#or a lot of my mutuals in general !! i probably wont talk much at first bc shy 😔 but yuo guys are cool so id like to talk more
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alymccart ¡ 4 months ago
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Ask du jour because I’m in a lot of feelings right now and need a diversion from them and because I stayed home for a mental health day and have time to ask: Back to First Time, I feel like there’s a whole analysis or chapter behind Charlie’s words to Vaggie about their connection.
“It's been a long time. And I... uhh, I've never had this kind of connection with anyone before. This is... more intense than I was expecting.”
I’d love to get into this more because here’s Charlie, who is this being that shouldn’t even exist- or it’s unimaginable that she exists- and is astronomically powerful and probably as wise as time and space due to her connection with the cosmos (even though the show never talks about that but it has to be true? Maybe? I’m overthinking? I mean, I can’t imagine one could live as long as Charlie has and not have some wisdom). And Vaggie’s just a dead woman, right? Just a dead human woman (who I fucking love so much, this isn’t a criticism). So for Charlie to feel a connection with someone so much “less” than herself and for it to shake her enough during intimacy, Vaggie must be powerful herself. Maybe not in the same way as Charlie, but damn. She must have some kind of soulmate-level power over Charlie. Like they’re written in the stars and, in this one instance, Charlie is meant to be completely powerless.
Makes me wonder, as I am wont to do, how Vaggie’s story will evolve both in your fic and in canon.
Anyway, I think that’s enough word vomit for today. But also thank you? You don’t know it but writing these thoughts helped quiet a small feelings storm in my head.
TT^TT Another fantastic ask.
I really REALLY do feel like there's more to Vaggie than the show has shown us so far, which is why I'm attempting to kinda-sorta foreshadow that in my fics. I have no actual idea what exactly that "more" is, and I may end up being way off base, but I want to believe. Although the alt version of their first time that's going to be in Hellfire goes a slightly different direction, the same general scenario still plays out.
I definitely agree with your assessment about Charlie's power. She's the daughter of the first demon in hell and a very powerful angel (in my fic I'm going to with Lucifer being a seraph, though that isn't confirmed as far as I know), so there has GOT to be more to her than what we have seen. I'm going to bet there's some angel qualities that'll crop up as the story progresses (maybe she'll get wings!?). I also feel like Charlie is treated like a child in the show way, way too much. Until it's confirmed in the show, we don't really know for sure that she's over 200 years old, but going on that assumption, there is absolutely no way she's as naive as people seem to think she is. Sheltered? Maybe a bit, but she's a busybody, so there's no way she spent all of her life cooped up in a palace or something. So, my fic/headcanon Charlie has been around. She wants to help, she wants to be involved, she wants to experience things; she wants to make Hell a better place and to do that she needs to learn everything she can about it. Considering the fact that she's a one-of-a-kind royal hellborn demon and more-or-less impervious to permanent/killing damage from just about anything around her (save for strong angels like Adam and angelic steel weapons, and Carmilla is not stupid enough to sell them to someone who wanted to hurt Charlie because Lucifer would shred her to pieces) there's not much reason for her to be overly cautious.
"Soulmate-level power" is one way to put it. I really feel like Charlie and Vaggie's connection was at least catalyzed in their mutual desire to see this whole "redemption" thing through. For Charlie, it's to help her people. For Vaggie, it's partly to prove that she herself is worthy of redemption and partly to help end the cycle of death altogether. Murdering all of those Sinner souls and only questioning it after thousands had died, then thinking she had done the Right Thing and immediately being mutilated and abandoned by people she trusted as a result really effed her up, imo, and she's obsessive about making up for it. I think after that initial spark, Charlie sees someone she can truly believe is her equal, if not in power, but spiritually, so she is willing to let her guard down. She's comfortable showing that side of herself to Vaggie, and Vaggie is comfortable with that side of Charlie, so, in the context of First Time, it ends up being harder for her to hold back (and maybe a bit of unconscious "I don't want to hold back" that she has to fight for fear of hurting someone she believes is a squishy Sinner demon).
I'll see how things play out as the fic progresses. I've got a general direction set, but things like to crop up and throw me off course as I write (which I love, tbh). Thank you for the thoughts! Getting to really mull this stuff over out loud is really helpful. :>
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draagu ¡ 10 months ago
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Hello fellow anxiety haver! I have a question. Have You ever Made Friends online if so how did You do it? Ando any tips? (Its really difficult for me)
ello!
i have made quite a few online friends and i love em dearly! im pretty sure all my closest ones ive met over shared interests haha
my oldest friends i had joined a server for an animator and chatted in that server enough to get to know everyone and we stuck together! albeit i was a lot lot less anxious when i was younger so that probably helped
for my newer friends (i think you know who you are! hi love u :)) it was kind of a similar story. shared interest was rain world, most of them were mutuals at first and then i made the emote server and we all got chatting and yay! friends :D
i think a big part of it is just getting over the initial fear of speaking up and sharing some stuff that interests you, eventually people who share similar interests or personalities will want to talk as well! its not always going to hit off but you will find people and make friends
i wish i could say more but i cant give much more tips than that because i honestly don't know how i got here either, though i couldn't be more grateful.
overthinking stuff i say and my brain being mean to me about everything wont change anytime soon but generally its all going to be okay!
best of luck to you anon, i believe in you!
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goldiipond ¡ 3 years ago
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hey. hey mutuals if yuore interested. my discord is cloudiiskye#8539 feel free to add me
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liquidstar ¡ 3 years ago
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Tell me about your ocs!! What's their names and ages? Do they have a story? What's theur relationship to one another?
THANK YOU FOR ASKING ANON sorry im answering late but i was busy all morning! but i appreciate it so 🥺 ty
i have a buuunch of different ocs and two totally different main ocverses/stories so i think it might be hard to answer all at once though 😅 but actually i do wanna answer with the main group of my newer ocverse bc i dont think i ever really posted abt exactly what all their dynamics are with each other!
just for context and to answer the first question, their story mainly takes place within a guild where they take on missions and eventually they sort of stumble ass backwards into a plot. the main five characters are polaris, saiph, bella, al, and mira! id talk more about them but ive posted abt them before so i dont wanna overexplain ;; i can link their more in depth personal posts if you want though!
but like, as for their relationships which i really do wanna get into, i typed a looot so im going to put it under the cut hehe:
polaris and saiph are besties but polaris wont admit it because shes trying way too hard to appear as more of a loner than she really wants to be. but saiph is like, completely adamant on being besties anyway so it somehow evens out, the fact that he doesnt leave is sort of what reassures her that they are friends after all. typical fire and ice dynamic, theres a balance between them.
polaris and bella are like. both very similar to each other with their tendencies to isolate and repress themselves but in different ways, which makes them sort of resent each other at first, but then at the same time theyre also both able to understand each other and actually help each other and be friends. or maybe...
polaris and al sort of have a relaxed friendship where there isnt as much pressure, al is sort of the reassuring cool factor that's needed for polaris to stay comfortable in the chaos of their group. al also considers her to be a good person to talk to, but since polaris doesnt understand social dynamics as well she had a hard time determining where the line between meddling and helping is. and maybe al feels a bit weird seeing saiph and polaris be besties and realizing that hes not content with having that same dynamic with saiph too... ill get into their whole mess later tho
polaris and mira generally get along very well, but contrary to al, mira's personality can be a bit overwhelming for polaris, its basically an extreme extrovert and an extreme introvert, but that kind of relationship is also one thats important to polaris coming out of her shell. probably because mira is hard to say no to (because half the time shed drag you along anyway).
saiph and bella also have opposite energies in a sense, saiph cant control his emotions while bella represses her emotions, hes always at a 10 when shes always at a 3. bella might find him annoying in a lighthearted sort of way, but she also finds a bit of a vicarious catharsis in his demeanor so she likes hanging out with him. and saiph sort of just looks up to her as their de facto team leader.
saiph and al are. the messiest bitches on planet earth. they both like each other but theyre both so fundamentally insecure in very similar but also different ways that theyre unable to actually, like, even conceptualize of the feelings being mutual. and despite their own feelings for each other their own issues clash a lot with each other- al wants to become strong enough so that he can protect people so they never have to protect him, the concept of people getting hurt on his behalf is terrifying to him. but saiph is incredibly reckless and self-sacrificial (in a way that borders on suicidal) and feels patronized and insulted if anyone tries to take on any of these burdens in his stead. so they clash heads a lot in this regard ESPECIALLY because its the person theyre respectively in love with.
anyway saiph and mira are siblings. though theyre not technically related they are siblings and theyd probably be offended if you ever questioned that fact. they grew up in the guild together, and since theyre close in age they really clung to each other. despite only being a little over a year older saiph still took on the classic protective older brother role, while mira is the cutsie and playfully annoying sister, and shed even play it up for his sake at times.
al and bella are sort of frenemies, in a lighthearted way though. neither of them really take it very far since theyre fairly levelheaded (most of the time), but they still bud heads because they both always feel the need to be in control of any given situation. bella is the team leader so naturally shes in charge, which can make al uneasy and sort of bicker with her, which in turn makes her frustrated at his incorporation. even outside of missions they keep their banter going, usually its light but that doesnt mean they never argue for real either. theyre still friends, but maybe they should voice that a bit more often too.
al and mira generally get along super well but he cannot keep up with her energy, but unlike polaris he like, fully encourages her chaos. she sort of sees him as a good person to just ramble to for hours on end because he’ll just sit and listen. he has no clue what shes talking about half the time but thats okay because he likes her spirit! and she helps balance out his somewhat more cynical characteristics a bit. 
bella and mira are besties. their personalities seem sort of opposite on the outside, but on the inside theyre both pretty similar! bella's more edgy demeanor is a facade after all, in her heart of hearts she really is soft, she likes cutsie and sweet things, and despite not showing it she really does like being shown affection. she has a lot in common with mira, so shes sort of able to be herself a bit more around her, she doesnt feel threatened and can put some walls down. they shop at hot topic and claires together.
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the-cat-at-the-theatre-door ¡ 3 years ago
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About the Protectors who came from Macavity's ranks--how do they relate to the Protectors that didn't? How do they relate to the cats they have to train for the positions?
Good question, anon. 
I suppose the short answer of this one is that they relate with the same amount of difficulty/ease (depends on the cat) that they relate to the rest of the Tribe cats.  I’m trying to organize my scrambled thoughts in a way that makes any sort of sense but:
-A lot of cats were...wary to say the least, particularly of that initial group of stragglers. Not only in accepting these cats from Macavity’s ranks into the tribe to begin with (because there is always this nagging blanket of “What if they’re playing a long game?” type thinking -what are they capable of?), but that they were promoted so quickly under Munkustrap’s direction. It raised a couple of question marks - and yes that *did* leave a couple of sore points with the pre-existing team (and a couple of disdainful comments - more on that in a second). Most cats trust Munkustrap’s judgement, but they also understand that he’s got a bleeding heart and that he *genuinely* believes in the potential for good in others, perhaps sometimes to his own detriment (but that’s neither here nor there).
-It was slow going, for the most part, for Bomba and Alonzo to earn any sort of trust from the others (but on the flip side - and this is something they’ve only ever talked about amongst themselves - they had their own difficulties trusting their fellow protectors as well. It’s a watch my back and I’ll watch yours, but neither party trusts the other to do so situation). Even with Bombalurina having lived in the Tribe before, it’s still a hesitant process. She did willingly leave. She doesn’t know a lot of these cats very well or at all - she’d been away from home for a *very* long time. And in all honesty? They accept this. They understand that, in their position, they probably would have felt the exact same way. The glares shared are mutual. They both struggle with it in their own ways (Bombalurina has a lot of existential dread and Alonzo is very hyperaware of himself in a way that he hadn’t been in a *while* - he’s been numbed for a very long time), but they do accept it. 
-As protectors in training, Munkustrap trained Alonzo and Bombalurina himself - none of the other protectors were particularly eager to do so, either because they were afraid of them or they genuinely didn’t want to/didn’t like what was going on. Cassandra, oddly enough, started “warming up to them” (as much as Cassandra is wont to do, anyway) first, and would occasionally volunteer to take Bombalurina with her on patrols. Murad was also a pretty easy win over, even though both cats were a whole lot bigger than he was, once the two of them proved themselves generally harmless (though Alonzo is a grump and aloof until you get to know him, and Bombalurina is a *lot* and haughty until you get to know her)
- Bombalurina and Alonzo start very *very* rough around the edges - and for the most part, their initial instinct to threats are to lash out at them in some way. There’s a *look*, Munkustrap has noticed, that both cats get on their faces when they feel threatened and, if he’s being honest, it’s a little...scary. There’s always that split second that he doesn’t know these cats anymore - as much as they’ve been through - and worry he never *did* know them (Alonzo gets incredibly antsy when approached from behind, and Bombalurina has, more than once, accidentally lashed out when Munkustrap caught her by surprise)
They both have a very the ends justify the means sort of approach to protector duties. Alonzo slightly more so in that he will finish a fight permanently, should it come to that (he doesn’t really have the presence of mind to fully consider consequence when he’s in adrenaline mode), while Bombalurina has a higher level of restraint to pick and choose her battles (though she’s never been above that either, as much as she hates to admit it - Macavity’s circle was a very eat or get eaten type of world - the two of them have the scars to prove it). The methods they used among Macavity’s ranks are effective, certainly, and based a lot in survival instinct, but they’re a little *too* effective. They get the job done, but they are very aware that them “getting the job done” doesn’t exactly evoke confidence in their fellows, nor does it always achieve the same feeling of security that Munkustrap or the others manage to. 
But they are nothing but earnest in their attempts, and this is noticed and rewarded accordingly and, if you ask the others, very swiftly. Munkustrap and his team’s methods are, they observe, a lot more laid back than what they are used to, but no less organized. Munkustrap noticed how the two of them would visibly straighten and reposition when he called on them for any reason (consider it much like standing at attention), how Alonzo would ask for permission to speak (which seemed like such an odd detour from his usual demeanor) and how Bombalurina would visibly restrain herself from making suggestions or correcting anything (again, odd), even when she knew it was wrong. That takes a lot of work to push out of them. 
-Bombalurina catches on a little easier because she’s generally a softer defensive-over-reactive presence overall. She’s more self confident *and* easier to get along with, even if she can be a bit abrasive and much. She proves herself as ridiculously observant, and Munkustrap is happy to hand her the reigns when she has something to say - because she’s usually right. She’s an excellent council and the other protectors find themselves naturally drawn to her advice. The only reason she’s not any kind of second in command is, genuinely, that she doesn’t want to be. She doesn’t want to be serious all the time - she doesn’t want that weight of responsibility on her shoulders. She’s seen what that does to a cat and Bombalurina is so...tired of being weighed down. She wants to breathe, for once in her life, and not have to worry and make her own choices. She wants to do the job she’s been entrusted with well and leave her worries at the door at the end of it. Munkustrap respects this. That absolutely does not stop her from bossing the others around, though - Bombalurina is a natural born leader, she can’t help it. (Also, side note, Alonzo and her have had literally dozens of aggressive sounding conversations that sounded a lot like they were yelling at each other, but then were genuinely confused when someone pointed that out - they’re just loud when they communicate. It’s how they get along. Bickering is the friendship language.)
-Alonzo’s cycle of thinking goes in: “Alright, if I’m going to stay I need to be useful here and if I am *not* useful here, there is no reason for me to stay” circles - so he works his tail off to *prove* that he can be trusted and that he deserves Munkustrap’s faith in him. He starts as a copy cat - that’s very much in his nature. He’s mastered the art of deflective mirroring. He monitors their new boss (and doesn’t that take him a long *long* time of Munkustrap telling him to knock off the titles until he does, in fact, knock it off - it’s more affectionate now) and Cassandra and the others and...mirrors to the best of his ability.  Cassandra and “Rumpus” poke fun at him relentlessly for that (he doesn’t appreciate the ego bruising but it, oddly, makes him feel more welcome). But it works - eventually, when he starts to relax, Alonzo’s confidence is slowly stitched together, piece by piece, and he proves himself good at his job in his own way. 
Alonzo promised he would be useful and he keeps that promise. He is nothing but fiercely defensive of Munkustrap’s back, willing to do just about anything asked of him, sometimes gets to a point where *Munkustrap* needs to gently tell him he’s being a wet blanket and to ease up, and he finds himself promoted to protector, then second in command, in a span of a year.  And in spite of the impression he gives off, and in spite of being generally more difficult to get on with than Bombalurina is, Alonzo is loyal and will *stay* loyal, unless you give him a reason otherwise. 
-There were mutterings of why Munkustrap promoted Alonzo so quickly and they...weren’t exactly kind (Perhaps you can guess what they were - Bombalurina shut down any and all conversation that even *implied* the same thing towards her).  Alonzo bristled violently when he caught wind of these whispers the first go around, fragile ego already at it’s knife edge, and immediately turned heel and stomped away, very much humiliated. It took some coaxing on Munkustrap’s part to get him back, that it wasn’t true and he got that position because he *earned* it, but he never forgot that implication. That doesn’t exactly help his confidence issues or self-questioning, but he does get over it...eventually. Kinda. 
