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From a very early time in Syon's history, perhaps from the very start of its history, the duchess of Clarence was a supporter and benefactor of this royal foundation. Most assuredly, the Bible that the duchess purchased for the brothers was only one of many gifts to the abbey as an expression of gratitude for all the spiritual benefits, as described in the papal register entries, which she received from the Bridgettines. Perhaps the most important aspect of her relation with Syon was a long and close association with Symon Wynter; if not her confessor, he was at least a spiritual counselor to the duchess and sufficiently attentive to her spiritual welfare to encourage devotion to Jerome. In return, she was asked to encourage others of her acquaintance, both laity and religious, to join in the devotion to Jerome by permitting them to read and make copies of the life written by Symon. In the course of doing so, the duchess would have been helping to establish a reputation for the abbey and its works among those whose good offices might be of value to a foundation that in the 1420s was not fully assured of its continuance. If the repeated copying of this life of Jerome and its eventual printing by Wynkynde Worde are an indication, the good that accrued from the duchess's support for Syon endured well beyond her lifetime. The duchess's benefactions, of which her literary patronage is an important aspect, should probably be seen as part of an ongoing Lancastrian, perhaps specifically Beaufort, tradition of support for Syon and, by implication, for Syon's contributions to vernacular devotional literature. A half-century after the death of the duchess of Clarence, Lady Margaret Beaufort was continuing that tradition and, consciously or not, also continuing her grandmother's efforts as literary patron and publisher. In doing so, she seems to have seen the new printing industry as an ideal means for encouraging the good works of Syon and extending their benefits beyond what a reliance on its own scribes would have permitted.
George R. Keiser, "Patronage and Piety in Fifteenth-Century England: Margaret, Duchess of Clarence, Symon Wynter and Beinecke MS 317", The Yale University Library Gazette, Vol. 60, No. 1/2 (1985)
#we should of course remember that syon was founded by henry v#and that the first foundation stone was laid in the presence of john duke of bedford as well as henry beaufort#and that philippa of england was supporter and patron of the bridgettine mother house in sweden#there also links between the bridgettines and the house of york but i don't know enough about them to talk about it#(and of course it doesn't help that the lancastrians were extinct by 1471)#(so it was not necessarily a case that the beauforts supported syon abbey more than the lancastrians or yorks but that their line survived)#margaret holland duchess of clarence#margaret beaufort#patronage#historian: george r. keiser#symon winter#syon abbey
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It's just a joke(abt that Finland being fake thing)😭 if you search up 'controversial things' on chatgpt, this is literally the first thing it shows. I am not saying that Finland is fake, it's just a random search, gang💔 sybau
As the video I linked said, "Finland is not real" sounds as ridiculous as "birds aren't real". So it's just a harmless joke, right?
But as the guy in the video also explains, not everyone will know the context of the joke. Most people making this joke know nothing about Finland's history or relationship with Russia (or Sweden, but that's less relevant). Even ridiculous lies start feeling truthful when repeated often enough and can be used as the first step for bigger lies.
Today people are joking that Finland isn't real. How silly! Let's keep the joke going! So what about when in five years' time Russia starts pushing propaganda to the West saying Finland isn't a legitimate country, just like they've been doing with Ukraine? The idea is already in your head in the form of a "harmless joke."
It's not funny to question a nation's existence and sovereignty, even as a joke, especially not now.
Here's Russian state media saying "it's all ours, of course" in reference to Finland and some other countries.
Here's Russian state media saying they "want the Russian Empire", which would include Finland. Although, the guy immediately follows up by calling for genocide against Finns (and Poles).
Here's a Russian state official calling for the invasion of a bunch of nations, including Finland because it's "all our lands."
Also, please don't use chat gbt as a search engine. Or preferably at all.
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Fuck this shit
Now Sweden gives thumbs-up to chat control 2.0, an awful proposition which would require digital communication providers to allow government access to encrypted private messages ("but only photo, video and links now :):):) not literally every digital communication you do :):):)"). This is a massive invasion to personal integrity, a fucking data security risk and an "'accidentally' surveilled the groups I like to opress or my political opponents a bit, oops" risk, especially in the more authoritarian countries. All to find, you know it, child porn and grooming (this will of course not catch teens sending consensual nudes, vacation pictures of babies on beaches sent to family members or normal porn and waste massive resources on scanning and processing "suspect" content).
Did I mention this sucks yet? They didn't even ask the government people supposed to decide our stance on EU politics, just the justice committee. During a single meeting, no debate. Sweden's desicion means a larger probablility that this passes in EU.
And you know what? Two parties which my views generally align with, who before the election NOT EVEN TWO WEEKS AGO, one of which I voted for partly because of their stance on this (no to mass surveillance, personal integrity is important) BOTH DID A 180 AND VOTED FOR CHAT CONTROL. One thing if parties I don't like and don't vote for do this, but I trusted these fuckers to have at least a little backbone/common sense. Also why did the nationalistic and generally shitty party SD vote no to this. Why do only they and C think this is a bad idea.
In other news, I've written to my first representative today to express my disappointment. I hope this doesn't pass silently.
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all my nylander fics are linked below with a word count and little summary. i’ll add to the list as fics get written. hope you all enjoy 🫶🏻
* indicates smut
stop the world and melt with you (2.5k)
you didn’t realize william was home with a migraine, but now that you’re home from work all you want to do is take care of him
delayed gratification* (4.8k)
between william taking part in no shave november and no nut november, you think you’re going to go crazy. who knew the month could feel so long?
all roads, they lead me here* (3.9k)
william’s at your door again and you keep letting him in even though you shouldn’t
need a little christmas, right this very minute (2.4k)
it’s only november, but you insist in taking advantage of william’s presence by having him help put up the outside lights
mouthing off* (3.1k)
a rainy off day means you and william have nothing better to do than fool around on the couch
love me to my bones (pt 2)* (40.6k)
gunnar’verse - accidentally pregnant, your relationship with william nylander grows and deepens from fuck buddies to more over the course of a year
headcanons
vibrating panties*
the nylander brothers living together * (x, x, x, x, x, x,x,x)
size kink*
ass man*
rough sex*
spit kink*
social media
eating out*
polaroids* (x)
lingerie shopping*
road head*
photoshoots*
cockwarming* (x)
window sex*
cleaning up*
squirting*
brat taming*
back door* (x)
possessive*
goal celly*
naughty list*
pillow princess*
multiples*
gala
outdoor practice
oral fixation*
winter walks
gala event*
crush
gunnar’verse
outdoor practice
oreo spokesman
health scare
breastfeeding*
matching
summer
photoshoots (x)
routine
falling in love
hat trick
sibling meddling
juno
on ice tantrum
siblings (x)
postpartum roadie
4 nations (x)
bear costume
miscellaneous
team meeting
vasectomy*
social media
deleted scene
long roadies
meeting the parents (x)
‘dad’ clothes
playoffs 2025 (x)
playoffs birthday*
post game 6*
post game 7*
car sex*
sweden
public sex*
post playoff beard*
father’s day*
fourth of july
#william nylander#william nylander x reader#william nylander x you#william nylander fic#william nylander headcanon
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economic advice and timely buying tips: 2025 transits
as of late, social media has many discussions about what to buy - or avoid buying - over the next few years, largely in response to the political climate in the united states. across europe, many regions are actively preparing their populations for potential crises (sweden's seems to be the most popularly discussed - link). due to the urgency and pressure to act, as if the world might change tomorrow (and it could though i believe we still have time in many places), i’ve decided to analyze the astrological transits for 2025. in this post i provide practical economic advice and guidance on how much time astrology suggests you have to make these purchases everyone is urging you to prioritize. if it seems to intrigue people i’ll explore future years as well.
things the world needs to prepare for in 2025 in my opinion and why my advice is what it is: the rise of ai / automation of jobs, job loss, geopolitical tensions, war, extreme weather, inflation, tariffs - a potential trade war, a movement of using digital currency, the outbreak of another illness, etc.
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uranus goes direct in taurus (jan 30, 2025)
advice
diversify investments: avoid putting all your money in one asset type. mix stocks, bonds, index funds, and, if you feel comfortable, look into sustainable investments or new technologies.
digital finance: familiarize yourself with digital currencies/platforms or blockchain technology.
build an emergency fund: extra savings can shield you from sudden economic instability. aim for 3-6 months’ worth of expenses.
reevaluate subscriptions and spending: find creative ways to reduce spending or repurpose what you have. cancel subscriptions that don't align with needs/beliefs, cook at home, or diy where possible.
invest in skills / side hustles: take a course/invest in tools that can help you create multiple income streams.
by this date stock up on
non-perishable food items like canned goods, grains, and dried beans. household essentials like soap, toothpaste, and cleaning supplies. basic medical supplies. multi-tools. durable, high-quality items over disposable ones (the economy is changing, buy something that will last because prices will go up). LED bulbs, solar-powered chargers, or energy-efficient appliances. stock up on sustainable products, like reusable bags and water bottles. blankets. teas. quality skincare.
jupiter goes direct in gemini (feb 4, 2025)
advice
invest in knowledge: take courses, buy books (potential bans?), and/or attend workshops to expand your skill set. focus on topics like communication, writing, marketing, and/or technology. online certifications could boost your career prospects during this time.
leverage your network: attending professional events, joining forums, and/or expanding your LinkedIn presence.
diversify income streams: explore side hustles, freelance gigs, and/or monetize hobbies.
beware of overspending on small pleasures: overspending on gadgets, books, or entertainment will not be good at this point in time (tariffs already heavy hitting?).
by this date stock up on
books / journals. subscriptions to learning platforms like Skillshare, MasterClass, or Coursera. good-quality laptop, smartphone, and/or noise-canceling headphones. travel bags - get your bug out bag in order. portable chargers. language-learning apps. professional attire. teas. aromatherapy.
neptune enters aries (march 30, 2025)
advice
invest: look into industries poised for breakthrough developments, such as renewable energy, space exploration, and/or tech.
save for risks: build a financial cushion to balance your adventurous pursuits with practical security.
diversify your income: consider side hustles or freelancing in fields aligned with your passions and talents.
"scam likely": avoid “get-rich-quick” schemes or ventures that seem too good to be true.
adopt sustainable habits: focus on sustainability in your spending, like buying high-quality, long-lasting items instead of cheap, disposable ones.
by this date stock up on
emergency kits with essentials like water, food, and first-aid supplies. multi-tools, solar chargers, or portable power banks. art supplies. tarot or astrology books (bans?). workout gear, resistance bands, or weights. nutritional supplements. high-quality clothing or shoes.
saturn conjunct nn in pisces (april 14, 2025)
advice
save for the long term: create a savings plan or revisit your budget to ensure stability.
avoid escapism spending: avoid unnecessary debt.
watch for financial scams: be cautious with contracts, investments, or loans. research thoroughly and avoid “too good to be true” offers.
focus on debt management: saturn demands accountability. work toward paying down debts to free yourself from unnecessary burdens.
build a career plan: seek roles / opportunities that balance financial security with fulfillment, such as careers in wellness, education, creative arts, or nonprofits.
by this date stock up on
invest in durable, sustainable items for your home or wardrobe that offer long-term value. vitamins or supplements. herbal teas or whole grains. blankets. candles. non-perishable food. first-aid kits. water. energy-efficient devices.
pluto rx in aquarius (may 4, 2025 - oct 13, 2025)
advice
preform an audit: reflect on how your money habits and your long-term goals.
make sustainable investments: support industries tied to innovation, like renewable energy, ethical tech, or sustainable goods.
expect changes: could disrupt collective systems, so build an emergency fund. plan for potential shifts in tech-based industries or automation. AI is going to take over the workforce...
reevaluate subscriptions and digital spending: cut unnecessary costs and ensure your money supports productivity. netflix is not necessary, your groceries are.
diversify income streams: brainstorm side hustles or entrepreneurial ideas.
by this date stock up on
external hard drives. cybersecurity software. portable chargers. solar panels. energy-efficient gadgets. non-perishable food. clean water supplies. basic first-aid kits and medications. portable generators. books on technology and coding. reusable items like water bottles, bags, and food storage. gardening supplies to grow your own food. VPN subscriptions or identity theft protection.
saturn enters aries (may 24, 2025)
advice
prioritize self-reliance: build financial independence. create a budget, eliminate debt, and establish a safety net to support personal ambitions. avoid over-reliance on others for financial stability/decision-making.
entrepreneurship: consider starting a side hustle / investing in yourself.
save for big goals: plan for major life changes, such as buying property, starting a business, etc. make a high yield saving account for these long-term goals.
by this date stock up on
ergonomic office equipment. home gym equipment. non-perishable foods and water supplies for potential unexpected disruptions. self-protection; consider basic tools or training for safety. high-protein snacks, energy bars, or hydration supplies. supplements like magnesium, B-complex vitamins, etc. stock up on materials for DIY projects, hobbies, or entrepreneurial ventures.
jupiter enters cancer (june 9, 2025)
advice
invest in your home: renovating what needs renovating. saving for a down payment on a house.
