#okay thank you for indulging my brain worms

[harmonictechnicality]

I am a big ‘Steve and Eddie crossed paths in high school’ believer for one main reason.

Season 3, episode 7. Steve has just been drugged by the Russians, and tells Dustin this:

“How many times, Dad? I don’t do drugs. It’s only marijuana.”

By that statement alone, we canonically know that Steve smokes weed. And I can’t imagine that Hawkins is rolling (pun intended) in an array of high school-aged drug dealers. So Steve has probably purchased weed from Eddie.

Another important note, is that he says ‘how many times.’ Plural. Multiple. Steve has probably purchased weed from Eddie multiple times. And knowing that Eddie has a hidden spot where he likes to make his deals, it’s safe to assume that Steve has probably been there. Sitting where Chrissy sat. Having awkward small talk with Eddie. Having Eddie do something ridiculous to break the tension, equalize the social hierarchy with humor.

And they probably developed some sort of customer/dealer dynamic. Which means there’s a level of trust there, right? Keeping secrets (not ratting Eddie out), and remaining loyal (only purchasing from Eddie). So Eddie trusts Steve on a basic level. Which adds to the reason why he doesn’t cut Steve’s throat in the boathouse in s4. Dustin swearing on his mother helped sway his decision too, no doubt.

And sure, Steve could’ve bought weed from someone else. Fine. Whatever. But isn’t it more fun to think that they’ve interacted quite a bit before season 4?

Even if it’s just strictly business? ;)

[kitkat13001]

⋆⑅˚₊ 🧸ྀི 𝚝𝚒𝚙𝚜𝚢

>> katsuki bakugou x fem!reader

>> she/her pronouns, mentions of alcohol, reader is wine drunk and bakugou takes care of her, reader can’t handle spice, established relationship, this is completely self-indulgent

katsuki hears the thuds of footsteps in the hall and the muffled giggles and shushes and clanking of (probably now empty) bottles. he closes his book, accepting to himself that he will not be sleeping tonight.  

he could be mad, and he’s a little irritated, but it’s not the first time and it is most definitely far from the last. 

he opens the door just as mina raises an arm but doesn’t get the chance to knock. she gasps, hiccuping a little. she turns to you, ochako, and tsu behind her. 

“guys, i think he read my mind.”

“thanks for bringing her back,” katsuki huffs, beckoning you inside. you giggle, staying planted behind tsu. 

“are you gonna be mad?” you ask with big eyes. then you giggle again. “mina brought wine.”

katsuki rolls his eyes. “i can see that.” his eyes trace over the group again, taking a headcount. his brows furrow into a scowl. 

“where the fuck is hagakure?”

“toru got stuck on the roof, ribbit!”

katsuki groans loudly. it was always something. last time, you weren’t found until morning, napping in a closet. 

he takes you by the arm, gently but firmly leading you inside. 

“make sure somebody sends tail man after her, ‘kay? and i swear to god, ashido, do not come back here in the morning for a hangover breakfast,” katsuki scowls. mina grins and gives a salute. “aye, aye captain!”

“say goodnight, princess,” katsuki sighs, holding you around the shoulder to keep you from falling. 

eyes nearly closed, you murmur a dutiful, “goodnight, princess.”

the girls giggle before stumbling down the hall to drop off the next one. 

once they’re gone, katsuki rounds on you. 

“you are in so much fucking trouble right now.”

you whine. “noooo, don’t be mad, ‘suki, you said you wouldn’t be mad.”

you cling to him like a child, hardly able to stand on your own. you claw at his arms and look up at him with big pleading eyes.  

“don’t be mad? say you’re not mad, kacchan. please?”

he sighs, unable to deny you. “‘m not mad,” he huffs, looking away from your large eyes. 

“okay,” you mumble, nuzzling your head into his chest. 

your head snaps up suddenly. “‘m hungry, kacchan,” you slur, tapping insistently on his chest. 

katsuki shakes his head in disbelief. “your stomach is full of liquor, how the fuck are you hungry?”

“will you make me ramen?” you ask, batting your long lashes. even drunk, you know how to play him. katsuki agrees with pink cheeks. 

“fine. but just so you don’t eat all the damn cookie dough again.”

you giggle at the memory. 

“that was not an invitation,” he warns, leading you by the hand over to the kitchen. he sits you down on the counter to be able to keep an eye on you. god knows what trouble you’d get into on your own. 

katsuki doesn’t take long to set the noodles to boil, leaning against the counter while he waits. 

he turns his head slightly only to be met with the sight of your eyes, which are currently glassy with tears. 

“kacchan?”

“what?” 

“w-would you s-still love me…if i was *hic* if i was a worm?”

you blink and your eyes are giant and teary. 

katsuki pinches the bridge of his nose, willing himself to stay calm. while your absolutely helplessness was irritating, it was also a little endearing. he thought it was cute the way you got all fuzzy-brained. 

“yes, baby, i would still love you if you were a worm,” he answers patiently, scooping the noodles into a bowl and adding the seasoning. 

“i want it reaaally spicy,” you announce, leaning forward on the counter so far katsuki is afraid you’ll fall off. 

he hums in acknowledgment, but he’s not really listening. he knows you hate spicy food, weak little thing with no tolerance. 

so he holds up the spices and pretends to shake it in. 

you prattle on about how hungry you are, clapping in delight as he sets the food down in front of you.

he watches you devour the noodles, permitting himself a small smile at how cute you look when you’re stuffing your face. he's definitely gonna bring this up when you’re sober.

when you’re all done, happy as a clam, katsuki leads you by the hand to the bedroom. he listens with the ghost of a smile as you tell him about your day with a soft voice and trailing-off sentences while he gets you ready for bed.

you sit obediently as he brushes through your hair and cleans off your makeup, applying your skincare with gentle hands. your eyes are wide with adoration as you look at him, at his concentrated expression and the way his tongue is poking out the corner of his mouth as he finishes rubbing in your moisturizer.

he looks quite proud of himself by the end of it, satisfied little smile resting on his face as he watches you crawl into bed with a fresh, bare face and warm pajamas and a yawn.

maybe he’ll go easy on you tomorrow, just because of how cute you are when you’re dependent on him like this. he likes being needed by you.

“come cuddle w’me, kacchan,” you whine, holding your arms out for him as you burrow beneath the covers.

he huffs a little, but he’s quick to crawl in beside you. you feel safe and secure once he wraps you up in his arms, his voice in your ear after he presses a kiss to your forehead.

“g’night, baby. sweet dreams.”

── ���⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

i wrote this a while ago but i never finished it, so idk if it reads kinda choppy at the end? not sure how to feel about it. i like the sentiment tho <3 hope you guys like it!

[rosenclaws]

I got the mental image of Leopold as a dad in my mind and now I can't stop thinking about it. He would be such a good dad!!! Like, supportive, doting, playful, protective. Imagine him with a toddler who's just baby babbling away and he's listening with full attention and eye contact. Gahhh! I want to have his baby, he needs to be a dad.

a/n: hello you have now infected my brain with the Leopold as a dad worm and it will never leave me thank you and as my payment u now get a drabble. Also I’ve made the executive decision for him to be a girl dad and his daughter is named after his mother. Okay thank you

wc: ~650

The best moment of Leopold’s life was the day he married you. Love deep in his heart as he said his vows. Promising to love you and no one else for the rest of his life. That you would be the one and only to capture his heart.

He meant every world and when he kissed you it was like everything fell into place. This is where he was meant to be.

The second best moment of his life was every single day with his daughter.

They’re all tied for second. Being a father was always something he wanted but to truly become a father. It was amazing.

“Dada!” He looks up from the morning paper to see his little girl waddling towards him.

“Oh my don’t you look gorgeous.” He smiles from ear to ear as he holds out his arms and picks her up.

Lifting her up in the air just to hear her giggles. She had a costume dress on and a little tiara. She was his princess so it was only fit she dressed like one.

“This princess refused to put on anything else.” You huff as walk down the hall. Leopold walks over to you and kisses your cheek. Then he kisses his daughter’s cheek.

“Is that true miss Adeline?” Leopold asks in mock surprise.

“I’m a princess!” She giggles and Leopold can’t help but agree.

