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[the-stars-and-the-tide]

8 comics that have inspired me!!

In honor of actually starting this blog I've drawn 8 characters from clangen or cat comics that inspired me to make my own!! Go check them out if you haven't already!!

the blogs are below the cut because i yap a lot about each lol

Eklunta - @loudclan-clangen - I think Eklunta is an interesting lady even though she's been dead for a while now. I like how she appeared in Siltsplash's mind after the kits were born. I really like how cats are drawn in this comic. They are so round and lovely and there is always so much drama

Wiggity Wacks - @fallenclan - I think it's really impressive how Fallenclan has so many characters yet all of them feel distinct in their own way. There's a reason they would be someone's favorite. I also really like the artstyle of this one!! I drew Wiggity Wacks because that is the silliest name I've ever heard and I also hope he keeps getting into situations. Stay silly Wiggity Wacks <3

Heartflicker - @vespidclan - I think the story of this comic is super interesting and I love how 404 works. She is a silly moth who can do no wrong !! I decided to draw Heartflicker because she is my fav so far. Sure do hope nothing bad happens to her!! (i say in fear)

Snompelt - @splinterclan - I'm really intrigued by the lore and drama of this comic. I also really love the designs of the cats so it was hard to chose who to draw. I'm really excited to see where this one goes!! I drew Snompelt because he's just a silly little guy :3

Suncat - @jumalanpelko - Read through all of this comic in one afternoon, and I haven't been the same since. The colors, shapes, and story are soooo good. Also wdym Suneve is upon us I talked to Her and She said Suncat was going to live a long and healthy life /coping

Rainhaze - @barrenclan - The first Barrenclan video was one of the things that inspired me to make the first version of this comic, back when the story came from clan generator and not clangen. I had a lot of fun following this comic until it ended. I drew Rainhaze because I like cats who do bad things but have their reasons

Condor - @wavesalwayscrash - The art of this comic was a huge inspiration for me, specifically how the backgrounds are drawn. The shading and the colors never fail to amaze me. I drew Condor because I also like cats who just do bad things :3

Candykit - @circus-clangen - I was originally going to draw Ringstar but momma raised a quitter so I drew Candykit instead. Her design is so cute! I really love the way the characters are designed and drawn for this comic. The mystery is really intriguing too I wish I was smart enough to try and solve some of the puzzles lmao

[hajihiko]

Aren't you tired of being nice, don't you just wanna go apeshit: a ramble about the despair gimmick

In short- in my mind & my world, despair is basically just giving up on your/society's principles and deliberately becoming the worst version of yourself. It's kind of a rejection of society and expectations to a catastrophic degree- I am tired of being nice and I am going to go apeshit (I'm sick of trying to keep everything together, I'm doing a 180 and burning it all to the ground). Who hasn't fantasized a little bit about giving up the long fight for good and doing all the things you know are bad?

In long:

I do think the whole despair and hope, specifically, are moreso gimmicks to have easily recognisable and iconic words in your game rather than something you can actually summarise. I mean, the concepts are real, and the feelings are as real as any feeling is. But the spiral-eyes and super-saiyan mode are obviously moreso to make it dynamic and On Brand, and it's simply more fun that way. As a visual artist this is great for me!

But like, the actual despair thing to me is a more familiar feeling that a lot of people might recognize; a kind of sickness, not illness, but being sick of the world you were born into. Especially these gifted kids with their whole future already defined, whether they like it or not. If your world is rigid and unyielding, you might be sorely tempted to take a sledgehammer and just wreck it.

Akane example: her life was really rough, and her only way out was sports and the privileges being good at them brings. If she doesn't keep up, she just might end back in poverty, and at least in gymnastics there are less people abusing her. But she still needs to practice, mind her diet, wear the right clothes, socialize, compete, go to school, worry about her family back home, etc. Eventually she throws it all away, says FUCK IT and lets herself do whatever she wants, even ruins her body so there is a very slim chance she can even make a comeback- no expectations, nothing to live up to. Then, she can finally stop trying so hard to be good. It's easier to lay down and deteriorate, and after so long pushing yourself to make it, there's probably a kind of delerious joy to finally just. Give up, and stop trying. Absolving yourself of all responsibility for your life and others', whatever happens from here on out just doesn't matter.

Imagine your life is a castle of blocks (you know, the kind kids play with).

When you're little, everything is impressive. You made one block stand up, wow! Good job! Keep going, here's a block coloured improvement, here's one coloured discipline.

You should have a block coloured father figure, but instead you're handed violence. That one is misshapen and ugly and makes your whole construct unstable and much more difficult to work with in the future, but you're too young to know the difference. Once you're old enough to know, it's too late- you already built so much on that foundation.

As you go on, and make a bigger castle, not only does the building get harder, but people expect more, and it gets more and more imperative that you keep going and do not fuck up. Especially when you're a gifted kid that's supposed to be the very best at that one thing you do - it's exhausting!! Every time the castle so much as rattles, you're terrified it's all gonna come down, and you just start hating this stupid castle.

Then someone shows up and says, hey. You can just knock this whole thing down, yknow? If you do, people will stop hounding you about it, and if you do it with a big tantrum and a bang, they won't even expect you to try again. You can just rest.

And god, doesn't that sound good.

She hands you a baseball bat and you delightfully start smashing your castle to bits, and get splinters and blisters and tire yourself out with it. Once you're done, maybe you even start smashing other people's blocks. Maybe you even think you're helping them. It's just stupid blocks and you're so over treating them seriously.

(It so happens that she is making her own empire out of the wood chips of your life, but you don't see that. Or you don't care, or you're just happy to give something back to her.)

But of course it's not actually a castle of blocks. It's your life, and you don't get to switch out broken blocks for new ones and you can't un-smash them.

Kind of like waking up from a bender, a fun wild crazy time while it lasted, but now you feel sick and gross and hurt and you'd like to go back to the comforts you had, but... too late.

You get put into a rehab coma. Everything is a mess, everything hurts, and you don't really want to live in a pile of wood chips after all. You don't need to make a castle, you can make whatever you want, actually. But it's gonna be pretty hard.

A guy hands you band-aids and some glue and says, better get to work.

And you get to work.

[sunny-knight]

THIS IS HOME

@forgettable-au Fan-Animatic ⭐️

The stars welcome him with open arms…

Work and Progress + Analysis below!

You can find the work in progress things here! because I wanna show the sketch animatic and you can only upload one video…

The entire idea was inspired off of THIS lovely little qna written a bit ago! havnt forgotten about it since! Despite what the AU might have you believe And recently I decided I could just draw out the fun part instead of go through the pain of storyboarding and cleaning up a nearly 4 minute long song 👍👍👍

Thats the idea though, theres no real plot, so no real context I can give other than the things the comic itself already provides. “This Is Home” just works incredibly well for this poor childs trauma, and it was a great opportunity to practice my composition and storytelling!!

Onto the deep analysis of every frame individually!!! (this is normal. this happens every time.)

The idea that Wingdings just eventually- gave up. Trying to connect with anyone. HURTS ME DEEPLY. I’m not sure if thats specifically because he just couldn’t get the font thing down, but I imagine that was a big contributing factor. But thats what specifically stops him here. He eventually slams his keys down on the board and says “IM DONE” and throws himself into a thing he can purely enjoy on his own- science. Even at a young age, I feel he only had 2 lives. One with Sans, and one with science. Then when those worlds combined when he became the royal scientist uhhh- I imagine it got worse.

Speaking of his young age, In these shots he’s also notably a tad older than the later depictions of his younger self with the scarf. Less full of joy and whimsy

“His mind is in a different place” is taken a tad more negatively than in the context of the song I feel, as he’s more or less isolated himself from everyone (but Sans) now in this “giving up” phase of his childhood. I wonder how Sans noticed/took that and if he tried to convince him otherwise, but in this case he just thinks he needs some time to himself.

Also let it be known that the words being crammed in at the “Give him a little bit of space” bit is on PURPOSE and a SILLY LITTLE JOKE/VISUAL GAG GIVEN THE LINE. I AM SO FUNNY.

The colors are also notably dark blues, that get greyer when Wingdings has given up. The light that Sans lets in ((looks into the camera, tearing up)) is still pretty cold despite it being brighter.

The berating is also in uppercase to show most of this is from Wingdings’ pov- I know he speaks in proper casing at this time, but I NEED SOME SORT OF INDICATOR, WORK WITH ME HERE. His main issue was his own self consciousness and desire to communicate properly, since it was said before on the blog that no one really picked on him for his inability to talk to them.

Then we have Papyrus!! The colors are similarly blue, but a lot brighter and a touch purpler and greener. Its from the same world, but not the same person. Also he’s wearing a yellow vest which is the complimentary color to blue ☝️

Papyrus is more heavily associated with warm colors in contrast to Wingdings, but this takes place very early on when he was very confused where his place was (or at least I assume thats what happened). He’s associating with warm colors (yellow) but is somewhat weary about it and still subconsciously clutching onto the comfort in familiarity.

The scene ofc depicts Papyrus being incredibly uncomfortable about any photos of himself as a child. It still definitely…looooks… like him. it just feels really wrong.

Similar thing to last time with the fonts as well, uppercase, Papyrus’ pov, he just wants to know who/WHAT he is.

I enjoy the colors in the photo and how they reallly stand out from the rest of the shot, just another emphasis that the photo feels otherworldly to Papyrus.

This is the part where I start weeping pitifully. The tiny Wingdings to Gaster comparison- it’s just so upsetting, I want to know what this poor child would think if he saw what he ends up as 😭

Wingdings enjoyed dreaming about the real stars he MIGHT get to see one day with Sans. The scene is dark, as it still hasnt happened yet, but still bright and hopeful as he stares up at the light! Its always a possibility. But then we have Gaster, who finally did it. He reached the stars, he gets to look up and say “wow…. I really did it”. Staring up at the void before him. Without Sans…I feel he wouldn’t ponder on it much, and consciously he doesn’t see anything bad about his circumstances, but the crack going down his eye that elludes to a tear says otherwise in the suppressed emotions.

The world Wingdings lived in when he was small, seemed so endless…Despite the underground being small compared to the real world, his imagination was endless. He could dream, he could imagine, and create things, get and give new ideas! But now as an adult that just so happens to be a lovecraftian entity, everything is much more simple and straightforward. At least from his perspective…Gaster may be able to DO way more than he ever could as a small child, but his mind is pretty one track at this point.

