#i'm gonna send in my application tomorrow

[luvz-me]

being at the last year of your sports medicine university course abroad in america was like a dream come true. but in all honesty you just wanted it to be over and quick. the prospect of having to intern at a random clinic for three months wasn't appealing at all. you made sure to send your cv to different physiotherapy clinics, gyms, sports clubs but still no answer.

watching all your colleagues start earlier than you was discouraging until one afternoon, after watching 2 boring movies a guy at a club told you to watch last night you got a call.

someone with a very poised voice starts talking almost immediately, "good afternoon, i'm speaking on behalf of the sports clinic and i was wondering if you'd be available for an interview tomorrow morning regarding your internship application?"

you almost envied the way there wasn't any hint of nervousness in their voice. it was almost immediate the way you accepted the offer, in all honesty you just wanted to get it over with.

you started your internship there after almost a week until one day, by the evening you witnessed something you never thought you would. tashi fucking duncan walking in the clinic right as you were about to leave. you felt your stomach turn, not in the bad way, but in the - what the fuck, did i hit my head somewhere and wake up in an alternate universe? - way. your anxiety making you want to throw up seeing one of the people you wrote countless essays about stand before you.

"i'm looking to book a sports physician. medium term for art donaldson, need them to be able to come in-house monday through friday." you heard her say to the receptionist, blunt yet always polite. one of your idols standing just a few meters away from you made you weak at the knees. you were aware the clinic was well frequented but you never thought she'd be in your sight ever.

you looked at your nails, pondering if you should start biting them, regaining a bad habit just because you found yourself in a situation you couldn't control sounds very much like you but tashi probably would think that's gross so you stop.

a client you had been assigned to arrives and you curse yourself out for not being able to keep listening to the conversation anymore. the day never ended. each glance you took at the clock just seemed like you were stopped in time. sighing while helping the elder woman stretch her upper body and muttering some words of praise, explaining to her that she'd have to keep coming for at least one more week so the pain could dissipate. you flashed her a smile as she got up and said goodbye, thanking you endlessly for helping her ease the pain.

your supervisor had been watching you. giving some criticism on this session with the client. as you were about to leave she pulled you aside and informed you that starting tomorrow you'd be going to tashi duncans house.

everything inside was pristine, you were even scared to even lean against the furniture in fear you'd somehow break it. tashi had given you a quick house tour, her heels clacking on the hardwood floors as she warmed you up to her, occasionally telling jokes about herself and saying you reminded her of herself. when she was in college. you didn't really know what that meant but you decided to take it as a compliment, nervously fidgeting your fingers. art was nowhere to be seen up until you reached the gym area.

standing there, broad shoulders scrolling through his phone, distracted and flashing a smile towards his wife once she clears her throat and wraps an arm around his shoulder. introducing you to each other and leaving promptly, saying she had a meeting with her pr team and that she'd be back at 8 pm.

you swallow dry. standing there awkwardly with your backpack on your shoulders.

"so.. umm were gonna start with wall angels maybe. tashi told me thats your problem area right now" you blurted out, trying to sound as professional as possible "just. place your arms against the wall in a 90 degree angle and slowly straighten them"

art follows suit, standing against the wall awkwardly moving his arms up and down before asking "how old are you?" breaking the silence

"i'm 21" you mutter in surprise analysing his form and his toned shoulders, and arms.. and muscles. eyes narrowing trying to remind yourself that this is not one of your hookups, this is art fucking donaldson and you're here for an internship. at his house. in his fancy home gym. hes not yours to admire. "why?"

"ah.. just wanted to know" art shrugs, looking at you intently. he gets up suddenly, yet his movements are deliberate. you feel the knot tighten in your stomach, your pulse quicken as i looked at the man before me. "can you show me how to do it properly?" his voice drops to a lower tone and all you can do for a few seconds is flutter your lashes at him

"but this is pretty easy already, i don't know how to ex-"

"i said, i want you to show me" art cuts you off, his gaze literally burning through your skull

art mirrors your movements, his eyes never leaving yours. you hope he doesn't notice the slight tremble in your hands.

"like this?" he asks, his voice even softer now, almost a whisper.

you nod, your breath hitching. "yes, just like that. make sure to keep your back flat against the wall."

he follows your instructions, his body inching closer. you can feel the heat emanating from him, a stark contrast to the cool, clinical setting of the gym. there's a tension in the air, a charged silence that makes your heart race.

"you're good at this," he murmurs, his eyes darkening with an emotion you can't quite place

your cheeks flush, the compliment catching you off guard. "i appreciate that, mr. donaldson."

he moves closer, his body now just inches from yours. you can feel the magnetism between you, a pull that's impossible to ignore. his hand reaches out, gently brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. the gesture is tender, almost too intimate for your professional setting. "it's art, yeah? call me art, i don't want to feel like an old fart" he grins

"i should… i should check your shoulder alignment," you stammer, trying to regain some semblance of professionalism. "you're a bit tight here," you say, your voice trembling slightly. "let me help you."

you guide him through a series of stretches, your hands lingering a bit longer than necessary on his shoulders, his back. the room feels smaller, the air thicker with each passing moment.

the session was over. finally. you gathered your things and slid your backpack over your shoulders. art's gaze is still on you and it's impossible not to feel it "are you in a hurry to leave?"

"umm, no i just. no im not in a hurry" you smile "just don't want to bother you anymore" your breath catches in your throat

"i was hoping we could talk a bit more. get to know each other better." he smirks. what the fuck "tashi told me some things about you but i think one on one conversation is far better" grabbing your hand and guiding you to a small resting area at the gym engaging in some superficial conversation about you while tracing circles in the back of your hand. you can't help but sigh. his hands becoming more and more pervasive, touching your thighs, reaching up up up until he's close to your crotch. a slight whine escapes your mouth. you're not focusing on the conversation at all.

