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[nateconnolly]

hi! this is @arkefthos , on my main; love your blog! i wanted to ask as well, is that lyric in your intro from rainbow kitten surprise? quite a nice surprise honestly!

Yes! I had their album RKS constantly playing during one of the most transformative periods of my life. I listened to them going on loooong night jogs thinking about God and stuff. They were playing during the precise moment I stopped being an atheist, so, for me personally, the quote relates a lot to the topic of this blog. Like thinking about divinity, thinking about the cosmos, working out your place in the world by trying to figure out what the world is...

[kittyoncescribbled]

Check-Mate, part 3.

Summary: Mihawk thought he was too old to believe in silly things like love at first sight, but things change;

Word count: 2,712;

Rating/Content Warnings: PG-16, AFAB reader;

Author’s note: ... What can I say, goth man makes my brain go brrrrrr lol Also, Shanks is making an appearance on the next chapter! Please reblog/like if you enjoy this!

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The goodbyes were, surprisingly, tearless.

You kept your composure, delivering handwritten notes to each of the crew members, taking your time to hug each of them, even if Sanji lingered a bit too much in his hug and smooching both Chopper and Luffy on their cheeks. You stood in the land, waving them off, and you stood there until you couldn't see the Thousand Sunny. Mihawk, who didn't come to the pier, could see your silhouette from one of the windows in the mansion; he could tell you were hurting, but he didn't want to step on any toes - and he didn't know what he was supposed to do if you started crying as you did in the library.

As much as he knew you were safe, Mihaw was restless until the sun started setting and you returned inside. He looked for you, but you remained inside your room with the door closed; he could hear you rummaging through things, probably settling in. He hesitated for a moment but knocked on the door.

You opened it with a curious look on your face, and MIhawk could see a small mess of clothes, shoes, and personal items behind you. His eyes lingered on it for a bit before coming back to your face, and he admired the way you never seemed to flinch from him as most people did; due to his title and his fame, most people tended to be scared or tried sucking up to him, but with you, he only saw shyness and lack of knowing where you stood. Mihawk had considered that you were in quite an uncomfortable place: a young woman, a runaway, who was now living with an older man who you didn't know. He could feel that you were scared but not scared of him: you were scared of the situation.

“Miss Y/N, now that the straw hats are gone, you might feel a bit… uncomfortable by yourself. Please know you're free to roam the whole place, apart from my quarters.” You nodded in agreement, looking like a puppy seeking approval. “Whenever you are hungry, you can help yourself to anything in the fridge, just clean up after yourself. The library is also free for you to use; just don't leave it messy.”

“Yes, sir.”

“But apart from that, you are free to do as you please. I would avoid the pier to ensure no one sees you, but the garden and orchard in the back of the house should be fine.”

“Yes, sir.”

“And you don't need to call me sir.”

“Yes, s-” you cut yourself off, your face acquiring a pinkish tinge; damn, maybe you should keep calling him that. “Yes.”

“I will go to the kitchen and cook dinner in about fifteen minutes. Would you care to join?” Your face lit up, and your lips, even though he could still see the mark from the attack you had suffered, stretched into a smile. “Sure! I'll meet you downstairs. Let me just change my clothes first.” Mihawk nodded and turned his back silently, leaving you be.

When you made your way downstairs, Mihawk was already chopping tomatoes in one of the counters. After Sanji’s words before leaving, you took the time to really look at the pirate for the first time.

In more plain clothes than you had seen him before, Mihawk was as handsome as ever. You could see the muscles working under the milky skin as if the effort being done were nothing, his piercing yellow eyes focusing on the task at hand as a small crease that you wanted to smooth out with your thumb formed between them. His raven locks, away from his face, shone under the kitchen lights and you could hear him humming a tune.

It felt awkward to see such a dangerous man in a domestic environment, almost like you had walked into something you shouldn’t have seen. Slowly, you approached him and, resting your hip against the counter, asked, “So… how can I help?”

Mihawk had been aware of your presence since you turned around the corner but didn't acknowledge you at first, seeing what you would do. He saw you looking at him, unashamed as you thought he didn't know he was being observed, and allowed you to study him.

He would pay a good amount of berries to know your opinions.

“First, you could go down to the wine cellar and bring us a bottle of wine. After that, you can start cooking the pasta.” Obediently, you nodded and walked away to do as you were told, and Mihawk looked up from the chopping board in time to admire your figure in a simple white skirt and a lilac sweater with a high collar; your legs had minor bruises that were starting to fade away, but that was not enough to diminish the elegance of your shape. Your hair pulled up in a ponytail showed the form of the back of your neck hidden by your clothes. He guessed you would keep on wearing those until the marks around your neck had disappeared.

Seeing you making your way back to the kitchen, Mihawk pointed to where you could find wine glasses, and you poured for both of you. When taking his glass from you, Mihawk let his hand linger for a moment, brushing his fingers against yours and he was rewarded with the vision of blood rushing to your cheeks and you trying to hide it by immediately turning away to start cooking.

Mihawk liked that you both were able to fall into a comfortable silence; he would never admit it out loud, but he enjoyed having Perona and Zoro around — he just disliked how noisy both of them were, Perona in particular. The two of you moved in synchrony, as if you were used to each others or years now.

Leaving you to do the final touches on the meal, Mihawk left to set the table. Ever since Zoro and Perona had left, that was the first time he had company for dinner and he felt himself a little nervous, which he ultimately thought was stupid; he was too old for this bullshit, and you were not old enough to be causing such a comotion inside of him, a man who strived for harmony. He didn’t like being out of balance, but you were like an itch he had to scratch.

The two of you ate in silence, apart from a shy compliment on your part on his homemade sauce - which he enjoyed far more than he would like to admit. You insisted on doing the dishes and basically shooshed him out of the kitchen. A bit amazed by the fact that he was being expelled from his own kitchen, Mihawk went up to the library with his wine glass, where he picked up a book, set up his record player, and sat down to read.

When you came to join him, you walked in, trying to make as little noise as possible. You sat down next to the chess table close to one of the windows, put down your wine glass, and brought one of your knees to your chess, thinking. Mihawk, seeing that, got up and, without saying a word, took the place in front of you. He kept reading his book during your turns, and you examined the stars during his. Mihawk, trying to be gentlemanly, did his best to avoid looking at the strip of skin that showed from under your skirt; however, he couldn’t avoid that his gaze would eventually make its way to the back of your thighs.

Once again, you seemed to drag your turn, unsure of yourself and if the move was the correct one. Mihawk kept trying to encourage you - “Miss Y/N, this is just a game of chess. There's no need to overanalyze it.” Eventually, you pouted and sighed. “Yeah, well, this is easy for you to say. You’re the best swordsman in the world, right? I’m not the best at anything, I’m struggling to be mediocre at everything”.

Mihawk thought to himself that this was probably not true and that even though ambition and persistence were something he prized very much - if it weren’t for Roronoa’s will to eventually surpass him, he would never have entertained the idea of training him -, he thought you were being too hard on yourself.

And he wasn’t willing to admit he was being biased.

“I understand the aspiration to continually strive for self-improvement, and I believe it is important to pursue personal development in a constructive manner. It is not advisable to be overly critical of oneself in this pursuit. However, if there is a genuine desire for self-improvement, it should be pursued diligently.”

You smiled and looked down at the chess board, finally making your move. “I think… It’s just another way of being afraid of messing up things, you know? I’ve been pressured all my life to be perfect, my uncle kept telling me that he’d never find a suitor for me because I was useless, so he had me trained in a bunch of stuff that I wouldn’t necessarily need, like cooking, baking, sewing and a bunch more. Just to appease some future hypothetical husband.” Mihawk could feel the disdain in your voice, sharp as a knife. “So… I may not have a lot of life skills, but I can bake you a lovely apple pie while I sew buttons to your shirt. Nice, huh?”

Mihawk didn’t reply, as he didn’t know what to say; the swordsman just took a sip of wine and watched as your face grew redder and redder, and it seemed like you were fighting with emotions internally.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be throwing all of this on you.” You said with a modulated voice, clearly trying to sound nonchalant. “I think it’s best if I go back to my room, I still need to finish organizing my clothes.”

“Certainly, Y/N. We can resume this at a later time.” With a nod, you walked out of the room, leaving Mihawk to finish his wine glass by himself.

Eventually, you two discovered a routine that seemed to work: during the day, Mihawk would leave you be, and by the noises around the house, he knew that you spent most of your day reading, playing chess, or baking; whenever you crossed paths in the halls, you would acknowledge him with a smile. At night, you would cook together, mostly in silence, or, on the occasion that Mihawk would indulge you, you would sit on a stool near the counter and read the newspaper for him. He could sense in your voice how proud you were every time there was a headline about the strawhats, and he took notice of your keeping those pages for yourself.

When you were done eating, Mihawk would either bring you to the library, where you would continue a match of chess you had started the previous night, or you would make your way to the garden, where you propped your telescope — that Franky so kindly took out of the Sunny for you — and studied the night sky while Mihawk, after setting up some old record in his record player, sat next to you reading a book.

