#feel free to poke me here if you are also going i'd love to see others who play ffxiv

[neriyon]

Oh right I should probably make my own pre-Dawntrail post finally.

Posts will be tagged "dawntrail spoilers".

If I end up posting something spoiler-y, it'll be hidden under a read more. With something like "hey spoilers for x stuff" over it (+ tag).

I'll refrain from reblogging spoiler stuff that's not under read more for 2 weeks. After that it will still be tagged dawntrail spoilers. So you'll get 2 week grace period for forgetting to blacklist the tag.

Gear/glams and locations will not be considered spoilers, unless we get another Tempest situation going on (they did censor a place in one of the live letters so we might).

As a more of a personal bonus: I'm gone from tumblr (and twttr ofc) until I have finished MSQ. Last time that took 3 days. This time it'll most likely take longer, bc launch happens to go right over a con weekend 😑 Hopefully I can play at least a little during friday and saturday, if not I'll be home sunday evening to finally start.

[vidavalor]

Hi! I loooove your blog. What's an underrated GO moment that you like?

Hi! Thank you. :) Nice to meet you. I have green tea and raspberry scones for snacks today as I just got back from the bakery. *sets up plates*

You know what little scene I love? I love the bit where Shax comes to the bookshop when Aziraphale is in Edinburgh and, in the middle of threatening Crowley, asks him how to fix the hot water boiler in the apartment. It's a little moment and funny in your first pass watching it but it plays even better on rewatch and once you think about it a little beyond just the initial laugh.

In the attack on the bookshop, we see that Shax is one of those demons that is like the angels in that she thinks of food as human and beneath her. She makes fun of Aziraphale for his human hungers-- for food, for Crowley (who isn't in the bookshop when she's saying this stuff.) So, she's not exactly teaching herself to become a gourmet chef in that apartment now that she's on Earth. She doesn't cook and she doesn't do dishes, really, but... she needs the hot water working badly enough that she's willing to swallow her pride and ask Crowley for help in fixing it, which means her human indulgences are hot showers and honestly? If I'd spent millennia in Hell and got to escape to Crowley's place in Mayfair, you couldn't drag me for a hundred years from whatever tropical rainforest paradise shower Crowley had in that place lol so I can't really blame her. Not to mention that there's not exactly a lot of privacy in Hell, if ya feel me? A lady demon who has finally escaped topside of the fiery pits of Hell might be reluctant to admit it but she might have found one or two things about having a human corporation are not completely horrible... maybe so not completely horrible enough that she's desperate enough to go to the being who has not taught her what Google is for his own amusement for assistance with getting that hot water boiler operational again as soon as is demonically possible lol. (Crowley's canonically excellent taste in showerheads is absolutely the most top of mind meta you're going to find today, I know lol.)

Anyway, this means that Shax interrupted Crowley's afternoon of Operation Lovebirds: Shop Lesbian Vavoom to ask him to make it rain for her in the apartment.

He really hasn't done this much weather in ages.

It's also funny to me that the hot water boiler has rebelled against Shax by giving her two yellow lights (Crowley's eyes) and the solution for it, according to black-clad, silver necklace Crowley, is to turn a black tab on a silver loop. Whether Crowley's apartment is just in revolt against Shax or whether we're poking fun at the fact that Shax appears to have a little thing for Crowley or both, it's amusing.

Not to mention that Crowley's little lesson in locating the "hot water boiler tab" involves finger movements the likes of which have never been used to fix a hot water boiler in all our days lol. Crowley's a free-thinking Cupid. You gotta vavoom with your own damn self sometimes-- he gets it, girl. He's all the flavors of Baskin Robbins, Shax, and he's been on Earth for ages. He knows what he's doing. Take notes lol. If you find the black tab on the silver loop, it'll turn the hot water back on and then if you follow his non-verbal instructions here...

Besides the humor, though, this little moment is also happening in the segment of the story in which Crowley and Gabriel have been puzzling out the origins of gravity together. The heaviness of watching Crowley unable to remember building the universe is balanced a bit here, when they remind us through this scene in which he appears to be explaining something he built to fix his problematic hot water boiler that his curiosity and his need to take things apart to see how they work are not things that can be taken from him and that he rebuilds by literally rebuilding things.

(Aziraphale, we all know you've been breaking things around the bookshop for the last two hundred years and then calling Crowley and telling him that you couldn't possibly use another frivolous miracle to fix it or Gabriel will send you another strongly-worded note and would he please come over... and yes, it is a pipe under the sink again, how did he know? lol)

[maralarsen]

He's not that bad ✨

~Mattheo Riddle x reader~

Warning: None

Fluff

• Summary: The reader decided to read a book in the Common room, but she did not expect that she would be accompanied by an unexpected guest

• Mattheo and the reader are in the fifth grade, so they are 15 years old and the reader is in Slytherin.

(This is my first story so sorry for the mistakes I made + English is not my first language)

I went into the Common Room to read in peace. I go here after curfew when I can't visit the library. I love to read when there is peace and quiet. Well, as soon as I went downstairs to the common room, I found out that I will have company today.

Mattheo Riddle was sitting there. I didn't really like him. I would hate him if I could, but I can't hate him completely. I have a feeling he noticed me because I stopped hearing the pencil running across his sketchbook. Yes, Mattheo draws. It surprises me too. Honestly, what can that boy even draw there...."Are you just going to stand there or are you going to sit down?" his voice snapped me out of my thoughts.

"I was on my way to sit down," he grinned. Fool. I don't know what he can find funny about this. I sat on the other seat at the other end to be further away from him. "Are you afraid of me?". "No! Why?!" I asked confused. "It's just that you sat not a kilometer away from me. I have a feeling that if you wanted to, you would turn around and leave, but your pride won't allow you to," he grinned again.

His grin is already getting on my nerves. "Oh, maybe it bothers you that I'm not with you under one with a blanket," I said mockingly. "Honestly, I don't mind, but judging by the chills on your legs, you might need a blanket." I looked down at my legs. I really had chills down my legs, because I only had shorts on because I thought dear Riddle wouldn't be here and the big blanket with which he is now covered will be free. "Well?..." he smiled at my situation and asked me "if you want, you can sit on the other end of the sofa." The blanket is long enough".

I was surprised by his dear... dear... whatever it was, it was definitely nice. "Thank you, but no," "don't be silly, sit down and you'll catch a cold," so he was definitely right about this, unfortunately. "Okay," I sat down on the other end of the sofa he was sitting on and opened my book. I read in my muggle book, and Mattheo started drawing again, at least I think so from the sound of pencil on paper. "Can I ask you a question?" I looked up at him, surprised but a little irritated, "of course." "You know. I was thinking about us...how do I think so differently, no...," I started laughing "Stop it!" "Sorry. I just...ugh...it was very funny to see you embarrassed," "Hahaha very funny," I smirked "So what did you want," "I was just thinking that why do we get along so badly why do we poke each other ," "does that bother you?" I asked "no way...but it's annoying to be honest," "um, I don't know. All I know is that it started with your taunt about my hair back in October," "honestly it looked seriously like a nest," he said with a laugh in his voice, "I know and I'm sorry for how I snapped at you back then....actually you're totally fine. How about we start over?" I offered.

He really wasn't bad, you could talk to him normally when he didn't have his bunch of friends around, otherwise he acted like a cocky brute. "I'd like that," he said. I don't even know why, but it surprised me. I smiled "Okay. So I'm (y/n) (l/n)" and I shot my hand towards him "I'm Mattheo Riddle my pleasure" he shook my hand "me too...ugh,".

I was scared when the clock struck eleven in the evening. "Well, I should go now," I got up to leave "I should go to sleep too..." he also got up at the same time as me, so when we stood up, we were only a few centimeters apart.

It wasn't even that close, but for my 15-year-old self, it was enough to make me blush and so did he. "Um, I should be going now...good night Mattheo," and I left for the dorms, "Good night (y/n/n)," I was taken aback at that nickname, since not many people call me that. I came out of the trance immediately. I finally reached the stairs that lead to the students' rooms, I don't know why, but the journey felt like 5 minutes, not 5 seconds, I quickly went up the stairs and I was gone.

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If you liked the story, please leave me some feedback so I know if I should continue to write down stories that come to mind during the day 😅.

[coldfanbou]

Invitation

Here is the fabled Dahyun piece. Sorry for the delay. Nothing too rough here. Please enjoy.

