#fail foward

[mistihayesfix]

Progress made today. I will celebrate that. All I can do is move step-by-step, day-by-day.

This is like exercise, I am rebuilding habits but focusing on building in a healthy way.

I don't want to stand in my way any longer. So I won't. Little-by-little, day-by-day. More ideas are coming to me. More creativity. More freedom to be. More resources, financial and otherwise. More understanding for directing my time.

I have to be disciplined. 😮‍💨 This is my weakness. Discipline is tantamount to consistent focus. My flavor of neuro spicy STRUGGLES greatly with focus outside of my obsessions. BUT I've done this before. SUCCESSFULLY. CONSISTENTLY.

I want to be better at it now than I ever was before. I'm still nervous. And my heart still hurts. But as long as I fail forward it's good. Get up, adjust the plans accordingly, and keep moving forward. ✨️

I still don't know how much more I can take but today, at least we've agreed to continue.

[caluupin]

Father!!! 🔥🔥🔥🔥

[agarafile]

When the session ends, Gem watches as her snail retreats back to her shell, no longer determined to kill her.

It makes sense, she thinks.

Gem still remembers wanting to kill and hurt, wanting to sink her teeth into the other players' skin and watch them bleed. And even more clearly, she remember the frustation she felt when she failed to do so.

Her snail must feel the same way, and now defaulted to sulking.

God, she is so cute! Gem is going to miss her deadly little face next session.

She kneels down next to her and lets a soft sigh escape.

"Yeah, yeah. I know the feeling, buddy..." she pats her shell "Take your time, let it all out."

Her snail doesn't try to give any response, still bundled up in her shell. Gem rolls her eyes, smiling. So stubborn, who did she even get it from?

Gem leaves her be, knows that sooner or later the snail will give in. The snail may be mad now, but if Gem knows herself, she probably won't stay mad forever.

Probably.

She tends to the wheat while she waits, one knee planted to the ground, until she feels a slimy touch on her ankle.

"Finally getting out of your shell, huh?" Gem looks down and frowns.

Looking at her was not her cute snail, with her orange shell and bright green eyes. Instead, the snail that touched her had light blue beady eyes, a brown shell and seemed to have hair.

" Did Pearl put you up to this?" Gem makes a face, clearly displeased with her visitor "Is she really making her own snail bother me now?"

Pearl's snail only tilted her body in response, eyes lightly hitting eachother from the movement.

Gem hated that she found that endearing.

"Go back to your player. I have enough problems to deal with and I'm not looking foward to add babysitting to the list."

She tried to go back to the wheat, she really did. But Pearl's snail nuzzled onto her leg and bumped her shell against her ankle. Gem looked back to her and the snail's eyes seemed to shine for her.

Sighing, she turned to the snail and sat cross-legged in front of her. Pearl's snail let out a excited sound and hopped into Gem's lap, nuzzling once she settled herself.

" This is a bad idea." Gem says, but lets the snail stay and after a moment, brings her hand to stroke her shell "You're not supposed to be here. Or like me. She betrayed me, you know? You should treat me like that, too."

The snail only anwer is to munch lightly on the side of Gem's thumb where it is resting on her own thigh, not at all aiming to hurt. It is such a dumb, senseless gesture. Gem feels like a dagger was just carved into her back and feels t twist, makes her get misty-eyed.

She stops looking down at Pearl's snail, it's become too much. Instead, she tries to look at her own snail but finds she is nowhere to be found.

Gem can only hope she isn't crawling into Pearl's lap.

[dixonsstinkysock]

ACT TWO SPOILERS! Jayce Talis x Reader _:(´ཀ`」 ∠):

“Jayce?”

He froze, a voice he thought he’d never hear again spoke. This couldn’t have been a worse time. His usual neatly-kempt hair was unruly, down to his cheeks. His clean-shaven face now covered by the bushy brown beard. Jayce turned in the direction of the voice, he’d been waiting for this moment, to see you again.

“Y/N?”

His emotions shown through his face, fluctuating into surprise, confusion and…horror. You were like them. Viktor had done something to you. Your once vibrant, lively eyes now replaced by the lifeless, shimmering power of the Hexcore. Many pieces of the iridescent metal scattered your forehead, another mark showing you’ve been “saved”.

“Jayce…I thought I would never see you again.” A spiritless chuckle left your mouth—a contrast from the usual boisterous laughter. You step foward, your hand settling on his bicep and squeezing. Jayce slowly backs away from you, his face frozen and in shock from your appearance. Your other hand finds its place on his right bicep, holding him in place and stopping him from moving any farther.

“Jayce, Viktor is waiting for you. If you wish to see him, I must take your weapon.”

“I—I have to go.”

He yanks himself away from your hold, now back to the small steps backwards. As he turns and sprints away, he crashes into multiple tents and stalls, as if he’s fighting something—or someone.

The child that let him towards Viktor’s hiding place finally let go of Jayce’s hand. Now pointing inside of the huge dome area. He already knows where Viktor is, this isn’t the first time but he still hesitates. The child walks back to his previous spot before Jayce almost obliterated him.

“Forgive me.”

In all of the universes he had been in, this is the first he has seen you like this. Jayce wants to look back, he wants to see you one last time, for he knows what happens to the people Viktor “save” once he dies. He doesn’t look back—he can’t. He won’t remember you like this…he won’t fail. Not this time, he’ll succeed, for you.

He understands now.

[chimneyz]

Tommy just got off a rough shift, he doesn't know where to go or who to talk to. Out side of his co workers he doesn't talk to anyone else. And the ones he did talk to were Evan's family and friends. He couldn't go to them, not now, not after he ripped apart the one good thing going for him. So, he got into his truck and drove... and drove... and drove. Eventually he stopped. He didn't know what made him stop but he did.

Tommy jumped out of his truck, his feet landing heavily on the ground. He shouldn’t be here, he had no right to be here. He needs to turn around. But he doesn't. Slowly his feet drag foward leading him to the one place he shouldn’t be. His mind screams at him to turn around and go home. No, Tommy doesn't want to spend another night in that empty cold house.

Before he can even realize it, Tommy stops and lifts his hand to knock on the door. After some shuffling behind the door it opens.

"Tommy?" Evan tilts his head , eyebrows furrowing, "W-What are you doing here?"

"I..." the words Tommy desperately needs fail to come to him.

Hesitantly, Evan lifts his hand stroking his thumb against Tommy's wet cheek. Had he been crying? How long has he been crying?

"It’s ok, you're ok." Evan warmly smiles at him. How could he be smiling at him?

Overwhelming emotions bubble kn Tommy’s chest, he couldn't hold it in any longer. As a heart wrenching sob escapes from him Evan wraps his arms around him holding him in close. With a soothing and Evan rubs circles across Tommy’s back, anchoring him in reality.

After some time Evan guides him to bed, taking off his shoes and jeans and helping him put on one of the hoodies Tommy left there after the break up.

Evan adjusts himself under the covers looking up at Tommy with those big blue eyes of his.

"Come on," Evan sooths, "You need this."

