#idk what to tag this as. Let me know if it needs more.

[dissociativewriter]

Unnatural Affinity- Part 3

Isekai!Reader x Love and Deepspace

wc: ~2.4k

cw: angst but not too bad this time, flirty/playful Zayne, after that he freaks out though and doesn’t speak much, reader questions her place and existence, talks of destiny, low self esteem honestly, idk if i like this part; not proofread

Synopsis: You���re trying to find your footing, but after a week in this new world, you’re still realizing just how different it is. Luckily (or maybe not so luckily?), you become distracted as Em invites her dear doctor friend over.

author’s note: I’m loving this series, it’s giving me so much inspiration! But I’m updating this way faster than I initially intended so I’m not really proofreading so I’m sorry if its not great :( ANYWAY I’m kind of figuring out where I want to go with it from here, but right now I’m just focusing on introducing each Love Interest. Writing playful Zayne is so fun, i wanna squish him :(

tag list: @animegamerfox @ixloom819 @magennta09 @an-ever-angry-bi @corvid007 @vigtore @ph1lo-s0ph1a @ameili @babyx91 @sadsaidthesadthing @bidisasterforevermore @liz9898 @iconoclastoc @elegantdeerlady @lifumi @auraficial @plzdonutpercieveme @dolledbunnytail (I hope I got everyone!)

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“What are you reading?” Em’s voice broke through your focus.

You glanced up at her through your lashes from your place cuddled up on the couch. You were sat near the window to take advantage of the sunlight, but now you could barely see Em’s face through the glare. You shifted slightly, the blanket wrapped around you nearly falling.

“Frankenstein,” you answered shortly, looking back to your book. You didn’t mean to come off as rude, but Em was very talkative all of the time and you weren’t close enough to maintain that. You needed some time to recharge, and Em was interrupting it.

Her brows drew together and she leaned closer to you, staring at the book cover. “What’s that?”

You looked back up at her incredulously, keeping your place with your hand. “You’ve… never heard of Frankenstein?”

Em shook her head with a frown. “Is that weird?” She asked.

“Frankenstein? By Mary Shelley? You know, the really influential and famous horror and science fiction book?” When met with another shake of the head, you let out a laugh in disbelief. “I mean, I get not knowing the plot, but not knowing the whole book…?”

Another laugh from you, and Em was pulling her phone from her back pocket. “Hold on, let me search it up…” A few moments pass filled with only the tapping of Em’s nails against the screen. Her frown only deepened as she continued to scroll. “There’s nothing here about Frankenstein or any Mary Shelley.” She looked back up at you curiously. “Where exactly did you get that book?”

You stood up, your blanket falling to the floor, Frankenstein forgotten on the arm of the couch. You yanked Em’s phone from her hand, scrolling through it with wide eyes. “That can’t be true,” you muttered.

Em was right, though. There was no sign of Frankenstein in this world. All that showed up was ‘Did you mean:’ posts and similar names, but no direct matches.

How could that be?

What else was different in this world?

If there was no Frankenstein, then what else that you knew so familiarly was forgotten?

You knew there would be some differences in the world of Love and Deepspace, but you’d thought you could adapt. Now, though, it felt like you were floundering. There were more differences than similarities, and you had no idea how to deal with it.

You had no idea who you were supposed to be.

“Are you alright?” Em’s hand come on your shoulder. “You look really pale.”

You took a shaky breath. “Yeah, I’m alright. I just feel a little light-headed, but it’s nothing.”

“Have you eaten today?” She chastised, already knowing the answer.

“No,” you admitted sheepishly.

Em sighed, already moving into the kitchen. “Sometimes I wonder how you lived before we moved in together. What do you do when I’m gone on missions? Do you just starve until I get back?” She moved around the kitchen efficiently, pulling foods and plates out of cabinets that you didn’t even know existed.

You really needed to learn your way around this apartment.

