#is it funny enough to stop the crushing of my very soul?

[captainimfangirling]

Ok I said I didn't ship Beeltejuice and Lydia but now I kinda do after watching Beetlejuice Beetlejuice. Yes she wasn't interested in him romantically but I don't give a f*ck. I don't need a mortal compass to ship fictional characters and I've always shipped villains x heroes. I guess never shipped them in the first movie because I was a kid when I first saw it plus they're both adults in the second movie so what the f*ck. I don't see this any different from shipping a vampire and a human.

Warning: Major spoilers (my long ass review)

My disappointment with this movie is that there were too many plots going on, too many potholes they glossed over, and it felt very rushed. In the first movie I feel like it all came together but this one didn't. I'm also disappointed Beeltejuice and Lydia didn't work together when saving Astrid but I guess they wanted her to have a father/mother/daughter moment.

Astrid & Jeremony

I was fully expecting to hate Astrid but I liked her. She's very stuck up in the beginning but changes later on. She loves her mother but thought she was scam artist but she had good reasons. Hated it when she pointed out that Beetlejuice's contract was void and I was like girl shut the fuck up but at the same time I don't blame her for trying to save her mama from Beeltejuice. Her crush on Jeremy was good and I liked that story line (AHS Murder House vibe) but again it was too rushed. I loved the fact that Beetlejuice stopped him before he can get his card stamped.

Delia & Charles

I enjoyed Delia a lot. She was so much fun and totally would've acted that way if Charles died. I'm glad they didn't just forget about the character Charles because the actor is a disgusting pedo. The character should be separated from the actor. It was pretty clever how they went about it to honor the character and not the asshole. Tim Burton has a lot of balls for that.

Delores & Rory

I loved Delores' introduction but that's it. All she did was look for Beetlejuice and suck souls. Also her story line was way too quick. I was fully expecting to ship her and Beetlejuice but nope. Rory was a good villain but his story line also felt very rushed. It's interesting how Beeltejuice's former wife and Lydia's former fiance died together at their wedding....it's totally not baiting Lydia and Beeltejuice shippers (sarcasm).

Lydia

I loved Lydia too and I can totally see her being easily manipulated but why Rory? At least in the first movie she had a great reason to accept Beetlejuice's offer. Also I feel like Lydia wasn't weird enough and I get it people grow up but still she didn't feel like the same Lydia. I like that she was a supernatural TV host/ghost hunter but I feel like Winona is right that Lydia would been a spinster in the attic. It's funny to me how Lydia mentioned their 600 year age gap but I bet the weird Lydia from the first movie totally would've married a vampire or a zombie.

Beeltejuice

I loved Beeltejuice but he wasn't the star of the show like he was in the last movie. I honestly think he wants to marry Lydia instead of finding someone else to marry because he fell for her over the years but she also got away from their agreement (but then again he didn't seem mad about it). I was hoping Lydia would realize Beetlejuice actually likes her and be grossed out by it. Also there's the fact that he wasn't as pervy like he was in the first movie. I mean he looked at Delia up and down but it's not very bad compared to what he did in the first movie. The Maitlands influenced Beeltejuice because he did a musical number instead of quickly marrying Lydia like he tried to do in the first movie. If he wasn't f*cking around he would've gotten his bride. Maybe he was a bit too confident because this time he had a contract which he was very smart for doing. Did anyone notice he kissed Lydia's hand? I didn't expect that from Beetlejuice. I thought was gonna forcefully kiss her like he did to Barbra but no he was dare I say a gentlemen. Not only did he save Astrid but he exposed Rory to Lydia and he didn't even have to do that because he already had his marriage contract. I'm surprised they didn't try to de-age Michael Keaton in the flashback and it would totally make sense because Beeltejuice did look younger in the first movie but I guess they didn't wanna use too much CGI.

Bob

I loved Bob. He was very funny so I was very sad when Delores killed him. Not sure if he was the same shrunken head from the first movie but I personally don't think he is. He looks too different. Would be funny if all the shrunken heads were the football players.

Potholes & The Maitlands

I hate that they didn't talk about how people who committed suicide become civil servants like it was said in the first movie. They basically erased it because Astrid's dad is working in the Netherworld when he died in the Amazon and Beetlejuice was murdered. The only clue was in the newspaper that I pointed out days ago how workers were wrongfully assigned a suicide and the case workers are on strike. I think that would've been a more interesting story line for Beetlejuice. It would explain why he wants out so badly but I guess Burton didn't want us to feel sympathy for him or make him too deep. What was the damn loophole the Maitlands had? I hate that they didn't even try to explain. I think it would've been sweet if it was Lydia who helped them find a loophole so they can move on after she moved out of the house. Like a parting gift to her parents.

Wolf Jackson

The Wolf Jackson character wasn't all that interesting. To make him more interesting I think it would've been cool if Astrid was a fan of his movies. I think he started working in the afterlife because of the strike so they took whoever they can get even if it's an actor.

The Baby

Also that Baby Beeltejuice was so weird! I loved it! When Lyis Belly started growing I was like holy sh*t is he trying to hint that he wants her to have his babies?! lmao I don't remember the movie being this bloody! The ending was confusing at first but clever because it's basically saying he hasn't given up on Lydia and will continue to haunt her until she's his bride. Also why can't Lydia have her show and still be part of her daughter's life? I hate that she gave it up. I think it would've been nicer if Astrid started working with her. Like a mother daughter ghost show since Astrid can see ghosts too.

Well that's my review. I hope I didn't complain too much because I actually did enjoy the movie. I want to be positive but I always end up writing something to complain about.

[liesmyth]

@takiki16 tags on my post are too good not to be shared! The context is wild shit that legit happened in IRL football ⚽ that I need the Ted Lasso fandom to be aware of, because it'd make for excellent fic material:

the MANAGERS #the PERSONAL DRAMA#I KNOW that ted lasso is not designed to be an actual realistic show #I KNOW that this whole thing did in fact begin as a way to soft trap Americans into watching the Prem #to the point that JOSE FUCKING MOURINHO ACTUALLY HAD A PART IN THE ORIGINAL NBC AD #I do NOT want to change the vibe of the show at all #(but like…a dramedy about the EPL that REALLY wanted to roast some fuckers would perhaps…NOT look like ted lasso #if they wanted to start with the managers it would just be two middle aged idiots with BOILING beef #who had to be physically restrained from throwing hands every other game and have personally destroyed each others’ marriages

Okay WHO would Roy have managerial beef with. I vote Arteta. Actually as @elizabear suggests, it's funnier if it's one sided

He would also instinctively dislike Rob Edwards of Luton because Jamie once said he's the hottest manager in the EPL. Roy's annoyed and he doesn't know why. (Rob Edwards is very hot)

For an example of managers throwing hands... the Tuchel/Conte handshake

In fact here's a whole compilation of managers throwing hands.

Thank you for bringing up Mourinho! This is his ad, btw. "What do you WANT Ted?" lives in my mind rent-free

After much soul-searching I've decided Roy likes Mou a lot among all the managers he's played for. YES, he is a total cunt BUT

he's really fucking funny about it. Like, really.

he's never met a referee he didn't have beef with but most of all Anthony Taylor (as a Roma fan I have to agree with him on that)

the entire 2005 Chelsea team would've died for him. I've said this before, but there can't be a Frank Lampard in TL if Roy plays the box-to-box midfielder role, so this quote about Mourinho walking into Lampard naked in the shower to give him a pep talk? That's Roy. To me.

I can't even pick a quote among all the shit he's said about all the managers he's played against, but I especially enjoy when he used to be a bitch about Pep and Pep was like "I don't know her." It was like a one-sided crush dating back from their Barca days

#if they wanted it to be about the players the literal sky is the limit. WHATEVER the writers room can come up with#it cannot come CLOSE to the batshit drama that real Sockckckckcer Playahs have amongst each other#also intricate rituals. NOT ENOUGH INTRICATE RITUALS#when Jamie scored that free kick after getting permission to be a prick Dani should have kissed him with tongue

Here's some homoeroticism:

#but TO COME BACK TO OP’S POINT ABOUT ACTUAL GAMEPLAY#I want to see Coach Roy get red carded and have to sit in the stands for the next game cursing and swearing

He'd get, like, 3 red cards a season MINIMUM. Mourinho who. Here's Klopp losing it a bit. Here's Pep being passive aggressive as fuck. Pochettino from 2 days ago. Also from last weekend: De Zerbi's "I don't like 80% of referees in England" he's so right for this.

Manager Roy would get himself red carded the week before Richmond play Chelsea away. Totally accidental. So he doesn't have to have a lil cry about it.

#I want to see what it would take to get Zoreaux sent off#and then they have to stick Bumbercatch in goal and it turns out he has some Hyper Specific Phobia about the situation#he manages to save the team but his coping mechanisms for dealing with Forcible Keeper Phobia make up the comedy B-plot of the episode#

I want CLUB RIVALRY. dunno where Richmond actually physically is but imagine if they had derbies#Ted has to be made to understand that no coach - for THIS game we will not stop till we see BLOOD#Richmond wins but bc they are playing away the home fans actively are tossing crap at them as they celebrate on the pitch#also the sprinklers come on and it’s a bus full of soaked greyhounds on the ride home

They're in West London! Maybe they just fucking hate Fulham. Or Brentford.

Actually, I've thought long and hard about Richmond's derby rivalries. Semi-canon sources say they have a bit of a West London rivalry with Brentford BUT to me it doesn't make much sense because Richmond are supposed to have been mid-table in the Prem for years, top-flight but mediocre. Brentford only made it to the Prem in 2021.

Actually, I've decided that Richmond kind of take the place of QPR for most of their history, except they didn't get relegated when QPR did. This is because 1) it'd be too many London-based clubs otherwise but, more importantly, 2) when Man City won their first title in 2012 with Agueeeeeero!!! that was against Richmond. It's funny, To Me.

Also you know Roy still fucking hates Newcastle from his Sunderland academy days. If his pundit career had lasted longer he'd be having top tier shithousery with Alan Shearer every week about it.

Anyway here's a whole youtube playlist about WILD derbies.

#ALSO BC SUAREZ IS COMING TO MIAMI - BITING INCIDENTS CAN THEY DO THAT

As an Italian I am legally obliged to SAY that if Suarez hadn't bitten Chiellini at the World Cup we would have gone past the group stage because Uruguay scored off a corner they won while Italy were all busy telling the ref that there was a fucking cannibal on the pitch. I don't forgive and I don't forget.

Anyway for context: cannibal Luis Suarez. He's a repeat offender. Someone at Richmond would think it was very funny

[maddilynmuse]

Two Stars

Chapter 1/Prologue

Heya guys! Once more, I am going feral over In Stars and Time and making fanfic. I intend to at least finish Bared Teeth and Open Hands before jumping into anything big, buuuuut this fun little plot bunny hit and I just HAD to get it out.

I meant for this to be funny but oops my hand slipped and there’s an enby crying now.

That said! Post game and 2hat spoilers below! Read at thine own risk! Enjoy~

Now available on AO3

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Loop and Siffrin get Freaky Friday’d.