"art, this is not-"

"tashi doesn't have to know" he replies knowing tashi knows damn well. hell, she even planned this for him. it wasn't her intention to scout a pretty little physiotherapist like you at first. but you were at the right place, at the right time. the moment she took a glance at you she knew she had to have you. it was a plus art needed help with his shoulders. his hands roaming on the waistband of your tight leggings, your mouth parting with a sigh. sigh that he takes as opportunity to crash his lips against yours. your eyes narrow at first and for a second you try to pull back but you don't really want to.

his fingers edging closer to your panties, the tightness of the leggings increasing the skin on skin contact. "aw you look so pretty with your lips parted. you wanna take my fingers in you don't you huh?" now hovering over you, caressing you over your top "fucking corrupt that little head of yours"

you can't help but let out a moan that sends him over the edge. sliding your leggings down caressing you over your panties. before pushing two fingers inside your mouth for you to suck. "you want this don't you baby?"

"mhm" you nod trying your hardest not to bite him when he uses his opposite hand to caress your sensitive nub. furrowing your eyebrows trying your hardest not to grab his arm. his calloused fingers leaving your plump mouth suddenly and making a 'pop' sound "but tashi might" cut off by the pads of his fingers circling your clit

"tashi doesn't mind" his voice hungry "im just helping you out yeah? we're just getting acquainted" one of his fingers teases your entrance slowly entering earning a sharp wince from you. the unfamiliar feeling slowly turning into pleasure as he slid it in and out "open your eyes f'me, let me see those pretty eyes"

you bite your lip staring at his face as he does such a lewd thing to you, and you let him. knowing he has a wife. somehow this made it even more arousing. whats wrong with you? "gonna add one more finger, fuck you're so tight around me, so good. i bet that clit would feel so good around my tongue" small tears cornering around your eyes. the soft noises leaving your lips only encouraging him to keep going.

"feels good huh baby?" he coos, his face edging closer and closer to your clit as your hips rise, only to stop once you're about to cum. abruptly sliding your panties back up along with your leggings.

this earns him a well deserved mewl. edging you like this. stopping when you were just so so close was just so mean of him. looking up at him just to see him lick your juices off his fingers, feeding them to you. "suck" he commands "don't be mad, i just need to make sure you come back for more sessions" fixing your hair and picking up your backpack from where you left it on the gym floor

[feraltragedy]

Just a short Noah drabble, part 2 whenever I can get my thoughts into words.

No content warnings apply for this one, just a hot boy in a mask and mild adult themes.

@thelesbianwithissues @concreteangel92 @madomens @lilhobgobbler

Ghost

I send a text to my best friend telling him I have great news I want to share. His reply a short ‘I'm home bunny.’ With the letter in my hand, I make my way to his house.

Coming through the door of the house I see the faces of my friends except Noah. “Upstairs, he's getting ready to stream.” Nicholas is quick to notice my searching eyes.

“I've got some really good news, let me share with Noah first and I'll come back down and tell you guys too!” I head for the stairs and make my ascent.

Noah was the only one who knew about The Tortured Poet Society reaching out to me after finding a story I had posted. When they wanted me to send in a portfolio for review to possibly land me a seat at the round table, I had called him immediately freaking out. I didn't want to tell anyone else about the application. If they rejected me, it would just be a disappointment. They are like the most elite book club, some of the best authors make up the table.

Reaching my best friend's room I opened the door, stepping inside I almost forget why I'm here. The sight before me clouding my already excited mind.

“You're really gonna stream like that, sweets?” His shoulders only shrugged in response. “I got the letter today.” Holding the piece of paper up, I make my approach.

He sits low in his chair, hips all the way forward and long legs spread wide. My eyes can't help but rake up his form, from his lap where his hand rests on his thigh, up his bare torso and landing on the mask hiding his face. Tattoos on display, and freckles painting the tops of his shoulders.

Normally I wouldn't think twice about plopping myself on his lap. But this all feels too intimate. I'm pretty sure I don't have a thing for masks, but knowing it's him underneath the Ghost cosplay is setting me ablaze. I stand directly in front of him, just between his knees to read the letter.

As I'm reading I don't realize my left leg has risen to rest on his thigh, bent at the knee. A warm hand on the top of my thigh just below the hem of my skirt makes me suddenly aware of just how I am encroaching on his space.

“Uh, so yeah, I'm in! I can't believe I'm actually in!” “I already knew they would love you bunny. You're so good.” He spoke for the first time and his voice is lower and deeper than usual, getting husky with his last statement.

A noise from his computer cuts through the haze, his stream friends are waiting for him. I bite my lip and sit the letter down on the desk, placing both my hands at the top of his chest. My fingers rest against the chain around his neck, the cold material a stark contrast to his hot skin. His hand on my thigh slides up slightly as I lean in, planting a kiss on the mask. I move my head close to his ear and give my best sultry whisper.

“I'll let you get to your stream, sweet boy.” I pull away, making a show of letting one of my hands trail down his torso as I bring myself back to standing. Instead of turning to walk away I opt to back away slowly, drinking as much of him like this as I can. My hands interlocked behind my back, a subconscious move to keep me from reaching out for him more. “I've got an early morning, I'll see you tomorrow.” “You can count on it, bunny.”

I reluctantly make my way out of the room, eyes never leaving his form until the door blocks my line of sight. For once, I don't care if he knows the effect he has on me. Instead, I want him to know.

Downstairs I share the news with the rest of the guys. “Congrats bunny!” Matt says, not knowing the sultry way that nickname fell from Noah’s masked lips just moments before. Each of the boys congratulate me and pull me into an array of tight hugs before I leave for the night.

My car feels quiet and empty. I turn on some music, body still hot and mind cloudy. Pulling out of the driveway, “The Feels” by Labrinth and Zendaya plays.

That boy will be the death of me.