focus on security: start or increase your emergency savings. consider life insurance or estate planning to ensure long-term security for your family/loved ones.
embrace conservative financial growth: cancer prefers security over risk. opt for conservative investments, like bonds, real estate, and/or mutual funds with steady returns.
focus on food and comfort: spend wisely on food, cooking tools, or skills that promote a healthier, more fulfilling lifestyle (maybe this an RFK thing for my fellow american readers or this could be about the fast food industry suffering from inflation).
by this date stock up on
furniture upgrades if you need them. high-quality cookware or tools. stockpile your pantry staples. first-aid kits, fire extinguishers, and home security systems. water and canned goods for emergencies. paint, tools, or materials for DIY projects. energy-efficient appliances or upgrades to reduce utility costs.
neptune rx in aries/pisces (july 4, 2025 - dec 10, 2025)
advice
avoid financial conflicts: be mindful of shared finances or joint ventures during this time.
avoid escapist spending: stick to a budget.
by this date stock up on
first-aid kits, tools, and essentials for unforeseen events. water filter / waterproof containers. non-perishables and emergency water supplies.
uranus rx in gemini/taurus (july 7, 2025 - feb 3, 2026)
advice
evaluate technology investments: make sure you’re spending money wisely on tech tools, gadgets, or subscriptions. avoid impulsively purchasing the latest gadgets; instead, upgrade only what’s necessary.
diversify streams of income: explore side hustles or gig work to expand your income sources. focus on digital platforms or innovative fields for additional opportunities.
reassess contracts and agreements: take time to revisit financial contracts or business partnerships. ensure all terms are clear and aligned with your goals.
prioritize financial stability: uranus often brings surprises, so focus on strengthening your savings and emergency fund.
avoid major financial risks: uranus retrograde can disrupt markets. avoid speculative ventures and focus on stable, low-risk options.
by this date stock up on
lightweight travel gear or items for local trips. radios, power banks, or portable hotspots in case of disruptions in digital connectivity. stockpile food, water, and household goods to maintain stability during potential disruptions. invest in high-quality, long-lasting items like tools, clothing, or cookware.
saturn rx in aries/pisces (july 13, 2025 - nov 27, 2025)
advice
review career: assess whether your current job or entrepreneurial efforts align with your long-term aspirations (especially considering the state of the world). adjust plans if needed.
strengthen emergency funds: aries energy thrives on readiness. use this time to build/bolster a financial safety net for unforeseen events.
prepare for uncertainty: build a cushion for unexpected financial changes, especially if you work in creative, spiritual, or service-oriented fields.
by this date stock up on
health products that support long-term well-being. essential supplies like first-aid kits, multi-tools, or non-perishables. bath products. teas. art supplies. drinking water or water filtration tools.
jupiter rx in cancer (nov 11, 2025 - march 10, 2026)
advice
strengthen financial foundations: building an emergency fund or reassessing your savings strategy. ensure everything is well-organized and sustainable.
by this date stock up on
quality kitchenware, tools, or cleaning supplies. pantry staples and emergency food supplies.
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Once again sitting here thinking about how, for all the remorse August felt about the video, for how shitty of a person he felt like he was for posting it, for all his efforts (however subpar they were) to try and apologize to Wille about it...Simon never got a fucking apology.
Which makes sense, and shows how, at August's core, he's still an elitist, superior prick, even if he's more cognizant of his flaws and more uncomfortable with them than he's ever been. He could not be bothered to apologize Simon, doesn't even have the thought cross his mind—why? Because Simon's a nobody. Simon has no power. Like, let's be clear, August has fucked up his life irreparably. There is literally no future where the video will not haunt Simon. (I read a great fanfiction I have to find the link for, where Simon says that he was fucked the minute August hit "post," no matter what Wille said or did, and like...yeah.) That shit was all over the news in Sweden. We see, already, people recognizing him out in public. Beyond even just the emotional turmoil that comes with that video existing, we see, through the posting of his address and the rock through the window, that its existence physically endangers Simon. Even if Simon were to leave the country, move somewhere new and try to start over, it would take one google search of his name to uncover that blight on his life.
That's not to say that Simon couldn't process its existence emotionally, or that he won't be able to lead a happy, fulfilling life with the video existing, because he absolutely can and will! It just incenses me that not once in August's journey of feeling this guilt and shame over the video, and reaching some sort of understanding and peace with Wille, does he once consider giving Simon any sort of apology. (The settlement doesn't count, of course.) It makes sense for his character, and Simon probably wouldn't have accepted the apology, and by no means should be expected to, but the fact that he didn't get one still makes me so angry.
#i suggested the show to my grandmother a while back#she ended up loving it#and the first five eps of s3 came out on her birthday#so we binged them together#and we ended up having a big conversation about forgiveness#and specifically if simon should forgive august#if he has to in order to get closure#and my stance was “fuck no”#forgive august? august hasn't even apologized#young royals#yr#yr s3#yr3#simon eriksson#simon young royals#august of årnäs#august yr
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Rating: E
Pairing: Aether/Dew
Tags: forced femming, tit fucking, Aether continuing to be terrible and Dew continuing his Quintosis induced suffering from his power shall overshadow.
Summary: Aether benefits from his massive mistake.
Below or follow the link above for ao3.
A/n: I did NOT mean to make you guys wait a little over a year for this but in my defense. I'm bad at keeping WIPs in order. Sorry.
It's in the early hours when Aether does it. When they're both still out of their mind with need, when the lights in Dew’s eyes swirl up and enthrall Aether with a magic of their own. Dragging him into this accidental spell that's grown so much larger than intended. He's been pawing at Dew’s chest, memorizing the way each pinch, each caress makes him react. What makes him sigh with pleasure and vocalize pain. How much milk is inside, Aether wonders. How long would it take to empty him completely if Aether's mouth pulled at him until nothing was left? How fast would he refill. And other deep philosophical questions when the idea takes him.
And when he has this idea, he can't let it go. When will he ever have this opportunity again? No, they can't go to Omega until he's fulfilled this last, greedy desire. After this, after Aether gets this, they'll fix Dew.
“Would you,” he begins, groping at the mound beneath his palm and Dew sighs. Lets Aether bounce his tit, watch the soft flesh ripple with the motion. “Would you let me-”
He can't say it. Shyness forces his mouth shut and makes him bury his face in the pillow. Dew hums lazily, sated from being forced down on Aether's cock until he shuddered out his orgasm and Aether had pumped one more load into his body. It feels like ages ago, the way Aether's cock is aching and tenting the sheet now. Dew of course, notices and grabs at it with casual ownership. He could lead Aether around the Ministry by that thing and they both know it.
“Tell me…” Dew slurs as he wraps his calloused fingers around the base. The rough bumps are so much more pronounced after a tour and Aether shudders at the way they drag across the silky skin of his shaft as Dew strokes him. Swipes a thumb over the tip as precum burbles up in response. “Tell me what t’do.”
He rolls onto his side, the better to pepper Aether with lazy little kisses as his hand twists on the upstroke and Aether shudders, bucking his hips into it. Dew encourages him, throwing a leg over Aether's waist and scooting closer so Aether can tell Dew’s cock is filling out as well.
“Can I-” Aether hesitates. Dew trails a fingertip down, following a vein and Aether shivers, breaking out in a nervous sweat. “Is it alright if I…put it between them?”
“Put what?” Dew asks and Aether genuinely can't tell if he's teasing or not with the sleepy, vulnerable tone of his voice. The act isn't unfamiliar between them, but it's usually been Aether with Dew’s hot little stiffy pushing frantically between the mounds of his pectorals, splattering pre into the hollow of his throat.
“My…cock.” He clarifies breathing as Dew cups the weight of his balls in his palm, petting his thumb over the seam. “Between your, uh…On your chest.”
He's sure if he says such a vulgar word as tits that it'll break the spell. Remind Dewdrop of just how badly Aether fucked up, bring him to his senses. His tail curls in anticipation of rejection and his breath holds as Dew processes the words. His eyes blink shut as his hand on Aether stills then draws away completely as Dew tucks his limbs against himself, hiding the sight of his naked chest from Aether. He looks upset but Aether knows him too well to drop the subject. Dew knows the words to get him to truly stop and he isn't saying anything.
He wants to be convinced.
“It makes you feel good.” He presses, touching his forehead to Dew’s. Speaks right over Dew’s lips so every word is a soft kiss. “I like watching your face when you do it to me.”
Dew shivers, tucks his face against the pillow and stays silent. Aether takes the time to tenderly comb back strands of hair stuck to his sweat damp forehead. He lets a ribbon twine between his fingers, laying his lips on the shine of it. Dew is shivering now, fine trembles as Aether shifts closer, prods Dew with the firm jut of his cock as he slowly rolls his hips.
“Please-” He murmurs, insistent. He’s not going to go away, no matter how small Dew tries to make himself. “Please Dew, I-...need to see it.”
It’s too easy to sling himself over Dew, caging him in with solid arms and legs to keep him from wiggling away. He looks up at Aether with beautiful red-rimmed eyes and a hitch to his voice when he asks, defeated, “Haven’t you had enough?”
“That’s not possible.” Aether groans, giving in to the urge to touch himself, moaning deep in his throat at the jolt of sensation like he’s been dry for months instead of emptying his balls into Dew since the door shut tight behind them. “Not with you, never enough of you-”
Dew echoes his moan with a thready whimper, dragging Aether in for a filthy kiss; planting his feet to push his hips up so the soft bulge of his own cock rubs sweetly against the strain of Aether’s, slipping around the harder Aether tries to grind and he’s lightheaded in seconds at the feel of it, pre dribbling out to land on Dew’s shaft in a hot smear. Imagines what it would be like for Dew to feel it on his nipples.
He has to, now. Needs it more than he needs air. If Dew is too wary of allowing such things even in the privacy of their room, Aether thinks he might have a solution. Because he’s not backing down, not when the vision has him in such a strong chokehold. He sits up, rolling his neck and breathing out steadily. Dew watches him warily and Aether tries to give him a gentle smile but judging by the sudden shiver, he still looks like a predator on the verge of closing in. So he cups one hand to Dew’s cheek and focuses. He can feel the layers of his magic surrounding this form and he peels back just enough to allow his wings to appear just as they did before; dark and leathery, tipped with wicked looking claws. Large and imposing, giving him the impression of a gargoyle. They don’t see much use outside of stretching them on short flights.
But now…now they have a better purpose. He shuffles on his knees up Dew’s prone body, curling them forward until they hit the bedframe and he can hook his uppermost claw on the wood. The result is a dimly lit cocoon that envelopes Dew in Aether’s scent, hiding him from the even the empty space of the room beyond the bed. There’s nothing here but each other.
“I can feel your heart racing.” Aether says softly, reverently, and Dew’s lips part. He looks so small like this, so vulnerable like this. Aether spreads his fingers so his thumb brushes the corner of Dew’s mouth and it sends the same thrill down his spine to see Dew turn his head to suckle at it like he always does. “You’re going to let me do what I want because you don’t have a choice. Do you?”
“No.” Dew breathes around his finger and Aether feels sick with delight that he’s getting his way. His cock, a heavy weight on Dew’s skinny chest, gives a strong flex and blurts out a hefty spill of pre over his sternum. He can barely contain himself, shifting to settle more comfortably so Dew isn’t wheezing for breath, pawing possessively at his swollen breasts, tugging at the piercings while Dew gasps and winces and lets Aether play nonetheless.
“Perfect.” Aether breathes when he’s got a tit in each hand and can gently push them together to snuggle his thick cock between them. They’re not big enough to completely envelop him and it’s dry for now but it doesn’t matter. He’s got Dew right where he wants him to be and Aether wants to take his time with this. He’s never going to get to do this again after all. In for a penny…
“You’re so warm.” He tells Dew. “Warmer than the girls.” A pointed remark, intended to dig under his skin and make him squirm. It works. Dew inhales sharply and Aether pets one breast reassuringly. “But you like it, don’t you? You’ve always wanted attention here. To be pleasured…”
A soft stroke over a rosy nipple.
“To be hurt.”
A sharp pinch.
And Dew sobs as milk squirts out, spilling down Aether’s knuckles to drip onto the sheets beneath.
“Dew,” Aether groans, sounding like he’d been punched in the gut. He squeezes both simultaneously and is rewarded with streams of milk bubbling up. He adjusts his grip so the flow pools around his cock and while it’s not as slippery as lube, Aether wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world. Dew’s hands fly to his face as Aether’s hips start to work, gliding through the hot mess between his tits, keeping a firm grip as Dew’s body is rocked with the power of his thrusts. Dew makes small, sharp noises each time he’s forced upwards, like he’s actually getting fucked and it’s intoxicating. Aether slows, mindful of the distance between Dew’s head and the wood of the frame just a few inches away but as soon as he confirms Dew’s not in danger of concussing himself, he looks back down and feels all the blood leave his head in favor of going straight to his cock.