Slowly, like a flower blossoming during spring, you started opening up to him: how life was before running away, the friends you had left behind, how your uncle treated you, how your parents passed, your likes and dislikes… Mihawk collected those pieces of information as if they were pearls to put on a string, as collectively, they were the experiences that formed who you were. As much as he wasn't someone who enjoyed small talk, he was a good listener, and as he had said to the cook, he was curious about you.

He was enjoying taking his time knowing you, which made him even more grumpy when taking notice of his next mission.

That night, after dinner, Mihawk presented you with a tiny den den mushi. “Y/N, I will be leaving Kuraigana for a while as I have a business to deal with. This den den mushi is so you can still communicate with me, even when I'm away, in an emergency.” You looked sad while taking the little snail from his hands and looked up at him with puppy dog eyes. “It'll be lonely in this big house by myself, but I hope you'll come back safe.”

“Fuck,” Mihawk thought, “It is nice to have someone waiting for you back home.”

You had called Mihawk almost every night; he got a little startled the first time, but you called for five minutes just to check with him. But now, a week and a half later, your calls lasted a little longer while you told him about your day: you were taking care of his garden for him, finished a couple of books, rearranged the furniture in your room, read about the strawhats in the newspaper. Mihawk spent most of the calls quietly listening, but the sound of your voice was soothing enough for him to set his usual grumpiness and stoic nature for a moment and spoil himself by pretending he was back at home.

“God, I hope I’m not bothering you. I’ve been blabbering non-stop for a long time now, haven’t I?”

“To some extent, yes.” Mihawk felt your hesitation on the line.

“Sorry. I’m just used to having a lot of people around me, either the servants back home or the guys in the Thousand Sunny… I don’t know how to be alone. But I apologize, I understand you’re busy, and I shouldn’t be distracting you. Just… Do you know when you’re coming back?”

“Three days. Around lunchtime.”

“Ok! Thanks. I’ll let you go now. Bye!” And just like that, you were gone.

Mihawk wished you kept calling.

As always, Mihawk started relaxing as soon as he saw the silhouette of Kuraigana; every time he had to leave home, he held his breath until he came back. Looking up, he could see a small shadow in one of the top windows, which vanished as soon as he saw it.

After finally stepping foot on dry land, Mihawk started walking the distance to the castle, holding onto his coat, trying to make sure that his surprise wouldn’t escape his arms. With a smile, you were waiting for him in the entrance hall, and he could smell something in the kitchen. Now that you were wearing shorts and a t-shirt, Mihawk could see that the bruises had faded away during the time he was out of Kuraigana. “Welcome back!”

“I have brought something for you. ”You looked up at the pirate, curious and shy.

“Oh god, please don’t bother with me. You don’t need to get me things.”

“You said you were lonely, so I merely brought you some companion,” Mihawk said, opening his coat and revealing, curled up to his side, a tiny black kitten with striking yellow eyes. You immediately cooed at the little pet, taking it into your arms and cradling the kitty like a baby. “He’s so cute! What’s his name?”

“He is yours. You name him.” You held the cat until you could stare it in the eyes.

“Midnight? What do you think, huh? Do you feel like Midnight?” The cat licked your nose, eliciting a giggle out of you. Mihawk, despite feeling tired from traveling, felt a warmth on his chest.

With a smile big and bright enough to outshine the sun itself, you looked up to the swordsman. “Thank you, I really appreciate it. Now let’s get to the kitchen. I’ve baked a lasagna, and there’s a cherry pie in the oven, too.” Still carrying Midnight in your arms, you went to the kitchen without looking back.

Mihawk could do nothing but follow you. 

[maidragoste]

Another Man

Summary: Harwin discovers that there is another man in your life.

part 2 of this.

part 3

I'm just going to say that I don't regret anything and that I have many ideas to continue writing to this MC and her lovers 🥰💖

comments, reblogs and likes are always appreciated 🥰💖

Disclaimer: English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes.

Harwin misses you. He misses your smiles, your kisses, your hugs, he misses how you took care of him every time he came back hurt or tired of his guards, he misses the talks until dawn, he misses waking up by your side.

Since Jacaerys's birth, the only thing he received from you was silent treatment and hateful looks every time they were alone. You had kicked him out of your chambers so he now slept alone but from time to time you made him spend the night with you just so as not to arouse more suspicion at court.

The first time you called him Harwin he had felt so hopeful thinking that your love for him was great enough to forgive him and give him another chance. He believed that your invitation to your chambers was the first step in making things right. He was disappointed and heartbroken when you didn't even greet him when he entered your chambers, all you told him, or rather ordered him, was that he come to your quarters every ten days. Before you sleep you always put pillows between the two of you. Sometimes he took advantage of your deep sleep to move the pillows and hug you, pretending that everything was fine between the two of you and that you still loved him.

Today marks ten days since he last came to your chambers. Despite your silent treatment, he was eager to go, it always calmed him down to see you sleep and he could hug you without you wanting to kill him, so he didn't even bother to knock on the door and went directly to your chambers. His anxiety turned into concern when he saw that the maester was with you.

"What happened?" he came quickly to your side. He didn't see that you had any wounds or cuts or that you were bleeding so he hoped that whatever your ailment was it wasn't something serious.

"Nothing to worry about, Lord Strong, I was just bringing your wife some tea to calm her nausea."

"Nausea? Are you sick?"

"Thank you for your help, maester" you nodded and waited for him to leave to answer your husband "I'm pregnant"

Harwin felt as if you had plunged a knife into his heart. Is that how you felt when you looked at Jaceaerys and realized that it was his son? Did you feel this pain when he confessed to you that he loves Rhaenyra too? He deserved to feel the same pain he caused you. He had been the first to break your heart by falling in love with the princess and getting into her bed. He was the one who ruined your marriage and lost your trust and love. He had no right to feel angry or betrayed. He had only caused all of this. If he had only been brave enough to talk to you earlier about his feelings for Rhaenyra, if only he had been honest with you, maybe they would have come to some kind of agreement, and maybe things would be better than they are now. Maybe he wouldn't have lost you.

You had already told him that he had lost you but he acted as if he had never heard those words and he hope that by some miracle you will forgive him. Now that you were carrying another man's child, he could see that you were serious.

Harwin wanted to ask you who you slept with and if you loved your new lover but he felt he had no right to know, but he didn't want to know either, he couldn't bear to hear that your heart now belonged to someone else. He preferred to believe that you had only let another man into your bed in revenge, that this was all about hurting him the same way he hurt you, and that there was no feeling involved.

"You can stop coming when I'm five months pregnant." You informed him as if he were a worker that you won't need his services anymore "If someone asks, I'll just say that the maester recommended we not share a bed until the baby is born" you took the cup of tea and walked away from him.

That night Harwin didn't move the pillows nor did he hug you while you slept. He couldn't even bear to stay in your bed all night and know that someone else was in the same place as him, he couldn't stop thinking about scenarios of you with your unknown lover.

•••••

The guard saw you and instantly turned away from the door knowing that the queen was already waiting for you. It wasn't a secret that you spent most of your time with her and her children.

"Sorry for being late" you apologized entering the room and interrupting the conversation between Larys and Alicent, first you approached her to give her a short kiss, you smiled at her when you saw her blush and then you went to kiss Larys "Your son doesn't wanted to get away from Sunfyre so it took me longer than expected to take him to his lessons with the maester," you said as you sat between the two of them, the affection you had for the prince in your voice.

“About Sunfyre…

You knew that tone in Alicent, she was worried and you knew why, you three had already had this conversation more than once. Ever since she found out you were pregnant she didn't want you to spend time in Dragon's Pit. She was afraid that one day one of the guards would come to tell her that one of those beasts had attacked you. You got tired of repeating to her that this would not happen.

You looked at Larys. You could tell from the boredom on his face that they were also talking about it before you got there.

“Aegon has to learn to care for and bond with his dragon. If his father doesn't bother to teach her then someone has to do it” you interrupted her and began to cut your meat with more force than necessary. Every time you think of Viserys you feel anger for the little attention she gave to her children but of course, he had time and attention for Rhaenyra's bastard. "A dragon would never harm its rider"

"But what about you? You are not its rider. It is dangerous. Especially in your condition” Alicent looked at you anguished. She didn't want anything to happen to you. King's Landing without you would be hell. You are the person she trusts the most. It hadn't been Alicent's intention to cling to you. But you're the only person who really cares for her, for Alicent Hightower, and not for the queen.

It all started when her engagement to Viserys was announced, Rhaenyra began to hate her and pushed her away. She thought you would support the princess and do the same. She was surprised that you stayed by her side and listened to her, you didn't call her a liar when she told you that she only did what her father ordered, instead you guiltily confessed that you were also in her position and that you believed that Viserys didn't choose you because you admitted to him that you were in love with Harwin Strong.

Alicent looked so lonely and sad without Rhaenyra. You didn't know if it was the guilt you carried thinking you should be taking Alicent's place but you started spending time with her. The first time you found her in the weirwood you pretended it was a coincidence, the second time you admitted you were looking for her on purpose, after the third time it became a routine to meet there at the same time. One day Alicent woke up and the first thing she thought about was that she longed for the time to come so she could see you. Every time she was with you she felt calm, she wasn't nervous thinking about what role she should be playing or thinking if she said the wrong thing she would push you away.