-What ultimately gets them at a level of understanding and relating to their fellow protectors, at the end of the day, is communication - which neither Bomba nor Alonzo were overly eager to do, nor vice versa. But when the cats manage to reach an understanding that their experiences were different, that none of them are necessarily *wrong* in how they feel, or how they do the job - it gets easier. A story here, an admitance there, and suddenly they’re not actually so different from one another. Maybe they can stop watching the two of them from the corner of their eyes, waiting for their betrayal (especially around the younger trainees), and maybe Bomba and Alonzo can stop having knee jerk “I don’t trust anyone to watch my back” reactions and *allow* the other cats to help them, to work alongside them. Maybe. Slowly. 
And yes, it *does* take a couple tests of loyalty before they start stretching out their tentative truce branches - it does take a couple of round up and individual talks with Munkustrap to encourage that final connection. It’s not an immediate process. And while they aren’t all necessarily *friends* persay (you’re not always friends with your co-workers), they get along and they stay focused. That’s all that matters. 
-Then you’ve got the other Macavity insider, not a year later. What’s lucky (but also *un*lucky) for Socrates is that Bomba and Alonzo already paved the way clear for him by the time he showed up - that’s lucky in that he had Bombalurina and Alonzo in his defense corner (and Demeter as well - Demeter is *particularly* defensive of other cats from the Mouser’s Palace who were just trying to survive), but unlucky in that he had cats *yet again* questioning Munkustrap’s judgement to the point where Munk himself had to stop and...think about whether he was too soft about this. If this would eventually come to hurt them.   But because at this point there are nearly as many of them in Munkustrap’s little squad as their are cats who were *not* from Macavity’s ranks (at least if we take canon characters into account - if we add OCs I’m going to assume they are greatly outnumbered haha - that does shift the balance slightly), the arguments to the contrary don't hold much weight.
-Socrates, who was fresh off his own training from under Pallas (and having come to the quick rip conclusion that knowing how to do something and actually *doing* it are two different things) had to *double down* on his non-threatening approach. Because unlike Bomba and Alonzo, who had already become very jaded being in that place for so long, Socrates grew up on the outskirts and hadn’t yet fully joined, so he still had this eagerness to please and a desire to prove himself - and even when Munkustrap catches his ever bright smile faltering whenever he hears the quiet mutterings at his expense, Socrates never quits. Socrates is in the unique position that he is able to directly compare what Macavity’s gang favours vs what the Jellicles do - and finds himself able to adjust his skillset without much difficulty.  And because he’s younger and friendly and has his friends defending him as is, he does have a much easier time earning the trust of the other cats. 
-As for the trainees, it’s a little difficult to readjust themselves to the parameters that the Junkyard has set up for its up and coming protectors (vs what perhaps doing the same thing under Macavity may entail; Bombalurina and Alonzo weren’t given any training in that regard, it was more “Here’s a newcomer - show them the ropes”, if at all . And Socrates was hot off the training express when he and Plato escaped, so he had absolutely *zero* training experience unless you count what he would teach Plato after he received his own lessons). Quite frankly, they weren’t sure what it was they were supposed to be teaching them aside from the ever important “Don’t die.” - this came with time and observation. 
-The benefit, Bombalurina had remarked dryly once, was that there was a significantly lower chance that one of the Junkyard kids will grow up with the idea that knocking off their trainer will get them a leg up and a promotion, which Alonzo and Socrates had nodded sagely at, almost amused, but that had gotten them some rather horrified looks from their fellows. 
-Some of the parents aren’t thrilled with having Alonzo or Bombalurina training their kits, but by the time they’re protectors-in-training, they’re old enough to make their own decisions. Not like they can really stop them. Some were perfectly content with it, because they had already observed that, when it came to kittens at least (particularly the ones who vouched for them), Alonzo and Bombalurina proved themselves, while perhaps occasionally short on patience, long on genuine concern for their safety. 
-The kittens and trainees love them - in all honesty. Most of the trainees either already idolize them *because* they’re protectors (Caramel *loves* tagging along with the protectors on duty. So does AJ. To them, these cats aren’t really all that different from Murad or Cassandra or Rumpus or Munkustrap - the younger ones don’t quite understand the *implication* of having worked with Macavity. The older ones understand, but either don’t care too much or pester them with questions), or have pre-existing relationships with them, so it doesn’t matter anyway. Plato and Electra have pre-existing relationships with Socrates and Bombalurina/Alonzo respectively, so for them it was easy to relate. Electra doesn’t understand anything different,that’s just her mom and Alonzo, and Plato *understands* and notes how his older friend was finally able to be the kind of cat he actually was, and he strives to be like him (and like Munkustrap) someday.
- Aside from a warning swipe here and there and a couple of sharp whistles and grumbling warnings, Alonzo and Bombalurina are cool! They’re really cool and fun when they’re in good moods.  Alonzo will carefully detangle matting from the backs of their heads that they can’t reach and will cut training short on sunny days. He responds to every incident with a gruff (but oddly gentle) “You’re okay, yeah? Get up. Try again.” Bombalurina listens to their secrets with rapt attention and entertains their patrols with embarrassing stories and jokes.  She’s always the first to notice when one of them is having an off day and will whisk them away to talk about it (can’t be focused if you’re head is heavy). And Socrates is super nice! He’s always joking and smiling and bodily picking them up and placing them in formation, or wrestling with them and letting them win. They’re just as involved with them as the other protectors are - so they like them just as much. 
-Alonzo hates training kittens for *serious* protector duty (because he will otherwise teach them to wrestle and roughhouse for fun) because it reminds him of what henchcats used to do with kittens under their wings and he's just...scared he'll slip into that (and also they're kids - he's never one to soften the world for kittens because he feels that does them a great disservice, but he does also subscribe to the "let them be young and carefree for just a while longer - life will kick their ass soon enough" idea). He also has issues with patience in this area, especially when he has to repeat himself more than twice or cats aren’t paying attention, and will often just...walk away if they’re inside the ‘Yard to cool off so he won’t say something he’ll regret. He also just...really doesn’t like training the youngest ones, because if something were to happen to them he would literally never forgive himself - it’s too much stress for him. He hands them off to Bombalurina or Socrates or, more often, Munkustrap if they haven’t already stuck to him. 
-Bombalurina doesn’t really like training underlings either (same deal, especially with the queens), but while she has the tendency to be harsh and blunt, she’s nothing if not fair. She tells everything like it is, which means that her praise for doing a good job is not only genuine but very much well earned. She also will teach her kids the ever important skills of *avoiding* a fight and knowing when to pick their battles.
-Socrates is a ball of sunshine *and* a pushover - his methods are softer, more easy going, and he’s questioned about if that’s effective a lot. But isn’t what they were aiming for anyway? Wasn’t the whole point to *get away* from that harsh under belly and make it so that these cats never have to live like they did? They can still learn while being treated like people. Socrates is *very* focused on the aspect of being a Protector that’s the actual protective part - the part that has empathy for others and understanding the *why* they do this. Not to be heroes or important or glorious, but to protect their friends and family. 
-The one thing the three of them are *very insistent* about, and they can all agree on even with their different training methods, is that they accept zero “being a stray cat is cool actually” type of commentary, or any sort of glorification of that sort of lifestyle. Sure, they tell their tall tails and their exaggerated often changing adventures, but that’s about where it ends. And while Bombalurina and Socrates are more lighthearted (and even joking, in Bomba’s case) about it, Alonzo is *dead serious*. He will shut that down *immediately*.
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tundrainafrica ¡ 4 years ago
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So I see your a LeviHan shipper!! I enjoy the ship a lot too!! But are there any specific reason that their your favorite?? Maybe you could explain that a little through a list? But anyways I hope your week has been good so far, Sav. Have a good day/night!!!! - Signed by Your Secret Santa 🎄
Hello! Thank you for asking about my week (and my ship). 
I enjoy the ship a lot too!! But are there any specific reason that their your favorite? 
To answer that first question...
You’re in for a long rollercoaster ride of a rant because I don’t think I’m the type of person to ship anything to the point of writing domestic fluff fics unless the I felt really really drawn to the ship. 
Anyway, (slight) spoilers abound! Will keep manga spoilers subtle, mostly Levihan scenes.
Disclaimer: I do not want to start shipping wars. I specifically avoided the words like should or best because I recognize that shipping is generally based on preferences. I respect everyone’s preferences on what they want out of a ship or even a relationship and through this, I just hope to express my own preferences and maybe even gush with people who agree.
1. The ship did not move the plot. The plot moved the ship.
Attack on Titan is not a romance or a shojo, if it’s not fairly obvious from any chapter you would randomly read. As a reader, I would have expected it to fall short with pairings. Most shows which are not romance based tend to have a few pairings which just suddenly end up together towards the end of the manga because “What’s a happy ending without marriage and kids?” There is usually a trend of just pairing of the extras and sometimes, or maybe even more often than not, it just seems to come out of nowhere (ehem... Naruto.). Maybe the relationship worked off screen but I dunno. Like no shipping war here but the only pairing I had full support for was Shikatema. 
In stories classified as romances, there is enough of a spotlight on the sexual tension and mutual pining of specific characters for the romance to be considered reasonable. In my opinion, some authors tend to sacrifice really good world building for a good romance. Objectively twilight for example had some crazy good world building but it just kinda focused a little too much on emo Bella and emo Edward for the world building to actually be appreciated by the casual reader. Tbh though, this is not necessarily bad because people get into stuff for reasons, sometimes, I just wanna read a good fantasy, sometimes I just wanna read a good romance.
Romances though as a main driving point for narratives, require some convenient serendipity moments and sexual tension which can be written well but as a reader, I prefer to see more natural relationships born out of necessity (Wall of Winnipeg and Me by Mariana Zapata is a good example of what I’m talking about in a romance novel.)
Attack on Titan through its narrative actually made Levihan seem VERY VERY possible. If I had to compare the presentation of this ship in canon to at least one relationship in other anime, I would compare it to Royai from FMA. 
Like, if Attack on Titan didn’t give us random subtle hints about romantic or just platonic relationships between the two or even about anyone, even if Levi and Hange did get together in the end, it would have been one of the pairings, I probably wouldn’t have raised an eyebrow at. 
But they could be just friends? Which brings me to my next point.
2. Their current situation makes it so it’s only natural that at the least, they considered it. 
Yes. Friends is a valid interpretation for anything. I mean, given our hook up culture, people can fuck as friends too. People probably have made out drunk as friends too. Like I have seen my fair share of this type of bullshit in high school and college and I would say, we do not need a kiss or a fucking session to recognize that something can be a good relationship or to recognize that they have probably thought about it. 
A relationship requires a commitment (conscious or unconscious) to caring for the other, keeping the other safe, recognizing their flaws and thinking about them regularly (Call me scott peck or marriage counselor but like I honestly think the world would be a better place once people recognize that quality romantic relationships are worked for).
Mind you, Levi and Hange lost everything.They literally lost everything from their old life, all their friends, all their loved ones and all they have is each other and they’re forced to take care of a bunch of kids.
There are people who have said before, no one gets very close with someone without ever considering a romantic relationship with them. Or even if they never considered it romantic, they could consider at least “living with them their whole life,” or “supporting them through thick and thin.” The things is, towards the end, they were constantly together and what drove them to that situation is that both of them are aware of what the other had lost. They understood each other more than anyone else and they recognized that they were the only ones left in their own circle and I personally think that is more than enough for a relationship to naturally bloom between them.
3. The relationship and the signs are subtle and it works.
I personally probably would not have enjoyed it if canon showed a romantic relationship of the two after Erwin died. It’s a valid interpretation to consider that it could have happened, based on my explanation for number 2 but Hange is commander, Levi is captain. They have a professional relationship and they have goals and obligations which take precedence over personal desires. They are in the middle of a war and the most which probably could have happened was a secret mutual pining between the two and I think Isayama has injected the most subtle hints which are the most that could have been appropriately put into canon without seeming too OOC. Hange and Levi are not selfish people. They have promises, dreams and obligations which they respect and have committed themselves to already. It has also been shown at earlier points of the manga that they do put their survey corps duties on top of everything so acting on a romantic attraction at that point in time would have definitely been inappropriate. 
I personally think, the scenes of Hange going out of her way to save Levi as commander, killing her other soldiers to save both their asses, suggesting in the forest that they live together instead of go back to the war and not leaving an injured Levi until she had no choice were more powerful than a lot of romantic scenes where people actually fuck and kiss. Kissing and fucking are easy. Leaving the duties and responsibilities they have worked for for five years to keep the person they love alive hits way harder. 
Call it platonic. Call it romantic. But no one like Hange would have deserted her post as commander for a few chapters to take care of a sick comrade and kill her subordinates to save their asses if there wasn’t anything between them. 
4. It gives a great example what healthy relationships can come from. 
I grew up reading sweet valley and chick lits cause I was a basic bitch and I kinda grew up with a somehow unrealistic idea of where relationships come from. Call me a late bloomer but I only actually figured out where the romance and the happiness of a relationship was when I got into one with my best friend for five years. 
It’s the sexual tension and the “will they wont they?” push and pull which can lead to satisfying sex or a happy ending in romance novels. I think in a way, media kinda overglorifies it which kinda gives a lot of young people the wrong idea about why they getting into a relationship is fun in the first place.  Because after the satisfying sex and the kids, what’s next for the relationship?
Years of utility bills, diapers, chores, schedules, parent teacher conferences and compromises until someone gives up or dies. And what kind of relationships can actually thrive through all these? 
Those that have mastered the underrated parts of relationships. These include conflict resolutions, compromises and open communication. I think we have seen enough of those two, even before season 3 that have shown that they know each other very well and they have shown to at least have a relatively equal power dynamic which is a foundation for open communication and mutual trust in relationships even beyond the fucking and marriage stage 
5. They have a great foundation of character development for both parties.
As I mentioned above, they have a relatively equal power dynamic. I love Royai from FMA and I have compared Royai to this multiple times. I would say though I prefer Levihan over Royai because I felt that Royai had more unequal power dynamics? (Though I still think Royai is a top tier ship ). Also, they have shown to tell off the other when they don’t like what the other is doing. They are complete opposites but here is the magical thing. They talk everything out. They’re generally open people to each other and they know each other way too well as hinted in scenes before and opposites work as long as the others are willing to compromise. I think (especially in season 3 and season 4) that they have done enough for each other and have compromised enough for each other in the survey corps that these skills could easily be brought with them even after the war.
That open communication is just what makes them maintaining a relationship while being complete opposites very OC and realistic. Eventually, they did probably did make compromises, which most likely softened or moderated the crazy parts of their personalities which is just a really fun part of their relationship to explore. 
6. It could realistically last so maybe ...
7. A good foundation for happy children?
Maybe it’s how it is written because of the actual story and why would Yams write a romantic drama in a story about genocide and war. Tbh, I would attribute it more to Levi and Hange’s personalities though because Mikasa and Eren have their fair share of drama, mostly one sided though coz Mikasa. This relationship has no drama, no misunderstandings which just further supports my point that they have a relationship that thrives on open communication and mutual trust. Drama is fun like when we’re the ones on the sidelines eating the popcorn but I have third wheeled enough people in my life to realize that I will not support a relationship where both parties are just not ready to be mature about it, in real life and in fiction. 
My favorite couples, in real life and in fiction, are definitely those who keep conflict among themselves and maybe among trusted people. I think one sign of a healthy relationship is one where problems don’t become public through social media or through like 20 people. One important yet underrated part of relationships is the atmosphere of comfort and freedom which encourages both parties to be able to directly approach one another before tensions and uncertainties get out of hand.  
And a life free of dramas at least in the early stages of life just kinda shows at least that both parties are ready to bring a new life to the world? Because like immature parents with shitty conflict resolution skills really fuck kids up man and I passionately believe the world would really be a better place if babies were born out of trust, mutual understanding and open communication instead of sex but yeah, make sex fun to keep our race alive.
So anyway, I guess, I just finished explaining why I love this ship so much while also disclosing my preferences for relationships. 
As mentioned above...
Disclaimer: I do not want to start shipping wars. I specifically avoided the words like should or best because I recognize that shipping is generally based on preferences. I respect everyone’s preferences on what they want out of a ship or even a relationship and through this, I just hope to express my own preferences and maybe even gush with people who agree.
Other pairings which I support for those curious: Shikatema, Royai, Victuuri, Percabeth etc.
Also... To answer your second question... 
My week has been great, some pretty solid life developments but US elections wise, not so great... (WHY IS THE ELECTION RACE SO CLOSE?)