I wonder how Gaster feels…Now that they’ve gotten to the surface. without him

Im not sure how Papyrus in the game or even in the comic feels about stars, but Sans for one doesnt have to daydream anymore. They’ve also “done it” just like Gaster, but the hug insinuates less of that and more a “we WON”. They share in this moment together more emotionally than anything.

Again, compared to Gaster and them, they enjoy the moment in their own ways- Gaster just the action of seeing the stars, and Papyrus in what the moment itself means. I feel those are the 2 wants Wingdings had and thats a lot of what Papyrus and Gaster are. 2 halfs of Wingdings’…whole…thing

Also the stars welcoming him with open arms is both in reference to Sans but also Papyrus welcoming/accepting/loving himself…

IN CONCLUSION:

…yknow ive never asked before, but if anyone has any questions or needs clarification im happy to-

[heeseungsbabygworl]

hiii if you're comfortable with it... can we please get heeseung and reader watching porn together? 🙏🙏

hi babygirll sorry i'm responding a little late. this was.. well.. interesting?🤨

but sure whatever sails your boat I guess🤷‍♀️ (im joking I love). hope you enjoy babygirls!❤️

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"Press Play" — Lee Heeseung

[request] “press play” — lee heeseung x fem!reader

genre: kpopidol!au, smut, tension, kind of cute (?), one-shot

warnings: explicit sexual content (MDNI), porn-watching scene, mutual teasing, embarrassment, tension, oral (f receiving), protected sex, praise, slightly shy!heeseung turning into confident!heeseung

wc: ~2.9k

📝: i had fun writing this one lmao. also, just to make it 100% clear, im not assuming anything about heeseung having an entire folder of porn videos with tasteful thumbnails. (leave room for jesus)

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“Bet you’ve got some saved on your phone.”

It started with a dumb conversation.

The kind that only happens after midnight, after snacks, after your third can of soda, when the world feels a little off and your guard’s all the way down.

You and Heeseung were sitting on his bedroom floor, legs stretched out, backs propped against his bed. Some random horror movie was playing on low volume in the background, but neither of you were paying attention anymore.

He tossed a popcorn kernel into his mouth, chewed, then said:

“Wait, be honest. You’ve never watched it?”

You blinked. “Porn?”

“Yeah.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Obviously I’ve seen it, Heeseung. I’m not a nun.”

He snorted. “Okay, okay. But like… watched watched it? Properly? With full volume and no shame?”

You stared at him. “Why are you so specific?”

He shrugged, half-laughing. “I don’t know. I just feel like everyone either pretends they don’t or they act like they’re directing the next one.”

You rolled your eyes. “What, you want to have a deep philosophical discussion about amateur vs studio?”

“I mean, now I do,” he grinned. “Thanks.”

He caught it easily, smirking. “Bet you’ve got some saved on your phone.”

You threw a pillow at him. “You’re so annoying.”

You scoffed. “Bet you’ve got entire folders.”

“One folder. Very organized. Tasteful thumbnails.”

You laughed so hard you nearly choked on popcorn. “Heeseung, what the hell—”

“I’m just saying! You can tell a lot about a person from what they choose to watch.”

You raised an eyebrow. “So what do yours say about you?”

He hesitated. Smirked. “That I’ve got a thing for messy girls who talk back.”

Your stomach flipped. You tried to ignore it.

“…Right.”

You were both quiet for a beat.

Then he said, too casually, “You wanna watch one?”

You looked at him sharply. “What?”

“Not, like, weirdly,” he added quickly. “Just out of curiosity. I’ve never—” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I’ve never watched one with someone else before.”

You stared.

“Unless that’s weird,” he mumbled, suddenly a little pink in the ears. “It’s probably weird.”

You paused. Thought about it.

Then, before you could second-guess yourself, you said, “Okay.”

His head snapped up. “Wait, seriously?”

“Yeah,” you said, trying to sound way cooler than you felt. “Why not. I’m curious now.”

Another beat of silence.

Then he grabbed his laptop from the bed, flipped it open, and cleared his throat like he was about to present a slideshow on the fall of Rome.

“This is so dumb,” he muttered, typing something in. “We’re gonna laugh and never speak again.”

“We already do that weekly.”

“Touche.”

You scooted a little closer, both of you leaning in, the laptop screen glowing between you. He scrolled.

There were thumbnails. Suggestive titles. A lot of skin.

You blinked. “Wait, you really weren’t kidding about the thumbnails being tasteful.”

“I told you. I have standards.”

You both hovered for a second. Then he clicked.

Volume low. Buffering. Your heart was already racing and nothing had even happened yet.

The video started. Breathy music. Kissing. Moaning.

And suddenly it wasn’t funny anymore.

You felt it shift—the energy in the room. You peeked at Heeseung. His jaw was tense. His eyes were on the screen, but his fingers flexed slightly over the keyboard.

He glanced at you. You glanced at him.

Neither of you said a word.

The moaning on screen got louder.

Not obscene. Just... unmistakable.

And somehow, that was worse.

You tried to look casual. Eyes glued to the laptop like you were watching a cooking tutorial instead of a very naked couple doing very not-safe-for-school things.

Heeseung didn’t say anything either. Which was wild, because he always said something.

Your knee brushed his.

Neither of you moved.

You swallowed. Loudly. “So.”

“So.”

You were hyper-aware of everything. The way your shoulders were slightly touching. The warmth of his thigh next to yours. The scent of whatever shampoo he used—something clean, boyish, irritatingly attractive.

“Do people actually do it like that?” you mumbled, gesturing vaguely to the screen.

He snorted. “No. Real people don’t arch that much. Her back’s gonna snap.”

You laughed, and it broke the tension just enough. You leaned into his shoulder instinctively.

He didn’t move.

“You’re not weirded out?” you asked.

He hesitated. “No.”

You turned your head, and that’s when you realized how close you were.

Really close.

His face was angled toward yours, barely a breath away. The glow of the laptop cast his jaw in sharp light. His eyes flicked down to your lips before he quickly looked back at the screen.

It was subtle.

But not subtle enough.

Your heart stuttered.

You should’ve backed off. You didn’t.

“…This is kinda hot,” you said, almost teasing.

His breath caught.

“Yeah,” he said, voice lower now. Rougher. “It is.”

Silence again.

The kind that buzzes.

On-screen, things were escalating. Hands. Tongues. Breath.

You felt it in your spine.

“I’m not really watching it anymore,” you said softly.

He turned to you again, slower this time.

You didn’t know what possessed you to say it, but your voice came out barely above a whisper.

“I’m watching you.”

He blinked.

“Say that again,” he said, voice wrecked.

You didn’t.

Instead, you leaned in—tiny, inch-long shift.

But it was enough.

Heeseung kissed you like he’d been holding back for months. Like he hadn’t known if he was allowed. Like he wanted to get it wrong but still try anyway.

It was warm and messy and a little breathless. Nothing like the stuff on screen. Better.

His hand found your cheek, thumb brushing your jaw, the other gently tugging you closer. Your legs shifted until you were nearly in his lap, laptop half-forgotten beside you, moans still echoing from the tinny speakers.

He pulled back slightly, forehead resting against yours. “Tell me to stop.”

You didn’t.

Instead, you kissed him again. Deeper.

Hungrier.

And this time, he made the sound.

Your breath hitched when Heeseung’s lips found your neck—soft, tentative kisses that turned bolder with every heartbeat.

“This okay?” he murmured, voice low and breathy against your skin.

You nodded. “Yeah.”

More than okay.

You shifted in his lap, straddling him fully now, knees on either side of his thighs. He looked up at you, pupils blown wide, lips slightly parted like he couldn’t believe you were really doing this.

“I’ve wanted to do this for a while,” he admitted.

You smiled. “You could’ve said something before loading porn.”

“I panicked.”

You laughed—breathless, nervous—and kissed him again to shut him up.

His hands found your waist, sliding beneath your shirt, fingertips skating over bare skin. You shivered, arching into his touch.

“I didn’t think,” he said between kisses, “you’d actually say yes.”

“To watching?”

“To this.”

You leaned in, forehead to his. “Stop thinking.”

And he did.

He tugged your shirt off slowly, watching your face like he was memorizing it. Then his hands were on your hips again, squeezing gently, pulling you down to meet the growing bulge in his sweatpants.

“Fuck,” he whispered. “You feel—God, you feel so good.”

You rolled your hips instinctively, both of you gasping at the friction.

“You’re hard already?” you teased.

“You’re on me.”

You giggled, and he kissed you again, deeper this time. His hands slid up your sides, fingertips brushing the edge of your bra. He hesitated.

“Can I?”

“Yes.”

He reached behind you, fumbling a bit—and you bit back a grin at how red his ears went. “I swear I’ve done this before,” he muttered.

“Totally convincing.”

But then it unclasped, and he slid it off with gentle fingers, his breath catching at the sight.

“Holy shit,” he whispered. “You’re perfect.”

He leaned down, mouth finding your chest—soft, reverent kisses that turned into warm, open-mouthed licks over sensitive skin. Your hands threaded into his hair, tugging gently as you gasped.

“Heeseung—”

He sucked a little harder, and you moaned, grinding down again. His hands gripped your waist tighter.

You could feel him straining beneath you, but he wasn’t rushing.

He pulled back just enough to look at you. “Can I touch you?”

“You’re already touching me.”

“Lower,” he said, voice hoarse.

Your stomach fluttered.

You nodded.

He slid his hand beneath the waistband of your shorts, fingers grazing heat and slick.

“Oh, fuck,” he whispered. “You’re so wet.”

You buried your face in his neck, and he laughed softly. “Shy now?”

“Shut up.”

“Mm,” he hummed, fingers sliding slowly between your folds. “You like it when I talk, though.”

You gasped as he brushed your clit.

He grinned.

“Like that?”

“Yes—fuck—Heeseung—”

He rubbed slow circles, watching every twitch of your face, like he wanted to learn every part of you. Then, gently, he slipped a finger inside. You clenched around him.

“Shit,” he muttered. “Tighter than I imagined.”

“You imagined?”