"Sunfyre won't do anything to me unless I hurt Aegon, which I never will" you took the queen's hand and gave it a squeeze "So you have nothing to worry about" you kissed her knuckles. "Now can we continue eating or is there something else to discuss?”

"Harwin was seen sneaking into the princess's chambers again," Larys informed you, and he carefully appraised you looking for any trace of sadness or disappointment in your eyes. He was satisfied to find none of it. The truth was that He hadn't believed that you had completely overcome your feelings for his brother, but it was more than clear from your face that you no longer cared what Harwin did.

"I'm not surprised, considering that I told him about my pregnancy last night," you admitted stroking your stomach with your free hand. "I don't care what Harwin does anyway because I have both of you" you smiled and Alicent felt her heart rise. She loved you so much and she was happy that her feelings were finally reciprocated. She shouldn't be happy that Harwin cheated on you but if it wasn't for your husband's infidelity then you wouldn't be with her and Larys now.

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miguel x grumpy reader

now if there was anyone else feared upon in the spider society that wasn't named 'miguel o'hara', it was you. the moment you joined the spider society, everyone had a new face to fear.

every day was a challenge for the rest of the spider society, even jess and peter b couldn't go to your quarters without knocking and stating their name and business for coming there. if they wasted your time with an easy picking mission, or a bad joke, or at worst... a childish prank, they'd be squishes spiders in the next minute–or make that in the next five seconds.

you were serious about your job, no nonsense was allowed on your watch. you reminded everyone of a certain leader who was very particular with how things were run at HQ, and how fun was virtually dead when he was doing things his way.

but surprisingly...

"i hate him." you seethed as you clenched your fists, your eyebrows were furrowed as you scrunched up your nose, gritting your teeth. peter b spit out his coffee all over the table by accident, jess fetching a few napkins to clean it up.

"you... you hate miguel?" peter b asked, exasperated and... bewildered, if anything else. you nodded, slowly, as your eye twitched just the slightest at the mention of that damned man's name.

"he thinks he's the shit. honestly, what's wrong with him? why does he make everything about him? you've seen how he plans out the missions, he always delivers the finishing blow. he never lets anyone else do the work, it's always him, him, him!" you exclaim as you got up and threw the table down out of rage.

peter b yelped as jess grabbed him and brought the both of them to the side. they were... extremely surprised you didn't see eye-to-eye with miguel. they always believed that if they weren't miguel's closest allies, you'd be. but no. your rage and hatred for miguel subverted their expectations.

"so glad i never let them hold mayday..." peter b murmured. "well be glad if they don't hear you right no–" jess was telling him, until you turned your head with a scowl at them. "i could hear everything you two were saying, y'know." you warned them, which was their cue to leave.

you cooled down after a few hours, beating anomalies without anyone else holding you down or telling you what to do always hit the spot. but soon, the dreaded hour came.

a holographic image of miguel appeared on your watch, you tried your hardest not to look angry nor disgusted at the sight of him, even when masked. "report back to my office at HQ, we got a situation here." he said curtly, and before you could even ask what was so important that he had to call you, he hung up immediately.

you sighed and groaned in frustration as you opened up a portal to head back to HQ. the moment you stepped back into HQ, you were in miguel's office. you crossed your arms over your chest and raised an eyebrow.

"talk to me." you said in a monotonous voice as miguel turned around to look at you, confused. "why're you here?" he asked. you looked at him in disbelief. "o'hara, don't fuck with me. you called me earlier, dumbass." you reminded him, getting a little pissed off at him playing dumb.

miguel looked at you now in disbelief, turning around fully to face you as his platform slowly descended. you tapped your foot impatiently like a cartoon character. "last time i checked, you weren't from earth-8311. what's got you so impatient over nothing?" he asked in a tired voice.

you groaned. "you. you called me? jeez, i thought you of all people would know it's not hilarious to waste another person's valuable time with such stupid, insipid little pranks!" you exclaimed, angry, and a little embarrassed because miguel really did seem like he didn't know what you were talking about. could you have been wrong, for once in your life?

miguel put a hand up to stop your fuming self from framing him from any more allegations of him summoning you to his office. "i didn't call anyone, i was out fighting more variants of the vulture with jess and a new recruit. i didn't call for anyone else, except... dammit." miguel breathed out as he put a hand to his side and pinched the bridge of his nose with furrowed eyebrows.

"lyla!" miguel called for the ai assistant in an irritated voice. lyla showed up a little disheveled, she soon refreshed herself and came back looking more presentable. "what?" she asked as she looked at miguel, who looked at her a little... desperately.

"did you... did you call them?" miguel was asking lyla in a hushed voice, almost as if he did not want you to hear what they were talking about even if it concerned you.

lyla looked at miguel, then at you, then back at miguel, then back at you, then she smiled. she shrugged. "i did." she said in a cheeky, unenergetic voice.

miguel rubbed both of his temples and shut his eyes when lyla admitted she called you. you pit your hands on your hips and raises an eyebrow, still unsure of what was going on.

"but why?" miguel asked in a slightly nervous tone. "you know never to call their line unless... it's absolutely necessary." he reminded lyla, who laughed a little at that.

"i was just doing what you told me to do, test out your automated answering system for video calls. it was arbitrary, just so happened to call them with an automated response. no biggie." she said with a smile and a shrug as miguel looked like he was about to combust out of frustration towards her.

"so what is it? why'd you call?" you asked in an expectant voice, looking at miguel who tried to appear brave, but instead, appeared remorseful.

"i... i didn't call you here." he admitted, looking at you then back away. "lyla was testing out the beta stages of a project i have, um, it was an arbitrary choice, really, just so happened to call you by accident and didn't get to tell you it was a beta test. i'm sorry, for wasting your time and energy for coming here." he apologized.

your eyes widened as you looked at him. "you... apologized?" you asked with a tone of surprise. "you, miguel o'hara, apologized to me?" you asked incredulously as lyla was taking videos of this moment.

miguel put his hands to his hips, hung his head, and nodded. "yeah." he said with a click of his tongue as he looked back up at you. "i'm sorry." he said, and though it was hard to distinguish it from sarcasm or sincerity, miguel really was being sincere with his apology for wasting your time.

you stared at him, you refused to believe he was being honest. "and why would you apologize? i thought everyone here was expected to bow down to you, mr. o'hara." you asked, putting up your cold front.

"well... if you must know, um..." miguel stuttered, trying to find the right words, when lyla finally spoke up on his behalf. "your badassness scares him shitless. he hates having to piss you off because he wants to keep living." she said, and as miguel lunged forward to shut her up, lyla moved from one side of his to the other. "that, and he thinks you're super hot, so there. toodles." she said as she logged off as miguel was going to lunge at her again. he cussed under his breath as you took in what lyla said.

"is it true?" you asked him, your tone softening. he turned around to face you, and looked at you with a nervous expression. "do i... scare you?" you ask miguel as you approached him. he loomed over you, but you always found ways to subdue your opponents–miguel never wanted you to see him as one. in fact, he wanted you to look at him as the complete opposite, really.

"um... yes." he admitted, looking down at the ground. "but, you also find me attractive?" you ask, which sends a warmth through miguel's cheeks. "i... i kinda do." he mutters as he looks away from you.

you put a hand on his chin as you made him look at you, gently turning his face to look at you. "oh, well don't just look away from someone after you confess to them, that's very rude." you said with a joking air.

miguel looked at you, his eyes wide as he saw, for the first time, a playful look on your face that had no malice, no anger, no... grump in it. "i may be grumpy and serious, but that doesn't mean i'm heartless." you tell him as you squeeze his cheeks together.

"man, who'd've thought a big, commanding man such as you was actually scared of little old me? now that just makes me blush." you said with a small laugh as a rosy blush slowly appeared on your cheeks, miguel's blush deepening.

"so, do you... do you feel the same way?" he asks you, pretty hopeful of your answer. you shrug. "i did just admit to jess and peter b how much i hated the way you made everything in missions about you... but maybe you did that because you hate having someone telling you what to do. i hate that too, actually." you say with a grin.

"i kinda like the cut of your jib, o'hara. maybe... maybe you and i can come around to a compromise on our, well..." you trailed off as you searched for the right words.

"attitude problems." lyla chimed in as she disappeared just as immediately as she came in. miguel groaned as you chuckled. miguel smiled up at you. "yeah, maybe we can... take a break from being such grumps." he said.

"hey, you're the grump–i'm always the right one, you know that." you tell him as you give him a sly look.

"is that right now?" miguel asked sarcastically as he smiled at you.

maybe both of your grumpiness would only be a sometime thing now, hopefully.

tags!! @miguelswifey04

[hockeyspiral23]

2024 fic writer end of year round up!

I was in theory tagged by both @siobhanbooks and @softodettes so let's go.

(if you see this and want to participate ... this is your tag)

1. How many words did you publish on AO3 in 2024?

... a whole lot. 179,849.

