#i'm forcing myself to do these when i see them because i want to do them but then i FORGET

[ashblooddragons]

This Mysterious Love (Chapter 8/?)

Series Masterlist

Alicents pov

I can't hide the smile that has plastered itself to my lips. I can't believe what has just happened, what I had just felt. 

Powerful.

I felt powerful as I held Caraxes maw in my hands. I felt like a Goddess among men when his amber eyes looked into my honeyed brown. I felt like I had nothing to fear when he nuzzled into me. 

It was so different to when Rhaenyra forced me to meet Syrax. How those ice blue eyes stared into my soul and seemed to frown at it. How Rhaenyra didn't guide me only rested my hands upon her growling beast. I still remember the warmth of Syrax's flames. The heat felt scorching, thankfully I could only imagine what the pain of it licking my flesh would feel like for the Dragonkeepers intervened. 

But with Caraxes, it felt like he saw each part of me, the good and the dark and still he bowed his head and nuzzled into my chest. And though he isn't the most appealing dragon to look at I know now that each time I see his silhouette I will feel safe once more.

But most of all I smile because I finally feel free. Someone is courting me with my permission. Not my Father's, not the King's, mine. 

But just as that thought comes does another one rise that swipes that joyful grin from my lips. 

He is married.

Gods how could I have forgotten this? He's married. Oh and Rhea Royce is not a woman to look down on. She is well taught with the sword and even better with a bow and arrow. She at times makes men look like fools. 

And you just tried to take her husband Alicent. Gods, you’re so stupid! I think as I burst into a sprint towards my bedchambers to cry my shame away before begging the Maiden for forgiveness. 

I fall onto my bed feeling myself sink into its plush comfort as the warmth of my mother's quilts welcome me. I faintly hear Beth shooing the other maids away before feeling a dip in my mattress.

“What is wrong, my Lady?” She asks, rubbing my back. I know she is worried for her strong Iron Islands accent is coming through clearer. I know she tries to hide it but I love it, always had since I was but a little girl of four and she was put in my care. 

But instead of responding with my idiotic choices I only sob harder.

“Ha-has the King-” She starts before she clears her throat. I hear her choking back her own sobs before she finishes her sentence. “Do I need to inform the maester to make me a tea? I have been feeling parched.” 

I realize now what she thinks happened. That the King has finally done what we both feared. Beth swore if he did she would help me, and she would make sure no one knew. I know now how she was going to smear her own reputation as a kind old woman who loves her husband dearly. Or mayhaps she was going to ruin one of her girls? She has four to pick from for this task she brought upon herself. 

It with this that I finally rise and look at her tears still streaming down my face and snot most definitely along my upper lip. 

I must look a mess. I think before responding to her inquiry.

“No, no need for tea. I'm sure water is perfectly fine.” 

I see her shoulders sag in relief at my words a smile rises to her lips and the whispers of ‘thank you Mother, thank you’ barely audible before she turns to me again holding my hands in her cold weathered ones. 

“Then tell me girl, what has you in such a state? Because I will find out and I will give them a piece of my mind one way or another.” 

I can't help but giggle, wiping my tears and looking at the only person who held me as I sobbed for my Mother. The woman who forced bone broth down my throat when I became too thin to even sit up. The woman who saved me. 

“I didn't get this dressed up just because wanted to.” I whisper and can't help but pout when she throws her head back laughing. 

“Well I already knew that!” She exclaims before taking my chin in-between her fingers and lifts my head once more so she can look me in the eyes again. 

“Why did you dress like this girl?” 

I hesitate for but a moment before looking her in the eyes and only finding kind warmth in her aqua blue pools. 

“The Prince.” I all I say with a sigh but from the tapping on my chin I know she wants more.

“He asked me to meet him at the Dragonpit, and I went.” 

She nods her head, her eyes still shining with confusion but I see her piecing the story together bit by little bit. 

“So that's why you stink like a demon from the seven hells?” 

I guffaw at her words, slapping her hand playfully. 

“I stink of dragon you old bat!” 

She only laughs more though almost falling off the bed in her fit. I at times think she laughs more than a flirtatious lady in search of a high standing husband. 

