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stergeon · 9 months

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Sorry if this seems sudden, but what are your thoughts on a Young Edelgard befriending a Young Byleth who canonically doesn't have friends due to how people are afraid and creeped out by her behavior?

Yea, the tragedy is how Byleth has nobody their age to connect with as well as most not getting them to the point of dehumanization until Garreg Mach, but it's neat to think of.

ohhhh tbh i love this… in my mind, young edelgard is very precocious, but also extremely coddled (comes with being royalty) and kind of oblivious/condescending without meaning to be. “aren’t all tutors dreadful? hm? you don’t have lessons? what do you do all day? what?? you work??? is that allowed????”

like, well-meaning with a strong sense of justice, and genuinely curious about other people’s lives, but without a frame of reference for anything yet.

and young byleth, as you say, would have been intimidating to be around lol. an eerie and serious kid who probably learned how to kill a man not long after she learned to walk. i see her as being affable in the sense that she just kind of goes along with whatever situation she’s in, without any investment in it one way or another beyond doing what she’s told, but she would definitely be confused by other kids and struggle hard with social cues, etc. until she gets sufficiently good at reading people as to passably mask. it’s a very lonely and difficult way to live.

i could absolutely see edelgard running into this weird little girl and adopting her on the spot. “why don’t people play with you. what do you mean, you don’t know how to play. we’re going to play a game right now; so there.” edelgard is nothing if not driven and dedicated to the causes she believes in (and her massive savior/martyr complex doesn’t help lol—she’s already adopted one local weirdo by becoming besties with hubert). so i think if she set her mind to being byleth’s friend, she would make it happen. this kid is now her personal project. they WILL be friends.

and i reckon that friendship would do wonders for byleth. she had so little interaction with anyone her age in her youth, and having one real friend might make all the difference for her. edelgard could help ground her, and help her better understand the world they live in, and keep her in touch with her humanity—or, really, help her discover it in the first place. meanwhile, edelgard could learn a LOT from byleth, who’s spent her life unhoused* and pretty much living paycheck-to-paycheck with jeralt’s band of violent (and likely alcoholic, per jeralt and alois) mercs. byleth could lend her some perspective and further shape edelgard’s love for the people of fódlan, as well as her understanding of what kinds of societal changes are needed to make things better for everyone.

who knows, that connection might even lead sothis to emerge earlier…

the concern, of course, is jeralt, who (for debatably valid reasons) never wants to stay anywhere for too long, and probably would get super freaked out by the idea of his kid hanging around one of the heirs of the adrestian empire. whether they’d actually have enough time to become friends… idk.

but kids are funny when they set their minds to something. i’d like to think edelgard would decide, day one, that they’re friends, and friends help each other, so that’s what she’s going to do. i’d like to think that when edelgard found out byleth’s group would be leaving again soon, she’d use that big brain of hers and coax her father into hiring the mercenaries on for a long-term mission or as a standing battalion. adrestia’s been on the outs with the church for a good while already, so jeralt might feel comfortable enough to consider putting down roots, even if just for a little longer than usual.

that could REALLY change both byleth and edelgard’s lives. in my little daydream, byleth starts training to be a knight and a personal guard for edelgard, and basically spends as much time around her as hubert does. and maybe, when the insurrection happens edelgard is taken to fhirdiad, hubert stands a better chance of finding her with someone by his side who has spent her entire young life in the woods and on the roads, tracking enemies and avoiding pursuers. maybe they find her. maybe they help prevent some truly terrible things from happening.

what happens from there, idk; so many of edelgard’s views are informed by her experiences and it gets too complicated for my tiny brain to realistically figure out what would occur and who she’d be if it went down like that instead.

but byleth would be changed just by knowing edelgard. having someone in her young life who is invested in her, who sees beyond the fog of the day-to-day, who’s interested in what she wants, who embraces and celebrates her quirks and doesn’t shun her for them, who grants her stability and some agency in her own life… someone who sees her as a person, not just as a sword or set of hands… how could anyone not be changed by something like that?

* with the exception of Whatever The Fuck she was doing while jeralt was parading around in leonie’s village for however long. this is my least favorite plot hole in the game, namely because leonie acknowledges it. “huh. i don’t remember you being there, and you don’t, either. maybe you were with a relative”??? what relative, IS?? how many living relatives does byleth have that aren’t trying to turn her into a mommy-god??? why fake your kid’s death and disappear “for her safety,” just to ditch said kid somewhere with someone for months?????

WHERE WAS YOUR CHILD, JERALT??????

ok i’m done yelling lol. thank you for this ask, this was really fun to think about <3

#fire emblem #fe3h #i love them girls.#as someone who is neurodivergent i vibe hard with neurodivergent byleth takes #but i’m also reluctant to go along with them as the writer of a fic where byleth gaining her heart also turns on The Emotion Fountain #i hate to potentially imply that she ‘got better’ from being neurodivergent.#hopefully it does not come across that way in my fic lol. to me it’s all plot-reasons #but also as someone who was a weird kid who Did Not Get It socially: it resonates #kids are so interesting and so funny #sterge.eml

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alastaircarstairsdefenselawyer · 1 year

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build yourself a citadel amid the foothills of regret

surprise i actually wrote something! maybe the dragon is coming out of its thousand year sleep maybe this is just a one-off, we'll see, though this is just one fic I have planned for a series of COT codas loosely inspired by "how to rest" by the crane wives. anyways, enjoy!

content warnings: alcoholism, alcohol withdrawal, mentions of toxic relationship

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As the dust settled around London and the way of things began to return just as they’d stopped, Alastair left the others to their tearful reunions. He wasn’t sure what to call them, not after they’d survived the end of the world together. Compatriots? Comrades? Perhaps, if he even dared to think of it, new friends?

Sona was still in Idris, Cordelia had joined James in recanting their experiences to his parents, and Thomas had returned to his family to share in their grief. Thus, Alastair returned to the Institute. All of their careful work boarding the windows and doors would need to be removed, but that wasn’t his concern at the moment. Instead, he found a glass bottle filled with a tincture he’d created the night before while Thomas was resting, and set out to find someone else who seemed to have retired from the battlefield a bit early: Matthew Fairchild.

He found him in the wing of the Institute that the group had claimed, back before Tatiana had arrived and turned the world upside down. Alastair knocked gently on the door.

“What do you want?” Matthew groaned.

Alastair took that as an invitation to enter. Looking Matthew over, he was glad he came. In all honesty, he was surprised that Matthew had held himself together so well until the battle was over. Now, he paced back and forth across the room, his skin pale and sweaty, dark circles settling beneath his eyes.

Alastair held up the bottle. “I have something that might make you feel better. Or at least help you sleep.”

Matthew narrowed his eyes.

“I asked Grace to find Christopher’s notes on what he was mixing for you. I figured you must have run out fairly quickly in Edom.”

Matthew’s hand shook as he took the bottle, but he managed to open it without much fumbling. “I- You did this, for me?”

Alastair didn’t know how to respond. He wanted to say that it was Thomas’ idea, which was a lie, or that he only did it because of how Cordelia and Thomas cared for him, which was also not completely true. But the truth was dangerous. The truth was that he cared, but at heart he was still a child terrified of being rejected. So, he said nothing.

Matthew took a weak sip and sat down on his bed. “I don’t understand you,” he confessed. “You bring me this, you save me from a certain, spearful death, you stand outside my apartment all night long in the middle of January-”

“I told Thomas not to tell you that.”

“He didn’t. Did you think I lived in a building that lacked Sighted security?”

Alastair shrugged. “I figured you’d chosen it simply because it has the most arrogant and atrocious architectural design in all of London.”

Matthew rolled his eyes. "It seems as though I've been allowing your poor tastes to color my judgment of you."

"It's an easy mistake, what with all the brain damage that wretched pink siding must be causing." The conversation was reminiscent of their earlier ones back at school, but this time, neither of them meant any true malice. They were bantering .

"Thank you," Matthew said genuinely.

"It was nothing," Alastair deflected. "All of the ingredients were already here-"

"I don't just mean Kit's sedative. Thanks for having my back at Westminster Abbey."

"Anyone would have done it.”

“But it wasn’t anyone, it was you.” Matthew hesitated before continuing, “I’m starting to see what drew you and Thomas together, he is also wretchedly awful at accepting gratitude.”

Alastair hadn’t spent enough time with Thomas to know that about him yet, but remembering how sheepish he’d become each time he complimented him, he could easily imagine it.

“By the Angel, you’re really in love with him, aren’t you?”

Alastair’s shoulders tensed. “What?”

“You’re grinning like a madman, and all I did was mention his name! You’re standing there like a lovesick puppy- Raziel, I’m going to be sick, and it’s not even from the alcohol this time.”

He did his best to avoid Matthew’s gaze. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. I mean, Thomas is wonderful, of course, but I don’t- We’re not- It’s not-”

“Why won’t you let yourself be happy?”

Alastair couldn’t think about it for too long. Memories flooded his mind. Elias, telling him he was worthless, a burden, a pitiful excuse for a son. Charles, convincing him that he didn’t deserve to be treated as anything more than an afterthought. There were memories of school, too, of cruel boys mocking him and hurting him and tearing up the letters his sister sent him. Happiness was never worth the risk of someone looking to take it away.

He didn’t have the words to explain it. “I’m trying to- I’m trying.”

“Okay, fine. I’ll quit being a thorn in your side. You can go. I know you’re just doing this because I remind you of your father.”

“That would make sense, wouldn’t it? But you’re wrong. You don’t remind me of Elias; you don’t even remind me of Charles, though the Angel knows your bone structure is nearly identical.”

“If this is your way of flirting with me, you should know it’s never going to work.”

Alastair rolled his eyes. “I’m doing this because you’re a person, and all people deserve to rest, even you.”

“Now, where was this basic human kindness back when we were schoolboys?”

Alastair considered explaining that he always understood the way that his words cut. He knew, but it didn’t matter, because he had just been a boy drowning in an endless ocean, and as the salt water coated his throat and began to fill his lungs, it hadn't mattered to him who he might be pulling under the waves in an attempt to break the surface for another gulp of air. It was instinct, and he was sorry, but he couldn't change the past.

“I’m not looking for forgiveness from anyone, much less you,” Alastair said finally. “You don’t believe that you deserve rest, that you deserve peace, do you?”

Matthew didn’t respond.

“Well, I doubt I’m going to be the one to convince you, but I’ll try anyway. After Charles and I broke up, he sent me letter after letter, he cornered me at every social gathering, and for the most part, all I wanted was for him to leave me alone. But some deeper, more twisted part of me wanted him to suffer. I wanted him to hurt the way that I had hurt, and I know that he’s your brother, but I won’t apologize for saying it.