*~*~*~*

“I wish that Loop could be themselves with us, I wish Loop could be themselves with us, I wish Loop could be themselves with us…”

———

Something warm was pressed to their back, moving rhythmically, as something else wrapped securely around their front. The smell of sandalwood deodorant wasn’t quite enough to mask the scent of sweat, and for some reason that combination of stimulus was enough to make tears leak from their closed eye. The haziness of sleep was washed away in a heart-crushing wave of warmth.

Isabeau.

No, no. Not Isabeau. The Fighter. Isabeau, their Isabeau, was gone… right?

But somehow they were here.

They didn’t dare open their eye, afraid to break whatever fragile illusion was making their heart—heart, they had a heart!—twist in the best kind of pain: less like an injury, and more like stretching a long-sore muscle. It felt warm, right even. If only for that moment, they were loved, and seems they truly were still Siffrin at heart, greedily absorbing the comfort even when they didn’t even understand why they were receiving it. Was this a dream? Their own… world? (Was that how it worked? They’re pretty sure it wasn’t). Some peaceful afterlife? Maybe the Universe spun sugar for them, allowing a nice dream as they faded from existence, role finished.

Stop questioning it. Just enjoy.

“Sif…?” Mumbled a sleepy, wonderfully husky voice. “You okay buddy?” They were pulled a little closer. He was touching them. Willingly!

They meant to say something witty or clever, maybe a pun, anything disarming really! But what came out of their mouth—they had a mouth!—was a little sob.

The Fighter tried to pull his hand away, but they grabbed it reflexively. It couldn’t end, not yet! It was embarrassing, needy, taking advantage of his kindness, but they put his hand to their face, guiding it to stroke their cheek. Their eye rolled up at the sensation, the brush of skin against skin, the warmth, even the little beads of sweat. It was him.

He took over, thumb stroking their cheek, wiping away their tears, while his other fingers threaded into their hair—they had hair! Their breath caught, coming out in a shuddering, relieved sigh with only a hint of sobbing at the end. After so long with no contact, after so long stuck in that starry form, they were drunk on the sensations: the subtle pull of hair against their scalp, the in and out against their back, the way their own breath fell in the rhythm, the thrum of a heart in their chest, the grounded security of a strong arm, the smell of him, the sheer warmth.

It was dizzying, overwhelming, too much to think. They never wanted it to end.

“I’m here, buddy. It’s okay,” Isabeau crooned.

That broke whatever remained. They cried openly as the long-tangled barbed wire of stress and jealousy and loneliness that’d been choking their very soul finally snapped and left them free. Naked, unprotected, but free. And here, at least, they were safe.

“I love you.”

Caught up in the moment, Loop could pretend that was meant for them.

———

And back in Dormont, under the night-dark shade of the favor tree, Siffrin stared in quiet horror at the stars dotting what should’ve been his hands.

*-*-*

I prefer tea, but buy me a Kofi?

[misstycloud]

How Yandere Clark would react if the reader wanted to mate with him, being her first time.

This is if reader immediately accepted him and decided to move in with him. Also if she had no negative feelings towards hybrid’s courting methods.

——-

“A-are you sure?” He stumbled over his words. He needed to be absolutely certain this was what you wanted. “I don’t want to force you to do anything you’re not sure of.”

Clark winced at the thought. He would hate to bring that sort of pain to his mate.

“Clark, for the last time, yes I’m sure.” You huffed. You’d tried to convince him to mate with you which had transformed him into a nervous wreck of a bear.

“S-sorry…..I’m just anxious since I don’t want you to get hurt. Especially not by me…” his form slugged as he entered a depressed state. “It’s stupid, I know.” The round ears atop his head folded down in shame and sadness.

You crawled closer to him and stroked his back. It must’ve looked funny- a small, weak human comforting a giant bear-man like a child.

“It’s not stupid, Clark. Come here.”

The hybrid inhaled deeply as you enveloped him in a hug. Or, as you tried. The difference in size made it a little difficult. Clark loved getting hugs from you. Specifically, he loved when you would massage his ears gently while embracing him.

One of the reasons where because he could breathe in your delicious scent, and the other was because he never received physical affection from anyone before. They’d all get scared and avoid him like the plague the moment they saw his monstrous form. He understood where they were coming from, though. So he didn’t blame them. But it still hurt.

You were so sweet to him! And he loved you so much. At first, he believed he’d be leading a lonely life until he died of old age. But then out of nowhere, you showed up and brought love into his life!

He is very sensitive to everything concerning you, which of why he freaked out when you asked to mate. Sure, you two had lived together for a couple of months now and he’s accidentally seen you naked once when you’d gotten out of the shower and was changing. But even that was enough to make him profusely apologise and hide under the blankets with a flushed face.

He knew you two would one day complete the mating, though he didn’t know it’d be so soon. The truth was, he was scared. Scared of hurting you in the process of something that’s supposed to be connecting two souls and bind them into one. Deep down, it was why he was in no rush to mate with you.

What if he crushed you under his weight while doing it? Your bones, so flimsy and feeble would easily break. Or what if you died of suffocation? The possibilities were hundreds.

“Clark, my teddy bear,” he glanced up to see your kind smile. “You don’t have to worry about me, it’ll be fine.”

“Yeah, but since this is our f-first together I don’t want it to be a bad memory….”

You chuckled, “it defiantly won’t. You’re so sweet and gentle, there’s no way you’d hurt me.”

“But what if I accidentally-“

You grabbed his shin firmly, setting his widening eyes on you.

“Listen here, Clark. You are the most wonderful, adorable and cutest bear I’ve ever met. You are so nice to every soul you meet, even when they don’t treat you the best. There is no one sweeter to me than you and I love that about you. Clark, you are always so careful around me, it’s as if I’m made out of glass. But I’m not. So stop acting like I am. I need you to fuck me and finish this mating bond or we’ll dance around like this forever, and I’m not about that. You hear me?”

By the end of your speech, the man’s entire face was red with an awestruck expression. Did you just say all that? To him no less!

God, he’s one lucky bear. Being your mate is the best thing that’s happened to him.

A goofy smile graced his features, he giggled and said with a lustful glint in his eyes, “I’ll make you regret saying that. Be prepared, ‘cause we’re not leaving this apartment for a while.”

- 🐻

Yeah so mostly it’d just turn into a comfort session. Clark loves reader so much and he’s afraid of hurting her, even if it’s by accident! Poor baby!

This bear is simply just a nervous and overthinking wreck when it comes to reader.

Don’t be fooled though. There’s a lot of stamina and lust buried under all that sweetness. He’ll still be careful though, making sure reader is alright and prioritising her pleasure above his. It’s actually his first time as well, so he isn’t entire sure how to go about things, but he’s willing to learn his mate’s body.

Before he met reader. He wanted to know a thing or two about pleasuring your mate. So he typed that in the search engine and he had no idea there’s so much you can do.

Eventually, Clark being Clark, he had to turn it off. Then he went to hide in the bathroom out of embarrassment.

[stellarboystyles]

hiiii hope you’re well! Will we ever get a part 2 to right where you left me?? That cliffhanger gets me on edge every time I re read it lol

Harry's never endured a more torturously long trip inside a vehicle quite like this ambulance ride. The hospital was 5 bloody minutes out and it felt like fifty, clutching his wife's hand like it was the last time he ever could where she was clutching back. He'll never forget the look in her eyes that night.

"I don't wanna die."

Her cries crushed his soul. The look on her face and the quivering in her voice was enough send him into a coma. We're talking about the girl that Harry knew he was going to marry by the middle of their second date.

"M'gonna marry you."

Nora hides a giggle behind the wine glass in her hand.

"You're drunk."

When people ask Harry when he knew she was the one, he tells this story every time.

Seeing this gorgeous girl—who's warm and kind and...real, tipsy off some cheap wine and giggling at his jokes that he knows aren't really that funny at all—was unbelievable to him.

"M'not drunk, m'serious." Harry scoffs playfully, waving his hand dismissively. "And maybe a little drunk, but that's not even relevant."

"Mhm." she nods, trying to stifle another laugh. "We'll see if your mind changes in the morning."

The eye contact between the two of them never stifled, a defining moment for Nora and Harry. It was a scene out of a Netflix original. John B and Sarah Cameron level shit.

"It won't."

The girl he used to take on secret sushi dates away from any cameras.

“I’ve never met someone who likes poke as much as I do.”

“My mom grew up in China, so this is what I grew up eating.” She laughs.

“I thought sushi was from Japan?”

Nora giggles, giving Harry the impression that he just fucked up royally.

“M’sorry—”

“Harry, didn’t you know that sushi actually originated in China?”

“I—I didn’t.”

“No one really does.” she giggles. “It’s ok.”

“See, when we get married,” she starts, making Harry nearly choke on his water as she’s nonchalantly picking up another sashimi with her chopsticks. “I can make you any kind of sushi you want, like a pro.”

He’s in awe of her. Her charm and her wit, it’s something you can’t fake and he can’t stop smiling.

“Mm, can’t wait.”

The girl that said “okay?!” when he proposed.

The girl that pulled all the strings to make his birthday special during quarantine.

The girl who went to every show of his that she could to support him.

The girl that makes him homemade gifts because she knows they mean more to him that some $11k pair of Gucci boots.

That girl. His forever. His baby. The one he could never live without, even if he tried.

“We’re going to Trauma One.”

“Page OB.”

“Can we get Respiratory in here, please?!”

Harry waits in the waiting room for an eternity. He’s either sitting down in one of the chairs bouncing his leg or pacing back and forth to pass the time. Finally, the door from the waiting room to the ER buzzes open and Harry pushes himself out of the chair to meet the nurse that’s walking out. He knows she’s out here for him, the hospital was a ghost town tonight. No one in the waiting room but him.

“Are you husband?”

“Yes.” He nods.

“What’s her name and birthday?”

“Nora Styles, 1/16/97.”

“Alright, she's up in OB now, 3rd floor. I'll walk you up.”

He’s walking with the nurse as she begins filling him in.

“She's stable now, mum and baby's oxygen levels and heart rate are normal, but her blood pressure is very high, too high for us to be comfortable with letting this go, so the doctor will probably want an emergency c-section.”

The nurse took notice of the worry on Harry's face and attempted to put him at ease.

"It sounds scary, but their number one priority is a healthy and happy mom and baby. And in this case that means getting your baby out as soon as possible."

They reach the unit doors, and she buzzes him in.

"She's in 14B, just down that hall and her room is on the left."

Harry thanks her again and hurries down the hall. His nerves spike approaching the door.

He was almost afraid to see her. He'll never get that image out of his head. Her laying on the fucking pavement, all bloodied and bruised. Probably a scene that could haunt him forever.

“Love?”

Slowly walking in, he sees his wife asleep on the bed. Her arm is bruised pretty badly, marked with purplish blue bruises on her hand.

“Oh, babe.”

He sits down in the chair next to her, and takes her hand in his.

“You’re gonna be okay.” He whispers, kissing her hand before the tears start rolling.

“I love you so much.”

He’s choking back cries, and tilts his head towards the ceiling.