The sight of him, all shiny and going sticky with the vulgar mix of Dew’s milk and his own pre-cum is nearly too much. A vein is throbbing in time to his heartbeat and he swears it’s in sync with Dew’s.
“You’re beautiful,” He pants, moving his hips faster. His fingers move to frame his nipples between his middle and index and for a second he wishes he had his jewelry on so he could see the way the liquid coats the metal but Dew’s piercings will have to be a decent substitute. “Oh Dew, you’re so good- so good for me, you feel so good-”
He’s sweating, sure his face is as red as Dew’s must be under his hands and suddenly he needs to see everything. Every little bit of shame that’s playing out in Dew’s expression and he reluctantly releases his chest to grip Dew’s thin wrists instead, easily pulling them away and exposing the little ghoul’s defeated expression in its full glory. He’s deeply flustered with a haze in his eyes that Aether doesn’t even feel guilty about. He’s too close to cumming and he knows exactly how to make it up to Dewdrop for letting Aether put him through this.
He puts Dew’s hands right over his own tits, makes him hold them into position so Aether can thumb his mouth open, resting the pad of a finger on the point of a canine.
“Look at me.” He says softly and Dew does. They’re both so fucked up. “Stick your tongue out, yeah, just like that. Satanas Dew, you look like such a slut right now.”
He’s uncaring in how he finishes. Rough and fast, with the headboard rattling against the wall. Dew, cradling his breasts to keep Aether’s cock warm, spurting milk out every so often. Keeping his mouth open as Aether pants and groans deep in his chest, feeling his balls draw up and the pleasure tighten in his pelvis. The first and second shot are aimed square at Dew’s chest, landing randomly as Aether drags Dew’s head closer to finish cumming in his hot mouth, Dew mouthing at the tip as easily and naturally as he sucked Aether’s fingers.
“Don’t swallow.” Aether tells him, mouth dry. “I’m not done with you.”
Dew watches with trepidation as Aether repositions himself, stretching out next to him on the bed and bringing him in for a kiss.
“Give it back,” he murmurs before their lips meet. “And I’ll make sure it gets where it belongs."
He cleans his own cum out of Dew’s mouth as they kiss, the salty taste spreading over his tongue. He pulls away too soon, for the both of them judging by Dew’s quiet moan of loss.
“Easy,” he says like he’s trying to calm a wild animal. “I’ve got you.”
He moves down. Down past the milk drying on Dew’s soft skin, past the dip of his flat stomach and the tempting trail of hair that leads to his soft, pink cock. He kisses it chastely, careful not to spill his mouthful as he gets his arms around Dew’s slight thighs and hefts them over his shoulders. Tugs him up high as Aether sits on his haunches, spreading Dew’s cheeks to bare his hole. He kisses Dew there, too, and relishes the terrified noise it gets him.
One hand closes over Dew’s little cock, rubbing it in a motion meant to soothe as Aether parts his lips and uses his tongue as a guide to let his cum go exactly where he wanted it to be.
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🕯️✨~ HAPPY LUCIA ~✨🕯️
So if you didn't know, today, December 13th, is a Swedish holiday called 'Lucia'. It's dedicated to a saint, here known as Saint Lucia/Sankta Lucia, but in other parts of the world she's more well-known as Saint Lucy.
Christmas in general (called 'Jul' in Swedish, pronounced like 'Yule' just with less emphasis on the L sound) is quite a big deal here in Sweden. I've always joked that's because with how harsh and cold and dark the winters can be, people needed SOMETHING to look forward to. And Lucia is one example of that!
The general theme is that one person will be chosen to play Lucia, and then others are chosen for the other roles in the 'Lucia Train' as it's called, and those people will all practice songs which they'll then sing as they walk in procession to a pre-decided place, where they'll then stand and sing the rest of the songs.
The tradition started in the more Western parts of Sweden in the 1800s, with one of the very earliest Lucia celebrations dating to the year 1764 in a place a bit outside of a city known as 'Skövde'.
At first, when most people in Sweden were still farmers with their own farms, it started out as a day where the children of a family would put on the crown of candles you can see being worn by Lisle, here playing the role of 'Lucia' herself, and wake up early to give the parents breakfast in bed.
That's why almost all of them are wearing nightgowns! Since that's what the kids would have been wearing in the morning.
Sweden only adopted the Gregorian calendar in the 1700s, and before that time, still using the Julian calendar, December 13th was the darkest day of the year; in the Gregorian it's December 22nd. And so since a saint, or as we call them here in Sweden 'Helgon', also happened to be venerated on the same day, it just made sense to celebrate the coming of brighter times.
And December 13th was, in the old Norse 'Asa' religion (or 'Asatron'), that is to say the one including the Nordic gods like Odin (Oden) Thor and Loki (Loke), a dangerous night due to the darkness; a night where it was believed evil supernatural forces were out and about. And so All the lit candles in the celebration was also considered a way of protecting against it. And it was a feast day, meaning people got to eat more than usual.
I could go into more detail, but then we'd be here all day ;^^
So here's a link if you want to read more!
And here's one for the Swedish version which does include way more detail on the history, just be aware you'd need to use google's auto-translator, and a few words might not make complete sense.
Parts of the Lucia Train:
The first in the Lucia Train is, of course, Lucia. She can be recognized by the wreath crown adorned with candles that she wears. When kids do it, the crown is fake and made of plastic, with battery-driven lights, but when Lucia is done in Churches, the Lucia still has live candles in her wreath crown.
Lisle's head is not angled in a good way for this; if you were to copy his posture, you'd have candle wax in your hair very quickly.
It's also said the red band around Lucia's waist is supposed to represent her martyrdom.
There's a bit of a stereotype that only the popular girls get picked to be Lucia; kinda like how in places that have proms, only the popular girl becomes Prom Queen. It's basically always someone with long hair, too; usually long blonde hair.
In Swedish, it's pronounced: Loo - see - ah
The three behind Lucia in the train are called 'Tärnor', and it translates to something like 'maids/maidens'. They wear glitter in their hair, at least in the modern day, and instead of red bands they're supposed to wear glitter bands. But I forgot that when making Irina and then just settled on a 'fuck it, we ball' approach.
They carry a single candle in their hand. Sometimes, both Lucia and Tärnor can be at risk of passing out while singing, since the candles and singing both require so much oxygen, and the candles are so close to their mouth and nose.
Victor and Veronica here are dressed as Stjärngossar (1 Stjärngosse, many Stjärngossar) who are supposed to represent the three wise men in the Biblical story of Jesus' birth.
Pronounced: sch - ae - rn - goh - ss - é
And Tomoe and Spike are just dressed as a gingerbread woman (Pepparkaksgumma) and a Tomte
The Tomte was originally a 'väsen' (basically something that exists which is not human and could bring you harm, or be good to you, often depending on how you treated them. Many cultures around the world have similar concepts. A little bit like the Japanese 'yokai', or Celtic 'fae') a little guy who lived somewhere on the farm, like in the roof for example, and helped around the farm. So long as you left a bowl of porridge on the doorstep for him!
Although the modern concept of the 'Tomte' has basically just been mashed together with Santa Claus, and nowadays you say 'Gårdstomte' (something like 'estate tomte') if you're referring to the old variation of Tomte.
Gingerbread people and santa claus are obviously not part of the original Lucia train. But nowadays people like to dress up as them too, especially in kids' Lucia trains.
Pe - ppar - kahks - goo - ma
Or, for the masculine variant: Pe - ppar - kahks - goo - bbé
And Tom - teh
Songs:
Here are just a few of the songs you'd hear a Lucia train sing! My own personal favorites, mostly. But I do have links to the albums I got them from!
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The 'Staffan' here, refers to Saint Stephen. A lot of saint have different names in Swedish.
Album
Also please listen to more songs by Tommy Körberg! He is definitely one of my favorite Swedish artists! My favorite song by him ever is 'Stad i Ljus' (city in light)
I really wanted to share this aspect of my culture with people today, because I really love it, and I hope you found it interesting!
And once again, have a happy Lucia! ^^
So, as we say in Swedish...

@another-random-paradise @thehollowwriter @faefum @cactus13-rolloflammesimp @beneathsakurashade
@nyx-of-night @theolivetree123 @babyghoul138 @skibidibabygirl @screamintoad
@gingacat @buttholesparkles @angelwishess @scint1llat3 @gimmeurmoneyagh
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Bill Skarsgård: "I'm better than Stellan was at 34"
As a child, he accompanied his father on business trips around the world. Today, it is Bill who brings his family to international film shoots - and terrifies cinema audiences with his bloodthirsty characters.
Even when he was a small child, Bill Skarsgård had seen more of the world than most of us do in a lifetime. When father Stellan filmed, Bill, his younger siblings Valter and Eija and mother My came along to the recordings. Often they were gone for months at a time in countries such as Mexico, the United States and Cambodia.
full article at the link and under the cut
(translated through google)
- It was fantastic to grow up that way, says Bill. Mom homeschooled us, three hours a day. She was a fantastic teacher, so that meant that we were often a month and a half ahead of our classmates back home in Sweden.
It also meant that the three siblings had plenty of time and opportunities to get to know the countries. Bill continues:
- Cambodia is an incredibly poor country, with shootings. To see it as a child, to experience that contrast to life in Sweden... We became friends with the local children, and it was a privilege to see the world so early. It made me more humble and gave me a more complex view of the world. I am incredibly grateful to have been able to experience it.
Which of course leads to the follow-up question about how he himself does it, now that he himself has a successful career with long periods every year when he is away from home in Stockholm. Can the wife Alida and the children come along?
- They come to visit. It was easy now when we were filming in Prague, because if they felt that "now it's boring", then they could go home.
He laughs and says:
- Dad used to spend half of his salary on accommodation. The worst was when he made "The Exorcist" in Rome, then he rented a house that was visited by 70 people during the filming. I haven't gotten there yet, but I'm working on it.
Traveling with Stellan to various film shoots meant that the children sometimes had to come along to watch when dad worked in front of the camera.
- For me, that's the biggest reason why I fell in love with acting and filmmaking. I was completely mesmerized by the advanced illusions that were built. I think children understand acting better than adults do. I saw dad in a mustache and saw it for what it was. Children play thief and police, you dress up. That was a big reason why I chose this job.
Watched "Nosferatu" with dad Stellan as a child
The film that Bill shot in Prague was "Nosferatu" and it is to talk about it that we meet at the Nofo Hotel in Södermalm. Bill unfolds his 192 centimeters on a sofa, wearing a nice bright polo shirt and trousers. He is relaxed and happy, but conscious of keeping the most private things private.
"Nosferatu" is a remake of the silent film classic of the same name, which in turn was a theft of the plot of Bram Stoker's novel "Dracula". Stoker's widow sued the filmmakers and demanded that all copies be destroyed. Fortunately, some survived, and the film is today considered a horror film classic.
Even as a child, Bill saw the original film.
- It was Stellan who introduced me to it. We watched movies together and had a silent film period. We saw Chaplin , we saw "Nosferatu". I thought it was eerie and scary, but Dad also described how it had changed film history. There's something mysterious about that movie.
Bill plays the Transylvanian Count Orlok, who with the help of a broker is looking for a place to live in Germany. Orlok already has some kind of relationship with the broker's wife Ellen, played by Lily-Rose Depp . Perhaps we should mention that Orlok is a vampire and his journey towards and arrival in Germany brings pestilence and death.
Unlike other vampires, such as brother Alexander in the HBO series "True blood", this vampire does not have sharp canines, but is more of a loitering bloodsucker. And Bill looks really grotesque in the film, so one wonders what, for example, actor Lily-Rose Depp thought of playing someone so made up beyond recognition?
- We had many intimate scenes together and we talked a lot about it. She is outstanding in this role. She thought I looked really creepy and unpleasant, and she could use that. Then she knew it was me underneath. It helped.
- When the vampire sucks blood, it is a form of rape. Here we are as far from "Twilight" and "Interview with the Vampire" as it gets. We go back to the roots. We give the vampire a renaissance.
In recent years, Bill has played many roles in horror films, from the bloodthirsty clown Pennywise in the two "It" films to the television series "Castle Rock" and "Derry", all based on things written by the master of horror Stephen King .
- I don't know why there has been so much horror. I guess I attract a certain type of character and it works the other way too. I never had the ambition to be a horror actor. For me, it's always project-based – what does the script look like, who's the director? Now I'm super saturated when it comes to horror, but if a project comes along that brings something new, I'm interested.
The entire Skarsgårds family lives close to each other
As you know, Bill belongs to a large family. He has seven siblings, some of whom have children. He has a mother My, father Stellan and Stellan's current wife Megan . The jobs around the world mean that it is not always so easy to meet.
- But right now everyone has a base in Sweden, for the first time in a long time. As soon as everyone is home, we will hear from you and then we will see you at our local place in Söder. All live in Söder, ten minutes apart.
And then you see each other at dad Stellan's house, who is a good cook. Bill laughs when I ask if he himself is good at cooking.
- I am better than Stellan was at 34. Food is one of his biggest interests and I have grown up with it and learned. Although there was a lot of stuff like casseroles and Coq au vin, stuff that kids don't really like. And then I have married into the Per Morberg family, and he is also good at cooking.
