#not good for you but i am at the spot where i think i would rather cut years off my life than to keep dealing with pms for 1-2 weeks every

[slvttyplum]

do y’all think sukuna cries while he has sex? well, i do, and my opinion is the only one that matters, so… follow me so i can show you the vision.

sukuna was usually stone-faced, barely showing any emotion even though he was madly in love with you, only showing his emotions when he was angry, men am i right?

sex was filled with things his old-ass body couldn’t handle, especially when you were sucking and fucking him so good he couldn’t think.

his big rough hands holding onto your hips like you were going to fly away while you bounced up and down on his dick like a hyper bunny, how could he control himself?

sukuna hated it; once he started to feel those tears slide down his face, he got angry, taking his anger out on you, but you couldn’t complain.

when sukuna actually put work into fucking you, your orgasms were back-to-back like clockwork; your body was on fire.

he would flip you on your back and go to work, stuffing you with his cum, trying his hardest not to let the waterworks come, but they did, along with yours.

fucking you nice and rough until he threw his back out, collapsing on top of you while he cried.

sukuna didn’t like you seeing him in this fucked-out state where he couldn’t control how his body reacted to pleasure, so he would nuzzle his face into your neck.

“are those… are those tears?”

sukuna quickly stuck out his tongue, running it over the same spot he was crying in and sucking over it.

“the fuck? no, i’m just giving you a kiss.”

nothing pissed him off more than getting read like a book. just continuing to fuck you through the tears as different emotions crashed down on him.

he's a whiny bitch; he can't handle pleasure, let alone you riding him to the sunset while his dick was going overdrive inside of you, tears streaming down his face while he sniffled.

i think he would eventually stop caring and full-on sob while he's inside of you, letting the tears just run down his cheeks while you rode him, fuck yeah.

[heliosunny]

Your writing for Phainon is soon good 💖 How about something with a Dragon-shifter!Reader who kidnaps Prince!Phainon as dragons do - maybe to get a nice ransom from the royal family - the only problem is that he ain't interested in getting rescued. And may have just slaughtered the knights sent to free him and slay the dragon himself.

Yandere!Phainon x Dragon-shifter!Reader

The sky was dark by the time you reached the ruins of the castle, the stone walls jagged and broken from age, yet still standing against the weight of time. It was a place long forgotten, nestled deep within the mountains, far beyond the reach of any kingdom, perfect for keeping a prince.

“You’re a bold one, I’ll give you that.”

Prince Phainon mused, his voice calm despite the chains coiling around his wrists. His silver-white hair was tousled from the rough flight, his blue eyes gleaming in the dim torchlight.

“Most would hesitate before daring to steal a royal away.”

You ignored him, dragging him forward. You had to admit, his lack of fear was… annoying. Maybe even unsettling. He hadn’t even screamed when you plucked him from his fancy palace, claws closing around him like a vice. He merely stared, as if daring you to drop him.

"Don’t waste your breath" you muttered, shoving open the rusted iron doors. Dust rose from the disturbance, swirling in the air. "You’re not here for conversation."

Phainon chuckled, unfazed. "No? Then why am I here, oh mighty beast?"

You tossed him forward. He landed on his knees with a grunt, but when he lifted his gaze, there was something dangerously amused about the way he looked at you.

"Ransom" you finally said. "Your kingdom will pay handsomely to get their precious prince back."

His laughter filled the place.

Your brow twitched. "What’s so funny?"

Phainon grinned up at you, shoulders shaking. "Oh, you poor, clueless thing. You really think they’ll come for me?" He leaned back, tilting his head. "Let me spare you the disappointment, they won’t. Not before they send someone to kill you first."

You narrowed your eyes. That was expected, of course. Kings rarely sent gold before swords. But it didn’t matter. You could handle any knight they threw your way.

"Then I’ll just have to deal with them." you said.

Phainon hummed, watching you with something unreadable in his gaze. He tilted his head, his smirk never faltering.

"You truly have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into, do you?"

You ignored him. The sooner you got him locked away, the sooner you could rest. The flight back had taken a toll, not that you’d ever admit it. Transforming, carrying a fully grown man in your claws, keeping to the shadows to avoid unnecessary fights… It was exhausting. And the moment you’d dumped Phainon inside the ruined halls of your abandoned castle, all you could think about was tending to your aching limbs.

Chains had been enough to keep him in place, or so you assumed. You doubted he’d escape, and even if he did, where would he go? You were deep in the mountains, miles away from the nearest civilization.

And so, you left him to his own devices, disappearing into one of the castle’s still-standing chambers. A cracked mirror leaned against the wall, reflecting your disheveled form. You frowned, brushing dirt from your arms before pouring water into a rusted basin, splashing it against your face.

Just a quick rinse. Then, rest.

You didn’t notice the absence of chains.

Didn’t hear the soft, amused laughter echoing down the halls.

Didn’t realize your supposed prisoner had already slipped away.

Phainon rolled his shoulders as he strode through the forest, fingers brushing over the hilt of the sword he had so generously reclaimed from the ruins. His smirk widened. Really, he should be thanking you. It had been far too long since he had been truly entertained.

Ahead, the sound of armored footsteps drew his attention. He didn’t slow his pace, letting the knights spot him first. Their reactions were immediate- relief, determination, wariness.

"Your Highness!" One of them, a captain by the look of his insignia, rushed forward. "You’re safe! We came as soon as we heard-"

"Safe?" Phainon interrupted smoothly, tilting his head. "Was I ever in danger?"

The knights exchanged glances. "The beast-"

"Was nothing more than a misguided fool" he finished, brushing nonexistent dust from his sleeve. "I was just about to return, after dealing with my own business of course. No need for all this… concern."

The captain hesitated. "We can’t allow that, Your Highness. We must escort you—"

A sigh. Phainon turned his gaze to the trees, as if contemplating. "Ah, what a shame" he murmured. "I told you I would return."

He moved before they could react.

Steel flashed. Blood spattered against bark. The knights barely had time to scream before his blade cut through them like a whisper. Limbs crumpled, bodies fell. Their eyes, wide with shock, stared at him even in death.

Phainon exhaled, stepping over the corpses without a second thought.

"Now, then" he murmured, wiping his blade clean. "Where were we?"

With a smirk, he turned back toward the castle.

His little dragon was waiting.

Phainon pushed open the heavy wooden door, the creak echoing through the abandoned chamber. His eyes flicked over the dimly lit space, stone walls worn by time, a tattered bed of old furs, and there, lying in the center, a figure.

Not a dragon.

A human.

His brows lifted slightly, the only sign of his surprise. The realization came quickly, his captor was no ordinary beast. The dragon and this person were one and the same.

Leaning against the doorway, he observed you. Your breath was steady, though he noted the faint twitch of your fingers. He could slit your throat now, end this little game before it spiraled further.

But where would the fun be in that?

He stepped closer.

The moment his foot scuffed against the stone, your eyes snapped open.

Your instincts took over before reason could settle in, because your captive was free, because he had a sword again, because he stood over you with an unreadable smirk.

You moved in a flash.

Your hands shot out, grabbing at his limbs, forcing them down. Chains slithered from beneath the bedding, precautions you had set up, ones that now snapped into place with ease. His wrists slammed against the cold floor, and with a sharp twist, you locked his legs as well.

You pressed a knee against his chest, breathing heavy. "How did you escape?"

Phainon merely chuckled, entirely too amused despite his current position. "You should be asking yourself.. how did you fall for it?"

You narrowed your eyes.

His strength was not that of an ordinary man, you realized that when he shifted slightly beneath you, and your balance nearly tipped. He was holding back.

"You really are something else" he mused, tilting his head, the flickering firelight casting shadows over his sharp features. His blue eyes dragged over you, lingering, intrigued. "What should I call you? Or do you prefer ‘beast’?"

You didn’t answer.

His smirk widened. "You’re quite breathtaking up close, you know."

You scowled. "Spare me your empty words."

He laughed. "Oh, but I never lie." He shifted slightly, testing the chains, his muscles tensing beneath you. "And I never let myself be bound for long."

You barely had time to react before he tore free, a sheer burst of strength shattering his restraints like they were nothing. You leaped back, but not fast enough, his hands shot out, grabbing your wrist, flipping you before you could reach for another weapon.

The cold edge of his sword pressed against your throat.

For the first time, you truly looked at him, not as a mere human, but something far more dangerous.

His grip was firm, yet his touch was almost playful. His smirk was unreadable, a dangerous mix of amusement and something else entirely.

"You were saying?" he murmured.

Your lips curled, sharp canines glinting. "You assume too much."

Before his blade could descend, your form shifted- partly.

Your tail, thick with scales, shot forward, blocking the strike with an echoing clang. Sparks flew as his sword clashed against it, the force sending a tremor through the room.

Phainon’s smirk faltered for only a second before morphing into something else- pure, unfiltered intrigue.

"...Oh" he breathed, almost in awe. "Now this is getting interesting."

