#i have like 2 things i need to work on but instead i did this

[deadsetobsessions]

Short DPXDC prompt #2, from @stealingyourbones.

“It’ll be good for you!” Dick threw an arm around Tim’s shoulders as he beamed his way through Gotham U’s campus.

“I could have done this online. They have virtual degrees. I could have hacked my way into one.”

“Yeah, but then you wouldn’t get the authentic experience!”

The group arrived at the dorm building, one of many, and Damian gave it a dubious once over.

“If this is authentic, I refuse to be a part of the locals.” Damian quietly remarked, before peering cautiously at Dick. “I have obtained my degrees. I do not need this experience.”

“It’s really not that bad, guys.”

“How would you know? You went to Blüdhaven for college.” Tim retorted with the voice of a young man resigned to despair. “You lived off campus and your door pin was Zitka’s birthday, month first then date second.”

“… Tim, why the fuck do you know that.”

“When I knocked on your door, that was just common courtesy. I didn’t actually need you to open it. I could have opened it myself.”

Dick’s smile brightens even further, with the light of an LED bulb instead of his usual sun, and places a hand on Tim’s head. “You’re creepy sometimes, you know that?”

“And you’re careless sometimes, you know that?” Tim groused. “Ugh, whatever. Let’s just get this over with. I can’t believe I’m going to have a roommate.”

“It’ll be fun! And if it isn’t, you can always swap roomies. We have enough pull to have that happen.”

“Doubtlessly.” Damian said. “This campus barely passes the bar of acceptability. Why is the campus like this. Why is it incorporated into the city.”

Tim smirked. Even though Damian spoke with formal language only found in the highest of echelons of society, Jon’s influence was beginning to make itself known. Good for him, the little shit. Privately, Tim thought the presence of a Kryptonian brought out the better sides of a bat. God knows Kon did, for him.

“Okay, enough whining you two! Let’s get Tim settled in.”

Tim elbowed Dick in the gut and kept walking into the building as his big brother wheezed dramatically. Damian rolled his eyes- he’s seen Nightwing take harder hits than Drake’s pointy elbows and walk it off- and followed. Unbeknownst to them, Dick all but beamed with joy at their solidarity. His plan was working.

——

Tim settled into the dorm, disgruntled at the small and uncomfortable twin mattress. The dorm smelt of faint mildew, had at least ten safety code violations, and had ventilation that probably hasn’t been cleaned since the last fear gas attack. The vent thing honestly might explain the state of Gotham U’s students and their proclivities to become supervillains. Tim is more tempted to go into villainy than ever before with these conditions.

That is, until his roomie walked in.

Step 1) reboot brain.

Holy shit, his roomie was HOT.

Step 2) notice all the weird things his roomie all showed unconsciously. Too graceful. Walking carefully, like how Kon does sometimes when he’s remembering to be careful with his fragile surroundings. Meta? Too sharp teeth.

Wait. Sharp teeth?

“Uh, hi. I’m Danny. You must be my roommate. Tim, right?” The guy, Danny, had a deep voice. And too sharp teeth. Because he smiled. It was a damn nice smile.

Step 3) bi panic. DID TIM MENTION HE WAS HOT??

“Uh. Hi. Yeah, I’m Tim.”

“Cool. What’re you majoring in?”

“Forensic Analysis. You?”

“Aerospace engineering.”

They looked at each other awkwardly. “Cool, I’m just gonna set my stuff down.”

“You’re not from here, right?” Tim asked and promptly flushed when an amused smile gets thrown his way.

“The accent give it away?”

“Yeah. Uh. You want a tour, man?”

“Sure. Thanks.”

——

It was flashes of things.

“Oh. I don’t go anywhere without my thermos.” Danny smiled, patting the dented thing. Except, Tim’s never seen him drink from it.

Or:

“Oh, woah. Food’s not attacking me.” And the thing is, Danny actually looked apprehensive before poking at the cafeteria food.

What??

And a month passes before Tim realizes he’s one hundred percent absolutely fucked.

Because it’s one thing if it’s an extremely attractive dork with brains and humor.

It’s an entirely different thing if the extremely attractive dork with brains and humor was a complete and total mystery. Tim is an absolute sucker for mysteries. It’s even more attractive than smacking him in the face with a brick!

“Hey, Tim?”

“Uh. Yeah?” Tim screamed at himself. He’s dated like fifteen different people! Why the hell is he so awkward with Danny?

(Tim was always awkward. He has that autistic rizz.)

“Tell me more about blood splatters?” Danny asked with a hopeful smile. Tim folded like wet paper. (It helps that he knows a lot- too much- about analyzing blood splatters.)

——

Outside of their window, Nightwing cackled to himself. It was worth using the Wayne name to get Tim the most interesting college kid Dick could find as a roommate. Who said Tim had the market corner on stalking anyways?

Nightwing flipped off of the roof, all but skipping home.

Robin, his patrol partner for the night, grimaced. For all Richard was his favorite, the man unsettled him at times.

[yamneko]

Gathering peoples replies/links so I can find/read the recipes better than trying to scrollll forever on tumblr itself. I did not do video only recipes, or ones that I could not find (Stardew Valley and some other specific books mentioned) I have not gone thru the REBLOG addition recipes, but there's a TON there too

General Tips:

stevviefox If you like ‘crisp’ cookies use baking soda. Cake-ish ones use baking powder and self raising flour. Depending on where you are might want to store the dough in the fridge for a couple of hours to firm up before baking.

pepper-fandom-things Okay I'm a weirdo and for some reason having cold and hard chocolate chips ruins my experience but keeping them out isn't the same. My best solution has been to fuckin shred the chips. So you get the taste without the chunk of cold chocolate. It's like a chocolate chip *flavored* cookie with nothing shady about it

dustin-but-gayer Whatever you do; add 1 heaping tsp of cinnamon and half to 2/3 tsp of nutmeg to the dry mix (if it's a 2 cup of flour recipe, alter as needed)

A lot of people recommended the toll house recipe

https://www.verybestbaking.com/toll-house/recipes/original-nestle-toll-house-chocolate-chip-cookies/

tiruvenkadu yeah, this is the one i use, but two caveats: one, make sure the butter is, in fact, softened. two, use a bit less than teo and a quarter cups of flour - you’ll get cookies that crisp up just perfectly.

whoknowsyourfuture Use the nestle recipe, but double it except for the butter and chocolate chips. Use one bag of chips or equivalent, and 3 sticks of butter instead of 4(I think that's the correct proportion, I'm at work rn). I usually also add an extra cup to cup and a half of flour, makes dense, tall cookies. For flatter, crispier cookies, after whatever the recipe calls for in flour, gradually add until dough is moldable but still clings to hands. The version with more flour should not stick to your hands at all.

leadhelmetcosmonaut The recipe on the chocolate chips packet is good but if you add some cinnamon it becomes even better

estrellami-1 My family does the nestle toll house recipe BUT equal parts brown sugar & white sugar. It makes them a tad more molasses-y and REALLY good :)

Gemma Stafford Recipes https://www.biggerbolderbaking.com/cookie-recipes/ (no specific one given, and it looks like there's several CCC ones even)

ding-dong-dumbass Gemma Stafford's recipes are ones that I have never had trouble with, across two different countries, with their individual standards of production and QA for the ingredients. I call them idiotproof because even *I* can make them without any trouble. I'd 100% recommend scaling up the giant single serve cookie recipe, but she's also got a master recipe you can fiddle around with to make it your own.

https://www.seriouseats.com/food-lab-best-chocolate-chip-cookie-step-by-step-slideshow

The two hour version in this recipe: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h4CyhQqAPpk (the other two are the top comment in the video)

2-Hour Chocolate Chip Cookies (Makes 8-10 cookies) PREP TIME: 1 HOUR COOK TIME: 15 MINUTES TOTAL TIME: 195 MINUTES INGREDIENTS

½ cup granulated sugar

¾ cup light brown sugar, packed

1 teaspoon kosher salt

½ cup (1 stick) unsalted butter, melted

1 large egg

1 teaspoon vanilla extract

1¼ cups all-purpose flour

½ teaspoon baking soda

4 ounces milk or semi-sweet chocolate chunks

4 ounces dark chocolate chunks

PREPARATION

1. In a large bowl, whisk together the granulated and brown sugar, salt, and butter until a paste forms with no lumps.

2. Whisk in the egg and vanilla, beating until light ribbons fall off the whisk and remain for a short while before dissolving.

3. Sift in the flour and baking soda, then fold with a spatula until just incorporated. (Be careful not to overmix, which will cause the gluten in the flour to toughen, resulting in cakier cookies).

4. Fold in the milk and dark chocolate chunks.

5. Chill the dough for 2 hours, or, for a more intense toffee-like flavor and deeper color, overnight. The longer the dough rests, the more complex its flavor will be.

6. Preheat the oven to 350°F (180°C). Line 2 baking sheets with parchment paper.

7. Using a 2½-ounce ice cream scoop or a ⅓ cup measure, scoop the dough onto the prepared baking sheets, leaving at least 4 inches (10 cm) of space between each cookie and 2 inches (5 cm) of space from the edges of the pan so that the cookies can spread evenly. A half sheet pan should fit no more than 6 cookies.