Length 1.6K

Dahyun x M reader

The cameras focused on Dahyun as she stepped out of her car. She would stop and pose a few times for the camera allowing for a good view of her hourglass figure. Eventually, she could make it inside and watch the fashion show. You had spotted her when she arrived but waited until the show began to make yourself known. Taking the open seat next to her, you take her attention off the models walking past. "Keep looking at the models." You remind her. "It's nice to see you again, Dahyun." You can see Dahyun's head twitch slightly as she struggles to keep her eyes on the runway. 

"I thought you weren't going to come." 

"Well, I had some free time, and a friend had to drop out last minute." The noise disguises your conversation, allowing you to talk freely. "Are you free after this?"

"I should be; I can make time for you anyway."

"Oh really?" You say with amusement in your voice.

"Always, after all, I feel such a rush. Doing it."

"You enjoy it that much?" 

"I've been thinking about you since last time. I'm wet just talking to you." As you glance at her legs, you notice her rubbing them together as she continues. "So, where are you staying? Or are you going to come to my room?"

"I'll pass you a note after I come back; just keep the dress. I want to take it off myself." Dahyun's smile grows, and she stomps her feet with glee. You leave to write a note for Dahyun about where she should go after the show. Once you return, you drop the message in her bag and watch the models go by. Dahyun's smile remains the entire show as she waits for it to end. As it does, you say, "I'll see you there, Dahyun." You stand up and leave while Dahyun does any business she has left.

In your hotel room, you wait for Dahyun to arrive. Deciding to have a little fun, you hide away in the room. You watch as she enters, still wearing that black dress. She looks around. She walks toward the edge of the room and looks down at the passersby. From the tenth floor, everyone looked like ants. Dahyun continued to be distracted by the view; you came out of your hiding spot and got behind her. Putting your hands on her waist, you began to kiss her neck. Small coos escape her as she tries to turn around. "Just keep taking in the view, Dahyun." Moving up her body, you start fondling her breasts. You can feel her nipples poke through the dress as they harden. "Looks like you came prepared." 

"Of course, I want to enjoy your company for as long as possible. That makes it easier." You start to undo her dress while pressing her against the window. 

"Just imagine all those people watching you get fucked, Dahyun." She visibly shakes upon hearing that. "You love the idea, don't you? You want everyone to see the famous Kim Dahyun being fucked."

Dahyun's breath gets heavy as her dress falls to the floor. "I do."

"That’s what I thought. It's too bad we can't do that. After all, your career would crash and burn if you did." You slap Dahyun's ass and watch it jiggle. "Tell me what you want, Dahyun." 

"I want you to fuck me…" she says, turning her head to look at you. You give her a quick kiss while you slide your cock between her thighs. 

"Is that all you want, Dahyun? I'm hurt." She quickly turns her head back to the window.

"I-I'd also like to go out with you." Her stutter makes you smile as you thrust between her legs, rubbing her folds with your cock.

"You could say fuck me so easily, but you stutter with asking me out." You can't help but laugh before continuing, "That's so cute, Dahyun. If you have the time, we could go out together, but you'd need to get rid of your manager." Your hands slither up her back and grab onto her bare breasts. Dahyun groans as your warm hands replace the cool glass. 

"I'll get rid of him. I'll do it. Just make me feel good now." At her insistence, you start to flick her nipples. Your fingers circle the small nubs before running across them and back. You feel your cock become slick as Dahyun's juices begin to coat it. 

"Good, that's good, Dahyun." You nip at her neck, tempted to leave hickeys on her pale skin. "I'll give you what you want, Dahyun."  Your right hand momentarily leaves Dahyun's breast to align your cock with her pussy. As you poke and prod at her entrance, Dahyun whines.

"Put it in. Please give me your cock." She begins to moan as she feels your cock slipping inside, spreading her apart. Her warm, slippery walls make you groan in pleasure; Dahyun was always so tight. "Yes…yes…yes," Dahyun chants in a low moan; she rests her head on your chest as you finish burying yourself inside her. You let Dahyun act as a cock warmer for a second, enjoying the feeling of her walls clamped down on your cock. Your hands leave her breasts as you grab onto her waist. You slowly pull your cock out and then slam yourself back in. Dahyun moans loudly as you pierce her. 

"That’s it, Dahyun; let me know how good it feels." You moan as you pick up the pace. You watch as her soft ass jiggles each time your bodies come together. Dahyun continues to moan as you stir her insides with every thrust. 

"Oh, it feels so good. I love feeling your cock inside me." You watch Dahyun's face as she says that and more. Her eyes are closed, her cheeks flush and turning her milky skin a light shade of red. Wanting to see more of her, you pull out and turn her around. "What are you doing?" She asks before you ram your cock back into her. You hold her thighs and move to her ass, lifting her. Dahyun clutches you tightly as gravity brings her down, forcing your cock deeper. "Oh, God!" She cries as you start bucking your hips. Dahyun rises and falls quickly, your cock slamming into her. You can feel her nails dig into your skin as Dahyun's moans grow louder and her walls begin to squeeze down on your cock. "I'm gonna cum…I'm cumming!" She screams. While she goes through the throes of ecstasy, you continue thrusting. You give Dahyun a hard strike on her bottom as she cums.

"That’s it, Dahyun, cum for me." You say before kissing her. Dahyun returns it with enthusiasm; you play with her tongue as she comes down from her high. She mumbles something while you do so. "What was that, Dahyun?"

"I want you to cum inside me. I can feel your cock throbbing." It was true you were getting close to your orgasm, and hearing Dahyun's invitation, you accepted it. You start to thrust into her like a piston; Dahyun wraps her legs around you as you get closer. Kissing Dahyun, you begin to unload inside her. Dahyun's eyes widen for a moment before closing as she enjoys your warm cum filling her. Her grip on you softens as you press her back against the window. You break the kiss when you feel empty, despite Dahyun trying to milk you for more. You lay Dahyun down on the bed and watch her chest rise and fall. Your cum flows out of her pussy. Dahyun doesn't rest for long, instead lifting herself up and kneeling on the floor. She grabs your cock and strokes it. "I want a taste here, too," she says while using your cock to trace her lips. She pops the head of your cock in her mouth, using her tongue to lick it clean.

"You got a lot better at this, Dahyun. Have you been practicing with someone else?" Dahyun shakes her head vigorously. 

"No, I've bought a toy to use. I wanted to get better for you." She says while stroking your cock, covering her hand in cum and her nectar. Dahyun licks her hand clean before showing you she drank it all.

Patting her head, you praise her, "Such a good girl you are, Dahyun." She just smiles at you before going back to your cock. Dahyun's tongue works the underside of your cock while she bobs her head. You moan as she presses the head against the inside of her cheek. 

"Guck, I'm going to cum if you keep this up, Dahyun." She looks up from her position to meet your eyes. As you look into hers, they tell you to cum down her throat. Dahyun struggles to hold herself to the base of your cock but stays as long as she can, hoping you cum at that moment. She begins to massage your balls, increasing your pleasure. You start thrusting your hips gently; Dahyun closes her eyes and lets you use her mouth. "Drink it all, Dahyun," you say as you move a little faster. You stuff Dahyun's mouth as you begin to give her a taste of what she wants. Greedily, she drinks all the cum you give her. Even after you've finished cumming, Dahyun continues to suck on your cock before eventually feeling satisfied. On shaky legs, Dahyun stands; you lift her and place her back on the bed.

"That was great, Dahyun." You say while panting.

"You were great; I'm so full." She says while rubbing her stomach. You sit beside Dahyun and pat her back. 

"So, do you still want to go out, Dahyun?" 

"I do." There's a brief pause, "I'll just have to get rid of my manager for a bit." Dahyun turns to face you, "can you hold me for a little bit?"

"Of course, Dahyun." You lay next to Dahyun and hold her close while she wraps her hands around you.

[lohotine]

could you maybe do a shadow milk cookie x beast!reader......... for a possible plot you could maybe do reader getting corrupted and upon getting sealed away getting separated from shadow milk cookie,,,,, maybe reuniting after the seal is broken?? sorry if this doesn't make sense, you don't have to do this request if you don't wanna!!

AN: So, I actually... haven't... played the new update... SO I DONT REALLY KNOW THE LORE THAT WELL. I did a quick Google search and I think I got it? And I know what the seals are ☆ ALSO, I KNOW THAT THE SEALS DONT ACTUALLY DO THIS, BUT LETS JUST PRETEND FOR THE PLOT. Anyway, I decided on some small angst. (But if you want a fluffier version, just request it. I wont be mad or annoyed or anything like that bc I seriously would love to make a fluffier version of this plot!!)

Shadow Milk Cookie x GN! Beast reader. ONESHOT.