Tommy brings himself under the covers and close to Evan, pressing his head against Evan's chest. His heartbeat seeing waves of calm through Tommy’s shaking body. Evan holds him close, away from all the pain and suffering in this world. Tommy doesn't know when but eventually he drifts off to sleep, he knows this will be a one time thing, but this is all he needs right now, Evan by his side holding him near and dear to his heart.

[disguisedlurker]

Vi-Jinx, timebomb Reunion possibilities?

When I tell you that MV brought everything back full force, it really did. After watching the end of s2e9 again, I wanna kind of talk about the struggle I have both narratively and emotionally (lol) on a possible reunion in the future.

I think we all know Jinx is alive, so need to cover that, but she left mainly because of her inner conflict, even though the political situation of Zaun and Piltover is also something to consider.

This is why she doesn’t tell anyone she’s leaving, because she still believes she’s a ‘curse’, because there really isn’t a good reason she couldn’t let Vi and Ekko know before going off if anything else was the case.

Of course I’m excited to see what Jinx has in store for her in the future. With where her character is at now, you’d figure that in some future series it would show here figuring out who she is now, and what she wants in life. Have her start to believe she can get close to people without hurting them, so it will be definitely touching and great.

After this character arc, I start thinking about the possibility of there being a reunion. Before recently I tried (and failed) to made peace with the idea that Jinx, Ekko, and, Vi may never be on the same screen again.

There were many themes at the end of the show that made me believe this: “breaking the cycle” (of Jinx and Vi hurting each other), “walking away”, “to take a leap foward, means leaving a few things behind.”

It’s true that maybe what Jinx needs to be happy is to take that leap and leave Zaun behind for good, as in accordance with the shows themes. But then I think about if after she did complete this new character arc wouldn’t that still mean, somewhere deep inside, she believe that she is still a jinx if she never went back to at least tell her loved ones she’s alive.

I mean poor Vi. I was surprised she actually managed to crack a smile and give Cait that line about being the dirt under her nails, not that I blame her for being happy, of course, and maybe that also indicates that she’s allowed herself to be free of the constant burden she’s always putting on her shoulders which maybe undermines this point, but when I watched it again I was thinking how much Vi was gonna hate herself for what happened, and not listening to Jinx to jump to the other ledge (not that I blame her for that either, cause she’s always gonna try and reach her loved one, even crazy werewolf hybrids)

And Ekko too, who after years at each other’s throats, going to whole AU to understand her better, watching her kill herself like 4 times in front him, and helping her heal a little, has to go through losing her again.

It would be a good way to give some closure. Vi and Ekko knowing she’s alive and trying to live her life happily would be a huge relief for them, and they would be so happy and proud.

Jinx proving that she’s forgiven herself, showing that she doesn’t think she’s a curse to any of her loved ones by telling those close to her that’s she’s alive.

Of course both my Vi-Jinx, and timebomb heart hope they can stay together forever, but I think there’s a few things that get in the way.

Can she even really come back? Would Piltover grant her amnesty for saving them? I honestly don’t know. Vi would never leave for obvious reasons, nor would Jinx want her to. The only way I see Ekko leaving is if Zaun is in pretty good shape, but even then I don’t think he would leave the place he poured so much of his love and blood into.

Most importantly is Jinx just happier somewhere else.

So now I’m not sure how I think. The MV gave me hope for timebomb and the sisters because it felt so hopeful, and makes me think there can be a future together for all of them.

But thematically and practically then themes of: “breaking the cycle, “taking a leap forward”, the Piltover v. Zaun political situation, and maybe Jinx’s finding a home elsewhere, prevent any permanent reuniting.

[bonefall]

It’d be interesting to have the whole “kits die commonly” thing be important too. Like Bristle died a war hero and will be remembered, but rowankit was just another young death in the grand scheme of the clans, which means dovewing probably faced cats saying “oh that happens all the time, it’s just how life is out here”

so Ivypool trying to relate would probably set her off

There's also an angle here where it's clear that the other Clans are ready to brush off Rowankit's death as "just a sickly kit" when THEY had no losses. Like the whole world wants to treat her son like he was born doomed instead of a preventable tragedy.

TigerHeartstar was sounding this alarm for MONTHS before the epidemic hit. Everyone knew stocks were low, and they were rolling their eyes like it was a future problem. It was only when people got sick that they sent a patrol out to fetch catmint. There were so many moments where, if they'd treated the situation with the urgency it required, Rowankit would still be here.

But instead, her son is dead, and people try to tell her it's not a big deal because in like 40 cat years she can look foward to also being dead, so she can spend eternity with a permanent baby who will never have a chance to grow up.

It's like the only ones who actually understand Dovewing's grief is her family..... except Ivypool. And that should hurt.

So for BB,

I still need to wait for the ASC arc to wrap up before I rewrite it (S O O N) but, this whoooole situation is going to be a LOT crazier even with JUST the changes I made to BB!TBC.

In BB!TBC, Bristlefrost dies twice. First, she's executed by the Impostor early on for being in a relationship with Rootspring. Then, at the end of the arc, she dies knocking Ashfur out of heaven to burn him up in orbit. Both times, Ivypool failed to protect her daughter even when she'd vowed to do so.

I plan to use this SE as a major opportunity to get into Ivypool's head again, and explore how she's dealing with that. I've also been hanging onto an idea for a few months now; that Rosepetal will actually be Squirrelstar's first deputy, but die either on this mission, or during ASC.

I need a couple more books to come out before I start cooking, but the ingredients smell reaaaal nice right now.

[aliceinborderlandsquidgame]

Gi-hun | SFW Alphabet | S1 + S2 | 

Warnings: S1 and S2 Gi-hun - He does NOT have a daughter on this - Sad!Gi-hun - Soft moments - grammar mistakes -

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A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

S1: He is so foward with it. Physical affection its a must for him. He loves to give you long hugs and kisses. Whenever he sees you he has a dumb sick smile on his face. He knows he is not perfect so he tries to compensate it with small gestures.

S2: He gets more reserved and does not smile as he used to. He still likes to hold you. In fact he needs to. Most nights he needs you in his arms to avoid nightmares. He gives short and small smiles to you. And gets more protective.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

S1: I see him becoming friends with anyone. As a best friend Gi-hun is someone who offers you a shoulder to cry, even if he has his own problems. He knows he is far from perfect and has lots of problems when it comes to gambling and debts, he would not want you to be near these two things. Maybe he will try to hide that from you so you dont think less of him.

But as I said, he is caring and does look out for you with the little things he has.

S2: More protective. He is afraid the ones from the game will come after him or the ones he loves and cares. And since you were there for him since the moment he got out from the games (yes even when he lived on the streets) he has you on high regard.

Cries to you about his mom's death and what happened during the games.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

S1: He LOVES them!! S1 Gi-hun its a softie and loves cuddles. He loves to have you besides him at the couch with your head on his chest. When in bed he likes to be the big spoon with you facing him or giving him your back. He will leave kisses all over you.

S2: Its more like a need. He needs to know he is safe from the games and that you are alive.

Nights are a most, he ends being the small spoon during them. Needing you to comfort him. Sometimes he cries in his sleep pulling you closer to him.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

S1: No. He likes the relationship you two have but does not want to take the next step and get married with you. He feels like he does not deserve you and is afraid after his failed first marriage. He is also BAD at both, mostoy needing his mom's help to keep the aparment clean.

