#my manager is gonna be talking to the general manager about it bc it’s affecting sales and also how much we’re getting in tips

[teabookgremlin]

i’ve started thinking of my shifts as did i win or did [company name redacted] win and today. today [company name redacted] won

[karoochui]

I just wanted to say I am so enamoured with Binary Insurgence! I eat up everything, every little crumb, you drop about it and the entire idea is so interesting to me! I'm so in love with stories and worlds like this! I'm also curious to know about the relationship between Sun and Moon, if it's alright to ask. How was it before the fire compared to after? Does their relationship begin to mend (because I'm certain over the years it deteriorated) when y/n comes back into the picture? If any of this is too spoilery or you just haven't fleshed it out yet then you don't have to answer! I'm just super curious about the boys and how you see their dynamic/relationship. I just look forward to seeing how their bond has grown and/or broken and how it may be mended over time.

AHH im glad you like it so much!! Im happy to talk about what i've got, but you are right not everything is fully fleshed out. I have points i wanna get to but while im brainstorming and planning i make up a lot of stuff as i go and then go over it again later to see if i like it or can connect stuff in any way. I have 3 chapters for Arc 1 fully summarized as of now! (Which probably doesn't seem like a lot but i like my chapters long, so it's quite a bit actually).

I wanna say, too, that i'm planning for the first story to be more in the perspective of the reader, so most things about Sun and Moon's personal thoughts and feelings are gonna be more implied than said. I might have some switching points of view, i'm not sure, but i haven't found a place i'd do it or think it's relevant. The sequel is gonna be more from their perspective since it'll mostly be about them.

NOW! I see Sun and Moon as brothers, so they really treat each other in a way that's like that. Before the fire they get along pretty well. Most instances of issue would be when Moon blocks out Sun when he fronts, or just mutual panic over the fact Moon lost his shit w/ the virus. They'll have their disagreements about things (i havent planned specifics yet) but generally they're chill. Sun just worries about Moon hurting people, but Moon worries too. With the way the virus functions in this AU it's hard for Sun to fully fault Moon for what he does, especially because he's also affected by it but not nearly as bad. (I'm gonna explain this more in another ask i have).

Plus, even before the virus they were always glitch/bug-ridden because technicians fucked up their programming continuously after removing them from the theater to work in the daycare. So they had to kinda navigate through that together, glitches and errors on both ends (though not deadly). They hate P&S bc of this, obviously. Hardware fixes suck but they fucking HATE software examinations.

Later on though some issues come into play whenever Sun starts getting worse by being further exposed to the virus (it gets worse for him when they eclipse) because it presents itself in Sun differently than it does Moon. He gets snappier and angrier at times (that comic i made that's captioned "well someones snappy") and while they both understand he doesnt mean the shit he does it's still not great. And nobody's gonna just let themselves be talked to like a dog even if the reason it's happening is because of something the other person can't really help. They're still relatively fine at this point, though.

It's at the end when shit goes really bad, because this part of the story does end badly. I won't spoil specifics but after the fire Sun loses his shit. He starts trying to put the blame on Moon for everything (the virus enhancing his already bad habits/fucking with his line of thinking) out of grief and anger. That carries over into the apocalypse and he just gets worse in general. He gets irrational.

It's a long period of time though, so he eventually also manages it, in his own way. But! I did say before in an ask that in the sequel he's "not evil, persay, but he's a fucking nut". He damns Moon to an hourglass to just fucking get rid of him about 100~ years before they meet you again (he fully thinks he's in the right for this (and he also just hates him) and the only reason he really even stayed around after that was to make sure Moon didn't get out again). He's not a bad-intentioned individual, but he's off the fucking wall at many times bc of the virus having made him worse. He's stubborn as all hell to an infuriating degree, he's irrational, hard-headed, reckless, and while a good bit of his old, kinder self is still pretty prevalent he can be downright fucking mean if provoked. Again, worse than before, and it doesn't take much these days! I always imagined him to have more dramatic, snappy, diva aspects to his personality (even before Help Wanted 2 came out) bc hes so theatrical and intense, so basically take a Sun that's like that, crank it up to 100 and put him in a Bad Situation. That's what Round 2 Sun is like at his worst. He's not a complete lost cause though, and he's far from dumb when he does stuff, just clouded by his own judgement. He doesn't think anything's wrong with him (or does he?).

Moon doesn't really hate him like Sun hates Moon, because although he knows that what happened (the ending of the first story) is technically both of their faults he just feels guilt. They do fight a lot, though. Most of it is Moon trying his best to tell Sun that he's basically full of shit and not seeing things right after Sun starts something, but Sun's at the point where he's gotta learn by consequence. Part of the reason he's so bad is bc 1: hes been infected by the virus for so long now and 2: in his grief, anger, and resentment he's learned to live with it rather than fighting it.

But the sequel is gonna be a feel-good story! Falling in love w/ the reader all over again, i want things to get cleared up - or at least some kind of middle ground between Sun and Moon - the whole sha-bang.

[forwomenbiwomen]

is your bf not gentle with you omfg?? leave himm what is even the point

I KNOW IM EXPERIENCING THE WORST COGNITIVE DISSONANCE OF MY LIFE I'm sharply remembering that I'm not even in my 20s yet (few months to go) and I'm feeling the burn of teenage stupidity rn

Can I rant here? I'm gonna rant here hold on

Ok so without sounding like I'm bleeding out from Cupid's arrow he's genuinely very kind and thoughtful and generous to me, and has done everything right for the past two years where we've not argued once except for a few disagreements that we've mutually committed to solving as soon as possible and to the best of our ability. He's said he's stopped watching porn and I trust him bcs I have to have some level of trust to make it work.

Until this past week where I've gotten the ick. He is in love with me, I can see that. However. He seems to be exploring (?) things? Like he's pushed my head on the bed a bit roughly while we've had sex and put his fingers into my mouth when I don't like it and I've told him that blah blah. He has flung me about in rough ways and he has hurt me unintentionally before. He also does not read my body language AT ALL. It's our working theory that he's a littleee autistic. I come from an exceptionally well attuned family where things go without saying all the time and for him to ignore signals I think are obvious without saying and rude to say is weird to me. Just before, for instance, he kissed me and didn't let go even when I was struggling against him until I actually managed to get out protests. And I've told him to stop licking me which I find gross and violating bcs I hate germs and it's a disgusting feeling on my face but he's forgotten that apparently ��� and he'll attack me with kisses until I'm actually overstimulated to the point of freezing up

Ok I'm suffering but I'm gonna keep going whenever I talk about things that affect me emotionally he has to approach the conversation from a "different angle" so he "understands" me but I've come to think it's just exhausting to have to defend my position LIKE BEFORE I was talking about how my male psychiatrist told me I should go on SSRIs I don't want to go on bcs my ADHD meds haven't arrived and it's the next thing he could think of, and when I said I'll talk to my parents about it he shamed me for having "no autonomy". Anyway I told my boyfriend and he was saying well maybe you do need more autonomy and maybe the doctor's right and I was like DAMN. EVEN IF HE WAS I was really stressed and I needed to just have someone to listen to me. When I said this he got annoyed and was like "well do you want me to treat you like I would treat any normal person?" And I was like NO. I want you to treat me like your GIRLFRIEND and offer some support without immediate solutions

Feeling like a knife is in my heart but let's continue he's acting really fucking weird and immature recently, like making weird faces or trying to bite me or lick me like he licked my fucking scalp yesterday and I have never felt such abject cringe. And when I was talking to him before he couldn't seem to get off his fucking Instagram and I had to eventually be like babe no I actually want your attention here hello? But the immaturity combined with all of this has really given me the ick. Like it's just ugly of him when he does these stupid faces and won't shut up making noises.

OH MY GOD I was crying at the gym the other day I've said it on here and when I was home crying about it he wouldn't stop being fucking weird and playing with my hands and I tried to ignore it until I actually snapped and I just cried out "stop it" and he was like "ok well what do you want me to do then" and I was like idk just don't act absolutely oblivious when I'm crying please. And then he'll act like a baby if I'm mad until he decides it's actually serious and then he'll get super disappointed and nonchalant and blah blah.

I think these are the feelings I've been suppressing, actually. I think these are the feelings I don't want to admit to myself bcs even tho I've listed out the worst of him here the positives are so good. I just. Idk.

If I was reading this I would be horrified and disappointed in her that she would put up with this while claiming to be a radfem but obviously I'm not perfect bcs I'm dating a man in the first place lol. I'm better than whatever he's putting me through, and even tho I wanted this whole relationship to be perfect I don't deserve to lie and suppress my instincts and common sense bcs I love him.

I don't know what to say now bcs I'm going to be painfully vulnerable here and say I'm not sure I have the courage to break up with him bcs I do actually love him even tho he's weird as fuck lol. I don't know. I don't know. I'm still young and idk. Idk if I can talk to him about this and sort it out or if he's not worth my time, even tho I wish he was. I wanted it to be him so fucking badly I still do. I think I've lost too much blood from that fucking arrow tho 💘

Sorry anon for ranting I'm sad now I'm going to sit in my room and have a good hard think about this man

[alaynestone]

You don’t have to post this if you don’t want. I just wanted to say I was one of those curious, openminded fans willing to entertain the idea of samjohn (mostly bc deanjohn feels so congruent with canon + there’s so much interesting meta on it that managed to convert me + incestuous households usually affect all of it’s members) but just like you said I was immediately put off by the blatant character assassination that pervades everything from fics to edits to the propaganda in that incest poll lmao.