“Same difference if you ask me.” She says in that twange once more before waving her hand for me to continue. 

I stop for a moment deciding if I should tell her. I have no reason not to, she is loyal to me but it is my Father who pays her. Would the smell of gold sway her? 

No, Beth would never betray me even if it meant her death. I me for gods sake she was ready to ruin one of her daughters or granddaughters for me the least I can do is give the rest of this blasted story.

“He asked me to court him.” I finish and I already know the words she will say next before they even leave her throat.

“The man is already wed! Oh Alicent, what were you thinking?” She says in a tone that says she is far from pleased. 

“Obviously I wasn't, hence my sobs because I am nothing but a stupid little girl.” I respond falling back against my pillows looking up at my canopy. I remember counting all the stars and butterflies seen into the fabric as a child, I still do from time to time if only for nostalgia. 

Perhaps now is a good time? I think before Beth grabs my arms and pulls me back up to look at her.

“You listen here girl, you aren't stupid. Far from it. You are brilliant, why else would King Jaehaerys ask for you to comfort him in his dying days? Are you young? Yes. Are you naive at times? Yes. But this does not make you stupid do you hear me?” She all but roars at me. 

I only nod before falling into her arms and crying into her chest. She strokes my hair and hums some savior chanty to calm my hurt soul.

Daemons pov

I sit in my study staring at a sealed letter from my Bronze Bitch. There is no telling what it could be. A death threat? Gotten my fair share of those from her in our marriage. A demand for him to act like a husband? Too many of those had come only for him to be treated like shit on someone's boot. 

Well you won't know if you don't open it. My brain helpfully reminds me.

And with that I break the seal and open the scroll prepared for the worst and never expecting the best. But as I take in each letter, each word, each sentence I realize it is the best outcome. It's a letter with her signature at the end of a dotted line only waiting for mine so our marriage can be annulled. 

Though just as the shit eating grin spreads across my face, do I remember that Viserys had no reason to do this unless his idea is actually going to happen. Which can mean only one of two things.

One Rhea asked for the annulment and Viserys finally gave in. Though this is unlikely as she swore to make my life like the seven hells were following me. 

Or two, Viserys actually plans to make it where my child with my new wife will be his heir. Also unlikely as he never wanted me on the throne so why would he want my child upon its cold seat?

Yet again only one way to find out. My brain oh so helpfully reminds me yet again. 

With an annoyed sigh I stand papers in hand and begin the walk towards my brother's chambers.

I can't help but pinch myself every so often along the walk just to make sure this isn't a dream. 

I never liked walking around the Red Keep at night. It always has a chill that even the Northerns complain of. But it isn't just the cold wind, it's something else, it's the feeling that even if you are alone in a hall you're being watched. That no matter where you hide someone is always watching, waiting. It's not a pleasant feeling to say the least, so I try and stay out of the keeps halls at night. 

I watch as Knights and Lords stumble down the halls towards their chambers. A lady trailing behind them. I already know what they are up to, I even know two of the women they are bringing with them. For I myself have already had a taste of them, one of which I know is the man's wife. 

She was a wild thing too. I think with a wicked grin as I pass her. 

But as always the walk to my brother's chambers always seems too long, and yet too short. 

Not enough time to think and too long not to. I think before making a resounding knock on my brother's door.

I wait but a moment before raising my hand to start slamming my fists against the door when I hear a tired. “Come.” 

I take this as all the invitation I need and enter, closing the door behind me just as quickly as I entered.

“Brother, what brings you here?” Viserys says trying to hide the fear in his voice and tremble in his hands. Though he was never good at lying.

“My dear Wife sent me this letter. I thought you may have something to do with it.” I say tossing the annulment papers into his lap before plopping into a chair and picking up one of his little stone soldiers.

“Careful with that.” He scolds, snatching the figure from me as he reads the paper. 

I watch as he reads it carefully before taking in my wife's signature. 

“Well…” I ask trailing off to see if I can catch any reaction to the letter but strongly Viserys is stone faced. 

Perhaps he can lie? I muse to myself before almost laughing out loud at the thought. 

Viserys sighs looking down at his stone soldier before looking me in the eyes.

“I had a hand in this, yes. Though I was hoping to announce it to you on the morrow. But it seems your wife was eager to get rid of you.” 

