very broody of you.” She teased, letting go of his hand to give his knee a playful shove.

He frowned and held his hand back out, and she laughed before offering hers again. He took her hand in both of his, rubbing her knuckles lightly with his thumb. He rolled his eyes “Better late than never, I suppose.” He had noticed some of her fabric scraps matched the blanket spread beneath them. “Did you make this?” He patted the quilt.

“I did!” She knew it wasn’t fancy by any means, but she had taken care to make it by hand, and was proud of how it turned out.

His eyes focused on their hands. He pursed his lips in thought as he ran his thumb over her knuckles again. Tav thought he looked conflicted about something. When he met her eyes again, Tav was surprised to see him look so vulnerable as he spoke.

“Can I show you something?”

“Of course.” She replied immediately. She was eager to see what had caused him to expose what looked suspiciously like genuine emotion.

He kept a hold of her hand as he stood. “It will only take a moment.”

She followed him out of her tent and into his. While he opened a chest at the foot of his bed roll, she took in her surroundings. Several piles of books littered the area, along with a crate that was suspiciously full of valuable looking loot, and a few bottles of wine varying in fullness.

Astarion turned back toward her holding a pile of fabric that upon closer inspection, appeared to be a very worn blanket.

“I’ve had this for a very long time. I’ve only been able to repair what I can by having read a few books, but I think what it needs is beyond my level of expertise.”

Tav normally would take the opportunity to tease him about being so sentimental. But her better judgment told her it was taking great effort for him to let her see so much of him in that moment.

She reached out to rub the material between her fingers as gently as possible. She was confident it could be saved, but she’d have to make sure he was comfortable with the ideas she had in mind. She can’t imagine the trouble he’s gone through to keep it all this time, considering what she knew of the general nature of his life before the tadpole. After Shadowheart had decked the shit out of him, Tav had only agreed to let him continue to feed on her if he was honest about his condition and what had left him in his current state. Full disclosure was an important part of consent, and he had agreed that was fair.

She was confident in her abilities, and it felt nice that he’d trust her with the request.

“I know it’s seen better days, but you’ve done the best you could in taking care of it, considering.” She regarded the cloth again carefully before continuing. “I’m glad it found its way out here to me.” When Tav looked up to meet his eyes, she wished she could tell him she didn’t just mean the blanket.

Astarion felt the tadpole wriggle behind his eye, just before he heard her thought as clear as if she’d said it out loud. The unpredictable telepathic link was a side effect of their illithid parasites. His eyes widened immediately, and he felt his stomach do a little flip.

Shit. She thought, as soon as she realized what had happened. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to push through.” She hoped he didn’t think that she’d been snooping in his mind.

“No, I know, darling, no need to apologize.” He cleared his throat to get a hold of his sudden well of emotion. “Gods know I like you bleeding, be it the heart or elsewhere,” he purred, as he returned the blanket to the chest.

She rolled her eyes and smiled, shaking her head. “You’re terrible.”

“We both know you like it.” He teased with a raised brow as he turned back to face her. He sighed as he faced her again. Astarion wasn’t ready to let her go, but they really did have a long day planned for tomorrow. “We should both try and get some rest, pet.” He took her hand to place a light kiss on her knuckles.

“You’re right,” she replied as she held onto his hand a little longer than she intended as she turned to leave. “Goodnight, Astarion.”

“Goodnight, Tav. Sweet dreams.”

He used her name. She wasn’t sure she’d heard him say it out loud before, certainly not when speaking to her. It was nice.

She felt her exhaustion take over as she entered her own tent and settled into her bed. Just as she drifted out of consciousness, she heard his voice in her mind.

“I’m glad, too.”

*************

TikTok Link to a video a wonderful creator made about his blanket 😭

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZPR7KWVea/

[selmasemlan]

Crash into something epic - The first meeting

Author note: I was I supposed to posted a complete different fic; YES. Has this fic been living rent-free in my mind: ALSO YES. So enjoy the fact you´re getting fed Marcel Gerard fics finally. This will be a series of connected fics with an OFC. So enjoy!!

Pairing: Marcel Gerard x Luna Salvatore (OFC)

Warning: None, just a lot of freaking fluff and soft sweets

Word count: 1267

Series Masterlist

Crashing into something amazing

“I want you to promise me something”

Damon looked at his brother, not expecting this. “ Go on. What does my little brother want from his dying brother?”