I guess that’s the major difference - deanjohn requires little to no stretching of imagination bc it already fits seamlessly into canon, whereas samjohn almost demands ooc shenanigans to work.

I also just found the way fans talk about it nauseating for some reason, though that’s likely more of a reflection of my own personal triggers. I love digesting incest narratives, but the fetishistic angle of that blog really makes my stomach turn. That’s not a moral judgement on anyone else’s enjoyment btw! Just another reason why this ship didn’t resonate with me.

thank you for sending me this. it's clear that a lot of people feel the same way.

when i first joined fandom, the few j/s fics were straightforward evil!john non-con. not my thing, but i understood why it was written that way. then came the inexplicably popular fandom creation of "sexkitten sam" which continues to pollute the entire sam/dean fandom and of course extends to other ships too. i'm not even gonna get started on why that's "problematic" because that's not the point, it's not remotely in character. even as an exaggeration sam is not the kind of person to attempt to find agency in outward submission or objectification. he's very vocally not compromising his identity to please his family and especially john. dean is more like that so when you have sam acting like a fetishized pinterest aesthetic moodboard version of dean and dean acting like an old man from wattpad i'm understandably left squinting at the screen. then it's genderswapping sam and using that as a personality eraser because women are automatically submissive and naive and trad?

who is being converted by all this when it has nothing to do with sam, john or even dean? where is dean in all this actually? a core aspect of their family is that dean is closest to both sam and john who rarely had much opportunity to bond without him. there was a distance between sam and john throughout sam's childhood and adolescence. most of his parental needs were being fulfilled by dean even if that was never enough. their situation with their father wasn't the average one where they were simply 2 kids fighting for his attention.

for the most part j/s appears to be about "envying" dean's position in the family. it's about diminishing or straight up erasing dean and more notably about feminizing sam. either directly or otherwise. people generally seem to have big issues with the fact that sam is a man and confidently so. most of the annoying tropes in wincest fandom have this at their core. and of course in order for sam to be "the woman" dean needs to genuinely and authentically be the most stereotypical of cishet men. it's very transparent because right from the start the show poked holes at dean's performance of masculinity. it was very much the point. dean's gender issues could fill a book yet any alternative interpretation of sam and gender seeks to cast dean as the oppressive bigot who would never get it? stopping here before i get off topic but to make myself clear: in theory i respect headcanons i don't understand, but not when they spitefully exist to deny dean's depth in every possible way.

to return to my point about dean's pseudo spouse and mother position being enviable, it misses the point of how harmful john's parenting was to both of them. it's no coincidence that they both view themselves as the unfavorite. dean believes he's taken for granted, only valued for what he can give, how well he can perform his roles, how successfully he could play at being an adult even before he hit double digits. dean can't just exist and be himself while sam is uncompromisingly himself. because of that he believes john doesn't like him, never liked him, rejected him, didn't have time for him, didn't trust him enough with the family secrets, even when those secrets directly concerned him. as of season 1 he still has contempt for dean for what he views as unquestioning obedience to john and letting himself be molded by john. dean had to fight for every scrap of approval and affection and sam refused to do the same if it meant sacrificing his own needs and identity. not everyone reacts to abuse the same way and both characters are very much shaped by their different reactions to their environment. and any j/s shipper argument that is built on the idea that sam was the one john loved more is not only gleefully mocking dean's parentification but ignoring that sam being comparatively sheltered and treated like a son is yet another reason why john would not cross such a line with him. dean "gets it", dean lost mary too, dean is his partner and his confidant, dean can handle adult responsibilities, dean is loving and supportive, dean isn't making him confront his parenting failures, dean can't say no to him. like you said, it doesn't at all stretch the imagination to make j/d fit into dean's backstory. "you are not a child" - "i never was".

as i have been saying, any remotely ic exploration of j/s would have to follow both j/d and s/d. i can't believe in a universe where j/s is the only incest that happens in the family. i think a theoretical plausible j/s fic would have to not only accept but embrace its adjacency to the 2 ships that are compliant with the canon. but whether sam knows for a fact about j/d or not, there's no way he isn't severely impacted by the proximity to that relationship in a number of ways and that's a very compelling dynamic in its own right.

tldr i agree with you anon. people can read and write whatever they want but there's a big difference between incest subtext that is believable and just saying things in a way that's meant to provoke.

[boabel]

bel please tell us about your capitol oc (i need the inspiration)

AAA AN OC ASK??? THANK U SM LILY ML <33

okok before anyone reads, TW for suicide attempt and just death in general, this is thg.

so this oc is sadly not a tbosas mentor bc he wasn't born at that time but i can say he is distantly related to dennis fling.

to start off, his name is vestis sylver and at the time of the 47th games (when he first becomes an escort) he is 22 years old.

he grew up in a typical privileged capitol household, his family had that ingrained prejudice to the districts, they werent as outspoken as other families though. he grew up not watching the games out of disinterest and kind of turned a blind eye to whatever happened in the districts because it didnt affect him.

this changes completely when his best friend (who he totally didn't have a crush on) from the capitol who was banished to district nine because of speaking out against the capitol, settled down and had kids and then one of the kids got reaped and died in the games.

that inspires him to become an escort for d9 specifically but oh boy did he make a mistake. first off, the mentor that he works with died the year before due to unforseen circumstances (she was killed by the capitol for silent rebellion, rip anona ryan, you'll be missed). he (at first) manages to help get back-to-back winners with ceres miller and angus flaxon (i changed the dates they won to fit this hc.... if u saw the og post with different dates..... ignore that 😭) but even with this newfound motive and a goal to help d9 win the games (not abolish the games overall) it completely backfires. his glamorised capitol background and privilege makes him blind to how difficult it actually is in the districts, even if he thinks he wants to help.

most of the tributes are unresponsive to him and he starts to realise "helping" the districts is much harder than he thinks. over and over again he tries to get through to the tributes (and the mentors... mainly ceres bc she is just done w him atp) but it never works, and they die over and over and over again. his work for the games strains him and all of his relationships get more and more difficult. he sees himself changing from someone who only cared about the districts because of a capitol friend into someone who really wants change, who sees himself in these kids and starts to realise that all district kids are the same as capitol kids, they just don't have the right opportunities.

he gets older and older and sees more and more that he needs to fight for these people. he realises that the games don't need to be "won", they need to be abolished. at one point (around the 65th games) the male tribute for district nine commits suicide before the games which causes a huge scandal, and it makes vestis realise that being an escort isn't going to help the kids, and starts to be subtly rebellious by spending more and more time in d9 when he should be in the capitol.

during the 68th games, where my oc thea wins, plutarch heavensbee is thea's sponsor and vestis and him get to talking. he ends up being in with the rebel plan, but makes the difficult decision not to tell the mentors of d9, who are already extremely depressed and he doesn't want to burden them with the information. (he later comes to realise this was the WRONG decision.... i wonder why.)

anyway that's as far as ive gotten into his story, im probably gonna continue his influence to the third quarter quell. hope u enjoyed this incoherent rant and hope it gives u some inspo 😭.

[literarywhoard]

suegiku hcs

hiiii everyone !! it's time for the first headcanons post for this account <3 starting off with my favorite "popular" ship, bc honestly these two give me little heart bubbles over my head ajsndnfhjskse. i do have some rarepair ideas in mind as well, depending on how these posts perform, i might do those too - but expect a ton of suegiku gushing from me in general, actually.

rambling aside!! hcs under the cut <3 where my suegiku girlies (/gender neutral) at i hope yall have clear skin and good grades i LOV u. these are long because i think a lotsies

their relationship begins bc tecchou, quite honestly, can NOT shut up about how pretty jouno is and how jouno is "out of his league"

tachihara was like. aight. i'm gonna be cupid

(teruko didn't believe in the cause)

tachihara explained to tecchou if it isn't raining yet, he shouldn't open his umbrella; (if jouno hasn't said no, why are you acting like he already did?)

little did the both of them know, jouno overheard basically all of this and pretended to be oblivious to their faces.

he was quite flattered, at least, and figured he could do worse.

the day after new year's day (january 2), however, jouno was starting to get bored of the whispering and waltzed right in on them.

tachihara made like a tree... (yknow? "make like a tree and leave"?)

"you've been hoping for a while." "...yes." "then say it, tecchou." "say what?" "ask your question." "will you go out with me, even if just one time?" "oh, shut up. the last part wasn't necessary."

tachihara was pretty proud of himself. jouno had to be talked out of strangling him. yay, tachihara managed to get away with just a bonk on the head! woohoo!!

tecchou loves jouno, for all his sass and being high maintenance and being so difficult. but, that's tecchou's spoiled brat!

as soon as tecchou hears about the "golden retriever x black cat" trope it has him in a chokehold. he calls jouno his fluffy black kitten.

especially since cuddles and smooches make jouno calm down but still pout.

