#but you give them a bit of time and planning and they build

[rafesorchid]

Hii i LOVEEE your work!! I love baker reader and mechanic rafe!! I was wondering maybe you could write something of them getting into an argument!!???💕

BITE THE HAND THAT FEEDS

when mechanic!rafe & baker!reader get into their first argument

plot: when a busy day at the bakery causes miscommunication, rafe's insecurities boil over into an argument that leaves both of you hurting. but love has a way of pulling you back — even when the words cut deep.

CONTENT: heavy angst, yelling, hurtful language (driven by insecurity), emotional breakdown (crying), temporary separation, rafe leaves, hurt/comfort, soft fluffy ending, kissing, lots of apologizing, love confession

thank you so much for this idea lovie 🩵 really enjoyed writing it, have fun!

the smell of burnt sugar clung to your hair, a sweet, sticky reminder of the morning’s chaos at the bakery. you’d barely had time to throw your apron in the wash before rafe showed up at your door, grease still smudged along his jawline, knuckles raw from god knows what.

he didn’t even say hello. just stormed in like a hurricane, rattling your little kitchen with his heavy boots and heavier sighs.

"where the fuck were you?" he snapped, voice sharper than you’d ever heard it.

you blinked, still holding the basket of freshly wrapped pastries you’d planned to bring to him. "i was at work," you said carefully. "where i always am."

rafe scrubbed a hand over his face, leaving a dark streak across his temple. "i went by. you weren’t there."

you set the basket down on the counter, heart thudding loud in your ears. "i had to run deliveries," you said. "mrs. harper needed a last-minute birthday cake, and—"

"you didn’t answer your phone."

you reached for your apron, wringing the fabric between your hands. "i left it in the kitchen. it gets crazy sometimes, you know that."

he stared at you like he didn’t know you at all. like you were some stranger he didn’t recognize.

"rafe," you said, stepping toward him. "what’s really going on?"

he flinched like you’d slapped him. "what’s going on is you don’t give a shit," he hissed. "you’re too busy playing house with your fucking cupcakes to care about anything else."

you recoiled, the words slicing deeper than they should have. "that’s not fair," you whispered.

"no?" he laughed, but there was no humor in it. "i sat outside that bakery for two fuckin’ hours. waited like a damn fool. and you couldn’t even bother to check your phone."

guilt pooled heavy in your stomach. you hadn’t known he was waiting. hadn’t known he needed you.

"i didn’t mean to—"

"you never mean to," he cut you off. "but you always do."

the kitchen felt too small, the walls pressing in around you. you wanted to reach for him, wipe the grease from his cheek, kiss the hurt out of his voice — but he wouldn’t let you.

"i’m sorry," you said, and meant it with every broken piece of you. "i didn’t know."

rafe shook his head, stepping back like he couldn’t stand to be near you. "you never know," he muttered. "you’re too busy baking your goddamn cookies."

"it’s not just cookies, rafe," you said, anger sparking hot in your chest now. "it’s my job. it’s my dream. i’m building something for myself."

"and where does that leave me?" he snapped. "standing in the fuckin’ parking lot like an idiot? waiting for scraps of your attention?"

you bit the inside of your cheek, tasted blood. "you’re not scraps," you said fiercely. "you’re—you’re everything."

"doesn’t feel like it."

silence thickened between you, a heavy thing neither of you knew how to lift.

finally, rafe muttered, "i’ll get out of your way," and turned for the door.

rafe doesn’t get far.

he makes it to the truck, shoves the key into the ignition, but doesn’t turn it.

he just sits there, gripping the steering wheel so tight his knuckles go white.

his mind replays everything — your face when he yelled, the way your voice cracked when you said "you’re everything,"the goddamn basket on the counter — and the guilt crashes down on him like a tidal wave.

"fuck," he mutters, slamming his head back against the seat.

he hadn’t meant to be so cruel. hadn’t meant to tear you down when all you ever did was try to love him.

but he was scared. scared in a way he didn’t know how to name. scared that you were slipping away, that your bright, sweet world would outgrow the messy, broken boy who only knew how to fix engines and break hearts.

scared that loving you would never be enough.

he wipes his face with the back of his hand, breath hitching.

then he sees it — your silhouette in the window, sitting on the kitchen floor, curled in on yourself like you’re trying to disappear.

and something in his chest shatters.

he can’t leave you like this. he won’t.

not when you’re the only good thing he’s ever had.

you don’t hear the truck door open. don’t hear the boots crunching back across the gravel.

you only notice he’s back when you feel his arms around you, pulling you up off the floor and into him.

you gasp, clutching at his jacket, the smell of him — oil and leather and something purely rafe — hitting you like a drug.

"m’sorry," he says against your hair, voice wrecked. "baby, m’so fuckin’ sorry."

you shake your head, sob catching in your throat. "you don’t have to—"

"yes, i do," he says fiercely, pulling back just enough to cup your face in his hands. "i was an asshole. said shit i didn’t mean. i—I just get so scared, sometimes."

you blink up at him, vision blurry with tears. "scared of what?"

"scared of losin’ you," he says, voice breaking. "scared you’ll wake up one day and realize you deserve better than...this."

he gestures at himself like he’s nothing. like he’s worthless.

you grab his wrists, holding on tight. "there’s no better than you, rafe," you say, fierce through the tears. "i don’t want perfect. i just want you."

he closes his eyes, a tear slipping down his cheek. he’s always been so bad at this part — the feeling part — but right now, he’s trying.

"i love you," he says, raw and broken. "love you so much it hurts."

you press your forehead to his, breathing him in. "i love you too," you whisper. "even when you’re an idiot."

a shaky laugh escapes him. "yeah?"

"yeah," you say, smiling through the tears. "especially then."

he kisses you again, softer this time. slower. like he’s memorizing the shape of you.

when you finally pull apart, he rests his forehead against yours, breathing hard.

"let me make it up to you," he murmurs.

"you already have," you say.

but he’s stubborn. he pulls you to your feet, guiding you over to the counter where the basket still sits.

he unwraps it carefully, like it’s something sacred, and pulls out a turnover.

then he holds it up to your mouth. "open," he says gently.

you laugh, sniffling. "rafe—"

"c’mon, baby. let me take care of you."

so you do. you take a bite, the sweet peach filling bursting on your tongue, and rafe watches you like you’re the only thing that matters.

"good?" he asks, thumb brushing your cheek.

"perfect," you say.

"yeah," he murmurs, eyes soft. "you are."

he pulls you into his arms again, swaying a little like there’s music only he can hear.

and in that messy, sugar-dusted kitchen, with the taste of peaches still on your lips and rafe’s heart beating against yours, you realize something:

he’s not perfect. neither are you.

but together, you’re something damn close.

and that’s enough.

it’s more than enough.

authors note

hello my sweet beautiful people, i'm genuinely so thankful for all your support this past week <3 lov u all lots

[kingdoms-and-empires]

Hello there! I want to say, I LOVE your story! Fantastic world, fantastic characters, and plot. I can't wait for more (please, give us plebs some food! I mean more chapters and updates.) And by the way, I am happy to hear you are back on your feet. I noticed something in the RO options: Why does the M!MC have 1 Gay romance and the F!MC 1 Lesbian and 1 Bi? Don't you think that is a bit limiting? Is there a narrative reason? Thank you, and I wish you the best. :D Good Day!

It's supposed to be a surprise, but since im close to releasing the public update... in the Great Rewrite, all the ROs are playersexual now. They're open to be romanced no matter what!

Im telling you since your words made me smile <3 and cause i cant hold it in anymore!

I'm aiming for a more grounded romantasy feeling for KaE since romance will be very important to the story. Especially the whole potential-

-problems that'll happen once a certain point is reached.

(I recently rewatched the Revenge of the Sith in the recent rerun lmao)

I've always thought of my work as being inspired by

Homeric Epics (i was always a fan of Greek and Roman myths and stuff since i was young.)

Nordic Sagas but mostly Beowulf (only got into them cause of Vikings the show lololol, but I found myself increasingly engrossed by the Sagas)

Romance of the Three Kingdoms (Dynasty Warriors 4: Empires on the Xbox 360 introduced me to the series and ive been in love since lol)

And because of the above, the game series Nobunaga's Ambition.

Plus isekai and reincarnation manga/anime in general!

I feel like what makes worlds and stories interesting isn't the worldbuilding (though that helps alot, and is without a doubt my crutch atm) but the human emotions that can cause characters to act out, crash out, and do the things they do that can throw a wrench in any well-laid plan.

The new version is far more character driven than before as a result, and I love it. And what's more emotional than love?

The geopolitics, intrigue, war, kingdom building, and the rest of what makes KaE KaE is remaining, of course! Hell, I'd say there's even MORE now, as some of my Patreons would most likely agree with.

It's just that romance is being elevated to be more important to me.

I made this decision a while back because I felt the narrative and restrictive reasons of before no longer hold up with the rewrite changes I made to the world and story.

Cause I changed ALOT.

And we never really even met a majority of the ROs in previous versions so... it's not like im doing something like changing characters yall know and romanced lol, which btw, is ironically a bonus with all the rewrites and time ive taken to find my bearings with this story ;-;

Who helped me reach this decision a while back?

Why...

@when-life-gives-you-lemons-if thank you for putting up with me!!!!!

@leiatalon also helped me reach this decision (also thanks for putting up with me)!!!!!

Both are published authors with multiple titles below their belt that focus on romance, so they definitely had my rapt attention. They were especially kind enough to share their experiences and some advice when it comes to that area with me, and its thanks to their encouragement that I felt this was the right decision.

Please, check out their Tumblr blogs and look at the games they've released! They might interest you!!

What may also interest you?

You can actually see all the progress reports ive given on Patreon! They're free, and you can start from oldest to newest. Plus other articles that detail what im adding to the new version that's soon to release to the public. After all, this upcoming update is the last one that ends our childhood! And it'll be the one that finally makes it so everyone of you can read what I've worked on.

Once my Patreons test out the epilogue for the arc and give me the all clear, the public will get it!

That's all from me for now. Im still busy at work with the epilogue!

