#other things just makes me really appreciate the little things my brother and my cousin do in relation to my gender like no joke it gets me

[shouts-into-the-void]

Just read screenshots of the Aaron extra chapter and I have so many thoughts, so here they are:

It's always so funny to me to be reminded of the fact that the animosity between Aaron and Neil is mostly one-sided. Like, Neil finds Aaron frustrating, but all the antagonistic stuff he does to him is ultimately in service of helping him in some way and while he's angry when Aaron provokes him, he otherwise regards him with disinterest and even expresses the desire to see what he's like when he's relaxed and enjoying himself during the party with the Vixens. Meanwhile Aaron just really hates that man.

I really appreciated Nora using this chapter to clear up some of the gripes a lot of the fandom has had with Aaron's character in the past and confirm that Aaron's comments to Nicky have to do with his cousin making graphic and unwanted sexual advances on their teammates, and his accusations towards Neil were from a place of concern for his brother. I also liked that it was pointed out that of course he would have at least some internalized homophobia due to being raised by religious zealots in a conservative area, but is unlearning it due to Nicky.

On a similar note, I'm glad that we were provided the context that Nicky's inappropriate behavior is a defense mechanism to weed out people who might hurt him rather than legitimate advances, because I think the fandom tends to forget that he is also a character with extreme trauma written outside of the "perfect victim" stereotype. His actions aren't okay, but the entire point is that they are the result of what he's had to endure just like every other member of the team

The implication that Andrew specifically signed with the Foxes so Aaron could go to college

Aaron and Andrew have the same nervous habit of picking at loose thread

It causes me physical pain to see Andrew clearly trying to open up to Aaron about his self-harm, but because his way of communicating is less straightforward (he doesn't lie, but he because he stuggles to confront and be open with his emotions, he presents the truth in flowery, vague language) and because the two dont really know or understand each other, Aaron can't fully grasp the implications of what he's saying

On the subject of things that cause me physical pain: baby Aaron telling his mom that he wanted to be a neurosurgeon like the people on TV and her laughing and saying he'd never make anything of himself. Fuck Tilda Minyard, all my homies hate Tilda.

Andrew is so uncomfortable, someone Get Him Out of There.

Going off that and his nervous habits (that Aaron mentions he did often enough to be noticable as a habit premedication), I am highkey wondering if the reason Sober Andrew doesn't talk to anyone outside Neil is because he's just. Socially Awkward.

We get a little bit of insight into Andrew's "misogyny" (I personally think distrusting certain people as a result of extreme personal trauma is a little bit different than just being sexist, in the same way women distrusting men because they're used to being harassed and belittled isn't misandry, but that's up to your personal opinion) and that his distain for Katelyn comes from the fact that he thinks she's stringing Aaron along and will turn out to be awful like his previous girlfriends (there's also a notable implication that Aaron has the same self-destructive tendencies as Andrew, and may be why he went out of his way to get him into college and on the straight-and-narrow) also see that this extends to Bee as well despite their close relationship, with him being so afraid that she'd reject him for being gay that he can't even look at her while talking about Neil, probably made worse by the fact that she's a maternal figure for him, which is where this trauma response originates.

Aaron is the only person on the team who's aware that Andrew hasn't slept with Neil, and the only one to grasp the significance of the fact that they've gotten close to that point already despite Andrew's trauma, outside of Renee

It was overall really interesting to see inside Aaron's head (I actually wouldn't mind a book from his perspective, he has a similar way of thinking to Neil but much more grounded) and to see Andrew through the lense of someone who just views him as Just A Guy

[sukuna-dees-nuts]

@nessieartss i did it again lol

based on this ask and this ask because i couldn't get "rizzless sukuna" out of my head 😭 (and also Maki being one of Sukuna's friends is relevant which is why i tagged that ask)

anyway, please enjoy!!

Edit: part 2!!

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Sukuna can’t keep the scowl off his face as he watches Yuuji from across the courtyard. He watches as his little brother effortlessly jokes with his friends, his face and movements animated enough that they’re clear even from so far away. Yuuji has always been the more charismatic of the two brothers; always the one to make friends first. 

Yuuji throws his head back in laughter, casually throwing his arm around Megumi’s shoulders. Sukuna feels a twinge of jealousy in his gut and he can’t stop the grunt that escapes his throat. 

How ridiculous is he? Getting jealous over nothing. It’s laughable. Sukuna doesn’t get jealous! 

Except… the more he watches his little brother interact with Megumi, the more he finds himself wishing that he could hang out with Megumi—

“Oh fuck me,” he groans, rubbing his hands over his face. 

“What’s got your panties in a twist?” 

Sukuna looks up. Maki takes a seat next to him on the steps, a meticulous brow arched in intrigue. He’s quiet for a moment as he rests his elbows on his knees. While he considers Maki to be one of his closest (and one of his only) friends, Sukuna briefly contemplates brushing his inner turmoil aside. This is her cousin, after all. Would she really want to hear about Sukuna’s stupid crush that he barely acknowledges himself?

Ah, fuck it, he thinks and sits up straighter. 

“How do you ask someone out?”

Maki blinks, taken aback by the question. She holds Sukuna’s gaze as if trying to gauge whether or not he’s being serious. Her mouth presses into a thin line.

“Depends on who you’re wanting to ask out,” she responds with a casual shrug. As she reaches up to fix her ponytail, she asks, “Are you saying that you’ve never asked anyone out before?”

Sukuna sniffs and says nothing, running his tongue over his teeth. His attention turns to his nails, examining them for any chips in the nail polish.

“It’s never been relevant before,” Sukuna grumbles. Out of the corner of his eye, he can see Maki shift. She nods slowly with a hum of acknowledgement. 

“So, who is it?” Maki asks.

“Huh?” 

“The person you want to ask out, who is it?” she asks again.

This time, Sukuna hesitates to answer. He’s never been one to be ashamed of his preferences; he always makes his thoughts clear whether it shows on his face or in his words. Like the time when Sukuna argued that the Star Wars franchise was “extremely overrated” and Yuuji nearly had a heart attack (he still hasn’t let it go).

Finally, with a sigh, Sukuna answers in another grumble, “Fushiguro.”

The silence that stretches out between them is loud. Sukuna thinks for a moment that Maki might have gotten up and left. When he looks to the side, he finds that she’s still sitting there, staring at him, an unreadable expression on his face. He fully expects her to start laughing at him, but, she doesn’t. 

Maki continues staring at Sukuna until he narrows his eyes at her, opening his mouth to tell her to just forget about it and fuck off—

“Oh, you’re actually serious,” she huffs. “For a moment I thought you were pulling my leg.”

Sukuna feels his irritation ebb and he rolls his eyes. “Why the hell would I make a joke like that? There are other things I could use to bully you with. Like your stupid glasses. They don’t fit your face.”

Ignoring the comment, Maki goes on, “Fushiguro isn’t one for extravagance. If you really want to ask him out, you should pull him off to the side and ask him privately. He’d appreciate that.” The bell rings, signaling that it’s time for the next class. Maki and Sukuna get to their feet. 

“Also, it would do you well to work on your tactfulness,” the girl adds over her shoulder as she begins to walk away.

Sukuna flips her off. “Fuck you. I’m not asking you for advice anymore.”

He watches as his friend heads back inside before turning his attention back to Megumi who is walking in the opposite direction of his two friends. Sukuna runs a hand through his hair, exhaling a long breath. 

It’s another few seconds of watching Megumi walk before Sukuna’s feet start moving, carrying him in the same direction and he mentally curses at himself again.

Fuck it. Let’s do this.

[hughiecampbelle]

Succession Preference: Baby Roy Coming Out

Requested: hiya! i was wondering if you could do some Roy sibling headcanons regarding them realizing they are lgbtq+/being in their first (openly) lgbtq+ relationship :3 this blog gives me so much joy, thank you for all that you do!! 💚💚💚 - anon

Requested: Headcanon/fic request :) What if baby Roy came out to their siblings as part of the lgbt+ community? How do you think they would react? Would they be comforting or confused? Especially since most are involved in a conservative news conglomerate. - anon

Requested: Hi! i love your baby roy fics❤️ could i requests baby roy coming out as queer to the sibs? i think it would be so interesting to know their reactions and how logan may have influenced those. thank you so much🫶🫶 - anon

Requested: ooooh! what if baby Roy was queer in some way? - anon

A/N: Happy pride month, my loves!!! These were all requests from months ago, I'm so sorry it took me this long!!! I never actually came out to my family. I've told friends and (accidentally) a few cousins lol, just not my mom/grandparents/etc. It just feels like it's my business and not anyone else's. Still, I am absolutely in love with this idea! I kept things pretty general so that a larger amount of people could relate rather than focused solely on a single gender/sexuality specifically! Feedback is always appreciated!!! 💜💜💜

Connor doesn't really understand what you mean. Connor is much older than you and the rest of your siblings. He was brought up in a different time. He doesn't really understand beyond the basics. Still, you're his baby. He wants to know everything about you, he wants there to be no secrets between you. So, that means doing lots of Googling and ending up on some sketchy, inappropriate websites. The next time he sees you, and you're able to get a moment alone, he pulls out his list of questions he has for you. Some things you can explain, others you have to figure out before you get back to him. You're still new to all of this. None of you were introduced to relationships and people and expressions that were different than heterosexual and cisgender. You still have a lot of questions and feelings and self-doubts that you have to work through before you can figure out these obscure references your brother has found on the internet. He's so proud of you, that he makes clear, even if he is a little confused. He gets you a little flag and hangs his own outside of his home. No one ever visits him besides you, so you're the only one who sees it. He wants to go to your local Pride and parade you around. Connor loves you, you're his baby. Regardless of your differences, he will always be there for you. Always.

Kendall thinks you're doing this for attention. That all of this is a phase you'll grow out of and realize you were wrong about. You don't officially come out to him. You know better. It's Connor who tells him when you start dressing differently/inviting potential partners over who are more than just friends. Kendall can't wrap his head around it. He doesn't understand that you were born this way, this is who you've always been, and not just a decision you made one day. He doesn't really get that being lgbtq+ isn't a choice. As far as he can understand, you're doing this to get (the wrong kind of) attention from Logan. That you want to be different and act out and so you're doing this. It doesn't matter that you're a rational adult just coming to terms with who you are, he still sees you as an irrational little kid. Connor tries to help by explaining the different colors in the flag/s, but that just makes him more confused and when he's confused he gets angry. When you fight, because when do the Roy siblings not fight, it's the first thing he brings up as a means of saying you're not as adult as you think you are if you're going to live your life like this. It's like a slap to the face every time. When they were married, Rava tried to get him to understand this isn't what he thinks it is, but nothing and no one can get through to him. He is your Mini Logan. There's no getting through to him about the matter.

Shiv is trying to be as comforting as possible. You were a teenager when you came out to her. You were full of so many confusing feelings, feeling you couldn't vocalize to anyone until it just sort of came out. Luckily, it was Shiv you said it to and not Kendall or your father. You were so upset, distressed, lost, she figured comforting you would be first and then addressing what you said. Shiv wasn't bothered by what you had said, who you said you were. She knew plenty of lgbtg+ people in college. She even went to a few gay clubs just to party. Still, she was of the mind that you were maybe a little too young to really know what those words meant. She said this, which, in the moment, broke your heart. Your sister, the person you went to when you were having friendship problems and disagreement with your father, truly believed you were too young to have figured this out about yourself. For so many years you thought there was something wrong with you, and you finally had words to describe it, and this is all she had to say? Of course, as the years go on, and you're more open about who you are in this family, she recognizes she might have been wrong. She would never admit to that, of course. She'll always be the first person you came out to. It's not a great story to have, but the hurt lessens as time goes on and you realize, though you have always known, your family isn't caught up with the times. They can say they're progressive, but it's in name only.