(jouno can't beat the anti-tecchou OR the kitten allegations.)

adorably, jouno also adopts this trope and says through gritted teeth that tecchou really is a golden retriever.

he took a long time (like a month) to admit it, but he loves tecchou too.

jouno especially loves when tecchou showers him with "you're so pretty/smart/gorgeous/cute/etc."

he is a massive diva about it!

affection? eww. kisses? disgusting. cuddles? nasty. who told you to stop???

they are both very happy, and now tachihara is stuck third wheeling. the end :)

[femmesandhoney]

If it's not too intrusive can I ask how you deal w your pmdd ?

I dont have it but my PMS is fucking brutal I was depressed fucking felt like paralyzed in bed due to anxiety, didnt go to classes,then like a few days later i got my period and then everything made sense.

But i just cant like lose a week of my life like this every month. How do you deal with it?

i went on birth control for it but got off of it after a year bc i decided i disliked the effects of birth control, but that did help my symptoms tons and i wouldn't lie to anyone who wanted to go on it bc it did help me, i made a choice to get off of it unrelated to my pmdd.

managing symptoms can be difficult, often my first "response" is to recognize when my emotions are being affected by my pmdd. usually i can tell pretty quickly bc one day i'll walk up and everything makes me rage at the drop of a hat and then get very sad or agitated just as quick, my emotional regulation just being absolutely dogshit to concern anyone around me if they happen to be on the receiving end of my aggression or if they could jump inside my head and see how it was playing out. after so many years knowing i have pmdd, im able to recognize how a lot of that emotional instability isn't "me" and that im being affected by an "outside" force (oncoming period and hormones dropping). i usually do my best to stay mindful of my reactions then and try and do stuff that calms me down and gets my mind away from what had ruptured my emotional state. usually this occurs right in the morning when i get up, so its a fairly quick light bulb moment for me.

and im definitely used to like a shit ton of negative self talk that over the years ive gotten a better hand on, so when those real lows come around, im much better at talking myself out of those low states, but my pmdd doesn't manifest as strongly or too long with huge depressive states. usually, i just try to find other things to distract me when i feel that low, like chatting with friends, family, watching a movie, going on a walk, eating good food, no matter how small can help shift my mood to a more positive direction. when we're down, our brains are really good at thinking about other sad shit, bc our brain sucks like that, so getting ahead of that curve and trying to intentionally distract yourself with better things can generally help. but again, do not feel bad if that doesn't work for you, bc long depressive states aren't what i normally deal with and my advice is general here.

in terms of anxiety and similar emotions, i feel you deeply there. i manage that similar to how i manage any form of anxiety, which is just to do whatever it is that my anxiety thinks i cannot do, as thats the quickest way to rewrite that pathway in ur brain. it can seem very daunting, but it really does help and you can take baby steps all the while. and usually i end up feeling better after i go to whatever it was i was terrified to go to, which when we're feeling terrible af can sometimes make our day a bit better.

i would also say, sometimes i don't do anything during my pmdd time either bc it really does feel like shit even when ive tried combating it and being mindful of myself, some days really do just suck and i wanna lay in bed and hermit away. i don't think you should beat yourself up about that if some months that happens. its gonna happen again even after we have some successes, pmdd can be very unpredictable and sometimes our environment and our day to day lives just affect it even more and cause some months to be worse than others, and that doesn't mean you're lazy or not trying hard enough or anything like that.

[icharchivist]

icha!!!! just finished the have a great trip event. I’m not writing that event title out case sensitively but I think it is cute they capitalized the three As for A3! seeing mizuno made me… wow. i feel so much affection for this man for real. the way he runs as soon as tsuzuru is there… like the.

tsuzuru: “hmph. that guy…”

izumi: (oh, tsuzuru. you’re not fooling anyone with that smile of yours.)

me: weeping

I really liked a lot of the travel outfits!! like yuki, citron, homare… hisokas scarf is such a lovely shade of green for real. love that kazunari and yuki talk abt design etc! feels so nice to see the effects of sardine search. there we’re so many little cute interactions here. love that tasuku and tsumugi had more free time and were like “well. more theater time.” I’d seen the screenshot of itarus gamer knowledge coming in handy but I did not know misumi was also gonna be involved! so fun. the cg with misumi carrying itaru is sooooooo cute. like itarus expression. love it. I don’t have too much to say abt this ep bc it was just very sweet! I also like that itaru can say LOL. and it feels perfectly natural

HEYO YOU WELCOME BACK!!!

yess the name capitalization is so cute.

AND MIZUNOOOO!!!! and Tsuzuru being so soft toward him. God those two. THOSE TWO.

Agreed, i really think the travel outfits were very fun!! i liked the new sprites. and yeah god, it really helped showcasing some of the dynamics so well. Kazu and Yuki geeking design in call back to the Sardine Search, Yuki and Banri planning on shopping trips in call back to Into the Night, of course just, Mizuno… it's just a hell lots of fun.

Of COURSE Tasu and Tsumu were just theater geeking. they were in the theater geek convention. fishes in clear water moment!

The whole think of Itaru somehow managing to save those teens's trips while also still being a disaster is honestly so much fun.

And i especially love his dynamic with Misumi in this event. Like Misumi opening up about how his parents rarely took him when they were going on trip and Itaru clearly catching that "huh oh this kid's parents are fucked up. Well i'm already the assignated father of the spring troupe, what's one more child for me to have."

And i do love that Itaru did drop everything because he thought Misumi looked too sad and We Can't Have That Here. It's truly so cute and sweet. Esp since afterward he just had much more fun this way.

Tenma and Kazunari are absolute mess this event too. The fact Tenma managed to get lost on his way to the aeroport and he had to wear the bunny costume while Itaru made fun of him.. priceless to me.

And yes, the CG is just so much fun. From "what the fuck are you doing" to "it's not so bad actually. I think i can get used to my life as a potato bag", just, so good.

This ep was more light hearted and less heavy in general yes, it was sooo sweet. Just the pals hanging out, and Itaru "infiltring" the Summer troupe, like he said.

It's nice that once in a while they just get to have some downtime without anyone having a mental breakdown on the side because their tragic backstory came back to haunt them. For that, A+++ for hAve A greAt trip indeed.

As usual, thank you so much for sending me your feedback, it's always a pleasure to see your thoughts on the events you get to read ;D

Bless youuu and have a nice day <33

[labradorite-princess]

Oh bestie I sold a bag of coffee beans just now and the guy tipped me 3 bucks, the manager seemed surprised and was like "he ripped you 3 bucks?? Isn't that interesting?" And I was thinking to myself "I'm a cute girl, it's not that interesting" or maybe he's just generous but still, how nice, I'm blushing lol

That's amazing!!!!!!! I'm so glad he tipped you!!!!! You deserve it!!!!! And you are a cute girl!!!!!!!!!!! Never forget that!!!!!! I'm so proud of you!!!! I think that, that man noticed you were doing an amazing job and wanted to tip you to let you know about it!!!! I do that! For example - today I ordered DoorDash and the dasher was REALLY fast and nice and on top of everything so I added an extra tip on top of the tip I already left them! I do that if I feel like the delivery person did a v good job. Also I add extra tip if they do not pick up another order on the way bc I hate the waiting. WAY TO SELL THEM COFFEE BEANS GIRL! I'M SO PROUD OF YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Idk if you know about my issue with my tooth. I had a crown put on. Today is the THIRD time it has fallen off. It's been taken out by an oatmeal cream pie (v soft), a protien bar (not soft) and a fruit snack (squishy). So I have to go back to the dentist. I just know when my sister finds out she's gonna freak. She's been telling me to go to a new dentist since the first time the crown fell out. So I can just imagine what she'll have to say. Knowing her she'll (having gone to school to become to a dental hygienist - she didn't finsih her last semester bc she's unsure if this is what she wants to do now) will have A LOT to say. She's like the fucking teeth police. Also the media police. Telling me what I should and shouldn't watch/read/play. My Dad does that too. Mom let's me do whatever I want as long as it doesn't affect my mental health. Like nightmares or seeing/hearing things or getting paranoid or to anxious. I'm off topic. I'm so sorry. Basically I'm at the point I want to have this tooth pulled out like I wanted to begin with but the dentist talked me out of it. I'm going to scream.

[libra-stellium]

Venus transits I tracked in March! Descriptions from Planets in Transit by Robert Hand.

I feel like the general theme of March was bored and alone omg I thought with venus in pisces in my 1H it was gonna be cute but all month I literally just felt like I was bothering everyone that I was speaking to lmao probably bc saturn is in pisces right now too and phone has been so fucking dryyyyyyy

Venus square MC (Mar 25 - Mar 29)

Good transit, feeling like being with another person and expressing your love

Strong feeling that by yourself you are not complete, not out of insecurity but out of a real need and desire to give and receive love

Every time I texted someone and they didn't respond or they respond to 1/3 of my texts I would be like omg if i had a bf he would respond lmao hated it

Venus conjunct Saturn (Mar 26 - Mar 30)

Love and attention are strongly tempered by practical considerations, affection is restrained but still there

Legit was like does everyone hate me?? It's also the week before my period so that tracks lol

Little tendency toward self indulgence, actions are characterized by restraint which is usually good if you have to save up

I was about to order food and closed the app just to find out on Mar 26 exactly that my paycheck for Mar 29 was gonna be delayed bc they changed the billing codes over the weekend which unsigned my timesheet from the previous week!!! So on Mar 28 at midnight I checked the app and saw I only got issued half a check and rent is due Apr 1 smh and now it's Apr 3 and I still didn't get my other half!

