#maybe people forget already don't care but not want take risk

[normal-newt]

Bit of post for people who were unlucky + saw me mess up + upset by me.

If want context is here. But if just want simple best way to not see my posts will be explain in next post and can just skip to that. Please not re-blog this as only want for people who already see blog or who clicked through from other blog.

If helps any think understand better how made problem. Think was partly missed a metaphor + managed missed also miss whole entire point.  but also not explain well at all. and now person hurt from me and me hurt from me and no way fix not make more hurt.

didn’t even realise could describe own problem so so bad. already use mobility aid everywhere is why people will touch so often but was not able to even say it.  Scared I do so bad now people come to make sure know I did bad make sure feel as bad as am. Don’t worry already do. Just use above option + save time for both.

Not sure how apologise properly when can’t even know sure won’t make same mistake. So this. This is stand in until can make proper apology because still wanting to acknowledge that did wrong and made hurt even if still figuring out exact details.

If hurt by what said by me, am so so sorry. Know sorry just not enough here.

Will try best improve especially at not bother people on their posts.

If you need to not see me in tumblr, is fair and is not problem at all and will do best helping this because people deserve not having to watch me fuck up while figuring out. Off top of my head options are:

Can block me, even if already follow me.

If wanting to, can ask in comments here me block you so you not have to see posts made by me. Will do this no question asked or comment made at you. If want me to delete so people not see you asked, will do this also. If for some reason change mind in future ask someone message me + will unblock you. 

Can maybe make tag for own original posts so people able block this if think will help.

If want unfollow with not block this also option but means might still bump into me.

Know isn’t enough but not want hurt anyone from not able to do enough. If need this for own happy please do. Promise will try hard so if meet again somewhere else will be able be nicer to you. But big goal now is want reduce chance will hurt someone in meantime.

Not needing or wanting comfort. Especially if not see original words may think am being harsh on self. Thing is know I will be okay but want others also be okay, so more important honest words to others than nice words to self. Will delete comments try make comfort because not what this need be about.

If original person I hurt seeing this. Am so sorry. Said wrong and know hurt you. Not want make big apology on your blog because know maybe you want me leave you alone. But maybe you want see if am understanding now. Am so sorry. Maybe is thing where takes week or two to process and maybe will figure out but not fair ask you doing it for me . If want can copy-paste or re-blog post saying how to avoid me so people see your blog can avoid having to deal with person who rude to you. Know apology currently wrong but hope bad apology better than ignore problem. Hope at least able to tell you do know was wrong and am trying make sure not happen again.

[a-d-nox]

the hogwarts houses in astrology

i'm going to work off of what i already have posted (no asteroids discussed after this post will be included or added after the fact). i would like to state that NO TWO CHARTS ARE THE SAME. what i am about to list out does not mean you will for sure need these exact things (or all of these things) to be resonate with a house - i don't know you personally this is a hypothesis. plus hogwarts is a fictional location. if you don’t understand my thought process feel free to comment with questions!

onto the post.

gryffindor

aries (1°, 13°, 25°) sun, mars, venus, and/or rising: they have spirt and courage fit for the house. the fearlessness of these people is just astounding.

aries (1°, 13°, 25°) or leo (5°, 17°, 29°) arthur (2597) and/or aspecting jupiter: the quest for the holy grail and the bravery of his fellow knights exemplify chivalry, loyalty, and the courage to fight for what is right.

aries (1°, 13°, 25°) or leo (5°, 17°, 29°) beowulf (38086) and/or aspecting mars: this was a hero who confronted monstrous foes like grendel and a dragon; harry potter bravery for sure but then again maybe beowulf inspired that witch that made this beloved series.

leo (5°, 17°, 29°) sun, moon, mercury, venus, and/or rising: bold, confident, and wishes to lead the way. also hi its a gryffindor lion - get it leo lion?? also the charisma that leo people have is equally to gryffindor people.

leo (5°, 17°, 29°) heracles (5143) and/or aspecting mars: heracles’ feats, including battling lions and hydras, highlight bravery and resilience, embodying the gryffindor spirit in overcoming formidable challenges.

sagittarius (9°, 21°) moon, mercury, and/or mars: nothing reminds me of hermione, ron, and harry like sag placements. they love having the freedom to do what they wish - they are rule breakers who want to explore. they are willing to take risks for the greater good too.

libra (7°, 19°) venus: loyal and brave when there people find a group they will do anything to protect them.

hufflepuff

taurus (2°, 14°, 26°) sun, moon, mercury, and/or venus: these people have very stabilizing energy which i feel like is common in hufflepuff characters. they bring many people comfort in times of chaos as they tend to be very consistent in how they act.

taurus (2°, 14°, 26°) or cancer (4°, 16°, 28°) demeter (1108) and/or aspecting moon and/or venus: these are the people who love unconditionally and would go to the ends of earth for the people they care about just like a hufflepuff would.

cancer (4°, 16°, 28°) sun, mars, and/or rising: no one is a nurturing and sensitive as these people. they are warm and comforting as well.

virgo (6°, 18°) mercury and/or rising: they pay attention to every detail like it is all very important. these are the people who will remember something small that others will forget thus making those around them feel special and grateful for their presence. they are acts of service people just like most hufflepuffs.

libra (7°, 19°) venus: they are peace loving and wish to create harmony for the group as a whole.

pisces (12°, 24°) moon: they are compassionate, empathetic, and intuitive just like a hufflepuff.

ravenclaw

gemini (3°, 15°, 27°) sun, mercury, and/or rising: curious demeanor; they love communicating in particular as a means to learn new things. quick wit / quick mind.

gemini (3°, 15°, 27°) odysseus (1143) / ulysses (5254) and/or aspecting mercury and/or mars: known for his cleverness and resourcefulness during his long journey home, his ability to think strategically and creatively is unmatched.

gemini (3°, 15°, 27°) or virgo (6°, 18°) athene (881) / pallas (2) and/or aspecting mercury and/or jupiter: goddess of wisdom, strategy, and warfare, this goddess embodies intelligence and creativity thinkinh. she is the prime example of the importance of knowledge/cleverness in overcoming challenges.

virgo (6°, 18°) moon: no one else will be out here analytically thinking in a practical cut and dry manner.

libra (7°, 19°) mercury and/or rising: i always think of socratic seminars when it comes to a libra. the air inspires the communication while the venus encourages the peaceful flow of information sharing.

capricorn (10°, 22°) mars: these people have the discipline required to doing studying like the people this how would. plus they are very strategic in their thinking - it reminds me of an expert game of chess.

aquarius (11°, 23°) sun, moon, mercury, mars, and/or venus: innovative. original. full of unique perspectives on problems. they need independence to full explore everything they wish to. unconditional thinking. they aren't afraid to question what everyone else simply accepts as the answer.

slytherin

aries (1°, 13°, 25°) moon and/or mars: "be aggressive; be-be aggressive"! they need to win like the house suggests winning and glory is very important - they will do so "by whatever means necessary".

aries (1°, 13°, 25°) and/or scorpio (8°, 20°) gilgamesh (1812): the legends focuses on ambition and the lengths one might go to achieve greatness, including deceit and manipulation...

gemini (3°, 15°, 27°) mercury: these people are adaptable and cunning - nothing escapes them...

taurus (2°, 16°, 28°) venus: with power and prestige comes luxury and wealth. this placement just screams slytherin aesthetic to me.

virgo (6°, 18°) rising: only this placement would have such a philosophy they plots and plans are of the utmost importance.

scorpio (8°, 20°) sun, moon, mercury, and/or mars: can't beat a scorpio here... it's the intensity, the secrecy, the determination... they have an innate willingness to fight for what they want most. they also tend to have a sharp mind - they understand a great deal and notice even more.

scorpio (8°, 20°) medusa (149) and/or medusa (149) aspecting pluto: transformed into a snake headed being, medusa represents cunningness and power of the misunderstood. she like the basilisk turns humans to stone reflecting both fear and strength, aka the complex relationship with power commonly found in slytherin house.

scorpio (8°, 20°) or capricorn (10°, 22°) medea (212) and/or medea (212) aspecting mercury, mars, and/or pluto: she uses her skills and cunning to achieve her goals; thereby demonstrating both ambition and the darker aspects of power, especially in regards to her quest for vengeance.

capricorn (10°, 22°) sun, venus, and/or rising: it's their ambition and the discipline they have to become successful. they determined to succeed. not to mention they are loyal - which is very common among slytherins...

loke (4862) aspecting mercury, neptune, and/or pluto: the trickster god, embodies cunning and cleverness. he tends to use his intelligence to manipulate situations for his own benefit.

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[surrealisticcereal]

i think apollo will stay changed after becoming human

first time making something like this. so uh, yeah, kinda sorta analysis after the cut and a lot of this is based off of this analysis and also the toa discord. yeah. let's get this started

i think that apollo will stay "human" even after regaining godhood because that's the point. it's a story about growth, healing, change, hope, and identity. apollo lost his, not just by being put into lester, but his identity, as apollo the god.

and it isn't just apollo. meg is a big one as well, her arc sort of mirroring apollo, with nero being compared to zeus quite often in the narration. i think another arc that sort of mirrors apollo's is reyna. her arc is centered around identity. she needs to find it outside of the senate. apollo needed to find it outside of olympus. and quite ironically, the roman camp is called camp jupiter. and it was reyna that told apollo something he needed to hear. sure, he could never take back all of the shitty things he has done in the past, but he can still do good.

apollo thought he was the worst of the gods, all because he felt. all because he felt devasted when his loved ones died. all because even after all of that pain, he still loved. that is who he is at his core. someone who loves.

the reason he couldn't change at the start was because that man was in denial. but if you ignore his, i will admit this as someone who loves toa, kinda annoying narration and read just his actions, he is actively putting himself at risk to save percy, meg, his kids. he even knows the names of connor and travis, even knowing their personalities enough to know that they are pranksters. because that's who he is behind all of the glitter and blinding smiles. someone who cares, but can't show it.

how can i talk about apollo's change without mentioning jason. jason, i think, is the push that caused him to decide to change. "remember what it's like to be human." apollo and jason both sacrificed themselves for the team, only difference is that jason's stuck. this was his push. that apollo, as the god, could've helped. and that's was what he was going to do.

and in ton, we meet the troglodytes. they called him lester-apollo. lester was used as an epihet for apollo. this is mentioned in the toa server if this rings a bell. lester is now a part of his identity. it's so deeply engrained.

he may forget the people's faces, but their impact will never leave them.

apollo will stay changed because he wants to change. he wants to take those steps. that's what sets him apart from the olympians, the ones who live by one saying. "gods can't change." they can, they just don't want to. because that would mean, admitting what they did wrong and feeling guilt. apollo already was doing this, clear from the song that he sang in tho. he just needed a push.

but there is still hope. the nod from athena showing comradery. the idk what to call it with hera. apollo's trials didn't just impact him, it impacted all of olympus. for better or worse.

sure, maybe he will relapse, turn back into the selfish god he was. but why would you want to believe that? it's a story about hope. so have some.

[cobrabobra]

Dating Carl headcanons:

I think the most important part that people often forget about Carl is a teenager, ani insecure one. How could be not be if he literally has a hole in his face?

He surely knows that his skills are exceptional, that he knows how to handle things, that he's brave and pretty fucking cool, but every teenage boy has his insecurities and Carl is no exception.