[alexanderlightweight]

Wednesday, my favourite day^^ I really, really love the Cider verse. Does your writing muse feel willing to give us another entry? (sfw/nsfw, whatever fits the plot best) (love you and have the nicest day, week, month, year^^)

here is a little glimpse of Alec and Mirai trying to figure out how to salvage everything that's going down! Mirai has been working very hard to mitigate the disaster.

ty, I have gotten a lot of cleaning done and two prompts written in the two breaks i've taken so I feel accomplished ^_^

<3 hope you enjoy

lumine

-

the choice of hope

Meeting with Mirai is the most important goal of Alec’s day..

Everything else will come together, as long as Alec can get a full view of just how badly everything has been fucked up.

Which means he and Mirai sitting in the hidden tunnel of the greenhouse, a pot of tea between them and a plate of hard, spicy candies.

“The Clave tried to say it was our fault—” Mirai’s face twists with annoyance as she hands Alec her tablet. “Imogen was doing her best  to interfere.  She didn’t realize how close we were to our main goal of consolidating power and raising you as Head officially.  It messed up her plans. She’s now in an equally bad light with Lydia’s actions and we seem blameless.” Mirai is smug about that and it’s telling that she’s thrown herself and Alec’s fates together so quickly.

It’s a relief to be told everything he needs to succinctly and he takes the heavily spiced tea she offers him and swallows a hot, steaming mouthful.

It wakes him up in a way coffee — magical or mundane — never quite manages to. 

“Your parents were called back to Idris. Their presence was considered a deterrent, especially as Lydia claims a part of her issues was their continued interference.” 

Alec snorts, it doesn’t matter to him whether or not that's true. Anything that gets his parents out of his territory is a good thing. Passing a bit of blame on his parents when they’ve escaped more than their fair share only seems karmic.

“We’ll need to send Jace back to Idris. Izzy and that girl too.”

It hurts to say it, but Mirai won’t say it first. She’s amazing to work with but they’re still too new. She won’t press him so soon on something like this, which is why Alec will press himself.

For the good of his Institute and the future he’s building here, with Magnus.

Mirai inclines her head to him and Alec accepts it with a grateful sigh and a long sip of his tea.

“We’ve grown stagnant.  It happened before the Uprising and it’s happening again now. Once was bad enough, but again? Just because the Clave wants to ignore the monster it made.” Alec offers Mirai the folder he’d compiled while at Magnus’, hours and hours of time spent over old books with Magnus’ enthusiastic voice distracting him when the research got too boring.

“New patrols. More rigid training, meeting with local downworld leaders more often. Being seen to stand strong in the light, not just as a blade in the night.”

Mirai seems stunned but Alec knows that this is the moment this will crumble or rise, her knuckles tighten and a wide grin parts her face like a sun rising after a storm.

“Then we have a lot of work to do.”

—-

Alec’s wedding ring is protected by glamour, but he still keeps his fingerless gloves on.  The leather presses against the metal and the cool band of it is a constant reminder that he is no longer alone.

His siblings are gone.

Sent to Idris without even knowing Alec is married and Alec can’t even tell them because there is no telling how they would react to the news. There’s too many risks involved and Alec isn’t willing to bet his and Magnus’ happiness on a whim.

Another war is coming, no matter how hard he and Magnus work from the shadows to try and mitigate the damages that could be caused.

When Valentine is finally dead and the shadowworld purged of his ilk, Alec is going to insist they get an actual honeymoon.

He never really understood the appeal of such mundane tradition but now that he’d had time to think about it, it sounds amazing.

If he’s with Magnus of course.

-

AN:

Alec is feeling a little salty about everything. he hasn't even processed jace's punishment for runing Clary which means that Jace has to have that taken over by the clave and Alec is just feeling very 'why did I even bother trying so hard'

[rotting-ink]

Would any F!MC be able to get pregnant during the story of any of the books? I assume not, but it does make me curious on how the potential fathers would handle it and how that might differ from plot point to plot point.

So, in the epilogue you can decide things, in each game. Not for the Mad Heir, but the other two should! For the Rotters, that's been answered here!

Our Last Liaisons:

Arkasha: For a servant MC, it's... Dread. They both have nothing. Less than nothing. Unless servants have saved up enough, or are beloved enough for a place to live outside of work and come in everyday... Well, they would have to give up the child. It would lead to Arkady doing some... Quite extreme things. Either you find yourself with a new, furnished cottage, or found in favour of one of the nobles to get a better life. Royal MC? Still frothing at the mouth. They're not the IDEAL parent nor partner, and while you can get away with a lot being a baby of the family, they're still worried. What if it's still taken away, or the doctors want you to get rid of it before the birth? Bundle of nerves and keeps shadowing you.

Dasha: Servant MC? Well, that was the plan!... It's a human one? Oh. Hm. Drat. Well, anyway. Dasha will give you an apartment to stay in. A lovely kept little lover. Anyway, nobles famously have legions of bastards, they should get started on their own. Royal MC? Oh, a human baby? Oh, cool, their back up plan worked! Neat! Anyway, this does mean marriage to legitimize the first grandchild of the Tsarina too. Man, today is a pretty good day.

Sasha: Servant MC? Huh. Well, Stas has one or two bastards running around, why not them? Enjoys keeping you as a kept lover, in your own apartments in the palace. Also kinda of looking forward to having a kid. Royal MC! Quick. Someone get mama. Marriage time :> Adapts very well, very excited, VERY happily shows off to Aksana, who was looking forward to being the first married in the family.

Priest J: Both MCs, it's the same. Very surprised, but smiling. A step towards a purer, happier life, with them. Does quietly disappear you, and puts you on a carriage back to their own home country. A Royal MC would know the language, but the Servant MC would have to start learning on the way. It doesn't improve their view of the rest of your family but... News of the child will be the last words Janus would speak to either Arkasha... Or the Tsarina.

The Mad Heir

Anouk/Anatole von Mejer: Groans. Shuts their eyes for a moment before sighing. "... Mother/Father is going to be awful about this." It's true. Clem cries, laughs, cries again and refuses to stop hugging you. Is wary. Wonders if their child is going to be terminally ill... Or like you. Quietly excited though, even though they chide themself for it.

Clement/Clémentine von Mejer: Cries. Laughs. Cries. So excited. SO EXCITED. Oh, god, they're having a baby out of wedlock. They're having a baby!!! Nothing can bring them down from Cloud 99. Going to leave the manor with you. Baby can't be exposed to a run down home and mould!!!

Julius/Julia Braithwaite:... Well, they think about hanging themself for just a moment. Then gets a hold of themself, they can't leave you alone with a child! .... Because 1. You're you, 2. That's their kid too! 3. They have... No... Attachment whatsoever and it won't cloud their judgment! Does get a bit misty eyed when they're next in town and happen to see a toddler sleeping against their mother's shoulder.

Bryn Heron: Good :] Well, you're going to wake up in their own cottage. They're going to be hand building the crib and the toys. Going to go back to steal a few things from the manor before paying one of the boys that would help them in the garden to go get supplies.

Hristijan/Hristina Angelov:... Well damn. They might not get paid now. After wrangling money from your father they'll go see you. "Right. Either hurry up and get your throne, or we're going home. My home. Make me stay a moment more in this shit weather and I'll spread a rumor that the little one is the coming of a new Minotaur and make everyone panic for a while. Just for fun." Quietly pleased, but is NOT going to show you that. Little horror, you are.

[simpingforbots]

Big Scary Grandpa - part 5

“Little one!” panic building in his system from suden change, Megatron adjusted his grip, gently lulling you in between two of his servos, trying not to move little flesh form to much. One second you were alright, reactive, screaming and kicking, then the other second go completely limp. Light escaping opticks, he scanned small fleshy body for any injuries, letting an audible gasp of relief from his vents as it came up with nothing – no internal bleeding, no damadge to bones, no visible scaring or bruising, so why did you suddenly fainted - he had no idea, and it worried him a lot. Twirling small body in servos, he looked up, opticks focusing on small flickering light shining though the line of trees, a beacon of human civilization, some where you need to go, but if HE brings you to the camp, unconscious like you are now, it will surely spike some panic and will add even more bad reputation to his already dark picture. Gears shifting inside him, big bot let out his frustration in a huff, optick shifting rapidly, while trying to think as hard as he could, digits wrapping around small cushy body just a bit tighter, able to feel week pulse echoe though out...

Crickets orchestra echoed though the ranch as the huge moon shined gently upon the land. The cattle were in the barn, peacefully resting after day of grazing and watching kids get in to all sort of trouble, rolling in the mud and getting all the attention from them. Kids were sleeping as well, having a sort of sleep over in secret barn base, after having a late nigh fun, all knocked out and huddled together under blankets – Mo was nestled in arms of Nightshade, who was letting soft “who’s” as he recharged, resting on Jawbreaker, who was in his dyno form, laying on his stomach. Rob was wrapped in Thrash and Twists, who was curled around boy and Hashtag just sprawled in top of them, with data pad still in servo. Letting a soft chuckle, Dorothy Malto let out a happy sigh, observing their little happy family resting. Walking over, she fixed the blankets over them and left, turning lights off, walking out in cold air, taking in deep breath of fresh night air and walking in to her home. It was one of a few spare days when they had whole house to them self, mg that they can finally catch up on some alone time they wanted, and Alex already planned a few things as soon as he heard kids plan to have a sleepover in the barn. Opening the door, Dot can smell popcorn scent hanging in the air, along with some other scent and a loud pop of wine bottle being opened in the leaving room. Smiling, Dot took of her jacket she wore over her comfortable nightwear and walked in to the leaving room, with tv on and a  bowl of icecream on the table. One of a few days when they can dig in to secret stash of sweets without kids begging for their share, adding a little bit of amarula  and chocolate pudding. Plopping down on the sofa as Alex brought in two glasses of whine.

“I can safely assume kids are asleep?” he asked with a soft smile, leaning in to give his lovely wife a kiss on a head, plopping right by her and snuggling in, ready to enjoy their tv show. It might be a bit wrong to agree on, but it was really nice to have a break from the kids and their constant troublemaking attendances.

“Yep, they are finally asleep. And we have a home to us.” She smiled, scooping some cold treat on to the spoon “So, what episode we are on?”

