#i don't even really care about the things that usually bring me joy.

[captaintiny]

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[no1blacksapphirefan]

Hi! This is my first time requesting ever but this is kinda based on something I do l a lot.

So like whenever I'm in class or a lecture I would usually play crk like to grind or finish up some things l so can I get self aware hcs for the usual cookies with something revolving around this please? Like maybe they can hear a bit of the lectures or conversations with friends (my friend would usually scold me a bit for playing games so yeah 😅)

I do that too, me and my friend. Sometimes the teachers late or there's a substitute so what better way to spend our time than to say hello to our favourite cookies (He still hasn't gotten his fav yet...soon guys soon)

((Reader is in college/university for this ask ^^))

Shadow Milk Oho? Not paying attention in class are you? If he was still the Fount of Truth he might be disappointed that you aren't studying but now, seeing you want to pay attention to him? How cute. He'll let it slide, just make sure to not get caught...than again, it could be fun to make it a challenge for you~

He's not that mean though don't worry!! He wouldn't do that...all the time, hey he can't help but have at least a little bit of fun with you by playing a voiceline out loud. What's that? You swear you turned down the volume? Whoops, did he have something to do that? He won't say anything, just look up at you through the screen with a big grin.

Pure Vanilla Oh no dearie :(( You should really pay attention in your lectures, don't get him wrong. He's a bit flattered you wish to pay attention to him rather than your lecture. Well, maybe you are but taking notes is important!!

He listens carefully with whatever the professor is taking about, making notes of it in hopes to subtly help you if you get stuck. How will he do this? He doesn't know, but he'll try!! He doesn't want to be the reason (even if it was you who opened the app) that your scores dropped.

Burning Spice Hah ha!! He likes the attention, even if you're just doing it so you can get your resources and grind (and see him) He doesn't care for whatever the lecturer is saying (unless it's something that peaks his interest) oh but he does enjoy see you try and hide your phone as you attempt to do your bounties. It looks like a fun game to him.

And hey, you're doing a great job aren't you? As far as he knows, you haven't been caught once yet! Quite the achievement he will say, you should be proud of yourself!! Just for you, he'll cut the wood faster so you can get your materials before the professor catches you.

Black Sapphire You're a sneaky one aren't you? Shouldn't you be paying attention to the topic and not the game? He doesn't complain though, he almost wants it. Whether or not your attention is going to be on him. Of course he would prefer if you paid attention to him buuttt, just the thought of the game he's apart in being seemingly more important then a lecture brings him a sense of joy.

Depending on the topic of your class, he may record whatever the professor is saying and broadcast it to the cookies. It's quite off from what he usually does but hey, some people may enjoy hearing about, say, how a criminal mind works.

Fire Spirit I think he'd encourage it, or try. It's not that he doesn't want you to listen to the lecture, he does know it'll be important for your future but...he can't help but yearn for that attention to be placed on him. He loves it, makes him feel all giddy and sunshine and rainbows and everything inside.

Just pray you have your volume turned down/off cuz he may be more louder to grab your attention if he can. He knows you're just doing your usual things quickly but you cannot tell me this man wouldn't be wanting your attention. If that doesn't work, expect to see him following where ever you got your screen is. He might even try to do multiple of your resource farming. How? He doesn't know himself, but he'll try!

((Fun fact, I once nearly forgot to turn down my volume of my phone when I was playing and the starting tune blasted through my schools hallways, not a fun time))

[vixstarria]

Intimacy

Hello friends, have some soft Act 2 Astarion.  

Astarion’s struggle with sex and intimacy. Connected with my other fics but is a standalone, per usual. 

Astarion x Reader, Astarion x Tav, soft Astarion 

Hurt/comfort, some fluff if you squint, love, angst, mutual pining, Act 2 spoilers, some fairly softcore smut 

Approximately 1,600 words. 

AO3

“I have no idea what we’re doing,” he told you. You’d replayed that conversation over and over countless times in your mind, since.  

You had no idea what you were doing either. Oh, navigating an ordinary relationship was simple enough, and you’d had your fair share of those – even if they’d all ended in disappointment at best, so far. Being with someone who’d just escaped 200 years of abuse, however... That was something new.  

“I don't think I want you to think of me in terms of sex.” 

Well that was a fuck-up. He was walking sex. ...Most likely due to sheer force of habit, so necessary for survival over all those years, but still.  

“I love you.” 

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck...  

You were in over your head too. Completely. Hopelessly. In love with this catastrophe of a man.  

What were you to do with him now?  

Wait for him to take the lead in every physical interaction? It wasn’t in your nature to be so passive. He knew this. And you were sure he would love to be treated like spurned glass all of a sudden.  

Continue as you were? Even though now all you could think about was whether a touch might bring up a repulsive memory? Assume that you could singlehandedly overwrite centuries of disgust and loathing, overnight? How presumptuous and overbearing that would have been. 

Communicate? Ask? Listen? Sure. Absolutely. You did. Or tried, anyway. You were about as good at talking about these things as he was. And you didn’t really trust him to be completely honest at this point. Whether with you or his own self.  

And so you explored. Slowly, cautiously and attentively.

 

The most innocent touches seemed to bring him an inordinate amount of joy. You weren’t surprised.  

Passing him a vial of poison for his weapons and letting your fingers brush and caress one another’s, briefly. Wordlessly running a stray hand along his waist and planting a quick kiss under his ear while you walked past him as he stood talking with someone. Lingering with your foreheads or noses touching lightly after a kiss.

 

He leaped at any opportunity to massage your sore muscles or help you apply a salve, and you let him. It seemed he wanted to take care of you, and was working out all the ways how.  

He still pleasured you in different ways, at times.  

“You don’t have to...” 

“I want to,” he said. 

He just chose to keep his own pants on, now. You weren’t sure about his motivations. Could it be guilt? Or a misguided sense of self-worth? Did he still think this is all he was good for? Or, maybe you were completely overthinking it, and he was still just desperately horny, even if taking a step back. He was more present than before though, you could tell that much. 

You considered his reactions to other forms of touch, careful not to make your observation obvious. 

He hated being scratched. The entire area of his back covered in scars was off-limits for anything but embraces. He enjoyed playful bites, both giving and receiving. And more than anything, he loved holding you close, feeling as much of your body at once as possible, basking in its warmth.  

In turn, you were more than happy to wrap yourself around him when you could. 

“Why do you even like this?” he asked, apprehensive about it at first. “You don’t need to pretend for my sake. I can’t give you any warmth.” 

“I can give you mine,” you said, simply. “Besides, you obviously don’t remember what it’s like to lie in a puddle of sweat with someone who runs hot. This is a nice change.” you added after a moment of contemplation.  

You meant what you said, but you were dying to drag him into a hot bath, just to know what it would feel like for him to be warmed through. Maybe you’d get the chance once you got to Baldur’s Gate.

 

There happened to be a private room available at Last Light Inn that night. The group unanimously agreed that you and Astarion would take it, while the rest of your companions bunked in the common. 

“For Shar’s sake, piss off, none of us want to see or hear you two,” were the exact words of their blessing, delivered by Shadowheart. Karlach sanctified it by throwing a (deftly dodged) half-eaten apple at Astarion’s head.  

“Especially not hear!”

 

“I know this may come as a shock, but I’m actually not too fond of beds,” he said. 

“New memories, Astarion,” you shook your head. “Beds are non-negotiable. I wasn’t too fond of rutting in the dirt either.” 

“I’ll never grow tired of how poetic you are,” he smiled, unceremoniously throwing his gear on the floor. “New memories, you say?” 

A while later, you were straddling Astarion’s hips as he sat shirtless on the edge of the bed. 

“You know, you never did tell me what you like,” you sighed, your fingers in his hair as he kissed your neck.   

“Oh, what does anyone like? It’s all the same in the end,” he said, running his hands along your thighs. 

“That’s not true,” you murmured in his ear. “I can show you some things that are pretty unique to you right now,” you said and ran the tip of your tongue along the lower inner edge of his ear, making him shudder and let out a small moan.  

“You little devil, when did you figure that out?” he breathed.  

“When I happened to brush your ear a while back, like this,” you giggled, repeating the hand movement on his other ear, making him catch his breath slightly again, “and you just about started purring.” 

He just chuckled in response. 

“So what other secrets are you hiding?” you purred, kissing around his ear. “I might just need to kiss and caress every inch of your body to find out.” 

"Sounds like a terrible chore,” he said, falling back onto the bed and pulling you with him. “You don’t want to do that.” 

“Shut up and let me cherish you.” 

You kissed down along one side his neck, slowly, taking your time, pausing to lightly lick or nibble on any spot that made him hitch his breath. He was putty in your hands by the time you reached his collarbone. 

“Just don’t go any lower,” he said breathlessly. 

You hummed your agreement. You couldn’t handle going any lower yourself – you were completely intoxicated with the scent of his skin and the sound of his sighs of pleasure, if you went any lower, you would keep going, and you didn’t think it was a day for that yet.  

You continued up the other side of his neck instead.  