2. How many fics did you complete this year?

Officially it's 9, although ttios is like 98% done (despite being only about a quarter published).

3. How many in progress or ongoing fics did you start this year?

Two. the truth in our scars and agony brings no reward ... the first which will finish up in ... March, I believe? And the second which is essentially finished but am leaving open-ended just in case inspiration strikes for more.

4. What was your favourite thing you wrote?

Oh, this is a good question. Knee jerk reaction is to say victory is all you need because it is my BABY and the first long-form piece I've ever finished, but in terms of a piece that I still reread often, it might have to be The Backup Plan.

5. What piece was your most experimental or different from your usual style?

... I actually enjoy playing around with different styles, but I have to mention three in particular:

The Backup Backup Plan because it is solely dialogue

karma is a cat (purring in my lap 'cause it loves me) because it has NO dialogue

unrequited which is probably the truest answer to this because it is angsty and I do not consider myself a Writer of Angst.

6. Did any fics surprise you - either while writing or their reception?

The Backup Plan blew up more than I ever expected it to. And learning that I wrote a fictional proposal that people are hoping their real life significant others live up to? I'm still not sure how I feel about that ...

I'm also a touch surprised to the reception to the truth in our scars even though I shouldn't be - I've noticed that people in the Empyrean fandom tend to prefer in-canon works as opposed to (more modern) AUs, but it's still a little jarring experiencing it.

7. Do you have a fic you wrote and loved that went under the radar? (This is your sign to reblog/repost it!)

... I don't know if it's one that I *love* per se, but I really feel like In the Cordyn Aerie is extremely underrated ... probably because it deals with a very underrepresented/underexplained aspect of the series (the gryphons).

8. Who is an artist that inspired you?

@essjaywrites and her cat!Xaden drawing prompted me to finally finish karma is a cat.

In general, I adore @jmoonjones's sassy Andarna.

9. Who is an author that inspired you?

So many, but I still have to do my OG shoutouts to @skyfallscotland and @justallihere for inspiring me to start writing in the first place. And Amy's The State of Rider-Flier Relations is how ttios even came about because I couldn't get the idea of scar mates out of my damn head.

10. Who is a new author you discovered?

... I don't even know. Most of the fandom, probably. So many other wonderful Empyrean authors have been mentioned, but I'm going to tag a couple of the more underrated ones in @lizardsrunfast, @lovemedarkly29, and @thoughtsaboutshows.

11. Did you do any collaborations? How did it start?

I did not. I ... don't know if I could let myself collab due to my own particular writing neuroses, tbh ...

12. What accomplishments are you proudest of?

That I even started writing and posting to begin with. That I not only was able to write a whole bunch of fun little drabbles, but that I wrote not one, but TWO full-length fics (because ttios is like 99% done). That I put myself out there.

13. What did you learn about writing or creating this year?

That shitty first drafts are actually helpful. That there's no one way to write. That it's really good to stick to your instincts, and it's okay to sit on something for a few days. That cooking is surprisingly great for coming up with ideas.

14. Any advice you’d like to share with new or aspiring writers?

... first and foremost, write for you. It's something that I still need to yell at myself for. Kudos and comments are wonderful (and I live for them), but ultimately, they don't define worth.

To just start writing. That it doesn't have to be anything good - just write. That there's no one way to write. That we all have our own wonderful writing voices and you just have to find yours. Also, that you don't have to just stick to one voice. I have so much fun playing in different styles. It's also a great way to grow.

15. What are your creative goals for 2025?

... somehow manage to adapt IF for the second soul-scarred work. It's currently a terrifying proposition (even though I do have a few scribbled thoughts). Get way out of my comfort zone by working on the These Cursed Ships project. Finally wring out the song parody idea I have out of my brain.

If we're not talking writing ... paint something. Seriously get back into drawing. Finish a few of my never-ending sewing projects.

[morganwrites12672]

Billy Hargrove x Reader

Billy hates Hawkins, you show him it's not so bad.

** THIS IS NOT SMUT**

"You're not like other girls, ya know," Billy tells you. You scoff and light his cigarette for him. You light one up for yourself and take a drag.

You exhale, "No shit, Hargrove," you laugh. "that is exactly the compliment every girl is dying to hear," you laugh, billy wasn't going to get you that easy

"Well, you haven't made one comment on my ass," Billy says and you laugh. That was very true.

"Well, you haven't made one on mine. I don't know if I should be offended or glad," you say and Billy laughs.

"Maybe this shit hole isn't so bad," Billy says as you both take another drag.

"I could show you how good it really is," you offer and he smiles.

"I thought it wasn't going to be as easy to get in your pants," Billy laughs.

"No, I am going to show the you some cool places, strictly PG," you say and boop him on the nose. He looks offended.

"Did you you just?" He asks and you nod before walking to your car.

"Meet me at the arcade when you drop off Max, 5pm," you tell him and he nods.

He had it bad, as you drove off he stomped out his cigarette before getting in his Camaro. As he drives, all he can think of is you.

He hasn't felt this way before, he didn't just want sex. He had made the earlier comment as a joke, he knew you wouldn't be trying to get in his pants.

You made him feel things. He was excited to see you, your laugh made him get butterflies. He had never been excited to see a girl, other then for hook-ups.

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It was a Friday afternoon, 5pm. You pulled up to the arcade and lit a cigarette while waiting for Billy. As you exhale your first puff, he comes tearing into the parking lot.

You stomp your cigarette as he exits the vehicle. Max flips him off, and you hear faint yelling before he walks over to you.

"Where we going, pretty girl?" He asks as Max look at him with disgust. You grab a bag of quarters from your car and smile.

"The arcade is the best place to hang out, but no smoking. There's to many kids," you say and walk towards the entrance.

"Are you kidding me?" Billy calls after you and begins speed walking towards you. He couldn't believe that you, you of all people, thought this place was cool.

"Take a guess," you say and open the door. Billy groans before following you inside. He didn't have to. He could of turned around and sped off in his Camaro. He didn't.

He sees you at a brightly colored machine labeled 'Pac-Man'. He groans before going to stand next to you.

"You try," you tell him and move aside. You slip in the quarters and billy begins to play. He actually isnt very bad at the game, for a beginner.

He soon gets caught up in the game as he realizes he won't be able to leave until he has the high score. If only he knew who held it.

You can't believe your eyes. The billy hargrove was playing a kids game, and he was having fun. He would be getting hell for this from now until the day you die.

Max walks toward the Pac-Man machine, she had a few extra quarters she wanted to use on something other then Dig-Dug.

She is in utter shock to see billy yelling at an arcade machine. He was with some girl, and he wasn't even smoking.

"I can't beat whoever '*your arcade name*' is," billy says and moves to let you try. You smile at him.

"It's me,"

"Seriously?!?" Billy asks with his hands on his hips, "you let me spend an hour trying to beat you?" He asks and you smile and nod.

Max turns around and immediately walks back to Dig-Dug. That was weird as hell.

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Please reblog if you enjoyed!

Requests are open

[agent99galanzo]

Frozen in ice |Natasha x Reader

An: it's my first time writing so please your opinion and rebloging matters to help me grow, but only the nice once though I don't count any of your negativity things

Ps. English is not my first language

Reposting and translating my work to any other language is not allowed and any other kind of copycat stuff is prohibited. Happy reading Fellas.

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Just like any other stressful day here in the compound Me and Steve just got back from a last minute undercover operation on a fancy ball in Costa Rica.

After finishing the debriefings and giving the file to Nick and Hill.

we start our trek back into the living quarters area.

And we're currently talking about the things that happened in our lives.

While I'm still wearing a fitted black dress that has a long slit to the side under my coat and also some black high heels

And steve is still also wearing his navy blue suit

"So it's been a while since the incident happened between you and agent Sharon Carter.... any new people you seem to have interest with or some?" I tell Rogers.

"No... and why you seem so interested in my love life?"

"Nothing,just asking because seems like the lady from the diner we went into last day couldn't take her eyes of you and.... I can't believe I'm saying this but she's kinda cute".I smirked at the last part

Steve glance at me " You mean the woman that served us or the lady at the counter? "

"The curly haired woman that served us"

"Huh... yeah she's nice the one with nose piercing?"

"Yeah... Why? You also found her you know... Intresting or something?"

I raised a brow and smirk

"Kinda but the piercing yeah... not ready for that"

"Huh... So if she doesn't have you know any piercing or whatever on her head that is hanging, I mean would you... go for it.... "

"No"

I raised a brow and looked at him

"why?"

Before he could even answer an agent greets us when we enter the lift

"It's just that... it's hard to find someone you hade the same life experiences as you"

"Huh.... you have a point, but if you find that someone or anyone how would you like approach them?" I ask.

The lift opens and we head our way to the dining area

He raised an brow and looked at me "You mean flirt with them?"

"Yeah, Not like Flirt flirt more like you... know...something like how to approach them "

"Why did you ask

I look at him and say

"Nothing... just you know curiosity kills a pig that's all... plus I wanna know how much practice you had"

They reach the dining area where everyone was

"Practice I don't need practice. Why on earth would I need that?"