“Don’t let her fucking die, please.”

to be continued

[creative-heart]

"My thoughts will echo your name"| Esteban Kukuriczka

Chapter three: “Until I found her.”

Lucia’s notes: I really do apologize in advance if this chapter is a bit slower or not as thrilling as the previous ones, but I kinda needed to give our sweet Kuku some more space to be himself in all his feels, some sad and piny, some more steamy and shmexy.  I promise things will start picking up on the next chapter, which is actually, coming this Friday. @Y/IG/UN stands for Your instagram username. As usual, please let me know if I've let any mistakes get through

Playlist:

Apocalypse- Cigarettes after sex.

What a time- Julia Michaels, Niall Horan

Until I found you- Stephen Sanchez

The show- Niall Horan

Content Warning: This chapter is just basically from Kuku’s POV, lots of internal monologue and him pining over reader, basically him being quite an angsty mess for a bit. Brief, mild thoughts of sexy stuff, nothing too graphic, but if you do not want to read it, you can stop reading at “Every time kuku looked at Y/N…” after the first cut. 

Word Count: 2kish

Kuku’s POV:

Esteban had never been one to envy what others had, even since he was a little boy, he had always been a generous, kind soul. He also really couldn’t complain about what life had sent his way, not that he hadn’t worked his ass off to get to where he was now, he knew all the success was much deserved. Why couldn’t he stop feeling so mad about Lucas being in a relationship with Y/N then?, why couldn’t he shake the feeling of his friend not being deserving of such a woman?. It was obvious she was way too good for him, she was not only one of the most gorgeous women kuku had ever met, but since the moment he first laid eyes on her, the hazel eyed woman had wooed him. She was so funny, so witty, her laughter so melodious and bright it could light up a whole room. He couldn’t keep lying, not to himself at least, he had the most raging crush on his best friend’s girlfriend.

Since the night of his coming home party, all he could think about was that beautiful woman every second he was awake and every single one of his dreams dominated by her face, the way his name sounded on her voice, the ever so slight lisp when she pronounced his whole name- which made it all that more adorable-. They may not have known eachother for that long, but sometimes it doesn’t take that much time to see the chemistry with someone, he knew it was there; and it saddened him so much to see how much she dulled herself when she was next to her boyfriend. Y/N was no doubts about it, as brilliant and talented as she was beautiful and sexy, he had confirmed that when he found her photography online. She could very well be making a living off of that, why did Lucas hide her away from the world was something he couldn’t grasp. If he were lucky enough to be her boyfriend, he’d brag about her nonstop to anyone who would listen.

~~~~~

Conversation with Y/N was so easy as well, ever since they started texting and talking on the phone every night he had confirmed, that she was just all the more interesting than he had phatomed on their first encounter. They never seemed to run out of things to talk about and when those rare moments came about, silence was so comfortable it felt as if they knew eachother since forever. They had agreed to meet at the park near his place on a Wednesday afternoon, and he felt as nervous as he did when he went on his first date, or when he had his first ever audition. He remembered Y/N had said she loved Hazelnut caramel lattes one of the times they were chatting, so he made sure to grab two coffees when he headed to their not date date. Esteban took a deep breath as he saw the blonde girl sitting crosslegged on the grass picking at it absentmindedly and walked over to her, placing the to go cup in front of her face “penny for your thoughts sugar?” the freckled man said softly sitting down across from her.

As she took the cup taking a sip and smiled like a little girl who just got the doll she’s been waiting for for so long. “Hazelnut caramel latte, you remembered?” she said almost as if she expected him not to, it was the least he could do, -did Lucas really pay that little attention to her?-  he thought as he took a sip from his beverage looking at her as if he were trying to memorize every single detail on her face; some people are so lucky they don’t even realize what they have don’t they?, all he knew, was that he could look at Y/N and listen to her talk all day. There was something really special about the way her face and specially those eyes lit up whenever she talked about something she was passionate about. Every time kuku looked at Y/N; all he could think about was how her lips would taste, how soft they’d feel against his; he was sure her skin was as warm and silky as it looked, kuku wanted to trace his fingers along every single inch of her skin, feel the goosebumps underneath his fingertips as he discovered the more tender spots on it. If he were to ever be given the chance to hear his name come out of her luscious lips in a breathy moan, he was sure he would collapse on the spot, in fact it was all he had been thinking about since that night at his parents house.

When Y/N handed him her camera and instructed him to find whatever on that park that inspired him, that made him want to take a picture of, all he wanted to do was point it at her, he could take a million and one pictures of that woman and never grow tired. He decided against it though- he thought he could feel something there from her part as well, but he didn’t want to ruin it if he was wrong- instead, he looked around and found a little girl playing with a dog and aimed the lens towards them; just as he was trying to get the camera focused, he felt the younger’s light breath on the side of his neck and her scent was so intoxicatingly sweet, she smelled like orchids and jasmines, it was the best smell he had ever come across and it fitted her so well, and he could her hear talking, but kuku couldn’t really focus on one single word she was saying. Having her so close to him made his heart race and he could feel the warmth inside him grow, he needed to be this close to Y/N all the time.  “And now, once you’ve found what you like, you hold yourself still, and press the button”- You, I like you Y/N so very much- he thought as he could catch her looking at him through the corner of his eyes before snapping the picture.

As kuku stepped into the elevator of his apartment building he couldn’t erase that stupid boyish smile from his lips, he was absolutely smitten, lost, taken, he was gone, there was not even a good enough reason to deny that he was falling head over heels for Y/N, and it pained him so to see a woman such as her, wilting away and dimming her light to fit next to someone like Lucas, she deserved so much better. Esteban took his phone out of his pocket at the chime of a new text coming through, a grin drew on his face as soon as he saw the contact name on the bubble and opened them.

Y/N/N 🤞:This way, you can go back to these later on, when you want to check your first work ;) 

Y/N/N 🤞: I had a really good time today by the way, thank you, I really needed to get out of my place, those walls can get trapping.

Y/N had sent him the pictures they had taken that afternoon, when had she managed to take that picture of him with his sunglasses on was a mystery.

Kuku 🤭: thanks for the pictures, and I’m also glad that I could help you feel better, always happy to help a damsel in distress 🤭 

Esteban mentally cursed at himself for that supid reply and kept going trough the several pictures she had sent; laughing at a couple where they just got to playing around and decided to post them to his Instagram profile “park shenanigans @Y/IG/UN”. He sighed happily and walked into his place, grabbing a quick snack before going to take a long hot shower, he just needed to get himself together, what was happening wasn’t right. Even if he could tell Lucas didn’t make Y/N happy, even if he knew she deserved better, if he knew he could treat her better, it wasn’t right to be doing what he was doing, and thinking what he was thinking about with her. He either needed to stop and get his act together, or he needed to make his intentions clear to her. After what seemed like ages, and finding himself standing under now cold water, he got out and let himself fall onto his bed staring at the ceiling.

~~~~~

A few days had gone by and Esteban hadn’t heard another word from Y/N that was weird, had something happened at the park the other day? had he done something wrong?. He looked at his phone, nothing, no new posts on Instagram nor any missed texts or calls from her, that was weird, they had gotten into the habit of talking to eachother on a daily basis. He decided to text her and make sure she was alright.

Kuku 🤭: Hey Y/N/N, hope everything’s okay, haven’t heard from you in a while and was getting worried, if you need anything, please let me know. 😚

He put his phone down again seeing no reply from her, not even a confirmation of her reading the text. Kuku decided to get ready and go over to Matias’ house, he texted him on his way over. 

Kuku: Mati, I’m on my way to your place with a bottle of wine, I really hope you’re free tonight.

The younger man looked at his phone, knowing something must be going on if his friend was coming over unannounced, and asked his girlfriend Male to give them some space and time for a guys night before replying.

Mati: Well, Male just went out with friends, how bad is it? Do I need to rally the troops? cause I can always text Fran and Agus at least. Lemme know.

He didn’t even wait for the elder’s response, he sent a quick S.O.S text to the others and soon enough they were all at his place. Not long after they were all there, wine was flowing around, so were the laughs and silly jokes until Fran perked up a bit and looked at his freckled face friend “okay, what was the S.O.S text Mati sent about Kuku? spill darling.”

Esteban looked up at the blond sat across from him, and took a deep breath letting it out in a heavy sigh before downing his glass and getting a new one. “you got time?” he looked around a humorless chuckle getting past his lips as the others just looked at him; “okay, so remember the party my childhood friends threw for me a few weeks ago?” at the nod from the rest he continued “well.. there was a girl there…Y/N”.

“The one from your lovey dovey pictures on IG” Agus added on “you two dating?”

Kuku shook his head huffing “wish it was that easy bro, no, she’s dating my childhood best friend, I know she’s absolutely unhappy, I’m sure he’s a douche to her to say the least, and she’s so incredible, she’s not only gorgeous, but smart, sweet, witty, charming, talented, dude, she’s perfect, she literally is pretty much perfect, and I just can’t get her off my mind, and I wish there was something I could do to make her realize that Lucas, my friend, doesn’t deserve to be next to her and for her to finally leave him. He’s shutting her off so much, she’s wilting next to him”  he rambled on for a while about the whole situation and ended up with a small shrug of his shoulders while he downed his drink again. 

The boys looked at eachother. “Have you tried telling her how you feel?” Mati said as if it were the most obvious next step, and he was right, it was the obvious next step, that’s what he needed to do, and he was gonna do it, he needed to get together with Y/N again and tell her everything that had been going on in his mind.

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It's nice to have a friend ~ Polin

pairing: modern!penelope featherington x modern!colin bridgerton

warning: some swearing, sexual innuendos, fat shaming, shitty mother, usual bridgerton chaos, insomnia, insecurities

summary: a walk through colin and penelope's relationship based on it's nice to have a friend by mother, doctor, taylor allison swift

word count: 2,9k

Penelope Featherington was walking home after a long day at the university and her only company was the ringing bell of the nearby primary school. January didn’t treat London nicely this year and everything around her was completely covered in white fluff. She was barely able to see a chalk drawing on a sidewalk as it was also covered in thin layer of snow. She smiled to herself when she realised that three little people were drawn on the pavement and signed “me and my best friends”. She thought it was the most adorable thing in the world. She’d never been very sentimental about stuff like that but today she felt like she might actually cry because of how freaking cute that was. 

She regained her composure when she felt a piercing cold air on her bare fingers. She put her hands into the pockets of her coat only to realise that she lost her gloves, and it was freezing outside, and she still had at least half a kilometre walk to her flat. 

‘Awesome,’ she muttered under her breath.

Penelope felt a tap on her shoulder and she thought her soul had just left her body for good. She didn’t have time to reach for pepper spray nor was she half a decent runner to escape the intruder. She waited for the inevitable when a person revealed his face. It was only Colin. Her life long crush, Colin. Her best friend’s brother, Colin. Her best friend too, if she let herself be bold enough to assume so. 

‘Hello, Pen.’

‘Colin! I didn’t expect to see you here.’

‘Yeah, I was just walking by and saw you and thought I’d say hi. You’re going home?”

‘Thousand times yes.’

