#one of the more cringe things ill ever say but who care

[moregraceful]

Saw an old picture of Cooch playing wordle with the sharks equipment manager and I have got to ask. Is he a word games guy. Was he pulled into it or do you think he instigated. Does he have a NYT games account.

There is no reason you should know but I feel like your augury will be closer than anyone else I can think of (or at least more fun)

WELL. He had a book club during the pandemic so canonically he can read and loves to share literacy. And Wordle is a good game not just because it works your brain but also bc you have a limited number of chances before you legally have to go to idiot jail, which for a man as chronically depressed as Cooch, it does feel like he would enjoy the challenge. I bet he has an NYT game account. I bet bro loves the honey comb one.

This is giving me a perfect excuse to talk about one of my favorite articles from Corey Masisak's tenure with the Sharks: the Sharkies' lil nerd ass bookclub. You may have read this already bc you've been in these trenches but here are my favorite excerpts. There's a lot of Reimer in the article and while I don't care for the man or his politics, he does have some fascinating insight into why the Sharks are cringe nerds (so much travel time)

He likes to share books with guys on the team!! He's the team librarian!! Drop your book talk Cooch I wanna see something. It actually tracks because every librarian I've ever worked with was deeply and chronically mentally ill. This is why we need more mundane workplace aus that aren't coffeeshop aus.

in my sexiest imagine, Logan is an extremo depressed burnt out librarian and Thomas Bordeleau is the guy who has to do community service due to getting arrested for idk stealing a doctor's prescription pad and starting a black market estrogen prescription economy. And now he has to just, teach Bordy how to read so Bordy can pull holds. And its not making Logan less depressed.

Logan Couture 🤝 Bryce Harper: reading pulp novels so they can get away from the horrors of being an athlete. Wait let me cook. What if I was an athlete who read copaganda novels and you were an athlete who read hockey romance novels...and we never even met

The thing about John Grisham, Jimmy Pat, and Lee Child is that the people who checked out those books the most ofte at my library were like 80 year old women, who would read approximately 7-10 books a week. From this we can conclude Cooch is an old woman. Do you think he does the kinds of fiber arts crafts you have to learn from a book and not a Tiktok

This excerpt isn't about Cooch but I feel its critical knowledge: Pickles hasn't read a book in at least 3-4 years

The real bomb we're throwing here is if Pickles doesn't read books but does do the NYT crossword puzzle every day and has a streak. I mean maybe he's doing like, my first crossword puzzle for kids, but EYE like thinking about him seriously working on the Sunday crossword for an entire flight. I would say he completes it perfectly but he made fun of Nick Bonino's ereader and made Nick got mad as hell and EXPOSED him

Words are still words you're SO right king. It's not about the format or the length or the type of book you read. It's about reading . Because to read, to use your words, to engage in the action of imagination, education, storytelling and build, is to live. And I include nonfiction in that. And also audiobooks.

Also thank you for your kind words about my augury, that really made me smile 💙💙🦈🦈

[gemharvest]

My favorite hobby is saying I'm gonna go to bed and then being up for another hour. I'm going to bed now.

[sirompp]

[nhaomhi]

⋆¸* the look of love *ೃ☼

pairing: bf!sunghoon x gf!yn

synopsis: nobody has ever looked at you the way that park sunghoon does. it’s not just a glance—it’s a gaze that sees through everything. the girl you hide behind your usually quiet demeanor. one look from him makes you feel like you’re the center of the universe, like you’re his whole world.

genre: fluff (??)

word count: 0.5k (i blanked out so bad sorrysorry)

naomi’s note: i’m new to writingg dont be mean or ill cry huhuhu. i was listening to no.1 party anthem and for some reason i thought of sunghoon anddd i js had to make one ☹️☹️ aghh this is cringe stop

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The bell chimed, signaling the end of the school day. You hurriedly packed your books into your bag, eager to escape the stifling classroom. The hallways were already buzzing with the chatter of students as they spilled out of their respective classrooms like a river of youthful energy. You slipped on your shoes and stood up with no problem, eager to see him already.

As you made your way to the exit, your eyes met with the piercing gaze of Park Sunghoon, the boy who had stolen your heart. His eyes were like deep pools of mystery you found yourself drowning in, a stark contrast to his otherwise friendly and open demeanor. He was the heartthrob of many, yet he had set his sights on the uninteresting bookworm you were. He couldn’t care less about them.

Everyone saw the way he looked at you. As if you were the most mesmerizing thing he’s ever laid his eyes on. He always saw you as delicate and precious, the need to protect you always there.

Your demeanor softened, so did his. His almost intimidating demeanor morphing into a more gentle, affectionate one. “Hey, baby,” he spoke, “you ready to go?” you nodded and smiled. “Yeah, love. Let’s go.”

With that, you intertwined your fingers and began to walk to the cafeteria. Seeing that it was extremely packed and crowded, Sunghoon’s hand grips yours just a bit tighter. “Baby, go find a table, okay? I’ll get us our food.” you nodded and reluctantly let go of his hand, walking to find a table.

You sat at a table in the corner, a bit secluded, you never really liked loud noises. He soon returned, sitting next to you, holding two trays filled with food, he made sure he got what he knew you’d like better. “Thank you, love! You’re seriously the best, y’know that?” you say as you dug into the food as he smiled faintly “Only the best for you.”

While you were eating, you couldn’t help but notice him looking at you the whole time, his tray untouched. You look up, your eyes soft and curious “What is it, love? Do I have something on my face?” you proceed to wipe your face. “No, baby,” he chuckles, “you’re just.. so beautiful. Eating or not, you’re perfect. The most beautiful woman I’ve set my eyes on.” you smile softly, before deciding to tease him, just a bit “You’ve looked at other women?” his eyes widened slightly, words spilling out his mouth quickly to defend himself “What? Babyy, no! I’m just saying that you’re—“ you giggle and cut him off “I’m only kidding, love. Don’t stress.” he huffs quietly, though no malice behind it. “I’m serious though. You really are so beautiful. Has anyone ever told you that?” you nod “Yes, you have.” he gently tucks a piece of hair behind your ear, smiling. You glance up at him. He leans in, placing a hand on your waist to pull you closer while closing the distance between your lips in a soft, gentle kiss. You kiss him back as he starts whispering sweet words against your lips while kissing you.

You always disliked PDA, or physical affection in general, but for Sunghoon? Oh, how you loved it.

[kavehater]

She honestly doesn’t do much to make me like her more I swear to God !!!!

Chat is it unnatural to hate your friend 💃

[its-time-to-write]

Thank you so much for the response to my request <3. the fic was better then I could have hoped!!!!

I have a new request (but feel free to focus on the story themes you were wanting to do!), I have been really wanting to see a Jamie fic where he takes care of sick reader. Could be period or illness (no preference) and Jamie has no idea how to help but tries his best. I think its a cute idea

Can't wait to read more of your fics!

Thank you so much for requesting!! Literally love when people ask me to write things. Also, apparently everyone loves a sickfic because my other one has the most notes of everything I’ve written. Anyway, here’s your fic!

there’s orange juice in the kitchen

You are not sure of much, but you know one thing: you’re in pain. It’s 2am, and you’ve gotten a grand total of two hours of sleep. You’ve given up on laying in your bed and have filled up your bath with hot water, bubbles, and bath salts. Lots of bath salts. Your abdomen feels like it’s shredding itself and you suppose, technically speaking, it is. You’re just relieved that tomorrow is the weekend and you don’t have to slog through a work day, white-knuckling these absolutely ripping period cramps. 

You don’t have regular periods like, ever, and your doctor’s concerned about your fertility. You remember waving it off with the statement, “That’s a problem for another day.” Thing is, that was just a cop-out. You didn’t want to think about it for a single second because then it would become real, and you make it a personal point never to complain about a period no matter how brutal it is because at least it’s something and never mind that your last one was four months ago, you’re ok. You have a good life and good people and you’re fine. 

It’s just the principle, you know? The desire of choice. 

The hormones don’t help either. 

But anyway, you’re in your tiny bath trying to soothe the pain you’re in, trying to make yourself tired enough to fall asleep once you get out. You breathe, in, out. In, out. 

You’re up till 6am when you finally doze off. 

—

You wake up in a sweaty haze. You’re in soft pants and a large t-shirt, on top of your sheets rather than in them. You reach for your phone then pull your legs in with a sharp gasp. You’re still in pain. 