Stefan stares silently for a few seconds, not knowing how to articulate this random wish. Damon was many bad things, but with this one thing, he had always stepped up. But his wish burst out of his mouth. Like when you rip off a bandaid. Quick and not thought through.

“I want you to spend this summer with Luna”

Damon gave him a weird look, a look that asked him if he was crazy. How would he spend the summer with his little sister, if he was dying? Dying quickly from a wolf bite no one knew the cure to. He couldn't even pick up the phone to have a final talk with his dear sister. His sister who he had randomly one day 11 years ago found and adopted, only because he saw parts of him and his brother in her. That little girl he loved from the moment he saw her. The little girl he raised to become strong and proud. God, how could a man like him, influence a child to become so kind and sweet? He had no answer to that. How could he have been so reckless, to not care about himself enough, to keep himself safe so that little girl, not so little anymore girl could have him in her life? He was about to break her heart. 

Damon chuckled humorlessly. 

“That's a little cruel, don't you think? Reminding me about the one thing that means something to me. The one thing I truly care about.”

Stefan shook his head. He was going to save him. He was going to save him, not just because he was his brother, but because of that girl. Luna needed him, needed them and as long as they both were alive, she would be happy. Luna had never been a child that asked for much, which wasn't a shock if you know how her life was, the first 6 years of her life. She never complained, never demanded. She was content and happy with what she was given. The love was given. 

“Just promise me!”, Stefan said desperately 

Damon looked at him in shock, not understanding what he was doing or trying to do. It was confusing. But even so, he answers.

“I promise that I'm going to spend the summer with Luna”

He was clear, something they both had agreed to when it came to Luna. To teach her morals and the value of your words. 

Stefan nodded and left the room. And Damon could only watch. Not knowing that he wouldn't see his brother again for the 3 coming months.

A week later

“Good morning, sunshine!”

Luna gazed up at her brother, her eyes still heavy with sleep. He had arrived the day before and had been pampering her non-stop. From waking her up with a plate of warm, crispy waffles to showering her with affectionate cuddles, he had been relentless.

"Hey, what do you think about going to New Orleans?" he asked, his voice laced with excitement.

"In Louisiana?" she inquired, giving him a quizzical look.

Damon flashed a mischievous grin and retorted sarcastically, "No, I meant New Orleans in outer space."

He paused for a moment and then confirmed, "Yes, in Louisiana. I know it's been your dream to visit, so why not spend the summer there?"

Luna's face lit up with joy. Overwhelmed with excitement, she simply nodded vigorously and threw her arms around her brother in a tight hug.

It had always been a dream. Luna had a thing for music and colors and that was something New Orleans was known for. But one thing was missing in this dream come true. 

“What about Stefan?”, Luna looked up at her brother. She loved the idea but wanted them all to enjoy this dream of hers. 

Damon sighed and brought her head back to his chest. He hugged her tighter and said,

“Stefan wanted us to be happy. We can always revisit the city when he comes back.”

Luna could only nod at this. 

A few days later 

“Luna don't run!”

Luna turns around and only giggles. Disregarding his caution, Luna raced forward and seized Damon's hand, her excitement palpable as she tugged him along. Immersed in her exuberance, she gestured animatedly, capturing every fleeting moment of joy through the lens of her camera. In this moment she is beyond happy. Of course, the constant thought of Stefan is flying around her head, but she's making it up by taking as many photos and videos as she can to somehow share this experience with Stefan. She does not doubt that the Salvatore siblings will be reunited. 

Suddenly, in her exhilaration, Luna collided with a stranger. Before she could comprehend the swift turn of events, she found herself ensconced in the stranger's steadying embrace. She meets the stranger's eyes and feels herself freeze. The stranger stares back, his eyes stare off in annoyed politeness but slowly change to a softer look. If the world had stopped, they didn't know. The only thing they knew was the person in front of them. They were lost to the world. However, this fleeting interlude was abruptly shattered as Damon swiftly intervened, pulling Luna back to reality.

"I warned you to be careful," Damon chided, his concern evident. Observing the stranger before them, he sensed an imposing strength and age beyond his own. Casting a respectful glance at the stranger, Damon offered a conciliatory nod. While he exuded an air of self-assured arrogance, but his sister's safety was his priority, and only then would he back off from a fight. 