He laughed. She liked the sound of that. It felt nice to hear him laugh at something she said. Even if it wasn’t even a little funny. Still, even Colin’s warm laugh couldn’t prevent her body from shaking from how bloody cold it was. 

‘You cold?’ 

‘I lost my gloves. But I’ll be fine, don’t worry.’

‘Here, take this.’ He handed her one of his blue gloves. Penelope blushed slightly at the gesture but hoped he wouldn’t notice as her cheeks were already pink from the wind. They walked for some time when he suddenly stopped.

‘Wanna hang out? At my place? It’s closer than yours.’

‘Yeah, sounds like fun.’

***

Penelope found herself in Colin Bridgerton’s childhood bedroom for the hundredth time in the past few months looking at him playing some weird video game. Eloise still had classes and Penelope didn’t feel like sitting on her own in their shared flat so she accepted Colin’s invitation to his game session. She was never into such things, not even as a child, not with her mother towering over her shoulder all the time, forcing her into reading educational books instead of some ‘muddling activities’, so she had never played them when she was a kid and now that she’s twenty something years old she just couldn’t find any will in herself to start it. She just didn’t see a point in doing that. Old habits die hard. 

‘C’mon Pen, play with me, it’s just Mario Kart.’ 

‘I can’t.’ He frowned. 

‘Why not?’

‘I don’t know how. I’ve never done that before.’

‘NO WAY! You’re friends with Eloise and she has never forced you into playing Mario Kart with her?!’ 

Penelope just looked at him with a small shrug.

‘It’s okay, I’ll teach you. Sit here.’

He tapped a place between his legs on his bed. She blushed. There was no way she would be able to sit there and play a stupid game while Colin's arms were wrapped around her body. But she did as he told her and sat in front of him and took a pad from him.

‘Are you ready?’ She nodded. ‘Alright, you have to press this button to start and those to move…’

***

Penelope was so happy to finally have vacation. As much as she loved journalism and literature, she was more than ready to unwind and rest during her leave. Her newly landed job was intense and so was her new boss. Charlotte Queen did not let anybody off the hook unless they did everything perfectly and Pen freshly out of university had a bit of hard time adjusting. She was at the annual Bridgertons’ barbecue sitting next to Gregory chatting her ear off with his attempts of flirting (no matter how sweet that was she couldn't really put her heart in it, he was still a kid in her eyes) and trying to ignore the piercing gaze of her mother, who definitely did not approve of her short fitted blue dress. It was too short, too fitting, and definitely too blue, and not yellow enough. She stood up from her seat, took her plate and went to Anthony who was grilling some meat. 

‘Classy apron, Viscount Bridgerton.’ He was wearing an apron that said ‘sexy cook’. Probably a gag gift from one of his siblings. 

He glared at her but then laughed. 

‘Do you want a sausage?’

‘Yeah, I would like one, thank you.’ As he was putting a sausage on her plate she heard her mother's shrieking voice. 

‘I don’t think you should be eating that, Penelope, you can skip some of your meals, dear.’

Suddenly she wasn’t feeling hungry anymore. She left her plate on a table next to Anthony and went straight to her seat. Anthony tried to call after her but she ignored him. In another part of the garden, Colin stopped mid track his conversation with Kate about India when he heard Portia’s words. He furrowed his eyebrows on the fact that Pen really listened to her mother and refused to eat. He didn't like it a bit. 

‘I’m sorry, Kate, I have something to do.’ She just smiled at him and made a ‘go ahead’ gesture.

He took his phone out of his pocket and sent a quick text to Penelope. When she felt her phone buzzing and picked it up from the table, she saw a message from Colin.

Wanna hang out?

yes

She took her handbag and denim jacket and followed him to the entrance of the garden. He gestured to her to get into his car. 

‘Where are we going, Col?’

‘Eat.’

‘But we just ate.’

‘No, WE didn’t. I did.’

‘I’m not hungry.’

‘I don’t care. I am.’

Of course he cared and he didn’t listen to her protests, and soon after they were sitting in a car-park eating burgers and chips that Colin got at a drive through. 

‘Don’t listen to that shit.’

She snapped out of the haze.

‘What do you mean?’

‘Don’t listen to the shit your mother is saying to you. You’re perfect just the way you are. And you have to eat to stay healthy, Pen.’

She blushed at his words. She knew he didn’t mean anything by that but it still made her heart flutter. If she wanted to get over her crush on him, he really had to stop saying things like that. But that was that and she couldn’t change his feelings nor could she forced herself to stop loving him. She tried and failed. She just had to accept that he simply saw her the same way he saw Daphne, Eloise, Francesca or Hyacinth. His friendship had to be enough. 

‘Thank you, Colin, it's nice to have a friend.’

She broke her own heart by saying those words. But this was for the best.

***

In August, Colin, Penelope, Eloise and her new friend Philip, decided to go camping. Their idea was brilliant until they realised that they live in England and it’s bloody raining all the damn time even during the summer. When it wasn’t pouring outside they tried to make the best of their time, but there wasn’t much left to do, because even when it wasn't raining, there was so much water everywhere and so much mud. So really, all that was left to do was sitting in their tents playing some stupid secondary school games. 

Penelope was a little bit miserable during this trip because Eloise obviously wanted to hang out with Philip and Pen as her tent roommate had to spend half of her time outside to give them some privacy. After two days, Colin just ordered Philip to switch the tent with Penelope cause there was no point in them getting rid of her every two hours. So for the rest of the stay, she slept in Colin's tent. She was totally cool with it and her heart wasn’t making somersaults at all.

On the last (rainy) night when she was about to go to sleep, Colin broke the silence. 

'I want to travel.'

Penelope smiled at him because she knew that for some time now. Well, at least she was suspecting it. She knew he was searching for a purpose and he couldn’t find it in England and he longed for adventure.

'Then do that.' 

'I also want to write.' 

'Then do that too.' 

He looked at her like she was a bit crazy. 

'What if I'm not good enough at it?'

'Then you'll get better, no one's born a perfect writer, all of those great novelists and poets had to start somewhere or otherwise we wouldn't know them now. You've got this, Col, I know you do.'

He grabbed her hand in the dark. 

'Thanks, Pen, it's nice to have a friend.'

***

In the last week of summer, after Colin's got back for a short break from his almost the two year trip, Pen and Colin decided to make the best of the last few days of warm weather, before the rainy autumn comes back and enjoy their last days in each other's company before he gets back to travelling and she gets back to work.

She looked up from her spot on a blanket and stared at the light pink sky up on the roof of Aubrey Hall. It was getting dark and late as the sun sunk down. 

'Do you want to head back?' 

Colin was a considerate type of guy in comparison to Eloise, who usually tended to forget about other people and their needs, unless reminded. The two were completely different but Penelope still adored them both equally. Okay, maybe not. She definitely wouldn’t want to jump Eloise’s bones as much as attractive she was. 

She looked away from the sky and towards Colin. She didn’t want to burst the bubble they were in. She liked being alone with him. She liked the fact that he listened. Simply listened. And he saw her, the real her. Even though he clearly couldn’t see or chose to ignore how much in love she was with him. 

‘No, not really. I mean, there’s no curfew, right?’

He smiled thinking about the one time he actually sneaked into her house, way past the curfew, and almost got caught just because he wanted to tell her about his plans for a gap year.

‘No, there’s no curfew… Wanna play twenty questions?’

‘Is there a need for that? I’m almost a hundred percent sure we know each other better than that.’

 ‘C’mon Pen, it’s going to be fun, here, I’ll start. What is your book about?’

‘Romance.’

‘And? That’s it? There has to be something more.’

‘That’s another question, Col. My turn. When are you going to send your journals to the publisher?’

‘I’m not sure I am.’ 

‘What? Why?’

‘Two additional questions, wait for your turn. Have you been sleeping well?’

‘Uhm, sure?’ Colin didn’t look convinced. ‘Are you sure that’s what you want to use your question for?’

‘Yeah. Pretty sure. Also, the unwritten rule of twenty questions is telling the truth, so please, tell me the truth, Pen.’

She licked her lips considering how much of her late struggles she was supposed to share with Colin without lying and worrying him too much. 

‘Okay, not so much. It’s the heat, I can’t sleep because of it.’

Technically not a lie. The temperatures were not helping her insomnia. 

‘Anyway, my turn. Why do you not want to show the publisher your journals?’

‘Because they need editing and I can’t edit them myself to make them decent enough to be actually published.’

‘That’s bullshit, Colin, they’re already brilliant as they are but if you want, I can help you. Editing is kinda my job anyway.’

He looks at her gratefully. 

‘I’d love that.’ 

He kept looking at her until she asked if he wanted to ask his next question.

‘Oh, yeah, sure, you’ve been stressed out lately?’

‘Sort of, yeah. It’s hard to keep up with the pace at work and my mum is so behind with paying off her loan and she keeps asking for help and my salary stops covering my and her bills. You?’

‘Yeah, me too. But it’s not important, wanna talk about your mum?’

‘No, I want you to tell me why you’re stressed.’

‘I think I want to stop travelling that much. I’m applying for a job here and I’m getting a flat. I’m thinking about settling down.’ 

She looked away from him. Colin staying in the country was a dream come true but Colin settling down with some woman was like a nightmare coming to life. 

‘Wow. That’s a big decision. Good for you, Col. So, who finally convinced you to stay?’

At that moment Colin felt it was the right moment. He didn’t really want to wait any longer. He didn’t know when he realised that he wanted a future with her nor did he understand that. But he did come to his senses and waiting any longer was not an option. He needed her in his life in more ways than as just a friend. He felt that something finally gave him the nerve to touch her hand. 

‘You, Pen.’ He whispered. ‘Cause it’s nice to have a friend.’ 

***

Penelope was walking home to the sound of church bell rings that carried her all the way back. She wasn’t sure if that was a real wedding or maybe her madly in love mind made that up. As she was passing by the old church, she saw the rice on the ground and thought that it actually felt like snow. And she wasn’t delusional after all, some couple really did get married that day. 

She was so happy that the weekend has started because it meant at least two and one third of a day with Colin, doing absolutely nothing, just chilling. But then her phone rang and it turned out to be a call from Portia Featherington herself. Penelope was so worn out after the workload she's been having lately that even a thought of her mother’s nonsense idea of family dinner made her want to crawl into a hole and cry. She knew that the meeting would be a mess. She knew that Philippa and Albion would be a bit too loud and detached from reality but not cruel. She knew that Prudence would be making fun of her for everything and Harry would just smile and agree with whatever his wife said. She knew that everything Portia would say would be nothing more than a bunch of bullshit, but her mother did know where to hit so it would leave a bruise. So Pen was more than happy to bail and stay at home. 

What she was not so happy about, however, was the fact that her mother would never give her peace, if they ditch the dinner with her side of the family. It felt almost bizarre, using that phrase, because technically Colin was not her husband, not even her fiance and relatively speaking, her family was simply her family, he didn’t have any obligations towards them.

But Colin was a good boyfriend. He knew what a bitch Portia and Prudence could be, and would never allow Pen to deal with them on her own. The years she spent dealing with their crap alone were more than enough, and now that he finally came to his senses about his feelings, he was going to be there to protect her for the rest of their lives. 

