#i spiralled

[dareduffie]

arthureames university au.

they live in dorms. they are roommates. arthur wants to graduate summa cum laude. eames wants to have sex with his roommate. these are both very difficult goals to achieve.

eames is majoring in anthropology and minoring in sociology

all of his electives are languages

arthur is majoring in something awful like finance or business

or perhaps Computer Information Systems which is apparently something that exists

arthur assumes eames is a slacker because he's always lounging around their dorm but eames has a 4.0 gpa

eames assumes lots of things about arthur every single day and he tells arthur about each and every one of them

which is annoying not only because it's hard to study with eames yapping in his ear but also because eames is always correct

eames makes it a personal goal to sleep with arthur before arthur graduates (he is set to graduate two years early)

arthur of course decides to kiss eames the moment his commencement ceremony is over

but really. the guy was taking like 8 courses a semester. how was he supposed to have a sex life in those conditions

arthur liked eames from day 1 but he actively chose not to because if he started sleeping with his roommate he would never get anything done

eames meanwhile flirts with arthur for an entire semester before realizing he genuinely has a crush on the guy

shortly after moving in with each other, eames makes some off-hand reference to some obscure art movement, effortlessly and correctly relating it to a book he read recently

arthur nearly breaks his pencil from the strain of not walking over, sitting on eames' lap, and tearing his clothes off

eames thinks arthur hates him but the truth is that arthur is shoving his feelings down so hard that the man is vibrating on a constant basis

[imasexypotato]

Here's part 2 to the Isekai Historical Romance Clegan Fanfic:

Gale gapes as he watches the prince sitting next to him. He must look like a fish with his mouth open so wide. Gale snaps his mouth shut the moment he hears the prince chuckle.

"Your highness, what are you doing here?" Gale asks as he looks around the room. What is He doing here? What is Gale doing here? Where is here?

Gale takes in the room around him. It's big, everything in here is huge. The bed he lies on makes him feel small. The windows on the right side of the room stretch from the ground to the ceiling, and behind flowing curtains, Gale can see a balcony.

A table at the other end of the room with scrolls and books stacked high on top. It looks messy. Behind it, a bookshelf filled to the brim with books stands tall.

This room isn't as crammed with shiny objects as the throne room had been. This room looks used, and lived in. It feels cosy in a way. It's almost peaceful. Gale looks around some more, taking in his surroundings.

He stops when he hears a cough next to him.

He whips his head back to the prince embarrassingly fast. He feels his cheeks heat up as he looks at him.

The prince has a sly smile plastered across his handsome face. Gale shivers under his dark gaze. There's a glint in his eyes that Gale can't quite place.

"It would seem your mind likes to wonder off quite frequently." He says as he stands from his chair. Gale looks up as the prince towers over him.

He's huge.

Well, not huge. He can't be that much taller than Gale himself. But as he takes in the prince's physique, he can't help but let his eyes wonder.

The prince is in excellent shape. His firm and well-defined muscles can be seen outlined by his outfit.

He must have grown up training with the royal guards. Gale takes him in, and thinks, the man before him is the embodiment of what a king should look like. Tall, strong, regal.

He wouldn't be surprised if the lords and ladies at court bent at his whim. A smile from him would surely make the nobility swoon. His future consort was sure to be a lucky noble. Gale's brain finally catches up to him.

Consort.

That would be.....him.

In the near future at least. Gale frowns.

"...and so, I climbed up through the-" Gale cuts the prince off without much thought.

"Your highness, I need to-" "John" the prince cuts him off. Gale looks up at him. "I'm sorry?" He says as the prince takes a seat on the bed, his thigh grazing against Gale's covered leg.

"You are to be my betrothed, you may call me John. Or Bucky, in private, I truly don't mind." He says as he smiles at him. Gale looks at him for a moment. He shakes his head.

"Your highness works just fine, my prince. Also, there is something I must discuss with you. This whole betrothal and marriage arrangement was completely-" The prince lifts his hand to Gale's face.

He can't help but flinch back. He feels a warm hand move a strand of hair away from his face.

"You have no idea how long I've waited to meet you, my dear. You're a hard person to find you know?" The prince watches him intently.