You hesitated for a moment before your lips reached the bite marks left by Cazador, but Astarion made no indication that he didn’t want you to keep going, and so you continued. He let out a soft whimper as your lips brushed the scars. 

“No?” you pulled back slightly, your hot breath still on his skin. He was lying with his eyes shut, head thrown back, neck completely exposed to you. 

“Yes...” he whispered, hoarsely. “Very yes... Softly...” 

You continued, lingering with your lips on the scars, as his fingers dug into the flesh of your hips, snapping them against his own and grinding you against an unmistakable erection. 

“I want you to make those marks your own... Yours and no one else’s...” he rasped. 

This is probably a mistake, you thought, but you could barely help yourself as you moaned into his neck and ran your tongue over the scars, making him growl and grind you into himself harder. The friction, the knowledge that he wanted it too was driving you mad.  

“I’m going to come if you don’t stop that,” you begged. 

“Go ahead,” he groaned. 

“Not without you.” 

Something in the energy changed then, and you lifted yourself off him, sitting up. Astarion stayed on his back a moment longer, before exhaling and also raising himself into a sitting position. You were still on his lap, facing him.  

“Listen,” he took your face in both hands, looking into your eyes intensely. “I want you so fucking bad, it hurts. I want to tear your clothes off and ravage you until you’re speaking in tongues. I do.” His voice was hoarse. He paused, before continuing. “But even more than that, I want to remember this, remember you, and not have any of the dirt from my past mixed into it. It’s difficult enough to keep it at bay as it is.” His eyes teared up at that. “And right now, for now, this is the only way I know how to do that.”  

“I’m sorry.” Tears sprang from your eyes. 

“No, you sweet idiot, you haven’t done anything wrong. I love you.” He gathered you in his arms, kissing away your tears as his own started to roll down. He sighed. “Great, now no one is coming, and everyone is crying.” 

You both burst out laughing as soon as those words were out of his mouth.  

You held each other a while longer, him stroking your back, before you broke the silence. 

“So the bite scars are pretty erogenous then?” 

“Extremely. Use that knowledge at your own risk and peril, darling.” 

He lifted your chin for a kiss. 

“Shall we go piss everyone off for a while, maybe steal Lae’zel’s boots, then come back here for more ‘memories’?” he asked.  

“Sounds childish and dangerous. I’m in.” 

You needed to clear your head too.  

