#i do apologize for any inconvenience for you lovely folks

[mildlybizarrecorvid]

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[moon932]

do you guys think neuvillette’s perception of himself is also influenced by how people regard the rain?

like i know there are the melusines, his whole story quest was about that. but something that always always sticks out to me is whenever neuvillette brings up the rain, he’s always apologizing for it.

take for instance, in his when it rains voice line: “Ah, my apologies. This heavy rain must be quite the inconvenience for you.” this is under the assumption that he’s the one causing it to rain and not a natural cycle. which adds a whole other layer to it because he’s essentially apologizing for his having and showing his emotions.

and we know he likes the rain. he enjoys taking walks when it’s raining and finds solace in it when he’s stressed or needs time to sort out his thoughts.

this thought first stuck out to me from aforementioned story quest, because in the flashback scene the first thing we hear is “Ugh, it’s raining again?” which considering these are neuvillette’s memories, and that’s the first thing he remembers when it’s raining-

there was also that line where he says that there is a difference between how others perceive him and how he perceives himself. which if we’re going with him associating himself with the rain, which why wouldn’t he? is there really any question to why he’d see himself as separated when the first thing that happens when it rains- when he expresses emotions- is people’s derision?

yeah logically he would know people don’t usually make that connection, bc the hydro dragon is only supposed to be a local legend to the common folk, but insecurities don’t really care about logic y’know.

idk, i always love seeing neuvillette explored in fics and stuff and this is just something i don’t think i’ve seen really delved into? and i think in this situation it would be more akin to him leaning into his apathetic front that he’s known to have as the chief justice because what else should he do? show emotions? but look at how everyone already reacts to that when they don’t know it’s him specifically.

also, this got me thinking of vautrin and his impact of neuvillette’s character, so maybe be a look out for that rambling in the future if you’re interested in that? :>

[rfaromance]

hello! I'm new to ur page, so i know ur taking time off for health reasons (get that rest bae take care of urself) but i was wondering if u could do a hc about how the RFA would react to a metalhead/heavy goth mc!! I've been playing the game again but it's weird being a heavy alternative enby and being compared to rika lmfao. thank u so much if u end up doing this one!! ♡

Yoosung is the one who immediately gets roasted for comparing you to Rika. "It's not about appearance!" he'd whine. "I don't even know what they look like beyond this profile picture!" Even when you're gushing about the latest release from your fave heavy metal band and going on your latest (valid) anti-capitalism rant, he would still be enamored. "It's their heart. They have a good heart that wants what's best for good people." Rika is a state of being, an ideal, a concept he has put on a pedestal to help him cope with his grief. He thinks the fact that you have more piercings than Rika is neat, actually, and may want your help the next time he touches up his roots.

Zen finds you to be a kindred spirit, of sorts. Someone who goes against the grain, against how society "expects" people to behave. Ever devoted to his friends, he may actually start acting overprotective! He knows he got into a lot of trouble as a teen, and he doesn't want you to make the same mistakes. You may have to gently remind him that just because you dress a certain way doesn't mean you act a certain way, and that stereotypes don't benefit anybody! (He quickly apologizes and goes back to being his usual self, but he will dote on you quite a bit.)

Jaehee of course is one of the people reprimanding Yoosung for comparing you to Rika. Some may think that someone as straight-laced as Jaehee, a top student and hard worker, may look down on alternative folks. On the contrary, she admires you! When growing up, she always worked herself to the bone and kept quiet, behaving in a way that wouldn't inconvenience her aunt & uncle. She actually wishes she could express herself more instead of just plowing through school and work to land a well-paying job, all in the name of "not being a burden." Maybe you can teach her how to be more comfortable with herself and her own wishes and desires, instead of following the path that she (and capitalism) thought was "best" for her.

707 thinks you're super cool. Genuinely. For starters, you're going to have him reflecting a lot on his own gender identity. He knows he loves dressing in women's clothes, but he also has days where he wants to be a strong & handsome man. The idea that he can be both or neither... Sorry, he's going to be having a Talk with his new nonbinary bestie. He's also going to want your help with his makeup. Oh, my goodness. He's going to look at the bands you're into and look at your own appearance and go, "Teach me eyeliner. I am begging. I will get on my knees and beg." Much like Zen, however, he will worry a bit. He knows you're a kind soul, but he also knows his agency (and others like it) are quick to prey upon those who feel they don't have a place in the world. "Don't answer any phone calls from strangers, you hear?" (As if you weren't led to the apartment by a mysterious text in the first place....)

Jumin is another one who people may expect to be judgmental or critical. Instead, he's fascinated. At first you may feel like a bit of a guinea pig or science experiment with the way he just flings questions at you, but it's his way of expressing his interest. Jumin is someone who doesn't openly talk about his interests because apparently, a perfect CEO-in-line isn't supposed to enjoy the nuances of dark magic, the supernatural, or reality shows where cats compete to see who can carry the heaviest fish. Your openness and unapologetically being yourself will catch his interest. He cares about you a lot.

[the-duck-dealer]

Sonic the Hedgehog - Toy Kingdom Calamity

[Christmas Eve. Sonic dashes through Twinkling Village, gazing at all the Christmas lights, then up at the aurora in the sky.] Sonic: Man, I love this time of year. [Suddenly, Sonic hears angry shouting nearby.] Sonic: Huh? [He sees a large crowd of people surrounding a Toy Kingdom delivery station.] Sonic: These folks don’t look so holly-jolly. [Sonic taps one of them on the shoulder.] Sonic: Hey, what’s goin’ on? Civilian: Toy Kingdom hasn’t delivered any Christmas packages! They were supposed to arrive this morning! …Say, aren’t you…? [Sonic steps through the crowd, reaching the front window. He knocks on the metal shutter] Sonic: Yo! [It opens. A worker drone answers.] Drone: We are sorry. There has been a delay in shipping. We apologize for the inconvenience. Please go home. Goodbye. [It slams shut.] Sonic: …Uh…? [He knocks on it again. It opens once more.] Drone: We are sorry. There has been a delay in shipping. We apologize for the inconvenience. Please go home. Goodbye. Sonic: …Okay. That’s not suspicious at all. Maybe it might be a good idea to check things out. [Sonic turns to face the crowd.] Sonic: Hold on, folks. I’ll get to the bottom of this. [Sonic dashes into the night.]