You may not feel warm and affectionate, the real problem is that you are lonesome and unable to bridge the gap between you and others

I went to a surprise bday dinner Mar 30 and it was cool and I was being social but def felt like work for a bit

Venus sextile Neptune (Mar 28 - April 1)

Transit arouses creative and romantic imagination either giving you greater appreciation for beauty or sending you off on a pleasant daydream

I made my friend a hair oil for her bday! That was fun and creative! And I had a dream that I went back to high school and my high school crush was there as the coach and I was there bc they had classes I needed to take for a masters program loll I don't even know what this man looks like 10 years later lol

Transit may put you in a dreamy fog, keep it within reason

I had a dream I went to the Philippines and another dream I went to Amsterdam and in one of them I met this guy working at the hotel who asked me for my whatsapp and then I found out from the hotel manager that he was on twitter talking about he's gonna make me his 13th wife lmao he had been divorced 12 times already!!!!

Venus sextile Uranus (Mar 31 - Apr 4)

You will seek an exciting break from your daily routine, you will seek out stimulating friends

On 4/1 I made plans with a friend I haven't seen in a while to go to happy hour at the end of the week. I haven't done HH in a while! I got my period so def did not use this energy for all the fun it could’ve been

[fullscoreshenanigans]

#this whole *the farm isn't lacking in human staff* is somewhat bothering me #since almost every single girl must survive so they can maintain Status Quo? (via @officersnickers)

Same, I still don't understand how the math works out for this in the present day, let alone in all the previous centuries before artificial insemination and the mass production farms were a thing. Dystopia horror magicks.

#would make an awesome AU with Emma as Sister and over time Gilda and Anna come to HQ too #so the three start plotting again #not too fond of Emma in HQ-AUs but a bigger role for Anna and Gilda? hmmm... (via @officersnickers)

Also same. I talked about my predisposition against the AU here along with some others:

With Mama Emma AUs, especially if there's a timeskip to her becoming a mom with the focus on her being broken by the farm system, it feels like an exercise in excessive sadness and despair and the tragedy of abusive cycles for the sake of seeing just how sad one can make oneself, without any additional nuance to make it worthwhile for me. --- #my Norman fic is literally him being a Ratri so can’t choose that one !! #I also hate Mama Emma au’s because lord would she rather die than do that #yes #yes she would #but Emma Ratri AU takes the cake I am raising my brows at you . (via @sleepyhouzuki) --- #mama emma au for me personally bc I can't see emma ever doing it unless she was absolutely forced to #and even then she's still gonna be difficult about it (via @silentstudiosyt) --- If she keeps her rebellious spirit and some degree of her idealism then it's a bit different, but there's still my personal hangup of not wanting any of the characters we're introduced to as children experiencing the horrors of systemic medical rape, so there's not much to entice me unless the farm system is dismantled before it gets to that point. (But then there's also my grievances with how canon speedruns this after nearly a millennia of inaction and without larger collaboration with the general demon population so I'm just never completely happy dljfks) --- #i voted for mama emma but tbh im not a huge fan of norman ratri either :/ #im not inherently against mama emma AUs if they manage to keep her personality intact and she's realistically affected by her situation #but most i've seen just use that concept for extreme angst and nothing else and that's...not for me to say the least lol #and i'm also not a fan of the hyper-feminization of her character that i see too often in those AUs #that being said i still think the concept can be interesting in some cases (via @noremrays) --- God I forgot to include the hyperfeminization that like, thematically can make sense as she succumbs to patriarchal violence, but it hurts my soul when her conforming to Eurocentric beauty standards is upheld as something desirable, along with how often that's tied up with scientist Norman/Norman Ratri for a forbidden romance NE AU. But again, an exercise in excessive sadness seemingly do with the main purpose of seeing just how sad one can make themselves with the most easily identifiable markers of a bad end.

But one with a focus on some of the other girls from Grace Field too could be interesting.

I wonder how much Sisters are in the HQ. Because even if the selection is hard, a lot much sucess.

Isabella's orphenage ship 6 children by year, so 6 new kids must be given to her.

There are 5/6 orphenages for Grace Field. So 30/36 children shipped by year and 30/36 new given to the orphenage. EVERY YEAR. So even if it's sure that the Sisters gave birth of more than one child (only the Mother can have only on).

Because if 30/36 children must be given by year to orphenages, 30/36 must waiting their turn in the nursery and as much sister must be pregnant. I think that every sister has the right to take a break after a pregnacy.

For Exemple if Sienna is the mother of both Emma and Carol, seen there are more or less 10 years between them, it probably mean that there had at least one kid between them. Maybe more.

So i think that, even if the selection is rude, a lot of girls survives. Because if they need 30/36 new babies by years...

And it's just Grace Field. It must be worse at Great Vallley (especially that Barton must have took a lot of children for his huting ground)

[Response to this ask]

I'm not sure where you're getting all moms having only one child being common from?

From your previous ask:

Isabella is an anomaly when it comes to moms in that she's the youngest one to ever be selected in the history of at least the current incarnation of Grace Field that's been around for roughly 400 years.

(Mystic Code Book Chapter 1 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 181.2 | Chapter 181.3) Her excellent test scores at the farm and later at headquarters combined with favoritism from Sarah led to her placement being expedited. With there being an extremely limited number of mom positions, most sisters (because they're all sisters first, Isabella being the exception and not the rule) are left waiting for years, and this is what results in them having multiple children if they don't retrain for another path, not that moms are limited to having a single child. If anything, you'd think they'd want more children bred from those who reach that position, so the time spent waiting for spots to open up would be beneficial for the demons. Sarah had enough sway to persuade those in charge to get a recent graduate of the sister training in there, though, so Isabella was able to skip to the front of the wait list.

And it's confirmed there's five plants plus headquarters for Grace Field.

(Chapter 29 | Chapter 100 | S1 Episode 4)

So assuming there are no oddities, they're averaging 30 kids per year between the five, and if each plant maintains the same number of children plant no.3 normally does, there's around 190 kids at a given time outside of Grace Field headquarters prior to Isabella taking over as grandma when she reduces the number of shipments beginning in mid-January 2046, which is kind of wild given how low it is already.

(Chapter 181.3)

So I think that, even if the selection is rude, a lot of girls survives. Because if they need 30/36 new babies by years...

The second light novel does say this, yes.

Even if it's hard to calculate exactly how that math works out with how gleeful Sarah seems about eliminating Cecile and Krone's entire class, along with not having any information about how often the moms are recommending girls for sister candidacy.

(Chapter 181.2)

Chapter 166's bonus sketch gives us headquarters' layout, but no listing of how many people it accommodates, though it does look massive between this and the amount of running around the kids do in the Return to Grace Field arc.

It must be worse at Grand Valley (especially that Bayon must have took a lot of children for his hunting ground)

To be fair, those children were going to be eaten regardless, so Bayon Sr. taking some for his hunting grounds isn't altering the general death count, just where it's being distributed.

(Chapter 84 | Mystic Code Book Chapter 7 Series Timeline)

Sometime between 1801–1900, Bayon is looking so miserable some of the staff of the farms he's in charge of start shipping children to him alive.

I'm defaulting to this being at Yverk's or Leuvis' behest—Yverk as a means of keeping Bayon comfortable in order to maintain the status quo of Legravalima's regime, Leuvis as a means of satisfying the hunger he knows still resides in his friend—but maybe they just decided to do it on their own because of how bad he looked, who can say.

Regardless, he's approached by another party to begin his hunts, and it isn't until he's given this push that he gives into his impulses again when he told Leuvis centuries ago he was committed to upholding the promise, in a similar manner to how we see Bayon Jr. adhere to upholding decorum and duty during the gathering for Tifari in 2047.

Bayon Sr. starts off with one human every three months, but after that it's hard to gauge exactly how the numbers ramped up. Over two hundred years, it was in the hundreds to potentially thousands.

I'm assuming it maxed out between five and ten at a time, though. Enough of a significant gap where Bayon accepts Peter's offer to use Goldy Pond, originally meant to be a village of refuge for escaped cattle children in James' plan, as his new hunting ground starting in late 2031 with more humans and supplies being available to him.

(Chapter 98)

63 - 17 (15 Grace Field escapees and 2 adults not counted among the Goldy Pond population by Bayon) = 46 children who escaped from Goldy Pond on January 29, 2046 after a hunt had taken place the previous day. We don't know how many children are killed during regular hunts, but I'm guessing they would keep the population between 50 and 60 at any given time. Enough of a thrill to entice Bayon to take Peter's offer, not enough between the 18 farms he supervised or was in charge of to give unaware staff pause to want to stick their noses into noble business because the yield between them was vast enough to make it negligible.

(Mystic Code Book Chapter 3)

Grand Valley, Glory Bell, and Goodwill Ranch are large enough that the demons don't invest in implanting trackers in the children like at Grace Field because it's too costly, though once the mass production farms begin during Peter's tenure as the 36th head of the Ratri Clan, the minuscule dent Bayon's hunts put on Grand Valley's output is even less conspicuous.

[starscara]

THREE’S A CR0WD — heizou + kazuha

SYN0PS1S : note to self, don’t accept weed from the campus drug dealers, unless you’re up for the side affects.