The first thing Roman does is list off as many crude jokes as he can. One after the other, a few of them with slurs, until he's gotten it all out of his system. Truthfully, he doesn't really care what you do or who you do as long as it's not in front of him. He's been ridiculed by Logan, and your siblings, about his sexuality (or lack thereof) that he can't understand why you're willingly telling him this thing about you that will make you different. In his mind, you're inviting the ridicule and blame that'll come from your father (and Kendall). Why would you admit to this? Why can't you just keep it to yourself? Why can't other people just keep these kinds of things to themselves? He's not against it. He's had his fair share of crushes on all types of people. But he thinks that it's a bit much when you start dressing differently or inviting partners to events/holidays. You're making yourself a target for hate and anger and confusion. He's spent his whole life trying to shield himself from those kinds of emotions because it can lead to hurt and abuse. In his mind, you coming out just invites these feelings and issues, leaving you vulnerable. He cringes every time you tell someone new because he fears it'll lead to blame and ridicule. He doesn't understand why you have to be so open about this when, for decades, people like you lived in secret? What's so hard about keeping it a secret? It's safer that way.

[fieldofdaisiies]

Strokes of Fate | pt. 2

paring: Feyre x Rhysand | type: fluff | words: 3,2k words | warnings: none | masterlist

"You?!" Feyre‘s eyes widen in surprise, arms falling to her sides. 

Simultaneously, an expression of utter confusion spreads over Morrigan‘s face, gaze sliding from her friend to her cousin. 

"I am just as surprised as you are." Rhysand’s violet eyes brush over her body, his voice still as polished and sensual as the last time. "But I have to say, I am very delighted to see you again." 

He chuckles, the sound a low, guttural purr. "Or let me rephrase that: I am delighted the big girl could take care of herself and get home safely."

She really, really needs to fight the urge to flip him off. Or to be even a little more immature and slip out if her shoe and toss it at his handsome head, completely ruining his perfect, rich person hairstyle.

"And I am delighted that the rain didn’t ruin your immaculate appearance or heart your ego," Feyre instead fires back, a triumphant grin on her lips now. But it vanishes quickly - the moment Rhys opens his mouth again. 

"Thank you very much for the compliment, I appreciate it a lot. Especially coming from you, an artist who has an eye for beautiful things." Amusement glows so brightly in his eyes, it reminds Feyre of the stars in the night sky. And his smile, nothing but cocky and taunting could -would- make her knees wobble under different circumstances. Not right now. Now, it makes her bristle. 

But if she had met him under—

"You know each other?" Mor asks, her tone a hint incredulous. Her gaze ping-pongs between her cousin and her friend, the papers in her hands long forgotten. 

"Briefly," Rhys comments and then steps aside, revealing the now blank wall behind his office desk. "But not important now. You think you can work your magic there, Feyre?"

A million ideas already spark in Feyre‘s mind but it is a painting that someone commissions so she needs to ask him first what he would like to see. What kind if picture he would like to have. 

"I think I definitely can. But first of all I would like to know what you would like to see? What are you ideas? Wishes? Visions?"

A flicker of impressiveness passes over the CEO's face. 

"Visions," he ponders out loud and rubs his palm over his chin. "Why don’t we sit down together and figure out my visions." He extends his hand, gesturing at the black sofa. "Let me offer you something to drink." Not a question.

Feyre claims a seat on the black couch, crossing one leg over the other. "Just a water, please." 

He grabs a jug from the desk and fills up a glass. With a smile and the tilt of his chin, Morrigan gets her cue, and walks to the glass door. "I‘ll leave you to it then. If you need me, you know where to find me, cousin, Fey."

With wide steps, Rhys strolls to the couch and claims the seat next to her. He gives her a sidelong glance and smiles. She is beautiful - utterly beautiful. Breathtaking. So breathtaking he truly needs a moment to catch himself - no one has ever knocked him of his feet quite like her and that confuses him.

Handing her the glass, Rhysand’s eyes touch hers. "I want something…it‘s difficult. I don’t want something that I connect with work. But something that represents me?"

Feyre almost wants to blurt money, but she keeps calm, nods a little and waits for him to continue. But he doesn’t. Not immediately. Rhysand tips his head back and closes his eyes for a moment. He exhales a deep breath and Feyre watches the heavy rise and fall of his solid, chest - the sculpted muscles are even visible through his white shirt.

Greek god, sparks in her mind - that’s what she would also connect with him. But thank God, her mouth stays closed. Again. Saying that out loud…she would leave and never return.

"It is hard to describe it," he mumbles and folds two fingers over his mouth.

"Think about what makes you happy? What brings you joy? Who brings you joy?"

Rhysand immediately thinks of Az and Cassian - his brothers, not through blood but through what is in their hearts.

But as much as he loves them, having a painting of the three of them in his office…he‘d rather have this at home. Maybe he’ll just ask Feyre again for a painting — it would be a phenomenal chance to see her again and—

A chuckle leaves him - has this young artist already bewitched his heart? After a few minutes of talking to her. That seems impossible. But he can't deny the fact that she intrigues him. Immensely. 

Feyre has noticed the shift in his demeanour, the corners of her lips quirking up. "Do you know it? Do you know what you want?"

When he meets her gaze, he indeed knows it.

"Sometimes I just look at the stars and…listen. I manage to block out everything else - no noises from the city, no bustling crowds, no loud thoughts." He inhales deeply. Feyre’s focus is on him. "I think I want a sky full of stars. A night sky. One that is not touched by city lights, not ruined by them. You think you can do this?"

Feyre nods eagerly. "Of course I can do this." She is excited and loves the idea. "I like concept."

It is wonderful . She had no idea he would be so…so thoughtful and would like something so…simple. 

Rhysand slowly leans back, arms braced on the backrest of the couch. He runs his gaze over once again, silent admiration etched upon his features. 

"Tell me something, darling," he starts, his voice nothing but a purr. "Have you always wanted to be a painter?"

"Yes." The answer comes as quick as a shot. "For as long as I remember, I’ve always wanted to be a painter."

He smiles and it is heartwarming. Feyre reaches for her glass and takes a sip. "What about you? Did you always want to become…an owner of a company?"

He huffs a laugh, the sound bittersweet. "Honestly, no. But I had no choice. My father owned this company and before him his father - my grandfather was the founder of it. I had to take over."

Feyre wants to tell him that there is always a choice and that it is bullshit that he had to do it, but the look in his eyes tells her that if there truly had been another option he would have chosen it.

She wants to ask about his father, but Rhysand is faster.

"So little Feyre was also already a painter? I bet your family refrigerator was covered in your paintings and drawings."

"It was," she hums, recounting the memory of her mother’s eyes lit up each time she drew something for her - one of the few moments were she showed affection for her youngest. But Feyre shakes off these thoughts and instead says, "I remember once being so bored, I painted on the little cupboard my sisters and I had in our room." She chuckles and a look of nostalgia passes over her face. 

"Elain loved it immediately. Nesta was a bit shocked at first but then loved it as well."

Rhysand smiles, loving how her face lights up at the mention of her sisters. 

"So I guess, I‘ll make a few sketches. Then I‘ll send them to you and start painting?"

"No."

"No?"

"I want you to paint here, Feyre."

Feyre’s eyes widen. "In your immaculate office?"

He laughs, the sound rich and amused. "Yes," he says, "in my immaculate office. I have enough space here and it will be much easier than to transport the painting here once it is done."

It makes sense. Somehow it does. But painting with audience? She doesn’t know if she likes that, but she agrees anyway.

And so, Feyre returns the next day, is led into his office by Morrigan whom she chats with a bit. Rhysand is in a meeting and will only get here later. Feyre likes this, knowing she has a bit of time alone.

She unpacks her colours, all her utensils, and with a pencil she starts to outline a sketch on a canvas.

"Good morning, darling." The low rumble brushes her skin like a feather.

"I see, you're already working."

"And I see you have a very good eyesight."

Hand holding a cup of coffee, the other stuffed into the pocket of his pants, Rhys walks to his desk, gaze sweeping over her, halting and then he chuckles. He sits down, brings the cup up to his lips and drinks. His chest warms oddly. Not due to the warm brew, but due to her presence and then hint of teasing in her voice. It is nice having her here, he thinks. 

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Feyre returns a few times in the following days. On Monday to start with the base. On Wednesday to finish the base. And on Thursday to start with the details. And once again on Monday to continue with the details. 

She is focused, sitting crossed-legged, nibbling on her lower lip and there is definitely colour on her nose. Her adorable nose— 

Rhysand shakes his head. What has this female done to him. He breathes a chuckle, the end of his pen between his teeth, watching her over his screen. 

She truly is the most beautiful woman he has ever seen and he has seen many women in his life already. But she is—

"How old are you?"

The sudden and slightly loud and sharp question startles the artist and Feyre meets his gaze with slightly widened eyes. "Twenty-one," she tells him. "Why?"

"Shit," Rhys says, the curse slipping through his lip before he can stop it. "You are incredibly talented for your age." 

"Talent has nothing to do with age, mister." She laughs a little, trying to brush off the compliment but a blush still graces her cheeks.

"How old are you?" 

"Guess." He smirks.

Feyre lifts her brush and tabs the clean end of it against her chin, acting like she is deep in thought. "Hhhm, I would say fifty-five." She grins at him. 

A low growl parts the CEO‘s lips. "Careful, darling." 

But Feyrelaces her face in innocence. "What? Are you not fifty-five? Are you older?"

A guttural laugh that sends a chill down her spine leaves him. "Cruel, wicked thing."

Her answering laugh is hoarse, smokey like a fine whiskey and it not only does things to Rhys‘ heart. His blood heats and his tongue pokes out, licking over his lower lip.

Her eyes follow the movement, but Feyre quickly says, "How old are you then? Really?"

"Thirty-three."

"Well, I was close," she quips and her focus moves back to the painting, starting once again. He has to laugh to himself and also eventually tries to focus on his work. The stress is on tries. Because he fails. Because she -Ms Feyre Archeron- is a huge distraction. But not an unwelcome one. He likes having her here. It is a wonderful distraction in all honesty.

And so the days pass, Feyre returns and keeps being a distraction. Not much work gets done on Rhys' side, but the painting is nearly finished by the end of the second week and the CEO hates this.

Because it means she won’t return here again. He won’t have her sitting in his office anymore, painting and chatting with him. And that thought…it makes him sad and his heart feel somehow cold.

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The last day, the day she finished the painting is inevitable. And Rhys wants time curse all the Gods and the universe for letting him be stuck in meetings the whole day, not getting a single chance to spend at least five minutes with Feyre.

He will only see her again the next day. They will hang up the painting and he will pay her. That is it. 

And there last day together was wasted due to him not being present. Or so he thinks.

"You are still here?“ The tone in his voice reveals his honest astonishment. It is Thursday evening, already past eight, the city outside already entering the night.

Feyre tips her head back, meets his eyes and nods. Then her gaze moves back to the large canvas in front of her. 

"I am adding the very last touches." She smiles. Rhys watches her.

"No boyfriend waiting for you at home who might get worried now?“ 

He has to shoot his shot, Rhysand thinks and casually leans against his desk. He watches her closely, how she reacts, if her body language gives her away. 

"Thank god, I don’t,“ Feyre chuckles, eyes not once leaving the painting. But then she lifts her eyes, a wicked glint in her eyes when she meets his. "Thank god, I no longer have him waiting for me at home."

"Him."

She lifts her hand, brush in-between two fingers, and waves him off. "Not important — or no longer important."

A chuckles escapes the CEO and he crosses his arms in front of his chest. "He sounds like wonderful guy."

Feyre huffs. She dips her brush into a new bowl of paint, and continues with the task at hand. Until—

"Oh god, you want to go home?!"

Not exactly a question, rather an observation. She sits back on her heels, eyes wide open, shame coiling in her gut. Oh god! She is keeping him here and he wanted to leave already and she completely ignored it. 