The stranger regarded the siblings before him and, displaying a measure of forbearance, remarked, "It's all right. Could happen to anyone."

Luna, still nestled in her brother's protective embrace, puzzled over the unfolding encounter. She with her newly triggered powers sensed that the stranger was a vampire. She could also sense an inherent power that seemed to command Damon's deference. Concluding that the man in front of them was not to be messed with. 

"Are you new to the city?" the stranger inquired politely, directing his attention to the siblings.

Damon remained reserved, offering only an unspoken nod. Meanwhile, driven by an innate curiosity, Luna eagerly responded, "Yes, we're visiting."

The stranger looked at her, with the same look as before, softly and nodded, feeling the girl's happiness. Luna notes that the stranger in a way changes the way he stands. Luna didn't know how to explain it, but with just a small change to his body, everything shifted. If he had felt like a powerful force before, he felt more like a friend now. 

“Then let me introduce myself”, he said gently, his eyes locked with Luna's. "I'm Marcel, Marcel Gerard. If you need anything, just let me know, and I'll take care of it."

The siblings acknowledged his offer. Though Damon was inclined to depart. But he knew his sister was a curious being and she wanted to know more. Her eyes shined with a sort of shimmer. Damon didn't know if it was her powers doing or if that was just her. Luna stepped out of her brother's embrace and closer to Marcel.

"I'm Luna, Luna Salvatore," she introduced herself with a beaming smile.

Marcel chuckled softly at the imitation. 

As they exchanged knowing smiles, they both realized that this moment marked the beginning of something truly epic.

[ziskandra]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers (if you’d like). Spread the self-love ♥️

Ahh, thank you for the ask! I always do love this meme. I think a couple of people sent me this one at some point last year as well, but I accidentally deleted the asks and couldn't remember who they were </3. It will be interesting to see how my answers have changed since the last time I did this! Under a cut because I got in my feelings with my Author's Commentary, but for those who might be interested, the list contains three Dragon Age fics, a Mass Effect: Andromeda one, and one from Ace Attorney.

1. Retrospect | Mass Effect: Andromeda | Alec/Ellen | 10,032 words

Written in the months following Andromeda's release for the Mass Effect Big Bang, this fic nonetheless remains to hold a very special place in my heart. Quite because it was the first time I actually finished a project that was more complicated than a one-shot consisting of a few linear scenes! Riffing off the concept that our lives flash before our eyes through the free association of memories, the story is told in Alec Ryder's dying moments through non-linear vignettes separated through five primary chapters (not counting the two appendices). Each chapter gets less and less descriptive as gets closer and closer to death. It was extremely satisfying to not only get several comments remarking that I'd made Alec and his family relationships seem more realistic and well-rounded, but I also received one of my favourite comments ever, which still lives rent-free in my mind, part of which reads: "the last 2 lines of this fic were such a beautiful and character-appropriate end that i have been sorely disappointed with the last lines of every other book i’ve read since." which. high praise but you know what I'LL TAKE IT 🥺😭 Fun fact: when I was writing this fic, I would remark to my beta that I totally head-cannoned Alec as autistic, but that I didn't want to state that explicitly as I didn't want to claim to represent any identities I didn't possess. Let's just say 2021 came for me hard and fast...!

2. Crescendo | Dragon Age | Meresino | 20,298 words

Holds second place in my heart, quite possibly for being the longest complete thing I've ever written in my life. Funnily enough, also written for a Big Bang! (The 2023 Dragon Age Big Bang.) Long story short, I'd written a couple of one-shots (most relevantly Precipice) set in a 'verse where Meredith and Orsino had been romantically involved in their younger days, causing them to fall into old patterns of intimacy when drawn into conflict when they were later in positions of power. But then I started thinking more about what that previous relationship would have actually looked like, and well, the plot of what would become Crescendo beamed itself into my head! Also, while I was brainstorming this fic, @sharksister made the very astute observation that both Meredith and Orsino had lost a loved one who'd locked themselves in a cupboard before meeting a fiery end, and I've just had to sit with that and be haunted by it ever since... but hey, what else to do with these feelings other than write about them!