“And then he did. He nearly died and he was lonely and in pain and it was everything I should have wanted, but it didn’t make me feel any better. It didn’t erase any of my own suffering. It was just more pain. And I think I learned two things. First, that Charles is awful and I am never going to let him back into my life. And second, that a selfish person is just a person. And no person deserves to suffer.

“I think that once you’ve accepted that everyone deserves peace, even your worst enemies - especially your worst enemies - it becomes easier to accept that you yourself deserve peace, too, no matter what mistakes you’ve made.”

“That…” Matthew’s voice trailed off, searching for a quip that he could not find. “That seems wise.”

Alastair nodded towards the bottle. “You should get some rest before your family comes looking for you. You look like something your dog chewed up and spit out on your doorstep.”

Matthew grinned sleepily, the sedative finally setting in. “There’s the Alastair I recognize.”

thanks for reading! if you enjoyed this, I would love to hear your thoughts (or even just that you liked it!) I really appreciate it!

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daryfromthefuture · 1 year

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this is my 40s doc headcanon post

because i CANNOT get him out of my brain. i'm going to yell about him for a while now sorry not sorry

have another lovely image of him before we begin

general headcanons:

he is shy. even at work he's one of the most quiet people and prefers to do his research by himself. he is NOT the type of person to actively work with his teammates. bear with him he's just very much socially awkward and a massive introvert

like he pretty much always was, he's a bookworm. he definitely took his entire jules verne book collection to los alamos you can NOT convince me otherwise

a lot of people smoked in the 40s and i can see him being convinced to try it. he genuinely doesn't like it and thus never develops a habit

what if los alamos was the place doc discovered his alcohol problem. i watched the show "manh(a)ttan" because of this interest and it was commonly shown that the people there were going out in the evening and stuff. now i don't know historically accurate the show is but i like the idea of doc going to drink some wine and feeling miserable to the extent that he swears to never touch alcohol again. at least not until 1885

no matter how many times he tries to style his hair so it's slick, it is absolutely no use. he has messy hair and it's kind of become a thing where people recognize him because of it.

ah yeah about the hair. the work on the project causes him a lot of stress and the end when he goes through a lot of emotional turmoil does too obviously. which causes his hair to go white/light blonde at age 30. damn.

also apparently exposure to radiation can cause hair to fall out so doc probably goes through that kind of episode too (he's super sad about it)

he's one of the only people on the base who don't have a family or at the very least a spouse. he's super lonely but overall absolutely the kindest person you could possibly meet there

i think, other than gaining more scientific knowledge and helping the war effort, one of emmett's main motivations to join the manhattan project is the wish to restore his reputation in hill valley. which sadly goes wrong as we all can imagine.

coffee is the only thing he runs on. he barely sleeps because he has no one to tell him to go to bed at a reasonable time

when he's invested in some sort of calculation or problem he wants to solve DO NOT DISTURB HIM or he'll snap. this is not 80s doc and this emmett has quite the pride despite it not showing on the surface

in my head he becomes one of the most important scientists credited for the results on the project. people respect him and go to him for advice even though he's still fairly young when he joins (28). the whole thing allows him to gain knowledge on plutonium and nuclear physics in general, eventually allowing him to build the delorean time machine forty years later. but it comes at a cost and doc has moments where he'd rather throw his life's work and his family fortune away in exchange for never having lived through the painful memories and guilt.

headcanons about 40s doc & marty:

while marty never visited him in canon, there might be a timeline where he did, and in that case i think doc would find this boy strange. like. even more strange than 50s doc.

depending on the timeline (post telltale game or no telltale game) doc knows him from the 30s and is like. hm. something is odd why hasn't this boy aged

if doc did not know him beforehand, he'd think he's weird for a few days, but then let him into his life as a result of deep loneliness

he and marty would form a bond stronger than he did with any of the other scientists in los alamos. why? because marty's actually interested in his life outside of the project and asks basic things such as "how are you doing" while his colleagues would most likely just suck up to him to make use of his high position

marty would punch everyone in the face who even dares to utter an insult about doc, especially post-bombings

while 50s/80s doc acts more like a father towards marty, 40s doc would be a mixture of father and best friend. 40s doc is more mature than 30s emmett but certainly resembles him in more ways than 50s doc does. he's naive and sometimes just too kind and super stubborn and thus sometimes is more interested in his own needs than in marty's.

he acceps the nickname "doc" with no hesitation

marty is the only person that doc allows himself to let his guard down around after probably wearing a stone face for a while. marty makes it clear that he would never judge or blame him and allows doc to be vulnerable around him as much as he wants/needs

they are best friends. their friendship works in every decade what else did you think

ANYWAY that's it for now

i may or may not eventually write a fic about him and his experiences (without marty, basically twin pines doc timeline) but we'll see. i make no promises

#bttf #back to the future #doc brown #emmett brown #i wish we had more 40s doc content #all we got was that one comic and a few of his journal entries fron 1946 in the delorean user manual #i want MORE #bob gale make me ur comic artist pls pls pls i'd do him justice #manhattan project

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hyunlixsbbygirl · 1 year

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❥Drama Talk

Only Friends episode 7

Okay, I just want to start this out by saying that I’m glad Sand followed Ray despite their fight. I know something is bound to happen strictly because Ray took off drunk driving.

I KNEW IT!

I know Sand is trying to put on face and be angry with Ray for his stupid actions, but you can tell that Sand is actually very thankful that nothing serious happened to Ray other than some mild injuries. I hope Ray sees how much Sand actually cares about him though like this boy needs some loving. They both do!

The way Ray looks at Sand when he calls himself Ray’s emergency staff though?! It’s like Ray is starting to see that Sand might actually be someone very precious in his life that he can’t afford to lose. I mean, I feel like Ray always felt that Sand was special to him but now he’s really seeing just how special he is to his life.

I don’t like how Ray’s father is acting in this situation, like I understand that this isn’t the first time Ray has done something like this but shouldn’t a father just be relieved that his son is still alive? If Ray were my son, I’d just be thankful he survived. Like, I would be angry that he drove drunk and that his drinking is really out of hand but like, it’s clear that he needs help more than lectures.

Man this whole group is just full of liars and cheaters who don’t care if they end up hurting their friends in order to get what they want.

I do feel bad for Nick though, he genuinely loves Boston and thought he could play into the game in order to get Boston to officially be his only to be hurt in the end. I mean we all saw it coming considering how Boston is but I was kind of hoping that Boston would eventually fall for Nick back and just be with him exclusively.

Honestly, I don’t think Top is as bad as I initially thought. He does actually seem really hurt by the fact that Mew found out about him and Boston. I will say though that Top is an idiot - like why would you believe Boston when you know what kind of person he is? I know it’s easier to believe someone you’ve known longer rather than someone you know is more trustworthy but like come on! Even my cat can see that Boston is just out to make sure everyone’s lives are as miserable as his.

The way Sand and Ray look at each other though!!!!! Like guys, your eyes don’t lie! You both may act like nothing is changing between the two of you but your eyes say something completely different. Also the fact that Ray didn’t deny it when Sand said that he was becoming more addicted to him than he was with alcohol?! Come on! SAND’S SMIlE THOUGH!!!!

I know exactly how Mew feels right now too - being cheated on or anything under that umbrella truly hurts more than just being a simple one night stand. You really do feel like you were just tricked into loving someone that you can’t trust ever loved you back.

I love that Mew and Ray are finally seeing how much off an asshole Boston truly is. Like they’re finally realizing that Boston really can’t think about anyone other than himself - even though I think Boston may actually be sorry for what he did, he just can’t admit when he’s wrong for some reason that we don’t know just yet.

Okay, Nick is angry right now about the fact that Boston wants nothing to do with him because of the audio clip but like he knows he wasn’t truly happy in the situation with Boston. He’s just settling for being a side piece for Boston because he’s blinded by love. But can we just talk about how Sand admitted that he understands how he feels? It’s just shy from a confession about his feelings for Ray.

Oh… I don’t know how I feel about Mew going dark. Though I feel like this isn’t the first time he’s done something like this - like it’s just not believable that someone who was once so kind and innocent can truly go dark so quickly and without like any remorse for the others that are about to get involved. Also, this whole finding Gap situation just to get back at Boston? It’s like crazy to me to think that he could just do this so easily.

EXCUSE ME?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

Look… I know it’s not easy to get over the first person you fall in love with but come on! Also, I feel like Mew is only leaning towards Ray now because he’s heart broken and he sees the logic in dating his best friend; Ray has been in love with him for years and in his mind he thinks that no one will ever love him as much as Ray has - especially since the only other person that told him that they loved him, hurt him so badly.

BUT BE FUCkING FOR REAL!!!!!!!!!

Not only is Mew going to end up hurting Ray by doing this but he’ll end up losing him too once Ray realizes that he never truly wanted to be with him but just wanted the love Ray was willing to give him.

And of course then there’s Sand who ONCE AGAIN is forced to have his heart ripped out of his chest right after he was starting to open up more about his feelings for Ray, even going as far as almost telling Nick who was making him feel the same way he was feeling.

HOW MANY TIMES DOES SAND HAVE TO BE HURT BEFORE HE FINALLY GETS TO HAVE TRUE LOVE AND HAPPINESS?!?!?!?!?!?

#only friends #sand and ray #drama talk #this episode was a mess

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epiphanygoddess · 2 years

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[GEMINI ♊ ] 🪄🔮 General Timeless energy check 🔮🪄

(Energies are fluid so keep an open mind, and it may or may not resonate, take what resonates with you the most and leave the rest behind. Also, feel free to switch the energies between you and the other person if you think they embody the situation/traits here.)

666 is your Angel number for today, if you want to check it out you can go ahead and just Google it. (Sorry, I don't do numerology).

Recent past:

You have taken preventative measures to avoid experiencing or re-experiencing poverty in an area of your life, whether be it spiritual poverty, Health wise, romance and other things that are connected in our mundane living. Prior to this, you seem to be experiencing feelings of lack, but it seems like you've finally taken a decision to make major improvements to your day-to-day routines.

Present:

Right now, you are in a moment in which you're having a rebirth and you are becoming more confident in your discernment. You have been in a period of isolation for a little bit and thinking about how to make something better in your life. This could be in the means of promises, a hope for oneself's betterment and a integration that comes with that.

Let's say you have always been doing things that are non negotiable and detrimental for you in the long run. This could be having cynical points of view, escapism, bad habits, alcohol and substance abuse or any other toxic things that once sabotaged yourself in a way. I think you're having a change of that, and it stems from a genuine feeling of "I want to improve and be a better person for the sake of entering a new world that I want to be in, a World that is not Tainted by toxicity".

