#she's already upsetti

[ettadunham]

sometimes i remember the hunger games and how nobody actually paid attention to what was in those books

[revvethasmythh]

wait sorry I JUST noticed that the zaith'isk did permanent damage to lae'zel's int and wis scores

[leslieseveride]

i can't wait for tim to meet lucy's mom.

[boyslit]

why would they erase millie. why would they just straight up nuke best girl mildred thompson. where is my tall ball of sunshine built like a tank “take it easy BUT take it!” airhead sweetheart wife. what have you done with her trigun stampede 🔫

[skipper1331]

Cooking attempt // Alessia Russo

a/n: live, laugh, love Lessi Russo

Ingredients were spread out on the kitchen counter as Alessia stood in the kitchen with her apron on.

The apron was a gift from you to the Italian, the reason you bought it in the centre "Less Upsetti more Spaghetti". Of course, she loved it. Since the day you gave it to her there hadn't been a day where she hadn‘t worn it whilst cooking.

She went through the pages of the cookbook, pausing at each page where it said "yummy!!" or "awesome when you cook it", comments written by you.

In her daydreams she traced over the written letters as she thought about whether she should cook pasta or lasagna. "I would prefer pasta" you whispered in her ear while your arms looped around her waist. A loud shriek left her throat, "Don‘t scare me like that!", the italian out of breath. Giggling, you pressed a kiss to her cheek. "Sorry"

"My little troublemaker, aren‘t you?" she brushed her nose against yours, smiling as she chased after your lips.

You jumped on the counter (where no ingredients were) taking a seat as the blonde started to cook. You loved to watch her cook. She’s really clumsy but when she’s in the kitchen she turned in to a master. She would cook like her nonna taught her.

"Stop staring at me," the striker whined "I need to concentrate." blushing under your gaze, the tip of her ears already red. "I‘m not staring, I‘m admiring"

"Admire something else"

"Okay" you answered, jumping off the kitchen counter "I‘ll just go to the park and admire someone else then."

You knew how to wind up the italian because within seconds you‘re sat down on the counter again. "No" her hands were firmly resting on your thighs "you can admire me as long as you want."

Your eyes automatically closed when you felt her mouth on yours, her lips ever so softly as she tested the waters if she could go further. Her arms were at their usual spot around your waist as yours found their way around her neck. You parted your lips, allowing her to go further which she instantly did. The blonde slid her tongue in your mouth while her hands roamed along your body, pulling you off the counter as it got more heated between the two of you. Finally satisfied with her hand placement she rested them on your bum. Your body pressed up against Alessia in need, hips grinding at each other. Quickly, the striker found her way to your neck. The moans that left your mouth only encouraging her as she kissed along your neck, leaving marks all over your throat. "Alessia" - music to her ears.

Normally, Less didn‘t like it when you called her that but If it was moaning, whimpering or out of breath it made her go feral. She couldn‘t get enough of it, of you.

"Let me eat my dessert first and I’ll cook you anything"

With an ease she picked you up, your legs going around her waist as she carried you to your shared bedroom.

You didn‘t leave the bed for the next couple of hours.

It was the next day when Lessi woke up, your naked figure laying on her bare chest while her hand played with your hair. Even sleeping you were the prettiest girl. Your neck was littered in hickies as where other parts of your body which were covered by the duvet. She was proud of herself.

Slowly and quietly, your girlfriend snuck out of the room to make you breakfast. She was quick to make you some pancakes, hoping you were still asleep.

A few minutes later, the blonde re-entered your bedroom with a tray in her hands as she walked to your side of the bed. "Amore" pressing kisses over your face the blonde tried to wake you up. You grumbled and turned away. "I made you pancakes" she tried again, this time with more success.

As you were sitting up the blonde placed the tray of food on the bed before she sat down herself, her eyes on your cleavage. The duvet only covering your legs while your chest was on full display. She swallowed hard, trying to ease her mind and not think about the images from last night - with no success. "Did you hear me?" you asked, waving your hand in front of the strikers face "Huh??"