Maybe tomorrow would be the day one of you would get closer to knowing what it was you were doing, and tell the other. Until then, at least you were in it together. 

~~~~~ 

The “I love you” is not canon for Act 2, but it is my headcanon, damnit.  

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[luminique]

You don't have to do this but I NEED me some Lighter as an adopted older brother or has a baby with the reader. I'm a sucker for big brother or fatherly things!!

‘it’s a rough life out here in the outer ring.’ those words echoed through his head as he scooped up the little baby wrapped up in a blanket. it’s face was all red, seemed to be a few weeks old at most, but he didn’t recall seeing this small package here before. its cries were quiet, due to it being muffled by its own blanket.

the hatred he had in his heart could not overtake how much it throbbed at the sight of such a small bundle of joy, pressed up into his chest as he cradled it to sleep. how was he going to explain this to the rest of the girls? how was he going to explain this to you? but more importantly, how was he going to bring it back without waking it from the loud roar of his bike? piper’s driving was out of the question and calling all of the girls over would just scare it even more.

as he made his way back to his bike, the baby’s little fingers had found its way to his scarf, tugging at it gently. once he had sat down on his bike, he carefully removed his scarf and used it to cover up the precious baby. it was preoccupied enough to not notice him turn on the engine but now was the difficult part; driving back one handed while ensuring it doesn’t wake up.

slowly, he was able to arrive back, a lot later than usual however. he was carefully shushing the baby, stroking its cheek so gently as he made his way to the fire pit. he paid no mind to lucy questioning his absence, nor did he try to entertain caesar’s invitation for a spar. he flopped down on the couch, the warm fire reflecting off of his shades. he looked around for you, desperately wanting some sort of reassurance in this situation.

of course the girls had immediately swarmed him but the moment their eyes landed on the little bundle of joy in his arms, they immediately softened up. awww’s and ooh’s could be heard, like a weirdly harmonized symphony. not before long, your head popped through the crowd and it felt like he had let out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding.

the baby was so good, barely making a noise as he carefully handed it to you, albeit a little clumsily. however, it’s little hand was wrapped around lighter’s finger, gripping it like it’s life depend on it. “this little one really likes you, huh?” you’d try teasing him but he was using all of his power to not just melt at the sight.

he didn’t know he was such a softie. yeah, the Sons of Calydon have made fun of him for being soft once in a while, especially when it came to you, and he knew it but constantly denied it. now seeing you cradling this baby, cooing at it, something in his chest felt warm and it was definitely not from the fire.

after a few minutes, the baby started crying and of course everyone went into a panic. they scrambled around, trying to figure out what had occurred and it turned out that the baby just needed a change of diapers. a kind mother nearby living nearby was more than happy to assist, teaching how to clean and feed. no one ever told you about how stressful it is to handle a crying, squirming baby but after changing it’s diapers and giving it some milk, this was when you realized that the little baby was a girl.

everyone was exhausted and the girls had gone to rest in their rooms. it was fun nonetheless but taking care of a baby is a lot more work than you thought. you flopped back on to the couch, baby still in hand, slowly patting her to sleep. lighter followed you around, wanting to keep the baby close in his sight.

“what should we do with her?” you quietly asked, eyes slowly closing as the baby’s breathing could be felt on your chest.

‘it’s a rough life out here in the outer ring’ there it was again. that same voice in his head. was it telling him to keep the baby? or was it telling him that staying here isn’t the best option? the proxies down in sixth street might know an adoption pla-

he felt your head resting on his shoulder, the slow rise and fall of your chest. a bundle of joy, all wrapped up in his scarf, gripping it tightly like how she did with his finger. as long as he had you, he was sure she would be brought up well. the other members of the Sons of Calydon would also not reject because that’s another girl for them to adore.

he removed his sunglasses, taking one last look at her small face before resting himself. then he looked at you, clearly exhausted yet keeping still for the baby. they say it takes a village to raise a child, he’ll come to understand if it’s true. the start of a new life, for not just this abandoned baby, but for him too.

[lexxiie]

WHEN THEIR PARTNER LOVES TO DANCE

Fandom: My hero academia Featuring: shigaraki, hawks, dabi, overhaul x fem reader

SHIGARAKI

He knows you love to dance ever since he met you, but, as you may imagine, that's not really his field of expertise. When you go to events where dancing is common, you usually stay sat. You do it because you want to, and you don't wish to leave him alone, still, he feels bad about it.

A week ago, he asked you to teach him. He said he'd like to dance at least a bit with you when necessary, which obviously had you jumping with joy.

That's what led you here. A week later, on your living room, attempting to learn the basics. This had been the funniest experience for the both of you, at this point you didn't even care if he learned or not, the dancing lessons where enough of a reward.

You laughed loud as he stumped on your foot for the third time, and he pretended to be angry. "Stop!" You yelled while pushing him away from you, however, his feet got caught with the rug and he fell over you. Both of your bodies hit the floor shortly after and minutes went by before you could stop laughing. "I'm done, I don't want to do this anymore." He said, now annoyed, but you could tell he was just embarrassed. "Does that mean you don't like practicing with me?" You asked, making the saddest face you could. He couldn't resist it. "I do! I like it, It's just that I'm really bad at this and-" You cut his desperate babbling off with a kiss. Needless to say, the dancing sessions went on for longer.

HAWKS

Oh Hawks loves dancing as well, and he's fairly decent at it, too. He actually first met you at a party to commemorate heroes. You were there because of a friend and he was one of the stars of the event.

He was talking to a couple of his friends when all of a sudden, he stopped listening to everything they were saying when the most beautiful person he'd ever seen crossed his eyes. You were dancing with your friend and you looked absolutely gorgeous, he couldn't remember the last time he had been so attracted to someone, but here you were.

He had to approach you, and he did. He introduced himself (which wasn't needed) "I saw you from afar, and I would regret it for the rest of my life if I didn't ask you to dance at least one song with me." He said this as he offered you his hand, however, you looked back at your friend who hadn't come here with anyone else. "Thank you, but I'm good here," you responded with a kind smile, but before the hero could say anything else, your friend kicked you subtly, but hard. "Ouch!" You exclaimed as you turned to her, her face begging you to go with him. "Fine, one song won't make any harm." You told the hero. His face lightened with pure joy, and you definitely did not dance just one song. If he wasn't in love with you before, he totally was by the time the party was over.

Taking this precedent into account, dancing with you brings him great memories, so he loves it as much as you do.

DABI

He's not a dancer. It's not that he's terrible at it, he can surprisingly fend for himself on that field, though he isn't great either. The thing here is that he feels a bit ridiculous when he dances, at least not in public. Unless he's having a big melodramatic moment.

In private, however... He's the kind of man who whines about everything, but he's never ever complained when you approach him to dance in the comfort of your home. He actually likes it that way, he loves having you in his arms, and he enjoys doing anything that you love. Even if he pretends he doesn't.

And he loves to pretend that he's annoyed when you dance, as you do it quite often. Just like now. Dancing all over the kitchen with a bowl full of pancakes batter on your hands. "You'll drop that." He says as he rolls his eyes at you. "Of course not! I know what I'm doing!" You respond with a big smile on your face. "Come on, don't be such a killjoy, you should join me." He looks at you like you just said the dumbest thing ever, which only encourages you to put the bowl down and force your boyfriend to dance with you. He shows resistance at first, but you win him over quite quickly. The frown he had at first, now replaced by a subtle smile. It's just so hard to say no to you.

OVERHAUL

I mean... Define dancer. He isn't great at a club, but he sure is a good dancing partner at a wedding. Slow dancing is more his thing.

He doesn't love it, but he doesn't hate it either. He feels indifferent towards dancing overall, but he does not feel indifferent towards you at all. He'll comply with whatever makes you happy.

Kai had a very busy week. Your birthday was coming and he really wanted to throw you a nice party for your closest friends to attend, the thing is, he struggles a bit to keep it simple, so what was meant to be a tiny reunion, turned into a somewhat big event. He just felt like you deserve everything he can give you.

It had been a lot of work, but he was more than happy to do it. Especially now that he had you in his arms, with a beautiful dress, and the dancing floor under your feet. "Thank you so much, Kai." You say to him before laying a kiss on his lips. "Happy birthday, love. Anything for you." He responds, as he pulls away and places a strand of hair behind your ear. He would've never imagined himself doing this for anyone else, he thinks as he turns you around. He must really love you, right?

MASTERLIST

[nox-in-a-box]

November 18th, 2012: Once Upon a Princess premiered on Disney Channel.

This was the start of this wonderful, wholesome show that has been one of my main sources of joy for the past year. When I first decided to rewatch one of my childhood favourite shows back in March (just for the nostalgia), I didn't realise how much I would fall in love with it again. I didn't realise how much I would come to care for its characters, the story it tells, and the wonderful world all of it takes place in. I didn't think I would relate to Sofia so much, see so much of myself in characters like her Amber, Cedric, and others. How did a show aimed at preschoolers manage to affect me so much? I don't know.

And just as I love the show itself, I love the Sofia the First fandom too. I know I have said this before, but I truly appreciate the small community we have here. Sure, there have been ups and downs, as well as the usual fandom drama, but overall it's been rather nice. I've found friends, people that make me smile even when I'm feeling like absolute shit. I like how we have connected over our shared love for this show and its characters. The art, the stories, they're all things I keep coming back to all the time.

I'll be honest, I'm not really in the best phase of my life right now. And I certainly wasn't when I originally rediscovered Sofia the First. I was lonely, bitter, withdrawn, with not many people I could call friends. This show was something I really needed at the time. It became an escape from the dreariness of reality. Something I could look forward to when I came home from school each day. And while I'm still not the best person I could be, I still think that it also helped me change for the better. I'm more open about the things I like. I'm more lively. I've even made more friends now! I'm just less afraid to be myself. And I like that.