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yourdaddychan ¡ 4 years ago
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wow-
literally just wow- i genuinely have nothing to say about this please- i cannot explain how much this means to me- there's 1000 of us- *hugs all of you* [ especially the porn bots ] *turns into formal luna asf*
i remember when i started in may, just a tiny chatbot with only one mutual, only known to you guys as [ answer : admin ]. and now, almost a year later, i have 1k of my chainsaw eating demons who are metal as fuck 💪ive learned so much being on tumblr, as a part of both the skz writers community and the chatbot community. ive made a bunch of friends, lost a bunch of ones, and 1k of you stuck with me. i cannot begin to express my gratitude to all of you, and how much all of you and your interactions with me mean to me. all of the simping, the random stories, everything. i cherish all of it, and i love all of you. aight so letz get to the personal thanking asf
alsoer i kinda wanted to do something sexy so imma do what color they remind me of :D most of them can be found at this link : https://louisem.com/29880/color-thesaurus-infographic
@kvinly linn bb 🥺through all the drama we've been through and shit im so glad we ended up becoming friends again cause we're kinda sexy together 😉thank you so much for being my 1000th follower bb you mean so much to me and if anyone hurts you im about to *turns into jennie and kachows them* licherally lets nevah fight again
-> you remind me of the color punch , and not only because of the name- underneath that grr me edgy grr me bully you're just a softie simp and that reminds me of punch :D
@undeadbots steph 🥺lemme be your personal broken chopsticks pls :( KLDSKLD anywayz we've also gone through some sexy drama and thankfully you saw da light 😉and now look at us, with our own band, and our own producing line 🥺brohemian rhapsody for life bro 🥺 *big kithie for da best dad in da world :D*
-> you remind me of the color viridian , because it gives me confident vibes :D you carry yourself proudly and confidently as you should tbh go steph
@binniesthighs oh look its a cutie *pushes you to a mirror* right there :D RORORO YOUR BOAT :DD we havent talked too much, besides my simping for jisung- but you give me very sexy energy so imma propose rq *gets down on one knee* will you be the rororo to my boat 🥺thank you for being my moot :D
-> you remind me of the color espresso , because espresso looks like the color to be pretty chill and laid back, and you're all of those, and calming to be around
@toshis-flower BAYBEE BEBE BEEBEE :D thank you so much for being my moot and making me a wifey asf ‼️ you're literally so much like me whats not to love <3 JKSDJKD JKJK you're really sweet and really just a good person to rant to, i love you so so so much and i think im going to remarry you :D
-> you remind me of the color taffy , because you're sweet, cute, and bright :D *eats you* yummy
@lov3ric seyoung. i love you. so much. MY SOULMATEEEE :DD even though we tell the story over and over like a bunch of grandmas, ill still never forget how we became soulmates and then bonded over boba 🥺im licherally going to marry you one day like ez 💪also i wanna eat you can i eat you youre really cute *eats you*
-> you remind me of the color daffodil , because it reminds me of banana milk which reminds me of you tbh- buuuttt did you know that daffodils are one of the first flowers you see when spring starts? that definitely reminds me of you because through all of the cb drama, you've always been there with me, like literally always- i cannot express how much i love you *kithie*
@simpchimp LIDDLE CHEESE FUCKER THEMBO :DD drink water *spank* i love you so much you cutie 🥺you're also licherally the funniest person ever like stop bae i kinda need to be the funniest but noer its you 😔alsoer i love how random you are KDSKLD so nevah stop that because then *revz up arm* youre going to get luna-ified
-> you remind me of the color jam , because even though you seem kinda scary at first [ yes i was 100% scared of you ] you're really soft :D
@berrywoo the sun themself 💪you are easily the purest person ive met, and im so happy i somehow became moots with you :D you literally hit diff, yk? theres something about your personality and the way you act thats so comforting, and that means i eat you because youre too cute :D you cant just be a wholeass teacher for kids and expect not to get eaten kids are licherally demons whoever deals with them properly and treatz dem nicely gets a nom asf
-> you remind me of the color honey , because you're a sunshiney yellow, and you're sweet like honey :D i think you need to hear that its okay not to be okay bb, and you can come to my dms anytime you want to rant 😎
@yourchungha MS OG CHUNGHA MS IM KINDA SCARED OF THE SHIT YOU DO MS FURREH LOVER 101 MS ANNA BANANA :D yeah youre like really nice- thats all i have to say- like how tf do you deal with [ redacted ] like eggsplain- ALSO YOURE CARRYING OUR CONVERSATIONS BECAUSE IDK HOW TO TALK TO PEOPLE DKSJKD I LOVE YOU FOR THAT AND WE SHOULD HAVE LIKE ACTUAL CONVERSATIONS MORE OFTEN
-> you remind me of the color scarlet , because youre a sexy bitch tf and scarlet gives me 'idc what you think im hot' kinda vibes which is like exactly you
@satosimp WINTER DADDY :DD i lub you asf *insert we dont talk anymore by charlie daddy* ugh the way your personality matches mine is kinda sexy or whatever im also kinda in love with you but lets ignore that part 🙄 💪 *big kithes* *eats your cats casually*
-> you remind me of the color lilac , because it just gives me tsundere vibes, you act like you dont care but really do care :D you liddle sawftie *noms your cheekie*
@nightshade-minho DUCKIE :DD *insert we dont talk anymore by charlie daddy pt 2* licherally bae where the fuck are you i miss you you bettah be doing well in school otherwise im going to smack you with a chappal asf DSJJKSD *eats your cat because hes such a cutie*
-> you remind me of the color marigold , because you're adorable and sunshiney :D
@onigirimeeya MICHIE MICHIE MICHIEIEEIEI MY DAD :DDD i like you mucho much if you didnt know *kithes you* you're like one awf da best listeners ever- which is such a weirdass compliment but its true- you're really good at listening, and just being a comforting presence in general, like when you go to the beach and youre just staring at the waves all edgy mode, and it calms you down a fuck ton
-> you remind me of the color mint , for obvious reasons- mint choco chip cookie michie :DD
@hhjs bae we dont talk a lot but im kinda lurking on all of your posts- JKDSJSKD bae remarry me please youre really fucking hot 😭and the way you have with words is like damn- teach me oppar asf
-> you remind me of the color wine , because you're refined, and carry yourself in a way that makes everyone want to be you. the color wine is rich and deep, which reminds me of the way you write :D
@nsfw-stay MY LICHERAL BABIE YOUVE BEEN AN ANON FOR SUCH A LONG TIME AND WEVE TALKED ABOUT SO MUCH SHIT TOGETHER [ a lot about seungmin and jisung but shhh ] I LOVE YOU SO MUCH BB AND I WILL NOM YOU >:( BUT SOFTLY AND OUT OF LOVE *nomz yew* :D
-> you remind me of the color cerulean , because its a baby blue and what fits better than a baby blue yk? you're adorable and squishy and i want to nom you 24/7
@secretary-yeji *iz chan ig cause we dont talk admin to admin* oh erm gee is uncle chrith 😉DKLSKLD my liddle koala :D my liddle burgah :D my liddle aussie :D my besth frien :DDD evah since may i think we've been friends, and i think one of the highlights of that day was me marking you as spam twice and on accident too- LKSDKLSD WE DONT TALK ABOUT THAT anywayz thank yew for being uncle chrith's friend *kith*
-> you remind me of the color seafoam , because it's a very soft and light color yk, you're delicate asf which sounds like a bad thing now that im typing it BUT IT ISNT DSKLDSLK YOURE VERY CUTE YOU AND YOUR FLOOFY COWS :D
@ayolistenupp im kinda... in love with you? wtf? KDSDKSL MY DESI DADDY ASF I LOVE YOU SOER MUCH :D our music nights™️ mean so much to me, like theres just something so personal about listening to what the other person likes to hear even though half of your songs are sexy asf KLDSKLD
-> you remind me of the color ocean , because the ocean is loud but calming yk- like you're full of energy but you're also calming :D
@yanderexchungha OH ERM GEE YEW :O YOU PROBABLY WONT SEE THIS IN LIKE 10 MONTHS BESTIE MERRY CHRISTMAS IG KLDSLKD anyway i love you dad your lessons about vape >>> to quote your drunk ass exactly "vape isnt cool" JKSDJ anyway its gonna be sexy if we accidentally run into each other in the hallwayz asf
-> you remind me of grey cause youre a hag- JKJK KDJSD you remind me of the color caramel , because you're sweet, and licherally addictive caramel isnt good for my braces but i keep eating it 😰but youre addictive in a good way :D
@yanderelee literally only doing this because you were moping about not having a simp sunday and im such a good person 🥸you're cool 💪and unfortunately, you're funny too 😥and even though i bully you asf dont take it personally because i dont mean it asf
-> you remind me of the color dijon mustard because you just give those hacker vibes please dont hack me after i said this i like to keep my location private
@kpopswitchbot BESTIE 😏MY FIRST MUTUAL 😏 LICHERALLY DA BEST CUTEST FUNNIEST SMARTEST SEXIEST KEWLEST I CANT EVEN EXPRESS WITH WORDS FISHIE IN DA WORLD :D LICHERALLY STOP OUTDOING ME WITH YOUR GOODNIGHTS LIKE *spankz yew* YOURE LITERALLY TOO GOOD WITH WORDS ITS NOT FAIR- AND THE DAY YOU JUST TALKED TO ME IN SHAKESPEAREAN BECAUSE I FELT DOWN- AND EXPRESSED YOUR LOVE THAT WAY LIKE- PLEASE I ACTUALLY ADORE YOU AND I WILL LITERALLY EAT YOU ONE DAY
-> you remind me of the color coffee , not only because youre addicted to it but also because of the way you act, you're like the definition of an old soul- with the words you use, the drama kid you are asf, etc- you're a talented bitch *mwah* i love you so much you also remind me of those movies where they find an old ass book and they kinda hafta dust it off and it gives you treasure or something cause yeah that reminds me meeting you
AIGHT DAS IT ASF MWAH I LOVE YOU ALL :DDD
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troped-fanfic-challenge ¡ 4 years ago
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Chopped: Holiday Trope Exchange 2020 Masterlist!
A huge thanks to every person who signed up for our fic exchange, we got 21 really wonderful fics! We’re sorry it took us so long to get this out to you all! For anyone who isn’t sure what this was all about, this was a double blind gift exchange where each of our twenty-one (21!!!) writers were assigned four tropes from an anonymous recipient, and were tasked with writing a fic that fit our holiday theme, and included all the tropes. The only guidance from their recipient were a couple of brief notes they included during the sign up, and both the writer and recipient were revealed when we shared all the fics! A big thanks to the Tropesters who stepped up to write a second fic when we needed them! These fics, as with all our TROPED fics, were creative and unique, and found ways to utilise tropes that may seem so simple but were transformed in really spectacular ways! Please enjoy these wonderful holiday fics!
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roots in my dreamland (my house of stone, your ivy grows) (Rated M) [Bellarke]
Written by @captaindaddykru for @thelittlefanpire. The four assigned tropes were 1) Doppelgängers, 2) one character is a dancer, 3) first snow, and 4) kissing to keep a cover/a secret.
Summary: Clarke really wants it to work out with Bellamy, but as an A-list Hollywood actress there’s a lot of contractual obligations she can hide behind instead of confronting her own insecurities and past mistakes. Luckily, this Christmas she’s lucked out, and her stand-in Josie is more than willing to (completely selflessly of course) take her place.
Now comes the hard part.
brighter than moonbeams (Rated T) [Memori]
Written by @the-most-beautiful-broom for @thedefinitionofendgame. The four assigned tropes were 1) The characters play a game,2) Secret Santa, 3) Exes to Lovers, and 4) Surprise kiss.
Summary: Murphy and Emori fall in love fast, and then talk themselves out of it. Years later, their paths will cross again, and they realize that their might be parts of their story that are yet to be written.
What a way to start the year (Rated T) [Bellarke]
Written by @bellarkeshoe for @bellamysgriffin. The four assigned tropes were 1) Law enforcement partners, 2) Character gets BADLY injured and they hide it somehow only to reveal later that they are mortally wounded, 3) Characters hugging after they’ve been through hell, and 4) Kissing in the snow.
Summary: It’s New Years Eve, and Bellamy and Clarke got stuck working.
It’s Alright, It’s Okay (Rated M) [Clurphy]
Written by @sailawaymayday for @wwjacksparrowd. The four assigned tropes were 1) Found Family, 2) Groundhog Day/timeloop, 3) Character gets shot/stabbed/BADLY injured and hides the wound somehow, only to accidentally (someone else touches them and their bleeding, they collapse, etc.) reveal later that they are mortally wounded, and 4) Hurt/Comfort.
Summary: Clarke makes it onto the Ring with the rest of Spacekru. What happens when New Years Eve keeps repeating itself? And what does Murphy have to do with it?
Dancing in Graveyards: An Arkadia Anthology (Rated T) [Gen Fic]
Written by @justbecauseyoubelievesomething for @kinetic-elaboration. The four assigned tropes were 1) Small town gothic, 2) Christmas Lights, 3) First snow, and 4) Sneaking someone in/out of your window.
Summary: Three small town gothic stories intertwine as old friends reunite and try to make the best out of their lives. Raven returns home after her foster father’s death and is pulled like a magnet to her enigmatic highschool sweetheart. Jasper seeks solace from a tragedy and desperately attempts to outrun the ghosts of the past. Bellamy battles his inner demons and prays not to tear himself and his loved ones apart in the process. And all of them come to realize that they belong together, even if the place they call home is shadowed by sorrow.
do or die, you’ll never make me (because the world will never take my heart) (Rated T) [Bellarke]
Written by @shen-gong-oops for @probably-voldemort. The four assigned tropes were 1) Fake dating, 2) Amnesia AU, 3) Enemies to Friends to Lovers, and 4) Superhero AU.
Summary: As the youngest member of the Guard and the daughter of the Guard former leader, there are high expectations set for Clarke. The Marketing and PR teams at Ark expecting her to be prim and proper during any conferences, while simultaneously performing their well-rehearsed fight choreography to a T.
But when four unknown supes challenge the juggernaut that is Ark Industries, Clarke wonders if herodom isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.
Merry Christmas, Lovebirds (Rated G) [Murven]
Written by @kinetic-elaboration for @shen-gong-oops. The four assigned tropes were 1) One character cautiously says “i’m going to kiss you now, okay?” or some variation of that, 2) Mutual pining, 3) A misunderstanding, and 4) Tattoos.
Summary: There’s never snow for Christmas on the beach, Murphy is a culinary genius, Raven has a boyfriend, and other presumed facts, too obvious to mention.
Once Upon Our Story (Rated G) [Bellarke]
Written by @andthelightbulbclicks for @bellamythology. The four assigned tropes were 1) break-up/make-up, 2) Did they or didn’t they, 3) Extremely biased flashbacks of the same event, and 4) Bookstore or library AU.
Summary: Bellamy returns with as much fanfare as one can imagine when driving a school bus decorated as Santa Claus through town, leaving Clarke shocked and all of their friends confused given he hasn’t been home in months.
(Or: Six months ago, Bellamy left Arkadia.
Six months ago, Clarke didn’t.
Six months ago, their friends knew the relationship ended, even came up with their own versions of what really happened. But the question that they all want to know for certain– is why?)
Dream A Little Dream of Me (Rated T) [Clurphy]
Written by @queenemori for @vmreed. The four assigned tropes were 1) One character has a child, 2) Protectiveness, 3) Only one bed, and 4) Soulmates.
Summary: It was just Murphy’s luck that right as he was starting to enjoy Earth, he had to leave. But he’d rather that than succumb to a fiery death wave. He and the other residents of the Ring remembered Clarke every year during their New Year’s Eve celebration. But even when they weren’t celebrating Clarke, Murphy couldn’t seem to get her off his mind. He wished his brain would stop playing tricks on him by making him think she was alive. Clarke was dead. Wasn’t she?
i don’t wanna burn out, so wont you please set me on fire again? (Rated M) [Murven]
Written by @kuklash for @sparklyfairymira. The four assigned tropes were 1) Protectiveness, 2) Exes and Lovers, 3) Small Town AU, and 4) Characters fall on each other and have a moment.
Summary: The wind nipped at Murphy’s nose as he stood in the doorway of the gas station on the edge of town. Work was slow, as it always was after sundown, especially in the mid-December cold, but someone had to make sure the good townsfolk of Arkadia could get their milk and gas after the small general store closed. All 800 of them. He watched the cars drive by throughout the day, recognizing each and everyone of them. Bellamy’s beat up truck he worked all highschool to afford, Clarke’s clean new sedan, even that jerk Finn’s loud ass motorcycle. He watched them all pass one by one, his old classmates returning home after another semester of college at the University of Polis. The only sign that time was passing at all.
The phone inside rang, breaking him out of his melancholy, at least for now.
“Great,” he thought, sarcastically. “A phone call 10 minutes before we close.”
He walked back inside and put on the most cheerful customer service voice he could muster.
“Dropship Gas, this is Murphy. How can I he-”
A familiar female voice cut him off, leaving him cold.
“Murphy? Thank god!”
It was his ex.