I could imagine him being anxious after arriving in Alexandria, seeing that there are boys his age, he begins to think that maybe you'd leave him, that he was your boyfriend because he was the only choice.

He constantly tries to show you that he is in fact the best option for you, trying to protect you, provide for you, going on runs alone just to get you something. He's willing to risk his life just to make you see what he'd do for you.

And that brings another problem, Carl risking his life all of the time. Going alone to the woods, going to the Sanctuary, provoking Negan and his people. But I think that's a mix of frustration, being angry at how things are and wanting to change them and the need to show everyone that he's independent and capable of handling himself.

Another one of Carl's insecurities is not being able to express his emotions very well, he's used to bottling everything up until it explodes and he doesn't want to do that to you, but he doesn't know how to do it differently. He's scared to share, scared that you won't care or be troubled by it when you already have a lot of things on your head, he's scared that you'll get scared of him, that he'll push you away if he shares.

He never considered himself as handsome, he always was the pretty boy type, but that didn't bother him if it didn't bother you. Well, it didn't bother him until he got shot, then he wasn't pretty or handsome or anything other than a disgusting, ugly freak. He tried to hide that it bothered him, that he felt you didn't love him anymore, that you were scared of him, or grossed out. Which you probably were, everyone would be, but it quickly became normal, it wasn't gross or scary, it wasn't beautiful, it was normal, it was a part of him.

"Carl, are you here?" you knocked on the bathroom door, he was in there for quite a while and you were worried. "Can I come in?"

"No, please, don't" his voice was weak and shaky, like he was crying.

"Carl, please. At least tell me what's happening" you begged, your heart beating hard in your chest, you were scared, you needed to know what happened.

"It's just- it's my eye" he sighed, trying to calm himself, he didn't want to look weak in front of you. "I'm okay, just don't come in"

"Alright, I won't. Just- you know I love you, right? Nothing will change that" it was a promise, it didn't matter what he'd look like, what he'd become.

Carl never fully accepted his eye, but it became easier to live with it, thanks to you, he understood that this was a part of his body, that it can't be changed and that it didn't change anything between the two of you, that helped a lot.

You helped him a lot, not just with the way he looked at himself, with his emotions, but you saved him countless times, you cared for him, protected him and he wanted to do the same for you. He never was the best with expressing his feelings so that was his way of showing you his love.

You still did the usual couple things, holding hands, kissing, cuddling, fuck, Carl started to panic the second you were beyond his reach. You were his safe place and he needed you all the time.

It's just the talking about his feelings part that was hard for him.

He wasn't the romantic type, he didn't get you flowers or jewelry, but he made breakfast for you when he woke up before you, he made sure to wrap you up in a blanket when you were taking a nap on the couch. He showed his love through doing these little things for you.

He loves spending time with you, baking together, reading together, taking care of judith together, going on walks together, showering together, everything you did, he wanted to be close, to keep an eye on you.

But that doesn't mean he's clingy, he wants to be near, not to sit in your lap and kiss you all the time (he kinda does want to, but he doesn't do it).

If anything happens to you, I pity the fool that tries to stop Carl from being with you. He'll kick and punch, threaten and beg, anything to be there for you when you need him.

And if someone did something to you, don't worry, they're already dead, we all know that Carl's a little psycho and he'll do everything for his family. He tries to be calm and rational but if somebody lays thair hand on you he simply can't control himself, plus it's not like they don't deserve it.

He'd try to be his best self for you, it was because of you that he wanted Negan to live, he lost himself for a while and you pulled him out of it, because of that he believes everyone, well maybe not everyone, most of the people deserve a second chance, people can change.

He knows you're both young, maybe too young for him to even think about it but he can imagine having a family with you. The way you take care of Judith, hold her in you arms, the way you talk to her, kiss her forehead, play with her, he wants that for his own kid.

He wouldn't settle for just any ring, if he proposes, he's doing it right. He searches for not only the prettiest ring but also the coolest looking one.

When it comes to touching, Carl isn't particularly clingy, but he likes to keep a hand on your thigh, squeeze it a little, tease you. I think there's a lot of teasing, he can be cruel sometimes.

But you teasing him? No, that's not happening, not on his watch. He's too impatient for that, too vulnerable in a way.

He likes to kiss you, a lot. Good morning kisses, goodnight kisses, you look so pretty today kisses, all of them.

"Morning" he said, his voice raspy and tired, his eyes still half closed. He hugged you from behind, his chin resting in your shoulder, his hair tickling your neck.

"Morning" you said, smiling a little, he was so cute like this. "I'm making eggs"

"Mhm" he didn't care about some eggs. He took your chin in his hand and made you look at him, he wasn't harsh or anything, his movements were slow and delicate. He placed a sweet kiss in your lips and it has you melting into his arms.

"Breakfast will be ready in a minute" you turned your head, your cheeks were slightly pink, he never failed to make you blush, not even after doing this hunderds of times. "Wash your teeth"

Carl can be rash sometimes, like when he's really excited, horny or after a fight, adrenaline buzzing in his veins, he'd pull you in for a hungry, desperate kiss, his fingers digging into your hips, his crotch pressed against yours, but he's usually delicate with you, unless you want him to be a little rough.

He's a caring lover, tending to your every need, he'd be a loving father and a great leader, but only with you by his side.

Hope you enjoyed and thank you for your kind words under my daryl headcanons.

[billyjoecobra]

JOSEPH JOESTAR CHARACTER ANALYSIS (1)

I never see anyone talk or analyze Joseph very often in the fandom, which is tragic because i believe he's very complex!! So here's some thoughts to chew on, rattle around in your head a bit. It's all under the cut, and it is LONG AS HELL because i have a LOT to say on him!!! Warning though, it's not super properly punctuated as these are discord rambles of mine, but -- enjoy nonetheless!!

i think it's super interesting to note how every time someone puts joseph down, or does something shitty to him, he just doesn't care. not a single bit. he even says it's fine, maybe even deserved sometimes. he assumes people always thinks the worst of him, and yet doesn't really care aside from the one time he dressed in drag and got insulted about it. even then he was just kind of, "man. i looked hot though.." however every time someone even remotely upsets his friends or hurts those who don't deserve it or his family he goes. ABSOLUTELY APESHIT. he will get SO fighty.

he will immediately throw hands and hurt you physically without thinking about it he likes to put assholes in their place sometimes (i.e. the taxi driver, the nazis who insulted him. and any nazi really ) but that is different than really caring about what they say to him. i think he has a very strong moral code, though people tend to see him as quite dubious because of his loud and obnoxious behavior every consequence to his actions, he only worries what others close to him will think and he can easily be driven to a blind rage revenge if you dare to hurt his family in any way. because you DONT fuck with his family. family is the no. 1 thing he cares about

beating up racist cops? he only feels bad because he doesn't want to stress out erina with the thought of bailing him out. told speedwagon is dead? he's upset, but he keeps his cool and throws a punch at the guy for upsetting erina, and worries more about her comfort than his own. guys hijacking a plane and holding him hostage? he couldnt care less if he was the hostage, he only cared enough to stop it because it might risk getting speedwagon hurt. and it goes on

and for the sake of his family he keeps purposefully trying to risk himself to death repeatedly. when fighting kars lets not forget when he shot kars into space and his thoughts were about how he was ok with dying if it meant his family was safe i think . and i said this before this is just me getting my thoughts out way more eloquently with points i've already touched on before. but.

in a non emo way, it's really hit me how he isn't like. beat up about it. about assuming ppl always think the worst of him. he cares way more about others than himself type of guy thats like similar to "they're friendly but after awhile of their support and talking to them you realize to your horror you dont actually know anything about them at all" other than he's like. bold and brash and likes to start fights sometimes oh and lest we forget he also tends to take the death of loved ones so hard to the point that no matter the circumstances true causes he always blames himself.

he always blames himself and gets a bit. ummmmm i wouldn't say suicidal but like way too risky with his life and stops really caring if he'll die. he's just so used to nobody ever understanding him and his "off kilter" tbh neurodivergent way of thinking and living that he. like. he doesn't exactly have great self image beyond thinking he has sexy lips which sounds so silly but it's true and again it's not something he dwells on it's just kind of, A Fact to him. and this isn't even touching on the slew of issues i'm sure speedwagon's constant comparing of him to his dead grandfather must have caused.

It's very evident to me that he has ALWAYS felt like a burden to some degree i think. even when erina and speed havent really treated him as such. This is why I think his dynamic with speedwagon would be pretty strained / already seems as such -- bc. As I said before, he's ALWAYS comparing him to jonathan, even when he was just a kid.

NOW BY ALL MEANS!! I DO NOT THINK speedwagon means any ill will. it's just something that he just keeps.. doing because. well he respected jonathan so much, and it kind of clouds how he sees joseph because -- well, joseph is the SPITTING IMAGE of him. But not intending harm does not mean he hasn't caused any by doing that -- comparison can WRECK you pretty bad. joseph has made it clear that he knows he's nothing like jonathan in any regards except looks and i think it kind of contributes to his overall. tanked self image. and also the fact that he's a reminder of the tragedy of losing his parents ( or so they thought for a while. yk )

he deeply cares for him still, this much is true. he always will. but, it doesn't negate the serious comparison issue, constantly being told "WOW you have an attitude not at ALL like your grandpa, he would have never done x!! how do you look like him while being such an angry kid!!"

..... said without real malice or really bad intention, more out of exasperation. but. those kinds of things stick with kids. yknow? Joseph's always bottled up his emotions and tried to be on his best behavior for erina's sake. hes always a little more open with speedwagon. but .............. BWGHGURUGURGGH!!!!!!! i could go on for hours about it ok. but i shall move on to my next point now.

what sucks about it though is that the fandom tends to gloss over these bit of characterization at every turn. there is a lot of sadness and concerning things surrounding joseph that he just simply SHRUGS OFF about that it's kinda concerning! not that he'd ever really see a problem with it.

the fact that he was prepared to die / did the bet if only to distract them long enough to let caesar and speedwagon get away... you COULD maybe read it as a little bit of self preservation but given how he handles literally all other instances of him possibly dying., and the circumstances of him leading whammuu away being to SAVE those two. I think it yet again falls in line with "who gaf if i die i care if THEY die". then he gets stressed about the time he has left. which i imagine would stress ANYONE honestly. but . part of me thinks that it's also because this means that he has a short time to make sure he can be strong enough to protect everyone he loves and cares for..

that isn't ALL there is, of course. but i feel like with his behavior that is probably a big reason of it. You can summarize it all with one sentence; essentially,

joseph isn't afraid of death, nor dying himself; he's afraid of his loved ones dying.

This fact is extremely present in everything he does and says, but especially so when Caesar's death hits. THAT, however, i will make it's own post on. I have a lot to say on that and how it fucked him up for life. For now, though, I will move on and touch on another topic.

for all the loud opinions joseph seems to also speak none of it is ever really looked into much deeper as anything more than " he's just being joseph again" and he never really elaborates on it either, hence why a lot of people don't know much about him. While he is schrodinger's himbo -- too stupid to be smart, too smart to be stupid -- it's clearly all an act to get people to lower their expectations of him. He doesn't like being taken as a joke though. that he is a hater of for sure so. Joseph hides his true self behind a mask of idiocy and lackadaisical attitude to the point where it's blended into his actual truest self and he can hardly tell what's real and what's the mask. But at the same time, Joseph gets very angry when nobody takes him seriously because of his facade and trying to make everyone lower their expectations of him so he can pull the rug out from under them.