Sonic: Toy Kingdom’s comin’ up. Let’s see what all the fuss is about. [Sonic skids to a stop outside the outer walls. The drawbridge is up…?] Sonic: Huh? That’s weird. This place is usually open 24/7. In fact, I’ve never seen it closed! Sonic: HEY! Konstruct-A-King! You in there? Hello??? [Some Toy Guards pop their heads over the kingdom walls.] Sonic: Oh, hey! What’s the deal, guys? Why’re all the drawbridges up? It’s Christmas Eve! [They aim their guns at him and open fire.] Sonic: Woah--Hey! [Sonic leaps and avoids their gunfire, kicking up some snow and launching snowballs at them, knocking them back.] Sonic: So much for a warm welcome! [Sonic dashes up the wall, leaping over the top and tying the guards up in christmas lights.] Sonic: You guys don’t seem like yourselves. What’s the… deal…? [Sonic sees armies of Badniks patrolling the kingdom. Equipment and toys are being moved around like crazy.] Sonic: …You’ve gotta be kidding me, doc. [One of the Guards manages to break their arm free and call on the radio.] Sonic: Hey! [Sonic kicks the radio out of their hand.] Sonic: Nobody likes a snitch, little guy. [Alarms go off in the area. Sonic glares at the toy soldier.] [A miniature Eggmobile with 2 sidecars flies in. A spotlight centers on Sonic.] Sonic: Oh, look. The three stooges. [Orbot, Cubot, and Tribot hover overhead.] Orbot: Sonic?! Cubot: Uh-oh! Eggman’s not gonna like this! Tribot: I am! I can’t wait to stomp that little blue thornbush! Woo-hoo! [Orbot presses a button on the Eggmobile, and a giant, robotic nutcracker deploys from a nearby warehouse and drops down in front of Sonic. The Eggmobile’s sidecars detach, and take their places in the shoulders of the mech. Orbot’s Eggmobile sits atop the hat, and the mech’s eyes light up, raising an axe.] Sonic: Heh. Alright, let’s do this! [The Egg Cracker's axe slams down in the snow. Sonic dives out of the way, running up the base of the axe and spin attacking Tribot's Eggmobile.] Tribot: Hey! Get off! Orbot: I got him! Hang on! [A large, comically sized nut is loaded into the Egg Cracker’s mouth. The Egg Cracker bites down, and spikes are sent outwards in all directions.] Sonic: Woah! [Sonic ducks, avoiding one of the spikes, then leaps off as another spike hits Tribot’s Eggmobile.] Tribot: Dang it, Orbot! Watch where you’re aiming! Sonic: Man, I can’t believe Eggman trusted you guys to handle this job. Tribot: WHAT’S THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?! [Tribot swings the axe again, and Sonic backflips out of the way.] Sonic: I gotta do something about that axe… Or better yet… Use it against them! [Sonic dashes away as the giant mech begins to chase him. He slides under each axe swing, before stopping beside an electrical transformer.] Sonic: Betcha can’t hit me! Tribot: Are you CHALLENGING ME?! [Tribot raises the axe.] Orbot: Tribot, wait! Don’t! He’s trying to trick you! [The axe hits the transformer, and sparks fly, electrocuting the mech and the three shapebots.] Cubot: Ugh… Even I wouldn’t have fallen for that. Orbot: Yes, you would’ve. [Sonic launches off of a spring and onto Tribot’s pod, shattering the glass.] Sonic: Pardon me. Tribot: WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! [Sonic toys with the controls, forcing the mech to toss the axe up into the air.] Orbot: Uh-oh. [Sonic salutes, before leaping off of the mech just before the axe impales it.] [The Egg Cracker crumbles to pieces, and the 3 Egg Mobiles detach from the robot.] Cubot: Let’s get out of here! Sonic: Hey, where’re you three goin’? No time for a snowball fight? [Sonic spindashes in the snow, launching hundreds of snowballs into the Egg Mobiles, knocking them out of the sky. The three shapebots fall out of their vehicles.] Orbot: Wait, wait! Don’t-! [Sonic lifts them all up, juggling them around.] Cubot: I’m gonna be sick!

[Meanwhile, inside the Toy Kingdom castle…] Eggman: Ohohoh! Construction is going swimmingly! Soon, all the world’s toys will be yours, my dear! Sage: Father? Eggman: Yes, my little omelet? Sage: There is a disturbance outside. Eggman: Hmmm? [Sage points at a monitor. Security footage shows Sonic messing with Orbot, Cubot, and Tribot.] Eggman: You have GOT to be kidding me! Metal! Make that rodent carol in pain! [Metal’s eyes glow in acknowledgement. His thrusters fire up, and he takes off through the open window.] Orbot: Uncle! Uncle! Sonic: All right, all right. I’ve had my fun. See ya! [Sonic tosses all three of them into the air, before kicking them into a nearby dumpster.] Cubot: My head… Tribot: That was a pretty good throw, though… Orbot: Shut up, you two. Sonic: Well, better get back to it. Now, which way--Oof! [Metal Sonic lunges into Sonic, knocking him off of his feet, before kicking him across the path.] Sonic: Metal! Just who I wanted to unwrap this Christmas! [Sonic uses Sonic Boom to push Metal back. Metal’s thrusters flare up. Sonic leaps over Metal’s head as he flies past. Metal’s torso spins around, and he punches Sonic in the face.] Sonic: Oof-! Lucky hit. So, what are you and Eggman up to, huh? [The two clash, accelerating into each other.] Tribot: YEAH! KILL HIM, METAL! RIP HIS QUILLS OUT! [Tribot’s sudden outburst startles Metal. Sonic takes the advantage to kick Metal upwards, before following up with a Loop Kick. Metal skids across the pavement, glaring at Tribot.] Tribot: … Tribot: NO REGRETS! [Metal turns back towards Sonic. Sonic charges a peel-out, before blasting off in Metal Sonic’s direction. Metal prepares to counter, but as Sonic closes in, he starts to slip on the icy road.] Sonic: Woah, woah, WOAH! [Sonic slides straight towards Metal, who simply holds a fist out for Sonic to smack into.] Sonic: Ngh… Too slippery out here for me to get traction… Gotta find somewhere I can run! [Sonic leaps onto a rooftop, leaping from building to building. Metal pursues quickly behind.] Sonic: Still keeping up, eh? Alright. Catch me if you can! [Sonic sees the Toy Kingdom Castle atop the mountain.] Sonic: (I bet that’s where Eggman is hiding… Just gotta lose Metal, first.)

[codenamehazard]

.:InFAMOUS headcanon/dabble thing?: Cole's hair:.

Typing this on mobile, so formatting might be a little weird, so I apologize for that. This is the first time posting a headcanon and I don't know if this will become a more regular thing or not, but I figured I could throw my hat into the ring and see what happens.

Besides, InFAMOUS needs more love and especially Cole MacGrath.

Here goes nothing, wish me luck!

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Hair, you can style it, color it, cut it, shave it off, let it grow, regardless of what you do with it, it is something you control. Some fuss with it as an expression of one's personality, other style it in certain ways for reasons more practical.

In the beginning, Cole's reason for having his hair shaved could have been many, personal preference, another jab of defiance towards his folks, pragmatic reasons. We may never know why.

After the blast, the Demon of Empire City found himself a new reason for the shaved head. His powers.

We get glimpses into Cole's life during the first 2 weeks of having his powers and learning to control them in the comic "InFAMOUS: Post Blast", but there were probably more mundane details that the comics didn't cover. The smaller challenges that were more akin to dealing with inconveniences and nuisances. Things like struggling with his clothes or bed linens sticking to him like a pair of socks stuck to a wool sweater after a good tumble in the dryer or figuring out how to not accidentally fry his phone so he can stay in touch with Zeke and Trish.

One of these little struggles was concerning his hair.

Perhaps sometime after awakening from his post power coma, Cole goes to do his routine of shaving his face and hair and he notices something odd. How the small amount of hair-growth that was on his face was standing on end. Or maybe he was simply relaxing when he noticed the peach fuzz on his body sticking up, like someone was holding a statically charged balloon near him.

However he discovered it, the end result is the same.

His hair had a static charge and he knew it would be an absolute pain in the ass to deal with and he didn't want to look like those mad scientists you saw in b-list horror movies. So out comes the razor and short goes his hair.