Phainon barely had time to act before you twisted, your tail sweeping low and knocking him off balance. His sword arm jerked, and you seized the opportunity, shifting back into your human form just enough to move swiftly, you grabbed his wrist, spun behind him, and yanked it up toward his back.

"Persistent" he said, amusement still lacing his voice, even as you forced him down.

"Annoying." you countered, your grip like iron as you shoved him to the cold stone floor.

The chains were still broken, so you resorted to something sturdier. From the corner, you grabbed thick, enchanted rope- strong enough to hold even creatures of great power. You looped it around his wrists, pulling them behind his back, then secured his legs in a way that left minimal room for struggle.

Despite being effectively restrained again, Phainon’s smirk remained, sharp and taunting. "You do like tying me up, don’t you? Should I be flattered or concerned?"

You yanked the rope tighter. "Be quiet."

A chuckle. "As you wish, my dear captor."

With a roll of your eyes, you stepped back, observing your handiwork. He was bound tightly this time, no easy way out, not unless he wanted to snap his own limbs.

But before you could relish your victory, he sighed dramatically.

"At least let me bathe before you keep me here like some caged beast" he drawled, his expression the perfect mixture of false suffering and noble exasperation. "I reek of blood. Is this any way to treat a prince?"

You scoffed. "You are a beast."

"And yet, I still deserve some dignity" he quipped, tilting his head. "Unless you enjoy the scent of dried blood and sweat?"

Your nose wrinkled. You didn’t.

Annoyance prickled at you, but you relented. He was still tied up. What harm could a bath do?

"Fine" you muttered.

Before he could gloat, you grabbed the ropes binding his limbs, dragged him up, and hauled him across the room.

Phainon let out a surprised grunt as you tugged him along. "Ah—so forceful. If you wanted to drag me somewhere private, you could’ve asked."

You ignored him.

The abandoned castle still had an intact bathhouse, a large pool of water fed by an underground spring. With one final tug, you yanked him forward and—

SPLASH!

You threw him in.

Phainon resurfaced with a sharp inhale, his silver hair now plastered to his face, water dripping down his broad shoulders. He blinked once. Twice. Then, he tilted his head up at you, his smirk both impressed and incredulous.

"You know" he mused, "when I asked for a bath, I expected something a little more… dignified."

You crossed your arms. "Be grateful I didn’t throw you off a cliff instead."

"Ah, but would you really? You seem far too attached already."

You grabbed a bucket and unceremoniously dumped more water over his head.

"Pfah!" He sputtered, shaking his head like a wet dog before blinking up at you again, lips curling into something downright mischievous. "If you wanted to get my clothes off, you could've just said so."

Your face twitched.

You promptly turned and walked out, leaving him tied up in the bath to deal with himself.

"Wait—! You’re just leaving me here?"

"You'll figure it out."

His laughter echoed behind you. "I like you more and more, little dragon."

The morning greeted you with an unfamiliar sound—soft, deep, and far too close. A hum. A HUM?

It took a moment for your groggy mind to register it. A gentle, unhurried melody, smooth as silk, drifting through the cool air of your chamber. You stirred, cracking one eye open, only to groan and bury your face into the pillow.

Phainon.

The silver-haired prince, your supposed prisoner, sat beside your bed, his arms resting casually on the frame as he leaned forward, watching you with the ease of a man who belonged there. He was freshly bathed from last night, his damp silver locks tousled slightly, his tunic loose at the collar. But what was most irritating was the absolute serenity in his expression as he continued to hum.

It wasn’t even an unpleasant sound. If anything, it was oddly calming.

"Shut up" you muttered, dragging the blanket over your head.

Phainon merely chuckled, his voice still low with sleep. "Good morning to you too, little dragon."

"Not a morning person?"

You groaned louder, pressing your hands over your ears.

His humming didn’t stop. If anything, it turned into an actual song, low, lyrical words spilling effortlessly from his lips.

You flung a pillow at him.

He caught it easily, smirking. "Tsk, so violent. I’m just trying to lighten the mood."

"You shouldn’t be here." You finally sat up, glaring. "How are you here?"

Phainon tilted his head, eyes glinting with amusement. "You tied me up, threw me into a bath, and then left me. Did you really think that would keep me contained?"

Your frown deepened. He was strong, you knew that, but you had used enchanted rope this time. He shouldn’t have been able to slip free so easily.

As if reading your thoughts, Phainon propped his chin on one hand, smirking. "I’ll let you in on a secret," he murmured, voice dipping. "I’ve never been trapped. I just enjoy watching you try."

You hated how easily his words sent a flicker of unease down your spine.

But before you could reply, the distant sound of armor clanking and hurried footsteps caught your attention.

Phainon let out a sigh, stretching leisurely, as if the mere idea of more interruptions exhausted him. "Ah. Took them long enough."

You shot up, shoving him aside. "Stay here."

You didn’t wait for his response. Rushing down the stone corridors, you made your way to the castle’s entrance. The knights were already spilling into the ruins, swords drawn, scanning the area. Their captain, a broad-shouldered man with a scar across his cheek—stepped forward.

"You there!" he barked. "We received word that Prince Phainon was taken by a dragon. Where is he?"

You hesitated. Your first instinct was to tell them you were the dragon, but something in your gut warned you against it. You had no love for humans, but you weren’t bloodthirsty either. You had taken Phainon for ransom, not war.

But before you could decide how to respond— Phainon let out a chuckle.

He stepped out from behind you, his gaze sweeping over the assembled knights like a wolf among sheep. His sword was already in his hand.

The captain’s face twisted in relief. "Your Highness! We came to rescue you—"

"Rescue me?" Phainon repeated, voice laced with mockery. "From what, exactly?"

The knights stiffened. "From the dragon—!"

Phainon then moved.

Steel sliced through the air, swift and merciless. Blood sprayed across the stone.

Silence.

Then, chaos.

The remaining knights recoiled in horror, some shouting, some scrambling to draw their weapons. But it was already too late.

You could only watch.

Your breath hitched as the last knight staggered back, his sword shaking in his grasp. "Y-Your Highness, what—?"

Phainon drove his blade clean through the man’s chest.

A ragged gasp. A final shudder. Then, nothing.

As the last body collapsed, Phainon exhaled, flicking blood from his blade. His posture remained relaxed, unaffected, as if he had merely completed a morning exercise.

Then, slowly, he turned to you.

His smirk was still there, unchanged, unwavering. But his eyes…

Cold. Sharp. Unrelenting.

He murmured, voice smooth as silk. "Where were we?"

Your breath came in ragged bursts. The scent of blood—fresh, thick, suffocating, filled the abandoned halls. Around you, bodies lay strewn, once armored knights reduced to mere corpses. And at the center of it all stood him.

Phainon, the prince you had kidnapped, the human you thought was nothing more than an arrogant, troublesome captive. Now, standing before you, bathed in crimson, he was something else entirely.

"You…" Your voice was hoarse, almost unrecognizable. "What have you done?"

Phainon tilted his head, flicking stray droplets of blood from his blade. "What needed to be done" he said simply, as if that explained everything.

Your claws curled. You could feel the shift pulling at your skin, your instincts screaming at you to fight. "They came to help you."

He chuckled. "Did they?" His piercing blue eyes met yours, unblinking. "Or did they come to drag me back to a place I had no intention of returning to?"

You gritted your teeth. "You killed your own men!"

"And yet, here I stand." He took a step toward you, slow and deliberate. "And you, little dragon, haven’t run. Haven’t struck me down. Why is that?"

Your pulse pounded in your ears. You had so many reasons. The problem was, you couldn’t pick one.

Because you were stunned. Because your mind still reeled from what you had just witnessed.

"You’re a monster" you snarled.

Phainon exhaled, his smirk softening, something almost fond flickering across his blood-smeared features. "I never claimed to be a hero."

That was it. That was the moment your restraint snapped.

You lunged.

Your tail lashed out, striking toward him like a whip, but he was fast. He sidestepped, blade flicking up just in time to meet your claws. Sparks flew as steel met scale.

"That’s more like it" he purred.

You growled, twisting, your tail sweeping at his legs. He jumped back, but you were already on him again, clawed hands gripping his tunic, shoving him hard against the stone wall.

"You think this is amusing?" you hissed, your breath hot against his face.

Phainon smiled.

"You’re magnificent when you’re angry" he murmured.

Your grip tightened. "I should rip you apart."

His smirk didn’t waver. "But you won’t."

Damn him for being right.

You hated that you hesitated. You hated that your instincts, your dragon instincts, were at war with something else entirely.

"You’ve fascinated me from the moment you took me" he confessed. "At first, I thought it was amusement. Curiosity." He tilted his head, the sharp edges of his expression easing just slightly. "But it’s more than that, isn’t it?"

"You could have killed me" he continued, as if weaving the truth between you both. "Yet you didn’t." His eyes traced your face, your form, like he was memorizing every detail. "And I could have killed you. Yet I won’t."

Your chest heaved. "Why?"

His fingers brushed your wrist, so gently, so deliberately.

"Because I don’t want to." His smile turned wicked. "Because I want you."

Your world tilted.