In addition to constantly appearing on the big screen and in the TV box, the Skarsgård siblings stand out because they are tall, just like their father. They are visible. But Bill doesn't feel like they're being watched.
- There is nowhere where I feel safer than in Söder. I grew up here, I know half of the people who live here. They are probably tired of seeing me. And Swedes are not that pushy. It's probably when someone gets drunk.
"Quite Swedish of me in my clothing style"
Like many of his fellow actors, Bill appears from time to time as a model in fashion ads, including for H&M, while older brother Alexander recently worked with Calvin Klein. He says, with a laugh, that it's not about any fashion passion but that the companies pay well.
- It's fun with clothes, but in private I'm probably quite Swedish in my clothing style. I don't peacock much, but it can be fun to do it for a premiere, together with a stylist or a designer. But my usual clothing style is quite tame. Alex is even worse. There, only Converse, jeans and a t-shirt apply.
When we meet, there are a few weeks left until Christmas and Christmas celebrations with the big family. After the New Year, work awaits with the director Gus Van Sant and his new film "The prince of fashion", where Will Ferrell plays a man who takes his son to fashion week in Paris.
And jobs in Sweden? Yes, maybe.
- There is discussion about a continuation of the television series "Clark". I love that character and working with Jonas Åkerlund. •
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The Dutch Benedictine monk Hans van der Laan (1904-91) is primarily known for the four abbeys he designed in the Netherlands and Sweden as austere environments and representatives of a fundamental architecture. Completely tailored to the requirements of a monastic community they nonetheless have become admired buildings of a specific atmosphere that to a great deal is shaped by the rough materials used, their sublime colors and the precisely coordinated relation of every element. The latter is the result of Van Der Laan’s sophisticated proportion system that he developed and refined over a long period of time and in exchange with his courses on church architecture which would become the birthplace of the so-called „Bossche School“. Among the graduates of these courses taught by Van Der Laan from 1945 on in 's-Hertogenbosch were Jan de Jong, Jos Bijnen or Jules Kirch who would carry further the ideas and lessons imparted in the courses.
Over the course of his career Van der Laan didn’t limit himself to building abbeys but also turned towards residential buildings, a development that is closely linked to his research into Roman architecture in the wake of his book „Architectonic Space“ published in 1977. Van der Laan’s houses have received significantly less attention than his ecclesiastical works but „A House to Live With: 16 Variations by Dom Hans van der Laan and his Companions“, edited by Caroline Voet and Hans W. Van der Laan and published late last year by Park Books, fills in this blank: in keeping with its title the book doesn’t exclusively focus on Van der Laan but also takes into account those built by attendees and graduates of his 's-Hertogenbosch courses. The book synthesizes long-term research by Caroline Voet and others in a comprehensive volume that gradually leads the reader from theory towards built object. This theoretical and intellectual journey covers the formation of the „Bossche School“, Van der Laan’s numerical theory and the plastic ratio as well as his deep dive into Roman architecture. The second and larger part of the book is then devoted to the 16 houses by Van der Laan and his companions and explores the fundamental qualities a house should possess as well as its dialogue with the garden.
“A House to Live With” is an outstandingly profound book, beautifully designed and as such a worthy appreciation of Dom Hans van der Laan and the “Bossche School”!
#dom hans van der laan#bossche school#architecture book#residential architecture#architecture#netherlands#monograph#park books#book
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May 17th is Norwegian Constitution Day or Syttende Mai as its known in Norway.
A wonderful spring holiday celebrated with red, white and blue ribbons, national costumes and waving of the Norwegian flag, the three colours are everywhere in Norway at this time of year.
It’s a day Norwegians all over the world take off to celebrate and marks the historic signing of the Constitution in 1814, the year Norway gained its independence from Sweden, which was fully realized in 1905.
In every city, town and village in Norway, children and adults alike express their cultural pride by marching to the bright music of school bands, celebrating the joy of springtime and honoring of those citizens who created Norway’s constitutional government, founding her independence.
Especially popular is the Children’s Procession that brings every child out in their best clothes or national costume.
In Edinburgh the Norwegian community celebrate Syttende Mai too.
Edinburgh’s celebrations include the Norwegian Scottish Society dinner, after a reception at the Norwegian Consulate’s residence.
Each year Norwegian students in Edinburgh hold a breakfast at Prestonfield House followed by a parade along Waterloo Place and onto Princes Street. At the boom of Edinburgh Castle’s One o’ clock gun, the pigeons fly and the parade begins!
Tonight expats and guests gather at The Royal Scots Club Abercromby Place for a celebration dinner held by the Norwegian Scottish Association. The association was founded in Edinburgh in 1966, and has enjoyed over 50 years of Norwegian-Scottish friendship.
Norwegian Scottish Association roots lie in a much older friendly society, one rooted in the shared experience of Norwegians and Scots during the Second World War. Founded in Dumfries in 1941, the Scottish Norwegian Society brought Scots and Norwegians together in difficult times. Having escaped the German occupation of their homeland in 1940, around a thousand Norwegians had come to be stationed at various times in Dumfries, and it was not long before the idea of a formal society was begun.
Of course our history with Norway goes back centuries, Northern Scotland, was, at one time, a Norse domain and the Northern Isles experienced the most long-lasting Norse influence. Almost half of the people on Shetland today have Viking ancestry, and around 30% of Orkney residents.
Many agree that there are many points of commonality between the Norse character and the Scottish one that leads to a sense of kinship between the two countries, even for those living much further south in Scotland, where Viking influence did not reach. Words like bairn and muckle made their way into Scot’s language via the Norwegians.
I touched upon the links during the second world war earlier and have posted before about the Shetland bus which provided a transport link between the Shetland Islands and occupied Norway. Many Norwegian refugees fled their occupied home with the help of Norwegian sailors who undertook daring, high-risk trips across the North Sea. The whole episode became emblematic of the friendship across the seas.
More recently Edinburgh’s Zoo also has a strong connection to Norway as it is home to a very special resident. Sir Nils Olav III is the mascot and colonel-in-chief of the Norwegian King’s Guard. The king penguin’s rank has been passed down through three generations since 1972. Knighted in 2008, he even received a military promotion in 2016 with the brigadier title bestowed upon him in a special ceremony at the zoo.
The Zoo’s link with Norway originated in 1913 when arctic explorer Roald Amundsen presented a penguin to them on their opening. Once a year the penguin inspects soldiers from Norway’s King’s Guard.
Edinburgh's Syttende mai parade – the 17th May or Norwegian Constitution Day parade traditionally takes place along the capital's main thoroughfare, Princes Street. At the boom of Edinburgh Castle's 'one o' clock gun', the pigeons fly and the parade begins!
Pics are from last ears parade.
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Stars All Aligned and They Intertwined - all of the girls you loved before au



AU masterlist - you can find other stuff under #🪼opheliajones
...Maybe Gothenburg is the city of love?
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link to what Ryan go Ophelia for Christmas here. link to what Ophelia got Ryan for Christmas (with the exception that she handmade it), and the ring here (its not exact, but its just two pipe cleaners twisted together to look like a ring). Link to what Ryan got for Ophelia's birthday here.
Also the first two lines for those who don't know are mentioned from this fic.
wc: 4.2k
things to look out for: swearing, mentions of sex, kissing, making out, mentions of violence (VERY BRIEFLY), Ophelia cries a little, small mention of abandonment (it's just Ophelia going crazy)
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They ended up not talking about it.
Not out of avoidance, but just because they had so much to do when they got back to school.
For Ophelia, it felt like midterms weren’t actually midterms, because what do you mean finals were two weeks after that?
And Ryan was busy perfecting his game, winning, and communicating with those who were going to coach the World Junior Championships.
Ophelia knew that the line of Perreault-Smith-Leonard was going to make the team. She was even happier when she found out that Cutter, Jacob, Drew, and Aram would be going along with them too.
Then the invite came.
“Do you…wanna come to Sweden with us?” Ryan asked one rainy, cold December night.
Ophelia paused, her eyes looking up from her computer screen. “Uh…let me ask my mom.”
“Yeah, no pressure..uh Grace is gonna be there, and so is Danielle and Samantha so like–you wouldn't be alone. And Will’s mom is going too because of course she is but–” Ryan stammered.
Ophelia laughed, “I’m not worried about that, it's just…flying to another country for a big part of winter break is kinda a lot. Plus Mom would be missing my birthday…wait, the tournament falls on my birthday…right?”
“Oh…yeah it would.” Ryan hadn’t thought of that, and now her chances of going were getting slimmer and slimmer, or at least it felt like it.
“I do really want to go though–I’d hate to miss another milestone for you.” She said slowly, confidence dripping from her voice.
“Yeah, would kind suck to miss that.” Ryan smirked.
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And that’s how she ended up on a nine hour flight. Eating snacks and watching nature documentaries.
She didn’t even expect her mother to say yes, but…Pamela was clearly full of surprises.
When she finally got to Gothenburg, it was about four in the morning, which was not exactly ideal but oh well.
She had found out later in the day after a quick 3 hour nap that she was on the same floor as the Minnetian’s in her hotel, which was really nice since both Samantha and Danielle spent most of their time with her in her room, chatting, taking too many pictures on their digital camera’s, and sight seeing when they could.
Sweden was obviously very beautiful, even at its frigid temperatures, after all, winter was probably their best season. Gothenburg proved to be the perfect place for Santa to build his village as well, because at night time everything glistened and glowed with a sort of childlike innocence that sometimes made her tear up.
During the exhibition days early on into the tournament, before things really got serious, Ophelia and Ryan would put on their heavy winter coats, share a mug of hot chocolate (because Ryan was very strict on his diet, but then Ophelia would bring up his Starbucks order…which led to a lot of bickering), and would both share a pocket in Ryan’s coat, clutching each others hands out of need for warmth or not getting lost, (this also was not true).
And during the games she would wear his jersey, sitting up high in the rafters of the Team USA section of the arena, fingers crossing every time any player in red, white, and blue got close to the net.
And then it was Christmas, the boys did their promotional video with the team and then sauntered into Rutger’s room, playing stupid phone games and opening presents.
When it was Ophelia’s turn to give her gift to Ryan, she plopped down a neatly wrapped box before saying, “I’m actually lowkey proud of this one, so if you hate it I will cry.”
Which earned a laugh from the guys, and a weird look from Ryan.
He pulled the bow off, watching the box unfold itself into small sections, each section that fell from the shape included a picture of them when they were younger or a small memorabilia that they both thought for sure had been lost. Ryan’s eyes widened a little, his mouth turning down in a lovesick frown.
“Wait, hold on…there’s one more thing.” Ophelia mumbled, she couldn’t believe she was doing this in front of everyone but…it was just too perfect to ignore.
She pulled out a small circle of pipe cleaners, one light blue and the other color a dark green, both wrapped around each other carefully but also unevenly in a way only young kids could craft, the ends were both tied together, she slipped it on her ring finger like she did so many years ago. Then showed it to Ryan.
“I spent literal hours looking for this, I thought I lost it.” She whispered, like he was the only person in the room.
His hand reached out gently for hers, tracing the fuzzy band. He pulled her in for a sudden hug, ignoring the chirps, the sounds of endearment, and groans from the others.
“Jeez, get a room!” Frank Nazar teased.
Ryan eventually pulled away, “Thank you…for this.” He picked up the box and folded it back together carefully. Ophelia tried to ignore the slight shake in his hands.
“Okay…my turn!” Will called out, effectively taking the attention off the both of them.
Ryan gave her half of her birthday gift, to which she rolled her eyes and said, “You really could’ve waited.”
He just rolled his eyes back at her, “That would be no fun… besides, you deserve it.”
She unwrapped it from its wrapping carefully, revealing a small little heart shaped dish, a delicately painted ocean, some rocks and a lighthouse.
“You complained about not having any real storage for your jewelry so..I thought this would be good.” He explained.
“Awww, Ryan this is so cute, and it’s really useful, thank you…I’ll start using it tonight.” She gushed, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him in for a little side hug.
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It turns out Team USA is really good. Like, really good. Not counting a heart racing shootout win against Czechia, they were soaring.
And then it was Ophelia’s birthday.
New Year’s Eve was pretty fun too, Ryan starting the next year and ending the previous with a tipsy kiss on her cheek, mumbling a small happy birthday, after.
Then it was sloppy hugs from all the guys, and Zeev, poor, sweet, absolutely shit-faced Zeev came over.
“Y’know, you’re like…Ryan’s favorite right? He can’t stop looking for you during games and–”
“What?” Ophelia asked.
“Okay, Zeev, enough.” Gabe said, dragging him away from her.
“But they're like..perfect for each other! Come on Gabe–” She heard him as they walked away from her.
“Hey.” She heard someone else from behind her.
“Oh…hey Cutter, what’s up?” She asked, when she turned around to greet whoever it was.
“Does the birthday girl wanna take a walk with me?” He asked, sounding mostly tired.