“You know, contrary to popular belief, I can take care of myself,” you laughed.

“Oh, really?” Em raised an eyebrow. “Then why don’t you?”

You went quiet at that. How were you supposed to respond? She was right, of course. Em was perceptible when it mattered. You had just never had someone to take notice of it and do something before.

How are you supposed to act when you’re being taken care of?

When someone you’ve only known for a week is putting in more effort than friends you’d known for a year.

You took the plate she handed you, muttering a quiet thanks that Em waved off.

Em carefully watched you chew, not interrupting you until you were about halfway through your plate.

“Would you mind if one of my friends came over?” She asked suddenly, eyes trained on your face for a reaction.

You stopped chewing, staring up at her. After quickly swallowing, you sighed. “Is it Tara? Because as much as I love her I don’t think I can—”

“No, it’s not Tara,” Em chuckled. “I wouldn’t ask her over today, I know you’re tired and she can be a lot. This friend of mine, though…” She looked at you hopefully. “He’s really quiet. Kind of similar to you, actually. He can be a little intimidating when you first meet him, but he’s really sweet!” Em stared at you expectantly.

“I’m not completely opposed,” you began, catching sight of Em’s excited smile. “But I’m not sold on the idea either!” You said quickly. “What friend is this?”

Em’s smile didn’t dim. “It’s my friend Zayne.”

A methodical knock on the door had Em springing from her seat next to you and smoothing down her shirt. You put your bookmark in Frankenstein, setting it on the table next to you. You nervously shifted on the couch, not wanting to greet Zayne at the door.

After what happened with Xavier, who knows what could happen with Zayne?

You weren’t really sure what was happening now that you were here, and you weren’t exactly sure you wanted to find out. Were you a problem? Disrupting the plot, distracting the budding romances, keeping Em away from her destiny?

What even was her destiny?

What was your destiny?

If you really were a part of this plot, a part of this world, and someone so close to Em, why hadn’t you been mentioned?

Practiced footsteps brought your gaze up, immediately finding a familiar pair of green eyes. You stood, leaving your blanket discarded on the couch as you offered your outstretched hand.

Zayne took it, a ghost of a smile spreading on his lips as he shook it. “So formal,” he chuckled.

“It’s out first time meeting,” you shrugged. “Isn’t this what you do when you meet new people?”

“I suppose, but I’ve shaken enough hands at the hospital. I’d like to greet you as a friend would.” He gave you a light smile. “How exactly would you do that? I’m afraid I haven’t had much experience in friendship,” he admitted.

As a friend? The stoic Doctor Zayne joking around and wanting to be your friend?

What was going on?

“I don’t know,” you muttered. “Whenever I see my friends, I usually just hug them.” You watched as the very tips of Zayne’s ears turned a fiery pink.

He cleared his throat. “Well, I don’t suppose we’re close enough for that yet.”

“I’m so glad you you guys are getting along!” Em said, oblivious to the slight tension between you and the doctor. “I was worried since you both are kind of awkward.” She laughed brightly.

“Yes, well, I wanted to…” Zayne hesitated as he looked back to you. “I wanted to make a good impression on your friends. I would hate to be disliked by someone close to you.”

“I don’t think it’s possible for someone to dislike you,” you chuckled. Zayne stared at you with wide eyes, causing heat to rise to your own cheeks. “I only mean because you’re so polite and funny,” you explained hastily.

Zayne looked away, a grin growing on his face. “There aren’t many who would consider me funny. Even Em has said I’m too serious.”

“It’s because you are!” She said accusatorially before stepping over to your side as if that would make you easy to convince. “He’s been like this ever since we were kids! Other kids were out, running in the streets and playing tag, and he was inside huddled up with a book!”

“Hey, don’t knock it ‘til you’ve tried it!” You said, walking over to Zayne. You leaned in close, whispering, “I was that kid, too. It’s not a bad thing to go against the status quo sometimes.”