I scoff at the obvious jab before turning to him once more. I see the way he eyes me warily, I see the way he flinches each time I shift in my seat. I know he's afraid of me now, mayhaps he always was.

“And this news?” I ask with a wave of my hand. 

I know it is a waste of time acting like I don't know already, but it is just oh so fun watching Viserys squirm in his seat. 

“The realm chose me, they would not stand for a woman to take the throne. So I would need to take another as wife, though that is now out of the question.” 

I fight the urge to roll my eyes at the face Viserys is drawing this out. He never was one to just get to the point, always needing to make one sit there and pray he'd shut up and finish the tale. 

“And I cannot have Laenor sit the throne. For that would cause more outrage than my daughter upon it. For he's not even a Targaryen by name. And sadly with you being a warrior you may die younger than I.”

I sigh looking up at the ceiling as Viserys continues to just list every reason why instead of just saying it. 

“So I've decided to annul your marriage, let you pick a new wife of your choosing. And the first boy you have, shall be my heir.” 

Wow I'm surprised he didn't make it last two hours like he did when he was telling Aemma was pregnant the first time. I must before looking him in the eyes again. 

“Is this a jest?” I implore not wanting him to think I already knew. 

“No, though I understand why you would think as such” He says sincerity in his voice.

I only stare at him for a long moment before snatching the annulment papers back and taking his ink and quill scribbling my name along the dotted line before handing it back to Viserys.

“So now I'm a single man?” 

“Now you're a single man.” He confirms.

Not for long, I'll be taking a Little Hightower you have been wanting. I think before standing bidding my goodbyes and walking out of his chambers. 

Now to find out what her favorite flowers are. Every woman likes flowers. I muse with a new skip in my step as I traverse the Keep in search of my Little Hightowers lovely maid named…Betty?

Special thanks to my bestie @sugutoad for making the header for this fic! I sweat I'd be lost without you girly!

I would also like to thank @thecutestgrotto for making the divider. I truly love it!

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[fallen-abel]

uhhhh someone should go check on Abel. I don’t think he’s doing well.

After not hearing from Abel in a day and hearing a bunch of sad songs from his room, Lucifer goes to check on his eldest son.

Lucifer: *knocks, holding a plate of pancakes* Abel? Are you okay in there? Are you awake?

Abel: *covers himself with the blanket more* Go away please. I’m fine.

Lucifer: *not liking that answer* I made you breakfast! Pancakes! I’m trying a new recipe for extra fluffiness!

Abel: *speaking up a little louder* GO AWAY! I’m not hungry.

Lucifer: *looks uncomfortable but knows he can’t force Abel to talk to him* Geesh. It’s like Charlie’s high school years all over again. Okay Abel! I’ll just leave these out here for you. Just eat them before they get cold. And I wanted to remind you that you have a doctor’s appointment today.

Abel: *sits up and shouts* CANCEL IT! I’M NOT GOING!

Lucifer: *pauses, stunned by Abel's outburst. He frowns, placing the plate of pancakes on the floor outside the door.* Alright, that's it. I'm coming in.

Abel: *groans, pulling the blanket over his head as the door creaks open.* I said go away.

Lucifer: *steps inside, crossing his arms.* And I said I'm coming in. What’s going on, Abel? This isn’t like you.

Abel: *his voice muffled under the blanket* Nothing's going on. I’m just tired.

Lucifer: *sits at the edge of the bed, keeping his tone gentle.* Tired? Or heartbroken?

Abel: *freezes, the lump under the blanket shrinking slightly as he curls in on himself.* ...How did you know?

Lucifer: *sighs, placing a hand over where he assumes Abel’s shoulder is.* I’ve been around long enough to recognize the sound of a broken heart. Plus, I heard you playing every sad ballad Earth ever created.

Abel: *peeks out from under the blanket, his eyes red and puffy.* I messed everything up. I told Peter how I felt, and for a second, I thought he felt the same. But then he... he said it didn’t happen. Like I’m not worth it.

Lucifer: *his jaw tightens, a flash of anger crossing his face.* Peter said what to you?