8. Bake for 12-15 minutes, or until the edges have started to lightly brown. Let cool completely before serving. 9. Enjoy!

https://kickassbaker.com/jacques-torres-chocolate-chip-cookies/

https://hostthetoast.com/best-chewy-cafe-style-chocolate-chip-cookies/#tasty-recipes-9463-jump-target

bizexuals https://hostthetoast.com/best-chewy-cafe-style-chocolate-chip-cookies/#tasty-recipes-9463-jump-target this is my absolute favorite. i love a huge, chewy & soft cookie. just do me a favor & brown the butter (i usually add an extra half stick to make up for the water loss & make sure i have 6oz of brown butter at the end, adding a tbsp or more of regular melted butter if my estimate was off)

http://artofdessert.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-ultimate-chocolate-chip-cookie.html?m=1

courageousteapot http://artofdessert.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-ultimate-chocolate-chip-cookie.html?m=1 Fantastic even if you don't have allergies (uses cream cheese instead of eggs). I use 3 cups chocolate chips instead of 2, and use milk chocolate chips if I'm feeling fancy. These are so good they cause problems, like my boss calling me over the holidays to ask me to make some for her family (uh... No).

https://sugarspunrun.com/worst-chocolate-chip-cookies/

https://joyfoodsunshine.com/the-most-amazing-chocolate-chip-cookies/

https://www.allrecipes.com/recipe/10813/best-chocolate-chip-cookies/

https://www.hersheyland.ca/en_ca/recipes/original-chipits-cookies-recipe.html (I think this is the OG one recommended)

Recipes just given:

alyssdecoeur • Mix together in a bowl: o 250g flour o ½ baking powder little bag in France, should be about 5g order (the baking powder likes to be mixed directly with the flour) o 125g sugar (demerara is better for this recipe. I personally always have a couple of vanilla beans in my sugar jar for more taste) o some cinnamon o 100g chocolate chips: if you can get your hands on “Nestle dessert” baking chocolate and cut up your own chocolate chips, it will be way better. I found out that cutting my own chocolate chips with UK chocolate does not work as well because the baking chocolate I have found is rubbish. Maybe pre-made chocolate chips would work? • Melt 125g salted butter (microwave), wait for it to cool a bit and add 1 egg and 1 tablespoon of honey. • Add the wet mix to the dry mix and mix it with your hands (very important, it does not work properly with a spoon/fork/whisk) until you have a moist dough (do not overmix), refrain from eating all your cookie dough, and cook chunks at 180°C until they feel right

books-and-hot-drinks 200g butter, 120g sugar, 60g oatmeal, 250g flour, 1 egg, 100g chocolate (or more), mix everything, rest 30 min in fridge, bake 20 min at 175°C

zeromidnight Yes! I like to make it with peanut butter chips or butterscotch chips for variation. 1/2 cup butter, softened 1/2 cup white sugar 1/2 cup packed brown sugar 1 egg 1 teaspoon vanilla extract 1/2 teaspoon baking soda 1 teaspoons hot water 1/4 teaspoon of salt 1 & 1/2 cups all-purpose flour 1 to 2 cup chips of choice

riley-rogue This is the recipe I use. I like really soft cookies so that's how these will turn out. I've also tried it with butterscotch morsels instead of chocolate and that was honestly the best batch I've made. Also, when you pull them out of the oven they will be very fragile. so try not to touch or move them until they set after a few minutes :) 16 tbs of salted butter 1 cup of white sugar 1/2 cup of packed light brown sugar 2 tsp of vanilla extract 2 eggs 3 cups of flour 1 tsp of baking soda 1/2 tsp of salt 1 cup of chocolate chips -Preheat oven to 350. -Mix sifted flour, baking soda, and salt together. -In separate bowl, melt butter then mix with both sifted sugars until creamy. -Add vanilla and eggs then mix gently. -Add dry to wet ingredients and mix together until crumbly dough forms. -Bake for 11 minutes and 30 seconds

no-one-s-writing 2 1/4 cupsof ap flour 1 teaspoon baking soda 1/2 teaspoon salt 1 cup unsalted butter, room temp 3/4 cup granulated sugar 3/4 cup packed brown sugar 1 egg 1 teaspoonvanilla 3 cups chocolate chips 1 teaspoon finely ground coffee Cream together butter and sugars. Mix in the egg, vanilla, and coffee. Add flour, salt, and baking soda Bake for 7~ minutes at 350 I also like throwing them into cupcake tins with piece of chocolate in the center no-one-s-writing 2 1/4 cupsof ap flour 1 teaspoon baking soda 1/2 teaspoon salt 1 cup unsalted butter, room temp 3/4 cup granulated sugar 3/4 cup packed brown sugar 1 egg 1 teaspoonvanilla 3 cups chocolate chips 1 teaspoon finely ground coffee Cream together butter and sugars. Mix in the egg, vanilla, and coffee. Add flour, salt, and baking soda Bake for 7~ minutes at 350 I also like throwing them into cupcake tins with piece of chocolate in the center

strawberryapplesauce13 this is mine-1 stick of butter and melt and mix with 6 tbsp of brown and white sugar, 1/2 tsp of vanilla and an egg. mix 1 cup and 2 tbp of flour with 1/2 tsp baking powder and 1/2 tsp salt in another bowl. add dry to wet and add 3/4 cup choc. chips, freeze for 10 minutes and use an ice cream scoop to make them into balls. bake for 13 minutes and enjoy :))

anyone got a good chocolate chip cookie recipe? i trust yall significantly more than browsing internet recipes

[themultifanshipper]

Oscar lifted the trophy high above his head. He thought about how every decision he’d made in his life had led to this moment: winning his first Formula 1 Grand Prix, in Hungary. 

And yet, the only thought running through his head was, ‘I’ve ruined everything’. 

Warnings: quite angsty although i did tone it down quite a bit, smut

Part 2 of The way to a man's heart

Oscar wasn’t jealous. 

He was a good friend to you. 

He was happy for you and Lando, who had now become a thing, apparently. 

He’d even helped you out that time at the beach, making sure that the group steered clear of you two, because Oscar was a good friend. 

Until he wasn’t. 

Because the truth was, Oscar was jealous. 

He’d pined over you since before the season started, since the beginning of 2023, in fact. 

But you had quickly friendzoned him, and set your sights on Lando instead.  

Which was fine, he was an adult, and he could handle rejection perfectly well. 

Until Miami 2024. Until that day, when he saw the small ‘LN4’ on your hip, and he realised he had actually lost you. 

If he’d had his way, he would have turned you over and fucked you on that damn sun lounger himself. 

The next few weeks were tough for him. Made even worse by Lando, who constantly came to work with hickies poking out of his necklines, and stories about how wonderful his dates with you were. 

Oscar just gritted his teeth, bided his time. ‘It’ll pass, It’ll pass, It’ll pass’ he chanted to himself every time he felt like decking Lando. 

But unfortunately that rate at which that was happening was increasing drastically, and it increased for two reasons. 

Firstly because you an Lando were basically throwing yourselves at each other at every given opportunity, and every wink Lando sent his way before carrying you out of the room sent him reeling at the thought of whatever the two of you were doing next door. 

Secondly, because according to every media outlet, Lando was now the second coming of christ, set to defeat Max Verstappen for the title.  

And both of those things were making him increasingly antsy. And he could tell the team were going to do everything in their power to help Lando, even if that meant throwing him under the bus. 

So he concentrated on his racing, the one thing he could control. And in Austria, the cracks started to show. 

He took some sort of sick satisfaction from knowing that Lando had driven like a dick and had cost himself a win. ‘I would’ve driven better, I would've won’ he thought nastily. 

He fought with Lando over it the day after. He knew he shouldn’t have poked the bear, but Lando’s ego needed a hit, and he needed to release his frustrations on somebody. So they hauled insults at each other, until someone came and forced them into seperate rooms. 

He didn’t even bother putting headphones on to drown out the noise you and Lando were making next door. Those noises drove him, drove him to be better.  

He even managed to convince himself that you were faking the screams, and that if you gave him a chance, he’d show you he was better than Lando at that as well. 

Before Silverstone you approached him, feeling how off he’d been lately with you. 

You’d tried to talk to Lando about it, but he’d shrugged it off and gone partying in god knows which country with god knows which DJ friend of his, leaving you to spend some time with your friend, which you realised you hadn’t found much time to do lately.  

But it only ended in an argument. 

About how you were a bad friend, siding with Lando over him about everything, and Lando was just using you to get to him. 

Even to his ears, none of it made any sense whatsoever, but his brain was half eaten by jealousy and frustration at this point, so he all but kicked you out of his apartment, and you didn’t have any contact with him after that. 

He’d effectively alienated his two best friends on the grid. 

Then you had a crash in Silverstone, a nasty crash at that. Concussion, bruised ribs, the works. 

His heart stopped when he heard the news over the radio, and it stopped again when he saw the replay of the crash once he was back in the paddock. 