He keeps his hand on Gale's face, gently caressing his cheek. Gale could lose himself in those eyes.

"I'm Gale." He says without thinking. The princes falters in his ministrations. He slides his hand down Gale's cheek, landing on his neck.

"I know." He says as he runs his fingers along the younger man's tender neck. Gale feels his breathe hitch. He grabs the prince's wrist. He keeps his hand there. He doesn't know what to do.

The prince watches him. He seems to be gauging for a reaction. He sighs as he pulls away. Whatever it is he's looking for, he doesn't seem to find it in Gale's face.

"I shouldn't be here, you and I aren't to be introduced for another week. I heard you had collapsed in the throne room. You gave my father quite the fright." The prince admits as he looks around the room.

That's right. He'd fainted in front of the king. How embarrassing. Then he freezes. He looks around. Where is his mother? He can feel himself start to panic.

He turns back to the prince, about to demand and answer from him, but the Prince holds up a hand.

"Your mother is fine. Worried sick about you. She's resting in one of the guest rooms. A medic is with her, you needn't worry." He says.

Gale feels himself relax as he leans into the fluffy pillows behind him. She was alright. That's all that mattered.

"Once I knew where they'd hidden you away, it was easy enough to sneak in." He says lightly. Gale gapes at him.

"You snuck in?" The other man simply nods as he point towards the balcony. Gale looks out and turns back to the prince, giving him an odd look.

"Did you climb up the walls?" He asks in confusion. How preposterous.

The thought of the young prince climbing up the side of the palace walls to get a glimpse of him makes him shake his head.

The prince nods once more. Gale looks at him as though he'd grown a second head. He pulls the blankets off himself suddenly.

He hears the prince's indignant 'uhmfp' as they land on him. Gale ignores him as he jumps out of bed and makes his way to said balcony.

Gale opens the glass doors and steps out onto the balcony. He walks up and peers over the edge.

He gasps. They're three stories up from the palace grounds.

"Are you out of your mind? What if you had lost your grip? Or slipped? You would have plummeted to your death!" He says as he turns to speak to Prince John.

He's met with a sturdy chest in front of him. He takes a step back. He hadn't heard the prince sneak up on him.

He must be light on his feet.

Prince John smiles down at him as he moves to stand next to him. He looks over the edge and grins.

"It's not that bad. I'm quite agile, you know." He says, almost proudly. Gale shakes his head in astonishment.

"You're not a cat, John" he says. The prince turns to him in surprise. Gale tilts his head in confusion. A wide grin spreads across the princes face.

"You called me John just now." He states. Gale frowns. " I apologise you high-" "I like it." The prince interrupts him again. He does that a lot.

"Now call me Bucky." He all but demands. Gale shakes his head. The prince grabs at his face once more. He crowds Gale up against the balcony railing.

Gale holds his breath. He can feel the prince's body press into his own. This close to one another, Gale would only have to shift a little and their lips would graze.

"Your highness, this is highly inappropriate, so if you would kindly move-" Prince John tilts his head back.

"Please." He whispers. Pactically begs.

Gale's mind goes blank. He had come all this way just to see him. He'd climbed up the palace walls for him.

And really, who was he to deny his prince? He closes his eyes for a moment. He feels the prince rub the tip of his nose against his own. It's endearing.

Before Gale can give in to the prince's request, heavy footsteps can be heard at the entrance of the room. They both turn in ath direction. The prince curses as he pulls away.

Gale looks up at the prince in confusion and then remembers what he had said. He had snuck in. He wasn't supposed to be here. The prince looks over the edge and turns to smile at Gale.

He grabs Gale's hand and pulls it up to his face. He places a tender kiss against his knuckles, his eyes never leaving Gale's. He let's go and steps back.

Gale watches as he places his hands on the railing. It's then that Gale realises what John is about to do.

"The next time we meet, I won't be so open, so...friendly. Don't take it to heart. It was nice meeting you, Gale." The prince winks at him before jumping over the railing and plummeting down.

Gale rushes over, fear clouding his judgement. He almost slips and falls down himself. He grabs the white railing tightly.

He looks around wildly. He breathes out a sigh of relief when he doesn't see a body splattered onto the palace grounds down below.