“Are you going to be okay today?” You had gotten called into work for an emergency leaving your family plans for another day. You felt horrible but Leo assured you everything was alright.

“Of course my love, don’t fret I’ll handle everything.” You kiss him once more before heading out for the day.

“Now, what does the princess demand for breakfast?”

He can’t remember the last time he got this much quality time with Adeline. He swears up and down that just yesterday she was still a baby. The memories flash in his mind as she munches on her apple slices.

Holding her in his arms. Feeling his heart break at the sound of her cries. Wanting nothing more than to wrap her in his arms and protect her from everything he can.

Now she’s three years old and he savors every minute he can. Being sat on the couch as he listens intently to his daughters babbling. Smiling as she talks like she understands the whole world. He nods along and indulges whatever her imagination can create.

Soon she’s tired and the sounds of Cinderella play from the television. She stands on his feet as he dances around the living room. He hums the music as she laughs.

Leopold spins her around and picks her up. He remembers his first ball, learning to dance with his mother. Now he returns the favor. It may not be the 18th century but his daughter will be treated like royalty.

“M’tired daddy.” She yawns and rests her head against his chest.

So he takes her to her room. Letting her fall asleep in his arms, just like she used to. Sitting in the big chair by her bed, the same one he used to rock her in and read her bedtime stories. The one he’d sit in after she had woken up in the night and cried out for him.

He’d hold her tight and whisper that everything was okay. That he would never let anything hurt her. No monsters and nobody would hurt her.

“Well looks like you had a busy day.” He looks up to see you standing by the door.

A warm smile on your face as you take in the sight of your husband and baby girl. Leopold is everything you could have asked for as a husband and a father.

“Do you want to put her down and eat?” He shakes his head as Adeline stirs in his arms. Clutching his finger in her little hand.

“I think I wish to stay here a little longer.” You walk over sit on the arm of the chair.

Leaning your head onto Leopold’s head and slowly rake your fingers through Adelines hair. Leopold takes it all in.

So much time has passed in the blink of an eye that he wishes he could slow everything down and just live right here. He doesn’t know what the future may bring but he does know one thing.

He’s a lucky, lucky man.

[alwaysinstyle]

A Long-Overdue RANT Girlies Appreciation Post

Tonight feels like the perfect night to tell you how much I love you all, and I apologize in advance for the length of this post.

~ Nina ~

My precious Pastel Woods outfit hype-woman who’s always ready to Style Carry™️ me onto the battle field, deceive the enemies with her iconic mermaid hair extensions and then KICK SOME ASS for the both of us. Darling, if your Pinterest board is any indication, you have me absolutely figured out and it is both hilarious and iconic. You are for real my Kenny-coded friend’s evil twin and I know without a doubt that you two would go full GTA mode on the NPC bad drivers to bring me an iced coffee (from ANYWHERE but the Bad Vibes Café). Speaking of which, I hoping you’re treating yourself to an iced chai, because you deserve it, you gorgeous and talented REAL author who I adore. Thanks for climbing up on stilts to give me a kiss on the cheek whenever I’m feeling down. Your constant kind words mean so much to me and yes, you did make me cry actual tears when you called me your IRL Superhero. Your dear Wal-Mart Taylor Swift sends all the love in the world.

~ Teri ~

Scary Teri, my favorite Ten Ferrets Stacked in a Trench Coat, my fellow road rage gal who loves screaming in the car as much as I do. I can’t even tell you how much I appreciate you for biting the bullet and being the Cartman friend with whom I can make THE darkest jokes and tell THE darkest stories (and, of course, exchange graphic jump-scare surgery pics) without scaring you away. At the end of it all, you still tell me I’m vibrant and resilient, and that warms my heart more than I can express. Thank you for allaying my fears of becoming a Cynical Asshole (formal diagnosis as you all know). Thank you for making me feel strong when I feel weak. I look forward to many, many more unhinged conversations and overly analytic beta reads of your spectacular fics. I do, in fact, still expect to receive a package containing the buckets of tears I have harvested through Hourglass.

~ Riley ~

My dearest WARRIOR, sword-wielding protector Riley, co-sponsor of the Style Carry™️ who makes me spontaneously combust with everything she writes. We come together to form one joint Whump Deity as the Queen of Injury Fics and the Queen of Sickfics, and I love that everyone on ao3 GENUINELY lumps us together as one being. I don’t blame them since we really do be sharing one brain cell. It kicks ass being each other’s target audience because even with our most self-indulgent shit, mark my worms, the other WILL be absolutely blended. Whenever I’m feeling down, you’re ALWAYS locked and loaded with lizard pics and not to mention graphic illness and injury for my viewing pleasure. Your fics, bedtime stories and sneak peeks that are ALWAYS tacitly solicited bring me such an incredible amount of joy. I mean it. It was the sweet siren call of OJV that brought me to Tumblr in the first place. I am so glad to have come to the dark side and to have become a RANT girly, and I owe that all to you. You are the heart of RANT, dear. Without you we’re just ANT, and ants aren’t even that cool. Thank you so very much for being the ultimate hype gal, for being THE world’s best commenter, for reminding me to take care of Ye Olde Flesh Prison when I’m being terrible about it, and for worrying about me when I’m too stubborn to worry about myself. Your support means the world to me, my dude. Our chats and headcanon dumps have actually been the grounding force keeping me sane (ironically, since we’re so insane about Style). Keep kicking ass and avoiding creepy pizza men, okay? I love you so much and I love being NOT normal together.

@1moreoffkeyanthem @asteria7fics @boxwinebaddie

All three of you, and everyone else on this crazy website who makes me smile, THANK YOU.

[dr-demi-bee]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Spread the self-love 💚

Ohhhhh!! Thank you, Nonny! 💚💚💚 I hope today you encounter your favorite type of animal! I've written so much before that I never published - it wasn't until BG3 came along that I finally started sharing my work. I've really enjoyed getting to share and hear from folks that read and enjoy my work 🥰 This community is so lovely.

Anyway, onto my (published) favorite five (In no particular order)!

Back from the Dead - It's a little angsty, as happens in a lot of my work, but this was the first piece I wrote about Miri/Gale. I had intended it to be a part of her larger story, but it didn't really fit. I think it makes a good one shot - and addresses what feelings I had as a galemancer during the "In Case of Death" quest. It's also my most popular work on AO3!

Service and Worship are not Love - Miri's magnum opus! Okay, it's very self indulgent, and I am so slow updating it - but I really love writing this story. There's so much I've written for it that I haven't shared yet! (Really trying to stick with the chronology, but I get new ideas all the time - genuinely haven't played much in Act 3 so I can have those moments fresh for when the fic gets there!) But it's got everything I enjoy - angst, silliness, forged family, slow burn romance. Just a massive love letter to BG3 (and Gale) honestly. If you're a loyal reader of SWanL - ILU! There's so much more coming I promise! 💕 I have pieces through ACT3 + epilogue drafted. Just working on some connective tissue

To Sleep and to Dream - Another one shot I really enjoyed writing. A cute galemance moment playing around with some Forgotten Realm lore in BG3. Shameless Miri/Gale pre-relationship fluff.

We're at War: The Wizard and the Commander - This is a briefer long fic. It's fully written, but I am slow with editing. Partly because it's hard to stop myself from adding more. Gale/Miri Royalty AU that I just could not get out of my head. This is my first foray into posting outright smut (and of course it's enemies to lovers). But it's been pretty fun hehe.

Taming a Bear - But Learning from a Wizard - Another self-indulgent Miri/Gale oneshot. Mostly fluff, and a little jealous!Gale. I had some silly brain worms about explaining how the Beast Master class in BG3 can have so many different kinds of summonable companions (usually you only get *one*, ala Drizzt and Guen.)