He asks how you put up with him a lot.

S2: Yes and No. Yes because he now knows just how fast things can go wrong and how fast he could lose you. Its not like he never thought of it before, he was just too scared. But now he does want it. At least legally so he can call you his. But also no, because he is afraid you will end being a target for the ones in charge of tha games.

He got a bit better at cleaning and cooking but its not that good at it. He does it because he needs a clean space so he can install all the different things he is using to track down The Salesman and the one behind the games.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

S1: Honestly? He may not do it. He is selfish and does want you to be with him. Even if he knows he is not good enoguh or has lots of problems

S2: Its going to break him but he may do it to protect you. Even if you beg him not to.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

S1: Kind of already answered but he most likely wont want to do it. Between debts and his first marriage...yeah he is not ready.

S2: If he feels like with it he may proyect you then yes. He also knows how fast life changes and ends so he wants to be with you like that.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

S1: 10/10 He is a SOFTIE on both aspects. Loves to hug you and kiss you, its not afraid of PDA and emotionally he is an open book. At least with how much he loves you and cares for you.

S2: He gets more secluded.  Emotionally he does not want to let you see his dark sides. His mind is quiet plagued with nightmares and sometimes he is afraid on what he could do. He wants you to know he still loves you. Physically he is more reserved too. He is afraid yes, but also needs you to ground himself. He may not hug you as much.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

S1: YES!! All the time and under any type of excuse. He just loves to feel you close to him.

S2: Less of a giver but willing to get them. May look like he does not want to them but one look at his eyes and you know how broken he is. A hug from you sometimes its the only thing that keeps him going.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

S1: He feels it but does not say it out loud till long time into the relationship. Maybe he is confused at first, his love evolves quickly something that scares him. In fact he may ignore you for a few days once he realizes it.

S2: Knows he loves you and tells you every single day. Does not play around with it. He wants you to know it. If I did not tell you before he went to the games then these are the first words he mutters to you the first time he sees you again.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

S1: Yes, but because he believes he is not good enoguh for you. Thinks one day you will find someone better or realize that he is not worth of your love.

When he is jealous he becomes quiet sad and closes himself. Its not like he is angry at you but rather at himself. You will need to sit him down for a long talk about it.

S2: Oh, he is but now its mixed with him being protective and possessive of you as well. Wants no one near you. Remember the people working for him ? Yes these are off limits from you. Jun-ho ? Also a big no.

In fact almost no one knows about you. He MIGHT tell Jun-ho about you since the Man is a police but thats it.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

S1: Quick pecks when he is running late, long ones when he is at home and has time. He likes to kiss your lips and cheecks and the same for him. He also gets red everytime you two kiss.

S2: Long and passionate ones, he puts all his feelings on it. Letting you know how much you mean to him. Ends with his forhead against yours.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

S1: He is fine with them but does not want them right now. He is happy with you and only you in his life.

S2: Same thing. Even less now. May have think of it at some point even during games but seeing how broken mentally he is now he does not feel ready for them.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

S1: On work days mornings are rushed. Gi-hun tends to oversleep and ends with you waking him up and giving him a quick breakfast and kiss. On free days you two would stay in bed for long hours, sleeping, talking, such enjoying each others company.

S2: He barely sleeps, knows its morning because of a clock he has. Mornings and nights are the same to him.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

S1: He likes to sleep late. Usually because he ends seeing a program on the TV or drinking. Of course this makes mornings worse. When its a night without the worry of tomorrow then you two enjoy a movie together.

S2: Bad. He feels like his life its not his any longer and night time makes him feel worse. He needs you to be with him, you dont need to talk just be there for him.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

S1: He is pretty Open about himself. Talks a lot and fast, sometimes he will slap himself mentally because he told you something odd about himself without noticing. Its all in good heart, you just make hin so confused and happy!!

S2: If you two did not share a relationship in the past then he is a closed book and wont even try to date anyone.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

S1: With you he is quiet patient. Only when he is stressed or feels like all things are being too much he loses control.

S2: VERY. He knows he has changed and its a big thing to deal with. Does not expect you to be able to fully accept him at once or even beliving him.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

S1: Almost nothing. He may remember your favorite food but its lost with the rest. Most times its you who ends telling him that its a special date and he just goes "???".

S2: Too much focus on finding the ones from the games. But he now puts effort on remember things that makes you happy, trying to make up for when he would not even try.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

S1: When you two are alone and in silence. He loves to just be there with you. Simple things are good things to him.

S2: Pretty much the same. When he is able to relax and put his guard down and be with you. Even if its in a love hotel, he likes knowing he has you by his side.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

S1: Unless he knows you are being tormented by loan sharks (it opens up a big protective side on him, its able to even tells them to leave you alone), he is not that protective since he thinks you are safe. Would he like to be protected? Maybe, but wont tell you.

S2: PROTECTIVE MODE AT 100%. He trusts no one to be with you or close to you. If you can quit your job and be with him 24/7 then please do. He begs you to. If you say you dont want to then he will teach you to fight and manage guns, put a track on your phone and car if you use one.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

S1: Even if he does not remember much of when a centrain date is, he TRIES to make it good for you. Will use his little money to get you a small present and if he has no money for it would feel miserable. On everyday tasks he is lazy and would need for you to ask him or tell him to help around.

S2: He makes it up for how he used to be. Now that he has money gets you the most special things he can. Puts a stop for the days he wants to spent with you (even if you two are only in the love hotel). Helps more with daily tasks and even offers to do all himself.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

S1: Lazy, likes to get drunk, gambles, its lowkey a kid sometimes.

S2: More secretive, a bit cold sometimes, emotionally distant from time to time.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

S1: Could not care less. He has clothes on ? Then its good. Only when meeting up with you would he try and put more effort. Takes care of his hair since he knows you like it a lot.

S2: Same as before. He is more clean becuase he has the ways too. And dress better because he can buy New clothes but its also a show of how he has changed. Knows you miss his curly hair.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

S1: YES. He considers you a very important part of his life, if you break up with him then he would be really sad.

S2: MORE YES. Dont even leave him please. He needs someone. He knows you would be safer without him but he is selfish and wants you by his side.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

S1: Falls fast and hard. Its not like he believes in love at first sight...well maybe he does. He is a mess when he is in love. Blushes a lot around you, messes up whatever he is going to do. But is also very caring!!

S2: Its so protective of you. And also you are the only one who he lets in. No one can pass the walls he has made to be safe.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

S1: Someone who is just plain rude and violent. Someone who has no morals.

S2: After the games ? Someone who uses others for their own fun or just uses others and is abusive.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

S1: BAD. He loves to stay awake till later hours of the night. And prefers naps over a healthy sleep habit.

S2: WORSE. He sleeps when his body demands him to. And even with that he only gets four hours at max.

[cherrycola27]

A Favor Among Friends

Masterlist Next Part

Series Warnings: Language, alcohol consumption, historical inaccuracies. Regency era men and ideals. Eventual Smut. RegencyEra!AU Banner Credit @thedroneranger

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Part 1: The First Ball of the Season

Dearest Reader,

I am sure you, just like I am, are buzzing about the upcoming social season. This year's marriage mart is filled with the cream of the crop and overflowing with perfectly beautiful ladies and perfectly handsome gentlemen.