He was the first to visit you in the hospital. Lando was busy celebrating his home podium. 

He spent half an hour groveling at the foot of the bed, and whining about how sorry he was. 

But you were just relieved about having your friend back. 

“Oscar, I don’t know what’s gotten into you lately. But I don’t care about what you said, I just care that you’re here, now.”  

He hugged you, as tightly as he dared with how sore he knew your ribs were, and sat on the bed next to you. 

“So tell me, what’s been going on with you? I've been worried” you asked with a frown. 

He looked down at his hands and sighed, which made him wince slightly. 

“A lot of things, really. Mostly stress I think.” he mumbled. 

“Oh Osc, you know I’m here for you if you need to talk, yeah?” you slid an arm around him and squeezed, and he winced again with a pained moan escaping his lips. 

You stared at him, but he refused to meet your eyes. 

“Oscar?” you asked tentatively “what was that?” 

He looked at you sheepishly as one of his hands came to rub at his side. 

“I uhh... I may or may not have a broken rib?” He attempted a smile but you slapped his arm. 

“Since when??!” 

“Uhm... Austria? I think. Maybe Barcelona...”  

You slapped his arm again, harder. 

“Barcelona?!!” you hissed as he rubbed his arm “Two weeks? And you didn’t think to tell me?”  

He sighed again. “I know, I’m sorry” 

You huffed out a laugh and looked at the ceiling in disbelief. 

“Look at us, huh” you made a vague gesture at him “wallowing in self pity, injured, and one of us doesn’t even have anyone to fuck at the end of all this!” 

His head snapped up to look at you. That was a very weird thing to say, and indeed you looked pale, and a bit dazed. 

“Are you on any medication right now?”  

You looked at him weirdly “Yeah, Morphine, why?” 

He laughed, almost relieved. “Because that was an odd sentence, even coming from you” 

“Yeah well, sorry we can’t all be the jealous third wheel of the friend group” 

Oscar heart skipped a beat. “What do you mean?” 

You giggled. “Come on, Osc. It’s obvious. You’ve been mopey ever since Miami. You’re obviously jealous that me and Lando are fucking on the regular and aren’t spending as much time with you. It’s science!”  

He was about to interrupt but you continued, your words slurring together more and more as you went on. The drugs must have been hitting you harder than expected. 

“Besides, I saw how you reacted when I showed you my tattoo. If you want...” you grabbed his shirt and dragged him towards you with surprising strength, he had to put his hands either side of you to not fall on top of you. You glanced quickly at his lips leaning in closer. “If you want, I could get an ‘OP81’ tattoo. Would that make you feel better? Or you could get an LN4 tattoo, I’m sure Lando would go just as feral for you as he did for me...”  

Your breath was hitting his face but he was barely registering it, his wide eyes were fixed on yours as you pulled him in further. But just as his face was almost too close to call it friendship, you pushed him away with a loud gasp of excitement. 

“Oh! We should totally have a threesome!” you squealed.  

Oscar almost jumped out of his skin when the door behind him creaked open suddenly, a nurse coming in to check on you. 

“I’m sorry to interrupt, but it is ten p.m. and we don’t allow visitors after that time”  

Oscar scrambled to his feet and rushed to the door. “No problem! I was just leaving” he mumbled breathlessly, but just as he wrenched the door open, you called out in a sing-song voice. 

“I know what you are Oscar Jack Piastri! ”  

The following maniacal giggle haunted him for the next week. 

He’d texted Lando to ask how you were doing, avoiding engaging in conversation with you completely.  

Lando replied two things. 

“Ask her yourself, when you find some free time from being a dickhead” and “Also fuck you for not telling me about your broken fucking rib” 

Great, so he wasn’t over the argument in Austria. 

But he couldn’t text you. Every time he thought about you all he could picture was the night in the hospital. Your lidded eyes looking up at him while you babbled sensual nonsense with your lips just inches away, if only he had just leaned in and- 

No.  

He wasn’t in the business of stealing girlfriends, only trophies. 

A few days before you were all supposed to be in Hungary, he finally decided to stop being a pussy and actually messaged you. 

It turned into a facetime call that lasted several hours. 

“Yeah, it’s been really just relaxing and waiting for my body to heal” you said, a cup of hot chocolate in your hands. 

“Me too, although the rib’s hurting like a bitch” he complained, his own coffee lay forgotten on the table. “But thankfully they’ve modified the seat so it shouldn’t be as bad in Hungary” 

“Let’s be hoping so. I don’t think you should be driving at all with a broken rib” 

He laughed “Well, I’ve already done 3 races, what’s two more?” 

You hummed thoughtfully as you took a sip, not particularly happy with that attitude.  

“So Lando’s still not speaking to you, is he?”  

Oscar was confused at the sudden change of subject. “No...why?” 

“And he hasn’t told you why, has he?”  

He sighed. “I’ve been in a bad place recently, and I lashed out at the two of you. He just took it a bit harder is all. But he’ll come around, I’ll deal with him in Hungary.” 

You nodded absentmindedly as you took another sip. That wasn’t the only reason, but if Lando hadn’t told Oscar anything else, you weren’t going to either, so you changed the subject again. 

“By the way, I was thinking. I think it would be funny if when you win your first race, I got a tattoo for you like I did for Lando. You’re my best friend after all and it would mean a lot to me.” 

Oscar wanted that. He wanted it so fucking much. To be yours, for you to be his. A wave of possessiveness surged through him at the thought of his name inked into your skin. But much to his own dissapointment, his brain did the talking for once. 

“ I don’t think that’s a good idea”  

You frowned at him through the screen. “Why not? It’s just a tat-” 

“I just can’t, I’m sorry. It wouldn’t be right” 

The look on your face was breaking his heart, but he knew if you got a tattoo for him he would actually lose his sanity. 

Either that or tell you he loved you, which was not an option for a multitude of reasons. 

“What do you mean it wouldn’t be right. Oscar I’m-” you were visibly getting upset and it killed him to have to say no. 

“I just- I can’t. I have to go, I’m sorry” he apologised, getting choked up himself and hung up the call. 

You stared at the black screen for several seconds in disbelief. He was so abrupt, and yet there was something else behind it. He seemed just as upset about it as you. 

You knew why. Of course you did.  

You’d known since Miami, with the look on Oscar’s face when him and the other drivers came back from their swim to find you and Lando curled up on the sunbed. 

Your heart took a hit then, and it was taking a hit now.  

You couldn't explain it, but the thought of Oscar being left out was taking a toll on you. 

Lando walked in to find you still staring at the screen, while a tear or two ran down your cheeks. 

“Baby, who was that? What’s wrong?”  

You snapped out of your stupor and wiped your eyes furiously. 

“Nothing I- It was just Oscar.” 

Lando froze. “And he made you fucking cry?” 

“No! I just... I miss him so much, and I know it’s stupid but I wish things would go back to the way they were with him” 

He studied you for a moment, a frown etching itself onto his face. 

“You want him” 

You looked up at him with tears in your eyes. 

You nodded slowly. 

“You know I do. But I want you too. I love you. I’ll always love you” 

He kneeled down next to you and put an arm around your shoulders. 

“I know that baby, but if you want him, there’s nothing I can say to stop you is there?” 

“That’s not fair Lando!” you whined “You’re saying that like I’m going to cheat on you or something. Obviously I would never fucking do that to you!” 

“Hey” he rubbed a hand up and down your back soothingly “It’s not cheating if I agree to it” 

“But I don’t just want to fuck him Lando. I want all of it. I want both of you equally.” 

“And I’m telling you, I’m okay with that. I need some time to think about where I stand with him. It’s a bit complicated at the moment, but you love him, and he obviously loves you, and as long as you don’t stop loving me, I love you too much to keep you locked up in a cage” 

You smiled at him sadly and leaned in to press your lips to his.  

“You’re such a sap.” you whispered. 

“Says the woman sitting on the floor crying over love like a fucking Jane Austen character” he said and you laughed “Now come on, let’s get some food and get to bed, I’m taking you out tomorrow for a surprise”

 

Oscar was evasive whenever you approached him during the weekend in Hungary. 

You and Lando were worried about him. He was racing with a broken rib for god's sake. 

But he did the impossible. He won.  

He fucking won! 

Team orders aside, it was a wonderful feeling to see him on the top step, sweaty and covered in champagne. 

Oscar thought he'd ruined everything, so he was surprised when you jumped into his arms afterwards and held him tight. 

Lando wasn't quite in the same mood as you were, understandably. 

That night you went straight to Oscar's hotel room. 

Lando still wasn't sure where he stood with Oscar, but he let you go, with an olive branch of sorts. 

You jumped into his arms as soon as he opened the door. 

“Congratulations Oscar!” 

He whined in pain but soldiered through it, almost squeezing the life out of you as he hugged you back. 

“Thank you” he said with a soft smile. 

“Osc, I need to show you something” you whispered conspiratorially before taking his hand and leading him over to sit on the bed. 

You stood in front of him, standing between his legs as you pulled up the hem of your shirt. 