But Rhysand shakes his head. Feyre ignores it and bounces up on her knees. "I am so sorry. I completely forgot about time and I—"

"Darling." His purr interrupts her rambling. He hasn’t seen her that giddy before which makes him think she must actually feel bad about the keeping him here. Which is, to put it into his words, absolute bullshit. He was working until now anyway. He often stayed in his office until that hour.

Rhysand smiles at her. "Are you hungry?"

She wants to say no, but obviously her traitorous stomach must release the loudest growl on the whole universe in just this moment. 

"I guess that is answer enough," he laughs and looks so delighted and happy in this moment, almost as if having dinner with her sounds like one of the best things to happen to him this evening. Unbeknownst to Feyre, it truly is. 

"If you insist," Feyre smiles and slowly rises to her feet. She stretches her sore limbs from having knelt on the floor for hours and Rhys can't avoid to marvel at her. 

"Pizza?" he quickly asks to distract his brain and finds her eagerly nodding at him. "Then pizza it is."

"Yes!" she silently cheers but he hears her and has to laugh quietly to himself, searching for his phone and dialling the number he, by now, knows by heart. "Any preferences?"

She has already made herself comfortable on the couch, her feet resting on the small table, a contented smile on her lips. "Surprise me."

And he does. He orders what he thinks she might like, or rather hopes and prays she will like. His own favourite pizza. She has to like it.

And when she moans around the first bite, he knows he made exactly the right decision. 

"God!" Feyre expresses, speaking with her mouthful. She doesn't mind and neither does Rhys. "I have never eating anything better. This tastes like…everything."

His heart warms and he smiles around the bite he is currently taking. "I am glad it does."

"Maybe you are not only rich, spoiled… You can't be that bad, if you have such a great taste in pizza." She grins and Rhys really fights the urge to flip her off. He only bites down on his lower lip and gives his head a shake. "I feel honoured about this compliment."

They exchange a few things about their lives, and for quite a while Rhysand talks about Cassian and Azriel which Feyre loves to listen to. Then the topic moves to Amren, who created the former painting for his office. 

"Where do you keep it now? Won't she be disappointed that you took it off?" Feyre asks.

"Nah," Rhys says and closes his pizza box. Feyre does the same, placing it on top of his. "I'll keep it in my guest room in my apartment. The room she often sleeps in when she stays in this part of the city, so all good."

Feyre chuckles and wipes her hands down her thighs. With a sigh, she rises from the couch. "I think the paint should be dry by now."

He watches her as she walks over to the place she has been working at for the past two weeks. 

"Can I see it? The finished painting. Or do I have to wait for the great reveal tomorrow."

"If you're still in no rush to get home you can look at it now?"

"I'm in no rush," he says in his deep, sensual voice, an unreadable emotion passing over his face. 

"No girlfriend waiting for you at home?" Feyre teases, the payback for his earlier question.

His eye gliding over her body, leaving heat in every place they touch. "No, there hasn’t been one in a long time," he finally admits.

Feyre shrugs a shoulder, "Hm."

He ignores her reaction and only looks at her, admiration etched upon his features. She is wonderful, Rhysand thinks.

Mischief sparks in her eyes and she lets her lips curl. "What are you waiting for? You said you wanted to see the painting. I doubt you can see it from where you are standing, Mr CEO."

"Darling," he drawls and grins. "Not only artistically talented but also a smartass." He pushes off the couch and with long strolls walks up to her, hands stuffed in the pockets of his pants. 

She grins at him and then turns back to her work of art. 

She stands next to the painting, observing it, and has to admit she is very happy with it. A night sky with the moon and a few stars, and one or the other shooting star — nothing special. But for Rhys it is. It is perfect. Better than anything he could have every imagined. 

He moves in closer. So close, the warmth of his body reaches her and his breath fans the back of her neck. 

"Stunning," he mumbles and is not only talking about the painting. It is truly incredible. A pure and star-covered night sky, not ruined by city lights.

"Look at the stars."

"And listen," Feyre answers, her voice breathy, and when she turns to him, there is a fire in his eyes that she has never seen there before. A fire that also ignites something low in her abdomen. 

tags: @girlinglass999 @autumndreaming7 @a-frog-with-a-laptop@honeysuckle-daydreams13 @thelovelymadone @azriels-shadowsinger

[alj4890]

The Getaway

(Tobias Carrick x F!MC) in a Choices Open Heart One Shot

Day One of Tobias Carrick Appreciation Week : travel/leisure

A/N In my HC for this, Tobias and Chris are secretly dating (well before the events of the attack in Book 2) and are still getting to know each other. This goes along with the timeline of fics I used for last year's appreciation week 😉

Rated G for fluff

Masterlist

Tobias's home...

"And this was when my brothers and I decided to do a final boys trip before Hugh got married." Tobias pointed out his older brother lounging in a hammock with his younger brother, Phillip, sneaking up to tip him out.

Chris's smile grew as she continued to study the photographs of his many vacations with friends and family through the years. Ever since she'd shared pictures of her wild escapades throughout Europe with her cousins and friends, he'd eagerly pulled out his own album of favorite memories.

"Which one's been your favorite place to vacation?' she asked, flipping through pictures of snow skiing excursions and tropical beaches.

"Hmm." He scratched at his chin as he studied the photographs. "I'm not sure. They've all been pretty great."

He pointed out a few from when he was still in college. "Recognize that guy?"

Chris's eyes widened. "Is that Ethan?!"

Tobias chuckled while showing her more of their disastrous trip to New York. "It sure is."

Chris couldn't believe the tall, skinny, clean-shaven man with a mass of wild chestnut hair was the same man she worked with. He looked way too casual to be the one who insisted on nights at the opera and top shelf scotch.

"We got lost a lot." Tobias admitted. "I swore I knew my way around and I was too proud to tell Ethan I had no clue where we were really going."

He turned the page to show her an average hotel room overlooking a wooded area. "We ended up in Tarrytown instead of Times Square."

"How?" Chris asked with a giggle. "Isn't it far away?"

"It definitely isn't close." He winked at her. "We got in Ethan's car to explore more of the surrounding area and ended up driving over an hour north from the city." He explained. "The car broke down as soon as we realized where we were. It was going to take close to a week to repair. Ethan was leery of hopping on the train to get back to the city and ending up, in his own words, God knows where. So, instead of our original plans of bar hopping, we ended up doing nothing but historical tours of the old homes around there.

Chris burst out laughing. The thought of a young Tobias and Ethan forced to forget their plans of debauchery for a slice of American history caused her to laugh even harder.

Tears of mirth sparkled in her eyes when she handed the album back to Tobias.

"Your vacations sound very memorable."

He grinned and set the album to the side. Sliding his arm along the back of the sofa, he scooted a little closer to Chris. The thought of making some memories with her filled his mind.

"Hey?"

"Hmm?" She replied.

"Why don't we go somewhere?" He suggested. "For a couple of days."

"Me and you?" Chris asked.

"Is there someone else you'd like to bring along?" He countered.

"No!" Chris quickly exclaimed.

With their conflicting schedules, it was difficult enough as it was to make time to be together. The last thing she wanted was anyone else along on what could be a romantic getaway.

"I'd like it if it was just us." She added.

"Good." Tobias urged her closer for a kiss. "Because l think I want you all to myself."

"You think?" Chris teased.

He chuckled, pressing a lingering kiss against her cheek.

"I know." He murmured.

"You better." Chris slid into his lap to continue kissing him. "Where do you think we should go?"

Their mouths met in a heated exchange.

Tobias ran his hands along Chris's back. It struck him how tense she was. He could feel the knots in her muscles from hours of stress each day.

He began to think of places he could take her that would allow her not only a chance to relax, but also one that could be romantic for the two of them.

"I know just the place for us." He muttered between kisses.

Chris snuggled closer within his embrace then placed her head upon his chest. Her kiss swollen lips curved. She never doubted for a moment that Tobias would think of the perfect place.

"It's less than two hours away." He explained.

"And what is this destination?" She prodded.

"Ocean House in Rhode Island." He began to try to work the knots out of her shoulders. "They have a spa I think you'd enjoy."

Chris's eyes lit up with interest.

"When are we going?" She asked.

"Whenever you'd like." He told her. "The sooner the better."

Chris cocked an eyebrow. "Anxious, are we?"

"Very." He murmured against her ear.

His lips traced the delicate shell then traveled down her neck. His hands moved her curves, lingering on the places which made Chris move restlessly against him.

She arched into his caress, causing him to smile against her sensitive skin.

"Imagine," his deep voice captured her attention, "you and me. Alone. No interruptions. No worries about anything other than enjoying each other.

It was exactly what she'd been yearning for ever since the pair became a couple. Not only did she need a break from the stresses at Edenbrook, she needed a chance to fully indulge in this new relationship she had with the man who made her want to grow closer to him.

Just as the two began to give in to the passion that always simmered between them, Chris's pager went off.

She softly moaned in frustration all while scooting off his lap. Tobias ran his hands over his face in an attempt to calm his racing heart. His attention remained riveted on the young woman who actually made him long for many vacations where he could have her all to himself.

His lips curved softly as he thought of the memories he wanted to make with her. He wanted to see her at all his favorite spots. He could picture her bikini clad body stretched out on a beach. He would rub the suntan lotion along those long legs of hers. He then thought of snow skiing. Winter was still a good five months away, and yet, he couldn't wait to see her curled up beside him in front of a roaring fire. Given Chris's playful competitive side, he knew they would have a lot of fun racing each other down the slopes.

He'd never been one to plan for the long term with a significant other, but when it came to Chris, he couldn't help doing that very thing.

"I have to go." She told him after calling Edenbrook. "One of my patients has taken a turn for the worse."

Tobias followed her to his door. "Want me to drive you to the hospital?"

"That's okay." She gathered her things, smiling at him. "Depending on how long this takes, maybe you could pick me up."

"I don't care how late it gets." He snagged her hand, pulling her close for a kiss. "I want you to call so I can bring you back here."

"You do?" She felt a thrill go through her to hear he wanted to be with her as much as she did him.

He nodded, smirking at her. "Even if our planned dinner turns into a three in the morning event," he laced his fingers with hers, "I want whatever time I can get with you."

"I'll call you." She promised, wrapping her arms around his neck for one last kiss.

He felt her smile against his lips before pulling away. He watched her hurry off, waiting in the doorway until she disappeared around the corner. Tobias then went back inside to begin planning their getaway.

**************

Ocean House...

Chris marveled at all Tobias had planned for them. She'd somehow been able to trade shifts and such to be able to have a rare three days off in a row to be able to go away with him. She'd also done her best to convince Tobias to split the cost of their accomodations.

He'd refused, making her melt at his explanation that he'd planned dates each day and night, so she would have to indulge his need to pay for these special moments.

The moment they stepped into the White Caps Suite, she was struck speechless. Everything about the peaceful beauty of the rooms combined with views of the ocean began to relax her.

Tobias watched her explore their bedroom, bathroom (which caused her to squeal over the soaking tub), living room, and kitchen, before she eagerly went out to their own private garden. He felt his own joy grow in seeing how excited she became with each new discovery.

"Where does that go?" She pointed towards a path leading out of the garden.

"To the beach." He sat down on one of the lounge chairs.

Without any urging on his part, Chris joined him. She nestled her head on his shoulder, draped one arm across his waist, and took a long deep breath. She slowly released it, feeling all her stress begin to melt away.

"Comfortable?" He asked, placing a kiss against the top of her head.

"Very." She snuggled closer when his fingers began to drift up and down her back in soothing motions.

"I might never move if you keep that up." Chris teased him.

"I think you will once I tell you all that we have planned." He countered.

She lifted her head. "You only told me what type of clothes to pack. What exactly do you have planned for us?"

"Just a few things." He grinned at her. "I have a feeling you are going to be very happy with our itinerary."

After a few more moments of enjoying the sound of the waves crashing and being near one another, the couple went back inside to unpack.