She turned around to find Ryan, and watched as he threw back yet another shot, sighing, she turned back around to him.
“Yeah, that would be nice actually.”
It was cold outside, but much better than inside the hot, sticky bar. Cutter sat down on a bench and patted the spot down next to him, she took a seat.
“Enjoying Sweden?” He asked, to which Ophelia nodded. “Good.”
“Why’d you–”
“You looked pretty overwhelmed in there, especially after Buium said something ...wait, what did he say?” Cutter looked over at her.
“Something stupid…I don’t know, he’s drunk so–I won’t hold him to it.” Ophelia dismissed, feeling warmth climb its way to her cheeks.
“It doesn’t look like anything stupid.” Cutter observed, because of course he was the most observant person on the team.
“Well, it was just about Ryan and I so…” She trailed off.
“Oh,” Cutter laughed.
“What do you mean, oh?” She countered, her eyebrows furrowing.
“Just…makes sense, you guys are known to freak out a bit after something that involves the other person.” He explains.
“What?” She cried. “Wait, Cutter–what?”
He smirked at her. “I’ve had to do the same thing with Ryan.”
“No–no you haven't–”
“I have.” And he said it like it was final, like what she’d been thinking was suddenly true, like she wasn’t just making shit up.
“You look tired.” He read her like an open book again. “Want me to walk you back to your hotel?”
“Please.”
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Sweden had become too cold. Like a bitter chill that wrapped around her and pulled her in different directions. It was her birthday, and god, did she feel awful.
“You’ve been off all day.” Danielle said, bumping her shoulder into Ophelia’s. “Got something to share with the class?”
It was just the girls in Grace’s room right now. Sisters and a couple girlfriends that had introduced themselves to her at the beginning of the tournament, saying, Oh, you must be Ryan’s girlfriend! And hiding knowing looks when she corrected them.
“Just tired.” Ophelia shrugged.
“Oh come on! You just turned nineteen, you should still be celebrating!” Olivia, Zeev’s girlfriend, cried. It’s funny how similar they both were, but…it made sense.
“Oh, leave her alone, we were out pretty late last night.” Grace reminded, like the good adult she was.
Danielle patted Ophelia’s knee, “What did Ryan get you?”
“Oh…I’m not so sure yet…we haven’t seen each other yet today.” She said, sort of staring off into space.
“Wait, really? I for sure thought you would’ve seen him by now.” Samantha sat up on the bed.
Ophelia shrugged again, “He’s just working out or something…I’m sure I’ll see him later today.”
Grace perked up a bit, remembering a conversation that Ryan had between all the girls last night. “Oh…actually Ophelia, I think the guys are busy the rest of the day…”
“Wait…what?” Her head snapped to look at Grace.
“Yeah….you didn’t know?” Samantha sighed, picking up exactly what Grace was putting down. “Their coach was pretty serious after the shootout, has them working all day today.”
“Oh.”
“Hey, it’s okay…who needs guys to make a birthday party fun anyways?” Olivia chimed in. “We’ll have way more fun.”
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“Hey girl! How’s the birthday bitch?” Luna’s voice cracked over the speaker of Ophelia’s computer.
“Not great.” Ophelia sighed, standing in front of the mirror as she got ready.
“Wait..why?” Nathan’s concerned voice asked.
“It’s just…Ryan and the guys are busy today because their coach wants to work them from the shootout and stuff…totally not hating on him by the way! But like…they didn’t even tell me, and I thought I was gonna see them today but..I guess not and it's just...” Ophelia’s voice cracked a little with emotion, “Kinda wish I stayed home, because at least I could’ve celebrated with Mom and you guys and…now I feel guilty.”
“Oh..sweet girl…I’m so sorry. You do not deserve this on your birthday.” Luna cooed.
“I’ll beat him up.” Nathan threatened.
“Have you at least talked to your mom?”
“Yeah…no I have, before all this though…and I really don’t wanna tell her because I don’t want her feeling bad.” She sighed.
“Are you at least celebrating in some way?” Nathan asked.
“No–yeah I mean I am…the girls and I are gonna go out and it’s gonna be really fun I just…wish he was here with me y’know?” Ophelia rambled.
Both Nathan and Luna knew about how she felt for Ryan, but they were quite possibly the only people in the world who really knew it. Everyone could speculate what they wanted, but they were the only ones who absolutely knew the truth.
Luna sighed, “Yeah…I’m sorry Lia, that really sucks.”
“I don’t even know why I’m complaining now. I made it another year and everyone’s happy and healthy…that’s what I should really care about.” Ophelia said.
“Well yeah but…you’re being grateful now. After this you can be upset that the literal love of your life fucked up.” Luna replied.
“I don’t think I want him to be the love of your life anymore…” Nathan trailed off.
“I’m not gonna punish him for how his coach is doing his job, I mean…I don’t know. I wish they’d told me.” She sighed.
There was a knock at the door followed by a text from Grace.
We’re outside
“Shit, I gotta go, sorry guys.” Ophelia sighed.
“Don’t worry about it.” Nathan replied.
“Yeah! We’ll talk later.” Luna said.
“Alright, talk later.” Ophelia answered.
“Oh wait! Lia?” Luna called out. “Have as much fun as you can but…maybe don’t forget this.”
The pit in Ophelia’s stomach dropped. The idea of her having a strike system and tight leash on Ryan made her upset, they way they could just fade away into the past again made her feel sick.
“I’m sure it’s just an honest mistake.” She quickly said.
“Oh my god–do not defend this man with your life–”
She hung up.
Ophelia grabbed her jacket before stepping out of her hotel room to the group of girls.
“Sorry I’m late!”
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“Um..where the hell are we going?” Ophelia asked nervously to Grace, as they walked in the back door of some random hotel. “I thought you said we were going out.”
The other girls had abandoned them, claiming that they had another conflict to get to, chalking it up with insincere apologies which made her stomach hurt even more.
“Don’t worry about it, just keep walking.” Grace reminded, her hands going to her shoulders.
They walked into a dark room before Ophelia turned around.
“Grace…I’m really starting to feel like everyone is abandoning me–I’m not trying to be ungrateful but I’ve been alone all day and–”
The lights flickered on, Ophelia turned around.
“SURPRISE!” Everyone cheered, the team, all the girls that appeared, and so did the parents.
“Wait…wait what?” She stammered, as Ryan ran over to her, his arms wrapping around her waist.
“Sorry we scared you..but, I wanted to make this special.” He explained.
“Oh.” She let out, still shocked. “Oh my god–I..thank you guys for this it…means a lot.”
“Come on…we wanna open presents with you now!” Ryan ushered her over.
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After opening her many presents, which she was very surprised for…it was Ryan’s turn. He was practically buzzing with energy.
“Okay…wait before I give this to you…I want you to remember preschool.” He started.
“Um…what?” Ophelia asked, looking at him, it was followed by a couple of laughs.
“Just..open it and you’ll see.”
She gave him a strange look before unwrapping it. She was met with a Swarovski box.
“Ryan.”
“Just open it.”
“How much did you spend on this?” She asked.
“It doesn’t matter.” He replied quickly, just trying to get her to open it.
“No…how much did you spend?”
“Oh come on! Just open it already!” Will called out, Colleen rubbed his shoulder with her hand to quiet him down.
Ophelia gave Will a look, and then finally opened the box up.
Inside the box was a gently placed crystal flower, a yellow lily to be exact. It had two green crystal leaves, and a gold metal wire that wrapped around a block of white crystal. It was exactly like the little yellow flowers in the field behind their old preschool. The flowers that Ryan used to pick for her when they were young.
“I…I guess I just wanted something from then that lasted forever.” Ryan stammered out, gauging her reaction.
She let out a sniffle, before burying her head in the sleeves of her sweatshirt.
“Oh my god, is she crying?” Aram asked.
“No.” Ophelia let out, although it was weak. “Fuck, you…you can’t just spring this shit on me like this.” She sniffled.
Ryan wrapped his arms around her, his chin resting on top of her head.
A chorus of “awwww”s rang out through the room.
“I’m not crying.” She said again.
“I’m not saying you are.” Ryan said gently as Ophelia pulled back.
“I’m not even joking, this might be the best birthday present I’ve ever got.” She said, giving the box to an eager Olivia who wanted to see.
“I’m glad, Mom said it was pretty good too.” Ryan let out a weak chuckle.
The gifts had been so thoughtful…which made her heart beat even faster. They were clearly both at the end of their ropes. How far could they keep delaying this?
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January 5th, 2024. The gold medal game against Sweden.
Of course the guys were gonna make it to the finals, they had this sort of confidence that seemed almost infectious.
“We’re gonna win. Who else is it gonna be?”
But all that echoed in Ophelia’s mind was the conversation that Ophelia and Ryan had earlier that morning, when he brought her a warm cup of hot chocolate while she was in bed.
“I’m excited to win another gold medal.” He said, slipping into bed with her.
“Oh? You seem very confident.” She took a sip of her hot chocolate.
“Of course I am..I have a lucky charm in the crowd.” He replied.
“Oh…who?”
“You Phia, obviously. Wanna win something for you.” He moved a little closer to her on the bed.
Ophelia blushed, looking away.
“Seriously. I want you to be there for at least one of my big milestones.” He said, his voice having a slight serious edge to it.
“I—I…yeah no, it would be great to see you win something of value.” She stuttered out.
He smiled. “Well, I have to get to the rink but…I’ll see you in a couple of hours?” He asked.
“Yeah, of course. If I don’t speak to you again good luck…and get a goal for me.” She added.
Ryan hummed, his fingers gently grasping her chin and moving her head up a little to press a gentle kiss on her forehead. “I will, don’t worry.” He whispered against her skin before pulling away.
Ophelia shivered at both the contact and the absence of it, watching him get out of bed.
“I’ll be looking for you.” He mumbled, and slipped out the door.
Ophelia sighed, her face turning hot again, she reached for her phone to type in her groupchat of Nathan and Luna.
You’ll never believe what happened to me between yesterday and right now since I’ve talked to you guys.
The rink was packed. Full of yellow and navy blue jerseys, and then the small section of red, white, and blue up in the nosebleeds, and it was loud.
The first period was pretty tame, not including the several heart attacks she got from the shots from the swedish players, and of course there were the heavy hits that made her gasp.
It wasn’t until the end of the first period that Gabe got a goal, putting the U.S. up by one, assisted by Will.
Now Ophelia could finally breathe, now the U.S. had an edge that Sweden didn’t.
And then the second period happened. Things got a lot more chippy, Sweden tied it up, but then Issac scored twice, and it seemed like Sweden was running out of steam.
And then it happened.
About three minutes left in the third period, Ryan scored.
It was a crazy play, a series of insane stickhandling moves where at one point Ophelia thought: oh, he lost it. And then the puck went into the net and all of a sudden the score changed to 5-2.
Samantha’s hands were on her shoulders, rocking her back and forth, shouting, “Your man! That’s your man!”
And Ophelia just smiled and nodded. Because if I was one thing that she learned from the past couple of months is that she was his, he was hers, and there was never anyone else. That was her man, and she was his girl.
She watched as he blew kisses to the Swedish fans, holding his hand to his ear, and then suddenly turning around and stretching his arm out towards their section.
Pointing at her.
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Ryan smelled, which was to be expected as he literally just threw on his pants, his jersey and ran out of the locker room almost seamlessly into Ophelia’s arms.
“I fucking told you–I told you we’d win it.” He said breathlessly, shoving his face into her neck.
“I didn’t doubt you guys for a second…genuinely.” She wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him tightly.
“Did you like my celly?” He asked, pulling away.
“Yeah…the kisses were really funny–”
“No, when I pointed up to you. Wanted to make sure you knew that one was only for you.” He interrupted.
Ophelia froze. “Oh…y-yeah that was nice.”
Ryan smirked. “I think I deserve something for that goal…and the win.”
“Oh…hmmm…” She said, looking up at him. “No I guess you’re right..”
Ophelia leaned up and placed a soft kiss on the smooth skin of his cheek. It hit her about two seconds later that this was the first time her lips had ever touched him.
“Oh my fucking god–get a room you two!” Zeev cried from the other side of the hallway.
Ophelia watched as Ryan’s eyes snapped open, his expression turning from peaceful to annoyance.
“Oh my fucking—” He muttered under his breath.
Ophelia turned back to look at him. “Go…you should really celebrate with them.”
Ryan’s hands found hers, “I’ll go to your hotel room at eleven, then I can bring you out. Is that cool?”
“Yeah…yeah no totally, I’ll be waiting.”
He squeezed her hands in his, giving her one last smile before pulling away.
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Ryan had been spiraling from the moment he pointed at Ophelia in the stands for his goal. Not in a bad way just…his body giving him a gentle–harsh reminder that he really couldn’t hold back anymore.
The gold medal hanging around his neck really meant nothing to him if he didn’t have the girl that predated it.
This was it.
He kept telling himself. Stop holding back, stop holding back, stop holding back, stop–
He stepped into the plush hotel carpet of her hotel room, his fingers shaking as he put her extra key card in his pocket.