"Help me with the pancakes?"

You knew where her mind was, of course you knew, you could read her like a book. She answered with a stuttery "Ye-yeah" before she took a bite.

"I‘ll cook pasta for you today, amore, is that okay?"

As reponds you nodded, puckering your lips so that she could give you a kiss.

"I love you"

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[call-me-double-trouble]

Double Trouble giving Catra the daily report on the Rebellion

Double Trouble: Hey, Kitten, I've got some bad news bears 😔 Catra: What is it Double Trouble: It's going to make you very upsetty-spaghetti. Catra: Spit it out already! Double Trouble: I'm offering my sympies for you after you hear this. Catra: STOP TALKING LIKE THAT AND JUST TELL ME. Double Trouble, grinning: Adora only mentioned your name two times today instead of the usual six. Looks like she's moving on. Catra: THAT was what you wanted to tell me?! What about their plans or location, you scaly, green dumbass! Double Trouble: 😊 Oh, nothing on that! Ciao! *hangs up*

[liquidorcard]

Hey fam we're gunna inact in some sinful behavior again and get real for a sec here on the shitposting blog so TW: Discussion of substance abuse, mental health issues, SA, etc.

You may have noticed I took a bit of a break from posting for a bit. It wasn't entirely due to Lily's "junkie" rant here, but it was partially responsible.

A lot about Lily high key cheeses my biscuits, I've made that pretty clear. Lily and I have a . . . Strange amount in common in some regards. I'm a trans person myself, I come from a similar, shall we say, "dysfunctional home environment" Lily does. We're even both Canadian, close enough in age I grew up with a lot of the exact same regional-specific media she did. We've had some other life experiences in common.

With that said, Lily's almost like the evil funhouse mirror version of my life. I was sexually assaulted for the first time at basically the exact same age Courtney was. Lily reminds me very much of my first partner, who physically, emotionally and sexually abused me. Unlike Lily, I am from an actual multi-racial family and have had the somewhat unique experiences and gotten the somewhat unique perspective of being a white person partially influenced and organically adopted into more predominantly POC culture. I've had to come to terms with my own white privilege and the ways Western colonialism has influenced me on a level far more personal than it would be for someone from a more monoracial and monocultural family than mine. While also coming to terms with and accepting the ways my family has been judged and discriminated against for being so blended.

There's also just the fact that Lily seems to (I wonder if, on some level, intentionally) act like the alt-right caricature of a progressive leftist in the most performative way imaginable, while also clearly not actually being left-wing at all. My pet theory is that the only thing stopping Lily from going full Blaire White MAGA butt monkey is that her pride can't take it. Being treated like a useful idiot for the right to "prove" they're not bigots while treating her with open hostility in every other regard. So she's as "leftist" as she needs to be to get the 12 year olds she's trying to court on her side because they don't know any better. While being profoundly anti-labor, pro-capitalist. Even though the only reason why the alt-right hyper focus on identity politic bullshit like that is becayse it's a wedge issue that allows them to skirt around talking about actual policy.

There's also just the fact that someone can be so, confidently, shit-eating levels of wrong and stupid about the most asinine things. I actually work professionally in the fields Lily has decided her opinions are worth vomiting out into the ether. Fields people in general are way too comfortable speaking with authority on shit they know absolutely nothing about-- but Lily is for sure a special case.

Point is: I'm very used to Lily making me go into turbo big upsetti spaghetti mode. I've been aware of her for YEARS. I'm over it . . . Until I'm not.

I've alluded to it a few times already: I'm a recovered drug user, though I've struggled with general substance abuse and impulse control issues for longer. Particularly because of untreated mental health issues like C-PTSD, a dissociative disorder, gender dysphoria and ADHD. Particularly because of untreated physical health issues that just a few years ago almost killed me. Issues that caused me significant pain, mental distress, and slowly worsening disability since I was 11 years old. Went totally untreated until they came close to taking my life. It's no coincidence that I started stealing my parent's booze when I was around 12 or 13 years old.