He gave you a smile filled with relief. “I don’t think I’ve ever had anyone say that to me, or agree with my childhood decisions.”

You shrugged. “I don’t see why it’s an issue. Everyone wants you to express yourself, but then they get mad if you don’t do it the way they want.” You looked at him, searching his eyes. “At the end of the day, I think you just have to accept that you’re not going to please everyone. And it’s not your job to, either. Everyone has their own opinions and decisions to make, and I think you just need to do what makes you happy, instead of what makes other people happy.”

Zayne was silent for a moment. “Very wise words,” he murmured. “I suppose it is easy to neglect one’s own happiness in the pursuit of satisfying another’s.”

You nudged him with your shoulder, a playful smile growing on your face. “It’s alright to be a people pleaser, Doctor Zayne. Just don’t forget yourself.”

Em cleared her throat, earning her attention from you and Zayne. “Listen, this is all very sweet, but it’s also boring.” She made a face, scrunching her nose. “You guys can have your little therapy session later, but right now, I wanna do something. Can we play a game?” Em bounced lightly on her feet.

Zayne chuckled. “This wouldn’t be the first time you’ve called me a bore. What would you like to play?” Em put her hand on her chin, pretending to think on the question. “Not Kitty Cards, I hope.”

“No!” Em said quickly. When you snickered, a blush painted her cheeks. “I just mean, we’ve been playing so much lately. I’m sure you don’t want to play again.”

Zayne raised an eyebrow. “Oh? Are you certain it’s not because of your recent losing streak?”

“Alright, alright,” you said. “Let’s not be too mean. She is our friend, after all.”

He hummed, trying to hide his grin. “I suppose you’re right.”

“Why don’t we play that new game you just got?” you offered, looking to Em. “The one with the snowmen?”

Em made a squeak of excitement before scrambling over to her game console.

Zayne stared at you, his posture suddenly stiffening before it seemed like he reminded himself to relax. “Have we… met before?” He asked you.

You shook your head. “No, we haven’t.” You cocked your head. “Why?”

He shook his head softly. “It’s nothing.” When your gaze persisted, he sighed. “You just seem familiar somehow. Like I’ve known you somewhere.” The words caught in his throat, and his next sentence came out barely as a whisper. “Like I’ve loved you before.”

You gaped at him, unsure if you had even heard him correctly, before Em walked over and swept you both into the living room to all play her new game together. Em gripped your arm as she situated you right next to her, exclaiming something about how you two needed to stick together and beat Zayne.

You watched the hesitation on Zayne’s face as he saw the places left to sit. He considered simply sitting on the floor, but he ended up taking the seat next to you, a faint blush dusting his cheeks.

Not many words were spoken after that. Zayne’s posture returned to that of the Doctor, prim and proper. Em carried most of the conversation, and the few answers Zayne gave were short and clipped.

You glanced at Zayne during one of the loading screens, only for him to avoid your gaze.

Did he figure out you didn’t belong here?

It was dark by the time Zayne left, offering you a curt nod as he said goodbye. You and Em straightened up the apartment in silence, feeling the fatigue from the week and aching for sleep.

Once the room was presentable, Em led you to sit on the couch, with her sitting opposite you on the small coffee table. She looked away from you, rubbing her thighs with her palms.

She did that because you did that.

There was nothing about the MC rubbing her thighs when she was nervous before, but you’d been doing it for years.

What other traits or habits of yours were now Em’s?

“Can you tell me something?” She asked, looking up at you with downturned lips. Already expecting this, you nodded. She took a deep breath. “Did something happen between you and Zayne? Because he was really relaxed when he first came over, but then he started acting like how he acts in public and I just wanted to know if you maybe said something?” Em winced as she finished.

“I don’t think I said anything weird,” you shrugged. Now was not the time to tell her what he’d said, you thought. Not that there would ever be a good time, but maybe you wouldn’t have to tell her. Maybe the story would progress as it was supposed to. They would all love her, she would take her pick, and leave the others heartbroken.