I could yap about my writing all day haha. Thanks again for asking! My inbox is always open to chat more 🥰

[bittersweetresilience]

i was gonna take an afternoon nap but i needed to get this worm out my brain. yingjing going to aurum alley and jing yuan's like "can i have a bite of your berrypheasant skewer yingxing-gege :3c" and asshole yingxing just licks a long very wet stripe across the skewer and goes "here." and it becomes a running bit between them that has jing yuan hitting his arm and huffing and puffing at him

now renjing centuries later blade does the exact same thing by instinct when he indulges in joining jing yuan when jing yuan gets sent a bunch of food from aurum alley again. except he has no idea why the hell he just licked the berrypheasant skewer. jing yuan was just asking him to pass him the skewer but then blade just licked it then holds over to jing yuan. he stares at the skewer Baffled at himself like huh ???¿?? but then jing yuan just leans over across the table tucking his hair behind his ear like the slut he isWOAH WHO SAIDTHAT and takes one of the fruits on the skewer in his mouth (and if jing yuan unnecessarily uses his tongue even if he couldve just taken it off the skewer just using his teeth thats neither here nor there) anyway in my version of the story blade doesn't let them eat any more after that i'm sure you know why thank you for listening to my sleepy renjing brain worm gonna nap now

okay i am awake enough to say that THIS is adorable and 100% true and i love them. fluffy renjing brainworms i am holding gently

[blood-mocha-latte]

Okay this is spiers/winters anon. In my completely imaginary self-indulgent universe I think that they became very close very fast because, yes, they are the same person on opposite ends of the rationality/self-restraint spectrum (you Get It). And then maybe they for some reason they got the Not Straight Vibes from each other and bonded further over *that* understanding, and then maybe once or twice made out or hooked up just because they could. And then winters met Nixon and spiers met lipton and they turned to their respective long term happily ever afters the end!

Idk I just saw a gif of them walking together and I was like... they should kiss. But only a few times. And as a side note I feel like irl winters is very praising of spiers in his book, second only to Nixon lmao

Thank you for encouraging and entertaining my silly little homosexuality brain :3

speirs/winters anon! my beloved

the more i think about these two (u are giving me. Brain Worms) the more i'm thinking it's Suchhh an interesting duo bc it seems like opposite to winnix/speirton etc speirs and winters would be more about like. survival

like basically through the lens of ep 2 i can really see it because it's like. speirs taking out the machine gun nest and how winters copes/leads a charge and it's Verryyyy interesting to put those two erlenmeyer flasks of explosives together..........

but u are SO right about the Sensing Each Other May Be Queer thing. survival on two fronts: against the enemy and against a section eight. brilliant brilliant brilliant

and if there is ONE thing that we will be it is Crazy. anon thank you truly for these thoughts, they are like a refreshing can of delightful worms on a fresh spring day

[auniverseforgotten]

I have been summoned! For the characters/fandoms currently giving you brain worms (we all Know it's FGO, but feel free to improvise uwu): 7, 12, 13, 14, 18, 23~ owo

OH BOY HERE WE GO thanks for the ask uwu

I'm gonna put this under a read more right now because I know this'll be longer.

7. Is there a piece of clothing you think [character] is particularly fond of/that you imagine them wearing a lot or like to draw them in?

OMG you started on a nice one ty friend <3 as you well know I love coats,,,so much,,,fabric go swish. So one thing for me is Salieri wearing his first ascension coat even in second ascension BECAUSE HE SHOULD HAVE COAT. COAT GOOD. Also other people wearing each other's coats,,,Salieri wearing Mozart's, Mozart wearing Salieri's.

The avenger agenda trio of Jalter, Dantes, and Salieri all wearing each others. Everyone putting their coats on Lobo because he's the goodest boy.

BUT ALSO ever since I found out about hanakihan's ruler!Salieri oh my GOD I have been FERAL I mean LOOK AT HIM I want this actually in game IMMEDIATELY he looks AMAZING and I would kill for a gentle, beloved Ruler Salieri TwT

[This also continues outside of Fate, like with my favorite character ever Nick Valentine, forever thinking of him offering his coat to the Sole Survivor because he's such an old school gentleman.]

12. What's the funniest or craziest AU idea you've ever come up with?

OKAY since I already mentioned the teaching AU [which yes did start with one Mozart/Salieri fic], this time I'll talk about the Alter Ego Salieri AU!

So this is really self indulgent and proooobably not really lore compliant but this is fanfiction so it doesn't matter! :D So basically it starts with the end of lostbelt 1, with Mozart in Salieri's head As He Does, but when the lostbelt closes and everyone is unsummoned, he's really terrified Salieri won't be brought through so he just fuckin digs his teeth in and refuses to be evicted from Salieri's body.

Cut to Salieri being summoned in Chaldea and realizing something's Not Right and then realizing the Not Right is OOPS AMADEUS STAYED.

From there the reason why i love it so much is they are really tempered by their love for each other. The Man in Grey wasn't able to reestablish within Salieri's spirit origin, which should have rendered him nonexistant, but Mozart Knows him, knows him in life and in death, and so this Salieri is far closer to how he was in life. This is actually why I decided on an Alter Ego, since this Salieri is an aspect split from the Avenger recorded in the throne of heroes, and because he was held together by Mozart's desire to see his friend whole again. And on the flip side, after realizing Mozart has to live in his mind, now, Salieri actually gets therapy and starts taking care of himself so that Mozart can flourish too. Especially since he doesn't want any lingering selfhatred or hatred for Mozart left over from the Man in Grey to send Mozart spiraling.

It's ALSO really fun because this Salieri is really chill and kind, and so Chaldea's existing Mozart reaches out to him to rekindle their friendship [and possibly more] and the Mozart in Salieri's mind goes FERAL because um WHO??? THE FUCK ARE YOU???????? YEAH YOU'RE ME BUT GET YOUR OWN. So the first time Chaldea Mozart tries to probe about a relationship, the Mozart in Salieri's head is like "you know what the Man in Grey was right let's~ kill him~~ <3 and Salieri just waves it off and works on helping him work through it because no one else could be for him but his own, of course.

Also they're stupidly OP together because it's my AU and I say so <3 the NP is either ST or AOE, I haven't decided yet, but it's a chorus so divine it sounds like death as a mixture of both, and Mozart appears from Salieri's cloak for it <3 and in the NP animation Mozart has his mask from his final ascension but it's shot through with red, black, and gold, and overall his outfit palette is much darker because Salieri's coat.

First ascension is a lot like Salieri's canon second ascension, just with the coat from his first plus some more white accents. Second ascension the coat gets more detailed, more dashes of white and gold lace through his overall design, and he gains a fiery aura,,,ring,,,thing behind him, like the one Mozart has in his final ascension but with a little more flame, and he has Mozart's weird...angel things. And then final ascension Mozart actually manifests kinda like how Orochi does with Ryouma, hanging around and wrapped around Salieri's shoulders like the world's most annoying scarf. Salieri has a lot more white, gold, and some purple, whereas Mozart retains a lot of black and red in this ascension.

One more detail with them is Salieri changes his appearance in terms of like...energy and vitality as well, looking haunted and worn still in first ascension, healthier in the second, and then fully revitalized in the third. Mozart, as a counterpoint, retains an air of frailty around him in their third ascension, not to imply that Salieri is stealing his lifeforce but to show that the Russian lostbelt took its toll and some scars, some trauma you never fully heal from. Salieri worries over him ENDLESSLY, can often be seen gently pushing him to the kitchens to cook him a meal or to their quarters to get him to rest. Mozart complains Loudly about this, but fondly.

Actual thoughts with outfit and detail aren't fully finalized, I'll post them when I have them ;w; same for skills and the like.

13. What's a character or ship you haven't written/drawn yet but would like to some day?

Hmmm this one's a hard one because I have a million fic ideas in my head, but so many of them refuse to come out, or I feel intimidated or worried that my writing won't be good enough for them orz

BUT a big one for me is I really wanna write Jalter/Boudica, pooooossibly ending in Boudica's class changing to avenger?? BUT the reason I really want to write this ship is I HATE HATE HATE what typemoon did with Boudica and her lore and I just. I want someone to show her it's okay to be angry, that it's okay to hate, and Jalter would be so perfect for it. For breaking her out of the "everyone's big sister" Boudica shape. I have a tiny bit? Of this written up? But I don't like most of it, they're both really hard characters to pin down for me.

Jalter in general is hard for me to write because she has so many layers and she changes so much throughout the FGO story, but honestly the harder part of this is Boudica. Because to really fully grasp what I have to do I would need to reread Septem and her interlude and they did her...so so dirty. I can read actual history fine and work with that but typemoon just. Made choices with Boudica and I haven't been able to bring myself to reread her stuff in preparation.