“Baby,” he said, kissing your jaw, “do you know how many times I’ve thought about this?”

You whimpered as he added another finger, pace steady and deep, the wet sound of it only drowned out by your breathing.

“I wanna taste you,” he murmured suddenly.

You blinked, dazed. “What?”

He smirked. “Lie down.”

You did.

He tugged your shorts and underwear down together, kissing down your stomach, thighs, knees, until you were bare in front of him and shaking.

He looked up. “Still okay?”

“Please.”

That was all he needed.

He dove in—slow licks at first, warm and teasing, then firmer, tongue circling your clit while his fingers stayed inside you, curling just right.

You moaned—loud, shameless.

“That’s it,” he mumbled, mouth still on you. “Let me hear it.”

Your hips bucked.

He held you down and sucked harder.

It didn’t take long—you came with a gasp, thighs trembling, fingers gripping the sheets.

He kissed your inner thigh, lips sticky, eyes glazed. “You taste unreal.”

You reached for him, tugging at his shirt. “Off. Now.”

He stripped fast, then slid out of his sweats—fully hard now, thick and flushed. Your mouth fell open.

Heeseung blushed. “Stop looking.”

“You’re hot.”

He laughed, grabbed a condom from his drawer, and rolled it on. “Come here.”

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders as he hovered over you, noses brushing.

“This is really happening,” you whispered.

“Yeah,” he said, voice soft. “It is.”

He lined himself up, eyes on you.

And then, slowly, carefully, he pushed in.

You gasped, legs wrapping around him.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “You feel like heaven.”

He moved slow at first, letting you adjust, then deeper—rocking into you with every slow, intense thrust.

You clung to him, nails dragging down his back, both of you panting.

“Faster,” you begged. “Please—”

He obeyed, pace picking up, hips slamming into yours, skin on skin loud in the quiet room.

You met every thrust, moaning his name, gasping his praises.

“Look at me,” he said, voice wrecked. “I wanna see you when you come.”

You did—trembling under him, crying out as you tightened around him and fell apart.

He followed right after, groaning your name into your neck as he spilled into the condom, body shaking.

You laid there tangled together—breathing, kissing, not saying a word.

Eventually, he pulled out, disposed of the condom, then crawled back into bed and wrapped his arms around you like it was the only thing he was sure of.

You rested your head on his chest.

“I should delete my folder,” he mumbled.

You giggled. “Keep it. We might need inspiration next time.”

He paused.

Then grinned.

“There’s gonna be a next time?”

You kissed his collarbone. “There’s gonna be a lot of next times.”

[no1blacksapphirefan]

So, you know how there's multiple musician and singer cookies? Well, how would they react if they heard the reader singing? (Self-aware au of course! And I'm asking because I was singing while playing CRK the other day and this just popped in my head)

These three are kinda similar so I thought I'd tie them together :3

Didn't realise till now when I put them together that there's going to be a lot of characters to write for though...it's okay, I got this trust

Some cookies may be OOC, my apologies in advance

((IM ALIVE, sadly had to cut Shining Glitter and Mint Choco out as I already wrote for a lot of cookies </3 Might do a separate post for them))

Clover Cookie He loves your voice and hearing you sing hasn't changed that, it doesn't matter if it's bad singing or not! He loves it no matter what, he'll hum along gently to whatever song you're listening too, especially if he can faintly or just hear the song in itself. He's interested to see what music you're into, he wants to make a song for you after all. And he'll make sure the tune is fit for what you desire.

He gets a bit flustered when he finds out you've done the same, making him a song and about him, makes him feel butterflies. He will happily listen to you sing the song, it doesn't matter to him if you don't know he's aware and just made it for fun, it's the fact you did it that matters. And it makes him feel just a bit mushy inside.

Crème Brûlée Cookie I see him almost wanting to analyze all the songs you've sung, why did they go for this specific beat, why this diminuendo at this spot. He's not gonna critique it, not aloud anyways. He'll enjoy any song you sing, some more than others but if it's sung in your voice. He can give it a slight exemption. He even tries to learn some on his piano! The ones he's particularly fond of.

As soon as you start making a song for him and he hears it, he's quickly keeping an ear out. And as soon as it's finished? Oh he's quick to try and learn the piece himself, he wants to see what went through your mind as you were creating such a masterpiece. How everything came together, bonus points if the songs main instrument IS a piano.

Black Lemonade Cookie She's going to be your number one fan as soon as you start singing, even if you don't plan to get into a musical career. She knows some talents fizzle away due to lack of attention or people complimenting said talent. And even if she isn't able to tell you directly. She's going to try her best to cheer you on, on the sidelines. Don't give up music just because others find it odd! She likes it, and you like it. You liking to sing is the only important thing.

She's a bit surprised when you make a song for her, she doesn't even care if the song doesn't "fit her vibe". She loves it, doesn't matter how the music that played alongside it sounds. You've put in your hard work and there's no way she isn't gonna love it. She sings along and if she ever learns how to play it. She's so willing to play it during her next performance.

Rockstar Cookie Hey! Hey!! Let's go, he loves hearing you sing. Especially if you're passionate about it! If you end up singing more rock songs in the background, expect him to try and to a small guitar rift along during instrumentals as if he's playing with you. He'll just act like it's one of those "idle" things though. He does enjoy seeing you laugh to your friends about the "coincidence"

He gets such a big grin as he hears you make a song for him, he'll pay you back by having a show dedicated to you and your favourite songs. Though it may take a bit he doesn't care!! The song you made for him? The opening act of course, he wants people to hear what an amazing songwriter you are.

Parfait Cookie Oh! Oh!! You should totally sing together!!! It would be such an awesome and amazing collab, oh when she learns you like to sing she's already thinking about the collab, even if it is a rather large request. She doesn't care!! Let a girl dream!!! She's so giddy and happily listening, taking note about which songs you like, maybe if the stars align in her favour she'll be able to sing with you! She already has a list of songs that may suite your taste!

She doesn't even notice at first when the song is for her, just that you're singing. She's trying to take note on what kind of song it is, if you wrote the song in a different beat/genre then what you usually sing she takes note faster and realises. Omgomgomg she's going to explode(/positive) SHE HAS TO MAKE ONE FOR YOU RIGHT NOW, WAIT A MOMENT-

Shadow Milk Oho? A live performance, from one of his favourite people? Of course he's going to listen and enjoy. Besides, some of the lyrics you sing are always interesting (in a good way) he loves learning more and more about you. Plus he thinks your voice is amazing.

He nearly jumps for joy AT you when he finds out you wrote a song about him, oh he is so honoured, more than honoured even. He wants to put that song in a play, he doesn't care if it won't fit. He needs everyone to know!!

Mystic Flour She finds herself self-consciously humming along to the more quieter songs. She doesn't mind the ones that are more upbeat and loud but I see her enjoying the more tranquil ones. There's a few more energetic ones she's grown to enjoy and whether or not that's because of your singer, she won't tell. She'll just shrug and walk away as she hums the new song you've been getting into.

She smiles ever so slightly as you seem to be excitedly showing her the song you made for her. This song will definitely get stuck in her head now oh and she loves it. She sees it as a flex, she knows how hard it is to compose and write a song, and to see you made one especially for her? She'll have fun telling the other cookies.

Burning Spice He loves your voice, he especially loves hearing it when you're doing arena. It's like battle music to him!! Even if the song is more cutesy. With that in mind, imagine boss music, it's a beast cookie who's light is quite literally destruction and as he's running towards you you just hear MLP music (e.g True Friend)

If it weren't for the fact he quite literally screams yes as he holds up his battle axe in victory as if he's won against a fight with someone, Nutmeg wouldn't have known he liked your song...okay that's a lie, she knows he likes the song you made for him, but it's quite entertaining to see The Great Destroyer get this happy over music, but hey!! Let the man be happy, he'll find a way to listen to that song as he defeats enemies for you.

Black Sapphire What's this? My, it's music to his ears, quite literally. He'll happily hum along as you sing, if you sing the song often I think it'll get stuck in his head, whether or not he actually likes it or not is hidden under a smile. Some songs are less to his taste than others but hey, he can endure it if it's for you.

Oh as soon as he hears you sing that song you made FOR him, he's broadcasting it to all of Earthbread. He has to let other cookies know the newest updates on their beloved god. In fact, after a bit, I see him using a sample of it (if he can) as an intro to his radio show. It doesn't matter if it's upbeat or sad, he doesn't care if it won't fit to whatever he's going to talk about! He will do it.

Elder Faerie Your voice calms him in words he cannot explain, and it's no different to when you're singing. He won't say or show it but the songs stick with him, he finds himself subtly singing it to himself as he's walking around your kingdom or awaiting your arrival to the game. It does eventually catch on to the other Faeries but they can't blame him.

He tries to keep a stoic expression when he finds out you've dedicated a song for him, used your lovely singing voice to essentially sing to him. Did you truly care for him that much? He's honoured to have this much affection from you. To other cookies it may seem like he's unaffected, but one touch to his cheek and it's burning hot

Black Pearl She used to sing before, loads before. Now she doesn't as much, it's not a bad memory and it's not that she isn't as fond of it but it's just become a hobby she's almost forgotten about. Until she hears your voice, she doesn't sing along or anything but she happily listens. Some songs she wants to sing but preferably only to you or to herself. Mainly as she might be a bit rusty and you're one of the few that she's okay with hearing her trying again.

You surprise her to no end when you begin singing a song made for her, was she hearing it right? She knew you liked her and you had various ways to show your affections but she never would've expected you to write a song for her. It makes her feel warm inside, she hopes you sing it more often. She wants to hear it.

Pure Vanilla Happily tries to sing along quietly, of course it may take him awhile to try and get the hang of it as he's likely never heard of the song but he does enjoy your voice, he'll love to hear more of your music taste. Even if it's something that he'd think he'd listen to, for you he'll be happy to give it a chance.

You'll make him so happy if you ever made a song about him for him, he tells himself everyday how lucky he is to have technically met you and how sweet you are, so this just furthers that feeling. He catches himself happily humming the song to himself when you're away, almost to comfort himself when he misses you.

White Lily Oh my! She didn't expect it at first, your voice but he likes it. She wants you to do it often, I see her even silently wanting to join in but she doesn't want to suddenly spook you as another voice sings along. Some of your song choices wouldn't exactly be your taste but if she hears them from you? She might give it a try!