But it makes him wonder.

He peeks down. Prince John is nowhere to be found. Gale looks around but can't find him anywhere.

How had he done that? In less than a second, he'd jumped and disappeared from sight. Gale doesn't have time to ponder.

A loud scream behind him startles him.

His grip on the railing loosens as his body, following gravity's pull, lurches forward. He closes his eyes and hopes for the best.

Strong hands yank him back to safety. He falls to the ground. He sighs in relief. He opens his eyes and looks around himself. He has company, it would seem.

Three guards surround him, two at his feet, each clinging onto his ankles. And behind him, another guard trembles against him as he has his arms tightly wound around his waist. Gale blinks away a few stray tears.

He looks up and he sees a girl. Her hair is as blonde as his. Cleaner than his. She looks familiar somehow, but he knows he's never met her before.

She must be around his age. Taking in her outfit, Gale assumes she's a maid or a lady in waiting. She's the one that startled him with her scream.

"What where you thinking my lord?! Trying to jump from the balcony, you could have died!" The girl screeches.

Gale gawks at her in bewilderment. The guard under him sits up and glares at him. Gale looks at him in confusion.

"We leave you along for only a moment, and you try to fling yourself out the window, you must'a hit yer head while falling yesterday." The man says as he pats him on the head.

Gale shrinks into him, still processing the sudden situation he'd been faced with. The other guards release their grip on his legs. The first guard doesn't let go of his waist.

"Captain Biddick! Stop petting him! He's not a dog!" The girl stresses as she steps forward. She stretches out her hand, offering it to Gale. He stares at her hand, then looks back up at her. Where does he know her from?

"Ahem, you plannin' on sittin' in my lap all day, little lord? Not that I mind or anything, you're as light as a feather! Far better it for me to make a pretty boy such as yourself leave the comfort of my thi-."

"CURTIS BIDDICK."

The sudden scream makes the guard stop his rambling. He almost looks ashamed.

Almost.

The girl shakes her head and sighs.

"I beg for your forgiveness, my lord, Captain Biddick hasn't been educated on the proper manners he should use around nobility." She says as she throws another glare in his direction.

The man, Captain Biddick lets go of Gale's waist and raises his hands in mocking surrender.

Gale looks between the two and can't help but let out a chuckle. All eyes focus on him in an instant. Gale shakes his head. He grabs onto the girl's hand to pull himself up.

"There is no need to apologise, really." He says softly. He turns and helps the captain up. He smiles at him. Captain Biddick smiles back with a cheeky grin.

"Also, I think there's been a misunderstanding. I wasn't trying to jump off the balcony." He says as he turns to look at the girl once more.

She looks at him with a glint of skepticism in her eyes. He smiles and tries to reassure her.

"I'm telling the truth, I just....needed some fresh air. I was leaning on the railing, taking in the view. When I heard your scream, I was startled and my hand slipped." He says.

He doesn't mention the real reason he was on the balcony. If the prince wasn't supposed to be here, Gale wouldn't let anyone know.

"Your hand slipped." She says in disbelief.

"Yes. My name is Gale, by the way. It's nice to meet you all." He says as he looks at both the guards, captain Biddick and the girl.

That seems to make her straighten up. She takes a step back and gives a perfect curtsy.

"Of course, how rude of me. My name is Marjorie, my lord. I am to be your lady in waiting." She says. Not a maid then. A Lady.

"It's nice to make your acquaintance, Lady Marjorie." Gale answers politely. Lady Marjorie shakes her head and smiles.

"Please, behind closed doors, feel free to call me Marge, my lord." Gale nods. She points at the three guards next to them.

"These fine gentlemen are members of the royal guard. Benny DeMarco and John Brady. And you have already had the misfortune of meeting Captain Biddick." She says as she formally introduces them.

"It's nice to meet all of you, and please, Call me Gale, nobody has ever addressed me as a lord. Plus, I'm not even a Baron. That title still belongs to my father." Gale says.

They are all quiet of a moment. They look at eachother, silently communicating through their eyes.

Gale freezes.

Had he done something wrong? Marge seems like she wants to say something, but Captain Biddick speaks before her.