This narrator is excited to see what matches are made this year.

But before the first ball of the season, I hope you all place your bets as to which ladies will find success and which will be left broken hearted.

All eyes this year, seem to be on the house of Lord and Lady Beaumont. At the ripe age of six-and-twenty, their daughter, Miss Y/N Beaumont, enters her fourth social season without a husband. With het older sister being the Dutchess of Miramar, and her older brother set to inherent the family title, one can only wonder why Miss Beaumont has yet to secure a match, and what her family plans to do if she fails again this season.

However, it seems there will be some excitement that many young ladies, and their mamas can look foward too.

After an extended period away in the Americas, this narrator is thrilled to report that the Viscount Bradley Bradshaw has returned to London in hopes to take a wife this season. The only question is, who will be the lucky lady that will catch his eye?

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"Isn't it wonderful to be back in London?" Your mother chirped from the carriage. "Yes, quite wonderful." You responded, not taking your eyes away from the passing landscape. You sighed.

You dreaded being back in London. You already knew that people would be whispering about you in hushed corners. Girls would giggle and cover their smirks as you walked by, a buzz about that fact that you were old, and still unwed.

It's not that you didn't want to marry. You just didn't want to make the wrong choice. You wanted someone who was kind and valued you as more than a body to carry a child. You wanted someone who liked your wit and charm and appreciated the many talents you had.

"Darling." Your mother called, snapping you out of your trance.

"Hmm?" You hummed back as you turned to face her and your father.

"I asked if you enjoyed your time in Miramar with your sister and the Duke?" Your mother repeated. "Yes, Mama, it was absolutely splendid. William, Micheal, and Violet have grown so much since you've seen them last." You beamed as you talked about your niece and nephews.

You had spent several months helping your sister tend to them while she looked for a governess. It had truly been a splendid time, and you wished you had been able to say forever. But, your parents insisted you come home.

"Wonderful." Your mother smiled before her expression turned more serious. "Y/N, there is something your father and I must discuss with you."

"What?" You asked her. "We know that you have had some difficulties securing a match. It is very noble for you to hold out for love, but sometimes, one must forego love and find a sensible match." Your mother began.

"What do you mean?" You say. "What I mean is—" she sighs. "Your sister is a Dutchess. Your brother will inherit the estate, and you— you will have nothing. And I know Eddie would never let you go without, but darling, your father and I want to know you will be taken care of once we are gone." She tells you.

"Eddie and Clarissa would make sure I'm taken care of. So would Marianne and George." You say.

"We know they would." Your father speaks up finally. "But it is not their job. That is the job of a husband. Which is why your mother and I have decided that if you do not secure a match by the end of the season, we will find one for you." He states.

"What?" You shriek. "An arranged marriage? I will not agree to it." You huff. "You don't have a choice. We love you, but we will not let you tarnish the family name by becoming a spinster!" Your father declares.

You open your mouth to respond, but he shoots you a look that lets you know his mind is made up and that this conversation is over. You sulk into your carriage seat and refuse to look at either of your parents for the remainder of the ride.

............

Your first few days back in London are a flurry of trips to the market, the jeweler, and the modiste. Your mother insists that a new wardrobe will help in your quest to sequester a husband. You're fitted with beautiful drapes of satin and silk and lace for what seems like hours until your mother deems you finished. She does allow you to pick the colors of your garments at least, and so, for the first ball of the season, you choose a deep shade of burgundy. You've always been fond of the color. Even though some would say it's melancholy, you think it's just right. The thought of a dress in that color gives you the tinest bit of hope as you prepare for the season.

..........

Viscount Bradley Bradshaw was not thrilled to be back in London. He would much rather be in the countryside, but he had ignored his estate for too long, and it was now to the point that he could no longer manage on his own. He needed a wife. Someone else to share the burden with.

He didn't need, nor really want, a love match. But he did want someone smart, sensible, kind, and willing to bear his heirs. He wanted someone he could have a conversation with, and that could, at the very least, be his friend.

He'd heard much about the ladies that were available this season, and there seemed to be several promising options. He just hoped he could find someone quickly, have a short courtship, an even shorter engagement, and be married before the meddling mamas sicked their daughters on him.

He ran his hands over his face in the back of his carriage. There were so many things he needed go do this week before the first ball of the season.

He needed to collect a few payments, pay the staffs wages, and head to the tailor. Many of his suits were now too tight in the shoulders. The months he'd spent traveling and made him broader and more muscular than he once was. He couldn't risk being on the dance floor with a potential wife and have his seams bust.

He glanced outside his carriage and saw the parade of ladies and their mothers walking around and gossiping.

"One season, Bradley, you can do this for one season." He whispered to himself before grabbing his journal and writing.

...............

The first ball at the home of Lord and Lady Whittmore came faster than you imagined. It seemed you'd just unpacked your trunk when your ladies' maids came in to help you dress and prepare for the evening.

They tied your corsets and stays, fastened each tiny button, styled your hair into an elegant half up, half down hairstyle, and helped you adorn yourself with a few simple jewels that your mother insisted on.

Standing back from your mirror, you looked every bit the part of an eligible bachelorette. Your deep red dress accentuated your features. The sparkling stones sewn onto it caught the light beautifully.

Your silk gloves elongated your arms, and the garnet necklace and earrings you wore matched your dress perfectly.

Your father smiled warmly, and your mother gasped when you descended the stairs to the foyer where they were waiting for you along with your brother and his wife.

"Y/N! You look most marvelous. Surely you will be the crown jewel of the ball!" Your sister-in-law, Clarissa, gushed as she hugged you.

"Thank you, Clarissa." You smiled at her warmly before your mother ushered everyone out to the carriages. You rode with Eddie and Clarissa to the Whittmore estate, thankful to have a reprieve from your parents talking your ear off about how important it was for you to find a match, and this ball would be your best chance.

The Whittmore estate was lovely when you arrived. Candles lit up the great rooms, lively string music played. There was delicious food and drinks at every corner. Lady Whittmore handed you your dance card, which you quickly secured around your wrist.

Your brother insisted on taking you on a turn about the room, which meant you stopped to talk to several noblemen and had several ask to place their name on your card.

You can't remember half of those you danced with. Just that they would step on your feet or only talk about themselves. Anytime they asked you a question, it was about how many children you wanted and if you knew how to run a house. They didn't care that you were well read, knew three languages, or that you could play the harp. Heirs, and lots of them. That's all they cared about.

After a quatrain with some Lord old enough to be your father, you stepped away from the dance floor in hopes of taking a break and catching your breath. You grabbed a glass of champagne and tried to find a quiet place to sit and have a moment to yourself. Unfortunately, fate had other plans. A large body collided with yours, causing you to trip and spill your drink, and there's all over yourself.

"Oh my goodness! This dress is new!" You shrieked as you frantically tried to dry it with your hankerchief.

"My apologies, Miss. I wasn't watching where I was going." The person who crashed into you said.

"Of course you weren't. You Lords waltz around here with your noses so high in the air that you forget to look down and pay attention." You shot back at them.