Chris eyed his neatly packed suitcase in amusement. He had each article of clothing carefully folded and placed in such a way that no space had been wasted. All his toiletries were labeled and placed in a special clear bag.

She then looked at her own hodgepodge way of packing. She might have over packed, mostly because she knew she'd want to choose what to wear on their nights out at the last second. She had multiple swimsuits and different lingerie to make their time alone all the more special.

Her own toiletries were tossed in a separate suitcase along with all the last minute items she thought she might want like her medical journals and a few novels to read late at night.

"Hmm." Tobias began to mumble to himself.

Chris glanced up to see him going through a checklist of all he'd packed. He was even counting his socks to make certain he'd packed the number he had written on his list.

Smothering a giggle, she quickly put her clothes and all away. She found it kinda adorable that he put in so much effort into packing for a short trip.

The significance of the moment hit her as she returned to the living room. Though she'd been with Tobias for a couple of months now, this was the first time they'd be stuck together for longer than a night.

The intimacy they would share would be new. She would actually have a chance to see if what they had was mere sexual attraction or something deeper, more lasting. With how much effort he was putting into this getaway, she had a feeling she'd leave this place having fallen even harder for Tobias.

He interrupted her thoughts when he joined her in the living room.

"I have our itinerary." Tobias handed a piece paper over to Chris.

Her smile grew over what he'd written down. Other than a couple of dinner reservations and an appointment at the spa, everything else was listed as, Whatever Chris wants to do.

"Do you approve of our activities?" He asked.

"Almost." She searched for a pen and added a couple of other plans to the list.

His eyebrows raised when she handed it back to him. A slow, wicked smile formed on his lips.

"I see that, Thoroughly thank Tobias, is scheduled at the end of each evening."

Chris nodded. "It is one of the things I insist on doing."

"I'll make sure we stick to the schedule." He set the list down. "Feel free to begin thanking me whenever the mood strikes you." He wiggled his eyebrows. "I won't complain about the time change."

Chris giggled, draping her arms along his shoulders. "Are you sure you wouldn't mind? After all, you planned this trip for us."

"I won't mind at all. In fact," he crumbled up their schedule, tossing it over his shoulder, "we can forget about everything else."

His smile grew with Chris's laughter.

"I wouldn't mind keeping those dinner reservations." She mumbled against his lips.

"And I want you to have that massage." He murmured, kissing her deeply.

She hummed her agreement.

When they broke apart, she made a show of checking the time.

"Oops." She shook her head in mock disappointment. "We're already behind schedule."

"We are?" He looked down at his watch, thinking she was talking about their dinner plans.

She pulled him along to the bedroom. "It's past time you were thoroughly thanked."

She let out a yelp that turned into laughter when he picked her up fireman style to hurry them on to keep their planned activity.

[aftgficrec]

Hellooooo, I can’t believe this is open!1!1!!1 First of all, I wanted to thank you all so much for all the work you do!

I wanted to ask for fics about the twinyards pretending to be each other. Mainly light funny ones if you find them but any will do. Thank you so much!!!

Hi there, anon! Most of the light funny ones can be found in our previous ask for this. -A

NB: in longer fics this could just be a quick switch, so read them with that in mind

previous recs:

the twins switch 1 here

‘the glow in our mouths’ and ‘The Morning AUs Chapter 52: The Parent Trap AU’ here

‘The one with Kevaaron’ here

‘Aftg Youtube AU’ here

‘Forming a Family; Forging a Future’ here

you may also like:

Neil mistakes Aaron for Andrew here

twinyard mistaken identity here

‘If I Knew You’ here

aaron minyard is a little bit cursed series by BlueJay26 [Rated G, 2 complete works, Updated June 2023, Locked]

Part 1: Jeremy Knox Solves the Transmutation Question: Baffles Centuries' Worth of Alchemists [1429 Words, Twinyards Appreciation Week 2022] [Merriam-Webster] metamorphosis| \ˌme-tə-ˈmȯr-fə-səs\ : a change of physical form, structure, or substance especially by supernatural means // the metamorphosis of a perfectly nice teak table into gold (by your baby cousin who won't stop getting cursed) Or, Nicky endures the twins' shenanigans in every possible universe. **Written for Twinyards Appreciation Week, prompt - metamorphosis**

Part 2: AITA? No. Am I cursed? Very probably. [505 Words] I impersonated my twin brother to play a trick on his boyfriend. AITA?

AFTG Bingo 2k18: The Twinyard Card by exactly13percent [Rated T, Collection, Complete, 2018] 

Chapter 2: Pretend College is difficult enough to navigate without Andrew playing games with Aaron's best friend.

Two of a Kind by gluupor [Rated T, 9957 Words, Complete, 2019]

When Aaron didn't get offered an exy scholarship while Andrew did, they came up with a plan. Andrew would play exy and Aaron would go to class. No one would ever know that they were actually two separate people. What could possibly go wrong?

After Aaron goes to Andrew’s Press conference by @iserenademefan [Tumblr, 2018]

Andrew and Aaron pretending to be eachother by @offbrandginger [Tumblr, 2017]

angstier twins switch:

‘Give Me Another Minute (to Lay Here in Your Echo)’ and ‘another turning point, a fork stuck in the road’ here

‘Unlucky Lies’ here 

‘aparecium’ here 

‘Brother’s Best-Friend’ here

‘white walls’ here

‘Deals With Devils’ here (updated)

Doctor, What Doctor by AceSirenSinger [Rated T, 4081 Words, Complete, 2023]

And then, unfortunately, Aaron has an idea. The idea itself is almost not worth having. It is deeply unethical. It is the opposite of ‘do no harm,’ and it is not even guaranteed to work. Aaron actually thinks that this idea might be worse for his license than performing illegal care on a probable criminal in a back alley in the dark. No, Aaron thinks, it is undeniably worse. “You’re a survivor,” Aaron repeats. “You should already be dead, but you’re not. You should pass out sometime in the next few minutes, but I’m guessing you won’t.” Aaron squares his shoulders, makes himself say the words. “If I give you an address, can you get there? •• An AU where Aaron is a doctor, Andrew is FBI, and Neil’s gone rogue against the mafia. Neil needs medical care, and it really should be Aaron performing it, right? Right??

tw: implied/referenced child abuse, tw: major character injury, tw: blood, tw: violence, tw: needles

Your love is my drug by babyprincess675 [Rated G, 24524 Words, Incomplete, Updated June 2024]

Andrew Minyard’s life has been painfully mediocre for years since high school, nothing but guilt keeping him alive up until his twin brother invites him to his Christmas themed wedding in Alaska, where everything changes. Or Andrew gets invited to Aaron’s wedding after years of no contact and things go wrong.

tw: anxiety disorder, tw: suicide attempt, tw: overdose, tw: implied/referenced child abuse, tw: implied/referenced murder, tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon, tw: implied/referenced self harm, tw: implied/referenced torture, tw: violence, tw: alcohol

in a manner of speaking by likearecord [Rated T, 6335 Words, Complete, 2021]

In Andrew's defense, blind dates are terrible and almost all of Kevin's friends are even worse. Nine times out of ten, calling in a favor to get Aaron to switch and tank it for him would be fine. Unfortunately, Andrew found number ten.

Crossfire by RoseGold_En [Rated M, 18396 Words, Complete, 2018]

The year is 2073. Andrew and Aaron Minyard are twins born into a world with a strict one-child policy due to overpopulation. They take on a singular identity as "Adam Minyard", with only one of them allowed outside at a time. Siblings who are discovered are separated from their families and put into an eternal cryosleep. One day, Andrew disappears. Aaron and Nicky have to find him while maintaining the twins' cover. It's up to Aaron to find out who sold them out and why a bureau agent named "Neil" knows his brother's real name.

tw: vomit, tw: alcohol, tw: violence, tw: gun violence, tw: death, tw: choking, tw: blood, tw: involuntary outing, tw: fire, tw: needles

Secret twin royalty au by @professionalfangirl24601 [Tumblr, 2021]

When queen Tilda gave birth to male identical twins, she knew it could be a threat to her country's future stability. In order to avoid the brothers fighting for the throne, she decided to give one of them up. He would be raised by a maid and then imprisoned with an iron mask constantly covering his face. 

Backliner Andrew by @palmettofoxden [Tumblr, 2017]

Part 1: Andrew takes Aaron's place  Part 2: Andrew takes Aaron’s place - follow-up ideas  Part 3: Backliner Andrew 3/? 

aaron is fat and buff too!!! hc by @palmett-hoes [Tumblr, 2020]

they're deals on deals on deals. meta by @thespineoftherighteous [Tumblr, 2023]

Art

Minyards art by @lnmei

HAPPY TWINYARD DAY!!! art by @babaleza

Aaron and Andrew sand castle building art by @emry-stars-art

POV: You’re Riko and the Twinyards are burying your body. art by @/capt.christine on instagram

nerdy Minyards art by @/intradaya on instagram

Mindyards on defense art by @/kulartly on instagram

andrew & aaron sarcastic healing art by @oliviaillustrations

[cherry1sblog]

I don't understand why people are Soo butt hurt about asking for Ni-ki smut yeah it's a little weird cuz he's JUST turning 18 but they don't have a problem with making stories like that about anyone else's in the group and we basically watched them grow up too just cuz they weren't AS young as Niki doesn't mean they weren't young not only that but some of the smuts they write about the legal line is even more disturbing and disgusting then just simply asking for a slightly suggestive story for Niki seeing as teenagers (not me tho lol) are doing way more and nasty stuff at even younger. And about that thing with the older members like people literally ask for disgusting smut stories all the time like the members watching you and one of them do stuff or I EVEN SAW A NON CON REQUEST THAT SOMEONE ACTUALLY WROTE AND WAS PROUD OF BUT THEN WHEN SOMEONE ASKED THEM TO WRITE ABOUT NIKI NIT EVEN SOMETHING THAT BAD THEY SUDDENLY HAD A PROBLEM WITH IT and someone had asked Ni-ki to be included in the non con thing and I understand being uncomfortable with that but why even write it about that situation in the first place coming from someone who's been sexually assaulted and abused and harassed and taken advantage of multiple time even before I was 8 by people I thought I could trust like multiple of my one of my brothers (I have 3 brothers so one of my brothers) friends and my cousin and someone who was walking me home a classmate and even my brother who let his friends do that to me THAT is disgusting teenagers do nasty inappropriate stuff all the time and none bats an eye but suddenly it's a famous person and there's a problem not saying people sexualizing him is good or ok or not bad I'm just saying there's a double standard it shouldn't be OK for them to write about the other members just cause they are legal it still kind of weird to sexualize them the way people do . Like I can't eleven open tumblr without seeing MDNI and some inappropriate content about them that I don't want to see JUST because I follow enhypen tags or tags like enhypen x reader (even though I mainly only read Niki x reader) AND I'm one year younger than Ni-ki and my bday is the month after his but that's not important what I'm trying to say is that I have like a huuuuugggggeeee crush on Niki like I'm in love with him I swear (not literally I just have like an enormous humongous crush on him) and I don't think that it's that wrong to have feelings that normal teenagers feel (I'm a virgin so I've never done anything) but what I'm saying is it's WWWWASAAAYYYYYYY more weird to ask tobbe non con by the legal line than it is forbme to ask for something like a story where the reader and Ni-ki make out or some (I'm not the one who asked for you to write after he turns 18 just defending you from the people who have been dogging you for no reason when they probably read TONSS ON THOUSANDS Of WWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYY WORSE AND MORE DEMEANING AND DISTURBING DISGUSTING THINGS ABOUT THE OTHER MEMBERS AND JUSTIFY IT BY SAYING THAT THEY ARE LEGAL? LIKE COME ON NOW AND THEN THEY HAVE THE NERVE TO MAKE IT SEEM LIKE THEY'RE SAINTS WHEN THEY ARE DOING THE SAME ABD EVEN WORSE TO THE ITHER MEMBERS JUST CAUSE THEY'RE "OF AGE" like seriously a A NON CON REQUEST AND THEY ACTUALLY WROTE IT? that's like not ok especially considering people actually struggle and go through that the double standard is CRAZY LIKE INSANE they don't have the right to look at you when they write and read stuff like non con or sleep stuff that basically just r*pe fics