Your claws flexed, your mind screaming at you to reject it. To deny him. But Phainon only looked at you like he had already won. And you hated that you didn’t know if he was wrong.

You were still seething when Phainon led you toward the kingdom’s gates.

You should have run. You should have killed him.

But instead, you were here, walking beside the man who should have been your prisoner, yet somehow, you felt like the one who had been captured.

The city was alive with murmurs the moment the two of you entered. The scent of blood still clung to Phainon’s clothes, a stark contrast to his relaxed demeanor. People gasped, whispered, stepped aside as he walked through the streets with you in tow.

But it was nothing compared to the reaction inside the royal palace.

The moment the throne room doors burst open, the king and queen, seated on their ornate thrones, turned with sharp, wide-eyed disbelief.

"Phainon?" the king's voice was filled with stunned relief. "You're alive?"

The queen clutched her chest. "The knights said.." She hesitated, gaze flickering toward you. "Who is this?"

You barely had time to part your lips before Phainon slung an arm around your shoulders and pulled you against him.

His next words sent a ripple of shock through the room.

"This?" His smirk was downright predatory. "This one belongs to me now."

The king's expression darkened. "Phainon!"

"You sent knights to retrieve me," he interrupted smoothly. "And they failed. Miserably." He glanced down at you, as if you were some prize he had won rather than a kidnapper-turned-reluctant-companion. "So I took something better in return."

Your lips parted in disbelief. "Excuse me?"

His grip tightened ever so slightly. "Careful, little dragon," he murmured against your ear, low enough that only you could hear. "You wouldn’t want them thinking you’re protesting too much, now would you?"

Your body tensed. He was toying with you. In front of his entire court.

The queen’s hands trembled. "You’re injured—"

"A small price for something so valuable." Phainon mused, tilting his head. "Wouldn’t you agree?"

The nobles in the room exchanged whispers, none daring to speak aloud.

The king exhaled slowly, fingers tightening over the armrest of his throne. "What are you planning, Phainon?"

The prince's smirk widened. "Why, to keep them, of course."

The king finally spoke, his voice cold and measured. "Phainon, do you even understand what you're saying? You cannot simply claim someone as yours—"

"Oh, but I already have." Phainon’s grip on you was firm, his tone laced with amusement. "And I dare anyone to take them from me."

The challenge hung thick in the air, sending another wave of murmurs through the court.

You clenched your fists, resisting the urge to bare your fangs. "I am not some trinket to be owned."

Phainon turned to you, unbothered by your defiance, his lips curling into a lazy smirk. "Of course not." His hand brushed against yours, a deliberate taunt. "You’re something much rarer than that."

You glared at him, heat rising to your cheeks, not from flattery, but from the sheer audacity of this human.

"Fine" you bit out, eyes narrowing. "But don’t think for a second that this means I belong to you. Make sure to keep your promise."

Phainon chuckled, tilting his head as if indulging a joke only he understood. Then, leaning in, he whispered just loud enough for you to hear:

"Oh, little dragon… you just haven't realized it yet."

And with that, the prince turned back to his stunned parents, still grinning like a man who had won everything.

You exhaled slowly. Knowing at least you won't have to live a miserable life anymore.

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To the person who requested this, I had fun writing. I think they'll make a cool dragon-prince duo on the battlefield. :333

[redgoldsparks]

I went all out for Hourly Comics Day 2025! These took between 6-7 hours to draw across three days, and then another at least hour to scan and edit which I wasn't in the mood to do which is why they are a week late lol. Had a wonderful time at Lumacon though and I'm glad I was able to document it! Transcript below the cut :)

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Page 1

7:50am: Alarm goes off

Morning phone: check eSIMs, insta, discord, Spanish vocab 

El tiene pelo largo 

Jonathan Van Ness, is that you…?

Drops App 

8am: My friends gave me a delicious new black tea that’s very easy to over steep 

3 minutes seemed too long, but 2:30 was a bit weak… I’ll try 2:45… 

Honestly, I prefer a tea where I can leave the bag in the whole time I drink the cup… 

For the first time in many years I’m actually doing something cool on hourly comics day! Today is Lumacon! This is the show’s 11th year- I think I’ve only missed 1. For the first time, it’s raining on con day!

Page 2

I’m so glad we had another avocado!

This bagel was so chunky I cut it into perfect thirds. Perfection

It’s so rare that I’m awake before my parents… SIP

Should I write about Larrupin sauce? My friend Alina buys this for me up in Humboldt since it’s hard to find… 

Every object/moment suggests a story when I’m paying attention! 

8 to 9am

Page 3 

Pick up Martina! Very cute raincoat (@martinamonster-art )

Chatting and Ateez on the drive 9 to 9:30

OMG why am I drawing cars :( 

LUMACON! 10-11AM 

My newest zine is a recruitment zine for Authors Against Book Bans (AABB). 

I zero in on folks I know to be authors–

Maia: I want you– 

Author: Me? 

Maia: To join AABB! (info zine)

Author: Oh thanks! I will! 

Maia: This zine is so fun to hand out!

Page 4 

Teen: Thank you so much for writing Gender Queen. I gave it to my mom and she credits it for a lot of her understanding. I came out as gender queer a year ago and she said “I love you.” I don’t know if that would have been possible without the book! 

Maia: Thank you for saying that! 

Different teen: I want to buy a copy of your book but I need to make more sales first. 

Maia: Where’s your table? 

Teen: Behind you 

Look. 

I spot some of the cutest round crochet bois I’ve ever seen including a nonbinary bee

Maia: Can I please trade you a book for that bee?! 

Teen: OMG yes! 

You know it’s a good trade when both parties think they got the better deal! 

12pm 

Page 5

I check in with Anna (@thebeanbaguette) 1pm 

Maia: How’s the con so far? 

Anna: Really good! I love how many furries are here! 

Maia: Oh yeah it’s fun

Maia: I had never seen the skull fursuit head before this show… for the size event it’s impressive furry turn out 

Cute goth/pastel couple 

Anna: To be honest, I’d love to get a fursuit head one day… and the hands! 

Anna: But I don’t know what animal…

(Table is covered in cute rats)

Later, another friend comments 

Cynthia: So many furries here! 

Maia: Yes, the per capita is very high… sign of a healthy ecosystem! 

(we all wore masks all day I just forgot to draw them) 

Page 6 

My friend Nic comes to visit & cover my table during my lunch break- 2pm

Nic: Don’t worry I’ll do my best impersonation of you! I’ll even sign books with your name!

Maia: Okay, great, thanks!

Maia: (Has not had water, snack or bathroom break in 6 hours)

Later we chat with Gio, another friend about knowing when a story is done

Maia: I had a publisher reject a pitch basically saying “this isn’t fully baked yet” which… was true. 

Nic: Unfortunately I’m doing that to myself! I’m on the 4th draft of this short story that just needs to be done. 

Gio: But when it’s a personal project how do you know? 

Gio: When it’s my own work, no deadline, no editor, it’s tempting to just keep putting it back in the oven. But at what point are you like, I’m making crackers. I thought it was bread but it turned into crackers! 

Page 7

3-4pm last hour of the con

My parents came! My Taekwondo teacher came! A trans teen who came to my first Gender Queer event in 2019 came! I saw so many friends & my heart is full! Thank you Luma! 

4:30

Maia: I think I’m ready to go…

Table: EMPTY

Martina: Me too! 

Maia & Martina: LOOK 

Anna- nothing packed, stuff fully out

Anna: Haha, you go! I pack slowly! 

In the parking lot & rain 

Maia: I’m really glad you came! 

Martina: Thanks for talking me into it! 

Martina: You’ve been manifesting this since September! 

Maia: Haha yes, 

(I talked both Martina & Anna into applying for this show; Martina’s first zinefest table! 

Page 8

5pm I drive home 

after all the rain, the ditches & fields are flooded 

Maia (texting): I just got home

Anna (texting): I haven’t left the venue yet

Page 9

6pm I should be unpacking but I’m lying in bed looking at my phone! 

Maia: Wow so many hourlies! I haven’t even started! I’d rather read them on tumblr & patreon later. How is my finch doing? 

Nic incepted our entire friend group into the finch app back in January. I’m pretty hooked. In the finch app you make a little bird persona who travels the world & gains experiences. You give it energy & earn points by crossing items off your to do list & completing self care tasks like stretching or drinking water. 

Maia: To be honest, I don’t really need an app to help me do tasks. But look how cute my bird is!!! Also! You can get pets for your bird! I have five! Owl, seal, caribou, ball of fluff, cow

Later, I pet my real cat. 

Maia: Don’t worry you are my actual favorite pet. 

Page 10 

7pm: Dinner with my parents. Big salad, fried tofu. We talk about clay deposits in odd places. 

My dad: There’s that Bentonite clay at Shell Beach! That’s the kind you want for poison oak rashes. 

My mom: And the deposit at school by the office, some teachers have kids use that for crafts. 

8pm: Formatting my January book reviews

I really like the monthly wrap-ups that Storygraph generates. 