The worst, ugliest, most humiliating aspects of yourself? Addiction will put them front and center. It will cause you to do things, act in ways, find out things about yourself you're never going to be able to unknow. You have to live with for the rest of your life.

You're aware of it-- the whole time. What a fucking creature you've become. How you are hurting the people closest to you. It's not fun. The whole time, you want to stop. But you can't. You don't know why you just can't control yourself, what you're supposed to do. You're afraid of asking for help out of fear of judgement or punishment. Drugs are mostly decriminalized in Canada and still, if someone just took access away from my poison of choice and sent me on my way with no further help--- I would have just walked into traffic.

The worst of my issues happened due to some absolutely insane levels of medical irresponsibility that I won't fully get into because they're too long to explain. But I will tell you that, already aware I had substance abuse issues, I *explicitly warned* the doctor who prescribed me the medication that I didn't feel I could be responsible to be put on anything addictive. She assured me it was not. Spoiler altert: it was addictive. A lot of addicts descent into rock bottom beginning with something they were prescribed.

Drug companies will put in these "anti-abuse" measures into otherwise addictive substances that it takes half a brain cell to circumvent. Just take my word for it.

I overdosed at least once, maybe twice on the drug I was originally prescribed. Alone. By some insane luck I survived both times without getting further medical treatment. But as I built up a tolerance what I was originally prescribed wasn't the *only thing* I ended up abusing in that period of my life. I was going to die if I didn't do something soon, and I knew it.

I was lucky. My sister drove two cities over after a night shift to my rescue and quite literally set me on the road to saving my life. My doctor was compassionate enough to allow me to get off of what I was originally addicted to at my own pace, and correctly identified I needed a medication overhaul to do so. My older brother made sure I wasn't dying of dehydration or starvation during my detox period and made sure to do the daily tasks I didn't have the mental capacity to do at that time aswell. Without them I wouldn't be here today.

NOT EVERY DRUG USER IS AS FORTUNATE AS ME, HOWEVER. And even then, recovery is not a straight line, or as simple as having certain substances kept away. It's a demon you'll be fighting the rest of your life, in many instances. Mine included. Part of getting off the harmful substances I was was getting a prescription to Adderall, as I was partially self-medicating for. Something my doctor still monitors me with to ensure I'm not falling back into bad habits with. Something Lily is CURRENTLY bitching about not being able to get a prescription for-- I wonder why, Lily.

I have now gone through THREE surgeries without painkillers. And in one particularly awful incident, was treated rather cruelly by the medical staff over refusing to take them. To quote, of all things, fucking Crooked Kingdom by Leigh Bardugo, "if you live with pain long enough, you learn to enjoy the taste." But nothing is like the nightmare of chemical dependence. Pain is immaterial to that kind of hell.

I know Lily is saying this bullshit just to vaguepost about Courtney, but I don't care. Fuck her. Fuck her for daring to judge me, and those like me. That she was that comfortable being this vile about the matter publically should give you a good indication as to how comfortable even other people are to talking down to addicts.

She wouldn't have survived the shit I went through. I dare her to try. She's way too much of a little piss baby to crawl her way out of that kind of suffering.

I know this is a meme page, but I refuse to be ashamed of talking about it. If anyone would like some more information about my experience or has questions as to why Lily's opinion on the matter is dogshit and vile, feel free to dm me or send me an ask. I'll make it clear why Lily is fucking scum for having the balls to say this publically. I'll make her regret it.

[frnkiebby]

About Frnkiebby!

(homemade frimage by @yourteethonmythroat )

Name: Lex/Lexifer or I mean, Frnkiebby works too.

Age: 30 y/o

Pronouns: They/He

Time Zone: EST/UTC-5

Main Blog: @lactosegremlin (i follow and like from there)

MCR Discord 18+ WWWY’24 drive link

according to that one upsetti spaghetti anon: a parasocial freak who isn’t funny

Ever Evolving Tumblr Playlist:

3 Faves:

-Cucumber sandwiches

-Music???