I also have a ton of fionn/diar wips in my docs but it's hard to work on them,,,they aren't RIGHT

Also BediMer,,,and Bedivere interactions with the knights in general,,,I'm so soft for him,,,,

14. Is there a character or ship you were so sure you would never write/draw but now you've changed your mind?

Yeah so when I first got into fate it was because of YOU, WOLFIE, and I got really attached to Diarmuid pretty fast. And then I got to the North American singularity and Fionn was SUCH AN ASSHOLE TO HIM and I just hated Fionn on instinct ngl. But then I was looking up...either just Diarmuid or something else, and I stumbled on teatitty's blog and all of their fate posting changed E V E R Y T H I N G

Because, like most servants, typemoon only really grabbed a piece of Fionn, but by reading through her fate blogging and her sharing from extensive celtic mythology knowledge, I learned that the real Fionn and Diarmuid's relationship was. Very different, and that the pursuit was much later than most of the Fenian cycle, and wildly out of character for Fionn from mythos.

So after that I DEVOURED all of Tea's fate content and they got me hooked real bad on fionndiar [and other ships], and I have tentatively written some out but I just don't think they're good enough to share sdzfxcgv but yeah went from a NOtp to an Otp real quick w that one XD though I am a multishipper at heart so I do have other Diarmuid ships,,,and Fionn with his various wives,,,and snakecharmer [fionn/quetz/yan]because Tea again,,,,

18. Type [charater]'s name and tell us what the autocomplete suggests as the next word

So I think I did this wrong sdfxcgvh but when I typed Salieri the next word was just 'is' XD So I kept hitting words until I got a sentence and got:

Salieri is the best way to get the best of the world.

I kept going too but it got weirder [added on 'to be in the same room as the first time in the past and i think it was a good idea'] SO. I DO AGREE HE'S THE BEST WAY TO GET THE BEST IF THE BEST IS ANGST BECAUSE THIS MAN CANNOT CATCH A BREAK

23. Has your favourite character/ship changed over time?

I guess I kinda answered this in 14 already hmm. But honestly I've been a multishipper all my life, so not really? Every ship that my silly little brain latches onto is loved equally uwu it's just that Salieri has the brain in his grasp rn XD

WOW THAT GOT LONG THANKS SO MUCH WOLFIE <3

Ask game is: here if anyone wants it or wants to send more to me uwu

[evaofkonoha]

2, 10, and 30 please!

Yay!! Thank you for playing along I appreciate it sm 🥰😘

2. Since starting my new AO3 account, 26 of my 27 works were added to/worked on this year! I have so much unpublished stuff I worked on this year it would honestly be hard to count 😅 so let's just say 30+ and call it? I hand write so much and have a tendency to start stuff and never do anything with it. Maybe I should just start publishing it? haha idk, needless to say I think I write a decent bit honestly!

10. Oh god this is toughie! Different fics brought me joy for very different reasons. My Love For You Will Never Die was an incredible, super collaborative process that is so silly and goofy I think I will always love it. It was born from me sharing a prompt and then goofing off on discord until I decided I might as well write this nonsense down! It is my best (and kind of only) true comedic work.

Very Good Lives was a whirlwind to write, and I poured so much of myself into it. I am proud of it, even though I currently can't return to it due to some conflicting emotions and stuff. I hope to return to it one day and feel content and proud of it completely.

Finally I think I Need You Tonight in a big way! It is so self indulgent in just about every way, but I am so happy that I am leaning into the self indulgence. It's also really fun, because I feel like I am starting to interact with others in the ShiIta/ItaShi community a little bit. While I still feel very new to the ship and am still finding my footing, the kind comments and interactions and everything have really encouraged me and made the process insanely fun. I am really glad others seem to love this story.

Okay, super long and probably not a very good answer! So sorry for that, but it's so tough to narrow down to one honestly.

30. So many things!!! I hope to continue writing into the new year, now that I have rediscovered my passion for it over the course of this past year!!! 🥰 Specifically though, I want to ofc finish up INYT, I have a Naruto shinobiverse masquerade thing I really want to tackle, and there's an SNS manga cafe brain worm I plan to write out at some point.

Thank you for the ask, it honestly does mean so much, I am such a hoe for these kinds of games 😂 It has been a wonderful writing year, and I hope to keep up the good energy into 2024~

[sesshy380]

😅🍦💌🦅

😅 What's a story or scene you've created that you're a smidge embarrassed exists?

Go right for the throat with the first question 😂

I would definitely say the first sex scene in longfic lol. I was still new to writing fanfic, and in my opinion it's terrible. It is obviously written in such a self-indulgent way that I facepalm every time I reread that chapter.

🍦 What's the sweetest fic you've created so far?

I'd like to think either Don't you...have a company to run? or The things we do for Love. Both are vastly different from my usual story type, and are both really sweet in their own way.

💌 How do you feel about comments and feedback?

FEED ME COMMENTS.

Seriously. I love it. And I'm not opposed to concrit, especially for possibly missed SPAG. Ask me the uncomfortable question how/why I chose to go XYZ route instead of ABC. Ask whatever you need to in order to understand something that confuses you. Sometimes there are things that are obvious to me, but brain forgot it might not be so obvious to someone else.

And I love comments that tell me what stood out to the reader in a particular scene. Scream at me and let me know what you loved about it. Threaten the idiots in the scene because they are idiots. Shake me (figuratively) while asking 'Why would you do this to me?!?!?!'

I love it all. The only thing I don't like is a negative comment with no rhyme or reason other than to be an ass.

🦅 Do you outline fics or fly by the seat of your pants?

I've said it once, and I'll say it a million more times.

I pants my shit worse than a locker room bully. Outlines? What are those?

Okay...I've attempted a few outlines before, but mostly just a basic sentence for a whole work/chapter that conveys the most basic of what I want to work towards. I am terrible at outlines though because my brain is constantly changing up the path to my destination. For example, my TKB 2nd chance fic has come to a standstill atm for the primary reason of the idiot did something unplanned. Jealousy was not in the mind script (what I call my mental outlining lol).

I do have a few more detailed plot outlines for stuff I want to write in the future. Those are more detailed because I needed to write down all the brain worms. My current stuff though? Nah.

Thanks for the ask!

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[vestaldestroyer]

@musa-gking your Yuri lives AU gave me brain worms, so now you get fanfic. Enjoy!

Yuri wakes up to the stale air of a basement and the smell of iron, leather and sweat. It makes him nauseous, but he doesn't react, his brain still half-asleep. He feels exhausted to the bone and everything hurts, he can't move a single finger. His thoughts roll sluggishly in his head.

Where… am I? …What happened?

Then, he remembers. His fight with L. L. Audun. The pain, the blood, and then… the fall. The heat. The cathartic, soothing feeling of being enveloped and consumed by his own flames. His endless guilt melting away.

And, just before he could let his consciousness drift off peacefully, the jarring bite of cold seawater that swallowed him, filled his lungs and spit him out.

Disappointment fills him.

So I'm still alive, huh.

Deciding to indulge his desire to wallow in self-pity a little longer, he opens his eyes to take in his surroundings.

He freezes.

He is indeed in some basement, illuminated by a two flickering lightbulbs hanging off the ceiling on nothing but cables. His bed is in the very center of the room, which is unnerving, but not as much as the litany of what seems to be ropes, whips, handcuffs and other torture instruments Yuri can't even imagine the function of adorning the brown brick walls. The soft, comfortable pillow under his head and warm, fluffy blanket covering him only add to his confusion.

Where the hell is he?!

Panic wells up. Forcing his arms to move, he runs his hands over his chest, feeling his ribs. They hurt, but they don't seem to be broken anymore. He could run. Probably. He could—

Is he wearing a zip-up hoodie? With only bandages underneath? When did that happen? How long has he been out? And most importantly, who did this to him?

Whoever brought him here knew that he was Lunatic. But instead of handing him over to the police, they took him to their basement torture chamber, treated his injuries, gave him new clothes and a warm blanket, and—

His thoughts are interrupted by the sound of slippers shuffling down the stairs. He turns his head to the side to see the entrance, where a young woman appears. Dressed in a worn, loose shirt and a long skirt, hair dyed bright orange with white tips, and she's carrying a bowl and a spoon.