He's so mad when people don't take him serious but then continues to act pretty unserious and it's like. Well if you want them to take you more seriously bro you should stop doing that. Stop lowering others expectations so you can kick their asses or have a general upper hand just in case ( but he won't 💖)

he is a bit of a polarizing character but i hate when fandom reduces him to just "funny goofster" or ""cheater"", or writes him off as annoying with no depth to him. To judge Joseph through a lense of solely good or solely bad is a terrible idea; that man is gray moraled as HELL, he has a strong sense of self justice while also being incredibly underhanded and sneaky. If you dislike him, that's fine -- but don't discount his complexity just cause of that!!! He's not puddle deep, there's a lot of facets to how truly fucked up he is.

yeah. he is goofy, and he's a cheater at many things. but there's a lot to him. HE'S COMPLEX!!!!

[pillarsoflove]

can i request sleep over hcs with any characters? can be platonic or romantic!

hi! yes! sleepovers are so fun 🫶 sorry these are short, I couldn't think of much :(

gn!reader, they/them if any

characters: march 7th, dan heng, sampo, stelle (f!mc), caelus (m!mc)

up for interpretation of platonic or romantic!! fluff 🫶

March!

first off, definitely the type to forget to give you a blanket

but don't worry!! she has a lot of those soft decorative ones, so you aren't short on options, she just forgot

"this is a sleepover! you think you're supposed to sleep??" fr

if you are just friends, she definitely asks about who you're romantically interested in

gossiping about your trailblaze missions!! giggling about some people you met, thoughts on what happened, I'm ngl y'all definitely smack talk people you don't like too

hello!!! dress up?? yes

she doesn't typically like people close to her face, but if you two are close enough to have a sleepover she trusts you enough to allow you near her face! so you can mess with her hair or do her makeup

you both eventually knock out with the lights still on

Dan Heng!

if you have a sleepover you either don't live on the express or it was an accident

in the accident case you probably wanted to spend more time together and ended up falling asleep in his "room" (the archives), or you had a nightmare and being in the same room as him calmed you down

offers you his bed and he'll sleep on a pallet on the floor – it isn't much different from his makeshift bed already – just less padding

if you end up falling asleep after trying to spend more time with him he'll carry you to his bed, not wanting to risk waking you up by carrying you to your room if you live on the express

idc how big you are, he's stronger than he looks, he has hidden muscles similar to swimmers thanks to his weapon!

sampo!

good luck man, I don't think he has a house

just hops from one hotel/motel to the other

so you're either sleeping in your room, or in a hotel room

if you're part of the astral express, the hotel room is probably the better option considering the hate dan heng and March has for him

and the others probably will as well ngl

anyway! he will offer to sleep in the same bed if the room only has one bed as a joke

(platonic only, or romantic but haven't slept in the same bed yet ->) insult is probably what he's expecting, if you want to catch him of guard, accept, it's funny bc wait?? what?? deadass??

if y'all are friends he's trying to explain it was a joke without sounding like a loser 🤧

probably snores

if you wake him up bc he's snoring too loud he's gonna go on about how he needs his beauty rest so excuse you

stelle!

honestly, I think she would enjoy chill nights

like she's everywhere all the time during the day, so calm nights are a nice break, plus she's tired from the day

you two do some small activities, like maybe playing a game, or reading, or just talking, maybe watching a movie

the room lights are dim too! off during a movie :)

I feel like she would have a seal plushie..

won't go to sleep until you say when because she doesn't want to make you feel pressured to sleep at the same time as her

though if you take too long she'll probably nod off in a beanbag

offers you her bed too! let's you sleep with her seal plushie if you want (if you have plushies then let her sleep with one at the next sleepover pleasee)!!

skin care together!! you can use each other's headbands for the night, just for fun :)

caelus!

he also doesn't say when he wants to sleep because he doesn't want you to feel pressured

plus I feel like it's hard for him to get to sleep anyway, so it's not hard for him to stay up

will take an interest in your items if you brought any knick knacks over

like a ring holder, music box, fidget toy, figurine, etc etc

he wants to see what it does and know the story behind it if you have one

honestly, just wants to spend time with you, doesn't care what you do, so it's up to you!

be warned, if you do each other's nails, he's not great at it and will end up getting quite a bit on your skin and the polish on your nails might (will) be a big lumpy

but he does his best! might even try to make a design on it if you ask, though it comes out unrecognizable (he's still happy with it if you are, also, gets happy if he sees you still wearing it a while after!)

once it's time for sleep he'll turn out the lights and plug in his nightlight (apologizes profusely if it bothers you, he can't sleep without it though)

sleeps on a pallet next to the bed while you sleep on the bed

also has a plushie! it's a grey cat

it typically sits on his desk, he only sleeps with it if he's having a particularly hard night, so you can sleep with it if you want

just make sure to put it back on the desk tomorrow though

[youaremyhome]

Pieces of the Night: Supernova

Warnings: Dark!Rafe Cameron x Reader, 18+ NSFW, smut, HEAVY non-con/dub-con, drug use, possessive behavior, blackmail, manipulation, DARK. More to add. Read at your own risk.

Notes: 3.4k words. This might have a few typos in it and ill come back later to fix it but I'm just so excited to post this bc it might be my fav chapter so far!!!

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You sit across Rafe in a diner booth. The menu is planted in front of your face to avoid his, eyes roving across the plastic pages meaninglessly. After your crying fit, he rubbed your tears away and led your speechless form out of the courtyard.  

Now, you were hunched in a cracked leather booth with mascara smudged and eyes puffy.

Originally, you had expected Rafe to take you somewhere unnecessarily nice and expensive. He seemed like the type to flaunt his father’s wealth for praise from others. Maybe he didn’t want to be seen with you. Which suited you just fine because you did not want to be seen with him.

“So, where were you?”

Peeking over the top of the long menu, he’s leaned back, all lazy confidence and smug.

“Where was I for what?” You ask loftily.

“Don’t be cute.” Rafe knocks his knuckles on the table absently, gaze right on you. “Where were you Friday?”

“Oh, the day you demanded I go on a date with you?” Innocently you raise your eyebrows like you just remembered. “I went to the movies with friends.”

Shrugging, you go back to the menu. Heart beginning to pick up pace with anxiety at his reaction to your admission of standing him up. That night, you had asked your roommates for a dinner and movie date, dragging it out as long as possible.

Tension rolls in like fog, condensing on top of your shoulders, his anger a tangible thing and you’re left to wonder what your punishment will be this time. Because while part of this whole thing is a fucked-up power play of blackmail, it’s also equally a punishment for your stunt. An inkling of the lengths Rafe would go to just to get what he wants.

“I was running around this fucking town just for you to be at the movies?”

“Coffee?”

Rafe is interrupted by the young waitress, her polite smile dissolving into a panicky look when he directs his glare at her.

“I’d love some.” Tilting your head up and smiling sweetly, you push the empty mug closer to her.

An awkward beat of silence blankets the air before she’s pouring the hot liquid into your mug and then scurries away. With your lips still curled up from the smell of coffee, it instantly drops when you meet cold blue eyes. Rafe’s jaw ticks and an unreadable emotion crosses his face when his eyes dip down to your now frowning mouth.

You don't have anything else to say to him, so you let the silence stretch. Now that you’re in a public place, you’re more comfortable meeting his gaze head-on, mind cleared from your emotional episode.

“You’re not at all like how I thought you’d be.” Rafe finally says, but he doesn’t sound disappointed about the fact either.

You nod. “Yeah, that generally happens when you make assumptions about people without getting to know them.”

You pour cream and heaps of sugar into the mug, his eyes tracking across your movements.

“Then,” Rafe places his elbows on the table, leaning forward. Eyes intent solely on you. “Let me know you.”

“Pfft.” You blow out. “After all that shit you’ve pulled? No way.” It’s comical to think it would be that easy. To forget the things he’s said and done when he’s still a stranger to you.

“Wasn’t really asking.” Rafe waves his hand.

“See you can’t just say things like that.” You give him an incredulous look, like he should know better.  

He’s quick to ask, “Why not?”

“Because it's disgusting ��”

“Wanting to know you is disgusting?” Rafe scoffs. Shaking his head about to argue back but you beat him to the punch.  

“It's the way you go about it –”

“Would you rather have me beg?” Rafe rumbles, voice gravely and low. “Cause I’ll do it. Get right on my knees for you and beg for every crumb of information you’ll give me.”

That stuns you. Warmth blossoms up between your legs all the way up to your cheeks, hating your body for such a reaction. Looking away, you nervously pick at the leather cushion as you await Rafe’s mocking. It never comes through, his imagination taking over while you sit there all embarrassed and cute. Wondering how loud you’d be with his tongue so deep inside you –

“Y’all ready to order?” The waitress asks out of nowhere, popping Rafe’s little daydream bubble.

You order french toast with bacon and sausage while he gets the cheeseburger, handing the menus back to her as she runs away again. If only you could do that.

“So, you a big breakfast person?” Rafe casually asks, ruining your fantasy of hightailing it out of there.

You are, but you aren’t going to be telling him that. He doesn’t deserve to know an iota about you. All the little things that build you as a person will stay hidden in a vault away from him.

Shrugging, you continue to pick at the leather, exposing more of the soft spongy texture of the filling of the seat. Though you know that you’re stuck here with him, it doesn’t mean you’ll make it easy.

“C’mon, give me something, something.” He drones out. “This is supposed to be a date remember?” His voice is coaxing but a glance up at his face reveals his sneer.

“Do you always blackmail your dates?” You remark, arching your eyebrow at him.

“Just you.” Rafe grins.

“I must be so special.” Rolling your eyes, you send him an obnoxiously fake smile.

“You are.”

His tone turns serious, and you glare back down to the seat. Blue eyes chase your gaze, trying to keep a hold of you.  

He really does need to stop saying that kind of seemingly genuine shit because some tiny part of you lights up like a Christmas tree. And just as quickly as the idea sweeps through, you squash it like a bug. It’s only because no one has ever shown you this kind of passion before and your lizard brain is lapping it up. Thirsty from the barren wasteland of your love life.

The fear is still there, your skin tight from the dried tears but you remind yourself that Rafe is only a college boy. Barely a man. You just need time to figure a way out of this situation.

Eventually, the food arrives but it’s difficult to swallow anything down. With him directly in front of you, Rafe has a front seat of every passing emotion on your face. From the delighted hum of the first bite to how your jaw moves as you chew. You’ve never felt so exposed, so aware of yourself with every movement you make.

You take subtle stock of him as well. How the big burger looks small in his hands, the surprising decorum of his eating, unlike other males. Wordlessly, he hands you a french fry and in exchange, you hand him a strip of bacon. You reason that it's better than talking to him.

Throughout the meal, you start exchanging more pieces of food back and forth. A silent communication that has you slowly but surely relaxing in his presence. There’re moments where it looks like he wants to say something, decides against it and hands you another fry. The quiet is nice, allowing your mind peace from today's events. Allows you to forget who you’re with for bits at a time.