Abel: *looks down, fiddling with the edge of the blanket.* He said... ‘This never happened’. I thought... I thought we had something, but I was wrong.

Lucifer: *takes a deep breath, trying to reign in his temper.* "Abel, listen to me. That has nothing to do with your worth. Nothing. Peter’s actions reflect his cowardice, not anything lacking in you."

Abel: *tears begin welling up again.* But it still hurts, Dad. I can’t even look at myself without feeling like an idiot.

Lucifer: *cups Abel’s face gently, forcing him to look up.* You’re not an idiot. You’re brave. You opened your heart to someone, and that takes courage. Peter’s the one who’s a fool for not appreciating you. And I promise, this pain? It won’t last forever.

Abel: *sniffs, leaning into his father’s hand.* It feels like it will.

Lucifer: *smiles softly.* It feels that way now, but trust me. I’ve had my heart broken too, more than once, and yet here I am. You’ll heal, Abel. And when you do, you’ll see that you deserve so much better than someone who can’t even admit how he feels.

Abel: *nods slowly, though his tears don’t stop.* Thanks, Dad.

Lucifer: *pulls him into a hug, stroking his hair.* That’s what I’m here for. Now, you don’t have to go to the doctor’s appointment if you’re not ready, but you do have to eat something. I made those pancakes with love, you know.

Abel: *smiles faintly through the tears.* Fine. I’ll eat.

Lucifer: *grins, standing up.* Good. Because I’d hate for them to go to waste. And Abel? You’ll get through this. I promise.

Abel: *watches his father leave, feeling a small, comforting warmth despite the ache in his chest.* I hope so.

[anti-transphobia]

Everyone posts about how Stardew Valley is a cozy LGBT+ inclusive game but NO ONE mentions the lack of a platonic option for the bachelors/bachelorettes. Which would be good for aspec people and also just more pleasant for many casual players I believe but that's not even the point. I just want to become best friends with everyone and not only does that require me dating everyone at once and feeling like a sleazebag because of it (ik the bad cutscene can be avoided but I know in my heart they'd be hurt if they knew) BUT it also means the women flirt with me!!!!! Constantly!!!!!!! It makes me sick to my stomach. Truly ruining the characters I liked

[losergender]

the more i read the faster the torture will end (yes im aware im choosing to do this and can stop when i want to)

okay back to titan attacks

"the truth of my life was becoming depressingly obvious: people didn't like me" alexis i know i said that i feel bad for you and stuff but you are also so unlikeable my dear. you never talk to anyone and your only 2 interests are mathematicians and classical music and you don't even bring them up when talking to people

stop guys she's wearing a black hoodie with a skull holding up a middle finger in the front

alexis this is why people dislike you.

alexis is on the pink press everyone

she keeps saying fluck instead of fuck

"the great war killing all our race was really bad for friendship" miss,,, miss do you hear yourself,,,

the one thing that annoys me the most about this book is that alexis cannot go two sentences without mentioning how she is suicidal and how she wants to die and straight up off herself and how despite having so many chances at it she never does it (WHICH IS COOL. DONT KILL YOURSELF PEOPLE) but she also never gives any explanation as to why not? like there was one chapter that in which she was at corfu w patrochilles and she was like "the best thing i could do was drown myself." cut to 3 paragraphs later, she's swimming with her pet because "she loves swimming." she's going through physical torture in the military thing they're at? "i wish i would die" "it's easier to die" "i'm gonna kms" "the moment i got a sec i was gonna kms." she gets close to death once and she's like "thank god i didn't die." which is a thing that happens. many people myself included who have experimented a near-death experience or real fear of death after/during suicidal ideation will come to a realization that maybe they didn't want to die and the cognitive disonance of "i wish i could kms but i dont want to die" is, i feel, a not all that widely explored topic in YA fantasy. and i think it's interesting, and it opens so many doors in terms of character development, and it could have make this book so, so much better. and instead not only is the chance not taken, but also, it turns sucide into a joke for 36 chapter and it makes is so that any mention of actual risk of death/suicide goes as a joke even if its serious.