-My dumbfuck of a cat Bernie 'Beast-Mode Cowboy' Sanders

3 NOT Faves:

-Asshole people (seriously, get fucked)

-Pickles and olives

-Weather over 75f/24c

(fucking cool ass perfect fuckin thing from @abrandnewshadow !!!)

Blurb About Me:

So, if you're here and reading this then you already know that I'm an irredeemable whore for one certain Frank Anthony Iero Jr. and I'm not sorry about it. Ofc other MCR/non related content will be posted from time to time. I play bass guitar and alto sax. I love painting and drawing and am absolutely the kind of idiot that drinks my paint water every single time without fail. I also love writing. I'm the resident office reclusive punk who uses the printer WAY too much. I have a feeling that I'm the main paper consumer there (I'm sorry, fight me, by law I have to keep both electronic and paper files. It's fucking annoying). My life motto is "Arson is the answer" and I'm pretty sure none of my friends would be surprised for a millisecond if they had to bail me out. According to them I'm a menace. I'm not gonna contest it. Also, I'm an absolute attention whore, so please for the love of god you will make my fucking day if you send me asks/anons/dms. I love you all, mutuals or not, and you're never getting rid of me now. So buckle up fuckers and lets get wrecked.

(Also bc she’s fun, go check out Koneko on twitch and my bestie does writing/story commissions she’s also on ao3)

[bardic-inspo]

WIP Thursday

Thank you so much for the recent WIP tags @starryjuicebox, @littlejuicebox, @elinorbard, and @locallegume. Seriously really touched you thought of me! 🥹💜💜

Toying with my ongoing Modify Memory WIP where Vampire Bride Tav has her memories re-set to pre-tadpole by a spell. Ascended Astarion is Upsetti Spaghetti about his spouse not remembering their relationship, and turns to old comrades for help. (Edit: working title for the fic is Memory Games).

“Don’t say it,” Astarion growls, fingernails dragging curls of wood from the table’s fine finish. Shadowheart sneers, impervious. “Loss is a gift.” Astarion’s hands fist in front of him. “How dare--” “Think, Astarion,” Shadowheart spits, exasperated. “Think of all you can leave behind. Think of how [Tav] came into her own power, her own abilities. All the hell she was dragged through to get here. You can rewrite all of it.” Astarion works the notion between his teeth clenched tight. Shadowheart laughs darkly. “Surely you can be suave enough to make her swoon for you a second time. You can still have her. Your little vampire wedding made sure of that, anyway. And she can have her power without all of the pain it took to get it. So, stop hurting yourself by trying to turn back time and take the damn gift.”

Tagging @dismalzelenka, @thedreamlessnights, and @bakuliwrites if you're working on something you wanna share/haven't shared already. No worries if you'd rather not!

If you want me to tag you to participate in future WIP writing tag games, you can give this post over here a like.

[annabelle-creart]

11 + BumbleBlades + Humanformers: Kingdom of Light

Fuck, Bee didn't close the courtains, Bailey thought with the sun on her eyes, the last thing she wanted was to wake up after such night (that unfortunately include liquor) "Bee" Bailey called, her voice was heavier than usual "you didn't close the courtains"

"Hm" Bee replied with a tired and soft thread of air "just close it" he said

"You, close it, you didn't do when you got into bed" Bailey wanted to put the sheet on her eyes but it was too hot for it, fucking summer, Hector and Boulder couldn't find a worst date to marry, and now they had to prepare again because the formal fairy ceremony were celebrated on midnights, things that Bailey would never understand about fae

"Let's bet then," Bee was still sleepy, managing to talk, gosh, he was so sleepy that forgot to activate her voice-rune and sounded like a teenage girlie "am I thinking on scissors or rock"

"Rock"