You'll embarrass her too much once you make and sing a song for her, you're way too sweet. She doesn't deserve even meeting you, but she's so happy fate let her meet you. She'll catch herself happily humming the song, she can't help it. You did wonderful at writing it.

Dark Cacao He's dabbled in music before, not singing but he's played an instrument. He hasn't in awhile but hearing you sing songs you enjoy might just convince him to try again. It's a bit harder though, he has to do it by ear, he doesn't have the same device you do. He can't search it up and learn sadly. But he's willing to listen and try and try again until he gets the full song, even if he isn't able to play it for you.

Oh he's so surprised next time he tries to learn a song you're now singing, he didn't catch on or even hear it was for him until part way through when he takes note of the lyrics, he just sits there holding his instrument as he continues to hear you sing. He's almost unable to continue trying to learn it, he will eventually but oh you've flustered him.

Golden Cheese she adores it, I see her as a rather big fan of music honestly. I don't see her being picky with music, there's none she hates exactly so she happily claps, dances or even sings along. Besides, seeing you happy is enough to tell her it's a good song!!

She can't help her wings puffing up and flapping as she hears the song you've made for her, you're way too sweet. If you turned into a cookie, she's sure you could rival the sugar cubes you've been mining, you're going to give her cavities!! She's so proud when she tells the other ancients about it.

Hollyberry It may take her a second but she'll happily dance along to the songs you're singing, she tries to convince the other cookies to join in too!! It's such a lovely voice! Depending on the song will depend on how much she's willing/wanting to dance. Of course more pop songs and stuff like that get her moving but if it's clearly a more sad one? She doesn't, doesn't feel right. But she'll listen!!

She could sense your passion when you were writing that song, she just didn't know what it was until you sang it proudly when you were done, she gasps, half dramatically and half in genuine surprise. Oh she's so happy!! She's clapping along and ready to grab a partner and dance, one day she'll insist on dancing with you as you sing it. Well, maybe not while you sing it, she knows it can be hard to do both

[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

Unexpected Surprise

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2k

Warnings: fluff

Summary: You up and leave your old life behind for a new job in a state you’ve never been to before. While on the plane, you meet a very interesting genius who has nothing but facts about almost everything. What you think is a cute date turns into something more when you see him at your new job.

Square Filled: "It's a success." for @mfbingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are greatly appreciated <3

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Never did you think you would pack up your entire life just to move across the country for a job. Yet here you are. On a plane going to a state you’ve never been to before to start a job you never thought you’d get. You applied to be the technical analyst for the FBI after being the tech girlie for the LAPD. The job was so far out of reach so when you got the job, you almost shit your pants.

They wanted you to start right away so you had to pack up whatever you could and move out there immediately. For the next few weeks, you’ll be flying back to California to get the rest of your things. There is a cute little apartment you were lucky enough to find, so you were able to get some of your things shipped over there.

During the flight, you try to calm yourself with some relaxing music but your thoughts are too loud to silence. Instead, you take out your laptop and work on some code you’ve been dabbling in for the past few months. You can create a lot of code with your skills, but you decided to focus on hacking and digging in places you shouldn’t be.

Perfect for the FBI.

Two hours pass by while you’re creating a theme for a website when you notice it. Out of the corner of your eye, you see that your shoelace is untied. Your tray is down, your laptop and a snack rest upon it, and your bag is by your feet. It’s a fucking shoelace, Y/N. Ignore it. You try so hard for five minutes before you feel the urge to fix it. Maybe that’s why you’re so good at what you do. You pick at the details until what you’re left with is a pretty picture that’s easy to read.

Fixing your shoe is a need, not a want.

You keep shifting, hoping to get your foot closer to you so that you can tie your shoe, but to no avail.

“Do you need help?” You lift your eyes to look into honey-brown ones. The man on the aisle seat next to you has a kind smile on his face. “I can tie your shoe for you.”

“Why would you do that?” you ask without moving your foot.

The stranger holds up his phone which has a black screen. “My phone died, and I’m quite bored.”

“Okay,” you giggle.

You lift your foot and he rests it on his thigh. His long and nimble fingers grab both ends of your shoelace and start to tie it.

“No one quite knows the first time shoelaces were used to secure shoes. In fact, most reports indicate that shoelaces are as old as shoes themselves. Archaeologists believe that ancient peoples used shoelaces for the same reasons we currently use them, experimenting with materials to influence comfort, fit, and even style.”

“I didn’t know that.”

“Yeah. They think that about five thousand years ago, during the late Neolithic and early Bronze Age periods, cavemen and women also used specific shoelace designs to distinguish between tribes. Most importantly, shoelaces kept early man’s shoes tight and fitted, accommodating their need to travel long distances for food, water, and shelter without causing severe damage to their feet.”

“You just know everything, don’t you?”

“I am a certified genius,” he grins.

“Is that so?”

“Quite. Did you know there are multiple ways to tie your shoe?”

“Please divulge that information,” you smile.

“First, you have the standard tie.” He ties your shoe using the most basic method that every adult knows how to do. “We have the famous ‘Bunny Ears’ way.” He unties your shoe just to tie it again using what children call ‘bunny ears’ since the loops look like ears. “Third, we have the better bow shoelace knot.” It’s like standard but he wraps the shoelace twice around his finger instead of once. “Finally, a classic, the double knot for extra security. See? It’s a success.”

“Who knew there were multiple ways to tie a shoe,” you smile.

“I did, and now so do you.”

“I’m Y/N.”

He smiles and sets your foot down. “Spencer Reid.”

“So, are you flying away from home or toward it?”

“Toward it. I was visiting my mom in Texas for a week. What about you?”

“Toward my new home. I’m from California, but I got a new job in Virginia. I’m kind of nervous about it. I’ve never done anything like it before.”

“What is it?”

“Tech work. I have a masters in computer science. I worked for the LAPD before, but I couldn’t pass up on this offer. I’m kind of nervous, to be honest. I’ve never even stepped foot in Virginia before. I don’t know anyone here.”

“You know me,” Spencer smiles kindly.

“That I do.”

The rest of the flight is smooth sailing once you and Spencer fall into easy conversation. You didn’t even know three hours had passed because he was that easy to talk to. Like the gentleman he is, he walks you to baggage claim and waits for you to get your bag even when he grabs his.

“When do you start your new job?” he asks.

“Monday.”

“I know this might be a bit forward, but I’d love to show you around Virginia if you’re not busy this weekend. I’m sure you have a lot of unpacking to do.”

“Not that much. Like I said before, this was sudden. All my things are still in California. I’ll be moving them in gradually for the next month or so. I can hang out tomorrow if you’d like.”

“It’s a date,” he smiles. His words suddenly register in his head and he starts stuttering and blushing. “Not like a date, date. I meant that I’ll see you tomorrow as in it’s confirmed.”

“Spencer, it’s okay. It can be a date,” you laugh.

“Okay,” he blushes more.

“You’re cute. I have to pick up my rental so I’ll see you tomorrow.”

After exchanging phone numbers, you part ways. Your apartment is thirty minutes from the airport and already has the necessary furniture you had shipped over--bed, couch, dining table, and two chairs. The other things will come when you have time to bring them over. There are a few boxes you had shipped that contain kitchen and bathroom items so you don’t have to go out and buy all new things.

Before, you were nervous about starting this new job. Now, you’re nervous about your date with Spencer. He’s very cute and charming, but you don’t want to mess it up. Even if he isn’t boyfriend material, he definitely has the potential to be a really good friend. Look at you, already thinking about him as a boyfriend. You really are in over your head.

The next day, Spencer picks you up without a car. He likes using public transportation and refuses to even let you drive. You two started out in a cafe to get something to eat before he took you sightseeing around Virginia. There is a beautiful botanical garden here that is his favorite, so that’s where you two are.

“So, genius, have any facts or tidbits about this place?” you ask.

“The idea for this garden came from Thomas P. Thompson, Norfolk City Manager from 1935 to 1938, and Frederic Heutte, a young horticulturalist. Heutte had a fondness for azaleas and thought Hampton Roads had a climate uniquely suited for growing the plants. Thompson and Heutte believed that Norfolk could support an azalea garden to rival those of Charleston, SC, which even during the depression years drew thousands of tourists annually.”

“Wow, you’re just a fountain of knowledge.”

“That’s not all. Within less than a year, a section of underbrush had been cleared and readied for planting. By March of 1939, four thousand azaleas, two thousand rhododendrons, several thousand miscellaneous shrubs and trees, and one hundred bushels of daffodils had been planted.

“In August of 1939, Representative Colgate W. Darden Jr. secured an additional one hundred and thirty-eight thousand, five hundred and fifty-three dollars for the Azalea Garden, and the founding of the Old Dominion Horticultural Society provided volunteer labor to assist the Garden. By 1941, the Garden displayed nearly five thousand azaleas and seventy-five landscaped acres that were encompassed by five miles of walking trails.”

You don’t know Spencer well at all but hearing him spew facts like he has them stored in his brain for later brings a smile to your face.

“Well, they did a good job because this place looks beautiful.”

Spencer looks at you and smiles. “Yeah, it is.”

You and Spencer spend another hour walking around the garden while he tells you facts about the different flowers and plants. Afterward, he takes you to get ice cream before bringing you home. He walks up the porch steps leading to your apartment building, and you stop before you can open the door.

“Would you like to come in? I don’t have a lot of furniture, though.”

“I appreciate the offer, but no.” Before your shoulders can deflate, he quickly adds, “It’s not because I don’t want to. I do, but I want to do this right.”

“Right?” you ask.

Spencer smiles and he leans in closer to you. You stay completely still because you don’t want to mess this up. You don’t want to kiss him if that’s not his intention. He does kiss you but on your cheek. Even when he pulls away, you can still feel the skin he touches tingling.

“Goodnight, Y/N. Good luck on your first day.”

“Thanks,” you whisper.

“I’ll call you tomorrow to see how it’s going.”

With that, Spencer leaves. Thoughts of him swirl around in your head for the rest of the night, are embedded into your dreams, and even when you wake up. Today is the first day of the rest of your life. You get dressed and drive to the BAU where you’ll be working. Their current technical analyst is leaving so she’ll be training you to take her place.