Challenge:

Here's how things get tricky because as I've stated, you are wanting improvement in an area of your life but then you might be finding it difficult to take your self-compromisation into action so you're kinda like putting those in the back burner for now.

I actually see some of you researching through books, or watching some life hack stuff on YouTube for you to apply those into your integration process. Others of you are possibly observing someone (mostly successful) on what they do and how it helped them to get successful in their lives, these things you might actually benefit from not necessarily copying them, but to get an idea and inspiration and apply what you have learned from them into practice.

Near future:

You are navigating your reality in a different way, and it may seem a little shady and off to others, I'm getting a 'lying by omission' kind of vibe from this. It's like, you're doing something kind of discreet and you're not gonna tell anyone about it, they're just going to see it for themselves one day. So yah, I ain't judging you guys for this, I do believe that life is full of gamblers and that is us humans, it doesn't even matter who gets to the top first, really, sometimes we have to play our cards right in order for us to survive.

Final outcome:

To sum it all up, I really feel like all of this is for the benefit of you falling in love more with not just yourselves or your partners (if you have any), I think falling in love with your Ideal life from all these changes is like one of those things that we often tell ourselves once a period of difficulty is over. There's a lot of things that you're gonna be so grateful that it happened and exists in your life and you get to celebrate it with your loved ones. And those things that you didn't acknowledged much in your reality, now is the time for you to see it and extract something out of it, because it might be the key for you in undergoing your life path.

#astrology #zodiac signs #affirmations #tarot online #tarot witch #witchblr #witch blog #predictions #birth chart #astro placements #magic realism #gemini #gemini sun #gemini moon #gemini rising #gemini placements

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tellthemeerkatsitsfine · 5 months

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Finally got into the last episode of the James/Robins Radio X years. I made a post yesterday about how they were running out of steam a bit near the end, which they were, but this last episode has been great, as I figured it would be.

The podcast intro was extra long, unsurprisingly, and they read out a bunch of emotional emails from listeners saying how much the show has meant to them. Which was nice, but when I hear things like that, there is always a part of my brain wanting to say to the person writing it - you know they can read this, right? I mean I'm very glad their show meant a lot to you emotionally at a dark time, me too, but you're not supposed to tell them. You know that if you write it down and put it in an email that you send to the actual people, they'll be able to read it?

I realize that's a hypocritical thing to say when I have put this stuff on the public internet, but that's at least a few steps removed from from dropping it into their actual inbox. I'm pretty sure that neither John Robins nor Elis James has a Tumblr account (one of their best friends does and maybe I shouldn't be so sure that it's fine as I recently has a reminder that technically I use the same internet as famous people, but still, I don't think they're routinely searching their names on Tumblr). John Robins is on Taskmaster now, there have to be enough people on the internet talking about him so I'm not going to come up in the results when he Googles himself. It's probably fine.

Anyway, they read some emotional emails from people who've listened to the show through the darkness, which were lovely and did get to me a bit, while I also found part of myself thinking "Yes, yes, we've all listened to John Robins' voice for comfort while sitting in a hospital waiting room during a mental health crisis brought on by the the difficulty in going without alcohol when alcohol was the glue holding your functioning ability together, of course something like that's happened to you too, I did that just a couple of months ago, but I'd be mortified if I thought any important people actually knew that, why are you telling them about it?"

Weirdly, of all the cynical inclusion of emotional heft in that final podcast intro, the bit that emotionally got to me the most was when Producer Vin stopped them just before they signed off to say they should clarify the situation for the audience:

I don't know why that got to me, but it did it a bit. It didn't make me very emotional or anything, but it made me slightly emotional, which is more emotional than you'd expect from a pretty straightforward exchange that is objectively less heavy than all the stuff they'd read out beforehand.

I think it was just that he didn't have to do that. I can see why John Robins or Elis James might want to clarify to the audience that they're not leaving due to any falling out or anything - they wouldn't want to be asked questions for ages based on false assumptions about their personal lives. But there's not particular reason for Vin to care, as by that point they're leaving the station anyway so it's longer his job to worry about making them come across a certain way. It seems like he was genuinely thinking of it from the perspective of a comedy fan who is invested in the show. And deciding that this would be a reasonable thing for a comedy fan to want clarified, rather thinking - and this might be a sensible thing to think - that if any fan is invested enough in the show to care why it's ended, they should really find better things to care about. Speaking as a comedy fan who frequently gets paranoid about whether I've becoming over-invested in following what happens to people I've never met (hence the mortification at the thought of the real people being aware that I exist - I'm I'm barely okay with admitting my level of investment to the six or so weird people who read my tiny Tumblr blog, much less to some celebrities), I appreciated hearing Vin consider that a reasonable position - to have listened to 263 episodes of a radio show and then care why it ended.

Obviously, with hindsight, I know the show didn't end due to a falling out between John Robins and Elis James, because they were back doing pretty much the same thing on a different radio station several months later. But if I were following this live and didn't know that was coming, I can imagine myself assuming something like that had happened, especially given how detached and distracted the last few episodes had been. There were definitely points in those early 2019 episodes when they sounded genuinely annoyed with each other in a way they hadn't in previous years. At best, hearing it live, I'd have assumed they'd decided they'd outgrown their partnership. So it's nice that Vin (a man whom I need to apologize for having once assumed was not a comedy fan, he's repeatedly established that he's quite a prolific comedy fan and as such can act as a comedy fan stand-in in the show sometimes) reminded them that they should probably squash some rumours before closing the episode. Because he'd want to know, if it were Adam and Joe.

That of course made me remember this clip, from episode 52, when to celebrate the show lasting a year they had John and Elis list things they like about each other:

I saved that clip because I think John Robins just told Elis James, "My favourite thing about you is you're not Russell Howard. I'm so glad we're not like those guys I used to live with, who are divorced now." Maybe. My other guess for who he meant was Adam and Joe, but as we've just heard, they didn't fall out so that's fine. I guess it could be someone else, especially since "research" would be a weird word to use to describe guys he knows personally, unless "research" is code for getting drunk with Jon Richardson. It could have been lots of people. Technically Lee and Herring used to be a radio duo. Anyway, though, it's fun to hear those clips from four years apart. They stuck to it.

I have about half the episode left and I'm putting off listening to it because I don't actually want to get to the end. But it's been a good one. It was a relief to get to the end of that quite emotionally heavy podcast intro, and then we get to the intro of the radio show itself, where for 263 episodes John Robins had introduced Elis James with a different untrue story about Elis doing some weird thing in some obscure part of Wales, and then in this one he introduced him as a man he is lucky to know and call a friend a great fellow comedian, and I realized - Oh, he's doing a real one this time, he's going to say sappy things about his friend now that the show's ending, God damn it they're going to manage to make me feel emotional about the end of a radio partnership that I know full well didn't even end is still running to this day - but then John kept talking and said this guy didn't rest on his laurels after being nominated for the Edinburgh Award five times, and then said he'd mistakenly read the intro he wrote for James Acaster, and then he read his real intro, which was an untrue story about Elis doing some weird thing in some obscure part of Wales. I could hear from the producers laughing that he'd successfully faked them all out with the threat of inclusion of emotional sincerity. Well done, John, that was a good joke. Sorry that in a post last night I said you were running out of steam a bit in 2019, and I may have been slightly sarcastic about some of your life choices. That joke was good enough to make me want to take back anything negative I've ever said about you, I'm sure every one of your life choices has been excellent.

It's a good episode. I am glad I saved the Robins/Pascoe episode of the Peacock and Gamble podcast from 2014 to listen to right after I finish it, that'll lighten the tone significantly after listening to some people say a sad farewell to a radio partnership that was back on the air like two months later and is still going to this day so no one needs to get emotional about it. This isn't like when I finished the original run of The Bugle and I wanted to go to the States and throw rocks at HBO's offices for daring to tear apart such a beautiful thing. It was fine.

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It feels like Klipse pays off to Dom for not giving him love or anything. Cause he let him being failure in case of failing missions and even paying him.

And even imagine at least three clones, Six, Drezz and Dom, sitting at same table at dinner with Klipse. Dom and Six are fine, if not counting that he at that time was in depression, and Drezz like :/

Also, Dom gets a monsuno with drillhands. Hargrave has such things but it's backpack. And it supposely was Hargrave who made new Dom's monsuno since in that episode butler made one for himself too.

Klipse does sound like the parent who just gives kids money and presents to say they care, and just neglect them because they’re a nuisance to him. Like he made for a purpose, but they’re not robots! They have emotions and want things, and Klipse just wants them to go away with what money he has on him.

If Klipse, Dom, Drezz, and Six were seating at a table eating dinner after the merger of their factions, it might as well be the most awkward dinner ever. Now, there’s like three adult at drinking age, so add alcohol into the mix and it’s just everyone but Drezz and Six drinking to forget their problems in the family. I’m not saying Drezz and Six won’t drink, it’s just they’re probably wanting to make sure Dom can safely walk into his room without tripping over stuff. They’ll probably sneak a bit of liquor into their rooms just to bond over the change in their lives.

I don’t blame Hargrave making Dom Pyro’s new Monsuno. If those two had bonded more closely between seasons then it wouldn’t be too far fetched to say Hargrave made him a Monsuno to show how close they’ve become. It’s actually sweet if Hargrave did so since, compared to why Six got Archaic Lock from Klipse, he made Don’s new Monsuno out of genuine emotional support.

#monsuno #anon ask

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TEASER: Kim Seokjin and the Mean Omega

Pairing: Nerd Alpha Kim Seokjin x Popular Omega Reader

Genre: A/B/O • Enemies to Lovers • (Sorta) College AU • Best Friend's Brother AU (Who is surprised? No one?)

Teaser Word Count: 3.6K

Teaser Warnings: A/B/O sexual dynamics • suggestive content

Rating: Explicit (18+) (Teaser is PG-13)

Summary: In the modern world, alphas are almost unheard of so why even bother learning about them? After all, as a spoiled (but reasonably kind-hearted) omega who is used to getting whatever she wants, you have better things to do. However, when unexpected circumstances throw you in the path of (extremely) nerdy and (probably?) shy Kim Seokjin, you're shocked to discover that he won't be wrapped around your little finger as easily as all the rest. Bringing that infuriating geek to his knees quickly becomes your personal mission in life... But it turns out that Kim Seokjin is not what he appears to be and the mean omega who eats beta boys for breakfast is about to get way more than she bargained for...