There was a moment of silence where you realized that you probably shouldn't have said that. Especially if you wanted to find a husband.

"I'm sor—" you began as you looked up. But once you saw who it was, your words died in your throat.

"Bradley Bradshaw?" You breathed not, not quite believing it was him standing before you. "Ducky? Ducky Beaumont? Is that you?" He asked with a smile.

"No one calls me Ducky anymore, not even Edmond." You say. "Well then, what do they call you?" Bradley asked you.

"Mine name, or Miss Beaumont." You reply. "Miss Beaumont?" Bradley asks you.

"Yes. I am still Miss Beaumont, even though this is my fourth season." You sigh. "Well— I have a had time believing that you of all people struggle with finding a match, Ducky." Bradley smiles at you.

You're just about to correct him again when he suddenly grabs your hand and sweeps you out onto the floor for a waltz. "What was that all about, Lord Bradshaw?" You ask him using his formal title.

"Well, Ducky. There is a young lady who has been pestering me all evening, and I needed to get away from her." Bradley said as he directed your attention to a girl who looked rather annoyed with you.

"Ah, I see." You chuckle. "So, Ducky, tell me, how have you gone four seasons without a husband?" Bradley asks you as the two of you dance.

"It is Miss Beaumont, Lord Bradshaw. We are no longer children, and I am no longer chasing you and my brother around the countryside while our mothers play cards." You say to him. "But, I have simply not been able to find someone who appreciates me and is kind. Everyone only cares about how many children I want and what my dowery is. Not once today have I been asked if I read or if I know another language or if I can play an instrument!" You huff. Bradley chuckles.

"Well, do you read?" He asks you before giving you a spin. "Yes, I read all kinds of books." You reply. "Do you know any other languages?" He asks with a chuckle. "I know three! I speak Spanish, French, and Italian!" You exclaim. "And what about musical instruments? Can you play any?" He smiles at you. "I am most accomplished with the harp." You smile back at him.

"Well, you are very well rounded, Miss Beaumont, certainly interesting." Bradley tells you.

"And you are the only person in this room who knows that. Which is probably why I am on my way to be an old maid at the age of six-and-twenty." You sigh.

"That is not old. I am not much older than that myself. I went to school with your brother, and we are both barely two-and-thirty." Bradley says as the song ends.

"Well, I appreciate the thought. Thank you for the dance, Lord Bradshaw." You say as you curtsey to him.

"No, thank you, Ducky." He smiles and winks at you before bowing and walking away.

You had butterflies in your belly for the rest of the evening. If you were being truthful with yourself, you'd always had feelings for Bradley. Ever since you were a girl, you were captivated by your brother's best friend, always chasing the two of them around your estate, which earned you the nickname he so foundly called you.

You can remember the exact moment you realized your feelings for Bradley weren't platonic. It was when you were fourteen, and he and your brother had come home from their second year at university. The tall, lanky boy you'd spent summers with had filled out into a broad, brawny man.

And even though he was older, Bradley was always kind to you. Which is why it crushed you that he went away the same year you made your debut. You'd always hoped that maybe—just maybe—he would court you.

Maybe that's why you'd never tried too hard to find a suitor because deep down, you were holding out for Bradley. And now, that he's back, you hope that this might be the year that you find a husband.

..............

The next day, you were giddy as calling hours approached. You prayed that if anyone came, it would be Bradley.

When a valet came and said there was a caller for you, you practically leaped from your seat on the sofa, only to be met with disappointment that it was Lord Artenson. He was followed by Lord Phillips, Lord Martin, and Lord Herrington, who was determined to have you as his third wife.

You sighed and resigned yourself to reading a book once Lord Herrington finally left. Calling hours were almost over, and you were silently disappointed that Bradley had not come. But really, it was foolish of you to think that he would. You were his best friend's little sister, practically his own little sister. You were his Ducky, and he would never think of you as anything more.

You were just about to head upstairs to your room and your parents to their own when a valet came in the drawing room.

"Excuse me Lord and Lady Beaumont, it seems there is another visitor here for Miss Beaumont." He spoke.

"Really?" Your father asked. "Who is it?"

"The Viscount Bradshaw."

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[pannman]

Angel dust x male reader who 100% can NOT dance, not from mobility issues or they're uncoordinated or something serious, just complete and utter DOGSHIT dance floor skills. And so angel teases reader whenever angel tries to teach him

More of the fluff and lighthearted side of things, if you want to make it a oneshot or headcanon format it's fine either way

Fun fact I am a terrible dancer so this should be fun. I also did a little research into pole dancing for beginners so hopefully it's accurate. Sorry I added a little spice at the end. I forgot to aim for fluff. I hope this is still good

Class Is In Session

Angel Dust x Male reader

Cw: teasing, flirting, very suggestive, Angel being Angel

You always admired the way Angel could be so graceful and so flexible. You wanted to impress him. He knew a lot about you. But what he didn't know, was that you were an awful dancer. You were very awkward and clumsy and you always felt like everyone was staring at you. But still Angel's dance moves made you want to be better

You were especially impressed by Angel's pole dancing skills. He even had a pole in his room for practice. He loved to show you his routine. Especially since it got you extra flustered. You wanted so badly to see the affect it had on him. But you had never pole danced before. And you were so bad at dancing already you'd die of embarrassment if anyone saw you practicing especially Angel

So... you decided to practice in secret. You thought he'd be gone all day for work. It would've been perfect. So you snuck into his room. You say "snuck" but you actually had your own key. You two had decided to take things slow together so that meant sharing a bedroom had to wait. But Angel insisted you at least keep a key. You gave fat Nuggets a scratch under the chin as you entered. He seemed quite happy to see you

Finally you hopped on to the pole. Or... tried to anyway. You leaped on with enthusiasm but felt your grip fail and you fell flat on your bottom. It didn't hurt too bad. But what was worse was the immediate burst of laughter behind you. You turned beat red and you knew who it was. Angel must've got home early. You did not want to turn and face him

He didn't show any mercy. He approached you from behind. He stood in front of you and leaned down. "Were planning on putting on a show for me. Because if so I think your comedic timing is very on point though the rest needs some work"

You blushed. Partly from embarrassment and partly from the way he was looking at you right now. He reached one of his long arms out and offered you his hand. You took it and he helped you to your feet. "If you wanted a private lesson all you had to do was ask babe" he smirked "I didn't realize my boyfriend was so interested in my craft"

"I.. I-I...I..." You stammered. He acted all flattered in a teasing tone "Oh my! All choked up over me.... I know something else I prefer you choked on" his innuendo was very foward though you were used him being foward by now. Still you guys hadn't actually had sex yet. Taking things slow included sex. But that never stopped Angel saying what was on his mind

You decided that maybe... maybe it was time to take the relationship to the next level. You grinned at him. "Maybe I will. Maybe... it's about time we made that next move. But... if you want it I'm gonna need a little something first." You said suggestively

Angel eyes popped. "Are you sure?" He wanted to make sure you were ready. "Yes" you answered "but first... teach me a few tricks on this pole" Angel chuckled but agreed "sure thing! First off you can't just jump in and start spinnin around and hanging upside down and stuff. Start off with some stretches okay? Then I'll give you grip aid to go on your hands, roll out a crash mat so you don't hurt your ass again and we'll start off with some beginner moves"