“If I do remember correctly it was episode 10 session 3” picking up remote, Alex clicked a few buttons, setting it up to the right episode. The theme of the show played along and sweet couple settled in to watch their show... though it seemed like their peaceful time did not last for to long. Half way though the show a familiar sound of helicopter rung through the air. Letting a soft grunt out, Alex got up, helping his wife up, stopping their show and walked out, silently pondering as to what reason Megatron would be visiting them in such late hour. Walking out of the house, they braced them self as big bot descended on their lands in his alt form, moving incredibly slow. For a moment it reminded of the moment Dot saw him again after a long time, being dramatic and taking it slow. Yet, something deep inside her heart felt that something was wrong. Bot started transform, taking his sweet time to shift every peace of his metal in to right position, one by one, taking more humanoid form. He quickly reached for his chest and something visibly fell in to his palms. Kneeling down, Megatron froze for a moment, looking at Dot with a very familiar look.

“Megatron, what happened?” worry sipping in to her soul, Dot took a few carful steps forward, eyes narrowed on large servos, clearly cooped aorund something protectively, refusing to even pull away from his chest.

He knew well that it was late, he just really had no one else to go to in this situation. He still was not to sure that he wanted Prime to find out that he was secretly leaving base to see a human child, which will make this trouble even more problematic, so the only person he can think of going to is going to Dorothy, a very trusted person. Plus she was a human, so she will know what to do. Slowly lowering his hands, he glanced down at small body, that was still not responding to any thing: not when he transformed around them, not when he took them in to the air, not even now, just still, breathing and not awake. Once the body was at Dot’s eye sight level, her eyes grew wide with shock rushing over with a bit of a limp, focused on the child completely.

“I need your help Dot” he spoke with worry and care, letting human touch little archivist...

Stirring awake, you turned in your sleeping bag, letting out angry grumbles as you pulled covering over your head. For the first time in weeks you managed to find a soft spot in your sleeping sack, your body melting in to soft padding and hotel pillows, letting a sigh feeling soft fur of teddy bear, nuzzling in to it, letting out a wide yawn. You can hear birds chirping loudly with light annoyingly shining in to your eyes even though you had a blanket over your head. Though one noise confused you just for a moment, enough to forse you to open your eyes. You knew for sure that forest did not had any cows, so how come you can hear them. Still with blurry vision, spinny head and half asleep state, you set up, feeling your self almost loosing fight to blanket, looking around, trying to get out. It took some time but ass soon as your eyes adjusted you realised one thing after another: for once you were not in a sleeping bag in your tent, you were in some kids room, evident by all the toys, pink bedding and other things that clearly made it seem like a child’s room. Slowly getting out of the bed, you looked down, shame quickly heating up your cheek and you pulled the blanket over your self, panic now fully settling in. Adrenaline pumping through your blood, you lost control of your limbs and fell out of the bed with loud echoing thud. You are certain that this noise alerted someone as a set of footsteps echoed though the house, quickly approaching the room you were in. Being an “A+” student meant that you quickly learned how to differentiate footsteps and when thay are getting close, wrapping your self in blanket and shoving your self in to the corner, eyes wide and heart pounding like crazy in your chest, deafening you. The door slowly creaked open and a dark skinned woman poked her head in, making sure you were decent before walking in. You relax a bit at sight of green uniform of forest ranger, but still were on guard.

“Morning kiddo, you look better. That was a nice way of letting us know you were awake” she let a small chuckled, placing clean clothes on the bed you just fell out of, as yours were gone as you are sure that falling out of tower watch in to tree made it dirty, you just were creeped out that they were missing. “How are you filling?”

“I am okay” you nodded softly, panic calming down just a bit “Where am I? Who are you?”

“You are okay, you are at my range. My name is Dorothy Malto.” She did not move from the other side of the bed, giving you a bit of space and time to relax. You looked down at clothes and then up at woman “Your clothes were not.. in best of conditions. Do you feel any pain any where? Falling from such high place surely left some marks on your body.”

“I feel.. okay...” you nodded softly, patting your self to feel anything. So far you were okay and honesty only thanks to miracle and Megatron that you were unharmed .”How did?”

“How about I tell you every thing at breakfast. I am sure you are hungry”

“Yeah. Thanks” you nodded again and watched woman leave, giving you some privacy as you looked down at new clothes.....

Taking in deep breath, Megatron opticks flickered to life, unfolding his arms from his chest and looking around. He was in secret base of little ones, who were more then ecstatic that he suddenly showed up for the late night – any sleep disappearing with in seconds, assaulting him with questions and asking for stories. Of course he complied, intertaining the youth with all kind of fairy-tails he could remember, all while wondering just what will happen to you. Now he was awake, young ones were out of the base, propably already having fun with Bee or meeting you. He secretly hopped that they didn’t, wishing to introduce you him self to they young once, knowing how some of them can get quite excited. Getting up with grunt, he carefully walked out of the base, making sure to be carful with his big frame, squinting as sun shined brightly in to his opticks, lifting his servo to block some light. He can hear kids laughing, cows mooing and birds chirping. After a second, he was able to see and spotted a group of younglings huddled around in far out corner, hiding under the tree, with a new small figure in between them. Letign a sigh, his hopes of introducing Little Archivist dwindle, but not to much. Even from here he can see that you seemed to feel a bit better then you did in the camp though, clearly engaging with others without looking like you were forced in to socialising. Any time your camp would have some kind of activities, you always tried to hang out in the corner, out of sight, trying not to interact with kids. And even during free time you will avoid same age kids like fire. But now he sees you more relaxed, engaging with others, even if you are trapped under Soft Ears, letting your little hand slide up and down the fur. Taking a deep breath, Megatron strated walking forward, already seeing a chain reaction from young once, Twitch face lighting up with a big grin and flying towards him, circling his head and then nuzzling in to his side. She was really affectionate for a small bot, and he liked her too. Especialy her energetic enthusiasm.

“Good morning little one” he greeted them softly, joining them in the small circle, with Terrance happily greeting him back, with one more additional voice in the mix, he knows MO and Robby are in school by now, menaing  there were only terrance and a new guest “I see you met a new friend?”

“Yeas, we did, and they are quite nice” Nightshade smiled, his cyan optick not moving even a bit, but he can still can gues that kid was happy to meet another “egghead” as human would say. And he just let them on, with all the kids soon talking about what ever was on their mind, making him feel a bit more content that all the kids were in one place, almost but he knew Rob and Mo were safe at school. Though one of the younglings were not as safe as they were. Still worried about Y/N passing out suddenly in his servo AFTER falling of a watchtower, that even he can tell was to dangerous to climb, let alone when he slammed in to it, yet he is sure that speaking about it with them in privet will be the best, so he just waited pationly, knowing well that Bee will show up soon to whisk kids away for another training integrated with a play. It’s seemed to be the only way to get younglings to enjoy training in this day and age. And like a clock, Bee shows up and take young Terrace to train, leaving him and little archivist alone. Clearing his throat, Megatron looked down at the small young human, who was looking up at him with doe like eyes, coking their head just a bit.

“So, mind telling me what you were doing on that watch tower?” And he can see colour drain immideatly drain out of their little face, eyes growing wide and darting around, brain visibly struggling for answers. It was hilarious that they panicked so quickly at such simple question, making him let a snort out. “So?”

You shrunk in your self, mentally wishing that little cattle did not fell asleep on you, wishing that you can try to say something that you needed to do something, that you needed to get back to the camp, but alas, you were stuck. You can feel warmth drain out of your body and back heating up, quickly glancing down to avoid eye contact with Megatron, who clearly was giving you a parent glare, squinting a bit as you made a eye contact for a second. You really had no idea what to tell him – first of all you already had enough of your parents dealing with your bullies, even if it did not help much thanks to school politicks and all, you really did not wanted to drag Megatron in to it, second of all if he will get involved you are sure that your bullying will get worse. Just talking to him made it bad, what will happen if he will show up for a “talk”. Sucking in breath, you scrambled in your head for an explanation that will save you and HIM a hustle: well first of all you are a teenager, right, and they are infamous for getting in trouble, so maybe if you pretend that you were “acting out” you can make him believe that you were just exploring something abandoned, and second of all it was not much of a lie. You always wanted to see and visit an abandoned building, so you decided to go with this. Yet one more glance at bot quickly made you rethink your life choices – the squint seemed to glow, red light digging in to your soul, you immideatly averted your gaze, pressing you lips in to thin line and pressing your head in to your shoulders, able to feel heat spreading through your back. Yep, no, you are not lying to big bot who’s hands can easily wrap around you. You hated to admit it, but that night, when he “kidnapped you”, it did leave some mental scars, giving you nightmares time to time and just how weak you are compared to cybertronian. An uncontrollable chill ran up your spine, you gave up on lie, gently stroking little cattle, who finally seemed to have enough of you, or he heard his mom calling him. You almost cried a bit as little comforting cattle got up, the warmth of living being leaving your lap and slowly trotting away to where ever they wished, leaving you alone with Megatron. He seemd to immideatly notise your discomfort, reaching for you and scooping up to hold up to his face, as you are sure that constantly looking down must hurt his neck. You tried not to move to much in his servo, to scared right now, like a child terrified of a parent who knows that their kid did something wrong.

“Well?” Megatron asked again, tilting his head to side, digits flexing behind small humans back “why were you up there, in the middle of the night?”

“I... I was asked to bring something from there” you replied with notes of shame, now truly seeing how ridiculous it was to risk your life for a toy, yet you had your reasons and maybe they were a bit childish. “I could not say no”

“And for what reason you could not say no? What would be the reason to put your fragile life in to danger?” his tone was calm yet you still can feel notes of anger and disappointment echoing though his voice. “If I were not there, you would’ve been badly hurt, for pits, I don’t even wish to think if you would even make it out a life” you shivered a bit as bot raised his voice, just a bit, not to much to get attention of other robots, but enough to make you shiver. Yep, you are hundred present in trouble now, folding in to your self, you looked away, not able to look in to his red optick, not because they were scary, but because you felt ashamed. “Well, why were you up there?”

“I.. I was forced to do it” you answered with a bit of shame, regretting that you are admitting your weakness, yet it also felt good. You did grew tiered of running to your parents for help, even if it what you supposed to do “I could not say not to it.... they had my Teddy bear”

“Teddy bear? Seriously?” Megatron stifled a chuckle as he coked an eyebrow at little life in his hand. They risked their being for a toy... such a childish act, but honestly, sort of adorable as they were still young and naive. “For a teddy bear?” a smile escaped him and he quickly looked away. This is not a laughing matter.