(bonus points -> she has two very clear reasons as to why she can't die. one is that she's technically immortal which i dont really get bc shes meant to be in military school as a trial to see if she deserves immortality but also she and her classmates can already not be killed. except for the fact that. they can because 3 of them died. so whats the point idk. and i can only imagine how distressful it would be for someone who has suffered so much and is actively facing torture every day of their life that and who is suicidal to be suddenly told that she is never gonna die. and she doesn't mention that whole dilemma AT ALL. then, theres the fact that her little brother doesn't know where she's been the past months and he's still facing homelessness, this time by himself yes i still think he's dead. see, she brings up charlie like once every 3 chapters when she remembers to which i guess is a good amount. the idea of charlie is there either to make her feel guilty (when she has the wet dream) or to motivate her, because she wants to go back to him. BUT IT IS NEVER THERE TO MOTIVATE HER OUT OF HER SUICIDAL IDEATION? WHICH,,, AM I THE ONLY ONE WHO FINDS THIS A BIT RANDOM? like how come charlie is good motivation when you are being forced to run after weeks of starvation but he is never once mentioned when you are wishing you would kill yourself? why is it "i gotta survive this for charlie" and then immediately after "i should kms" and no mention of charlie? like it feels so,, idk. whatever. sure.)

back to reading

speechless

"at this point, i didn't care if carl gauss thought i wasn't accomplished in the after life (i cared). carl can suck on my... stuff."

YOU HAVE A NICE GUY GREETING YOU WITH A SMILE AND BEING FRIENDLY TO YOU IN SPITE OF THE FACT YOU HAVEN'T TALKED TO ANYONE BUT 1 GUY IN MONTHS, IN SPITE OF THE FACT NO ONE WANTS TO KNOW SHIT ABOUT YOU, IN SPITE OF THE FACT YOU'VE BEEN COMPLAINING ALL CHAPTER ABOUT HOW PEOPLE DISLIKE YOU?? AND YOUR REASON IS THAT HE IS TOO GRATEFUL AND CHEERFUL?? ALEXIS IM TRYING TO BE NICE TO YOU BUT MY GIRL I CANT

a titan just attacked in the chapter called titan attacks who's surprised

"ice covered" you're in a greek island in autumn why is there snow.

okay so. the titan attacked while they were running (they've a circuit they have to do often around the island) and most students went to hide but she stayed behind to help one who had fallen (and who now is dead) and then she started to attack the titan herself with a stone and stuff until kharon (the predator) came to finish him off. and now. i think he's gonna kiss her. which. to quote finn mertens, i nono wanna.

btw in case anyone's lost, there's two guys pursuing alexis, kharon (the predator) and augustus (the evil teacher slash pokemon sword guy) (and theyre lovers)

alexis youre stupid

c-ptsd flashback okay

oh and now kharon mister "she's prey",, mister "i'm gonna kill her", mister "i'll be your sworn enemy", miser "i wanna torture you" is like "nooo alexis :( i didnt mean to trigger you by threatening to beat you up"

"can i touch you" BROTHER YOU WERE HOLDING HER BY THE JAW SECONDS AGO AND HAVE BEEN TOUCHING YOURSELF TO HER FOR AGES. WHAT HAPPENED BETWEEN 1 MINTE AGO AND NOW FOR YOU TO LEARN CONSENT

augustus' whole thing is that he's overprotective of women to the point he wants to control every single one of their actions and he's so controlling of alexis that he threatens to torture/actually tortures everyone who touches her including doctors im gonna scream

also can i just say they go through all this intensive physical training just for their weapons of choice to be. Guns.

welcome to sunny reacting to stuff in which sunny reacts to stuff. in this tumblr post, we're dealing with blood of hercules (the i'm a girl and as it turns out i'm hercules book) because i'm doing So Bad Mentally that i am in dire need of something that will make me laugh.

chapter 1 reaction below

montana?? out of all states?? okay go off

"kids at school called it apocalytic core. i called it hell" already laughing. i love my life decisions.

SUPERSEED I'M SORRY WHAT?

"if you wanted to live (i didn't)" you and me both bestie

does the author know verb tenses

i'm saying so little bc otherwise the post would be huge. every single sentence is hilariously bad this is so silly

summary if anyone is interested -> pretty unclear dystopian setting, 10-yo befriends an echidna named nyx and then gets a foster brother delivered to her room the next day. the titans are like superhumans killing normal people and the "spartans" are 12 protector families (8 are olympian, 4 are cthonic and those are dangerous murderers or something).