And you would simply fade into the background.

Isn’t that what you were supposed to do?

Just be a plot device here and there, not have a Love Interest think he’s loved you before.

How did he expect you to react, anyway?

“That’s weird.” A pout grew on her face. “I wonder what freaked him out.”

Probably the fact that he acknowledged connection with someone other than you, you thought.

He wasn’t supposed to. He wasn’t supposed to.

He wasn’t supposed to.

You repeated the mantra in your head, trying to make yourself believe it.

This girl in front of you is the one he’s defied gods for, so who are you to get in between that?

She was the one that the story was about, not you. You weren’t even supposed to be here.

Would you be able to get back home?

Did you want to?

Maybe you could live here. Stay here. Carve out a life here.

Maybe you could find your own happy ending.

You shook your head.

You are not the priority protagonist.

You are an aid, a secondary character, a plot device. Someone to fade away.

What would happen if you went against that?

All you needed to do was help Em find her happy ending, and pray it doesn’t lead to your own downfall.

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[dollypopup]

honestly? I think Antonia and Luke are really cute together

Now, let it be known I am NOT a shipper, and I'm not following her or digging into anything. Everything I know is basically through osmosis when people tag stuff about it in the spaces I actually follow, and I think shipping real people who I will never know is weird and invasive, so let's get that clear

however, considering the narrative they've shown us, they seem like a pretty healthy couple. As furious as people get about them (and honestly, it's JUST because Antonia isn't Nicola, and thus many fans can't project onto her the way they do with Nicola), I think it's sweet that they turn work events into dates. I don't see what people are spouting about how she's 'fame hungry' or 'using him'. The woman was wide-eyed at BOSS. When they walked out of the car, she seemed entirely floored. And who wouldn't be? You're being subject to constant flash photography and tons of people demanding things of you. But they showed up, had a good time, and then went back to eat pasta in bed. At his other work events, like BAFTAs pre-party or the actual ceremony, they seem to make a time of it. Cuddling up, holding hands, giving cheek smooches.

I mean. . .come on. She's coming with him to a work event. No matter how glamorous it may look to us, it's still a work event. A work event in which she will often be left on her lonesome. But she gets dressed up and she comes with him and she makes a time of it. They get their pictures taken as a couple professionally, wear cute clothes, eat nice food, and hold hands. That's sweet!!!

Whilst I do not know her, what I DO know is what she's faced, and this woman stuck around through horrible vitriol from the fanbase, constant misogyny, insults about her body, her work, her very existence. They attacked her on her personal instagram pages, went after her family, made up malicious rumors about her, misgendered her, body shamed her. She watched what felt like the whole world want her boyfriend with another woman. She's a civilian. This is not a celebrity who is accustomed to fielding that kind of situation.

But she stayed.

That is capital L Loyalty, okay? Like, she must really, genuinely like him. And I'll be real: I'd stick it out for Luke, too, I mean, the man is a gem, but if this isn't baptism by fire, I do not know WHAT would be. People talk about 'oh, where are the real ones? There are no more real ones anymore'- I think she's a real one. As a woman who dates other women, if she put up with as much as Antonia did, and decided to stand by me? You don't let go of her. That's pretty rare.

Because what has she actually gotten out of the whole situation? Is she suddenly rich? Getting all these jobs? Has magazine covers and exclusive interviews? No. She seems to be making her life out of her own merit for the most part. I mean, people make fun of her being a working dancer and model picking up the less glamorous gigs, but what is that BUT making her life of her own merit? That's what most dancers DO. No, mostly what she's gotten out of it all is abusive commentary and a need for a much more private life- but on the other hand, she got a relationship with him. If that's not devotion, idk???