So. Does this show have its flaws? Yes, like any other show. Do I bitch about them maybe a bit too much? Definitely. But I hold this show close to my heart all the same, flaws and all. Happy 12th anniversary to Sofia the First. May you bring joy to children, teens and adults alike for years to come. And I look forward to the sequel show that's coming out next year.

–Nox

[pinescent-and-gingerbread]

hey babe! (if you don't give me a name I'll keep calling you that)

thinking about modern Arthur who takes you horse riding so he can show you what he likes and he just be his normal arthur going all "good girl" and "that's my girl" with his mare and you just go insane for this man because WHY IS HE TALKING TO A HORSE LIKE THAT😭

You can call me babe all you want honey <33 AND FOR GOD'S SAKE. We never talked about it and this blog yet but like MISTER CLARK why did you speak to these horses like they were your fcking partners?? Not that I don't like it... Totally not searching for mares on purpose to hear Arthur praising me... HUM.

Arthur and you had been circling around each other for a while now. A simple customer at your Café at first, you had grown fond of each other as you remembered his habits and likings (always two shots of expresso, black, plus a pile of maple syrup pancakes on mornings, and a hot dog on afternoons). He had begun to come more and more often, always finding some time between his patrols as a Ranger; his steps always bringing him back "unpurposedly" in the area everyday. One thing leading to another, you had shared numbers and started texting, shyly at first than until late at night. Sharing music, dumb photos, witty lines and, when one of you felt bold, flirty ones.

Soon enough, the need for more private time together had imposed itself on you. You were both craving for more, more than just texting, more than just chatting at the Café, in the middle of everyone and every ears of town. Arthur had pushed back all his limits by inviting you to his family ranch. He was eager to share his passion with you.

A hand on your hip, he helped you jump on the saddle of his mare, a beautiful ginger-colored creature named Boadicea. Your hands were uncertain as you hold the reins; it had been a while since you'd last been horse riding. But your anxiety stops all of a sudden when Arthur cooed unexpectedly, sending an odd shiver all the long of your back:

"Yeah, that's a good girl."

Your heart jumped at his words. Not only because of them but the way he had spoken. His voice was even lower and deeper than usual, the rough edges of it diving dangerously into the dreamiest parts of your psyche.

You blinked a few times, realizing as he was patting his mare's head that he had praised her, not you. The first seconds of surprise passed, you actually found it quite endearing. He looked like she really was everything to him; gaze filled with love. You could see those sweet little glittering fireflies in the depth of his eyes when he looked at her. Like when someone looks at what is the most precious thing on Earth to them. Or those tiny sparkles of joy and excitement when they talk to you about their favorite subject, on the verge of shedding a tear. It was pure and utter affection. How could a man taking such good care of an animal could be a bad one? There was something about all his behavior and his relationship with his mare that made you feel even more safe around him, and even more persuaded he was the softest and sweetest of men.

The afternoon passed wonderfully. Arthur never missed any occasion to put his hands on you: helping you getting down or on the saddle, showing you how to hold the reins better, how to position your back the right way... You didn't know if he was doing it on purpose, but you clearly would not complain about it.

Of course, the day ended with a long time spent grooming Boadicea. Arthur had everything needed for her, a huge box filled with a dozen brushes and at least five different types of treats. He gently showed you how to tend her mane while he fed her, letting out once again his low and loving praising:

"Thaaat's ma girl. Yeah, the best girl in the world. Who did real' good, today? Yeah, that's you! That's you, sugar!"

The good girl in question was in Paradise, weighing happily as an answer to his praise, mouth hungrily devouring the treats he was giving her.

You couldn't help yourself and chuckle slightly. Both because it was really cute, seeing Arthur like this, and because something inside you was loving to hear his voice whispering sweet things like he did, even if it was not for you. You knew, you really knew it wasn't. But God did it felt good to hear. Your heart and, you had to admit, your body was craving to hear it again.

"Wha'? You think I'm a fool, don't ya?" He asked you when he heard your little laugh. Your eyes landed on each other's face, and you noticed his cheeks had turned a tad crimson as one of his hands was scratching his neck, his embarrassment apparent and making him even more adorable than before.

"No! Not at all..." A slight grin curled your lips upward. You couldn't miss an occasion for more teasing. "I just didn't know you loved Boadicea that much..."

Arthur laughed frankly and something in your brain turned the whole World into a Paradise when you noticed that his eyes were filled with sparkles. The sparkles. The same glimmers as earlier. The deepest affection, for you, just for you, even if just for a second. His blue pupils are drawn in it, and covering you with it, dragging you in this pure joy with it.

"You jealous or somethin'?" He asks you, his chest still slightly vibrating with the end of his laugh.

"Maybe, who knows..."

"Oh, well I could call you a "good girl" too all you want, darlin'."

The cheeky bastard had emphasized it on purpose, you knew it. This time, he was the one grinning and you, the one blushing. Your ego begging you not to go any further on that road yet, you tried your best to stay cool and composed whereas it was absolute chaos in your chest and between your thighs.

"Yeah, well, don't get too cocky about it." You simply answered, trying to stay evasive about the matter. But the beautiful red sunset painting your face was displaying for his desirous eyes was betraying you.

"Yes, Ma'am!"

Arthur's grin stayed glued to his face until the very last moment you saw him. You didn't know, at the time, but a very long series of praising and sensual whispering was about to begin on that precise day.

[archangeldyke-all]

could you please write vika with a reader who has a hard time gaining weight but needs to? maybe just taking care of them, scolding them, reassuring them, etc. it'd be really helpful.

(tw: ed, you don't need to include this) i've been doing my best to recover from being heavily underweight but it's frustrating because of the mindset and my body working against me, it makes me feel so desperate, so anything helps! feel absolutely free to ignore this if you feel uncomfortable please, i won't mind 🫶🏻

of course!!

men and minors dni

when your doctors give sevika the go-ahead to start tracking your food and making sure you eat enough every day, she's thrilled.

your entire relationship, sevika's always wanted you to eat more. you're underweight, unhealthily so. she tried her best to get you to eat-- insisting you buy your favorites on date night in an attempt to get you to eat the whole plate, carrying snacks in her pockets to hand to you every hour or so-- but you'd usually just refuse her.

now though-- sevika's grinning evilly as she walks you back to the car from your doctor's office.

"what're you smiling about?" you ask, worried. sevika's usually so upset after your doctor's appointments-- worried about you.

sevika cackles. "your doctor just gave me the green light to give you the fuckin' royalty treatment babe." she says, grinning. you groan, and sevika starts to chuckle. "i'm talkin' breakfast in bed, every morning."

you snort, and sevika grins. "you think i'm joking-- but i'm not! you can't say no to treats anymore-- i'm gonna fuckin' spoil you!"

you just laugh, not knowing what you've gotten yourself into.

the next morning you're awaken to sevika entering the room with a full american breakfast. pancakes, hashbrowns, eggs and fruit-- it was all there. you cackle.

"there's no way i can eat all of that!"

sevika giggles and shrugs, climbing into bed next to you. "that's what i'm here for." she says.

and... surprisingly... you manage to eat a lot more food with sevika by your side, rubbing your back and hand-feeding you each bite, between her own bites.

and while the fanciness of your breakfasts vary-- it becomes a daily tradition in your house to eat breakfast in bed together.

(of course, sevika always complains when climbing in bed at night about the toast and cereal crumbs left behind in the sheets-- but that never stops her from bringing you a meal each morning.)

once she establishes one good, hearty meal in your day to day life, she takes it a step farther.

she learns to bake for you.

it's a lot of trial and error, but after a few burnt pastries, and one embarrassing call to the fire department, she managed to figure out the perfect cookies.

and every night before bed, sevika sits down beside you with a big glass of milk, and you guys snack on cookies before bed.

each week, she'll make a new batch. she loves to experiment with flavors, trying to find one that you'll love even more than last time. her favorite is snickerdoodle-- but she doesn't bake for herself. she bakes for you.

she starts offering you snacks more and more often.

sometimes, you take them without complaint.

but, sometimes everything catches up to you, and eating seems like the scariest thing in the world.

sevika sits with you, holding you the entire time as you cry and breathe through your anxiety, slowly stroking your back and kissing your head.

and then, whether it's ten minutes or two hours later-- sevika will sit beside you, kissing your head through each bite of your snack, praising you and thanking you for taking care of yourself.

"i want you around forever, baby. thank you for makin' it more likely." she whispers.

when you return to the doctor's one month later for a check-in-- sevika cries tears of joy when you step on the scale and have gained a dozen pounds or so.

she lets out a sweet sob of relief, right before she wraps her arms around your waist and spins you in a circle in the middle of the doctor's office. you squeal, and a bunch of nurses give you dirty looks, but this does nothing to keep sevika from pressing endless kisses on your head and face.

"oh, i'm so fuckin' proud of you, love." she whispers through her tears.

you get the same reaction in subsequent months, as your weight steadily, healthily climbs.

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[nekropsii]

What a about Caliborn makes him so cool in your opinion?

Go keep track of his progression as an artist alongside his development as a character and think about how these are intrinsically linked. Ponder the fact that he is both at his most obnoxious and at his most amateur when trying to ignore his unique style explicitly brought on by his canonical learning disability and mimic others rather than truly be himself. Consider how his explorations of art are genuinely cool, not a bad thing, and how we get some really neat multimedia stuff out of it.

Caliborn may be a shitty little teenage wretch but the way he is portrayed as an artist and as a disabled person is both really good and very real. It comes from a place of love. His learning disability is handled with a degree of gentle care that you would not really expect from Hussie. The place Caliborn's art style ends up in is so fucking sick and I actually unironically love it. The technique he uses is really interesting. It's intentionally reminiscent of an Etch-a-Sketch, and I'm a little obsessed with it.

This is so fucking good. I mean this seriously. He's right - that is some Pure Art Skill.

I just love the way art is employed as a necessary component of his character arc. It's so neat. You don't see visual cues that intricate too often. Usually it's just in character design, but watching his entire art style and even his medium of choice change several times over is fascinating. You can really tell Hussie had a lot of fun with him. He's also just really, really fucking funny. Just about every sentence that comes out of his mouth is Grade A Absolute Fucking Gold, and I'm honestly obsessed with his dynamic with Dirk. This may get me thrown to the wolves, but I personally think Dirk and Caliborn have way more chemistry than Dirk and Jake. Maybe that's because we actually see Dirk and Caliborn interact on screen... Lmao.