I know I went on but it's crazy how people will dig you and make you out to be the bad guy when they're doing the same if not worse stuff

You ate all of this up I’m so sorry about what happened to you but your a really strong person and I appreciate what you wrote you couldn’t have said anything more fucking true people are so blinded it’s actually fucking crazy literally everything I wanted to say you summed it up

[crushedsweets]

OK I NEED TO CLEAR MY ASKBOX

IM JUST GONNA ANSWER A TON OF THEM HERE SO I DONT CLOG UP MY FEED....

hi >.<

this is so fucking sweet i remembered how happy i was when i first got my car. i cried everyday for a week straight because i was so happy. very glad yall got to watch me get my first car. i spend over an hour in her every day commuting now. LMFAOOO (i named her lindsay btw) ((after tdi lsinday)). im so sorry im late but thank you so much this meant sm !!! <3

you asked me this in august im evil oh my god. anyway i aagree. but i am always inclined to forever think he's a midwest emo guy. twin sized mattress forever

SHE NEEDS AND DESERVES SO MANY.

im immediately inclined to say clocky or toby the second i see time and fire mentions. so ticciwork. my clocky is often a bit messy so she'd be pissed and angry and upset over the sort of war she's found herself in, especially as she sees toby just falling deeper into it. 'my god, was i oblivious?' when she finally realizes toby will always, always put Slenderman before her. frustrating. 'hell stays hungry for a world so weak' natalie is hungry for a good world, but she thinks everyone is too weak for goodness, meanwhile toby is hungry for power so he can make everyone else seem weak. etc. 'they only want you to bleed' they being slendy, operator, zalgo, etc etc etc... power, being a pawn, fighting, using humans as toys in a battlefield, etc etc.. yeah

RELEASE ME JOEY

i genuinely think nina is a really good influence on so many of the creeps. like theyre all assholes, traumatized, refuse to believe in the good in the world, etc etc. but nina is traumatized and still kickin. she comes in like ^_^ hello chat. and i think that, while its still important to feel the shitty feelings, it's really grounding to see someone whos just so .. able to be happy. idk. someone who SEEKS joy, rather than expects it to fall into their lap, and blames the world when it doesnt

this si perfect idk why i forgot about bats for him. gotta get back into this idea

AHHH OK I WILL DO MORE EVENTUALLY i just wanna say thank yewww i think theyre such a good sibling dynamic. like little brothers and big sisters and both being little assholes to eachother but would die for the other. idk. ugh. important to me.

actually this sounds really sweet..... thats funny cuz i was JUST talking to a friend about who i would have EJ go endgame with if i had to, but i couldnt settle on anyone. but liu seems like a good fit for ej. i think they'd be super sweet

ANON ME TOO AHHHH ITS LITERALLY MY FAVORITE FUCKING THING EVER. I DONT GAF ABOUT EVIL MEAN 'CANON' SLENDER I LOVE WHEN HE'S A DAD AND WORRIES AND STRESSES. IEPFB AND KASTOWAYS SLENDY>

AH THANK YOU!!! he reminds me of my little cousins HAHA theyre like 10-14 right now and theyre all cuties.... just playing roblox and being mischievous...

THIS IS ABOUT THE BLUSHING NAT DRAWING ISNT IT AHAH OMG THANK YOU!!! i think shes so cute. i know she cant handle compliments. she's either deadpanned 'thanks' or just covers her face and says 'shut up' cuz she doesnt know what to do.

I LOVE HER TOO!!!

GOOD NEWS THEN ive drawn her a handful of times since u sent this HAHA TYSM

you sent like... natobina i think... ok tbh kinda slaps

OK REAL but also when i read it i keep reading it as 'cochina' and i cannot bring myself to name the throuple that </3 HAHA

TBH AHAHA I SEE IT. TOBYS AMETHYST GARNETS NATALIE AND NINA IS STEVEN.

i want jeff to ache in his loneliness

i need to draw connie asap but also THANK YOU SO MUCH AGAIN FOR THE CAR CONGRATS I REALLY APPRECIATE IT IM SO HAPPY I LOVE MY CAR SO MUCH i gotta go vaccuum her..

shes such a cat to me. feline. of sorts, if you will

also good news for you anon, i have also drawn her an ungodly amount of times since youve sent this. LOL

THEYRE MY ANGELS I HAVE MORE OF THEM !!! I LOVE THEM!! AHHHGGG

literally the second that people tell me i made them start to like clocky i am overwhelmed with joy. i feel so much ache when people aren't fond of her bc shes so fucking cool and such a good character and so much fun. so sad that 2015 era creepypasta fandom destroyed her. but im here to fix it...

IM SORRY ANON I BARELY DRAW HIM HES JUST SO BOYISH I LAUGH EVERYTIME I SEE HIM FKAHAHAAH OK OKOK ILL CHANGE ILL DRAW HIM I SWEAR

I REMEMBER WHEN I FIRST STARTED DOING EMOJI ANONS BAHAHA u guys r funny

incredibly. happy. to do this to u.

nope! im not too interested in the 2021 nina just cuz i feel like i've seen that character concept many times (not just in jane), BUT if i had to do my own intepretation of her, 2021 nina would be INCREDIBLY immature in like. not a childish way, but an entitled, angry-fueled adult who cannot comprehend anyone else's thoughts/feelings. and thus, would despise OG nina (although within reason, OG nina idolizes the person who killed her family) . but even if there wasnt a good reason to dislike OG nina, she'd be mean. and OG nina would be mad and bitch. and theyd theyd fight. HAHA

I-IF...???????? ANON?

HELD TO THE FUCKING BRIM

[nucleo-bang-tan]

ITS BEEN HECTICCC

In the meantime, I got into college, moved to a dorm, moved back home (it's not really that far from my college), cut off and lost some toxic friends.

I have been struggling, not gonna lie. New people, new places, a small town girl trying to act like the rich city girls. It's been 5 months since I started college, and I haven't found a friend yet. Everyone probably thinks I'm lame and idk poor?

But their thoughts don't define me, right? Right?

It's been really bad but I'm glad I got 2 friends to talk to. We barely even meet, but hey, we still are close af.

I know I'm still a kid, but I've been lonely for so long, I'm tired. Living at my house (not a home) isn't peaceful or comforting, it's just chaotic and triggering. They try to act like it's alright, nothing ever happened... but the 9-year old me still remembers it. My inner child claws at my insides to be freed, to be happy.

I remember the days I was called gifted, a prodigy and what not. I remember how lonely I was even back then. I was never allowed to leave my house or even have friends. I remember, I was 10 or 11, and I asked my parents for a bike, I wouldn't ride it outside, maybe just in the yard. They refused because they thought I'd run away with someone.

I remember I was taken out for a walk in the yard like I was a dog. Mom never let me out of her sight, fearing I'd run away. Which is valid because all throughout my childhood and even now, I feel like running away.

My parents were paranoid, not in a way that's appropriate for a child. I remember the accusations, the slut shaming, the everything. And for what? For wearing shorts INSIDE MY OWN HOUSE? For simply talking to my male music teacher and being his favourite? For talking to my male cousins? FOR BEING CLOSE TO MY BROTHER?

I don't feel safe in my own home, I don't feel safe in my own skin. It hurts to just be.

My parents were paranoid, not in a way that's appropriate for a child. I remember the accusations, the slut shaming, the everything. And for what? For wearing shorts INSIDE MY OWN HOUSE? For simply talking to my male music teacher and being his favourite? For talking to my male cousins? FOR BEING CLOSE TO MY BROTHER?

I don't feel safe in my own home, I don't feel safe in my own skin. It hurts to just be.

Maybe that's why I stopped trying. I was never appreciated. Heck, I won national level awards and was never even congratulated by my own parents, they wanted more. They cared, yes. But they cared too much.

I was never ever good enough to be their child. They had issues with the way I talked, walked, slept, sat, stood, every fucking thing. It's so shitty to not be able to cry without being called a sympathy/attention seeker by your dad.

This rant was just a grain of sand in the sandbox of reasons I don't wanna live in my home.

There's ed, addictions, physical and mental health issues & abuse, sa, infidelity, sh and just borderline psych ward worthy acts in this family, but I still find myself trying to prove myself for them.

Why am I writing this? For my future self. For others who can relate to me.

But you got yourself, right? The only person you'll ever need? You got your delusional boyfriend, your anime crushes and that one celebrity you're way too obsessed with are there as your coping mechanisms.

Man, being lonely sucks ass

Like fuck, I do care about what you think, I do let it define me, I do change myself to fit into your visions.

But maybe someday, you'll find your own little paradise in a guy or a girl. They'll be your everything, your soul, your breath.

Maybe you'll find happiness. So I'd keep living. Not for myself, no. I don't have enough self esteem or respect for that. But maybe to prove them wrong? AND to someday find that someone who makes me want to be alive.

You're worth everything. You're not leaving, not yet. So big WOMP that you don't wanna live, shut it.

It was not your fault!

It was not your fault!!

It was not your fault!!!

It was not your fault!!!!

It was not your fucking fault!!!!!

[tkwrites]

Insert the most excited of squeals and embarrassing of happy dances to see the family reunion posted 🙌😍

I tried to do a little summary of my favourite bits as an usual, got a tad carried away, but you deserve all the hype so I didn't bother trying to shorten it anymore 😝😘

Oh I just LOVED it all! And it really had a bit of everything just to spoil us! Thankyou a million for continuing to share your creative talent 🫶

I loved seeing those interactions and bonding moments with his parents, like Ellen's observations and little check ins 🥹. Oh and how cute she was with all his cousins. The tide pool day was just so wholesome as all the fam was invested in it and/or seeing how in love Quinn is with her. Those small moments with Jack too, him asking about doing the same in Hawaii is actually so cute! The bit of banter we see between them throughout is so fun to see also!

Her sharing memories of her dad was such a beautiful little moment too 🥹. I appreciate how you incorporate her grief into alot of your snapshots. It's such a cruel part of life that Sarah, and yourself, has had to experience more than your share for being young 🫶🩷. It truly helps me to see it pop up throughout small daily tasks and these bigger events.

All of the older relatives observations of how good they are and how in love Quinn is, ahh just- swoon!

Quinn being as obsessed with her as we all know he is is so fun to read, poor man just wants to have his way with her aha! All the stolen little moments between them as they try to actually have eachother after such a time apart 🥹. Oh and then they finally do! 🔥🙈😍, boy it was getting hot in here 😅

I was abit scared to learn there was angst in this, like noooo, it's a happy time, don't be fighting. But it just fits so well and continues to show how mature and real your writing is. Their emotions are just so overwhelming and it's easy to take it out on those we love to avoid feeling the sadness. And leads to such a soft and just oh so perfect final sex scene for the trip.

So glad Jack finally came around and the little brother interaction as she leaves was just so cuteeee. Jack is right, this suprise is going to be epic 😝🩷

Five Days of Joy

You're too good to me, my lovely Alora!

For the sake of not taking over your feed, I've responded to everything below:

I wrote that scene with the tide pools in about 15 minutes, and it all just fell together so well. I love that we get to see Sarah really in her element there.

I LOVE the banter that's developing between Sarah and Jack as they get a little more comfortable with each other. When they're in Hawaii, they'll develop a more emotional connection, which will help to solidify their relationship even more. Jack will finally have an older sister he can go to for advice, which I think is something he's always wanted, but never knew.

I think it's important to show how grief, or any other kind of trauma, pops up again and again in our lives. It would be really nice if we only had to deal with it once, and then it was done, but unfortunately, that's not how life goes. Sometimes, someone says something and it just triggers that response, and there's nothing you can do about it but ride the wave of emotion. I think it's important to show those things normalized in fiction. It somehow gives me permission to feel and do when I see someone else feel and do. Does that make sense?