Books: 11 Pages: 2855 Average Rating: 3.91

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9pm: I fall into the trap of looking at the news which I’ve avoided all day. Escape to tumblr where I discover some amazing Ranma ½ fanart. Should I reread it? 

10-12am: I draw the first 4 pages of these comics then go to bed! 

In total, drawing these takes 6 or 7 hours across 3 days. -Maia Kobabe 2025 

[juyeoz]

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017 ┆ blue icing cupcakes (0.6k words)

“Did you eat?”

“Yes, I had a blue icing cupcake. It was delicious.” Yena smiled as you two walked through the hallways of her school.

“That sounds good…” You replied. 

The moment both of you walked into the cafeteria of her school, ILLTM Academy, your eyes widened. It was filled to the brim and smelled sweeter than ever. 

There were many tables with pastries on top of them that ranged from donuts to scones and much more. It was a sweet sight—quite literally. 

“See,” Yena pointed at the direction the blue icing cupcakes were located. However, it was blocked by many other students. 

“They’re over there. Do you still want to get some?” She asked, leaving you to nod in response.

“I don’t mind.” You said with a smile.

Danielle adjusted the mini chalkboard menu, lifting it up to a higher level. She looked up at the sounds of footsteps approaching the table, a smile immediately making its way onto her face.

“Hello! Would you guys like a cupcake?” She chirped while gesturing at the blue and white icing cupcakes.

“Which one do you want?” Yena asked you as you eyed the different iced cupcakes. Silently, you pointed at the cupcake with both white and blue icing which Danielle grabbed with a napkin, placing it into a small white box.

“Is that all for today?” Danielle questioned while looking at the two of you. Yena nodded and gave Danielle $3.00. However, the cupcake only cost $2.50. She took the coins and placed them into their designated spots in the register, then began rummaging for two quarters.

Two quarters she didn’t have.

“Ah, one second.” She said before giving you two an apologetic smile. You returned her smile, reassuring her that it was okay. But that smile you once held, dropped almost immediately upon hearing a familiar name be called.

“Jay!” Danielle called. Your heads whipped over to the direction Danielle faced, noticing Jay who stood in front of a table filled with tarts and stared back at Danielle.

“Do you have a roll of quarters with you?” She asked and he nodded. Unfortunately, Jay began making his way over to the table you three stood near while tossing the roll of quarters up and down in his hold.

“Here,” he said and placed it in her hand.

“Thank you. I’m sorry for the wait,” Danielle apologized once more, shifting the attention onto you and Yena, which only meant Jay had taken note of you two being there.

You were still shocked. Even if Yena said you would possibly meet Jay at this said bake sale, you thought the chances were low. Clearly, they weren’t. 

“Here you go.” Danielle smiled while handing Yena her two missing quarters.

While those two exchanged their thank you and your welcome, you and Jay never broke eye contact with each other. 

“(Name)?” He said, almost underneath his breath, yet you caught it. You were paying so much attention to him to the point you could hear his voice in a whisper.

Maybe you shouldn’t have come to this bake sale. You could have avoided such a reunion. It was embarrassing being reminded about your one-sided crush on the boy in junior kindergarten.

The one that Sunghoon had teased you about until he graduated. It was foolish for you to even think he liked you back at such an age. You even went out of your way to buy the two of you matching keychains, into which he rejected. 

However, Jay was surprised. Throughout middle school, he was friends with Sunghoon, but wasn’t so close to you. It always felt awkward interacting with you. He did not want to remind you of the kindergarten incident. 

He knew if he was in such a position, it would feel embarrassing to remember, so he stayed away from you. 

Although there were moments where he regretted the rejection when growing up, he couldn’t turn back time and restart things to create new and better memories between you two. 

He never could.

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[naetaesarya]

@tyriongirl, What bugs me is the accusation that Arya fans are afraid to dislike unattractive but good & well-written characters -- that's a pretty big accusation. You're using Arya Stark as an avatar to represent ugly characters when she's been canonically described as otherwise and are resting your entire argument upon the basis of Arya is ugly. Why do you need Arya in particular to be ugly? Further, you are condemning those who call Arya pretty as people who can't like unattractive characters? That this is "real" the reason those who object to Arya being called ugly or not pretty do so? Because these readers cannot like any character who isn't pretty?

That's quite the claim. So why not provide quotes and passages to support your assertions alongside your claim, "People are truly so afraid of liking ugly characters" (ie Arya)?

and I truly think that they just can't conceive of liking a character who's not pretty, or worse, ugly [...]

I don't know, there seems to be this implication that an unconventionally feminine character like Arya needs to be ugly because she defies standards of conventional beauty. Am I misunderstanding? Please correct me if I misunderstood. Where are all these quotes calling Arya ugly -- and by quotes, I mean quotes that aren't from her bullies, Jeyne Poole and Sansa Stark. Bullies have no motive to call Arya ugly, right? Says every bullied child in the word. The real "objective" observations come from bullies! It's likewise strange that to "properly" like Arya Stark, there must be this "acceptance" that she's ugly and not pretty. How come? Why don't Jon's words that Arya is pretty and Ned's statement about how Arya looks like her canonically beautiful aunt, Lyanna, matter? Again, please correct me if I misunderstand.

So when you say Arya is not pretty, or 'worse', ugly, they take it as an insult to her worth in-story and to her worth as a character, as if not being pretty means she's not written well

The problem people have with this is because Arya has been called pretty in the books by different sources so it's a rather intellectually dishonest statement and that bugs Arya fans. Here are some quotes:

"Lyanna might have carried a sword, if my lord father had allowed it. You remind me of her sometimes. You even look like her."

"Lyanna was beautiful," Arya said, startled. Everybody said so.

(Arya II, AGoT)

"I'm sorry, my lady." Arya suddenly felt bad for her, and ashamed. "I'm sorry I tore the acorn dress too. It was pretty."

"Yes, child. And so are you. Be brave."

(Arya IV, ASoS)

Arya spotted a yellow tent with six acrons on its panels, three over two over one. Lord Smallwood, she knew, remembering Acorn Hall so far away, and the lady who'd said she was pretty.

(Arya X, ASoS)

"Is it ugly?" the blind girl asked.

"It is not pretty."

"Good." She had never cared if she was pretty, even when she was stupid Arya Stark. Only her father had ever called her that. Him, and Jon Snow, sometimes. Her mother used to say she could be pretty if she would just wash and brush her hair and take more care with her dress, the way her sister did.

(The Blind Girl, ADwD)

[...] The city watch is looking for a certain ugly girl, known to frequent the Purple Harbor, so best you have a new face as well." He cupped her chin, turned her head this way and that, nodded. "A pretty one this time, I think. As pretty as your own. Who are you, child?"

(The Blind Girl, ADwD)

But Arya fans should just accept Arya's ugly... right?

Why can't I "accept" Arya being ugly? Because that's not in the story. It's not about what a reader needs, it's about what GRRM has written.

People are truly so afraid of liking ugly characters. you see it all the time with Arya specifically, but also targs who all have to be The Prettiest. Rhaenyra femininity discourse comes to mind (and of course there's a lot to say there about equating beauty with femininity / gender conforming but that's a whole other thing). Arya is definitely the most egregious example though. Like, so many of her fans feel compelled to find whatever evidence they can (or can make up) that Actually she's extremely pretty or will be extremely pretty or pretty by the north standards or pretty by our real world standards or whatever, and I truly think that they just can't conceive of liking a character who's not pretty, or worse, ugly. Some of it is equating beauty with goodness (which is wild, especially when it comes to asoiaf as and its themes as a series) and some of it is just... they can't like a character who's ugly. I don't know if it's a self insert thing, a patriarchal thing, a misogyny / internalized misogyny thing or what. So when you say Arya is not pretty, or 'worse', ugly, they take it as an insult to her worth in-story and to her worth as a character, as if not being pretty means she's not written well

Disney fairytale mindset fr

[witchygagirlwrites]

Hank Voight x Reader

Combining @desimarie12 wanting step dad Voight and @pear-1206 wanting fluffy Hank/self defense fluff

Warnings: mention of abuse

Brandon Edwardson was well, he was a horrible man. He was abusive, manipulative and a drug addict. You needed help getting away from him. You knew if you stayed with him his poison would only spread to your son Theo. He was only a month old and everything good in this world.  You knew if you could get away from Brandon while he was still young enough you could make sure Theo would never be like him.

You sat at the table in the break room at the school. You were staring down at the tea in your hand, trying to breathe around what you were certain were at the bare minimum cracked ribs. You’d fought Brandon for the first time. He’d thrown something at Theo’s crib. Had you won? No but you stood up to him and that was the first step wasn’t it. “Hey” you glanced up to see Brittany Henderson sit across from you. She taught science two halls down. “Hey” you greeted around a grimace.