“Teddy was gift from my grandma! I couldn’t let Dupeng do anything to him!” you bursted out, able to see that Megatron is not taking it seriouse as much as he tries, slowly cracked in to quite chuckle “It’s not funny!”

Despite the disappointment and anger, seeing you get so riled up relay broke him, Megatron cracking in to laughter, shaking with chuckle. You had to grip on to his servo, clinging to life and not really wanting to fall again, even if from small height, still you had enough of falling for one day. When he managed to calm down, he jus let a heavy sigh and patted you on your head. Alright, this was a really stupid decision on your side that you went to such length just to keep a toy in good shape, a childish like behaviour for a young being.

“It’s not funny” you pouted, clinging to metal fingers wrapped around, really wanting to be back on ground. “It was a last gift from my grandma... and I can’t sleep without it” you confessed with red cheeks.

“You risked your life for a toy, little archivist. This is funny” Megatron chuckled, pocking their cheeks with his big digit, feeling soft flesh give in under him “Well at least you were lucky I was there.”

And safe. After a quick scolding, he let you down and join Terrance when they had a break, able to feel his spark relax and now seeing his little collection of kids safe and all gathered in one place. Maybe he can even somehow put you in to the same school as Rob and Mo, just to be more safe. And he is sure it will be easy as any parent will be happy to switch school if their kid went missing on one of the school trips.

Previous

[demdems]

Son boy acquired

did Not mean to accidentally put off reading the manga and come back and have this mini? arc finished and wrapped up, my bad

Already anticipating to have more thoughts than i plan despite it only being, 4 chapters, oops

gonna overview first my thoughts, i think it's a bit of a crime to make this stay in a different school so short, shame bc i did want more world building but I'm holding out that getting our foot in the door here means we can come back when needed, especially since the ominous send off at the end is a gun waiting to fire off in the future

Ok now gonna break down the beats i really liked and my thoughts

Minor thing probably but i think ultimately very important in regards to what mairuma says about education, it says a lot when urara speaks up against an unfair teacher, society tends to tell children to listen to the adults no matter how wrong something may be so it says a lot when a kid speaks up against a transgression, kids are a lot smarter than u think

Bc yes as genzel [the teacher] says, while education is the matter of concern for the adults teaching, its unfair to leave students out of the discussion just cuz in these scenarios they're not the ones with the knowledge needed, education and learning is for both the student and the teacher as a good learning environment leaves space for both to grow, a close minded teacher will not turn out well educated students especially in the cases of not engaging student learning in exams the same way they engage in the classroom or not taking into consideration how to approach a student who doesn't understand the material, it is important to teach students the right way and to also encourage students to speak for themselves

Ok so enough about education, this arc is a very good showcase of leiji as a candidate for demon king which is very important bc i think it adds substance to the competition as only propping up iruma would make it feel like a less satisfying pay off in the end, there's potential for drama if all three of the grandsons have been proven to be worthwhile competent candidates for the demon king role vs just saying the other two will be good but ultimately giving it to iruma w no fanfare

Leiji does seem like he doesnt take his role seriously or at the least seems to be brazen in how he establishes himself in the school but he does show that he's worth his salt quite well, he intervenes when genzel is about to get physical in disciplining urara while citing his reasons for it, and he picks up what genzels been running pretty easily despite his more limited knowledge of what could be going on, and despite how reckless it may seem to just shoot out the octopus with no plan he has a pretty insane mastery of his bloodline ability and handles the situation with ease, so overall very nice to get more of this guy and to cement his credibility as a demon king candidate

urara is my son boy, ok, he's so cute, he's a smart kid and wants to do what's right, like you need some info ok cool lemme pull out a librarys worth of solo research from my pocket dimension, and he gets to show off a little by creating the plan that gets them genzel but omg have a little more self preservation instincts next time little man, now that he's shown up in the manga and is working under leiji i hope we get to see him now

Balam my king, >shows up >looks ominous >doesn't elaborate >leaves, king behavior, but i do theorize this is a symbolic showing of sort of how the new generation of demons will step up and lead in their own way, as balam was more of a fallback while leiji and urara handled most of the situation, it's a pretty good balance between "kids should not suffer the burdens of adults" and "let kids handle themselves when they can" bc the second one is a learning scenario where it can be appropriate to step back to let them grow, while the problems caused by adults should be handled by adults, stunting students chances to learn and grow doesnt let them prepare for when they have to take off their training wheels to be adults, it's important to work to achieve a balance, rip my hope for evil cycle balam tho join me in the prayer circle for it to happen soon

So, good arc, maybe a bit short but a gun is loaded [plus one more in the next chapter] so I'm holding out for when it fires

[lipstickreptile]

Courtesy of the Capitol

I guess we can call this a little practice run before Hayffie week! I decided not to dedicate this to any of the promts because I find it a bit too angsty.

TW: Slut shaming. Refrence to prostitution. General government control

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Effie has always been a social person throughout her life. Yet the district 12 escort has lived alone for the past 10 years. Only accompanied by an aquarium of exotic fish that decorates her bedroom.

She likes to have things her way which has made it difficult to even have housekeeping. Therefore, when Effie enters her apartment on an early September evening she knows instantly someone is there.

The peacekeepers by her terrace door only confirms the gut feeling she instantly had. She doesn't bother to slip out of her flats, only drops her purse to the floor with a thud. They open the door for her to her terrace.

That's the only acknowledgement they give her.

"Euphemia Trinket! There you are." The voice is oddly foreign to her. Even though she has met the President several times throughout the years.

He is well seated in her lounge. Tea prepared with her family heirlooms. She feels like a child ready to be scolded by the principal. Therefore she doesn't know what else to do but stare.

'Manners, Trinket.' She scolds herself, followed by a a decently long courtesy. "President Snow. What an honor".

"You know I like to congratulate my escorts, Miss Trinket."

What is there to congratulate on? District 12 didn't do particularly well. They only lasted longer than usual. Franky, because the 72nd games lasted longer than usual. "Pliny Arausio certainly was a worthy winner". Effie says politely approaching the seating area. She has to remind herself that she is in her own home.

"He certainly was." Snow smiles and gestures to the tea. "I'm terribly sorry to be intruding. I was told you would be late home, so I thought I would get started". It isn't common that she has to force a smile.

Who told him? People in her office? Her doctor? Or do they just know her routine?

Snow pours water from the kettle for both of them into the tiny pink tea cups. "I imagine you're more of a coffee person".

"I am." She agrees. "You know the games can keep us occupied until late at night".

"Certainly. 'Your' girl died this year during the early morning I believe?".

Effie can oddly nod. The poor child had a severe case of hypothermia and had in her madness thrown off all her clothes. Freezing to death, thinking her body was burning. She had been on the phone with the makers for hours trying to censor the girl's death. Not even in death did they care to think about the child's dignity.

"Sugar?".

Effie didn't sleep for three nights after that. Not until Haymitch had talked her into sleeping in his room.

"Yes, thank you".

The president hands her the tea and then quickly returns to his own. Coughing a bit into the steam. She starts sipping, slowly. It gives her seconds to plan the correct responses, proper topics. "I suggest you get used to tea, Miss Trinket. You shouldn't drink coffee in your condition".

Her gut feeling was right. She is not really surprised but it feels like she's falling from a 10-story building. Her hand is shaking, sending vibrations through the porcelain. It's almost a victory when she is able to place the tea cup back on the table.

"I find you and your family amusing, Trinket. Certainly wouldn't think of you as a traitor".

The pleasantries are certainly over. Now she is confronted with the ice blue orbs staring into her. Waiting for a confession. "When Capitol women share their bed with Finnick Odair it's not an issue. I don't understand how this is any different".

"Do not act dumb with me" Snow has finished his tea now and is leaning forward. "Being the whore of a district dog is not the same".

All the powder that is doing it's best to keep her face white can't hide the red that is rushing to her face. She is so angry. Furious.

"Do not worry, dear. I'm sure it was not your intention to let that drunk impregnate you."

Do not cry, Effie. Don't cry! Do not allow him to use it as a admission of guilt. You did nothing wrong.

"I am not getting any younger. This might be my only opportunity to have a child. Besides all his flaws, Haymitch is a pretty man". She just called him a donor. A desperate attempt to conceal what had actually happened.

Of course it wasn't like that. It had been an accident.

They had been sleeping together for years. Every July, sometimes August if the games lasted long enough. And this year? They had more than two months together. Late nights and early mornings.

'I used him to get pregnant'. An offense surely, but not worse than what they had actually done.

"Don't lie".

"I'm not lying. He doesn’t know!".

Snow stands from his seat, stretching his back a bit. "A family should be united, Miss Trinket. Perhaps you would enjoy to stay in 12 permanently". The old man looks up into the sky like he is considering something. "You're expecting in April? May?" He pulls up his fingers and starts counting: "74, 75, 76, 77, 78, 79, 80, 81, 82, 83, 84, 85." Effie stands up from her chair approaching him with such hurry, she doesn't even consider that his guards can decide to shoot her.

She is so close to him now that she can smell the rose attached to his jacket. That's when he says the obvious part out loud: "That's what I thought. Your baby will be old enough to countinue the family tradition on the 35th anniversary of their father's reaping"

Any resistance she had in her to contain her tears is gone. She's bawling. "I will quit! Give me another district. Whatever you want me to do. Please. Please don't do this".

"Oh no Euphemia. You're not going to quit. You're going to countinue as per usual. Next year we will find you a substitute of course. Spend time with your newborn miracle"

Snow looks away from her and calls for his assistant. The woman joins them on the terrace carrying a teddy bear with a big gold bow on it. ''Courtesy of the capitol. Congratulations, Miss Trinket''.

It's difficult to tell if the assistant is oblivious to the situation or if she too is here to twist the knife in her stomach. Effie accepts the bear simply out of instinct and then holds it like it was a living thing. Like a kitten, maybe even a baby. The comfort of the soft fabric is everything she has.

"When the 74th Hunger games comes around I want you to remember our talk. Remember how grateful you should be. How merciful I am to Abernathy's little bastard".

The words that are forming in her mouth hurts. She dooms Haymitch. She dooms the baby. And in the long run she dooms herself too. "He will never know about the child. I promise".

"You will have to become a better performer. " He studies her up and down. "You exposed yourself when you started wearing flats".