After signing in at the lobby and getting your badge, you make your way to the floor where the BAU is. Penelope Garcia is waiting for you outside of the bullpen, and she smiles when she sees you.

“Y/N, right?”

“Yes, you must be Penelope Garcia, right? It’s nice to meet you. So, you’re leaving the BAU?”

“Yes, sad story. I love this team but I got a better job opportunity to work overseas. However, I trust that you will be more than happy here. I know you’ll do a great job because I picked you, and I’m never wrong. Let me introduce you to Hotch and the team.”

She takes you to Agent Hotchner’s office who is stern but welcoming. “You’ll be shadowing Garcia for a couple of weeks.”

“Yes, sir,” you nod.

“If you need anything, please don’t hesitate to let me know. I’ll leave you in the trusty hands of Garcia.”

“Come on, let’s find the rest of the team.”

You meet JJ, Emily, Tara, Luke, and Matt, all of them friendly and welcoming. The last person on the team is someone you never thought would be here. Spencer turns with a coffee in hand, and his eyes widen when he sees you. Not out of shock, but pleasant surprise.

“Of course, you’d work here,” you chuckle.

“Do you two know each other?”

“Kind of. We met on the plane ride over here, and he showed me around Virginia over the weekend.”

“Look, I understand if you don’t want to see me again outside of being professional.”

Ever the gentleman, Spencer is. “Dr. Reid, are you sad about that?”

“Yes, I am. I like you, and I’d like to see you again.”

A blush creeps up your neck but you try to keep it at bay. “Well, you’re about to see a whole lot of me because I am not going anywhere.” You smirk. “I’ll see you around, Dr. Reid.”

You and Penelope walk off but you turn back and give him a flirty smile. He chuckles to himself and smiles as he takes a sip of his coffee.

“I can already see it. You two will become the next Me and Derek.”

“I have no idea what that means, but I hope it’s a good thing.”

“Oh, it’s a very good thing,” she giggles.

You can’t wait.

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[jazaspen4]

Hii, question here, I’ve seen a lot of Wizard and Strawberry Cookie, but not a lot of Gingerbrave, and I wanna know ur take or how he is in ur AU (and possibly the beast he got paired up with for the Beastsitting :3) its fine if u dont know yet! im js rlly curious

I deeply apologize, for I have been neglecting my Child Gingerbrave Cookie 😔

(So here's an ✨ART and YAP SESSION✨) Beastsitting AU

I intend Gingerbrave to really be that Hyperactive-extroverted child, whom one to struggle with keeping inside voices, so he'd be speaking loud volumes with no full control over it. 🔊🔊🔊 Which could be a struggle to his not so socially active guardians, but Burning Spice doesn't really notice it or mind as he too is one to have given up the idea of inside voices.

A very owl-child, who'll make straight eye contact during conversation, beware...

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He's inspired from Kyojurou Rengoku (Kny) mainly, with me deciding if I should slightly inspire him with Giyuu and Sabito.

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My first plan was him to be mainly under the care of Burning Spice Cookie, as he does matches him with energy more. WITHIN the care also of Golden Cheese Cookie (Witch's forbid they be left unattended with a child)

But his free spirit makes me think otherwise of putting him under the care of Silent Salt and White Lily Cookie as they do hold the Light of Freedom...

So this would be the situation if it's the case:

This Silent Salt Cookie design was heavily inspired.. if not, then literally from @fishymom-art

Although since Silent Salt has not been released, I am not sure how they would be or their personality is as of yet...

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I also realized just separating the Brave trio just like that to each perspective guardian would be TERRIBLE on their behalf💀, because with my take on Wizard Cookie and Strawberry Cookie... They WOULD NOT be happy nor tolerant over this arrangement.

So I would have to adjust some things on the AU, and how the Guardians will schedule their care taking duties without the Trio having the feeling of separation.

Possible arrangements:

- I feel like they'd all be within the Cookie Kingdom? With already built in District for the ancients that fits with their aesthetic, as they'd alliance with the Trio's found kingdom (cause why not??) so they're all basically just neighboring and not too far from one another.

- (CURRENT ONE ON MY AU) Another is that they could all still reside on each of the Ancients' respective Kingdoms, BUT they would have weekly visits? Specifically for the trio, planned to happen on a specific Kingdom..

- A rotation schedule on which Beast-Ancient is in charge of the Trio, which could work as they would not be separated.

I may keep the current one with adjustments, of i may try the other arrangements...

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Lemme just tag my fren @mo0nflower26

[genderkoolaid]

this is a genuine question-- not trying to bait. you seem reasonable and knowledgeable and opinionated about lots of issues.

what's your opinion/ stance on paraphilias? how do you see the distinctions between "kink" "fetish" and "paraphilia"? and any other takes you have about "harmful" paraphilias that you don't see discussed often, etc.

Some general thoughts on the topic:

I am strongly against the idea of thoughts or feelings alone bearing moral weight. I think the idea that they do does far more harm than good, as it puts pressure on people to micromanage their internal experiences through shame, and that prevents them from being able to have a calm and reasonable understanding of their own thoughts and feelings. When you aren't afraid of having thoughts or feelings, it is much easier to identify how they influence and make choices accordingly.

All of these categories are made up by people, so I don't think there necessarily are distinctions. IIRC "paraphilia" is a specifically psychiatric term. As people have discussed elsewhere, what is considered normal sexuality vs abnormal sexuality varies heavily across cultures, and I'm not super concerned with making a clear cut distinction for every experience. I think all things considered that the medical model of "it's not a clinical issue unless it's causing problems in your life & harm to yourself or others" is a good enough way of approaching things.

I think a lot of people conflate having certain thoughts or feelings with having impulse control issues, and assume that people with certain thoughts or feelings must be incapable (or will inevitably fail at) exercising their free will in navigating those feelings. Which ironically can create a self-fulfilling cycle where people get scared or ashamed of their feelings and never practice relating to them in healthy ways, so they do feel out of control. And for people with impulse control issues, they deserve support and assistance in that.

I choose to believe and act as though everyone has inherent worth and dignity on an existential level, and that cannot be changed or destroyed. No kind of sexual desire makes someone less of a person, or less deserving of being taken seriously and compassionately as a person.

Harm, both doing and receiving it, is an inevitable part of life and we will never get rid of this. The best way to deal with the inevitability of harming and being harmed is to build and maintain practices that help is navigate healing those harms.

I guess my "opinion on paraphilias" is that to a large degree it's none of my business what goes on in other people's minds, that shame and the model of thoughtcrime does more harm than good to everyone, people should be allowed to engage in weird sex stuff alone or with others who are consenting without having to justify themselves to strangers. Sex stuff and relates issues can be scary and complicated but we have to be brave about it and come up with ways of navigating these issues that are best for everyone, holistically.

[book-lore]

Okay, so I shouldn't likely take the bait on this but I will this once to say something in case someone comes across this and it does the bad thing of embedding into the back part of your mind: You are allowed to leave a relationship at any time at all. Three days. Five years. Twenty years. It doesn't matter. Sometimes there's nothing even wrong necessarily except that you grew apart from each other. People can (and do!) love their partners and end up needing different things in a relationship. It's okay if you have come to that point and you realize that the sacrifice for the relationship won't make you happier than leaving it. It will hurt, but not as much as growing resentful of them for giving something you really wanted up when they couldn't make up the deficit in the end. That isn't a failing, it's just life.

As to the second post in this: if someone has a structured timeline for the events in your life like this, run. This isn't funny, this is the biggest of red flags. Your relationships are personal and if they are going to be meaningful and healthy, you shouldn't be forced to throttle them with an imposed timeline that makes you feel pressured into decisions about them. In the grand scheme of a marriage, especially if you are being pressured to marry young, a year is no time at all. There's plenty you will not know about a person in only a single year. Six months is nothing. Some people are going to be running full speed into this kind of relationship with enthusiasm and it's not up to anyone but the participants to decide if that's going to work for them or not. But impositions like the one in the second post present clear indications on specific expectations and almost certainly, in a case where someone is expecting to be married by such a tight deadline, there will be other expectations. These are going to include what you can or can't do with your body. How many children you will be expected to have. What kind of role you will have in your own home. When someone sets out a clear and non-negotiable timeline for when you should be making a decision about what ought to be a pretty large change in your life, it's never for your benefit. Healthy relationships aren't like that and this is how people end up in abusive places that become difficult if not impossible to escape.

As always, you are the one to make these decisions and I hope you will think about them as much as you feel you need to. Even if you do, it's possible to make mistakes. Just don't let someone else force you into one. Take the time you need. Talk a lot. Walk away if it's time. Do not give up your autonomy or be pressured into a decision because someone told you that time is running out. You have a whole lifetime to figure out living.

These people are so fucking crazy sidjsifjsofkkslvmslc

[tarotlexa]

PICK A PILE READING- what toxic cycle are you stuck in?

welcome back to another pick a pile reading! today we will be focusing on what sort of pattern you're stuck in and why. i might do a part 2 and include how to release this cycle and what your life will feel like once you break free.

make sure to be in the right head space to receive this message, it might be heavy for some of you. much love <3

this is a collective reading so take what resonates and leave what does not!