Colin was looking at Penelope as she was driving to her family house and couldn’t help but notice how tired and distracted she was. She was still driving safely but her sour mood was visible. 

‘Hey, Pen, wanna switch? I can drive for the rest of the way.’

‘No, there’s no need to. I’m fine, it’s not a long drive.’

‘Are you sure? I know you didn’t get much sleep last night.’

She really didn’t. Her insomnia kicked back and she hadn’t been able to sleep for more than two hours every night for the last two weeks. She tried to convince him that she was fine, but he could call her bluff at the blink of an eye. 

‘Fine, you can drive.’

He smiled at her as she pulled over and gave her a quick kiss as they got out of the car. 

‘Thank you, babe.’

***

The dinner was an absolute and utter disaster. Portia Featherington didn’t disappoint with her nagging comments and unsolicited criticism. She knew how much Pen was working and that she didn't sleep well, and yet the only thing she could say to her was that she should start wearing more makeup and that her figure was not suitable for someone with her height. Colin had enough of her bullshit.

‘Penelope is working really hard because Mrs. Danbury offered her a possible promotion but she has to prove herself and she works her arse off, which you should be proud of. And she’s the most beautiful woman in the world and if you can’t see the value of your own daughter, then you’re fucking blind.’

Colin stood up from his chair, grabbed Pen by hand and dragged her out of the fucking madhouse. He was so furious he realised that he hadn’t said a word to Penelope until they were half way through to their flat.

‘I’m sorry, love. I know they're your family but I couldn’t just sit there and listen as they offended my brilliant girlfriend.’

‘No, I wanted to thank you for having my back there.’

‘Everyday.’

Penelope has realised that for a long time now, she stopped associating home with a place but with a person. At this very moment, their old beat up ford was home, because Colin was there with her. She didn’t need her shitty family when she got him. He was more than enough for her. And Bridgertons were a package deal, with one you got the whole bunch, so she knew that she had more people that she could count on, than she could ever dreamt of.

‘What do you wanna do for the rest of the day?’

She thought about his question for a while. She wasn’t in the mood for anything really, she just wanted to lay in bed and maybe sleep. And maybe she wanted cuddles too.

‘Stay in bed.’

Colin looked at her and smirked. 

‘Colin Bridgerton!’

He just smiled and kissed her knuckles. 

‘We can stay in bed the whole weekend. We’ve got all the time in the world.’

Later, Penelope sighed happily, as she was lying in his arms in her comfortable clothes. It truly was nice to have a friend. And she was bloody lucky that it was Colin.

[xylianasblog]

I’ll catch you if you fall.

Pairings: Lo’ak x Fem!reader, Oc!Metkayina male x Fem!Reader

Summary: You found comfort in the unlikeliest of ways.

Warnings: fluff, cursing, slut shaming, just Loak being possessive idiot, violence only slightly.

Slightly proofread!

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It had been a week since you met Naeem, he seemed to consume your every thought. He was sweet and very funny and he was very affectionate. You spent all your free time with him after helping out and training, it was as if he actively searched you out when he was done with his own warrior duties or hunting.

Today was no different except it was, there was training and everyone was at the usual spot only today Naeem sat beside you. You couldn’t help but admire him as he helped teach. “No Tanhì.. like this.” he whispered softly as he corrected your fingers, his cold touch lingering, you gave him a little hum as he fixed your fingers. You could feel the curious gaze of the others which was fine but Lo’aks and Tsireya’s heated glares felt like they were piercing into your soul. “Thanks..” You gave him a little shy smile.

From the moment he saw your face all those months ago when you first arrived with the sullies. Naeem knew he wanted you but was too shy to even make himself known, but when he saw you alone crying after an evening swim he knew he had to heal the hurt in your heart. He hated to see you cry. And the moment Naeem heard you giggle as you spoke to him he knew he was done for, you instantly had him wrapped around your finger.

Naeem didn’t care for the others around in your small circle of friends, he was just enjoying touching you, as if he had to have some sort of skin contact with you, especially if it meant you’d smell like him even just for a little while.

He was very much aware of the jealous stares Lo’ak gave him every time he touched you or spoke to you. He wasn’t scared of the Omatikayan male because as far as Naeem was concerned you were his, his love, his future mate and he planned on making it known soon. The others were confused because they had heard stories of the male being unapproachable and cold towards everyone, he did not like people but he we was being sweet and gentle with you. Lo’ak and Tsireya both seemed deterred by this, she was for once glaring at you. Before you came she had a huge crush on Naeem and to see him being sweet to you in such a way made her furious, especially when she could never seem to get his time and affection. Lo’ak was seething, how dare you give your attention and time so someone other than him despite what he had done to him you would always be his whether he chose you or not.

“Don’t you think that’s enough touching.” Lo’aks voice rang out through the peaceful space. Naeem looke up at Lo’ak with a heated gaze but said nothing as he went back to ignoring him, his gaze softened when turned to look at you. You rolled your eyes at Lo’ak before turning your attention back to Naeem you smiled at him before asking what his name meant you were curious. “My name means comfort and comfort which I think is fitting because I’d love nothing more than to be yours.” He had a cocky smirk as he blatantly flirted with you. This caused you to look away immediately trying to his the heat of a blush rising on your cheeks. “That.. mmm..” was all you could get yourself to say.

“How you find this dude Y/n? Finally stopped opening your legs for the village till you found someone who wanted you now that I have Reya.” Lo’ak spat he knew exactly what he was doing, he wanted to hurt you fill you with the pain he was feeling. You looked at him blinking away the tears, for once you weren’t sure what to say. “Got tired of being the village whore Y/n, I’m surprised because all you seem to be good for is spreading your legs to anyone who gives you the slightest attention.” He said with so much hate, he was definitely hurt that someone else was making feel all the things he use too.”

Naeem growled softly at the words Lo’ak said, he instantly turned his attention to you watching as your eyes filled with tears but never fell. You let out a shaky breath as you stood up, and without warning you delivered a punch straight to his face. He stumbled back a few times faces turned to the side as he felt the stinging pain of your hit. “Shut the fuck up Lo’ak. You have no right to talk shit when you were cheating on me with her!” Everyone in the friend group let out small collective gasp, Lo’aks ears went back but that didn’t stop his step forward and rough push to your shoulders. You stood your ground as you continued speaking. “You don’t know anything. I never knew I needed to sleep around to get a guys attention that wasn’t yours.” You said icily.

Naeem stood to his full height towering over Lo’ak, he pushed him back not liking how close to you he had gotten. “Move away from her.” His voice was low and dangerous, his ocean blue eyes seemed to darken with anger. “Does she smell like other men of the village to you?” Naeem questioned him. You tilted your head in slight question yourself if anything you thought you smelled like you normally of soft earthy tone, but that was far from it.

Naeem grabbed you by the waist pulling your back into his chest as he buried his nose into your neck, he pressed a soft kiss against your skin causing you to shiver. Lo’ak was absolutely furious as he watched but stayed silent. “She smells like me, no other male shall touch her.. Y/n is mine.” He declared strongly as he held you close, you smiled a little feeling grateful.

You closed your eyes as you relaxed into his hold eyebrows pinched together as you took a moment. “I am no longer yours Lo’ak. I have no been since the moment you started seeing Tsireya..” You needed to make it known now, slowly lifting your eyes to look at his face as you spoke. “You will always be mine Y/n. No matter if I want you or not.” Lo’ak stated, you shook your head quickly.

“Why would I put myself through the hurt, you don’t need me.. you only want me because I am desirable to someone else. Someone who needs me, not just wants me when it’s convenient.” Lo’aks ears flattened as he tail went limp, Tsireya looked at Lo’ak and teared up. “You would have kept her! You would have still seen her despite everything we’ve done?”

You didn’t get to hear the rest of the argument as Naeem quickly pulled you away, you felt happy that he stood to protect you, to claim you so proudly. You stared down at your intertwined fingers the difference in your skin colors seemed to melt together perfectly.

As he lead you off you closed your eyes, feeling content once again. The silence wasn’t your only friend anymore, you didn’t need to rely on the quiet. For once you didn’t have to force yourself to love the thought of being so alone.

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[luvuwite]

do you have any tips or advice on how to properly socialize and make friends, both online and irl? i do not want to sound like one of those people, but i’m being so serious and genuine when i say that i’m autistic, awkward, and socially anxious, and basically shy and introverted, so understanding social cues and all of that has got to be the hardest thing for me 😭 you feel like a reliable source since you’ve got a lot of friends, it seems. i feel like these days, people can be so cold, judgmental, closed, and hard to read, in my pov, which makes going out of my comfort zone very, very difficult. you have no clue how many times i’ve been told to basically embrace being alone, but no one really wants to be lonely, especially after seeing people with many cool and funny friends, it can be a soul crushing experience sometimes. i’m actually curious, but you don’t have to answer this: have you ever been lonely, yourself? or have you always been on the social side?

I think after the quarantine in 2020/2021 there was a very noticeable shift in the people and how they act/behave, that's likely why you feel like everyone's so 'mean' nowadays, because it's sorta true that people and more noticeably the internet really shifted after that time frame. idk what happened but somethin def happened

trust me when i say this but making friends is still a genuine struggle as of date, in 2020 (or that kinda time frame) people were already depraved of IRL socialization, so almost everyone was open to making new mutuals/friends because the internet is kinda all we had atp, and that's when i had met 90% of the people who are friends as of date

i think nowadays im able to better understand myself and how i behave, as you get older you kinda stop relying so much on others opinions because you simply... don't have the time or energy to anymore 😭 because I occupy my IRL time with work, school, and art, i'm less available to the people who aren't super close to me, and more available to the people who are if that makes sense. i say try to find people who are willing to look for new friendships, who are people you see you can try to have a good conversation with

I found that having low-maintenance friends is honestly the norm and the most manageable, because honestly think abt it, would you really have the time to be CONSTANTLY talking to your friends, everyday, after spending all day in classes and then working weekends 9-5?

of course sometimes i get lonely, but i have it so much better than i had it probably 3-4 years ago when i was ACTUALLY alone and lonely, i tried to make myself look social (even as of now) to not only be a good model, but also to make the people around me feel comfortable enough to match that energy, or let loose and just quietly vibe around me, because in the end of the day we're all just people who want to have a good life and be able to be happy and relax, and i don't think there's a reason why i wouldn't want people to be able to feel that way when they're around me, kinda like having me be a "comfort" or somethin IDK LOL IM RAMBLING

sorry for the long post! but i hoped to have answered somethin

[yaboy-miz]

I have some COTL followers that I want to draw so bad but I have no idea how to draw furries so while I figure out how tf a snout works in a front or 3/4 view I’ll just describe them for now.