[applepixls]

ok-

impulse of the sv variety. we need a chat, sir.

in guess the build he'll make thumb people and sloths that look like cows and then he'll just turn around and build the flipping acropolis 3 times over stylized with an i and make a thumbnail with shaders and everything.

[karezaru]

there's a post i can't find rn that better articulates my thoughts, but i really do love how much more terrifying things are in judgment, it keeps you at the edge of your seat with what's at stake

[teaboot]

Yeah Mr. Darcy’s proposal was a complete turd and a half but you gotta understand. You got your life together. A good career, stable income, retirement plan, all that shit together. And you meet this girl. And she’s everything. Clever, outspoken, funny, calls you on your bullshit. Grade A cutie, right? And she doesn’t go out of her way to spend time with you but she’s nice, and sometimes you catch her looking your way in a way that makes you think you might have a shot.

But her family. Holy shit.

First off, it’s p much ALL women, and mostly UNMARRIED women, which at this time means of something happens to her dad then you’re financially responsible for like. Four grown ass adults, potentially forever

Because mom in law is DEFINITELY gonna need someone to take care of her when dad in law kicks it, and they have like. NO money. So already you’re accepting that if all goes well, you’re gonna be one random old bag’s retirement home. That’s expensive and exhausting, yeah? Imagine asking someone on a first date knowing that if they say yes and things go good her high-strung chihuahua mother is gonna move in with you. IMAGINE.

And girly’s other sisters. Well, one is a sweetheart, yeah, so she probably won’t be an issue, but that still leaves three more, and two of those ones are INSUFFERABLE. Never went to school, dumb as rocks, spend cash like it’s toilet paper

And while one of the two is young still and might grow out of it the OTHER one is actively torpedo’ing her entire family’s reputation by wandering off with random dudes and chasing ass. She’s never gonna work, she can’t build connections, she’s a fucking sinkhole, and she’s being led on by the same goddamn con man ass leeching tit who’s been bleeding you dry while telling anyone who’ll listen that your family is full of ratty thieving bastards.

And if he dumps her after a week- WHICH YOU KNOW HIS BITCH ASS IS GONNA- you’ve got a SECOND UNMARRIABLE GROWN ASS ADULT TO PROVIDE FOR. And you KNOW she’s gonna be a tantrum-throwing little shit about it, and it’s not like you can lock her in the basement or something, you’re gonna have to bring her fucking. Everywhere. And give her an allowance and shit while she contributes zero, because again, she NEVER GOT EDUCATED AND HAS NO MARKETABLE SKILLS. She’s not even good to TALK to. FUCK

And you’re looking at this girl’s father like “please for the love of fuck get your spawn under control, marry them off, get them working on their résumé, learning to sew or be nursemaids or manage staff or SOMETHING, yall got no money and one foot in the grave” and that old man just laughs like “haha yeah, what can you do. lol”

So you’re looking to the mom and finally it’s making sense how she got that twitch in her eye and as MUCH as she is you’re starting to realize she’s the SMART one, desperately throwing her armloads of girls at random men like they’re a bunch of fucking lifeboats bobbing around a sinking ship, like yes Jesus Christ sweetly that life boat IS old and ugly and kind of boring but for FUCKS SAKE PICK ONE

And you look back at this girl who is ALSO REFUSING THE LIFE BOATS BY THE WAY and god damn it she’s still the most radiant thing you’ve ever seen so fine, fuck it, Christ alive, you’ll do it. You’ll shoot your shot. She’s everything you’ve ever wanted in anybody abut it’s not even just about that anymore, it’s about being her best fucking shot at a future, and even if she doesn’t like you all that much she’s still gonna say yes and that might break your heart a bit knowing it’s about the money but who knows, maybe it will at least be civil, or companionable, and even if she doesn’t LOVE you at least you’ll know she’s well and cared for

And so you’ll do it. You’ll take on the neurotic stress mess mother in law, the absent father, the broke ass wingnut no brain no money no future airhead sisters, the bad mannered relatives and the embarrassing behaviour and the impending future of sharing your entire shit with a clown parade of freeloaders, you’ll risk it all and accept the absolute certainty of financial ruin and emotional exhaustion for the rest of your whole ass life and you’ll make your own family deal with it too, you’ll do it, you’ll fucking DO IT, you stupid lovesick motherfucker

And so you go to this chick like “look. Your whole family’s a shitshow. You’ve got fucking nothing and you’re gonna die on the street. But for some reason- and I don’t get it either- I’ve fallen in love with you, and I wish I didn’t, but I did, so I’m telling you that whether you like me or not, I’ll give you everything. I’ll give you everything even if it’s the dumbest shit I ever done. Fuck my stupid Baka ass, I’ll marry you.”

And she looks at you- having heard or considered absolutely none of your months-long internal debate and monologue- and goes “The fuck did you just say about my family, you son of a bitch?”

And the shock of that is enough to jolt you back into a reality where you are able to actually hear and process what just came out of your damn mouth And yeah

Yeah, I think I kinda get it

[honey-tongued-devil]

[Arcane preference]reacting to their s/o calling them husband/wife for the first time

I’ve finished the first chapter of the long fic about Universe 7 (Anytime it rains). As soon as my second beta reader gives me the okay, I’ll post it. While I wait, I’ve written the first headcanon (out of three I’m definitely planning to write and post in the next few days) and picked up the drawing of Steb I’d left unfinished. I’m slow, as usual, but English isn’t my first language, and I’m juggling a lot of things at once. Enjoy!

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Jayce:

-This man is planning to put a ring on your finger as soon as possible, okay? -Between the academy, public appearances, and both theoretical and practical studies, there isn’t a single moment when he’s really in the right mindset to bring up the topic -The worst part is that, deep down, he’s terrified of putting pressure on you -That’s why, the first time he hears you refer to him as “my husband” during a gala with noble families, he almost chokes -He has to gather all his strength not to grab the interlocutor by the shoulders and ask if they also heard you say that word -He’ll try to keep his composure, maybe responding to your remark with, “Yes, exactly. Her husband really did say/do/design that.”

Viktor:

-It’s not a thought he’s ever really entertained; it never crossed his mind -Part of it is that science is his priority, and part of it is that marriage doesn’t seem like something meant for people like him, -The first time you call him “your husband”, that thought suddenly becomes real in his head, and he can’t help but lean against a wall and wait for the other person to leave -“So, I’m your husband now, huh? Mmm… I don’t mind, a bit pretentious, though…” he jokes, making you roll your eyes -Now, more than ever, he has no idea what to do. He’ll give you a bronze ring from a machine he’s building -“Until I can get one worthy of you.”

Ekko:

-Yes -That’s it -The end -Okay, seriously. The idea of being certain that something will last forever is probably his greatest wish -The first time you call him your husband, he doesn’t see it coming -“Wait, you’re married?” -“I was talking about you, Ekko.” -The moment you say it, he points to his chest, you see his lip tremble slightly, and his eyes grow shinier -He won’t stop talking about it for a week, and at least once a day, he’ll ask if you still want to marry him, if you’re sure, if you love him -No rings before S2; the promise is made by drawing something for each other on your masks and clothes -After S2, he still can’t afford a ring, but now that life is more stable, he can start thinking about a more traditional gift, like a piece of jewelry

Vander:

-This man is ravenous for any family role you might offer him—fiancé, father, husband. Anything goes -The first time you call him “husband”, he plays it cool but will seize the first opportunity to return the favor by telling a customer you’re married -As soon as he can, he’ll squeeze your hand, even under the counter -The idea of being married and having a complete family is everything he’s ever wanted -He won’t stop calling you “my beautiful wife/husband” from that moment on.

-You said it first; you can’t take it back. Now you have to get married

Silco (old man):

-This man’s only sin is loving too much, but I’ll save that reflection for another post -Having no ties other than his illegitimate daughter doesn’t make him someone who’s particularly keen on formalities -The first time you call him “your husband” is in front of Sevika, and he slowly turns to look at you, while she slowly turns to look at him -“Did I... miss something?” Sevika asks, but he doesn’t reply, still perplexed, before glancing at her and saying, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” -He’s relieved but doesn’t show it. He can’t afford to just yet -As soon as he confirms you were serious, your name will be flamboyantly forgotten—he’ll constantly refer to you as “my wife/husband”

Silco (young):

-The man who survives on love -The first time you call him your husband is in front of Vander, and while Vander bursts out laughing, Silco chokes on his drink -“Are you serious?” He’s so happy that his pale iris are completely swallowed by his dilated pupils -He grabs a pen and draws a ring around your finger -To his credit, he works in a mine, so it’s hard to do better than that, but it becomes the goal that keeps him going -Completely focused on family, the future, and anything that sees the two of you together and happy

Steb:

-The first time you call him your husband is at a dinner among enforcer families, and being mute doesn’t stop him from stealing the spotlight -He whips around, blinking slowly with only his third eyelid in a gesture of confusion -When he’s 100% sure he understood what you said, his eyes widen, the small membranes under his eyes flutter madly, and even the barely visible gills near his jaw gasp for a moment -Someone says, “I didn’t know you were married,” and he immediately nods enthusiastically, not giving you time to take it back -Within 48 hours, he’ll have the ring ready

Jinx:

-The first time you call her “your wife”, she freezes -“What did you just call me?” -She’s used to being a little sister, a big sister, a daughter—she’d never thought she could be a wife. Family ties aren’t chosen, but the idea that someone would want her in their life so much they’d marry her feels incredible -“You want to marry me? Really? Why?” -She bursts into tears, and it’ll take at least 24 hours of cuddling in bed to calm her down -After that, she’ll run to her father to announce that she’s now a married woman

Vi:

-She might not be Silco and/or Vander’s blood daughter, but she’s inherited their deep desire for family -From her family’s tragic fate to Vander’s, she’s always seen family as the ultimate aspiration -When you call her “your wife” for the first time, she doesn’t notice right away, but a full minute later, she whirls around to look at you, as if to ask for confirmation -“Say it again.” -“...You need to buy bread?” -“No, all of it.” -“My wife needs to go buy bread.” -“Again.”

-"My... wife?"