You agreed and did some stretching and warming up. Getting your muscles active and ready. Then Angel placed a thick mat on the floor in case you fell again. He handed you some product to put on your hands and you rubbed it in. Then he played some slow but catchy music. "It's about having fun. No music doesn't sound nearly as fun." He said and he got started by demonstrating some basic moves. You tried them yourself and he assisted you by using his hands to guide your back and your body to the best posture and position

You fell a couple times but Angel caught you. Saying something along the lines of "falling for me all over again" or "just can't stand not being in my arms can you?" And you grew more flustered at the proximity but it was also very enjoyable. Like an intimate moment. Not a bad idea for a date honestly

It was actually fun but it was also exercise. You were sweating quite a bit and you hadn't even had sex yet. He stopped you often to make sure you took breaks and drank water. Then finally you had gotten the moves pretty down pat. You were surprised that you were able to get it. But Angel was a good teacher. "A plus!" He said

Finally you were finished and you immediately locked lips with your tall sexy boyfriend. He kissed you back. Passionately. You broke the kiss and whispered to him "how about a little extra credit?" he pulled you closer wrapping his arms around you pinning you to him. "I thought you'd never ask" he said before pushing your head down and you allowed your teacher to guide you to where he wanted... once again

[herzzgeist]

One Piece Headcanons - Renamed

Characters: Zoro, Law | Trope: Them giving you pet names | Content: for female readers / Wholesome - enveloping you in fluffy teddy bears

A/N: Clearly, you are their kryptonite. Feelings are blossoming towards you and what better way than to give you a 'different' kind of name? This is for the girls out there, who need some red tint on their faces and make their hearts go 'doki doki' ఌ

Dividers by cafekitsune ~

My Girl It involuntarily slips out of him, when he’s either extremely proud or confident in your abilities to conqueror anything standing in your way. His chest swells with pride, whenever he sees you take on hordes of marines, kicking their asses without effort. And the way you move, it all makes it seem so easy. A ferocious and passionate woman? Count him in.

“Oi (Y/n)! Are you alright over there?”

He calls out to you while watching you fight five marines at the same time. With one single blow, they bite the dust. You heard the swordsman yell something incohorrently.

“Huh? Did you say something, Zoro?”

“Oh uh, no. Nevermind.”

Tilting your head in question, you shrug it off nonchalantly and proceed in printing those marine fools some more footprints into their behinds. The swordsman chuckles to himself.

“Hm, that’s my girl.”

Sweet thing Is what he calls you when he’s quite playful. Always his first choice when teasingly bickering around with you, sometimes leaving his lips with a hint of sarcasm. It drives you insane - and that’s his goal. How can he resist that pouty face, when you huff at him like that. Naturally, he won’t admit it to anybody, not even you. You are just his sweet thing, end of story.

“Come on, Zoro! Let me try it!”

“No means no, (Y/n). That’s high potent sake. Nothing for a little girl like you. It’s the ‘I’ma split your head the next morning’ kind of alcohol, you don’t want that, trust me.”

Holding out to the mug in his hand, which dodges your failed attempts in grasping it, you blow up your cheeks in annoyance. No chance, (Y/n). The Vice Commander won’t let you taste the ‘demon’s blood’, but your expression changes soon after, for you have a secret weapon. His kryptonite is laid bare.

“You’re just afraid I will beat you in a drinking competition.”

“Oh? Now I wanna see you try. Drink up, buttercup!”

He hands over another mug, sake nearly overflowing from the brim.

“I can taste victory already!”

“Oh sure, sweet thing.”

Though you haven’t even placed your lips onto the rim, to let the brazen liquid flow down your throat, you’re already burning up. It’s the handsome smile he flashes at you, while lulling you in with his raspy voice. To Zoro’s notice, he doesn’t understand, why you’re already glowing so hard. He just called you his sweet thing, so what?

"Sweet thing?"

"I mean, aren't you?"

Oh dear . .

Hot stuff This man is so TACKY. Zoro isn’t a man of big words, hence he sticks to the silly namings, even when things get ‘steamy’ he prefers to adress you softly and caring. Unless you ask him to get more ‘foward’ with his wording, which by the by only you can unlock in him. After all, he’s the King of Hell and there’s no way he keeps away the more ‘ferocious’ side from you, giving you the whispered spicy nothings you deserve. . . However, that stays behind closed doors, dear (Y/n).

“That’s a nice workout routine you got there. Care to share, hot stuff?”

While you’re on your felt like quadrillionth biceps curl, you nearly let the dumbbell fall to the ground by his rash choice of words. Hot stuff? Heat rises into your head. Is he doing this on purpose?

“D-Don’t tell me you like what you see?”

“I do. Very.”

Screaming internally, you find it way too ambiguous of you. He just means the work out. He just means the work out. Based on your reaction, the green-hair can tell he must have said something to fluster you, and now he is the one, babbling in mere abashment and uncertainty.

“Yeah . . you look hot- I MEAN you look good! Great work out for you. Tones your body nicely- WAIT NO I . .”

Backing up he slowly treads out of the room, rambling about and occassionally stumbling over his own feet, or words in his case. You have to supress a girly giggle as you observe how his face begins to radiate. It’s the first time he ever called you that and something tells you, it won’t be the last. In the distance you can hear:

"Shit! What was that about? Hot stuff? What was I thinking? Damn it, might as well just cut off my tongue."

That drama queen.

Dove You’ve gained his full trust, respect and affection. It’s a sign of his feelings caving in for you. When you hear him say it, the strong and composed swordsman he is, melts by the sight of you. There’s nothing better than calling you his Dove, seeing you take on all kinds of colours in your face, mainly red that is. Besides sake, you get him drunk on a different level. So, KAMPAI, Dove!

The Straw Hats organised one of their famous banquettes once more. Everyone is cheerful and in the mood for good food and head spinning ale. The Vice Commander however is nowhere to be seen, for he usually hangs around the sake barrels most of the time, when events like these are planned. As you take a look at the crows nest, you find your sleepy swordsman staring out the window.

“Hey, are you alright?”

“Mhm? Hi, guess so.”

Shifting to the side to give you some space next to him, he stretches his arm out, beckoning you to come over. You comfortably nuzzle against him, soaking in the warmth he emits. This feels . . strange, having such an intimate moment as friends. Perhaps, you hope it could turn out to form into something more? As if he read your mind, he speaks.

“Hey, umm . . this might sound weird, but uh - can I call you Dove?”

“Dove? A weird name indeed, but I take it. What made you think that suits m-“

Before you can finish your sentence, he shuts you up by turning your face to his, with his fingers on your jaw, and gently places his lips on yours. Well, that explains why he chose to call you Dove. Butterflies start to flutter around in your stomach and you gaze deeply into his onyx coloured eye.

“I think it’s . . cute.”

“It is.”

Taking a deep breath in, he continues.

"Whenever I feel down, you are the one bringing me up again. You are the wings lifting me up, giving me the ability to soar through the skies, showing me a different angle of the world."

Big words for a man of his usually reserved nature. His arm snakes around your waist from the side and pulls you even closer. Your heart just left out a beat. From now on, you gladly are his Dove.