“Jesus” he muttered, hand coming to soothe over the bruising that still adorned your ribs. 

“It can't be as bad as yours” you giggled softly “but that's not what I wanted to show you” 

You pulled down the waistline of your pants, exposing the tattoo Lando had gifted you a few days prior. 

“I got this the other day” you bit your lip, waiting for his reaction as his eyes landed on the small ‘OP81’ that lay next to your hip bone, opposite the tattoo you got in Miami. “I didn't know you were going to win, but I guess it doesn't matter now because you did anyway” 

He stared at it for a couple of seconds before looking up at you with tears in his eyes. 

“You really shouldn’t have” he muttered, voice cracking slightly. 

“Why Osc?” you whispered. 

One of your hands went to cup his cheek and he leaned in to the touch, eyes closing as he took a shaky breath. 

“Because…”  

You stroked his blushing cheek with your thumb. “Say it” 

He looked back up at you, looking like a kicked puppy. 

“Because I'm fucking in love with you”  

You smiled at him, leaning down so that you were eye level with him. 

“I know”  

He frowned. “You know?” 

“I do, Osc.” 

He blinked.

“And… you got it anyway?”  

“I did. Because I love you too, and I want both of my boys with me, at all times” 

His utter look of shock was enough to force laugh out of you.  

You sat down on his lap smoothly, cupping his face with both your hands. 

 “I want you Oscar”  

He stared at you for a moment and you took the opportunity to lean in and kiss him. 

His self control went out the window immediately, and his hand came up to tangle in your hair to pull you closer. 

The kiss got hungrier, pulling at each other until there was no space between your bodies, and eventually you had to separate for air. 

“Wait, what about Lando?” he asked breathlessly. 

“Oscar” you smiled “The tattoo was Lando's idea, once I told him I wanted you” 

His jaw dropped. “Lando knows?” 

“Of course. We share everything.”  

Oscar shivered at the implications of that statement. He certainly wouldn't mind being shared. 

But that thought was quickly replaced when he felt your lips on his once again. 

This felt like a fever dream. You, on top of him kissing him while you held onto each other for dear life. 

Then he had an idea. 

He picked you up suddenly, flipping you onto your back. 

“Fuck- I need to see it again” 

He wasted no time getting your pants off, leaving you in your underwear. Which just happened to be lacey and almost completely see through. 

He groaned as his hands came up to grab your hips, eyes roaming over your figure. Namely his initials inked into your skin. 

He leaned down and placed a kiss over it, eyes glued to yours as he did. 

Your pupils darkened and an evil grin spread across his face.

He then went slightly lower, and kissed the spot just above the hem of your underwear, making your breath hitch. 

He went lower still, kissing his way down until he got to where there was already a wet patch soaking through the material. 

“You going to be good for me?” he rasped, tracing a finger over your clothed cunt, making you shiver. 

“Please, Osc” you whined. 

Something sick and twisted churned in his gut at your pleading, and he smirked up at you. 

“That's what I like to hear” 

He dragged your underwear down your legs, wasting no time devouring you and moaning at the sweet taste of victory.

You fell apart on his tongue, then again on his fingers. 

You were gasping for breath while he unbuckled his belt, pulling his own pants and underwear down in one swift move. 

“You ready?” 

You clawed at him, pulling him closer to gasp into his ear. 

“Fuck me like a winner, baby” 

 He lined himself up and pushed in in one swift thrust, and the two of you moaned in sync. 

It was slow, Oscar building up his pace little by little as he took you apart expertly. 

Your back arched, head thrown back while he nipped and sucked at the sensitive skin of your neck. 

“I've been dreaming about this for so long” 

“Osc..” you moaned. 

“That's right, say my name, sweetheart” 

“Oscar!” 

He chuckled as he sped his hips up. 

“That's right. Louder baby, let everyone know who's making you feel this good” 

“Oscar- Fuck!”  

He was unraveling at the sound of your cries. 

This was him. All him. No Lando to get in the way of his pleasure.  

Just you and him, and your beautiful body that was all his for the night.  

He hooked one of your legs over his shoulder, driving into you harder, ignoring the pain in his side. 

You moans were getting louder and your cunt was squeezing around him like a vice. 

“You gonna come for me? Gonna come on my cock like a good girl, hmm?” 

You whined, nodding furiously at his words while you panted into each others mouths. 

“Oscar, I'm gonna…” 

“Go on baby, let go for me” 

Your moans echoed in the room as the two of you came almost simultaneously, rutting into each other, desperately making up for lost time. 

As you lay there together afterwards, hands wandering, exploring each other's skin, you let out a small giggle. 

“What is it?” he asked softly, stroking over the tattoo on your hip. 

“I got the tattoo at the beginning of the week… and then you won your first race” 

You turned around to face him. 

“Maybe I should get more, you might win the championship” 

He chuckled, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. 

“More of my name on your body? Count me in” 

You laughed together and he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you in for a sweet kiss as you both drifted off to sleep. 

[glendasguidance]

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Full Moon in Cancer

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Here are some messages for you this full moon <3

spread: Biddy Tarot Full Moon spread // decks: Rider Waite tarot, Find Your Purpose by Jess Sanders

Pile 1 / Pile 2 / Pile 3

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Pile 1

What have you created and manifested since the new moon?

Ace of Swords - You've been realizing how much you don't allow yourself to think certain thoughts and speak your mind to the people around you. You've started speaking to yourself in an encouraging way, and that has been allowing you to gain clarity on your worth and value as a person, grow instead of hide yourself away, live in the present moment, communicate much better, create the life you want. This is new to you, so you kinda have Bambi legs right now, but that's okay. Don't be discouraged by your mistakes or anxieties, the more you consider your own opinions and use your voice, the more confident you will feel. Also, be smart about speaking truth to power. People who have power over others often do not operate with fairness and justice in mind, and will punish people that question it or their choices. Which isn't fair. And I'm not going to enable that behavior by telling you "that's just how the world works" - what I'm telling you is to think before you act on an impulse. If you realize it's not safe to act on your first desire, what is a way you can still achieve the same goal while protecting yourself? If you feel it's right to be confrontational, be prepared to handle reaction and backlash. Like the imagery on the card, think of these moments like sword fights - these are moments to be a samurai, not a novice. Let your friends help you.

Where are you now?

Judgement reversed - I believe there's been malicious gossip going around about you, and you've been sensing it. You probably realized when the people you get along with the best have been distancing themselves from you, and not acting as friendly with you as they normally do. I'm sensing more strongly with this pile that you may be receiving a lot of blame from a group you're in (family, a friend group, work, volunteer group, etc). And that it's a reaction to you attempting to hold someone accountable for hurting you or others, or enforce the agreed upon guidelines. Whatever it is, it's unfair. You feel astonished by this wake up call. But, the shock of the ice cold truth of what these people's true colors are is giving you an opportunity to have something you've needed for a long time. A choice to make for yourself. I sense you've usually gone with what other people decide, feeling too anxious to make decisions or believing your role in life is to follow what the leaders (or men in general) tell you to do. Baby girl you are NOT a plastic bag drifting through the wind. What is in your own best interest? Following that isn't selfish, it's self preservation.

What is coming into your conscious awareness?

9 of Swords reversed - You've realized you've gotta let go of a lot of stress and stressful people. You can't live like this anymore. It's been hurting you. You were putting a looot on your plate that wasn't for you to take care of - it was other peoples' responsibility. You probably had kind intentions and just wanted to help, and it was very kind you did that. People took advantage of your innocence. You'll have a "fuck it, I'm done attitude. This is good because there's nothing for you to feel guilt or burdened by. Moving forward as you heal, reevaluate your needs, wants, and values in relationships. Don't list things that make relationships functional as the top things you're looking for. Trust, honesty, kindness, patience, etc aren't "high standards" (a bullshit phrase imo), they're foundational to every healthy relationship. First, learn or review how to recognize basic green flags in people, and then learn what traits you like and appreciate (humor, spontaneity vs planners, night owls vs morning birds, club goers or book worms, outdoorsy vs indoorsy, etc). Accept help and support from others at this time, you might be surprised at who helps you / is a safe person.

Quote Ask yourself what is really important and then have the courage to build your life around your answer. - Lee L. Jampolsky Affirmation I am guided by what I value most. Journal What are my top five values?

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Pile 2

What have you created and manifested since the new moon?

6 of Pentacles - Did you know that life can be good again? Probably not for a while. You've recently spent time around children or saw children playing and helping each other. This hit you with some sweet nostalgia, making you remember playing, being silly, and having fun - and how you could make any mundane moment playful, silly, and fun. You've realized you can still do that right now. Fun is always here, we just have to make it. And isn't it fun to make it? And yes, the world can be kind.

Where are you now?

3 of Cups - You're fuckin' live laugh loving your life - go you!! You're partying and being silly with your friends, going on adventures, and being a goofy goober. You're connecting with new friends, and making new friends along the way. If you don't currently have friends, this is your time to make them. You won't connect with everyone you meet, and that okay. The kind, safe, loving, fun friends you haven't met yet are waiting for you to come say hi.