It subsides so you reach again and check the time. 9:01. You groan. Three hours of dubious sleep is not enough. You have a missed text from Sam (remind me which brand of kitchenware you use?) two missed texts from Keeley (look at this absolutely adorable puppy! Attached: 1 Image), and a missed call from Jamie. 

Ah, right. Jamie. 

Your boyfriend. 

Who you were supposed to meet for breakfast exactly sixteen minutes ago. 

Shit. 

You call him back and he answers on the first ring. 

“Hey love!” he says. “You alright? Not like you to miss breakfast.”

You grimace. “I uh, I wasn’t feeling well last night and I haven’t slept very good. I forgot to text you. Didn’t fall asleep until 6.”

“A.M.?” Jamie asks and you reply to the affirmative. He lets out a long “shiiit,” followed by a, “how contagious are you?”

“For you? Not very,” you say. “For another girl, incredibly contagious, although some say that’s an old wive’s tale.”

Jamie is silent in confusion, then- “Ohh, I get it! You’re not sick-sick, you’re on your fucking period.”

You chuckle, despite remaining curled up on your side. 

“Yes,” you reply, “My fucking period. I feel nauseous and tired and I am bleeding so. Much. It’s like my body’s making up for the last four months of nothing.”

Jamie’s silent for a moment and you internally cringe, kicking yourself for over sharing. You haven’t been together that long, about a month and a half, and he doesn’t need to know that about you. He’s a famous footballer, after all, and a guy’s guy. Probably gets grossed out about periods and stuff. 

Then he says, “Can I come over? I’ll bring food,” and your worries almost completely evaporate. 

“As long as you don’t care about how disgusting I am or the fact that I hurt a lot, sure,” you say. “I’ll leave the door unlocked.”

—

Jamie’s at your flat in 40 minutes, which is fast considering how much food he walks in with. He’s brought a bag of Chinese takeout, plus two overflowing grocery bags. 

“This is for now, these are for later,” he explains. He’s in a pink sweatshirt with matching shorts and socks, and maybe it’s the damned hormones again but he looks hot. His hair is pushed back with a headband and you want him to fuck you. You don’t think you can convince him, though, what with the blood. And the fact that he’s Jamie fucking Tartt. And that he probably doesn’t do shit like that because it’s gross. 

Your brain whispers, but he’s here, isn’t he? so you just push that thought down to live with other scary ones like, I will never have kids, or I’m going to live with this pain for the rest of my life.

Jamie is oblivious to this, just pulling everything out of the bags and chattering on. He’s kicked off his trainers near the door, and he hasn’t made any comments about the fact that you’ve wrapped a blanket around your shoulders like a shroud, or that your hair is in the messiest bun in the history of the world. Not the sexy, reader-insert fan fiction type of messy bun, either. Just an I-did-not-get-anywhere-NEAR-enough-sleep-last-night messy bun. 

“-and me mum always drank orange juice, swore it helped with bloating or hydration or somethin’, I don’t really know, but I got some of that too and this tea that’s supposed to help with cramps, and also a shit-ton of chocolate because I didn’t know which kind was your favorite. I was thinking we can sit on the couch and watch a movie or play Animal Crossing or some shit while eating the takeout, then I can cook you a proper fucking meal later. Coach always says it’s important to have a balanced meal when you’re under the weather, and I think it applies to this too.” He stops when he notices you just looking at him. “You alright, babe?”

“Yeah, I just- why did you get all this?” you blurt out. 

For the first time since you’ve known him, Jamie looks unsure of himself. “I dunno. I mean, I do know. You didn’t sound great over the phone, and Keeley’s always telling me to fucking listen to other people, and me mum was always the same on her period so I used to get her the things she wanted all the time. And-” he takes a breath, “and I picked up on what you said. The fuckin’ four-months shit. That ain’t good babe. Even I know that. And, we haven’t been together that long, but I’m pretty fucking sure you know that too, and I wanted to let you know I’m sorry.”

You’re momentarily fixed on the way he says certain words. Keeleh. Sorreh. It’s sweet, for some reason, and it causes a dull ache in your chest. You realize what he’s actually said to you and that ache deepens. You’d kiss him if you weren’t sure your breath was gross. 

So instead, you settle for nodding and staring at your kitchen wall. That’s because option one is kissing and option two is crying. You can’t do either right now.

A traitor tear slips out your eye anyway, and you hope Jamie won’t see it. He does. 

“Hey, hey.” He comes around the counter and pulls you into a hug, blanket shroud, messy bun, and all. “Love. It’s alright. It’s alright. You’re not alone, and we’re going to go sit on the couch and eat as much food as we can and then pass out, alright? We’re not going to think about anything else except what’s right in fuckin’ front of us.”

“That was,” you sniff, “weirdly philosophical. And very sweet. And I’m sorry for being disgusting.”

Jamie pulls away from you, and you think this is the first time he’s realized how gross you are. 

“Don’t say that shit, babe,” he says, and you laugh before you realize he isn’t joking. 

“I’m serious,” he continues. “You might feel disgusting, but you aren’t. You smell like fucking lavender, for Christ’s sake. Your pajamas are clean, and so’s your hair. Might be fuckin’ messy right now, but me mum also taught me to braid, so it’s nothing that can’t be fixed.”

You pull him back against you and let some more tears come out. 

“Why are you being so nice,” you ask, voice muffled through his sweatshirt. 

“Oh, dunno,” he replies, hint of a smile in his voice, “Think you’re fit. I like shower sex. You pick.” He pauses. “Maybe both. Heard that it can help with cramps.”

You laugh wetly into his chest. He’s warm and comforting, and so completely not what you expected him to be. You both stand in the kitchen for another minute, his cheek resting on your head before he says, “Oi, you hungry?”

“God, yes,” you say, “I could eat a fucking horse.”

“Good.” Jamie picks up the bulging bag of takeout and a roll of paper towels. “Lead the way, babe.”

—

It’s not until much later, after you’ve eaten, watched a movie, and showered (and all that implies) that you realize you’re finally tired. Finally calm. You let yourself relax on your bed in Jamie’s arms, breathing in his clean smell. In, out. In, out. By the third breath, you’re asleep. 

[lowkeyrobin]

Mcyts x autistic reader

•Like autistic reader, who is very open and proud about being autistic. And like openly stems, especially when happy. Hand flaping, finger wiggling, spinning, vocal stims, full body shaking ext

• reader is really bad with volume control and often either mumbles or yells. Maybe when talking about something they're interested in, they just scream mid sentence and then carry on.

• read unknowingly mimicking there s/o while masking like copying their accents, laughs, boy language or just repeat whatever they just said.

• reader info dumps and asks allot of questions (even if that seem obvious)

• reader will randomly just stop masking and give like resting bitch face and speak with more monotone voice.

•and reader quotes things a lot like shows, movies, tiktoks, and people.

<3

oooo okay okay!! I did my best here I swear 🙏 I only did Tommy, Freddie, Quackity & Nihachu bc I genuinley had no new ideas for the others so I apologize 😭🙏 ranboo and tubbo would've been mixtures of everyone and I'm trying to make them all different and it just didn't work ; also this took way too long and maybe ill do a pt2 of this w them + foolish & charlie and whoever else ; anyways hopefully this is good, I did a little bit of research just in case so yeah djsjskkaka

MCYT ; autistic reader

includes ; tommyinnit, badlinu, quackity, & nihachu

warnings ; language

disclaimers ; i'm not autistic so i referred to req above + some research, i apologize if anything is incorrect

masterlist

TOMMYINNIT

he's never had a problem with you being autistic and neither have you, and you're totally fine with him making little jokes or comments because you can most of the time see therough them

he finds your stimming, especially when you're happy and excited, so fucking adorable. he literally crumbles everytime.

he also loves when you have him stim with you

you two have this little finger wiggling thing you do together, reference the "dunga dunga dunga" moment in the amsterdam vlog because I can't describe it 💀

if you're spinning to stim, he'll often joke about you getting dizzy or needing to throw up, and halfway join you because you're spinning to create a damn tornado, he can't go that fast LMAO

if somewhere is too loud and you need out, you're going dw, he couldn't care less if you just automatically yell, go nonverbal, or only begin mumbling to him. he's got you

absolutely loves when you're ranting about special interests or hyperfixations

he'll genuinley listen all day long

"and it's so interesting *cue yell* because-"

he'll lightly cringe at the change in volume but don't worry, he's fine. if you ever think differently he'll 100% reassure you that he's alright and he doesn't mind it whatsoever

you'll unknowingly pick up his accent and he'll notice immediately but not point it out, because he's learned that you'll go back to normal after he points it out. he finds it so cute tho

if you're masking in public and get comfy enough, you'll have this miserable looking bitch face and he's just like "Oh they're just like that, don't worry"

you also pick up saying bitch a lot, which he finds hilarious

doesn't understand tone tags a hundred percent but he uses the ones he knows and learns a lot of the other ones as your relationship grows

youre probably quoting total drama and mean girls 24/7 let's be honest

"you're just a homeschooled jungle freak!"