Natasha Pov's

After a long ass stressful day here in the compound it finally dinner time .

"Hey nat"

wanda greets as she is the one who first acknowledge my appearance, followed by the others.

"Hey" I greet back to them and also notice that both Y/n and Rogers are not here.

'Huh... wierd' I said to my self knowing that Rogers is not that late type of person.

His actually already here with the others every time I arrive that is why it's so strange.

And also Y/n the woman I secretly like for quite a long time now. They must be on a mission.

I mean who wouldn't like her she's beuatiful like me of course.... ,Ok fine as much as it pains me to say this but I gotta admit she is even prettier than me and she is also hot as hell she could be a Victoria Secret model if she is not an agent.

I wonder what type of creature or god mold her perfect beauty.

And also she's clever, wise, smartass, sassy, and maybe  many people would say that she's rude but the truth is she's really kind and caring in her on way.

She doesn't like to show to people but I've seen it quite a few times when we went on a mission and also,when we went grocery shopping she bought like a whole separate grocery basket for a homeless person 2 kilometers  away from here at the compound.

I snap back to reality when someone tap my shoulder "Romanoff", I  quickly twist there arm and bring them to the ground

"OH MY GOD!!"

" SWEET! LORD! JESUS!"

" MY!! GOD!!ROMANOFF!"

"ROMANOFF EASY!!"

"NATASHA"

Then I realized that is was Barton who tap my shoulder and also the that I bring to the ground.

I let go of him and help them get up.

"Jesus clint are you planning to give me a heart attack and that's what you get for scaring me."

"Ok.. first of all that hurts" he said as he rolls around his shoulder.

"And second of all I've been calling you for about a minute straight and your not responding... so sorry if I scared the living shit out of you.." he said as we sat back down

"Whatever..."

"What got you so far from your mind?"

"Nothing"

"We both know that, that nothing means something"

"So what is it"

But before I could answer an arrival of people interrupted us.

And... they have arrive

"Practice I don't need practice. Why on earth would I need that?"

Y/n Pov

"I didn't say anything about you needing practice. I ask about how much practice.... ok let's not say practice 'cuase now I think that's sound so trifling... let's just say... experience. There 'experience'... now let me rephrase the question and answer it. Steve Grant Rogers How much experience have you had with flirting with somebody in your time back then

"Fine many than once."

There satisfied?"

"Oh... real-" before I could finish I didn't realised that everybody is already here.

"Hey you two... how was the mission " Tony ask

"Fine everything goes as

planned. " steve said

"Yup.. Ahuh.. everything goes as planned" I said sarcastically while rolling my eyes.

"What... everything did go as planned" steve answered.

"Yeah everything except the distracting the woman part"

"Well what happened"

"Let's just say I instructed him to flirt with the woman at the bar so I can swooped in and get the USB from the back,but guess what"

"What...? What happened did he peed on his pants" Sam chimed in

"Haha that's hilarious sam"

"I know right"

"No thank God he didn't, but it looks like he almost did" I said smiling

"No. I did not "

I just smiled at him "What matter is we execute and did the job done on time without causing any harm".

"Awhh look at you covering up how awful your flirting skills are..." I said with a sass.

"I- whatever you say. In my defence I did my best to that woman and... the woman wasn't even invlove there".

I smile at him "I know just wanna see how fast can you go from bieng a 0-10... and my..my... if I may say I would rate it a 5 if you aren't that good looking"

"Ouch"

I walked pass him towards the fridge to get my self some refreshing water before turning around to look at him straightin the eye." Looks like your body might be defrosted from the ice but your flirting capability hasn't...." I pause to drink.

"would you want me to go and do you a favor of going down there and check if it still frozen and defrost it for you so you can use it..??" I said it playfully.

He look at me with a slight annoyance in his face "whatever I'm gonna go take a shower" and walks away.

I laugh as he struts away.

"Very clever" Nat said and I just wink at her in response as I also walk away and grabbing my coat along the way to

Get change in my room.

And that dress was already enough to sweep Nat of the feet by the agent but damn she got got her by the hook with that wink.

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@romanoffsbish @dirtyvulture @natsarrownecklacx @natsfirecat @natsxaddiction @jedi-luca @darkwaveho @daddynattt @an-evergreen-rose @abbyromanoff @twilight-99-tm @traveler-at-heart

[sungbeam]

(going off of ur reblog) THATS SO REAL LMFAO i oscillate between never checking grades and then obsessively checking them 💀💀 both are anxiety inducing so ig there’s no winning for us 😔😔 AND YEAHHH agree completely with the holidays & finals really making the end of the year busy—luckily my family doesn’t go all out for holidays but i’ve seen what other families do and i’m just like damn 👀 personally i could never but if people enjoy it i’m very happy for them 🙏

ALSO HELL YESSS we’re both academic weapons 🙏 lmao real i fucked up my gpa last semester so this semester i had to LOCK TF IN and make sure it didn’t drop any more 😭 and i’m in healthcare!! i don’t like to get *too* specific on tumblr because my major is really niche and if you google it my college immediately comes up 💀 lowk whenever i feel like i’m drowning i always stalk ur blog because ik ur pre-med (and also double majoring u crazy talented gal) and i’m like “alr duckie’s in the trenches too we gotta woman in stem our way outta this” HA 😭

so real about the crying/sick during exams too 💀 i was literally that student SOBBING during the exam during one of my midterms hdsbcjdnkx i can’t deal with math 😭

hopefully we both get to rest up well over this break!! i too am ignoring any possibility of productivity because i’m so committed to rotting 💀 spring semester is gonna kick my assss and i need time to rest (is what i’m telling myself)

how does ur spring semester look bae? hopefully not too packed or stressful <33 i believe in u!! hoping ur having a lovely day/night 😽🫶

it truly is the most anxious thrill of our student lives 💀 like i need to invent a way to check my grades without it being like waiting for a jumpscare to happen TT oh wait — maybe that's just dropping out of school 🤡🤡 my family also doesn't go all out for the holidays, but some years we get roped into family gatherings for lunch/dinner or i host a small holiday thing w my friends kdnfkd no fs like hats off to those who can go all out for the holidays tho, i truly don't have the energy for that 😭

i needed to lock in too omg this past quarter was actually so gross 😭 then again, it could've been a lot worse :'))) ahhh icic healthcare girlies rise up HAHA (even as the system beats us down 😭) WAIT THATS SO FUNNY PLS SKFNDKFN WE'RE ALL IN THIS TOGETHER THO BESTIE 🤝🏼 im not technically double majoring? (i once looked up the requirements to double major in bio and i exited out of that tab so fast like 💀 naw i wanna graduate), but it's like basically the same amt of work ig i just don't get it on a diploma 💔 omg i can't do math either, unless it's like a problem ik how to do? idk if that makes sense TT but mathematical problem solving doesn't come easy to me 😭 i have a friend who starts LAUGHING during an exam,, idek she gets possessed

YES LETS REST UP BEFORE THE NEXT SEMESTER/QUARTER 😭😭 it's ur last sem before graduation tho (i think?) so ur completely justified for rotting ksnfkdnf my next quarter is not looking great if im being honest.... apparently one of my ochem profs is absolutely ass and im taking four classes again just to meet my intended graduation time (im trying to graduate a year early ,, don't look at me like that,, 😭😭 my head hurts thinking abt it) I BELIEVE IN U TOO THO!! if u need someone to talk/rant to im here for ya — women in stem solidarity !! 🫂 have a lovely day/night beloved 💖💖

[utilitycaster]

How to welcome new fans

This is obviously incredibly subjective/influenced by my personal experience, but it's something I've had bouncing around in my mind since well before all the D20 nonsense and which I think is a useful starting point!

The golden rule is let the new fans decide what they want and need. If your enjoyment of something depends on whether other people enjoy it the same way you do, that is a you problem, to be remedied as quickly as fucking possible. Or at the very least keep your whining to private quarters.

Some conclusions from that are:

Assume new fans are as smart as you are if not smarter. Once you were new to this fandom too, and you (presumably) picked it up; why can't they? Do not hold people's hands unless they explicitly ask for it. It is probably intended as a kindness, but it is also immensely condescending and irritating when unwelcome. I personally like the experience of not quite knowing what's going on and picking it up as I go, and it sucks when I make an idle wondering post and some random person I've never seen before starts explaining it to me like I'm 5.

Be thoughtful when interacting with their posts. If it's not maintagged? Think about why they may have made that choice. I often do not main tag post for works I'm new to both to avoid spoilers and because when I have, I've gotten somewhat swarmed by people excited by new blood or spoiling things for me, and I do not want that.

On the flip side, don't speak for new fans among older fans. Do not tell people what and what not to spoiler tag. Do not position yourself as the fucking ambassador. (I've been harsh on D20 fans so I want to be clear this is a HUGE problem in CR; I've gotten wild asks from existing fans telling me to spoiler tag plot points from 2015 because of new people in the TLOVM fandom, and with every new campaign or EXU there's a barrage of obnoxious ~*you don't need to know all of CR to watch this!*~ posts that are I think less presumptuous but just as annoying as the shit we're seeing from D20 fans.)