Everybody wonders what it would be like to love you (Rated M) [Bellarke]
Written by @sparklyfairymira for @captaindaddykru. The four assigned tropes were 1) Celebrity AU, 2) Meet Ugly, 3) Characters must share something, and 4) Characters aren’t together but are mistaken to be.
Summary: Bellamy Blake and Clarke Griffin are household names thanks to their music. They belong to the same label so they often work together on duets—even though they can’t stand one another. Their first meeting is disastrous and six years later they still can’t get along.
toward brighter days (Rated T) [Sea Mechanic]
Written by @reggieshamster for @/ashplana. The four assigned tropes were 1) Apocalyptic Log, 2) bed sharing, 3) road trip au, and 4) mythical creatures.
Summary: Dear Harper,
I am ridiculously out of it this morning. Last night, when we reached the campsite, Luna suggested we give Echo her own bedroll, since she gave hers up the night before.
Which meant Luna was sleeping with me.
Beside me.
Excerpts from Raven’s journal as she travels to Polis for the Winter Solstice Festival
three words, two hearts, one maybe (Rated G) [Bellarke]
Written by @bellamysgriffin for @bellarkeshoe. The four assigned tropes were 1) Youtuber AU, 2) best friend’s sibling, 3) frikdreina, and 4) miscommunication.
Summary: After an accident blinds Clarke, Octavia’s been encouraging her best friend to keep up with her artwork. In order to inspire her, she recruits the help of her older brother, Bellamy, who’s recently launched a new exhibition at his museum, to feature her work. Bellamy likes Clarke’s work, and he’s more than happy to help. But when she doesn’t show on the big day, he takes matters into his own hands. With an old video camera, he records people’s reactions to Clarke’s artwork so that she’ll know just how talented she is. But when he sends it to his sister, he doesn’t expect her to upload it to YouTube. And he definitely doesn’t expect to go viral.
Something Beautiful, Simple, and Bright (Rated T) [Clurphy]
Written by @wwjacksparrowd for @queenemori. The four assigned tropes were 1) Friends with Benefits AU, 2) Prank war, 3) characters are not together but are mistaken for a couple, and 4) Based on a Song.
Summary: Six months after Wonkru and Eligius manage to establish peace and divide Eden between themselves (with a little slice shaved off for Spacekru, of course), Clarke has a mission: plan a New Year’s Eve party for fifteen hundred people within three weeks.
Murphy’s mission? Stop her from burning out in the process. Oh, and if he could just get Monty to quit it with the freaking noisemakers, that would be great, too.
(…Okay, yeah, he’d also like to date Clarke for real instead of just sleeping with her. But that’s a pipe dream, right?)
put your faith in the devil and the deep blue sea (Rated M) [Clurphy]
Written by @probably-voldemort for @kuklash. The four assigned tropes were 1) Time Loop AU, 2) Characters fall on top of one another and have a “moment”, 3) Enemies to Lovers, and 4) Superhero AU.
Summary: Twenty years ago, when the clocks changed from 11:59pm on December 31st, 1999, to 12:00am on January 1st, 2000, the world ended, exactly as the doomsdayers had predicted. Now, there are only a few livable months left on Earth, and the privileged are evacuating for a life in space, abandoning the planet.
But not everyone has given up.
Clarke was only three when the world ended, and she’s spent most of her life in her mother’s lab. Now, as the last space ships are preparing to leave, her mother’s machine is finally ready, and Clarke and her mother are heading back in time to try to stop the apocalypse from happening in the first place.
An attack on the lab leads to Clarke heading back to 1995 on her own, and the past isn’t quite how Clarke’s vague memories from the beginning of her life paint it. Clarke soon discovers that not only did the machine do more than just send her back in time, but she wasn’t, in fact, sent back alone.
Will she be able to stop the apocalypse before the clock strikes midnight? Or are some parts of history unchangeable?
All I Want For Christmas (Rated T) [Memori]
Written by @thedefinitionofendgame for @the-most-beautiful-broom. The four assigned tropes were 1) Fake dating, 2) Joke kiss turned real kiss, 3) One character is sleeping and the other character is watching them totally in love, and 4) Blanket fort.
Summary: Tired of being single, Murphy decides to take matters into his own hands and get himself a girlfriend before the annual Christmas Day dinner with his friends. Having had bad luck in the past with girls - all twenty four of them - Murphy is determined to make the twenty-fifth, the “Christmas Day” number, his forever.
Of course, this is easier said than done. When his fellow coworker, Emori, seems to be having similar problems and suggests them being each other’s “fake dates” to their Christmas parties in December, Murphy jumps at the chance. Fake dating is better than being totally alone, right? It appears that way, at least until Murphy starts to catch feelings; the ones that make you question everything you think you know. As their “fake feelings” start to become more real, Murphy realizes that Emori’s the one he wants for Christmas. But she’s got walls up and even though his heart doesn’t stand a chance, Murphy’s determined to break them down and show her what falling in love really means, maybe with the help of a little December magic thrown in.
As long as we’re together, no I can’t get much higher (Rated T) [Murven]
Written by @dylanobrienisbatman for @andthelightbulbclicks. The four assigned tropes were 1) Zookeeper AU, 2) Treasure Hunt, 3) secret places, and 4) Secret Santa.
Summary: Murphy has only known Raven for a little while, but the longer he spends getting to know her, the more he realises that there’s no hope of him not falling in love with her.
So when he gets her for Secret Santa, he makes it his mission to nail it.
before i knew you (Rated G) [Clexa]
Written by @dylanobrienisbatman for @sailawaymayday. The four assigned tropes were: (1) Pen Pals, (2) 3+1, 4+1, 5+1, etc., (3) surprise kiss, and (4) character meets another characters ex.
Summary: What do you do when your penpal, the person you know the best in the world, who you love, turns out to be the rather rude (if also rather pretty) sales girl from downstairs? Lexa is about to find out. or - 3 times lexa and clarke meet without knowing they’ve been penpals since childhood, and the 1 time Lexa figures it out.
when life gives you shit, you make kool-aid (Rated M) [Becho]
Written by @reggieshamster for @dylanobrienisbatman. The four assigned tropes were: (1) Bodyguard AU, (2) Bed Sharing, (3) Kissing to Keep Cover/a Secret, and (4) a Character gets shot/stabbed/badly injured and they collapse, being caught by their loved one.
Summary: Bellamy used to have it all, and then one screw-up cost him his career and his fancy life. Now, working as a bodyguard for alcoholic businessmen and their families, he gets a call from his sister for a job… escorting a hitwoman to testify against a man convicted of crimes against humanity. What could possibly go wrong?
and left the secret at the grave (Rated T) [Clurphy]
Written by @probably-voldemort for @justbecauseyoubelievesomething. The four assigned tropes were: (1) Murder Mystery, (2) Partners in Crime, (3) Exes to Lovers, and (4) Snowed In.
Summary: At 8:57 on the morning of December 23rd, eight year old Jordan Green discovered the body of Skybox Inn owner Vera Kane on the floor of the lobby. His screams woke up the other guests of the inn, as well as the live-in butler.
The discovery of the body was followed shortly by two more discoveries. The first was that the storm the night before had knocked out the phones and the internet, and the second was that the inn was completely snowed in with no hopes of escape anytime soon.
Thirteen people trapped in an inn.
Uncountable secrets.
One murderer.
One question.
Who killed Vera Kane?
what a tangled string of Christmas lights we weave (Rated T) [Linctavia]
Written by @thelittlefanpire for @reggieshamster. The four assigned tropes were: (1) Royalty AU, (2) Cyrano AU, (3) Characters fall and end up landing on top of each other and have a “moment”, and (4) Hair brushing and/or braiding.
Summary: When the royal family loses their beloved Prince Wells, the future king of Arkadia, all eyes are on them. The Queen remains as stoic as ever, the Spare grapples with his new responsibilities, the Princess drowns in her grief, and the King is threatening to abolish the monarchy forever.
At Christmastime, as tensions in the palace rise with the vicious tabloids outside, the royal family makes an escape to a castle in the mountains, hoping to find solace and reconcile with their loss.
Princess Octavia will try to mend her broken heart back together as she becomes entranced with the letters sent back and forth between herself and another. But when it’s revealed who the true penman is, will she rise above her sorrow or sink further into it?
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ubemango ¡ 5 years ago
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a nascent thing (m)
note: I wrote this on my birthday, tipsy off multiple screwdrivers 🤩🤩🤩🤩 Remember how badly I wanted to write mating press!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Lol Anyway enjoy, happy new year’s eve! 💕💕
PAIRING. namjoon/reader GENRE. romance, smut. part of the pups series RATED. M WORD COUNT. 2.7k WARNINGS. pregnancy talk, breeding kink, size kink, mating press!!!!!!!!!!, oral (f receiving), creampie EXCERPT. You pick a movie. Settle into the couch. Then one of you will proposition the other, and the credits will roll to your bouncing, or Namjoon absolutely drilling into your guts. 
Point is: somehow he always ends up inside you.
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When Jimin sets up a conversation it’s never in your favour. You should be used to it by now: he’s mean when he wants to be, and that’s all the time. Especially now that you’ve lived up the fantasy he so badly wanted to come true just so he could hold the satisfaction over your head. He’s prideful in a way you won’t smite him for because you’re satisfied too.
“So your college fantasy’s played out nicely,” Jimin teases. You’re sitting in the student centre again, waiting for Namjoon to finish his workshop for the day. And if you were being honest you would’ve waited it out in the library but Jimin’s too insistent for his own good. Says he doesn’t like being alone, wants the presence of his best friend, but you know it’s because most of his friends are in lecture right now. “Good for you.”
“Thanks.”
“He’s so fucking tall.”
“Yep.” 
“Good for you,” he says again. “Really. I only say that because you’re nice to me way more than I am to you, so.”
You roll your eyes at the half-compliment. “You’re not wrong.”
“Say thank you,” Jimin corrects.
“Thanks,” you repeat.
The whir of people milling around lets you indulge in the stillness Jimin so sparingly provides. The dude doesn’t like shutting up. But his silence means he’s onto you, because being reserved means being subject to prying eyes. Jimin knows when you’re thinking hard.
“What’s going on in there?” He’s quick to flick at your forehead. He ignores your scowl with his own mirthful smile. “You’re not saying much.”
“You just make fun of me whenever I tell you stuff.”
“Not if it’s actually serious, I’m not that mean,” he explains. Completely ignoring his homework like he’s wont to do when he’s laid a trap for your gossip.
You shrug. “It’s not… that serious.”
“So tell me.”
“I woke up,” you begin slowly. “And I had a—weird dream.”
Jimin hums. “About what?”
You can still feel it. That unsettling mixture of the remnants of sleep and the fading whispers of whatever your brain conjured up the night before sitting low in your gut. Like you’re still dreaming and now you’re being punished for waking up.
You won’t even lie. It was a good dream.
“Iwaspregnant,” you murmur.
“What?” Jimin rests his weight on the table to catch it again. “Didn’t hear you.”
“I was… pregnant.”
“Wha—“
“Oh my god I was pregnant!”
“Yeah I heard you the first time, I’m just fucking with you,” Jimin snickers. Now you smite him, and he has the grace to accept it with only little complaint. “Ow. God, okay. So? Why was it weird?”
“Because!” You fidget under his scrutiny. “It… we both know who… the dad was.”
“Actually I don’t—“
“Stop fucking with me!”
Jimin huffs, twirls his pencil to save you from his attention. “Fine. So Namjoon was the dad. Now what?”
You don’t really know. Dreams are weird like that: short-lived, hard-hitting. And there wasn’t even a clear image of you and a baby. You’d felt it instead, the weight inside your womb. You shiver with what you think is need—for what, is unclear.
“Just feels different is all,” you conclude.
“How so?”
You repeat what he’d said earlier. “He’s so fucking tall.”
“Yep,” he mimics.
There’s something about Namjoon that makes him overwhelming. His height is one thing, but the way he uses it to crowd over you when he wants to is your newfound undoing. Like you can’t help but to succumb to his very being whenever he’s near. And now that you’ve dreamt of giving yourself to him like that—it’s another thing entirely. All things considered: Jimin doesn’t need to know. “It’s just. Yeah. It’s weird. And I feel weird.”
“Interesting,” Jimin says. “Well. I see your lover-man coming over. You good though, cum dump?”
You’re in the middle of multiple hard punches against his bicep when Namjoon makes his presence known with a call of: 
“What did Jimin say this time?”
You glower. Jimin beams. Your fist aches. “Nothing! Nothing at all. Come to whisk away the light of our lives?”
“Yeah,” Namjoon agrees. You turn to see him grinning down at you already, and this time you shiver knowing why. “Ready to go?”
“Mhm, yep. Please.”
Jimin doesn’t get another word in, but he smiles like he’s got the last word anyway.
Thursdays work this way. Neither of you have classes the next day, and Namjoon stakes his claim to the apartment for the night because his roommate sleeps at his girlfriend’s for an early lecture. You pick a movie. Settle into the couch. Then one of you will proposition the other, and the credits will roll to your bouncing, or Namjoon absolutely drilling into your guts. 
Point is: somehow he always ends up inside you.
You wanted to wait it out. Keep your head afloat, stop the intrusive thought of him creaming your insides to life. But you cave the second you plant yourself into him, and it really doesn’t help when he envelopes you with an armful of warmth. You’re dizzy now.
“Jim Carrey and Kate Winslet make a weird couple,” Namjoon whispers into your head. You shift with the tingle of his breath.
“It’s kinda cute.”
“But like it’s different.”
“I know what you mean,” you respond. “Do you like it so far?”
“Yeah.”
“That’s good.”
Namjoon accepts your burrowing with a squeeze around your shoulder. The movie continues a few minutes more to your inner turmoil, and you don’t even realize the Propositioning phase has begun because Namjoon cradles your cheek the way you love to settle in so quick. He’s kissing you now, and you are lost in the feeling.
Something’s already alight in you. Two warring instincts: the need to pull him in closer, the desperation to keep him away lest you say something entirely unwarranted (re: creaming your insides to life). And he’s probably getting frustrated with the way you won’t let up to his tongue, so he wrangles you till you’re straddling his lap.
“You okay?”
There’s an honest answer to that. One you won’t reveal just yet, so you answer, “Yep.”
Namjoon stirs with a laugh. “Cutie.”
He kisses you with conviction. A hard mouth this time, and you can’t not take him in with all you have. You fist his shirt with shaky hands.
“Joonie—“ he trails a fast path of love down your neck— “you’re—hard already?”
“You kinda make it hard not to be, pups,” he answers.
“O-Oh…”
“Mm.” He suckles heat into your skin before pressing up for your mouth again. “Sorry. Going too fast?”
“It’s fine.” 
“Good. Wanna lie down for me?”
You do. He makes room for you to settle on your back, reaching slow under your shirt to tease those sighs out. You close your eyes to his further wandering, down till he’s got your pants off, heat half-bare but you feel exposed anyway.
“I… I really like it when—uh. You’re on top of me,” you say. Testing waters, but really you’re just wired to say shit when you feel like you’re about to implode. Namjoon lights up with a smile that makes your tummy turn too much. 
“I really like it too, pups.”
He’s silent in his reverie. It’s a mutual exchange, laying yourself out for him just to see his eyes go round for your visual. He doesn’t hide his excitement. It’s evident where he won’t let you indulge, just below his waist.
Your panties come off with slow hands. “Spread, please.”
You don’t know what you feel first: his breath, or his tongue. All you know is his mouth servicing a wet stripe along your folds, and you curl into the heat with a low groan.
“Hah—! Mm…”
“Slower?”
You nod. Namjoon obeys.
He keeps a light touch on your legs, spreading you wide for his generous tongue. Hunched over for your own pleasure because he’ll do whatever it takes to get to your high.
It’s different today, though. The greed for your orgasm stays dormant in the nastier part of your brain, and something tells you to be good for Namjoon right now. The part that wants him to want you that way. You find his hand to squeeze when he slurps hard on your clit. 
You don’t risk rutting. You take it with shaky thighs, trembling breaths. Letting him lave along to the useless sounds of the movie in the background, and the wet slick of your core drowns it out altogether. 
Namjoon croons a soft tone, leaves a small kiss on your pussy like it’s that precious. “You’re quiet today.”
You heat with shyness. “Sorry…”
“Is something wrong?”
You could confess to it. And you know you’ve graduated from those early days of keeping a pillow on your stomach while he ate you out to the courage of seeing your face through wide legs, but you want to hide instead. “I’m okay.”
“You’re sure?”
“Mhm.”
“Because you’re shaking a lot, pups,” Namjoon informs. 
“I just…“ You taper to a moan when he bends down for one more slow slide along your hole. “I… Kinda wanna tell you something.”
He hums, trailing kisses over your shirt till he hovers close to your mouth. “Tell me.”
God. At least Jimin had the mind not to look you in the eye when you’d told him. Namjoon attends to you like you’re worth the trouble, and the attention makes you cling desperately to his shoulders. To ground the intensity of your fantasy that’s about to tip over into uncharted waters. “I had a dream last night.”