[abigails-gf]

abby anderson x f!reader.

a/n: hi! (i couldn't find the original ask in my inbox so here's a screenshot!^^) it's been so long since i last wrote something. so i apologize if this isn't as good as my other work! <33 (also hope it's ok i made it an f!reader !!) since anon didn't specify what reader might be insecure about, i went with things i've been insecure of lately: my body and all of my friends making progress (having jobs, going back to school) etc. while i struggle to get a job, haha. so, ehm... sorry if this isn't so good. i hope you like it though !! please don't be shy, send me requests! i seriously need to get back into writing !! and any feedback is welcomed!! 🫶🏻🫶🏻 mwaah ! 💌

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"baby, hurry. we're gonna be late." abby said, coming out of the bathroom. you were standing in front of your shared closet, staring at it.

abby looked at you and sighed. "what's wrong?"

you two had been invited to dine out with a few friends, to celebrate one of your closest friends' getting the job they wanted.

you shook your head. "i have nothing to wear." you answered. she chuckled. "kiddin' me? half of our closet is yours." she walked towards you while buttoning her shirt. "c'mon, what's wrong?" she asked once more.

you looked down at the clothes scattered on the floor. "nothing fits me the way i want it to fit. nothing. i look awful in all my clothes! i don't even fit in some of them!" you finally let out, frustrated, on the brink of tears.

abby hugged you. you hugged her back tightly. "i'm ugly, my clothes don't fit me anymore. i don't fucking know what to wear!" you cried. abby hugged you and rubbed your back. "shh, s'alright. don't be so mean to my girl." she whispered.

you both stayed in silence for a moment before you pulled away, looking down at your body. "what am i supposed to do? go out naked?" you sat down on the bed. "what now? i'm supposed to go and celebrate my friend getting a new job while i've been struggling to find one for years? supposed to pretend i'm doing okay, feeling good?" you scoffed, tears falling down your cheeks.

abby sat down next to you.

"hey, hey. look at me." abby spoke softly. you looked into her eyes and took a deep breath. "we don't have to go if all of this overwhelms you, okay? i can just call them and say one of us is sick." you shook your head.

"we all go at our own pace. s'not your fault it's harder for you to find a job. it's not your fault people don't answer your applications or reject you. okay? you're doin' your best, sweetheart. i've seen you overwork yourself, trying to perfect your CV, rehearsing for interviews. you're doing the best you can. i promise." she smiled softly, taking your hand in hers. "as for your clothes not fitting you..." she looked at the floor filled with clothes. "it's not your fault either." she looked back into your eyes. "clothes are meant to fit you, not the other way around. okay?" you calmed down a little. "if these clothes don't make you feel pretty, we can go and get you some new ones. new ones that will fit you, and make you feel as pretty are you are." you nodded.

"you're the most beautiful woman i know, sweetheart. prettiest girl." she said to you. "and you work so hard. it's not your fault if people can't see that, it's not your fault if people can't see your potential. you're doing your best and that's what matters most. alright?" you smiled a little, her words cheering you up a little.

"now, we're gonna pick out some clothes from your closet. some you feel comfortable in, and then we'll go out and have some fun. and tomorrow we can sort out the clothes that don't fit you anymore. how's that sound?"

abby always knew how to calm you down, to reassure you. she always knew what to say.

"sounds good." you said. you kissed abby's cheek. "thank you for always putting up with me." she chuckled and kissed your forehead. "no, thank you for trusting me, baby."

she helped you pick an outfit, helped you do your hair. she made sure you felt comfortable in how you looked, made sure you felt somewhat pretty. she held your hand at dinner, encouraged you to tell your friends about the interviews you did and how they went.

they told you the same thing she had told you earlier "it's their loss if they can't see the potential you have."

you all spent a nice evening, around a nice dinner, talking about your lives. abby was glad to see her girlfriend feeling better, talking proudly about her progress.

abby knew how hard it was for you, to speak positively about yourself. she was proud that you managed to do so tonight.

[theocddiaries]

Shadow: Are you kidding me? Are you telling me you won't go a little bit out of your way for me, after everything I've done for you? Rouge: …Is this about the car? Shadow [blinks]: Are you screwing with me? Yes! This is about the car! And how I got arrested for you, and how I lost my license for you, and how I have to carpool with Towers for you, and how, all this time, Sonic's saying how stupid I am for doing all this for you. Rouge: I didn't ask you to do any of those things for me. I could have talked my way out of a ticket. I'm pretty. Besides, I said thank you. What else do you want from me? Shadow: How about a little appreciation? [sighs]: You know what? Forget it. I'm done protecting you. Sonic was right. As a matter of fact, I'm going to court tomorrow, and you're coming with me. And I'm gonna tell the judge exactly what happened. And if he wants to take away your license, you know what I'm gonna do? I'm gonna stand up, and applaud him. You know why? 'Cause you don't deserve a license, you don't deserve anything. Rouge: Okay, then, thanks a lot! [leaves in a huff] Sonic [smirking]: I enjoyed that. I really did. Shadow: I'm sure you did… Sonic: Especially the part where you said, "Sonic was right." Shadow: Whatever… [Tails comes in the kitchen] Shadow: Hey, Tails, you know what? You're not going to the science camp. Your brother was so busy being right that he forgot to send in the application. Tails: WHAT?! Shadow [to Sonic]: Enjoy that.

[fictoculus]

as a cyno fan, i really loved your work "they're crying... but why" aaaaaa can i request for another cyno x reader one where cyno cried and theres reader who tried to comfort him? thanks a lot!

౨ৎ crying hcs; reverse comfort...

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FEAT... cyno

A/N... thanks so much for the request, i'm glad you liked my writing! i was slightly confused by your prompt (which isn't your fault dw ^^) so i decided to do heacanons with how you (reader) would comfort him and how he would act when upset rather than reasons why he's crying, i hope that's ok ♡

♪ it's very rare for cyno to let you see him when he cries, so when he's stood infront of you, shoulders slumped over and shaking, your heart ached.