I felt kind of bad making Quinn wait so long for what he wanted. I really wanted them to have sex in the car, and for it to be rather desperate, which meant I had to find ways to stop them from being together. I kept having to find new obstacles. They originally had this really intense quicky on the drive home, but I cut it, ultimately feeling like it cheapened the story and it didn't fit with the timeline I was building. If you want to read it, let me know.

The angst was kind of weird. I said this before, but I planned for the 5th day to be really simple, and then all of a sudden, Quinn was sad and angry and picking a fight. I love that sex scene. I think it's my favorite that I've ever written.

I'm so excited to get to the surprise and for Quinn to freak out in Hawaii!

[danyayeni2]

♡✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡♡˚ How they fall in love with you

Characters: Romeo, Juliet, (G/N reader)

(REBLOGS APPRECIATED!) (Cred: @/sseuda)

Romeo Montague swore that the stars didn't look as beautiful as your eyes, as you rambled to him about poetry. "My teacher said my poem needed some work, but I don't understand! What could it need fixing? I thought I had done well!" "My love, I know you have done well! In fact, I can help you with poetry! I'll even-" "Woah, there, Romie! I don't want you to overwork yourself for me!" 𒂭 you knew that he has a tendency to overdo things when it comes to you, and considering his luck (and naivety), things were either going to be a stairway to heaven, or a highway to hell. But he didn't care! If you told him to carry the earth on his back, he wouldn't even ask twice.

𒂭 If you thought Romeo was loyal to you then, you'd be shocked at how loyal he is to you now. He'd obey anything you say, regardless of whatever his family, friends, or whatever Verona says. You weren't a rich person, like his family? Great! He'll spoil you! You're emotional and can't stand fighting! He's the same way! (twiiiiin, where have you been?) You weren't in a mafia? That's okay, he's not much of a fighter either! (Unless someone threatens you, then he'd lay his, and whoever threatened you, life on the line.) 𒂭 You didn't really know how this all happened, he just shared an English class with you, and he was so....happy? He always tuned in with the teacher, and he even helped you when you felt like an outsider in the class! He reminded you of a golden retriever, and he still does! 𒂭 His love language are words of affirmation. He's good at loving in other ways, don't get him wrong, but he's perfect at smooth talking, especially on nights where you two are goofing off. At this point, can you even tell if you two are friends, or if you're dating?

𒂭 And DON'T get me started on his family. Sampson and Gregory were always teasing him, or trying to give YOU hints. They always found it funny when Romeo would blush as you leaned into him, questioning if he had a fever. They love their little cousin, but they also love to see him suffer. 𒂭 Benvolio was actually pretty normal! He respected Romeo's crush on you, and always made you feel welcome! He'd drive you around Verona with Romeo and acted kind of like a bodyguard to both of you! He felt like an older brother to you, and he even told you about Romeo's plushie that he still sleeps with! (You found it endearing!) Of course, Romeo would be as red as a strawberry, while happily showing you his plushies!

𒂭 Mercutio was the WORST. God, he's the one gossiping ALL about Romeo to you. "Did I ever tell you about when Romeo screamed when he saw a spider-" "SHUT UP, MERCUTIO." Mercutio would go shopping with you and Romeo, and all he'd do is grin at Romeo, while Romeo would continuously avoid his gaze, and walk faster with you so Mercutio wouldn't gossip anymore about him to you.

𒂭 Romeo also "lowkey" loves the idea of marriage. He wants to spend his whole life with you, and what better way to do just that by buying you a custom ring with a bouquet of your favorite flowers, his hair slicked and styled, and a nice suit? Yep, definitely lowkey.

𒂭 Needless to say, he's head over heels for you, as if you couldn't tell, with how much he's given you.

(Cred: @/fairytopea)

Juliet Capulet giggled as she fangirled over a book with you. Her cousins were out doing something for her father, her mother was out with Nurse for something, and it was only you, her, and a few butlers and maids.

"Juli, the ending was already overdone! We've seen it in the last two other books!" "Yeah, but that's what makes it so beautiful! Even though it's been repeated, it doesn't lessen the message!" "And what would that message be, huh?" You asked her, while she laid her head on your lap. "I think it's.......it's.....", she looked into your eyes, with a smile, "Love." ₊˚⊹♡ Juliet loved spending time with you thoroughly, and THAT was saying something. She loves her family and her friends from that school her father was an alumnus in, but they all annoyed her! They're all some prissy rich kids who are mean, cruel, and feels self-entitled, but you're different than them. You were wearing a nice outfit, and Juliet quickly broke away from her family, while double checking to see if any could see her and complimented your clothes. Then, you two rambled about books. Then, aquariums. Then, seashells. And ever since then, it was history. ₊˚⊹♡ Her family started to see you more and more, and while they didn't trust you at first, they soon felt relieved that you were with her. Juliet needed someone her age to interact with instead of Nurse all of the time, and Nurse needed a break to relax. And as for Juliet, well, she felt relieved and less trapped. Someone her age, interacting with her??? Interested in the things SHE likes??? She would've never expected this!

₊˚⊹♡ She didn't really know the feeling of love, until she told Nurse, and she was quick to hide it. She knew her father had expectations to uphold, and even though she just wanted to spend her life with you, she knew that being with you was even more dangerous. If it wasn't the mafia, it was her father, or how the people in Verona would think of you being with her. Not to mention, the Montagues. If you're seen with her, they could attack you too. She hated not wanting to explicitly express herself, but she tried doing it other ways, specifically, quality time! ₊˚⊹♡ Juliet always made sure to call you, text you, and even invite you over to dinner! She always made sure you went to the Capulet parties, and that you danced with her! ₊˚⊹♡ She loves going to the library with you, and you still haven't noticed that she's buying more romance genre centered books! Well, she always had, but those were like fairytales compared to the books you'd read. This time, she wanted to recommend you some books, so you could admire her knowledge on your favorite genre! She loved hearing you ramble too! She just...well...wish she understood what you were talking about in most of them...

₊˚⊹♡ Speaking of libraries, she was close with the librarians, so they always gave her a free book on whatever your interest was! Sewing, got it. Music, tons of book on music theory. Art, the book might as well be a mini museum. ₊˚⊹♡ She didn't know exactly what made her fall in love with you, besides how nice you were, and how you'd listen to her rants about her life and her struggles, but she loved you thoroughly.

(cred: @/floriseu)

A/N: Since I've written for Tybalt and Mercutio, I've decided to branch off to other characters x reader, so why not start with our titular characters, Romeo and Juliet? Honestly, these were pretty quick, but I HAD to write for them. I've been planning on it anyways, so this was a fun little thing.

I hope you enjoyed it!

[crisalidaseason]

Nineteenth entry: You'll make enemies

Being someone’s shadow is not personal to their rivals. You’re doing your job and that’s all, but don’t think for even a minute that you won’t be a target. And if you are anything like me, someone who became good friends with their ward, then consider that your relation with their enemies shifted as well. Their enemies are bound to become yours at some point.

****

Liam was wandering through the halls way past their curfew, with slow steps and an old song humming on his lips. Upon reaching the intersection to the dorm rooms he collided with a hard body, his first instinct was to take one of his daggers and skip two steps back.

“What the fuck!” the person exclaimed.

“Bodhi?”

The man looked at him curiously, also a dagger in hand. Both of them kept the silence for a few seconds before smothering laughs.

“What are you doing out here this late in the evening?” Bodhi whispered.

Liam scoffed “I could say the same thing for you!”

Bodhi rolled his eyes, groaning “Xaden. You?”

Liam simply shrugged “Fun time”

Bodhi grimaced at the answer “Forget I asked. Come on, I’ll walk you to your room”

As if he needed a bodyguard, but considering he rarely saw Bodhi it wouldn’t hurt to use the opportunity to talk for a few minutes. Both of them resumed their steps and Liam quickly noticed Bodhi was on the verge of collapsing…again. Dark circles under his eyes and slumped shoulders.

“Were you in leadership meeting?” Liam asked “this late?”

“Hah” Bodhi exclaimed a little too loud for two cadets walking past curfew “worse! which reminds me: if my cousin asks about my whereabouts, you haven’t seen me, get it?”

It was not necessarily rare for the cousins to disagree on something, but it was still surprising considering Bodhi was really laid back and usually non-confrontational.

“Did you two…had a fight?” Liam asked.

“No, we’re good, just running away from him. Did you know he’s making Sorrengail a saddle? And using all of my free time in the process? He might run on rage and coffee but I need actual sleep”

Liam stopped on his tracks “he’s making Violet a saddle?!”

Bodhi hummed “He’s going fucking insane about it. He had me within meters of Tairn!”

After all the shit that happened in Montserrat, Liam was beginning to worry his brother had completely destroyed any advancement in his …situation? Relationship? - whatever the fuck he had - with Violet. Xaden was barely seen on the quadrant outside of his duties and that seemed to impact her training with him too, it had been days since he had stolen her from their squad and everyone noticed. To learn he was going a little insane making her a saddle was honestly a relief - and very on point for an infatuated-bordering-obsessed Xaden.

“A saddle, huh?” Liam repeated “that’s nice of him”

“Nice?” Bodhi groaned “wait until he sucks you and your precious free time into this”

Liam rolled his eyes at him. Drama must run on the Durran-Riorson bloodline “Gladly”

****

By the time Liam left his quarters Violet was already waiting for him outside, her brows slightly quirked at his disheveled state.

“Imagine my surprise when I didn’t see you planted by my door” she teased.

“Shit. Sorry” he said, rubbing his neck in shame “I overslept a little”

Her face softened slightly “Bad night?”

“Not really, just headed to bed later than usual”

Her face shifted into a smug smile, but she did not comment on whatever her wicked little head had conjured “Come on, Mairi”

He huffed, but followed her anyways, heading for the library to retrieve their cart full of returns. Their usual journey to the archives was quiet these days and, despite his initial hatred for waking up earlier than the others, Liam appreciated the rare moment of peace before the chaos of the day engulfed them - and he knew Violet felt the same. Both of them thrived in silence and contemplation, sometimes good talks and advice emerged from their early morning routine.

It was also the moment they noticed something was off with one another.

That morning, Violet’s demeanor was silent in a non-peaceful way. Fingers were tapping on the handles of her daggers, her nose scrunched up in something that seemed like annoyance, her step missing the usual steady balance. Signs of a hyperactive Violet, which meant an anxious Violet too.

“You okay?” he asked.

“Yeah” she replied.

Liam rolled his eyes “you’re such a horrible liar”

“I’m not lying” she protested “I am okay, just thinking”

“You mean overthinking” he softly nudged her with his elbow “Is it something I should be concerned with? Because last time we had a similar conversation I found out Jack Barlowe was going to challenge you”

Gods fucking knew he had no desire to experience that kind of blood pressure spikes again. One time was enough!

“You shouldn’t be concerned with me to begin with” she countered “but you and your aggravating brother seem to think otherwise”

“You’re changing the subject so I'm going to assume you don’t feel comfortable talking about it”

She pursed her lips and glanced at him for a few seconds before looking forward “War games are approaching and I don’t have a fucking signet”

Liam pulled a face, but quickly masked it. Signets were a…tough topic for her. He couldn’t lie and say he wasn’t worried about it too, Violet’s deadline to manifest a signet was approaching quickly and their entire squad was nervous about it. They tried not to mention it as to not cause more stress on their friend though Violet was incredibly good at stressing herself.

“You don’t need a signet to be useful” he said, knowing well that telling her ‘it’s gonna be okay’ or ‘you’ll manifest it soon’ would just piss her off even more.