“Oh, you're awake!” she notices, smiling happily, but Yuri has no reason to trust her.

“Who are you? Where am I?” he demands, his voice rough and weak from disuse. He tries to prop himself up on his elbows, but his muscles betray him and he flops back down pathetically. He sighs, accepting his fate.

It's not like anything matters anymore.

The woman puts the bowl on a small table next to his bed and slides her arms under his head and shoulders, helping him sit up. As soon as she's sure he can stay in that position, she puts the bowl of red soup with minced meat and potatoes in his lap.

“Here, you need to eat.” She sits down on the edge of the bed at his legs. “I go by Róka. Me and my friends found you washed out on the beach and decided to return the favour.”

The smell of onions and paprika is tempting, and Yuri concludes that even if she was trying to drug or poison him, there is nothing he can do anyway. He scoops up the soup and eats it.

“Favour?” he repeats, his voice slowly coming back thanks to the warm soup.

“You don't have to be suspicious, it's simple: you saved our lives, we saved yours. That's it.” He only gives her a blank look, and that's enough to make her explain further. “Remember the Lady Killer? You came to our club and took him out. Just in time before Vidra could become his next victim, too. And who knows which one of us would he have picked next, so you saved us all.”

Saved them?

He was punishing a criminal. Killing a person.

Heroes save people. He is no hero, and he never will be.

“It wasn't my intention to save anyone, and you're risking a lot by keeping me here. Harbouring a criminal is a felony punishable by up to 10 years of—”

“Okay, Mr. Law Expert. I don't care. You can ask my friends when they wake up, they'll tell you the same thing. We'll cross that bridge when we get to it. Now eat your soup and rest, you're still injured.”

He doesn't push the topic further. To be honest, he doesn't feel like thinking about it yet, either.

“How long have I been here?” he asks instead.

“A couple weeks? I'm not really counting. If you want to know what's happening in the city, my sister can give you some newspapers, but in short, it's a mess. I don't really get politics, and the whole X things went over our heads because the only NEXT in our club have harmless powers, but people are suing the mayor I think?”

Yuri knows exactly what she means.

“Human rights violation.” While the mayor isn't a murderer, he's still the kind of person that disgusts Yuri. Mostly because people like him make it painfully obvious how useless the justice system was, and yet nobody ever bothered to change it. “He'll just buy his way to freedom and run for mayor again in the next election.”

“Yeah, I'll leave intellectual debates to Kánya and Sova,” Róka waves her hand dismissively. “I'll stick to worrying about all of my friends being well fed. If you want, I bet Sova is already awake, I can tell her to come down.”

“Thank you, but I'll just rest, like you said. And your worrying pays off, the soup is delicious,” he attempts a small smile. He's not really sure how successful he is, but Róka smiles back.

“I'm glad. A good goulash soup is the best cure for everything, no matter what Paloma's clever medical books say.”

“That and a shot of vodka, is what Rakun would tell you,” a new voice joins the conversation. A teenage girl in a colourful minidress and tights with twintails dyed blond with pink stripes hops into the room. “I see our prisoner is awake.”

“Don't call him that,” Róka scolds zim immediately.

“When you bring someone this pretty into my chamber and don't even let me chain him up, the least you could do is let me call him whatever I want,” zie pouts.

“He's our guest, Yara. Not a customer. Be nice.”

“Whatever. By the way, we're waiting for you with lunch, it's almost three.”

“I'll be there in a second,” Róka nods, and with that, Yara leaves. Noticing Yuri's look towards zim, Róka takes it upon herself to provide an explanation.

“Zie's not a child, don't worry. Looking young is zir NEXT power.”

He wasn't even thinking about that, but it is reassuring to hear. More importantly…

“So this room is…”

“Yeah, but it's not in use anymore, we have newer ones. That's why we hid you here. Anyway,” she collects the empty bowl from his lap, “I have to go. I'll visit again when I have the time, and so will the others, probably. Feel free to come upstairs when you feel like it, you're really not a prisoner here. The stairs lead to our house, so no one will see you. Our club is just next door, in case you were curious where exactly you are. And… I guess that's all you need to know. Any questions?”

Yuri is getting sleepy again, he can't really think of anything, so he just shakes his head.

“Well then. I'll see you soon,” she gives him another smile before leaving.

Yuri doesn't trust these people, even though something inside of him is telling him that he could. He doesn't know why did they think he was worth saving, he doesn't know how to feel about being alive. Should he hate it? Probably, but somehow, he can't bring himself to. Not yet, anyway. Should he be grateful for a second chance? That's pushing it. For now, he'll just… try.

Maybe he survived for a reason.

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I'll probably write more of this, I still have ideas. Let me know what you think, I love discussing this AU ^^

Edit: continuation here!

[elius-learns-to-write]

hi! omg i luv ur blog 💘 can i request/suggest (kinda angsty but then fluffy) where r has trouble sleeping and a lot of nightmares/anxiety & mother!nat is there to comfort her? 🥺 like the whole team is super understanding and comforting but especially nat (bc we love mom nat around here!) anyways thanks so much ily bestie!

Hey Bestie! thank you so much for being patient and for supporting my blog! I know this has been in my inbox for so long but still! here it is. Sending my love to you <3 i have just realised that there is not a lot of comfort in here oops.

warning: this does include details of death and blood so keep that in mind if you read this <3

It’s Okay

You had always gotten nervous in public spaces 

Or at night when you couldn’t sleep

Or when you didn’t know all of the details of a plan 

Or when it was 3am and you were too scared to sleep

The point is you always seemed to have 100 thoughts plaguing your mind 

“Y/n sweetie I’m gonna need you to concentrate on my voice okay?” Wanda's voice waded through the watery noise in your head. You knew she was right and that logically there was no reason to be so upset, but you just couldn’t help it. It had all started after the group had decided to not tell you about the meal they had planned at this fancy restaurant that Tony wanted to try and of course this had sent you into a spiral and you were now very very aware of every possible outcome. “Come on kid, you’re alright, breathe slowly” Tony tried, or was it Steve maybe it was Bruce. When you got like this, voices sounded the same and nothing felt real. You couldn’t breathe and that was your main worry.

The team had gotten used to it and always reassured you that it was okay 

They didn’t mind and would always be there

And no matter how much you appreciated all of the support there was 1 person the team always knew to call

Natasha

Crash, thud, bang. The noise coming from outside the room had woken you from the sleep you had allowed your brain to indulge in for once. Whenever you did this though your mind would be over run with the horrors of life and death. 

Peeling the covers off of you, you slowly crept from out of the bed. Where was the rest of the team? Had they woken up? You hadn’t heard anyone else get up but in your hazy state of mind shrugged it off as them just being deep sleepers. Something you would later regret telling yourself. 

As your hand pulled the handle of your room down to open it you heard another noise. Laughter? Hesitating you looked around in the hope of finding a clock but as your eyes frantically moved in an effort of finding one the floor seemed to start to sway beneath your feet. Soon the darkness engulfed you.

For the second time that night your body jolted forward and you gasped for air, the dryness of your mouth hitting you like a punch to the gut. When was the last time you had a drink? Where did the laughter go? Why had you passed out? So many questions and yet it felt like you were trapped in an endless game of hide and go run with a twist, you didn’t know who you were running from and how much time you had before they found you. 

Before you could even begin to think logically again the loud twang of metal hitting the ground sounded from down the hall. Slowly stepping outside the room you had woken up in which you had realised wasn’t your own, you guessed you had been in Steve’s bedroom which was odd given that he wasn’t in there. Maybe he was out helping Bucky with his nightmares? 

Bare feet slapping against the cold marble floor of the tower you tried to navigate your way through the dark to wherever the team had gone. The sounds of machines whirring stopped you, the lights must be getting turned on. Sure enough, bright white light blinded you, spreading through the faster Pietro could run. Blinking away the pain and blind spots from your eyes you were met with big red letters painted on the floor.

 ‘The crowds will come and flood your world, yet you will remain empty and incomplete’ the red bleeding off into a winding path that would probably lead to whoever had wormed their way here. Even with this in mind the words seemed to swim through your mind; you had always felt empty even when your life was full but you never told anyone but Natasha and she would never tell anyone your secrets she had promised. She wasn’t like that. Repeating that phrase like a prayer that would save you, you followed the red wet paint. 