♪ the two of you would stand for a moment, you being frozen with shock, cyno being too embarrassed to mutter a word. only when he starts to break down more do you snap yourself out of it, holding your arms out for him to lean into your chest; which he did.

♪ he seemed almost timid when he entered your arms, hiding his face in your chest, but not wrapping himself around you. instead, he stood with his arms stiff at his sides, his head buried in your shirt.

♪ you, however, do hold him, squeezing him slightly and rubbing circles on his back, whispering sweet nothings in his ear as he let out choked sobs.

"you're ok, shhh, everything's gonna be ok..." "i love you... so much" "just let it all out, love, cry as much as you need"

♪ eventually, he does calm down, his breathing evening out, his shoulders no longer trembling under your touch. his face is still pressed into your chest though, and you can feel the dampness of his tears against you. you didn't mind, of course, but cyno made sure to apologise once he pulled away, wiping his face with his hands and sighing deeply

"i'm- sorry about that... i think i'm going to head back out, there are some things i need to finish up..." "no, stay"

♪ you'd insist, keeping a firm grip on his wrist as he tried to walk away; there's no way in teyvat that you'd let him keep working when he'd come to you crying.

♪ pulling him back towards you, you rest your hands on his shoulders, scanning his face for any signs of discomfort before kissing his nose. a few stray tears began to roll down his cheeks, but you kissed them away before he had the chance to wipe them away himself.

"you looked so... so broken when you came in, cyno. i can't let you go back out there when you're this upset... so please, stay?"

♪ he sighs, nodding meekly and looking into your eyes, seeing only a look of pure adoration...

"don't- don't look at me like that..." "like what?" "like that" "love, i think you're going to have to be more specific i-" "[name]" "alright, alright, i'm sorry"

♪ you apologise, stiiffling your laugh as you slide your hands down from his shoulders, intertwining your fingers with his. gently, you pull him behind you, taking the two of you to the bedroom where you'd cuddle until the sun sets.

♪ cuddles with cyno are more comforting and more cozy than any rainy evening, or any hot chocolate, or book, or candle; archons, it was better than all of those combined. the way he hugs you is just perfect, and he looks so pretty with his hair all in his face. you love his bedhead, being able to tuck stray hairs behind his ear is the thing you looks forward to every morning.

♪ however, because your poor boyfriend was upset, and probably feeling quite vulnerable, you decided to be the one holding him; wrapping your arms around his waist and pulling him into you, nestling your face in his hair and taking in his scent. he was quite flustered, to say the least, thinking you weren't aware of his flushed pink cheeks, or the way he jolted slightly when he felt your hands snaking around him.

"is this ok?" "... yes, just, don't let go, 'kay?" "i won't, i promise... get some sleep, love, you can tell me all about it tomorrow" "goodnight, [name], i love you" "i love you, cyno, sleep well"

♪ and with that, you kiss him goodnight, shuffling around slightly to find the perfect position, pulling the covers up so that they're just below cyno's nose, making sure he was comfortable before you let yourself drift off to sleep...

thanks for reading ♡ want to read more? my requests are OPEN, so please feel free to let me know what you'd like me to write next!

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[five-oh-thirst]

Has anyone asked for Desires of the Flesh (wolfpack BDSM) yet???? 👀👀👀🫦 that sounds..... nnghhhhh 🤤

I'M ON MY KNEES BEGGING FOR MORE!!! 🙏🏻

Oof, sorry about the late response on this one 😅 I got super busy and didn't have time to sit down with it, but @indira-korr also sent in an ask for it in the meantime, so it's good!

Okay, so Desires of the Flesh, which I'm pretty sure I changed to Guilty Pleasures, but didn't change my Google Doc title (whoops!), started here, and was continued here.

It's a poly-wolfpack fic set in a semi-modern AU where Wolffe owns a gentleman's club. Sinker and Boost both work for Wolffe and are in a primary romantic relationship with each other but also have a secondary BDSM-type relationship with Wolffe. Other members of the wolfpack work there as well.

As much as Wolffe enjoys his relationship with Sinker and Boost, he craves having a dedicated sub of his own that he can play with and enjoy without extra restrictions. That's when he has Sinker send out help wanted ads to try and lure in prospective "employees" who might be interested in it.

Cue Comet walking in to submit his job application. He's a sweet kid, single, and sexually curious, so Sinker thinks he'd be a great candidate, but Comet is a little on the shy side. He's hesitant about the revealing uniform and the type of work, but he needs the money, and at least it won't be boring.

After Comet has been working there for a bit and became good friends with Sinker, Wolffe decides to approach Comet about becoming his sub. Comet is cautiously curious about it, and Wolffe explains it to him, gives him literature, and shows him an example contract. Comet eventually agrees, builds a contract with Wolffe, and signs it.

This is going to be a very sweet and spicy fic. Comet is just built to be a sweetheart, and Wolffe is so patient with him, but he's also a dom, which means they have LOTS of sex 😏

I don't have much more written, but here's the second half of Sinker and Comet's conversation from one of the other posts:

After a few more seconds, Sinker stood back up and handed two pieces of clothing to Comet, a pair of ripped jean shorts, and a crop top. "Here. These should fit."

Comet blinked as he grabbed the clothes. He unfolded the shorts and placed them against the pants he was wearing. "Uh… I think these are too small."

Sinker leaned over the counter to look. "Nah, those will be perfect. Go try them on. Oh, and take your boxers off, or it'll look weird."

Comet sighed and walked off to the restrooms to try on his new uniform. If that's what he could call it. He awkwardly walked back out of the restroom and towards the bar, covering his exposed stomach and blushing along the way.

"So," Sinker said with a smile. "Whaddya think?"

Comet adjusted the crotch of the shorts. "Feels like my balls are gonna fall out."

"That's how it's supposed to feel," Sinker said. "You're a waiter. Gotta look pretty for our guests."

Comet fidgeted with the loose strings at the hem of the shorts and tugged them down a bit. "They're… The guests aren't going to touch me, are they?"