[lupismaris]

..

[digitalgate02]

i'm just upset about people simply assuming malice every single time there's something new in the Advverse.

turns out ▽ was not made out of malice, it was just incompetency.

Kizuna & 02TB had legit care about the lore, so i'm comfortable more with them.

my sensitivity is that i'm tired of clout and mockery in this fanbase. it's OK to dislike things, but i'd like to be able to agree to the disagree and call it a day.

i'd like if we could just be optimistic at least ONCE. (me included, yes.)

[mars-ipan]

this is gonna sound incredibly virtue signal-y i fear but i have been feeling. so fiercely protective of all the transfems i've ever met lately

[gxlden-angels]

Hello! I apologize if this is a nosy question, but what is the silly feelings wheel app you were talking about in a previous post? My therapist and I have been working on identifying feelings but I still very much rely on a list of feeling words to have any idea what I’m feeling, so it could be a helpful resource. No worries if you don’t want to share, just thought I would ask :)

It's called How We Feel! I'm not sure if it's available on all devices yet, but it's on ios and the google play store for sure.

I've been using it for about a year. It's more of a chart than a wheel but people usually recognize the wheel better so that's what I call it. When you first start it has a 10-part tutorial about emotional acceptance and regulation, then it has suggestions for each category of emotion. You can access both at any time tho after those first 10 days.

It has a share option so you can have friends, which has been great for me cause it prompts me to check on friends and them to do the same for me. It allows you to just respond with a little emoji in like a "I'm here for you" little notification to your friend, or you can reach out to your friend on your own. Its really helped me cause I'm bad at reaching out when I need support so to me and I'm bad about taking on other's problems even when I can't handle it so being able to send a little emoji instead to make sure my friends know I'm there if they need me and them doing the same has been great

[morningmask27]

god, one mild problem of asking friends who don't draw a lot for criticism is that They Don't See Shit. I'm obviously going to be Extra Critical of my own art and that's why I ask for their advise, but they just tell me it's pretty without warning me that one arm had a very fucked up anatomy or the chair I had straight up forgotten to draw for a good while.

I told them the thing was done (I meant a fucking table I had procrastinated to draw for eons and was a blue sketch in all those wip updates) while all the characters were still just colored sketches and the chair was missing and they just didn't see it; they rolled with the drawing as is.

They're wonderful people, but they are definitely not the people to go to for actual art advise and it's a bit annoying tbh

[fennthetalkingdog]

Oop, well it looks like my general Symptoms(TM) are messing with me doing Artfight again this year. But I kinda think it's interesting how they're doing it, in a way. I've already always had problems with not wanting to do anything forced on me, and since that also applies to things I force on myself, having only a month to do Artfight makes drawing feel like something I have to do and thus don't want to do anymore. But also I don't like change too, so going from drawing my own characters (which I know everything about and can draw without much thought) to drawing other people's (which I don't know as well) already requires a ton of motivation, PLUS the fact that I don't want to dishonor the characters I'm drawing makes it feel like I have to draw good art and makes me want to draw even less. And I've only just now realized this, but also constantly switching characters to draw once I've finished drawing one is a massive pain to my little brain because I want to get to know the character (and also switching takes energy out of me, go figure). And how did I figure this out? I gave myself the leeway to draw a character that seemed cool more than once and I felt better in a way that wasn't just "Awww, I made a bunch of cool drawings for this one character!" It felt like my brain wanted to be stuck on that little buddy, and for once instead of fighting the urge and feeling worse, I gave into it and actually let myself process the character more in general so that I can later "un-stick" myself and move on.

But luckily, it's seeming like it's not as hard as drawing was last year (since I got stuck on trying to make one drawing look "good" and ended up taking the whole month to finish it + procrastinate), so I'm feeling overall pretty good about this whole month! I've already drawn way more attacks than I did last year, which is already a win, but I'm also feeling more proud of my drawings than before too! And I'm also learning way more about how I work as a person just trying to do this! So I'm feeling really happy about my experiences this month in the future, if this is how I'm feeling just a week in! >:D

[mint-corset]

I feel violence in my very bones this evening.