Warnings: Slight angst, possession

-Same-

It's been an awful long time since you were last awake. Did this even count as sleeping? Does being sealed away count as being asleep?

"Heyy. Wakey wakey!"

Who's voice is that? It sounds familiar.

"Come on, doll! You're making me worried.."

They sound upset. Wait, why are there voices?

"You are alive.. right? You didn't crumble away?"

I think I'm free...

You would flutter your eyes open. Everything was blurry, and your head hurt. Somebody was poking your face, but their hands were cold. Not the most welcoming of scenes, but whatever.

"Oh, so you are alive! That's a relief. I don't know what I'd do without you!" The person was leaning over you, and they held a big smile.

They seem familiar... but who are they?

You would smack their face away from yours and back away from them.

"Ow! Don't you know hitting your lover is mean?" The cookie would put a hand on his face while glaring at you.

What did he just say?

"Lover?"

The cookies face would turn sulen.

"Yeah... You remember me, right?"

...

Nobody said a word.

"Doll, I'm all for jokes, but this isn't funny."

He would just stare at you for a while with an annoyed expression before his face suddenly perks up into a smile.

"Oh I see, you're just confused! It must have been confusing awaking from such a long nap. Here, why don't we go on a walk to clear your mind?" The cookie would take your hand and start taking you for a walk. He didn't wait for your input.

"No, you don't understand. I have no recollection of you."

He'd only hum while cheerfully walking.

"I don't even know your name."

"Yes you do~" he would chime, still wearing that deranged smile.

"I do not-" you would snatch your hand out from his grasp and stop walking.

"..." He wouldn't say anything to you, only stare at the ground. His smile feel instantly in that moment.

"You really don't remeber... do you?" He asked you, not bothering to turn towards you.

"I don't."

He sighed before finnaly facing his body towards yours, though, he just couldn't bring himself to meet your gaze.

"Shadow Milk Cookie. That's my name. We used to be close but.." he paused before sighing. "I guess you forgot about all us!" He would have a crazed smile on his face.

"Look, I'm sorry that I don't remeber you, but there really isn't anything I can do about it,"

Shadow Milk would laugh before finnaly meeting your eyes. He would stare deeply into your eyes, that smile never leaving his face.

"Oh, but there is! Don't worry, dove, I'll make sure you remeber. Just stay still..." He would take one of your hands and begun to spin you around.

"Hey! what are you-" Shadow Milk would stop spinning you and put a finger over your mouth, shushing you.

"It's okay doll, I'll take care of you. Just let me guide you, all right?" He gave you an annoying grin, to which you glared at, but ultimately said nothing to.

"Ah yes, this is how I remeber it. You always were so obedient." He would step behind you and place both of his hands on your shoulders.

"You may not remeber me, but I remember everything about you," he would whisper into your ear.

You'd tense up, feeling his breath on your neck.

"Yeah, this is how you would always react. You really haven't changed..."

Shadow Milk Cookie would step back infront of you and trace his cold fingers along your facial features.

"And your face is the same as well." He had a ore faraway look in his eyes, as if he were reliving some other moment. He never let his smile falter though.

"Shadow Milk... were we really close?" You would ask him.

He couldn't help but snicker.

"Oh yes, soooo close."

"..."

"Want me to show you how close?" He held onto your chin, making you look towards him.

"Your answer doesn't really matter. I would have done this anyway."

Shadow Milk closed his eyes and pressed his lips against yours. It was a short kiss, but one full of longing.

"You have no idea how much I've been craving you. It was torture being away from you for so long. You can't expect me to let you go just because you forgot some things~"

A twinge of pink would dash your cheeks from the prior kiss. It should have felt forced and strange yet... there was a feeling of familiarity that made it feel nice.

"Oh how I've missed your cute, silly, blushing faces! There must have been a part of you that liked it then! Maybe I can make you remeber after all."

Shadow Milk would hold onto your wrist and begin walking with you again.

He held that psychotic smile once more while staring into your eyes.

"But even if I can't make you remember, I certainly won't allow you to forget."

Fin~

[utilitycaster]

Did you write or reblog posts talking about Imogen saying "the gods don't love me, why would I want to save them" way back when? because I recalled how absolutely wild that was and in the wake of Downfall i wanted to reread to compare her mentality nowadays, and idk if you can find them easier

Hi anon, I did.

I mentioned this last week but summer is my busy time for work, and I have some (positive, but stressful) things going on personally and so I'm going to post the links, but I'm also going to post the process by which I found them in the hopes that it will be helpful in finding such things themselves. I know Tumblr isn't great for search but that's true of me on my own blog as well and so I'd appreciate it if folks could put in that effort themselves; you are fine but I've gotten like 4-5 questions of "can I watch Downfall without C3" at this point and it's like please guys, at least try to search.

Anyway:

use the transcript search, filter on Laura; try variations of "don't love me" which pretty quickly brings up episode 3x79

Check when that aired (YouTube, Beacon, Twitch, etc will have this, just adjust for VOD dates or use the wiki); it was on December 7th, 2023.

Filter my blog archive on that date and by "Imogen Temult" in the tag

Here's a couple posts about that:

short post talking about Imogen's tendency towards impatience (reblogged by me)

a discussion of Imogen's attitude and perspective (reblogged by me)

question about Imogen's background and mindset towards religion (answered by me)

There might be more if you broaden the search; I'm usually decent about tagging by character but I'm not perfect about it, and I didn't include some posts about Imogen not relating to that statement, so feel free to poke around that date more generally.

It's funny because in-game it's only been a week or so, but the thing with Imogen is that I'm not sure she's great at like...an abstract "well, but this may be important to other people and so I should respect it" but she is quite receptive to actual interactions with people. I think seeing firsthand how oppressive the Weave Mind and Kreviris Imperium are; interacting with some of the child soldiers her mother recruited; having those few frustrated conversations with Liliana; losing FCG to Otohan (who no longer cared if she was kept alive, at that point); her limited communion with Predathos; and then viewing the events of Downfall have all influenced her position. Honestly, I wonder if her own "I love you but I don't know what to do with it" regarding Laudna's leaning in to Delilah has given her some insight as well; an understanding that she doesn't know how the gods feel about her specifically and that even feeling love for someone is no guarantee for how you will act towards them. She's had a lot of perspective-shifting experiences in a short period of time, and that line of not being sure she wanted to save the gods was only an abstract confession. And she said she didn't know! She didn't say she didn't want to; she said she was unsure.

[hazshit-hotel-hater]

The way substance abuse has been handled on the show thus far genuinely upsets me and reeks of writers who either 1.) don't understand the subject matter they're presenting and haven't done even the bare minimum to research it or, worse, 2.) simply don't care.

Apologies for the slight rant incoming, your comment about how it has been mostly "handled" off-screen got me going because that's 100% true and in that truth is such a missed opportunity for the show. The way it has been handled winds up feeling incredibly shallow and juvenile at the end of the day, especially for a piece of media that is attempting to present itself as "adult" and navigate multiple incredibly sensitive topics. I'll try not to get into my own personal experiences and will speak broadly, but the show uses substance abuse more as a cheap character flaw to poke fun at or something to magically handwave away when it is inconvenient, rather than the life-altering, debilitating illness that it is.

Nothing about Angel's use is ever meaningfully explored. It's so (apparently) unimportant to his arc and development that one rude comment from Husk (a character who ALSO has a problem with gambling and alcohol that is never addressed) is all it takes for him to suddenly "resist temptation" and be shown as "recovered" (unless I'm misremembering). Or was he suddenly going to counseling off-screen too and its just another thing that will be told to us rather than shown? And how does Charlie even handle that at the Hotel (I'd be really interested in this as a moment for her character to have to grow/change too)? Does she even understand substance abuse and the many unaddressed systemic factors that can influence it? Or is the entire recovery process just shame based (because that works so well /s) combined with some more corny trust exercises? Why is this incredibly serious topic relegated to the background as if it's unimportant?

Recovery is hard. It is emotional and exhausting. Withdrawal (depending on what you're coming off of) can sometimes mean excruciating, unimaginable pain and in some cases people literally die. It is not a funny "ha-ha I take drugs because I'm chaotic and wild" quirk to be adored or glorified and it definitely should not be presented as something that can be wrapped up in a month or two off-screen without any development whatsoever. That's just insulting.

When you approach a topic like substance abuse and recovery, I personally feel you need to take in all sides of it. All the missteps that come with it (two steps forward one step back - mistakes are expected and okay), the self-loathing, the guilt and shame, the joy, the sense of freedom, the loss, and the best part of all: the incredibly difficult but liberating journey that is rebuilding your life and learning to love yourself and your body again, once you've chosen to be free and to live life.