Necessary Topic: I don't know why people hate him so much. Like, I understand hating his misogyny and fatphobia, sure, but those are deliberate character points and not just Hussie-isms. I see people act like Caliborn is indicative of Hussie, as if Homestuck-era Hussie wasn't, like, famously really fucking good at writing female characters and absolutely not a misogynist. Caliborn's a parody of Homestuck Anti-Fans - which is a term we really ought to bring back, god, anti-fans are absolutely still a thing and good lord they're everywhere - who really were just shitty little bigoted haters. Calliope, the opposite side of his coin, was representative of, essentially, "the best kind of Homestuck fan" - an ultimately sweet young teen girl who willingly dedicates almost all of her time to this piece of fiction she loves so, so much, who draws a lot of fan art for the joy of it all, has OCs that don't fit any of the design conventions in Homestuck whom she pairs with the characters in it for innocent fun. Someone who has a lot of theories and analyses, writes a lot of fanfic, and is genuinely just having a lot of fun. Everyone loves Calliope. Even the characters in Homestuck love Calliope. They just think she's the cutest, sweetest little thing they ever did see. Caliborn was the worst kind. He sucks on purpose. No one likes him. He is a total nuisance to characters he is by all means trying to impress. I love them both.

It's also just funny that he's a canonical Intersex Transmasc who is probably Gay and this has, like, no relevance to anything about him, really. So no one really talks about it. Gender Hilarious, Gender Nefarious.

[sillygoofyqueer]

"Four, you've been too distracted by the fic you were binging!!! You've forgotten to write the next part of the mad scientist AU!" *looks up from where I have been huddled in a corner and laughing manically to myself with every word I read* SHIT!!!! YOU'RE RIGHT! HOW COULD I FORGET!! *hobbles out from my corner as every bone in my body cracks* The Lads (Wen siblings + Xue Yang, it has been decided) have been taken into the care of the Sunshot Campaign, both ensuring Wei Wuxian's assistance in the war and Wen Ruohan's fury. Yu Ziyuan keeps stating that this is an absolutely awful idea but literally nobody is paying attention to her except her gyals (Jinzhu and Yinzhu) and Jiang Yanli when she's escorting her mother back to her tent. Of course, Xue Yang hates EVERYONE and is literally having to be leashed and distracted so that he doesn't just immediately go zooming back to Yiling on Jiangzai. He literally has a chain attached to his wrist that is usually also attached to Wen Ning, who (being more confident and relaxed due to Wei Ying and Xue Yang's influence) seems to take some form of joy at being able to drag around a complaining Xue Yang to do the things that he wants to do. He's not lounging around either, he's helping out with unpacking supplies and stringing bows and getting weapons ready for battles.

Wen Qing, on the other hand, takes clear and obvious control of the medical tent, basically taking one look at the blood and the screams and going "oh my god, finally." She becomes the unquestioned head of the tent, and everyone defers to her - I mean, she's literally most known for her medical skills, you think anyone is going "mmm I think you're wrong" to something she says? The Lads (minus Xue Yang, who is The Didi of All Time right now) step into this hectic war camp and then slide in to roles that were practically shaped for them to fit into. This fact, paired with how the Lads have taken to wearing Nie robes (Xue Yang is Not Happy about this), make it almost easy to forget that they are 'Wen scum' - it's strange how...when someone from a hated group is useful....people's personal beliefs on that group change....don't mind me! Talking nonsense.

Despite the fact that the Lads are now chilling in the war camp, there is no sign of Wei Wuxian. Occasionally they'll see one of his crows surveying the area slowly, doing slow circles of the camp before darting off again, but that's about it. No more notes, no more messages - however, a crow does bring a stack of talismans. They are unfamiliar and drawn in blood, but Xue Yang basically pounces on them and starts a reverent explanation of how they're small scale maze arrays meant to confuse any potential threats. It doesn't take long for the gang to learn after that that Xue Yang is useful for something outside of whining and that something is sort of being able to understand some of Wei Wuxian's works and codes (now that he knows Wei Wuxian is alive, he's stopped hyperfixating on cracking the code). Jiang Fengmian worries that this is what help Wei Wuxian meant when he offered support, but Nie Huaisang shuts him down because the elusive teenager has his own grudge against the Wen - even if he hadn't promised support, he'd still have reason to spill their blood.

In all honesty, Nie Huaisang is really vibing with the Lads - even Xue Yang, who regularly tells him that he would be trying to kill him if Wei Wuxian really was dead. Wen Qing reminds him of his Da-ge in how she is stern and oftentimes terrifying but ultimately means the best and cares deeply for those she claims as family. Xue Yang reminds him of a feral little dog and he delights in watching the young kid (guys, I've just realised that Xue Yang is literally twelve. They be trying to get him to go to bed on time and he's bouncing off the walls) kick and struggle uselessly as Wen Ning escorts him around. Wen Ning is like a gentle giant, calm and sweet, seemingly legitimately interested in what Nie Huaisang talks about whenever he follows the duo around the camp - he seems to be able to sense and dissuade any of his worries without him having to voice them. Wen Ning may be magic (Wen Qing agrees when he tells her his theory).

Lan Wangji is not scared of the Lads. He isn't thrown off by the fact that they don't go out of their way to leave him alone like everyone else, or that Wen Qing is the first person ever to grab him by the scruff of his robes because "your arm strength is NEEDED in the medical tent." He's completely calm with the fact that he seems to be the only person that Xue Yang tolerates just because he "hasn't hurt Wei-gege" in any way, shape or form, seemingly remembering the way he found Lan Wangji clutching Wei Wuxian's barely conscious body back in the cave of the Xuanwu of Slaughter. He's fine with these facts. He tells Lan Xichen as much, and Lan Xichen just raises his brow slowly before going "I'm so glad you're making friends." Oh god, he's making friends. What next, Nie Huaisang isn't going to be scared of him?- OH GOD NIE HUAISANG IS NOW TALKING TO HIM ALL THE TIME.

All of this occurs during a lull in battle, but it all soon comes to a grinding halt when Nie Mingjue receives word of Wen and Jin forces marching towards their camp, likely in reaction to their quick seize of both Yiling and some of Wen Ruohan's important assets. All eyes are on the Lads in this moment, but they just continue with what they've been doing, except this time it's paired with Wen Qing taking over Xue Yang minding duties while Wen Ning starts familiarising himself with all edges of camp. There is no words needed to agree that Wen Ning is going to be standing with the other archers when the enemy reaches them, no matter what Yu Ziyuan (and a few contrary voices) are saying about him turning on them in the most crucial moments. They obviously haven't been around when he's had multiple opportunities to shank them all up when preparing weapons for this upcoming battle.

The day of battle arrives, with Nie Mingjue and Lan Wangji taking their prime places in the front lines while Jiang Cheng and Jin Zixuan get ready to pick off the bastards as they come running. The enemy do not slow in their approach, remaining at their same pace the whole time - they are more than confident that they will crush the Sunshot Campaign with this one. They may have been holding their own before, but this is the first full assault charged with Wen Ruohan's frustration at Wen Xu's beheading and the loss of his important assets. They are fuelled with righteous anger at such events, and they will be victorious both in the name of Wen Xu, and so they can retrieve the Lads. Blood will be spilled on both sides, but they will soon have the other sects begging for mercy and forgiveness.

Just as Nie Mingjue is about to give the order to charge, however, a low and haunting melody begins to echo out from the forest. The enemy stops as one, as if confused by such a sound, looking around for the source of it. The melody continues, becoming dark and aggressive with every note seeping from it. The air grows thick with resentful energy, and there's a strange tremble in the ground, followed by hands beginning to slam up out of the dirt of the already worn and bloody battlefield. From the trees at either side of the area, clouds of resentful energy begin to form into actual humane shapes - mostly humane, anyway. The melody suddenly cuts off, and everything goes still. Corpses half pulled out of the ground, spirits stopped at the tree line and crows fluttering down to watch the carnage about to unfold.

A figure emerges from the forests, dizi gripped in his hand as he leans back against the tree, greeting them all with a careless wave before raising the dizi to his lips and beginning to play again.

This time, the melody is violent, and the spirits react accordingly.

[delicatetigerobject]

i love this show too much so I'm ranting/venting about that so you don't have to read, I just wanted to tell someone about this

this was made because nobody wants to listen to me infodump about stranger things! its a bit long tho

Im legitimately so excited for the season five trailer to drop. Like so excited. I cant wait to look for blue and yellow, i cant wait to write down what will and mike say, i cant wait to search through it for byler evidence and write it down and take photos. I cant wait to watch it with the sound off and then the sound on. I cant wait for it bro i want to see it i dont know when the trailer will drop but i CANNOT FUCKING WAIT!! I haven't even finished season four yet and im rewatching season one already. Idk i just felt the need to talk about this because i want to scream and jump up and down and explode and it makes me so happy to think about it sometimes, i love this show so much. When the trailer for season five comes out, im going to watch it silently first without captions to see the emotions in the scene, then ill watch it with captions but no sound to see what theyre saying, then with sound and captions to hear their emotions and see them. Im going to experience it layer by layer and then probably rewatch it to spot any details i miss.

Idk this might seem like too much but AGGHHHHHH I LOVE THIS SHOW SO MUCH PLEASE YOU MUST UNDERSTAND. LIKE ITS MY FAVORITE THING IN THE WORLD RIGHT NOW, I kid you not. It’s the ONLY show I watch, and it’s all I can draw. I don’t know if I’ll still like it in a month, or next year, or in a decade, but right now, it is the thing i look forward to most each day, ive annoyed my sister to death talking about it. Every time i see the number seven or someone says seven. I think of byler. If i see blue and yellow. I think of byler. Minecraft makes me think of stranger things. This hyperfixation is becoming a problem now, but it brings me so much joy. I cant wait for season five, i cant wait for the trailer for it, i cant wait to see how they finish the show. I feel so truly happy when i look at a good meme of it, i actually laugh at them and it makes me smile so huge. I dont watch the show every day, but i draw byler during class and i look at theories and memes and art whenever im bored. I just really cant wait for the season five trailer, i cant wait for the theories, for the analyses, for the fan art, for the possible edits, for the other people excited about it. I dont think i have any byler doubt right now, i think its set up too perfectly for it to happen and in such a well made show that it would be just too unfulfilling if it doesnt happen, it would ruin so much of it.