Author’s Note: This story would not be here without the love, support and friendship of my incredible support system. You talk with me, you laugh with me, you listen when I’m crying, and you read my chaotic drafts when I am ready to pull my hair out of my head in frustration. I love you all. @ppersonna @xjoonchildx @untaemedqueen @lemonjoonah. ALSO thank you to each and every one of you who encouraged me to post this story. This fic is dedicated to all of you as a token of my love and appreciation. Your support keeps me writing. Never doubt that for a second.

“...due to discriminatory anti-alpha policies in the late nineteenth and early twentieth century, alphas were nearly eliminated from the general population…”

You heaved a weary sigh and rolled your shoulders—stretching the buttons of your high-end Oxford shirt to their limit. The beta sophomore to your right whined audibly and you smirked.

“...despite efforts to restore the genetic balance of designations, alphas currently comprise less than one percent of the population…”

Your back arched slightly as you crossed your legs, letting the absurdly short hem of your skirt ride up even higher. The poor boy you were tormenting shifted miserably in his seat.

How was he supposed to focus on a Human Biology and Designation Studies lecture when the living breathing embodiment of every sweaty undergrad’s fantasies was twisting her fingers in her hair and wrapping her pretty pink tongue around a strawberry lollipop right there in the middle of class?

“...unlike betas and omegas, alphas possess enhanced strength and the ability to compel other designations with their voice. Unmated alphas especially were often baselessly feared and distrusted...”

You knew exactly how you affected boys like him. You were a shameless tease who relished their attention and the power it brought you. Who needed drugs when driving a man mad with desire was a rush more potent than any high?

“...and that’s all for today so please read pages 450-466 in the text over break and remember to turn in your essay on scent and consent in intimacy—”

That poor sophomore looked like he had finally worked up the courage to speak to you, but you were already out the door and tearing down the hall toward your beautiful (and entirely platonic) counterpart, Kim Taehyung.

“Do you think Professor Moore is unaware that class is over at 3:25 or is he just torturing us for science?”

Taehyung shrugged, falling into step beside you with practiced ease.

“I mean I would torture you for free so it’s hard to say.”

The corner of your mouth quirked up at his characteristic dry humor, but the irritation at being held in that sweltering lecture hall for an extra ten minutes had frayed your temper.

“It’s the last class before spring break, I’m sure he was on some sort of twisted power trip.” You dug around in your purse for some chapstick, ignoring Tae’s amused snorting, “Alphas barely exist anymore and none of us are likely to meet one. Why bother learning what they can do?”

Taehyung tilted his head in amusement.

“You might be surprised.”

The final party before the beginning of spring break was always a laid back affair.

Many people had already caught planes to their various destinations, but your flight was scheduled for early tomorrow morning—leaving you with some time to kill.

Taehyung pressed his newest experimental concoction into your hand within minutes of entering the house (a surprisingly neat bachelor pad owned by two seniors, Jung Hoseok and Min Yoongi) and then darted back to the kitchen to craft more questionable alcohol potions like a deranged party warlock.

You had just found a comfortable place on the couch and were contemplating whether sampling your best friend’s mad scientist elixir would be worth the probable damage to your body when—

“H-Hello...”

It was that sophomore from your Designations Studies class. What was his name again? Jungwoo? Jinwook?

“Jungkook,” you smiled, delighted to have remembered before it became awkward. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

You motioned to the empty cushion next to you and the man in question scrambled over like he’d won the lottery.

“I—I know we don’t know each other well, but I noticed you were absent during Professor Moore’s lecture on intimacy and scent consent so I—” he blushed deeply, “I wrote the essay for you—and I brought a copy on my flash drive if-if you want it.”

Your heart melted immediately.

“Oh my gosh Jungkook, that is so sweet of you!”

Your gaze darted over his muscular form and thick brown curls.

Sweet indeed.

“I don’t want to miss out on the learning though,” you pouted, placing a hand on his tattooed bicep. “Can you explain it to me?”

Jungkook nodded vigorously even as his wide eyes fell to where your fingers were sliding slowly over his chest.

Scent consent was a pretty basic and universally known concept, but you really were touched by the handsome sophomore's consideration.

Why not give him (and yourself) a little reward?

“Um so basically if two people are involved in...intimate activities—”

You leaned forward to nip his ear lightly and he whimpered.

“Like this?” you asked innocently.

“Y-Yes. Like that.” He gulped. “In an intimate situation consent or refusal can be smelled. The scent of refusal or reluctance in intimacy is strong, unmistakable, and has a high chemical potency.”

“Is that so?” you drawled, sliding over onto his lap. Jungkook’s eyes rolled back into his head and you bit back a grin.

He was adorable.

“Uh-huh—it—oh my gawd,” (you were nibbling on his ear again) “it can immediately block sexual arousal and performance in the other partner. Meaning, if consent is not present, then it becomes difficult or—ahh” (his voice began to waver under your continued attention) “—or even impossible to continue with intimate acts.”

Your hand slid up to his cheek, bringing him closer till your lips were almost touching.

“Then what does it mean if I’m still so turned on right now?”

“It means,” Jungkook shuddered—nearly delirious with your scent, “that I really really want you.”

Across the room, Park Jimin chuckled as he watched you seduce his enthusiastic friend.

Jeon Jungkook was such a sweet kid.

Hopefully he wouldn’t get too attached.

“Wow... Some people are genuinely born blessed I suppose.”

Jimin turned to see Jung Hoseok eyeing the dimly lit corner where you and the eager young sophomore were exploring each other.

It was a rather...provocative spectacle. Not quite raunchy (you weren’t truly an exhibitionist)—just insanely sexy.

Jimin’s gaze lingered on the smooth curve of your thigh where Jeon Jungkook was currently holding on for dear life.

Lucky bastard.

“Ah you know how she is,” he sighed. “That boy isn’t going to get any farther than anyone else.”

It was relatively common knowledge that you liked to mess around but rarely—if ever— fully hooked up with anyone.

Jimin asked you about it once during a drunken game of truth or dare and you had just shrugged, mumbling something along the lines of avoiding STDs (which—to be fair—was at least part of your motivation), but the truth was a little more complicated than that.

In terms of experience, you weren’t a virgin, but... you hadn’t actually had sex in years.

You loved the chase, the foreplay, the build-up—the game of cat-and-mouse between two people who were attracted to one another.

But the final consummation was always so…

Wildly unfulfilling.

Every encounter left you frustrated. Empty.

Grumpy—even.

So you stopped bothering with it all together. (That was what sex toys were for after all.)

At the end of the day you were perfectly content being labeled a tease—it meant that people tended to know what they were (or rather weren’t) getting into when they rolled the dice with you.

Besides…it hadn’t even put a dent in your throng of admirers.

You were sunny, spoiled, indulgent, almost universally adored—

And you loved every minute of it.

“You know…” Hoseok took a long sip of his drink. “I always thought she would end up with Taehyung, but it’s been three years.”

Like you, Kim Taehyung was a trust fund brat and it was only natural that two beautiful and absurdly privileged people would gravitate to one another. You met at a freshman pledge party and had been an inseparable (and formidable) dynamic duo ever since.

The undisputed king and queen of campus.

Yes—maybe the two of you were a little self-absorbed at times, but it was hardly your fault that people tended to instinctively cater to the force of your combined looks, wealth, and charisma.

And it didn’t hurt that neither of you were ever intentionally cruel or unkind.

Just... habitually thoughtless.

(Though not when it came to each other. If anything your friendship was one area where you were both a little more human.)

Jimin shook his head.

“Nah that’s never gonna happen.” He tapped his nose. “They’re scent-crossed.”

Hoseok’s eyes widened.

“Really?”

Scent-crossed pairs didn’t smell sexually attractive to each other.

Like. At all.

No matter how physically or visually appealing an individual might be, it would be near impossible to form a sexual or romantic attachment to them if you were scent-crossed. Alphas, betas, and omegas were all subject to their noses first and foremost in the realm of attraction.

You and Taehyung smelled like comfort and home to one another...

But you were more turned on by a crisp cup of apple juice than you were his scent and the feeling was quite mutual.

He might as well have been your actual brother.

“That explains so much.” Hoseok snorted as he watched a drunken Taehyung do a flying leap on top of both you and Jungkook.

“Why is sunlight so offensive?” you croaked, dragging yourself and your luggage toward the boarding ramp next to an equally miserable Taehyung.

“The next time I book a flight before 9 AM, please shoot me,” he grunted.

Your parents were celebrating their twenty-fifth wedding anniversary with a month-long European cruise so your best friend had graciously invited you to spend two glorious weeks of spring vacation at his family estate.

The invitation had actually come as somewhat of a surprise because—for all your closeness—Taehyung was uncharacteristically tight-lipped about his family.

Not that he was deliberately withholding information per se… It was just that he never really brought them up beyond an occasional passing comment.

The one time you did ask him about them directly he sighed and said—

“We’re very close, but… I suppose we’ve just gotten used to being very private.”

There was clearly more to the story, but you were confident that Tae would share it if and when he was ready.

“My parents are in Seoul opening a new branch of the company. They took my little sister with them and my older brother has his own house so it will be just us.” He snuggled deeper into the first class seat directly next to yours. “We’ll hang out by the pool and chill during the day, then hit up some of the new clubs or whatever at night.”

“So… No one from your family will be there?”

Perhaps the invitation was not so surprising after all.

“Nope. Just you and me and thirty acres of ocean front property.”

You grinned.

“Perfect.”

“Whose room is that?”

The two of you were lugging your bags down the main hall of Taehyung’s expansive mansion when a strange hint of...something caught you right by the nose.

Your friend turned to find you frozen and staring curiously at a familiar door near the balcony.

His eyes widened, but you were too preoccupied to notice his momentary concern.

“That’s just Jin’s room.”

A firm hand wrapped around your wrist and dragged you away, but your eyes stayed glued to the source of the mysterious scent until you were around the corner and out of sight.

Your suite for the next two weeks was right across the hall from Taehyung’s. There was a whirlpool, a full bath, a balcony, and an ocean view that would rival the cover spread of any travel magazine.

Tae headed for the shower (to ‘wash the airplane off’) immediately after showing you the room and you were thinking of doing the same except…

Your mind kept going back to that door and the hint of scent you detected.

There was something… different about it.

It was faint—and far from fresh (which made sense considering that one of the few things you did know about Kim Seokjin was that he hadn’t lived in this house for years).

But still…

The need to smell it again pressed insistently at the back of your mind.

Suddenly the sound of Taehyung singing raunchy lyrics in the shower carried over through the walls and you found your feet moving almost of their own accord.

What Tae doesn’t know won’t hurt him, you rationalized, making your way down the hall toward Jin’s door. Besides—it’s not as if I’m going to steal anything…

You just needed to find that scent again.