Do I believe that Cole does let his hair grow out from time to time? Possibly, but only a little bit, like buzzcut length. Any longer and he'd be having to either discharge the hair all the time or constantly have dryer sheets on his person to de-static the hair.

Shaving it off leaves him with one less headache to deal with.

[xaurianqueen97]

Hello you lot, I am 27, she/her, on antidepressants, have insomnia, but online I like to generally have a good time. Online I like to go by Lily, I post whatever catches my fancy and my current obsession changes every few months when I burn out. I like to play those cross stitch games on my phone or dig big holes in Minecraft while I listen to podcasts or YouTube videos because I also have ADHD.

I came of age on fanfiction.net and used to roleplay on Rise of Kings, if any of you remember that old minecraft server lemme know, I miss it dearly. I wrote a bit of fanfiction (nothing completed) a decade ago and have been trying to get back into it ever since. On a good day I'll write a few hundred words. Most of my writing habit is carrying a pen and notebook in my purse at all times and hoarding notebooks in general. I have dozens.

I'm a supporter of original characters, a mary sue apologist (they are not all built the same), and I think one should write fanfiction for yourself first, if other folks like it that's a bonus.

My tumblr name is a reference to a universe/lore I've been building since I was a child, it's still under development and I can only talk about small chunks before I run into a plot hole i haven't fixed or some history I haven't finished. I adore Xaurius to the death, along with its rulers, the Raven family. My precious, tortured babies.

I try to comply with DNFs but if I follow you on accident go ahead and let me know, or block me, and I apologize in advance for the inconvenience.

I like interacting with folks, but I don't always respond super often cause mental health, work, real life/adult shit, or I just can't think of a good response at the time.

Anyway, love y'all, sorry my early reblogs aren't tagged, I tried doing so but it took like 7 straight minutes to scroll back to my first posts and while I enjoy repetitive tasks I don't enjoy them THAT much.

Oh, and I have read through tumblr a bunch over the years, but early 2024 is when I properly started using it as intended. I enjoy it a lot!

I'll add more stuff here and relevant tags later.

[lovehealgrow]

How People-Pleasing May Be Affecting Your Romantic Relationships

Ever found yourself bending over backward to keep your significant other happy, even if it means putting your own needs on the back burner? Well, you’re not alone. Today, we’re diving into the fascinating world of people-pleasing and its unexpected impacts on romantic relationships. From the subtle compromises to the bigger dynamics at play, let’s unpack the nuances of how the desire to please can sometimes leave us with more questions than answers in the realm of love.

Am I A People Pleaser?

So how do you know if you’re just a nice person, or if you have issues with people-pleasing?

A people pleaser is someone who goes to great lengths to gain the approval and acceptance of others, often at the expense of their own needs and desires. People pleasers tend to prioritize the happiness and well-being of others over their own, seeking validation and avoiding conflict to maintain positive relationships.

Here are some signs that you might be a people pleaser:

Difficulty saying no: People pleasers find it challenging to decline requests or say no, even when it’s inconvenient for them.

Fear of rejection: A strong desire to be liked and accepted can lead people pleasers to fear rejection or disapproval from others.

Overcommitting:People pleasers often take on more responsibilities than they can handle, trying to meet everyone’s expectations.

Avoiding conflict: People pleasers may go to great lengths to avoid conflict, even if it means suppressing their own opinions or needs.

Constant apologies: Apologizing excessively, even for minor things, is a common behavior among people pleasers as they try to maintain peace.

Ignoring personal boundaries: People pleasers may sacrifice their own boundaries to accommodate others, even when it goes against their own well-being.

Difficulty expressing needs: Difficulty articulating personal needs or desires is a sign of people-pleasing behavior, as they prioritize the needs of others.

Seeking external validation: Relying heavily on external validation for a sense of self-worth is common among people pleasers.

Feeling responsible for others’ emotions: People pleasers often take on the responsibility for the emotions of those around them, feeling personally responsible for making others happy.

Lack of assertiveness: Difficulty expressing opinions, standing up for oneself, or asserting one’s needs is a common trait in people pleasers.

It’s important to note that occasional people-pleasing behavior is normal in social interactions. However, if these patterns consistently dominate your interactions and negatively impact your well-being, it may be worth reflecting on and setting healthy boundaries.

How People-Pleasing Affects Romance

While everybody wants to get along with their partner, there’s a difference between cooperative communication and people-pleasing. Consideration and compromise are vital to any healthy relationship, romantic or otherwise. However, when people-pleasing becomes a pervasive pattern, it can lead to a plethora of problems. For example, one of the primary signs of people-pleasing in romance is the tendency to prioritize a partner’s needs and desires over one’s own. This may initially seem selfless, but over time, it can erode your sense of identity and autonomy.

Folks who habitually engage in people-pleasing often struggle with setting boundaries in their romantic relationships. They may find it difficult to express their true feelings or desires, fearing that asserting themselves could lead to conflict or rejection. This lack of assertiveness can create an imbalance in the relationship, with one partner consistently giving in to the other’s wishes while suppressing their own needs.

The fear of disappointing a partner can drive people-pleasers to overcommit and take on responsibilities that may be beyond their capacity. This overextension can lead to stress, burnout, and resentment, ultimately jeopardizing the emotional well-being of both partners. A relationship built on the foundation of people-pleasing is at risk of becoming codependent, with one or both individuals relying heavily on external validation for their sense of self-worth.

Another aspect to consider is the impact of people-pleasing on communication within a romantic relationship. People-pleasers often struggle to communicate openly about their feelings or concerns, as they fear the potential negative consequences of being honest. This can lead to a lack of authentic connection and understanding between partners, as important issues may go unaddressed or be downplayed to avoid discomfort.

The need for external validation from a romantic partner can hinder personal growth and development. People-pleasers may become so focused on meeting their partner’s expectations that they neglect their own aspirations and interests. This can lead to feelings of frustration, unfulfillment, and a gradual erosion of the passion that initially brought the couple together.

It’s crucial to recognize that addressing people-pleasing behaviors in a romantic relationship requires open communication and a commitment to establishing healthy boundaries. Encouraging each other to express genuine thoughts and desires fosters a deeper connection and mutual understanding. Creating a supportive environment where both partners feel safe to be themselves allows for personal growth and the evolution of the relationship in a positive direction.

How To Overcome People-Pleasing In A Romantic Relationship

If you notice that people-pleasing is overtaking your romantic relationship, don’t despair! There are things you can do to help yourself

First and foremost, self-awareness is the cornerstone of overcoming people-pleasing tendencies. Reflecting on our own behaviors and recognizing when we are prioritizing a partner’s needs over our own is a crucial first step. Take some time for introspection, examining the motivations behind your actions and identifying patterns of behavior that lean towards people-pleasing.

Once self-awareness is established, effective communication becomes pivotal. Initiate open and honest conversations with your partner about your desire to overcome people-pleasing tendencies. Share your insights, express your feelings, and convey your commitment to fostering a relationship based on authenticity and mutual growth. Creating a safe space for vulnerability and understanding is essential in this process.

Setting clear and healthy boundaries is another key element in overcoming people-pleasing. Establishing limits on what you are comfortable with and communicating them to your partner helps create a more balanced dynamic. This not only prevents burnout and resentment but also fosters an environment where both individuals feel respected and heard.