Red can signify many things: energy, passion, lust and the one you should have paid more attention to. Danger. 

Instead of being faced with some psycho who broke in all you were greeted with was the horrifying image of your family dead on the floor. Blood trickled out of anything it could noses, ears, mouths. Eyes open with a stare of pure terror. A scream tore its way though your throat. The familiar metallic substance flooding your senses. 

Knees crashing to the ground as you sobbed and sobbed and sobbed and sobbed. Because when you have nothing, when all you have is gone, what can you do but cry yourself a river and let your soul float away on the memories of simpler times? 

You knew your knees would bruise from the mpact but you didn’t care. You didn’t deserve to go through this painlessly after what they had gone through in their last moments. 

A creak made itself heard above the sound of your cries, head slowly lifting to see what it was, damaging your throat further when you saw the lifeless bodies of the avengers sitting up and staring back at you. Salty tears streaming even quicker as you tried to scramble away. Slipping on nothing. Suddenly the lights shut off again. You didn’t move. You didn’t scream. You didn’t even breathe. 

“Wake up y/n”. What?

It had been Nat that woke you up from the nightmare

Even though the whole team had been aware of what was happening all they could do was watch in horror as your body writhed in fear

After making your way to Nat’s room where you knew you would spend the night

Unable to brave it alone

You finally found it in yourself to talk

“You were all dead” you croaked from the cocoon of blankets the redhead had wrapped you in. sitting down next to you and wrapping her arms around your body, you found yourself desperate for the comfort of her hugs. “We don’t have to talk about it right now, just know that I will never ever abandon you. How could I leave my little sunflower to fend for themselves? You give me a reason to be better and I will never leave you. Nor will anyone on this team for that matter” she spoke softly, as if cooing a terrified animal out of their hiding spot. You had and always will have a family as long as you have Natasha. She would make sure of it. And soon you drifted off into a peaceful slumber to the sound of her sweet hums. “You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy when skies are gray, you’ll never know dear, how much I love you. So please don’t take my sunshine away”.

[thekisforkeats]

Ooh jm + shy kiss for the prompts?

Ohhh good one! I had to think about this a little and actually wrote up a bunch that didn't quite work at first. But! Here it is!

Set somewhere in the first few minutes of 160, in those weeks between arriving at the safehouse and Hazel Rutter. Featuring autistic Martin trying to navigate social situations because that is evidently what I write now.

(Incidentally the term "weak ties" was coined by a Stanford researcher in 1973. Link to the relevant paper. Credit where due, and all.)

(No beta no edits we die like archive assistants.)

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It takes Martin a week to convince Jon to come down into the village with him.

If he's being honest with himself--and he's trying very hard to be honest with himself these days, so he can identify any Lonely-type thoughts--he really just wants to show off his boyfriend to the nice lady at the little shop in the village where he's been picking up essentials.

Martin is a naturally friendly person, or maybe a naturally personable person. This was not always the case; he had to practice a great deal to memorize all the scripts to smooth social interactions that other people seem to navigate without thinking about it at all. It can be horribly exhausting, just going to the shops. It's one of the reasons the Lonely appealed to him; how much easier to just move through life without having to recite all those canned lines?

Now that he's out of its grip, he's come to realize how much those interactions matter. He's been reading a lot on the internet about depression and social interaction, about social circles, and one thing that caught his eye is the idea of "weak ties," those people we're not exactly friends with, but who we see on a regular basis and who help us feel connected to a larger community. People who don't really know us and yet know something about us that helps us feel seen. The bus driver who gives you a familiar nod every morning. the barista who's prepping your order as soon as he notices you in line, the shop lady who tries to keep your favorite tea in stock.

So Martin is trying to cultivate those relationships, to feel part of a wider community, rather than just relying on Jon. He thinks that maybe if he'd had more of that, before, if he'd tried harder to go through the world being seen, he might have handled Jon's coma and his mother's death in some kind of healthier manner.

Maybe not, of course, but he's going to use any tool he can to keep the Lonely at bay.

At any rate, even beyond being very good at social scripts, Martin does genuinely like people, he's a good listener, for an autistic guy he's practically a social butterfly. And Elspeth is a nice lady, maybe mid-40's, the kind of person who runs a shop because she actually likes interacting with a stream of customers on a regular basis. So she's just the sort of person for Martin to practice his "weak tie" skills.

Because, naturally, one of the key benefits of "weak ties" is that they are the sort of people you get to be public about your relationship with when none of your closer friends are around.

Yeah, no, all of the above is just flimsy justification, if Martin's being really honest with himself. He's just madly in love and wants literally everyone within a 500-mile radius to know.

That morning, Martin makes a big show of how badly he wants to spend time with Jon, no really, but he really does have to go down into the village.

"We're out of tea!"

"I don't think we have anything for dinner!"

"But I really want to keep listening to you talk about Scottish history!"

And so on.

Jon gives him a tolerantly amused look, and Martin flushes. Is he that transparent, or is Jon just that good at reading him?

"I suppose I can go into the village with you, Martin," he says, eyes glittering. "Since you're so terribly interested in the House of Stuart. I'd hate to leave you wondering what happened to James II."

Martin would feel guilty, but he can tell Jon is pleased to be "indulging" him, and it's not like Martin hasn't been listening to Jon infodump about whatever random facts Beholding's been given him all week.

They hold hands all the way down into the village, and it's nice, to walk through the place and be seen, together. It's comfortable. They'd held hands on walks before, long ago in London, before the Unknowing, but back then they hadn't been sure what they were, hadn't managed to broach the delicate barrier between "friends" and "something else." Now, they're "boyfriends," and Martin keeps finding himself wanting to go up to each person he sees on the street and shout, "This is my boyfriend, Jonathan Sims!!"

By the time they reach Elspeth's shop, he's feeling a little giddy.

He pushes open the door and the little bell rings, and Elspeth looks up from behind the counter and smiles. "Martin!" she says, and Martin's whole body warms in a very pleasant manner, that this woman he's only known a week remembers him. "Oh, and this must be the elusive Jon." She gives them one of those teasing smiles people give to new couples, glittering eyes and amusement at the silly things people do when they're in limerence.

"Yes," Martin says, and suddenly the words stick in his throat. "Yes, this is... is... umm..." Oh, why has he suddenly frozen like a deer in headlights? Why can't he remember the right words?

"Jonathan Sims," Jon says smoothly, stepping forward to offer the woman his hand. "And yes, I'm Martin's boyfriend."

It occurs to Martin, all at once, that neither of them have said that out loud to anyone else. No wonder he's frozen up.

Elspeth glances at the burn scars on Jon's hand only briefly, then smiles--and it's a genuine smile, not one of those pitying ones people sometimes put on when they see scars like that--and shakes said hand. "Pleased to meet you," she replies. "Elspeth Douglas." She has the Highland accent, but softened; she spent her 20's and 30's in London, she's said, and came back to take over the family store when her father fell ill. The similarity might be part of why Martin likes her--that and the fact that it seems that helping her sickened parent improved her life.

"Ahh, yes. The not-so-elusive Elspeth." Jon actually flashes a grin, which Martin finds remarkable. Since when is Jon... friendly? Well, maybe he's trying for Martin's sake. If so, Martin very much appreciates the effort.

The woman behind the counter laughs, and says, "How can I help you?"

"Oh," Martin manages, his brain catching up and letting his mouth work again, "we're just here for tea and things."

"Of course," Elspeth says. "I'll be here when you're ready."

They turn away, to go deeper into the aisles.

"She seems nice," Jon says almost absently. "Shame about her fa--" He pauses, and frowns. Shakes his head, looking irritated. "You didn't tell me about that," he grumbles.

"No, I didn't. But thank you for trying to keep it in," Martin says.

Jon sighs, lowering his voice. "It's becoming harder and harder to separate what I've learned on my own from what Beholding gives me. How much of my thoughts are mine anymore? Did I actually memorize all those facts about the House of Stuart, or am I getting the... mental Wikipedia page, as it were?"

"Seems like a thing you'd know," Martin comments offhandedly. He's focused on figuring out what kind of rice to buy. He wants to try his hand at sticky rice, which really should have calrose, but Jon likes jasmine rice. Do they get both?