What is coming into your conscious awareness?

Queen of Wands - This is how you become a badass, a boss ass bitch, slay queen pussy boss boots house down serving cunt. Just like with self love, how we learn we are lovable by being loved by others and accepting their affections, the same goes for confidence. I guess they’re one in the same really. When you have fun, and then others positively respond and have fun with you, it reinforces with you that you are good as you are and how wonderful your light is. It gives you protection from people who try to dim it - they can’t make you believe you should. So go make friends, and call up the ones you have. Making your own fun is empowering you to make your own life, and you’re growing into yourself. How exciting it is to find out what you’ll do, what you’ll make, and learn more about yourself. How magical it is to constantly discover goodness and kindness and love everywhere again. You are ever expansive and love is infinite. 🌌

Quote Just don't give up trying to do what you really want to do. Where there is love and inspiration, I don't think you can go wrong. - Ella Fitzgerald Affirmation I will experience challenges, but I will never let them stop me from doing what I love. Journal How have I been able to overcome challenges in the past?

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Pile 3

What have you created and manifested since the new moon?

Chariot reversed and 3 of Swords - You finally got the care you’ve needed, but it also comes with a significant life change, and that involves grief. I believe most of you got a new mobility aid. If not, then there’s something about a car, bike, or public transit. Because I got an image of a wheelchair very strongly in my head, I’m going to focus on mobility aids and disability moving forward in the reading. I’m sure all you’ve been wishing for has been freedom of movement. You seemed to have had a specific wish though, like for your disability to be gone. Instead, you got a mobility aid. To you, this feels like limitation and restriction. I’m not saying “you’re handicapable!” or that other “inspirational” crap able-bodied people say. What I am saying is that this mobility aid is your freedom of movement - maybe for sometimes, maybe forever. It is a blessing to have one at all. Think of all the kind inventors making stuff so people can be independent and live! How wonderful is that? But I’m know it’s hard to shift to gratitude when you’re grieving. Let yourself cry and be angry and feel it all. It’s hard realizing how vulnerable you are and how much care you need, especially if you’ve been neglected most of your life or created an identity around being hyper-individualistic. Do you have a fear that people won’t help you? That’s very real, many disabled people are treated like garbage, the world can be pretty inaccessible, and right now barely anyone gets a Ms. Rona booster (the least one can do if they refuse to wear a mask). So feel and write and paint and express all your feelings about it. It’s all real and valid. Other people could be dealing with receiving a mobility aid they were excited for, but it’s not working, and it’s difficult to get repairs or replacements. Others felt excited to finally get one, but are grieving an unexpected feeling of loss of freedom because of the change. Maybe your home isn’t accessible for you now. My advice is still the same.

Where are you now?

10 of Pentacles - You’ve started to get connected with disability support groups and disability justice groups. You’ve been learning how to use your mobility aid, how to do repairs, how to make your home accessible or find a place that is accessible, how to raise money and get financial support, how to get around town, and overall do what you need to do. You’re making connections with new wonderful people who make your life better than it was before. You’re learning what community is and what it means to have one. I feel like someone has shown you how to decorate your mobility aid so it’s more fun and ✨you✨. Get crafty! 🧶🎨🪡 You’re humbled by all the love you’re receiving just because you exist, that you don’t have to “earn” it. That’s how love has always worked, you just didn’t know yet.

What is coming into your conscious awareness?

5 of Swords reversed - You’re no longer engaging in battles that make 0 progress for your relationships, and only make you feel hurt and exhausted from the stress. You’re letting go of eugenist believes you’ve been taught to have, and drawing strict boundaries with eugenists / people with eugenist & ableist beliefs. You’re analyzing what you have have time for, what you have spoons for, and frankly you feel good cutting all that harmful crap out. You’re learning how precious your peace is, and that it’s worthy of protection, respect, and regard.

Quote Your purpose or passion or "thing" doesn't have to become your work. It doesn't have to be something you make money from. Sometimes the things we love doing need space to be what they are without having to make them into something formalized. - Dr. Rebecca Ray Affirmation I don't have to make money for it to matter. Journal What did I love doing as a child that I no longer make time for?

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[generalluxun]

To clarify the previous ask, I confess I have two main but extremely divergent versions on it which makes it hard to specifcy things in an ask XD

One would be: how would you handle a post S3 fic where Chloe basically had this realization:

Chloe: This has been the worst day ever and those stupid Kwami didn't even listen! Chloe (Thinks back to the Kwami and what they looked like & then remembers the "Keychain") Chloe: . . . MARINETTE!!!

IE the starting premise is "Post Miracle Queen Chloe realizes Marinette is Ladybug, how does she respond?"

Idea two starts with the premise that Chloe had the above realization but canon otherwise followed its tracks until at least post Queen Mayor.

So basically, "Post Queen Mayor Chloe has known Marinette is Ladybug for a long time and is about to be sent away with her mother or already has been. What does she do with this information to maybe change her circumstances?"

Sorry if that's still too broad ><

No this is much easier to work with.

For your first scenario, with all canon off the table post S3-

Chloé corners Marinette and demands a Miraculous. Not the Ladybug(having it after you? ew!) and not the Bee(That ship has sailed!) but she demands in her words 'A good one!' Without any support(Fu is gone) Marinette hems and haws and actually does cave. (she doesn't know what to do!) She picks the Rooster(sorry Marc, it's thematic)

Marinette wants to know if Chloe is going to help fight Hawkmoth.

Chloe: Help? Help! Marinette I'm not going to play with your little band of losers. I'm going to be the best hero there ever was!

Enter: Crevecoeur (actual French Breed, and the name is perfect)

We're throwing the whole 'Cat Noir neglect' arc RIGHT in the trash to make room for a new arc. We can instead have Cat Noir & Ladybug grow closer dealing with the new situation. That makes a better transition into a S5 love-square collapse into the final ship.

Instead the 'vigilante' arc is the main throughline of S4 (Alongside the Shadowmoth&new heroes)

Crevecour presents the heroes with unique challenges. She is a hero, but also competition. She doesn't fall in line, but she is still a *hero*. She's both very driven, but also gets into trouble. It's a great way to introduce kids to 'third party' dynamics, which is something ML lacks completely.

The Rooster is a very difficult miraculous for Chloe to utilize, but also a good one for her to have *if* she can. Chloe isn't stupid, but she is impulsive. She *can* be clever, but defaults to short cuts. The rooster gives her the power to have *anything she wants* ... ... ONCE.

So she has to fight against her instinct to 'Gimmie!' the first thing that enters her mind. She has to consider, and weigh what she WANTS vs what she NEEDS.

On the upside for Marinette the *in class* bullying drops. Chloe has a new focus. Who cares about a dinky little classroom when you're a real superhero 24/7?

Initially it's very much frustrations and comedies for all involved, but as it progresses a loose affiliation and some teamwork grows out of it. Chloe realizes that *not* being a dick in class gets more attention and interaction. She still may not like/mingle with the commoners but the antagonism diminishes sharply.

As a part of the finale can have her actually return the rooster to Ladybug 'for safe keeping' (perhaps she almost blabbed her ID while under Risk's influence)

Of course then they all get stolen, and THAT might send things in any number of ways :)

for #2

I think the key here is that despite *everything* else, Chloe never blabbed about Marinette's secret identity.

This doesn't mean she is 'secretly good'. It DOES however mean(especially once Marinette finds out she knew- preferably NOT through Chloe telling her) that Marinette now has to grapple(and the audience!) with the notion that Chloe does have *some* sort of principles in there.

She might have despised Ladybug, she might have wanted to take her down, but she never did it in a way that would even hint she knew the two were one person. She would *not* give away the secret identity. Who else other than Chloe would know just how 'sacred' secret identities have to be? Who else could think 'I'll show them I can keep a secret better than anyone!'

The actual chain of events post Marinette finding out in S6 that Chloe knew are very up in the air. You can take it in many directions. The core idea is that people are more than the faces we see them wear in public. For a show about Masks and identities ML doesn't touch on this very much. Most of the cast are simply 'themselves in PJs' when heroing.

Cat Noir was the starkest example of this, but they kind of flattened him out in that regard. Not that merging the two sides was bad, but we didn't really have a solid self-actualization style story beat to go with it. (I mean, we can't give our boy trapped in a tower with no autonomy having a self actualization moment)

I think an interesting dynamic might be that Marinette knows Chloé knows... but Chloe doesn't know Marinette knows she knows. This allows us to have Marinette be the person reshaping the dynamics on her own terms, giving our protagonist something active to do for once in her own plot 🤣

[isa-ghost]

God, it's no fucking wonder Ghosties get so defensive of him whenever people get too heated about his rp characters and stuff.

I've had plenty of spats with Ghosties who have gotten a bit too toxic about that kinda stuff (let's not even get into what Purgatory did to all of us Bolas & Soulfire watchers, or the current TRSMP stuff......). I'm sure even now I have some blocked and I just dr who on my blocklist is a Ghostie that maybe deserves a second chance. But Jesus Christ, ever since QSMP's fall from grace I've gained so much sympathy for Bad, and I understand why you guys get so vicious now. Even if I still condemn it and wish those who Do get way too mean would step back and realize they're mad about friends playing Minecraft.