"Well aren't ya just an angel? Most nobles around here, walk with their head so far up their own asses , you'd think you're talking to the king himself in front of them." He blurts out happily.

"Curt!" Marge reprimands him once more.

Demarco steps forward and bows. Gale stops that immediately.

"No bowing, no curtsying, no... any of this. At least not unless necessary, please." It genuinely makes him uncomfortable.

DeMarco leans back and nods.

"The others call me DeMarco, you can do the same." He says as he shakes Gale's hand.

"And you can call me Brady! It's really nice to meet you, Gale." Brady says enthused. Gale shakes both their hands and smiles.

A hand wraps itself around his shoulders. He looks to the side and sees Curt's funny grin right next to him.

"You call me Curt from now on, Gale. Anything you need you let us know, yeah?" He says as he ruffles his hair again. Marge goes to tell him off again, but Gale shakes his head.

"So, why is it that you all suddenly barged into my room before?" He asks curiously. If he has still been asleep, the ruckus alone would've woken him up in an instant.

The cozy atmosphere suddenly disappears. Marge seems to pale, DeMarco and Brady look to Curt. Curt sighs and straightens up.

"You're being summoned by the Queen, Gale. Not good." Curt leans back and waits for Gale's reaction. He has none. Marge steps up.

"Is that a bad thing? I've spoken to the king already, I'm sure the Queen-." "The Queen isn't like the king Gale." Marge interrupts him. She paces around places her hand on her hips.

She has more influence at Court than anyone else. You need to be in her good graces!" Marge says, becoming more stressed by the minute. Gale tries to calm her down.

"I'm sure it'll be fine. She probably wants to talk about this engagement. That's good. I need to clear some things out with her as well. If anyone will hear me out, I'm sure it'll be her." Gale says confidently.

The looks the others give him make him falter.

Marge looks at him and squints. She sighs and nods. "Alright. We have less than an hour to get you ready."

Gale blinks.

"I am ready." He says.

They give him odd looks. Marge almost looks offended. DeMarco and Brady smile almost painfully. Curt full on laughs. Gale turns to him and raises a brow.

Curt shakes his head.

"Not tryin' to offend ya, Gale-io, but you can't meet the Queen looking like some type of forest rat." Marge gasps and frowns. Forest rat? He'd never heard that before.

"That's it! You have no business being in Gale's room, go wait outside, all of you." She says suddenly.

Curt laughs as he walks towards the bedroom door.

"We'll be waiting for you right outside Gale, take your time!" He says. Demarco and Brady Groan.

"Why do we have to leave? We didn't do anything..." Brady starts to protest as DeMarco drags him away.

"Out." Marge points to the door. Demarco nods a goodbye to Gale and leaves, closing the door behind them.

Marge sighs and relaxes. She turns to Gale and smiles.

"Now. To make you look presentable." She takes a step back and claps her hands twice. A side door, that Gale had assumed was a closet, burts open.

A bunch of maids pour in. Gale takes a step back. Where on earth did they come from? Had they been there this entire time? Had they seen him and the Prince? Marge can see the confusion on his face and smiles.

"The maids and butlers have secret corridors all around the palace, it helps them move around the palace grounds quickly and efficiently without bothering any of the nobles out there." She says as she nods towards the main hallway. Gale nods. Phew.

The maids bring in racks of clothes and a giant tub.

They all form into a line after setting everything down. They turn to him and Curtsy in creepy synchronisation.

Gale goes to tell them not to bow, but Marge grabs his arm and shakes her head. It would seem he wasn't aloud to speak to them as freely as he did with her and the others.

The maids leave, closing the secret door behind them. Gale looks at everything in the room.

"You are going to take a bath, and I'm going to pick an outfit that will make the Queen.....not chew you up upon meeting her." She says. Gale watches her for a moment. When she sees that he isn't moving she stops.

"What is it?" Gale feels embarrassed to say.

"I'm supposed to bathe with you just waltzing around?" He asks as though it's an obvious concern. Marge simply blinks at him. After a moment she starts to laugh.

"Oh Gale, you've been gone from High society for far too long. If it where up to them, the maids would have stayed and hand washed you themselves.