He doesn't want to think about Beholding, and how much of it is Jon anymore. He prefers just thinking about it as something like a smartphone app Jon can use without having to actually have a phone in front of him. He does not want to think about how much of his boyfriend has been potentially consumed by some kind of eldritch thing that feeds on fear.

He really doesn't want to think about the idea that maybe soon, Jon won't even need rice anymore, and will just live off statements, no matter how much he jokes about his partner's "eating habits."

Jon has been talking as Martin's been staring at the rice, but Martin hasn't heard any of it. He's brought back to himself by a squeeze of Jon's hand in his.

"Hey," Jon says softly. "You okay?"

In Jon's voice, Martin hears all the concern that Martin himself has been feeling. He forces himself to look at Jon, and sees bright green eyes staring out of a deep brown face. He realizes he's gotten used to the color of Jon's eyes; before the coma, Jon's eyes were brown, like a deep carnelian, and so large and dark sometimes Martin thought he could fall right into them and be happy drowning there. Now they're green, bright and disarming, and Martin's pretty sure this is why Jon still wears glasses he no longer needs, to hide those strange eyes behind plastic lenses.

Those eyes are looking up at him intensely now, and Jon's brow is furrowed, and his mouth is pulled into a frown in a way that highlights one of the worm scars near his lip, and all of it is adorable, but it's also disconcerting for the contrast between the softness of his voice and the intensity of his expression.

Is Jon as afraid of losing Martin to Forsaken as Martin is of losing Jon to Beholding?

Martin frowns at him for a moment, then sighs. "I just..." He has to look away, back to the bags of rice. "I just... don't like thinking about that. Beholding, and... all of it. I just... I just wish..."

"You wish we could be normal." Jon's tone is still soft, and filled only with love and no sort of guilt or self-recrimination.

"Yeah," Martin says, still staring at the rice.

There's a hesitation, and then Jon says, softly and slowly, "You know... normal people deal with these sort of difficult things, too. There's so much out there that can hurt people... the things we deal with, they're weirder than most of the rest of it, but..."

"Yeah, I know, Jon, I just..." Martin hunches his shoulders. "Don't want to lose you again," he finally mumbles.

Jon hesitates a moment, and then he leans in to give Martin a soft kiss on the cheek.

Martin flushes bright red--Elspeth's right there!--and turns to stare at Jon. "W-what... what was... that for?!"

Jon, too, is blushing. "I just... ah... I just... wanted you to know that... that I'm... here. You haven't... lost me. Or anything."

"Oh," Martin says. "Well. Thank you."

There's a moment where they just look at each other, and then Jon blurts, "...Can I kiss you again? It's just, I haven't all morning, and I really sort of wanted to spend the morning cuddling, but you wanted to come down to the shops..."

"Here?!" Martin stares at him.

"We can go behind the shelves if you like," Jon says, blushing furiously.

For some reason, this makes Martin giggle, and then he leans down to brush his lips to Jon's. Softly, shyly, as if they haven't been kissing each other all week, because he really is terribly aware of the fact that there are other people around.

"Tell you what," Martin says as he pulls back, surprisingly breathless despite how short the contact of their lips was, "let's finish up the shopping and then we can cuddle all afternoon."

Jon smiles up at him. "Promise?" The smile widens. "You're not going to drag me around to introduce me to every villager individually?"

"I was not--!" Martin glares at him, but now Jon's smile has become one of those shit-eating grins he gets sometimes, and Martin can't stay mad at him at all.

"You knew," he accuses, but there's no heat in it.

"I had a hunch," Jon says, humming. "I didn't want to spoil your fun, though."

Martin rolls his eyes, and then reaches out to take Jon's hand again. "Well, then, we'd better get to it. Jasmine or calrose? Rice, I mean."

"Both, I think," Jon says. "I find myself very much desiring normality of late, and rice is a terribly normal sort of thing."

[silenceofthecookies]

hi cookie!!! first of all congrats on the big milestone!! I checked the masterlist and so far I don't see beloved finral on the masterlist so could I ask a tarot reading for him please?? sorry if I missed something I read the post a couple of times but it's so hot and my brains is mush anywaysss congrats once again <3

Thank you Sil! Finral had indeed not been picked yet so he's all yours! Enjoy ❤

1. His intentions – The world in reverse

Imperfection – lack of vision – incompletion

His original intentions were… honestly not that good. He saw you and his body took over, and before he knew it himself, he was flirting with you. When you flirted back though, he had no idea what to do. People usually don’t do that, so answered your advances with silence. It was hilarious.

2. What attracts him to you – King of swords

Funny – smart – determined

You’ve had an education of some sorts which has given you insight into a lot of things, or maybe you’ve just experienced a lot and you’ve earned wisdom through the years. Whichever the case, Finral loves it. He loves how stable you are, how determined you get once you make up your mind, and your sense of humour is the cherry on top.

3. The date – Ace of wands in reverse

False start – lack of passion – boredom

Okay so, Finral had an idea when he planned the first date. It sounded REALLY good in his head. But it turned out to be REALLY bad. It was boring, bland and absolutely not what you expected from his initial flirting with you. Finral knew he fucked up and tried to fix his mistake, but the damage had been done. Better luck on the second date, the first one will not be something to remember.

4. Higher reason/karmic link – The tower in reverse

Continued oppression – trapped in an unhappy situation – fear and suffering

Finral has not had the best life so far, and neither have you. It’s time for the both of you to find the best in yourselves and get a well-deserved break. No more crazy people trying to worm their way into your life, no more feeling lost, no more comments about ‘why are you still single?’, just peace and happiness. It’s time to end all that suffering.

5. Hopes and fears – Six of swords

Uncertain departure – travel – voyage

The hope here is easy: you both want to leave the old behind and move to something better. The fear is, however, that you’re both afraid to take this step. There is no certainty that this step is the right one, but what you’re leaving behind really can’t get any worse.

6. Advice – King of pentacles in reverse

Losing an emotional connection – indulgence – sensuality

Let go. Whatever you were afraid of leaving behind, do it. It’s time to leave it behind you. Maybe, once you’ve gotten some perspective, you can get back to it but for now, you need to get out. Indulge in the relationship you have with Finral, and focus on building each other up. It’ll be a nice change of pace.

Come join my tarot event!

[aporcelainphantom]

Indulgence: Part 3

Indulgence

Diluc Ragnvindr x f!OC

As with my other fics, I will mark now that it is NSFW, but the content will be marked by post.

This is probably going to end up being very long. The worms in my head have already told me this.

CW: Alcohol mentions

Parts One, Two, Four, Five

Within the hour, Ophelia realized just how right Diluc was to grab some extra help for the evening.

She knew that a fair amount of Fatui diplomats would be in town, but she would have never anticipated that Diluc would run a special discount for them, heavily advertising it with ads placed shortly before open. His disdain for them was very apparent, and she was lost when trying to figure out his motive.

Maybe it was nothing more than a business mood, since so many of the diplomats were clearly financially well off, ordering drink after drink, keeping her moving quickly around the tavern, Charles and Diluc seeming to barely get a chance to breathe, Diluc recently having insisted that Charles go take a break to help keep things running.

After a bit he returned, walking the tavern floor to collect glasses and orders, checking up on Ophelia as he went about.

"Hey, you've been working your ass off, you need to take a break. I insist and Diluc would too if he wasn't stuck behind the bar" Charles insisted, passing her a key. She laughed softly, nodding as she handed him a few orders she had written, taking a deep breath as she went to the stairs.

Opening the door slowly, she peaked her head inside before stepping into the room, appreciating the way the noise dimmed as she closed the door again.

A plush sofa, wooden table, and a few filled bookshelves occupied the room. On the window a vase with a single lamp grass sat, gently glowing, a thick candle on the table the only other source of light.

Removing her apron, Ophelia took a careful seat on the sofa, a sigh of relief leaving her lips as her body relaxed into it. After a moment she stood, moving the survey the bookshelf. After finding a book detailing how best to grow grapes, she sat on the edge of the sofa, pulling her legs up onto the couch and leaning into the arm.

Charles approached the bar with some glasses, passing Diluc a list of drink orders before walking to the second level. Diluc scanned the room, realizing he hadn't laid eyes on Ophelia in a bit. Charles soon returned with more glasses, sighing heavily.