"Duck you" Bee sighed, punching the bed, he tried to get in feet but the idiot accepted a lot of liquer bets last night, as first prince and as knight, his pride was too high to not to pay his part of bet "done" Bee closed the courtains, and instead of surrounding the bed, he collapsed above Bailey, who get him off inmediatly

"It's too damn hot, get out"

"I deserve it"

"No, you don't" Bailey pressed her head against the pillow, Bee did the same at her side, now that he couldn't even touch her or she would kick him off the bed

Both fell asleep inmediatly, but after a few time, that was actually some hours, the people started moving outside their room on the palace

Due to a bet Bailey made with Hector, she recieved the best guest's room of the palace, which means to have the best view to the garden, what Bailey didn't knew when Hector gave her that room was that he actually gave her the worst room, where the sun striked first and all the noise of the garden was hearable, right now, a tiny but great laugh and the servant's passing and chatting was the symphony of the moment. Good one, Hector, you're the king of jokes, idiot

For a moment Bailey thought she would handle the noise, until some knocks on the door finally wake up the prince and the duke

"Sir, Duke" a voice on the door called both "I have a delivery for you in name of His Majesty"

"Let it on the door!" Bee ordered from the bed "we'll get it later" no voice recall again, maybe the servant already go away "rock or scissors"

"Scissors"

"Fuck" Bee again got off the bed, not as silly as before but he looked like he had the world on his shoulders, he opened the door (as hidden as possible because due to the heat, he was half-naked) and took the last tray on the tray cart, bringing it to bed "there's a note on the plate" Bee tooked a little piece of paper from the grapes "use this cups to toast in my name for you to be the next royal wedding" Bee read the note

"Are you interest in a putsch?" Bailey joked, raising her head to reach the grapes

"Wow, easy on it, Birdie"

"Teach him to not be a jerk and then we will talk" Bee laughed at Bailey's stupid proposition, specially because all her curly hair was on her eyes "what's on the cup?"

"I don't know" Bee smelled the cup "I think it's one of those recipes to help with bad nights, that and a jar of water" he carried a grape and a piece of cheese of the plate

"Hm, he's definitely not human, no matter how much everyone says otherwise"

"Why do you say that?"

"He resisted last night enough to send us this, and he's orphan, we don't know who were his parents or granparents, maybe someone was a fae or an elf and we don't know"

"Or even part pixie?" It was obvious Bee joked, but that didn't stopped Blades from sending him a killing look

"Iu! Puack!" Bailey imitated some throw ups "those things are as tiny as squirrels! How is that supposed to happen in first place!" Bee at the reply, let out a lot of big laughs as loud as a war cries, Bailey used the distraction to get as much grapes and cheese as possible, of course, upsetting Bee, who got in attack as fast as the good knight he is to recover them

On the game, Bailey brought some grapes to her mouth, making impossible for Bee to get them on less hard ways, so, he took Bailey's wrists and nailed them to the bed, getting closer to her lips, so, by playing with Bailey's chin a little, she would finally open her mouth, letting Bee got some grapes by stealing kisses and sharing caresses on their chests

Both were on that play for some time, before the clock released their song, making crearly it was 12, my, that explains why Hector sended them the tray, whatever, they didn't payed attention to it when the song ceased and continued on their normal small talk and stealing kisses from time to time

Until the clock reached 3 and they needed to prove they were alive, they played their silly game as if they were teens, also remembering when they were teens and just met, how funny times, and how funny time they're hsving now

[bisquicklite]

Lyna!

Thank you for the ask! :3 I may have gotten carried away. I have no regrets. Please enjoy Osha having a big plate of upsetty spaghetti!

The first time Lyna had met the Warrior of Darkness, she first thought the woman was a vagabond. The green-eyed mystel looked half mad. Her dark hair looked like it was hastily chopped short. Her white robes stained with mud and soot and blood, as if she had been through trial after trial with no time for rest. The dark circles under her eyes only made her wild gaze more intense.

She claimed to be from Eorzea. Another of the Exarch's guests then, Lyna thought, thankful that the woman wasn't naked as some others had been upon their arrival.