(Y/n) Did you notice it? Yes! He left out the suffix. You should be honored he decided to grade you a level up. But in all honesty, he took a liking to you and your name. He thinks it to be rather pretty, it would be a shame to destroy the sound of beautifully aligned letters, as if molesting the title of a charming book. You have earned his trust. Interest - is peaked.

Sitting at a bar counter, you enjoy the evening at an inn, where the crew decided to take a break. It wasn't as calm as you excepted it to be, for a overly friendly and slimy man couldn't stop talking, obviously hitting on you.

"Can't you see she's uncomfortable around you, dumbass?"

The creep scurries off to the other side of the bar, all the tension in your shoulders crumbling, sighing subsequently in relief.

"Thank you, Captain."

Law gives you a reassuring nod and goes his way again.

"It's my job, (Y/n)."

Almost waiting for him to speak out that '-ya' of his, you tilt your head. Did the loud stir of the bar swallow that small suffix or . . does he deem you worthy of calling you by your normal name now? Your heart skips a beat out of happiness, hoping for the latter.

Sweetheart Teasing is one of his daily routines. Running out of ideas to get you either flustered or bewildered, he saw fit to take it up a notch. His heart races whenever he rolls the ‘sweetheart’ off his tongue, in order to adress you with a hidden sarcastic intent. Over time though, you begin to be his sweetheart. Just by the thought of you growing on him makes him shiver - positively.

"Why do you keep on doing this (Y/n)?"

"What do you mean?"

Innocently nibbling on a chocolate chip cookie, you flutter your puppy eyes up at the now faltering Captain, who furrows his brows at you.

"Baking cookies? We're pirates! Not some sort of- mhm . ."

You stuff his mouth with the tasty and crumbly goodness. Laughing at his fuming face, it's obvious to you he isn't completely opposed to your sweet counter attack. He keeps on chewing.

"Good right?"

Earning a low rumble in response, he averts his gaze and gulps loudly. His stern eyes sway over to the tray, filled with more crunchy cookies and you deny him that 'hungry' wish right away.

"Nope. Those are for the others. That was the only one for you. Besides, I thought you didn't like sweets., let alone dough."

Suddenly he takes a seat next to you, leaning in closer to you. His lips curling mischeviously, face now dangerously near yours.

"Oh how considerate of you, sweetheart."

Hold on, sweetheart? Frozen in place, you stare into those mesmerizing grey orbs, the perfect moment for the doctor to 'shamble' the snack into his hand and make a go for it, which he does without a word, practically sprinting out of the kitchen door.

"H-Halt! I mean wait! Stop right there! Trafalgar you thief!"

Darling He has you trapped in his room and vice versa. There you stand, no chance to escape. (No, he won’t sing it to you.) Besides singing that sweet jazz, that deep sultry voice loves to call you his Darling, when the time has come to playfully show you, that you have affected him. It’s a sweet name, however it bears a hidden, more lecherous intent, depending on how he enhances his words around you. Once or twice you caught him oogling you with those steel eyes, that’s when you realise, he does have a male instict, wanting to ‘court’ you, simply explained.

It's time for your annual classic health check up, no devil fruit voodoo, for he prefers to reserve his power, if not neccessarily needed. Meaning, you'll have to - strip. Oh don't worry, you're still wearing your underwear, nonetheless, you're heart beats out of your chest whenever he inspects your body, writing down your vitals and searching for any anomalies.

"Tell me if you feel any pain or discomfort."

Some touches tickle you, some induce your heart with pumping fuel and others make you go weak in the knees. The last one is new. What makes your position even more difficult now, is the fact that the stethoscope is up next, to check your heart rate.

"Are you nervous?"

"As if I am. It's just . . cold. That metal . . thingy."

"Stethoscope."

"I was about to say that."

His breath grazes along your naked skin, as he keeps on listening to your heart from the front and back. To your sassy comment, he can't help but chuckle lowly and gives your back a gentle glaze of his slim, wrapped in rubber gloves fingers, before moving on.

"Of course you were, darling."

If that doctor puts on that silly stethoscope again, he would have heard that literal jungle drum in your chest. He knows what it does to you, when he plays that extra sultry card on you, all with a hint of mock and sarcasm. Yet, a tiny slip in his voice tells you, he actually enjoys calling you that. - He is torture on two legs, keeping you on your toes.

My heart This is the part where you have defeated him completely. He is addicted to you and your cute reactions of him calling you his heart. Who would have thought a cold and serious man like him could be unintentionally romantic? Though he appears to be lacking the ability to express his emotions thoroughly, it doesn’t mean he can’t slip by and whisper your new title at you by coincidentially meeting in the Polar Tang’s corridors. As long as there is nobody around, snooping about of course. Though uncomfortable to show it in public, he gives it his all to prove his point that he is oh so head over heels for you.

He HAS HAD IT with you and your annoyingly adorable round puffy cheeks, whenever you throw a temper tantrum at his commands you vaguely dare to disobey. You leave him no choice but to:

"Room . ."

"O-oh no. Wait I'll-"

"Shambles."

You'll never get used to that. Finding yourself far off from the others at the harbour, he has warped the both of you to a secluded alley of the adjoining town.

"You. You. You! Just. Just!"

Visibly upset he throws his arms through the air, close to snake his giant palms around your neck to strangle you, however restraining himself with a forceful shake in his hands. Restless he walks up and down the narrow cramped aisle. He comes to a stop before you.

"I BEG you, to stop acting so god damn cute! Your back talk gives me even more reason to just . . to just-"

You shrink away from his intimidating demeanor and apologize with glistening eyes. A white hat on your head takes you aback, for he roughly propped it onto you, now pulling down the tip to restrict your vision and . .

"You idiot . ."

. . kisses you.

"Stop being a bratty crew mate and be mine already, my heart."

[ratseathumans]

TO MY LOVELY MOOTS!!!!!! EHEHRFDZVG (sorry for the bad video I was so tired when I made this, this morning)

@highclasshomosexual I am so, and forever will be grateful that you helped me on my birthday:) and I’m so glad we got to met irl, you are legitimately the coolest person I ever met, and I will always appreciate you, ALSO YOUR SO PRETTY IRL TOO AND YOUR PINS ARE AWESOME AND I HAVE A SHRINE FOR THE PIN YOU GAVE ME

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(I’m not the best at responding)

Anywho

I love you all. And you guys are my favorite people<3 I will always appreciate you all<33

[hameijina]

Thinking about Hermes and Apollo making a whole DnD campaing for the gods, it has story for about months of game and so much hidden lore that could make the best writters cry on shame of themselfs

But it don't go foward because most of the gods failed on the first one hour of game and decided that they hated it

The only ones who liked and kept playing where Athena (she enjoys the strategy part), Artemis (wants to see her brother happy), Dionysus (just like the chaos) and Ares (fantasy violence is good to him too)

Anyway, thank you for comming to my tedtalk

[life-winners-liveblog]

Well this will be fun to watch.

Good luck..? I guess?

- ???

Grian: Ok, Scar, you'll go first.

Scar: Really!?! Oh yeah!

Grian: Yes, what is your character doing right now?