Developing assertiveness is a skill that significantly contributes to breaking free from people-pleasing habits. Practice expressing your needs, desires, and concerns in a calm and respectful manner. Remember that assertiveness is about standing up for yourself without undermining the feelings or needs of your partner. Finding a middle ground that honors both perspectives is key to nurturing a balanced relationship.

Embracing self-loveand self-care is paramount in the journey to overcome people-pleasing. Prioritize your well-being and engage in activities that bring you joy and fulfillment, independent of your romantic relationship. Cultivate a sense of self-worth that is not solely dependent on external validation. When you value yourself, you are better equipped to contribute positively to the relationship.

Seeking support from friends, family, or even a therapist can be immensely beneficial. Sharing your journey to overcome people-pleasing with someone you trust provides an external perspective and encouragement. A therapist, in particular, can offer guidance and tools to navigate the challenges, helping you build a foundation of self-awareness and resilience.

Finally, be patient with yourself. Overcoming people-pleasing is a gradual process that requires self-compassion and perseverance. Celebrate the small victories along the way and acknowledge the progress you make in nurturing a more authentic and balanced romantic relationship.

If you feel like your people-pleasing propensity is negatively affecting your love life, you can change things! Don’t hesitate to reach out to the therapy team here at Love Heal Grow. Our relationship coaches and therapists are here to help you. You deserve a healthy, supportive romantic relationship, and we are here to support you and the changes you want to see in yourself.

[mysteryshoptls]

SR Leona Kingscholar Halloween Personal Story: Part 1

"Sorry I couldn't entertain"

Part 1 (Part 2)

[The Other Dimension – Sparkling Chamber]

Leona: [yawn] …So sleepy.

Leona: Ugh, from searching for all the folks who went missing, to fighting ghosts…

Leona: I had to run around so much, it's been such a terrible Halloween.

???: ―You look exhausted, Leona-san.

Leona: Ah? You're…

Jade: If you'd like, please have some of this lemonade.

Jade: The refreshing tartness will help relieve your mood.

Leona: …Huh. How considerate, Azul's Henchman #1.

Jade: Oya, you acknowledged my existence. I'm honored.

Leona: I was just getting thirsty, too. Seems like you sure must be used to being used by him like this.

Jade: Thankfully, I do tend to receive compliments praising my "thoughtfulness."

Jade: However, if I spy someone like you, Leona-san, who is standing by the wall all by his lonesome while everyone else is having fun dancing…

Jade: Even if it were not me who came over, I can't imagine anyone could stand to ignore you.

Leona: Yeah? I'm surprised that there are other such nice guys in this school, then.

Jade: Fufu… Incidentally, I heard that you may have dealt with trouble with Floyd the other day.

Leona: Floyd? …Ah, right, your other half.

Jade: Yes. It must have been just a short time before Halloween Week.

Jade: There was a day where Floyd returned to the dorm quite agitated.

Jade: I was able to extract from him that something had happened between him and you, but I do not know the details.

Jade: Only, a little while ago he had the same sullen look as he did the other day…

Jade: I came to speak to you in order to determine if he perhaps caused any inconvenience for you, Leona-san.

Jade: …Although it seems that his mood has recovered thanks to the uplifting excitement of the party.

Leona: An inconvenience, huh. …Not that I know of.

Leona: Looks like I must have unintentionally soured your brother's mood. My bad.

Jade: ! Oh no, there's no reason for you to apologize, Leona-san!

Jade: It seems as though no major troubles occurred in the present situation, however… the same cannot be said for next time.

Jade: May I hear what happened between you and Floyd so as to prevent any inconveniences from happening?

Leona: Humph, it looks to me like you're not very trusting.

Jade: That is not it…

Jade: Floyd is my only sibling. Isn't it only natural to be concerned over my family's behavior?

Leona: Hah, what beautiful familial love. You're going to make me cry with such heart-warming words.

Leona: A short time before Halloween Week, hm…

Leona: Now that you mention it, I feel like I vaguely recall Floyd showing up during magift practice.

Part 1 (Part 2)

Requested by @ssozidie.

[volucerrubidus]

[ A couple quick reminders! 

If you ship any of the adopted batboys together, my blog is not for you!

Additionally, if I cannot find your age (or what age bracket you are in) on your blog, then my blog is also not for you! 

This is an 18+ blog which believes very deeply in the idea that adoptive family is related. I won’t stop anyone from doing whatever you’d like in your space, but please don’t bring it into my space! 

I do formally apologize, though, as the shipping one was not in my rules, as I had forgotten that it might need to be. I’ll go and update the rules now, so I apologize for the oversight on my part, and hope that there is no further inconvenience to any of my mutuals, old or new!

Have a lovely day, and take care, folks! 💛🌻 ]

[ladymajavader]

I'm sorry but the way some people in this fandom have insisted on romanticizing Liz and M*ria's friendship with Alex and their treatment of him in general has been annoying since s1. You had folks both argue that M*ria had every right to go after Michael because she's been lonely and Alex hasn't been around for a decade and they are no longer close but also they were such good friends there was no need for an apology either. Which is it, people? You can't have it both ways. And the whole Liz had no idea how Kyle treated Alex was always an excuse that had very little basis in reality, not to mention that her not knowing her boyfriend and her closest don't get along would make her an even worse friend. Liz explicitly said she knew Kyle didn't treat others well but he treated her well. She did the absolute least on prom night when Kyle's actions were impossible to ignore and proceeded to spend the rest of the night being romanced by Max. We have literally never seen either of these "friends" even mildly inconvenience themselves to make Alex a priority and the way they're constantly held up as examples of selflessness on the show is ridiculous.

remember how in s1 Alex was allowed to call out Liz being a bad friend but only on behalf of M*ria? Well she's been exactly as bad a friend ever since, especially to Alex, but we can't talk about it anymore. And we all know M*ria has no faults so couldn't possibly be a bad friend. It's actually another point on my "rnm writers' room believes in gender essentialism and that women are just naturally pure and better than men" bingo card, how their friendships are written. Women are the gay man's "best friends" simply because they just are, even though what we've seen is Alex making all the effort, consistently helping them out and literally sticking his neck out for them and the one time Alex's goals and feelings came in direct conflict with M*ria's, her and Liz both decided Alex's feelings were less important (I tried to give Liz the benefit of the doubt before, that she meant "you can't help what you feel" as in "but you can decide how you act", but no. she proceeded to encourage Michael to "admit how he feels about Maria" the very next episode, when, as the theoretical friend of both ends of the love triangle, the least she could do is butt out of it). And after that - the relationships are unchanged! With the women not having to put in any effort. Heck, Alex narrowly avoids having to apologize to M*ria in 2x05. Because see, just having those awesome women consider Alex a friend is enough of an honor. When he gets kidnapped they condescend to ask "Mikey, where's Alex?" and proceed to do more important things while leaving Alex in danger.

I get the longing for depictions of friendships, especially with characters that had so much potential for great dynamics (see @meneatyoghurt's galaxy-brain take here), but what we got on screen is a toxic trash fire instead.