"Charles, watch the bar for a moment, I need to go check on something"

"She's fine, you can go do whatever you need but she's fine" Charles cut him off, raising his brow at the red haired man. Diluc sighed heavily, moving out from behind the bar.

"Thank you, but, I will be right back." He insisted, making his way up the stairs, relieved that at least Charles had seen her. Unlocking the door, he stepped inside, his eyes quickly landing on her pale skin, nearly glowing in the soft lighting.

Her face was relaxed, looking up with wide eyes as her plush lips pursed slightly. Her blouse had shifted a bit lower, though Diluc forced his eyes to remain elsewhere.

"Master Diluc, sorry, Diluc, is everything alright?" she questioned, closing the book she held. He shook his head slightly, clearing his brain.

"Uh, yes, I just wanted to check in on you. I know it has been a lot tonight, and you're doing wonderfully. The Fatui aren't exactly easy to get along with so I wanted to make sure you were okay. I don't think we will stay open much longer, so if you need to go please just let me know" He explained, realizing how the words practically spilled from his mouth.

Setting the book on the table, Ophelia stood, taking a few steps towards him.

"Oh no, I'm absolutely fine. I mean, some of the men have been a bit more interested than I'd like, and I'm sure if Charles hadn't told me to take a break I'd be worse for ware, but, I'm really just fine. I promise" she said, offering up a warm smile. Diluc nodded, forcing his eyes over to the window, gently moonlight peaking through the clouds.

"Alright, good. Take a few more minutes for yourself, there's no hurry. I just wanted to make sure you were alright" he insisted, moving back towards the door, ignoring the tugging he felt to remain.

Ophelia watched him leave, hoping he couldn't hear how loudly her heart had been beating.

A few hours had passed, Diluc and Charles ensuring that everyone had finally left the tavern. Diluc dismissed Charles, offering for Ophelia to leave as well.

“I can handle the rest, you don’t have to stay any longer. I’m sure this was far more exhausting than the average day at your job” he spoke, cleaning a glass as he watched her.

Bringing a few more glasses to him, she laughed softly, shaking her head.

“Well yes, most days with Lisa are very calm, though sometimes we do journey out to do other things. But I don’t mind staying, you shouldn’t have to stay here alone when I can still help” she told him, offering up a gentle smile. To her surprise, his expression matched hers, relaxing a bit.

“If you insist, I do appreciate it. Plus, I assume I would have to force you to leave if you don’t care to. I’ve heard from Kaeya on occasion that you can be rather stubborn”. She giggled, covering her mouth as she did, something he had noticed seemed to be a habit.

“I will admit, I do tend to be more stern with him. I know he’ll survive even my most harsh behavior, and if I may say so, I think more women should be putting him in his place”. Letting out a chuckle, Diluc nodded in agreement, passing her a glass, rag, and empty bowl.

“Feel free to speak your mind on him around me. I will never fault someone for seeing through his charms. Will you fill that bowl? I’ll heat it so you can use it to clean the cups”. Ophelia nodded, placing her hand in the bowl, her palm upright, fingers curved slightly in as she gently chewed her bottom lip. Water poured from her hand gently, soon filling the bowl until she closed her hand into a fist.

Diluc’s fiery eyes watched her intently, placing his own hands on the outside of the bowl, heating the metal until the water was hot enough. They both began to work on the many glasses, everything fairly silent other than faint clinking and Ophelia gently humming.

It wasn’t long before she found herself yawning, her pale hand covering her mouth as she did. Diluc watched her, her dark lashes fluttering gently as she rubbed her face like a tired child. Looking around, he gathered that it was good enough for the night, not wanting to keep her out any longer.

“I think this is more than good enough for the night. It’s nothing that can’t wait for the morning” he said, Ophelia’s blue eyes widening as she looked up at him, trying to keep herself awake.

“Oh? If you’re sure. I usually don’t stay up very late, I’m sorry I’m so sleepy already” she replied, moving behind the counter to put away some more glasses.

“Don’t worry about it, usually I don’t get stuck here this late. Allow me to walk you home, I’d like to help insure you arrive safely”. Ophelia felt her face heat as she blushed, her tired state leaving her mind to imagine a bit more.

“Oh, thank you, that would probably be wise for me. It’s not too far, I’m in the city walls” she explained as she turned to face him, removing the apron she had been wearing. He nodded, removing his own as he put on his coat, knowing how chilly it likely was this time of night.

Soon they had left the building, Diluc locking the door before they began walking. It wasn’t long before the chill began to get to Ophelia, the thin fabric of her shirt no longer feeling so smart.

Though she tried not to make it obvious, not much ever escape Diluc’s notice. He stopped walking, causing her to stop next to him and look up.

“Is everything alright?” She questioned, rubbing her arm a bit.

“You’re cold, please, take my coat at least until we arrive.” He said, hoping she was tired and cold enough to not object. Even in the dark he could see how brightly flushed her cheeks became, her eyes widening.

“Oh, you don’t have to do that, I’ll be fine, really”

“I insist. I can cope with the cold better and I can’t just allow you to be chilled while I can easily help” he pushed, slipping his coat off already.

He could see her thinking as she watched him, her mouth twisting a bit before she nodded, holding her arms out to her sides.

“Well I suppose that’s fine. I don’t want you spending your time worrying” she agreed. He gently slipped it over her arms, moving it over her shoulders before letting his hands stay on them, wishing he could hold her close to keep her warm.

“Diluc, is...everything alright?” She questioned, turning her head back to look at him, her stormy blue eyes filled with worry.

“Oh, apologies, I must be tired as well. I was just lost in thought” he recovered, quickly removing his hands. They made their way to a smaller rented building, stopping outside the door. In the streetlight both of their flushes were visible, though neither seemed to notice it on the other.

Diluc cleared his throat, turning to her.

“Thank you eternally for your help, we would have been doomed without it. I’ll see to if that your payment arrives tomorrow” he spoke, fixing his gloves. He noticed the way her eyes followed his hands, finding it odd.

She inhaled sharply and looked up at him with a small smile, nodding.

“No worries! It was quite fun! If you ever need the help again don’t hesitate to let me know! If I’m not here or the library you can just leave a note at the knights headquarters. They’ll get it to me, it’s an easy task for them” she offered, removing his coat and handing it to him, a small sigh escaping her lips as the warmth left her.

Accepting the coat, he watched as she unlocked her door, then turned to him.

“Thank you for walking me home, I do appreciate it endlessly” she spoke, her voice softer than before. For a moment their eyes met, both of them not making a single movement until Diluc cleared his throat and nodded.

“Yes, of course, anytime you need me, do not hesitate to ask.” He assured her “be safe and have a good night, Ophelia”

“Please take care as well, good night, Diluc”

After a moment of hesitation she stepped inside her home, closing the door, praying her rapidly beating heart couldn’t be heard by him.

[jelliclehell]

okay but heres an actually good one for u, any 19!Misto and 19!Bomba thoughts? or alternatively, 19!Misto and 19!Teazer (smth I literally never see. also also... cus... cus im brain Worms... any 19!Jerrie thoughts literally any at all please im frothing at the mouth)

you are correct these are very good for me thanks

bombamisto is. possibly my fav ship in this fandom lol i am a sucker for Everything about it and i have far too many thoughts for one post. but

MISTOTEAZER IS ALSO QUITE GOOD. i have thought about them before, the dynamic is really flavorful. cautious and timid meets brazen and mischievous. i can see Teazer being super into exhibitionism and risk play, with Misto terrified of being caught :3c

to bring Jerrie into it though...! i also like the idea of mistoria + mungoteazer swinging? tryin out swapping partners. this has totally happened.

i see teazer being REALLY good at giving head (somewhat ironically because she isn't the biggest fan of sucking dick) and since Misto is a Big Boy who isn't. quite accustomed to hilting down the throat. it really makes him melt.

(he likes being scratched during sex, which she will enthusiastically indulge in, but sometimes she can be a little... too rough.)

on the other hand Victoria isn't picky at all and loves banging Mungojerrie, he's,,, A BIT OF A FUCKBOY NGL BUT HE MEANS WELL AT HEART