C0NTA1NS : threesome, drug misuse, dirty talk, praise, dubcon, degrading, blowjobs, manhandling, creampies, bukkake, photo taking

A/N : repost bcs the first time it flopped … if you like this please like and/or reblog just to help me out because all of my kinktober posts so far are Flopping 😉 also please request for the request event!!

K1NKT0BER ‘22 — #WEEK0NE

When Heizou pushes a bag of weed into your palm, initially, you have no idea what to do with it. You could say you didn’t do drugs and successfully earn the disapproval of the school’s hottest dealers, or you could say something completely different.

“How much does this cost?”

Kazuha laughs. “Usually, it costs about a hundred.” He takes a hit of his own joint and passes it to Heizou. “But for you, it’s free of charge.”

You look down at the bag. “It’s his way of calling you pretty,” Heizou says, sliding his hand up your thigh and underneath your skirt. “Try it. You might like it.”

Spoiler alert: you did.

The drug had managed to make you feel lighter than a feather, and you liked it a lot. It heightened your senses, which meant that when Heizou’s hands slid around your waist and pulled you onto his lap, his touch was enough to set your skin on fire.

“Two hits and she’s already high,” he says, his tone practically mocking you. “Look at her Kazu-” he tilts your head towards Kazuha, “-the poor girl’s completely stoned.”

Kazuha’s laugh rings like bells in your ears. ”You’re right,” he says, scooting towards you on the couch. “So pretty,” he mumbles, slipping his hand around your neck before pulling you into a heated kiss. You moan softly as Heizou nips at your jaw, his tongue running over every love bite he scores into your skin.

You want the both of them so badly, but wouldn’t that make you a whore? You already turned up to their apartment dressed in the most revealing clothes you could find with your goal being to seduce them into fucking you silly, so technically, your goal had been achieved.

You just thought that it would be more than this.

Both Kazuha and Heizou were being ridiculously gentle with you, treating you like a porcelain doll when all you really wanted was to be destroyed. “More,” you whisper into Kazuha’s mouth, groaning when you feel Heizou’s fingers brush against your wet underwear.

“More?” he parrots, looking over at Kazuha expectantly. “Do you want us both at once?”

You nod eagerly, chewing down on your bottom lip. The buzzing in your head gets louder as Heizou sets you down gently on the couch, resting your head on Kazuha’s empty lap. You watch as he strokes his hard-on through his joggers, eyes widening as the bulge grows bigger underneath his palm.

“Are you gonna suck it for me, baby?” he asks quietly, stroking your hair. “You wanna make me feel good?” You lick your lips before making work of Kazuha’s waistband, pulling his joggers and boxers down simultaneously.

He was big; bigger than you had anticipated. You can feel Heizou watching you as you grip onto Kazuha, giving his tip kitten licks before taking it into your mouth. You look up at him innocently and he gulps, eyes fluttering shut as your tongue wraps around his shaft. “Good girl,” he breathes, Adam’s Apple bobbing as you continue to lick him up and down.

You almost choke on Kazuha when you feel Heizou’s tip poking at your dripping underwear. “Fuck, she’s so wet,” he says to nobody in particular, running his length along the soaked fabric. “Tell me how bad you want it.”

A muffled ’please’ can be heard on your end, but Heizou doesn’t take that as an answer. “Gonna need you to speak up, baby. How bad d’you want it?” He flips up your skirt and gives your ass a generous squeeze.

You lift your head off of Kazuha. “So bad!” you whine, and Heizou laughs.

“Dirty girl,” he says through clenched teeth before pushing your underwear aside and sheathing himself inside of you in one thrust that sends you flying face forward onto Kazuha’s lap. “This what you wanted, huh?”

Your groan is slurred as Heizou continues to fuck you roughly, his cock reaching the very depths of your velvety cunt. Kazuha places your hand back on his shaft, prompting you to keep pumping.

“Keep going, there’s a good girl,” Kazuha hums, stroking your hair gently. His actions were largely contrasted to Heizou, whose fingertips were dug into your hips so roughly that they were sure to leave bruises.

“So fuckin’ tight,” he growls through clenched teeth. “Once I’m done with her, you need to have a taste of this cunt, Kazuha.”

Without warning, Heizou climaxes inside of you, cursing quietly as he paints your insides white. The feeling of his warm release just about tips you over the edge too and you orgasm, muscles tensing as you grind out the waves of your sweet release.

“Having trouble over there?” Heizou’s quip is directed at Kazuha, who still hadn’t cum yet. “Looks like someone has ejaculation problems.”

Kazuha scowls. “You’re acting like you shared her fairly,” he says, seething. “The poor girl was too busy being drunk on you that she didn’t even think twice about me.” You gasp lightly when you feel his hands hook under your armpits, lifting you onto his lap.

“D’you still want more?” he whispers, just inches away from your lips. “I can make you feel good … even better than him.” He nods his head towards Heizou.

“Asshole,” Heizou hisses, bringing his cock up to your face and dragging the tip along your lips. You wrap your hand around the base and start pumping slowly, your mouth dropping open as you feel Kazuha begin to slide inside.

“Fuck,” you groan, immediately starting to bounce on Kazuha’s cock. He aids you, hands gripping onto your ass and manoeuvring you up and down. “S-so good, Kazu.”

“Yeah?” he whispers, hips stuttering upwards in time with your movements. “Tell

me how good it feels.”

“It’s so- fuck- so good!” Your voice is muffled by Heizou pushing himself into your mouth, hand pressed to the back of your head as he fucks your face loosely.

Everything about it felt good. You loved the way Kazuha held onto your ass, parting your cheeks and thrusting upwards into your drooling pussy. You loved the sight of Heizou’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as he fucked your mouth, soon cumming on your tongue and fucking it deeper into your throat.

You loved how immediately after Kazuha came inside you they were moving you into a new position, making you lay on your back whilst Heizou rammed into your overflowing cunt. You loved the names they called you; baby, slut, doll, whore. You loved the way they objectified you, using you for their pleasure alone.

You loved it when both men forced you onto your knees and jerked off over your innocent face, lipstick smudged and mascara running down your face as your tongue rested on your bottom lip. You loved it when they covered your face with their cum and watched it dribble down your cheeks, and you loved it when Heizou took out his phone and snapped a picture.

“Good fucking girl,” Heizou says, collecting some cum on his thumb and shoving it into your mouth. “Took both of us so well, didn’t she Kazuha?”

“Yes,” he says simply, tucking himself back into his jeans. “You should come see us for weed more often.”

In your lust drunken haze you smile. In the future, weed won’t be the only thing you’ll be getting from those two.

© ST4RSC4R4’S K1NKT0BER — do not copy, repost or translate my works without permission.

[elsecrytt]

A sandwich suggestion? I'm curious to see what you think of Luci x MC x Mammon 😊

Hehehe,,, I only mentioned how much I like this sandwich once a WHILE ago (and this request came in a bit after that,,,, yes, that's how far behind I am lmao) buT I NEVER FORGET MY LOVES!

The OTP of sandwiches, outside all my other sandwich OTPs - the game itself pushes Lucifer and Mammon as love interests particularly hard, and it also makes a point to mention that Mammon is Lucifer's favorite brother, and vice versa.

It's probably because they know and trust one another so much that they're able to let hostility crop up regularly, express themselves freely and argue over you without it ever becoming a huge problem.

Like sure, they'll complain about one another, but Lucifer trusts Mammon to take care of you, and vice versa. And they trust one another not to try to "steal" you away, and want you all to yourself.

This is one of the only pairings where they can comfortably get away with clashing so often; they're both possessive and they know that about each other.

Mammon is clingy and craves affection; Lucifer will tease him when he snatches you off but lets him off (with the promise of payback).

Lucifer has his own moments of neediness, of wanting to relax and spend time with you alone, and Mammon is an expert at knowing when Lucifer is in need of reassurance or support, and that he needs to back off.

If they weren't both so possessive, they'd be ping ponging you off one another all the time, instead of just on special occasions.

Sure, Lucifer loves you, but he also loves Mammon, and he knows Mammon is still sulking from his last punishment and would be thrilled to go on a shopping trip with you - he can trust you with his credit card, can't he?

(Can you BELIEVE Lucifer thinks he's smooth?? He gets all mushy and acts like a massive sap with that narrow-eyed look of his like he's so slick and sexy???

Sir you are so obviously just pleased with yourself bc you're thinking about how happy you made you favorite human and demon)

And Mammon? Don't be fooled. He absolutely notices when Lucifer's workload gets heavier, when his brother is especially tired and stressed and too wound up to even scold him properly.

He'll turn up the tsun, if he has the heart at all - but even a little bit of prodding will get him to outright tell ya to go knock some sense into him, human! He's actin' like am idiot again, keeping everything to himself.

And it's true. For all his love and devotion towards them, when Lucifer is in need (generally of rest), he always seems to forget he has a family.

He has you. He has Mammon. Lucifer has people he can trust in his life, and his relationships with his brothers have only gotten better since you arrived... him and Mammon not quite excluded.

You'd absolutely all go out together but it might not feel so much like a "date" or a romantic outing; more like spending time with your family.

There's a certain level of intimacy in their bickering, in Lucifer's taunting and Mammon's complaints, how neither of them ever manage to sound that malicious when they talk each other down.