While her robes and staff marked her as a healer, the look in her eye made her look more like a wild animal about to go on a rampage. That she was just waiting for a reason or opportunity to unleash a well of frustration and anger.

The Crystal exarch had just made his appearance, right on time to greet his newest guest after the sin eater had been felled. No doubt he was intent on giving her the grad tour of the Crystarium. He didn't seem to notice the woman's air of impending violence that radiated from her. Or, if he did, he pretended not to.

A potentially foolish mistake, Lyna thought. She kept her eyes on Osha, the given name of the mystel.

"So, you're the arsehole, then?" The woman said, cutting off the Exarch as he had been attempting his greeting. It sounded more like an accusation than a question.

"Pardon?" Was all the Exarch had time to reply before Osha began on a suddenly animated, if odd, tangent.

"I'll be honest with you, mostly because I don't like lying. But I also don't really have the energy to even try. See, I haven't slept in, hmm, about a week, I think? Well, haha, except for a few hours after passing out on the battlefield when someone decided to have a cheeky little scream inside my skull." As she spoke, she was smiling in a way that was anything but friendly, showing off her sharp canines.

She had stabbed her staff into the ground, a strange weapon that looked like it was made of stone. Not necessarily abandoning the staff, but setting it aside for the moment. Then she was roughly pulling the robes off of her form, tossing it to the side with far less care. The gloves went next, leaving the woman in simple shorts and camise.

"All that's to say, if the next words out of your mouth aren't the whereabouts of my friends, my colleagues, my twins, and the man I love," the green eyed mystel took beat to loudly crack her knuckles before continuing, "I'm going to punch you in your stupid fucking face, arsehole."

"Excuse you?" Lyna bristled at the verbal assault on the man she considered her own grandfather. Her hands reached for her chakrams without a thought, her feet already moving to step between the Exarch and Osha.

The only thing stopping her from leaping to action and arresting this disgruntled vagabond woman was the slightest gesture from the Exarch. It was a quick and calm gesture, one that conveyed a certain sense that the situation was well in hand. That he was confident he could handle this without further escalation. And that he was unbothered by such threats.

Lyna frowned with disapproval, and with no small reluctance held her ground as the Exarch repeated the gesture. She stepped back, but kept her eyes trained on Osha. Her muscles held taut and ready to leap into action.

"My friend," He responded, calm and cool as a stark contrast to the woman clearly burning with rage, "If you accompany me, I am sure I can ease all of your concerns."

Osha's response was immediate and harsh, "Nope, wrong bloody answer!"

There wasn't enough time for Lyna to register what was happening.

The woman was so damned fast, launching herself forward with a battle cry on her lips and not a moment's hesitation. The air around her was alight with aether.

The Exarch shouted not a moment later, authority clear in his voice, the commanding incantation halting the attacker in her tracks.

The woman's body wrapped in magical chains that stopped her in her tracks. This didn't stop her from clearly struggling. Her ears pinned back against her skull, and her tail twitching with spasms as it wasn't allowed to move further. The bindings didn't stop her from screaming further threats, either, her voice laced through with a growl.

The Crystal Exarch had to raise his voice in volume, but maintained a calm tone as he spoke, "Now, Osha, I understand that you are upset."

"Fuck you!"

"And for my part, I would like to offer my most sincere apologies for the distress I have caused you, and your loved ones."

"I! Will put you! In the Twelves-damned! Ground!" Osha screamed over the Exarch's attempt to calm her, all the while struggling with redoubled vigor against her magical bindings.

To his credit, Lyna thought, the Exarch seemed utterly unperturbed by such a display. "If I believed that, I should not be inclined to release y-"

The magical bindings gave a loud crack.

Osha's right arm had managed to forcibly gain wiggle room against the enchantment. Just enough to allow her to throw a fist, still wrapped in destructive aether, at the offending binding. The force of the strike caused the enchantment to shatter.