By the time your fingers closed over the knob every one of your nerves was strangely—acutely—alert but nothing could have prepared you for what was waiting behind the door.

Oh. My. Gosh.

“What a colossal nerd.”

The room was covered floor to ceiling in Nintendo memorabilia.

Bright primary colors assaulted your eyes from all directions in the form of action figures, posters, pillows, and every other conceivable merch variety known to man.

In the center of the suite stood a large king-sized bed covered in a custom black couture toile-style Mario-verse bed set (that looked every bit as expensive as it was geeky) and a mountain of high quality Nintendo character plush toys.

Everything was simultaneously luxe and nostalgic—a rare combination of sophisticated aesthetic balance and childlike indulgence.

And the scent was there.

It was faint and covered under layers of cleaner and air fresheners, but still lingering just below the surface—too weak for you to get a really good whiff, yet potent enough to torment you.

You moved forward unconsciously toward the strongest source of the hypnotic smell—the strangely inviting expanse of Kim Seokjin’s mattress.

Suddenly the urge to climb—no crawl—across the bed itself and roll around in it like a kitten in catnip gripped you out of nowhere.

“What the hell?” you muttered, rubbing absently over the mating gland at the base of your neck.

Something very odd was going on with your body.

Your restless gaze zeroed in on one of the stuffed toys piled atop his pillows. It was a cute little mushroom man your brain recognized as a Mario character named ‘Toad’.

Take it.

Your mouth dropped open in shock.

You need it.

“Am I going insane?” you wondered aloud.

You have to take it.

Muscles in your hand began to twitch involuntarily. You bit your lip.

Bring it back with you.

Several minutes later a freshly washed Taehyung wandered over to your room and found you sitting perfectly still on your bed while staring off into space.

His head tilted in curious concern.

“Everything ok?”

You started a bit at the sound of his voice, but recovered quickly.

“Never better!” you chirped—almost too brightly. “Let’s go get some dinner, I’m starving.”

Then you grabbed his hand and pulled him down the hall toward the kitchen—shutting the door before he could catch a glimpse of his brother’s stuffed Toad doll stashed underneath your pillow

“...a critical water main rupture in the city’s New Market district early this morning has forced several residents out of their homes as flood water swelled up to nearly two feet. The governor declared a state of emergency and ordered hotels around the city to accommodate the displaced citizens. Crews are still clearing the water and assessing damages. We expect—

“Hey!” you shouted through a mouthful of cereal, after Your best friend switched off the television, “I was watching that!”

“And what you should be doing is getting ready for the pool.” Tae snatched your cereal bowl and dragged you by your shirt collar toward the stairs. “It is the first morning of our vacation. I’m not trying to waste any time. Now go.” He shoved you forward, smacking your ass for good measure.

You swatted back at him half-heartedly as jogged back up to the room where you enjoyed a surprisingly restful sleep last night.

Kim Seokjin’s door glared at you accusingly as you shuffled past—unable to let you forget that you had kidnapped it’s little mushroom man in an unexplained fit of kleptomania, but that was a problem for your future self.

The you of right now was going to zen out in the Kim family's premium glass-enclosed indoor pool (it was still a little chilly for the outdoor pool) with her best friend and bask in the simple joys of good company and no responsibility.

...Or not.

A few minutes later you bounced into the living room wearing a simple black tankini with a cute floral cover only to find Taehyung on the phone with his head in his hands.

“Yes, sir. I understand… I...I know this is my responsibility...”

That didn’t sound good.

After a few more tense moments, Tae hung up and collapsed backward into the couch with a heavy sigh.

“That water main break you heard about on TV this morning was the last straw between the province and its current contractor. They called an emergency meeting for new bids.”

Your heart dropped as you sank down beside him.

“Your dad wants you to go...doesn’t he.”

Taehyung nodded miserably.

“He can’t leave the Seoul opening on such short notice and managing government construction contracts is part of what I’ve been training for. This could be huge for our company.”

“Well...why doesn’t your brother go?”

“Jin is the brains behind most of our patented gaming and tech innovations. He wouldn’t even know where to begin with this sort of thing. Besides,” his lips quirked up in a rueful grin, “my brother doesn’t have the patience to stroke entitled geriatric egos for hours on end—which is likely what I’m going to have to do.”

The two of you headed back to Taehyung’s room where you helped him pack some suits and toiletries for his trip.

Naturally you were disappointed but...this was a great opportunity for your best friend to prove himself in his chosen field and you both knew it. In fact, he was already starting to brighten a bit.

“The meeting is about a hundred miles north of here. My dad’s secretary already handled the flight and hotel room.” His eyes darted around the suite to see if he was forgetting anything.

It was clear he was nervous, though you were sure he didn’t need to be. Kim Taehyung was a trust fund brat, but he was also talented and deeply passionate about his family’s company.

Someday this would be the norm. The two of you were stealing time in college, determined to live a little before the expectations of your powerful families transferred fully onto your shoulders.

It was becoming more and more clear, however, that your carefree time was slowly running out.

Mother had already spoken to you about potential marriage alliances and your father expected you to intern with his Vice President this summer just as your elder sister had...

Taehyung’s voice suddenly interrupted your bittersweet introspection and you couldn’t help but smile at how grown-up he looked in his suit and briefcase ensemble.

Everything was going to change, but not quite yet.

“They estimate negotiations should take around a week or so…” He walked over and pulled you into a tight hug. “There should still be some vacation left for us when I get back.”

“Hurry back then,” you mumbled grumpily into his chest and he chuckled.

“I will.”

Taehyung had been gone for less than twenty minutes when you decided that the best use of your time would be to eat more snacks.

The last thing you expected when you skipped merrily into the kitchen was to find it occupied by a shaggy-haired homeless man in glasses.

Your first instinct was to scream which caused the homeless man to drop the apple he was biting right onto the floor where it rolled around for a small eternity before coming to rest at his ankles.

Your second instinct was to grab a butcher’s cleaver from the nearby knife block and wave it chaotically at the intruder while shouting something along the lines of—

“You’ve made a huge mistake! My boyfriend is the biggest, meanest mafia boss in Seoul! Leave now and he might let you live!”

The homeless man continued to stare at you with a mixture of confusion and shock, but made no move to run away in terror like you were hoping.

So you tried again.

“Didn’t you hear what I said?! The last man who touched me drinks his steak through a straw now! Do the smart thing and leave before my boyfriend comes down those stairs and it’s too late!”

Infuriatingly, the homeless man was still not fleeing for his life and frankly you were starting to get frustrated. You drew in a deep cleansing breath and were prepared to issue another grandiose threat when he finally spoke.

“I’m sorry, miss. I... think there’s been some sort of mistake. Who is your boyfriend?”

There was no rational explanation for what came out of your mouth next, but it rolled off your tongue so smoothly and you didn’t even flinch.

“Kim Seokjin.”

For the first time in your entire exchange, the intruder looked truly alarmed.

Now that’s more like it.

“You’ve heard of him I see. He’s a dangerous man and my body belongs to him.” You slammed the cleaver down onto the countertop with a (hopefully) menacing slash. “Kim Seokjin doesn’t like when other men put their hands on what belongs to him.”

There was a long, unpardonably tense moment of silence…Then the stranger slowly reached forward and picked up a mobile phone from the table in front of him.

His eyes remained locked with yours as he pressed a quick series of buttons, brought the phone to his ear, waited a few seconds and said—

“Taehyung… Would you mind telling me why there is a half-naked, knife-wielding omega in our kitchen claiming to be my girlfriend?”

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progress and such

ah i never updated. so the moving company did come as promised for my sister on Sunday. apparently, on thursday, one of their crew foremen had a serious heart attack, so they’re down a crew, and one of their biggest trucks was in the shop with a broken lift and they got it back and the fucking lift still doesn’t work. and on friday, when they were supposed to come for her, they were at a job that had been quoted to last 3.5 hours, but when they got there, the customer had a bunch of shit that hadn’t been on the inventory, and there were several large items that needed disassembly that they’d said they’d have dissassembled but then hadn’t done so, and the job took 8 hours instead, with no notice, so-- well the movers were super apologetic to my sister about the delay, and had brought an extra person at no extra charge, and afterward knocked some of the time off and didn’t charge her as much as they might have, and also were exceptionally polite to her and also to her housemate.

Also they congratulated them on the purchase of the house and said “you’ll make so many happy memories together here” and in general really super obviously assumed that what they were dealing with was a lesbian couple. Afterward my sister was like “oh i did have a pride banner hung up in the living room” which actually was my doing, i thought it was cute and had stuck it on a hook that was already there.

ANyway. There’s still a lot of shit in my sister’s apartment but we’ve done a lot more work and there’s less and less. we’re closing in on the end, on being out by july 1st.

There’s so much goddamned liquor, and Farmsister actually described it to our mom, who has been fretting that M-L was becoming an alcoholic-- and Mom was so reassured, because a genuine addict would not have a thousand half-empty bottles each one of a different liquor. No, an addict would have empty bottles. Clearly the problem M-L has with alcohol is just that she really likes to collect things-- and to be fair, there are no two bottles of the same thing, not even wine. She just has every single possible conceivable cocktail ingredient you could ever want, which is ridiculous, but does serve extremely well to highlight the fact that no, she does not have an actual addictive problem with alcohol. Kind of backhanded reassurance but it is genuine reassurance.

Anyway. Went and helped her pack more of her stuff Monday night, but that might be the last time I’ll be able to help her, because of Assorted Chickeny Tasks for much of the rest of this week. I’m going to throw this post in the queue which is why I’m being vague about it, because I keep picking away at writing more of it in little dribs and drabs here and there, so who knows what day it will be when it goes live.

oh monday was a day of screen doors-- I should get a reasonable blog-shorthand name for the person who is now most concisely described as my middle-little sister’s housemate, but it’s @unicornduke, who no longer has a tumblr, and it feels weird to use that as a nickname, but like, why not i guess. anyway she stopped by and helped me hang the screen door on the south door of my cabin, which was awesome and I had been wanting to do for weeks and last time I visited had been promised help with by a couple different people and then there just never was time. Anyway. Now that’s done. And then I stole the fabric magnetic-closure flappy screen door that had briefly been up at the new house but had gotten pulled down for the movers and honestly didn’t really work in that doorway very well anyway, and stuck that to the east-facing door, which isn’t getting a proper screen door because I’m planning to screen in that whole porch eventually, but I’m not going to get that porch screened in until after the siding’s done, so for the forseeable short-term future I need a temporary screen door, so. Anyway that’s all taken care of and now it’s being 50F at night but when it’s 90 again (like it was on sunday) that’ll be totally sick.