She gave you a small smile then slid a card across to you. You picked it up and saw it was for a sergeant Henry Voight. “What’s this?” you asked and she shrugged “If you’re ready to leave he can help you with whatever. Just call and tell him I gave you the card. He’s a little rough but he’s a good man” “How did you..” you started but she cut you off with a wave of her hand “He helped me and my mom a long time ago” you picked up the card and held her eyes “Would he come today?” she nodded “Tell him he hurt you over the baby. He’ll come”

You owed Brittany your life. Henry or well Hank as he preferred was indeed a good man. He’d come to the school that very day, had been discreet to talk to you and when you explained the whole situation he’d told you he would help.

He sent uniforms and movers to retrieve yours and Theo’s belongings,helped you get a new cell and put a restraining order on Brandon where he couldn’t come near school grounds or near Theo’s daycare. Since you currently didn’t have a place to go he’d told you that you and Theo were welcome to stay with him, he owned a three bedroom home which was currently mainly empty. 

__________________________

“I’m barely home and when I am I won’t be in your way” he promised as he showed you into the house while you carried Theo in your arms. “Are you sure about this Hank? I could keep staying at the hotel until I find a place?” he shook his head “You’ve been there three weeks sweetheart. I’m sure. Those rooms sit empty. It’s fine” “Thank you” you told him for the thousandth time and he nodded “Get little guy comfortable and I’ll order some dinner”

You sat across from Hank at his table eating the food and couldn’t help but smile. “I know I’ve said thank you a lot but I actually feel safe for the first time in a long time” you nearly whispered and he smiled, his rough voice softer than normal considering you’d just gotten Theo to sleep “I’m glad. I think we need to work on you some form of self defense, maybe get you a carry permit if you’re comfortable with it” you nodded “Ok” and he nodded “Ok, eat then you can get some rest”

Hank had apparently been responsible for new security getting hired at Theo’s daycare. The day you walked in and spotted them you hadn’t even asked beyond Hank telling you they were to put your mind at ease over the possibility of Brandon getting anywhere near Theo.

The longer you knew Hank, the more you were seeing that men could be good. He was rough,yeah but he was also kind. He would come in from a bad case then help you get Theo to bed. He would call you during the day to check in and you’d hear him yell at his unit to shut up before the door of his office would close and he’d talk so gently to you.

___________________________

You were falling for him. You stood next to him at the firing range while he showed you yet again how to break down the gun he’d deemed the right fit for you. You grinned when he stepped behind you and put his hands over yours “You know I can do it Hank?”

He shrugged “Not looking like you’re complaining sweetheart?” you felt your face warm “Not really” he moved his hands with yours as you broke the gun down then put it back together. After you’d done it twice he put his hands down on either side of you, his body trapping yours between it and the stand. You cut your eyes back at him with a smirk “Can I shoot now?” he laughed “Go ahead”

You pulled your ear protection down and he did the same then motioned for the targets. Every single target you hit dead on. You felt his hands brush your hips as he watched you and even then you managed to not get distracted. Once you were done he hit the button and the targets slid up. He nodded approvingly “Good job. I think you’re ready for your carry permit” you grinned “Good, will that make you feel a little better?” he shook his head “Not really. You would be safer with me of course but I can’t be everywhere so this is the next best thing”

He stepped closer to you and brushed hair back out of your face, eyes following the trail “I just want to make sure you and little man are safe even when I’m not there” you smiled, feeling your heart flip “You’re a really good man Hank” “I think you’re the only person in Chicago that thinks that” you laughed “Am I the only person that knows the real you then? You have your moments of being rough but deep down you’re not a monster” 

His eyes went from yours down to your lips then back up. You smiled slightly “If you’re worried I have some hero complex and you think you would be taking advantage I don’t and you wouldn’t but I am gonna be a little disappointed to find out later that you wanted to kiss me as bad as I wanted you to and you didn’t” 

He smiled and gently cupped your chin before bringing your face to his, brushing a kiss against your lips. The moment his lips touched yours you sighed happily against his mouth, your hands going to his shoulders to bring him closer. 

When the two of you had to break away from each other to be able to breathe you smiled at him as he said “I don’t want you and Theo moving out. I want you to stay” you smiled softly “Ok”

Everyone in the unit could see a difference in Hank. The man was damn near agreeable some days and there were a few circumstances where he terrified Adam by having a smile on his face during the day.

The problem was no one had any idea what had changed. Was he on some sort of medication? “Maybe he has a girlfriend?” Hailey offered and Jay spun around to face her, his jaw falling open “Hank with a girlfriend?” she shrugged “We’ve thought about every other option” 

They turned to look back at his office where he was talking to someone and all of them studied his face. He was wearing a smile and they were all a little freaked currently.

__________________________

You were damn near the complete opposite of Hank. You were a teacher for Christ's sake. You were younger than him, had a child that wasn’t even a year old and you were sweet. You baked muffins for him and cupcakes for the kids of your class. He’d wake up on his days off to you dancing around the kitchen wearing one of his shirts while Theo picked at Cheerios in the high chair while you cooked or waited on the coffee.

He’d fallen in love with you quicker than he’d ever imagined, Theo too. You and him were currently fighting to get Brandon’s rights stripped away. Well you were legally fighting, he was calling in favors.

He was sitting in his office, doing paperwork when his phone rang and he smiled to see your name “Hey sweetheart” he heard you take a deep breath “Hank, the daycare’s closed and my lawyer just called. I have to be in court in half an hour or they’ll do another continuance”

“Bring him to me. We’re not working a case and if one comes in I’ll bounce it to Major Crimes” he offered and you hesitated “Hank, I can’t ask you to do that” “Good thing you didn’t then. Drop my little man off at the precinct. I’ll take care of him” “Ok. I’ll see you in a few”

________________________

When Trudy called to say she was bringing you up Hank walked to the stairs to meet you. You smiled as soon as you saw him “Baby, I can’t thank you enough” he shook his head and reached for Theo who was already giggling “Hank” 

He took him and had him on his side before you smiled and stepped closer to press your lips against his in a quick kiss “I love you. I’ll call as soon as I get out” he nodded “Ok sweetheart. If you need anything let me know. Good luck” you planted another kiss on his lips then kissed Theo’s head before jogging back down the stairs.

You no longer had gotten out of the gate then Hank turned around to see all of intelligence staring at him “What?” “You have a kid and a girlfriend?” Jay asked, either the bravest or dumbest out of the bunch. He shook his head “Girlfriend and currently step kid” “Currently” Hailey asked and he smiled “Doesn’t matter. Everyone this is Theo”

The unit traded looks, Ok this explained it. Hank was in love.

You were so excited you ran into the precinct and smiled at Trudy “Pop the gate please” she cut her eyes at you with a broad smile “Good news?” you nodded “Very, I wanna tell Hank first”

“Well go” she waved a hand and you heard the gate pop. You snatched it open and ran up. Hank was standing next to the detective he’d introduced as Jay reading over a file with Theo asleep on his shoulder. You froze for a minute just to take in the view before you let yourself be known. “Hank” you called and he looked towards you “How’d it go” 

“We won” you told him and he smiled “We won” you nodded “They fully stripped him of his rights. He is no longer Theo’s father legally” he never was any other way. He nodded towards his office “Lets talk” you smiled at the detectives as they all congratulated you, apparently haven gotten the basics.

You walked in behind him, rubbing a hand over Theo’s head and froze yet again when you saw the pack n play “Where did that come from?” you asked as he put Theo down in it. He shrugged “I called someone” you shook your head.

He reached a hand for you so you let him pull into his arms. You braced your hands against his shoulders as his went to your hips “You know we already decided for me to adopt Theo?” he asked and you nodded “Yeah”

“I was thinking you both should be Voight’s” you raised an eyebrow “Huh?” he slipped a hand into his pocket and pulled out  a gorgeous diamond ring “Will you marry me?” “Are you sure?” you asked, barely able to respond around the knot in your throat. “Yes”

“Then in that case of course. I love you Hank” he smiled and brushed a kiss against your lips “I love you too” then slipped the ring onto your finger and you heard his unit start clapping. You cut your eyes at them and he groaned “Oh yeah sweetheart, those are my kids”

You laughed and waved at them “Yay! Step kids and Theo has big siblings” he shook his head “I love you sweetheart but don’t encourage them”

[comfortingevanbuckley]

Day 7 of @bucktommyfluffebruary will be posted here until I can get on ao3. But for now have 1k words of Love Letters/Letters.

This was inspired by my own Dear Maddie series that I am working on as new episodes come out. In that series, Buck writes letters to Maddie that he doesn't send. In this fic, Tommy finds letters Buck wrote after their breakup. He doesn't read all of them and he tells Buck right away so he is not invading his privacy. Just want to make that clear! So I hope you enjoy! Fic under the cut!

Sharing My Heart With You | 1K | GA | Bucktommy

In his defense, he didn’t mean to find the letters. Tommy had been watching the loft for Evan since he was away on special deployment. Most of the fire department had been called to help in an emergency and normally Tommy would have gone too. However, he had injured himself during a rescue right beforehand so he already had been off duty.

Tommy was going back and forth between his house and the loft, even though Evan said he was welcome to stay over. However, Tommy had some things to do around the house anyway so it was easier to just drop by, leave his boyfriend’s mail on the counter, water the plants, and then head back out.