Mad props to anyone who has ever battled this disease. You are strong, you are worth it and you are valued. Lol I am so sorry for going off here but I so appreciate you calling out the lack of exploration on this topic in the show. I guess I didn't even realize how annoyed and upset it was making me feel (praying this is coherent...).

This was absolutely coherent don’t worry!! Im really glad to see other people talking about this. I myself have not struggled with drug addiction but I have struggled with other kinds and as someone that studies a bunch of medical junk, I’d say I’m decently knowledgeable.

I’m mainly going to focus on Angel for this since he’s the main character I write for, but I assure you other characters addictions are also handled in my rewrite.

During the actual canon show, we don’t see Angel actually abusing substances that often; there’s a few times, most notably in episode 4, but from the rest of the show onward we hardly see anything. Yes in episode 6 they mentioned relapsing, which, mind you, was done horribly, but I digress. They touch on relapsing; Angel relapses, and then… what..??? What happened from that? I don’t feel upset or second hand guilt of any kind from this scene because we haven’t seen Angel’s attempts to stay sobre and off drugs.

His name is fucking Angel Dust. You don’t, I dunno, think that’d entail a higher dependency on drugs? Why do you think he named himself that?

About his name before anything else, the show has so much potential later on to talk about Angel picking out his drag name and why he chose that specifically. So much potential to explore how he views drugs and himself. He sees them as an escape and something “fun” to take his mind off of his actual life. When you die in a fucking coma and wake up in hell as a spider you’re going to want an escape. You will want to ignore reality. I am fully convinced Angel picked his name once he started performing because thats what he needed at the time. He needs to be like that to survive in hell. Angel is an incredibly mentally ill, troubled, traumatised, and unstable person, and being surrounded by so much intense negative influence only amplifies his current problems. I don’t mean to drag Vox in here but in my last redesign post I mentioned how very mildly bad people can become even worse people in hell because of the environment and this is no different for Angel. He’s been surrounded by crime and drugs his entire life and unable to live comfortably because of his sexuality. He has very likely been struggling with substances since he was a teen. Possibly even younger. He is not going to suddenly get over his addiction because of something like this. It could pave the way to him looking into dealing with it, but things like this can take years. I don’t remember when my addiction started; I’ve been clean for 2 1/2 years now I think, but the amount of relapsing and anguish I experienced while working towards that isn’t something that can be done in a few days or months. I still struggle with feeling like I deserve to say I’m recovering.

I’m hoping they tactfully handle this as they should, but my hopes are low. It’s okay to show a character relapsing. It’s okay to show a character feeling guilty. What matters is that the struggle is there to signify they’re trying. For a character with a song called “Addict” you really don’t see much of it. Drug and alcohol addiction is not a silly thing to just twiddle your fingers with and be like “well I guess thats over!” It’s incredibly insensitive to do so.

Whenever I write about Angel’s struggles with addictions, I focus on how small they can feel until you realise what’s actually happening. Just me talking about my rewrite again, but to get my ideas out here: Angel smokes often. He smokes at the studio when he’s stressed, he smokes at the hotel when he’s stressed, he smokes at in alleyways when he’s bored, there’s almost no location he won’t, but sometimes he tries to smoke less. His lungs aren’t the same as humans and technically he has 2 pairs of lungs, but smoking causes him to cough. This is painful in general and especially painful for Angel since he has barbs going down the back of his throat. Imagine choking on sandpaper, kind of like that. It’s painful, he doesn’t like the sound, Fat Nuggets REALLY doesn’t like the sound, and it’s an overall inconvenience, so he tries to stop smoking as much. Periods like this usually go fine for him until the stress returns or he starts to feel the withdrawal. Withdrawal from any sort of addiction is terrible, and in Angel’s case, just from not smoking it worsens his mental state further. He becomes irritable and stressed and that stress leads to wanting to smoke again to calm down. He may resist a few times and those times should be praised, but he gives in eventually. One cigarette to calm down becomes two, then three, and before he can process himself getting carried away, the entire pack is gone. It’s things like this that make addiction horrible. It’s something that deeply scared me when I was struggling. When I was struggling I was still in the mindset of “I can stop when I want to” and then being so suddenly hit in the face with the realisation that I’m not longer in control of this is terrifying. I could not stop when I wanted to. There were even points where I didn’t want to stop. Even just getting the smallest glimpse of this in an incredibly serious manner with Angel Dust would surprise me. To think the bar is this low on a show that seemingly prides itself on tackling such sensitive topics like you said is appalling. Your show shouldn’t have to be told how to write itself.

[licensed2faint]

Hey everybody! I'm a pro battler, currently in my 'on' season after taking an extended break, although tight at the moment I'm at home.

I tend to go by a lot of different names for personal reasons, but you can call me Laser! If we include my break, I've been battling for TWENTY YEARS THIS YEAR (wow!) but honestly I've been around trainers and battle-trained 'mon my entire life.

I'd love to connect with people here, whether for battling tips, advice for pokemon in the home, or anything else!

I have/had a LOT of pokemon (I ended up opening a preserve/ranch with my S/O with our prize money for the pokemon that didn't want to be released into the wild or become a housepet at the end of our journeys, so please rest at ease that everybody is being taken care of!) so I can answer questions about most any types.

I'm Hoenn native, and my Blaziken is my best friend. I've taken the gym challenge in: Hoenn, Sinnoh, Johto, Kanto, and Unova, so that's where my knowledge lies. I'm not very familiar with fairy types, sorry!

At home, feel free to ask about any of my 'mon! I've got a bunch, so don't feel shy about asking!

And now I have Sponge Cake the Feebas as a non battling mon (atm!) I'll see if he wants to evolve and maybe enter him in battles or contests, but it's definitely too early to force him into anything.

Newest Ranch Arrivals:

Popstar the Sneasler

Bokeh the Metagross

Amanda the Aerodactyl

Michael the Flareon

Custard the Lillipup (just hatched!!!)

((ooc stuff under the cut!))

(If any of my backstory doesn't fit your blog's canon, I am A-OK with saying that we somehow connected internets through a spatial rift!)

I am totally and fully okay with 'is the picture cute?' style blogs interacting! In fact, I encourage it!

I have memory issues, so I apologize if I don't recognize your blog or remember where you are in your storyline

The games that are canon to Laser's life are Ruby, Platinum, SoulSilver, and Black! I'm definitely counting other games as having 'happened' but Laser did not live through them, and only sort of knows what went down.

Laser has defeated the Elite 4 in those games, but takes pains to disguise itself in each new region it takes the challenge in, to avoid too much publicity. However, after beating the league, it doesn't care to maintain the disguise, leading to being kind of a famous cryptid type character.

Because of this, it will be cagey about its life, but may let things slip accidentally!

As a side note, I want to play the emotional ramifications of the events of those games somewhat seriously! Laser was in therapy for a good long while, both because of said events and also a tragedy that occurred at some point which it was struggling to cope with.

I don't wanna expound too much on its backstory yet, but I will keep record of anything discovered here for ease of access to newcomers! Feel free to poke a bit at it, but please keep in mind it will react like a real person!

pelipper mail is off while Laser is traveling, but on while at home, magic anons are always off, but musharna mail? I think is crazy funny so that is ON. Mystery gift is tentatively on, will make a concrete decision once I catch the vibe better. Union Circle is sooooo on!

BACKSTORY UNLOCKED:

-Has serious beef with Giovanni and Ghetsis, but seems to give the other teams wiggle room...

-Knows Maxie well enough that he calls it out on its bullshit and bad habits

-big thing happened sometime between leaving kanto and going to unova

-makes occasional trips to the Distortion World, but is hesitant to speak on that

-started its journey early, back when ten years old was the standard

-Someone named Thomas lives in a cave on preserve grounds

CURRENT PLOT: Old Wounds!

(i follow from @tigirl-and-co)

[moirindeclermont]

Smashed - episode 4

It's episode 4 already. We are going into full smut territory, so be warned. Also, previous episodes available here 👇

X | X | X

They kissed after his teasing, and it's the most natural thing in the world.

Pen still can not believe this is happening, but she rather does want to fix a minor detail. "Can we go to your room? I'd rather not doing this on a bench, at least not my first time." She says and he nods. He gets up, still with her in his arms, and in a few minutes they are in his room, closing the door behind them.

He kisses her again, not sure where to start.

Colin keeps pushing them backwards until Pen's knees meet the bed. "Lie down," he says and Pen shiveres. It doesn't matter he is cold, she can be hot for the both.