Honestly everything else I would say is covered by the above. Don't push your opinions on new fans who literally didn't ask, especially if they're your long-nursed grudges. Believe me, I love being a hater but I make an effort not to be a hater in the replies or reblogs of other people's posts. Don't ask people who join the fandom and provide particularly interesting commentary to go faster. Generally ask yourself "do I sound like I am asking this internet stranger to join my polycule and/or vampire cult? Do I sound like I'm asking for their TPS reports except the reports are art or meta?" and if the answer is not a resounding "Nope", stop what you're doing.

[hohuios]

#Hohuios. "The legendary devil hunter who sealed away the demon emperor Mundus. The son of Sparda, the demon revered by the Order of the Sword, Dante stands alone between demons and humanity. his mastery of close-quarter and ranged combat has led some to believe he has surpassed his father."

A selective and rather canon-strict portrayal for Dante of the Devil May Cry franchise. This depiction of his character will touch on his appearances throughout the series, from DMC1 up to DMC5, and importantly, the nuances for his character that are introduced in DMC: The Animated Series (x) stand very central here. I have yet, however, to go through all of DMC's written material/adaptations. I'd consider a quick glimpse at the rules beneath! Hey there, I'm Sae (known by/as iniziare) and I'm the one who very passionately writes this cowboy.

Other blogs: Guizhong (Genshin Impact), Seele / Kafka (Star Rail)

Writer/Disclaimer. Hello, hello, I'm Sae, in the dirty 30s, and I'm some weird amalgamation of Dutch/French/Polish with an American accent, who currently lives in France. While in the GMT+1 timezone, my schedule allows me to sometimes be around at rather odd hours for most Europeans, so if you see me hearting your things in the middle of the night... shhh.

Furthermore, I bear no affiliation to Devil May Cry, the character of Dante or anything related. Any and all written and visual (excluding reblogs) material found on this blog however are, unless stated or referenced otherwise, entirely my own.

Social Politics. We're in the old DMC fandom, so let me make this perfectly clear right off the bat, this blog is Spardacest friendly; you will find no disapproval of it here (nor will I respect you if you choose to harass people over this instead of practicing avoidance). There is a very thick and firm line for me between fiction and life outside of it, and so I do not condemn writers here that touch on dark(er) topics in the same league that I do not condemn bestselling authors that do the same. While accepting of these dynamics, with the possibility of venturing into them myself when I come to see a basis for them; the popular Dante and Vergil (DV) is not one that I will adhere to within my portrayal, as I respectfully disagree with the foundation for it (though I understand/respect people who ship/write it).

To add to that, I'm here to write, I do not and will not get involved in social politics of any kind, this includes (but is not limited to): call-out and cancel culture, white knighting in the eyes of anon hate, ship wars, gatekeeping, and real life politics. Aside from the topic noted above, the universe of Devil May Cry is a dark one, and I will not restrict myself in exploring these topics from an analytical point of view. If you're unsure of whether that's up your alley or not, you're under no obligation to follow me and in the same mind, you're free to unfollow whenever you see fit. No ill will. I'm incredibly big on respect, and I happily offer it to you in the same capacity as you offer it to me, it's a two way street. We're adults here, after all.

Shipping/Romantic interests. While Dante is rather of a (tried, true and failed) ladies' man, who may throw the odd comment left/right to women and men alike, this does not mean that there's an automatic opening to shipping with him. I'm a very selective shipper who nit picks way too much for my (and unfortunately, his) own good, so you won't see it easily. Beyond that, I do not believe that he's as easy to ship with as the fandom makes him out to be. All in all, just don't equate flirtations/teases with shipping invitations without hopping into DMs!

[understandingbimbos]

Yeah, I'm very much not a fan of Chrissy or this video. At least a quarter of my blog is ranting about her and her (unfortunately) massive influence. I didn't include that in my reblog and I think that was the right call because while I really dislike the whole "bimbo is feminist" thing (it's not) and the "bimbofication isn't a fetish it's being a confident while wearing pink or doing bastardized y2k cosplay" thing, I'm not here to tell people who to like. And I'm really not in a position to either because despite everything my honest feelings about irl bimbofication are very mixed, skewed to negative.

Presenting bimboism as empowering and moral isn't new and isn't helpful to anyone, especially the way Chrissy does it, telling you a bimbo doesn't need to be dumb while playing dumb and affecting her voice. Saying bimbos don't need to be sexual while emphasizing skimpy clothing and sexualizing herself. It creates a situation where someone is being told a "bimbo" is whatever they want it to be while also presenting a very specific image of what a bimbo is. So if you play into that image, even coincidentally, even if you're rebelling against that image and what it means -- you're a bimbo. But you can also be a bimbo and not play into that image at all.

None of what Chrissy has done (is doing?) is new, which makes all the attention from publications and mass acceptance even more baffling. We've been here. We've had these conversations. Framing being a bimbo as an inherently good or political statement is not remotely revolutionary or even sensible especially since what is new and different now from before is that what Chrissy's doing, whether she knows it or not, directly involves and is intrinsically tied to a fetish. And it kind of creates this stupid loop where her shit is both obscuring fetish content and leading people to it, including minors because she's on TikTok. And if they're not finding fetish content the idea and basis of that fetish mentality eventually occurs anyway. Memes and satire don't live in a vacuum. People LIVE by memes. And it happens all the time where somebody does or says something ironically then really starts to believe it, like self-deprecating jokes.

This is the 10th video under the "bimbotok" tag on TikTok. It has 1.9 million views and was posted three months ago. Of course, its a joke, but that doesn't mean people won't take it seriously. I'm not a sociologist but there seems to be a sort of barrier. I feel like people can recognize the frivolity of a joke in a movie or TV show in a more impersonal format but when it comes to something like self-shot videos or social media posts it can feel a bit more real and intimate, and the silly becomes serious. Of course it also depends on how online you are... where was I? Oh, yeah, there's also this song that was apparently a popular TikTok sound for a while.

Again, not helping anybody. This only came out a year after Chrissy's first bimbo tiktoks. You see how quickly we go from "ironic" embodiment and appreciation to explicit fetish content? And while the BimboTok stuff probably led to Alicia Amira deciding to abandon notions of feminism as a whole I know some of the other IRL bimbo women (like Jessy Bunny, I think) embraced it and took as an open invitation instead. Even creepy ass Pink Bimbo Academy is on TikTok.

It's harder for me to find material related to my fetish while the public is basically assaulted by it, its all very silly and fucked up. It's been a "meme" over half a decade now but bimbofication isn't like feet, maybe its weird or seems silly, but its not harmless. Something that could be considered a "mind control" fetish shouldn't be anything but niche, and had literally any other Sortimid sequence gone viral I'm sure it still would be.

[pancakes-talks]

I can't believe I'm still getting likes/reblogs on my old Nico posts. Like I'm shocked people are still finding them since it's been so long. I'm shocked that anyone saw them when I first posted them I thought the pjo fandom was dead. And like it makes me happy that other people like the same character I do and they like the stuff I made. But it also makes me sad. Cause I just haven't had the energy to be as crazy into the series as I used to be. I'm trying to rekindle that fire but it's hard sitting myself down to read and making stuff inspired by what I read. I want to enjoy things again. I want to be insane about something. So invested, so enthralled, I end up spending hours writing stupid stories and drawing goofy shit to make myself giggle.

I want to sit down and take in everything. Feeling completely engrossed in a story watching it unravel. How it's carefully sewn plots together. Just experiencing how more alive characters feel the further you get into the story. I want to furiously type out my developing theory's of where the story is going and tying those threads together as they're revealed. Just going completely feral when I'm proven right or wrong. Caring deeply for the characters ambitions and rooting for them.

Feeling your heart drop to your stomach as you see the ledge they're about to leap off of before they do. knowing there's nothing you can do to stop it from happening. Watching them fall. Watching them struggle to get back up on their feet and forging on anyway.

Cheering for them as they finally make their way back home safe. But having that bittersweet feeling wash over you as you realize there's no adventure left for you to follow.

Like, Goddamn! I don't want to watch a 20 minute YouTube video giving me a chopped up synopsis of a book for 1/4th of it and then give me a surface level analysis they pulled from Wikipedia nearly word for word for the last quarter. That's like licking the condensation off the outside of a soda bottle. I want the whole deal. I don't want to have to settle for less because I'm exhausted and in pain from work. It's kinda bullshit I can hardly enjoy my hobbies, which consist of mostly sitting down! That's crazy. Don't get me started on AI bullshit. Like no bud I don't want a computer to steal images and then muddle them together to make "art". The process of creating something is the whole point of CREATING SOMETHING. Typing words and instantly getting a garbled emotionless picture is not going to give me the same joy as drawing a horrific Freddy Fazbear as an old timey Chuck e cheese animatronic inspired by meat canon but in my own glossy style. Spending hours detailing his shiny rubbery skin and jagged tooth that's somehow rotting even though it should be plastic right??? Setting his eyes and eyelids further back into his gapping sockets to make them seem more uncanny. And having them look sideways at you even though he's placed forward on the stage. And then posting it in every discord I'm in. Forcing my friends to look at him as he gazes back at them. And then all reacting with "..oh my god? oh mY GOD! OH MY GOD" followed by "YOU MADE THAT? THATS FUCKING AWESOME" like no dude typing words on a keyboard will never make me feel as close to godhood as creating funny little cursed drawings does.