On the way to Evan’s loft this particular day, he went over a particularly bad pot hole and ended up spilling coffee all over his shirt. Cursing his luck, he figured he would just borrow a shirt of Evan’s. He knew he wouldn’t mind, since they were about the same size.

He first worked on getting the stain out as much as possible in the faucet before throwing it into the washing machine. Evan had some clothes he hadn’t gotten around to washing before he left, so he figured he wouldn’t mind if Tommy just tossed it in with the rest.

Heading up the stairs to the bedroom, Tommy dug around in his drawer before finding a shirt. Putting it on, he was just about to close the drawer where he spotted a stack of letters inside. They were all folded up neatly and had his name on them.

Tommy wondered why Evan had letters with his name on them, and a part of him wondered if Evan meant to send these. But then why were they in the drawer?

His curiosity piqued, he opened the first one and noticed dried, crinkled spots on some parts of the paper. 

Tommy,

I am so mad at you. How could you leave me like that? I didn’t think you’d hurt me this way.

Closing the letter, Tommy took a deep breath. He shouldn’t read this. Obviously from the tone, he wrote this when they broke up. But he couldn’t invade Evan’s privacy like this. If the letters were in the drawer, then obviously he didn’t plan on him reading them. Then why keep them?

His phone dinged and he looked at it, seeing Evan had checked in. Hey baby, how’s your day going? Just got a short break so checking in.

Hey! Just got to your place. Borrowed a shirt cause I spilled coffee all over me. 

No problem! Although the fact that you didn’t send me a selfie of your naked chest is rude of you.

Tommy just shook his head in amusement. Funny.

Then he decided he should be honest with him. They had promised each other to communicate with one another better, so he decided to call him. “Hey.”

“Hey. It’s so good to hear your voice.”

“Yours too. Um, so when I opened the drawer to grab your shirt, I found something.”

Evan chuckled, “I don’t keep my toys in that drawer, though.”

Tommy blushed thinking of the last time they had some fun together. God, he missed him.

“Cute. Um I saw some letters with my name on it. I got curious and opened one.”

Evan was quiet for a moment before groaning, “Oh, I forgot about those. I, uh, they were kind of like a diary for me. I wasn’t going to send them. They were just for, like, a memory, I guess?” He winced. “I used to write to Maddie when I was traveling and it was cathartic for me so that’s what I…which one did you read?”

“The top one.”

Evan let out a hiss. “Sorry. It was written that night.”

“I’m the one who should be sorry, Evan. Not only did I invade your privacy, I made you cry. I’m such an asshole.”

“I mean…you were. But right now? You’re not because you called me and told me. I appreciate you being honest with me about that, baby.”

“Would you have been upset if I didn’t?”

“Maybe at first. You know, you don’t have to read them but if you want to, I give you my permission. Just…remember that all the things I said are the same things we discussed when we got back together, okay, baby?”

Tommy closed his eyes, just focusing on the tenderness in Evan’s voice. “I’ll try.”

“If it gets to be too much, don’t read them. Or just call me. Even if I don’t answer, you can still call me.”

Tommy had to admit, he was tempted but wasn’t sure he was ready to read the top ones, at least if Evan wasn’t there to remind him that they were stronger now.

Once he got off the phone, he took the stack of letters and decided to read the bottom one. He looked at the date, seeing it was from the night of their second chance first date. That night had gone much better than their very first date and they both had wondered if they were supposed to count this as their new anniversary.

It had been such a fun night and Tommy wondered what Evan said about it.

Dear Tommy,

Tonight was perfect and one of the best nights I’ve had in a long time. I told you I never stopped loving you and when you looked at me tonight, I could feel it in your eyes. You felt the same way. I’m so excited to restart our adventures together. I still want everything with you, but I am still scared to say it out loud again. To scare you off and lose you for good. I don’t think I could handle losing you again. 

Is that how you felt about me the first time? I didn’t get it before, but I think I do now. You’ve seeped into every fiber of my being and shown me so much love. I missed it more than you could ever know. I know in my heart that I am yours and you are mine. We’re going to do better this time, baby.

I don’t know if I’ll ever send these to you. Maybe one day, on one special day, I can show you my entire heart. However it happens, just know the journey may have been painful, but it led me back to you. 

I love you so much, Tommy. I’ve felt love before, but not like this. I’m going to make sure I show you just how much I love you and want you for the rest of my life.

Love, Evan.

Tommy sniffled, wiping his eye as he pulled out his phone. I read your last letter. The one after our second chance date. I love you so much, Evan. I cannot wait to spend my life with you. And I am going to kiss the hell out of you when you get home.

Can’t wait. Love you too, baby.

[starrycrown]

Her smile grew wider as she relaxed in his arms. There was no better sensation than feeling home when she was in his arms. Hunter was her whole world, her whole universe.

"I would love to build that wooden house with you. We could go and find the perfect spot together. One that could be romantic, hidden and just our secret place." She said, enthusiastic about the idea. "One where we could be just you and me.."

As he mentioned how exciting this was with the slight risk, Thinya laughed and kissed his lips back. "I love that..."

She looked at Hunter as he mentioned all the ale that everyone had and laughed. Thinya didn't bring much tonight. "I didn't realize that.." She smirked and kissed his chest before whispering: "I still think we have to be more discreet... It is just hard when I am in the bed of a god." She teased before kissing his lips again.

As he decided that they should both rest, Thinya nodded and rested in his arms. "Good night, my love..." She whispered before slowly falling asleep.

The next day, the storm was still raging, snowflakes hitting the windows as the room was still dark. Thinya woke up and slowly slid out from the bed to go take a bath. She heated the water by the fireplace and dipped into the tub, humming as she felt relaxed. Last night made her incredibly happy, this passion both had for each other was only growing day by day.

She gently washed her body before standing and grabbing fresh clothes that Maddie had gathered for her. She slowly sat by the window and watched the snow fall, thinking of the perfect spot where they could have a cabin for themselves.

"True that probably has a lot to do with it." Hunter replied, huffing out a laugh, bringing Thinya's hand to his lips, and pressed them along her fingers.

"I think we could do that. It would definitely make it easier, though there is something a bit exciting with the slight risk, don't you think?"

He joked kissing her lips.

"Not as thrilling as hearing how good it makes you feel."

The man added, tracing his own fingers lightly along her back.

"And with all the ale and how late everyone stayed up, Ragnarok could be going on outside, and I doubt anyone would even notice."

The viking mused, fighting back a yawn.

"We may want to get a little rest though, it's been a pretty eventful day."

Hunter added, settling into the mattress.

"Sweet dreams, Darlin."

[therowdymagpie]

Arcana M6: When they hear you bragging about them

A/N: We're back! In this specific scenario, you basically brag about something your partner did to a friend and they happen to be close by and overhear or walk by and don't notice them at first.

Asra:

He definitely slinks around longer just to hear everything you have to say

They love getting to hear your perspective and how you see them

That is until their reserve for being perceived runs out -they have their air of mystery for a reason MC- and they come out of their hiding spot, only to side-hug you while you are still talking

Compliments you and starts bragging about you right back to see your reaction

The moments after are just them taking the teasing to a whole other level about all the things you were talking to your friend about

But you can see the way his ears have turned pink and the fact that he can't stop smiling

They still become curious about what else you would have said if they'd let you go on while in bed and ask just before you're about to doze off.

Nadia:

Quiet acknowledgement from the sidelines with a very self-satisfied smile on her face

Doesn't tell you she overheard

But the pampering and the romantic gestures go up significantly for the next couple of days

And the traits you praised also happen to appear more frequently

Unless it's one of her sisters you are bragging about her to

Then she'll come out and firmly stand next to you as you flush with a look that says "Well…keep going dear, I for one am very interested in what you have to say"

Either way, she takes this as a chance to listen to your unfiltered feelings and the things you admire about her as a partner and she loves knowing that

Julian:

Here's the thing: He probably does the same for you at least three times a week at the Rowdy Raven or with every acquaintance he has

But he will never get used to the praise coming from you

Normally, he would immediately turn the mountain of positive comments right back at you

But right now he is at a situation where he can't brush off your remarks in a self-deprecating matter since you are sharing it with someone else

Welp…he's stuck buffering in his spot for as long as this conversation lasts

Comes back pretending he didn't hear you

But by the way his face is starting to ressemble his hair, you can tell he definitely heard (and maybe you did it intentionally too)

If you think he's not going to take this as an opportunity to compose an epic of everything he admires about you and present it to you later on in the day, you'd be wrong

Muriel:

*Becomes one with the shadows while you are talking and assumes the shade of a tomato*

This is way too much attention than he can possibly deal with and it's not even directed at him

Oh my gods, you are still going…

He can't stay for much longer or else it's a very strong possibility that he'll combust

After your friend leaves, you can't find him for a good chunk of time after you last saw him

And that is because he immediately went back in the woods to mentally recharge after the litany of praise

He wants you to feel apprieciated too though, even if verbal affirmations aren't exactly his strong suit

So he later comes home with a bouquet of different flowers and compares things he knows about each one to some of your traits

Portia:

Barely able to suppress her delighted giggles as she listens from around the corner, thinking you haven't noticed her

She has a hard time with her self-esteem and being put first, so seeing you praising her in front of someone else is such an unconditional and personal expression of love for her

Which in turn translates into an extreme case of Cuteness Agression

Squeezes you soooo tight when she comes back later, that it makes Faust's Squeezes seem light

When you bring it up with her, she simply says that she 'happened to overhear' with that signature UWU* smile of hers

Hope you are ready for this woman to spoil you for the remainder of the afternoon

Has the biggest smile the entire time and just won't stop giggling

Lucio:

Doesn't even try to listen in or wait for you to finish your sentence

When he realizes the conversation is even the littlest bit about him he's immediately coming up, hugs you and becomes part of it

"Yes exactly all of that is completely true and they are lucky" kind of smug smile the whole time.