Like I can be aggravated by the aggression without blaming y'all for it, if that makes sense? Some Ghosties do 100% need to chill the fuck out, but there are plenty of people who attack y'all and Bad to an unreasonably degree that also need to chill the fuck out too. I wish more people recognized it's a two way street, and realized where a lot of this defensiveness comes from. Bad and his community have put up with this kinda shit for going on 5 years, maybe even longer.

Even 1-2 years ago I was openly posting Bbh crit for a couple reasons, but I don't think I'd say I ever genuinely hated him? I'd like to think the crits were really fair of me, and even if things I've said have been emotionally charged, I've never said like. Fuck that guy, hope he dies, or whatever, y'know? It's always been genuine and nuanced at its core, as I try to be with all the discourse I weigh in on.

Like even during peak Purgatory when tensions between us Bolas watchers and Soulfire watchers (esp Ghosties, given Bbh did most of the work sending Bolas into manic hysteria) were UNBEARABLE and I was genuinely frustrated by things, I still didn't hate him. I actually have a post that TO THIS DAY gets notes thanking Bad for being a little shitgoblin the way he was because it gave us Bolas watchers such a weirdly special and chaotic thing that a lot of us still hold dear, even despite the boiling hatred we have for Purgatory and all the bullshit it caused as a whole.

And in the wake of everything between DSMP and QSMP, I don't think I could ever hate him now. Hearing things from Ghosties and even non-Ghosties is just solidifying that further. When the eggs were in and out of hiatus in 2024, and then Shade & Lumi left the team, I felt so fucking awful that Bad had to watch everyone else get their kids back while he had to "make do" with basically all the other eggs instead of his own (I know he was an honorary Richas parent and all that, but you get what I mean.) And then he lost Richas too. I'd argue he was the one holding out the hardest for QSMP to work itself out, and it just. Didn't. He got burnt by it all so fucking hard, I've felt terrible for him ever since.

I may not really watch him, and I may still get frustrated by his rp characters at times, but I don't hold anything against him. Especially because I see what a good person he is overall, and I've never forgotten how much shit he's had to put up with, even from some of my faves.

Bad puts his heart and soul into EVERYTHING he does, he has patience levels I couldn't even dream to have myself, and the lengths he goes for people he cares about are astronomical. And that's just what we know he's done, while everything he's done behind the scenes is implied. I think sometimes he's straight up too nice and forgiving for his own good, but that takes strength in itself in a way.

As he moves further and further away from the Dteam, I feel much more confident in standing up for him (the association was the main reason I've kept my distance). Same goes for the Ghosties who are cool and capable of talking about tension in a civil way.

So long as y'all are chill like that, I have your backs. I totally understand why you guys can get so prickly, and to a certain degree you guys deserve to be.

I wouldn't call myself a Ghostie exactly but I've been around since 2020 and I think we need to talk in detail about how Bad has been legitimately used and abused by the Dr*m Team. Especially now that he's making more noticeable moves to get the hell away from them.

Given I'm just on the outskirts of his community, my only starting points are their weird obsession with constantly threatening and joking about harming his dog (like during Jackboxes back in the day), and giving him 0 credit or acknowledgement for hosting the DSMP server.

But there is so so so so so so much more and I want this post to be a sounding board for the hardcore Ghosties who are sick of watching their guy get treated like shit constantly.

Go ahead and use this post to air them out, guys.

[canonizzyhours]

Something that always strikes me rewatching OFMD season 2 is that Auntie's so clearly set up as a foil for Izzy, but I think it's supposed to be in a way that reflects well on Izzy, and this COMPLETELY backfired for me (as someone who went into the season expecting him to be redeemed & being fine with the idea!).

I think Auntie's meant to set up the father figure interpretation of Izzy by having a relationship to Zheng that's clearly similar to the Ed-Izzy relationship while also being much more obviously parental. She scolds Zheng for having fun instead of focusing on her career goals, she disapproves of Zheng's budding love for Olu who she thinks isn't good enough for her, and while it's hard on Zheng it's also all clearly coming from a place of love. So I assume you're supposed to look and this and think, if I can see Auntie sympathetically, maybe I should consider whether Izzy too is ultimately coming from a place of genuine parental-type love toward Ed.

But the thing is Auntie works as a sympathetic character BECAUSE of how nothing she ever does toward Zheng is even a fraction as horrible as the way Izzy treats Ed. She speaks harshly to her but never veers into verbal abuse, she never seems to be deliberately triggering Zheng's trauma or deliberately encouraging her to view herself as a monster who neither needs nor deserves love, she never tries to straight up murder Olu as Zheng watches in helpless terror, she never actively betrays Zheng to the navy while telling her this is for her own good. And Auntie never for one moment comes across as though she'd even be capable of any of that, either. Because she actually does care about Zheng!

So it comes across to me - and I know it's unintentional - but it comes across like Auntie's presence in the story is saying to me, "this is what a relationship like Ed & Izzy's would look like it were ACTUALLY based in genuine love and loyalty. This is how Izzy would treat Ed if he actually did care about him." Izzy's behavior reads as WAY more abusive when we have a counterexample right there! It just makes it feel much more obvious that Izzy's not motivated by anything like even actual concern for Ed's well-being (even if misguided concern), the way Auntie is toward Zheng, but by the fact that keeping Ed trapped in the Blackbeard role even if it's killing him benefits Izzy. (And we're told that explicitly, while there's never really any suggestion that the reason Auntie's overinvested in Zheng's career is because of the ways she personally benefits from it.) If Auntie's here showing us what an overly strict and demanding but ultimately loving surrogate parent acts like, then I can't help seeing Izzy in contrast as the kind of nightmare narcissist stage mom whose "love" is based on viewing their kid entirely as an extension of themself, and who didn't give a shit about their kid's OBVIOUS SUICIDAL DEPRESSION until it started causing problems for them. And that honestly makes him WAY harder to forgive than back when I saw him as just a scheming henchman with a weird crush on his boss.

So basically at the end of season two I always feel like the show is asking me "If you can forgive Auntie for the ways she was too hard on Zheng, why can't you forgive Izzy for what he did to Ed?" and I am left replying "Well, you kind of just explained it, actually? I was kind of ready to forgive him until you talked me out of it?"

#436.

[hivemuthur]

What was that? - Ch. 2.

viktorxfemale!OFC mature! (for now, I will mark later chapters as explicit when the time comes

friends to lovers, co-workers, sexual tension up to the wazoo, pinning and banter that got me frustrated when I was writing it, attempt at humour, some angst and a slow burn with a happy ending and a classic Viktor for once

Ch.1. | Ch.3. | Ch.4. | Ch.5. | Ch.6 | Ch.7. | Ch.8. | Ch.9. | Ch.10. | Ch.11. | Ch.12. | Ch.13. | Ch.14. | Ch.15.

word count: 3,4K

tag: #what was that

summary: Renly's absent from work, presumably dealing with the aftermath of her break-up, while Jayce and Viktor try to figure out how to make themselves useful. Obviously, Viktor fails, and only Jayce proves useful.

author’s note: Beta reader: @rennethen. This is an expository chapter, but the feels are there.

Cross-posted on AO3

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“Do you know when she will come back?” Jayce shouted over the workbench, where Viktor was currently cutting metal parts for a cast brace, sprinkling sparks around and making insufferable noise.

“I believe she will do as she pleases,” he responded, voice slightly louder over the cutting machine humming down. “But initially, I think we should give her some time,” Viktor said, putting down the metal saw. “It wasn’t pretty, Jayce,” he finally added seeing a pending expression on his friend’s face.

Jayce leaned against the workbench, tapping his fingers rhythmically against the surface. "So, he was after Hextech all this time, eh? Ah, I should have been there,” he lost himself in thought for a second, his expression changing into one of anger.

„A punch would do him good." He straightened, mimicking an exaggerated swing with his fist. "Why didn’t you whack him?"

Viktor paused his work, one brow arching as he glanced up at Jayce. “Violence is not my forte, though I admit, it wouldn’t be out of place.”

Jayce smirked, though his shoulders remained tense. “That bad? What exactly happened?”

Setting his tools down with deliberate care, Viktor leaned lightly on his cane. His expression didn’t shift, but there was a sharpness in his voice. “Not much. He came upset, fabricated a lot of accusations to make her feel small, which, as you know, is very difficult even for someone of a bright mind… not to mention someone… well, like John.”

Jayce let out a low whistle, shaking his head. “Well… did you tell her that? Do you think we should visit?”

Viktor tilted his head, an almost imperceptible sigh slipping through his lips. “That is not my forte either, Jayce.”

Jayce folded his arms, raising an eyebrow. “What is your forte then, Viktor?”

Viktor’s lips twitched into the ghost of a smirk as he adjusted the collar of his vest. “I like to think of myself as an anchor you emotional fools can come back to when needed. A constant secure structure for your safety and stability.”

Jayce chuckled, a low, warm sound that filled the quiet of the lab. “You are not as constant as you would like to be either, my friend.”