Its sometimes crazy to me that i haven't even been watching this show for half a year yet, because i care so much about it. I dont know what id do if i lost it, if it ceased to exist, if i couldnt ever watch it again. idk , i might just be feeling more strongly than usual about it right now, but i absolutely adore this show and everything in it. I love every season and every episode i watch makes me want to die of happiness. I love each and every piece o byler evidence you guys find, and i hope that you know that even the simplest of byler shitposts bring me so much joy. I am shaking as i type this, i have no clue what to do right now because i feel so strongly about this. Stranger things and byler hold an incredibly special place in my heart right now, and i just really had to tell that to somebody i guess.

Sorry if this is repetitive, its just my literal favorite thing ever. I go to sleep thinking of this show and i wake up and think about it. I know itll end, but i really cant wait for that, either. I want to see the conclusion, i want to see how they wrap up the stories of the characters and i want to see what ends they leave loose for us if any, and the fanfictions will be so wonderful im sure of it. I will read them until my eyes hurt, even if theres typos, even if theyre sad, especially if theyre sad, even if they have the worst punctuation ive ever seen. I think im done for now tho, i need to go lie down on the floor for a bit and try to calm down. Byler endgame, im sure of it. And if its not. Well. then to be completely honest? I may cry, and i will definitely read alternate ending fanfics. Same goes for if will or mike die, im very attached to mike’s character. This show has made me so happy, and i love that i get to share it with you all. Anyway im done for real now, i seriously need to lie down and take a break to calm down

[half-dead-writer]

silly thing I started while being drunk a while ago, now finishing it when I'm sleep-deprived, yay may edit it tmrw, for now, I'm off to dreamland

Kisses Like Whiskey, It Gets Me Drunk

Even though you're usually pretty smart, alcohol makes you do the most stupid things... Like confessing to your best friend, willingly.

character: Scott Pilgrim (Scott Pilgrim Takes Off)

words: ~2,9k

reader: gender-neutral

warnings: suggestive, making out with only the reader being drunk, Scott is awkward

𝔯𝔲𝔩𝔢𝔰 + 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 / 𝔖𝔠𝔬𝔱𝔱 𝔓𝔦𝔩𝔤𝔯𝔦𝔪 𝔗𝔞𝔨𝔢𝔰 𝔒𝔣𝔣 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

"Pilgrim!" You announced dramatically while walking through the doors, his attention quickly shifted on you from his gameboy. He smelled the alcohol from you even if he sat on the bed at least 2 meters away.

"... Yeah?" He asked, seeing you approach closer. The futon under him sank as you took a seat next to him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, slightly leaning on him. He was surprised, but didn't pull away. Curiosity out of all the emotions present painted his face the most.

"I came back home just to hug you," you commented, a drunk giggle hit his ears not long after.

"... Really?" He asked, not knowing the context of your full thoughts. Of course it wasn't the only reason of your arrival, but you didn't care to elaborate earlier.

"Well, I was also just coming back home, but my main objective right after getting here was to hug you," you explained, making the boy's lips turn upwards a bit. He finally reciprocated your hug, resting his arm on your back.

"Oh, well- That's nice to hear." He didn't really know how to voice it, but he appreciated the embrace nonetheless. "You don't usually miss me that much."

"No, I do, I just don't show it," you replied cryptically, making him tilt his head a little. Soberness would not let you be so open, but at the moment you feel pretty clingy, and you lack the self control to stop your thoughts spilling out. "You bring me so much joy, I don't even know why." You knew exactly why.

That confession actually moved gears in his head. It's rare he got to hear those words from other people, if at all. Most of what he heard on his daily basis is that he's being annoying, or stupid. But you had no problems voicing compliments his way, which made him feel pretty nice. He almost forgot to respond back, choosing to brush it off with a polite yet unsure chuckle.

"What do you think about me?" You asked bluntly, catching him off guard. He stared at you with wide eyes for a solid seconds, trying to come up with a valid answer.

"I... Like you. Obviously." He said casually, not really sure if this was the response you wanted, but he didn't wanna come out too eager.

"How much?" You focused your sight on him, making him feel slightly uneasy.

"Uhm- The- normal amount??" He felt as if he was asked a tricky question, and probably was losing miserably.

You pulled your weight on him a bit too much, forcing you both to fall in the process.

"That's fine," you sighed, burying your head in the crook of his neck, your hair was tickling him just a little.

Scott just laid there, staring at the ceiling - what was going on???

"Uh... ...Is it?" He asked warily, not really knowing why.

"...I mean- If you don't like me, that's fine-" Your words came out muffled.

"Wait- I just said I like you??" He looked at you, waiting for your head to turn again.

"Well, yeah, but not in a way I'd want," you muttered, your speech slurring slightly, still not daring to face him. That caused him to tense up a little. He stayed quiet, just processing your shocking words. Surely you didn't mean what you thought you did?

I mean, it's true you two were closer than most people he hung with, you were comfortable leaning against each other on bus-rides, you exchanged spit when sharing the same drink, you hung out pretty often, you were always there for him when he needed you, Wallace jokingly called you "partners in crime", pedestrians sometimes mistook you for a couple... But that wouldn't make you a real couple, right?

He hesitated a good while before speaking again. "...What way?" He knew he doomed himself with this question, not really sure why he bothered to live through the future awkward conversation. Maybe it's because he was too curious of your response.

"...You know what." You mumbled, even now feeling the repercussions of your admission. But at that moment, alcohol loosened your tongue and mind enough not to immediately retreat with your answer. That's a problem for tomorrow. And, next few years, probably.

Scott remained quiet for the next minutes, digging a nonexistent hole into the nearest object that his eyes could reach. The silence forced you to finally raise your head, staring at the now mildly uncomfortable friend of yours. ...Shit.

His face was a bit indescribable, a mix of shock, embarrassment, fluster, maybe? You'd think it looked cute - he always looked cute to you - if you weren't so scared of the potential next words he would say. Surely, you screwed up.

"Um- Are you sure??" He finally gathered the courage to speak up. You narrowed your eyes in a confused expression.

"Sure of what?"

"Sure of- uh, thinking clearly? You're drunk right now, are you sure it's not just the- uh, alcohol speaking?" He tried to justify you, not quite believing of the sincerity of your words.

You felt a bit offended, furrowing your brows in a mildly upset manner, "Yes, Scott, I'm sure."

He felt a bit guilty, as if caught doing something bad. Which technically was the case, he could deduct his wording wasn't quite right, but he couldn't take it back now. A few more seconds passed before he opened up his mouth.

"Right. ... Sorry." God, why did Scott have to be so awkward?

You sighed, resting your chin on his chest, your gaze examining his, desperately trying to avoid your eyes.

"Whatever, it's the alcohol," defeated, you tried to at least save some of the situation you pushed him to fall into, "forget about what I said."

Scott's brows scrunched in an uncomfortable scowl. "Ugh..." You were kind of surprised at the sudden change of tone, did he get annoyed by you?

"Sorry, I'm- I dunno." He fumbled with his words, getting you even more dumbfounded. You patiently waited for him to continue.

"I'm-" He repeated, as if prolonging his response, "Not- Sure what to do now." He cringed.

A small, unsure yet amused and self-deprecating smile appeared on your face. "I made things awkward. Only thing to do there is to forget about it, Scott."

"No-" He began, almost biting his tongue for voicing his thoughts, "I mean- I made things awkward."

"... Did you?" You asked, pushing him to spill out more of what he meant.

"Yes-" He put his arms behind his head to act as a pillow, unsure what else to do with them. "I could have said it differently."

You tilted your head, "What would it change? You don't like me that much, it's fine." You sighed, choosing to let go off beating around the bush. He morphed his mouth into a shut, straight line.

"I- I don't know if I like you that much..." He confessed, still on the fence about talking such vulnerable topics. You were drunk, he was not - he's gonna remember the awful uncertainty of today's heart-to-heart, you might not. "I never thought about it."

You stared at the stupid star picture on the shirt he always wore, intently listening to his voice.

"But- You're always there for me, I like you. I like spending time with you. It's just- hard." He tried to put his train of thought in clear order, it was even harder for him to describe his feelings. "I dated Kim, I thought I liked her, but then we kinda... stopped?

You were aware of their previous relationship, you knew how bitter it left Kim - well, bitter than she usually is.

"And- I really don't want that to happen here. With you. I like Wallace, he's a good friend, but if a relationship would make things awkward between us, I think I'd have to move out of Toronto. And I don't have the money for that." He deadpanned, only halfly joking. His dramatics made you chuckle.

"You're already awkward as hell, Scott" you said, amusement remained on your features.

"Yeah, see!" He exclaimed, as if to accentuate his point.

"It doesn't matter, though. I mean, I grown used to it. It's kinda... charming." Your sudden compliment caused his ears to tint red. "But, as I said, It's like, cool, if you see me as only a friend. I mean, we've been friends since a long time, why should it change..." You added somberly. Scott's brows furrowed once more, this time in a more thoughtful manner.

"What if we were to date, just for a day?" He studied your face, searching for any indication of approving of this idea. You laughed.

"Date for a day? Why?"

"...To see if it wouldn't affect our friendship...?" He answered, his voice small. "If- If it turned out good, we could continue, right?"

You sighed, almost appalled at his suggestion, yet not surprised. Such a typical Scott thing to come up with.

"Not one for commitment, huh?"

"Not one for ruining another relationship I have," he muttered, embarrassed for having to spell it out.

You thought over every possible outcome of your response, still not fully sure what even would be the right answer. After at least a minute of your mulling, you exhaled, gaining a sudden spike of spontaneity. "Sure."

"Wait, really?" He looked at you, taking a moment to fully process what's going on.

"Yeah. If you wanna date for a day, I can try it." You knew how desperate you were, not really caring about it. You were still gonna remain friends after this, you'd make sure of it. So, why not.

"... Cool." He responded, overwhelmingly uncertain how to proceed now.

"Does it like, start now, or tomorrow?" You asked, a bit entertained by the logistics.

"Uh... It can- start now, I guess. Until tomorrow. Or- Another day, since I assume you're gonna be hungover...?" He tried to navigate through his less than perfect plan, getting a chuckle out of you.

"Yeah, probably. That's very caring of you," you smirked, now feeling a bit playful. Alcohol made your head pretty clear of worries, choosing to just stay in the moment. There was still time to regret your current actions later, after all.