I sent them away because I knew you'd feel uncomfortable. Plus, I won't look." She says. Gale shivers at the thought of a bunch of probing hands touching him all over. He hates it.

"Thanks, I'll keep that in mind." Gale turns to take a bath and he hears her mutter something under her breath.

"What was that?" She spins towards him and smiles.

"They will have to change you though." She says. Gale looks at the clothes and then at her.

"I can change myself perfectly well." She thinks for a moment.

"I don't doubt that. I'll see what I can do, I'll try to convince them to let you change. And let them come in to fix any imperfections they may see, alright?" Gale nods.

"Thank you Marge, truly." He is grateful. She smiles.

"Take a bath, I'll be back soon." She leaves through the secret passage and Gale is left alone once more. He gets into the warm bathtub and sighs. He can finally sort out his thoughts.

He needs to find his mother and get out of here. He looks around the room. There are a few trinkets that catch his eyes. He could sell them off for some money.

There's sure to be medicine he can purchase in the city. As soon as he gets his hands on what he needs, he will take his mother and leave the kingdom. They'll go back home.

No.

Not home. They'll know to find them there. Gale frowns, where else can they go? He sighs in frustration and dips his head underwater.

Perhaps the Queen will listen to him and annul this ridiculous contract. Right now, it seems to be the only option. Gale hopes she'll listen to reason.

Both the King and the prince, however charming he may be, had refused to listen to him when it came to this engagement. He hopes the Queen is different.

The prince comes into his mind. Gale closes his eyes. He remembers his touch. On his cheek , on his neck. His lips on his knuckles. The feeling of his body pressed against his own. Gale shakes his head and stands up.

He towels himself down and looks at the clothes Marge had set on the bed for him. They look....fancy. Not at all like the clothes he's used to wearing. He touches the fabric and smiles. It's so soft.

He gets changed quickly. He looks in the mirror and nods. He looks presentable now , he hopes. Just as he puts on his boots, Marge comes back in. She smile and nods. A couple of maids trail behind her.

"They are going to fix your hair and straighten out your outfit." Marge sits down and watches them. The maids diligently get to work. They make Gale sit down.

One of them fixes his hair , while the other fiddles with the buttons on his vest. After a few minutes, they step back and curtsy. They turn to leave once Marge dismisses them.

Marge walks around him. Looking up and down. She grabs his shoulders and makes him stand up straight.

She comes back into view. Her eyebrows seem to crinkle for a moment. Then she nods.

"You look Perfect." She says happily.

Gale thanks her. They walk towards the door. Before she opens it, she turns to him.

"The Queen is, she can be..... difficult. But I'm sure that you'll charm her with your.....smile." She seems to be trying to convince herself as much as him. Gale nods. She nods back.

"I hope." She whispers. She opens the door, and Curt almost falls in. He'd been leaning on the door. Marge frowns at him. He just smiles. He whistles when he sees Gale.

"You clean up nice, Gale! The Queen is sure to love ya." He teases. Gale smiles.

"You look great Gale. Don't be nervous." Demarco tris to reassure him. Brady nods along, agreeing with him. He thanks them all. He steps out of the room.

He takes a moment to breathe. He turns to them and nods. They nod as they lead him towards his meeting.

Gale steels himself. He's got this. He can do this, he repeats this matta as they walk through the palace halls.

It's time to meet the Queen.

[kensatou]

acting strange on tumblr.com with the mutuals <3 | SEARCHING (2018)

[furiouskettle]

i still havent actually listened to TMA

[frogcroaks]

Never liked you anyway

[radioactive-boba]

Behold!!! He is here!!!! I further fucked up my sleep schedule to get photos in natural lighting to show all the pretty details. Im so happy its done, i love him sm!!!! He sucked the soul straight out of my mortal body!!!!!!