"Shit!" Lyna had just enough time to scruff the Exarch's robes and pull him out of the way.

Which wasn't necessary as the force rushing at them was suddenly tackled by a blur of black and silver. The pair tumbled back some fulms until the black armored form settled on top of Osha, and Lyna realized she knew the figure who had just come to their timely rescue.

"My darling!" Haurchefant Greystone, another of the Crystal Exarch's special guests who arrived some two years prior. His voice was filled with clear joy and affection for the mad woman he had pinned beneath him. When he sat up he pulled Osha along with him, and into a tight embrace, "There you are! Oh, how I have missed you so!"

The sudden appearance of the darkly dressed knight and such abrupt interruption seemed enough to shock Osha out of anger and straight into shocked silence for several long moments.

"Haurch?" In her surprise her voice had lost any trace of anger, making Osha sound surprisingly sweet. She gave a great sigh, her arm going around the knight's neck to return his embrace, "Oh, thank the Lover you're okay."

In short order Haurchefant had pulled both of them to their feet. The elf smiled broadly while Osha stared back up at him in awe. The scene could have been mistaken for something out of a sappy romance novel with the way the pair looked at each other; her hands on his chest as if to ensure that he was solid and real, and his hands cupping her face as if holding something delicate and precious. They leaned into each other, Osha pulling him down into a kiss that turned into another and another.

"Lord Haurchefant, I appreciate... You... Joining us," The Exarch had begun to speak only to be cut off by the knight raising a finger in a clear 'one moment' gesture, all the while not breaking the kiss with Osha. "Ah. Yes. Well. I suppose you two do have some catching up to do."

Lyna herself felt a distinct sense of whiplash, still keyed up from the promise of battle the green eyed mystel woman brought. She was stunned that the previously violent woman was so quickly made tame by the silver hair elf. But it occurred to her that Osha was the missing piece of a puzzle Lyna had never invested much interest in. Haurchefant had spent the previous two years occupied in the Crystarium, more often than not at the rookery tending to the amaros and chocobos. Sometimes he took up small mercenary jobs, escorting merchants and the like, as he had a reputation for keeping his patrons safe from harm. He was well liked among the citizens of the Crystarium, and was regarded as a hard working and friendly elf.

Haurchefant also had a reputation in the bar, where he often spent his evenings alternately flirting and lamenting endlessly of his lost love. Strangely, as amorous and friendly the elf could be, he never was seen taking anyone to bed. He never took a lover, nor developed anything beyond good friendships, as he had already given his heart to his greatest love.

So the green-eyed mystel, Osha, was the lost love.

Lyna hummed to herself to have the small mystery solved.

She had to look away from the pair and their display, to focus instead on the Crystal Exarch, who was examining the stitching on his sleeve with great interest.

"Exarch." She started, her voice quieted, her tone incredulous, "This is the one you have been waiting for?"

The Exarch looked to Lyna and nodded, "She is."

"And you're not... Upset? Concerned? She was just threatening you!" Had it been up to Lyna she would have Osha in shackles and thrown in a cell until further notice.

"I don't believe my life was in any danger." By the way he held his shoulders back, the Exarch was confident in this opinion, "She meant to punch me in the face, not kill me." He looked at the pair again, who had managed to untangle their lips to speak quietly amongst themselves. He looked downright pleased as punch with a smile on his half hidden face.

"Really?"

"I am happy to facilitate the reunion of two lovers."

"I will continue to keep an eye on her." Lyna "For your safety."

"I am sure Haurchefant is more than happy to keep her occupied, so that it is not an issue."

Lyna could not help but roll her eyes.

[sharky857]

was that teacher written out with toxic positivity in mind? (in amirs flashback in your fic)

It pretty much was. :°D

And, as everything else in those flashbacks (both Amir and Jun's), it was also inspired by RL experiences, some witnessed, and one first-hand. :°)

Infodumping further details under "keep reading".