[ftm-radio]

ugh names are stressful and I hate making decisions bc then I just constantly think about what if I did this other thing so I'm gonna ramble about names and indecision for a bit

(spoiler alert y'all can/should keep calling me Jack or JT or Jackalope like you already do lol I'm not changing my name again I'm just thinking out loud)

so I'm Jack. legally. and that makes me happy! I love that name, love being called Jack, love introducing myself as Jack & can't wait to do it more often when I go back to school and have to interact with strangers again regularly.

but there are days like today where I almost wish I still used my old name. I call it my deadname for ease and bc that's just the term we use, but it's.. not really dead — it's one of my middle names now. It's quite feminine, given to me in honor of a great(?) grandmother I never met, and I came up with a shorter form of it to use that felt more gender neutral when I went to college and started exploring my gender.

originally, I planned to keep that name because there weren't any others that spoke to me and I knew I was indecisive and would probs have a horrible time trying to choose a name, AND because I thought it would be badass to be my authentic not-female self while rocking a traditionally feminine name and confusing/surprising people. (oh and i also probably definitely was influenced by my desire to not hurt my parents' feelings and not wanting to have to make people adjust to a new name bc oh no I can't inconvenience ppl!!!)

but then I actually worked to find a new name because I realized I really wanted that change (and ppl being "inconvenienced" isn't my fuckin problem)

there are male versions of my old name. I could have picked something similar but with a decidedly more masculine flavor (ending in a -o instead of an -a, or lobbing off the -la at the end.....). I didn't like those names though, and I wanted a bigger change than one or two letters being changed or knocked off the end.

but it's like.... idk it feels like a missed opportunity? like living my life under that other name and being a man(+) almost in defiance of it is a path I turned away from, and now I'll never know how that turns out and how it would have affected the way others perceived me and how I might have affected others and made them think differently about stuff like names and gender and whatnot. idk.

I'd planned on being this badass dude with a gender nonconforming name and I guess sometimes I feel like im... not as cool for going with a regular masc name in the end??? even though I know it's dumb/silly to worry about how ~cool~ I seem when the only thing that matters is if I'm happy and comfy at the end of the day lmao

idk, idk. maybe I still have a lingering attachment to my old name bc in a lot of ways I still feel like I'm the same person who used that name, like I still look like them & sound like them. maybe with time (and some testosterone pleasepleaseplease) I'll like.. grow up more and look back and realize that yeah that other name definitely isn't me anymore & I would've wanted to change it eventually no matter what.

AND honestly when ppl use the other name for me on accident or bc they don't know im trans I.. Don't Like It. lol. and I'm not sure if it's because I've asked/told folks to use Jack and I don't like that they mess up or because the other name Literally makes me feel ick when I'm addressed with it. maybe it's a bit of both.

maybe I just like the idea of the other name, or of gnc names in general. maybe the solution to this not-regretful-but-kinda-bummed-out? feeling is to make OCs and give them gnc names lmao. I was planning on doing that anyway so.......

if you read all of this apologies for the hopping around & disorganization, but feel free to weigh in with your thoughts about names n shit if you want!

reblogs, replies, & asks are all welcome ✌🏻

[angstyaches]

Why Do Bad Things Happen To Hungry People?

This is my first hunger fic in a very long time. How the hell are you supposed to title these things?!

It’s also the first ever fic from the Lucyverse, as I’ve decided to call it (basically, any fics that follow the day-to-day lives of Lucy’s flatmates).

CW: hunger, overworking, getting stuck on public transport.

___

Autumn waved as she entered the coffee shop, flinching as the little bell over the door went off to announce her arrival. She glanced up at it, gesturing with her palm for it to calm down, as though it should have somehow known she wasn’t a real customer. Payton’s heart skipped a beat as she tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and scampered away to an armchair by the window, not wanting to disturb her partner while they worked.

She was so freaking cute.

“Busy today?”

Payton tore their eyes off the back of Autumn’s head and turned to look at Jake, who had only started his supervisor shift five minutes ago. He was inspecting how much money was in the till as Payton laid out a fresh batch of muffins in the food case. The wafting scents of cinnamon and banana and chocolate were all so enticing that Payton could no longer ignore the fact that they’d had to work through lunch. Going an afternoon without food had left them with an ache in their stomach that had only been aggravated more by the stress of keeping the constant stream of customers satisfied. It had rained unexpectedly all afternoon, which had sent floods of park visitors running for shelter and warm drinks.

“Very,” Payton replied to Jake. “I don’t think we had any free tables for about four hours. We barely had time to wipe them down between customers.”

“Christ,” Jake grumbled, closing the till. “And you managed okay, even though Stephen called in sick?”

Payton gestured around themself, displaying the fact that nothing appeared to have burned down or crumbled. Part of them wanted to complain further about the toll the day had taken on them, but it felt better to just act confident about it. “Everything was fine. Nothing to worry about.”

“They should be paying you as a supervisor, you know,” Jake said. “I’ll talk to Anne about interviewing you.”

“Really? That would – that would be really cool.” Payton blushed, partly from the praise from their superior, but mostly because their stomach chose that moment to twist inside of them, releasing a long, rumbling growl. The music in the coffee shop was low and calming at this time of evening, but… maybe it would still muffle the sound?

When Jake double-glanced towards the front of Payton’s apron, it was clear that the music had muffled nothing.

“Sorry.” Payton placed a hand over their belly. “When Stephen couldn’t come, it meant I couldn’t take my lunch break.”

Jake frowned and glanced at his watch. “Your shift started at ten thirty, right? You haven’t had a break since then?”

Payton shook their head.

“Fuck it, go home. I’ll tell Anne you clocked out on time.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah, you’ve only got another half-hour anyway, and the place is dead now.” Jake gestured to the room of thirty-six seats, of which only five were currently occupied. “Plus, your girl’s already here. No use in keeping her waiting.”

Payton was already wriggling out of their apron and heading for the door that led to the break room and lockers. “Thank you so much.”

Once they were in the break room, silence crashed over Payton like waves. The shop hadn’t been loud just now by any means, but they hadn’t been away from a din of any kind for almost ten hours. Their ears rang as they put their apron and work shoes in their locker and gulped a half-bottle of water that they found in there. The liquid hit their stomach like a solid lump of rock, but luckily it was lukewarm, and the discomfort didn’t linger for too long.

Payton didn’t linger either.

They tugged their jacket on over their buttoned shirt, wishing they’d brought something with a hood today, in case it decided to rain again before they made it to the tram. Maybe Autumn had thought to bring an umbrella, they reckoned, sighing in premature relief at the thought of her, waiting in the shop for them. They quickly pulled their headband off, brushing their dark bangs downwards and tossing the band into the locker for the next day.

As they pushed back through the door to the coffee shop, Payton felt like their feet had ceased to exist, leaving behind ankles that just floated through the air with a human body propped over them. They saw the back of Autumn’s head near the window, and they smiled to themself, momentarily forgetting the hunger and exhaustion and stress.

“See you tomorrow,” Jake called from behind the till.

Payton shot him a half-hearted salute, never slowing on their beeline to where Autumn was waiting. Well, it was less of a beeline than Payton would have liked; as though to personally inconvenience them, the coffee shop was full of tables and chairs and sofas, which needed to be manoeuvred around.

“Ooh!” Autumn exclaimed as arms snaked around her shoulders from behind the armchair. She dropped her book into her lap and reached up with one hand to tickle the back of Payton’s neck. “Hello, baby. Finished early?”

Payton mumbled an inaudible confirmation against her hair, not caring that they were probably messing up her ponytail. “How are you?”