Sinker chuckled. "Absolutely not. We have a 'look but don't touch' policy, and anyone who breaks that policy is dealt with by the owner."

"Who's the owner?" Comet asked, visibly relaxing a bit.

Sinker gestured with a nod behind Comet, and Comet turned around. He was taken aback by the stoic man lounging in one of the booths, sipping on his drink. "His name's Wolffe."

"He looks…" Comet wasn't sure what he wanted to say. The man was both intimidating and intriguing. A mysterious air floated around him, one that wanted to lure him in like a sailor to a siren's song.

Sinker laughed. "Curious already?"

"What?" Comet said, breaking from his train of thought. "No!"

"Mhm," Sinker hummed with a knowing grin. "There'll be plenty of time for curiosity later. Read through the employee manual and let me know if you have any questions. You start tomorrow night."

Comet nodded his thanks, took the manual, and left. He could feel eyes burning into his as he walked out, still in his new uniform that he should've changed out of before leaving but was too flustered to do so. That man, the owner, Wolffe, was staring at him with dark eyes full of mystery as his hips swayed up and down with every footstep. Something told him to leave and never come back, but another part of him was too curious to back out just yet.

[mamawasatesttube]

You know what you’re right actually. Can I change my “what’s cookin good lookin’ “ prompt to KonBart? That’s clearly the more correct application of that prompt.

also prompted by @pteropodidaes!! thank you ♥

Bart's arrival is heralded by two things. First, a gust of wind that rattles the pans hanging above the cooktop, nearly sends Ma's cookbook flying off the counter, and whips the curtains all over the window.

And second—

Smack!

"Heeeyyy! It smells so good in here, wow. What's cookin', good lookin'?"

Kon pinches the bridge of his nose. "For the love of god, Bart, have some manners! You can't just go smacking people's asses in their grandma's kitchens. I have dignity—"

"No, you don't," Bart interrupts, grinning. He grabs Kon's shoulders and hops up, slings his legs around his hips, and hangs on like a human backpack as Kon keeps whisking the glaze in the bowl in front of him.

Kon can't quite hide the fond smile that tugs at his mouth, no matter how exasperated he's trying to be, and wraps a band of TTK around Bart to hold him more securely. "Okay, I don't have dignity, you got me. But I have standards."

"Mmm, maybe." Bart hooks his chin over Kon's shoulder and peers at the bowl. "Honestly, the real reason I gotta stop smacking your ass when I run in here is your stupid invulnerability! That hurts at high speeds, you know. Anyway, what're you making, huh? I thought you said you were gonna cook something with all that zucchini from Max's garden, but it smells really good in here, so there's no way you actually used it—"

"I so did," Kon says smugly. "There's zucchini bread in the oven, and this is the glaze to go on it when it dries—vanilla with a pinch of cinnamon, y'see." He scoops a dollop out of the bowl on his finger and holds it up for Bart to taste. "It's good, try some?"

Bart obediently licks it off his finger. Kon turns his head just in time to watch his entire face light up, and laughs as he walks to the sink to wash his hand.

"Okay, that is really good, but—you're putting cinnamon vanilla glaze on zucchini? What the fuck?" Bart makes an incredulous noise. "Gross!"

Kon snickers. "You haven't ever had zucchini bread before, have you."

"Uh, no, but it sounds gross. I'm sooo sick of zucchini. Max keeps harvesting like a bajillion of them! Helen's taking them to work by the bagful and forcing her coworkers to take them!" Bart rests his chin on Kon's shoulder again. "If you actually made it not taste like zucchini, maybe it'll be okay, though. Maybe."

"It's a Martha Kent tried-and-true, family-approved recipe, if that makes you feel any better." Kon dries his hands on his apron and reaches up to ruffle Bart's hair. "But I bet you're gonna love it."

"We'll see," Bart says dourly. He butts his head into Kon's hand like a cat.

"You yourself said it smells good," Kon points out. He effortlessly plucks Bart from his back with a twist of TTK and plops him onto the counter instead, leans in, and pecks his forehead. "Trust me, Imp. You're in for a treat."

Bart hums, hooks both legs around Kon's waist again, and lightning-fast, snatches the whisk out of the bowl of glaze to lick it clean. "Okay, okay. I guess you haven't let me down yet, chef."

"Yet?" Kon repeats indignantly. He bops Bart on the nose and snatches the whisk away; Bart lunges for it, and Kon catches him around the waist and plops him right back down on the counter.

"Yeah, yet! I dunno if you're gonna make something super gross tomorrow!" Bart grabs for the whisk again. "Oh, come on, you were done with that anyway!"

"Mostly done," Kon corrects, and Bart playfully kicks him.

When the timer finally beeps and he turns to take the zucchini bread out of the oven, they're both still laughing.

♥ angst/fluff prompts ♥

[carrickbender]

Sunday(a 7)

- So it's been a busy week. The mill called, and I'm now working 2 security shifts a week at the guard shack for a good wage. It's a start, and the CEO is talking January to commence the restart process. I've had 1 job interview that I crushed, one company that I really think would be a great fit hot on my heels, and another bridge job interviewing tomorrow. All of you sending your good energy, yall are making this road so much easier. Much love!!!

- in a related note, I'm also going in tomorrow to start my emergency substitute teacher application. My mom, who is a funny one, teaches locally and her words were, "you could work every day here and it'll keep you going". If nothing else, I'll be up and running with that by January, and between a couple nights at the mill and that, we will be just fine.

- H, being the squirrel she is, has come through with some $$$ for the house and I've never been more thankful that my partner is as committed to our goals as I am. I'm just glad, to be honest...

- I missed @jackiesayz when she was up here , and was so close by... H has been so sick, and the day I really wanted to get in touch we had to go to urgent care. She's fine now, thankfully, but I really wanted to meet up. Next time, and next time you and your sister are coming out for salmon!!!! (And for anyone else, that goes for you too!!!!)