But even if she DID get a few gigs from his connections- so what? What would be SO wrong with that? There's no proof she has, but why would it be horrible? That's what networking and making connections IS. Luke's known for giving his loved ones a hand. He's been given one from them, too. This is a man who couchsurfed in his best friend's apartment, bartending to make ends meet. He knows what it's like to go without, so why would it be such a bad thing for him to help out someone he cares about? I'm not saying he has, but after everything she's had to deal with, yeah, I think she's well within her rights to be cheesing on a red carpet getting her face smooched for the world to see. Good for her! All things considered, they seem like a couple who spends a lot of personal time together, vacations, date nights, running errands, who make the most of the situation they're in. They're loved up, happy, hot people attending events together. Most couples are significantly worse in real life.

idk, from where I'm sitting, people have made all these assumptions to build their meanspirited narrative on. This idea that Luke is so hungry for fame, and so Antonia is, too. But I think @rainybraindays put it best.

"They are not "begging for the camera" they're attractive, and hes popular so photographers at these events know they can get a good deal on their work that features them. Theres no nda or blackmail, they're just a more lowkey couple, likely because neither seemed to be really searching for the fame, shes just dating a guy she cares for, and hes just pursuing his passion and hit big"

People are so harsh and critical of these two. First it's 'he wouldn't claim her!' (like luggage. the misogyny of it all) Now it's 'ugh, she's everywhere'. First it's 'she's evil and using him' then it's 'what he's put that poor girl through!' but the reality is, no matter those criticisms and bullying, they're happy with each other, and they've decided their relationship is pretty serious

And honestly they're really cute together

Fight me

[kingbrat]

cry it out. — a. cody

tags: subby!pope cody, dom-ish!reader, gn reader, edging (pope!receiving), finger fucking (pope!receiving), age gap (reader is 27-30 while pope is early forties)

notes: my first offering to the pope cody tag 🙇🏻‍♂️ 1) i was going to wait until tomorrow to post this but i got too excited about actually writing something and finishing it for once so i'm posting it now. 2) this started bc of pope wearing black nitrile/latex or whatever gloves. then once i finished writing, i realized i only mention the gloves twice. i think this was just an excuse to write subby pope idk LMAO.

other: no physical descriptions of reader given. no use of y/n. second person POV used. not beta'd. wrote this on my phone and finished editing it on my puter.

no capitalization is a stylistic choice.

summary: pope needs a release. you offer one. word count: 690

pope rarely - if ever - askes for a release.

more often, you were the one who recognized the signs that he needed one. more tension held in his shoulders – if that was even possible, a stronger set to his brows. he was also more prone to just...zoning out. staring off into nothing as if his brain just wouldn't shut off.

you know how to shut it off.

like now, for example.

a pair of black nitrile gloves slipped onto your hands, now shiny and slicked up with lube. one hand wraps around pope's cock, stroking him at an agonizingly slow pace as your other hand is currently working two fingers inside of pope.

you've brought him to the edge thrice already, dangerously close to a fourth time as pope lets out a ragged breath when you curl your fingers just right and rub up against his prostate.

"you'll tell me when you're close again, yeah?" you ask sweetly, leaning over pope so you can press your lips to the corner of his mouth; a grin crossing your lips as the faintest whine bubbles up into pope's throat.

"ye-yeah. fuck, yeah, i'll tell you," he rasps, his eyes closed as his fingers curl into the soft sheets on your bed.

"good boy,"

the praise earns you a moan from the man underneath you, causing your grin to widen as you pick up the pace of both your hands. within moments of picking up the pace, pope's hips shift as his heels dig into the bed. "close," he warns.

you push him dangerously closer to that edge before you pull your hands away, watching the way his chest heaves and a sound somewhere between a sob and a moan breaks past his lips. you take a moment to watch him, head tipped to the side as his eyes meet yours.

there they are.

the unshed tears.

that's what you'd been looking for. the beginning of the release.

once his breathing evens out once more, you lean down once more to give him a proper kiss. as you do, your hands begin their work once more and you easily swallow the whine that pope releases. "such a good boy for me, hm?" you mumble, your forehead pressed to his, watching as a tear escapes pope's eye and slips down into his hair line.