[stillfruit]

it's so difficult to articulate the feelings i get when i see my friends engaging in healthy and good behaviors like asking for emotional support and taking the time they need to arrive because i just can't and i know i'm wrong for it but it still feels incredibly isolating

[sadfraudfrogs]

I currently need to throw my phone into a river because if my mum looks through my phone I'm fucked

[medicinemane]

Seriously, it would be a mercy to kill me. I'm begging for help dying. Do you not see why it's fucking torture to keep my alive while living with her? I'll never escape her, like there's just no practical way to make it happen

And yet, till I get my act together and find a way to die already, show must go on

[bluebeads-art]

2024 September 14th

Do you ever wish you could beat into a character's head that they're loved? Because I sure wanted to beat Siffrin during my first playthrough of In Stars and Time. Then I thought about that figure of speech too literally, laughed at my own joke, and now here's me using Odile as a proxy to do just that. :)

I absolutely adore Odile's "you will be safe and happy and that is a threat" approach to emotional support. Her and Siffrin's dynamic in general is just chef's kiss.

Sorry about your hat, Siffrin, but it was destroying my panel composition when I tried to put it on your head.

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For being rusty with art I'm really happy with this! That last panel in particular was very new territory for me but I think it came out good! I'm happy with the movement between panels in general. And look at me! Drawing backgrounds!! Wahoo!!

I drew these panels incredibly out of order, so you can see my art style and amount of effort fade in and out as you read, lmao. I tried to stay authentic to the game's style, but sort of gave up and let my style bleed through on the action-y panels. It just felt right. Gives it emphasis. :P

I'm new to writing screen reader image alt text, so feedback is welcomed. Sorry again to Siffrin because I forced myself to he/him them only to avoid confusion, but it felt bad! My fellow they/he, I have wronged you.

Time spent working on this comic was...... 33 hours and 18 minutes. I blame the rust, learning how to draw these characters on the fly, and figuring out the perspective on those bricks, oh my god.

Have some close-ups of my fave panels as thanks for clicking the read-more, mwa

[gloomwitchwrites]

Hey 😊👋 I love your Task Force 141 Imagines and finally had the courage to request one myself:

How would they react to the trend where their partner makes dinner but gives them the bigger portion and gives themselves only a small one with the excuse that "That's all we had left" ?

(I hope you understand what I mean)

I'm about 99.9% sure you're talking about the viral TikTok trend. That's what I interpreted the ask as (which is how I wrote it). Most of the time, those videos are pretty wholesome. Sometimes they aren't. But with regards to 141, they're gonna be wholesome about it. No body shaming. Not dismissive. Just walking green flags who are also done with your shit (because pranking them is just hilarious). Anyway! Enjoy!!!

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Task Force 141 x Reader (can be read as gn!reader)

Content & Warnings (per the warnings MDNI): established relationship, pranks & practical jokes, humor, fluff, married couple, mild suggestive themes

Word Count: 1k

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John Price

"Love, what is that?"

"That's all we had left."

"That's all we had left?" repeats John.

You shrug nonchalantly. There's plenty of food, enough for each of you and leftovers for tomorrow, but John doesn't need to know that...yet.

"It's fine,” you shrug. “I'm not that hungry so I gave you a bigger portion."

John's concern only worsens. "You did what?"

"I wasn’t hungry so I—"

“I heard what you said,” interrupts John. He points at your plate. “But there’s nothing on it.”

“I’ll be fine.”

"No," he says firmly, waving his hand. "No."

Without asking, he swaps your plates.

"John. Stop."

"I'm not that hungry," he says, repeating your own words back at you. "Ate more than enough at work. I don't need all this. You do."

You reach for the plate but he lifts it off the table, holding it out of reach. Part of you wants to scold him to carry on the rouse, but instead you're giggling.

"Not sure what's funny,” grumbles John.

"There's more,” you laugh, covering your mouth.

"There's—” John glances between you and the kitchen. John rolls his eyes but he's trying to hold back a smile. “You naughty fucking thing."

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

You place a plate piled high with food in front of Kyle.