[cedriiii]

that one dynamic meme

[souporsaladnatural]

Amazon Prime: well, the contract seems to be in order. so tell us again why you want this new season of Supernatural to be rated mature

Jensen Ackles writing the 45 minute long destiel reunion explicit gay sex scene in his mind where he gets thrown against several walls, held down, and choked: uh. i think dean should swear

[inkskinned]

you said you were stuck in a time loop, which was fine. i feel like late-stage capitalism has us all in a time loop, ammiright? you came barging in at 5:33. in the morning. i hadn't even processed the idea of coffee.

but you had this look of utter panic in your eyes. terror like the ocean. you grabbed my cheeks. im in a time loop.

i don't know why in movies the first reaction is to deny it. when someone is panicking like that, it's not appropriate to ask them to calm down. it didn't matter if i believed it, what mattered was that you believed it so much that it was consuming you.

so here we are. i pour you some of the dark roast. "you look like utter and entire hell," i say.

you push your fingers into your eyes. "you always say that."

i try to think of something funny to say that i wouldn't have said on previous time loops, but jokes don't land without the proper timing (lol). "remind me to think -"

"-yeah, of a joke that only works in the future. and before you say anything, i know you're pissed i just stole your punchline." you bolt the coffee, which is wild. it's very hot. you don't seem to notice.

i blow on mine to cool it down. i both am very pissed at you and also i can't see you in this amount of panic without wanting to help. but i'm also not really sure what we are, not since i saw you kiss her like that, no offense. it just was like, kind of rude when you knew i liked you.

and besides. i'm just like, barely a person. i write omegaverse fanfiction. i love the concept of a time loop, but what the fuck am i gonna do? send an alpha in there? i open my mouth.

you point at me. "you're about to ask why me. and then say some disparaging shit about yourself. i'm just a nerd who plays dnd or something. that self-own is slightly different each time." you sigh. "i know you think you can't really help me. i don't know who can help me. i only came to you because you fucking believe me." you check your watch, sigh, and throw your head back. you cover your eyes with one hand. "i've come here on 26 separate revolutions," you say. "you have believed me every time. and yeah, i have no idea how you fit into this but i just -" you sigh again. "i just like fucking talking to someone about it."

"do you need more cof-" i start, but you're already holding the empty cup out. i frown at it. "you're not getting any more until you promise not to bolt this one like an animal."

you laugh a little and sit up, pushing your hair out of your face. "okay, that's new dialogue. but to be fair to you, i'm not usually this rude. i'm still pretty new at all of this." you check your watch again. another sigh. i guess you're cruising for a personal best in the Sigh Olympics.

i almost tell you im not an NPC but i've played enough video games to know i'm very much an NPC. i pour you another cup. "so what happens in the loop?"

"really bad explosion." you mutter into the mug. you put your elbows on the table (rude) and bury your face in your arms like an angsty teenager. one hand floats up while you talk, because evidently you literally can't talk without your hands. "i have to save the day and there's this bomb and i have no bomb training and it keeps moving, you know."

"do i die?"

you peek up from your arms. "yeah. bigtime. you keep trying to run or stay or do anything and you always super die."

"oh."

"to be fair, like, everyone dies in it though.... so you're in good company."

i hate that you make me laugh. i hate that being around you always feels tingly and strange, this electric tension between us. something that is evidently (given how you stuck your tongue down a stranger's throat literally 3 days ago) (well. 3 for me) super one-sided. i take a sip of my coffee and close my eyes.

i die today, i guess. a little spark of panic starts at the top of my hands and starts whipping up my wrists.

"shit," you say. you look at your watch and jump to your feet. "i have to go. if i can come back, i will. i am still trying to figure out when is best to do everything, you know? the order of stuff. maybe morning isn't good for us."

i look up at you and think about how you keep kissing me in the back of my car and in alleyways and in the dark. and i can never fucking get a read on you. and i also think about how incredibly panicked you look. how broken. how long have you been doing this? "i don't want to die," i say.

you glance downwards. "well, you're not really dead, you'll come back in the loop."

"but i will have died." my hands are shaking. i am trying really hard to stay calm.

you push your hands through your hair again. "i really have to go. i will have this discussion with the next version of you, though. it is like, something i am thinking about."

"but i don't get a next version," i say. i don't really have the language for this, because i haven't had 26 tries with you. i only have my memories: you, a week ago. drunk and telling me you loved me in my ear. you, kissing her anyway. you, months ago, throwing up on my birthday, whispering to me i ruin everything i touch, always, over and over. please don't ask. i can't ever fucking have that be you.

i run my finger along the rim of the mug. "i don't want to die in this one."

you seem baffled by this. "i get that but - time will reset, you'll be fine, you won't even remember we talked about this."