Then Colin start to undress himself. Defined, she can be hot enough. While he is not tanned, having to give up the sun, his body is still magnificent. Pen cannot wait to be in his arms. When his pants fall down as well, she gulps, her mouth suddenly dry and her center wet.

"Want me to help with yours?" He says after a moment, and she rises, giving him his back. Together, they make quick work of her dress. She is lucky she is gone for a more useful outfit, rather the very complicated ones. Colin traces her back with his fingers and when she turns, she can see him being incredibly turned on by her body. She is not perfect, but she learnt through her training that she is strong and capable - and that gave her a new appreciation of her body.

Colin's gaze on her was just another part of that.

He began to skim with his fingers, touching her neck and her shoulders, going down again to trace lightly a nipple, already engorged. He pinched her there lightly, making her whimper.

Their mouth find each other again, and they fall down on the bed, Colin bracing himself on his forearm, as the other hand grasped and groped her breast and her sides. Pen, on the other hand, can't stop touching his hair and his neck, panting in his mouth.

She feel his length poking her belly, and she is curious. So, she goes on a journey that leads her there, and taking it in her hand is nothing like she ever imagined. Smooth and silky, while being hard. She uses Colin's moaning as a direction for her touch and there is something so satisfying in watching him crumble under her attention. He gets to retaliate, his free hand going on her thigh and then towards her centre, exploring her folds and gathering her wetness to ease his way.

She looks at him - he might be a vampire but she loves him. Clear and simple.

She lets herself get lost in the sensation that his hand is creating in her. Moaning and whining as he presses on her center, two fingers quickly in her - the thumb making circle on her cl1t.

Her hand for awhile stay still, as she reaches her peak.

It's coming that removes her hand. "I want to come inside you love," he whispers to her and maybe she is dreaming again because he seems hot as much as she is now.

There is no fear, no uncertainty, no doubt in her as she seeing Colin aligns himself to her center. With an unspoken agreement he goes slow (and that silent caring is making her heart swell with love), inch after inch making her feel full and it's so good she almost wants to cry.

He watches her for signs of pain or discomfort but there is none. He is so tender with her that she has to ask for him to go faster. She wants him. She wants to feel him.

Colin seems to understand she can handle him at full strength, because from that point on, their coupling is much more wild and powerful, as she meets his string thrust with equal passion, her hips moving on a primal dance that leaves both of them breathless. They kiss and kiss, while Colin is trying to resist coming, making her his priority. Like always.

She touches her own body, her nipplles and her center, to help her release and Colin now can't resist.

He doesn't even try to, filling her with his seed. Of all the things they have done, this seems somehow the most intimate one.

Then, he pulls out and collapse on her side, caressing her. She was mistaken. This is the most intimate thing. This quiet contemplation after their pleasure, silence that doesn't need to be filled because their body did all the talking before.

She smiles at him.

"I have dreamed of this for a long time."

He kisses her slowly.

"Am I living up to your dreams?"

She shakes her head. "Reality is so much better."

He chuckles. "I have to say, reality is so much better for me too"

They don't know what the future may hold, and in some hours they both are going to be leaving for a hunter workshop. There are obstacles ahead of them and in the way of their happiness.

But for some small time, they don't worry. They just focus in the moment. Pen and Colin together. As it should be. As it always meant to be.

Tbc

(and tomorrow we are going to the hunter workshop... What's going to happen? Toss your prediction here)

[torchlitinthedesert]

Transcript under the cut.

Paul

"Life had just started to get a bit messy when Linda became pregnant with Mary. Allen Klein [the American business manager] was involved iwtht he Beatles and, over the year, things seemed to get more chaotic and worrying. Then, the miracle: our Mary. The chaos got pushed to one side and all I cared about was being a dad. But there was still a lot of unpleasantness flying around, so in the end I said: "Let's get out of here, go to Scotland and be a family." It wasn't planned, but Mary came at exactly the right time. She changed my perspective to a degree where I could look at what was happening with the Beatles and think, "Does it really matter?"

If you were a dad in the late 1960s, you were part of taht first wave who got involved with the whole process of pregnancy and birth. One afternoon I remember going down to the local Family Planning Association and picking up a booklet called You Are Having A New Baby. I loved reading it: "At this-many-weeks, your baby will be as big as an orange." And then being there at the birth! In my dad's day, that would have been unheard of.

My first solo album came out in 1970 and I decided to use one of Linda's photos of me and Mary on the cover. This tiny head poking out from the inside of my jacket. These days you wouldn't do it because it feels dangerous to put pictures of your kids out there, but back then we weren't bothered. A lot of musical acquiantances warned me that being a dad would change my professional life. You can't take kids on tour, you can't have them in the sutdio. My professional life did change because I was no longer in the band, but I was still writing and recording. For the first Wings tour in 1972 we simply packed a load of nappies and toys and took the kids with us.

Later, when they were at school, I'd have a word with the headmaster. "Look, we'll be away for six weeks and I don't relish the thought of getting a call in Australia saying something happened to one of the kids." The school gave us a list of the lessons they'd be missing and we took a tutor with us, which the kids hated. They saw it as a six-week holiday. Like all parents, we were dreading the rebellious teens, but the most rebellion we had from Mary and Stella was having to listen to Wham! all day long. Looking back, I guess that wasn't too bad.

In 1998 Mary and the kids lost their mum and I lost … Linda. I knew it was my job to be “strong Dad who keeps it together”, but you can’t do that the whole time unless you completely hide your feelings. Eventually my emotions started leaking out. That’s when the roles were reversed and the kids rallied round me. We got through it, but we all struggled because she was the glue that held everything together.

Linda would have been so happy to see how far vegetarianism has come since we started the food business [in 1991]. And now Mary’s continuing the tradition with her own vegan cooking show. Yes, I’m proud of what I’ve achieved musically, but I’m also proud that Linda played such a big part in bringing vegetarian food into people’s homes.

Christmas and new year were a big family thing when I was a kid, so I keep the tradition going. Me and Nancy [Shevell, whom he married in 2011] like to go to Mary’s, the grandkids running around with their new toys. I do it for them as much as me — I want them to experience the same joy I felt at their age. That connection with family is what keeps me sane. I’ve got my fingers crossed for 2022. Like everyone, I’m hoping we’ll get a chance to do some of the things we’ve missed out on, see the people we love. It’ll be nice to have a bit more normality.

Mary

My earliest memories are split between London and the farm in Scotland. The excitement of city life versus absolute solitude. It was still exciting but in a different way: riding ponies, climbing trees, helping Mum in the kitchen. And the sound of Dad’s guitar.

It makes me laugh now, but there were some afternoons when we’d be watching cartoons and Dad would wander over with his guitar. He’d sit down and start playing this beautiful music, messing around with melodies and songs. We’d all give him an evil stare. “Dad, we’re watching telly. Go in the kitchen.” One time he said: “Do you know how many people would love to be sitting here now, listening to me play guitar?” I just shrugged. “But we can’t hear The Wombles.”

Being a vegetarian family in the late 1970s marked you out as different. Everybody said it was all Mum’s idea and she’d forced Dad to stop eating meat, but they did it as a team. I remember them discussing recipes and Dad saying he still wanted something he could slice for his Sunday roast. Mum was always excited about cooking and she inspired me. Dad’s pretty good in the kitchen — he’d make a great sous-chef. If you ask him to sort out the mashed potato, it’ll be the best you’ve ever tasted. He’s meticulous, just like he is in the studio.

Of course people made fun of Mum and Dad for being veggie. They made fun of Mum for a lot of things, saying she wasn’t a real musician, she wore odd socks and charity-shop jumpers. The real problem was that she didn’t fit the mould of the woman they wanted Paul McCartney to marry. They wanted someone who went to all the chichi parties, but Mum was more interested in feeding the animals on the farm.

Mum and Dad insisted we went to the local comprehensive school, which made me feel a bit awkward at the time. I’d be in school for a term, then off on tour. When I came back, all my friends had made new friends. Now, when I look back, I realise what a smart move it was. It kept us grounded.

Dad was almost too enthusiastic when it came to helping with homework. On my own I could knock it off in half an hour but Dad would get out the encyclopaedia, he’d be cross-referencing and drawing graphs. The teachers must have got suspicious when I gave in these ridiculously detailed essays. Dad said education changed his life and he wanted to pass that love of learning on to us.

I look at Dad and think, after all he’s been through, how has he managed to stay in one piece? He has found a way of keeping a level head, no matter what else is happening in his life. My own personal theory — I’ve not talked to Dad about this — is that he needs normality because that’s what inspires him. Real life and real people. That’s where all the music comes from.