Scott stayed unmoving, lack of direction really messed with his confidence. It wasn't as overwhelming as if it could have been, given you two saw yourselves in far more embarrassing situations, but it was surely a bit too personal for his comfort.

In all honesty, your confession wasn't really that outrageous to Scott. Truth be told, even though he never dwelled on those thoughts, the idea of you two dating wasn't as unappealing to him. I mean, you already acted like two peas in a pod, it was cool to have another person who sincerely enjoyed hanging with him, was never too mad to cut contact. Just like Wallace, but a bit different. Wallace still showed his moments of being angry at him, but you, somehow, never did. Did you have the patience of an angel? Probably. He was kind of surprised you managed to put up with him, after all this time, and still valued him so deeply to the point of wanting to have a relationship. He was always aware of being a bad boyfriend, if not person at times. So why did you care?

Only thing that kept the idea of you dating at bay was the possibility of him screwing up. Because he knew he could, and he probably would. But you seemed... Different. Too perfect to even exist. Obviously, you had flaws like every other person, but in comparison to him, you were too good. Some could even say, out of his league.

Thinking about it now, you weren't even unattractive. He didn't think about it often, but you weren't ugly, by any means. Not to Scott, at least. He was quite surprised at how did you managed to stay single for enough time to ask him out.

"So..." Your voice led him out of his head, breaking his slowly flooding sea of doubts. "You wanna, do something?"

"Do what?" He looked at you, not so assured. You were drunk, he didn't wanna use you.

"Make-out?" You suggested, feeling slightly coy, but it wasn't as atrocious as other things you might have had in mind at times. He thought about your offer a bit too quickly to be considered fully mindful or responsible, but at least he tried to be.

"... Okay." He responded, raising his body to lean his back against the wall, pulling you up with him. You were now sitting on his lap, hands lightly pressed against his chest for support.

You started by reaching your hand to hold his cheek. He leaned into the touch slightly, closing his eyes, expecting the feeling of your lips on him pretty soon. It didn't take long for you to fulfill his wish. You wasted no time, quickly evolving the kiss into a blown out makeout session. He didn't complain, slowly reaching his hand to brush against your side, at first only one, the other one soon joining. His flimsy hands exploring your waist were as awkward as you expected, but it was just what you craved as well. Your stupid, best friend, Scott, with his stupid, charming mannerisms. You had a questionable taste in men.

Even though you were in the active process of sucking his tongue, it didn't go any further than that. You knew better, at least when it came to regret, you could say you didn't go all the way, making the fall hit less harder. But for now, you didn't wanna think about that, it was all good, for the moment.

You didn't know how much time has passed since you started, but after a full night of partying, you started to feel a bit tired. You wanted to continue, but the sleepiness caught you at the worst moment. You pulled away, leaving Scott hazily open up his eyes and huff, missing the feeling. He looked at you askingly.

"Sorry to break the fun, but I'm feeling too eepy," you explained, eyelids half closed.

"Oh. That's fine. Of course." He slid his hands lower, merely resting them at your hips, just because it was comfortable. His disappointment was only slightly visible, but he knew it was the time to stop. "Did you- uh, enjoy it?"

"Obviously." You confirmed, a lazy smile remained on you.

"Yeah. Me too." He added, only half awkward - the other part of him was kinda proud, even, for figuring out this simple thing. Guess he did like making out with his best friend, after all.

You shuffled your body to the side, taking up the free space on the futon, giving Scott a moment to lower himself as well. You were both lying down, facing each other. Even though you just finished making out, it didn't feel as awkward as you both thought it'd be. As if it was a regular occurence.

"Wanna cuddle?" You offered, gaining Scott's attention quite quickly.

"Yeah," he responded, scooting over to you. You comfortably draped your arm over his waist, snuggling closer. His hand was gently resting on your shoulder as he turned his body to lay on his back.

"...You know, it doesn't feel as bad." He commented, almost as if reassuring himself, if not you. "I thought dread would come over me by now, but it still kinda, didn't??"

With closed eyes, you still groggily kept up an amused smile, "well, glad you don't feel that way." You nuzzled into him, thinking of another important matter. "Let's see if you feel the same tomorrow. And, tell me, if you don't. Serious."

"Yeah, yeah, alright," he muttered, albeit not as scared of the future as he used to be. He felt kinda hopeful, even.

You were ready to step into the dreamland, until Scott's voice pulled you back to reality once more, "wait, what if Wallace comes home? Do we like, tell him about it, or-"

"Wallace's out for the night, probably til afternoon," you mumbled, halfway asleep, causing Scott to squint his eyes, trying to figure out why were you so sure of Wallace's whereabouts.

"How do you know that?"

"Because he specifically left the house so you and I could have a talk," you clarified, a bit incoherent, yet still clear enough for Scott to make out your words.

"...What?" He tilted his head.

You sighed, a bit annoyed having to explain yourself while the sleep was calling your name, yet patient enough to remain calm, "Wallace finally convinced me to make a move. He knows."

"Oh. Okay." He blinked, it finally clicked in his brain. Of course Wallace knew it before him.

"Can I go to sleep now?"

"Yeah, of course- ... Night."

. . .

"Rise and shine, lovebirds!" The harsh light from the outside world caused you even a greater headache than Wallace's singsong voice as he opened the door, letting the uninvited sun hit you in the eyes.

Both you and Scott groaned, putting a hand over your eyes at the same time.

"Unless it didn't go as planned?" Wallace examined you both, coming to a positive conclusion after seeing you cozied up against each other. "But from what I see, I think it went alright. Knew you had it in you, Y/N," he smiled, casually taking off his coat.

"Wallace, you were supposed to be back by noon...?" You looked at the time, squinting your eyes as they adjusted to the unforgiving brightness.

"It's 6:30 PM."

[bucksaiga]

I do not want to do discourse but I am quite tired so feel free to scroll past this or ignore it idc

First and foremost I do not care if other positivity projects exist. They can exist in unique ways for unique reasons. It's a beautiful thing. I'm sure people love what they do and they're doing it for fun. Personally? I love what I do. A normal amount. And I do it my own way. Kinley Café is my heartbeat and it's always been a project that I deeply enjoy and that I am passionate about. I ask for nothing in return except the chance to touch other people's lives and make them smile by sending out your orders.

I am so comforted by the amount of love and support I receive. It's motivating and has helped me through difficult times. I have been so distracted spreading joy that I've basically breezed through what is usually the most difficult month of my life.

And yet. And yet!! I have been reported as spam so the café does not come up in searches (it's limited/partially shadowbanned I guess you can say. I constantly worry that this affects people getting notified when they receive treats because I want them to know someone is thinking of them. But I have been communicating with Tumblr about it, so don't worry too much). I have received phishing links in DMs and on the order form. And more recently, a password protected blog that hasn't had any activity in 40 days receives nearly a dozen notifications out of the blue because of a months old post circulating as some sort of gotcha, and I find out someone is telling people that I copied an idea (from myself btw) and sent out anons trying to encourage people to call me out over...stealing my own idea?

And I don't wanna hear "they didn't know it was me" because nobody asked me shit! I didn't show anybody any disrespect. In fact, I was being supportive! I showed love! I took the time out to make something because I wanted to continue to encourage the spread the positivity.

And yet, people made accusations even though I was being kind? Do you want a trampoline since you like fucking jumping to conclusions?

KC has been open for FIVE weeks. And I've dealt with all this in a short period of time for absolutely no reason. I've been nothing but kind and supportive of others. I genuinely and sincerely try my best.

I don't wanna let this taint something beautiful or let anything discourage me from doing this again. But I swear to god.....this shit is getting really annoying and bringing out the worst in me. lmao why am I fighting for my life during this little hiatus? I'm dedicating my free time to creating things, and collaborating with others just to spread love and kindness. I don't want anything but peace and quiet.

What's next? Do I have to keep dealing with dumbassery? Or can I go back to sending out treats and going on about my fucking business? Because I do not have time for this. I do not want all this static!!!

I've turned off reblogs. If you want to talk to me privately that's fine but this has been a little overwhelming and I just wanted to get this off my chest.

[brimo5]

Did hades/pluto and persephone/proserpina have any other lovers besides minthe, leuce, and adonis? I've seen people say that hades would take women who died young, unmarried, or virgins as his brides. And then you have this roman source saying that young men could become both pluto or proserpina's lovers.

If we consider greek epitaphic literatures, of course they do have more lovers. However, I should clarify that being "loved" by underworld gods is often a metaphor for death, that's why I don't believe they really had special feelings for figures like Adonis or Leuce (Minth might be the only exception, as her myth focuses more on why mint leaves are torn and used). Now, let's dive into the rabbit hole.

Here, I'd strongly recommend the book Images of Eternal Beauty in Funerary Verse Inscriptions of the Hellenistic and Greco-Roman Periods by Andrzej Wypustek. The unmarked passages below are all taken from this work.

You might already know about the remarkable epitaph of the beautiful Theophile from the 2nd–1st century BC. This epitaph delves deeper into Hades' relationship with the deceased woman, mentioning not just "Persephone's chamber" but also "sharing Persephone's bed." However, it's worth noting that it's Plouton, not Hades, who marries the dead.

But Hades came first and seized me, for he fell in love with me, seeing a Persephone fairer than Persephone (line 3-4) no longer the bride of Menophilos,you share Persephone's bed (line 10-11) it is not Hades who clasped you in his dark embrace, but Pluto who has taken you as bride (line 18-19)

But, I'd like to point out that unmarried virgins are more commonly associated with "being loved by Hades" doesn't mean married women are excluded. (They die, too, apparently.) The earliest evidence for this comes from Orestes' words when he plans to kill Helen:

She seals no more, when Hades hails her bride. (Eur. Orest. 1109)

In anthor epitaph, things get even more confusing. The text uses more symbolism to link the death of a woman to the myth of Kore's abduction.

Soothe Persephone's envy, golden Stratonike, for the lord of the dead abducted your beauty, making your husband, Aristonax, a widower, and your unfortunate Eirene and father (who bears the name of Artemis) depriving of a wonderful child. You did not succumb to wasting diseases, but to the fast arrow of death during the sacred ceremonies of Demeter; when once Kore had been abducted by Hades, who [now] took for himself your beauty.