In Lucifer's (mostly) toothless threats and how Mammon crumples like paper before them - in how they both turn to you, Lucifer silently, and Mammon with puppy eyes, to reassure and be reassured, that all it well.

The two absolutely love fawning over you and doting on you. The one thing that could get Mammon to behave might just be seeing Lucifer buy you something that made you happy, and then turn around to threaten to take Goldie away again.

Mammon totally knows what Lucifer is doing. It ain't gonna work! (they both 100% know that this will work)

What Mammon doesn't know is that when he does keep himself out of trouble, shape up his debts over a couple months, and show up right as Lucifer's about to spend time with you to sweet you away on a high class shopping spree and dinner date, Lucifer already has a bottle of wine and his favorite record waiting in his room.

He will sit back, relax, and enjoy himself while going over the records of Mammon's progress, pride swelling warm in his chest.

After all, his two most favorite people in the world are happy - what more could he ask for?

Mammon can't really get back at Lucifer - he doesn't have a mean bone in his body, and even when he does try anything, Lucifer always gets him for it XD

But Mammon does get to be by your side, almost constantly. Where Lucifer has other obligations, other commitments, Mammon is free to spend all his time with you.

He's already winning, and they both know it - it's why Mammon is ever willing to back off when Lucifer calls you to his room alone, despite all his complaints.

They both know the importance of being with you privately, one on one, and are willing to enable each other.

I think being with you also makes Lucifer a bit nicer to Mammon, too. A little less insulting, a little more encouraging - and Mammon response best to encouragement and praise.

Just from you, though!! He doesn't like it when Lucifer gets that look in his eye, like he's... proud of him... or somethin'. He definitely doesn't care if Lucifer tells him "Good job", and that picture Beel has of him "grinning like a fool" is - it was from something else!

Honestly?? I have so much imagery of just. The three of you conking out on Lucifer's bed (bc let me tell you Lucifer is NOT going to Mammon's room); a demon on either side of you, cuddling in.

["Where's the smut, Elsey", you ask - LISTEN I still wanna do smut for Satan/MC/Diavolo, you would not BELIEVE the stuff in my drafts rn okay I'm getting there. I am allowed to have,,, part II,,]

[bounce-a-coin-off-your-witcher]

🥺 babe 🥺 bAbE

What if Jask gets sick at Kaer Morhen but tries to hide it from Geralt bc he doesn't want him to think he's gross/weak/etc? And Geralt has the Feelings Braincell for once?

oh babe... thank you

tw: sickness, falling unconscious, fever, whump/angst with a happy ending

---

Jaskier knew he had a fever the moment he woke up. He could feel it burning beneath this skin like a forge, flushing his face a more vibrant shade of pink than usual. He glared at his reflection in the small, round mirror above his dressing table and willed himself to feel better. It was his first winter at Kaer Morhen, and he didn’t want Geralt to think he’d made a mistake by inviting Jaskier along to stay. The bard knew that his stoic, self-loathing Witcher would blame himself immediately for any misfortune or illness that befell Jaskier. Geralt might even reconsider inviting him back again someday. So he had to keep his little bug a secret until he was well. Surely it was nothing major. Surely it would pass after a few days, unnoticed and unremarkable.

He should have known better.

Jaskier dabbed a bit more perfume than usual (which was generally none at all) beneath his ears and along his wrists. He hoped the peony-lavender mixture would mask whatever kind of scent his illness might carry and slowly, carefully made his way down the long stone staircase that led from the guest bedroom to the enormous kitchen. His limbs felt achy and tired, even though he’d slept heavily the night previous. His head sat heavy and unbalanced atop his shoulders; the world wavered and spun around him as he desperately tried to keep from pitching sideways into the wall. 

“You alright there, boy?” Vesemir asked, catching his eye from the bottom of the stairs. “You seem a bit… nervous.”

Maybe his anxiety was doing a better job of hiding his secret than the perfume. 

“Just a little wool between my ears this morning,” the bard laughed brightly, ignoring the searing pain that throbbed through his chest with the movement, “I think I might go chop some wood and see if the brisk mountain air helps clear it out faster.”

“Hmm,” the eldest Wolf nodded sagely. There was no doubt which teacher Geralt had admired most as a pup. “Alright. Be safe, take care. I’ll send someone to fetch you when breakfast is ready.”

“Thank you, Vesemir,” Jaskier bowed shallowly and headed for the kitchen’s back door. He took the axe into his hands and tried not to sway on his feet from the added weight. The bard covered his tracks by throwing a smile back over his shoulder and pushing the door open. “See you for breakfast!”

He stepped out of the keep and let the heavy slab of wood slam shut behind him. The early morning sky above Kaer Morhen was cloudless and the sun was bright, blinding him entirely. His situation only worsened when the sudden change in temperature, from the warm kitchen to the freezing mountainside, punched the air from his lungs in one thick cloud. He struggled to regain it as he wove his way through the snow drifts to the woodpile. Slowly, and with great effort, Jaskier lined up a thick log to be split.

The world felt watery and far away. His hand, which he knew to be attached to the end of his arm by some miracle, would not obey his command to pick up the axe again. His lungs felt heavy in his chest cavity and his legs suddenly ached with a fierce intensity. 

With a quiet cry of protest against his own body failing him, Jaskier collapsed into the snow.

---

Jaskier’s heartbeat was so slow and quiet, his limbs unmoving and his lips nearly blue from the cold; Geralt wasn’t sure he’d ever been so scared before in his life. He turned to Vesemir and asked, barely keeping the frantic terror from clawing its way out of his throat: “How long was he out there?” 

“Half an hour at most,” the grey Wolf shrugged. “I don’t really remember, Geralt. I was busy taking care of the breakfast arrangements.”

“Fuck!”

“Calm down,” Eskel ordered. He frowned at Geralt from his place at Jaskier’s opposite side. He’d helped carry the bard from the courtyard to Geralt’s room and was just as worried about the human’s wellbeing. “Panicking won’t help him. Now, what’s the problem?”

“It’s hard to tell over all that stupid perfume,” Lambert snarled. “Stupid fucking bard fucking knew we would be able to smell it on him. He covered his gods-damned tracks.”

“Jaskier,” Geralt murmured, having grown suddenly calm. He let the back of his knuckles drag softly across the bard’s too-hot cheek until he could stick a stray lock of sweaty brown hair back behind his ear. “You idiot.”

The bard shifted against the blanket they’d laid him on, his brow wrinkling. His arms twitched slightly, as if he was trying to move them, and he whined plaintively: “G’ralt.”

“I’m here, Jask,” the Witcher replied quickly, forgetting they weren’t alone in the room. He took one of the bard’s freezing hands into his own and began rubbing the warmth back into his fingers. “Don’t worry, we’ll get you better. You’ll be alright.”

“Who are you trying to reassure?” Lambert huffed a short laugh. “You or the bard?”

“Leave off,” Eskel shot his younger brother a glare. The redhead rolled his eyes and moved to lean against the wall near the door. Eskel continued speaking to Lambert, but his eyes were back on Jaskier, who kept trying to get closer to Geralt even in his sleep. “Why don’t you go grab some clean clothes from his room while we get him warmed up and conscious again.”

“Fine,” Lambert spat. But he took off at a quick trot, regardless.

“Geralt, get his wet clothes off and get him wrapped up. Eskel, you come with me to the kitchen. I’ll need help carrying things and I’m sure the bard would prefer some privacy in this particular matter.”

Eskel nodded his agreement and followed Vesemir from the room, leaving Geralt alone with Jaskier. The White Wolf hurried to undress and swaddle the bard with a warm, heavy wool blanket and several furs, talking all the while in a low, worried voice. “Fuck, Jaskier. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry this happened and that you- Why did you hide it? Why wouldn’t you- Are you afraid of me? Is that why you didn’t come to me for help?”

Jaskier’s lids fluttered open and Geralt watched with nervous anticipation as two of the most beautiful eyes he’d ever seen, blue as cornflowers and brighter than the spring sky, tried their best to focus on his face. “Geralt?”

“I’m here, Jaskier. What’s ailing you? Please, tell me how I can help you.”

“Hurts,” the bard managed to groan. “To breathe.”

“Fuck,” Geralt growled. “We need to get you warm. Lambert should be back with your clothes by now.”

Jaskier’s head lolled back against the pillow and he struggled to reach for his Witcher, “Hold me.”

“Huh?”

“I’ll warm up-” he gasped between words, as if every syllable pained him to expel “-faster if… you hold me.”

“Hmm,” Geralt’s brows furrowed in frustration. He knew Jaskier was right, that he’d feel better faster with skin-on-skin contact, but he also wanted to hold Jaskier for other, less emergency-based reasons. That was unacceptable. Losing Jaskier to death or sickness or other human reasons was intolerable but losing him, in all senses of the word, because of Geralt’s impossible feelings? That would be truly horrendous.

The warring factions of his heart were still clamoring over a decision when Eskel and Vesemir re-entered carrying two large trays. One was covered with foodstuffs and the other held an enormous clay teapot and mugs. A small pot of honey, gathered from Vesemir’s very own beehives, was the most obvious sign of affection Geralt had ever seen the older man display for a near-stranger. 

“I’m gonna… get… spoiled,” Jaskier gasped. The eldest Wolf shot Geralt a glare. 