Every year that goes by I seem to find a new level of admiration for what Dad has achieved — and Mum too. My husband and I have this game where we try to get through a day without coming across a reference to Dad or the Beatles. What usually happens is that I get to around nine o’clock, then something comes on the radio or I see an ad for the new Beatles documentary.

I do listen to the Beatles at home, but it’s the Wings stuff I play the most. Mum’s not around any more, but when she’s doing her backing vocals I can still hear her and Dad together. There’s a song called I Am Your Singer — that always gets me. “When day is done, harmonies will linger on.”

[onboardsorasora]

Hello again👋, I'm here to poke you for some more enchanted Daniel Au. All good if you're not feeling it. Just thought I'd ask because seeing him so happy this weekend has got me craving Enchanted Daniel.

A little chaotic but we're here!! Thank you thank you for the ideas! I think I'm gonna be starting the next part today maybe 😅😅 (this got soo long, but it wanted to do it's own thing!)

Part 1 | Part 9

Part 10

Daniel watched from his little cat nest as Max went through his last minute travel checks. He was agitated as he grabbed his spare charger that he keeps in the living room and he almost slammed the door to the coat closet where he kept his travel playstation set up.

Max was on his way to the factory. He needed to go speak with his boss and team about the upcoming season. Jimmy told Daniel that Max wasn’t happy about having to leave him alone in Monaco. But Daniel understood, he couldn’t travel yet– Michelle was still working on the passport– and this would be his first time in Max’s home alone.

Well not completely alone, Jimmy and Sassy were with him.

Daniel had already made extensive promises to charge his phone, Sassy also promised to remind him to keep it on. He also promised Max that he wouldn’t go anywhere by himself either. In fact, Lando was supposed to be coming over to stay with him for a little.

Max pulled his suitcase into the living room, his face in a stony pout. He truly didn’t want to go but he couldn’t get out of it. There was a knock on the door and Daniel got up with Jimmy in hand and Sassy trailing behind. They opened it and Lando came barrelling in wearing a huge orange hoodie and carrying his own bright suitcase.

He hugged Daniel and then Max and beelined to scoop up Sassy who fought for a little before seemingly accepting her fate, if Daniel’s laugh was anything to go by.

“Are you all packed, Maxy?” Daniel asked, throwing a tattooed arm around Max’s tense shoulders. Max sighed and nodded.

“Don’t worry Max!” Lando chirped with a grin, “we’ll be fine. Plus Alex and Lily are free as well.”

“Ooh! We could go see them?!” Daniel got excited, the prospect of seeing their friends doing a lot to temper the edge of Max leaving. He was sad Max was going but he understood. This wasn’t that new to him. Being able to see people and have fun during the absence was new, though. 

Max left grumpily after lots of hugs and kitty cuddles, and promises of texting and facetimes. Lando watched it all gleefully but said nothing. He was texting Charles however.

They ended up at Alex’s shortly after Max confirmed he was taxiing on the runway and Daniel was very happy to be surrounded by all the animals who were trying to make him feel better. He missed Max already, which was silly of him, but he did. 

“– oh no, we’re staying in tonight. Max would kill me I think.” Daniel tuned into the conversation going on around him to hear Lando’s laughing statement.

“Why?” Daniel looked at the other three humans with wide curious eyes. 

“Well there’s a party tonight at Sass’– it's a night club and yes Max named Sassy after it” Alex and Lily laughed, always finding it hilarious that Max chose night clubs to name his cats.

“Can we go?” Daniel loved a party, they were always so much fun.

“I don’t think Max would like that?” Lando hedged.

“Why would it matter?” Daniel tilted his head questioning. He looked down to the cats who were offering their own two cents. “No, I’m not too young MooMoo. My birthday is coming up! I’ll be 23!”

Lando and Alex looked at each other briefly, well that answered a lingering question. Maybe they should have the cats interrogate him more often.

“Why would Max be mad?” Daniel asked Lando again.

“I don’t think he'll be happy about me taking you to a club while he’s gone.” Lando shrugged and Lily realized immediately that that had been the wrong thing to say. The way how Daniel’s face fell into what could only be described as crestfallen.

“Oh.” Daniel’s shoulders sagged and his entire demeanor became fragile. Lando’s eyes widened in horror– what did he do wrong???

“Whoa whoa!” Lando rushed forward with his hands up and flapping in anxiety. There was a problem and he was immediately out of his depth.

“Daniel, what do you mean?” It was Lily that settled into the kitten pile.

“I just– I thought Max was good. Jimmy and Sassy said so.” Daniel whispered, he seemed on the verge of tears.

“He is!” Lando all but cried. This wasn’t good at all.

“Why would you think he’s not good?” Lily again, god bless her.

“Because he’s just like my ex. I wasn’t allowed to go anywhere if he was away.” Daniel slowly petted Stan who nudged his small head into his palm. “He didn’t like animals. But Max likes animals?” Daniel sounded more confused than sad and that was something they could work with.

“Was your last ex controlling?” Lily asked quietly and Daniel smiled sadly at her. 

“He didn’t like when I sang.”

“Max loves it when you sing!” Lando chimed in again, wanting to do anything to prove that Max was good.

“He didn’t like it when I did anything without him either.” Daniel looked over at Lando, waiting for him to disprove. It was Alex that came to Max’s rescue.

“It's not that Max wouldn’t want you to go…it's more that he’d like to come with us. He was sad when he learned about the party because he knew he wouldn’t be here.”

Daniel looked from Alex to Lando before looking down at the cats, Stan and Frooky were very vocal.

“So he won’t be mad if we go?” Daniel asked again, wanting them to confirm plainly.

“No, he won’t be mad. You can probably even call him when he lands?” Alex suggested and Daniel shrugged.

“Do you have anything to wear? We could go shopping.” Lily suggested, smiling widely when Daniel looked over at her.

Later after they’ve shopped and bought way too many things. Lando asked if they should cover his tattoos and Daniel agreed so they didn’t bring too much attention to themselves. Sophie told him that not many people were magically adept and Daniel knew that meant that they might be mean. 

Daniel chose an outfit of skinny jeans with rips at the knees and a shirt with long sleeves and a large 3 on the back– it was his favourite number. When everyone was ready, and after lots of goodbye scritches to the cats and dogs– they went to Sass.

They found Charles easily in the VIP section and Daniel spent majority of the time on the dancefloor in the crush of bodies. His grin was infectious while he threw his hands in the air and danced without abandon. The drinks at Sass were delicious and he’d had many offers from people wanting to buy him more. They were all so nice!!

He was staggering back to their booth when he felt his phone ringing. It was Max!

“Maxy hi!” Daniel’s grin was happy and wide when he answered the video call. His face might be too close to the screen but he couldn’t really judge the distance right now.

“Daniel! You look like you’re having a good time” 

Daniel swayed where he stood, both to the music and because he couldn’t hold himself still. He needed to dance. The pretty drinks told him to dance. “Maxy Maxy Maxy!” Daniel sang into the phone, and Max watched him bemusedly, if a bit worried.

“Daniel, where is Lando?”

Daniel shrugged, he didn’t know. He hadn’t seen Lando, Charles, Alex or Lily in a while. The dance floor was large.

“How many drinks have you had?”

“People here are sooo nice, Maxy.” Daniel wasn’t sure what Max said, it was so loud but the music felt good!

Even through the shitty connection, Max could see that Daniel was drunk. But none of his friends were around and he was stuck in Keynes. 

“Maxy, I’m gonna go dance again ok? I Miss you a lot!!” And Daniel hung up, fluttering into the mass of bodies once again. Max watched as the call ended in his hand, his stomach churned with worry even as his heart leaped a little at Daniel’s drunken confession.

Part 11

[nikki-is-a-nerd]

Invisible String

Synopsis:

While in bed with Ezra, you tell him how you think you two were always destined to find your way to each other.

(it's also my apology for the angst fic and this Taylor Swift song hits in ways you don't know)

Genre: Fluff just tooth rotting fluff.

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It has already been about six months since you and Ezra have been reunited and three months since you two started dating and living together. It wasn't a difficult transition from being friends to lovers, not when you and him had so much history. It felt almost too natural, like you two were meant to end up here.

You and Ezra both grew up with the other members of the ghost crew, you more than him. You were younger than him by three years, but you were part of the crew way before him. When he disappeared, you and Sabine took it so hard, but Sabine at least had an outlet for a while when she was training with Ahsoka, while you stayed behind to help out the resistance in any way that you could.