"christ, okay, y/n"

"you know I was quoting mean girls"

whatever phrase he's addicted to saying, you are too

"DARLINGGGGG GUESS WHOS BACK FROM THE PSYCH WARD"

"WHAT THE FUCK?"

FREDDIE BADLINU

always smiles seeing you stim when you're happy/excited

vocal stims with him >>>

9 times out of 10 he'll repeat them after you say them to kind of make it a game, to see who can say ___ the most

you copy his accent and his frequently used phrases a lot

it makes him get all mushy inside because you're literally thinking about him 24/7

info dumping to him >>>> he's always listening bro

he doesn't mind you asking a lot of questions, even if the answer seems obvious. he understands that you don't wanna screw something up or understand something wrong

lots of quoting Garfield. I don't make the rules

"WE'RE BACHELORS, BABY" ; you both quote this often, let's be honest

"whoever moved my shit around should be dragged out onto the street and shot"

"i really hope you're quoting Garfield this time.."

your resting bitch face genuinely makes him giggle, ESPECIALLY the monotone voice

you're also constantly quoting bits from Tommy's show 💀 or replicating the little dance they learned to introduce Freddie

he apologizes a million times, he just can't take you seriously sometimes (if it's a more lighthearted situation)

he seems like the type to know most the tone tags and knows when to use them, but the ones like /nf trip him up

like wdym nf??? like the rapper?? like the guy from those gacha music videos? what's he doing here?

when you randomly yell when you're talking about a special interest/hyperfixation, he raises his eyebrows with an amused smile and nod

"and *cue yell* it's so fucked up but so good!"

"yeah?"

NIKI NIHACHU

she's picked up some stimming from you

you guys finger wiggle little whiskers, like ants or some sort of bug

spinning when you're exited >>>

she cheers you on to try and get you to go faster LMAO

bad with volume control? that's totally fine. she completely understands

giggles whenever you get loud mid-sentence and playfully throws her hands up like you scared her

"Peter... the horse is here"

"is it now?" she giggles

always quoting tik toks and vines istg

ALEX QUACKITY

"road work ahead? yeah, I sure hope it does"

"THIS IS THE BEST DAMN CHICKEN I HAVE EVER HAD"

"oooo I love that scarlet color" she smiles

"I love that scarlet color" you whisper

she loves when you info dump about your special interests/hyperfixations, especially if it's something she's not really into but will gladly hear you talk about because it's interesting

she's also very on it with tone tags just in case, whether you tell her you need them or not

"I'll kill you wtf"

"/J /J SORRY"

she knows every single tone tag, if there was a tone tag test, she'd ace it

the monotone voice and bitch face always scare her for a moment, she's gotta make sure if you're okay and just not masking or if you're actually upset about something

she always gets you gifts surrounding your special interests/current fixations

bro if you're a fanfic writer... she's ur number one reader. absolutely lovessss your writing

you'll pick up her soft tone of voice and the accent and she will do anything but point it out, she loves knowing that she's the one paying attention to it, and seeing you just catch onto something and for you to not notice

need compression for comfort? he's there, any squeezing or form of compression you need is there

need to squeeze his hand? go ahead. need a tight ass hug? he's there

always does a proud smile when he sees you stim, especially in public

generally proud that you aren't masking in public and you're comfortable being yourself

he'll even stim with you sometimes to make you not feel weird about stimming in public and shit 💔

you catch onto his mannerisms a lot, like adjusting your hair, any hats/beanies, talking with your hands, etc

like you'll catch yourself going to adjust your sunglasses and you don't have any on. you realize "wait I've been watching him do it all night, have I been doing that??"

so much info dumping and he's here for it

"wait, what then?"

"she *cue louder talk/almost yell* fucking dies! it was either die or suffer!"

"holy shit, for real?"

you guys are both quoting dumb shit let's be honest

modern family quotes.... you can't go an hour without them

always mumbling "gotta fix that step" it's a vocal stim atp

there's not even a step to fix.

"THERE IS NO DONE IN DUNPHY!!"

"YEAH BEAT HIS ASS Y/N YOURE THE BEST PVPER EVER"

y/u/n was slain by Tubbo

"oh"

"I'm the cool dad, that's my thang, I'm hip"

"y/n I can't do this today" He cackles

[max-the-ghost]

Dearest people of Minecraft Diaries and MyStreet,

I feel there is a issue we need to address.

When I say these things I mean no ill will and hope not to offend, but I feel it must be spoken.

The people we know in MyStreet are NOT the same ones we know in MCD, and it can be said the same way around. I know to some this is a shocking statement and some of you will want to start a uproar but listen to my words. Irene was trying to convey this to Aphmau and to herself in the ending of MyStreet Season 6; she was trying to live through Aphmaus life even though Irenes time had already passed. She wanted to believe she could live through Aphmaus eyes and live the life she could have had with her friends and when all else failed she tried to rely on something familiar, Aaron. But Aaron did not respond to her, for he was not the same Aaron she knew, thus having her to sacrifice herself for a life she wish she could have lived. That was not her Aaron, just as all of her friends were not HER friends. They were Aphmaus, and even though she wanted to believe it, she was not her. Irene is apart of Aphmau, yes, but she's not her. We all believe that the characters in MyStreet are some kind of reincarnations of the characters in Minecraft Diaries, I believe this too, but I must remind you all that reincarnations does not mean to relive your life, it means to be rebirthed. When being rebirthed you're no longer what you once were, you are now an entirely new being, be it you still have your fundamental foundations. We see this with MyStreet with almost everything single character. At the beginning, we see Garroths and Laurences struggle with their love for Aphmau, as she too struggles to pick, then comes Aaron who ultimately wins her heart. We see Kawaii-Chan have her ever loving obsession with sweets and cute things. We see Katelyn be strong and independent, yet very hot headed. We see Zane be broody and evil, yet cunning in his own weird sick way. But at the end of the day their stories all end differently. Garroth learns to love Aph more like a friend while he learns how to goof off. Laurence decides to move on from Aph and eventually doesn't become part of the main cast. Kawaii-Chan is shown to be more than her cuteness and learns that she should try to show her true colors more. Katelyn eventually finds someone to make her feel more open and fun as well. Zane, one of the biggest ones to change, learns to have friends and accept love. He's not longer a villain but now a edgy yet caring boy that loves cupcakes and his friends. All of these things show how that even though they had their fundamentals, they ARE different. Be it from different circumstances, different settings, it matters not. You cannot compare the characters and say that they've been "ruined" because that simply doesn't make sense. Garroth in Minecraft Diaries and Garroth in MyStreet are clearly different people. Same can be said for Zane, Kawaii-Chan, Aaron, any character at all, even Aphmau. Therefore, I would like the enjoyers of both series to not judge one another. We all are enjoyers of stories, and the fact our stories intertwine should not be a curse, but instead a blessing. To show how far Irene and Aphmau have come on both of their individual yet intertwined lives.

Thank you for your time.

                  -----Sincerily, a cringe weirdo who spends way to much time watching YouTuber series

[nicegaai]

im attempting my fic reread today. im announcing this bc i will be liveblogging to keep my morale up, NOT THAT anyone cares but i personally need this, like ill only commit to do the thing if theres an imaginary audience holding me accountable. & i like to have fun :3

anyway. captains log, its a beautiful sunny july weekend. i just finished my morning coffee, and, i am dreading this so much. i dont like rereading my own writing but i shall get over it. ok here we go.