Once your belly is full and the bill is paid, uneasiness creeps back onto your skin like spiders. It’s the longest you’ve gone without talking to him, but Rafe looks content with the quiet too, something you weren’t counting on. You’ve come to realize through your previous interactions that he rambles a bit often, and you’re not sure what to make of this.

Rafe leads the way out of the diner, holding the door open for you, keeping his hands to himself as you walk down the sidewalk. It’s a stark constant to when you first arrived here: with his hand on your back, and threats of being good whispered in your ear. Maybe is he able to –

“What are you doing?” You squeak, unexpectedly being herded down an alleyway. A hand wrapping around your bicep to lure you in deeper.

Rafe says nothing when he shoves your back against the brick wall, blue eyes a thunderstorm of chaos before he’s stealing your breath from your lips. He cranes your neck up with both hands, devouring your lips and then your tongue. The force of it is too great, gasping into it only to be able to breathe better making you inhale the taste of him.

A wet smacking pop sounds when Rafe pulls away, pearly teeth biting his pink lips fill your vision before you’re staring at the other end of the alley.

“Told you I’d get on my knees f’you.”

Rafe Cameron settles on his knees in front of you and all you can do is gape back, dumbfounded. Dirty blond fringes kiss his eyelashes, mirroring your open mouth as his tongue swipes at his bottom teeth. His hands slide up from your knees to your thighs painstakingly slow, gentle as a boyish smile grows.  

“Rafe – not here…please.” Your voice can’t seem to go above a whisper, heart rate doubling in a second.

He ignores you and it’s becoming an obvious trait for him. His knees dig into the gravel uncomfortably but with the warm scent of you being so close, he can’t think of anything else.

Without permeable, he’s burying his face in the soft cotton of your leggings at your crotch, crudely inhaling and licking a stripe up your covered mound. He moans and swears he can almost taste you through the fabric, tongue dampening it as he teases you. Hands groping at your thighs up to your ass, flattening his tongue to cover every inch he can.

With layers between his tongue and your pussy it shouldn’t feel as good as it does. Wiggling his tongue around slowly, like the push and pull of the ocean. The muted feeling of his hot tongue seeping through the material makes a whine crack out of your chest. Again, you protest while your hands flutter down to pat his head, eyes darting around the empty space. A pierce of anxiety hits you and blends with the thrill that is building up between your legs. A familiar unwanted buzz you’ve come to dread and anticipate.   

Your mouth opens again for a protest, but Rafe interrupts, staring up at you with full dark lashes and panting.

“What’s your favorite color?”

The question is so far left field, you don’t understand him until he repeats himself, swiping kisses around your hips as he awaits your answer.

When you do, he pulls on your waistband, tugging your leggings down until they hit midthigh, uncovering and restricting you all at once. Threading your fingers in his blond locks you tug, hoping to pull him upright, to stop this – whatever is happening.

A heavy groan vibrates along your mound and burns down to your clit. Rafe is quick in pressing his face right up to your cunt and kissing it. Like a man starved, his fingers pull at your thong to the side as his tongue slips through your folds, taking one, two moments of exploring and then finding your clit. The tip of his tongue, flicking and prodding as he switches from caresses to sucking.

“Favorite book?”

Your body feels heavy like gravity is pushing you down while your head is floating away from you. Answering his questions scrambles your brain more as he continues his assault of pleasure. His hands encompass your hips, supporting the roll of them along his mouth. Grating your hips up again, the strong bridge of his nose slides and press on your clit as his tongue breaches you for the first time.

It’s a damn struggle to keep your voice down, for your moans not to echo off the brick walls of this deserted alley. Rafe moves his head side to side, working his tongue further into you only making it harder to be quiet. You’ve never fallen into the haze so easily before, any thoughts of your hatred for him shutting off completely. He’s in complete control even in this position, demanding your pleasure and bits of yourself.  

Clenching on his tongue is a different type of sensation you’ve never felt before, soft but hard enough to feel it. Hot and wet with plenty of friction as his nose bullies your clit. You whine in disappointment whenever he pulls it out, asking you meaningless questions. Dragging out this tortured pleasurable hell of yours. Edging you into a lust-induced daze, body preparing for that ultimate high.   

Fingers knead at the fat of your ass and in the back of your mind you’d wish he would slip a couple of those long fingers in you. Your thighs start to twitch as you get closer, pulling his hair harsher causing his attack to increase with vigor. His teeth graze the sensitive flesh of the hood of your clit and you’re squealing with no inhibitions.

“What’s something you’re scared of?”

It’s the first question with real significance behind it. And although you’ve told yourself earlier to lock those pieces of you away, it all comes tumbling out like the spilling of glass. You answer with no hesitation, just honesty.

“You!”

Rafe loses all control he thought he had. He sucks your clit into his mouth, tongue sliding back and forth as the suction deepens. The pressure of his lips is like a vacuum as he works you into a frenzy. He growls back into you, responding to the soft pitiful whimpers you make. Squeezing your ass as he presses his face deeper, your slick covering his chin and dripping down his throat. The front of his teeth grinds at the top of your slit, hips jolting with the strike of lightening of your orgasm, a hoarse cry that you have to bite off.

Hiccups break between your erratic breathing, the rush of your high lasting longer than ever before as Rafe keeps his mouth right there, right in the same spot that’s making you see white specks of stars.

His tongue softens, flat and drinking as much of you as he can. The combination of spit and cum makes everything slippery, soft lips kissing down your slit to your pulsing hole and back up again.

Finally, thinking you might just have to live in this never ever dying bliss with Rafe between your thighs forever, he stands up.  

“So good f’me,” Rafe mumbles. One hand pets your hair while the other reaches down, you think he’ll pull your pants up for you.

Instead, Rafe is undoing his own, taking his rock-hard cock out and you’re shaking your head no before he can do anything.

“Uh-uh, hush.” He chuckles. “Not gonna fuck you…” You watch as he pulls on his cock, tugging with a moan. “Gonna cum with just the taste of you on my tongue.”

You can’t tear your eyes away as he pleasures himself in front of you, the weeping tip brushing along the top of your thong, your forehead resting on his shoulder as you watch. The rough whine of your own name makes ruminates of your high bleed back in, hips thrusting closer to him of their own fruition.

His stroking speeds up as he cums all over you, only stopping once there’s nothing else to wring out. It’s the first time you’ve really gotten a good look at him down there, thick and heavy with an angry red mushroom head. It’s always the assholes that have the best dicks.

Heavy pants begin to synchronize together, both of you staring down at the mess on you. You blink heavily, resting them closed and it's then you get a flash of another time you were covered by him.

Look like an angel with all that white on you.

His words echo in your head, giving you the willpower and common sense to pull away from him. Rafe stumbles back a bit from your shove, your fingers fumbling with your waistband as you quickly pull it up.

“Woah hey, it’s ok. Relax.” Rafe attempts to pacify you, seeing the thoughts whirl behind your eyes. He rights himself up, towering over you as his hands soothe down your arms.

You wiggle uncomfortably, the touch of him scratching at you. “It's not ok! You can’t keep doing this to me!”

Rafe sputters. “What, g-giving you so many orgasms that, that you can’t keep your eyes open?” His grip tightens, bending lower to get in your face. “You sure know how to keep your legs open!”

Your gasp is like the sound of a shotgun firing, silencing the air around you. Rafe’s face softens, loosening his hold as one hand scrubs down his face in regret.

“Look, I didn’t mean that –”

“Yes, you did.” You say strongly.

“Nah, I didn’t.” Rafe points a finger at you, shaking it in your face. “You’re just pissing me off right after we had a great time together.”

You know you can’t fight him physically and now with his blackmail, you don’t know if you can fight him off mentally either. It’s exhausting going from fear to ecstasy to anger, all in a loop every time with him. Maybe you did ruin what could’ve been a nice moment between the two of you, but hasn’t he already ruined the foundation? How could he ever think you can get past what he’s done to you.

He's delusional, is what he is. Speaking to him rationally doesn’t work and each time you fight him, the more extreme he becomes. So, maybe it was time to choose a different route. One that can either break him or break you.  

“You’re…right.” The words are bitter on your tongue, lying straight through your teeth. “I’m sorry.”

Rafe’s surprise is easy to read on his face, an open book you know you’ll have to use to your advantage. An arm slings low around your waist, pulling your bodies tightly together as his other hand cups the back of your neck. Leaning down to press his lips to yours, the kiss is a slow burn of rekindling desire for him and a reluctant duty for you.

You can taste yourself on his lips, your cum slicking up the movement of your mouths. Giving into it is easier than you’d like it to be, the salty tang shared as he swipes his tongue in your mouth. Licking his way against yours, the clench of your thighs is involuntary.  

Pulling back, long fingers slide up to your face, his thumb tapping at the corner of your mouth. Rafe’s gaze zeroed in on your swollen lips.

“Smile for me, angel.”

It might seem like a request, but you know it’s a thinly veiled command. Straining your muscles to trick your lips back into a smile, demurely looking up at him in hopes to end this date already. The tip of his thumb hooks at your smile line, forcibly stretching your lips. He says your name like a curse.

“Pretty little smile makes my dick hard.”

Bruising one more kiss to you, Rafe takes your hand and leads you out the alley. You don’t know where’re going but you don’t question it either. Conscious of the fact you must choose your battles wisely from now on.

Rafe sticks to the subject of you. Asking about your classes, assignments, and various mundane things. You answer as vague as possible, upset with yourself for succumbing to his earlier interrogation.

Walking south of the campus, you don’t recognize much but just an odd sense of familiarity. You don’t often make your way to this side of the town, all the bars, and campus buildings further north. The trees shake their limbs in the winter breeze creating an eerie warning.

“Where’re we going?”

Opting for casual, your voice betrays your nerves. Rafe squeezes your hand and pulls, eliminating the gap you’ve made during the walk.

“Figured we can keep our date going.” Rafe pivots, heading into a building. “Don’t worry, you’ve been here before.”

With dawning horror, you know exactly where you are. The place that started this whole mess. Somewhere you’ve never expected to be again.

You’re back at Rafe’s apartment.  

[beneathsilverstars]

What kind of pet (if at all) does each party member prefer? Either the idea of owning one or actually having one

Siffrin could get attached to anything. You could put an ant in a jar and he would go to the library to look up what ants eat, like yes they eat anything you leave out but what are they supposed to eat how much of what oh stars what if he forgets to feed it maybe he should just let it go but what if it's already too far from home and it would die without its ant family?? But anyway, they'd love any pet, but a snuggly mammal would be best for them. I think a couple rats would be cute... Imagine a rat peaking out of the high neck of his cloak! He could build them little obstacle courses and teach them little tricks! Or they could have a cat that sits on their chest at night and purrs, or a dog that licks their face their morning... But they wouldn't get any pet until they had a home to share with it.

Mirabelle gets a bunny!! I just think she would like them. Afaik they're a lot of work, but not like too hard as long as you're willing to do that work..? And she's a very hard worker!! She definitely wouldn't commit unless she can commit, though, and rabbits need a lot of space and a lot of rabbit-proofed space, so it depends what her life is like... but let's say she had a bunny as a kid! Her parents did most of the taking care of it though, because everyone knows that when a young child asks for a pet they don't actually understand the work involved, so you can't expect them to do it reliably. Better to just do it all themselves in the first place than risk Mirabelle forgetting something important! Someday Mira will feel confident enough in herself to get her own pet as an adult...