"but i know now." i stand up too. "i have to live the rest of this day knowing i could die. knowing i probably am going to."

"you could always die, to be fair."

i feel my hands get out of control. "earlier, you said i always say a different insult about myself. what if you're just going through different parallel universes and those are all just different - but real - versions of myself? what if you're not in a time loop, you're in a fucking universe loop?"

"if it helps, i've wondered this too. also, you're hot in all of them. if that helps."

i point at you. "no flirting. i'm trying to figure out if i die today."

"who's flirting?" you catch my wild hands and give me that long, perfect smile. like we're in this together. "i won't let ya die." you check your watch and sigh again. "well. maybe not this time."

i grit my teeth. you are so not making quips at me while i try to explain the existential dread i'm having. "does the time loop reset if i fucking kill you?"

"honestly i don't know how long it continues after i die, because i just wake up. it could be that the loop goes until the explosion for everyone, and we're all in the loop, or it could be that when i die, the loop restarts. when i die i wake up, is all."

i pull away from you and stalk into the kitchen and start doing all 3 of my dishes. "okay, first, you know i was joking. and secondly, this is exactly my point. you don't know if this is just a parallel universe. maybe in the ones where you died, the explosion happened and nobody reset and it's just you travelling." i have to stop and push my heel into my eyeball. "... how often have you died?"

i look at you. you look at me. you give me this very sad, halfway smile and a little what can ya do shrug. something in that action seems so old and weary that i want to burst into tears.

"i have to go," you say. "really. for real. there's this family of five i save from getting into a car crash. and i know it's like oh but we're all gonna die in the explosion anyway, what's the point. and..." you shrug again. "it matters to me, is all. at least i saved them for now. at least i saved anything."

you pad over to me and wrap me in a tight hug. you always seem so tall against me. i feel your cheek rest against the top of my head for a moment. for a second, it's just us, and the space is warm, and my heart is a little broken hare.

you leave me there, and i stand in my stupid badly lit kitchen with my stupid mugs. i think about you. i start texting my mom that she needs to get out of the city, but it feels pointless.

i don't know what to do. tomorrow is the same day for you. but i have to prepare to die in my today.

[junotter]

just some designs mainly created because I wanted to draw hakama and then it spiral out from there

bald zuko under the cute

[brainrotcharacters]

wade's undiagnosed ADHD (giggling everytime Logan stabs him) is only ever matched by Logan's undiagnosed autism (stabbing Wade with his claws when he's overstimulated)

[passiunclepaltry]

welcome, to the hotel california!

any time of year; you can find her here!

[laricnoli]

Based on "The Kiss" by Gustav Klimt

[time-woods]

i literally have such a massive backlog of art anddoodles bc of these 3

myfucked up kittycars . .

[ceruark]

wanna hear your mother tongue

[gn! reader x dan heng, jing yuan, blade, jiaoqiu, ratio, aventurine, sunday, & boothill (separate)]

Thinking about how some of the HSR men would react to you calling them a term of endearment in a different language/your native language when you two are NOT an established couple... (for me it would be something along the lines of “cariño” or “mi vida,” but of course you’re welcome to imagine any term from any language that suits you best!)

DAN HENG is confused the first few times you use the nickname. His brow will furrow and he may even adorably tilt his head a bit. He knows by your affectionate tone that it’s not anything bad, but of course, it doesn’t stop him from wanting to know exactly what it means.

He’ll turn to the data bank to look into the term’s origin and meaning, which causes him to fall down a rabbit hole of learning other terms of endearment from your language. You can expect him to shyly call you an endearment back the next time you use one on him, and he’s certainly blushing all the while.

JING YUAN’s smirk and the sparkle in his eyes the first time you let the term of endearment fall from your lips are indicators that you’ve made a terrible mistake. Whether or not you’re familiar with the dialect of the Alliance, he’ll fire a nickname from his own mother tongue right back at you, trying to gain the upper hand by flustering you instead.