- So 2 weeks ago, I finally saw my urologist and he literally was in the room for 5 mins. And the more I think about it, the more angry I become... Take a little time to listen to your patients, because if I'm telling you that it hurts to urinate but I don't have an STI and you still don't think anything is wrong with me? Yeah, I probably will go elsewhere.

- I almost got in 2 car accidents today, one of which almost ended up with a fight...

Speeding in parking lots. Don't do it...

Anyhow, there have already been 2 house fires TONIGHT in my funny little town, one had a possible, and I'm going to blame the moon. People are just feral...

- my mom turns 65 in December,and it's kinda messing me up. Her parents died pretty young thanks to tobacco(and her mom could have prevented her stroke with some lifestyle changes), so it's hitting her too. I just would really like to have both of my parents to hang around so that both can be ancestors for Henry and not ghosts. I mean, for the first time, it feels like both actually respect the person I've become and am becoming. I just want them to hold on a bit longer... selfish, isn't it?

Anyhow, bless you if you are still reading this. I wasn't kidding when I said your thoughts and energy were helping. I'm gonna put on a little music, drink some water, eat a cookie, set the fawcet on a drip, then go to bed. Much love to you all, and peace be with you.

[lilislegacy]

Hello! I got more percabeth/hoo in general songs for ya!

Ok I'm gonna let my old weeb self shine for a second here lol, I saw someone else send in some anime openings so here

Both of the opening songs for souleater.

I know it's a fairly old anime at this point, but the songs still go hard

The originals in Japanese are great but for this application I'm gonna talk about the English translations (attached below)

First Resonance,

This is just all of heros of Olympus. Specifically lines like

"I can't promise there will be tomorrow

So let's just live in today

But if we just belive that we can end the sorrow

Our souls will find a new way"

That just fits the whole vibe of hoo

Ok second Paper moon

This is sooooo percabeth

Specifically lines like

"Before I met you I was lost, convinced myself that I could live alone in darkness

Yet, still, you stood beside me

Resounding, your words filled my empty heart

You finally saved me"

The plot of the anime has a lot to do with souls being bound to each other and if that's not percabeth idk what is

Ok weeb moment over lol, these songs came on shuffle in my "guilty pleasure" Playlist lol

https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=39oFFwVqfEI&si=kvOcITHk62F-yxqw

https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=F67ltewQkao&si=zodacDfeg0B-Za5Y

thanks for the ask @invadericee!

i don’t watch anime so i dont know much about the songs, but those lyrics are really fitting! and from listening, to me they both give blood of olympus vibes lol. just mass chaos. i love it

thank you for these!!

[puddingvalkyrie]

Send help, they're being too cute.

Edit: some preceding events here and here

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“Victor! You’re back!” his Uncle greeted him. “And your hair is... blue. Did you... Did you know your hair is blue?”

“L-Lucinda painted it for me!” he replied, beaming. “I-It’s not permanent, but sh-she said it can be next time. I-I just need to pick what colour I want.”

“You look pleased with yourself. That’s new,” Aurelia observed, ruffling his hair. “Nice hair, kiddo. Were you with Lucinda all afternoon? We wondered where you’d gone.”

“Y-yes, I w-went to her house, a-and we watched an anime. D-did you know about anime? I-it’s art that moves! Th-there’s voices and everything!”

Aurelia put her hands together in front of her face for a minute, smiling lopsidedley. Then she giggled and ruffled his hair even harder. “Kiddo, I’m Japanese.”

“Y-yes?”

“Anime comes from Japan? It’s just the Japanese word for animation.”

“Oh. Th-that’s why M- Cinders w-was so excited to go there.” He rubbed an arm. “Th-that makes sense. The m-manga is all in Japanese, too. I j-just thought the y-yokai brought only Japanese ones b-because they’re Japanese.”

“Nope.”

“I-I thought I knew quite a bit about Earth, f-from reading books, but i-it’s completely different being there.”

“That’s right. A good lesson to learn. So what else did you do?”

“W-we went for a w-walk in the park,” he said. “A-and I finished my college application. W-we’re going to go hand it in tomorrow.”

“Three Earth trips in such a short time?” Aurelia said. “You’ll be an expert soon enough. So where you going tomorrow?”

“S-Stratford-Upon-Avon.”

“Oh, it’s wonderful there!” his uncle chimed in. “THAT’S where the college is?”

“I-It’s partly there and partly o-on Anima. You’ve been?”

“Yes, that’s where Will is from. I’ve visited a few times. You must be careful, though. Don’t use too much magic.”

“I-I know...”

“Ah. Yes, so you do.”

“That reminds me.” Aurelia turned to Tyrian. “Did you tell him?” She turned back to Victor. “I can’t be your donor this month.” She thumbed in Tyrian’s direction. “Husband beat you to it.” Tyrian looked scandalised.

“I-I know,” Victor replied. “I-It’s not a problem.”

“Well, look at you!” Aurelia took his face in both hands and leaned her forehead to his, smiling so wide, the top of her head might’ve fallen off. “I’m so proud of you!”

“Th-thank you...” He felt warm all over, and he knew he was blushing. But it wasn’t embarrassment. For once.

She kissed his forehead a few times. “Blegh, face paint!” She recoiled, laughing. “I guess I spoiled that a bit. But you get the idea.”

“I-I do,” he said, smiling almost as wide as she was. He couldn’t wait until tomorrow.

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Context for new readers: Victor is vampire from a planet that is not Earth. To most Otherworlders, 'Earth' is just one big, weird, distant country, almost. (If they thought about it they'd realise of course there's multiple peoples and countries there, but tbh they barely think about Earth at all)

Yokai (like Aurelia) are originally from Earth though, so they tend to have a lot more knowledge about it.

Note: I'm just posting lil bits of things as I go, which I normally wouldn't do. I will need to reread ALL SIX OTHER VDBIF BOOKS to double check I didn't mess up any continuity before this is finished. Which is gonna take a while.