Isabeau is obviously a dog guy, he gives off friendly dog energy on purpose, and he would love the excuse/company to go on a morning run and throw a frisbee at the park. I think either his family always had at least two dogs at a time, or someone was allergic so no dogs allowed and it made him sooo sad. Hm.. Let's go with, yes dogs, but Isabeau wasn't allowed to get one personally because there was already enough of them in the house, but he really loved an older sibling's dog, but then they moved out and took that dog with them, and then he wasn't even allowed to get a dog then because a younger sibling got priority bc she's younger and you're so old now Isabeau, don't be jealous, your sister has been begging for a dog for months and months, well yes I believe you that you asked for one three years ago but how was I supposed to remember that? And then he was busy with defender training, and working odd shifts, and his place in the city was kind of cramped... But! Someday! He will get his dog!!

Odile is definitely a cat person. Cats are perfect for having a little company when you don't want actual company! I don't know if she loves them enough to actually get one – litter boxes are a pain – but if she was gonna get a pet it would 95% sure be a cat. (The other 5% chance is a reptile.) Maybe she assumed she would get one after she came back to Ka Bue, done with her traveling and no family left. But now she has a whole new family! Probably still wouldn't say no to a cat if one came into her life, though.

Bonnie wants a wolf, except you can't do that, so a husky would be good enough they guess. Or maybe a snake!!! Or a hissing cockroach. Or a big old fluffy cat, or like ten hamsters, or a turtle. A turtle would be awesome. But maybe not as awesome as a parrot that they can teach to say rude words. Or a monkey, sometimes people have monkeys as pets, right? Or fish, a whole bunch of them! Nille is not super thrilled at the idea of having another creature to take care of, but would probably eventually allow a dog or a turtle or maybe a couple chickens.

Loop leans a little more towards dogs I think, as opposed to Siffrin who leans a little more towards cats. Assuming a post-canon scenario where Loop is wandering on their own, I think it would be nice if they found a lonely stray dog to wander with them!

[pechadream]

Photo dump from my NYC trip! (AOT edition,,,) ((reijean edition as well))

FIRST MUSICAL I EVER SAW LIVE AND IT WAS SO GOOD <3<3<3333 (also extra fun BECAUSE I GOT TO WATCH IT WITH @ashleycakegamin ILYSM I MISS YOUUU <3<3)

I might go into a whole other post talking more in depth about it later on BUT WOW OH MY GOD I LOVED IT SO MUCHH EVERYONE WAS SO AMAZING THE CAST WAS AWESOME THE SONGS WERE SO GOOD AHHH I LOVED ITT <3<3 10/10 rare splurge-

also background characters got roles in the musical, which I don't know how other people felt about it (considering how they got parts in the musical instead of like RBA for example-) BUT I FOR ONE LOVED THAT LOVED THAT- BECAUSE I LOVEEE EXPANDING MORE ON BACKGROUND CHARACTERS, THEY'RE EVERYTHING TO MEE

(nack, mina, thomas, milieus, hanna, and franz my beloved)

also there were a suprising amount of kids,,, like,,, under the age of ten,,,,?? they weren't loud (from what I could tell, wasn't seated near them-) so I didn't really care since they had manners and all that, but WOW I was not expecting to see kids at the AOT musical LMAO

they didn't wanna cuddle, maybe they had an argument or something (they kept sliding around and I couldn't get a good picture)

DAY TWO ↓

I pretty much spent most of the day with Ashley, and was on a call with Mr. Foot ( @480pfootage ) so the three of us could talk n whatnot, so I didn't take many pictures-

Plus there was also wanting to actually enjoy my time and not focus on taking pictures (because I totally would forget to actually enjoy my time,,,)

Ate some food in Chinatown <3<3 (had to use a fork at first because my hands were shaking a lot because I was kinda in a bit of pain,,, Did manage to use chopsticks later on though, I'm making my chinese side proud)

Took them to see lady liberty <3

I don't know why Reiner looks slightly green here, I guess he gets seasick or something

DAY THREE ↓

(not really a whole day, just me going home)

Reiner is so pale he looks sick for both flying and out on the water

Individual photos <3

BAM CONNIE JUMPSCARE

if it looks like I'm gripping onto reiner and jean tightly, that's because I am,,, I get really worried over accidentally losing something, I'm already really forgetful as is,,, plus those chains have broken on me before and I don't wanna risk that either-

that's also another reason why there's not that many photos-

Ahhh this post is pretty long now, I also wanted to show off the merch I got but I'll make that a separate post,,, I guess reijean (and connie) can have this win to themselves this time, they actually got a whole post for themselves

i can't wait to draw jean later

(maybe if I travel around more I'll take more pictures of reijean, maybe make it their own lil series-)

[gabriel-xander]

Don't Forget

[Sans x Female!Reader]

25: Tickle His Jiggling Bone

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Putting the last item on the shelf, you sigh in satisfaction while folding up the cardboard box. You’re not often the one who has to stock up the shelves, but Pollux, your boss(?), seemed really down and slumpy today, so you took it upon yourself to help him out.

You didn’t know this about him, but his body is, apparently, not very solid and corporeal. He can morph his body to whatever shape he wants, which explains his humanoid features first since he has seen them in human storybooks.

As of right now, his clothes had piled onto the floor while his body was a black blob on the counter. He would manifest a little baby hand to scan the customer's items, bag them, and take their gold. His face was just 2 white dots for eyes that occasionally blinked so cutely.

Yeah, you don’t know. He seems a little sad. You want to ask him what’s wrong, but it’s been surprisingly busy so you haven’t had the time.

You stack the folded cardboard boxes behind the aisle flush against the wall, taking a mental note to throw those out later. There’s a chime at the door, signaling another customer coming in. You look to see who it is, smiling because she’s actually a regular here.

It was one of the bunny monsters named Callimare (no, not the same bunnies from Snowdin), she was really sweet and giggly, and you two became fast friends. She is a white bunny who dresses very femininely and is the embodiment of “girl,” you don’t know how else to describe her. Her name also sounds familiar to something else, but you can’t quite put your finger on it. She’s so little, even by monster standards, barely reaching up to your waist.

[And that is saying something, considering how short YOU are. / Though you are rather tall, it doesn’t help her out when every other monster is taller than her still. / You think you’re pretty average in height, but it still doesn’t help out the poor bunny monster in comparison.]

Callimare smiles widely and bounces towards you, smelling of pleasant vanilla flowers and sugar.

Ugh, what a cutie.

“Oh, good afternoon, [Y/n],” She greets softly, making you feel loved, “I see Mr. Geminorum is feeling down again. What happened this time?”

…Geminorum? Like Gemini? Like the Gemini constellation? Ahh, Undertale is so clever with naming.

“This is normal behavior for him, then?” You ask her, peeking a glance at the blob.

“Hmm, I suppose it is. His grandmama must’ve given him an earful again, that’s usually what gets him so down,” Callimare gestures for you to bend over so she can whisper closely, “You didn’t hear it from me, but she is the super strict type! Even though the store has been better under Mr. Geminorum’s care, she treats him badly because she still sees the store like it’s her territory…!”

Oh dang. You were under the impression that the old lady who ran the place was a sweet lady since Red Bird gave you a good impression of her. Maybe it’s only towards Pollux? if so, then that’s just sad. That man is so sweet and kind, always being considerate of your feelings and the customers. He’s gotten the hint already that you weren’t interested in him in that way, and he started treating you more normally and happily accepted your friendship.

The customers, new or regular, always treat him kindly too because of how nice Pollux is. To think he gets mistreated by his own family is sad and makes you bitter. You’re lucky that you were able to distance yourself from a toxic family when you were on the surface, but you know it’s not that easy for everyone else.

You frown while looking at the blob that is Pollux, “Poor guy… Maybe we should take him out somewhere after our shift to cheer him up…”

Callimare beams with a smile, “Yes, that’s a wonderful idea! Maybe we can hit uptown Snowdin and go to Grillby’s!”

Oh, boy. It’s not like you want to risk going anywhere else, so you’ll just deal with it. It IS Monday too, so there won’t be a lot of people there… hopefully.

“Yeah, that sounds great. And hey,” You grin mischievously and poke her forehead, “We should invite Snowmill, too. You guys can totally bond and get closer.”

Madly, magically, the bunny blushed pink and it showed through her white fur. Her paws hide her face as she shakes her head.

“H-He and I… He and I are just… friends…”

You deadpan, “Girl, be so fucking for real.”

“So blunt…!”

“You two are so clearly into each other, and from what I know, it’s mutual and really healthy,” You raise an eyebrow, “I don’t understand why you’re wasting time pretending it’s not real.”

She pouts slightly and lowers her hands, fiddling with her pink dress, “Well… it’s… scary. What if we’re better as friends than we would be as a couple? You’ve heard of that, yes? People who are great as friends, but terrible as partners for each other.”

You do understand that, actually. You can’t say you’ve personally experienced it, but you can still understand what she means. You’ve had a few friends before who were great friends, but were a terrible friend to you.

In another case, your adoptive mother.

She was a great friend to you but was a terrible mother.

But… You wouldn’t give up the experience of knowing her for the world. Maybe you would’ve been better for it, but it also taught you a lot, good and bad.

“I get that. I really do. I just…” You shake your head, patting her head, “Are you more content to just staying friends never knowing if it would’ve been worth it? Even if–IF it doesn’t turn out great in the end, does it mean it’s not worth it at all?”

Callimare looks down at her feet, thinking over what you said with reverence. Fortunately (or unfortunately) for her, the bell chimes again with a new customer coming in. You don’t even have to check who it is to know. If Callimare is here, then so is the second regular.

A dog-type monster with red and grey coloring walks in like he owns the place. He was the embodiment of a skater boy, which you think is perfect for the fact that Callimare is so ballerina-coded. This cliche shit just writes itself, you swear. He was really quiet, but not with Callimare. You think in another life, they would’ve been so Mitsuri and Obanai coded, you love them so much. They’re so obviously in love.

You move away when the dog monster makes his way towards the bunny monster, keeping your senses keen to listen in to their conversations. You walk to the counter and stand in front of Pollux.

Poor baby,

You lean over and cross your arms on the counter, resting your cheek against your arms as you smile at the smokey blob.

“Hey there, champ,” You grin, “How’re you feeling?”

“Mmh…”

“Yeah, I know. You free after we close? Callimare and I are planning to go to Grillby’s to hang out,” You look back at her and her boy toy, “She might invite Snowmill, too. You up for it?”

His little dot eyes blink up at you. He’s speaking without a visible mouth, but you’ve gotten used to magic being the explanation for everything.

“That’s so nice of you… Wish I could, but I have to do inventory tonight,” He sighs, his blob form slumping even further, “Sorry… Wish I-”

“-Don’t apologize, Pollux. We can always go tomorrow, or another day, right? We don’t have to hang out only on my workdays,” You huff with irritation, “If Marcine was here, we wouldn’t have to worry so much about inventory. You weren’t kidding when you said she wasn’t reliable.”

He chuckles softly, “Yeah, I think she’s avoiding you.”

Dang.

“Oh, well. I don’t really care. You’re great enough, you know?”

His weird blush shows up again, “Wednesday… We can all hang out on Wednesday, right?”

You nod eagerly, “Yeah, Wednesday! it’s my day off, so it’ll be perfect.”