"yeah," he gasps into the space between the two of you.

your hand shifts, angling your two fingers and curling them so that your hitting pope's prostate on every thrust; timing each thrust with every upstroke on pope's cock.

pope's head swims, a few more tears escaping his eyes as the pleasure overwhelms him. he's fast approaching that edge again, fingers curling into and pulling at the bedsheets as jolts of pleasure zing down into his abdomen. the muscles jump and twitch and a pleasured sob leaves him as your thumb swipes over the head of his cock.

"close," he warns, eyes squeezing shut as he waits for the inevitable halt of pleasure.

you hum in acknowledgement, doing nothing more than quickening your pace just a touch. "look at me, andrew," you murmur, waiting for him to follow the request. when he does, you grin. "you can come, baby. been so good for me, hm? think you deserve it now."

it doesn't take long for pope to cum with a guttural moan, eyes rolling back as his head drops back into the pillows. he cums hard, his cum –whatever does hit his stomach – mixing with the lube on your gloves and adding to the slickness as you work him through his climax; only stopping once he weakly bats your hand away.

you slip the gloves off, tossing them into the trash bin next to the nightstand while you give pope a moment to return to his body. once you've tossed them, you turn back to pope. you run your hands along his chest, playfully tweaking one of his nipples and giggling softly at the soft noise he makes.

"let's get you cleaned up. think a nice hot shower'll help you sleep."

"give me five to regain the use of my legs."

[deer-prongs]

//imma tag whoever i remember in this, feel free to participate even if you arent tagged though ALSO I DID NOT READ THIS ADTER WRITING SO THERE WILL MOST PROBABLY BE ERRORS just go with it// @why-am-i-the-one-drowning @killerbeecj @br1ghtest---star @ uhhh oops. I dont remeber. Okie, anyways, feel free to tag people in the comments if you remeber their url

TW: uh self harm, not really graphic though. If you squint you might see something with an eating disorder, not purposeful though. Kinda, like, a panic attack? Maybe? Idk. Also, it feel very criptic sooo uh, yea.

James lets out a sigh as he colapses on his bed after class. Care of Magical creature had just let out after a test about the evolution of Magical creature compared to the evolution of Non-magic creatures with similar ancestry and he was 100% sure he failed it. His grades have been declining throughout the past couple weeks and every time his parent’s called him he hated every lie that came out of his mouth.

He can’t seem to stop lying though.

First to his parents about his school work,

then his teachers about needing to go to the bathroom

then to his friends about, well, frankly everything

And now to Regulus.

Well, he didn’t lie entirely. He truly did have a shitty day yesterday. But he’d been having a shitty day almost every day recently. Yesterday he was just especially out of it. His friends noticed it, too. Asking why he wasn’t eating at lunch, “oh, i just really need to finish this late work, i’ll bring something with me back to the dorm, don’t worry”. Asking why had so much late work, “i dont know! The teachers have just been giving so much homework don’t you think?? And all on the same week too! It’s ridiculous!” Asking why he didn’t participate in the conversation, “oh, sorry! I just don’t have much to add, really.” Asking why he was staring at his desk, “what mate? Oh, yea, i’m just really tired. Not even sure why.” Asking what was wrong with his thigh “just really sore from practice is all. Don’t worry, i’ll stretch it out later.” Asking what he was doing, “just gotta go take a piss is all.” Asking where he was going, “I just need a break is all. School has been giving me such a headache, a breath of fresh air and run will do me good.”

And then Regulus.

He had followed him all the way into the forest. James had hoped to be alone, but seeing his boyfriend was nice. Being able to cry into his shoulder and hug him had helped.

But clearly not enough.