“Phia.” He said, standing between the carpeted section of the TV and beds.
“Oh..hey Ry.” She lifted her computer off her lap and placed it back onto her bed, walking over to him. “You ready?”
“I love you.”
She froze, watching him. Ryan felt the small claws of doubt climb its way up to his chest.
“No..just..listen to me, please.” He sounded so tortured.
She nodded.
“Phia I–I don’t wanna lose you again. I can’t lose you again. I…from the moment I made that stupid pipe cleaner ring and punched Tyler straight in the stomach I knew you were mine. That you always would be mine and to be honest…I never stopped thinking of you. And I should’ve known that the second that I told Will about you when we were both seventeen, and he knew but for some reason I couldn’t…I couldn't figure it out. I really want to take you to Washington with me, I want you to be there for everything after this because I need you. I want to be able to hold you close at parties and sneak into rooms to kiss you and decorate our future apartment together. I want you in my future when we’re both wrinkly and old, and have wedding bands on our fingers and we just laugh…laugh because of right now, and the future, and the past.”
“Ryan that…was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard.” She whispered.
“Yeah?” He inhaled.
“Yeah.” She nodded her head, and surged forward to press her lips to his.
They both shut their eyes at the touch, letting out matching sighs of relief.
Ryan’s hands wrapped around her waist, backing her up slowly until her back hit the wall, his hand coming up behind her head to soften the way it met the drywall. Her hands threaded through his hair, pulling him down more to try and swallow his mouth.
And then there were their lips.
Ryan was dizzy from the way her soft lips glided against his so easily, sticky and hot from her lip gloss. He pulled away to breathe.
“I wanna be yours too, Ryan.” Ophelia said breathlessly.
He smirked. “My girlfriend.” He whispered to himself, before tugging her back in for another kiss.
She let out a small noise at the way he pulled her in, but quieted back down again.
Ryan was a really good kisser. He was gentle in all the ways one could ask for, tilting her head up and running his fingers through the ends of her hair and god–
His phone buzzed in his pocket.
Ryan groaned, but broke the kiss. Ophelia figured out that she really liked the way her lip gloss looked smeared on his mouth.
“It’s the guys.” He sighed, thumbing a quick message back, his hand still not leaving her waist.
“What are they saying?” She asked, peering down to look at his phone.
“For us to hurry up…come on, let's go.” He offered her his bicep to hang onto, just like he did their first date and Ophelia grabbed it wordlessly.
“Wait uh…Ryan?”
He turned to look at her.
“Do you mind if we keep this–us dating–just to us for now? I mean…it’s not that I love you I’m also just really shy about PDA and–”
“Hey…Phia, it's all good. I understand.” His hand stroked her cheek. “Let’s figure this out…just the two of us before we tell people. I agree, it’s a good idea.”
She sighed, mumbling a quick thanks, glad that he didn’t take it the wrong way.
“Now come on…the guys are waiting.”
If there was one thing Ophelia learned these fourteen days, it’s that she really fucking loved Sweden.
#ryan leonard#bc line#boston college hockey#hockey player x oc#gabe perreault#bc hockey#nhl#washington capitals#nhl x oc#will smith hockey
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Hi prompt 32 with Fridolina Rolfo please if you are still taking prompts
prompt 32. -It’s you and me, always forever.
If you want to request, there's a prompt list linked in my masterlist.
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“KANELBULLENS DAG PEOPLE, NATIONAL HOLIDAY! You get a cinnamon bun, and you get a cinnamon bun, and the biggest one is for you my love.” You enter the Barcelona locker room hollering in Swedish, a large paper bag in your hand.
Handing each woman in the room a cinnamon bun, they each quietly thank you, some pressing small (or in Pina and Patri’s case, really sloppy) kisses to your cheeks. The steam floating off the baked goods gives the women an indication of their freshness.
Placing the last and biggest one in your girlfriend's hand, you can’t help but watch as her entire face lights up.
You had both been missing your native country a little extra lately, and celebrating the holidays that were so important to the swedes always reminded you of home.
It was especially fun to see the confused expressions on your teammates' faces whenever you burst into the room with traditional clothes on or different types of homemade sweets in your hands.
“Not that I’m not appreciative of this, but why did you get us cinnamon buns?” Lucy asked you, face full of joy and simultaneous confusion.
“Ohh, in Sweden there’s a holiday called kanelbullens dag where we just eat cinnamon buns. The day actually originates from this company who in celebrating their 40th anniversary made a day solely for cinnamon buns.” You tell the team in between bites of your own cinnamon bun.
“So, you just have a day for eating cinnamon buns?” Mapi asks, still confused about the whole thing.
“Yeah pretty much” You reply, the crunching of the sugar pearls filling the room. As you look around the room, you see everyone eating their cinnamon rolls happily and you can’t help but be filled with joy.
The joy that the cinnamon filled bread always brought to everyone back home extended out to the locker room and you couldn’t help but smile. Smile at the childish expressions filled with satisfaction and genuine happiness.
You get pulled back into reality by your girlfriend placing her legs across yours, the woman sending you a smile sweeter than the treat you’d just finished.
“Tack älskling, det var verkligen fint av dig att göra det här.” Frido tells you, the beautiful smile lighting up her face in that delightfully unique way. Leaning your face closer to hers, you bring your thumb up to the corner of her mouth, wiping away the little cinnamon that rested there.
You lick the sugary sweetness off your thumb before telling her,
“Du vet att jag älskar dig, visst gör du? Det klart jag kommer göra saker för att göra dig glad.” You tell her softly, only so that she can hear you. The others didn’t need to know, they’d only tease you for being whipped.
“Jag älskar dig med” She confesses, planting a loving kiss on your forehead before getting ready to walk out of the room.
You catch her hand in yours before she can move too far away from you. Pouting your lips, the blonde quickly gets the hint and gives you a passionate kiss, on your lips this time.
After she pulls away, you keep her near to press a few more pecks to her lips.
“Baby, it’s you and me, always forever. I’m yours until the end of time, it’s my only mission to make you smile.” You whisper against her lips, the blonde’s cheeks darkening several shades.
You would run across the universe and back if it meant you could get your girlfriend to smile just that much more.
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Translations:
Tack älskling, det var verkligen fint av dig att göra det här. - Thank you darling, it was truly sweet of you to do this.
Du vet att jag älskar dig, visst gör du? Det klart jag kommer göra saker för att göra dig glad. - You know that I love you, right? Of course I’m going to do things to make you happy.
Jag älskar dig med - I love you too
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another ramble about hws Belarus specifically DenBela or my head is going to explode I'm so sorry let me get this out of my system and then I'll shut up because the potential of this rare pair is DELICIOUS
• Menaces, they will egg each other on to torment people for entertainment, repercussion are nonexistent in their heads. Unapologetically impulsive tag team.
• She is perfectly capable of bringing out something feral in him and 100% she's internally v much omg hot viking daddy lets go fuck shit up to heavy metal and make out in a gothic church.
• He will do literally anything she asks because he likes making her happy, would do anything to even chance getting a laugh out of her. Which links back up to the other two points tbh he's done some borderline evil shit to get her to laugh (straight up decked Sweden in front of everybody, Sealand cried, Finland had to be restrained by like 5 people, it was complete chaos but hey at least Natalya was having the time of her life)
• At dinner she gets a salad but eats most of his fries and Mathias doesn't care.
• He's let her use his phone for prank calls, now his number is blocked by both Poland and Lithuania. She thinks it's hilarious.
• Ivan was absolutely devo when he found out they were sleeping together, worst news of his life, cue the theatrics, little sister being a traitor again (has a relatively stellar working relationship w/ den he's just shattered that it's denmark dicking down his sister) and running amuck with one of his childhood tormentors how fucking dare you do this to me Natalya, why are you like this, that man is a DEMON- you two work completely fine with one another- and you are bringing him into THIS HOUSE no I don't care that you don't live with me anymore he's too FUCKING CLOSE- u literally talk shit about Sweden with him- DEMON.
• Shamelessly told Norway 'I'm like you but hotter and I fuck your boyfriend better, what are you going to do about it loser?' Nothing he did absolutely nothing.
• the daddy 'as a joke' thing from the last post was completely offhand but now it's in my head like a ear worm, fuck it that can stay. 50 points if he calls her kitten- the state of his back says enough.
• Takes sneaky pictures of him when he's asleep bc she thinks he looks cute, will also stay awake all night tracing all of his scars and counting his freckles.
• She's outright asked him if he ever killed somebody just for the sake of it and he just look at her like 'babe rlly?' and then she remembered how he was when he was younger and just kinda 'right, of course you have'. He won't confirm or deny.
• They 100% send each other nudes that are saved on their phones when they're in conferences, they've both got flawless poker faces but the people sitting behind them most certainly don't. Germany doesn't know if he wants to beat the shit out of Denmark or go somewhere to die in peace. Boo hoo poor little gay boy doesn't know what to do about getting a secondhand glance at Russia's sister's tits and knowing his neighbour is getting some.
• He talked sooooooooooooooooooo much shit when he saw Twilight on her bookshelf, he's a book snob and she despises (loves) it.
• He's also the coffee snob, but she's the alcohol gatekeeper, he can't argue with her on that one because yes vodka is more effective.
• Whenever she pops up with something completely out of left field he just goes with it automatically, like oh okay we're talking about this now, well yes of course humanity is doomed sweetie but I'm still waiting on my beer so their annihilation will have to wait 💕 (-:
• Netflix and no chill is v much a normal night
• He will manhandle her and it makes her dizzy when he does, she's obsessed, but he treats her like a fuckin queen no ifs no buts. Doesn't stop him from blowing her back out tho js. Definitely is able to do it while standing and only supporting her with his arms.
• Has stolen at least 5 articles of his clothing.
• They don't know what being quiet is AT ALL, teeth and nails and some weird shit we just don't want to talk about but safe (arguably they're both freaks) sane (mostly) and consensual.
• Tall, blonde, built, sus, has a history of control issues, definitely has abandonment issues, ur smile is a fucking front sir what fucked up things are going on in ur head yeah he's 100% her type and on the flip side she's into the occult, blonde, stoic, into sharp things, an immature smartass with a foul mouth, goth, into heavy metal, and can talk about literally anything at length = exactly his type (similarities to norway are not lost on her)
• First thing she said to him was 'You look like you have a big cock' Ivan was not happy at all, had to physically drag her away nO naTALYA 'but I want to touch his di-' STOP.
i have so much more this is a fucking curse i'm still not even close
#denbela#hetalia#uhhhhhhhh yeah i wrote a thing ages ago and now i have like 4 drafts for others it's a fucking mess#it was like 2 months ago who am i kidding i can't distance myself from shit#i opened the flood gates now my brain is fucked#hws belarus#i'm only growing more powerful and shameless#hws denmark#aph denmark#aph belarus
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Below is a long text. The reason I share this is that I think the article below gives a great insight into Swedish culture and debate climate and views of celebrities taking stands in political issues. I think it is a good to read for those who demand the Swedish cast to actively speak out on different political issues.
It also touches upon Sigge and Alex podcast. I am frustrated to see the polarization and cancel culture and also the narrative of Sigge as a Zionist based on that he followed some Insta accounts. And also Edvin and Felicia being labeled Zionists by association. Maybe the article can give some perspectives.
Sigge Eklund is a provocative person, and his and Alex Schulman’s pod is both popular and controversial. You kind of either love them or hate them, or both. They are both authors, both outspoken what I would call leftists, Alex for example write columns that are very leftist. They are also quite full of themselves and can be very condescending to others and also take ideas and concepts to extremes to prove points. Their takes are often debated. There is a bit of irony in that they have received criticism for not standing up for Israel and stated they were against Hamas attack and now Sigge also being accused of being a Zionists. Sigge is criticized from both sides.
With that said, below is a translation of an article from SvD, one of Swedens large morning papers. It discusses Swedes silence. It shows how celebrities that do speak up are treated in Sweden. Let’s just say they are shot down. Swedes don’t have a tradition of appreciating celebrities to speak up on subjects they are not fully educated on. It’s so easy to get lost. But also that we need to talk about but it’s so damn difficult.
The article below is from Nov 25th 2023. It’s also important to consider when reading it. I still think it showcase Swedish culture really well and our debate climate and view on celebs speaking up and how polarized and infected and hard the long ongoing Israel-Palestine conflict (now genocide) is for us to discuss.
link to article it’s probably locked for non-subscribers.
“That's why I keep quiet about the war"
During a dinner Björn Werner (the author of the article) was at recently, the question came up. The one that not only cuts through the public debate but is strong enough to tear apart friendships and social nets and relationships.
Alex Schulman's voice chokes with anxiety. He stabs himself. And stakes himself again.
"It freezes me now when I hear you're going to talk about it."
Now it must be done. Sigge Eklund has taken the plunge. They will talk about the ongoing war between Israel and Hamas.