“Hey… Can you turn around for a sec?”

You raise an eyebrow, doing as he says, “Uh… sure?”

In doing so, you get a good view of Snowmill talking with Callimare. Her fluffy cheeks were dark red as she nervously played with the hem of her dress. Snowmill is like a nonchalant dreadhead or something because he has a stone-cold expression. Though his hands were behind his back, they were slightly shaking so maybe he was just as nervous as her.

How cute, you want that for you.

Pollux clears his throat, signaling you to turn around. Lo and behold, your precious Pollux was back to his humanoid form, fitting properly into his clothes with that awkward smile on his face.

“Sor–Erm, I know I wasn’t myself just now, but I’m-I’m good now.” He clears his throat and jerks his head towards Callimare and Snowmill, “Those two will be a while like always, so we can clean up a little.”

“Thanks, boss!”

His blush ten-folds, “You don’t have to keep calling me that…!”

────

Since Pollux was doing inventory tonight, you didn’t have to help close for tonight. To your surprise, Sans was waiting for you right outside, leaning by a tree nearby with his eyes closed. You wonder if he’s actually catching a few Z’s or if he’s only resting his eyes.

You clear your throat, your second suspicious being correct since he doesn’t look surprised at your arrival. He pushes himself off the tree and winks.

“you look like you’re in a good mood,” He comments in a soft tone.

You shrug your shoulders, “I guess I am. I finally got plans with my work friends, so now you can’t call me a loner anymore, bone boy.”

“wow, that is cause for a celebration. but also so sad for me,” Sans puts a hand to his forehead like he’s a Victorian man who just caught sight of a maiden’s ankle, “now i’m the loner, we can’t be loners together anymore.”

You roll your eyes, “Anywayyy, you never come here after I get off work, is everything okay? Did something happen?”

The skeleton puts his hands in his pockets, shifting his weight to one leg, “and here i was trying to keep it light and casual.”

“Much appreciated, but you should know by now that I’m a little smarter than that,” You try to soften your expression despite your growing anxiety, “Come on, Sans. We can be honest with each other, right? You can tell me what’s wrong.”

He nods, suddenly his smile strained and anxious. Sans has always been smiling around you, though sometimes it’s less forced, and sometimes it’s barely there, but it never goes away. It makes it hard to discern his expression (especially because he’s not a fucking cartoon skeleton, it still freaks you out) or read him properly, but his strange eye sockets give him away each time.

“Hey, if you’re not ready to tell me-”

“-no, no that’s not it…” He sighs heavily, though you can’t see his breath in the cold for obvious reasons, “there’s something i needa show you, it’s related to my old man. you haven’t had any other dreams about him, right?”

Wait, does he mean Gaster? So he found some other lead about him? You know Sans told you he’d look into it, but you didn’t think he’d find something so soon.

“No, I haven’t had any other dreams about him, none that I remember anyway,” You’re a little nervous and excited if you’re honest, “You need to show me something then? Lead the way, Sans.”

“right, well… it’s in my workshop, so let’s get going.”

HIS WORKSHIP?? THE WORKSHOP?! Oh fuck, so it’s serious serious?!

“Are we not gonna take a shortcut?”

“uhh, nah, i–wanna stall as long as possible.”

…Yeah, okay, fair enough.

“Wanna hear about my day, then?” You ask him, “Callimare and Snowmill were flirting again today, but you won’t believe what happened to poor Pollux.”

“isn’t that the guy who likes you?”

“I think he’s gotten over his crush by now, bone boy. But yes, that’s who I’m talking about. You know that twink form he has going on? Apparently, it’s not even his real form! He can manipulate it to whatever he wants!”

You’re so good at talking about nothing for a long time, it’s a great talent you had to learn to be perceived as normal by society. You want to think you helped calm the atmosphere with your yapping as you two made it back to uptown Snowdin. It’s not that late when you get off work, though it doesn’t matter since you can’t tell time due to it always looking bright outside.

Still, the monsters can tell a lot better than you, you suppose that’s why there aren’t many out and about. It IS a Monday, after all, hating Mondays is still a universal thing even in the Underground.

“Should we have dinner first so Papyrus isn’t staring out of his window longingly, wondering when his family will return from the war?” You ask as you two near his house.

“that’s an oddly specific scenario, but yeah, good idea. what i have to tell you… we’re gonna both need time to process.” He answers ominously because he understands nothing about keeping it chill all of a sudden.

“You’re so emo.”

“hey.”

“But fine, we can wait until after dinner. What is your brother making tonight?”

“uhh… i think he called it a spaghetti taco?”

No fucking way…

————

You get dressed into something more comfortable by the time Sans has put Papyrus to bed. You’re starting to see a trend here with doing important things after Papyrus’ bedtime. You feel a little bad about it, you don’t want to treat him like he’s actually an incompetent child. That’s one of the things you never liked Sans doing in the game, you don’t want to start making it a habit too.

“hey,” Sans, the man of the hour, appears suddenly at the bottom of the staircase, “you ready?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be. Does your brother know we’re stepping out?”

“no, but it’s not important if he does. ‘sides, my workshop is right around the corner.”

You squint at him. You know what he did. “Why do I feel like you’re setting me up for a pun again?”

“hehe, why don’t you come with me and see?”

Suspicious ass laugh–the fuck he think he is?

You follow after Sans, letting him lead you even though you know where the workshop is. You close the door quietly behind yourself, following him to behind the house. You made sure to sigh heavily to let Sans know you were not amused with his pre-emptive pun from earlier.

The door looked worn out and lightly covered in snow. There’s a recent track in the snow of the door being opened, and the doorknob was clean, too. To your surprise, Sans doesn’t pull out a key to unlock it, probably because he knew you two would be back here soon anyway. He opens the door for you and gestures for you to go in first, so you do.

The light is dim when you go in, it was pretty clean and tidy- more than you were expecting anyway. The blueprints were still on that counter, as well as the large, purple blanket draped over that suspicious structure.

You could be wrong, but you don’t remember being two beanbags in this room. They’re close to the broken machine, sitting across from each other. Could it be that Sans added them? Either way, you take a seat on the dark blue one because the other one is bright pink and you think it’ll be funny to see Sans sit in it.

Speaking of, he closes the door behind himself and locks it, making you nervous. You wait for him to sit down, the pink beanbag being on the side of the room close to the counter with blueprints. Though, he gets something from one of the drawers before he sits. Looks like a notebook-

“so…” He sinks into the beanbag, “how’s the weather?”

…Heh?

“I mean, it’s alright. Same as usual, I think,” You smile, “Uhm, does small talk help you calm down?”

“no, not really. but… throw me a bone here, this is not… this isn’t the easiest thing to talk about, y’know?” Sans answers, looking at the covered machine, “i don’t even know where to start…”

You sit up the best you can, “You said earlier that it was about Gaster, so we can start from there?”

“that’s–probably one of the last things we should talk about. i’ll just…  i guess i’ll just say it.”

Sans takes a deep breath and sits up as best as he can as well. He sets the notebook down on his lap and clasps his gloved hands on top of it. His smile is barely there as he’s struggling to maintain his facade.

Then, he pops the question.

“have you ever heard of alternate universes and timelines?”

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[amber-jinx]

With all the chaos going on with you, I’m sending you all my love and support ❤️ I apologize for not being around as much due to personal issues outside of social media, but I think I’m back for now!

Question: what do you think made Rachel intrigued with Chloe and observe her so much? And how long do you think she was watching Chloe before they started talking?

Aw thank you so much! Please don't apologise for that, everyone should have the freedom of choosing where they spend their time :) Sending back love & support as well, hopefully things turn out well at your end 💛

Also once again, hella great questions!!

The 1st question reminds me of this Rachel pov fic that I've been translating, it says:

"At first it was mere curiosity.

Most people put on their good side with purpose, but Chloe does just the opposite; She disguises herself with a bad side, opposing and mocking everything; She puts on a pissed-off expression, as if a smile would make her face rot, when actually she’s purer and kinder than anyone else, plus her personality is more interesting than I had imagined."

I think initially Rachel kinda believed Chloe to be what people speak of her. As principal Well's assistant, perhaps she also knew Chloe's on a scholarship, and that she's failing her subjects and on Well's list of high-risk students. She must've wondered,

"Why would someone on the prestigious Blackwell scholarship be so.. bad ? What happened to her?" (how come she's such a lone wolf now, people said she didn't use to be like this)

We also know Rachel secretly has a side that wants to pursue things that are off-limit/wild/dangerous, and Chloe being the one that stood out to her in this way, quickly became her subject of interest, so she kept and eye out for Chloe from a distance.

"Hey, I notice things! I can't help it." -- it's automatic at that point of her noticing Chloe

Later on, Rachel, by whatever means (like seeing the photo of Bongo the cat in Chloe's locker", started to realise that the notorious Chloe Price might not be who she really is at all. And so with a natural tendency to want to understand & read people, she's intrigued to find out more.

Ofc let's not forget, Chloe's hella good looking to Rachel. Lmao Rachel you stared at those legs a tad too long buddy.

While there's no telling how long exactly she's watched Chloe, there are some clues.

"Really? I see you acting like you're tough all the time in school." -- to Chloe, who claimed to not be an actor.

"That doesn't sound like Chloe Price" (park) - at that point in time (frustrated & on impulse) she's still wanting to think of Chloe as this bad girl to do rebellious/prohibited things with, even though she knows that's just on the surface (but she didn't care at that point)

Rachel's still a "newcomer" to Blackwell, despite being on the school photo. Perhaps she moved to Arcadia like a year ago or less, and had spent a school term along with Chloe already, given her established popularity & recognition from the school itself.

So I don't know, maybe she's been watching Chloe within the time range of two/three weeks to a month and a half?

And as we know, later she saw Chloe also at the Firewalk show, & realised they have similar interests & music taste!

Ah, a picture with crush! Look at how happy Rachel looks in that selfie 😸 & it's not here but notice how when Chloe first bumped into Rachel the latter was like, lemme take a good look at you Chloe Price, then stared at her face for 2 seconds.

Rachel: time to make a move to find how who she really is.

I find it cute that it's also kinda the same for Chloe, who realised that Rachel's more than the surface-level "pop girl with good grades".

So yeah, I sort of rushed through this post a lil bit in the midst of finals/crunch time, but I hope it still answers your question! Til next time, xo.

[anamateurhumanbeing]

Finished Act 1 of Arcane's second season. It was alright. Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed it, but It definitely felt weaker than any of season 1's acts. But it was still overall good, and there's definitely a lot of interesting setup that has me excited for the rest of the season.

Spoiler-filled ramble below.

Caitlyn is becoming a full on villain. Using the vent systems designed by her mother to help the people of Zaun, as a weapon against them in order to avenge her, cold. And then there's the scene where she attempts to shoot Jinx despite Vi and Isha being in the way. Sure she wasn't trying to hurt either of them, but the fact is she still took that risk. And of course the ending, with her becoming the general under Ambessa's thumb. I love all of it. I thought Caitlyn was a pretty good character in Season 1, but her villain arc is far more interesting than anything she did last season, and the best part of this one. I hope she gets worse.

Ambessa's a pretty good character too. I called her staging the attack on the memorial, and I do love how ruthless she is but I am glad there is some nuance to her, as she clearly does miss her son and care for Mel. I can't wait to see more of her with Caitlyn.