-"Again"

Caitlyn:

-Has she thought about it? Yes -Was she planning to act on it? Not exactly -Caitlyn struggles with emotions and feelings, which is why she hesitates and takes her time -But when you first call her “your wife”, her brain completely shuts off—she just stares at you, unable to hear a single word being said -If you or someone else asks her a question, she’ll snap out of it and respond, -“My wife/husband said everything.” Even if it makes no sense as an answer, making you laugh and leaving the other person baffled

Mel:

-Not a single flicker of surprise—the first time you call her “your wife”, she remains completely composed -“So, I’m your wife?” she asks as soon as you’re in private, approaching you like a feline. You can almost hear the purr in her voice -She’s amused but also intrigued by whatever game you’re playing -The idea of marriage is complicated for her—on one hand, it feels like it would limit her freedom to act, while on the other, unresolved family issues seem to devour her at the mere thought of starting a new cycle -She’ll tell you to go ahead, to get married, but she’ll also ask for time -In the meantime, though, she’ll start using the term “husband/wife” with you—she likes the way it rolls off her tongue

Sevika:

-Between the work she does, the environment she lives in, and all the interesting circumstances of her life, marriage has never been on her radar -Not to mention that in Zaun, it’s not exactly a common practice—people just move in together and build families when they can, without much fuss over formalities or bureaucracy -The first time it happens, she’s playing cards with the other goons, and you casually ask if “your wife is winning” -Her first reaction isn’t even hers—it’s the others’. Dustin, the blond goon with the lazy eye, almost starts crying, embarrassing her -Don’t worry, she’ll make you pay for it at home -She won’t ask to formalize anything, but in true Zaunite fashion, she’ll consider you married, plain and simple

[kansasjustgotgayer]

I would really love if next weekend i actually get to have both days to myself to rest rather than helping my sibling for half of the dang day dealing with their various neuroses and coddling their emotions.

[morning-fragility]

🔊 Sleep Token — The Apparition 🔊

What remains of you and me so far:

[ Check out the first post about this AU ]

Hii, my mind has been running every direction all at once lately, so RAW BULLET POINTS IT IS! 💥🔫

● It all starts when Jimmy asks Grian to help him with bore holes for their survey last fall.

(In his head, Grian agrees the very first time Jimmy comes to him, but enjoys taunting him for another week nontheless)

The place is in the middle of nowhere, and the entire way there — the entire long, tiring, mostly off-road way there — Grian wonders how they found this valley to begin with. Locals in the last village they pass smile at them condescendingly; forester is a bit more straight-forward: they look like three presumptuous idiots, Joel, Jimmy and himself, with their car getting stuck miserably at one point.

The very first bore hole drills directly into a human skull.

The complex swirl of emotions on Jimmy's face is like nothing Grian has seen before.

And so it was settled.

● (Yes, the skull they drill into was Jimmy's.)

● Next summer Grian brings along Mumbo, his fellow geologist and dear friend ever since their university times; he has never worked with archeologists before and is, naturally, chuffed to bits.

Scar has been eager for some kind of vacation for a long time, too, and gladly takes the opportunity to try something new.

The only other wild card in otherwise pretty well-established group of archeologists is Tango, who lost a bet to Skizz and is now stuck helping his boys.

(Cub was invited by multiple people as well, but sadly he's too busy with work and couldn't make it, despite planning to. Scar calls him every time he's able to catch the signal).

● At first everything goes normally. They get to the place, set up their camp near old cabin of local gamekeeper, move their provisions and most of the equipment inside the cabin, check out the river and find a good spot to get down to it easily. The weather is pretty nice, the nature around is gorgeous. The first time they go to take a proper look at the site itself Grian feels a bit dizzy, but he doesn't pay much attention to it and quickly joins the discussion of outlines of the buildings visible on the ground.

● The oddities begin a couple of days later, when they finish with the camp and start the actual work.

Specifically, Grian starts acting weird.

Not like it's out of character for him, but neither Scar, nor Joel or Mumbo recall him having, say, troubles with hearing; now, often he's not reacting when someone calls out to him directly, but mentions hearing people talk when nobody spoke. Sometimes he looks openly lost or suddenly stops in his tracks and gives them confused glances, as if wanting to ask something or surprised to see them. A couple of times he wonders off into the woods alone (to "check what's out there" )

The gang are reasonably worried about him, but hesitate to confront him openly. Most of them are not exactly familiar with Grian's personal life and don't want to overstep, and each time someone who is tries, he brushes them off.

● At some point in the beginning of the second week, Grian suddenly breaks into laughter when they uncover yet another skeleton. It's loud, abrupt. Hysterical.

Scar, who's getting real concerns now, steadies him by the shoulders and leads him away from the sun, back to the camp; but Grian barely notices.

On their way from the site, Grian locks eyes with Scott, who goes pale and stays that way for the rest of the day. That's enough for Grian to gather he's not the only one who's rapidly going insane.

● And Grian starts thinking he's going insane. At first he blames it on the nerves. The last couple of months have been stressful, the weather is hot lately, he's not getting enough sleep, he must have overworked himself...

But this barely explains what he's actively hallucinating, and eventually it all sinks in. The realization, the deja vus. The dread. The feeling of being trapped, helpless, stuck in a loop he had no idea existed and likely has no control over.

He withdraws into himself and starts avoiding people; particularly Scar, because oh, Grian is terrified of visions of him. Of hearing his voice say words he can't understand, of echo of his laughter carried through the valley, of his silhouette following him along the treeline. Of seeing what remains of his bones and trying not to throw up.

There are visions of others, too, and they mess with Grian's head all the same, sure, but Scar is just... different. Too much. Grian can't look him in the eye now, can't stand the warmth of his touch. But can't get away either.

They must've loved eachother then, too. He can tell.

This revelation makes Grian feel relieved and betrayed at the same time, and all he can think about is the question of free will.

● Scar is very confused by this change, even when he starts getting visions of his own.

Grian doesn't kiss him anymore. Doesn't smile at him. Often doesn't even sit near him or Mumbo at breakfast and lunch, too deep in conversation with Big B. He refuses to talk about this; ignores Scar only to suddenly brush shoulders or lean into him, and then act like it never happened.

Worst of all is the way Grian is looking at him lately — well, mostly he doesn't, — but when he does, it's with an emotion Scar can't identify. A mix of anger, sorrow, longing, guilt, and something else, much softer, tender. It drives Scar crazy.

Most of the expedition members don't even know there's something between them. Although they were never officially together, so even Scar himself is not sure anymore. He thought they were fine, but apparently he messed something up, didn't he? Overstepped somewhere, misunderstood something, rushed, did something wrong... Otherwise why would Grian be like this when they're clearly meant to be together, what in the world is he doing to both of them? Is he blind??

● (I really liked how poetically Birdie put this when I rambled about it to them):

● And so, while Grian is staring at visions of Scar from the past with fear and sorrow, Scar chases the visions of Grian, curious about this version of him, needing to know more. He feels uneasy about some of the hallucinations at times, sure, but they intrigue him nevertheless.

● The expedition carries on, nevermind the awkward silences between people, half-truths, shared looks of confusion and deep, unspoken sadness.

● Scar paints local views, trees, mountains, the riverbank. Sometimes Bdubs or Pearl join him and they disappear together for hours, only to later return with hands full of sketches, wet canvases and Scar's trusty painter's case, with smudges of oil paint all over their hands and faces, laughing and chatting.

He tries to be a bit more sneaky about this, but he also draws people, Grian chief among them: little portraits of him are scattered all across his sketchbook, both real and the one from the visions. Along with Jimmy, Lizzie, Mumbo, Bdubs and others.

● They find a couple of old fishing rods in the cabin, and with a bit of tinkering and Etho's professional fishing kit, there's an impromptu fishing club on the weekends. Grian finds some peace in these evenings.

● The work goes at a fast pace; there are very few problems with identifying artefacts and deciding where to expand the excavation next. Nobody bothers asking questions anymore.

Pearl stops talking to Scott. Martyn doesn't seem to leave Ren's side. Cleo frowns at them and sticks to teasing Etho and Bdubs.

● The breaking point comes when the weather gets bad. There are several rainy days in a row, and they're forced to mostly stay at the camp and busy themselves with cleaning and cataloging the artefacts. Grian sorts through things that used to belong to some other version of him and decides he can't take it anymore. He wants to leave. As soon as possible, as far as possible. This prompts a heated discussion amongst archeologists, but Cleo gives Grian a knowing look and backs him up, assuring Martyn she'll deal with the paperwork herself when they return at the end of the season (and will personally make sure Grian doesn't get a single penny out of this). Besides, they've been planning on sending Joel to the store anyway.

● Scar is not as nonchalant when he learns about this, — did Grian even plan to tell him?

He's mad, in fact.

Upset and done with playing this silent game with ever-changing rules, he confronts Grian about what's going on; about them and their history (both as they knew it and the one discovered more recently).

(here's a little snippet):

They fight outside as the rain gets heavier and heavier, and Scar storms off to "check if the site is properly covered", secretly hoping to see a vision of Grian from the past there; he'd be much more pleasant to deal with right now, that's for sure.

Grian doesn't follow.

He returns to the camp alone. Joel tells him there's no way they're driving through the mess that are the forest roads right now, and nobody sees him for the rest of the evening.

● The next day Scar wakes up with a nasty cold. The sun comes out, though. It's getting hot again.

● The worst of the puddles and the mess on the road dry out in a day, and Grian and Joel set out for the trip. They're worried about Scar (Grian feels so, so bad about this) and propose taking him to the hospital, but Cleo gives them a look ("it's a bloody cold, Grian, he's not dying. Although he might, if you try taking him on that hellish roller-coaster with a fever") and waves them off.

Mumbo stays; he's glad to find Scar asleep when he comes to check on him.

● The entire way to the nearest village with a convenience store — the entire gloomy, bleak, mostly off-road way there — Grian contemplates on existence in general and the last several weeks of it in particular. On the concept of soulmates. On what Scar had told him. On assuring himself he's in charge of his own life, and living said life without Scar in it.

Joel curses his car on every bump and tries to pull Grian out of his thoughts. It works, for a while. But when they finally get to the store, all Grian can think about is the pack of pistachios on the shelf and every time Scar said he wanted some this month. About how Scar is wallowing in his tent right now, sick and miserable, in the middle of nowhere. How this is Grian's fault entirely, how he made this choice for both of them, and now runs like a coward.

How unimportant and not right everything seems suddenly, when Scar must be heartbroken and so lonely — bright, kind, handsome and mischievous Scar...