It's fast. Just a few minutes. A gentle ripple in a podcast of over an hour. Like few others in public Sweden, the two men are otherwise always carefree open with what they think and feel. Bridges to important colleagues, friends and acquaintances are burned in every other episode. They do everything for the content. But not now.
It is at the very beginning of the war. Barely a week since Hamas kidnapped women, children and the elderly and brutally murdered 1,200 Israelis. Israel's intense bombing campaign has only been going on for a few days. Nevertheless, the Swedish debate about the Israel-Palestine conflict is so feverish that the two seasoned authors and media men prefer not to talk about it.
"I hardly think it can be done without arousing so much hatred that in the end it won't be worth it," Schulman continues.
Eklund basically agrees:
"I've really felt at a loss for words," he replies and goes on to explain that it's not because he doesn't have anything to say, but that he himself doesn't know exactly what he's going to say once he starts. The feelings are too strong.
It is, of course, easy to call the podduo cowards. That they want to wriggle out of this deeply polarized conflict without clashing with anyone – whether listeners or advertisers. But in that case they are not alone.
There are many who, for social and understandable reasons, avoid the question. The price of taking a stand can be very high. For one thing, what one says can be taken out of one's mouth and reshaped into something grotesque and ugly. For one thing, the risk of losing control over one's own emotions is great. Then it is easy to end up wrong. To say wrong.
An abyss you like to avoid thinking about and talking about, if you can.
During a dinner I attended recently, the question came up. Someone admitted that he "sympathizes with Israel's cause here." Another then raised his hand: "I don't agree with that, and I think we should leave it like that, so it will be nicer." The entire table nodded in agreement. Everyone exhaled. A similar dynamic exists in the group chats I'm in, which have morphed from lively, fun conversations to cautious, polite flirting. Everyone sees the dark clouds towering. Nobody wants to see the rain fall.
A lot of this depends, I think, on the complexity of the situation. The vast majority of people outside the Israel-Palestine conflict are touchingly in agreement that it is terrible for all innocent people to die, regardless of nationality. It is all the more difficult to navigate beyond this single, self-evident opinion. Because one needs to have one after all. In everything else it is more difficult. They are looking for a scapegoat. The violence can't just happen? It must be someone's fault. Demanding a ceasefire also leads to the natural follow-up question: and then?
In both the issue of guilt and in the conversation about the future, dangers lurk wherever you turn: those who rush forward without a map and compass risk quickly running into both anti-Semitic and Islamophobic cuts.
Not that it is necessarily easier for those who actually take the time to read up on the issue. Is it about a multi-thousand-year European oppression of Jews? That Arab leaders have consistently refused to accept Israel's existence since the UN proclaimed the state in 1948? Is it the fault of the many Jewish settlers who drove Palestinians from their homes? Arab countries that in turn expelled Jews from theirs? That Palestinians by both Israel and Arab countries are used as a real political playing cards? Netanyahu? Hamas? It's just a matter of choosing. Everything is right – at the same time.
Whatever you think, however educated you are, there is always a weighty opinion that speaks for the opposite of what you have come to.
The situation is bizarre. Despite the fact that there is a terrible conflict going on where innocent children are killed daily, it is therefore a socially viable, perhaps even wise, strategy to just keep quiet.
the public also has results on how it goes for those who speak first and think later. When 160 celebrities signed a petition to stop the bombing of Gaza, they came under fire for not showing the same commitment during Hamas' massacre of Israelis. Artist Stina Wollter's star now appears to be falling after she mixed up her commitment to Palestinian children with anti-Semitic conspiracy theories. And the competence of the Green Party's Märta Stenevis is being questioned because she liked Stina Wollter's (not entirely clear) apology.
It is quite unusual for external events to cut so deeply into interpersonal relationships. Not least in the consensus-seeking country Sweden, which is otherwise known for its lukewarm political temperament. While the 1968 movement in Paris led to street battles between students and police, the student movement in Stockholm occupied its own union building. When Sweden, after 200 years of non-alignment, joins NATO, everyone just sighs amicably. The war in Ukraine has, if anything, acted as a unifying force, where people from left to right could confidently state that the world in this particular case really is black and white.
But there is a force in the Israel-Palestine conflict that is strong enough to tear apart the social net and relationships. Partly because of the horrific images we are all exposed to, but also because of the historically deeply infected nature of the issue. It's all starting to resemble the climate of debate in Britain about Brexit, which went to such levels that the prestigious British etiquette magazine Tatler raised the topic as one of twelve things you absolutely should not talk about at the dinner table.
Anyone who puts their faith in the ability of public discourse to unravel complex events also has nothing to gain from the issue of Israel-Palestine. The ongoing debate has quickly degenerated into a hopeless meta-debate about who thinks the most "wrong". The amount of constructive, well-read and nuanced posts that have been put forward since Hamas's attack on Israel on October 7 and Israel's subsequent bombing of Gaza can be counted on the fingers of one hand. Expressen's Per Wirtén succeeds, through a combination of solid humanism and understanding of the matter, to tackle the subject in a dignified way. Another is SvD's Elaf Ali, who from his personal perspective testifies to the polarization in the Swedish debate.
But - the more texts are about things that could just as easily take place at a dinner with a lost footing. There and in social media, the waves are high. Are leftists anti-Semitic because they react more strongly to Israel's attacks than to Hamas? Are right-wing debaters really Islamophobes, because they so fervently defend Israel while at the same time advocating cooperation with the newly anti-Semitic SD?
Who is foolish enough to stick their head into this hornet's nest willingly?
Maybe Alex and Sigge are doing the only reasonable thing. Despite one's instincts screaming to react when news of dead children sweeps by, there is not much to say – because hardly anything can be said without being taken as revenue for something else. But the question is whether it is even possible to be silent. According to today's twisted logic, there is also something to be said.
Shortly after "Alex and Sigge's podcast" was published, the right-wing comedian Aron Flam responded to X (recently on Twitter): "So Alex Schulman cannot condemn murder, torture and rape? Hard to say anything about murdering women, young, old, pregnant, babies? Speaking. He who is otherwise so full of goodness.”
And it hasn't stopped there. In a later episode, both podcasts return to the consequences of not taking a stand. Their social media inboxes are overflowing with anger.
Swedes are one of the world's most educated peoples, and at least until very recently formally non-aligned. The majority have few personal connections to either the millennial suffering of Jews or the Palestinian people's quest for their own state formation.
If even a remote, frostbitten nation of newly urbanized farmers can't pull themselves together, who can? If even we can't talk to each other, then who can?
#don’t know how to tag this#Swedish. culture ?#why Swedish celebrities are silent?#edvin ryding#felicia truedsson#Sigge Eklund#and also#omar rudberg#yr cast
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if i die before I bake
Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Swiss (Ghost Sweden Band), Phantom (Ghost Sweden Band), Dewdrop | Sodo, Rain (Ghost Sweden Band), Mountain (Ghost Sweden Band), Cumulus (Ghost Sweden Band), Cirrus (Ghost Sweden Band) Additional Tags: Recreational Drug Use, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, green out, Pack Cuddles, Crack Treated Seriously, well this was meant to be crack but it kind of veered away from that, Guilt, Marijuana, Panic Attacks, Vomiting, Swiss is fucking zooted Summary: Phantom bakes some homemade edibles for Swiss, but messes up a vital measurement.
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“Hey Mountain,” Phantom said, appearing at his bedroom door. “You went on that weed run yesterday, right?”
The drummer was lying on his bed, idly scrolling through his phone. He rolled to his side to look at Phantom, nodding his head toward the dresser. “Top drawer. You having a smoke?”
“No, I’m gonna make some brownies,” Phantom grabbed the bag. “I accidentally took the last of Swiss’s edible he got in Amsterdam. Told ‘em I’d go to the dispensary with you... and then forgot... so I'm just gonna make some.”
Mountain chuckled, “Have you ever baked anything in your life?”
“Of course I have.”
Phantom had not. But how hard could it be?
“Okay, well if you want some help, let me know. I'll send you the link to the recipe we usually use.”
“’kay. Thanks Mount,” he said and made his way back to the kitchen.
Phantom had watched Swiss or Mountain make edibles on a few occasions, but he pulled up Mountain's recipe. He quickly realized it was a little more complicated than he thought. There was pre-baking, and making a butter, and making the brownies from scratch? Phantom looked at the box mix he found at the back of the pantry. It would have to do.
Soon, the kitchen was a wreck. Measuring cups and bowls were everywhere as Phantom filled their shared space with aroma of baked cannabis. It brought some of the other ghouls out of their room to investigate his baking endeavor.
“Fucking hell, Phantom, what are you doing in here?” Dew was the first to appear as Phantom took the roasted leaves out of the oven.
“My best,” Phantom wiped away some sweat from his brow, glancing at Dew. “This looks much easier when Swiss does it.”
Dew chuckled, hopping up to sit on the counter and watch.
“That’s because Swiss has seen every episode of Great British Baking Show and thinks that makes him star baker.”
Phantom threw some butter in a saucepan and started to combine the components of the brownie mix.
“I believe it. This shit is harder than I thought.”
Dew chuckled, jumping down from the counter and ruffling Phantom’s hair on his way out the back door. “Just follow the instructions, you’ll be fine.”
Phantom sighed, returning to his project.
Cumulus and Cirrus also came by, taking a few finger fulls of leftover batter after Phantom had his bake in the oven. Mountain came by briefly while he sat in front of the oven watching them rise.
“Looks good, Iron Chef,” he smiled, patting him on the back. “Did you make them with or without walnuts?”
“With.”
“Oh fuck, yeah. Be sure to save me one.”
Phantom smiled, feeling a bit better about his baking skills. When the brownies finally came out, they looked just like the ones the others have made. He cleaned up while they cooled, and delivered a generous piece to Swiss’s room for when he returned. Phantom thought about also enjoying one, but a text from Rain about a quick rehearsal tabled that plan. He cut himself a small sliver just to test out the taste, satisfied with the fudgey texture and gooey taste.
“Something is still missing,” Dew tapped his chin. They had spent the last hour and a half rehearsing some new bits for the rituals and testing out a few riffs. One in particular was giving them some trouble. “Maybe we should get Swiss down here. See if he has an idea or if adding a fourth balances it better.”
Rain put down his bass. “Yeah, I’ll go find him.” He left the practice room and headed toward the living quarters. In the meantime, Dew and Phantom continued to run through the bridge of the song.
Suddenly, rapid, running footsteps echoed up the hall. Both of the ghouls turned to find Rain looking pale and panicked.
“Something's wrong with Swiss,” he said, motioning for them to follow. They put their instruments down and ran to Swiss’s room. Phantom could hear the sound of retching from the hallway, which eerily stopped the moment they got into his room.
They found Swiss slumped beside the toilet, eyes unfocused as he barely registered Rain and Dew dropping to his side.
“Swiss,” Dew cupped his cheeks, trying to get the dazed ghoul to focus on him. “Swiss!” The only sound the ghoul made was some weak whimpering. The most he seemed to move was when he’d start to gag and lurch toward the toilet. Rain sat beside him, rubbing his back and looking at the others with concern.
“What do we do?”
“What is even wrong with him? He's sweating like he's back in the pits, but he doesn't feel feverish,” Dew said, hugging his arms across his body. “Food poisoning?”
“I don’t know, Dew, he’s pretty out of it.”
“Is he on something?”
Rain shrugged, “we just got back right before we started rehearsal. He didn’t have anything when he was with me.”
Suddenly, it dawned on Phantom. He looked back at the place he left Swiss’s brownie.
The plate was empty.
“Shit,” Phantom turned back to the others, suddenly starting to panic. “Shit, I made brownies earlier. Swiss had one.”
Dew’s eyes widened “How big?”
Phantom estimated with his fingers. “Not bigger than what Swiss has given me before.”
“Did he eat more than what you brought him or something?”
Rain stayed with Swiss while Dew and Phantom rushed to the kitchen where Mountain was coincidentally opening the pan of brownies.
“Mountain, wait!” Phantom yelled, startling the drummer into dropping the plastic knife on the ground.
“What?”
“Swiss is sick. Maybe because of the brownies,” Dew explained. Phantom grabbed the pan, sighing in relief to find only the piece he cut for Swiss missing.
“He only had what I gave him.”
“Well what was the dosage?”
“Whatever the instructions said, Dew, I don’t know!”
The room started heating up with Dewdrop as the epicenter. “Phantom, you saw Swiss— this is not the fucking time for I don’t know, I need some fucking number—”
“Guys,” Mountain yelled over them, the bag of weed, that now had a sizable dent in it, in hand. His face was especially serious. “Phantom, where is the extra butter?”
He stared at Mountain blankly. “What do you mean?”
“You followed the recipe I told you? Pre-baked the amount you usually see Swiss and me make, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay, then where’s the leftovers? The recipe is for triple the amount of butter you should have used.”
Phantom suddenly felt like he was going to throw up. “I-I didn’t know that.”
“Shit,” Mountain cursed as Rain called down the hall for more help. Mountain went running, leaving Phantom feeling numb and a majorly heated Dew.