“About?”
“About you. And me. And…”
“And?”
“Something else,” you divert. When Namjoon smiles, you tighten your legs around him. A lame attempt to ease the throb in your groin, but he doesn’t catch it.
He kisses you. “What else?”
“I was… I was, uh.” You gulp down any inhibitions. “Pregnant.”
You expect him to freeze. Which, in hindsight, he does: one split second where he stares hard into your eyes, contemplating with an insistent gaze.
Then all he does is just hide more kisses along your throat. “Pregnant, huh.”
“Mhm,” you warble, closing your eyes to the heady feeling of his mouth. Namjoon slows to a deeper massage with his teeth this time. Suckling hard, sparing in his bite but it still shocks your nerves to quivering. 
The sigh that feathers along your skin is weak. “You have no idea how hard I am right now.”
“Really?”
“Really.” He laughs, and it’s tinged with what you think might be… shame? “You… really don’t know what you do to me, huh.”
You shake your head.
“Well.” Namjoon leans up again to spear you with another harsh stare. “If we’re being honest here, then I’m gonna say something equally as appalling.”
“O…kay?”
“I think you’d look really good stuffed full of my cum right now,” he confesses.
Your own eyes bulge. “You—mm!”
His tongue is quick on yours, doesn’t let so much as a mumble out of your throat because he’s literally trying to take your breath away. “Bedroom, please. I’ll—“ he pauses to laugh— “I’ll breed you.”
“Namjoon!”
“Or would you prefer I drill you on this couch, I don’t really have a preference.”
“You’re so lewd,” you accuse.
“I’m not the one who just asked for my babies, pups.”
“I didn’t ask—“
Namjoon tuts. “Same difference. Now pick!”
“Get off me then,” you answer, and that’s all he needs to know before he’s up and dragging you to his room. 
He doesn’t bother with his shirt. Neither do you, and the race to get under him is just as quick as his temptation to hover over you. It’s somewhere between feeling the sheets under your ass and Namjoon pulling his boxers off you’re reminded of the fact that you both shared in your follies. “So I’m not being delusional.”
“Hm?”
“I’m not—you. You’re into this?”
“Like I said, pups.” Namjoon slots himself between your legs, but this time he slows down to raise your calves on his shoulders. “You don’t know what you do to me.”
You watch with a careful eye, the way he slides his dick along your cunt. The build-up of slick and spit perfect for that initial glide along your insides and you arch right into the feeling. “Ooh fuck.”
Namjoon laughs. “Your legs alright?”
“It’s—fine.” 
He fits you till his hips bump against your ass, revelling in the tiny groan he releases. You savour the sensation with a clench along his length, involuntary in doing so but you know you can’t help it.
Namjoon starts slow. Craving that build-up only desperation gives rise to, and you clutch at the pillow under your head to stave off the need for him to go faster. 
The potential to absolutely obliterate you is there. Untapped because he understands your limits, knows what gets your skin crawling. You stutter a gasp with every push back against your core. 
He heaves. “Fuck, I—can I go harder?”
“Please,” you urge.
Namjoon follows suit, establishes that hard piston you’ve both been waiting for. He keeps you pliant with taut arms, knees threatening to knock your head if you don’t position it right. You don’t focus on that anyway. 
It’s fast. The sound is every shade of lewd, hips tight with every slap against your ass, making you cry out with every come-down. He doesn’t need to grind up for that extra feeling on your clit; his thumb finds it for you, and you wail into the pillows. 
“J-Joonie—I—agh!”
“Feels good?”
“Yes—!” The strain of your neck trying not to scream is near torture. But with every thrust it threatens your throat even more, and you’re losing your breath. “Joon, please…”
“Mm. Y-Yeah?”
“Make me cum,” you cry. “Please! J-Just—I need—“
He doesn’t say anything, just drives his thumb with almost too much conviction. And you look up then: he’s sweating along his forehead, heeding to your desperation with his determined pace. Like all that power he’s using is for your sake only, and you cum with an earth-shattering flutter inside your core. Letting it ride out through your limbs till you’re shaking in his hold. “Oh my god. Oh fuck, yes—!”
The satisfaction won’t settle, though. It’s almost scary, feeling how needy you are for him to come, and it’s with that same feeling Namjoon picks up in a final rush to get that high your greed is calling for.
“Gonna come for you, pups,” he grunts. “Wanna see you full of my cum. You want that?”
“Nn—“
“Answer me.”
You stutter from his avid thrusts. “Y-Yes!”
Namjoon moans long. “Then take it,” he urges.
Your teeth chatter with every quick movement. Namjoon pulses through ten seconds of hard shoves along your walls, pounding deep for the shoots of cum he so badly wants you to have. And you take it, nearly bumping your head against the headboard from how hard he pushes against your pussy, voracious in his need to fill you up so good.
You’re sweating in your shirt. “Holy fuck.”
“Yeah.” Namjoon gulps, helps your legs down onto the bed. Then, he collapses onto your chest. “Yeah, holy fuck.”
“I think… I think you broke me.” 
He snorts. “I did not.”
“I think you did.” Never mind the fact that his cum is slowly pooling around your folds, sliding slow along your ass. Some hollow part in you wants to drag it back up inside. “You just defiled me.”
“I did not!”
“It’s not a bad thing,” you retort. You hug him close, and he wraps you up just the same. “I said I wanted your baby, didn’t I.”
“Shut up,” Namjoon snaps. But it’s not threatening at all, he’s too loved-up for that tone. “Don’t say that anymore.”
“Why not?”
“Makes me wanna fuck you again. But I can’t feel my thighs.”
You snort, press a kiss to his ear. “Maybe next time don’t go so hard then.”
“See. That’s where you’re wrong, pups.” He settles further into your neck. “Like I said before. You’re so fuckable.”
“Well that’s unfortunate,” you say. 
“Maybe next time don’t tell me you want my babies, I was going to die. Right then and there.”
“Maybe I wanted that.”
Namjoon suckles on your skin, and sighs with defeat. “You’ve got me.”
Good, you want to say, but the quiet settles, and the warmth of him is all you want to bask in for now.
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gemlinz ¡ 4 years ago
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Fulcrum ch. 4 - Roadblock (Levi x f!Reader)
Summary: It was a cruel world, she knew. She also knew better than to ask for more than her lot: being a full time barmaid and a part time thief. She helped where she could, bitterly accepted where she could not. Feared the monsters lurking outside the walls.  But still - being near him, taking in his strength, his resolve - she couldn't help but hope for more. For herself. For him. For humanity.
Warnings: Swearing, Violence, Mention of Child Abuse
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He almost doesn’t recognize her at first, in the light of day.  Usually, their meetings were at night, and she was dressed for work; be it barmaid or spy.  Now though, she’s wearing civilian clothes, hair done up and neat.  He can also see the defined muscles of her arms through her shawl, becoming more honed as the weeks of training go on.
The location is also unexpected- a small out of the way tea shop.  It also happened to be the only one that carried his preferred brand, so he’d frequent whenever leave allowed.
F/N’s talking to the owner at the counter when he enters, not noticing him.  Whatever it is must be interesting, neither of them look up at the bell.
Gritting his teeth at the sight of her, he hangs back.  Let her dig her grave first.
“This one?”  She points to a jar filled with loose leaves, “How long should it steep for?”
The shopkeep nods along, “That's the one - you’ll want to steep it in boiling water for 3 minutes, longer for a more mature taste.”
At her hesitation, the old man prompts with a twinkle in his eye, “It’s one of our most popular - sure to please any suitor.”
She scrambled to catch her wallet, almost dropping it in surprise.
“Oh- Oh no, nothing like that!”  From behind, Levi could only see the tips of her ears glow red. His stomach clenched at the thought of the endearing blush that was probably spreading across the bridge of her nose.  All for show as she continued to stutter out her cover story,  “It's for a, um, friend - I work at a bar, you see…”
“You serve tea….at a bar?”  The owner replied, skeptical.
F/N nodded frantically, ready to double down.  
“She serves shitty tea at a bar.”  Levi corrected, watching her violently startle at his voice.
“Levi!” The owner admonishes, recognizing him immediately, “You know you’re one of my favorite customers, but you can't talk to a lady like that.”
She had whipped around the second he spoke, eyes wide.  Levi wasn’t buying it for a second.
Roughly grabbing her arm, he shouted over his shoulder, “She ain’t no lady, old man.”  to the protesting shop owner as he forcibly dragged her outside.
“Pick another mark.” He deadpanned once they were outside, throwing her away from him.  Passerby's nervously shot them looks.
She stared at him for a beat, comprehending his words as she rubbed at where he had grabbed her with a wince.  Something like hurt crossed her face before quickly turning to rage.
“Fuck you, Levi.”  Her eyes blazed, and Levi raised a brow at her tone; he was used to her short temper, but she was usually smarter than to direct it at him.  He chalked it up to fear.  “I wasn’t going to rob him.  I was…” Her anger trailed off as she scrambled to explain, flushing. “Well, I was, um..”
“Convincing,” he snorted, “Get the hell out of here before I turn you in.  This shop’s off limits.”  
She could only stare at him.  Finding only condemnation and disgust in his eyes, she clenched her jaw and nodded.  
Eyes hard, she sent him one more glare before turning on her heel and all but storming down the street, fists clenched tightly at her side.
The Captain's eyes narrowed at her retreating back until she turned a corner. Once she was out of sight, he went back in; he still needed his tea.
“Yo, old man.  I’ll have my-”
“Levi!”  The old man started accusingly, “You can’t just scare aware my customers like that!”
“She wasn’t going to buy anything,” he scoffed, “She was casing you.”  At the blank look, he continued, "That woman's a known thief, she was going to steal from you.”
“Oh,” The old man deflated, taken aback “She seemed so earnest, too.  With a face like that, I really believed her.”
Levi hummed, “Yeah. I’m sure she came in with some bullshit story.  While you helped her, she looked for weaknesses.  Maybe even figured out where you keep your cash.”
“Yes, yes, she did have a story, now that you mention it.”  The old man nodded, putting it together, “Said she was looking for a brew for a thank you gift.  She seemed odd, but I thought she was just embarrassed to be buying tea for a suitor.”
Levi paused at that, then shook it off, squashing the thought.
“Yeah, any friends she has don’t drink tea.  You got scammed, old man.”
Sighing, the shopkeeper shook his head.
“Such a shame.  People these days, no honor.”  Moving back behind the counter, he continued, “But let me get you your regular - discounted, for your help.”
“Not necessary, but I wont say no.  Thanks.”
A week later and he found himself back at Louis’ pub, sitting in the same disgusting corner.
It was early - there were only a few men sitting down, getting a head start on the night.
Levi was staring so hard in disgust at the crumbs littering the table that he didn’t hear her come up until she cleared her throat.
If he was anyone else, he would have jumped.  Never before had someone been able to sneak up on him.
She didn’t miss his miniscule flinch though, and her eyebrows hit her hairline.  He scowled.
“Tea.” He bit out.
“We’re out,” she said with no inflection and offering no further explanation.
He stared.
“How the fuck can you be out?  Don’t you keep inventory or some shit?”
“Well,” F/N began, suddenly not meeting his eyes, “I went to go get more but I was unable to.”
“You were unable to?”  He deadpanned.
When she remained silently staring at the wall beside his head, he scoffed out something like a laugh.
“Yeah, I ain’t buying it.  You expect me to believe that you were actually at that tea shop to buy tea?  Bullshit - whatever swill you were serving me before definitely didn’t come from that shop.”
“Believe whatever you want, we still don’t have any tea.”  Her face gave away nothing and Levi sighed, rubbing at his brow.  Whatever she was playing at was going to give him a migraine.
“Fine.” He bit out, “I’ll take an ale.  Make sure the glass is clean, or I’ll send it back.”
Brushing off his warning, she walked away to get his order.  He eyed her back wearily - something was off, but he couldn’t pin it on what.  She was pissed, sure, but at what?  Because he ruined her heist on the tea shop?  That was pennies to what Erwin was paying her, she needed to get over it.  
So what was it?  Did he hurt her pride?  She was a good thief, a fantastic spy - what could robbing an unassuming store add to her reputation?
Could she really have been…?
No, he cut himself off.  She was a thief, plain and simple. She didn’t need another reason to steal.
Even as he thought it, his mind was already contradicting himself.  She was a thief - but so was he, not too long ago.  Worse than that, actually.  Isabel and Farlan had been too.  
And despite their initial meeting, she wasn’t as awful as some people he knew.  She was becoming almost tolerable, even.  Though her cleaning skills were abysmal. 
That played to his benefit though, as he used the ritualistic cleaning of the pub to clear his head, especially after a particularly shitty expedition.  It also helped not being alone with the memories of his dead comrades.  And F/N let him, oftentimes staying up much later than she would have otherwise.
Not out of the goodness of her heart, Levi reminded himself.  He wasn’t an idiot - he saw her intentionally mucking up her cleanup to try and goad him into doing it for her.  Not that it ever stopped him.
Their spy was also surprisingly receptive to training - she caught on quick, and only complained when he was particularly brutal.  Even after only a few weeks, he was having a harder and harder time landing a hit on her - granted in a real fight she’d still be severely outmatched, but still.  Any disadvantage he could give their enemies, he would. 
Sighing, he watched her make her way back to him, ale in hand.
“Here you are,” she said, placing it down with a forced smile.  Showmanship for any onlookers. “Anything else, sir?”
He narrowed his eyes.  Her fake sweetness always made him want to gag.  
“Sit.”  He commanded, kicking the chair across from him out.
Her eyes widened, though her smile didn’t drop.
“U-um,” She stuttered, moving her eyes to the other customers, “Are you sure that's-”
Rolling his eyes he nodded at the chair before commanding again, more sternly, “Sit.”
Immediately she sat, ankles crossed and not looking at him.  Satisfied, Levi reached for his pocket, pausing only briefly when he saw her start shaking.
She was still scared of him, he realized.  He supposed that was fair - he did threaten to slit her throat.  Still -
“It’s fine.  You’re just sweet talking a customer for a higher tip, no one will look twice.  You need to relax before some shithead gets the wrong idea.”  He pulled the letter out of his pocket slowly, letting her see clearly what it was before sliding it across to her.  She visibly relaxed.
“It's from our mutual friend,” He clarified, unnecessarily, “We’re going out of town for a few weeks. He has a job for you in the meantime.”
“Out of town,” She nodded, understanding, “Got it.  I’ll get what I can.”  She slid the letter into her apron and stood, hesitating.
“Something else?”  He asked, perturbed, taking a sip of his ale before grimacing at the taste.
She shot him one last look of irritation, then returned to serving the rest of her customers.  She wouldn’t stop by his table again until he had left.
As she cleared it off for the next guest, she smiled to herself at the generous stack of bills left under his half empty glass.
The job Erwin had for her was pretty easy, skill wise.  She had surveyed the property a few days prior, and she didn’t foresee any real challenge - security was weak, and the guards were overpaid noble brats. What's more, the mark literally had a ledger filled with his illegal dealings, shoddily hidden in a false drawer of his desk.  It would be suspicious if it wasn’t typical - the rich and powerful always thought they were untouchable.
However, as she copied down key transactions F/N quickly realized that this job was actually devastatingly hard - among other things, they were selling people - children, specifically.
With a rock in her gut, she re-read the log entry as memories hit her like a brick wall.  Trying to slow her harsh breathing, she dug crescent shaped cuts into her palms with her nails.  The pain brought her back to the present.
Swallowing hard, the young thief had barely made it out of the estate after copying the remaining logs.  The urge to destroy this monster was strong, and she’d start with this gaudy eyesore of a castle he had made off his sales. She could almost smell the smoke, could almost hear the crackle and pop as it burned to the ground.
The threat of Erwin turning her into the MPs when suspicions grew at why this particular merchant was targeted was the only thing stopping her.
Wasn’t going to stop her from strongly urging Erwin to do something about it in her report though.  
As she made her way back home, F/N felt drained.  This mission was done late - so late that it was early.  A night owl by nature, that fact didn’t bother her - but the quiet meant her mind kept journeying to the fringes of her memory, despite her best efforts at distraction.  Her fist clenched in anger, hissing as she aggravated the cuts on her hands.
The rich and powerful were used to getting what they wanted, no matter how fucked up it was.  She was living proof of that.  
The pub was dark when she arrived, Louis having closed on his own hours ago.  She took out her keys to unlock the back door.
“Oi.”  
The keys fell to the grime covered ground as she jumped.  The loud exhale behind her could have been mistaken for a laugh if she didn’t know better.
“Would you-!” She shouted, wincing at her volume in the quiet alley.  Voice dropping to a whisper she continued no less angry “Would you stop doing that?”
He was leaning against the wall, out of uniform but in a cloak with the hood pulled up.  She couldn’t see his face but she could feel the smirk.
“I’m here for your report.” His voice betrayed nothing, and it grated on her.