[crazykuroneko]

lmao at people saying "lestat's threats were empty tho!" like it's a gotcha argument. He still made the threats! It's not too much of a stretch for us to believe he didn't really mean it all, but how were Louis & Claudia to know that?! I'm obviously hoping amc!Lestat undergoes some major character development soon (tho I'm trying to keep an open mind on s1 until we see these famous "revisits") but either way, this portrayal isn't quite as distant from IWTV-era Lestat as some like to claim.

Yeah, I actually don't hold too strong on any theories or anything right now because we're still halfway through Book 1 and only like quarter-ish (we got half Louis' and Claud's accounts but they're tempered with to some level, no Lestat's at all) of the "truth" of the past. So, Season 2 will really be the one that shows where this show will go. But I would like them to break down Lestat's account when it's his time to speak as well. His memory might not be tempered with as much as Louis', but he has his own bias on things and tendency to weave this fairytale (see: my last reblog).

I do hope they'll write good arcs for all characters. Rolin likes to mention PL, so I suppose we'll arrive in PL era (in whatever shape of form) one day but everyone's characteristics are pretty different there and afaik some book readers found them jarring. So I need Rolin "fix-it" this aspect

[charles-rxwlands]

the aftermath of 'i love you.'

this is the sequel to my fic how kaz would react to 'i love you.' which was basically all angst. spoiler alert: this is all angst, too.

pairing: kaz brekker/reader but not exactly (??) cause they've broken up so uh

rating: teen

word count: 1.5k (rounded up)

summary: what happened after you said 'i love you,' to kaz

tags: gender neutral!reader, angst, unhappy ending

warnings: swearing, self-deprecating thoughts, and i think that's it? but pls lmk if anything else is needed

read on ao3

a/n: the writing quality of this really went 📉📈📉 but in my defense i wrote most of this while my brother watched tommy innit videos at full volume so ofc i was distracted.

and fyi muzzen is not an oc, he's one of the minor minor characters in soc!

once again, feedback and reblogs are appreciated! hope you enjoy reading <3

Kaz's pov

He watched you from the other side of the room as you blatantly flirted with Muzzen. He had his glass of kvas (Jesper had begged for the club to order the ravkan mead for weeks) in a death grip. You ran your fingers through your hair, and smiled at something Muzzen had said. He tugged lightly on the collar of your jacket, making you laugh softly. Kaz's heart tightened, jealousy settling in his chest.

You looked happy, even as you conversed with the brainless bodyguard who probably couldn't count up to ten. Kaz hadn't been able to make you happy like that. But you had loved him anyway, and he had 'fucked you over', as you'd put it.

I love you.

You're a coward, Brekker.

Kaz let out something in between a sigh and a frustrated grunt. He drained the rest of his drink in one go, and set the glass down more violently than he'd intended. His scowl deepened, if that were even possible, when he sensex Inej slide into the seat next to him. He waited for her to speak, because he sure as hell wasn't going to initiate the conversation. What was there to say? You and him were over. And it was all his fault. 

"Kaz," Inej said. Her tone of voice was gentle - too gentle. He didn't want to be pitied, for fuck's sake. 

"What is it, Inej?" he snapped. 

"Tell me what happened between you and Y/n."

"Nothing to tell." He shrugged. 

Annoyance flickered over her face. "I care about you both, you know," she said. "I don't like seeing you two like this."

He gave her a withering look, if only to disguise the ugly feeling that flared up within him at her words. 

Don't care about me.

Don't love me.

You can't.

Kaz bit the inside of his cheek and hung his head. He studiously ignored Inej for a solid minute. At some point, he noticed that you and Muzzen had abandoned your corner table, most likely to go suck each other's faces off. The thought sent jolts of jealousy through his heart. 

"For Saint's sake- did she break your heart? Is that it?" she demanded, apparently having had enough of his silence.

He 'tsked' in annoyance, standing up abruptly. He snatched up his cane. "Maybe I broke hers," he muttered before walking off. He didn't want to answer questions today. Or ever.

Inej didn't follow him, and he was thankful for that. He trudged up the stairway, the rickety steps creaking under his weight. Emotions swirled within him, brewing up a storm. It was just a matter of time before he exploded, because as much as he hated to admit it, he was still human. Especially when it came to you. 

You had been one of the first people to see his humanity, and the last thing he wanted was to become another monster in your life.

But then again, maybe it was too late.

Suddenly, he bumped into someone. He hissed, flinching backwards. "Watch it-," his next words died on his tongue when he looked up, and came face to face with you. For a few, painfully awkward moments, the two of you held eye contact. Your face was stony, but your e/c eyes betrayed some kind of emotion that Kaz couldn't be bothered to decipher right now.

"Sorry, Brekker," you apologised. Your tone was flat. "C'mon, Muzzen," you gestured for him to follow you back down with a jerk of your head.

His hand twitched at his side as you left, almost as if his body yearned for your presence. Your shoulders nearly touched - missing each other by less than a centimetre. He couldn't decide if that was a good or bad thing. 

Letting out another sharp breath, Kaz resumed the walk back to his room. His footsteps grew quicker and more urgent. Your name echoed in his mind, as well as the three words that had haunted him for days now. 

Y/n. Y/n. Y/n.

I love you, I love you, I love you.

He slammed the door behind him when he finally reached his quarters. His cane fell to the floor, although his gloves stayed on. He stumbled into the cramped bathroom, bracing two hands against the rusty sink. He twisted the tap open, ignoring the squeak of the old mechanism that would have otherwise annoyed him. A gentle stream of water flowed from the tap head, and he splashed some on his face. 

No, he thought stubbornly, I am not going to break down because of Y/n.

The despair that rattled inside of him said otherwise.

f only he had reacted better when you'd told him you loved him. If only he hadn't yelled at you and called you all those horrible things that weren't true about you in the slightest. You weren't selfish at all. You were the exact opposite. You were kind, and thoughtful, and understanding - so, so understanding of him and his endless baggage. And he had- he had ruined it all, because of his own cowardice.

You're a coward, Brekker.

I know, he thought, not for the first time. I'm sorry. 

· · ─── ·𖥸· ─── · ·

Your pov

"I- I'm sorry, Muzzen, but I think I'm gonna turn in for the night," you said to the bodyguard, smiling sheepishly. "I've got a bit of a headache."

"It's alright," he said, giving a half-hearted smile back. It was clear he didn't believe you. You didn't know if that was because your acting skills weren't as up to par as you thought, or because the bodyguard was smarter than you made him out to be.

You all but ran up the stairs, nearly sagging in relief as the door closed behind you. You suddenly couldn't stand the feeling of the fabric of your coat on your skin and shrugged it off; Kaz had bought it for you, because of course the reminder of him lingered everywhere you went.

Your room wasn't anywhere near big, but it was a good way away from Kaz's, and for the first time, you were grateful for that. You couldn't deal with him at the moment.

Wait, no, that came out wrong. It wasn't him specifically that you couldn't deal with, it was the bad memories (or, rather, memory, as there was one key shitshow that had ruimed everything) that came with him.

Oh, Saints, why, why, why had you told him you loved him? Things had been going so well! And then you- you fucked it up. Yes, you had blatantly blamed this on Kaz the day of the argument, but deep down, you knew you were the one at fault. 

Your heart ached every time you thought of him. You missed Kaz. So, so much. It hadn't escaped you how he had been eyeing you and Muzzen earlier in the evening. You could only hope that he was staring out of jealousy, and not devising some foolproof plan to get rid of you.

What would it take for Kaz to forgive you? Or had you fucked things up beyond repair? 

"Shit," you whispered, leaning your head against the wall. Tears burned at the corners of your eyes. "Shit." You didn't know what exactly was 'shit'. Maybe the decision you came to moments later.

I'm going to apologise to him," you said to your empty room. "I will."

With a sniffle, you cracked open your door and slipped back outside. You had left your coat in a pile on the floor, making you vulnerable to the cold that pierced the empty areas of the Crow Club. Your feet carried you to Kaz's room naturally. You barely had to think about where you were going. Instead, you thought of Kaz himself. 

Kaz. Your fallen angel, you used to call him in your mind. You couldn't express how sorry you were. You didn't even know what you were sorry for. Loving him? Loving him, and saying it aloud? Loving him, and saying it aloud, because you were so sure he felt the same way? 

You had been being selfish. Kaz said so himself. Selfish and stupid. Of course Kaz didn't love you.

At last, you were in front of his door. You raised a fist to knock. Opened your mouth to call out. Except you did none of those. You just stood there, tears welling up in your eyes once again, a familiar pang of sadness in your chest. 

He wouldn't want to see you. How could he? This was your fault, wasn't it? It was your selfishness, and your wishful thinking that had gotten you two into this position. You missed him, but you wouldn't go as far as to think he missed you, too. If you attempted to apologise… would it really be for him? 