All those years apart and gaining experiences, though different made you think about the what ifs in life.

"What are you thinking about?" Ezra asked softly as his fingers carded through your hair.

"Just...what if you stayed here. Like you didn't get to sacrifice yourself. Would we have arrived at this point in our lives still?" You asked truthfully.

"I think we would, maybe a lot faster than we did. I also think that it would have been less complicated too. I think I would have confessed to you in a nice field somewhere in either Lothal or we could go to Naboo." Ezra said looking at the ceiling.

"I think I would've liked that, but am I biased if I like the one I did get?" You teased.

"What? The one I said while I had the flu? You're weird." He laughed.

"Only for you." You joked.

You lay your head on his bare chest drawing patterns on it and some of the blaster scars he must've gotten in his time in Peridea. Ezra looked down on you, feeling content and happy, when he asked you a question as well.

Imagine how different life would've been if I declined Kanan's offer to teach me the ways of a Jedi." He said softly.

"I wouldn't have met you, gotten close to you and all of our little adventures with Sabine would be non existent. I don't think Lothal would be free without you." You said softly.

"I wouldn't know how happy I could've been." You added as you looked up at him through your lashes.

"Aw geez, you really know how to fluster a guy." Ezra said as a blush creeped up his face.

"You know I did try though, date other people while you were gone but they didn't work out." You whispered.

"I know, Sabine told me and that's totally fine. Like I told her, as much as I love you and wish to be with you, I don't want you waiting around for someone who might not come back." Ezra added kindly.

"No, Ezra. They didn't work out because I was looking for you in all of them. I was trying to see glimpses of you in them but, then again there's only one you."

It was silent for a while as Ezra let those words sink in. He felt so much unbridled happiness at the thought. He just felt so much happiness.

"I read a book somewhere how some people are connected by the force, or for some a red string, but with how life was with us. The way we keep finding each other. I'm starting to think ours is no measley red string. I think ours is a golden thread." Ezra said.

"Well aren't you a romantic." You teased as you poked his chest.

"Only for you." He returned your earlier words to you.

"Since we're not as busy in the resistance as of yet, wanna come with me to Yavin-4. I want to show you somewhere I used to go before I joined the ghost." You asked.

"Honestly I'd go anywhere with you. I don't think I can handle being away from you for too long now." He said as he kissed your temple.

"You're such a sap. Jacen tells me you talk his ear off during training and you just tell him how we met, albeit very different from how we actually met." You teased.

Ezra looks at you with a teasing grin as he shifts himself to hover over you and moves his hands to where you're ticklish. Letting the sound of both your laughter echo in your little haven. Although Ezra finds it funny to tickle you and finds it even funnier that now that you're both older, you're struggling to get him off of you, but he was much more focused on the sound of your laughter. A sound he truly did miss while in exile.

"Stop, stop, I admit defeat to the great Jabba the Hut!" You exclaimed a bit breathless.

"What? The great Jabba can't hear you clearly?" He said grinning.

"Oh great Jabba, love of my life, sunshine boy, I surrender." You said catching your breath as Ezra slowed his ministrations to a stop.

"Yay! You are now the captive of Jabba!" He said as he dropped his entire bodyweight on you.

"Ezra, no, you're heavier now and you're huge. You're as heavy as a loth wolf or something." You whined playfully.

"This Loth wolf wants to cuddle his darling girl, awooo" Ezra said hiding his face in the crook of your neck.

You card your fingers through his locks and he looks at you. Eyes full of affection, one you're sure you're reciprocating. At that moment, Ezra immediately knew that there was no time more perfect than this. No crowds, no fancy preparation, just you two in your happiest moment in your comfortable pajamas, with the light of the moon being the only light source in the room.

"Marry me?" Ezra asked shyly.

"Huh?" You asked, wanting to be sure.

Ezra moved away from you, allowing you to sit up as he opened a compartment in his bedside drawer, pulling out a small box. He then situated himself in front of you once more as he opened the box and got down on one knee.

"Will you marry me, your goofy and very much smitten boyfriend and make me the happiest guy in the universe, (Y/N) (Y/L/N)?" Ezra asked, his voice shaky as the nerves were settling in.

Your eyes pricked with tears, as you hugged Ezra tightly, nodding your head.

"Yes Ezra. Always yes." You answered as you pulled away.

"Thank the force, I thought I was getting a 'not yet Ezra', I mean I wouldn't mind it but that would definitely destroy my confidence." Ezra said as his own tears of joy rolled down his face.

He grabbed your hand and placed a beautiful ring on your hand. It wasn't too in your face or intricate but it was the perfect ring. You then noticed a certain detail engraved inside the ring.

"Ezra, did you ask the ring maker to engrave this?" You asked, a soft smile on your face.

Ezra looked at you as you handed him the ring so he could see it and he grinned as he read the words.

One single thread of gold tied me to you.

"Yeah, I did. I feel like it sums us up perfectly." Ezra said as he placed the ring back on your finger.

"I love you, I'll always find my way back to you." You said softly.

"I'd wait forever for you too. Now, let's sleep my future Mrs. Bridger." Ezra said with the brightest smile.

"Alright, only because I'd wake up seeing your handsome face." You said as you snuggled closer to Ezra.

The future was truly bright for you two. You won't know what would happen next but as long as you two are together. That would be enough.

[nightimedreamersworld]

Six Sentence Sunday

Thanks for the tags today, friends @letraspal @artsyunderstudy @j-nipper-95 @hushed-chorus @iamamythologicalcreature @larkral @forabeatofadrum @confused-bi-queer love to see what you guys are working on!

So, the good news is: my vacation is finally here!! Which means lots of free time to write and read and relax. Whoo!

The even better news is: I've fully shifted into CORB mode. You guys, I lucked out. I get to work with not one but two absolutely amazing artists for this fest, and it's been so fun to come up with ideas with them both.

I've got a general outline + some words for both of these wips and I'm so excited. Have a snippet for each:

#Wip 1, Baz pov: a list.

1. The Mage is my captor. He sent numpties, of all creatures, and told them to lock me up in a coffin.

2. He doesn't want me dead, just locked up. There must be a reason, and I'm going to find out what it is. Soon.

3. Simon Snow isn't coming to my rescue—hell, he might as well be in on this, following orders from his mentor. He's probably guarding the damn bridge, waiting with his sword at the ready in case I try to escape.

4. (I know it probably isn't true—I'd be able to smell him a mile away—but still, the thought sticks, rotting in my mind.)

5. No one is coming to my aid—I've heard the numpties talking about a ramson. If my family pays, that would be like admitting defeat. Maybe it's what the Mage really wants: to wring out as much money and resources as he can using me.

6. Despite knowing all those facts, I won't stay here. I'm tired of the dark.

7. I don't need to be saved. I'll take matters into my own hands.

And #Wip 2 (also Baz):

I grew up underneath the Cirque's lights.

My first memories belong to the stage, watching my mother dance with flames like they were part of her. Like she was made of fire.

She was the star of the circus. Natasha the Great, they called her. They might as well have named an entire show after her.

I'd like to say I learned everything I know from her. I would have, if I'd had the chance.

But I learned it, anyway. Fiona likes to tell everyone that I used to do handstands before I even learned how to walk. Which is a gross exaggeration, but not far from the truth.

I suppose I do fare better upside down.

“It's the blood rushing to your head," Snow poked me once. “Makes you even more of a prick."

So there you have it. These both feel very tentative and drafty, but it's a start. I can't wait to tell you more about them!

Tagging a few friends for Wednesday: @cutestkilla @bookish-bogwitch @captain-aralias @rimeswithpurple @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @ivelovedhimthroughworse @whatevertheweather @fatalfangirl @aristocratic-otter @blackberrysummerblog @prettygoododds @palimpsessed @valeffelees @facewithoutheart and anyone who'd like to share!

[thecatchat]

YOOOOO!!!!!! I LOVE ALL OF THESE!!!!!!

I never really thought of a hairstyle for Cue, but slick back hair is so fiw2tting! I know we're basing him off a quail, but I'm not really sold on mixing the feather and the hair style together. I feel like he has a fedora with the feather on it, but just having a random feather stick out of the hair just feels... off? I guess? Maybe I'm just not used to it.

Anyway, love the body shape for Cue as well! Very curvy in the legs! Chubby bird! (I don't know what other terms to use to describe him that won't accidentally offend someone? Do you have any recommendations or guidelines for this, it's something I'm not as versed in, designing and talking about chubby-er character designs. )

I love the clawed fingered gradient for Saponite! I'm pretty sure we said that his freckles were flakes of charcoal that, like, developed as he uses his fire magic! And if he doesn't brush them off, they melt into his skin, hence the freckles. So the gradient really makes sense here! It's built up from the many, many, many times he's used his flame magic to throw fire balls!