“Thanks, babe.” He glances up at you, grinning. His gaze shifts to your plate, smile fading into confusion. You purposely gave yourself less just to see his reaction.

“I forgot forks.” You walk back into the kitchen. “You want a fork, right?”

“Yeah,” replies Kyle slowly, now pointing at your plate. “But…what is that?”

You return to the table. “That’s all we had left.”

Lies. There’s plenty left.

“But why is mine full and yours—” He gestures at your plate.

You feign confusion. “You work really hard. You need it.”

“This,” says Kyle pointing at his own plate. “Is a lot.” He then points at your plate. “That’s not.”

“It’s fine.”

“You’re taking some of mine.”

“Kyle—”

“Don’t argue with me.”

You pick up your fork, intending to eat, but Kyle is quick, snatching your plate right off the table and swapping it with his. He keeps your plate in his hand, shoving you away when you try to reach for it.

“Sit,” he commands.

“Kyle.”

He ignores you, clearing the plate in a couple of bites.

“Kyle,” you scold, but you’re giggling, dropping the guise.

“Why are you laughing?” he asks, glancing around.

Unable to keep control of your composure, you point in the direction of the kitchen. Frowning, Kyle follows your index finger. He takes a few steps into the kitchen and comes to a dead stop.

He slowly spins on his heel, his expression so exasperated that you burst out laughing. With a loud sigh, Kyle returns to the table, swapping the empty plate for the full one.

Dropping into his seat, Kyle shakes his head. “Get yourself a real portion and then come join me.” Then, with a smirk, “You little terror.”

John "Soap" MacTavish

Johnny reclines on the sofa, completely absorbed in the rugby match on the television.

With you, is dinner. Two plates, one for each of you. You’ve loaded Johnny’s plate, but have hardly filled yours. It’s just a prank. A test to see if he notices anything.

He has a knack for not paying attention to the smaller details. Sometimes Johnny is so distracted whenever there is a game on that he's oblivious to everything else around him. One time—just to see—you walked around completely naked. It took nearly a full fifteen minutes for him to realize it.

You casually take a seat next to him, offering Johnny his plate.

"Thank you," he says, taking it without removing his gaze from the television.

You keep your plate in your lap, casually moving the few bites of food around while taking incredibly small bites.

Johnny chews. Watches. Still oblivious to your tiny portion.

You purposefully bang your fork against the side of the plate.

He does a double take. "What’s that?"

"What’s what?"

"That.”

You shrug. "It’s all we had left."

With a growl that’s more groan, Johnny starts pushing his food off his plate and onto yours.

"Johnny. No. That's your food." He tuts, not saying anything. "I'm fine." you insist, trying to push his plate away.

“No, love,” says Johnny. He settles back onto the sofa and gives your cheek a quick peck.

You wait a beat. "There's plenty of food."

Johnny turns. Blinks. "Oh, aye?" He grabs your plate and dumps the food back on his.

"Johnny!"

"You’re having a right laugh.” He gestures toward the kitchen. “Go on.”

As you stand, he gives your ass a light smack. When you turn to swat his hand, you’re greeted with his cheeky grin.

Simon "Ghost" Riley

The plate you set before Simon is nearly overflowing.

"Thank you, love," he murmurs, placing his hand at your back.

You lean in, giving him a quick kiss. He accepts it with a soft smile, lightly squeezing your thigh before you step away to grab your own plate.

Compared to Simon’s portion, your plate is practically empty. It’s really only a few bites, but it’s just for kicks. There is plenty still left in the kitchen. You just want to fuck with Simon.

When you set your plate down and fall into your seat, Simon’s attention immediately focuses in on the lack of sustenance.

He leans forward a bit, staring you down, silent.

“What?” you ask, pretending that this is all perfectly normal.

He keeps staring.

“What is it?” you prompt.

“No.”

No. Just—no.

You blink. "No? No what?”

Simon sucks his fork clean and tosses it onto the table, still shaking his head. You’re losing. It’s hardly started and you’ve lost.

“It’s all that’s left!”

He shakes his finger at you, walking away and into the kitchen. “I know you,” he says over his shoulder. “You’re taking the piss.”

Goddamn it.

Simon sees right through you. Always does.

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