Haar was my first follower. They were a grey rabbit with white tufts of fur on their cheeks. I don’t remember their personality. Their name was actually lost for a while because of a weird glitch where all of my followers from before a certain point didn’t show up when doing a resurrection, but I never forgot their face. They started showing up again sometime after the update so now I have that record again. In my little bit of lore I have for them, they never got a grave because there were very few resources and their body was damaged in a way that would make burying them difficult (in the actual game I butchered them by accident while getting used to the controls), so the lamb gave them an unmarked stone with some loose things around it. Over time their name was lost to history and even the Lamb forgot, so when resources were plentiful enough that they could afford to give a centuries-old grave some attention they drew a picture of them from memory rather than writing their name.

Thebre is my oldest living follower and also my favorite. He’s also bugged in some weird way where he somehow lost all of his naturally occurring traits, which resulted in me getting soft locked whenever I selected him first in the mating tent. I don’t know if it’s been fixed but I’m sure as hell not gonna test that. He’s my spouse and im pretty sure he was one of if not the first that I married. This guy has died five separate times and it’s actually ridiculous. His first was via sacrifice because I had the Good Die Young trait and I didn’t want him to die in shame. The second was before the update that let them take off their necklaces because he had a skull necklace and I wanted to give him a gold skull necklace. The last three are because this dumbass managed to have his soul damned three separate times before the game was patched so that they’d return alive after you defeat them thrice. Two of those were because this fucker won’t stop drinking. I have a lot of lore for him that I’ll go into later but the one bit I will drop because it’s funny as fuck is that he somehow became lovers with every single god in the cult grounds except for Narinder, and that’s only because I’m married to both of them. This man fell for five different gods and I think that’s hilarious, so in his lore I decided that he has a one sided crush on all of them but doesn’t make a move because he’s old enough to remember who they are.

I have more but they don’t have much lore so I’ll cover them later.

[sylviesoothsayer22]

Well-Matched - Chapter 6

Ipomoea quamoclit Part I

Summary:

My fault...

All my fault....

All my fault....

Wei Ying just wanted to get better.

WARNING: there's past!wangxian, Hua Cheng only shows up at the end, blood, dismembered body parts, disfigurement and death of a child. So, if this isn't your cup of tea, it's okay. You can come back next week for soft Huaxian moments if you prefer. WWX is in a really bad place this chapter.

If Wei Ying had a mouth, he would have screamed himself hoarse by now.

He was without a voice or body. A pathetic, helpless, shapeless mass of energy wholly at their mercy.

He could feel burning sensations all over his current form, almost as if he was being stabbed by countless red-hot needles. All he could do was writhe in agony, his spirit trying to pitifully squeeze between their fingers and escape, as clawed hands, pressed and condensed his fragile being, molding it like clay.

It hurts… Was all his thoughts could formulate.

Just a little longer, my lord…. They would assure.

Please do not leave us…

Let us help you….let us help you….

They were forcefully stitching his frayed spirit back together and imbuing it with demonic qi, Wei Ying would eventually realize.

Enough….just stop…. please ….

He should have had his very soul scattered and lose its chance at reincarnation.

It was no less than what he deserved.

“WEI WUXIAN!”

A feminine voice was calling out to him.

“I KNOW YOU’RE STILL THERE!”

Whose calling…?

“PLEASE!”

Blurred images flowed back into his mind.

He was in a cave.

There was a young girl around his age.

 A branding iron.

I know her…. I saved her….

“SHE NEEDS YOUR HELP!”

Who…?

Who could possibly ask for my help?

“WEI WUXIAN!”

Whose calling?! What was her name?!

Enough. He growled.

They didn’t listen and continued to crush him in their suffocating embrace.

“I SAID ENOUGH!” He roared.

The blood-pool they were hovering over suddenly boiled and glowed molten red. Bursting bubbles formed into countless sharp spikes that shot in every direction, hitting several wraiths in the process. The creatures let out loud, ear-piercing, shrieks akin to the damned. Their wails echoed all around the dank cave as they shrank and receded into the walls, out of their enraged master’s sight.

Gently, like a leaf separated from its branch and drifting down, his spirit descended onto the cave floor.

Feeling his senses slowly come back to him, Wei Wuxian cracked his eyes open, sat up on his knees and studied his hands.

They had now regained their human shape, but he could see right through them. His new form felt unstable, flickering in and out of existence. A candle light trying so desperately to keep burning on its little wick. 

Looking around for the person who called out to him, his eyes were attracted to movement within the blood-pool.

There were bodies floating up from the water’s depths.

The smallest one looked to be about three or four years old.

If he were capable of breathing, his lungs would have felt crushed from the sheer dread that coursed through his veins.

….no.

No.

Nononononononono-

Mind blank, Wei Ying crawled to what remained of his family.

He climbed into the thick pool of blood and human waste. Nostrils stinging from the smell of rusted iron and filth. Robes weighing him down as he wadded past mutilated carcasses, floating limbs, and decapitated heads. From the corner of his eye, he spotted a hint of familiar grey hair matted with crusted blood and free from its typical bun. The bones of the skull poking out of rotting flesh.

Wei Wuxian vacantly stared at (what he assumed) was Granny’s head, before continuing.

Finally, he reached the littlest corpse, carefully shook its shoulder and called out:

“A-Yuan….? What are you doing?” He barely registered the manic trace in his voice, the shaking, the overwhelming need to vomit. Like an infection, hysteria settled into his mind. Growing in magnitude the longer he kept talking .

“Come on, this isn’t funny.”

“You’ll catch a cold like this.”

“A-Yuan….? Baobei…?”

“Open your eyes. Please… ”

Eye.

He could only see one eye.

The other half of his face-

Oh gods…

His son’s face-

“You want some help? Here. Xian-ge will take care of it!”

Quivering hands hovered over the boy, Wei Wuxian tenderly wrapped his arms around the little one’s waist and pulled him up. He didn’t even lift him that far before his son fazed through Wei Ying’s flickering form. The child fell back into the pool, landing on top of another corpse with a sickening splash!

“I’m sorry!” He yelped, horrified.

“Here! Come here! I’ll get you out this time!”

He tried for the second time.

And a third and a fourth.

It was no use.

He couldn’t touch him. He couldn’t feel him.

Wei Ying collapsed back into the pool. Unable to do anything else, he settled the-the corpse onto his lap. Hugging him- it tightly and pressing the head against his cheek, he shivered.

Cold.

He shouldn’t be so cold.

How is A-Yuan going to warm himself up in heaven?

The least he could do was give them a proper burial and he couldn’t even do that much.

Unable to do anything else, he howled. Utterly gutted and enraged. Animalistic screams he didn’t know he was capable of ripped out of his throat. The cave walls cracking and crumbling as demonic energy gathered and lashed out in response to his grief.

My fault…

I’ll never forgive them…

All my fault…

WHO WAS IT?!

All my fault…

Someone needs to PAY!

Wei Ying snapped his eyes open, only to be met with darkness where he could hardly make out the cracked ceiling above him. Wiping away the last remains of his nightmare with his long sleeve, the ghost carefully rolled his head to the side and checked over the little one tucked against him, fast asleep.

He slowly reached out and gently traced A-Yuan’s features with the tips of his fingers, touch feather-light. Basking in the sense of contact.

He was careful not to brush against the wound that was on one side of A-Yuan’s face.

The injury that ultimately snuffed out his life.

Beneath the candlelight, Wei Wuxian could fool himself by believing that the colour of his son’s cheeks were still a hale and healthy pink.

With the slight shuffles A-Yuan made in his sleep, Wei Wuxian could pretend that the boy’s chest was still rising and falling.

By ignoring the last two years, Wei Wuxian could delude himself into thinking that A-Yuan had grown a few inches, as if his little one isn’t currently frozen at the tender age of four.

A bittersweet expression would cross Granny’s face every time it was her turn to tuck A-Yuan into bed.

They’re supposed to grow like weeds at this point. She would sigh.

He could feel a fresh wave of tears building up. A traitorous sob managed to escape past his lips. Sensing movement, Wei Ying quickly clamped a hand over his mouth and laid still. Glassy eyes took in the little body twitching and curling up even tighter against the man before finally relaxing again.

If Wei Ying felt more like himself, he would’ve joked that his son was making his best turtle-impression.

Instead, he slowly reached out for the discarded stuffed bunny lying on the side. Wei Wuxian carefully switched positions with the toy, watching as A-Yuan instinctively curled his arms in a vice-like grip once the stuffing was within his reach. He waited for a few more moments to see if his son would wake, then tenderly kissed the little forehead.

The young ghost slipped out of the bed and quietly left the room.

Exiting the inn he was temporarily staying at, Wei Wuxian took a turn to the left and continued on his way.

Where was he going? He didn’t know.

He just knew it had to be far away from worried eyes.

Wei Wuxian took extra care to duck behind walls and into alleyways whenever he heard a ghost passing by. He could just imagine what they would think if they saw him in this state:

Isn’t that Black Flute? The guy seems a little out of it, don’t ya think?

That’s the new Calamity? Why does he look like shit?

Why are his eyes red? Was he crying ?! Did this wannabe Ghost King actually cry?!

He didn’t need those words to go back to the Wens. They had enough on their plate, thank you very much.

He didn’t stop until the hollers from Ghost Market quieted to a dull roar, till the smoothed-down path beneath his feet had turned uneven with rocks and tree roots, till the moon and stars decorating the sky were hidden behind leaves and foliage.

This seemed like a decent enough spot.

Good. His legs had already started shaking.

Wei Ying leaned against the nearest tree and slid down to the cold ground. Too tired to hold up his weight anymore.

Just a bit of rest and he’ll be right as rain soon. He told himself.

Sounds of crying echoed throughout the forest. Miserable sobs that spelled out one’s crushing defeat with every whimper. Wei Ying whipped his head in both directions, trying to locate the source.

It took him a few seconds to register that they were coming from him.

Wait, that’s not supposed to happen.

The shaking had expanded until he was trembling head-to-toe. 

Stop it.

He slapped himself, squeezed his thighs, pinched his biceps, all to the point of bruising himself. Anything. Anything to get these dramatics to stop .

Mucus had pooled into his nose and dripped out of his nostrils; he couldn’t breathe.

In the past two years since he died, Wei Wuxian had made sure to thoroughly distract himself so that he wouldn’t turn out like this. How could he protect the Wens if he kept having these-these moments of madness?

Wei Ying was forced to inhale through his mouth, which somehow made it worse .

His face felt wet and hot, he couldn’t even make out his own hands. A wave of panic had settled into his mind.

Stop crying.

It accomplished nothing and would only leave him with a headache afterwards.

Just stop….!

It wouldn’t stop.

The sobs had taken on a hysterical note to them and morphed into wails that could only come from a wounded animal.

Wei Ying curled into himself, just waiting for this episode to pass on its own.

Oh, I see. It’s because they’re Wen dogs, and Wen dogs aren’t human. So, killing them doesn’t count – that’s what you all meant, right?

You’re very brave. Are you threatening me?

I swear on my name, they’ll never hurt you ever again. I’ll keep you all safe!

Where did all that arrogance come from?

You were just trying to do what was right. Unlike them .

What made him think that he could protect anyone?

They did this. Not you.

In my attempt to make things better, I somehow made it worse.

But they hurt them! They killed A-Yuan!

I promised to keep you all safe and I broke it in the cruelest way possible.