Viktor narrowed his eyes, his voice carrying a playful edge. “Is that so?”

Jayce didn’t answer directly, instead offering a smile that was half-teasing, half-knowing. Viktor’s gaze lingered on him for a moment before returning to his work.

The silence stretched, comfortable but charged, until Viktor broke it. “On a happier note, I hope, how are things progressing with the beautiful councillor?” It was a private joke now, how both Viktor and Renly always inserted the word beautiful when mentioning Mel.

Jayce brightened, leaning back against the workbench with a lopsided grin. “Good, I think.” He rubbed the back of his neck, his grin faltering slightly as his expression softened. “She’s not what we thought at the beginning. There’s more to her than she lets on. And it’s… impressive and… exciting.”

Viktor’s gaze sharpened; his expression thoughtful. “I think I know the type.”

Jayce frowned slightly, tilting his head. “Viktor?”

“That is all I have to say on that matter,” Viktor replied smoothly, his tone deliberately light as he turned back to his tools.

Jayce didn’t press further, though his curiosity lingered. Instead, he pushed off the workbench and stretched. “Alright. I think I’m going to go and see Renly. Remind her that some men are decent.”

Viktor raised a sceptical brow. “And the shining example would be… you?”

Jayce’s lips curved into the faintest smirk, his golden-brown eyes flicking toward his friend with measured patience. “Of course not, but...,” he said in a draughty tone.

„But I thought I might dangle a picture of you in front of her nose and see if that would lure her back in.”

The suggestion made Viktor pause, one hand stilling on the wrench he’d been adjusting. He turned slightly; his brow furrowed as he adjusted the weight of his cane. “And what was that you were trying to do? Make her come back or ignite a need to see the world and never set foot in this lab again?” he let out with a tiny bit of relief, that he was able to produce a quick, dismissive comeback.

Jayce laughed, loud and hearty, the sound bouncing off the walls of the now quiet lab. Viktor winced faintly at the volume, though he didn’t comment. He clapped Viktor on the shoulder—a habit that Viktor found equal parts endearing and irritating. “Oh, Viktor, you poor, oblivious soul. So cunning, so smart, yet... so blind.”

Viktor’s head tilted just slightly, his sharp gaze narrowing in a way that made him seem even more inquisitive. “Blind to what, exactly?” His tone was measured, deliberately devoid of emotion, but the faint crease in his forehead betrayed his curiosity.

Jayce leaned in closer, lowering his voice as though preparing to divulge a great secret. “Blind to the fact that the one thing you fear the most has already happened.”

The air between them stilled, the weight of Jayce’s words lingering like the ghost of static electricity in the lab. Viktor straightened, his posture rigid, but his fingers fidgeted slightly with the edge of his vest pocket.

“I’m certain your dramatics have a point, Jayce. Why not get to it?” Viktor finally said, his voice tight.

Jayce shook his head, a small, knowing smile tugging at his lips. “Oh, it’s not a riddle, my friend. You’re just refusing to see the answer staring you in the face.”

For a brief moment, Viktor considered deflecting again—perhaps retreating into his work or changing the subject altogether—but instead, he adjusted his stance, leaning slightly onto his cane. “And what is this supposed answer?”

Jayce tilted his head, meeting Viktor’s gaze with a rare softness. “That this situation might prove itself advantageous to you?” he said, still in the mood to play around. Yet, his friend’s eyes, already glaring daggers in his direction caused him to back down. “You care, Viktor. More than you’re willing to admit. About Renly.”

Viktor’s breath hitched, so faintly it was nearly imperceptible, and he cast his eyes downward, toward the intricate lines of the wrench in his hands. “Caring for colleagues is hardly unusual,” he said carefully, his voice deliberately measured, as if trying to convince himself as much as Jayce.

Jayce chuckled. “Caring for colleagues doesn’t make you remember every word they say, or somehow predict their outrageous schedule with uncanny accuracy or…” He gestured vaguely, grinning. “...make you glare daggers at anyone who suggested what I just did or flirts with them.”

Viktor opened his mouth to respond, but no words came. His grip on the wrench tightened ever so slightly.

Jayce took a step back, his grin widening. “Just something to think about.”

With that, Jayce turned on his heel and walked toward the door, leaving Viktor alone in the now-still lab. Viktor remained frozen, his mind a quiet storm of rational arguments and irrational emotions.

His gaze drifted, settling on the corner of the room Renly used when she worked. The faintest ghost of her voice seemed to linger there; her laughter embedded in the walls like a soft echo. He scolded himself silently. Jayce’s words were nonsense, after all. They had to be.

***

Renly was feeling better. She even had her first meal in three days today. She was also contemplating taking a shower, though thinking about anything else felt easier than focusing on self-care—like why she hadn’t noticed John’s motives, or what it was within her that needed to change desperately so this situation would never happen again. Of course, she contemplated forsaking men altogether. For about two days, she was dead set on it. But then she thought of people like Jayce, Ekko, and Professor Heimerdinger, deciding it wasn’t entirely fair. Though, admittedly, including Heimerdinger in the 'men' category felt a bit strange.

She also thought about John though, which made this internal battle very hard. At first, she allowed herself to reminisce about the good parts of him—only to pivot moments later, plotting how to secure him a prime spot in hell.

Shame dominated her feelings—she had let herself be played, all because she hadn’t been paying attention. And recognizing her own guilt within it was the bitter pill to swallow. John, sadly, had been right—she had been dismissive. She had let him pursue her because it felt validating. He showered her with love and affection from the day one and she just dipped her toes in it, never submerged fully. He was her escape, her distraction. And truthfully, all those invitations she mentioned during the fight – they were a lie. She hadn’t actually invited him; she had just let him linger around her. So, upon reflection, she was stupid to not suspect anything when he stuck around, kept offering himself without getting anything in return. Of course, he wanted something else.

Her thoughts often wandered to Viktor—more than once, perhaps three times, perhaps more. She caught herself imagining him, quietly disappearing into his lab during her quarrel with John. What Viktor must think of her now—she didn’t even want to imagine.

She analysed his behaviour over the past few weeks, trying to determine if anything had changed. Perhaps he’d been in the lab more often lately—but then again, they both worked so much that it was hard to tell. Had he been unusually patient with her? There had been something unspoken in the way he looked at her the last time they spoke. Or perhaps she was imagining things—twisting fleeting moments into meanings that weren’t there.

And then she thought of the sound he had made under her touch. How flustered he’d seemed. Or had he just been embarrassed? She was definitely imagining things. She couldn’t stop her thoughts from drifting, and so she sat on the windowsill of her small apartment, reliving the moment when her fingers had made Viktor’s cheeks flush. She wondered what else might draw that sound from him. It was so pretty.

Her fantasy was interrupted by the sharp ring of the doorbell. Gods, get a hold of yourself, woman.

She opened the door without checking who it was first and immediately felt mortified when she saw Jayce’s relieved face.

"It will forever be on my list of life failures, to open a door for you in the sorry state I’m in right now." She stood awkwardly, arms crossed, posture slightly slumped, her gaze lingering on the doorway as she moved aside to let him in.

"I’ve seen worse, and over smaller disasters," came the smirk, followed by a raised eyebrow. "So if I were you, I’d reserve a precious spot on your list for something that actually counts." Leaning casually against the doorframe, his hands slid into his pockets, the grin tugging at the corner of his lips. He did regard Renly’s sorry state though and had to admit that it was the first time she presented herself so sadly. Dark circles under her eyes, face slightly red, she clearly had been crying not long ago. Also, had she lost some weight?

“Have you been eating?” Jayce broke his role for a moment to show true concern.

"I am not dying, Jayce Tallis!" She rolled her eyes with a small laugh, her voice light yet carrying a hint of exhaustion. „I’m just a bit... down.” Renly let the silence fall between them, though not for very long.

"Well then, welcome to my lair of doom. Make yourself at home. What can I do for you?" She gestured toward the cluttered apartment with a vague, resigned motion, her tone soft but weary.

"You can tell me what I can do for you." He stepped inside, eyes scanning the room with an amused yet curious look. "Also, Viktor says hi." He shrugged off his jacket with a relaxed gesture, tossing it carelessly over the back of a nearby chair. His casualness returned, matching his usual demeanour.

"Is that really what Viktor says: ‘hi’?”, she almost laughed, but the truth was, the mention of Viktor made her feel uncomfortable, given what she had been thinking about just minutes ago. “He reached out to you and said: ‘Say hi to Renly from me?’" She raised an eyebrow, her lips quirking into a playful yet sceptical smile, folding her arms tightly across her chest as she leaned against the doorframe.

"Well… no." He hesitated, a brief pause in his words before continuing, his voice softening. "But he was worried about you."

He took a small step forward, eyes meeting hers, the teasing tone giving way to something more sincere. His gaze lingered, offering a silent acknowledgment of her being very brave in that moment, facing Jayce at what he thought was her worst.