● Joel pays at the checkout and joins Grian at the stairs in front of the store with two cans of beer.

The moment Grian thinks he's about to be lectured, Joel is already starting his "alright, Grian, what's blummin' wrong with you, you stupid arse". So Grian grins into his can and enjoys playing dumb. Because oh, he's got no idea what Joel's talking about, who's going where? He never said he's leaving-leaving, just volunteered to help a friend with groceries, he's nice like that.

When he senses he's about to get punched, possibly in the face, Grian gets up and starts loading Joel's car with grocery bags and boxes (maybe that's what saves him from a bruise after all).

● Joel gets his first flashback when he and Grian are getting out of his jeep late in the evening, talking about families and prospects of Joel settling down and starting one with Lizzie. He's very confused, but his experience is the least traumatizing of them all :'D

● (another snippet):

And Grian stays, truly. He tries not to run from visions anymore, but searches for Scar's hand every time he feels panic crawl into his chest instead. It's not that he stops contemplating the questions of fate and free will in all of this, as much as he finds it doesn't really matter anyway.

They leave together with half of the group two weeks later, causing several surprised gasps (and a cheerful whistle from Mumbo) when kissing on the site one last time, as a goodbye to it and whatever happened there.

(And what exactly happened there? Nobody knows yet, and nobody will never know for sure. That's history for you, baby >:] )

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There you go! Most of this is directly from my notes, so hope it's not too chaotic and maybe even understandable :'D

[lyvhie]

★ ˙ ̟ ─── . “get you there”.

| summary | haechan fucking you until you see stars and pass out. | cw | smut, oral (f), unprotected sex, squirt, passing out 😔, pet names. | a/n | i did this as a way to redeem myself for my accidental clickbait, FORGIVE ME YALL 🥺

To be honest, you had no idea how long you'd been there, lost in it.

It started off silly. Just a casual comment about your now very inactive sex life, shared with your friend, Haechan.

A small get-together had happened at your place earlier that night, but somehow, Haechan ended up staying way longer than planned. The conversation had drifted into the late hours, soft voices under dim lights, both of you relaxed in that quiet, familiar way that only years of friendship could create.

You talked about past relationships, about the weird things people did in bed, the good, the bad, the awkward. The air between you was even more comfortable than usual. Maybe that’s why things slipped out so easily. Things you never thought you’d admit. Things like the fact that you’ve never actually had an orgasm.

That—that caught his attention.

He looked at you a little differently after that, a spark lighting in his eyes as he leaned in just a bit and said, “I can make you get there, if you let me.”

Stupid man with stupid words. And you were just as stupid, because you really said yes.

Which brings you to the present—legs spread wide, back arching, and Haechan’s mouth glued to your cunt, his tongue working your soaked hole with shameless dedication.

How long had you been like this? You weren’t sure anymore.

Your legs were starting to ache from the position, trembling from the strain and the overstimulation. You’d long lost count of how many times he’d made you cum, even though he’d told you to keep track.

Your fingers were buried in his messy hair, tugging hard, not sure if you wanted to pull him closer or push him away. But he wasn’t giving you a choice, his tongue was relentless, thrusting into you with obscene precision, his mouth noisy, wet, ravenous.

His arms were hooked beneath your thighs, hands gripping them tightly as he anchored you in place, pulling you down even harder against his mouth.

He was devouring you, absolutely shameless, his nose brushing against your sensitive little bundle of nerves with every eager thrust of his tongue.

The room was filled with the slick, lewd sounds of wet sucking, your broken moans spilling freely, mixing with the soft, desperate hums coming from his throat, he was enjoying this. And you could feel it.

Not just in the way he moaned into you, but in the subtle grind of his hips against the mattress beneath him, chasing relief he was clearly denying himself in favor of feasting on you.

That familiar pressure began to build in your core once again, your body wound so tight it barely took anything now. And before you could even brace for it, you were cumming. Again.

Haechan groaned into you, loud and guttural, as his tongue welcomed your release like he’d been starving for it. He drank every last drop, licking you clean with long, purposeful strokes, your soft mewls only making his smile grow against your soaked, trembling cunt.

Honestly, you could’ve come again just from the sight of it.

He slowly hovered over you, capturing your lips in a messy, fevered kiss, his tongue coated with the taste of you, of both of you. It made your head spin.

You were so dazed, so far gone, that you didn’t even register the sound of his pants being pushed down, or the way he settled smoothly between your legs, hands caressing your thighs like they were something sacred.

Not until you felt him.

His cock, heavy and flushed, dragging through your folds, the tip brushing against your clit with maddening precision.

You gasped, overwhelmed, your hands flying to his arms as if to keep yourself ground, or stop him.

“Hyuck,” you whimpered, breathless and spent. “Gimme a break… please.”

He dragged his tongue slowly along your neck, warm and wet, just as his cock slid up and down your slick folds teasingly. The tip circled your entrance, barely pushing in, just enough to make your walls flutter around nothing.

“A break?” he murmured against your skin, lips curving into a smirk as he nibbled at your pulse. “After everything I gave you?” He pulled back just enough to look you in the eye, his cock still resting right at your entrance, heat pulsing between you. “You’re so selfish, you know that?”

His hips rolled forward just enough for the head of his cock to catch on your entrance again, making you twitch. He didn’t push in, of course he didn’t. He just stayed there, smirking.

“All those pretty sounds you made,” he whispered, trailing his hand up your thigh, spreading you wider. “All those orgasms I handed to you…”

He nipped at your jaw, gentle but firm.

“And now you want to rest?” He chuckled, the sound vibrating through your skin. “After laying there, whining, taking everything like a needy little pillow princess?”

His fingers found your clit again, drawing slow, torturous circles, just light enough to make your whole body jolt, overstimulated and aching.

“You should say thank you, pretty,” he murmured, brushing his lips over yours. “And let me take care of you, hm?”

You whimpered, eyes fluttering shut as your hips gave a weak jerk toward his fingers, your body betraying any protest your lips might’ve formed. You were exhausted, wrecked, even, but the way he touched you, spoke to you, looked at you… there was no way you could say no.

Your fingers curled tightly around his biceps, bracing yourself. “T… Thank you,” you whispered, the words barely audible, thick with embarrassment.

He chuckled, a low, condescending sound that sent a fresh wave of heat through you. “I didn’t know you were obedient like that,” he teased, voice dripping with mockery.

And before you could even fire back, before you could think, he drove into you with a sharp, hard thrust. Your breath caught in your throat, a startled gasp slipping out as your body clenched around him instantly, your walls molding to every inch, the sudden stretch stealing whatever witty comeback you had.

His moan was downright pornographic and it had you clenching around him nonstop. The way he throbbed inside you, thick and heavy, made it obvious he was in heaven, or at least somewhere damn close.

He started to move, slow at first, rolling his hips in a steady rhythm that let you feel every single inch of him. And fuck, he was savoring it. Savoring the way your slick, gummy walls pulled him in greedily, clenching and fluttering like your body didn’t want to let him go.

But his slow, gentle thrusts didn’t last long, his hands clamped down on your hips, fingers digging in with an almost bruising grip as he picked up the pace. His thrusts turned rough, relentless, his hips slamming into yours with enough force to rock your body up the bed with each movement, as he pounded your already sensitive, abused pussy.

Slick, wet slaps echoed through the room, the sound of your cunt squelching obscene as he drove in deeper, harder, hitting that perfect spot again and again like he knew it by heart.

“Fuck,” he moaned, voice ragged, breath catching as you clenched down on him tight. “Gimme one—fuck, baby, gimme one more.”

It wasn’t like he even needed to ask. At this point, you had no control over your body, especially not with the way he was pounding into you while his fingers pinched your clit, only to soothe it with a teasing, gentle rub right after.

Your entire body responded to him like a live wire, tension building faster than you could process. Then, without warning, a gush of wetness burst from you, soaking his lower abdomen and the sheets below as your body trembled violently, nerves on fire from the overwhelming pleasure.

“Fuck—look at that,” he moaned, eyes wide in surprise, a slightly disbelieving smile curling on his lips. “So messy for me. So fucking good.”

You spasmed beneath him, body jerking as every muscle finally gave out, going limp all at once. He was so turned on by how completely he’d unraveled you, it took him a few seconds to even register it, until he stilled inside you, balls deep, as he spilled hot ropes of cum into your waiting cunt.

“Shit,” he hissed, breath ragged, brushing damp hair from your face and noticing how your eyes fluttered, your body still twitching softly. “You passed out?” he asked with a soft laugh as he leaned down to kiss your forehead. “Yeah… I’ll take that as a thank you.”

↝ taglist: @nebularsung, @spacejip, @peterm4rker, @sinisxtea.

[prettieinpink]

CREATING AN INTENTIONAL WARDROBE

I. SETTING GOALS

IDENTIFY YOUR STYLE. You don’t have to look through the list of different aesthetics, nor do you have to name it, but at least have a way in which you could explain it in a sentence. 

If you’re someone who is a bit on the fence with their fashion identity, I would start with a ‘base’ aesthetic that you like then start building your own on top of it over time. Think boho, streetwear, y2k, classy etc. 

CONSIDER YOUR LIFESTYLE. I don’t think its a great idea to go buy a fancy dress for a hypothetical event which may not ever happen. You have to think about what you’re doing on a daily basis, and which staples will be worn to their full extent. 

If you’re a very active person, I would invest into activewear or clothes that resemble it. If you’re someone who’s attending university, I would invest into casual cute basics but also smart staples for networking events. 

So in a way, don’t buy clothes for your fantasy self or events. I do understand that wearing clothes that our higher self would wear can close the gap between us and the, however material things don’t mean anything when it comes to that. 

SET A GOAL. Your goal can be anything when it comes to fashion. You could also have multiple goals. Here are some ideas for goals which may speak to you!

Investing into high quality pieces

Having less but wearing them more. 

Increased confidence

Developing personal style

Having a versatile collection

Comfortable yet stylish. 

There is a lot more goals that you may have came up with by yourself, but this is just to get you started. I recommend just having one goal and really honing down into it, is a lot better in this aspect. 

II. INSPIRATION + PLANNING

CREATE YOUR DREAM WARDROBE, whether digitally or physically. Pinterest is a great place to start, and you can create collages now. Or, you may choose to create a beauty binder which consists of outfits that you like. 