“Well, it's not done yet - I just got back.”  Pausing, she added, “You’re not supposed to be back until tomorrow.  Did the expedition end early?”
He was silent for a moment more before kicking off the wall, starting towards her.  She took a few steps back in alarm, but froze when he picked up her keys and held them up to her.
“Yes.  I’ll wait while you write it.” When she remained still, he gestured the keys to the door, waiting expectantly.
Rolling her eyes, she snatched them out of his hand, unlocking the door and letting them both into the dark bar.
Once they were both inside, F/N lit a lantern, heading towards the front. Taking one of the stacked chairs off the table and righting it, she sat.  
Levi, for all his big talk, looked lost now that he was inside.  He stood like a statue by the door to the back as she took out her notebook.
She tried ignoring him for a bit, but eventually grew agitated as she felt her anxiety spike at his looming presence.
“Would you sit down?”  She asked, annoyed.  She regretted it almost immediately, eyes darting back to her report.
He raised an eyebrow and she thought he would refuse - perhaps even violently, if their past was anything to go by - but eventually he sighed and righted one of the chairs at her table, sitting.  He undid his cloak and tossed it on the chair behind him.
It was an improvement, no matter how small, and F/N could feel herself relax.
Now she just had to write a report to Erwin detailing a child slave ring without losing her shit.
She wrote down the basics; who, where, when - but felt her mind blank on the what.
Levi noticed the hesitation immediately.
“That bad?”  He asked suddenly, and she almost dropped the pen at the suddenness of his question. 
“Am I that obvious?” She sighed tiredly, leaning back in her chair rubbing at her face.
He snorted.
“For a spy, you have a shit poker face.”  Levi paused, before leaning towards her, “What did you find?”
“Not a spy - just a thief.”  She answered automatically, eying him warily.  Biting her lip, she debated telling him, not sure how much Erwin wanted him to know.
But, then again, Erwin did have him restrain and beat her, so…
F/N flipped the notebook open to her copies of the ledger, sliding it over to him.  The thought of saying it aloud made her want to vomit.
Levi eyed her for only a second more before turning the notebook to read.  He made it about two entries before his face twisted in disgust.
“Fuck.”  He cursed, pushing the notebook away from him.  He stood up suddenly, and it was a testament to how tired she was that F/N didn’t even look up.
Hearing the clink of bottles, she watched him dig around the bar before setting an open whiskey bottle in front of her.
F/N met his gaze as he sat back down with his own glass, already filled with the amber liquor.  
“No glass for me?” She asked.
“Last time I saw you drink, you seemed to prefer going straight to the source.” He nodded towards the bottle, downing his glass.
She stiffened at the memory.  It had been seconds before he tried to shoot her.  And then succeeded in breaking her nose.  Fortunately for him, she was too tired right now to be anything but grateful for something to dull her mind.
Taking up the bottle, she took a long pull before setting it back on the table loudly.
They were silent for a moment, Levi helping himself to another pour.  F/N took another drink.
She could feel him studying her.
“This bothers you.” It wasn’t a question.
“Child slavery bothers me, asshole, yes.  Obviously.” She snapped back, stubbornly looking away.  Sometimes it still stung how lowly he thought of her.
“No,”  He continued, slowly, “This bothers you.  It’s personal.”
F/N felt her entire body go rigid, hand clasped tightly around the whiskey bottle.
Levi’s grey eyes took it in, nodding once to himself as if he had his answer.
It was quiet for a moment.  F/N took another pull of the liquor and steeled her nerves, picking up her pen once again.
She wrote the details in a clinical manner, the whiskey making her memories a bit hazier.  It helped.  Levi didn’t ask anymore questions.
When she finished, she sealed it and slid it across the table to him.  She held it firm when he made to grab it.
At his raised eyebrow, she took a breath, not meeting his eyes.
“Tell me Erwin will do something.”  Her voice was quiet, but carried weight.  “Tell me that even if it doesn’t fit the Corps agenda, he won’t-” She swallowed, “He won't let them get away with this.”
Levi sighed, then set his jaw.
“That’s not our call to make.”  
Shock loosened her grip enough for him to pry the report from under her fingers.  He tucked it into his jacket, eyeing her warily.  
Her stunned silence lasted only for a moment more before rage gave way.
“So, what, we just let them get away with it?”  She was standing now, the chair falling loudly behind her, “What about the kids, Levi?  Do you know what they do-”  She cut herself off suddenly, a look of horror on her face as she found herself caught in her own memories.
“Do you know what they do to them?”  She began again, breathing heavily, eyes unfocused, “Whatever you’re picturing, it's worse, it's literal hell, and they don’t get it - they’re too young to understand why it's happening to them - and they can’t defend themselves. And you’re telling me that for all his big hero talk that Erwin could turn his back on them...?”
She was ranting now, but Levi let her get it out before countering, “Whatever he decides, he’ll have his reasons.”
F/N slammed her hand down on the table, the whiskey bottle toppling over and spilling on the impact.  His hand inched towards his knife on instinct.
“That's not good enough!  You think the kids they’re brutalizing give a shit about his reasons!?” 
“You need to calm down.”  He ordered.  “Sit back down.”
She jammed a finger in his face, towering over where he still remained seated.
“I will not calm down - fuck Erwin for using the lives of children as a bargaining chip and fuck you for letting him.  If you won’t do something, then I’ll-”
F/N cut off in a gasp when he suddenly grabbed the wrist of the hand currently in his face and used it to lay her flat onto the table, arm twisted behind her.  It was a frustratingly familiar position, and she saw red at her own weakness.  Whiskey soaked her shirt as she tried to fight him off.  He waited patiently while she raged against him, his strength not letting up.  When she finally tired, breathing heavily and eyes still furious, he leaned in close, voice a menacing whisper from behind her.
“You’ll do what, F/N?”  He wasn’t taunting, but his voice was uncompromising, “Storm the castle, play at being the hero again?  At best you'll get yourself killed.  At worst, you compromise the Corp, compromise Erwin. If you do something against what he orders, he’ll have me kill you.  Or send you to the MPs, and then you’ll wish I did.  This isn’t a game, and we have exactly zero say in how this plays out.  Do you understand?”  
When he could still see the murder in her eyes, he sighed before easing his grip up, just slightly.
“Look - I get what this means to you.  And I understand the consequences if Erwin chooses not to act on this information.  For what it's worth - I’ll lobby for the end of this scumbag, in the most painful ways I can imagine.  But I need you to trust Erwin-”  when he felt her tense again, ready to fight, he tried again, “I need you to trust me.  Can you do that?”
There was a long silence.  Then F/N let her head rest fully against the table, looking away.  She nodded in defeat.
“Good.”  He stood up, pulling her with him and helping steady her.  She rubbed her wrist where bruises were already starting to form.
“I need to head out.  Can I trust you to not be an idiot until I get back?”  He asked, dusting his coat off and fastening his cloak.  When she didn’t answer, he shot her a warning look, frustration evident.  “I don’t want to hurt you F/N, but you won’t enjoy it if I need to leave you a reminder.”
The young woman flinched at the threat, but nodded joltingly.  “Yeah I got it, Captain.” She spit out.
Levi frowned, but could see she was taking this seriously; her fear left a bad taste in his mouth, but if the end result was her compliance, he’d take it.
“Good.  Get some rest - I’ll be back when we have a new mark.”  He called over his shoulder, leaving through the back and out into the night.
As soon as she heard the door close behind him, she collapsed to the floor, stifling her sobs into her hand.
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plutowrites ¡ 4 years ago
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AHHH PLUTO okok I’m definitely requesting something from my mf baby 😤❣️
Okok we already know who I’m picking this with... but to be safe Levi LMAO
My pronouns are she/they so she is fine 🤠❣️
OKOK for starters I’m an INFP ! Personality wise with people I don’t know very well they do say I’m a little blunt and I come off harsher than I mean to and I have a very dominant personality, like I’m not at all afraid to call shit out if I see it and be honest with people! But I also think I’m a very kind and devoted person! With my friends and people I talk to though I’m very loud and I feel like I can be a lot sometimes LMAO, I’m just a loud goofy person :)
I’m also very awkward though like “🧍🏻‍♀️”at its finest in social situations that aren’t with work, I’m not very good at reading social queues which is probably why I’m very blunt a lot of the time and harsh on accident cause I don’t mean to be!! I’m just talking!!
I think I’m pretty funny too 🤓
Generally people either think I’m v sweet or mean and idk where that puts me LMAO
Hobbies 🥸 this is so hard always pls but I like artsy stuff -we know this- and I really like the outdoors!! Camping??? Yeah sign me tf up ! I MF LOVE ROADTRIPS I love every part!! The long drives and the scenery and the hotel and the stupid souvenirs it’s just ugh I love it :)
Looks; ok now listen, I am 5’9” and like a half,,, I know Levi is like 5’3 on a good day but IDC‼️I love my lil shorty❣️❣️For looks idk what else to say besides the fact that body wise i’d say I’m like curvy but I have kind of muscular/thick thighs from when I did rugby -that I am a teensy bit insecure about- and that’s just kind of how I’ve always been built man 🧍🏻‍♀️ features wise I have curly black hair and brown eyes and uhhh a beauty mark right by my lip like a Marilyn Monroe one idk what else to say face wise LMAO 😶
Ok I WONT put smoothie as my fav dessert cause apparently that don’t count 🙄✋🏼‼️ so it’d have to be like strawberry anything 🤓❣️ besides ice cream 😶 like strawberry cheesecake! That’s good there we go :)
OK I HOPE THIS WASNT TOO MUCH I LOVE YOU PLUTO PLS IM SO EXCITED
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HI LOVE I kinda went off bc you gave me so much to work with ❤️🥺 and while i was writing everything i was like damn...im starting to have feelings for bunny too LMAOO
ANYWAYSS i hope you enjoy 😘
Random Headcanons
Levi and you started dating because all your mutual friends were pushing you guys together and it got to the point where the two of you were so frustrated and were all like fine, LET’S JUST DATE
But then he started to really make you feel ushy gushy feelings…..and you started to make him feel such strong and intense emotions
Whenever the two of you hung out he would bring you snacks that he saw you eating (and enjoying) before. Like y’all will go on a hike and he’ll pull out gummies from his pocket or a random ass drink for you
“Where did that come from?”
“Just take it idiot.”
“Are you sure?”
“I brought it for you.”
 He’ll get so shy then after realizing what he said and he vows to himself to never be soft like that again but then he can’t help it when he’s around you. Poor bby just wants to make you so happy.
He loves listening to you talk and it doesn’t matter what you talk about, he just loves listening to you go on and on ESPECIALLY if it’s something that makes you excited 
You just do something to him when he sees your eyes go all wide and you start to use your hands to speak and he’s freaking out in the inside bc he thinks you’re so perfect but on the outside he looks so nonchalant as he drinking his fourth cup of tea of the day
He’s gonna look forward to your stories, and he especially loves your work ones except when ppl are making your job hard for you
He gets all annoyed that he can’t be there to tell them to fuck off 
I know you said your thighs were a bit of an insecurity for you but if you let Levi find out he’ll make sure you know he loves them and you’re perfect just the way you are
One of his favourite things to do is just lay down on them, head in your lap and he gets to just look up at you and be at peace
He doesn’t communicate his feelings 24/7, he would much rather show you how much he adores you
I feel like he’ll love to give you massages? The two of you will be watching a movie together and he’ll pull your feet onto his lap and just rubs them, or he’ll grab your hand and massage them for you
OUU you’ll be like ugh my hands are kinda dry and he’ll be like bet and leaves the room then comes back with lotion and rubs it on for you 
“I can do that myself, ya know?”
“Tch. Why do it when I can do it, brat?”
OMG you guys watch shows together and he would be so HURT if you watch an episode without him
He’ll come back home from work and see you watching the latest episode and his face will fall and he’ll just retreat back to the room without speaking to you LMAO
You have to promise to never do it again and give him lots of kisses. He’ll act super annoyed but he would forgive you in the first 5 seconds
GIRL he’s gonna love playing with your hair, he is lowkey (highkey) OBSESSED with touching your curls
Tries to do this at night though so he doesn’t ruin your hair for the day
Omg i’m writing a lot AHH 
Levi loves how easy it is to be around you and how effortless it is to love you
He’s not into the theatrics and he hates unnecessary drama so when he’s able to find someone he can be 100% himself around without worrying about rubbing them the wrong way with his personality...he’s so hooked
He appreciates your bluntness! He doesn’t like when people beat around the bush, he prefers someone who is always honest even if it comes off harsh! He’s the same exact way!
HE simply adores your beauty mark, you’ll just catch him sometimes looking at it (and your lips ofc) he thinks it super adorable but he also won’t be super obvious about it
He hates how much money you spend on iced coffees, he always wonders why you can’t make it at home like how he makes his tea at home
You’ll walk through the door and he sees a cup in your hands
“Didn’t I buy you an iced coffee this morning? You still haven’t finished it?”
“No, this is another one.”
“You’re 90% iced coffee at this fucking point.” 
One day he gets so fed up and he just buys all the ingredients to make your iced coffee at home and I’m not talking about him getting some basic instant coffee and some creamer, this man is ordering all the flavours you like
You like hazelnut syrup? He got it. Caramel? He ordered it. You like sweet cream cold foam on top? He bought a milk frother.
He’ll tell you he regrets it later on bc of how much space everything takes up
“Our kitchen turned into a shitty ass starbucks” 
He doesn’t actually regret it tho, he knows how much you love it and that’s enough to make him feel satisfied 
How Levi asks you to be his valentine
This man just straight up texts you! (see image below)
PLS Levi acts so hard but in reality he is so soft for you
After he presses send he constantly checks for your reply
Jumping to his phone when he feels a vibration in his pocket and then gets disappointed when it’s not you texting him back
How Levi spends Valentine’s day with you
For the valentine’s day itself he plans a road trip for the two of you and even though the destination is breathtaking and gorgeous, you can’t help but to think the best part was the journey
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strangertorpedo ¡ 3 years ago
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CHECK IN TAG!
thank so much @pinkwohoo for the tag <3
Why did you choose your url?
lucy dacus is the love of my life and strange torpedo is one of my favourite songs of hers
Any side blogs? If you have them name them and why you have them.
i have my kinda-main fandom blog @smartwaterishomophobic but i havent used it in awhile and i just spam fandom related stuff there ajsjldhgkld
How long have you been on tumblr?
i’ve been on tumblr since like 2016, but i’ve had my simblr since i think march 2021
Do you have a queue tag?
nope! i dont even think i have anything in my little queue at the moment
Why did you start your blog in the first place?
i really liked deadlymoderns blog and also just wanted to test out a new storytelling format in general which lead to me testing out a sims one. the haywards mostly came in as a very base family so i could just tell a story and see how it went. now if i knew my computer would give up on me the second i wanted to do storytelling, i probably wouldve waited a bit to start but oh well
Why did you choose your icon/pfp?
its a cool picture i found on weheartit 
What’s your post with the most notes?
i think its lisbeths introduction post??? im not too sure
How many mutuals do you have?
i literally have no clue what to classify as a mutual and what not to cause i talk to a lot of people but im not like super great friends with all them, so my mutual count can vary from like 2 to 20 depending on what a mutual really is
How many followers do you have?
i have 96 which is actually code for 6 people and 90 porn bots /j
How many people do you follow?
i follow 80 people which is really funny to me cause i thought i followed less cause i never see half these blogs-
Have you ever made a shitpost?
oh yeah 100%- my entire life is a big shitpost
How often do you use tumblr each day?
why you wanna know? wanna know how totally tubular i am?
Did you have a fight/argument with another blog once? who won?
i’ve had disagreements with some people on some of my now deleted blogs, but never like an actual fight
How do you feel about ‘you need to reblog this’ posts?
ill read some of them, others i wont. most times i wont reblog tho cause i kinda have a “if you tell me to do something, i will not do it” mentality. 
Do you like tag games?
yeah, but i always feel awkward having to tag people myself
Do you like ask games?
YES YES YES!!!!!!! I love answering questions. you could ask me my characters favourite brand of toothpaste or something so random and ill happily respond
Which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?
i have no clue- shdlhgkd so sorry babes, in my mind youre all just cool people that i never know whos tumblr famous. although i have some friends in other fandoms who are so cool they probably got two hours in the ball pit at dashcon /j
Do you have a crush on a mutual?
no, but some of yalls sims are actually my wives. yes i have married pixels.
i’m gonna tag @simming-in-the-rain and @blu-sims cause i can <3
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xsarcasticwriterx ¡ 4 years ago
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Childhood friends-part 2
 Summary: Negan and y/n spend the day together talking of their history which makes things become complicated for y/n along with the toll of her friends demise.
Warnings: Swearing, mentions of verbal and physical abuse, signs of depression
Notes: jesus sorry this is kinda meh and sorry it took so long to get out I procrastinate a lot and life's been chaotic anyways I hope you enjoy it nonetheless.