Then proceeds to brag about YOU in turn to the poor person that has to hear you two fawning over each other

Let's be honest, he isn't all that restrained when it comes to expressing how much he loves everything about you (and himself)

Struts around proud all day while trying to find ways to compliment you more

Looks at you like lovesick puppy for a good amount of time afterwards

Unfortunately he can take a lot of things as a competition, so be prepared for him to compliment you and LOUDLY brag about you to anyone within earshot.

[jaehaeryshater]

Ygritte and her daughter Bael Whitewolf

art by: @nautieval

I am so grateful that my oomfie worked on this commission for me. This is literally my fifth Ygritte commission 😭😭😭 at this point I’m her biggest fan. I think that it turned out so beautifully. It’s also the first art I’ve paid for that includes Ygritte’s daughter beyond the fashion sheet Nata made me for the entire House in December. I love Ygritte and I love Bael, I’m so happy to see them together and see Ygritte as a mom. Obviously she has many faults and is a violent person, but at least with small children she canonically does have a soft spot and I think she would have loved being a mother so long as she didn’t have to compromise who she was a person.

This is from my AU where Jon becomes King Beyond The Wall before he abandons the Freefolk. The AU predicates on the theory that the Others will only negotiate with a Stark and that all other attempts to get rid of them will fail (obviously I don’t think this is true canonically but the AU is if it’s true), based on the very first chapter of AGOT where the Others were communicating over Royce, perhaps they were wondering whether he was a Stark, which would mean they should capture him instead of killing him. It actually isn’t all that relevant if it’s true, only if the Freefolk believe it is. Mance wants the best for his people and he wants them to survive, so he passes his metaphorical crown to Jon. That’s when Jon forms House Whitewolf and he marries Ygritte since he decides he will try to negotiate with the Wall instead of going back to them entirely (his need to feel important and needed of his own volition, especially since his brother was also King, is also a factor as to why he stays). Please please please, I am begging you, don’t complain that he’s married to Ygritte instead of Val. This all occurs without the Battle of Castle Black and with who Jon is as a person, the responsibility he feels he owes, and the fact that he believes he is in love with Ygritte, is the reason that in an attempt to maintain as close of a character as he was in the books, he marries her. If you want an AU where he marries Val, I encourage you to make it because it is quite fun to do. Back to the timeline, Bael is born on the march down to the Wall, where Jon is hoping he can get the Freefolk through. They don’t stop for long for her birth, only during Ygritte’s labor, then they continue, as time is of the essence. Bael is Jon’s heir until her brother is born three years later, which is a foreign concept to the Freefolk as they previously did not pass Kingship on that way. But she shares Jon’s blood and should Jon come to pass, she would be their only hope of ever communicating with the Others. She’s also important in the negotiation with the Wall as Alliser tries to coax Jon into giving up all his demands and surrender himself for execution as long as they let Bael and Ygritte through the Wall.

Ygritte is a very good mother and protective of her daughter. She loves her with all her heart, as does Jon, but as Jon is incredibly busy, she does have a special connection with her oldest child. She raises her up like a Freefolk woman and she’s as soft with her as a quencher of the Freefolk could be expected to be. She’s so proud of the human she’s created and that she has fulfilled her ultimate person from the Old Gods. When Jon is off in battle, she serves as a regent in her daughter’s best interest.

I have a whole headcanon post for this AU and House Whitewolf, if anyone is interested. I posted it on either November or December. I cover everything from Bael to the rest of the children, the children’s hobbies that are influenced by indigenous cultures. I talk about where the Freefolk eventually settle as well as what changes Jon makes to their culture and how him being King is different than Kings of the past.

I cannot think @nautieval enough, they honestly got this out really fast for me and didn’t need a lot of references. The art is super pretty, their commissions are open as of now so I of course encourage anyone and everyone to reach out and purchase a commission from them.

[asteria7fics]

Do you have any characters you hate in canon but love to write in your fics?

This is such an interesting question!!

The short answer is... Kinda? There aren't many characters that I genuinely hate on the show (*cough*Pip*cough*), or at least not any that I've decided to include in a fic.

But if you're along for the ride, I've got additional thoughts that sort of answer your question hehehehe

So when I first actually sat down to watch South Park from the beginning I was already primed to dislike Cartman. And who wouldn't? He's a spoiled, selfish, bigoted asshole. So when I set out to write him in TSOB I was... Not stoked, if I'm being honest. His dialogue always took me the longest and I kept his pov super limited because I found him so challenging to write.

Eventually though, something clicked. I'm not sure if it was a deeper understanding of his insecurities or if my own brain finally let go of the political correctness (and fear of backlash for not being particularly PC with him) that was holding my creativity a little bit hostage, but I started finding him far easier to write. Now he's my favorite to write for, and easily one of my favorites in the show!

Otherwise I think the only character I don't adore that I have written for is Clyde. I'm sorry guys, he's just such a sniveling little douche. I don't particularly enjoy writing for him, at least not more than any of the other side characters, though I actually did enjoy him in Not Suitable for Children so maybe I'll come around.

Thank you for the ask!! I had a lot of fun thinking about how to best answer this one! ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧

[turtleinsoup]

Hi Fai! You can ignore this, because it's a 2 am political ramble, but-

Idk how much you know about the shit-show that is the german political system, so I screenshot the latest poll with helpful party descriptions:

:D

As you can see, none of them have enough votes to actually get shit done! So they need to collate with at least one other party, and play game of office-chairs to form a government. Which is always a bureaucratic pissing competition.

I DO think a CDU (The Old White Man of the group) coalition with AfD (The Nazi) would make most of west Germany riot. And the west has a voting weight of 5 to 1. So I do think there is a good chance it will not happen.

The CDU/CSU candidate himself also claimed they're not going to ally with the Nazi party. But, (ironically) the wording was like: "We intend A WALL against the far-right." - 60 years ago the leader of EAST germany said: "Nobody intends A WALL (against the west)" and two months later we got a wall that shot citizens when they tried to escape into the other half of the country. So that's currently quoted & referenced all over the place. Huge general divide between East and West Germany politics rn)

The map of AfD-voter locations shows it well. The Nazi-party is strongest in the dark spots (east germany):

It‘s bizarre alternate universe we‘re in right now.

Like you do NOT even imagine how bullied the AfD is in the west particularly! - One of them (Marcel Grauf) literally said (quote) he "wants a civil war and a million people dying in the opposition, men, women children, as long as I can piss on their corpses". (I'm actually censoring it a bit, because he said other things too.) Where upon the parliament (and all of germany) stared at him for a bit, but eventually moved on, because. It's the AfD. They are just. Insane.

Just to give you an slight Idea of just how batshit they are: NOBODY (not even our furthest right-leaning parties! Not even our racist uncles!) want to sit next to the AfD-members in parliament! FR, it’s an actual point of debate of "who has to sit next to the deranged clowns" this term!

Suddenly the deranged clowns get a huge spike in popularity among young voters!?

Why?!

Okay, so long story short; Trump still has military in Germany (like that Air Base in Ramstein, just an American town in Germany, apparently the largest US base outside America)

(There's even a sorta popular band named after the Air Base in Ramstein too! Idk if you know it? It's a morbid pun on location name/ like "Plane-Crash-Place": "Ram(m)stein." I think one of their songs is about the base)

military bases:

Here's the thing: Germany LOVES having American bases! We want your military!

(The soldiers I encountered were always respectful, but more than that) it symbolized that we didn't belong to the Russians! If it hadn't been for American/allied occupation of the west, we would've been under the dictatorship too!

Germany got LARGELY decentralized and demilitarized and we have no real army of our own. Trump leaving the NATO and removing American troops leaves us without the protection we were counting on in the last 30 years or so. That's what our government was scared of during his first term.

Germany is standing with a boom-box under The USAmerican window, like: "Babe. Babe, I don't know how to drive a tank, don't leave me :'0!"

The east is poorer than the west, they are still recovering from the aftermath of the UdSSR dictatorship, and the AfD speaks to people with economic fears.

There's tons of Trump and Musk propaganda on our socials. Like there are whole as Ai-fake accounts with thousands of followers, doing propaganda for the AfD.