“I won’t be useful at all when I burst into flames” she groaned “It’s so fucking pathetic to go through all this shit in the quadrant just to die like this”

Liam did not know what to tell her, he really didn’t. There were things he could not solve no matter how much he wanted it. He had considered at some point that her signet had already manifested, but was discreet enough for not even her to notice…but nothing about Violet Sorrengail was discreet. Whatever her signet was, it had to be loud and powerful just like her.

“I’m sorry” she said quietly “I know this topic is a bit annoying-”

“Don’t apologize for that” he said “It’s a valid worry, but you can’t let this distract you during war games, Vi. Your safety depends on it. Trust Tairn to overpower enemies in the air and you to defeat them with that mind of yours”

Liam softly tapped her forehead, making his last point explicit “Nothing beats your wicked and reckless ideas”

She rolled her eyes at him, but let a smile escape. Unfortunately, there was still a frown on her face for the rest of their morning routine and he knew that topic was not at all forgotten - and would not be until something happened. Liam just hoped that she manifested soon, considering the dangers of not doing so for her and Xaden. He tried his best not to let it be obvious - it was a bit dehumanizing to reduce Violet as simply his brother’s ‘liability’ - but her lack of a signet kept him up at night. Liam knew how cruel the gods could be and a part of him feared they were walking down that exact path of death. That she would just be a bright flame of hope to be extinguished too early, that Xaden would rise above that sea of demons just to succumb after breaking the surface.

“She’s in a gloomy mood” Ridoc commented, turning to Liam “what happened?”

They were heading to commons after dinner when Xaden decided to appear and steal Violet away. He watched as they both retreated to the gym, trying not to smile at the reason why his brother had been absent for days.

“Signet” Liam simply replied.

There was a collective groan from Rhiannon and Sawyer.

“Makes sense” Sawyer mumbled.

“Good thing she’s training today then, take her feelings out on the wingleader” Rhainnon complemented, turning to Liam “no offense”

He snorted “absolutely none taken”

They all headed to the common rooms, which was fuller than usual considering most cadets were hoping to do some studying after being occupied with squad battle for weeks. Liam scanned the room out of habit but soon remembered that Violet was safe with Xaden and there was nothing he should worry about.

“I’ll be right back” Liam said, dropping his bag on the table.

He headed to the nearest bathroom, which was a bit too distant from commons for reasons Liam could not really understand, and he took the opportunity to walk at a slower pace, rejoicing in the calmness of the night. The bathroom was thankfully empty when he entered, but Liam knew better than to take things for granted. There weren’t many people really willing to test him - specially not after witnessing his performance on the mat - but one could never be too cautious.

That thought was exactly what alerted him of someone approaching.

Liam turned the tap off and quickly turned around, drying his left hand on his pants and reaching for the dagger nested on the rib sheath, the dark blade glimmering as it caught the mage lights above, as if waiting to be stained by blood.

“My my, you’re always on guard” the disgusting voice rumbled through the chamber.

Jack-fucking-Barlowe.

The man was standing near the door, a nasty smirk on his equally nasty face. Liam felt the anger flooding his bloodstream, threatening to overflow him with rage any moment. Inside his sunroom, he could feel Deigh’s conscience stir with attentiveness.

“What the fuck do you want” Liam said, keeping his cool on the outside, angling his dagger in case the man charged.

Jack raised his hand in surrender, a false indignation covering his features “Can’t I take a piss like everyone else, Mairi?”

“How about you fucking right off?”

“Calm down. Your charge is not even here. No need to be so defensive” the man smiled wickedly.

“Call her a charge again” Liam challenged, giving Barlowe a wicked smile of his own “and you’ll be an eunuch”

“I find it funny how you are so defensive of someone whose mother butchered yours”

At that Liam felt power strike his system and sting his eyes in a familiar manner. One second, the room became all much clearer, the small bugs interacting with the mage lights all more pronounced.

“Feed the anger to your reason, boy” was all Deigh spoke, but Liam could feel his dragon’s presence on the back of his mind, ready.

He discreetly took a few deep breaths, clearing his mind of fury and using it to power his sight even more. Jack Barlowe wanted to unstabilize him and Liam could not allow him to realize how his mother was a sensitive topic. Nobody in that quadrant deserved to use her memory to strike him down. He would not let them.

“Violet is an honorable person. Something I doubt you could ever be”

“Oh, are you in love with little Sorrengail?” Jack feigned sadness “I think that boat sailed for you if the rumors of your wingleader fucking her are true”

Breathe in and out. In and out. Jack did not know Violet, Jack did not know Xaden, Jack did not know him. Jack fucking Barlowe did not know anything about the relationship Liam had with Violet. He surely did not know anything about his brotherhood with Xaden. Someone as despicable as that excuse of a man would never know what it meant to be surrounded by people who actually cared.

“What a rider you are, Barlowe” Liam laced his words with venom “mingling with the gossip vine? No wonder Tairn never considered you”

At that, satisfaction coursed through his system as Jack’s eyes flared in anger in such a stupid and amateur way. The man took a single step in Liam’s direction, threatening to attack.

“Oh, I touched a nerve there?” he laughed “Come on, Barlowe, I dare you try me”

He took an offensive stance, his vision capturing where Barlowe’s positioning was bound to fail, where his vulnerable points were - the complex joints Violet taught him to identify. If a brawl was to happen, Jack-fucking-Barlowe had no chance and Liam would have his sweet fucking revenge for all the shit that man put Violet through.

Unfortunately, Jack was still a fucking coward.

“You wait and see, traitor” he seethed “it’s fucking personal now. I’ll fucking kill you and then slice her head right off and feed the rest of her corpse to Baide”

“Not if I kill you first” Liam gritted his teeth “and now”

But before Liam can lunge, Balrowe is out of sight. Leaving the bathroom like the coward that he will always be.

“Do not take his threat lightly” Deigh said “there is nothing more dangerous than cowards”

Liam knew that well. All of his suffering and demise were caused by a cowardly king after all.

[bravesung]

( scarlxtleaves. ) ━━━━━━

The events of the night before were JUST as crazy as he could have thought.. especially when it came to Yusuke. But it was not the typical bachelor party he's seen in movies. Hell they didn't even have a stripper, all the boys really done was enjoy a few matches of Sumo which was followed by a night of paintball. And as promised Yusuke had gotten him back to the church, just in time (Terry can also be around because he's the best man). The young man stood at his position where they've rehearsed and from here on out it was just a wait. The music began playing and before they knew it, here came Hanamaru walking side by side with her cousin Jin. Something happened the moment he saw her, his heart was overwhelmed with sch happiness, there wasn't no threat to the city, just him, her and their friends and family. She looks so beautiful and today is the day they will be bonded in matrimony. A moment he's been waiting for for months now, and now that it's here..and her in that dress, the blond couldn't help but shed more than a few tears. She was brought before him and he held her hand with a smile before things proceeded once more.

The Priest had done his job and they've arrived at the vows. Rock had something prepared of course. A light chuckle and grin appeared on his face before he took a piece of paper from his pocket.

"Hana, you've truly made me the happiest man in the world. I know this is cliche to say but life was truly dark before I met you. I've known a lot of things before I've met you. My mother has taught me the love a child can receive from a mother, an unconditional love at that. Terry showed me that a family isn't made of the people you were born with but the people you meet and through that I learned what it was like to have the love of a father, Jin of course whilst he wasn't too accepting of me I could tell that he loves you very much and yes eventhough we might still butt heads and have disagreements here and there, I still can't help but feel that this is what it's like to have a brother and then I met you through Sachiko. You know I can't exactly go through all of this without mentioning Sachiko..she might fire me." That was at least his attempted at a joke, now before one little sniffle he continues. "Sachiko unlike many people saw an outsider and decided to take a chance on me, regardless of my academics..when an establishment digs deep enough into my past they'll see something about me that makes me a professional liability..but not Sachiko. She doesn't always show it but there's a lot of love in that woman and kindness and believe me it doesn't exactly show all that easily, but it was because of her kindness I was able to meet you. I still remembered when I locked eyes with you, you were meeting up with Sachiko at table three and I instantly lost myself in your beautiful eyes and not to mention that smile. OH the kitchen staff told me to just forget the idea because of how important you were...but day in and day out you'd come back and hang out with Sachiko..if she didn't just make us greet each other I might have been admiring you from afar even today. But I'll always be grateful to her for introducing us..for that alone there will always be a place in my heart for her, like everyone close to me she's become my family too. Hana, after getting to know you, I jst wasn't aware a person could radiate such warmth, I've never had the fear and anxiety of loving someone else before I met you. Now with you the world is so much brighter, food tastes so much sweeter, you’ve truly given me an appreciation of life, you’ve filled me with so much joy and love that I promise to give you All of that and then some. Do you understand me Hana, from today for the rest of your life the only thing you have to do is wake up in the morning and from the moment you rise I will show you how you should be cared for, how you should be loved because you are more than just my girlfriend, fiancee or wife. Hana you’re more than my soul and my heart, you’re my very essence, you make me because I’m NOTHING without you! I vow to love you with all of my heart for the rest of our lives.”

it  was  showtime.

adorned  in  your  beautiful  dress,  your  made-up  face  was  concealed  under  the  shimmering  veil.  everyone  took  their  places:  guests  in  their  seats,  the  bridesmaids  and  groomsmen  at  differing  sides  of  the  alter.  this  made  you  the  last  to  come  out.

everyone,  please  stand  for  the  bride.

the  doors  opened,  and  with  your  arm  entwined  around  your  cousin’s,  you  proceeded  to  walk  down.  you’ve  walked  various  runways,  but  this  particular  aisle  swelled  your  heart  the  most.  you  felt  eyes  on  you,  heard  the  violins  play  their  soft  melody,  and  saw  the  videographers  and  photographers  getting  the  right  angles.  this  was  what  young  girls  dreamed  of:  wedding  bells  and  happily  ever  afters.   this  was  yours,  hanamaru.  you  were  one  of  them,  now!

you  stood  in  front  of  your  fiance,  thankful  the  veil  was  hiding  your  attempts  at  holding  back  your  tears,  but  they  came  out  without  your  permission.  thankfully,  the  setting  spray  and  waterproof  makeup  was  doing  it’s  job.  no  matter  where  you  two  were,  rock  always  smiled  at  you:  that  promising,  charming,  grand  smile.  that  same  smile  that  bought  him  your  heart.  when  it  was  time  for  the  vows,  by  the  time  rock  was  finished,  you  grew  emotional,  no  longer  able  to  contain  your  tears.  you  could  hear  the  various  ‘aww’  throughout  the  audience.  rock  remembered  from  the  first  time  you’ve  met,  that  very  second,  the  first  time  the  both  of  you  exchanged  glances.  everything  from  beginning  to  end  strengthened  and  weakened  you  at  the  same  time.  oh,  how  your  heart  felt  so  full,  your  eyes  alit  with  affection.  you  never  thought  you  could  love  rock  any  more  than  you  already  did,  but  your  loving  him  was  limitless.