Sneaking of Saponite. You've nailed the horns and face! My only thing is that, I remember agreeing to him having fangs, but his teeth are poking out from his lips, which I'm pretty sure are just tusks? If you're cool with it, I'd like the incisors to be able to be hidden behind the lips, but if you're really in love with the poking out from the lips style, can we bring it down to just one pair of incisors?

Everything else! The horns! The freckles! The hair! The pointy ears! I love it! Amazing!

I love Rue's new design! I think both hair styles would be a great look on her! I never considered her in a flapper dress since her job is to basically be security and a bouncer, but I would love to see her kick ass in a dress! And the way her horns work so well with both hair styles! And the fluffy feather tucked into her hair! 100/10!!! Should that be like A Thing for the Vidrio Glass Casino characters? Having a feather in their designs? That and/or the card suits we gave them a while back in their designs? I think it would be super cool. But I'm a very big sucker for symbolism, so maybe I'm getting ahead of myself.

Maybe she sometimes wears a suite because girls, especially strong girls, in suits give me the closest I will ever feel to gender envy. Like Feelings! Good Feelings!

Also, I'm going to be traveling to my cousins tomorrow via family car trip, likely to last 8+ hours, with semi decent wifi the entire way through. So feel free to send me any ideas you've got.

[carlyyyyxbishhop]

Love me like I haven't changed // Shayne Topp // 5

five // Kate

I had figured out that Tuesday's were the worst days. Previously, Sunday had been my least favourite. The fact that we had the whole weekend off, and then Sunday came around with the reminder that there was another week. But I was wrong.

Tuesday's were the days I had therapy. Don't get me wrong, it's not like I hated going to therapy. I mean hell, it was free. My mother decided to fund my self-help endeavour with the promise that I'd visit her again. But, I didn't like going in and drudging up the memories I had of Shayne, the ones I tried so hard to push away.

Charlie had told me the two sessions before that talking about Shayne might help me air out my grievances about what happened, because I still refused to talk about it. I just wasn't ready yet.

And so I sat, 6:00pm on a Tuesday night, waiting for the guy to stick his head out the door and usher me in.

I had decided that Charlie was a good guy, I mean you kind of have to be to do what he does. Charlie was inherently good though. He was kind and quiet and understanding. He also followed what I wanted to do in our sessions which worked well for me.

"Kate?" I looked toward him with a small smile and stood to follow him in.

"How are you Charlie?" I asked politely as I took my usual seat near the window.

"Good thanks, how about yourself?" He returned, taking his usual seat across from me. He picked up his notepad, scribbling something down which I assumed to be a date.

"Yeah I'm okay, I went back to work this week." He raised his eyebrows and glanced toward me.

"Really? That's great Kate." He smiled, taking notes.

"Yeah, everyone at work has been great I guess. No one's asking questions which I guess is because they think there's been a death in the family or something."

"Are you close with anyone at work?"

"Not really," I looked at the window to my right, watching the raindrops roll down it, "I used to have a few work friends but they moved on to other jobs over the years. I keep to myself a bit at work, I don't really talk about my life much."

"What about friends outside of work? You haven't mentioned anyone in our previous sessions." He poked. I mean I can't blame him, I haven't really told him all that much about my life currently, just stuff from 5 years ago.

"Yeah I had some friends, have.. had?," I spoke as more of a question than a statement, "We had lots of friends, as in Shayne and I. Mostly they were his friends that sort of adopted me. I mean, when I moved here I didn't really have anyone. And like.. I still talk to some of them when they reach out to me but I've sort of stopped reaching out now. I mean it kind of feels weird speaking to them knowing they're speaking to him too." I rambled.

Charlie looked up for a second while he was taking notes, "So you feel like they aren't your friends anymore?"

"I guess... I mean I was friends with some of them more than Shayne was. It just doesn't feel right to reach out now."

"So you didn't just lose your boyfriend, you lost your friends too." He offered, I nodded in response.

"Yeah I guess you could put it like that."

"So do you think that's the only thing keeping you from reaching out, the fact that you feel like they're his friends more than yours?" He prompted.

"I guess there's also the fear that he might have told them what happened between us. I mean, it wasn't all my fault but I still feel a bit guilty about everything that happened." I looked back to the window and let out a breath that I had been holding in.

"Do you think Shayne is the type of guy to tell his friends about what happened?"

"No... not really. He's good at keeping things to himself. I know he would have told his best friend and I know his best friend is good at being a neutral party in situations like this."

"Has this best friend reached out to you?" He asked, pencil in his mouth and concerned look on his face.

"Damien? Yeah he did. Right after we split up he came around to see me when he didn't hear from me for a few days. I told him I was fine though, I didn't really have much to say then because I was still so angry at Shayne."

"And so, Damien hasn't reached out since then?" I could understand his confusion, we were talking about a situation he still had no idea about.

"No he hasn't, I asked him not to for a while. I just figured Shayne would need him more than me." Charlie nodded in response.

"So who's there for you? Who's your Damien?" I looked toward the window again, holding back tears while I thought of a response to the question. There was no response.

"My mother I guess," I looked back toward Charlie, "I mean I haven't told her what happened, she just knows Shayne and I split and that it was particularly messy." He nodded again.

"Well the closer we get to what happened, the more I'll understand about the situation," He began, "How about you start us off where we left it last time." He smiled slightly, trying to diffuse from my obvious discomfort. I nodded in agreement.

"I actually brought the diary I was using at the time to prompt my memory," His smile widened at this.

"Oh that's great, you journal. Do you still journal?" I nodded.

"Yeah, pretty much every day."

"Great, I'll let you find the next page and we can begin." I smiled, picking up the small book and flicking through the pages of memories from 5 years ago.

[helenmarie95]

Hey Friends, It's Been a Minute

Idk how many followers I have that have been paying attention, but some of you may have noticed that I've been largely absent from this site for the last couple of weeks or so.

The short answer is that I've been in hospital for the bulk of that time and have been just to exhausted to check up on all the posts I've missed.

The long answer is that I started feeling a sharp pain in my leg two weeks ago Wednesday, and by the end of the next day I could not use it at all. Sunday 27th October I finally got admitted to hospital and the next day they discovered a blood clot. Luckily it was at the point where they could treat it with medication, but that then meant that I was stuck in hospital with a very painful leg and almost no mobility for over a week.

On top of that, Moth and I both contracted norovirus on the 28th after he visited me (on their birthday no less) so I was sick for the bulk of my stay, and my ward was placed on lockdown as many of us got sick, so I couldn't have any visitors. I, a person who hates needles, have been poked and prodded beyond belief and am bruised in several places. I couldn't even get up to use the bathroom or shower without assistance for the first part of my stay. I could call my family and Moth but it's not the same as having your family close by.

All of this was a nightmare for my Autistic brain. Even now that I'm home recovering, it still is. Yes the pain is gone from my groin, but I now have to take blood thinners for the rest of my life. And my leg is still very very painful, to the point that I am using walkers to get around my house because it can't support my body weight. I don't know when that is going to finally stop.

Oh, and the election happened. We're not going to get into how devastated I was watching it play out from my hospital bed.

It's going to be a long period of recovery but it's safe to say my mental health is positively wrecked right now. Idk why I didn't come on Tumblr in my downtime to see good things and unmask but maybe I was worried about all the posts I'd already missed in my timeline.

I do have to give some shout-outs though. The NHS staff who took care of me were absolutely phenomenal and caring throughout. My American Ladies in Yorkshire group chat were incredibly supportive and a couple of them even dropped off care packages even though they weren't allowed into the ward. The ladies with whom I shared my room for a week were lovely and we were all rooting for each other. My family who called me almost every day to check in, especially my mom.

And of course, @the-most-adorkable-smile who has really stepped up in every way even though they also dealt with illness, including visiting me in hospital, assisting with bringing me home, and looking after me whilst I've been recovering and being a wonderful emotional support too. (I keep telling them to look after themself and take time to recover too).

Oh, and in the midst of all of this - I got my indefinite leave to remain in the UK! I had to attend my biometrics appointment with that pain in my leg back when it was something I could just shake off, but I got the decision the next day. Fitting I guess that my first action was to then make full use of the FREE NHS. I can't imagine the hospital bill I'd have back home in the states.

Anyways, I'll try to be back on here a bit more, but I can't guarantee how often I will be.

Thanks for reading <3