What they're doing with Jinx is interesting. I like that she and Sevika have become allies, finding common ground after Silco's death. Her becoming a more heroic figure to the people of Zaun is a pretty interesting direction to take her after last season was more about her becoming a villain, especially as a parallel to Caitlyn becoming darker in her pursuit of Jinx. I need to see them have a 1 v 1 fight. I must confess though, I do not care much for the kid, and I think her jumping inbetween Vi and Jinx during their otherwise really great fight did not feel earned because of how little Jinx and Isha actually bonded. I am looking forward to seeing more though, and I hope Jinx is simultaneously a better and worse role-model than Silco. Oh yeah, the Silco water scene was beautiful.

All the stuff about Jayce, Ekko, Heimerdinger, Mel, and Viktor was all neat, but all of that was more setup, so I don't have many strong feelings on any of them. Nothing bad, but nothing great so far either. It was fun seeing Jayce and Ekko interact though.

And then there's Vi. This is where the act lost me. Going in I was already wondering how they were going to make Vi becoming an enforcer feel natural. The answer? They didn't! Vi changing her mind and becoming an enforcer felt like it happened way to soon. But I would have been fine with it if it was just Vi becoming an enforcer, it's her going along with Caitlyn's plan to literally gas the lanes that I cannot buy. I said I like Caitlyn going down that path, but Vi following her down it really doesn't make sense. Perhaps it would have made more sense if we actually saw how Vi felt about becoming an enforcer and attacking her home, but despite showing Vi's turmoil before becoming an enforcer, they forget to show her turmoil after becoming an enforcer.

I thought her relationship with Jinx was good. I was a little iffy on how easily she was ready to say she had no sister at first, but as the act progressed, it felt more like she was trying to convince herself more than she was trying to convince Jinx or Caitlyn. Speaking of Vi and Caitlyn, will I get crucified if I say I don't like how CaitVi was handled? And I thought Vi becoming an enforcer was rushed, it felt like they just brushed by an entire seasons worth of development and drama with their relationship. I didn't really care about them falling out, because they literally became a couple at the start of the same episode. It is a real shame, because Vi was one of my favourite characters last season. While I certainly think they can still get Vi's character back on track, I am not sure how they'll make Caitlyn and Vi get back together, or if I even still want that.

Aside from maybe a few clumsy lines of dialogue, Vi really was the only weak link in the act, everything else was great. The music, the animation, the art, the fights, all just as good as Season 1, cannot wait for next week to get more.

[pikz3l]

https://www.bloomberg.com/graphics/2024-opinion-biden-harris-accomplishment-data/

"In the race between Vice President Kamala Harris and former President Donald Trump, the polls are tight and their policy plans are underwhelming. But there is another way to compare their ability to do the job that gets far too little attention: Both candidates have a record to run on — and the data tell their own story."

Even though it's past election day, it's still a good thing to inform people what has been happening. Even as I talked with some folks the day after, I realized pretty quickly that there's a lot of people who don't know what's going on in the country when it comes to the topics that people like to blow up about. Also, DO NOT FORGET that the president is the figurehead, it's all the people they employ that do all the work. If you voted at all, you were voting for a staff of people, not just one person.

I just want to highlight a few graphs.

Btwn year 2-3 of Trump, it was already increasing, that's right before COVID became a thing. Trump's approach to life is emboldening violence.

Again, Trump didn't do anything spectacular besides being on par with most other presidencies, until the administration truly failed. Biden's administration blew the past 3 presidents out of the water. And yet people are still crying over the economy.

Speaking of economy, the article highlights there were proposals to try to reign in price gouging. Some folks might be familiar with the concept of rent control and the like. It was disappointing that these things were not enabled. But for conservatives, it's something they don't want to hear because they don't want to let the government manage business but cry out why the government is not managing business.

I'm just going to copy/paste what the article has for this one:

Presidents love to take credit for a booming market and disavow a sagging one. The truth is they have little to do with either.

Still, some policies are better for asset prices than others, even if it’s difficult to quantify how much. Trump wants to extend the 2017 tax cuts and lower corporate taxes, which could boost spending and corporate earnings, pushing stocks higher. On the flipside, his proposed tariffs could hurt companies, particularly if US multinationals face retaliatory levies.

Harris wants to raise corporate taxes and steer that money to workers and families as tax credits and support for first-time homebuyers. Companies would presumably be worse off from higher taxes, although putting money in consumers’ pockets is generally good for business. The risk for fixed income is clearer: Both Harris and Trump’s proposals are likely to result in higher deficits and debt, which could stoke inflation and force the Fed to raise rates, giving bonds a whacking.

Most likely, though, what drives markets will have little to do with these plans.

The day after the election, of course I heard from the mouths that don't care that the stock was booming. That's because stocks are speculation and really just operate off perception. The people who are in dire need of funds don't have stocks. Those are the people who will get no benefit from increased stocks and yet they see it and think it's great when it only serves a few.

Don't forget, taxes fund the functioning of government. It's absolutely needed. Do you want taxes to come from you or from big corporations?

Honestly, no administration is perfect. But after this abysmal election, I'm not going to shut up about being informed of what's really going on. The truth of how this country is performing and making sure that people are asking the right questions. I already have some questions out of this report, such as what's going on at the state level? The federal level can only do so much. As an example, taxes at the state and city levels can help mitigate and perform better for their own community.

And if we work to better our own communities, maybe that can help funnel up.

[woso-dreamzzz]

Also to mention for that anon thinking it’s an extreme thing to take Bambi, what do you think would have happened had alba not picked Bambi up from school? They would have called social services. Like how can a parent not only forget their child at school but then not notice or care where they are all night. Alexia assumes alba is drunk at her house and doesn’t even consider hey where is my other child. She completely removed her from her mind and couldn’t have possibly thought oh maybe my DAUGHTER is with her aunt but nope Alba must be drunk and here to sober up. It would be different if she saw alba saw her upset and went oh shit I forgot I’m so sorry but she didn’t she didn’t even think of her. Which confirms to alba that this has to be going on for a while cause you don’t just forget your kid like that once. Also adds the questions of is Bambi being physically cared for PROPERLY like sure she’s getting basic needs met but is she eating enough, is she getting help to bath, are they making sure her teeth are brushed or she’s sleeping well. All questions that are for sure running through albas mind at that point. And all things nursery would have picked up on quicker had she been attending regularly. Which is also kind of negligent at that age nursery is so good for kids to get interaction with kids their own age and to jump start learning but keeping her from that for their convenience is also neglectful. Sorry this is so long just reading what you shared woke up so much in my own mind about this.

Don't apologise.

All of this is so perfect ❤️

If the nursery hadn't been able to get into contact with Alba then child services would definitely have gotten involved and Bambi would have definitely been removed from Alexia's care officially and with official services like that, there's always a chance that she would never actually get Bambi back

Another thing I really liked that you picked up was Alexia's reaction to Alba. She thought she was drunk. You're right, there was no thought of Bambi whatsoever and it's definitely one of those things that just solidifies Alba's need to get Bambi out of there.

You're so right on the physical neglect thing too. Alba has no way of knowing if this is purely emotional or if it's gone into physical aspects like Bambi's food intake or her hygiene. I mentioned it in my post earlier but failure to thrive is actually one of the massive risks of emotional neglect for a number of reasons. The first one, of course, is what was said above about Bambi potentially not being able to eat well but depression can also lead to Bambi not wanting to eat.

Failure to thrive is a massive risk and one that not a lot of people actually think about when discussing emotional neglect and while Alba may not know the official term, these kinds of things definitely run through her mind about Bambi staying at home.

The nursery thing is so true too. A lot of parents that can afford for someone to stay home often see nursery as unneeded or a waste of money but it's actually so key in development.

I think I read a study once about how kids who went to nursery find it easier to form positive relationships with their peers by the time they go to school than those who stayed home. I think that was the gist of it but it was definitely something about nursey educated kids having a bit more of a social advantage than those that didn't.

Bambi is already painfully shy. She's a little sweetheart and nursery could actually be super beneficial for her but she rarely attends and the one time she actually does, she gets forgotten about. It's very easy for kids to make associations between places and the events that take places in them. For Bambi it's:

Nursery = being forgotten = waiting for hours = sad and depressed

Everything you wrote is just so perfect and it gave me another opportunity to blab about child development again ❤️

[thursdayinspace]

Hi! :)

What are your top 10 MSR moments?

A comment you made yesterday made me curious.

oh man, how to choose? I don't know if I even can name a top 10. i did something similar a little while ago but it changes all the time and also I might be forgetting some . . . let's see. these are not in order. they're just all favorites. and I'm going to go with only moments where both are actually present.

the amor fati "my constant, my touchstone" speech + the forehead kiss. it is such a declaration of love. telling her, basically, that she's The One. no matter what happens. so many moments summarized in those few words: "you saved me," "my one in five billion," "now I can only trust you," etc.

the hallway speech in ftf. I mean. he tells her she's the most important person in his life. just . . . yeah. excuse me while I die a little from feelings.

I'm just going to cheat and roll all the kisses into one moment -- I could write a separate post about each one.

the baseball scene, I mean, come on, the two of them just having fun together, laughing, being cute?

combining two irresistible moments into one: when she tells him she wants to go back to washington to work from there, and he lets her walk away with her dignity intact by telling her that hey, more experienced agents have fallen apart on cases like this, and if she needs to talk he's there, but yeah, working from washington is actually a really good idea, she should do that! and then after they find her, she can let herself fall apart in front of him because he's already shown that he respects her. he offered himself as a safe place already and respected it when she wanted to handle things her own way. that episode is so pivotal to the development of their partnership and friendship.

in anasazi, when he thanks her for taking care of him. he sounds like he doesn't quite know how to say it, but it's important to him. he's not used to being taken care of like that, he's not used to being loved quite like that. what she does is pretty insane, shooting him in the shoulder and taking him on that crazily long drive afterwards while he's unconscious. she risks so much for him, with no ulterior motive.

"i wouldn't put myself on the line for anyone but you." when has he ever been that important to anyone? kind of goes with the moment above. he's not respected by his peers. people call him spooky. they laugh at his work and his beliefs. and here is this smart woman who could have a brilliant career, but she's willing to risk it all to work with him. and she doesn't even believe his theories. she just respects him, and *likes* him. she wants to be by his side. and he wants her around so much. how does that have to feel, to hear that not only is he respected, he's *wanted*?

"maybe i did want to be out there with you" from htgsc. after being told by the ghost that most people would rather stick their fingers in a wall socket than spend a minute with him. and here she is telling him that it's not true. she chooses him. she wants to spend time with him.

the two of them in plus one cuddled up on that bed/couch in the middle of the night. he's holding her and she's asking questions, testing the water, not sure where they stand anymore. she is still so afraid but she loves him. and he doesn't push. he is just *there*. he makes it so very clear that he will always be there. i have a lot of feelings about the quiet, patient way mulder loves in the revival. he will be what she needs, he just wants to be there for her and wants to be allowed to make her happy.

in detour, "i don't want to wrestle" and their whole conversation where they jump from funny to serious to funny just like that, just two good friends having a conversation. his head in her lap is cute and all, but i love the way they just *are* together. they're comfortable with each other.

there are so many more. i wanted to pick a hospital scene but there are too many. the ending of je souhaite is missing. milagro. the scene in the rain from the pilot. the phone call in sleepless "i'm surprised i put up with you so long." the various hugs and forehead kisses. but those are the ten that stood out to me right now. the list is neither good nor complete. this is difficult!

thoughts and opinions? does anyone else have a top ten? or top 500?