You wouldn't be selfish. Not again.

"I'm sorry," you whispered. 

You turned around, and walked away. 

[blissfulbqrnes]

We Were Both Young

summary; the drink server with the nice smile and pretty eyes catches your attention when he definitely shouldn't

warnings; swearing, love at first sight type thing, readers annoying sister interrupting shit, a cameo from all the one direction boys, nothing really just yet

word count; 1k

note; this is a series I've been wanting to publish for quite some time, it's heavily inspired by love story by Taylor swift (one of my favorite songs ever). like romeo and juliet with a much happier ending. please send feedback rather it be through asks or reblogs, constructive criticism is always welcome. one-shot requests are open but be sure to check out my boundaries on my navigation before.

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You breathed in through your nose, the warm summer air sending a bit of relief throughout your body. Being outside was much better than sitting inside being bombarded with drink offers, hugs from people you haven't seen in fifteen years, or the smells of overly expensive cologne and perfume.

The bright lights from the large chandeliers were bright in contrast to the gorgeous star-filled night sky. Father made you dance with multiple suitors tonight, a few of them stepped on your dress or on your feet. The only reason you couldn't rule on your own with no husband, was because you're a woman, and they believe you aren't fit to rule your people.

Truth be told, you could do a better job than all the sorry old men who you knew as your great grandfathers, maybe the discrimination towards women would end if you could change the ways of the people. Keyword, if. Your father simply wouldn't have that.

Before you were caught, you slipped back into the party, but it was just quarter til' eleven, and everyone leaves at twelve. An entire hour left of dancing with dreadfully arrogant pricks who were all thinking they could somehow swoon you and take the thrown from your father.

A tap on your shoulder pulled your gaze from the dancing people in front of you. You whipped around locking eyes with a set of green ones who happened to belong to one of the most gorgeous men you had ever had the luck of seeing. Shoulder-length brown curls that looked soft to the touch, pretty pink lips you could imagine kissing all day long, a cute nose you could press a peck to if you weren't in a full ballroom where you're supposed to be finding a lover.

"Would ya like a drink, princess?" his slow accented voice made it hard for you not to pass out, and the way princess rolled off his tongue was like an eargasm, of course, everyone called you that but the way this man says it is unearthly.

You seemed to be lost in a trance, because the only thing you heard was his chuckles at your flushed mannerisms, "Oh, pardon?" you stumbled on your words a bit, breaking eye contact with him momentarily.

"You must be overwhelmed, do you want a drink?" He tried again, but he didn't ask until he was sure you were paying complete attention to him.

"OH! No thank you." Your voice was louder than you intended and the stranger jumped a little at the volume, "sorry.." You mumbled, scratching the back of your neck. Great job, now you've fucked it.

"No love, you didn't fuck it. Whatever it is. M' Harry by the way." He was smiled now, showing off a far too perfect, pearly smile.

"Harry, mate. You won't believe what this blond babe said to me-" A blond man, you've never seen before froze mid-sentence, dropping on one knee, "I'm so sorry, princess. Please don't fire me! I need this job to pay school debt" You stifled a laugh at his pleading, though his apology wasn't really needed, he was simply trying to chat with his friend about a lady who was probably wonderful.

"Niall, get off the damn floor will ye? She doesn't want your sorry Irish arse!" Another accented voice scolding flicking the blond's ear, two more brunettes followed, "Hi, I'm Louis Tomlinson, these are my mates, Harry, Niall, Zayn, and Liam." He pointed at each of the boys, all (minus harry) of which who waved with similar nervous smiles.

“I have no say in that, he does though,” you pointed in the direction of your suit-clad father. "it is a pleasure to meet you all." you smiled genuinely for the second time tonight.

"The pleasure is all ours." Liam countered, a charming, yet bashful smile on his stubbled face. Zayn and Niall nodded at his comment, they all clearly were interested in pay raise of some sort with how they were treating you.

"YN! Why are you conversing with the help?!" Your slightly younger sister, Annaliese whisper shouted, tugging at your glove-covered arm in the direction of the bustling party, "Mother has been searching for you all over." She tutted pulling you away from the boys, but more specifically Harry.

Hopelessly, you looked back, eyes catching the sorry looks on all the other boys' faces, locking eyes with Harry again almost cinematically, he looked like a sick puppy, but unfortunately, you couldn't do anything about it.

Louis clapped Harry on the shoulder, "you should've definitely swooped on that one, mate." He mumbled pinching Harry's reddening cheeks. "She's here to find a suitor t' night, y' know?" Zayn informed, looping his arm over Liam's shoulder.

Harry slapped his hands away, punching Louis in the side, and flicking Niall's forehead, "I would've if this dense bastard was paying attention to the person I was talking to, but this "blonde babe" story couldn't wait five more minutes. Really Zayn? It's almost like that was on the flier in town."

Niall grunted out an apology and something about going to get another plate of drinks to serve, Liam and Zayn following swiftly behind him.

"You like her already, H? You 'aven't lashed out about a girl like that since Kendall," Louis murmured, searching his best friend's face for if he was truly right. Though Louis wouldn't need a rocket scientist to figure out how he was feeling, the boys have all known each other since they were twelve and there weren't secrets between them.

At first, Harry didn't know what to say so he nodded, but after a few moments of silence between him and Louis, he began to explain "She got so nervous talkin' to me. The princess got nervous talking me!"

Harry’s brain was swarming with thoughts of you, the beautiful dress you were wearing, your pretty eyes, lips that are perfectly full and plump, the way you got anxious speaking to him, and just everything that made you, you.

tags; @kissmyaxe140 @kennedywxlsh @harryguapito @avocado24

[matan4il]

hi! this ask has a couple things so apologies in advance if this gets long lol

first, i wanted to ask about the coma buck theory. i've only recently watched the show, i've been in the fandom for about a month (mostly lurking and reblogging gifs lol). since day one i've noticed that 'buck will go into coma in 6b' seems to be something a lot of people believe, so if you know, where did that theory come from? i personally couldn't think of anything in the show that seemed to point to that, and and i also didn't find any posts discussing this in any detail, it seems like a collective headcanon more than anything to me. but i'm definitely very curious, so if this is something that you can see happening, could you please share your thoughts?

also this second part of this ask is just me getting excited bc i saw you mention the 309 kitchen scene in a recent ask and i've been dying to scream about it to someone lol. because oh my god, right??? idk how intentional that was or maybe the actors just happen to have good chemistry, idk anything but i just know that i had the weirdest cognitive dissonance moment while watching that scene. like just, the way buck steps towards eddie, my entire body sort of braced in excitement for a kiss, and like, that moment lasted for only about a quarter of a second but i actually had to pause because while watching that scene i'd literally forgotten that they're not actually together, and i was just like. wait. what happened. what? and just. aaaaaaahhh it was such a great scene and they're just so great and perfect together and like if the writers weren't planning on their chemistry they've written themselves into a corner bc they're just so perfect for each other, literally the family they've chosen, and just. aaah i love them sm😅

anyway, thanks a ton for reading my rambling, i really love your blog! hope you're having a good week <3

Hi Nonnie! No worries, I'm here to always try and help! *hugs*

So for the first part, I kind of explained my experience of seeing the coma!Buck theory taking shape in the fandom here.

As for the 309 kitchen scene, I love screaming about it, so yeeeeees, I'm glad we get to together! XD I personally am convinced that the 309 sexual tension was intentional. Why? Because the scene doesn't work without it. There's a joke they wanted to play, where they build our expectations towards some sort of an explosion between these two characters, but then instead of giving us that, they provide comic relief through letting a different kind of scene play out, a light-hearted one, comical in nature, that would make us smile (Buddifer playing video games together). But this only works if they REALLY build up the tension and if we REALLY ask ourselves whether there's going to be a blow up of some kind on our screens in a second. And while the scene plays around the idea that maybe Buddie will physically fight each other, we all know they were not. Buck had just apologized to Eddie again, he just showed how much he cares, and Eddie was visibly affected and moved by this, and their whole talk vibrates with how much they care about each other, I don't think anyone really believed they were gonna start punching each other. So if for the comic bit to work, the tension has to be real, and the aggressive/violent tension isn't, what made the comedy there work? The sexual tension. They HAD to turn to the implication of sexual tension, otherwise that whole thing falls flat. So yes, this is why I'm sure they did THAT intentionally. And your reaction, which you so perfectly described? It's not just yours. I went through it as well, and I'm sure we're not the only ones, because we were supposed to embrace for impact.

And I'm with you, I very much believe 911 has written itself into a corner. No one would ever work with either Buck or Eddie as well as the other one does. Eddie was originally supposed to be Maddie's Love Interest, but the second they changed course on that, they clearly built Eddie's introduction with Oliver and Ryan's chemistry in mind. They already saw enough of it to know that making us care about Eddie through Buck's eyes would work. So I'm also convinced if they wrote themselves into a corner, it's a corner of their own making, know what I mean?

Thank you so much for the kind words, and I'm so glad to know you enjoy my blog, I hope you continue to! Have a great day, lovely! As always, here's my ask tag. xoxox