Þetta Reddast vagueblogged directors commentary edition

Ch 1:

*opens fic and starts convulsing immediately* god i wish i smoked weed rn. i cannot chill out ever for the life of me

My Mission For Today Is: to remember what plot threads I’ve left hanging so I can resolve this story properly. And also try n remember where the flow is going. I have the end plotted out, I just am a little lost … it’s been a while :-(

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Abrupt beginning!!!! I’m not mad because I have . I HAD. Almost no writing experience when I started this. it isn’t ideal but I refuse to be one of those fanfic writers that starts rewriting early chapters without finishing the last ones. Ive never seen one of those types actually finish a longfic. …I’d already rather yap than actually read LMAO AHH

Oh this is worse than I remember. thats cool that s great ok alright *coughs up blood*

"20 somethings" WOW I really did not know where I was going with this when I started huh

LKJSDLKSJDLGKGDJSLDGJK ??? Who authorized this. Who let me cook. What the hell

I could write this better now. I could edit this into something beautiful. <- devil on my shoulder

FORGOT I WAS MAKING RICE BRB

"generously offered nothing to the exchange." wait STOPPPP. I’m so funny

GRAMMAR ERROR DETECTED why is there two periods. I’ll be coming back to fix that …………………. :-(((

Fuck. This is a lot. Marge Simpson Hiding Her Face dot Png

Oh this is stupid this is gayyy this is fukcinnn . Who fucking did t his. What was wrong with me,. This is so good actually. what was i ONNNN. 

Im gonna throw up and I don’t know if thats like/. A complimentary thing or if im just cringing that hard . Im feeling emotions. I love my OTPs..OT3~5? I love them so so much

Ok as much as im like “eww bad writing” this is .. dare I say, rly good in places. Not to suck my own dick but maybe all hope isnt lost and imposter syndrome is an illusion

Grammar mistake #2. Goddddddd. they should ban me from the archive for this

EMILLLLL EMIL EMIL EMIL HIIIIII BABYYYY EMILLL I LOVE UUUU AWWHUUGHH everyone clap for my bewoved baby bruvver right FUCKING now

Urghhh gritting my teeth… Im fully expecting the flow of events to start not making any gd sense. There’s no way this came together the way I hoped in my head and .... For real I was never able to read this all the way thru. this is my first time, lol. and it was all disjointed on the authorial end to say the least. Im scared T-T

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Im not liking the ratio of dialogue to whatever the other stuff is. scene-setting I guess. prose maybe. i could have dragged this out way longer... By which I mean made it a more satisfying read. But WHATEVER !!!! 

TIMO !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TIMOOOOOOOOOO NUMERO UNOOOO DO MUNDOOOOOO I really need to utilize him more. As soon as I finish this fic I need to write a Timo POV spinoff where he gets cancelled on furry twitter for proshipping in real life

Hmmmm chapter ending didn’t hit as hard in practice as it did in drafts. Oh well. God damn that was a lot to happen in one chapter LMAOO???

OH SHIT MY RICE IS STILL COOKING —— 

[amnevitahwritesstuff]

The story of how the High Lord of the Night Court saved Rhysand's mother and gave her the one thing no one else could.

Fandom: A Court of Thorns and Roses

Pairing: Rhysand's Father/Rhysand's Mother

Rating: Explicit

Triggers: Brief Abuse (not main pairing)

AO3 Link

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I Saw Her Standing There

This was it.

She’d worked so hard to delay this moment and still somehow she knew she’d always end up here: struggling and screaming as several males held her down, ready to take a knife to her wings. In the end, all the herbs and starvation in the world couldn’t save her from the inevitable destiny of every Illyrian female.

Still, Verena refused to go down without a fight.

“Hold still you stupid bitch!” She could feel hands on her wings, holding them taut even as she poured all of her strength into thrashing them.

And then suddenly…Verena fell to the ground as the hands holding her simply…vanished.

She glanced at her hands, wondering why everything was suddenly red. Had she hit her head?

Verena shivered on the ground with adrenaline and confusion before a pair of boots came into her line of sight. She cringed away on instinct, certain this was another male who had come to take away the only thing she had ever cared about.

When she glanced up, however, it was not another Illyrian male who stared down at her, but a high fae with night dark hair and piercing violet eyes. Verena only had a moment to wonder what a high fae would be doing here when she suddenly felt a hard tug on her soul.

She had never felt this feeling before, and yet deep down she still knew exactly what it was.

The mating bond.

This was…her mate.

He must’ve seen the recognition in her eyes because he didn’t even wait for her to say anything, he just crouched down, reached forward ever so gently, and winnowed her away from the only home she’d ever known.

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He had taken her to an honest to gods palace.

That was the only thing Verena could think when they appeared in front of the most lavish entryway she had ever seen.

“Where…where are we?” She whispered, equally awed, terrified, and confused.

“Velaris.” It was the first time he had spoken since she’d laid eyes on him. His voice was deep, rough, but strangely gentle. “Come.”

He pulled her forward, into a glittering palace of marble and expensive furnishings, and for some reason she let him. She didn’t even know this male’s name.

“Emrys.”

Verena startled. “What?”

“My name,” he said simply.

Emrys…like the…

Verena felt her heart stop.

Emrys…High Lord of the Night Court.

She’d been kidnapped by her High Lord.

That was why she was in a palace. Why he was able to take her here uncontested.

“What happens now?”

“You’re going to eat.”

Verena startled. “I’m sorry?”

“I don’t know what they fed you in that camp, but it clearly wasn’t enough.”

She didn’t even bother to deny it. It couldn’t have been more obvious by her ill-fitted dress and the sharpness of her collarbones that she ate barely more than scraps most days. Even if she hadn’t been desperate to starve her menses into submission she was still often the last one fed in her family. After all, what were daughters worth in comparison to sons? Why feed them if they didn’t bring glory to the family?

So Verena just shrugged.

Besides, she was hungry.

Her mate led her into the largest dining area she’d ever seen and she couldn’t help but marvel at the vaulted ceilings and ostentatious luxury gilding every wall, every piece of furniture, even the cutlery as she sat down. She was attempting to gauge if the plate in front of her were actually trimmed with real gold (who was she kidding, of course it was) when the High Lord spoke again.

“What do you like to eat?”

Verena looked up from her plate, surprised and a little confused. “…Like to eat?”

She’d never been given a choice in what she ate. Food was food. It was the difference between survival and starvation. She had always just eaten whatever had been put in front of her, simple as that. Perhaps, on a particularly special occasion, she might have been handed a sweet but those days were rare and had only happened when she was still a child. Something to be occasionally doted upon. Not like now, where she was grown and could only be considered a stubborn liability.

A strange look passed over the High Lord’s face, though too quickly for her to actually tell what he was thinking.

“What about…cake? Do you like cake?”

Verena had never eaten cake a day in her life and told him as much. And…there. There was that look again. He seemed almost…pained. But no, that couldn’t be right. Why would he be in pain?

Emrys seemed to come to a decision and waved his hand and, quite to her surprise, a beautiful white cake appeared on her plate. It was covered in some sort of solidified cream and dotted with strawberries as red and ripe as little jewels.

“Eat,” he said. It was both a command and maybe even a plea from the way he was eyeing her bony wrists as she picked up a spoon.

The first bite was…she couldn’t even describe it. Better than anything she’d ever eaten. Like the first taste of spring after a long winter. It was sweet and soft and creamy and wonderful and before she knew it she was crying.

Her spoon clattering loudly onto her plate as she covered her face with her hands, trying to hide her outburst from this terrifying male who could erase her with a thought. The day’s events seemed to catch up with her all at once and it was all she could do to keep from sobbing.

How did she get here? This morning she’d been panicking over her long delayed monthly cycle appearing and how she was going to hide it and now she was dining on cake with the most powerful person in the Night Court.

Who was her mate.

A mate who felt positively ancient. Old in ways she couldn’t even fathom as a female barely out of girlhood. This was not a male she would be able to call ‘partner’. There was simply too much between them. Age, rank, race. What would they even possibly be able to agree upon?

But he was still her mate. The mate who, in one fell swoop, saved her from a life of agony and servitude. A mate who had saved her wings and, with them, the freedom she so desperately coveted. A mate who had already killed for her and would do so again without question.

“What is going to happen to me?”

It was the only thing that mattered now.

“We complete the bond. You stay here. No one touches you ever again.”

“That’s it?”

“That’s it.”