And by Lan, does he succeed; you’ll keep the name-calling private and save it for when you two are alone, but he has no qualms about showering you with affection in front of a fleet of Cloud Knights, or even in front of the esteemed Fu Xuan. Good luck trying it on this one— you’ll find yourself in a full-scale flirting war, and this is a battle you can’t win.

BLADE isn’t the most emotive guy out there (when he’s not mara-struck), so it’s hard to gauge his reaction, at first. His blank expression makes it seem like the nicknames just roll off his back, so after a while, you stop using them under the presumption that they make him uncomfortable.

This has the opposite effect, of course, and he starts being a bit clingier than usual and following you around with what is most definitely not a pout on his face. It’s only when Kafka unsubtly points out that you’ve stopped calling him those “cute nicknames” that you put two and two together, and you immediately work to make things right. He may not be the best with words, but he’s happy to show his contentment with your endearments by holding you close to him.

JIAOQIU is flustered the first time, flushing red and ears twitching as he tries to compose himself after being caught off guard. Every time after that, though, he grins and graces you with those gorgeous golden eyes when he hears it. His tail may even start swishing from happiness, but you’ll never comment on it aloud, fearing that he’ll consciously stop it from happening.

His reaction is enough on its own to encourage you to keep calling him those sweet names, but you’re certainly not complaining about the delicious food that he starts bringing you in droves. (It doesn’t have anything to do with your little nicknames, don’t be silly.)

VERITAS most certainly knows what the term means, and that causes him to be even more flustered the first time you use it on him. He’s flushed from head to toe, and whatever tangent he was about to go on is completely lost to him, instead replaced by his silence as he hurriedly leaves wherever you’ve decided to pull this over on him.

He’s prepared the next time you do it, though. He doesn’t so much as bat an eye at the endearment, but he does continue the conversation in your language, speaking it flawlessly. Now it’s your turn to be flustered as you realize you enjoy hearing him speak in your mother tongue more than you care to admit. If there’s a slight smirk on his face from your reaction, neither of you acknowledge it.

AVENTURINE’s reaction is the reverse of how you would expect someone to react: flirt first, get flustered later. He doesn’t need any encouragement to be flirtatious with you, so when he hears the unfamiliar endearment for the first time, he assumes it’s just a normal part of this little game you two have been playing with each other. It’s easy for him to respond with endearments he’d heard older Avgins using growing up, and he even feels a bit giddy being able to use them on you.

Of course, he’s looking up meanings every time a new term pops up in your vocabulary, and his behavior takes a turn when he realizes you’ve started using more intimate endearments— ones typically reserved for spouses instead of those used for casual flirting. You think Aventurine looks good in any color, but you’re definitely partial to the light pink that graces his cheeks when he gets shy. 

SUNDAY has been trained to remain carefully composed at all times, but nothing could have prepared him for this. He’s another one that I think would actually know what the endearment means, so he’s immediately blushing and hiding behind his wings— a futile effort, since they’re fluttering far too much to properly serve as a curtain for his flushed face. Once he gathers his bearings, he continues your conversation and acts like it never happened.

He reacts this way the first few times, but as you persist in your efforts, he decides to start playing along. He’s not one to flirt back verbally— he couldn’t possibly make his intentions too obvious— but he does take pleasure in the fact that he can have the same effect on you. If you try to comment on the way that he stands and sits much closer to you now or that his hands linger on your skin far longer than usual, an expression of innocence and casual deflection is all you’re met with. And don’t you dare try to take the endearments back from him now— he’ll only fluster you more until you start calling him those pretty names again.

BOOTHILL takes a few seconds to realize exactly what’s happening, but once he does, you’re in danger. His confusion at the word almost distracts him from the tone you used while saying it, but he catches on quickly and is grinning widely when he does, all sharp teeth and adoration. He returns the favor in kind, and from that point forward you can expect to exclusively be referred to as “sweetheart,” “sugar,” “beau,” and the like.

He can’t get enough of the way the words roll off your tongue, and the sound of it gets him more drunk than any whiskey ever could. Keep things up, and you might find yourself being pulled toward him by the waist as he puts his hat on your head, finally making his feelings for you crystal clear.

[ultravioletness]

I’ve been making gay knights (and ladies) collages on my phone at work

(Part two)