“I thought you were following the instructions,” Dew said, his eyes starting to flicker red, like embers in a fire trying to kindle.
“I was, but I was looking at the butter recipe Mountain told me to use and also reading the back of the brownie box and— and, I guess… I guess I got confused,” Phantom ran his fingers through his hair, tugging on the roots. Dew huffed, turning to go back to Swiss’s room. When Phantom started to follow, the fire ghoul whirled around, eyes fully glowing now.
“You’ve done enough, Phantom. We’ll take care of him.”
He left Phantom standing awkwardly in the hallway, his guilt feeling like a tight wire wrapped around his neck. He stood there until his anger kicked in. Phantom marched into the kitchen, grabbing the pan of brownies and slamming them into the trash can with such force the metal pan bent at a ninety degree angle.
He was angry at Dew. At the fucking instructions for being confusing. At Mountain for not telling him when he was leaving for the dispensary. Really, he was just furious at himself. How did he possibly think that much weed was supposed to go into one batch of brownies? What kind of idiot didn’t double check the recipe when making an edible?
Phantom banished himself to his room, throwing around a few things before collapsing on his bed in a fit of guilt-soaked tears.
Rain think he preferred it when Swiss was vomiting.
After the last time he hugged the toilet, just as Phantom and Dew went to check the kitchen, Swiss had a moment of improved coherence.
“Rain,” he mustered, spitting into the toilet. It was a relief just to hear him have some sort of orientation to what was happening around him. That relief was quickly thwarted by what followed, “I don’t… feel… good,” he said, his voice slurring and slowing. Rain had to lunge to catch Swiss’s dead weight as he suddenly collapsed.
“Fuck!” he yelled, pressing two fingers to his neck. Ghoul vessels did have heartbeats— usually slower than humans— but present. Even for a ghoul, though, Swiss’s was faint. “Dew! Phantom! I need you!”
To his surprise, Mountain was the first to arrive at his aid, helping Rain pull Swiss out of the bathroom and into the more spacious bedroom.
“He just passed out,” Rain said, obsessively checking the pulse points in Swiss’s neck and wrist.
“He’s greening out bad,” Mountain sighed, looking up at Rain with dismay. “Phantom fucked up the edible ratio. It won’t kill him, but we need to watch him until he comes down.”
Swiss’s eyes finally fluttered open again. Still unfocused, and even more out of it than before. Dew appeared at the door, chest heaving with anger. Phantom was nowhere to be found. Mountain took one look at Dew and shook his head.
“Out.”
That didn’t help Dew’s fury. “Excuse me?”
“You’re hot right now. You know he gets sensitive to emotions when he’s high, and right now the last thing we need is him panicking when he can barely comprehend why he’s panicking. You can come back when you cool off.”
Dew looked like he wanted to bite off Mountain’s head, but he did back out of the room.
“Mounty,” Swiss muttered, briefly focusing on the earth ghoul’s face. His hand limply waved, and Mountain grabbed it from the air and squeezed.
“Hang in there, bud. You’re gonna be okay.”
Swiss felt like he was dying.
Or locked in some shadow dimension. Either was possible.
Maybe this was the purgatory thing he’s heard so much about. A land between heaven and hell. It would explain why he felt like the world was melting between his fingers while also feeling like he was floating. He was burning hot and doused in sweat, but also wanted nothing more than to be wrapped in blankets.
A lot of contradictions. The only thing Swiss was sure about was that his stomach fucking hurt.
His head was in the toilet again. Throat burning. A hand rubbed his back and he tried to focus on that instead of the sour taste in his mouth.
Then darkness.
Maybe he was dying.
Sometimes he’d hear some voices. Muted, warped voices he could hardly identify.
One came through clearly. Swiss couldn’t quite identify what was being said, but he knew it was Mountain.
Mountain sounded upset. Swiss frowned working hard at trying to focus on the slow moving blobs around him so he could find Mountain.
A warm hand took his.
Fingers tinkered with his hair.
Touched his blazing skin.
He hoped he wasn’t sick.
They would also get sick if that was the case.
“You can sleep, Swiss miss.”
“We’ll keep you safe.”
Swiss didn’t want to sleep. He was exhausted to the point he couldn’t move, but sleeping seemed like something he wasn’t supposed to do. Like he’s fully succumb to the darkness.
Like he’d wake up in the pit.
His throat suddenly felt tight. Fingers tingled. He tried to suck in more air, but his lungs were sluggish. Slow as the rest of him. Swiss fought, feeling his body being turned. Being lifted and then put down again—
“I don’t wanna go!” he tried to scream, but only parts of it made it to his mouth.
Pressure on his cheeks. A hand on his chest. Swiss’s vision dotted for a few moments before realizing Rain was nose-to-nose with him, his ocean blue eyes pleading for something Swiss couldn’t hear over the sound of ringing in his ears. He looked at Rain’s lips come together and split in the shape of the word breathe.
I’m trying, he wanted to say, but he had no breath to do it.
Rain pressed on his chest. Tapped a pattern that Swiss took to mean as cues to breathe in and out. He tried— and struggled— to follow them at first, but soon fell into rhythm. He felt his body start to relax. His fingers regained feeling. Swiss felt the air fully inflate his lungs, hold, and exit with a slow whoosh.
Slowly, he faded into sleep.
Swiss woke up feeling like he had been dropped in boiling water. He was drenched, the feeling of his clothes on his skin making him nauseated all over again. Feeling a little more mobile, Swiss grabbed at his shirt, trying to ease it over his head.
“Woah, woah, woah, what’s wrong?” a voice asked. Dew's voice.
“’m fucking hot,” Swiss said, back, trying and failing to make it over his head. Frustration started making him upset, and he took a break from his shirt and clumsily pulled at the drawstring of his sweatpants instead.
“Okay, let me help you,” Dew whispered, swatting Swiss’s hands away. Swiss stood still as Dew dropped his pants and helped pull his shirt off. The cool air on his burning skin was a relief, but Swiss still didn’t feel comfortable. He grabbed his underwear, but Dew caught his wrist.
“Those too?” he asked hesitantly.
Swiss nodded, trying to jerk out of Dew’s grasp, but being unsuccessful. Dew sighed and released him, and Swiss finally felt at ease.
He stood there until his body temperature felt normal again.
Then he realized he was fucking freezing. He slumped back on the bed, grabbing as many blankets at possible while Dew watched him, dumbfounded.
“Cold now, Swissy?”
“Freezing. Cuddle me, Dew?”
The fire ghoul groaned, and something landed on Swiss’s face.
“Okay, but you have to put your drawers back on.”
That seemed like a fair exchange. Swiss slipped on his underwear and opened his arms for Dew to come warm him up. The fire ghoul dropped into Swiss’s arms, muttering something about how he “better not puke on him”.
Swiss’s throat was dry when he woke up again. HIs room was dim. Less chaotic than before. Swiss tried to roll to his back, but found something blocking him.
Or someone.
“Swiss?” a soft voice asked, moving so he could plop onto his back. It was Mountain staring down at him with concerned hazel eyes.
“I’m falling off the bed,” Swiss muttered, weakly trying to shove at the massive drummer. Mountain’s concern shifted to mild amusement, and he gave Swiss some more space.
“Just making sure you don’t aspirate, Swissy.”
Satanas, his head was pounding. Swiss flopped down on Mountain’s chest, finding some comfort in the feeling of his heartbeat under his cheek.
“Is he awake?” Rain asked, walking in with Dew in tow.
“He is,” Swiss answered. “He is also so fucking thirsty.”
“Good,” Rain handed him some brightly colored drink. Swiss stared at is suspiciously until he explained. “Electrolytes.”
“Oh. Thought you were trying to poison me,” Swiss muttered, and slowly sipped at the cool beverage.
“That would be Phantom,” Dew muttered, quickly getting an elbow to the ribs from Rain. Swiss looked at them, confused.
“What about Phantom?” His bandmates looked at him and then one another. Swiss couldn’t tell if it was guilt or pity, but he didn’t like it either way. “Whatever it is, fucking tell me.”
“He’s usually pissy when he’s almost down,” Mountain said as though Swiss wasn’t sitting right fucking there.
“Think he’s good enough to tell him?” Rain asked.
“For fuck’s sake,” Swiss pinched the bridge of his nose. Rain placed a hand on his knee.
“Did you eat the brownie Phantom baked for you?”
Swiss slowly dropped his hand, the realization of his pre-nap snack hitting him the moment Rain said it.
“Yeah… it was good, but I’m guessing maybe a little too much?”
Dew scoffed. “At least triple the dose you usually do.”
That certainly explained why he felt like he was on a different plane of existence earlier.
“Damn. Uh, how bad was I?” They looked at each other again. That, and the fact they looked exhausted pretty much answered his question. He also realized Phantom wasn’t among them. “And where’s Phantom?”
Dew pressed his lips together. “I, uh, told him to stay out of the way.”
From the way Mountain and Rain exchanged a glance, Swiss had a feeling it was a little more than that. He sighed, pushing himself up to try and stand, but a rush to his head made him topple right back down.
“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” Dew asked.
“To see Phantom. Make sure he’s not beating himself up over this.”
“You can barely stand still!”
Swiss looked at Dew. “Then go get him!”
Dew looked at Rain, who shook his head. The usually calm water ghoul looked at Dew sternly. “I’m not the one who yelled at him. Go fix it.”
With a groan, Dew departed. Swiss laid back in his bed, focusing on a singular point on the ceiling until the spinning stopped.
“Hey Rain?” he asked after awhile.
“Yeah?”
Swiss ran his hand over his bare chest and thighs. “When did I strip?”
He chuckled. “A few hours ago.”
“Why?”
“Dew said you wanted cuddles.”
Swiss sat with that for a moment before shrugging. “Yeah... that checks out. Can you grab me some clothes, please?”
Phantom wasn’t sure what to do. He snuck down near Swiss’s room a few times to try and gauge what was going on, but couldn’t quite get a complete read. Things seemed to calm down at least. Less sounds of vomiting. Rain, Mountain, and Dew had begun to take shifts of just one or two of them staying with Swiss at a time. Phantom wanted to assume the best, but he still felt his worst.
So he shut himself in his room. Lights off, so his main source of light was the glow of iridescent constellations on his ceiling.
Swiss had helped him put those up. And Phantom had basically poisoned him. What a good packmate he was.
Because he wanted to torture himself, Phantom looked back at the recipe for the butter. Sure enough, it clearly called for almost four times the amount of butter he used— if he had just fucking read it correctly, Swiss wouldn’t be spending the night worrying about choking on his own vomit.
Hot tears ran down Phantom’s face. Though he had formed some great connections with the others, he was still so new. Would they send him away after this? Would any of them trust him again? He ruminated on these increasingly destructive thoughts until there was a soft knock at his door.
“Phantom?” Dew said through the door. “You in there?”
“Yeah,” called, his voice raspy from crying. The door opened slowly, and in came Dew. He was much less angry than usual, but still seemed a little peeved. After taking in the dark room and Phantom curled up on his bed, his face softened.
“Hey…” Dew said, sitting on the edge of Phantom’s bed. To his surprise, the fire ghoul reached out and put a warm hand on Phantom’s calf. “Swiss is okay.”
“He is?”
“A little loopy still and post-high cranky, but yeah. He’s asking for you.”
Phantom bit his lip, curling more into himself. “He’s pissed, isn’t he?”
Dew’s eyebrows furrowed together. “Swiss? At you? Not at all.”
“You are.”
Dew sighed, pressing his fingers together in his lap. “I was. But, I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that. I was mad and… and scared. Really scared.” Dew looked at him with with this sad expression. “Sorry for taking it out on you.”
Phantom finally sat up, pulling Dew into a hug before he could protest. The lead guitarist hugged him back, pinching his cheek as they pulled apart. “I hope you know you’re banned from baking, though.”
“Fair enough,” Phantom said, smiling for the first time in hours.
They went to Swiss’s room where Rain and Mountain were perched on his bed with them. When Phantom entered, they grew quiet, and started to move out of the way. Swiss opened up his arms.
“C’mere Phantom,” he said with a grin.
All the stress of the last several hours of soaking in self-doubt and guilt came tumbling down at once. Phantom practically tackled Swiss as he dove into his arms, reveling in the joyful laugh the multi-ghoul let out as he squeezed Phantom tightly.
“I’m so fucking sorry,” Phantom said into Swiss’s shirt.
“Don’t be, Twinkle Toes, that brownie was fucking fire. Perfect ratio of gooey, but not underbaked. And truly flattered you thought I could handle that much THC.”
“It did seem like a lot…”
“I fuckin’ bet,” Swiss chuckled. “It’s okay, though. I’m good. Sometimes I need a green out every so often. Keeps me humble.”
“Also freaks us the hell out,” Rain said. Swiss pressed his lips together, almost like he felt guilty about being basically incapacitated. He reached out toward the others, and Phantom felt the bed dipped as Rain joined the huddle. Mountain and Dew soon followed, encapsulating the two of them in their body heat and weight.
“Thanks for taking care of me, you guys.”
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