So if you see any continuity errors, shhhh no you didn't

[shdwtouch]

anyway idk how much I'll be here tomorrow and thursday because of Plans™. tomorrow I have therapy (gonna give her a couple gifts for the holidays and I'm excited!) plus I'm turning in my job application at the game shop. then on thursday we're spending the day out uwu;

I will be here via mobile most likely ♡ feel free to poke me on discord ( sealsnoot ) ! I'm officially out of class so I will hopefully have less anxiety and more energy to be social.

and ofc, pls follow my new bab >> @shegrown !! she's just a sideblog and still kinda a wip but I'm excited and want to share her with yall owo

anyway. sending yall good vibes ♡ remember to hydrate !!

[bots-and-cons]

So...

I'm just gonna put the stuff you guys need to know here and vent a bit later in the post. The deal is, I don't really know what's going on with me, so I'll be taking a bit of a break, about a week or so I'm hoping. I'm still planning on opening the requests somewhere around seven in the evening tomorrow (Finland time, I don't remember the time zone but probably EET at this time of year), so it would be about 32 hours from now. I'll make an announcement post tomorrow when I open the requests, so maybe turn on notifications for this blog so you don't miss it, if you want to send a request. The requests will be open for 24 hours or a bit more, depending on how many request I get.

Me complaining starts here, so if you don't want to read, don't.

Like I said, I don't really know what's going on with me at the moment. I feel irritated and overwhelmed with pretty much everything, and I don't know what's causing it. I've got major impostor syndrome about the whole "I'm pretty sure I've go autism thing", because what if I don't? What if I just came up with all this stuff and started acting like I'm autistic because I thought I have autism? I don't have an official diagnosis, and Idk if I even want to go through the whole process for that, but I'm gonna talk about it with my psychiatrist next week.

I mean I'm like 99% sure I have autism, because I've been doing research and looking back on my life for almost the last year. I've also been talking to family and long time friends too and as long as I just ask about things without mentioning it's related to autism, they've confirmed a lot of the stuff I can't remember myself. My BFF of 17 years also got her ADHD diagnosis recently, so I'm starting to understand why she's the only friend I can stand regularly, and who doesn't cause my social battery to die immediately. It's the same for her with me, and neither of us has other friends who we are in contact with regularly.

I'm also waiting for the school acceptance email. It's supposed to come on 15th of June at the latest, and I'm pretty nervous about it. I did get all the credits I needed on time, and I also did the whole application thing on time, so it should be fine. I just won't stop stressing about it until I get the email, no matter which way it goes. I'm really looking forward to going to school in the fall, and I hope I get accepted to the degree program.

I hope you're all doing well and even thought I'm stressed, I'm actually doing pretty good :D

[purplesurveys]

1904

Have you had more hot or cold drinks today? Cold. I don't really like hot drinks.

What's a name you like that's similar to yours? The only similar name I can think of and that I like is Rowan, for a girl.

Where did you get the last plate/bowl you ate with from? I'm currently eating tuna sashimi salad from a paper bowl that the restaurant I ordered from provided.

How's your mental health today? Not too shabby. I've been rattled the last couple of weeks for various reasons, but I think it's all mellowed down now and it also helps that it's Friday again.

What bands and artists did you listen to when you were a teenager? So the #1 band in my heart then, now, and always will be Paramore, but I also got way way into punk rock because of CM Punk. In the bus to and from school, I would listen to Against Me!, Rancid, H2O, The Bouncing Souls...basically all of his favorites that he used to plug on social media all the time at the time. I also really liked Killswitch Engage.

Do your feelings get hurt easily? Idk, it depends on what's thrown at me. I don't care how people think of me for the most part, and being called out does not bother me; but I do get bothered when I am talked to in a way that the other person is clearly thinking that I'm stupid.

What sort of restaurant did you last eat at? Does food delivery count? I ordered Japanese tonight.

Do you have a friend who's always sending you TikTok videos? Do you actually watch them? I'm pretty sure my close friends occasionally would, but I never open my TikTok messages hahaha.

Have you ever seen a cougar in the wild? Nope.

Will you attend a wedding in the next 3 months? Nope.

Are you good at following instructions? In general, yeah. As long as I can read the instructions or have visual aid as either is how I prefer to pick up details.

What's your backyard or outdoor area like? Apart from being paved and having a basketball stand/net/hoop (what do you even call the whole thing?), there's not much else to it really. We have our cars parked nearby as well, and my dad's newest baby - his motorcycle - is by the backyard too.

Do you like your boss? (or your last boss if you don't currently have one? I like Trina, and I'm gonna miss her when she leaves.

When was the last time you took a selfie? Tuesday.

What did you have for breakfast yesterday? I didn't eat anything yesterday until 1 PM.

What do you do to entertain yourself on a long flight or journey? The 'longest' I've experienced was like 3.5 hours lol, but in any case I like downloading YouTube videos offline so I don't go crazy sitting down. It's also why a part of me, while excited at the prospect of traveling the world, also kind of dreads it because I can't imagine being on a plane for any longer than 5 hours... :/ Where are you right now? In my room.

Have you ever done a hearing test? I don't think so.

Do you hate small talk? Well, no. Sometimes it has to happen. The only aspect of it I would find awkward by is if the other person barely makes an effort to reply or make conversation.

What's the hottest temperature your current town/city has ever had? I'm not sure tbh, maybe somewhere around the 40s?

What programs/applications do you currently have open on the device you're using right now? I usually have only Chrome open on this laptop anymore.

How many steps per day do you do, generally? When I work from home, which takes up most of my time, nothing over 200. But then I'll have my event days or days out, and my steps for those can range anywhere between 3,000 to 8,000.

Have you had any snacks today? Nope, just full meals.

What's the next thing you'll tick off your to-do list? I'll need to take Agi to the groomers tomorrow because that boy's fur has gotten long and STINKY lmao.