[whumpcloud]

Delicate - Missing

content: (institutionalised) pet whump, carewhumper, heavily implied past murder, disordered eating, alcoholism, chronic illness, collars, accidental triggering, past choking, past belting, fainting, it as a pronoun

Sir hasn't outlined any rules yet, so Peter is trying to make guesses. He cleans every morning, before Sir wakes up - Sir sometimes sleeps right into the afternoon, but Peter wakes up at eight in the morning out of habit - and that seems to make Sir happy. Peter couldn't help how good he felt when Sir first praised him for how clean everything was, even though Peter noticed some rubbish he hadn't picked up immediately after and felt intensely guilty.

Maybe Sir wants Darling to ask? Or he might be the kind of Master that only explains the rules when they get broken. Peter, and he keeps forgetting but he's Peter now and he likes being Peter so why is it so hard, thinks about it as a few days pass. Sir has been so kind, too, it makes Peter worry about breaking a rule. Sir even gave him his own place to sleep! Not that Peter minded sleeping with Master, Master was warm and usually gentle and smelled nice when he didn't smell like whiskey, but Peter has never had his own space before, even if that space amounts to an oddly spacious cupboard with the only explanation being Sir mumbling something about an unused laundry room.

Still, the futon is comfortable, and Sir has given him blankets, and Sir even lets Peter do things like make whatever meals he likes for the two of them. Peter would prefer if he knew what Sir liked, but Sir never seems to mind what the food is. Most of the time, all he seems to mind is that Peter has made food at all. Sometimes he looks a little guilty or ashamed, and sometimes he just looks at it and turns away. Peter has tried to test to see if it was things he disliked, but Sir just… doesn't eat often, even if he gives Peter the okay to make it.

Well, that isn't healthy at all.

"Sir, I'm going to make lunch!" Peter smiles. "Would you like anything in particular?"

Elio fidgets with the bottle in his hand. "M'fine. Thanks for offering, I guess."

Peter can be insistent, if he must. "Sir, it's important that you eat. Not just to stay alive, but because you're diabetic. Have you checked your blood sugar today?"

"The alarm hasn't gone off, so I'm fine," Elio mumbles.

"...just because the alarm hasn't gone off doesn't mean that your blood sugar is stable, Sir," Peter says. "You shouldn't wait until you're at risk of illness."

"I'm already ill," Elio mutters.

"You know that's not what I meant, Sir," Peter says softly. "Please take your insulin and eat."

Elio hangs his head and groans. "Fine. Were you trained to be this annoying?"

Peter bites his lip, but only because Sir can't see. "Master was stubborn. He trained me to push past that."

"He must have been one stubborn son of a bitch," Elio half-laughs.

Peter isn't sure yet if that's a nice laugh. He'll learn. He's adjusting. This can be home, if he tries hard enough.

Elio pulls himself up, abandoning the bottle on the floor. He watches Peter's eyes dart to it from the kitchen doorway, then dart back to him.

"Don't judge me," Elio mutters as he walks past.

Peter steps away quickly. He's started to give Sir a wide berth, though something in him aches about it. "There's no point in your Pet judging you, Sir. I'm just here to assist however I can."

"Mhm. Right."

Peter falls silent, and focuses on making lunch as Sir languidly injects himself. At least that means he'll have to eat something now.

"...Sir, would you like me to assist in any way in terms of your drinking?" Peter asks, after a few minutes of anxious hesitation. "I could help you get sober, or help you limit the amount, or just take care of you when you're drunk?"

"I don't need taken care of," Elio mumbles. "...and I don't wanna get sober."

Peter doesn't understand Sir's insistence that he doesn't need to be taken care of. Most people can clean like Peter does, but Sir doesn't even put his mugs beside the sink. Sir doesn't eat properly, and the only time he even contemplated showering, Peter had to push him into actually doing it. Sir doesn't seem to hold down a job - in fact, he hasn't gone outside at all since Peter got here, and spends most of his time drinking or sleeping, and only ever does something else when Peter convinces him to.

So isn't that exactly what Peter is doing? Taking care of him?

"You don't have to get sober," Peter says, chipper as ever. "I mentioned other options. I could help you limit or just help you when you're drunk."

"I don't get drunk, so…" Elio leans against the cupboard, forehead pressed against his arm. "Fine. Limit. No more than, uh, three a day, I guess. Just stop me if I go for another. If you're gonna be so… insistent."

Peter nods. "I can do that, Sir."

Watching Peter do anything is like watching a well-oiled machine. He's precise and cautious and… happy isn't the right word. Content? He seems content, at least. Elio isn't sure if it makes him feel any better about this whole Pet situation.

Peter makes a plate of crackers and cheese, red grapes, and yogurt, and places it in front of Elio. "Here's your lunch, Sir. Eat it when you're ready."

Elio stares at it for a minute, before blinking back to awareness and realising Peter has turned to walk away. "Hold on, can you-"

Elio hooks two fingers into Peter's collar to drag him back and Peter screams.

The sound makes Elio jump back, but the collar is tight around Peter's neck and he can't pull his fingers free before Peter gags and crashes onto the linoleum.

Darling's eyes are wide, tiny irises flitting from the floor to Sir's feet to his own hands shooting to his throat. It's breathing too fast. It holds the breath for a moment, then lets the breath out, slowly, controlled. It's a good boy. It needs to stay completely calm.

It moves onto its knees and bows its head, hands flat on its thighs. It takes another deep breath. Calm.

"I'm sorry, Master," Darling says, quietly. Peter flinches. "S-Sir. Sorry."

"I- what are you sorry for?" Sir is just staring at it, like the only thing it's done wrong is confuse him. He! Peter is a smart Pet, why can't he remember this one tiny thing? He wasn't even always 'it' to Master, not even usually 'it' to Master, he doesn't know why he can't just make 'he' stick.

"For my emotional outburst," Peter replies, voice steady. "Please punish me to correct my mistake."

Maybe it's just because Sir doesn't like 'it'. Peter is just a bad Pet, of course he's still thinking of himself as 'it'. He deserves to be punished for that too, but he doesn't say that right now.

Elio blinks. "Sorry? Punish you?"

"Yes, Sir," Peter nods. "I could retrieve a belt, if you want. Or something else. I know I have no choice in this. Master belted me a lot, so it was the first thing I thought of."

"No, no, no, what?" Elio shakes his head and grasps desperately for something he can actually comprehend. "Stop. What did you freak out for?"

Peter's face burns in shame. "...Master used to choke me using my collar, Sir. I didn't… like it. I panicked because you've been so kind and I thought I had done something bad. I thought I had made you angry or disappointed you and the thought was a lot to handle."

Elio is barely taking any of this in. Peter screamed like he was trying to take the entire building down, and not even a minute later he was on his knees, still as a statue. Is that a trained response? To just bury all of that?

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Elio's vision is swimming for some reason. "I'm not gonna punish you for that. Don't be stupid."

"...oh." Peter resists the urge to fidget. "I'm sorry for being a stupid Pet, I shouldn't have assumed."

Elio groans. "Stop apologising for everything."

Peter balls his hands into fists. "Sir, it's unclear what I should apologise for. It's better that I over-apologise than under-apologise. You haven't given me any rules to follow so I'm sorry if I'm not up to your standards."

Elio stares at him for a very long moment. Peter covers his mouth and squeezes his eyes shut. How could he be so disrespectful? He spoke far too sharply. That must make him deserving of a punishment, right?

"You have a backbone," Elio finally says, monotone as ever. "Huh."

Peter waits, for the inevitable slap, the kick, the pulling on his hair and dragging him to be tied down and left for hours. But it doesn't happen.

"I guess I'm, uh, I'm not being fair to you," Elio mumbles, grabbing the counter suddenly. "I can't expect you to just deal with all this and be all, like, unsure about it. Especially with me being… me. I'll come up with some rules, I guess. If it'll make you feel better."

"You aren't going to punish me?" Peter's voice isn't more than a muffled squeak. "I- I talked back to you."

"Nah," Elio shrugs. "I don't care. Not gonna punish you for the collar thing either. It's clearly, like, a traumatic thing for you, so."

"...traumatic, Sir?" Peter slowly returns his hands to his thighs. "Pets don't… get trauma."

Elio snorts. "Yeah, I guess you'd call it training."

Sir says some strange things, but Peter really shouldn't be anything but grateful that Sir seems to find disrespect amusing (is amusing the right word for this?) rather than a punishable offence.

"Ah, fuck," Elio says, hissing through his teeth. "I'm gonna faint."

Peter is quick to his feet, and so Elio doesn't even fall any distance. His eyes roll back and he just goes limp in Peter's grip. Peter isn't completely surprised at how light Sir is - it proves Peter's right about how much Sir is eating. He manages to drag Sir to the sofa and sit him up, then collects the plate of food from the kitchen.

"Sir," Peter says gently. "Wake up."

"Mnn…" Elio frowns and twitches as he tries to wake up. "Uh…?"

Sir's phone isn't going off, so his blood sugar must be fine. When was the last time Peter saw him eat? It must have been… five in the morning yesterday, when he woke Peter up making that boxed macaroni.

"Sir, please eat." Peter brushes Elio's hair out of his face. "Don't make me call an ambulance because you won't eat."

Elio tries to mumble something along the lines of "so you're good at guilt-tripping too" but it doesn't come out. He just weakly nods and reaches for the plate.

After some crackers and a few sips of fruit juice, Elio sits up properly. He waves Peter off when Peter tries to kneel and lean against his leg.

"I'm not gonna, like, pet you or something," Elio says. "Can you just fuck off for a bit? I feel awful."

If Peter were an even worse Pet he'd say something like "and I wonder why that is" but he doesn't. He just nods, and smiles, and goes to the room he was given.

The smile falls as soon as Peter is alone. He sits on the futon, leg bouncing. Sir didn't give him anything else to do. Should he find something to do? But he already cleaned everything, and Sir doesn't need him for anything right now, and he's even made sure to take care of himself too, aside from bathing. He doesn't have any other clothes, and he doesn't want to ask Sir because Sir… clearly doesn't really care about him.

Not that he expects Sir to care. Sir doesn't need to care about him, only the other way around.

Peter chews his sleeve. Master would be so mad about it, but Master is gone. But Master would've pet his hair at least, even on an angry day, long fingers slowly running across his scalp. Peter wonders if Sir's hands would feel as nice. Peter wonders if he'll ever get to know.

He misses being Darling. At least Darling got to sit in Master's lap and feel loved.

But it's his own fault. That wasn't enough to stop him from ruining it all. He begs Master for forgiveness under his breath. He would take everything back. He'd live with only the memories of the blood on his hands and the knife he stole from the kitchen and the light leaving Master's eyes and nothing else if he could just take it back and curl up, playing with Master's hair until they both fell asleep.

Peter is being such a bad Pet. He should be thinking about Sir.

It wishes Sir would call him Darling with a hoarse throat and a messy kiss and make things feel right again. Peter kisses its knuckles and tries to pretend, as though they never had Master's blood on them at all.

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