❛  rocky  .  .  .  ❜   your  words  trail  as  you  attempt  to  gather  yourself.  his  vows  still  resonated,  but  it  also  gave  you  the  courage  to  speak  your  deepest  emotions  to  your  friends,  family,  and  most  important,  your  soulmate.   ❛  please  allow  me  the  chance  to  speak  from  the  heart.  I  .  .  .  I  wanted  to  write  this  out  .  .  .  b-but  .  .  .  I  spent  my  younger  years  doing  that  because  I  was  afraid  to  speak.  up  until  I  was  eighteen  years  old,  I  didn’t  have  my  voice,  I  was  nothing  like  how  I  am  now:  my  mother  and  father  guided  me,  my  cousin  and  best  friend  gave  me  courage  .  .  .  and  you,  rocky,  you  gave  me  strength,  you  unlocked  a  sense  of  love  I  never  knew  I  harboured,  you  gave  me  access  to  a  world  I  never  knew  I  could  dance  in  .  .  .  I  became  one  of  those  lucky  ones, I wanted to always be good enough for you.  I  found  my  soul  in  you,  I  found  true  love.  you  never  make  me  feel  alone,  I  never  had  to  question  your  loyalty  to  me.  you  bear  a  love  so  strong  and  pure,  and  not  once  would  I  ever  stray  away  because  of  who  you  had  the  misfortune  of  being  related  to.  rocky,  you  bear  no  evil  in  your  soul,  you  are  one  of  the  sweetest,  gentle,  protective,  amazing  being  that  I  have  the  pleasure  and  privilege  to  have  as  my  husband.  I  vow  to  love  you  with  every  fiber  of  my  being,  to  protect  you  as  you  do  with  me,  to  treat  you  like  the  king  you  are,  to  be  yours  and  only  yours.  thank  you  .  .  .  thank  you  for  coming  into  my  life,  thank  you  for  being  mine,  thank  you  for  existing.  ❜

[liquidstar]

Hey there! Saw your post about your mom fainting at the sight of blood and I have that too! It's called vasovagal syncope. Totally involuntary! I say this bc people teased me about 'ooooh you're afraid of blood you're so squeamish' no it's a medical condition with a cool name actually. give your mom a high five of solidarity from me btw.

Oh I just saw your ask! Sorry I'm replying late they get buried sometimes!

I saw some other people in the notes tell me the name of it too! I didn't know it had a name so I called my mom and told her and she also thought it was really cool to have a name for it. We always assumed it was because our family has Thalassemia trait (Also called Thalassemia beta- it's not the serious kind but causes some more minor issues lol). It could still be related, who knows. Me and my brothers also get dizzy if we see our own blood, but we've never fainted like our mom has.

A while back me and one of them went to the doctor together (where, in waiting room conversation, I asked if he knows what pregaming is and he said "I pregamed this doctors appointment." it's never left my mind). Anyway the doctor drew blood from both of us but he made the mistake of Looking At It while I didn't, and he got super lightheaded the whole way back

I've had the same thing happen which is why I know not to look lol. Idk if what we have would be classified as the same condition though. It's mostly my own blood that makes me dizzy so general gore doesn't bug me too much. Though I remember one time when we were little my Other brother cut his hand really bad while playing with knives in the woods (A game our grandma let us and our cousins play, called Knives In The Woods) and when I went back to our grandma's house and saw the drops little pools of blood in the hallway and really almost fainted. Maybe bc I thought he cut his whole hand off 💀

ANYWAY yeah sorry I'm talkative bc I just took my vyvanse thank you for your ask I appreciate it and so does my mom 👍

[witla]

2023 Year Review

Hello!

So first of all I wanted to make this on audio like I did on 2020, but honestly I don’t think I have time and room to record my voice lol.

Second holy shit the last time I did this was in 2020 itself, why I didn’t make this on 2021 or 2022? Idk maybe I didn’t want to talk about it, but I’m going to have a brief mention of things about them here.

So 2023…

It was a very zig zag year for me to be sure

First, I’m quite disappointed on myself because I didn’t make much art like I did before, if you see my archive on tumblr, you can see the gaps between months and the amount of drawings I did (not a lot), I wish I could have made more art, but when you get on a job, your brain gets fried and artblock its inevitable.

Speaking of my job…oh boy, at first I was excited to finally got settled in a job to make my own money and such (I entered last year on August), but the more time I’ve been, the more unwelcomed I felt, let’s just say that I haven’t click much with my coworkers like I did before, my bosses are not there at all, and I just feel like a ghost, not appreciated, but I don’t want to quit yet because I don’t think I can find a job that quickly after quitting one, I want to have more experience and such. I just hope we can have a better environment again like before.

In terms of health, God, it’s been my more painful year yet, sickness after sickness after sickness, at least I went to the hospital once for brief hours, its better because the period of 2020-2022, I’ve been on the hospital like five times a year for days. And let’s not talk about how my moods swings went and so on, my mental health was on the verge of breaking, so much that I was ready to say goodbye to the world like the fifteen time…

But I didn’t

Why?

Because despite all this toxicity and this negativity in my personal life, some things are worth to live for.

It’s worth to hear your dad say “I love you” and cook you the food you love, to say that he will help you no matter what, and appreciate you and say how smart and beautiful you are.

It’s worth to hear your brother say he worries about you, and wants you to be okay, to send you memes, images and videos to laugh with the most surreal humor we gen z have.

It’s worth to hear your sister tell you about her hyper fixations, to hear her silly but funny ideas and contribute alongside her, to see her draw with acuarelas, and show you the weird but funny videos she laughs about.

It’s worth to have your grandma let gift you things you don’t really need, but it’s still appreciated and hugs you and kisses you, when she loves you despite your low self-stem.

It’s worth to hear your uncles and aunts to say how are you beautiful you are, how they love the way you laugh, the way you smile, they say keep that cute smile of yours always.

It’s worth to see your cousins, talk to them, hug them, and play alongside them UNO cards and videogames, especially when they also have the same interest as yourself and understands you when no one else does.

Its worth to see your dogs, pet them, see how they wave their tail at you, how they get happy when they see you coming back home after work,

Even if we bicker and a lot for the most minimum things, we love each other, typical Mexican family lol, but yeah my family has been a big support in this year.

Also I’m proud of myself, I had the guts to join a dance group, specifically an Ori Tahiti group, I learned to dance something that I wasn’t familiar with, not only that, I learned more about Polynesian culture and language, and it that group I made some friends, my teacher is a very open minded and lovely person, after my exam, she wrote on a paper of how if I have more confidence in myself I might be also present as a solo dancer (WOW).

Learning to dance definitely improved my physical and mental health (a little bit yeah because I have my downs) like I lost a significant amount of weight thanks to it, and seeing the others dance and talk with them and dance alongside them, it’s also worth to live for, they definitely boost my confidence.

And even if it’s a bit cheesy, some media I watched and played, it was worth it, it helped me in the bad times, it helped me to have fun, to feel fun again, to enjoy my life, thank you!!!.

So yeah, even if my year had ups and downs, I’m ready for next year

I hope things get better with me, but no only me, to everyone, I hope it becomes a better year around the world, please be a better year for those who need it!

If you read this, well thank you for having the time to read it!

To my followers, thanks for sticking with me, even if I have a small following, I appreciate you a lot and I love you!!!!!!!!

Good news is that I finally made more pieces of art, although it’s my usual personal weird, surreal, abstract pieces of art based on my struggles, good things, just surreal shit and songs I listen too, also made new OCS so… I’m hoping to upload them soon on January!

Happy New Year!

See you soon on 2024!!!

An Witlacosh

[loorain]

Sims 4 Fontenot Legacy - Playdate

As promised, Sigrid gets the girls (and Juno!) ready for a day of fun in the sun! She meets Coty and Milo at the rec center, the kids immediately head to the play area while the two parents get a moment to greet each other.

Sigrid: Always good to see you, Coty!

Coty: Same here! How's married life treatin' ya?

Sigrid: Well it's only been about 24 hours, but so far so good! Of course, our wedding night consisted of bedtime stories and late-night potty trips, but I wouldn't have it any other way.

Coty: I can only imagine. Milo was a cranky mess after a full day of partying. He had fun though. We both did.

Sigrid: We're so glad you were able to make it last minute. Having more parent friends is always nice!

Coty: Yeah. Well, I'm glad Milo has some friends to grow up with. I'm surprised you came alone with all three kids, though. Just getting Milo to put his shoes on the right feet is a struggle.

Sigrid: Well Robin and Sabrina helped with that part. Sabrina had to go into the restaurant today, and Robin needed to run a few errands. He'll come a little later though.

Coty: Ah, so I'll get to see the Grinning Groom after all. Awesome.

Coty: They really are a good bunch.

Sigrid: That they are.

Coty: It's just a shame we live so far away... Milo being an only child and all, I worry about him. He doesn't have cousins or siblings to play with. I'm especially worried when he ages into a kid. Will he feel lonely?

Sigrid: Being a single parent must be hard. I'm lucky I have the help I do, but I also had to grow up fast. I lost both of my parents young. Then it was just me and my sisters and brother.

Coty: That must have been very hard. How did you and your siblings manage?

Sigrid: Honestly, I don't know. I think my mind blanked out a lot of that stuff. I wasn't the oldest, so I was able to do that a little more easily. But we definitely went through our hardships. We lost Virginia, and Yolanda took over caring for three of her four kids, and my brother Harley went off on his own the moment he could... we don't hear from him much. It's complicated. There's love there. Just looks a little different. But I wanted different for my kids. That's why I make so much effort for them to spend time together with all their cousins, and Milo too.

Coty: I admire that. You're a strong woman, Sigrid. I just want to be strong for Milo.

Sigrid: You already are. I see it. Milo sees it too. He'll appreciate it when he's older.

Coty: Thanks. Guess I needed to hear that.

Sigrid: Parenting is hard, no matter how many kids and how many hands are on deck! Give yourself some grace.

Coty: You're right, you're right. Just... it is hard. All alone.

Sigrid: ...Well, could you ever get in touch with Milo's mom? Is there any hope of that?

Coty: No. None.

Sigrid: And your parents?

Coty: Dad's already passed. My mom is definitely supportive, but she can only do so much from where she is. I moved to Sulani to try and understand myself more and give Milo a change of environment. Just thought the islands would be a good place for him to grow into himself. My mom always said my dad would return to the waters, something about them being "healing".

Sigrid: Well no matter what, you've always got the Lay bunch to keep you company! And Juno, too. And the good thing about Rabbithole Elementary is that all are welcome!

Coty: That's true, I suppose.

Sigrid: You and Milo will never truly be alone. We'll look out for each other. I'll always help in any way I can, and I know Robin will second that, too. But for now, why don't we just start with school plans? I've got some pictures of the facilities, state-of-the-art!

Sigrid continues her chat with Coty while the kids play together. Little Audrey, being the absolute sweetheart she is, is so ecstatic to see her bestie Milo. These two are two little peas in a pod.

Alma and Juno have a great time as well! It's evident to both adults that the four little tykes will be friends for life, and they'll obviously have to meet up again. Luckily for everyone involved, the wedding season is quickly changing into birthday season, so everyone will be back together very soon.

Eventually, as Sigrid promised, another familiar face shows up at the rec center after his errands are complete. Robin, having had to run around all morning, is still energized and excited to see his girls, Juno, and Coty and Milo.

Robin: Ah, there you all are! Looks like everyone's having fun out here!

Sigrid: Hi, honey!

Robin: I don't think we've properly introduced ourselves. Hi, I'm Robin.

Coty: Coty, so great to finally meet you officially. Great to have you join the fun.

Robin: It definitely looks like a lot of fun is being had!

Sigrid: Audrey and Milo have been attached at the hip for most of the day.

Robin: Oh, is that so? Shouldn't be surprised with those two. Audrey never stops talking about him. Has she been sharing him with Alma and Juno?

Sigrid: Oh yes, they've all been chasing each other around all day.

Coty: Milo asks about his friends too. Won't shut up about them. Good to know the feelings are mutual.

Sigrid: Well Alma's more of a girl of few words, but she shows her care in her own way.

Robin: They're twins, but very different. They'll keep you on your toes. Anyway, thanks for keeping my wife company with all the kiddos while I was gone.

Robin turns to Sigrid, greeting her properly.

Robin: I hope the kids haven't been too much to juggle today.

Sigrid: Oh they're fine, having fun chasing each other and splashing around. We've had a very relaxed day overall.

With Sigrid and Robin getting lost in their own world for a moment, it seems Coty has quickly become the third wheel. He is less than amused but manages to fix his expression before either can notice it.

But at any rate, the playdate continues on without a hitch! The kids have a great time and the adults plan out when they'll see each other again, which will be very soon since the twins will be aging up in a matter of days! A new phase of life is set to begin!

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The Fontenot Legacy is back! After a much-needed break, your favorite group of sims is finally returning! Expect more updates coming soon!