It was almost too good to be true.

With one ceremony she could free herself. Her wings wouldn’t be clipped. She wouldn’t be sold to one of her father’s friends. She wouldn’t be forced to be a broodmare to a husband who would beat her as surely as her own father beat her mother. She could…she could be free. Truly free. Or, at least, as free as an Illyrian female could ever hope to be.

And all it would take was binding herself to the great and terrible Lord of Nightmares.

She swallowed, feeling grossly out of her depth.

“Will I get to fly?”

The High Lord blinked, as if that was the last question he’d thought she’d ask of him.

“Of course,” he said with a strange look on his face. “You may fly wherever you wish.”

He said it as if it were a trifle, but to her it was everything.

Verena pushed her plate towards him.

“Then I accept.”

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They were married that same evening.

There was no grand ceremony befitting a High Lord, but instead him, her, and a priestess pulled out of her bed to perform the rights. Verena couldn’t help marveling at how simple it was to sell her freedom. All it had taken for her to become the Lady of the Night Court was an impatient High Lord and a few words muttered over their joined hands and then that was that. They hadn’t even had to leave the House of Wind. And before she could truly process her new station in life she was pulled into her new husband’s bedchamber.

Perhaps she should’ve been terrified of the imposing man who slowly unwrapped her the way she would a treasured solstice gift, but Verena found that all she truly felt was impatience. The sooner they consummated their union, the sooner no one would ever again have the power to hold her down and take away what was most important to her.

And it would seem her husband agreed because even the discovery of blood between her thighs, still fresh from her new monthly courses, didn’t seem to deter him. She remembered the way her father had often complained of how ‘dirty’ her mother’s courses were, and refuse to touch her (she also remembered that those were her mother’s favorite days of the month, when she’d be left in peace). Surely her new husband would be the same?

“I’m sorry, we can wait if you prefer-”

“Are you in pain?”

“N-no…”

“Then I don’t care.”

And he truly didn’t it seemed, because he had no qualms petting her there, leisurely, as if she were a cat, uncaring of the blood slicking his fingers. And it was hard for her to care either, with the way he looked at her and the way those fingers made her feel. Hot. Indolent. And shivery in a way that had nothing to do with the drafty bedchamber. And then the High Lord reached his other hand to her wing and brushed his fingers along it.

Before she truly understood what was happening she felt her whole body seize. Her insides clenched in a way she had never experienced before, and heat and pleasure spread through her veins like lightning. All Verena could do was grasp onto her mate blindly and cry out as she rode the feeling out.

“What…I don’t…” She couldn’t even properly describe what had just happened to her.

Her mate could though. “You’re lovely when you come.”

“...Come?”

“Your pleasure,” he said simply, as if that explained everything. Oh so gently, he pushed her to lay upon the massive bed before finally stripping himself of his clothing.

“While I have no doubt those Illyrian brutes fail to pleasure their wives properly I have no intentions of leaving my mate unsatisfied.”

Verena had no idea what to say to that. She hadn’t even known that sex could be pleasurable for females. Her mother certainly hadn’t derived any pleasure from her father rutting over her every night.

“You are not your mother,” the High Lord frowned. There he went, dipping into her thoughts again. Something she’d begun to notice after their initial panicked moments together. Perhaps she should be more terrified that her mate was a daemati, capable of rifling through her head like ledger, but she only felt…safe (if a little annoyed). “You are mine. And I will never let you feel as if fucking is a chore.”

And it was clear he intended to make good on that promise as he crawled over her like the predator he was and spread her legs wide. Once more, he brought her to her peak with his fingers dipping into the hot cleft of her and circling the tiny nub of flesh at its apex.

This certainly didn’t seem anything like the sex she’d seen. For one, her mate hadn’t put his cock inside her yet, and seemed more than content with making her writhe around like a cat in heat.

“But…what about you?” Verena gasped.

Perhaps her question reminded him of just why they were here, because in the next moment she suddenly found herself rolled over and up until she sat astride the High Lord of the Night Court, her wings flared out behind her as she tried to find her balance.

“This will do for me just fine.”

She felt her cheeks heat, feeling even more on display than before. Perhaps that was the point.

“But…what do I do?” It felt stupid to ask such a question, but her frame of reference for such things was limited to the glimpses she’d gotten of her parents late at night. And of course as far as she knew they’d only ever done things with her father on top.

But her new husband seemed completely unbothered by her question and only urged her hips to grind down, back and forth. She felt her cunt slip slide over his cock and felt her face grow even warmer in response.

She felt…she felt…

“That’s it,” he grunted in encouragement before she felt his cock catch against the mouth of her cunt and-

It…it didn’t hurt.

Verena marveled at that fact more than any other as she slid slowly down and watched her mate’s face twist as if he were the one in pain. She’s heard so many stories from the females in her life, warnings and shared commiseration of now terrible and painful sex was supposed to be, especially that first time.

Though it didn’t quite feel pleasurable, her muscles ached at the stretch clearly not used to such an activity quite yet, but it was a shock to realize that there was no pain either. That something feared and spoken of in resigned and frightened whispers was, in fact, quite…nice.

“We can do better than nice,” her mate growled suddenly and then his thumb was on that little nub of flesh between her legs and-

“Oh!” She felt that shivery, clenching feeling return.

He seemed pleased with that reaction and kept up his ministrations as Verena instinctively rocked back and forth, chasing that lovely, maddening high he’d given her before. And like before, all it took was his other hand creeping up to brush against her wing and she was gone. She gasped as her whole body clenched and tightened down on the male inside of her and she heard his ragged groan and felt something hot coat the inside of her cunt. 

In her haze, she felt strong arms pull her down and warm lips brush along her forehead and then onto her own.

Her first kiss.

It was…sweet.

Not exactly something she would’ve associated with her imposing, stoic mate. But then again, she barely knew him. That was alright though. They had their whole lives to get to know one another. And even if he turned out to be terrible, at least he’d given her this.

Her freedom.

A future.

So she leaned down and kissed him back.

[wtfsheikura]

Chapter 1

FOURTEEN YEARS LATER

I SWIRL THE TOOTHPICK IN my cocktail, frowning at the lone green olive floating in the watered-down vodka and vermouth. With a resigned sigh, I pluck the olive from the glass and pop it into my mouth, the briny taste doing little to improve my mood.

I expected to be served a top-shelf liquor and a more generous garnish, considering the exorbitant cost of a drink. But I suppose that's the price you pay for hiding out in a hotel bar on the Strip.

If my father were here, he would demand a refund and bring every bartender and server in the place to tears on his way out the door. He's a ruthless businessman, willing to do whatever it takes to come out on top, even at the expense of those closest to him.

My phone buzzes, interrupting my pity party for one. A small smile tugs at my lips when I see who's calling.

"Hey, Sukuna," I answer.

"Aren't you supposed to be schmoozing with clients right now?" he asks with a hint of amusement.

"Aren't you supposed to be in bed? It's past midnight in London," I quip.

He chuckles. "It's the weekend. I just left the club, and was hoping my call would go straight to voicemail so I could leave you a message about how lucky I am that Dick sent you to Vegas instead of me."

My lips curve into a sly grin at his comment. My father's name is F/n, but Sukuna has a bad habit of calling him Dick, especially when he's in one of his moods, which is almost always. It would be a disaster if Sukuna ever slipped up and called him that to his face. Thank god my dad moved back to New York  a few years ago and spends most of his time in the States, so we don't have to see him in person very often.

"My last meeting ended early, so I stopped by the hotel bar for a quick drink." I frown at my unimpressive cocktail. "At least I stuck around until the end. If I remember correctly, you skipped out a full day early the last time my dad sent you to meet with a client."

"What did he expect, sending me to Louisiana during Mardi Gras? My clients wanted to party, and who was I to deny them? I closed the deal, so he has nothing to complain about," he grumbles. "You're the responsible one, which is why he sent you this time."

"That's not true. He would have sent Nanami if he wasn't busy running the European division. I swear he sends me to these things just to torment me." I cringe, knowing there's more truth to that than I care to admit.

Dad walked out on us at the end of my and Suguru's senior year.

It nearly destroyed my mom when, only a month after they finalized their divorce, he announced he married a European socialite with ties to the royal family. Sukuna and Nanami, her two sons, were both in their early twenties. They went to work for my dad and have been with Geto International since.