Because now he was laying on his bed, looking directly at the bathroom door, the small container in his pocket weighing heavily.

Another sigh.

another rub to his thigh.

A pulsing in his wrist.

Oh. That was new

He’d never felt to need to cut there.

He looked down at the smooth skin, pressing in just where Reg had kissed the day before.

BaDum

BaDum

BaDum

pulsed under his fingers as images pulsed in his head.

the flowing of blood out of a small line

BaDum

a blade slowing slicing through the skin

BaDum

a crimson river going down his arm

BaDum

down his leg

BaDum

spilling put faster

BaDum

as more cuts we sliced into the skin

BaDum

metal to flesh

BaDum

metal to flesh

BaDum

metal to flesh

BaDum

His hand flew away from the pressure point

Blinking away to clear his thoughts, he stood up, putting his hand in his pocket and the other on the door knob.

Twist

Pull

Step

Step

Step

His head felt just as clouded as it was yesterday. Thick cotton blocking his thought from his body. Holding on to the railing to not fall, he made his way down to the common room. And out of the common room. Not sure where he was going. Not even sure if he was going somewhere.

He made it somewhere though.

Specifically he made it to a small room in the first floor of hogwarts. He had found it while making the map, but decided it was too small to tell the others about. He had forgot about it since then.

Well, apparently not.

He let out a shaky breath and sat down on the cold, dusty floor. Wrapping his arms around his body and feeling pathetic while doing so.

. . .

. . .

Don’t

a nail dug into his wrist,

Don’t

pulled at his skin,

Don’t

and let go.

the wrist made his way to his mouth,

teeth dug into the skin,

and let go.

Deep breath in

Deep breath out

Deep breath in

Deep breath out- of fuck this

Small blade out

Small blade in

Small blade moved across his skin

nothing

nothing

red

blood

blade

nothing

red

blood

blade

nothing

red

blood

pain

pain

pain

sigh

[asideofkimchi]

haven’t seen anyone mention this from chapters 12.1 and 12.2 yet, so…

from becky’s/an outsider’s pov, we have Anya reaching out to Damian, making a seemingly innocent attempt at small talk-

-which leads to him rudely snapping back, as he usually does with her, in a way that reminds everyone how lowly he thinks of her.

And she turns away from him and says “I have no further use for you.”

you can even see that Becky’s confused from this interaction. It’s an odd thing to say, even for Anya, who (in Becky’s soap opera-addled mind) is pursuing Damian’s affection.

Some hours later, Anya’s former classmates are confronted unexpectedly with this scene:

Not only two new “suitors,” but suitors that treat her respectfully and as an equal, not as a commoner that’s beneath them.

(such is the power of Anya Forger…)

I’m expecting Becky’s mind to detect soap opera trope patterns here. Male Lead pushes Female Lead away with his mistreatment of her, FL moves on and finds new romantic interest who treats her better, ML is left as a jealous and lonely mess.

I imagine the next time Damian says something disparaging about Anya, Becky will remind him of this day and say something about how Anya had enough of him and moved on and found someone(s) new who recognize what a catch she is. This forces Damian to reflect on and confront his feelings and behavior. And hopefully Becky, being the drama-loving fan that she is, offers to help him regain Anya’s favor.

Cue Becky and Damian’s rom-com/personality makeover shenanigans while Anya continues living her spy action drama lifestyle.

[raplinenthusiasts]

DINO <3

[ganondoodle]

*lies on the ground*

'does it ever get better?' (<- just spent 6 hours of free time trying to draw the blorbos, failing)

i often feel like i shouldnt even show throw away sketches like these as if it would damage my image somehow (like there is one to damage in the first place lol) but then again i think ... i am trying so hard you guys, it just only works out like 10% of the time, i so wish i had more to show

[azr3na]

yoo hidden inventory comp movie :^ I can't wait to see riko on the big screen

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[quadrantadvisor]

I thought embalming was standard practice for burials, but it turns out that even in the US, where embalming is unusually common, only about 50% of corpses are embalmed. It's primarily to preserve corpses that won't have their viewing for a while, or who need to be transported, or who died violently and need to be "patched up". There's no benefit to embalming for the burial or community health benefits during decomposition underground, natural burials are fine.