Tuesday was chickens and it went smoothly despite three regulars being missing, we just sort of figured things out on our own. Most notably, one of the part-timers who’s here three days a week and has been mildly annoying BIL by not being a fast worker including during slaughter days came in to do evisceration and absolutely shone there, he was so well-suited to it-- listened well, was great about asking questions, kept up his pace as well as could be, meshed well with us, really took to it well. So the thing about working on a line like we do with chickens is that if you’re just not a hustle-y sort of person it’s easy to get overwhelmed and fall behind and just not be good at adjusting to keep up etc., and that was the difficulty he’d had out on the plucking table. But in the evisceration room, regardless of how backed-up everything is, you’re working on one bird at a time, and it’s really obvious that’s how he does best, he gets a task and he does it until it’s done. So it was good data to have, that he’s better-used in that kind of context. He also helped us package and was quite cheerful about learning new things there too. We quite like him as a person, so it was nice to find jobs that match his skills.

I am quite tired but not as badly so as I might be, all things considered, so I’ll take it.

Oh, a sort of gross-funny-weird anecdote from processing-- we’ve currently got three cockerels wandering the barnyard, all sons of the late lamented Lil Roo (a heritage Silver-Spangled Hamburg rooster) and the broody Barred Rock Henrietta, and one of them hopped up onto the trailer full of crates of meat birds awaiting processing. He checked them all out, and when he found the coops with the 20 Freedom Ranger birds, which have striped feathers similar to his, he started doing fancy dances for them. It’s partly the markings, I think, as they look like the hens he’s used to-- his mother was a Barred Rock and so are most of the adult hens on this farm-- and partly that Rangers are slower-growing than Cornish Crosses and thus were older birds.

Anyway, we processed the Rangers first, so when he came back he was looking for them and they weren’t there and he seemed sort of depressed. “Where did the sexy chickens go,” my sister supplied, as his line.

He is getting a new home next week, though-- he and his brothers are going to get caught and thrown in with the new half-grown pullets for next year’s egg flock, who are finally old enough to come out of the brooder and go out on pasture. They’re still too young to care about a rooster for those particular duties, but the other thing roosters do is that they tend to protect a flock from predators and other dangers, and these three cockerels have been free-ranging around the barnyard for almost a year now and haven’t gotten eaten, so they very obviously know how to survive, and will likely help the new girls transition to life outdoors.

So, no more startlingly beautiful cockerels wandering the barnyard and crowing in alarming places at unexpected intervals, but we rather think they’ll be happy having jobs and like, girlfriends. They’ve been surprisingly mellow with another’s company but they definitely would rather there be hens.

#about the author #personal #tw alcohol #chicken processing #farm life

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monstersandmaw · 3 years

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Female character x male vampire (WIP - Chapter One) (sfw)

Hello folks. It’s been approximately 84 years since I posted a new monster story, I’m well aware, and I’ve got other writing obligations I desperately want to finish, but this idea struck this evening, and I ran with it for an hour or so. Inspired by this ask about what ammounted to essentially a vampire sugar daddy which seemed to tickle a few people’s fancies. aka a sugar vladdy.

Featuring: a (rightly) protective werewolf bestie, consumption of alcohol, a dhampir, a character approaching financial distress, an attempted assault in a dark alleyway and a timely rescue, and a bit of a mystery vampire character... *shrug*

(If you recognise the names, I’ve recycled some characters from a very very old vampire story of mine - kudos to you if you remember it - which I now guess isn’t going anywhere, so they might as well get some air time here).

Bear in mind that it’s a work in progress, and not exactly thoroughly edited (it’s midnight here now too) but here’s the first chapter for you. If there’s interest in more, please let me know. Same for that werewolf story I mentioned a while back, which is also 3rd person. I tend to lose heart easily, so if you’re inclined to let authors know you’re interested, I’m always up for hearing that. If you’re not, then I hope you have a lovely day, and that you find the stories you are actually looking for in abundance! :)

Enough waffle.

“Fuck it, you know what?” she snarled, leaning across and grabbing the incoming whisky cocktail before the glass had even hit the wood of the bar, and draining half of it, “I honestly would consider becoming a ‘blood baby’ at this point, Lana.”

Lana’s eyebrows rose and she blinked, but didn’t stop her friend from intercepting and draining her Old-Fashioned. “You know that’s no way to treat a friend or their cocktail,” she said dryly, but sighed and ordered a replacement with a quirk of her lips that spoke of many appropriated drinks in the past. The server nodded and returned the smile before returning their attention to their work.

With her steady, golden eyes trained on her friend’s admittedly rather wan face, Lana leaned back a fraction and surveyed her. “Alex, are you seriously telling me that things have got so desperate that the idea of being partly drained of blood whenever the hell some leech fancies it is genuinely appealing to you.”

She looked about half a heartbeat away from staging an intervention, and Alex groaned, swirling the lone sphere of ice around the dregs and watching it spin.

Whether her grimace was from the bitter orange peel she’d accidentally imbibed or from Lana’s words, it was hard to tell, but Alex shrugged. “I’m broke, El. I’m about to lose my apartment because I haven’t paid my landlord in four months and she’s finally run out of patience, and I can’t afford storage for my furniture so I’m going to have to sell that too and live out of my car because I’m not —” she said with a finger pointed at Lana’s face but a softer light in her eyes “— crashing on your sofa again. I love you, El, but I'm well over the experience of living with a werewolf after our time together in college.”

In answer Lana’s eyes flashed, but it was playful, and the low, rumbling growl that emanated from her was subtle enough that only Alex heard it. This wasn’t a supernatural bar after all, and elegant young women did not go around flashing torch-bright eyes and snarling wolfishly at their drinking companions here. Not usually, at least.

“You might as well finish that, since you’ve gobbed all over the glass,” she said, eyeing the glass in Alex’ hand. “But seriously, if you need help finding a job, I can put a few calls in.”

Alex had been on the point of saying she didn’t feel comfortable with that when two things happened at once. While Lana was distracted receiving her replacement drink from the server behind the bar, a figure brushed past them and slid something onto the wooden counter beside the now-abandoned glass before slipping away.

Alex twisted on her bar stool to follow them, but the throng in the room had swallowed them up before she’d even seen what they looked like, so she turned her attention to the small business card in front of her. Around the outer edge of the matte black card, a whisper-thin gold line framed the name embossed in gold lettering in the centre.

“Nathaniel Duross,” Alex murmured, turning the card over to find a landline phone number and nothing else.

At the sound of the name though, Lana jerked back to look at her, eyes wide, drink in hand. “What did you say?”

She held up the card and waggled it between index and middle fingers. A patch of mulberry nail varnish which had smudged while putting it on caught her eye and she wrinkled her nose in annoyance. “Someone just left me this.”

“Fucking leeches,” Lana snarled, snatching the card from her and bringing the long edge up to her nose and inhaling. Her upper lip curled and she crumpled it into the palm of her hand. “They really are fucking predators, Lex. They lurk in places like this, waiting for some poor desperate sod to —”

“— oi!”

“No, you are. You’re fucking desperate, and they can sense that, and they prey on you. They’ll exploit you — literally suck you dry — and then dump your body in the harbour.”

Alex stared at the abandoned business card, slowly unfolding a little on the bar like a spider on its back.

“Promise me you won’t actually do something this stupid?” Lana said more gently this time, leaning forwards and pressing her hand over hers. “Lex, if you need a job, we can get you a job, ok? Hell, I’ll employ you myself if I have to.”

“I’m an historian, El. I don’t know the first thing about… coding or whatever it is you do,” she said, fighting off a fresh wave of dejection.

“I mean it. I’m not trying to tell you how to live your life, but I know vampires, Alex. I know what they’re like. They live in creepy covens in expensive mansions, feeding off the compound interest of investments they made centuries ago and the blood of poor souls they thrall along the way. And this Nathaniel Duross? He’s a fucking prince among their kind.”

“Meanwhile they’ve all got glowing things to say about the werewolf community, right?” she said and Lana snarled. “A prince though, you say?” she added and Lana looked ready to shift then and there, secrecy be damned.

“This isn't about species rivalry, Alex. This is about me knowing what I’m talking about, and trying to keep my best friend from selling her own fucking blood to survive!”

They dropped it after that, but Alex could tell Lana’s heart had gone out of their night, and they called it early. She tried not to feel patronised when Lana insisted on walking her all the way to her front door — not hers for much longer — but the soft look in Lana’s golden eyes as they flashed protectively drew a watery smile.

Lana hugged her close. “It’s gonna be alright, moonbeam,” she whispered in Alex’ ear, and at the decade-old pet name, a solitary tear rolled down her cheek and into Lana’s mane of curly blonde hair. “I promise. You’ve always got a safe space to crash with me, and I promise I’ll even get the vacuum cleaner out for all the fur…”

“Daily,” Alex said, cuffing at her face to wipe the tears off. “But I hope it won’t come to that.”

She spent half the night putting in job applications to all museums and cultural organisations in the county, and a few more in London just in case, and shut her laptop down around 4am.

Three days after the business card of Nathaniel Duross had been surreptitiously slid beneath her nose, she met her first vampire.

Taking a cut-through — even in a pretty safe part of town — at eleven o’clock at night with a grocery bag in each hand, was probably not the wisest move, but the plastic straps of the cheap bags were digging into her fingers and the bags themselves were in danger of giving up the ghost, and she was so fucking tired it was a miracle she’d even mustered the strength to go to the cheapest supermarket on this side of town. And, even in the cool autumn air, her new supply of frozen ready meals was beginning to defrost.

One minute the alleyway was devoid of everything, save for a puddle glinting like mercury in the orange streetlight ahead, and the next, a short, wiry figure stood in front of her, blocking her exit onto the busy A road beyond.

Her heart leapt instantly to her throat and she froze.

The figure, an androgynous silhouette in skinny jeans and a biker jacket, cocked their head and took a step towards her.

“Fear sweetens the blood, you know that?” they rasped in a husky voice that fell somewhere between tenor and alto.

Vampire. Fuck.

“Yeah, but fear-sweat smells so bad,” she blurted. “I mean, why would you want that wafting around your dinner table.”

Red eyes flashed like twin embers and the vampire laughed. “You know what I am?” She sounded half-impressed and half-disgusted.

“Duh?” Alex shrugged. Dammit, but where was your hulking six-foot werewolf bestie when you needed her?

A boot shuffled close behind her and she spun with a gasp to find two more vampires standing shoulder to shoulder to prevent her escape that way, red eyes glowing.

“I thought hunting in packs was a werewolf thing?” she said, cursing herself the instant the words left her mouth.