3. with no place to go | Ace Attorney | Franziska von Karma | 700 words Compared to the previous two, a rec that's on the shorter side! I wrote this fic shortly before Christmas a couple of years ago when I was wallowing in family feelings. And as anybody who's familiar with Ace Attorney would know, Franziska has ample reason to possess Complex Feelings on Family, especially at Christmas. I think this one has a special place in my heart because it was the first fic I'd written for the sake of just writing in years, and because I'd always intended to follow it up with another Christmas fic tracing Franziska's recovery over the years. Oh well, maybe this Christmas! It would be kind of interesting to explore why despite being explicitly invited to Christmas celebrations in this fic, it takes Franziska several years to actually agree. And maybe I'll actually be able to play AAI2 properly in the interim, lol. 4. a celebration of being alive | Dragon Age | Female Cousland/Loghain Mac Tir | 2,967 words This fic had been an idea which had rattled around my brain for a while as I had always found the lore surrounding the required preparations for the Dark Ritual vague. I wanted to play around with what might happen if a pregnant Warden laid the killing blow on the archdemon. It's also incredibly funny to me that almost four years later I am yet again deep-diving on all soul related lore for an entirely different set of characters. (Well, I suppose poor Morrigan is the hinge of connection. Woman doesn't know where to quit!) This fic has a special place in my heart because I think I wrote it in one setting after coming off a 7+ days straight at work, including replaying the end of Origins to check the veracity of a couple of specific Loghain dialogue I wanted to reference (i.e., beginning the Dark Ritual discussion with Loghain then backing out can go: WARDEN: Loghain, we need to talk. LOGHAIN: I find that the direct approach usually works best. WARDEN: I don't think I can do this.) Of course, in this fic, they're already fucking, so Morrigan's just getting shut out of the process and Loghain is not learning the full truth of the matter >:) (The other dialogue Loghain dialogue referenced is when he's left at the city gates when the ritual is not undertaken: LOGHAIN: There is nothing I could say to dissuade you. WARDEN: No easy way out for you, Loghain. LOGHAIN: No. No easy way out for me.) 5. the morning after | Dragon Age | Cullen & Orsino | 2,143 words

This was written for a prompt fest where we were given a title to write a story around. I almost went for the obvious, but instead decided to rack my brain for something that was as far as removed from my initial instincts as possible.

Hence, a story set in the immediate aftermath of the end of DA2 where Orsino survives and is both terrified Cullen is going to call for more templar reinforcements and also struck by how terribly young he is.

[tabletofruination]

Ohhh, wonderful! It looks like I've got this thing working, finally.

I did tell you that reading up would prove helpful...

Yeah, I probably could've done that. But, well, here we are, partner! I'll go first on the introductions!

You guys can call me Juliana--or Juli, for short! I've been a student at Naranja Academy for a year and a half now--and it turns out you can do a lot in that time! I wound up accomplishing a lot! Champion, beater of Team Star, a-and other stuff... Though you'll find I'm waaay more interested in learning about history, nowadays. I think I've got all of Naranja's library read by now...alright, your turn, partner!

Really? Must I? ...I suppose I've little choice. My name is of no importance, but you may call me 'Green' if you wish to designate a name for me. As Miss Juliana has stated, I am something of a partner to her research into the legends of Paldea. It is a pleasure, I suppose.

We'll be talking a lot about our findings and hopefully posting a lot about what we can find--we're especially interested in finding out more about the Treasures of Ruin in this region, and finding out more about their history! But we're also down to battle! So feel free to talk to us!

HELLO welcome to another ~bad sable decision~, this time presenting: an AU Juliana who has been living rent free in my head for months! Time to pay-up and become an actual blog girliepop.

Anyway. As for how this Juliana is AU? It's very simple: girlie here got fused with Wo-Chien after shit went VERY decidedly awry during The Way Home. I'm going to hopefully reveal the details very slowly, but this Juliana is actually a little more villainous in nature, though in a very innocent sort of way. She's already freed Wo-Chien and I'm sure you can all figure out what's going to be the gimmick of this blog a bit. :3c

Some ground rules!

Juliana is a minor. If I see even a singular anon getting weird I will utilize the block button liberally, so don't be weird.