“Why aren’t you in there with him? You know the best way to warm up a hypothermic person is skin contact, Geralt! I certainly taught you better than this.”

“I didn’t-” he stuttered. “I wasn’t-”

“He’s afraid,” Jaskier smiled sadly, cuddling himself deeper into the furs as he turned his gaze towards the fire. All three of the Witchers could smell his sadness, even more potent than the illness ravaging his delicate human body. Geralt winced when his brother and father glared at him in tandem, expressions nearly matching in fury. The bard was still looking away, watching the flames send dancing patterns of light against the stone walls. “Don’t worry… won’t ask… for any more.”

“Jaskier,” Geralt whispered, taking a seat on the edge of the mattress. “May I hold you?”

“Yes.”

“Well, that’s our cue to leave,” Vesemir smiled beneath his mustache. Jaskier was too tired to blush, and opted to bury his head in Geralt’s shoulder instead. “Come along, Eskel. Let’s see what Lambert has gotten up to.”

“What about Jaskier’s clothes?”

“He can borrow Geralt’s for now. I’m sure our White Wolf won’t mind sharing; he’s the possessive type, after all.”

Geralt rolled his eyes and grumbled out of habit more than disagreement. 

When Vesemir and Eskel had gone for good and the door was closed, Geralt pulled Jaskier out of the furs and removed his own shirt. He settled the bard against his chest and buried his nose in Jaskier’s dark hair, breathing in the scents of sweat and sickness and now, thank the gods, tangy-bright happiness. “Gods, Jaskier. Don’t scare me like that ever again. I can’t lose you.”

“I didn’t… want… to disappoint.”

“You never do and never will,” Geralt intoned. He pulled the furs over them both and splayed his large hands across Jaskier’s back. The bard’s skin was overly hot in some places and freezing in others; Geralt buried his panic in order to care for... for the man he loved. He took a deep breath and rubbed slow circles between the bard’s shoulder blades. “I… I love you, Jaskier.”

“Hmm,” the bard hummed tunelessly. “Love you… too.”

Geralt helped him sit up and drink a mug of tea. He listened, slowly allowing himself to relax, as Jaskier’s breathing eased and his heartbeat balanced. When the tea was gone and the fire was re-built to Geralt’s satisfaction, the Witcher tucked Jaskier’s head beneath his chin and wrapped his arms around the bard’s shoulders. “Oh, my little lark. I’ve been so foolish for too long.”

“Yeah,” Jaskier grinned into the Witcher’s warm pectoral. “Me... too.”

“Well, we’ll have plenty of time when you feel better,” Geralt murmured, lips pressing over and over to the top of the bard’s head. Jaskier couldn’t keep himself from smiling, even as he drifted back to sleep. The Witcher felt something settle in his chest when he whispered: “Rest up, dear heart. There are many more adventures to be had.”

[khazrablood]

Unfortunately whoever you heard that from wasn't really correct, and not saying this in a mean way. Actual John Hancock was already from an influential family so he inherited his money and took over I believe his uncle's shipping business or something of that nature. He was one of the richest within the colonies and really enjoyed acting and dressing like a bougie bitch. He also inherited his seat in (prerevolution) Boston's government board from his uncle too, who served that seat for ages before John, making him more of a nepobaby.

He was also really finicky and was scared to stir the pot and was more loyal to the British at the start, but slowly backed away from them only when shit started to affect him and his business personally. From what I remember he flip-flopped a lot and chose the paths that had the least consequences for him following up to the war.

After the Boston Massacre he managed to get the British troops to leave thru negotiations bc he really wanted to avoid conflict with the Crown. He also didn't take part in the Boston Tea Party. He couldn't talk his way out of stopping the shipments from being unloaded and he basically told the people that congregated to do wtfever they saw was reasonable at that point. He knew rioting and doing damage was the next step but didn't want to say it out loud. He didn't want it traced back to him and not be directly responsible for it.

Even after the revolution, OG Hancock avoided conflict in any way possible and just didn't do what a leader needed to do. Him being so avoidant caused issues in the newly formed Massachusetts down the line.

Paul Revere did alert that the Brits were coming, but he was also sent to warn and alert Hancock and Adams that they were gonna be arrested and need to gtfo. They were even called out specifically when the Brits did arrive while wanting to show mercy to everyone else. Hancock did want to stand his ground and fight at first but eventually listened to Adams to settle his ass down and leave with him. I don't remember anything about them alerting others like Revere and the other midnight runners, so I could be wrong since it's been years. They may have during their escape but they were mostly getting the fuck out of dodge bc both Hancock and Adams were better in bureaucracy than fighting.

There were also the several times he was taken to court (mostly for his smuggling operations lol) and had charges dismissed each time. Idk what connections John Hancock or Sam Adams, that acted as his lawyer, had but it's sus when in one instance he was about to be sentenced by the court with everything against him and suddenly gets dismissed. Like yeah he got annoyed and mad constantly having his shipments checked and accused of shit, but he really didn't lift a finger to be confrontational to their faces.

My take away of him, from what I remember of the texts I've read, was that he was really bougie, loved dressing like it, and liked to flaunt it. Honestly, that's one of few things that could be parallel to FO4 Hancock lol (tho this seems like such a niche fact and have 0 confidence that Beth would dig that deep for details especially in history). I guess you can also liken the "it's not a problem until it affected me" thing since it took a drifter he was close to being killed to finally shake his conscience to eventually do something after his self loathing bender. That and smuggling and hoarding shit of value and wealth in general (aka his private storehouse, the Third Rail, letting several chem dealing gangs operate which must be giving a cut to Hancock with the amount of chems lying around in the state house).

Other than that, FO4 Hancock really doesn't fit the pacifistic and moderate positions that the real Hancock was most of his life. FO4 Hancock takes an extreme position and went down an anarchic path bc of how he grew up in a disadvantaged position from the get go. He also really didn't have much of a vision on how to execute a plan to change things (except for execution badumtsss). I say this bc business is running as usual in Goodneighbor like before, besides him trying to make it more accepting of drifters and the more vulnerable. Unfortunately the vulnerable still can't survive there and would still get eaten alive. He has the charisma, which is one of the other positive things that the real Hancock had going for him and made him popular, but has no clue how to proceed and instead got high off his own supply of the same power he stomped out.

And yeah, I understand Lincoln's quote linking to the Railroad (that I also have my grievances with, then again I have a lot of grievances lol). I know I've seen plenty of people actually crediting Hancock with it which is why I even brought it up. It also just feels so baby brained to me? Like Beth thinking it's a subtle reference that will wow players when they make the connection, when it's really glaring and obvious? It just makes it feel like the BBC Sherlock clip of Sherlock going into his "mind palace" thinking he's making some "genius" ass connections but it's in reverse with Beth where it's making it look like there are some illuminati level conspiracy clues when it's not. It's just like collecting the letters on the trail to the Railroad's clubhouse and the password is... railroad.

Idk it might be just me and my dull ass brain filled with too much historical crap. However, if that's how "deep" Beth is going with making historical references, then it just shows to me that they wouldn't go "that deep" into the real John Hancock's history outside of surface level American history that many learn. American history isn't my forte, but even I can admit that shit gets real interesting once you get into the nitty gritty of it and not under the ultra patriotic/nationalistic way it's taught in schools.

Very sorry, especially to OP, for smearing a massive wall of text about history on a Fallout post.

fnv: one of your companions parallels cato the younger, in that he committed a furious, messy suicide as a final defiant "fuck you" to the mad caesar who kept him enslaved as a caretaker and advisor

fo4: one of your companions parallels john hancock in that he has that person's name and hat

[mythiccheroacademia]

—lunch box

A/N: just another cute idea i had because i’m obsessed with barbarian/dragon king!bakugo and fantasy shit in general. some context: you and bakugo are betrothed—although, sometimes you wish you weren’t bc he can be a real asshole. luckily for you, he’s willing to work on it bc he likes loves you just that much. a litte angst (it wouldn’t be a mtha story without it) but it ends in fluff <3

Warnings: cursing

Your friends looked at their food with heart eyes and dug into the neatly wrapped box with fever.

“Ahh! Thank you for making this, Y/N!” one of them exclaimed. The other could only nod in agreement, too into your cooking to speak.

You smiled and waved them off. “It was nothing. Consider it a thank you for letting me copy the homework last night,” you chuckled.

“Did you cook one for Prince Bakugo? I’d imagine he’d love it! If there’s anyone’s cooking he loves more than his own, it’s yours!”

At the mention of his name, your expression fell. You looked down at the case of food you had prepared for him as an apology.

Four days ago, you two were hanging around his residence. You managed to get him to dance around with you. Well, it more like you were dancing and he was doing his best not to combust in embarrassment. Katsuki warned you that you shouldn’t be too reckless otherwise you’d break something.

Of course, you paid him no mind, too enthralled with your fun to notice your proximity to a nearby statue—one of the Bakugo family’s treasures.

One thing led to another, and you knocked it over, shattering it before either of you could even react. Your rich skin lost its glow and your boyfriend cursed something nasty.

Least to say, his parents were not happy. But instead of being rightfully scolded, Bakugo had taken the blame for it.

They found him attempting to clean it up and assumed it was his fault. You wanted to correct them, but he threw you a nasty glare, sealing your mouth shut. He was now under punishment until they deemed fit and from then on, he hadn't spoken a friendly word to you.