I had no interest in meeting them at first, but after college, I reluctantly agreed to join the company and had to work with them since I requested to be assigned to the London office. Sakuna and I bonded over our dislike of my dad and became fast friends. Nanami is laser-focused on the business, so we don't spend time together outside of work, but we have a great rapport.

Despite my best efforts, Suguru refuses to have anything to do with our dad and won't meet Sukuna and Nanami, even though he lives in London. As far as he's concerned, they're strangers and should stay that way.

"You should be out partying and getting laid, not spending your last night in Sin City in a stuffy hotel bar, surrounded by balding middle-aged men looking to make the most out of their trip before going back to their wives and kids in the suburbs," Sukuna says.

We may be step-siblings by definition, but he is my closest friend, which means we talk about almost everything.

I glance around the room, surveying the other patrons. Most of them fit his description to a tee—older men with receding hairlines and ill-fitted suits.

"I'm going to have to pass on the partying and getting laid." I take a long sip of my martini. "As soon as I finish my drink, I'm ordering room service and taking a nice, long bath." Given the choice, I much prefer a night of solitude over being in a crowded room with people I have no interest in associating with.

Sukuna lets out an exasperated sigh. "Y/n, it's been two years since you broke things off with Naoya. Isn't it time you started dating again?"

I bristle at his comment. "I have moved on," I state firmly.

I swore off dating the day I caught Naoya, my ex-fiancé, cheating on me with his assistant. It had been a typical Tuesday afternoon until I walked in on them doing it doggy style in Naoya's apartment.

Men are far more trouble than they're worth. My collection of handy rabbit vibrators gets me off more times in a week than Landon did in the whole of our five-year relationship.

I've learned the hard way that getting emotionally attached to someone only leads to heartache, and I don't plan to put myself through that again.

"You're in Las Vegas," Sukuna declares with gusto. "One night of making bad decisions, like getting drunk and having filthy, hot sex with a stranger, can't hurt." I wrinkle my nose in disgust. "Haven't you heard the saying, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas? This is the perfect opportunity to let loose and have a good time. Then you can return to London and be your boring old self again," he jokes.

"Gee, thanks for the self-esteem boost," I mumble as I take another sip of my drink.

He's not wrong, but his words still sting.

Apparently, the handful of times I've joined him for a night out or met Suguru for dinner doesn't count as a social life. I can see why he finds it unhealthy that, aside from my demanding work schedule, I prefer to spend my limited free time alone.

"Y/n, I care about you and want you to be happy. You deserve to settle down someday and find someone who worships the ground you walk on."

I used to want that, too, but things have changed.

"I don't have any interest in..." My voice trails off when movement in the corner of my eye catches my attention. I glance up just in time to watch a newcomer enter the bar area. From my vantage point, I can only see his profile, but there's something strangely familiar about him.

The stranger has Snow-white messy undercut hair that falls to his eyes and a chiseled jawline. While everyone else in the hotel bar is dressed in business attire, he's wearing dark-wash jeans, a white long-sleeve dress shirt with the top two buttons undone, and leather loafers. Even without seeing his face, I can sense he's trouble.

He's captured the attention of every woman in the room, their gazes locked on him as if he's the ultimate prize. As for me, I have no interest in him whatsoever.

Then why can't I stop staring?

"Y/n, are you still there?" Sukuna's voice breaks through my trance.

It's a good thing we're not video chatting, or he might notice the blush spreading across my cheeks when I realize I've been checking out a stranger. I'm usually indifferent to men, and this one shouldn't be any different.

"Yeah, I'm here," I reply, keeping my gaze fixed on my drink.

"When are you coming home?" Sukuna asks.

"My flight leaves for London in the morning."

"You could always spend the weekend in Vegas," he persists, like a dog with a bone.

"I'd much rather sleep in my bed tomorrow night."

"Fine," he says with a defeated sigh. "But if you change your mind and need a day to recuperate, let me know."

"I'll see you bright and early on Monday, Sukuna," I tell him.

"Travel safe."

As soon as I hang up, a middle-aged man sits next to me, despite plenty of other seats at the bar. My guess is he was waiting for me to finish my conversation before he approached.

I ignore him in favor of pretending to read an email. The last thing I want is to be pulled into a conversation with someone I'm not interested in talking to. I'm scolding myself for not leaving the bar while I was still talking with Sukuna. I blame the devilishly handsome stranger for distracting me.

"Excuse me." The guy next to me taps me on the shoulder.

I look over and meet his dull brown eyes. Sweat drips down his temples, highlighting his receding hairline. He pulls out a grimy handkerchief from his pinstripe suit, which is too small around the middle, and wipes his brow.

I grimace when he sets the used handkerchief on the counter between us.

"Can I help you?" I ask, trying my best to hide my repulsion.

"I'm Larry. I'd like to buy you a drink." A grin spreads across his face, exposing a poorly done set of veneers, which makes it more unsettling than friendly.

"I appreciate the offer, but I already have one." I lift my glass for emphasis.

"You definitely need something stronger." His nasally voice grates against my ears.

"No, thank you."

"Come on, baby. From the moment I saw you, I wanted to tell you that if beauty were a crime, you'd be serving a life sentence."

I let out a choked noise. "I'm sorry if I gave the wrong impression, but I'm not interested."

Being direct tends to be the most effective approach when turning down someone's advances. It leaves no room for misinterpretation or for leading someone on for the sake of being nice, which never ends well.

Larry's eyes narrow. "Is this how you treat someone who compliments you?"

"It's how I treat men who don't know how to take no for an answer." I grab my purse, ready to hightail it out of here. I'm startled when his meaty hand clamps around my upper arm.

"Sit. Back. Down," he hisses sharply.

"Let me go," I say through gritted teeth. This guy has another thing coming if he thinks I'll comply with his harassment. "I said I'm not interested." I place my hand over his and dig my fingernails into his skin, causing him to loosen his grip.

"Why you little bit—"

"Don't even think about finishing that sentence." The deep voice sends a thrill down my spine.

Curiosity gets the better of me, and I find the stranger I was ogling earlier hovering over my unwanted guest. A sharp exhale passes my lips when I realize he's not a stranger at all—it's Satour Gojo. It's no wonder he felt familiar. He's been my brother's best friend since we were kids, although I haven't seen him in almost fifteen years.

The unwanted sensation of butterflies in my stomach when his eyes soften and he flashes me a smirk before turning his attention back to Larry.

"Leave now, or I'll call security," Satour threatens calmly.

Larry gives him a wary glance, not daring to question his order. He has enough sense to shove his handkerchief in his pocket and scurry out of his chair, and rush toward the exit. His compliance may have something to do with the jagged scar on Satour's face, spanning from his left eyebrow, carving a winding path across his cheek down to the corner of his mouth. The pronounced pinkish color gives him a menacing appearance.

My memory takes me back to after his accident when he expressed how much he hated the scar because it served as a constant reminder that his outward appearance was different from everyone else. It didn't help that Suki, his high school girlfriend, never shied away from complaining about how it looked whenever she got the chance. In my opinion, it's sexy as hell. A reminder of Satour's willingness to help someone in need—consequences be damned.

My hands tremble as Satour gives me a wicked grin. He may be devastatingly handsome, but from what Suguru's told me about him over the years, I was right to think he was dangerous—just not in the conventional sense.

Something tells me he won't be as easy to get rid of as Larry was.

@holylonelyponyeatingmacaroni

[thelonelyshore-if]

What are the ROs most embarrassing memories?

Sorry this took a minute for me to answer, Anon! For some reason this one stumped me. This turned out long so answers below the cut!

Beck- is frequently doing dangerous, ill-advised stunts. Typically he couldn't care less if said stunts backfire, but there was one really bad instance when he was a teenager. He was on a date and trying to show off. He grinned at his date, shouted "Hey, watch this!", and dramatically tried to leap over a fence. Cue him tripping, falling face-first into it, and ending up with a head wound. Nothing says 'successful date' like ending up in the ER.

Perri- is the type to mull over every single embarrassing thing that's ever happened to them forever. It's the anxiety. However, one memory does stand out. A year or two ago they found out that a frequent caller on their radio show was somebody who was, more or less, making stories up just to mess with them. Perri heard the guy boasting to his friends about it one night at the local bar, calling the show and Perri a big joke. They ended up furious and embarrassed, and still feel terrible about it today.