Are you just going to let them walk freely?! No punishment for the needless deaths on their part?!

“But I’m the one who started it!” He choked out.

Wei Ying clawed at his face. Pulling at the tender meat of his cheeks until he drew blood.

I don’t even know why they’re all still following me. How could they trust me after proving what a colossal failure I am?

His mind wanted to shift the blame both on himself and those hypocrites who put him and the Wens in this situation.

Who is ultimately responsible? The Yiling Lazou or the sects? The answers shifted back and forth like a meandering game of cuju. Exhausting and inconclusive.

You need to let it go. His mind would eventually say, once he’d tired himself out.

But he didn’t know how.

I don’t know what to do.

Someone, please tell me what I need to do!

Soft tugs from the top of Wei Ying’s head pierced through the fog of self-doubt.

It seemed that he’d been stuck in his own mind for so long that he caused his little companions to worry.

“I’m alright.” He whispered softly to the fireflies currently flittering above him, lights fluctuating with concern. His elbows tickled as more of them floated out of his sleeves, disturbed from their slumber the moment they felt their master’s distress.

“ I’m alright. ” He insisted and showed them his hand “See? The shaking stopped.”

Wei Ying gently tugged the strands of his hair out of the worried creatures’ grasp. They continued buzzing around his head, some nestling themselves against his wounded cheeks, trying to get rid of the blood.

“It’ll heal soon.” He assured, while gently waving them off. Wei Ying stood up, wobbling slightly as he did so, and slowly pulled out a familiar black flute.

He stared at Chenqing for a few moments. Despite all the hardships he and the flute went through, it had somehow still maintained its original form. Still retained the same black shade as all the other corrupted bamboos back at the Mounds. The instrument’s body remained unchanged, not a single scratch or blemish in sight.

The only difference was that the jade token he’d meticulously crafted was long gone. All that was left was a frayed red string pitifully swaying against the night breeze.

Deciding to distract himself, Wei Ying took a steadying breath, placed the flute onto his lips and played.

It was a song that he memorised by heart, though for the life of him, he could not recall where he heard it from or if it even had a name. Wei Ying can only say that this song brought him comfort, accompanied by a bittersweetness that just wouldn’t stop nibbling at the back of his mind.

It reminded him of cool, still waters, of breathtaking views only seen through mountainsides, of fresh winds that cleanse the lungs with a single breath, of the sense of safety at the sight of soft blue skies, of roiling clouds that add a touch of tranquillity once spotted, of the steady sounds of guqin strings humming and lulling its listeners to a dreamless sleep…

Wei Ying felt his little companions gradually stop buzzing and nest back into his sleeves. He allowed his shoulders to relax some as he carried the song to its end.

After the final note faded into the wind, Wei Ying took a moment to collect himself, wiping away the fresh tears clinging to his eyelashes.

Great. Now he was crying for a different reason….

The silence was broken by a soft clink-clinking sound resonating throughout the forest. Enrapturing and pleasant to the ear.

A familiar, yet undeniably deeper, voice called out:

“A lovely song. May this one know its name?”

Note 1: Cuju or Ts'u-chü (蹴鞠): the ancient Chinese ball game that's similar to football. WWX is basically saying there's nonstop back-and-forth blame-shifting going on in his head that's akin to a ball game that never ends.

Note 2: Ipomoea quamoclit or cypress vine flower, was a popular option to decorate one's grave with in the Victorian times. So, it could easily symbolize grief and sorrow. But in Chinese culture, the flower also means restricted and unrequited love, (which I think is perfect considering how the Wangxian ship went in this verse) among other meanings.

Hope ya liked the new chapter. If you did, please be sure to drop a like/comment!

[prismaticpichu]

Numbers and Algorithm

We’re back at it again with the Ted Talk! I found the last one very cathartic as it touched upon things I’ve felt a whole lot in the past, so I’m gonna pluck another struggle out and try and talk it through, with the hope of maybe opening a heart or changing a toxic mindset or two.

Something I’ve found is that social media, in terms of algorithm, is a giant, sometimes stressful, fast train that never ever stops. You gotta cling onto it for dear life if you wanna stay on, and you gotta catch it at the right times to be successful. And that success? It’s reflected in numbers. Likes. Subscribers. Followers. Kudos. Bookmarks. You name it. The system is engraved into almost every interactive platform—and especially the ones where people share their creativity/work.

With a heavy, stubborn heart, I’m gonna say f*ck the numbers. I can’t think of another aspect of social media that messes with your brain and heart and self-esteem more. They can both cause an absolute heyday, jumping for joy, reaching the clouds, and crush your soul at the same exact time. And the thing is that it’s not something you can turn off either; when you’re on social media, I think we naturally want that attention, and that validation, and want to see our work balloon with high numbers. It’s toxic, it’s a little dangerous to the heart, but it’s a part of the contract when you sign up for the posting stuff online game. Needless to say, the most dangerous part of this system is what happens when those numbers don’t even reach the double digits. And what happens when we see others reach the thousands.

Imagine spending weeks on a drawing; you pour so much time and effort and love into it, and along the way, you can’t help but think how well it’s going to do online. It’s fanart of a beloved character! It’s funny! It’s great! All that excitement and anticipation pushes you forward, until the day that it’s done. Then you post it. The post accumulates 5 likes; zero retweets, zero comments, zero anything after the first day. That is… not a fun time. It crushes you. It makes you think what did you do wrong? Why is is not good enough to be viral? Then, to make matters worse, you go and see a meme of stick figures that reaches 900 likes—from a person who doesn’t have a huge following to begin with. Maybe even one that’s smaller than yours.

Whooh boy… jealously is such a big part of this. It’s such a big part of me, and I can try to deny it till the day I die. And I got that speeding train to blame for that (or a least a big chunk of it; I got my own problems). But… what do you do about this then? Well, something that’s helped me, something I’ve forced myself to nail into my head, is to accept two things: One, is that sometimes people just hit the algorithm right, catch that train at the right time, and you don’t. Something explodes in popularity because it was timed right with a trailer that just dropped, or an anniversary, or whatever. It’s how the game goes. Two, is that it’s important to remember that these people who snowball those big numbers, well, there’s a reason they did. I find that I can become blind to this because of envy—and that’s no good. People put time, and effort, and love into projects, and people will recognize that. Maybe the artist of that stick figure meme has an amazing sense of humor my brain refused to recognize. Sometimes you just have to plaster on a smile and support someone else who performed better than you, because ignoring/even trying to look for flaws in their work out of spite is incredibly unkind. Something else I’ve found is that when you praise someone, even if it doesn’t originally come from a sincere place, you might find yourself appreciating others’ work for real. And when that happens, that envy will begin to ebb <3

Finally, and similarly to praise, a huge factor of all of this is expectation. Expecting that fanart to do amazingly well, expecting that story to be gushed about, expecting people to care. The problem lies in what happens when those things aren’t met. Setting expectations is a subliminal thing, and not really something we control. But at the same time, it’s important to not get carried away with them—because that’s where the heartache starts. More than anything, you have to know your work is special, and meaningful, and worth it, without numbers reflecting that. Numbers will not always reflect the time and effort put into something, but that does not mean you did not spend a month writing a single chapter for a story.

We can’t mediate ourselves into telling ourselves we don’t care about numbers—it’s too big of a player in the game. And it’s absolutely okay to accept the hurt that comes with it; stifling it and pretending it means nothing may make you feel worse inside. Truthfully, as long as you know how hard you worked on something, and that worth is not defined by a thumbs up or hearts, then you will be just fine <3 You are hardworking, and strong, and worth a million likes on any platform. And you are incredibly, incredibly brave for putting your work out there!

[ircnbeauty]

✉️

✉️ 𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒂,

𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦-𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥,

i have so many things to ask you, like if you have any idea how wondrous you truly are? or if you even knew the amount on how much i really adore you? did you ever decided to stop and see the changes you've made in me? ( all of them good and never bad, i promise you. because you could only change me for the better, and I'll forever thank you for that. ) and how could you ever dare to question the perfection you truly are? I'll never stop being grateful to whatever higher power that allowed us to meet and be friends because yun haea, i swear you're the best thing that ever happened to me.

sister, best friend, soul-mate, darling, beloved, cherished — your name is is synonymous with all these and so much more. we were once just two young girls, both scarred and scared of whatever's up to come when we first came to sua, saw each other and decided to held on each other tight as we journeyed the new chapters and phases of life together. for years, I've been so wounded from the countless times of people never stopping to take advantage of me, trampling me and just crushing me further : yet you've had been my very first and genuine taste of what its like to become friends without me having any use to you, of what's it meant to be loved without any expectations.

there's so many things about you i could tell you that i love, things that made me adore you so much — but where do i even start?

your starry doe eyes, holding a thousands constellations ( and yet you still shine brighter than a million of stars ) the way the edges of your lips would slowly curl heavenwards into the prettiest smiles that ever graced the earth ( just the sight would have the angels sing and the heavens ruptured ) how you must have the most beautiful soul in the world ( because i swear you've been far too kind and good, even for your own sake ) you're such a golden and glittering thing, a girl made of shinning stardust and wispy daydreams. funny how you might call this adulation, but I'll still tell you this is merely appreciation.

there's so much i want to say, so much i want to speak. but for now, my darling haea, this is enough. will it ever be?

𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒚, 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐧 — ( a letter left forgotten, hidden in the drawers of her nightstand )

[starcatcher144]

Storm Brewing (Part 2)

Another request! I apologize for the wait! Cang Du Lives Au request granted and continued!

Character(s):

Bazz B

Cang Du

Giselle Gewelle

Candice Catnipp

Liltotto Lamperd

Meninas Mcallon

Mention of Bambietta Basterbine

Toshiro Hitsugaya

Rangiku Matsumoto

Gremmy Thoumeaux

Kenpachi

Mention of As Nodt

Tag(s):

Mention of Character Death(s)

Character Death

Uncomfortable Character Dialogue "

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Bazz B stared at Cang Du, who seemed to stare at the dead captain and lieutenant. He felt confused as to why he let him fight against the captain. He knew Cang Du was a loyal soldier towards Yhwach, so why?

Cang Du seemed to have read his mind and turned to stare at him. Cang Du blinked at him before resuming staring at their kill. Their... What a funny word. He scowled, expecting for Cang Du to answer. To his surprise, he did.

"He was suppose to be my target. Why did you take my kill. His majesty had orders for us to kill the captains with their stolen Bankai," Cang Du said. "At least you could have gone for his lieutenant."

"Seem like I care!? I could have stolen anyone's kill but you stole an interesting kill! So I had to take it!"

Cang Du looked at him and gave him a hard glare. "You had no right but to follow his orders."

"Oh! So why didn't you interfer!? Is it because of your damn belief?! Philosophy!?" Bazz B spat, his voice rising as well as his annoyance.

"His Majesty's orders. Follow what you are told. It is very simple. As for my philosophy, I reenforce it when necessary."

Bazz B grit his death and glared at him, wanting to burn a hole on his neck or pick up a fight with him. For him, the battle was just a breeze against the captain. He had enough energy to fight him.