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pile 1: my first thought for this pile was a complicated relationship with your mother, unworthiness, perfectionism and parentification. i feel like for some of you, a lot of your traumas originate back from your childhood or the way your mom's parenting style impacted you while you were growing up, possibly something related to your education or career or the things she said about you to others. it probably made you feel as though you were not enough, so you started overcompensating. and this lead you here, to this cycle where you over give until you break. anyway, let's get into this. you are in a very specific cycle where you keep giving without receiving nothing in return, especially in relationships or your close friendships. people don't match your effort, your energy, your love, your affection, your time. you are represented by the empress: she wants things to grow, she wants people to thrive, just like you do. somewhere in your subconscious, you believe that your worth is measured by how much you can give without being asked so that people will see you as "valuable" and "good". this card was paired with the ten of swords, it screams of betrayal by those you trusted most. people keep draining you over and over again, people you nurtured turned their backs on you. relationships you poured all your energy into ended with silence. you have been learning the same brutal lesson: giving more doesn't guarantee being loved back. you always think as though you can do better, more, you can love more, soften more and maybe things will be different this time. but it always ends the same way and you are still forced to get up and resurrect yourself, even though you are deeply hurt by how little care or empathy you have been shown by others. this pattern becomes self perpetuating because you keep giving more in hopes it will finally create safety or connection only to be left feeling emptier than before. this pattern probably developed early in life, especially in situations where you were either parentified, emotionally neglected or praised only when you were "responsible" or "good" or brought home A's. you may have been placed in the role of the emotional stabilizer, the one who keeps the peace and keeps things functioning while holding it together for the whole family. eldest child or middle child perhaps. i feel this relates more to your mother rather than your father with the queen of pentacles being here. as a child you were constantly juggling, trying to manage everything without ever being asked what were YOUR needs or wants at that moment. now, you show up as someone who is EXTREMELY self reliant, perhaps even emotionally avoidant. you are perceived as calm and discerning but also emotionally unavailable, distrusting or private. you refuse to ask for help from others because you were taught that you can only rely on yourself. you may also be someone who avoids vulnerability out of fear that it will cost you more than it will give you. you intellecutalize your pain a lot and that makes it harder for people to get inside your mind. you've also had to learn boundaries through pain, you are someone who has high standards and is quick to cut off what feels unsafe or overwhelming. it's funny because you are so deeply intuitive but you have this tendency to dissociate or withdraw as soon as things get too intense for you. you're not cold, you are just afraid of the consequences that come with being open, so you hold your feelings and problems and wisdom close. hence why you often feel lonely and burned out. this pile reflects deep patterns of survival, self protection, an avoidant attachment style and feelings of unworthiness. patterns are learned and that means they can be unlearned, so fear not!

pile 2: this has a similarish vibe to pile 1 in relation to perfectionism, but the difference here is that you are more focused on being perceived as THE BEST by everyone, not just your family but even strangers. your pattern is overdrive, relentless motion, endless effort and a grasp for control no matter what. you move through life with so much ambition and yet so much pressure to succeed at all cost which can be a great thing and something i can relate to. one of the maaaany problems here is that even when you're tired, you keep going. you don't know how or when to stop, there is a part of you that believes that if you work harder and stay disciplined and keep everything tightly directed, then you'll finally arrive at your destination: success. what you long for isn't just success but that feeling of safety. being finally loved and respected by others. here comes the loop: hyperfunctioning to avoid collapse, you may feel like if you stop moving, everything will fall apart, so you don't stop even if it kills you. it's a heavy burden for sure. this pattern likely started after a traumatic event, something that relates to money or stability. maybe your home life was unpredictable and that led you to feeling unsafe all the time. either way, the tower suggests a moment of deep instability, sudden change or loss, a time where your life was totally turned upside down. it shattered your sense of stability or safety, it could have been a divorce, financial loss, trauma, abuse, abandonment. from that moment on, you decided you couldn't rely on anyone but yourself. maybe a father figure or the family's provider was absent or let you down multiple times, prompting you to become that person, prematurely. you might have had to grow up way faster than your peers, it's almost like you had no childhood at all. so now, you build your life around the idea of being the provider you needed while growing up, you want to become unshakeable. the moment things start to feel a little unstable, you throw yourself into work, plans and anything or anyone you can control. you don't want to feel that fear again and it's understandable, so you work hard enough to outrun it. workaholic syndrome for sure. overall it feels like you're extremely, deeply tired. you are exhausted and your body and your mind are begging for rest, stillness and recovery and yet you resist surrendering into it. you don't believe in "resting". even when you try to slow down, you are still thinking about what you need to get done by the end of that day, you are still holding so much tension in your body. it's like your checklist or goal list NEVER ends. your mind is feeling foggy or overwhelmed right now, you may struggle to make clear decisions or trust your clarity. i feel like you could relate a lot to vienna by billy joel, slow down you crazy child. there is too much input, too much pressure and not enough stillness for you to think clearly or act the way you want to. you want to be productive at all cost but it all ends with you feeling numb and disconnected. you might be also struggling to identify what you WANT because you're so used to doing what you SHOULD. "where's the fire, what's the hurry about? you'd better cool it off before you burn it out, you've got so much to do and only so many hours in a day". vienna was written for you for sure lol

pile 3: random observation but this is the only pile that had 3 major arcanas as their cycle, that's so curious to me. maybe number 3 is relevant to you in some way. i feel like this pile relates to a cycle of family expectations, performance and putting on so many masks for others that eventually you started losing yourself. it might feel to you as if you're playing a role in your day to day life, pile 3. you are stuck in a cycle of chasing external validation from your family, striving to do things the right way, your parents might have chosen for you your a career/education path and you let them do that, you might have had different dreams or wishes but you still went with it because deep down you crave their recognition, approval and their structure. all of this often comes from outside of you, not from within. it's not that you can't think for yourself, it's just that you don't want to. you might have internalized rules or systems that promised belonging, such as cultural norms, family expectations, achievement midnsets and performance ideals (like i have to do this by the time i'm 20, i have to have x amount of money by the time i'm 25 and so on). those rules come with invisible chains, they dictate who to be and how to shine. you've learned to play your part quite well, perhaps due to the fact that you have been praised so much for your light, your talent or your competence. and yet, it all feels so suffocating. you struggle so much with people pleasing that you don't even know yourself anymore, you crave freedom but you also fear rejection. so you keep meeting the standard, no matter the personal cost. it's going to sound boring but it definitely originated from your childhood, this began as hope or as potential. you were likely a very gifted child in some way, smart, bright, creative or unusually mature. there was a sense that you were destined for something greater, so your parents or your family might have started to project their dreams onto you. you were seen as having value but that value was conditional. your gifts and talents were admired but only when they served a bigger purpose. your dreams weren't encouraged but your family's were. they probably implanted some idea of success into your head and you were basically led down that path from a very young age (think those child stars or super young athletes and so on). so somewhere along the way you have started equating being chosen or being praised with being loved. now you carry that equation into your adult life, trying to turn yourself into someone people will see as worth investing in. unfortunately this comes with the grief of unmet hopes. you might still be holding onto a dream, even though you think it's unrealistic or not aligned with who you are supposed to be. right now, this pattern shows up as leadership. you may be or appear to be in a position of power, visibility or confidence. and yet, you yearn for more. you still feel like you have to hold it together and keep going, you can't afford the same softness or kindness you reserve to others. you might even feel invisible in the very spaces where you're admired because it might feel like an act to you. huge identity crisis for sure. you might even resent your own gifts or talents because you feel like it's because of them that you're now feeling this way. the five of pentacles also shows deep emotional abandonment, feeling unsupported, unchosen or like no one sees you beyond the image you worked so hard to project. this pattern is heartbreaking because it works. you're often praised and admired but you still can't feel any of that love. the system you’re stuck in rewards you for staying stuck in it. you succeed to be worthy.

thank you for reading! have a great day/night <3

[genericpuff]

ARES IN GREEK STORY, HE IS PROTECTOR ALL WOMAN, I HATE HOW ARED KIND SEXIST IN LORE OLYMPUS, I KIND WANT ARES IS STILL FEMINIST, IS HE FEMINIST IN YOUR STORY? I FEEL HE IS BECAUSE HE IS CLOSER HIS MOM AND SEE HOW MOST ZEUS HURT HER

a bit of a dicier answer to your second question but:

Just like the widely spread belief that Despoina is the goddess of frost and Persephone went down to the Underworld willingly, there isn't actually much official source on Ares being worshipped or portrayed specifically as a feminist protector of women. He did have affiliations with figureheads who were naturally closely affiliated with ideas of feminism, such as the Amazons - but whether or not sending off a bunch of women to slaughter others for you is considered "feminism" is going to be up for personal debate. After all, many of his own patrons who prayed to him for strength were war mongers who committed vile acts against women.

As for personal debate and interpretation, Ares is a unique god whose biggest domain over war itself isn't a natural part of the world order like Kore's or Demeter's - rather, war is a consequence of mankind's brutality and lust for power and control, a consequence of violence. As such, his domain can represent protection of women, if the patron who prays to him uses his blessings for such an act or if Ares' own actions align with what we could interpret as "feminism"; it could also be just as easily aligned with the societal expectations at the time of his worship, to use violence and male bravado to protect themselves, their wives, their daughters, their families, even if it's to a dangerous fault (what you could now attribute today to toxic masculinity).

But Ares himself? He has traits and stories that are positive, and traits and stories that are extremely negative, as is the case with every god in Greek myth. How those traits are conveyed in media is often entirely based on the perspective of the writer, not solely on the source material itself, as the source material was always up to interpretation and varied depending on the perspective of the writers of said source material to begin with.

Such is the way of violence. It can be used to protect, just as it can be used to destroy.

As for how that factors into Rekindled: how he's planned to be written is complex and complicated. He's not inherently evil just for being the god of war, but that doesn't make him inherently good either. He tries to do right by his family and those that he loves, as any man in that era would be expected to do, but oftentimes the right thing to do pragmatically is also the wrong thing to do morally, and vice versa.

I hope that when Ares does eventually make his appearance in the story he's treated with the same willingness to accept his complex sides as a character like Kore. In many ways, they share a lot of similarities to each other that I'm eager to explore through their eventual interactions :'3 <3

[thirtyknives]

OH MATE I WAS HAVING A BITCH ABOUT THIS WITH @glitchyvoxel THE OTHER DAY. One of the things I hate about Binge Format is how it fundamental changes the economy of storytelling.