Croft- when they were a kid they got into a lot of arguments online. They would furiously pick fights with anybody whose opinion they disagreed with. None of these fights stick out in particular, but overall it's this huge embarrassing period of Croft's life that they look back on and cringe.

Yasmin- she's pretty relaxed about this sort of thing. She very much so tries to leave the past in the past and does her best not to dwell on things. If she had to pick one, it'd be a party in high school where she got sloppy drunk and ended up confessing to her (now-deceased) future husband that she was in love with him. It's an embarrassing memory, but if it's brought up she's quick to smugly point out that it worked.

Jay- as a teenager they decided to throw a party one night when their mom was on an overnight shift at the hospital. They were supposed to be babysitting their little sister, who was looking forward to spending time together and felt ignored. So she proceeded to grab Jay's journal and did a dramatic reading in front of all of their friends. Jay managed to stop her before she got too deep into it, but still. It was awful.

Ravi- is horrible with names and faces. On more than one occasion he's found himself halfway through a conversation with someone from high school, knowing deep in his heart that he has absolutely no idea who he's talking to. It's always embarrassing and annoying, and it's just another reason to avoid interacting with the living when he can help it.

[thatuselesshuman]

Writer Questionnaire Tag

Thank you for the tag @wyked-ao3

It's always fun to do one of these lol

How long have you had your writing Tumblr/Writeblr? A fast and loose estimate is fine!

I've had a Tumblr account for about 6 months or so but I've only been a 'writeblr' for a couple months.

What led you to create it?

Idk tbh. I kinda just decided that I wanted to share my writing and it led me here.

What’s your favorite thing about the Writeblr community?

All of the creativity is amazing. I'm a whore for lore and world building, and the worlds that y'all come up with are immaculate. I could only hope to think of a world that vast and interesting.

What’s one thing you’d like your mutuals to know about you?

Please ddon't take me seriously. I've said it before and I'll say it again, but I'm not just a clown, I'm the entire circus. The day you take me too seriously (especially as an author) is the death of my whimsy.

Is there anything you’d like to see more of on your dash?

Nothing I can really think of. I'm pretty happy with how it is rn lol

WIP it Good

Which Works-in-Progress (WIPs) or writing projects are you noodling about, lately?

Bloody Hands are Kind and None of Us Heroes are always floating around. They're never not beating my ass with ideas and scenes.

How long have you been working on them?

I've been working of the series component of Bloody Hands are Kind since February, and None of Us Heroes for about 1 and a half months.

Do you remember what inspired them/what got you started?

None of Us Heroes started from the Honkai Star Rail brainworms known as Adventurine and Dr Ratio. Their designs and story inspired the two main characters of None of Us Heroes. The series component of Bloody Hands are Kind was basically me shoving a long-standing OC of mine into the Hunger Games universe and praying it would work.

How much time, in your best estimation, do you spend thinking about them?

At least a few hours a day, usually when I'm laying in bed trying to fall asleep. My array of illnesses make falling asleep hard and I find that thinking about my stories makes it easier to forget that I'm not asleep (and therefore hopefully fall asleep).

When someone asks the dreaded, “What do you write about,” question, what do you usually say?

"Whatever the voices command."

What do you want to say (if it’s different from what you do say)?

Meh I say that because I find it funny so idk if I'd change it.

Let’s Rotate Blorbos

Name any characters you created. Side characters, protagonists, antagonists, characters who’ve never been written, the first original abomination you ever pulled from your ass; whomever you’d like!

OHH LORD THIS IS GONNA BE A LONG LIST. So we got Adrian, Nova, Amarantha, Jack, Cora Beth, Ben Al-Badawi (x3), Jack Collins, William Talt, Blue, Zero, One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Azrael (aka Amane), Lucifer, Achlys, Quinn Amsel, Atlas Selic, Michael, Adena, Nakir, Evangeline, Celeste, Saeko, Gabriel, Kaz Anderson, Caspian, Jyn Osaka, Nikolai Sevigny, Cyril, Kylan Whitlock, Kestrel, Leo Valandi, Anaïs, Delph, Laz (short for Lazarus), Neo, Roland, Tobias, Will, Mirwais, Simon Cruz, Conrad, James Blackthorn, Alessandra Snow, Max Foster, Benyamin Safi, Haeyun Sin, and Dante Silvestre. There are more, but I either don't care enough to write them down or I've forgotten their names.

Who’s the most unhinged?

Blue 100%. He's not human and it is not uncommon for his species to be cannibalistic. He's not, but he's still unhinged asf

Who comes the most naturally for you to write?

Max Foster. He's easy to write because me and him share a lot if similarities.

Do you ever cringe at them?

Oh definitely. A lot of my old characters are cringy.

How much control do you feel you have over your characters? AKA, do they ever “write themselves,” refuse to cooperate, or do things you didn’t expect? To what degree? Are some less cooperative than others?

Dude idk what to tell you, whenever I try and force my characters to do something I hit the biggest writer's block wall I've ever seen.

On Writeblr Engagement

Do you enjoy people asking questions about your characters? And do you have a preferred means of receiving said questions? For example, as Asks, as replies, as reblogs, as tag notes, as comments on AO3, etc.

YES YES PLEASE ASK ME!! Anyways, I don't really care how you ask (I just want you to ask lol), but if I had to pick it'd either be asks or comments on Ao3. Though ofc I still love questions in any and all forms, even if it's something like making a separate post and tagging me loll.

What makes you want to follow another Writeblr account? Do you follow ‘em as you see ‘em, or take time scoping out the blog to make sure you align with its content? Do you follow based on WIPs, or vibes?

I mostly follow people if I think their cool or if I find myself consistently liking their posts as they come across my dash. I don't follow people often tho lol. I only follow abt 20 people I think.

What makes you decide against following?

If their vibes are too negative, if they're super political, if their content doesn't align with something I care about, or if they're super anti something I am. Any combination of those could be the reason I don't follow.

Do your mutuals’ characters occupy space in your noodle?

Yes. I think about other people's WIPs and such all of the time. I love stories, what can I say?

Do you interact with non-mutuals often?

Of course! As I said, I don't follow many people so I don't have many mutuals. I love interacting with different people though, so I'm happy to strike up conversations with random people I find cool!

@moltenwrites @willtheweaver @the-golden-comet @katenewmanwrites @agirlandherquill +open tag

[sailorsunspot]

the point of that post abt queer media isn’t whether you specifically enjoy/dont enjoy smth, it’s the way the internet at large will go out of its way to target queer things for every little mistake and criticize it in a way they wouldn’t for straight media. for example there’s a hundred and one mid ‘cringey’ straight romance webcomics out there that no one cares about, but for some reason the boyfriends webtoon gets such intense and extreme vitriol for seemingly no other reason than…it’s a cutesy slice of life with low stakes? and it’s kinda cringe? people fall over themselves to call it fetishizing and problematic when 1) they have not even read it, and 2) its creator IS a trans man, who has been endlessly harassed and misgendered ever since it became popular to hate on his webcomic

Real talk - I think you and I aren't ever going to agree on this. There's no ill will here, I wish you the best in life etc. etc. That being said, lemme get into it.

Who was the audience of that post? Where was it posted? What motivated that post?

It was posted on tumblr - specifically queer tumblr (although is there any other kind) - so we can make the informed assumption that it was written with a queer tumblr audience in mind. What motivated it? Likely frustration at queer tumblr being critical of queer media, because as I highlighted earlier - that's where the post was written.

So if we can agree on those two assumptions, then let's get to the meat of the complaint which is what I found that post so eye-rolly.

Let's call a spade a spade. This was a classic tumblr callout post, vagueblogging , moral grandstanding, a perfect example of the Tu Quoque fallacy. It's standing on the false premise that because there exists "bad" straight art that isn't criticized, "bad" queer art shouldn't be ever be criticized.

When the reality is, who says the "bad" straight art ISN'T being criticized? Maybe the reason queer tumblr doesn't spend time criticizing mediocre straight romance webcomics is because queer tumblr doesn't consume or care about mediocre straight romance webcomics or whatever.

Conversely, maybe the reason X webtoon gets criticized is because its primary audience wants more from it and actually cares about the subject.

And lets take it a step beyond - so what if straight art isn't criticized? Shouldn't we as people ask for more from what we like? If I criticize something it's because I care about it - it's because I see something within it, some untapped potential that I want to encourage it to rise to.