The one in front of her moved in a blur, disappearing and reappearing with her hand on Alex’ jaw and her teeth grazing Alex’s throat. She smelled like jasmine and something altogether more metallic, and Alex wanted to gag. With a cold hand, the vampire yanked Alex’ head to one side at a painfully sharp angle and licked all the way up her jugular from collarbone to earlobe, and shuddered. “I can feel your heart pounding, human,” she said, her lips brushing against skin with each syllable.

Fear got the better of her and Alex fell silent, shaking.

I’m going to die, she thought as teeth pricked and the vampire giggled. The words dropped through her brain like so many little pebbles, and as they hit the calm pool at the bottom of her mind, she went completely blank.

A new set of footsteps sounded from behind her attacker, and her gaze slid over the vampire’s leather-clad shoulder to find a slender figure approaching slowly up the alleyway, wearing a smartly tailored grey suit with the empty left sleeve tucked into the pocket, and with long pale hair pulled back into a sleek tail. A mellifluous tenor voice, bored and barely articulated, drifted over the space between them, and the vampire at her neck froze.

“Kate,” the newcomer purred, and a faint accent — French? — laced their words as they continued. “This one is destined for an audience with the prince. I would suggest you not poke her full of holes and taste her before he does.”

Slowly, like a burr being pried from a woollen jumper, the vampire’s fingers unlatched themselves from her neck and she stepped back, hissing.

“Dhampir,” she sneered. “You think you get to order me around? Why is she so special anyway?”

“‘Dhampir’, ‘Daywalker’,” the newcomer drawled. “‘Halfbreed’, ‘mule’… I’ve heard it all before, and I assure you, none of it bothers me.”

The dhampir drew to a halt in front of Alex and held out their glacially pale right hand to her. “My name is Florian, and I represent Nathaniel Duross. I left you his card the other day.” He licked his lips, and cocked his head. “I assume you’ve had the chance to think things over?”

“Excuse me?”

He smiled minutely, and then cast the other three a weighty look. On some cue that Alex missed entirely, the three of them melted away into the night to leave her and the beautiful figure alone in the rain-soaked alleyway.

He folded his right arm behind his back and assumed a bored stance, though he looked about as ready for anything as a drawn bowstring, and levelled her with a blue-eyed stare. “You made no secret of the fact you were interested in exchanging your blood for the means to support yourself. Have you changed your mind?”

“I wasn’t aware that I’d submitted my application directly to you,” she snapped, tightening her grip on her shopping bag. The contents were going to be mush if she didn’t get going. “I was just talking with a friend.”

The faintest of smiles graced Florian’s Renaissance-Master face, but he stepped aside and inclined his head a fraction.

Taking it for a dismissal, she marched away, but Florian extended his right hand, palm facing her to stop her in her tracks. She stared at him, heart lurching again, but he only glanced down to where she saw another business card between his fingers.

Immediately she could see that it was different from the first, with an address in gold letters too beneath the name.

“Should you change your mind,” he said, retreating another step. In the blink of an eye, and with the soft rush of air, he had vanished completely.

Tears swam across her vision from shock or delayed terror, but she forced them down with a long, slow exhale and bolted from the alleyway.

Not until she had rammed the lock home on her front door did she feel safe once again, and if she added an extra few cloves of garlic to her pizza before she threw it in the oven, well, she couldn’t be blamed for being extra cautious.

While she waited for the timer to go, she turned the new business card over in her hands, thinking.

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to be continued...?

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Genshin Boys With A Dense Crush (Part 2)

Here is part 2~ so, the reason why I didn't include Bennett and Razor is the fact that I can never write for them, like IDK why but its just very hard for me. So yeah, sorry about that. Part 1 (Albedo, Childe and Diluc)

Chongyun

Dense + Dense = more dense

It was painfully obvious that Chongyun likes you but for some reason, he can’t quite figure that out for himself

But everyone around them knows

Xingqiu is actually on the road to writing a book about the two of you

Xiangling, Xinyan, Hu Tao, and Yan Fei are betting on how long until Chongyun realizes his feelings

Chongyun doesn’t know why he likes to see you every day, wants to have meals with you, and why he gets uncomfortable when he sees you with another person and smiling at them

Maybe it was the work of g-

“Oh I like them” -Chongyun one day when he woke up

He consulted his best friend Xingqiu about this and Xingqiu just placed his books down and said “dear archons finally, it was getting very painful to watch”

So the two started planning a cute little confession scenario

Somewhere Xinyan and Yan Fei are crying because they lost the best but Yan Fei is arguing that betting was illegal and has no ground in the law… Yan Fei, you betted with your conscience please stop

Anyway!

The pair of best friends decided to go with a simple type of confession because less is more in Xingqiu’s books

It was going so well, a cute dinner and all of that

“I like you Y/N, can we be more than that?”

Oh is that Xingqiu, Xiangling, Xinyan, Hu Tao, and Yan Fei spying on both of you from the bushes? Why, yes indeed.

“You want to be best friends Chongyun? But don’t you have Xingqiu as your best friend already?” - you with your ever so innocent voice and expression

Chongyun is frozen in place

Xingqiu, Xiangling, Xinyan, Hu Tao and Yan Fei are betting again this time how many times will Chongyun get a friendzone

Kaeya

Someone revive him

He can’t take your dense nature anymore

This is Kaeya after all everything he does allude to something so WHY WON'T YOU GET IT STILL

“Oh, Kaeya? You like someone!? Can you introduce me to them?” - you asking excitedly upon hearing his and Rosaria’s conversation

Kaeya was pretty sure he was describing you

Rosaria is holding back her laugh, she can't breathe… SOMEONE SAVE HER

“I love them but this dense attitude is too much!” - Kaeya as he slams his fist on top of Diluc’s bar

“Have you tried wooing them?” - Diluc as his wiping a glass down, he's so nonchalant about this situation LMAO

“HAVE I TRIED?” - Kaeya sounding very offended

“How about getting a white bed sheet and painting “will you marry me Y/N” on it?” - Rosaria

“Yeah, they leave me no ch-”

“Sit down, don’t embarrass yourself like a child” - Diluc pushing his brother down to sit

“HOW WILL I GET MY FEELINGS ACROSS THOUGH!”

“Just confess, normally… like… a normal person” - Diluc

Kaeya decided that in two days time he was going to confess to you, two days because he needed to make sure it was perfect

But the moment he saw you laughing with some random guy all the planning was thrown out the window

“Meet me in front of the church when the sun rises” - Kaeya to you when he passes by you at the corridor of the headquarters

When you arrived, he made you stand at the flight of stairs in front of the church while he went down

He kneeled with his right knee touching the ground and he pulled a very neatly folded white sheet from his pocket

He unraveled it and wrote, “WILL YOU MARRY ME Y/N?”

But even before you can react a thunderous shouting can be heard and a chuckle

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!? I SAID CONFESS NORMALLY!” -Diluc

Thoma

I’m going to try but still little info on this new pyro husband

Thoma is a very understanding boy

He likes you so much that he's willing to wait

But damn has he been waiting long

He decided he was going to confess to you today as well!

“Y/N! I like you!” - Thoma

“I like you too! You are like my best friend!” - you

Every time this happens Thoma stress eats.

Ayaka is giggling because he has never seen her friend like this

He's trying his best for you to like him, he cooks for you, takes care of you, guards you, protects you…

WHAT IS HE DOING WRONG!?

“You know the festival is ongoing” -Ayato as he watches his sister’s friend mop around like a puppy who has been kicked. “Why don’t you try confessing properly and straight-forwardly there?”

That gave him an idea

He dragged to the talisman-wishing thing and told you that you two should make one

When the both of you were done, you should each other what you made and to your surprise, Thoma made a drawing of the both of you holding hands

“It’s not us being best friends forever” - he clarified

“It’s me hoping to spend many more years beside you as your lover.”

Venti

Barbatos aka Venti the Bard has been singing a lot of love songs lately

Especially when you were in the audience watching

He always likes your smile especially when you were watching him

So when the two of you were strolling around near the church of Monstad

He decided that he was going to confess today

Years of being alone and he finally get what Vanessa told him about meeting the right person

“Y/N, I love you-”

“Aww, Venti, I love you too!”

“Really?!” - Venti very excitedly

“Yeah! I love you as a friend! We’re like besties!”

Dvalin felt that

Andrius felt that

Hell even Vanessa felt that from Celestia

“Oh I got to go, bestie, I have something to do! See you tomorrow!”

Lately, the winds of Monstad have been depressing?

“I don’t understand! I thought they liked me back!” Venti his chugging his alcohol while Diluc looked at him in irritation

Diluc wants to kick him out but Venti is Monstad’s archon so he decided against it

“Venti! There you are!” - you

Venti hears your voice and because his drunk his happy instead of upset

He throws himself at you in an attempt of a sloppy hug

“Y/N! I love you~”

“I love you too, we are fr-”

“NO! I LOVE YOU LIKE A SIGNIFICANT OTHER I LOVE YOU! THAT TYPE OF LOVE THAT IF YOU ASK ME TO FIGHT MORAX I WOULD!”

Xiao

When Xiao first had these feelings he was confused

He lived a long life and this was the first time in his life where when he sees someone his chest becomes constricted and warm

“Xiao! Do you like traveler!?” - you excitedly

Xiao felt a tightening in his chest not that good type but am i being stab right now type of tightening

His answer would usually be along the lines of no and he can’t have relationships with mortals

He usually has a lot more patience with you compared to others but hearing you say that he looks good with someone else just made something in him snap

He didn’t mean to shout at you nor did he mean it when he said you should leave him alone

That’s why he's waiting for you at Wangshun Inn, his loneliness grew into worry when after 2 days you weren’t back yet

Upon eavesdropping around he also found out that no one has seen you and your last known location was Mt. Hulao and he immediately began to worry because that place was prohibited to humans

“Are you looking for someone?” - Mountain Sharper appeared behind Xiao as he reached the top of Mt. Hulao. “Are you looking for a mortal perhaps?”

“How did-”

“-That mortal is pretty noisy, they don’t stop talking and they know you.”

Oh, the warm feeling in his chest is back because they were talking about him which means that they weren’t angry at him!

“Where are they!?” Xiao would realize and I swear to you his ready to break every amber rock around Mt.Hulao

“Calm down, they are currently collecting Qingxin flowers”

Right on cue, “XIAO!? IS THAT YOU!?” he heard your voice from behind him, when he saw you, he immediately rushes to you and hugs you

“What are you doing here!?” Xiao would ask, his voice was raised only because of relief

“Oh, I got lost! And Moon Sharper here saw me, we ended up chatting and I guess I forgot the time, he shared so many stories about y- WHY DO YOU LOOK LIKE THAT ARE YOU HURT!?”