“I’m good,” Autumn said. “A little tired.”

“Me too,” Payton sighed, lifting their head but remaining slumped against the back of the armchair. They felt a gentle cramping in their stomach as they reconsidered their answer. “And hungry.”

“Huh.” Autumn reached up and tapped her book against the top of Payton’s head. The gesture was unnecessarily gentle, as though she’d hit them with something thicker than a paperback print of Beckett’s Krapp’s Last Tape. “Well, luckily for you, I’ve got all the makings of your favourite waiting in your fridge.”

Payton’s stomach clenched again, their heart lifting slightly. It had been tricky to get Lucy to agree to it, but Autumn had her own key to the apartment; not only did she call around to visit Payton so often that she might as well have lived there too, but there were often issues at home that she opted to spend the night away from.

But that wasn’t the point right now.

“Your famous sausage rolls?” Payton sank even harder against the back of the armchair, partly to be dramatic, but partly because their body literally weakened a little at the notion of Autumn’s cooking.

Autumn smiled up at them from the cushions. “Pastry’s already made. Just got to assemble and bake them. I got us some oven chips too. Oh – I forgot to check if you had any beans in the cupboard, though.”

“We’re four college students; of course we’ve got beans in the cupboard,” Payton assured her, loudly enough to disguise the fact that their stomach was growling again as they pictured the dinner they hadn’t known awaited them.

“Excellent point.” Autumn scooped up the strap of her shoulder bag and slipped her book inside. She smoothed down the hem of her pinafore as she stood up. “Ready to go?”

“Way beyond ready,” Payton smiled, watching her scoop up the umbrella that was resting against the arm of the chair.

 ***

Payton wriggled uncomfortably in a scratchy tram seat, unable to find a relaxed position where they didn’t feel painful pressure building up in their stomach. It was really starting to ache, now that there was nothing to keep Payton’s mind busy. They would have loved nothing more than to be home already, biting into the flaky pastry and warm, soft filling of Autumn’s sausage rolls and finally getting something into their cramping belly.

“You alright, baby? You’re quiet.”

“Am I?” Payton laughed. Their head was spinning just a little, and their voice was starting to sound shaky. “Sorry, I’m just very tired.”

It didn’t feel good to lie to Autumn, even if it was less a lie and more a concealment of the truth. She would never say the words out loud, but Payton knew that she thought of them as a pushover, both in matters at work and at the apartment. There were a lot of aspects of their job that she called unacceptable, and if she’d had her way, they would have quit the coffee shop by now. They had no idea how she would react if they became a shift supervisor and had to take on even more responsibilities, but Payton reckoned that was a discussion for another night when things were a little more certain.

In the meantime, it was best not to say anything about having to skip lunch.

Slipping their hands into the pockets of their open jacket, Payton subtly rubbed their middle, feeling their empty stomach roll around in distress. They tensed and held their breath, hoping to prevent any noises from emerging.

There was a sharp jerking motion as the train slowed to a stop. Autumn gasped lightly and put out a hand to stop herself from sliding forward in her seat. They both looked at each other and held the gaze for a moment before a voice crackled over the tram’s intercom.

“Apologies, folks, it’s just a minor technical issue. Service will resume shortly.”

“Shortly?” Autumn mumbled in annoyance. “Talk about vague...”

“Damn it,” Payton sighed, sinking lower in their seat and pushing their hands deeper into the pockets of their jacket. “Why do bad things happen to good people?”

Autumn chuckled; she was still sitting fully upright, leaning towards Payton’s seat as she tried to see up to the top of the tram. “Assumptive of you to refer to yourself as good people.”

“Not me, baby. I was talking about you.”

“Oh. Aw. Thank you.” Autumn smiled and reached out a hand, both to acknowledge Payton and to give herself some balance as she craned her neck. 

The hand landed lightly on Payton’s belly, which - in their slumped position - acted as an almost-flat surface for her to lean on as she continued peering up through the carts. She was probably expecting to see tram staff coming through, explaining the situation to the passengers; what she probably wasn’t expecting was to feel rumbling movement beneath her palm, which was accompanied by a loud, pinched growl.

Payton let out a little groan too, turning their face to bury it against Autumn’s shoulder.

“What’s going on, baby?” Autumn half-laughed, her eyes trained on Payton’s stomach as it vibrated under her hand again. She teasingly ran a finger between the buttons in their shirt, gesturing as though to peek under the fabric. “You hiding an angry tiger in there?”

“I told you I was hungry.”

“Yeah, but...” Autumn gasped and rubbed a wide circle across Payton’s belly as it roared again, prompting them to glance around and make sure the seats close to them hadn’t magically filled up with people in the last few seconds.

Autumn, on the other hand, had had her attention drawn away from anything to do with the tram, and towards a particular, grumbling organ. “Baby, what’d you have for lunch?”

Payton groaned again, wriggling a little further down so that their knees were pressed against the seat in front of them. They felt a red blush in their cheeks as Autumn sat back and peered down at their face.

They sighed, eyes trailing down to where Autumn’s hand was still resting on their belly. “The shop was really busy today, and the shift supervisor couldn’t come in, so I ended up working through lunch.”

Payton then held their breath again, both in anticipation of their stomach letting out another whine under Autumn’s palm, and of her response.

“You’re so good, baby.”

Payton raised their eyebrows. “Am I? You’re not mad at me?”

“Of course I’m not mad at you,” Autumn sighed. “I obviously don’t like it when you don’t take care of yourself properly, but I also wish I had your level of dedication.”

A smile played on Payton’s lips as they nudged the side of their head against Autumn’s waist. “Jake’s gonna see about getting me bumped up to supervisor.”

“And he should,” Autumn laughed, lifting her other hand to sweep Payton’s eyes out of their eyes. “You’re amazing at that job, and no one ever tells you enough.”

“Really?”

“Really.” Autumn leaned down to kiss the side of Payton’s head. “Just promise me that you’ll use your powers as supervisor for good. Like giving yourself lunch breaks.” She gently tapped one finger against Payton’s stomach. “Okay?”

“Okay,” Payton mumbled, burying their face as their chest fluttered. The glow of being praised and worried about lasted only a precious moment though, because there was still an empty belly in the vicinity, and it was determined not to let itself be forgotten in all the chatter.

“You’re mad at Payton though, aren’t you?” Autumn pursed her lips as she spoke to their stomach, as though she was talking to a cat. She patted her hand against Payton’s belly as it grumbled. “That’s okay, I’d be mad too, if my owner spent the day giving yummy food to customers and not me.”

The mention of food sent Payton’s thoughts drifting back towards the dinner that had been promised, and they groaned again, this time nudging their head right into Autumn’s lap. She bit her lip and glanced around at the nearby seats, once more confirming that there was nobody else in the cart.

“Comfy down there?” There was a tiny twist of irony in Autumn’s voice, but her tone was mostly genuine. 

“Kind of,” Payton said, using both hands to keep Autumn’s pressed to their aching gut. They glanced up at the grey ceiling of the tram, at the darkness that lay just outside the window, hopelessness welling in their chest as their belly rolled unhappily. “Just so hungry.”

“Oh, baby. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, I just wish I knew how long we were gonna be stuck here.”

“Me too,” Autumn sighed. “But no matter how long it takes us to get home, I’m still going to cook for you the minute we get in.”