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Waking up in negans arms felt strange for y/n. She was laying curled up next to him their legs tangled together and y/n head on negans chest. She didn't want to move but at the same time she felt wrong not doing so.
After a few minutes of this internal battle going on in her head she eventually decided to move. Slowly moving away she slid off the bed and into the guest bathroom. throwing water on her face she recapped the events of the day before. Negan had broken her promise and made her feel a sense of fear she had pushed away for so long. She more so didn't understand how negan was so casual with arguments with the history they both had memories of.
Pulling herself out of the bathroom y/n was greeted with negan sitting up in the bed on his phone. “wont Lucille wonder why your in here?” y/n asked confused why he was so casual and calm. “You mean the same fucking Lucille who practically pushed you onto me? She stayed at her moms house last night after the fucking fight anyways.” negan replied with a semi annoyed tone. sighing, y/n walked over and sat next to negan on the bed. 
“negan.....we both know why i hate yelling.....how are you so calm around it.” y/n had to know. if someone even raised their voice at her shed feel her heart drop. “I know what he fucking did to me....to us and it took me a while but i eventually fucking realized if someone's yelling at me it's not the same way he did it. It's not to fucking make me feel like some small ass child but as a way of showing their upset.” negan said gulping. He never liked talking of his father. neither did y/n her memories with him made her feel like a piece of shit. she nodded slightly. “Hey wanna go get some breakfast?” negan asked her. “yea of course” y/n replied. 
Negan left to get changed leaving y/n alone. she changed into a simple tshirt and jeans. Putting on her tennis shoes. she fixed her hair and walked downstairs. she sat on the couch and waited for negan. The house was so silent. she hated when Lucille and negan fought it always felt so tense and awkward.
a few minuets later negan came down stairs. He smiled at y/n and grabbed his leather jacket. y/n followed after as they walked outside. Negan got into his car y/n following after. Negan put on Led zeppelin as they headed to the diner they usually ate at. So often in fact that the owners and them were on a first name basis. They had spent practically their whole life there. pulling up to the small place with big red glowing lights they got out the car.
y/n wasn't sure if it was the events of last night or the new of Lucille or a mix of both but something about being at the diner just made everything feel so surreal like reality wasn't actually real. they walking into the diner and suddenly y/n felt like she was 15 again. walking to their usual table the chefs immediately got to work. “shit feels weird as hell being here” negan said. “Very. i don’t get why not like we weren't here only last week.” y/n replied. “Things have all changed in a week made us feel....” negan drifted off. Something y/n had only seen happen at most 10 times. negan was never one to not have the words for something. Though she knew he had the words he just didn't want to say them. “Small” y/n finished for negan. He nodded. 
Negan wasn't one for being silent. Hell all through school teachers constantly harped on him for his obnoxiously loud and social behavior. When negan was silent y/n knew it was serious. Between the fight and Lucille's diagnosis everything has felt like a huge 180. Like the world would never be the same again. They had both known Lucille they're entire high school and adult lives they went through life together. They grew up together and now shed be gone. They wanted to hope of course everyone wants to hope that someone they love and care for won't pass but they knew the inevitable. Lucille's resulted weren't looking up and in the end they all knew what's going to happen. They sat in silence which was unusual to say the least.
“here you two. seem like you could use something a little more than your usual.” mark, their usual waiter,said. “Thanks” negan said. Mark nodded and walked off. Negan and y/n looked to see what he brought. seemed like their usual shakes. negan took a sip and his eyes widened. confused, y/n took a sip too. Feeling the taste of not only the strawberry shake but the taste of liquor filling her mouth she pulled away. “ah...you know Jim is going to ask what's up if its this bad” y/n said. negan sighed “i know....only other time they gave us this was the first time we came here after our fucking major fight” negan said.
That was probably the worst day of y/n’s life. Negans dad had banned him from seeing her but she didn't know that. they ended up having a huge fight when she got tired of being ignored. When negan yelled back about his father y/n felt her heart shatter. That same night they ended up here but didn't speak. Jim knew and told mark to give us something extra. Mark was their age and he didn't know that meant an extra desert or something so instead he added some liquor that was stored there. Jim came and placed two burgers and fries on the table and then pulled a chair to the edge of the table and sat down. “alright what is it. Yall fighting again?” he asked. “no it's not that” y/n said. “Lucille fucking has cancer” negan said and immediately sighed and placed his head into his hands. “shit...” Jim said. “i'm so sorry you two....” jim said. He poured more of the alcohol into their drinks. “think you need that.” jim said. “look I can't begin to imagine the pain you two are going through but i can say i have never met two people who care for someone so much and she cares for you two a lot too. She's lived a great life and now you two just need to spend as much time as you can with her”
They knew jim was right but there was a pain in seeing lucille. So many memories which only lead to pain because they could no longer create anymore memories. It felt like the end of a book. Jim stood up and walked off. they ate in silence only a few words spoken of small talk. once they were done negan started to place down a bill. “on the house” Jim said through the serving hatch. negan put the money back into his pocket. once back in the car negan placed his head on the steering wheel. “What the fuck do I do?” he asked mostly to the world. “Honestly....I have no clue....Think just do what jim said  y'know. take what time we have and use it as much as we can.” she replied. negan nodded. “I’m glad your here. I’ll never fucking know why you stayed after all the shit.” negan sighed. y/n reached for his hand” “because its shit we went through together. Just as we will deal with this together” she replied. she knew he didnt mean in general. He was speaking of the night that changed their relationship forever. The night she and him lost their virginity to each other. That wasn't something that needed to be talked about though not then.
Negan started up the car and drove to a secluded forest the place they went after negan had explained his situation at home getting worse. parking on the hill they got out. Sitting on the edge of the cliff looking down at the water. “I really am sorry. For everything. All the times I snapped at you, for bringing you to my house even after my dad was getting worse, for ignoring you and being too much of a fucking pussy to stand up to that asshole, and for messing with your feelings....for sleeping with you and then just leaving...” negan said. He was clearly drunk he never was sentimental and the smell of alcohol was prominent on his breath. He looked over at her and saw her face. “I mean it I may be tipsy but i know what i'm saying and its all true” he said. “thank you” she replied. She didn't know what to say.
She was never mad at negan for all that even when it happened only when he ignored her did she truly get pissed. Everything else is just a thing. She never blamed him. When his father beat her she never blamed negan. When negan ignored her she never blamed him she was mad but never blamed him. She always blamed his father. Even when they slept together she never blamed him because it was mutual. She never blamed negan so him apologizing was odd and left her confused.
They spent most the day at the cliff just thinking and being together. Negans phone rang pulling him away. “Hey” he said into his phone. “oh yea of course” he said “yep ok” he said and hung up. “um she wants to talk so...I guess i'll drop you off at your house” he said. They got back into the car and drove to her house. “I’ll see you monday” negan said. “Hey...it'll be ok negan. we’ll do this together” y/n said getting out the car. He smiled and nodded. For the first time today he smiled. She walked inside and flopped onto the couch. This was taking more of a toll on her than she originally anticipated.
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botwstoriesandsuch ¡ 5 years ago
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Yo what if the Champions’ spirits stuck around long enough to train the next gen? Hcs for that?
*blows dust off of ask* Sorry this took so long, hope you weren’t too comfy sitting in my inbox there. Alrighty! Time for some
Training Montages *Rocky Theme Plays* (Headcanons)
Credit to @champion-of-the-sky​ for some help with the hcs
Ok, the first part of this post it just gonna be some of my thoughts into how the Divine Beasts actually work, because that’s kinda of necessary information if you wanna train them. So here is another one of my big boi head canon posts because sometimes I can’t shut up.
So firstly, the Divine Beasts can draw immense power from Hyrule which is stored over time and charges their giant laser thingys (Naboris draws power from the earth and makes electricity, Ruta takes in water from the atmosphere, Rudania is fire boy, Medoh has wind and thermal (from the atmosphere) generators, etc. etc.)
The Ancient Sheikah were like “hey wow these are really powerful beasts so maybe we should make sure that no one unworthy gets their hands on them”
Their solution was to have a spiritual bond between the beast and the pilot. Each Divine Beast has their own “soul” or personality and can judge someone of being worthy of piloting them. And only that person would have the power to use the Divine Beast to its full potential (AKA use the giant Anti-Ganon lasers)
Ergo, the Champions
When the died 100 years ago, their spirits stuck around because Ganon need to trap their spirits in order to get the Divine Beasts to actually work
[And then this would be a good segue-way into that cool idea where the Link has to fight the Champions taken over by malice, instead of the blights. BUT we’re not talking about that today]
Ok, so you know the story. Link frees the Divine Beasts from Ganon’s grasp. The spirits of the dead Champions command a legendary blow against the blight of Hyrule. Zelda and Link help save the day. Yay!
HOWEVER! The Champions are still there, their spirits persist.Turns out their spirits cannot go away, because the Divine Beasts don’t really wanna go without an owner, considering they’ve been controlled by Ganon for 100 years, so fair.
Basically, the Beasts wont let the spirit of their old pilots go until they find a suitable successor
Enter, new gen Champs!
Daruk/Yunobo
Training with a Divine Beast is not unlike trying to form a bond with a real animal. In fact, the Beasts do behave with a mind of their own, so that might as well be an on point analogy
Daruk struggled with Rudania because its personality was very stubborn and blunt, much like the Goron race anyhow. As said in my other post, Rudania’s personality clashes with the playful and loving nature of Daruk
The only reason Daruk even got the handle on things was becuase Link forced him to spend a whole day in the Divine Beast. We can only speculate that from that time, Daruk must have somehow formed a mutual respect or protective bond with the giant lizard
So essentially, when he’s training Yunobo, he does the exact same thing
“You just gotta walk around for a bit, Yunobo. Get a feel for ol’ Rudania. They’re a grump, but you’ll get along.”
“G-get a feel? We’re surrounded by lava! What if I mess up? What if your Divine B—”
“Your, Divine Beast”
“Right, right… but what if it doesn’t like me and tips my into Death Mountain’s core!”
Daruk gives a hearty laugh. “Kid, you helped save ol’ Ruddy from Ganon, remember? You’ve already got a good bond going. So just walk around for a bit and just take ‘em all in. Good luck!”
And he slams the door behind him, leaving Yunobo in the dark
But he’ll eventually get around to forming a bond. But Rudania’s probably a little grumpy that they’ve gone from reckless pilot who laughs too much, to timid teenager gifted with a powerful champion ability that he is self-conscious about
Daruk is hella encouraging with Yunobos training. The kid will eventually be the second best with his Beast. Daruk is patient with Yunobo because he sees himself in him. And he also teaches him some cool tricks like if you tilt Rudania just right, you get a cool slip and slide ramp that’s perfect for the hot springs
Urbosa/Riju [not a lot for these guys bcs I’m lazy and this post is long anyway]
Urbosa would be playful with Riju when they train, making goofy jokes about things, letting out a quick joke to lessen and tension Riju might feel from her anxiety to lead her people. At the same time, she also explains things with good detail
Riju is third best with her beast. Occasionally, she’ll be intimidated by Naboris’ strength and power, especially considering she had an incident with Patricia the Sand Seal back when it was shooting lightning everywhere
However, she’s the one to ask the most questions, half of which Urbosa can’t answer. She’s got that childish curiosity that serves well in her understanding of Naboris
Mipha/Sidon [also not a lot because using your imagination can be hard]
Mipha and Sidon just act like siblings, much to both of their delight. It’s less of training, and more of catching up on everything over the last a hundred years on top of a giant elephant.
Because they’re siblings, Mipha pulls little pranks on her little brother on purpose. But neither are really annoyed by it, as they both laugh it off
Like Mipha will tell Sidon to stand in a certain spot to see how the parts of Ruta move. Then she makes Ruta move in such away to splash the poor prince in gallons of water
You’re gonna ruin his handkerchief Mipha!
Sidon is the best at managing his Divine Beast out of the four, for not only does he have a strong bond with the previous pilot, but he gets along well with Ruta’s playful personality
Revali/Teba
Local birds butt heads because they’re both egotistical idiots
Revali continues to be as dramatic as usual, while also maintaining his image by claiming that Teba will probably never master Medoh as well as him
Teba respects Revali given that he was his childhood hero. Yet at the same time Revali isn’t exactly what he expected, and he’s not down to take this sass from a teenager
Perfect storm of dumb banter, because both have reluctance in the whole situation
Teba gives out a groan, frustrated. “Argh! This damn bird wont start its propellers. How do I get it to work?”
“Perhaps Medoh is still tired. After all, you’ve been complaining none stop all day.”
“Right, my voice is the problem.”
“Why don’t you sing her a lullaby, she’s probably so sleepy.”
Teba scoffs, “You’re kidding. There’s no way that would work. Beside, there’s no way I’m sing—”
“Why don’t you hold your tongue, my dear apprentice,” another groan escapes Teba, “You’re going to hurt Medoh’s feelings with that attitude. Tulin is your son, yes? Surely you’ve sung a tune or two back in his fledgling days?”
“Sure, but I’m not gonna—”
“Medoh wants to hear you s i n g~”
Revali is strict with his training, and Teba probably struggled with Medoh the most out of the four, considering that before Link came along, he had the mindset of killing Medoh. 
Teba still repescts everything Revali is doing, making sure to call him “Master Revali.” And though he would never admit it, Revali’s feathers would always fluff with pride at the notion of it
Also he’s gonna call Teba his pupil/apprentice throughout the entire session
Angsty moment: when each Champion thinks their apprentice is ready, THAT’S the time they get their final rest and their spirits move on. Like, imagine Sidon wanting to Master Ruta to make his sister proud, but at the same time the day he does is when she is gone for good.
That looks like a good note to end off of! So yay :)
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autisticangus ¡ 4 years ago
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anyway im so out of the loop on the mcelboys
i pretty much only keep semi-up to date with Sawbones at this point, not cuz i dont still LIKE everything else, just a lot has been goin on in my life
if anyone wants a long and rambly update on All Of The Bullshit im gonna stick a read more down here, asks are open and its cool to message me abt any of it if u want cuz i have some really nice and cool followers/mutuals here that make me comfy talkin abt that shit
as far as the future of this blog goes i wanna start using it more again! the mcelroys have gotten me out of some really dark places before so i hope having more connection to this community and the people here and their content again will help me like it has in the past! ill probs post more general mcelroy content here than previously rather than just taz btw i just gotta fuckin uhhhhh,,,, catch up on a bunch of shit again before this blog is even semi active lmaoo but im like alive and on tumblr regularly again!!
Wow u clicked on this and wanna hear me talk? Ur awesome and sweet, thanks for caring!
These past two years have been extraordinarily tough. This is gonna be a pretty long and detailed post that deals with the sensitive topics of emotional abuse, abusive relationships, and alcoholism. Please read on with caution.
Back in March of 2019, so this was about 3-4 months after i left tumblr, I got a new boyfriend and things started out really good, he was kind of a "bad boy" and it was fun at first. Im kind of a goody-goody so it was very interesting for me at first to be with someone so different who had such different life experiences than me. I liked hearing his stories of living in a traphouse, and running with gangs, and selling drugs, and knowing people who had killed people. I assumed a LOT of it was lies, obviously, who just brags about that shit u know? I just rolled with it, didnt take it seriously, and found the imagined scenarios interesting to listen to. So much of it was obviously played up to make him seem cooler, and I shouldve seen that as the red flag it was, and all my friends did but I didnt. 