Have you ever had a chia pet? No.

What's your favourite sandwich filling? Pulled pork.

Do you have any nieces or nephews? I don't.

What was the last reason you saw a doctor? Needed to take my annual medical exam.

Do you use light mode or dark mode on your phone? Dark.

[plasmamembranes]

I'm seeing my gf tomorrow/technically later today I'm so excited I'm gonna pee. Idk if I should wear my plain black regular loose t-shirt or my plain black v neck shirt that's a little tighter. I have to be up in less than 5 hours for an exam but im playing outfits :3

She was commending my efforts at how many fucking phone calls I make and emails I send to save money on shit like waiving my $40 application to university or waiving the $100 orientation fees. I'm taking her out to dinner at a nice place with this money I don't have butliterally nothing matters but her and she deserves it c:

[disdaidal]

I can't remember the last time I've cried this hard, but I guess it was time.

So my new school is pretty much now pressuring me to find a place to train at, which is not stressful at all, because the workplace I went for an interview last week hasn't returned my calls or my email, despite the principal initially seemed genuinely interested in my application.

Thing is, I wouldn't be this stressed out at all but my new teacher made it pretty clear today that next week is gotta be the deadline for that contract - otherwise my studies really aren't going anywhere.

I also missed my doctor's appointment yesterday because I missed the train. I had to wait for that appointment for 3 fucking months, and because it's related to my financial situation (I'm really trying not to get more student debt, especially with the way how I've been and how I barely managed to keep my shit together during pandemic). Luckily I was able to talk on the phone with her and the social worker, but my new appointment was rescheduled at the end of the month. I also talked to my nurse on the phone a little after that; a nurse who I haven't seen in the last six months because all our appointments have been cancelled at the last minute. So I got a new one in September.

My sleeping schedule has been pretty much fucked up all July-August, and for the last two days that I've been going to the city and attending these classes, I've slept like 6 hours in total these two days. Both days I've come home feeling extremely drained (besides those 6 hrs in total, I napped all evening yesterday). And last night I slept something like 2 hours before school and when I finally got back by train a couple of hours ago, I tried to sleep on the train but I felt so nauseated that I thought I was gonna hurl. Needless to say, my car ride back home was all but fun.

When I finally got home and laid down in my bed for a while, I started crying. Like I know it's probably because I've literally slept like 2hrs last night and it wasn't even a deep sleep, so, think I've just had it. My body and brain couldn't take it anymore.

But when I was on the train, I was going to call the school's office (the one I went to that interview for), but naturally their calling hours had already ended at 2pm. I also thought about sending another email but like I said, I felt extremely tired and anxious; making more phone calls and sending more emails when I'm feeling this way really isn't the way I want to go again. Especially since I already tried both on Monday when they were supposed to inform me last Friday, and I haven't got any response since. Which is not very nice to be honest (my new teacher did comment it's kind of unprofessional of them, and I gotta agree a little bit there).

But seriously, the only thing that's even made my last two school days tolerable, were the other students in my class. I kind of took up smoking again (bad habit I know) because of all this stress and shit that's been going on with me lately, so at least it was an easy way to get to know some of our other students, and got to spend some time with them, so at least I didn't have deal with my worries all alone. Our Moroccoan student (whom I've talked a lot with; I got along with him already on our entrance examination on May) tried to encourage me today when we were smoking, and even said I could try and apply to the same place he works at - which is working with immigrants mostly. Since I did choose international studies as one of my optional subjects, that could also work, because sooner or late I'm gonna have to work/train at a place like that anyway.

But obviously my first and foremost goal right now is try to find a place near where I live because obviously traveling isn't cheap, and I might indeed have a couple of places around here in mind that I could ask for training opportunities.

In any case, if I don't get an answer by tomorrow (we'll have another long school day so I probably won't have any time to be making extra phone calls anywhere), I think I'm just gonna ditch this thing and start calling other places on Monday.

If this is how it's gonna be and I'm on a strict deadline here, I don't suppose there's any other choice. I'm not willing to give up just yet - though I admittedly thought of that for a moment, too. Since I've become somewhat depressed lately again, clearly, and that must have something to do with my bpd. Which is fucking *nice* because right now I'm supposed to be active and efficient so I can actually get shit done and get my studies properly started - and yet right now, I'm feeling all but that.

So I guess I'll go to another class tomorrow - we have a special day anyway as we're visiting a local museum at the end of the day, so. Maybe I can try to forgive myself for being the way I am and give this whole thing a rest until weekend. And if the teacher asks about it tomorrow as she might, I'm just gonna say I'm going try again on Monday.

Cause I really don't see any other choice right now. But again, I'm really not lying about this. I'm not feeling my best right now, and this kind of pressure and stress is not doing me any favors.

[glacierruler]

Neopronouns swag what projects do you got cooking

-Easy

I've got 1 Sanders Sides Big Bang that I'm hoping to work on, I can't talk much about it, but it's been fun to think on.

I'm also trying to work on a collaborative SaSi fic, where people send prompts and I write the chapters. Based on the poll I put out people do seem interested, but that side blog hasn't gotten anything yet.

I'm also painting a lot, I'm hoping to jury into a gallery during April!

I'm also trying to get enough money to get my car an oil change. It really doesn't help that I don't have a job tho- but I am trying to open up more commissions on my ko-fi for that.

I don't have wifi(I'm using mobile data to type this), but the public library isn't too far from my house, so getting there isn't a huge issue. When I go there tomorrow I'll be updating my pfp and sending out an animation I've been working on. As well as setting up digital art commissions instead of just painting ones. Since I don't have to limit that to just the US(shipping is a nightmare).

I have to wait until Friday to show this, but the Sanders Sides themed dress I made is practically done! Just have to wash it, but the fabric glue said to wait a week after application, and since I don't want to take chances I'm waiting to wash it.

I'm gonna be in an art competition in February that the art gallery is holding, and I'm entering my college's writing contest as well!