Our economy is slipping and it‘s terrifying everyone, but especially low-income families and young adults. So I think people vote far-right to try force the government into a different direction, to re-militarize, get their pride back, kill innocent families etc etc yada yada

The election is in two weeks, and I get to travel home for it! My sister and I go voting together, I'm honestly very excited. My boss said its okay if I leave earlier and give tasks to coworkers, because of the long travel

I'm not that scared tbh. Things are going to go fine. Even if the Nazi party is gaining more of a influence here, I don't really think this is enough to cause another world war in the foreseeable future.

(Because, again, being a Nazi in public in Germany EASILY gets you dragged into the woods, depending on where you live. Our cops will pretend to care for like 20 seconds, but AfD politicians have a reason why they don't show themselves in public. They might just literally cause a riot, as proven by last weeks events.)

So, really, I do think a war is unlikely to come soon. The EU and US still have a strong relationship, right? Putin and Trump are enemies-to-lovers PWP frenching. EU & China have a €739 billion pro ship (profit relationship) going on. China & Russia have a sugar daddy situation, honestly I'm not seeing a ww incoming in the next years.

but IF a war is going to happen lets run away to iceland and learn the art of freeland sheep herding igrth auhsr

good night ily

Let's pause the conversation about the US elections for a sec and jump real quick to Germany.... what's going on with u lot? Why did Olaf Scholz decide to fire the finance minister right now?? Why would he do something that led to the collapse of the coalition (at least acc to the news), was there some major event that triggered this? Will trump winning influence your elections? Is there an actual chance for the AfD to come to power ??(u wouldn't think tht, given tht millions of ppl protested on the streets after they heard about the deportation plans, but idk)

[jeremiahthefroge]

Every appearance of the red-haired menace that is early Laurence forces me to sit here and stew upon how I will fix his introduction in the rewrite. As a coping mechanism. Unfortunately since I can't remember the parts where his character isn't just harassment so I can't cook with the themes the way I'd like to. Like the way he calls Aph "my love" after she very explicitly in the text of the game tells him not to do that... bad vibes. I think I could rock with his character if he'd done the same sort of approach in hitting on Aphmau as heavily, but the moment she lays down an actual boundary, he backs way the hell off. I could even fuck with her trying to be subtle about the boundary and him not getting it and continuing to make her uncomfortable before she snaps at him and he apologizes, saying that he truly didn't mean anything by it, and he respects the boundary she lays like his life depends on it from then on out. It would create some immediate complexity in his need for explicit communication, and backs up the sort of deeper character hinting they seem to try to do when he's talking about Castor and Cadenza, this idea that he deeply cares, if being a bit pushy on accident. It would also make a good detail fueling the conflicts later on with the love triangle that can sort of prevent Laurence from looking like TOO much of a dickhead (him being unaware or misinterpreting situations, and the delicate nature of it making him uncomfortable asking questions, is a compelling reason to see somebody hurting his friends' feelings, and makes him significantly more sympathetic, opening him up for feelings of remorse and guilt).

[crows-of-buckets]

Dav spoilers (hardened lucanis ending choices)

Is it low-key bad that I really liked that hardened Lucanis made the choice to separate from Spite without Rook's input. It felt like half the endings of the quest were the companions going "hey you pick this for me I'm nervous" even though that makes zero sense for half of them so Lucanis telling rook "this is what I'm going to do" was soooo refreshing

[lettersiarrange]

Since I just checked my ask box for the first time in a hot minute:

Just a note that tumblr doesn't tell me when I have new asks or messages and I rarely check my notifications. Helpful corrections of misinformation/any messages in good faith are appreciated (though it's possible I won't see them until weeks later, sorry), but if something I reblog angers you enough you feel the need to get hostile in my askbox on anon, I reccomend the unfollow button.

I'm also not comfortable posting asks asking for any sort of donations/directing people to your blog for donation purposes, sorry :// I just don't have time to vet asks like that

[lightcreators]

Reassurance  immedietly  came  inside  his  ocean  eyes.  Oh,  he  was  an  caring  man,  doesn't  it  ?  It  has  been  an  unexpected  proposition,  and  he  wasn't  going  to  refuse  it  …  nevertheless,  he  wanted  everything  been  good  for  each  other,  for  both  sides.  Once  more,  he  was  merely  an  visitor.  He  might  asking  some  exceptions  for  turn  comfortable  his  own  wife,  it  was  simple  temporary  measure.  Inside  another  Fragment,  all  he  desired  was  to  remain  discreete  …  maybe  not  as  discreete  as  the  Witch  of  Paradoxes,  but  he  wasn't  supposed  to  be  center  of  attention.  ❝  Few  days  is  fine  for  me.  I  totally  understand  beaches  are  for  everyone,  I  was  mostly  speaking  about  privatizing  the  onsen  for  be  sure  my  wife  won't  be  ---  ❞  He  had  no  words  to  describe  future  reaction  she  will  have.  She  might  turn  the  onsen  into  an  closed  room  for  safety,  because  he  has  been  too  stupid  for  not  anticipating  enough.  She  might  turn  herself  into  an  golden  butterfly,  and  admiring  him  instead,  since  presence  of  other  people,  that  might  not  heard  of  witches,  and  with  their  anti-magic  toxic  would  be  around  the  atmosphere  …  Beato  carefully  expressed  and  showing  herself  inside  another  place.  He  had  that  freedom  to  wandering  around.  ❝  Private  properties  would  mean  lot  of  money,  and  accidentally,  an  kind  of  invitation  to  settle  down  upon  that  place  ---  when,  once  more,  I'm  an  tourist.  It  must  existing  some  …  place  …  in  which  people  could  rest,  coming  from  the  outside,  having  their  own  bedrooms  and  all  …  ❞  He  didn't  knew  if  hotel  was  an  word  they  actually  used  down  there.  Another  carefuless  to  have.  He  need  to  reminder  about  how  the  wing  of  a  butterfly  can  change  everything  ---  he  was  quite  at  the  crossroad  at  that  kind  of  experience.  ❝  Right,  I  can  be  good  with  it.  Though,  would  need  to  do  something  concerning  the  money  for  pay  it  back.  I  really  appreciate  the  concerns  for  me,  and  help  me  to  find  solutions  about  what  you  just  proposed,  nevertheless,  it  would  be  normal  I  am  paying  you  back  in  return  …  as  an  casual  tourist  would  do inside same situation.  ❞

There  was  an silence.  Confusion  welcomed  his  sentences.  In  which  moment  did  he  implied  he  would  leave  ?  ❝  Who  say  I'm  going  to  leave  ?  Who  say  I  needed  to  leave  ?  ❞  He  asked  in  most  gentleness  of  manners.  If  Beato  looked  one  gaze  over  where  he  was,  she  could  presenting  herself  without  warning.  Concerning  possibilities  of  Alois  Trancy  showing  up  down  his  face,  well,  as  much  he  didn't  wanted  to  think  about  it,  it  would  be  for  expressing  some  hi  to  him,  in  which  he  had  no  worries  Luke  Skywalker  influence  will  be  limited  inside  shadowing  realm  where  he  cannot  be  spotted,  or  refused  to  physically  make  his  presence  known.  ❝  Hey,  I'm  just  arrived  down  there.  I'm  not  planning  to  leave  anytime  soon  for  the  moment.  Do  not  worry.  ❞  He  cannot  helped  to  laugh  upon  associated  assumption.  In  the  contrary  ---  he  could  came  here  often.  Wasn't  something  he  was  yet  accoustumed  to  do.  Wasn't  yet  something  himself  allowed  himself  to  experience.  However,  the  Golden  Witch  Witch  of  Miracles  was  known  to  attaching  himself.  ❝  For  your  perception,  my  manner  to  showing  up  down  there  is  something  complicated,  and  quite  an  mystery,  in  which  only  explanation  I  can  give  to  you,  as  an  Sorcerer,  is  magic.  I  can  assure  you,  it's  alright.  What  would  I  want  to  leave  already  when  I  have  everything  to  see  ?  ❞

"Privatize? well... we can only do that for a few days. We don't have much of private property around here, the beaches are meant to be free for everyone."

Despite the prosperity happening around Syahoro, there was no exclusive place to actually stay. Everything was traditional by the books. even couple retreats were-

wait.

"Ah, A couple inn would suit you best. But its high in the mountains... but they do have nice hot springs out there. Then again I don't know when you'll be coming back. After all the best place to be is the home." in truth Soyankekur was not the minister of tourism, they barely had one. the natural charm of the place and the sheer alcoholic fruit the region possessed, made it a good hot spot for tourist. But he's nodding his heed as if he has all the answers already.

"Though with how much you keep repeating on how hard it is to come back or go here, it feels like this is the last time I'll be seeing you." a brief friendship is good, foreigners brought words of distant lands but the way his words were actually said made him hesitate to actually promote things now that he kept thinking about it. After all the future is mysterious and he can't assume anything at all. but ...it sounds like it was difficult coming here.

"Ah, dont' mind my musings. Its just a old man who assumes too much."