He had a serious alcohol problem, I mean I had coffee in the morning and he had 2 four lokos before noon. it was bad. about 6 months into the relationship he decided i was cheating on him with my ex who i had recently reconnected with, we missed being friends and things were really going well talking and being friends again, he was really important to me! but my boyfriend saw this as yet another thing i was doing wrong. when he decided i was cheating, that become his focus of alcoholic rage. nearly every time he got drunk, which was several times a week, he would accuse me of things, he would yell and scream, he would call me horrible names and make me cry for literal hours, he never hit me but that shouldnt even matter, i was emotionally battered and mentally bruised and everything hurt. he gaslit me into believing i said and did things i never said or did, i admitted to things that were not real, and then i was yelled at for admitting them. i didnt know what to do.
he was threatening my ex too, he would get drunk and say he knew where he lived (he didnt) or he knew what car he drove (he didnt) and explained to me many times that although he had never killed someone, people had been killed before at his command. he said a bullet in the back of my ex’s brain was just a phone call and $500 away. somedays he would tell me he was just going to do it himself, with a hammer, or a kitchen knife, or whatever weapon he could get his hands on during his explanation of how he would do it. my only option was to agree, to say it didnt matter to me what happened to him, i had to pretend my on
/ly concern was him going to jail for the crime, if i showed any sign that i didn’t want my ex murdered, it clearly meant i was cheating on him. 
i pretended to block my ex on social media to get him off my back and it worked a little bit but he still brought it up. and even if he didnt directly mention him, he would always tell me when he was drunk that i was the cause of all his problems, i was why he was so self conscious, i was why he drank so much, i was why he had to work so hard, i was why every single issue he had was happening. logically i knew it was wrong, but i was so conditioned to it by then that i just went with it. i knew that agreeing and apologizing made the fighting end quicker.
things spiraled this past summer. his job needed us to relocate so we moved like 4 states away, away from all my family and friends, and lived in a tiny hotel room for a month. during this time, his drinking was somehow worse. he was drunk literally every night but he was passing out so we didnt fight and i was relieved. i was depressed being stuck in the hotel room all day alone, but thankful i wasnt being abused at least. then he started getting into drunken fistfights with his coworkers in the hotel parking lot. one day he came home just in time to find one of his drunk coworkers trying to break into the room with me there desperately trying to keep him out. i was terrified and wanted to go home but he convinced me to stay. a couple weeks after that we travelled for his work again several more states away. his drinking got a little bit better here, but i was so depressed and lonely, i was so isolated, he was all i saw day in and day out besides his coworkers and i was nervous around them. one day the guy who tried to break in on me, purposefully, while drunk, hit another coworkers car and totaled it and tried to run the guy over and i saw the whole thing. a week later my boyfriend was also fired because he got so drunk he passed out in the hotel parking lot and the company needed to save face with the hotel after the whole car incident. 
so we travelled back home, but not my home, to his where we lived isolated on a mountain with no phone signal or wifi. the house was old and not well kept from being empty for several years, half the appliances didnt work. i was more isolated than i have ever been in my life. for 4 months i stayed there and just dreaded him coming home because i knew he would be drunk again and he'd yell or accuse me of things or otherwise belittle me. it was horrible. my friends all said to leave and my parents said to leave but i was so brainwashed into thinking that if i was just a good little housewife and if i just stayed home and did the dishes and the laundry that he would be nicer but he still found things to point at and say i was cheating. he was also becoming really controlling about my food intake and weight and i already struggle with an eating disorder so that just made me feel even more like i had to stay, my brain felt like if i wasnt under his watchful eye id gain weight again, like somehow it was thanks to him i had lost weight and not my own choices.
one day last week i expressed to him wanting to leave, saying how unhappy i was, i told him how sad i felt and how i didnt think we were such a good match. he didnt take me seriously, so the next day when he got sloppy drunk before 5 pm i packed a small bag and went to my moms. i was just gonna stay for a night or two but he called and screamed at me for leaving without telling him, i told him he just didnt remember me telling him because he was so drunk, and he accused me of not caring about his feelings and made me sound like the bad guy for leaving without his permission. i told him it was just for a few days but the angrier he got the more i knew i was in the right and told him i was done. i told him we were breaking up and id come get my stuff soon.
i got my stuff while he was at work this past weekend and moved in with my best friend. im safe and happy now. things are looking so much better for me and im so thankful to my friends and family who supported me all the way to the end.
i just wanted to make this post because, i know its not mcelroy related, and a lot of ppl probably dont care for stuff like this on this kind of blog, but i think its important.
its important to friends and family of people in abusive relationships to be steady. dont give up your ground. even if the person keeps pushing back and wont leave the person, keep being there for them, it can take a long time, it took me almost 2 years to leave, it takes some people even longer, but just stay there for them and be there for them when they finally make that step. dont give up on them.
and to those who have been in these kinds of relationships, and especially those who are there right now: it is not your fault. it is so, so hard to leave, i know, but please try to find help and support and resources to do it. if all your friends dont like someone, theres a good reason for it. please dont fall into the trap of thinking your friends dont have the best intentions for you. there are so many things you may overlook in the moment that others can see from a mile away are horrible. especially if you have been abused in the past. its incredibly hard to tell what is a red flag when your gut instinct is that anything and everything is a red flag. surround yourself with people who you can trust and listen to them
and trust me, i know how hard it is when youre stuck in that spot of KNOWING you should go but fearing that first step away. its scary. its difficult. but it is worth it. find someone safe you can be with. and if you arent sure, find a reason to leave for just a few days, an excuse, anything. give yourself space from the abuser, tell yourself youre going back in a couple days, just get out from under the thumb long enough to clear your head and things will make more sense with the fog lifted.
when i first got in my car and put my kitten on my lap and told her we were going to my moms for a couple nights, i didnt know if that was the truth. i planned to come back and i knew i didnt want to. i only took enough stuff for a couple days. i couldnt imagine my life changing so drastically. where would i live? how would i make money? who take care of me? i had no clue about any of those things. but after a couple days away I realized i would take care of me. i remembered that i had worked jobs before i was with him, i could do it again. i remembered that i had options of where to live. all of those things were so clouded when i was with him, they felt like impossibilities. once i was away, even just for a short time, things were so much easier to parse.
and i know i had many privileges in this journey not everyone is afforded, and my heart goes out to those who read this and are in this situation and the options i had just arent accessible to you, i am so sorry, i wish i had something more to offer you but all i have is my story, and a wish that it gives you some hope at the very least, and a promise that if you need someone to talk to, im here, i will listen, and you will be heard and loved.
i just want everyone who reads to take something small but important away from it. love your friends, love yourself. please stay safe. please dont give up. remember love should not hurt.
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asphalt-cocktail ¡ 5 years ago
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For the Sake of Content- Chapter 5
Chapter 5: Sex Money
Summary: After walking in on your long-term boyfriend, Harrison, cheating on you and then losing your job the following day; your find yourself broke, jobless, and single for the first time in a long while. In order to make ends meet, your best friend since college, Freddie, suggests you start soliciting explicit photos of yourself, not only to help boost your confidence but to help pay the rent for his band mate’s apartment you just moved into.
A/N: ALL RIGHTY CUTIES!! This is where the story starts to pick up! I might take a little break in writing because the next chapter has literally taken me a week and a half to write up because I just can not get it right and I want to work ahead for when the semester begins to pick up. Anyways, I hope you all enjoy this newest chapter! As always I really appreciate and read every comment I get on this, and love all the likes, reblogs, and asks i have been getting!
Pairing: Roger Taylor x F!Reader
Warnings: Language, mentions of sex work, cam sex, mutual masturbation, masturbation, sexual tension, some friendly banter between roger and reader, slight arguing, maybe some slut shaming, not proof read, shit is getting juicy.
Word Count: 2.4k
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Today was the day.
After heavy deliberation and a lot of working around schedules you and Mojo_Man had found a day and time that worked for the two of you. In the time it took to plan this whole ordeal you found that Mojo_Man, whoever he was, was pleasant to talk to and he even paid for a lifetime subscription to your Snapchat. The attention he had been giving you was nice to say the least.
You wore just a silky robe and sat strategically in front of your camera, only showing your shoulders on down. Your computer screen lit up with the call, you let it ring a few times before you answered, to make it look like you hadn’t been nervously waiting for this mystery man to call you.
When he answered, his room was darker than yours, only illuminated by a dull orange light in the corner of the room. You could make out the shape of his body, he was slim but looked like his body was secretly lean by the definition you could see in his arms. You couldn’t tell much more because like you, his face was also covered.
“Hey,” You said, shifting to sit on your knees, your thighs peaking through the gap in your dressing gown.
Mojo waved and the little typing icon popped up. ‘Sorry, no mic.’ He sent.
You couldn’t help but smile even though he couldn’t see it, waving your hand in a dismissive manor “’S okay.” You said casually, “So,” You dragged out the ‘o’ “Thank you for your generous gifts,” You shifted once more, purposefully slipping your robe down your shoulders “What do you want to do first?” You asked in a sensual manor.
Mojo Man sighed deeply as though he were in thought, ‘You can slip the rest of the robe off if you wanted.’ You felt heat spreading from the back of your neck to the tips of your ears at how polite he was. You found that typically men were very demanding and wanted to be in control, often ordering you around. But for once, it was nice to have a suggestion instead of a command.
You glanced down and undid the tie around your waist, opening the robe and sliding it down. The silky fabric pooled around your hips as your breasts became exposed for your one-man audience. You saw the slender man’s chest heave with arousal and felt a surge of pride swell through you. Your hand traveled down your chest, rubbing over the swell of your breasts and kneading them delicately in your hand before you moved down, pinching and rubbing your nipples between your thumb and pointer finger to get them erect. It didn’t take long before they hardened, your touch working in tandem with the cold.
You lifted your hips, sliding out of what remained of your robe and rubbed your hands along your thighs. The breath in the back of your throat hitched when you watched the stranger shift his camera ever so slightly down to expose his cock that lazily laid against his stomach. He stroked it in slow languid motions. You could see his chest rising and falling as he began to get more erect in his hand.
A soft moan left your mouth at the sight. God a stranger’s dick shouldn’t have been this arousing to you, but here you were.
Your legs instinctively spread apart exposing yourself to him and you dipped your finger between your fold. Grinding it in circular motions around your clit in an attempted to match his pace. Your hips bucked against your hand’s slow teasing pace and your eyes remained locked on the internet man’s dick and his hand firmly gripping his now fully erect member.
You whimpered, picking your pace up and now strumming your self rapidly, throwing your head back with a breathy moan, “Come on, baby I wanna hear you.” You sensually said. You hadn’t even thought of the words before they left your mouth.
Mojo’s hand faltered a moment before his free hand typed out a message to you, ‘I don’t know.. I don’t want my roommate to hear.’ You couldn’t help but smirk, thinking of the unsuspecting Roger who could walk into the apartment at any moment or walk into your room at any moment and see you fingering yourself for some stranger.
“It’s okay, I’m sure they wont mind.” you said slowing your strumming yourself and watched as the little crossed out microphone icon became bolded. A shiver of anticipation ran through you as you watched the mystery man once again, tightly grip his hard cock and pump it in his hand. He let out a shaky breath and you felt your face heating up at the sound. His voice was soft with a hidden roughness behind it that made your tummy tingle, “Come on, baby, let me hear you.” You said moving against yourself with more vigor.
The internet stranger’s jerking pumps matched your pace and your slightly staticky voices mingled together and filled both yours and his room. The slender man’s hips bucked against his hand as the two of continued to watch each other get off.
“Fuck,” You abruptly hissed out, your fingers buried deep inside you, hitting all the right spots “Can… can I come please?” the words slipped out of you mouth with little thought.
A short laugh bubbled from the man’s chest, “Not yet, baby.” You could tell his jaw was clenched tightly from how he spoke.
Your eyes fluttered shut and you tipped your head back trying to picture his face. Darker blonde hair, that was confirmed by the light dusting of chest hair he had, and blue? No. Green eyes.
He choked out a desperate sigh, “Shit,” he grunted, thrusting hard into his hand, “I’d love to see that ass of yours bouncing on my cock.”
Your walls clenched at his words, he could see it from the angle of his camera, and you let out a high-pitched sigh in response. The closer he got the more vocal he was. You loved every vulgar word that fell like syrup from his lips.
But there was something so familiar about his voice that caused your mind to spin. Your fogged over lust filled brain could barely comprehend what was going on after being on edge from your release for so long. It was as though your toes danced on the ledge of a building and the threat of falling was hammering against your chest.
Suddenly your walls clenched, and you sobbed out, having to cover your mouth to stifle the noise while you rolled your hips against your fingers. The mystery man soon followed, shooting ropes of come onto his stomach, he sat for a moment to catch his breath “Be right back,” He mumbled before abruptly standing up and leaving his computer chair probably for some tissues.
The light flicked on in his room and you took in what little you could see in, the cluttered clothes on the floor, the messy bed spread that made it look as though he kicked it off every time he woke up. It was interesting to see into the lives of your clients.
He came back and his computer screen illuminated his now clothed chest. He was now wearing an old Jimi Hendrix shirt and you couldn’t help but smile- Roger had the same shirt, upon further inspection you saw that Roger also had the same bracelets and necklace your client wore too. Your stomach clenched with dread “Roger! You- you” you pointed an accusatory finger at the camera, not caring that it fell, exposing your face as you abruptly got up and struggled to find your words. A wave of confusion and rage washed over you, causing your orgasmic fog to dissipate immediately.
“[Y/N]?” Roger sounded just as confused as you felt “Oh, fuck.” He muttered to himself.
You threw your robe back on and stomped over to your door, ripping it open and meeting Roger half way down the hallway “How could you watch me masturbate!” You shouted at him, raising and flailing your arms in frustration.
“How was I supposed to know it was you masturbating!” He shouted back in an equally frustrated voice, “Fucking Christ.” He hastily ran a hand through his hair, “You spread your pussy for every bloke on the internet now? Is that how you pay for the rent, with-” He motioned between the two of you, blowing out a frustrated puff of air “With dirty sex money?”
Your mouth could have hit the floor if it was possible, “It’s none of your bloody business how I make my money! It’s Fred’s fault anyways, he suggested it!” Your brain vividly played Fred’s voice over and over again in your head before you pushed it aside to clear up more questions “You were the one that gave me the dirty sex money anyways!” you were on a roll now, “What the fuck kind of a name is Mojo Man anyways! You couldn’t have come up with something clever?”
Roger’s jaw gaped much like yours, his face riddled with disbelief, “I can’t help it I’m horny and want to pay for attention from girls!” Roger clenched his fists together in frustration and pushed past you, hastily slipping his shoes on, not even bothering to untie them and throwing on a leather jacket “It’s a Jimi Hendrix song, by the way.” He hissed, slamming your apartment door behind him causing the mirror in the hallway to slant.
You let out a frustrated noise, a cross between a growl and a groan and found your self pacing the hall, back and forth, back and forth while muttering to yourself like you’d gone mad. “Fucking hell! I can’t believe I wasn’t more careful, what am I? A fucking fool, that’s what you are.” You stopped yourself, realizing your solo conversation was making you look more insane than you had hoped. You raided the fridge, stealing several of Roger’s beers. He wouldn’t mind anyways, it wasn’t like the two of you had boundaries anymore after wanking in front of each other.
So, there you sat, on the couch, brooding, thinking, and drinking several beers. You hated to admit it, but the chemistry between you and Roger during your private session with him was hot, just thinking about it caused a clench in your gut that you couldn’t push away. You thought of ringing up Freddie for advice, but you could already hear the howling laughter that would rattle your ear drums, so you opted to continue thinking in silence. But still found your mind drifting back to his words, the rise and fall of his soft chest, and his soft gravely moans that would forever haunt your memory.
An idea crept into your brain, slinking against the shadows before it forced its way through and now had your full attention. You couldn’t shove it away and it echoed against your brain.
Ask Roger to help you with your content.
You’d seen it many times and heard girls talking about it on various forums and chatroom communities dedicated to sex work but never though you’d ever come across the opportunity yourself. Countless women had their spouses, partners, and even friends help with their content from time to time; they found that it helped provide a variety of things to post and proved to be an advantage.
You mulled it over a bit more, sipping on your cold beer. It would be nice to not have to take screen shots of videos you took of you doing various poses and there was the benefit of actually having sex. You hadn’t gotten any action from a real-life human being since Harrison and frankly, you’d forgotten what good sex was like and something told you that Roger would be able to help you remember.
The come down from your adrenaline high mixed with the beer and soon put you to sleep on the couch. Only waking up to Roger roughly shaking you. He reeked of cigarettes, you scrunched your nose up and could tell he’d taken a walk outside to chain smoke and think. It was a stress habit you’d noticed in your few months of living with him.
You blinked one blurry eye at him, your vision clearing and noted the soft, almost sympathetic gaze he’d cast down at you. You sat up, sitting sideways into the corner of the couch to offer him a seat which he graciously accepted, “I’m sorry for calling your money dirty sex money.” Roger mumbled, his face flushed with embarrassment.
You cleared the sleep from your throat “I’m sorry for making fun of your username.” You mumbled in the same apologetic tone. You turned your body towards him and let out a nervous cough, just enough to force his gaze in your direction, “I… um… I wanted-” you inhaled and exhaled deeply before you started over again to gather your thoughts “Do you want to help me?”
Roger jumped at the volume of your voice and you mumbled a soft ‘sorry’ before looking back at him. His face was riddled with confusion, “What?” He asked quirking his head to the side.
“You know, filming and content and stuff.” You couldn’t bare to look at him any longer, the conversation was almost painful making it easy to avert your gaze.
Roger cleared his throat and tried to act casual, but he was almost as uncomfortable as you, “Would… would I get a part of the profit?” He asked, sneaking a side glance at you.
You honestly hadn��t even though of that. “80/20” That was the first number that popped up into your mind.
Roger scoffed, “50/50” he argued back, “If my dicks going to be on display, I want half.”
You found yourself frowning deeply “70/30 and I won’t hide my face anymore, but you can.”
Roger hummed, you didn’t know if he was actually in deep thought or just mocking you, “Fine, but we also get to fuck without cameras too, and I want the first time we hook up to just be natural, no cameras.” He crossed his arms over his chest “Got to make sure it’s worth my time.” He made sure to add.
You rolled your eyes at his back handed comment, “You talk a big game, bet you’ll be the disappointing one.” You knew it was a lie the moment you said it. But you would never admit it.
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