A little sigh escaped your lips. Your two friends looked at each other before offering you encouraging smiles.

“Hey,” one spoke, placing a hand on your knee. You met her gaze. “You should go give it to him. He’d love it.”

There was a moment of silence before you decided to act. Taking the spur of confidence, you stood up and briskly made your way to the other classroom. Just before you entered, you heard his voice and felt your heart waver with anxiousness.

However, now wasn’t the time to let doubt consume you. Things wouldn’t get better until something was done.

You took a deep breath, calming your nerves, before opening the door and walking in. Your eyes scanned the room and found the young dragon prince amongst his group of friends.

Jaw set, you walked over to them, hands firmly around the packaged food.

Kirishima saw you first and gave you a friendly wave.

“Hey Princess L/N!”

“Hi boys! How’re ya doing?” you politely asked, putting on your best smile.

They gave you an upbeat answer that lifted your spirits.

Despite that, you hadn't heard a response from Bakugo. In fact, he hadn't even looked at you—but you wouldn’t be disheartened. You fueled herself with faux confidence and held out the dish to your betrothed.

“I-I made you something small yesterday, as an apology,” you stuttered.

Katsuki finally looked up, indifference in his stare. Ruby eyes flickered down to the box filled with rice, chicken, vegetables, and a small pastry on the side. His favorite kind. For a moment, he seemed like considered your offer, but you suffered the low blow of humiliation when he turned away to look through the window.

“Thanks, but I’ve already eaten. Should’ve given it to me earlier.”

Something in your stomach fell. Crushing rejection blossomed up your throat with each passing second. His words were cold, harsh, and unforgiving. It might’ve been stupid, overdramatic even, but it hurt.

Heartbroken wasn’t even the word.

Your nose burned, eyes blurring before you could stop it. Your chest tightened with embarrassment. Luckily, you mustered enough strength to hold in whatever was threatening to crumble you.

“Oh,” you dumbly responded.

“I’ll take it!” Kaminari excitedly said.

“No, I will! I’m still starving!” Kirishima chided.

You placed the box down, struggling to keep up your act.

“Split it between the both of you. I hope it’s good!” You internally winced over how high your voice had become. “I’m gonna to get going now. I’ll see you guys after school, yeah?”

And before anything else was said, you bolted straight out of the room. You hadn’t bothered to look at Katsuki. Knowing him, he probably hadn't noticed the strain in your voice.

As soon as you were out of sight, the tears flooded. You held your hands against your mouth, desperate to muffle your cries. You quickly took you into the nearest bathroom and you prayed no one had seen you lest there be questions. If you went to your friends, it’d cause a commotion. Your parents would eventually find out and you didn’t want any more problems.

So, you cried your eyes raw and eventually willed yourself to stop when it was time to return to class.

…

The week had gone by without another interaction. The weekend brought you some relief since you wouldn’t be forced to see Katsuki’s face for the time being. Or so you thought.

All you wanted to do was run some errands for your parents and then go back home and continue sulking. Yet the universe would not let you rest.

The moment you caught Bakugo’s eyes, you pivoted on your heel and booked it the other way. You assumed his anger with you would force him to keep his distance.

But you were thoroughly surprised to find he was following after you.

“Y/N,” he called.

Irritation and hurt filled your chest. You only walked faster, clutching the purse against her chest.

“Y/N, stop,” he demanded to which you promptly ignored.

This went on for a good thirty seconds until Bakugo decided he had enough. Without much noise, he ran up to you, grabbing you by the shoulder.

You weren’t having it.

You harshly shrugged off his hand. “Don’t touch me,” you snapped, keeping your eyes forward.

“I need to talk to you,” Katsuki grumbled.

“Well I don’t want to talk to you. So maybe some other time.”

Truthfully, the crowned prince found himself shocked at your coldness. Despite your innate boldness, he wasn’t used to such an icy tone. Especially directed at him.

His father warned him to never attack in these situations, but Bakugo let his temper get the best of him. His first reaction was to frown and deal back harsher words.

“What’s your fucking problem, dumbass? When I say stop, stop!”

A spike of anger flooded your veins. You whirled around on your heel and glared at him with frosty eyes. You felt compelled to drop your papers and slap him, but instead, you settled for a finger in his face.

“First of all, I’m not some dog you can just order around, you jerk! And just because we’re betrothed doesn’t mean I’m some girl you can treat like dirt whenever you feel like it! Until you apologize, leave me alone because my only problem right now is you. Bye.”

And just as quickly as you came, you turned to leave.

Now Bakugo was actually stunned. Forget, cold, this was a side of you he hadn't ever experienced. Admittedly, he hadn’t been spoken to like that from anyone besides his mother—and she only got away with it because she was not only the queen…but he was his mom.

Katsuki honestly didn’t know how to handle it. It was only then that he concentrated back on his father’s advice. Whenever his mother was upset with his dad, his father would fight back, but never with emotional anger. Always with humbleness and an understanding tongue.

It usually did the trick considering his mother could never stay upset with him for more than a night. It always struck the teen with hidden awe. Sometimes, Katsuki thought his dad was an angel.

Bakugo was no angel, but he hoped it’d have the same affect on you.

The blonde teen softened his face and walked up behind you. He stopped you, wrapping his arms around your waist to lie his forehead against the decorated braids the fell down your back.

“Damn it. I’m sorry okay?” he lowly said, face burning from such a public display of affection. “Just hear me out.”

You didn’t speak and he clenched his jaw.

“Please.”

You inwardly cursed your rapidly beating heart. If it weren’t for how stupidly nice being in his arms was (he was definitely working out more), and the fact that you found him kinda cute begging for your permission, maybe you wouldn’t have caved in so easily.

For now, you’d blame it on the fact that you two were destined to wed. It was better to start dealing with fights now so, hopefully, the future held less of them.

You heaved a sigh, unwillingly ignoring your body’s urge to curl in his arms. Instead, you pulled away and turned to face him. You peered into unsure crimson eyes with as much harshness you could conjure.

“Fine. Speak,” you permitted.

There was a small pause as he gathered his thoughts. When he opened his mouth, you instantly regretted it.

“I’m still mad at you for being dumb and breaking one of family’s treasures. And I’m still fucking pissed that my old hag is on my ass about it,” he started and noticed how your eyes narrowed in contempt.

You were about to turn away, thinking this was a waste of time. However, Bakugo took a hold of your wrist before you could leave.

“Leave me alone! If you didn’t want to get in trouble, you should’ve just let me take the blame. I can't believe I thought you’d apologize—“

“Let me finish, princess.”

It was your title, yet you felt your stomach flip when it came from his lips. You refused to let it influence you…but you’d give him another chance.

Bakugo stepped closer to you. “I’m upset, but I took the punishment because I wanted to. You didn’t mean to break it. Accidents happen, I understand that.”

There was a pregnant pause. Then, you softened your gaze a bit, eyes still lit with inquiry. “Why? Why would you do that if it meant getting in trouble? I could’ve taken the blame just fine.”

“Y/N, you freak the fuck out whenever you don’t get a perfect score on an exam. You try not to mess up and when you do, it’s like the world is ending,” he explained with a teasing smirk. You ungracefully snorted. He had a point. “When you broke the vase, I could hear your heart drop. You were two seconds away from crying. And when I saw how scared you looked I just—I don’t know.”

The look on your face was something between shock, surprise, and wonder. You blinked, thick lips parting slightly in awe.

“Katsuki…” you breathed to which the boy heavily blushed. Realizing how sappy he sounded, his mind screamed at him to cut it out.

Bakugo looked down and noticed he was still holding your wrist. He quickly let go and instinctively rubbed the nape of his neck.

“D-don’t be dramatic. I just didn’t wanna see you moping around or some shit. My father said that it wasn’t that important anyway…the vase I mean,” he mumbled.

Sure it wasn’t, you thought. What were you gonna do with this boy?

You supposed an apology was a good start.

“That was very nice and admirable of you Katsuki. Thank you,” you eventually said. “I’m still really sorry about the vase, and for being mean to you just now.”

He shook his head. “I know, but I’m the one that should be apologizing. I ain’t hafta treat you the way I did. I was being an ass for not accepting the food you made for me earlier.”

“Yeah you were, ya bastard.”

He chuckled at that. “The two idiots wouldn’t stop raving over how good it was.”

“Well, I had the best teacher in the kingdom,” you grinned.

“And I had an even better student,” he winked.

Your smile widened. Maybe marrying him wouldn’t be so bad.

You couldn’t help yourself when you heartily embraced him, enjoying how his arms slowly slithered around the small of your back. Your eyes met and you kissed him on the lips, leaving him with a little gasp. You pulled away and giggled under your breath.

“You know, you're a sweet guy underneath all that false bravado.”

“False brav—what the hell are you going on about!?”

Ignoring his explosive behavior, you readjusted the straps on your shoulder before turning on your heel.

“Don’t bring anything for lunch on Monday, okay? I’ll see you later, blondie.”

Despite his little tantrum, Bakugo still watched you disappear into the store with a gentle expression. You gave him more headaches than he cared for, but you were worth it. Besides, he was sure you could say the same for him.

Bakugo turned to leave and passed his fingertips over where your lips touched his own.

He’d never admit to the giddiness in his chest. He’d take that shit to the grave.