"I’m sure he is," she let out a half-sigh, half-laugh, shifting as she paced a little, shaking her head. "That can only mean you two talked about me, and what’s much worse, about what happened, and decided an intervention was needed?" She stopped mid-step, her gaze narrowing slightly, arms still folded. Her expression was a mix of exasperation and amusement as she looked him over.

"It’s not an intervention, it’s a peace offering." With a sly grin, he reached into his jacket and pulled out a small bag, dramatically presenting her favourite chocolate with a bow and an exaggerated flourish.

"I, Jayce Tallis, of House Tallis, bid myself to apologize in the name of men and commit to this case until you, Reynard Huxley of Zaun, reconsider forsaking all representatives of the male species." He held the chocolate up like a knight offering a token of peace, his expression absurdly proud.

"I’ve been there two days ago," she chuckled softly, as she plucked the gift from Jayce’s hands. "Now I’m thinking I could give you and Viktor a pass. And maybe Heimerdinger." She raised an eyebrow, as this was still the subject of an internal debate she had been having earlier.

"He counts as men?" His voice dropped into a teasing tone as he tilted his head slightly, genuinely curious.

"You know, I haven’t figured it out myself either," she shrugged nonchalantly, as she as she beckoned Jayce into her kitchen, chocolate already being consumed.

 In the span of about two hours, she told Jayce about her week of grieving and denying reality, adding that she was close to fine now, each time his expression grew weary. He did his best to make her feel better about herself, even though some of the things he said, she knew were not true. For example, that it wasn’t her fault at all.

When the topic exhausted itself, Jayce took a stroll around her living room, admiring all the dinky lights she had put up to avoid the greater evil – The Big Light. They joked about the times they studied together and drank illegal amounts of coffee in her tiny kitchen.

“So…,” he started, she knew the question looming behind this entry. “Are we going to see you at work anytime soon, you think?”

“Ah, yes, that,” she sighed. It really wasn’t about getting her life back; she was starting to miss it. She also had a massive backlog of ideas built up. But the thought of Viktor giving her a lecture on how she had endangered the lives’ work of her friends had been making her sick for a few days now.

“I’m worried Viktor is cross with me,” she said, her voice tinged with expectation .

“That’s what you are worried about?” Jayce laughed at her. He outright laughed at her. "I’m sure he misses you. I almost managed to choke it out of him the other day."

“Now that, I will never believe,” she allowed herself a chuckle. "But really, don’t you think it was a little too close?"

"Eh, maybe. We’ll just be more careful in the future, is all." Jayce gave her a reassuring smile.

"How? Am I to be assisted by a chaperone on my future dates now?" Renly raised her eyebrows, amused by the thought of Jayce and Viktor interviewing her potential future love interests.

“Aha!” he exclaimed. "If you’re already thinking about future dates, it means you’re going to be all right."

 She caressed the soft blanket hanging over her sofa chair. “You know, it’s either that or I finally get a cat.”

"And what will this poor cat do when you spend three nights in a row at work?" Jayce retorted, returning to the argument he always used whenever Renly mentioned the cat.

"Well, maybe I’ll take it with me? I’m sure a cat would be thrilled by all the things to break in the lab," a playful challenge in her voice.

"Oh, now you’re just trying to win the bet. This is not fair play; I will not allow it!" Jayce jumped up from his seat, referring to a bet they made a while ago: would Viktor ever truly lose it over something.

She let Jayce out late in the evening, thanking him and making a promise she would do her best to show up at the lab the following day. His visit did actually help. Well, now she had to have that shower.

***

The hum of the lab was the only sound, a constant presence that had almost become a part of him. Viktor glanced over the hextech notes, a delicate shift of gears and power running through his hands, yet his focus drifted, lost in the mechanical precision of his work. It wasn’t that the project was any less important—on the contrary, it was more critical than ever—but the silence of the room felt oppressive in ways it hadn’t before.

He couldn’t remember the last time he’d worked without hearing the familiar background of a song—something light-hearted and silly, something that made the walls of his lab feel less like a tomb. It had been almost a week now, hadn't it? The thought crept in without warning, lingering like an uncomfortable itch. He hadn’t realized it at first, but now the stillness felt sharper, colder. Renly’s absence was like a subtle ache in his chest, one that he tried to ignore but couldn’t shake.

He glanced over at the radio on the counter, its dusty dial untouched for days. A soft sigh escaped him before he could stop it. He didn’t want to admit it—didn’t want to face the fact that her absence had carved an unexpected emptiness in him. But the silence was too much. It was too heavy.

With a brief motion, Viktor turned the dial. The static buzzed, then the soft crackle of a late-night radio song started playing. He hadn’t asked for it, hadn’t asked for any of it, but the song was there, filling the room with its slow paced, almost mocking familiarity. It was as if Renly herself had been there, humming along. He felt a strange lump in his throat, and for a fleeting moment, he allowed himself to close his eyes, leaning against the counter.

His fingers tightened slightly on the edge of the lab table, but he couldn’t stop the small, frustrated sigh that slipped through. It was easier, wasn’t it? To keep himself busy with work, to bury the longing under layers of equations and experiments. Easier than admitting to himself how much he missed the interruptions, the banter, the warmth she brought into this cold place.

Renly had made everything feel less clinical, less sterile. She had forced him to confront the things he preferred to ignore, and in some twisted way, she had made him feel alive in ways he hadn’t realized he was missing.

He stood there, eyes closed, letting the song play out. It wasn’t just the singing he missed, it was all the weird sounds and expressions she made, her easy presence in the lab, the way she seemed to exist in the chaos he created without ever being overwhelmed by it. Her absence wasn’t just silence. It was a reminder of everything he couldn’t fix, everything he couldn’t change.

When the song ended, he didn’t turn the radio off. Instead, he stood still for a moment longer, staring at the machinery in front of him, as though it could offer him answers. But of course, it didn’t. He knew it wouldn’t.

“Get back to work,” he muttered to himself desperate for distraction, shaking his head as he turned back to the machine, the faint strains of the next song filling the space around him.

[morawcrumb]

I thought of some silly AU thing idea bc i got inspired by a convo with my friend!

so basically its just an au where Julian is a robot! its kinda dumb but i’m proud of it bc its the first time i actually drew a ref for a TOHC AU idea (Julian only for now…the idea is still being thought of…)

I wrote my ideas in a doc so i wouldn’t forget so if you see many typo’s i apologize

RoBOT!julian AU

OK so in this AU julian’s great grandfather was a famous inventor (/ref)and a hypnotist and his grandchild ran away from home and came to him. Sadly little did he know julian got sicky sick ill and sadly couldnt make it (:((() so in tribute he made a robot just likehim (hmmmm reminds me kinda like astro /hj) and he was suppose to be an entertainer just like a hypnotist, but since great grandpapa was ill too he also died so to give him to a safe place he gave these stagehands (omg i wonder who the stage hands are JK its laeticia and the others) custody for him and so he was used for cleaning. (He’s hydrophobic??? Mayb bc ykkk that two episode) anyway after the polar bear incident he had to get repaired but suddenly woke up at the eiffel tower!! In a closet, (apparenlt after the accident they gave him to someone else aka Mr. Chourinard which was skeptical at first but accepted him to also be a janitor)

Julian’s childhood is the same but the only thing changed is that he died and then got made into a robot

Kinda like astro? The first part at least

He meets coco the same way but coco is shell shocked that hes a talking working robot

He still has those ghost of the eiffel powers aswell

Bc since his great grandfather was also a hypnotist he hypnotized all of paris.

I might possibly change some things bc some leave to questional things where i don’t have answers to!

[buttercupshands]

(Forgot to post again)

A birthday present for a friend :)

[realbeefman]

stacy is sooo interesting because she's in love with house but knows that they will never ever be able to have a healthy, stable, sane relationship because they're too similar so. she finds house-lite instead and marries him and. essentially moves on with her life! and is successful in this because she's a moderately well-adjusted person!

wilson, in contrast, never manages to escape the inevitable, in spite of his best efforts to find a house-lite of his very own, because he's an absolute fucking freak and ends up glued to house to the bitter. bitter end

[spacecrows]

slightly late for work, vivdly remember i put my adhd meds in A Special Place last night so i Don't Forget to take them before work (usually work from home but leaving the house today) (higher stakes) but now i can't find them (should have seen this coming) but that's okay that's cool i have a bottle of backup meds in one of my bags (i know myself) except i can't find it in any of my bags but not to worry! i have a second bottle of backup backup meds in a cabinet for dire situations like this (i know myself) but ah. by talos this can't be happening

[pallases]

IM FREEEEEE

[crossbackpoke-check]

it’s all the rest of what i want with you

connor dewar/brandon duhaime :: 8k

Summary:

“Brandon,” Connor says with a sigh. “There’s no baby in there.”

“Not yet,” Brandon says. Connor feels his stomach twist, almost like what he would imagine a baby kicking to feel like.

in these trying times of dewvorce, may i offer you 8k of pwp inspired by @stillfertile’s wonderful art which i had. several breakdowns about 🫶 anyway please enjoy!!!

[bmpmp3]

post ankle-twisting clarity

[jrueships]

guess whos not going in at all this week, actually