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Grian: You make your way to the clearing. What do you do?

Scar: Oh, so I need to search for the med- meci-

Grian: Medicinal herbs, yes.

Scar: I'm going to look around for them.

Grian: Give me a perception roll.

Scar: Oh sure! 14! That's good right?

Grian: You make your way to the clearing, the cover of the tre leaves fading into a clear blue sky, you see bushes of various shades and heights growing on the grass floor, you quickly find the herbs you were looking for surrounded by bushes of other plants.

Scar: Do I recognize these other plants?

Grian: ... Give me a nature roll.

Scar: Oh right uh...1?

Martyn: A nat 1? We have our first nat 1 of the campaing people.

Scott: Is...that bad?

Grian: It's called a critical fail...you look at the plants and they look so alien to you that you start to worry they aren't even plants.

Scar: What!?!

~~~~

Grian: You come across a wooden hut and...

Scar: And?

Grian: We leave you here while we move to a different part of the woods, Pearl?

Pearl: Yeah?

Grian: What is your character doing right now?

~~~~~

Grian: You want to...tame...the werewolf.

Pearl: Yes.

Grian: Olive?

[I agree with mom!]

Grian: Of course you do ...uh...Would that count as charisma or animal handling?

Pearl: I don't know, you are the uh...

Martyn: DM?

Pearl: That.

Grian: Roll animal handling then-

Pearl: Nat 20.

Grian: I- ok then, you manage to somehow calm the werewolf down so now you can make your way foward.

~~~~~

Grian: As you make your way back to your hut you see...a fae?

Scar: That's me!

Grian: uh...yes.

Scar: Our characters are meeting Pearl.

Pearl: Sure thing mate.

Grian: I'm going to leave you here Pearl as we move to the town, to a traveling elf and his body guard.

Scott: My turn!!! Ok, this is exciting.

Martyn: And mine... I'm the bodyguard.

Scott: Well make sure to protect me.

Martyn: Of course.

~~~~

Grian: The guard stops you-

Martyn: Why!? We litterally didn't do anything!

Scott: You tried to punch a merchant.

Martyn: Well he shouldn't have scammed us! I'm going to tear the guard a new one.

Scott: Martyn-

Grian: Roll for intimidation.

Martyn: 18 baby! Listen here, guard, if you don't want to catch these hands like that con man you better not even try anything, we are in a hurry and we have no time to waste, If we arrive late to our meeting with the high bishop it will be your fault and you will be punished for it.

Grian: ...The Guard quickly scurries off.

~~~~~

Grian: You finally reach the town church just in time for your meeting with the bishop.

Scott: We aren't late? Good.

Grian: And I'll leave you here while we switch to Cleo, what are you doing?

~~~~~

Grian: You make your way trough the tunnels of the city when you come to a circular room, light filtering from above-

Cleo: Is there anything I should know about in the room?

Grian: Roll for perception.

Cleo: 11.

Grian: Ok, you see this room is covered by a mess of debris but you think you can recognize metal stairs leading upstairs.

Cleo: Hmpf, Good enough for me.

Grian: So do you make your way upstairs?

Cleo: Not yet, what would I need to roll to move the debris?

Grian: I'd say athletics.

Cleo: Hmmm, 13, is that enough?

Grian: It is. You start moving the debris when the ground starts to move, roll a dexterity save.

Cleo: Ah! Finally some action, 6.

Grian: You try to keep your balance but fail and fall.

[castingspellsanddaisies]

What's Aurelien Tchouameni's personality & what's his type?? | Tarot Reading

DISCLAIMER: Whata beautiful man - I mean... Take everything here with a grain of salt - and have fun!!

His general personality:

bouquet + fox + tree + key + fish + crossroads | back of the deck: dog

5 of pentacles reversed + 4 of swords + the world + 6 of wands reversed + 3 of wands + the moon | back of the deck: queen of pentacles

I see he's a very friendly person who likes to help everybody all the time. He's too friendly for his own good sometimes. I feel like sometimes he ends up putting his own needs behind so to make someone else happy. That's a problem. He has a teamwork mentality that's very good, but he needs to create some boundaries.

I see him being a social chameleon. That's right, not butterfly, but a chameleon. Because he ''becomes'' alike whomever he's next to. Is that a problem? Yes! Who are you, Aurelien?

I see him being very aware of this about him, and he feels like a ghost among others sometimes. He's looking for a away to open up more to life.

What's his type in women?

man + books + bouquet + cross + key + letter | back of the deck: rider

4 of swords + king of cups reversed + page of pentacles reversed + the fool + the empress + 10 of wands reversed | back of the deck: the chariot

Straight foward: a go-getter.

It makes sense. We saw him failing to assert himself most of times, so he looks for someone to do it for him lol

I see he's into people who work with the public, who help people. A communicator. He wants someone pretty, obviously. Someone wise and open about her needs.

He wants someone who can push him to be his best version, even if it takes a little bit of manipulation from her part. He likes when women act a bit moody with him.

He feels attracted towards someone that he sees acting fearless about her dreams. Someone very nurturing and who makes it hardship not seem so hard when doing by her. It reminds me of those movies about people overcoming their fears and going for it in the end haha

What I get is that, most of times, Aurelien's into people who are living his wishes for him. He wants to take courage from them.That's what attracts him into someone.

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That's all for now, folks!!

'till next time <33

[fireheartwraith]

I feel kind of weird making this, but a couple of my posts got some decent amount of notes so I thought I'd share

It's been a while since I've stopped actively following qsmp. Months since I've liveblogged like I used to. At first I just needed a break from the community but still watched on my own time, then I got busy with work/college, and then decided to boycott in solidarity.

After Quackity's "response", I'm leaving QSMP behind for good. I had a lot of fun and genuinely loved this project, but seeing as the creator can't differentiate hate from valid criticisms and workers' rights, I'll do as he says and leave. I encourage my fellow brazilians and french mutuals to do the same. We clearly aren't welcome anyway.

A lot of ex-egg admins (including Dapper, Pomme, and Ramón) have posted statements on Twitter, I urge all those who are unaware of the situation to read them.

If you think we're just haters who want to see the project fail, please just save us both the trouble and block me.

If you're still watching something despite knowing the people who make it special are being exploited, please go fuck yourself. Your special interest is not more important than people's rights. There are ways to still consume your interest while showing support to the workers who, after Quackity's great response, are getting harassed and threatened for speaking up.

Goodbye, everyone. See you on the flip side

EDIT: some people were confused so here is my clarification. You can read them in the notes

@silverware-drawer @white-pyramids-blog @absurdist-pink

Pomme's admin letter (English version):

https://twitter.com/Lumi_Pomme/status/1770924040271589420?s=19

Dapper's admin letter:

https://twitter.com/Dapper_no/status/1770928715964309702?s=19

Ramón's second admin thread:

https://twitter.com/arteamissing/status/1770571029326283195?s=19

Léa's profile. She has made other statement since the first one, as well as reblog other admins coming foward:

https://x.com/Leasagne_?s=09

One of the newest #RespectInQSMP threads. We are calling for a boycott of the QSMP awards btw:

https://twitter.com/thicksklls/status/1770886563653652592?s=19