“Mmm.” Payton smiled to themself and closed their eyes, letting go of Autumn’s hand as it began to work slow, gentle circles into their belly through their shirt. “Thank you.”

[sunshinetoshi]

AMAYA’S MINI-MATCHUP MALL

welcome in folks!! the founder of this mall wanted to show her appreciation for 600+ followers by opening her very first mini-matchup mall

each matchup will have a main match and 1-2 other contenders. since the manager is working these six locations in the mall simultaneously alongside her other responsibilities (she also has a history of working overtime hours with these types of events) these matchups will be relatively simple with just the character names as well as possible side commentary from our talkative manager. thank you for understanding and we hope you enjoy your visit!!

there are (6) different matchup locations at our mall:

THE PHOTO BOOTH KIOSK ☀️ THE CHATTY CASHIER ☀️ THE HOME DECOR STORE ☀️ THE BOUTIQUE ☀️ THE LIVE PERFORMANCE CORNER ☀️ THE VENDING MACHINE

GENERAL RULES:

specific guidelines for each will be below. please specify your gender preference of hq character for the matchup. if you don’t specify then the match/runner up’s may be of any gender. the manager is also a fan of underrated hq characters so do look forward to them. all matchup requests may be sent to the mall’s inbox (through asks)

you may ask for a matchup at multiple locations but please send them in as separate messages/asks. the mall will only be open for a limited time and will close after four days ~ JUNE 13 [EDIT: NOW CLOSED]

all matchups and relevant event posts will be tagged as amaya celebrates 600 💛 (if you would like to search for it/block it)

this is just a fun way to get to know yall a lil and i personally love matchups so i hope this event will be a good time!! please be patient and kind with this event and, again, thank you. whether you’ve been here since the beginning or you just followed this week thank you for all your support <33

THE PHOTO BOOTH KIOSK

appearance matchups

send in a photo or two of yourself to get a match

for the sake of uniformity and privacy these pictures will not be posted for any request. when the match is decided the ask containing the photo will be deleted and the user will be tagged in the matchup post. because of this, requests at this kiosk will have to be sent off anon.

we apologize for any inconvenience and urge anons to check out our other available matchup locations!!

THE CHATTY CASHIER

personality matchups

send in a small description of your personality and answer the questions below to get a match

introvert, extrovert, or ambivert??

physical touch, words of affirmation, gift giving, quality time, acts of service, or an obscure yet specific love language (like bringing you home leftover food or handing you a plate of fresh cut fruit, etc.)

favorite movie genre??

tea, coffee, or other??

vans, converse, or other??

THE HOME DECOR STORE

aesthetic matchups

send in a small description of your most loved aesthetic (ex. dark/light academia, cottagecore, etc.) and answer the questions below to get a match

what is a hobby/activity you associate most with your aesthetic?? (reading, writing, skating, running down a castle corridor, etc.)

what is a quote you associate with your aesthetic or with your soul in general??

optional but you can send in a picture or two (or a moodboard if you really want!!) but this option would be for those sending off anon

THE BOUTIQUE

clothing style matchup

send in a small description of your everyday/dream clothing style along with a description of your specific favorite/dream outfit to get a match

optional but you can send in a picture or two but this option would be for those sending off anon

THE LIVE PERFORMANCE CORNER

music matchups

send in two songs you have been vibing to recently and get a match

the manager will neither confirm nor deny that this one was lowkey a way to get music recs

THE VENDING MACHINE

snack matchup

send in your go-to candy/chip(crisp)/drink and get a match

the mall recognizes that this is a ridiculously random matchup that makes little sense but once the manager thought of it the idea wouldn’t leave her head

this mall theme was inspired by an event my dear @/cultsumu did a while back. i know she and her account are no longer active on here but i hope she’s doing well always <33

the mall will close after JUNE 13 - [EDIT: NOW CLOSED]

[writingsoftheghost]

Matrimonial Misunderstandings

Chapter 8: Goodnight

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Patton insists on Virgil and Roman both sleeping in his bed that night. Virgil took a little convincing, but a few gentle looks from Roman and the weight of his eyelids were enough to get him to join them.

Patton nuzzles into Virgil’s side, Roman climbing in next to the pair and pulling the emo tightly against him. Virgil huffs out a laugh. Roman doesn’t say anything, the trio were all fast asleep in moments.

Logan and Deceit were in the living room, Logan had made tea. The conversation was quiet, content.

Logan spoke to the snake softly, asking for advice for next weeks schedule. Deceit answered him in a similarly calm tone.

They were both comfortable to sit like that, soft chatter surrounding the still evening air.

It wasn’t until around nine thirty that Deceit began to yawn.

Logan chuckled, when silence surrounded the pair once again, he spoke.

“Your room is inconveniently located.”

Deceit nods, “Villains sleep far from the village.”

Logan snorts, “You’re not a villain.”

“Good guys don’t usually sleep in cold basements.” The snake sighs.

“I take it your room is not as comfortable as you would like?”

Deceit shrugs, it kinda sucked in the basement, some other sides seemed to like it plenty, but Deceit wasn’t him.

Logan offers him a soft smile, “You’re always welcome to stay with me.”

The lying trait feels the scaleless side of his face heat up, “I...uhm...thank you...”

Why were the light sides like this?

Logan laughs, “My apologies for making you uncomfortable. Though I can’t say that I’m retracting the offer.”

Deceit finds it difficult to meet the logical trait’s eyes, he clears his throat and it seems to echo in the kitchen. “You haven’t...uhm...you haven’t made me uncomfortable. I appreciate the offer.” His cheeks go from pink to a Roman worthy red.

Logan chuckles again, “Is that a yes then?”

Deceit focuses his attention on his gloves, his hands knitted together. “As long as the offer is there...”

Logan’s teasing smile turns into a shocked grin. “I...of course.”

Logan gingerly reaches for Deceit’s hand. The scaled side allows the other to lead him to his room.

Deceit’s face can’t possibly get any redder. It does, of course. And he thinks that surely he couldn’t be any more flustered than that, that is until Logan asks him if he plans to sleep in his clothes.

The snake snaps into pajamas self consciously, Logan does the same.

Deceit doesn’t know why he doesn’t anticipate the next question, he should have expected it. And he definitely should have expected Logan to say it in such a straightforward way, the same way he’d done everything else. Nevertheless, he can’t help but choke slightly when the serious man speaks.

“Would you be more comfortable if I slept in the floor, or is it alright for us to share the bed?”

“The, uh, bed is fine.” Deceit still can’t even look at Logan.

Logan chuckles and lays down on the left side of the bed, Deceit follows suit. When Logan turns the light out and whispers goodnight, the snake isn’t really sure what to do. How do you act like this is normal?

Logan pokes his shoulder gently, “Is this too much for you? I can still sleep in the floor if you’d like?”

Deceit shakes his head, “This is alright. It’s just that this is...”

“Unfamiliar territory,” Logan finishes helpfully.

“Yeah,” Deceit breathes out. “And I’m not quite sure what I should do.”

Logan cocks his head to the side, “Do?”

Deceit clears his throat, “Do you expect physical contact?”

Logan smiles at him and shakes his head in the dark, “I expect nothing. But I wouldn’t refuse it.”

Deceit reaches out a tentative hand, Logan meets him half way and intertwines their fingers.