“I’m alright… I just… I m-miss…”

Moon Sharper is just looking at this scene and he knows he's about to spill the hottest tea next time the adeptus (idk plural form okay) have a dinner party

Xingqiu

At first glance, it might look like that he isn’t affected at all

But internal his boiling

WHY WERE YOU SO DENSE

IF IT WEREN’T FOR HIS CLAN'S TEACHING AND WHAT NOT HIS PROBABLY ABOUT TO ASK YOU FOR A FIGHT

“You’ll make a great husband someday Xingqiu, I know it! Your future wife would be so happy!”

“I want you to be my wife though”

“What was that?”

“NOTHING!”

He knows he needs to move so he can win your heart but how can he when you were dodging every advance he makes

What is more frustrating is that YOU ARE NOT EVEN DOING IT ON PURPOSE

As an author he wants to experience romance first hand, so he tries to be romantic about it but this was frustrating

He decided to pull his last technique from his sleeves

He lent you a very romantic book and between one of the pages he inserted a paper that read “I wish for you to be my muse.”

If that doesn’t work Xingqiu is going to ask you to fight him

Zhongli

Zhongli, Rex Lapis aka Morax has lived thousands of years

Yet this is the first time he encountered someone so dense at first he taught you were just kidding and pretending but when he described what he likes in someone which was pertaining to you

You simply said “WOW THEY SOUND WONDERFUL AND YOU MUST REALLY LIKE THEM BECAUSE YOU SOUND SO IN LOVE” at his face with genuine awe, there was no sign of you being flustered and whatnot

Hu Tao was there to witness this and the younger female had a good laugh when she witnessed this

Zhongli is now praying to Guizhong for help and patience

He first wondered if the reason for such behavior was because you dislike him but it wasn’t the case because you would always smile when you see him

Which makes his knees very weak

In heaven, all the dead gods are laughing at him

He has lived for so many years and yet he doesn’t know what to do because he wants to spend years with you

But a part of him says this isn’t right because his an immortal and you were a mortal, someday him being a former god would drive an enigma in the future

That’s why he was also hesitating on his part

“Zhongli, look-look! A merchant from Monstad gave me a Cecilia!” - you snapping him from his thought, he's a tall man so you had to tip-toe to put the flower in his hair

“There you look even prettier now!” - you smiling up to him

As you were withdrawing your hand, Zhongli grabs it and places it in front of his lips

“I love you Y/N”

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asavt · 3 years

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Another cookie squad Headcanons

Featuring Sparkling, Vampire, cellphones and the Espresso and Madeleine Story of how they came together. Consider it an AU now baby!

-As a note, when I say the squad I'm mostly referring to the adults, so no worries about Walnut or Creampuff useless I mention them too

-Each one of the squad has been in Sparkling's bar at last once. There's no need to say who has been there the most. Sparkling has a time every time someone besides Roguefort comes, because to him it's mostly like "Oh I'll finally know the continuation to the burnt toast accident or maybe the cat catastrophe? Maybe a new POV of the--"

He practically knows a lot of what happens in between the squad.

-As another note, Sparkling's bar is called Milabo (You know, like the song from Zutomayo of the same name, which, btw, I relate a lot to Latte)

-*A great part of this “AU” is kind of inspired by the song. Part of its lyrics and vibe.

-Vampire is there most of the time when the squad visits the bar (it's almost as if he never leaves the bar and this is definitely not me low-key putting sparkvamp in this oh no--) Sometimes the fakes his sleep to listen to the things others say (Which is how he knows most of Rogue's pan-ic).

-Walnut has been in Sparkling's bar too, but at day and for case-solving purposes only. Sparkling will give her some alcohol-free drink for free sometimes (mostly because he gets along pretty well with the nut family and because Almond usually pays him whatever he serves her).

-If the squad had cellphones (and probably an app like discord because.), their group chat would initially be called "Coffee mage appreciation group" and then be changed to "Coffee bean appreciation group"

Coffee Bean: Can we please change the group name and mine?

Guided by the Devine: No <3

Coffee Bean: Fuck you.

-*And they all would dedicate half their time to make fun of Almond but with love.

-Espresso has been mistaken for a dark mage before by Almond. It was how they meet actually. Almond had pulled him to interrogate him and got a long lecture on the differences between black magic and coffee magic.

-Madeleine gets along rather well with Roguefort. Rogue seems impressed by Maddie’s acting skills.

-Madeleine is currently living with Espresso. Out of his armor most of the time. He usually takes care of keeping the house clean and preparing meals (He never really had to cook before but the first dish he made wasn’t bad at all). Sometimes he will tag along Almond in the detective’s work, or Almond will ask for his help.

-I’m still unsure if I want the Almond/Roguefort/Latte to be romantic or platonic. But honestly? Both are good. Latte is pretty close to Almond and Roguefort but not in the way she is with Espresso (that makes them look like siblings jkashduawhu). Perhaps I’ll keep it platonic.

-The Espresseleine/Madespresso story of how they came together, because I seem to not be able to write it down JSHALDHUIWADWA-

--It happens after the Puppet Show mini quest. Madeleine starts to ask for Espresso's "assistance" in different mission that are given to him. Angel is there too, of course.

--During these missions is that Essy clarifies that no, they are not friends, no, he does not like Madeleine. Bringing up the knight begin too prideful and self-centered if not all then most of the time.

--Is not until one of their missions goes wrong, were Angel is knocked out and Espresso (seeing and knowing that if Madeleine is knocked down too they might not be able to go back to the kingdom ever) pretty much receives a rather big attack for Madeleine is that he kind realizes the facts given by espresso true. All while he is carrying Essy and Angel back to the kingdom, running and exhausted too.

--Clover begin kind of a mediator between the two (I want to see more of my son--)

--"Devine, protect us" Should happen too after this. An scenario like, Madeleine coming to think something like "I'm the shield, the one who goes on the front line and receives the blows for those who can't, always looking straight ahead... but if I am doing that then who watches my back? Who do I rely on and trust to take care of most enemies so the damage received is not overwhelming...?"

Power of team work baby!!!

--As a note to this, Maddie getting his cape damaged as well as his hair. So, you get short hair Maddie~

(I've been drawing him with short hair in secret now I have an excuse to show)

-- "You...cut your hair..." *Madeleine touches the points of it with one of his hands, pensive* "...pft it'll grow back!"

--There's also this "Search for your own light" thing between Angel and Maddie. Angel encouraging Madeleine to do so. Maybe Madeleine giving his best wishes to them for their wish to fly before they decide to part ways.

--Madeleine trying other ways to befriend Essy. Which at first Espresso mistaken as the knight usual attempts to befriend anyone he sees out of habit and attention seeking, but once they realize the feeling is completely genuine, Espresso is rather perplexed.

--"You can't just befriend people by buying them gifts (although I do appreciate them)" "Then what?" "hmm..."

--Said gifts used to be rather expensive things, simple though. Eventually Madeleine settles to just pass by Espresso's place, give him any food he had bought that day (which usually is glazed donuts), ask if he needs any help with something (getting a vase, materials, moving things), and if not then he just says his good byes, best wishes and silently leaves. (A note on the "silently leaves": Madeleine is pretty much used to speak loudly and enter loudly anywhere, he still does this at this point, but when it's about Espresso he is a bit more quiet, a bit showy over his entrances still, but less loud, and he actually knocks the door)

--Madeleine eventually manages to go out with Espresso to other places that aren't some place in the forest full of enemies. Probably after some more visits to his place and more calm talks between the two, Madeleine brings up that Espresso tends to act a bit cold or distant towards a lot of people, and that, although he understands his discomfort at begin in public spaces or too long out of his work, he should try and open up a bit. This reminds Essy of a certain friend he hasn't seen in some time, and from whom he keeps getting letters.

--Shenanigans.

--There's still some bickering between the two, always with a playful undertone though.

--Espresso explains Madeleine, one time the knight has gotten Espresso wrapped in a blanket burrito again and got him to bed, that sometimes, no matter how tired he might feel, he is simply unable to sleep. Part of a headcanon of mine that coffee magic has this side effect on it's users, prolonged usage of this kind of magic will induce a high caffeine kind of state, which on the long run can fuck up the user's sleep schedule. Madeleine understands this, but remains stubborn about keeping Espresso in the bed so at last he can get some rest from his work and clear his mind a little, the idiot falls asleep in the process and Espresso doesn't try to wake him up.

--This happens several times after, neither of them thinking of the implications of not begin bothered by the sudden closeness they share until it's too late.

--Espresso realizes first that he has slowly, yet nicely, fallen for Madeleine. I think I talked about this before but I'll do it again: Is in one of the times Madeleine has gotten Espresso to bed to get some rest, Espresso not begin able to fall asleep and Madeleine doing again. Is while he thinks of how he has gotten to know Madeleine for real, not the Knight Commander from a noble family or the Chosen by the Devine, but as he is, that he comes to think that "Ah.... I love him" and he remains calm about it.

--Espresso doesn't overthink it, just thinks that, if Madeleine ever got an interest in him, he would surely show it. So he waits. Even if in the end his feelings aren't mutual he knows he'll do just fine remaining friends.

--Madeleine realizes not many days after. And the realization hits him like a truck. Alone in his place and probably in bed looking at the ceiling thinking about Espresso. Once he realizes and thinks about it a bit more his face gets all red and chooses to scream in the pillow.

--He would think about telling Espresso as soon as he can, after all, he doesn't want his feelings to make their friendship weird. He values it, a lot. Maybe because his friendship with Espresso it's the first one where he genuinely wanted to become friends with someone.

--Espresso takes the confession calmly, gets all flustered after they kiss for the first time.

--As a few extras of this: Madeleine goes back to the Republic, asked to be seen by his family and Espresso goes to Parfedia, where a few students have applied to his class to his surprise. When they see each other again is at Parfedia (Madeleine sending a message to Espresso beforehand about his arrival) -there was this one drawing I did once of Maddie running to hug Espresso, something like that happens-. Madeleine gets very clingy for some reason, which they speak later and comes out as “Home doesn’t quite feel like home…” “Why is that?” “I don’t know… maybe I’ve become used to be around you”

--Espresso lets ends up letting Madeleine stay with him until he either feels like returning to the Republic or is called back, whatever happens first (though none will happen for maybe a year or a little more).

--Ends with Madeleine meeting Latte and Almond.

#Headcanon time baby!#The cookie squad #Espresso Cookie #Madeleine cookie #espresseleine #madespresso #Roguefort cookie #Almond cookie #Latte Cookie #Sparkling cookie #Vampire cookie #Walnut cookie #Bar gays

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