So yeah. I have no idea what webcomic you're referring to and don't really care to know. I just know that this preciousness regarding queer media is one of the primary reasons that I, a full ass lesbian with a fiance and a life, avoid queer media like the plague until it has been appropriately vetted by several trusted parties. A lot of it isn't good. And that's fine - I think bad art still has a place in the world. I also have my fair share of bad art that I enjoy! There's stuff that I think is just fun, and I don't really engage with critically.

But the constant babying of queer media is such a fucking problem and it's so tiresome, lol. I dunno how other people dont find it patronizing as fuck.

[vaaters]

not to rant on my reblog blog but i have nowhere else to put these feelings

no offence but i feel like it was extremely inappropriate of certain people i considered really good friends to suddenly just tell me i needed to Get Out because they didnt want to "deal with that" (me and jolly knowing each other and later/currently courting) like what?

and then i find out awhile after leaving

apparently people shit talked about me behind my back? like said i was gullible and being abused without even asking me or assessing the situation in a different persons view

like, my guy, you realize you can know someone, who knows someone, that you dont agree with? you know you can be friends with someone who is with someone you dont agree with, right?

right?

guys?

am i crazy?

am i the only one?

what kind of Good Friends suddenly throws you out, like - throws you out. - because of that. after i knew them for what, 7 years? 6 years? i dont know. but that feels extremely inappropriate. you suddenly turn your back on me while pretending to be mildly concerned over me while you also shit talk my name. that kinda really hurts. i dont know. ive been thinking about this a lot.

for a long time.

it feels bad. i trusted you guys! i trusted you guys... you knew me as a child, technically, at 17. i grew up with you basically! i thought you understood me, you know? we did all this stuff,

one of you two even played games with me a lot. and then i find out later your people also disliked me and talked bad about me (because i had autistic habits? why didnt you tell me my behavior of being distracted by a shiny thing was bad for the missions?)

and the other one of you, your nice friend-server. or i considered your server nice. i trusted that server too. i poured my heart and soul out on the server. and i never once mentioned jolly out of respect. and then once you catch wind sometime later, you decide you dont want to deal with that anymore. even though i never did anything wrong. even though i never hurt you, i never crossed you, i never did anything. i thought we were pals.

why would you guys just throw me away like that? what did i ever do to you in a personal way? know someone who you know that you dont like? what kind of crime is that?

i dont think we were good friends after all if you didnt actually care enough about me to say i was being abused and then not check on me or ask me how i was feeling about these things you didnt like.

i dont think we were good friends if you cared more about the feelings of someone you knew that you knew didnt like the person, jolly, that i knew, without talking to me about it past guilt tripping me.

well, except the third person i didnt mention before. opa. wow. that rant he threw into my dms at random after i left flora owel server. that was cringe. the capslock of rage. the stalking-my-twitter-for-years-old-posts and then saying that what happened with my pedophile, predator ex, will happen to me again. thats cool. thats nice of you opa. thanks for that. ill remember that one forever for sure. that wont cause serious traumatic memories to pop back up for me or anything. thanks dude. please dont talk to me again opa.

[alleyskywalker]

🐅💖💛 for Jeyne Westerling, please

Oooh thank you!

🐅 - Characterization: character habits, personality, etc.

I see/headcanon Jeyne as this mixture of sweet, romantic, idealistic and compassionate on one hand, but also passionate, headstrong, stubborn and maybe a bit selfish in certain respects on the other. I don't really see her as ambitious or interested in politics though. In my headcanon(s), that's more her sister.

💖 - Romantic relationships or ships. (This could be as simple as sharing a rareship you enjoy, or an unusual interpretation of a popular/canon ship!)

Hmm I don't know that I have a lot of Jeyne ships. I've enjoyed shipping her with Sansa! I do kinda ship her with Robb, tbh? But the thing is I definitely don't see this as either 1) a completely one-sided relationship or 2) a perfect non-problematic relationship as tends to be the two most common interpretations I've seen.

Without writing a whole ass meta here (lol) there's too components of my opinion here. First, while I think it's reasonable to assume that duty and wanting to do the right thing played a role in Robb's decision to marry Jeyne, I reject the notion that that's all it was. I see no reason to take his talk to duty at face value but not his super sappy "I conquered her castle and she conquered my heart." Like please, that's a cringe, goo-ey teenage infatuation if I've ever seen one. (Also, I'm sorry, but they fuck like rabbits on the daily. I know Robb needs an heir but this does not sound like someone who's not enjoying sex with his wife.) So yea, I think he was into her a lot, and wanting to keep her with him and also his feelings making him less willing to hurt her played a large part in in decision making as well as honor and duty considerations.

That said, Robb was kinda shitting to her and I think there's ample possible reason for this, everything from his initial infatuation fading somewhat to having to return to the war and all its stresses full time have put a damper on his ability/desire for romance if not his libido. (And it's not like Robb isn't ever kinda shitty toward other people he ostensibly loves/cares about...) I do think though, that had Robb survived the war, they could have ended up having a pretty happy marriage.

Second, this fandom really needs to recognize more how sketchy the circumstances around their first sexual encounter were. I'm not saying Jeyne didn't consent to the sex, but...it amazes me that people who easily recognize the coercive elements in the Criston/Rhaenyra scene don't see them here. The power imbalance is significant. Robb has conquered her home and his men are literally occupying it. Jeyne and her family are completely at his mercy. She doesn't really know him that well so it's hard for her to tell how he will/won't react to things (such as a sexual rejection). Robb absolutely has a temper, and if she ever witnessed it that would not have been comforting. Yes, she's attracted to him/infatuated or in love with him, but that's not really there or here when it comes to consent at any specific given moment. (Criston was attracted to Rhaenyra,, Cersei in love with Jaime - that didn't change the issues with those sex scenes.) Yes, Robb had recently been ill, but this is not a Petyr and Lysa situation frankly. Robb gives no indication of being confused about what had been happening or what they were doing. I'm also pretty sure no one was giving him war reports while he was high on milk of the poppy or whatever.

And again, I'm not saying she didn't say yes or want to... But also...that's kind of the point to. We don't know exactly what happened. Or really even any not extremely vague version. I'm sure Robb believes for every moment that she was into it. But this is less to say "it was definitely dubcon" and more like...I think this situation was more psychologically complicated than fandom has any desire to explore. (Weird in a fandom that looooves to talk about these issues. But then Robb's a Stark so what do I expect? lol) Personally, I enjoy some ambiguity there, a bit of uncertainty, a bit of confusion on Jeyne's part afterwards maybe. Because otherwise...how reckless, how selfish of her. And I don't want to be of that opinion of her.

(Literally, do not come at me with the "they drugged/seduced him" misogynistic conspiracy theories. I will sacrifice you to the Drowned God.)

💛 - Familial relationships.

I def have thoughts/feelings about Jeyne and her siblings! I think before her marriage/the Incident with Robb she was pretty close with all of them. Rollam is probably her most "surface" relationship - he's a lot younger and a boy, so they're not as close as she is with her sister and older brother, but it's also relatively straightforward and uncomplicated. That doesn't really change.

Eleyna is a more complex relationship - she's also a few years younger but them being sisters they have some more common interests/goals/environments/etc. Probably more of a complexity than their difference in age is their difference in personality. I hc Jeyne taking more after their father and Eleyna taking more after their mother. Eleyna is more practical and cynical, particularly for her age, less prone to romanticism and more prone to following the rules, or at least appearing to. But still being young this is also a bit sublimated with the naivete of childhood and such. She's far more ambitious than Jeyne. This all gets especially fraught after Jeyne gets involved with Robb. Eleyna does not take this well. She instinctively (and in part actually) understands the danger Jeyne's marriage puts their family in and the problems it will cause of Eleyna personally down the line, especially if Robb doesn't win. She also understands that if Jeyne's reputation is ruined her own could be impacted/questioned as well, especially when her prospects were already lower than Jeyne's, being the younger daughter. So she is extremely angry at Jeyne for what she considers to be her thoughtlessness and selfishness. So their relationship suffers not insignificantly.

Raynald I headcanon as like Jeyne's best friend. They're extremely close and while he's not sure how to feel about this whole allegiance switching thing generally and knows it's dangerous, he'll do pretty much anything for his sister's happiness.