Does this mean anything? Deceit asks himself. Logan was doing the same thing, he decided that wasn’t important to know at the moment, and settled on what he thought would be best for them in the moment.

“Would you like me to put my arms around you?”

Deceit is glad it’s too dark for Logan to see him, he hopes the screaming in his head isn’t audible, but it takes him a moment to answer. “I suppose that would be alright.”

Logan pulls him close, Deceit biting back a flustered scream.

“Goodnight, Deceit,” Logan mumbles into the dark.

“Goodnight, Logan.”

Deceit doesn’t fall asleep for a long while, how could he? Logic was holding him! But he did find sleep eventually, his mind still full of all the things he feared and didn’t dare hope the light sides wanted from him.

—————

Gosh sorry I’ve been so busy with school and band that everything got away from me! I’m sorry this sorta sucked a lot! I’ll try to make it up to you folks

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[gretavansidecut]

GVF Art Livestream Today at 5PM CST!

Ok, so today's Livestream is still going to go ahead as planned! I have a painting of Jake that I started before I went to Nashville that's about 90% done so I'm gonna finish up the last bit of detailing on that for sure. Not sure if I’ll have the energy to start another piece after that, but at the very least we’re gonna get Jake finished today!

Just a heads up, I haven’t streamed in so long that Picarto has changed quite a bit, and I can’t seem to allow non-registered users to use the chat anymore. This means you’ll need to set up an account on Picarto to participate in the stream chat, which is totally free and easy to do, but I apologize for any inconvenience this may cause and I totally understand if folks don’t want to do that! I still really appreciate people who stop by and just watch the stream but don’t interact in chat!

Hopefully things will still be pretty chill and relaxed, and I will reiterate my stream rules of being kind, respectful, and reasonable in chat. Bigotry and petty infighting (like calling someone delusional for daydreaming about dating one of the boys, being catty about the band members’ partners, ect.) will not be welcome and I will kick/ban people from the chat if they don't correct their behavior after a verbal warning. I'm more than willing to have civil discussions about legitimate concerns within the fanbase on stream, but outright attacking other people or advocating harassing the band and their loved ones will under no circumstances be tolerated in my stream chat and will result in an immediate kick/ban.

So yeah, hope to see some of y’all in the stream chat when I get off work later! I’ll post the link to the stream about 5 minutes before I go live. Even if you can’t stop by, I hope you have an awesome day and please take with you these words of wisdom from renowned scholars and philosophers William S. Preston and Theodore Logan;

[musicallisto]

Congrats on 800 followers Clara! Could I request a vanilla milkshake for the MCU please if it's OK? I'm female, bisexual so any gender is fine, Libra, Hufflepuff. I'm a little shy at first but open up once I get to know you and I'm always up for a laugh and loyal to my friends and family. I'm a writer and I love reading, baking, taking walks in the forest and browsing bookstores and coffee shops. I love fantasy, horror and comedy movies and I love pop, folk and country music. I'm learning how to do tarot readings. I hope this is enough, thank you so much!

here’s your vanilla milkshake, and I’m sorry for my sporadic posting schedule - school, stress, failing classes, you know the drill. nevertheless, I hope you enjoy your little story with christine palmer!

Christine is among the most selfless and dedicated people you’ve ever met - that much is clear from your first meeting.

She sometimes stops by the same coffee shop you’ve been regularly going to for months now, and despite how exhausted and disheveled she looked the first time you laid eyes on her, you couldn’t help being blown away by her radiant smile and the warmth that emanated from her without her even knowing it.

You watched as she ordered the strongest coffee they could possibly make her without breaking any federal laws and your eyes crossed a few times as she was waiting by the counter - making you blush and drop your gaze to your laptop, discarded on a side of the table in favor of your drawings and writings.

You often found yourself absent-mindedly drawing strangers and passerbys that came and left your familiar coffee shop to procrastinate work; and after that encounter, you realized that for a good week everything you drew and wrote seemed to take inspiration from the same muse, as though there wasn’t any room for anything else in your mind.

You would’ve loved to start up a conversation with her, but you were way too shy for that, and so was she - so it would remain an unspoken fantasy that you both harbored without telling the other.

(But you still shared a few knowing glances, each a little longer than the last, and timid smiles each time she stopped by.)

Eventually, in a fit of courage, you decided to walk up to her and order something for the heck of it, just to... stand next to her, supposedly thinking that waiting alongside her in a “““casual and laid-back””” manner would make things less awkward between you two and prompt a beginning of conversation.

Which it... did, weirdly enough. But it was more so thanks to her, who finally seized her courage and advised you against ordering that chocolate croissant.

“Yeah, I wouldn’t have that if I were you, especially with how early in the morning it is.”

“Really? I thought French people had this for breakfast.”

“Do you truly want to follow an example set by French people?”

You both laugh together, a sweet little sound that contrasts with how absolutely exhausted she looks.

Over the course of your conversation, you understand the reason why she always stops by on a whim, never to stay longer than five minutes, and is always out of breath and with her hair tousled in all directions; she works as a nurse in the nearby hospital, and coffee is her reward for making it through her night shift.

“But don’t you want to sleep when you get home after working all night?”

“Trust me, with how tired I am, even if I drank the entire kettle I’d still pass out as soon as I hit my bed.”

So over the days you learn her habits, the coffee she takes and the pastry she sometimes allows herself as a dalliance. You even save her a seat for when she can stay for more than a few minutes.

It becomes a ritual for the two of you, almost everyday; but you don’t really conceive these meetings as dates, rather... comforting meetings.

Your first real date, officially recognized as such by both parties, is at a bookstore that you’ve been dying to check out.

Christine doesn’t have much time to read with how overworked she is, but she accepts your invitation nonetheless - time spent with you anywhere is time well-spent.

You meander through the alleys, checking out the books and discussing them with Christine... enthusiastically talking about your favorites and not realizing how expressive you get.

“I’m so sorry, I’m totally boring you to death right now...”

“No, no, don’t apologize! I love listening to you talk about what you love.”

She offers you the sweetest smile ever, so well-meaning and encouraging, the smile of someone who genuinely cares about you and is starting to fall for you.

You even dare to take her hand in yours, and shyly squeeze her fingers... but the position is so comfortable that you don’t have any excuse to let go of her hand. So the rest of the date is spent holding hands, as you should have from the beginning.

It’s not long after that you officially get together, and it’s the sweetest and most loving relationship you’ve ever been in, but also one full of mischief and little adventures - because even with her work and strong sense of ethics, Christine is always up for some good fun.

It’s a bit difficult dating someone who can’t spend their nights with you, but you understand that she’s dedicating her time to saving other’s lives, and don’t hold it against her at all; in fact, you’re quite admirative of her drive and selflessness.

You sometimes drop by the hospital unannounced to surprise her while she’s at work, alone and busy on the night shift. You aren’t big on PDA, but you’ll always steal some discreet kisses when no one is looking.

... Or you thought that no one was looking, but of course, Dr. Strange has the ability to somehow always find himself in the most inconvenient places at the most inconvenient moments, but he pretends he hasn’t seen anything when he calls out to Christine to get back to work.

Still, she gives you a conniving wink as she disappears in the white hallways.

You now know that she has found a motivation much more powerful than coffee for pushing through her night shift; the simplicity of getting back home and falling asleep in your arms.

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