Juliana's circumstances are...I'll be honest, they're a fair amount darker because she did technically fail to stop the Paradise Protection Protocol herself and basically told her world's version of Nemona/Arven/Penny to run for their lives. And it haunts her. Oh does it haunt her. But while she technically lost, Wo-Chien basically won the rest of the fight and got Juliana out, though nobody is really aware of the whole. Fusion situation. As a result, some things have changed--particularly the Teal Mask, it plays out VERY differently here, and Juliana received no invitation to go to Blueberry as a result. And yes, she's basically kind of a villain now. :3c

Any description of the fusion and stuff will be kept minimal but uh. Just a general warning for body horror if you do decide to ask. Please do not fuck around and find out without proper prep. 🙏

More details of her canon circumstances will come out in time as she answers asks, and I ask simply for no godmodding! I may let some details slip OOC early but don't bring them up until I feel the time is right please!

Let me know if you're not okay with Juliana or Green interacting! Green is going to be keeping up a facade as a Totally Normal Human, but I imagine it's not going to take rocket science to figure out what Green is hiding. But I am treating canon like silly putty here, and Green will interact with people of their own accord. If you're not cool with that, let me know. Or if you want Green and not Juliana, or neither, just let me know!

Yes there are two Koraidon on the trainer card. Juliana does not fight with either of them despite Bitey basically being that one meme with the cat on the stairs going "FATHER I CRAVE VIOLENCE". And Buddy is basically still scared shitless of battle! So she basically only fights with three of her Pokemon, but she is pretty strong despite the handicap.

Juliana herself can tap into Wo-Chien's moveset. She absolutely HATES doing so, though. She pretty much only ever uses Protect in a panic, usually, but uh. I figured I'd bring that up in case anyone asked!

Pelipper Mail/Malice on, as is Musharna Mail/Malice! Please just fuck the girliepop up.

I. May also do some regular RP on here? I do not know how tumblr RP works but I have brainworms and want to RP the girl. If anyone wants to RP I guess hmu???

idk what else to put here. i'll think as i go??? but yes. this'll mostly be juliana's daily life stuff and expedition logging to try and find more stakes and more research!

[localcryptic]

✂️🌺💚 for my boy al

✂️ - What is one of your OC’s worst memories?

(since there are sooo many iterations of al, for consistency, i'll be answering based off of "1920s con artist magician" al)

Where to start. i think it's safe to put "murdering the man you were hopelessly in love with" pretty high up on the bad memories list.

he came back to their shared room after a late night, tipsy and giddy, just to find simon, his partner in crime, his lover, the man that he's become entirely dependent on, planning to abandon him and move on. is this what he gets for falling in love with a con artist?

their last argument is burned into al's mind- the insults simon threw at him, the way al begged his love for another chance, all the threats and taunts he was given in return. if you could ever get al to talk about it, he would tell you that the worst part is the way simon never stopped laughing at him. he didn't take al seriously until his blood was all over al's knife and hands.

🌺- Do they have any love interest(s)?

lol. well. i suppose there is the aforementioned con artist ex boyfriend. but i think we all know how that went.

and. you already know this of course, but shipping al with your goddamn sidestep OC, Judas... it started out as a bit but i don't think it's a bit anymore. we've discovered those freaks are like perfect puzzle pieces, and the picture they make when you put em together is Thee Most Ridiculously Toxic Bullshit You've Ever Seen. extremely excited to see where this goes. i hope its terrible for both of them! <3

💚 - What is your OC’s gender identity and sexuality?

you've asked me a trick question and you mean to make a fool of me /j

the short answer: he's genderfluid/genderqueer but doesn't know it yet, and some flavor of bisexual. he's using he/him pronouns for the time being but we'll see if that changes.

the long answer: al has, rather infamously at this point, evaded my ability to figure out what the fuck he has going on. have you ever had an oc change their gender on you without you doing anything??? like. i made you, dude, you can't change your pronouns and not tell me!! how does that work?! you live in my brain, dawg.

so, despite the fact that i made al like, 6 years ago, i only figured out his gender within the last few months because he made it so fucking difficult.

(he hasn't had the chance to figure it out for himself, either, which probably complicates matters. and it's difficult to separate the gender issues with the copious amount of other issues he has. he's like, identity issues georg. he has to figure out how to recognize his own face in the morning before he can tackle if he wants to try out estrogen)

(thank you as always for letting me ramble about this idiot that lives in my head rent free. oc ask game here)