In a traditional once-a-week show, you need to have characters who have easy to identify, readily recognisable character traits in order to be memorable for the six days between airing. They need to be clearly defined enough so that when the viewers meet them again after a week apart, they still know who they are and where they sit in the story. This is especially true for older media with more homogeneous casting - like if all your cast is hot white blondes in shiny dresses, you have to put some work into making them stand out. The way this is achieved varies a lot from genre to genre - a comedy will give specific catchphrases or mannerisms, drama may use lighting, the turn of phrase, costuming and other things to separate its cast out. Your main plot points also need to be fairly clearly defined, or the story gets muddy over long periods. Even mysteries and thrillers did this - the X-Files was adept at providing strong story beats in a setting that prioritised obfuscation. Each episode also tends to be very neatly written, because it has to fit in its window of time and for a series to be successful they need to fit a satisfying start, middle, and end into their timeslot. Even cliffhanger shows still need to provide enough emotional payoff to keep people engaged over the length of the episode and during the time between them, too. This makes for good viewing, even if you take into account survivorship bias and all the shit episodic stuff written between now and like, the fifties. But it also gives fandom a lot of well made toys to play with. Shit shows that did the above poorly disappear and don't generate fandoms the way ones that did a solid job did. It also helps if there's gaps in the world building for fandom writers to have a play in, which is something you get by necessity in a longer running series, because when you have 45 min once a week you can't go into too much detail - streaming allows shows to get bloated due to a lack of restrictions on episode length, so some series over-explain themselves at the expense of producing a watchable program. But when you know your whole series is going to be dropped at once, and the viewers will probably watch the lot in a few closely spaced sittings, you don't need to take the time for that differentiation. You can structure your narrative like a thirteen hour movie with six intermissions, rather than as seven episodes or whatever. Even stuff that would be fun as an aside in a traditionally aired program (the russian stuff in the most recent Stranger Things) winds up feeling wedged in and pointless because there's been no decompression between episodes and you're still in the Hawkins headspace and haven't had a week of what-ifs and did-you-sees to pad it out. And it impacts characterisation and framing too, and fewer episodes are written to be self contained, and if you're someone who hates spoilers you're probably thrashing your way through it as fast as you can, too, so anything subtle - about the only thing binge has got going for it is that it can afford to do more subtle character work because they don't have to colour their characters as broadly - is going to get lost in the "shit, if I don't get this watched by tomorrow some dick will post on Facey about it and spoil the surprise." It changes the nature of how the stories are told, and even consumption becomes competitive rather than collaborative.

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[heartyluv]

I luv luv how you write your stories. Idk if you watched the kdrama when life gives you tangerines cuz I just finished it and it made me bawl my eyes out of every episode. There was this one scene in there that husband said to his wife that when they get old he hopes that she dies first and she teases him saying why is it so you could be with another woman. He responds to her saying he wants to send her off with a beautiful and proper burial that she deserves and would eventually join her. That scene made me so sad. It got me thinking what if you said something similar to the LADS men instead of saying they die first you hope that you would die first cuz you couldn’t live without them and wouldn’t know what to do without them by your side. Specifically Zayne and Sylus cuz they are my favs. I’d believe they’d be a bit upset and they would tell you they don’t want to hear that nonsense cuz they can’t imagine when that time comes they have to be without you that’s how much they love you. Sorry if it’s a bit much and you don’t want to write it. Thank you for your time though.😭💗

Note: I think this is the cutest and saddest thing ever. I haven’t watched a drama is so long, but I’ve heard a lot of good things about this one! The last one I saw was Happiness and it’s was 1000/10, sooo good. Also, I only did Sylus and Zayne since you said they were your favs, but if you’d like the rest of the guys, just let me know! I hope you enjoy, luvly!

Creds to @/enchanthings for the dividers!

Warning: Mentions of dying

Zayne

It’s one of those rare days where your boyfriend is actually free for lunch. When he called you an hour ago to let you know that you could come by if you’d like, you instantly got ready and went out to buy some food from one his favorite places.

You always missed him, especially on days where you were off and he wasn’t. You’d take as much time with him as you could.

As you converse with him while indulging in your meals, you start to tell him about a show you’ve been watching. You even tell him you’re willing to rewatch it with him if he’s interested in checking it out. The more you talk, the more you delve into the story and tell him about a certain part that stuck with you. You found yourself wondering how could I ever do life without Zayne? It was in that moment that you realized you couldn’t, and you shared that with him.

“Whenever we die, it has to be me to go first,” you say nonchalantly as you cover your mouth after taking a bite of your sandwich.

Zayne was multitasking, completing some things on his computer while he ate his own. He froze mid type at your words. “Why would you say such a thing?”

You frown, shrugging your shoulders. “I just couldn’t live without you. I know a lot of people wouldn’t be able to go without their partners, but I really mean it. Like, I can’t even imagine a life without you in it.”

Removing his hands from the keyboard, he turns his body so that he’s facing you head on, all his attention now yours. “And you think I could? Live without you?”

“Not necessarily live without me,” you sip your water, feeling the shift in conversation turn from simple to seemingly serious. “I do think you’re stronger than me and that you could handle my absence better.”

He studies you, making you dart your eyes left and right because you don’t know what to say.

“You’re wrong,” he says simply. “I’m stronger for you. You should know that without you, there is nothing left for me to continue to be strong for.”

“Zayne, babe…” you frown. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—”

“Come here,” he cuts you off. You listen, standing from your chair. He pulls away from his desk as you round it, letting you stand between his spread legs. His hands caress the back of your thighs as you look down at him.

“I don’t want to hear you talk like that anymore. I know you were just sharing your feelings, and I never want you to hesitate to tell me about them. I also know that death is an inevitable thing for all of us, but it’s never something I want to ruminate on when it comes to you. Do you understand?”

“I won’t say anything like that again,” you nod, moving a black strand of his hair from his forehead. “I promise.”

“Good. Live in the moment with me.” He presses a gentle kiss to your stomach that’s covered by your dress. “Besides, I love you too much to let you leave me, no matter how you’d try.”

You chuckle, leaning down to kiss his lips. He doesn’t let you pull away so soon, deepening it as his hand holds you firm by the back of your neck.

“I love you too,” you breathe against his mouth when he finally gives you a moment to breathe.

“Good,” he stares at your lips before looking back into your eyes. He pulls his glasses off, resting them on the desk. “Why don’t you go lock the door so you can show me how much?”

Sylus

You and Sylus lay in your shared bed, talking about a whole bunch of things. It’s usually how the night ends for you two.

He tells you about work, the twins, plans he has for you, even down to what he plans on making you both for breakfast tomorrow. You tell him about your progression in your hobbies, books, shows, and what you’d like to get around to doing with him soon. Sometimes when you talk, you and him will randomly start getting into deeper topics like kids, marriage, and just life in general.

You mention to Sylus how you don’t even remember what life was like for you before you met him and how now, you don’t see a future where he isn’t there.

“Living without you is not an option for me. When it’s time to go, I have to be the one to go first. I just couldn’t deal.” You shiver at the thought.

He looks over at you, his eyes narrowing. The gentle light of the lamp casts a shadow against his handsome face as it sits on the nightstand behind him. You’re resting your cheek on your knuckles, pursing your lips at his sudden silence.

“What?” you smile as he continues to stare.

“Not only are you saying nonsense, but I’m curious as to why you think there’s any instance where I’d remain here without you by my side, kitten. In the event that you’re gone because neither of us had a choice in you staying, there would be no purpose for me.” His voice rumbles and he speaks so simply, like if you were to die right now, you should expect him to be right behind you.

“But the twins—”

“I care for, yes. But you?” His hand comes up to your face, gently holding your jaw like you’re so fragile. “If I ever lost you, I’d lose myself. There is no me without you, I’m sure I’ve told you that. You are the reason I have meaning.”

Your eyes water at that. “There was a you before me though, Sy.” You place your hand on top of his.

“Unfortunately,” he smiles. “But there will never be anything after. It’s either I go first or we go together, sweetie.”

“I don’t like this conversation,” you push out a laugh, trying to suppress the emotions in your chest.

“Neither do I,” he admits, moving closer to you and wrapping you tightly in his arms. “I’d prefer if we don’t have it again. There will never be a world where one of us will have to survive without the other, not if I can help it. Besides, kittens have nine lives, don’t they? You’re not going anywhere anytime soon.”

You bask in his strength, feeling grounded by the weight of him. You press a kiss to his pec, then his jaw until you reach the corner of his lips. “Oh babe, you know that was sooo corny!”

He releases that rich laugh that has dollar signs all around it, making you laugh too. “I’d reshape universes if I could ensure I’d find you in every one,” he says gently, kissing your forehead. “Nothing is too much for you.”

“You’re so sappy.” Your cheeks subtly ache from smiling so hard.

“And in love. You have yourself to thank for giving me such an experience.”

“You’re more than welcome,” you tease, knowing that he understands the sentiment is mutual.

He presses a firm kiss to the top of your head. “We have forever for me to show you how grateful I am.”

“I really love you, Sy,” you whisper.

“And I really, really, love you,” he adds. “More than you’ll ever understand.”

[heartavenue]

.⋅˚₊‧ ♛ ‧₊˚ Pretty Pink Princess: Charlotte La Bouff Inspired Things To Script

❝ I was beginning to think that wishing on stars was just for babies and crazy people. ❞ Request for anon, thank you so much for asking to do this I had a lot of fun making this inspired by my favorite southern diva! As per usual creds to @premiumbitch for making this (Leo will forever be missed </3)

♛ Southern Belle Charm

You have that special southern charm about you. You always make people feel better with a slight smile and a small nod of the head. People are always finding themselves being delighted by you. You are extremely kind and your hospitality knows no bounds. People gravitate towards your rich southern drawl, feeling a great sense of comfort. You are the type to offer up your seat to anyone who is in need, fixin an extra plate of food to take home to your loved ones, smiling as wide as the Mississippi river when you're speaking to someone.

♛ Daddy's Girl

People like to describe you as the two S's: Sweet and Spoiled. You're known for getting anything and everything that you want. You are the daughter of the most wealthy and influential family in town. There is not one inch of the city who does not know your name. The town folk know not to mess with you as they don't want to face the very real consequences that come with bothering you. You only have to ask for what you want once; it comes natural to you, you need not beg or plead. You want that pretty pink new handbag? Granted. That new pearl necklace that's been calling your name? It's already yours.

♛ Fairytale Lifestyle

Every relic of this world was designed specifically for you, as you navigate life it seems as if only the most magical things happen to you. You are like a princess in a fairy tale, flowers bloom where you step, birds chirp when you awake from your slumber. Animals often approach you, strangers will present you with gifts, children offer to braid your hair. You walk with poise and grace, each step more calculated than the last. To everyone around you, you are their princess. Like honey you are incredibly sweet and can never go bad. You do not desire love, love desires you. It consumes your every being, every movement and every thought. Ever since you were a little one you knew that you were destined for a match made in heaven. Every morsel in your body will be drowned in passion, romance, desire.

♛ General Charlotte La Bouff Things:

This is YOUR world everyone else is just living in it. From your wealth to your style people are in awe of anything you do.