Cang Du must have sensed him because he gave him a stern glare. "This battle is not against each other but the captains."

It pissed Bazz B that Cang Du had not snapped at him back and keeping his temper down, if he had any.

"W-Well your welcome!! I don't give a damn if you live or not!" Bazz B snapped and turned around, ready to departure and join battle.

Cang Du turned his attention towards the opposite direction, though he was guessing he was going to fight other captains. Bazz B clicked his tongue in annoyance and left Cang Du alone with the captain and lieutenant, both of them resting, together. He rolled his eyes at the cold thinking of Cang Du yet began to question why he believed it. He shook his head and continued to venture off to another battle.

He stopped to rest a bit and began to scout, killing enemies in sight, after killing soul reapers (sadly, those that crossed him) he felt everything shake. He stopped and stared at Gremmy fighting. He scowled as he saw him fighting the strongest of the captains, Kenpachi.

That is what you get for stealing someone's prey instead of waiting patiently... he thought, scowling to himself.

He stopped his train of thoughts when he noticed a fireball, large enough to crush what used to be Seireitei. His eyes widened and gritted his teeth.

"THE HELL THOSE THAT IDIOT GREMMY THINK HE'S DOING!?"

He watched as the fireball grew closer and closer, until the small figure of Kenpachi jumped and sliced it in half. He watched as the battle continued, seeing that Kenpachi was truly a monster. He felt his annoyance growing inside of him like the flames he creates.

Finally, he watched as Gremmy somehow got the opportunity to suffocate Kenpachi, killing him. He huffed, turned around and continued his journey. He stopped abruptly when he was the Female Sternritters. He frowned slightly when he noticed that one of them was missing.

Bambietta... Must have died in battle... he thought to himself.

He appeared behind them, watching them stand where Kenpachi's body was. He frowned slightly.

"The hell are you guys doing?! Aren't you all supposed to go hunting for Soul Reapers!? If you "

"Shut up Bazz B! We are deciding if Gigi should use her ability on him. He could be an advantage!" Candice snapped.

"Though I think I should get the credit and decide if you should do so," a voice said from behind.

They all turned around and saw Gremmy, smiling at them. He knew that smile was not sincere and was only send chills down your spine.

"Gremmy! You idiot! We could have all died!!" Bazz B snapped, a vein popping.

"But did you die, I see you more than alive," he said coolly, unaffected by their expressions.

Bazz B clicked his tongue in annoyance.

"When this war is over, I will have time to relieve all the stress that I feel. For example, Candice, would you?"

Candice gave him a look of disgust, not wanting to know what he was referring to. Bazz B shook his head.

"Getting the ladies riled up, aren't you?!" Bazz B snapped.

"Don't worry, I can make anything happen and soon enough, you shall understand," Gremmy said eerily.

Meninas shuttered, now feeling fear, now wondering where As Nodt was. They heard an explosion, bringing their attention to it. Their eyes widened when they saw who it was.

Ichigo Kurosaki.

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A/N: Sorry for taking too long but here it is! Enjoy! :3

Also, sorry for the long list of tags...

[clover-the-awesomest]

Really really wanna just answer as many of these as I can so I’m gonna do just that. Fuck you. I do what I want.

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Espio and Sonic, (STH comics) Hunter, (TOH) Lance and Keith, (VLD) Disaster Twins, (ROTTMNT) Beelzebub, (Helluva Boss) Commander Peepers, (WOY) MK, Macaque, and Tang, (LMK) and I guess Shadow and Renegade from Sonic Prime.

Flamethrower.

Nope! Even keep the blinds over the window because my parents warned me long ago that creeps could climb up my window and look at me sleeping. Highly unlikely cuz I’m on the second floor and we don’t have anything that can be used for climbing up a goddamn wall, but I still keep the window closed cuz otherwise my room gets cold… Don’t like the cold, especially when asleep.

idk, uhhhh… Aliens…? That doesn’t count does it? (I only believe in the slight possibility of there being aliens btw)

Hazel!

idk cuz it was fun

Scrunchies…? I don’t see the difference.

None cuz I left mine downstairs 🥺

No coffee. I’m hyper enough as is. (ADHD gremlin)

Only if they try to slaughter me first 🤷‍♀️

Art class…? Or maybe lunch…? Idfk

It’s a kind of day

BROTHER I WAS EATING ALL GODDAMN DAY I THINK IM FINE FOR NOW (As of writing this lol)

YES OMG The smell of everything before and after it rains is so beautiful and tranquil… It all smells so damp and so clean, so fresh… Like every single plant in the world had just been watered and taken care of. I love it so so incredibly much. My favorite smell in the whole world hands down.

Nope!

Not yet!

idk. All I know is that I don’t need glasses.

Shampoo and conditioner

Never have but yes (Be warned. I will most likely fuck up)

Neither I say coke because our mini-fridge is full of either that or seltzer and it’s so annoying BECAUSE INSTEAD IT SHOULD BE FULL OF WATER BECAUSE WATER IS DELICIOUS AND IT IS ACTUALLY THE HEALTHIEST DRINK OUT THERE. WHY DO THE RESIDENTS OF THIS HOUSEHOLD LOVE COKE AND SELTZER SO MUCH.

Like. All of my favorite stuffed animals. Shockingly enough I didn’t have a lot so it was easy to keep them all.

Someone who’s humor is heavily based on cartoons and sarcasm.

Eh. I don’t like it, but as long as I plan for it then it’s manageable.

Nothing. I would not be going on that rooftop. (Deathly afraid of heights)

Deodorant.

Me as a little toddler seeing the face of someone I haven’t seen in a long, long time…

idk like 7 or something?

Nope!

HOT. BURNING HOT. Not enough to hurt or be scalding, but there are those days where you just wanna make it a few hundred degrees hotter…

Bruh if I had dirty dishes in my room they’d never hear the end of it from me. (And I’d never hear the end of it from my mom)

idk whatever fits with the story in my head that day

Not really A favorite towel but a bunch of favorite towels. So yes.

Exploring new routes to take for when I go on walks down the street. It had a sign that said “Children” and my lil bro was with me so we went.

Yep! “Alice” by Peggy, “Overwhelmed” by Ryan Mack, and “Writing on the Wall” by Will Stetson. There are more but I have to actually look up the song title to know what it’s called and for me to remember the lyrics) Oh and also a ton of Crush 40 songs too!

idk and I won’t tell you. (For privacy reasons)

I DIDNT KNOW I COULD DO THAT????????

Oh a very near and dear friend. We don’t talk much anymore but her mom is a family friend so we still meet up from time to time.

Me

No it’s gross

Yes

Don’t drink coffee but if I would I’d probably take it black like my soul-

YouTube! Love binging the same videos over and over again! AND ONG THE ANIMATION SCENE ON YOUTUBE RIGHT NOW IS INSANE IM SO HAPPY FOR ALL THE INDIE ANIMATORS OVER THERE RIGHT NOW THEY TRULY DO DESERVE IT

They could kill me in one shot without it even being a critical hit. That shit is like One Punch Man but without the “Man” and without the anime

Whoever caused inflation, or my little brother. I cannot decide for the life of me.

Yes I was sick and I showed my mom a funny Rainworld animatic

The old stop-motion films like the one about Santa Claus and Rudolph with the really grandpa-coded narrator. Love those fun little creations he came up with! Whoever did the stop-motion work and the puppetry has some real talent!

idk I think I sent my friends something about adhd

I NEVER HAVE AND I NEVER WILL. GET THAT SHIT AWAY FROM MY CRUSTY MUSTY OLD LIPS.

No, unfortunately… 😭

If you want to, I guess. Only if it’s ROTTMNT or Wander Over Yonder tho

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HOLY SHIT THAT WAS A LOT OMG I HAD SO MUCH FUN WITH THAT ONE WOOHOOOO

I wanna do another hehe

here’s weirder asks

who is/are your comfort character(s)?

lighter or matches?

do you leave the window open at night?

which cryptyd being do you believe in?

what color are your eyes?

why did you do that?

hair-ties or scrunchies?

how many water bottles are in your room right now?

which do you prefer, hot coffee or cold coffee?

would you slaughter the rich?

favorite extracurricular activity?

what kind of day is it?

when was the last time you ate?

do you love the smell of earth after it rains?

are you a parent? (all answers qualify)

can you drive?

are you farsighted or nearsighted?

what hair products do you use?

imagine we’re at a sleepover, would you paint my nails?

do you say soda or pop?

something you’ve kept since childhood?

what type of person are you?

how do you feel about chilly weather?

if we were together on a rooftop, what would we be doing?

perfume/body spray or lotion?

a scenario that you’ve replayed multiple times?

about how many hours of sleep did you get?

do you wear a mask?

how do you like your shower water?

is there dishes in your room?

what type of music keeps you grounded?

do you have a favorite towel?

the last adventure you’ve been on?

is there a song you know every word to by heart?

what’s your timezone?

how many times have you changed your url?

someone in your life, other than a relative, you’ve known for 10+ years?

a soap bar that smells good?

do you use lip balm?

did you have any snacks today?

how do you take your coffee?

an app you frequently use besides this godforsaken site?

what’s your take on spicy foods?

you get a free pass to kill anyone, who is it?

can you remember what happened yesterday?

favorite holiday film?

what was the last message you sent?

when did you first try an alcohol beverage?

can you skip rocks?

can i tag you in random stuff?

[possessedbyadisease]

Idk how to explain my current moodset, but if i have to try: I don't feel like unaliving myself atm, but I also have very little interest in living life either. It's like I'm in the waiting room of life 31 hours after my birth, and I'm waiting to be called into the room to expire it may take another hour, it may take 30 more, or a 100.

I use to want to go to places, and do a bunch of things. Now the only thing I can muster each morning is wake up, go to work, go home, and go back to bed.....if I even make it to my bed. Nowadays I find myself napping on the couch for hours, waking up, then spending another 3 hours getting ready for bed, and by the time I get into bed it's an hour before I have to wake up to get ready for work. My life is uneventful, but also out-of-control. I ought to practice making better habits for myself, but each time I do, something occurs that makes me think the universe doesn't want me to improve, it just wants me to stay miserable and messy for the rest of my life.

Case in point: I woke up early recently to take a walk, got ready for work early afterwards, even had time to make lunch for myself. But when I got to my car, the battery died. So I still ended up late to work.

It sounds funny. But for me it was soul-crushing. I did everything right that day. I did all my morning tasks, like I said I would, and yet, here I am. Stuck at home. Trying to find a way to convince my boss I really did try to get to work on time today. That I really was trying to change. But for some reason, God or whoever keeps stopping me. I didnt ask for my car to die. It was working the day before, so I don't know why it decided to die on me today, specifically. Makes me wonder: why bother putting in effort anymore when the universe is going to sabotage me anyway?

Sorry, had to vent. My life is just constantly trying to set expectations for myself, but always falling short, no matter how much I try not to. Kinda like how I used to try to aim for pleasing my parents with my grades, or the fact that I won first place in a writing contest with the prize being money but no matter how much I achieve something, it's never enough for some people. I don't have anyone I want to please anymore, not even myself.