One thing I will add on to this, is to add in people who look like you or just don’t show their faces at all. Attractive and fit people can make most outfits look good, and you may be influenced by that, even if it's not going to be flattering on you (considering colours, shape, texture etc). 

LOOK AT THE CONSISTENCY, which colours were you drawn to the most, did you favour any patterns, are there any pieces which showed up repeatedly? Look for any consistency throughout the outfits. 

TAKE NOTES !

Colours: Did you lean towards lighter/darker colours, were there any colours that showed up repeatedly, patterns that you gravitated to?

Silhouettes: Were the clothes flowy and light, or fitted and shaped the body? 

Minimalism: Were the clothes simple and straight to the point, or were they maximalist and boasting personality? 

Alignment: Does the outfits match the lifestyle that you have and the one that you want? 

Staples: What articles of clothing showed up repeatedly? 

You don’t have to write it down, however I would make a mental note of all these details in your dream wardrobe.

III. DEALING WITH YOUR CURRENT WARDROBE 

LIMIT AS MUCH WASTE AS YOU CAN. More of a disclaimer, than a tip, but you don’t have to throw away everything just to replace everything. A lot of clothes that are in good condition can either be upcycled or have another purpose. 

SORT CLOTHES INTO THREE PILES. Keep, potential or donate. Keep are clothes that align with all of your goals, potential are clothes that are almost there and may need some tweaking and donating is for clothes that you feel misaligned with. 

That being said, don’t keep clothes that you know will collect dust in your closet if you have no intention of repurposing them. You could give them away to your friends, a facebook buy nothing group, if it's really good quality and in good condition then consider reselling it on depop or vinted. It's still wasteful when you’re not using it. 

Before deciding anything, actually wear them instead of evaluating them on a hanger. Hangers can make clothes look worse or better depending, but the only way to find out if you like it, is to try it on. 

IDENTIFY WHAT'S MISSING. From the clothes that you have left, see if there’s anything in your dream wardrobe that you don’t have in your closet. I’m not a big fan of ‘filling gaps’ in closets, so I would avoid purchasing statement pieces to fill that gap, just focus on staples that, considering your lifestyle, will wear. 

Make a list of all of these items, and try to eliminate any pieces of clothing which wouldn’t be staples in your life. 

IV. BEING INTENTIONALLY FASHIONABLE

CREATE YOUR OWN COLOUR PALETTE, I dislike the colour theory for people or colour seasons, just because you may not feel confident in the colours that are ‘best suited’ for you. However, I do love the idea of having your own personal palette that you gravitate towards. 

I would recommend having 1 dark colour, 1 neutral colour and 2-3 accent or statement colours (depending on your style). My current palette is navy, grey, pastel pink, pastel blue and pastel yellow. 

This does not mean you only buy clothes in that colour, it just means that its easier to curate your wardrobe with pieces that you love and do wear. I do wear colours outside of my palette, but I do favour those colours when looking for new clothes. 

AVOID ULTRA FAST FASHION. I’m talking about SHEIN, temu, alibaba or aliexpress. I know the cheap prices seem enticing, but their clothes will fall apart after some time and it's just not sustainable in the long term. Save your money and buy from places which you know will last. 

Other fashion stores are fast fashion (just not to the extent of the ones listed above), so I would still be very intentional about what I’m buying from them. Reminder, expensive does not equate to being sustainable. 

AVOID MICROTRENDS. If you do feel that a trend speaks to you, then go for it, but otherwise I would not give in. You’re buying clothes that are misaligned to you, so you waste money, and then when that trend inevitably dies out, you have a reason to throw it out. It's an endless cycle, don’t give in. 

One trend which I will never give into, has to be baggy jeans. Baggy jeans are really unflattering on my curves, no matter the waist. While they’ve definitely had a decline recently, when I was in year 7, it seemed that was all that everyone was wearing but I just couldn’t get into it. 

LEARN HOW TO TAILOR CLOTHES. It is not a given that all clothes regardless of your size, will fit right. Just because something doesn’t fit you properly, doesn’t mean you have to throw it away or put it back on the rack. 

Personally, I’ve lost a bit of weight over my high school years, so a lot of clothes that used to fit me, become a bit loose on my body. I found it unflattering, so I learnt how to do the basics of hand sewing to make clothes fit me the best. 

Learning how to tailor could also help in upcycling clothes that have potential. There’s a lot of basic clothes out there, which just need subtle changes to elevate the whole article. Plus, you’re saving money!

HAVE A SIGNATURE ELEMENT. Something personal to you that expresses yourself without having to say anything. It could be a certain type of jewellery, a bag, a colour, pattern etc. Its just something nice, but not essential for those who are constantly experimenting.

V. SHOPPING MINDFULLY

KEEP IN MIND YOUR PALETTE. For me, being experimental with so many colours ends up with too many fashion failures. I do buy outside of that palette, but only if I know for a fact that I will wear it (not just once) and I do feel like it aligns with me regardless of the colour. 

Even with that, I’m still very likely to put back anything which is not my palette. As much as I do like experimenting, I find security knowing that I do like my clothes and I will wear them.

PURCHASE INTENTIONALLY. Even if something fits your palette, it may not be something that you will wear or style. Always ask yourself questions when shopping, and if you’re not all in, I would put it back. 

Does it tick all of your boxes according to your dream wardrobe? Do you see yourself wearing it next year? (trends, body changes, lifestyle changes), can you style it with the wardrobe you have now? 

CREATE A WISHLIST. Create a list of all the clothes that you want, regardless of any questions or palette. However, these clothes will have to sit on that list for at least a month. If you still find yourself wanting it, then you can permit yourself to purchase it. If not, you’ve just avoided a regretful purchase. 

If you would like to shop in person, I would still create a list when I go out then only purchase items that resemble what’s on my list.

VI. MAINTENANCE 

REGULARLY CLEAN. If you have a shelving system, at least bi-monthly I would take out all of my clothes and wipe down all surfaces in my closet. If you have a hanging rack instead, I would still wipe it down because of dust accumulation. 

ORGANISE. Whatever system works best for you, keeps your clothes easily identifiable at a glance and it's neat, I would use it. Utilise hangers and baskets to help your wardrobe if needed.

Learn how to fold your clothes nicely yet easy to pick out what you want. Its such a small thing, but I do believe it will improve the quality of daily life as you don’t have to scavenge for what you want.

DECLUTTER BIANNUALLY. Whatever time of the year works best for you, then do it. Turn your wardrobe upside down to see if there’s anything that misaligns with you. Overtime as you declutter, you should be donating less stuff if you’re practicing intentional shopping habits.  WASH YOUR CLOTHES AS INSTRUCTED. Washing your clothes properly will extend their lifespan, unfortunately, just throwing them all in the wash isn’t actually beneficial. Read the care labels on each of your clothes and use them.

[youryurigoddess]

So one thing led to another, and I’ve just paid a visit to the first (that we know of) confirmed Good Omens S3 filming locations. Due to the obvious sensitivity of this material, please tag it accordingly and share only with the fans consenting to know potential spoilers.

A fellow Good Omens fan has mentioned that residents of a certain Edinburgh area had unexpected guests recently, knocking on their door and telling them they are filming in their street soon. Imagine their surprise when a polite question about the details led to the offhand answer: “IT'S ONLY GOOD OMENS”.

For those unaware, the City of Edinburgh Council has been working really hard on promoting the city for film and TV industry for a few years now (the effects of which we saw in S2), and has a set of very clear and very publicly available guidelines regarding the modus operandi here.

The Good Omens production has both large scale and a high impact on a specific location due to the crew size, amount of technology used, and requirement for crowd control in most of the exterior and interior scenes (e.g., bookshop, pub, or coffee shop windows), which is why not only the local authorities, but also residents were informed about the filming with an at least 8 days notice:

Ironically, I just had happened to have a trip here planned and a hotel booked within walking distance to the locations on the attached TM and parking plan map, so it would be a waste not to use this opportunity for the greater good of the fandom. Can’t stay long enough to see the actual crew, so unfortunately the hair photos will have to be made by someone else. Disappointing, I know. But there’s still a lot to be excited about!

According to the provided notice, the filming will happen within one working day with the required set-up planned for the day before, mostly in the afternoon hours. The attached map shows planned parking suspension and SYL dispensation on two streets close to the chosen locations, which is where the trailers and equipment vehicles will park:

Location One turns out to be, rather surprisingly, a cosy corner bookshop. The shop — one of the Edinburgh’s oldest surviving secondhand bookstores — is very small, but crammed with a wide ranging library of beautiful books to serve readers and collectors, including antiquarian true first editions and signed copies.

It’s giving Muriel’s sweet and whimsical charm, but the bits and pieces of the unpublished Good Omens sequel point out not towards Whickber Street, where the angel currently resides, but more towards a new in-universe location. Maybe one that will be opened in the future post-Second Coming, maybe one that will remind one of the characters about a home base of operations back in the heart of London’s Soho (and theirs— wait, who said that?).

Notice that the road closure includes north and south sides of the pavement visible in the last photo, so both indoor and outdoor shots could be expected:

Location Two seems a bit more complex, since it’s basically a skewed triangle consisting of one longer street and a short side street diverging from it. Conveniently for the filmmakers, the architecture here is uncharacteristic enough that it could be easily presented as British, Scottish, or even American. I’m personally a bit partial to the last option since it would make sense story- and budget-wise, especially now with the two people previously adamant on shooting the US scenes only on location there not on the production team anymore.

The contrasting structures and materials visible here easily offer background for multiple potential contexts and scenarios, so much in fact that it’s easy to imagine more than one scene being shot here for cost- and time-effective reasons. Some of the buildings along the cobbled road have the right look and feel for historical flashbacks, as you can see below. I find the two separate entrances next to each other particularly lovely:

A considerable part of the buildings in the area, however, belongs to a more modern complex that communicates a very different personality and function. With a bit of camera and post-production magic, it could transform to a wide range of settings — please let me know your thoughts and ideas if you have any!

Specific filming times and more detailed information are consciously not shared out of concern for the crew and cast members who clearly don’t want them to become public knowledge. Those of you who live in the area and might visit the set anyway, please don’t forget to make sure that your presence won’t bother them as well as other locals. And remember to keep any new photos and information contained with tags so that you won’t spoil it to the people who would rather wait for the movie itself!