The Main Character. You know how to make an entrance, grand gestures and displays of your wealth is just one way to get everyone's attention. As soon as you enter a room, people take a moment just to gaze upon your beauty. It is like you stepped right outside of a storybook: mythical, majestic, and magical.

Although you are used to getting what you want, when it comes to helping out a friend you are always there. You are incredibly considerate and kind, often making sure that everyone else is okay.

You are bright eyed and bushy tailed, always anticipating what's going to happen next. You are full of life and eager to experience the unknown.

You own every outfit, from your laid back lounge wear to your custom made designer dress you are at the moment. All of your clothes seem like they were made to be worn by you.

You expect nothing but the best, because you know that you deserve the best.

You keep things classy and real. You're blunt but not rude, if you don't like something you will speak up about it.

[the-kr8tor]

Hobat sneaking into your bag so now you have to keep a tiny bat safe and comfortable until classes end. You know the trope if bringing an animal to school? Either a puppy or kitten and everyone fawns over it and slowly finds out it's in the classroom. 🫡

Ahhhhh hobat my beloved!!! ❤️❤️❤️ I hope you like it, bestie!

Pairing: Vampire! Hobie Brown x fem! Reader

Word count: 1.4k

Tags: no use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, Vampire au, hunter! Reader, established relationship, Hobat au, cw food mentions, lovestruck! Hobie, Jealous! Hobie, set in my vampire series (in pursuit of blood), fluff!

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You shouldn't have brought Hobie to night school if you knew he'd be a menace most of the time inside your bag. He insisted when he overheard you talking to Gwen about an old fling being a classmate of yours. He didn't mean to eavesdrop but he can't help his supersonic hearing when the walls of his home are older than the eiffel tower. To his credit, he did apologize when you sniffed out his lie of asking to come with because he heard that a fellow vampire could be your classic lit 101 professor. After a bit more convincing on his end, which is cuddling in the coffin while he whispers to you affectionately in a language that predates Julius Caesar, you let him come with you to class in one condition— Stay in his Hobat form and stay hidden inside your bag.

It was all fine and dandy at first as you showed him around campus while he told you small historical facts about the place. You even fed him cafeteria french fries while you studied. He didn't like it, but the way he was munching inside your backpack says otherwise. You liked the thrill, it was like you brought your cat to school when it's forbidden. Like Mary and her little lamb, but as the night continues and he gets bored inside your bag, it gets harder to hide the fact that you brought a bat to night school. It all sounds like the start of a joke.

Hobie wiggles inside your bag that's on your lap, squeaking inside as he reads your notes about Emily Brontë. With a telepathic line connected with you, he speaks in your head while you try to listen to the lesson in front of you.

“Your handwritin’ is shit, love. Didn't they teach you cursive?”

“Fuck off, Hobie.” You reply in your head, but your annoyed expression still shows. “I was homeschooled, and our elders didn't exactly teach anything beyond how to throw a knife or basic spells.”

“That explains a lot.” He snickers inside, the squeaking gets a few people's attention.

You fake a sneeze, looking at them apologetically until they turn their heads away from you. “Keep it down! They can still hear your rat noises! And what the fuck does that mean?!”

“‘m goin' to ignore the fact that you called me a rat, love.” You feel him move around inside your bag. “And I didn't mean anythin’ by that.” His sing-song tone would usually have you gazing at him gently, but with you paying an ungodly amount for night school, his behaviour has you more annoyed than endeared. He does however look cute in his tiny bat form, but that thought escapes you when he peeks his fluffy head out of the zipper of your bag, a q-tip in between his fangs. “Why do you have a used q-tip in ‘ere?”

Groaning audibly, the sound echoing inside the silent classroom, everyone, even the professor stops to look at you. “Sorry, I have to take a call.” Making up an excuse, you gather your things and shove it inside your bag haphazardly while ignoring Hobie's protests in your mind. “Sorry, excuse me.” Slinking out of the hall, you exit out with your head down.

“That fuckin’ hurt!” He rubs his tiny head, peeking through the opened zipper as you ignore him and find a quiet janitor's closet to hide in.

“Good!” You say audibly, flicking the light switch to show your anger towards the bat. “I told you that you can stay if you're quiet, Hobie!”

Flying above you, he matches your height. “I was! Until I saw your shit take about ‘Emma!’”

“It was my opinion! That was the assignment!”

Hobie's about to reply back with another quip, but his ear picks up the sound of footsteps outside. Immediately turning back to his usual form, black smoke fills your vision before you're gently shoved against the shelf. Jugs of cleaners and mops fall down as you feel his lips lightly press against your own. Your instincts tell you to kiss back, despite your previous anger, you kiss him like always, anger dissipating and fading to annoyance until his lips kiss back in tandem then you've forgotten what you were arguing about. You find that he always has that effect on you. Knowing that he'll never use vampire hypnotism on you or anyone, it's safe to say that it's just his lips and touch making you melt in his arms.

The door creaks open, light flooding inside. Hobie pulls away, pecking you once more before looking over his shoulder. “Care to knock, mate?” His hand cradles the back of your head while the other holds your waist. Gentle as he avoids his sharp nails from poking you.

“This isn't a motel.” A gruff voice says, you see him tapping his foot against the floor through Hobie's arm. “Get out or I'll call the dean.”

“Shit, yes, sorry.” Pushing Hobie off of you, the fear of getting suspended tamps out the need to kiss him. Tugging him by his belt loops, you couldn't look the stranger in the eyes as you lead him away. You don't let him go until you're out in the near empty courtyard. Sighing in relief, you lean against the wall and cradle your face in embarrassment.

“Love.”

“Stop.”

“I haven't even said anythin' yet.” Chuckling, Hobie taps your shoe with his.

“I know what you were about to say just from your tone.” Your muffled voice has him laughing more. “It's not funny. That was embarrassing.”

Gently, he takes your hands away from your face, meeting with your eyes as you gaze back to his wine red ones. “‘m sorry, ‘m a wanker.”

“You were.” Stomping your foot like you're throwing a tantrum, Hobie cups your cheeks, hands colder than the night air. “I know you were bored but you could've just said so and I'd take you outside so you could go home.”

“Nah, I wasn't bored.” His thumb traces your cheek. “And I don't want to go home without you.”

“Then why were you being annoying? You know how much this means to me.”

With a sigh, Hobie, a fearsome thousand year old vampire, places his head on your shoulder and exhales like a lovelorn school boy. He mumbles something incoherent and you have to nudge and ask him what kind of sound he just let out.

“Iwastryingtogetyourattention.” He says quickly, barely catching what he meant.

“Hobie, didn't your governess tell you not to mumble?” Joking back, he leans away, eyes narrowed at you.

“I never had a governess.”

“Well, that explains a lot.” Throwing his words back at him, he tamps down a chortle, fangs peeking through his lips. “Come on, why do you need to get my attention when you have it almost 24/7?”

“I saw the bloke that you talked ‘bout with Gwen.” He rests against your clavicle, the position is awkward with his stature, back bent like a shrimp and his hand mindlessly playing with a string from your jumper. “He kept starin’ at you, lovie.”

“Aww,” you coo, hands rubbing along his back. “My big bad vampire is jealous.”

Hobie abruptly yanks himself off you. “I can rip him to shreds.”

“I know you can.” Smiling, you cradle his cheeks, immediately calming him down. “I didn't even notice him there. I was listening to the lesson.”

“You were?” He asks, hands gravitating towards your hips. “I thought—”

“Your jealousy knows no bounds, Hobie Brown.” Poking him, you lean forward and kiss his cheek. “I swear every full moon you're like this, you're like a werewolf but instead of transforming you turn into a green monster of jealousy. Seriously, not even Pav is safe when we drove out for two hours to get his wizard robes.” Maybe something in your ancient tomes says something about vampires and their monthly bouts of jealousy.

“Only for you, lovie.” Puckering his lips, he tries to kiss you but you block him with your hand.

“Nuh uh, you're not getting off that easily. Fly home, Hobat, before I take out my stake.”

“But—”

“Go, or I'll tell our housemates what you did.”

“Not even one—”

“Guess I have to sleep in my own bed tonight.” You fake a sigh.

With a puff of smoke, Hobie turns back into a bat, wings flapping loudly as he squeaks. “Already flyin’ away!”

Smiling as you gaze at his retreating form, you wince. “Now I have to apologize to the custodian. I hope he likes cafeteria cookies.” You think.

“We're still linked, lovie! I'd like some cookies!”

You're never bringing Hobie to class ever again no matter how much he flashes his puppy dog eyes at you and kisses you softly. Maybe, probably.

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I feel like I'm missing something... Isn't stuff like "takes pictures of her latter" an issue for these guys predominantly because of the stereotype of what kind of person you'd have to be to take pictures of your latte? Like bear with me, as a bi person, I'd never date a dude who regularly posts about cars not because I think this is bad in and of itself but because it presents a different issue - most car dudes are gonna ask you something about car specs and have this smug look of superiority when they realize you have no damn clue about what the shit they're saying, be you a man or woman. And I don't want that. I don't wanna risk encountering that. It'd be annoying.

Like, girls with cat ear headphones? They tend to love cutesy things, in that very specific way, and IN MY EXPERIENCE (could be very wrong) tend to have an infantilizing view of their own gender ("girl math", "I'm such a stupid girl", "girls can't know [Man Thing]" etc). In America, brightly colored hair has become (probably unfairly) associated with strong activism and niche views like being an anarchist or socialist.

What I'm saying is, sure, these CAN be dumb, but that's not necessarily always the case - it COULD be about preference or some other incompatibility that's being accounted for ahead of time. And I'd assume equivalents of your "egotistical manchild" and other mentioned criteria is, you know, kind of a given? At the end of the day the simpler reasons to not date someone are always more interesting and descriptive of your preferences bc no shit you're not gonna date some woman who always demands to check your phone or some guy who can't stop bragging about his generational wealth. Those are very normal and typical boundaries and thus not really worth the effort to list seriously, so it's more efficient to immediately move onto the small stuff.

At least, that's how I've always thought of it. Idk I don't have a lot of guys I hang out with and we never talk about dating.

The longer I exist as a loudly proudly gay man the more I think that cishet men aren't actually attracted to women.