There is no myth or parody telling us that Persephone was angry because her husband liked to kidnap the dead. Interestingly, Persephone herself seems to have had a similar role in a 1st century epigram on a marble stele from Aphrodisias.

Persephone led him to the house of Hades, having fallen in love with his beauty and handsomeness.

But men and women are not the only ones they are interested in, they also bring sorrow to the children's parents.

Hades, inexorable and unbending, why hast thou robbed baby Callaeschron of life ? In the house of Persephone the boy shall be her plaything, but at home he leaves bitter suffering. (Anth. Gr. 7.483)

Such a kidnapping suggested the child's beauty without any erotic undertones. This was a beauty of pure joy which goddesses reciprocated with loving care. Epigrams for various young children have similar psychological overtones. The deceased child usually became a favourite of the gods, for whom they were a source of joy. In one of the epigrams (Syros, 2nd–3rd century ad) Hermes abducted a boy who was loved by Pluto and Persephone, and this child was offered to Eubuleus and Persephone as a toy gift (ἄθυρµα: a toy, plaything, game or joy).

Sometimes, they even take small tokens with them.

Myro made this tomb for her grasshopper and cicada, sprinkling a little dust over them both and weeping regretfully over their pyre; for the songster was seized by Hades and the other by Persephone. (Anth. Gr. 7.346)

In the end, the reason they can maintain a long-term stable marriage is probably because they share the same quirks. They are a decent, gentle and funny couple with a lot of terrible dark sides...I will end this post with an excerpt from the book.

In Archaic times the dead were usually received by Hades and Persephone in the underworld, whereas death itself was caused by more abstract powers, such as µοῖρα, κήρ and θάνατος. In Hellenistic times, on the other hand, the abducting was more frequently attributed to the chthonic deities; this role was also performed by daemons, Moira and Tyche. In most cases responsibility for the abduction of the deceased to the other world, from which they did not return, was attributed to the hostile or at best indifferent Hades. He could 'abduct' a wedding itself, he could even abduct representatives of his own sex, e.g. a deceased male who was sent (πένψας) to the θαλάµοις of Persephone, or Hades could even take a husband from his own wife.

[wardingshout]

Since I didn't draw anything for like half of 2024 I did an updated colour wheel instead! featuring only the newest of stuff I could find that fit.

I have also compiled a dump of many thoughts I want out of my head, like a little text post dump I guess. the tldr I guess I will just make "thank you".

Putting the most important thing first here which is. Every single time I catch myself thinking "no I need to draw smth other than alttp" a couple of very specific tags and messages pop into my head and I get so fired up to draw more alttp !!! the power I feel from that!!!!!

IIIIII feel like there used to be a way to do linebreaks but I can't remember how so my new text bit divider is random crap I can find lying around in my files

Ok here goes me being dramatic about something that only matters to me but feels so very important to get out for the sake of others too. I guess the gist of it is that tumblr is a rly important place to me and I'm so endlessly grateful for people always being so nice. at the end of the day I don't think I really care about much else in life than drawing and getting to share it with others makes it a much less lonely experience for me. I mostly just for myself, but I'm so grateful for the extra joy associated with posting it online too.

I feel a bit bad I can never seem to give back the kind of nice energy you guys give me. despite how much joy this place brings me, I'm just a naturally anxious person and I often chicken out of doing things myself. I'm so endlessly happy that people still bear with me or at least stick around to look at my art.

thanks to people's kindness I often find myself breaking out of the anxiety and getting a lot closer to initiating stuff myself, but I always get run over by some kind of irl issue instead, usually mental, but recently also physical health. I had so much fun on here this summer especially and I was so certain that this was the time I would make it last only for irl stuff to yet again show up and knock me out completely. every time that happens I feel like I have to rebuild whatever social bravery I had aquired from the beginning again and at this rate I won't ever get anywhere.

after weeks of very few work days, I feel like I'm finally rebuilding the courage to post and the concentration to manage drawing at all. it's not a lot of progress but I can feel it growing. from tomorrow it's back to full time work with no other breaks in sight and I'm scared my groove will be cut short already... I like my job but I've acknowledged I just can't thrive with full time work. I can bear it fine though, but it doesn't leave energy for much else in life.

I think the point here is. I know it's just social media but I've had so many good experiences on here and they're really precious to me. I hope one day I can be well enough to be that kind of influence for others too. my activity with art and presence online has become surprisingly reflective of how well or bad I'm doing irl, so I never I never want to give up on become a more present person.

the most important thing is art though, so finding the courage to get back to posting even if it's all I do, makes me happy too. thank you so much to everyone else who posts are too. I'm endlessly excited about all the cool things I get to experience and see online, thank you!

it is absolutely absurd how many drafts I have of just very frustrated moments where literally all I type is "if I have to be sick one more time I will lose my absolute mind holy shit" and having just been sick again? really feeling that !!!! it's also like. frustrating to feel you're making progress mentally and then you constantly get knocked into bed by phsyical health instead like come on I'm finally learning how to get Out of that place... and then every time you get sick, routunes have to be rebuild all over after, it suuuuucks....

I finally got a PC which has been absolutely life saving, However. I am still drawing on tegaki only... I'm so excited I can get back to bigger works on csp but I've gotten so used to seeing only my tegaki stuff, I'm scared of how much I'll suddenly hate my art when I see it differently again... hating your own art is probably a feeling that will never disappear but even so. I think I'm at a pretty content place right now and I'm worried about shaking it up. I can't let something like that knock me down when I'm only finally getting back to drawing regularly again... I already copied over the palette for some comfort so hopefully I can find a brush that feels similar too! at least I'm super excited about getting to pick some more colours !

and a very belated tag game thing !! I completely lost the original post by now but it was from @lele5429 and I've had it in my drafts this whole time, so better late than never to fill it out!

Last song: Alt Hvad Jeg Vil by Von Quar

Fav colours: warm yellows or light oranges!

Last book: switching between Assassin's Quest and Our Wives Under The Sea!

Last movie: The Princess Bride I think?? it was long ago so I feel like I'm forgetting something else though...

Last tv show: my roomie and I binged Twin Peaks season 3 as well as most of True Detective over christmas break we went Ham

Sweet/spicy/savoury: sweet !!

Relationship status: not interested

Last thing I googled: "nosferatu rats"... I see.....

Current obsession: alttp auish shenanigans... this one has not changed since I first drafted my response to this... on one hand I feel like I'm just filling out the gaps between games, but on the other it's getting very close to full au stuff... I always wanted to draw comics but had no ideas and for the first time in my life I'm drowning in ideas and fully held back by fear and skills haha

Looking forward to: actually surprisingly nothing at all? I'm looking forward to whatever good times I can create for myself I guess. the last few things I was looking forward to didn't go so well, so maybe it's nice to have nothing but the most normal and boring daily life ahead haha

[truths33k3r4]

what makes your turtles happy. Like what would I have to give them to make them smile.

(there's been too much angst recently and I need something cute )

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I am.. SO SORRY it took me this long to finally answer your question- I promise I sincerely wanted to, but life got busy, I got sick, and uh.. here we are. XD

Anyyyyways! Onto your question!

Leonardo- One of Leo's favorite past times is putting together puzzles while listening to movie soundtracks on his CD player. After tense missions or siblings annoying him all the time, he needs this kinda activity to rest and relax. :) Because his brothers think that putting together a puzzle is "old lady stuff" he's able to do it without any interruptions. (Except for a possible impromptu dance break from Mikey, but that's usually appreciated.) He also LOVES to organize all the pieces into their respective piles of color and shape.

Eventually, later in the story, Leo notices that Lotus fights anxiety and stress as badly as he does. (Maybe even worse.) So, in an attempt to help her, he invites her to join him whenever he takes out a 1,500 piece puzzle.

Raphael- This. This brings him immeasurable joy.

...Though sometimes things don't end so well for him. XD

But- in all seriousness, he loves to draw. :) Especially when he's allowed by Don to just chill in his beanbag chair as his freckled twin works at his computer. He also loves to get into wrestling matches with his brothers- a good little tussle to get the blood pumping and practice their grappling- as well as to get a chance to test each others' strength!

Donatello- With how stressful and annoying customers can become with his IT job, Don just sometimes needs some space outside. Compared to his stale, cramped office, a peaceful forest is paradise to him, allowing his always-moving brain to finally quiet.

Lotus- It takes her a long time to find things that she likes. For one, the first few weeks of being in the lair consist of lots of Medbay visits and physical recovery, but once she grows strong enough, Don teaches her how to bake. :)

And in time, and with lots of practice, Lotus learns to find so much happiness when she watches her brothers enjoying something she made. :)

Michelangelo- Hahaha there's a whole list- but I'll just go over the main things he loves. :) Firstly, Mikey loves it when he's called into the Kitchen or Medbay by Leo to have Medic lessons. This isn't only time spent with his big bro, but it's also really neat to hear about how the body works, how he can help his team better, and how to better take care of himself. It takes a lot of concentration to sit and listen, but it's always worth it. Especially when he sees Leo get passionate about something he works so hard to do. <3

Next would be singing and dancing. :) Anywhere. And at any time. He could be in the middle of a geography test and he'd still break out into song. And dancing is just such a cool way to express himself! Clicking on Leo's CD player with his favorite Smash Mouth hits, it won't even be two seconds before he's swaying, shimmying, and moon-walking.

Chores don't stop him from having fun either- Dishes are lame, but add your favorite hits on your MP3 player, and it's AWESOME.

And lastly, but most importantly, Mikey loves to paint. <3 He always has since being a toddler, thanks to an accident when Splinter left paint out in the boys' bedroom. Diving his hands into the cool, smooth, brightly-hued paint just sparked a deep creative drive in him, and it's been that way ever since.

Hahaha my story has been on the angstier side, so this was a lot of fun to just draw my turts being their fun, wholesome, chaotic selves. :) (Before more angst occurs in my story MUAHAHHAHAH)

Thanks for the question!

To God be the glory!

~ Melissa