Anyways, seeing as Jason Todd's funeral only had four people at it, I'm positive there wasn't a viewing and he wouldn't have been embalmed. Which is probably good. idk if you can come back to life if all your blood is formaldehyde

[iknowwhereyousleepatnight]

pissed tf off because 1) i have once again put on a new show thinking i could work on shit with it in the background without getting distracted (and failing miserably)(when will i learn). 2) i have a new character that i want to tear apart with my teeth which pisses me off even more because 3) it is EMBARRASSING how much i like this character i could fucking feel my pupils dilating and my prey drive activate literally immediately 4) it is even more embarrassing bc he is so embarrassingly my type that im pissed tf off that i never watched this before now or literally any time i wasnt busy. and this all leads to 5) now i have to think about killing him when i am TRYING TO GET SHIT DONE and it's making me mad it's pissing me off so bad i'm fucking enraged they should invent a way to physically harm fictional characters just for me i think

[fernfloppercus]

This is your sign to make an MLP au of your best friends as the main characters!

[dootznbootz]

I think some folks MAY have gotten the wrong idea about how I feel about Circe with some of my posts. So, to clear the air...

Homies, I love that fucked up sorceress.

I love how we're never given a reason why she turns people into animals. That's so funny and so awful. And another potion-making magic gal?!?! I love that she's just basically vibing on an island doing whatever she wants. I even love the fact that she scares Odysseus shitless! She's morally gray and that's why she's FUN.

I just sincerely hate when people try to girlboss her or have her be a victim of SA when she never was Looking at you, Miller. Especially when she was actually the one who coerced Odysseus in exchange for his men being transformed back into humans. And even then, while he was clearly afraid of her, (it's in the language of the Odyssey) she likely meant him no harm after a certain point. He just didn't know that.

Why does she need a reason to do awful things? Why can't she just be a goddess who does whatever she wants? That's the reason why I love her!!! She's fucked up!!! :D

I hate what the Telegony did to her as well! >:( You're telling me, this sorceress goddess, who makes potions (!!!) wouldn't have magic contraceptives??? Would WANT CHILDREN?!?! WITH THE PATHETIC WIFEMAN?! No. Fuck no. Eugammon of Cyrene, I have beef with you 🤬

Anyways!!! Understand all the "#anti circe" I have is simply Anti "Girlboss Circe" or the book. I genuinely think she's neat af as her morally gray, fucked up sorceress self and just get frustrated with...everything :'D

[knightwhoisni]

concept: unromanced eleanor as drifter's romantic advisor and wingwoman. how successful she actually is at this depends on how serious she's feeling.

[nexus-nebulae]

so. for A Long While now we've considered officially pursuing converting to judaism. and we've finally really started the whole research process and getting familiarized with the religion and everything and. does anyone have tips on how to feel comfortable in a new religion when you've been so harmed by specific religious groups in the past (especially when the religion you have bad history with is so close to the one you're converting to, like being another abrahamic religion)

[moeblob]

A succubus and a demon! (The succubi don't have names but the demon is Kronos and the succubus is one of his bosses in Hell and he's not /fond/ of the succubi for many reasons but they all adore picking on him)

Also because I love them and like to point it out, the succubi act more as pleasure dealers in the sense of they offer up whatever a human wants most in exchange for their soul. It's rarely of a sexual nature since it's what they want MOST in life. And most people's ambitions are outside of a bedroom. (happy pride, asexuals are able to get affected by a succubus now without discrimination)

[pilonciillo]

lol didn’t think someone giving money would give me anxiety