The unnamed "special needs" teacher She's been inspired by a combo of teachers I've seen across my school years and "unlicensed assistive personnel" (for Pasta speakers: ye olde "OSS", aka: "Operatore Socio Sanitario"). A common trait I've noticed with both categories was this "forced positivity" which they would interact with their students/patients, no matter what. I always found that mildly irritating, not to mention, at least as an external observer, it looked more like they were "baby talking" the single person. ---

Amir's fuglyass flashback Vaguely inspired by an episode happened in HS. One of my classmates, as well as another bunch of us, was good friend with a student from another class. In time she started to develop a crush, because he seemed so kind and also always ready to crack a good joke, and she also went this close -> 👌 to ask him out on a date. Next thing we knew, this classmate of ours one morning came in like a Quite Upsetty™ Wrecking Ball and, when we asked her wtf happened, she said that she saw that other boy leaving his own classroom with the only special needs teacher of our school (along with that teacher's small bunch of "special needs" kids, mostly students with Down syndrome), and then, in that genuine shock, she blurted out that "I was about to ask a[n R-SLUR here] out!! 😱" while also saying to be very glad she never mustered the courage to ask him out sooner. (On the flipside: unlike what happened in the fic, in my school there was a virtually non-existent bullying towards the so-called "special needs" kids. They were all treated the same way as any other of us by the other students) ---

Jun's fugly flashback Loosely inspired by an episode happened to yours truly in MS. For context: it was some time in late spring, and unless you're attending some kind of expensively private school, there's zero dress code in Italian schools. The context is to say that it was not unusual to see tween and teen boys completely bare-chested during recess, especially considering that they would've never missed an opportunity to play either football (NOT the American kind) or, more rarely, basketball. Anyways! During one of the post-lunch recess times, there was this usual bunch of kiddos playing football without their shirts. Me and another bunch of girlies were some several feet away from the bunch of kiddos (our school yard was just that vaste). Some girlies had zero problems in voicing their own teenager-like, hormonal-induced thirst over the kiddos. I was just staring silently, mostly trying to grasp what they were even seeing in those boys several feet away (tweensie Sharkey had several years to come before learning about the wonders of "ace" AND "aro" :°) ). One of the girlie noticed and asked me who I was "drooling after". I just spat out the name of the one I was randomly staring at. Next thing I knew, not even two days later that same kiddo came to me during another recess time and asked me something on the line "why tf are you saying we're going out together?" To which the already social-anxious me promptly sputtered as the brain entered a BSOD-like state. The other kiddo probably took it as a weakass attempt to make up an excuse/a lie on the spot to cover something up, and next thing I knew (again) was him saying something on the line: "Just stop that. You know that no one would EVER want to go out with you". (MS was the funniest of times, yes. :°) Alas, I was no "Jun". So at that time I just sucked everything up, gave another reason to be made fun of for the next week or two, and never knew who I should've thanked for all that.)

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One thing that has always irked me about LO is that Smythe will more or less sideline or otherwise forget plotlines.

Like, I hate that this latest FP chapter was a bland wedding (where Persephone wasn't able to even choose/create her own dress??? I'm sorry, that makes me so mad. She's just a doll for everyone to dress up with no agency whatsoever. If instead of Hera giving her the "perfect dress," she showed Persephone a selection of dresses, and Persephone picked one out and modified it to be dark magenta/black with her signature crown and chose to make her eyes red, that would've been better. At least then one could argue this chapter served to show Persephone's growth in terms of taking ownership of herself. Smythe could still insert Hera into the scene but then at least Persephone would have a say in HER wedding).

If Smythe absolutely HAD to have HxP get married immediately just to spite Demeter or whatever, I wish she would have inserted a scene or something with Apollo and Leto hearing about the wedding and realizing their plans were foiled or that they'd have to come up with a different way to overthrow Zeus, maybe even incorporate that espionage thing Psyche has going on, or even better, have a Demeter-centric episode in which we see more of her backstory when she hears about Persephone marrying Hades immediately, structured so that we hear her internal monologue while she mourns and fears for her daughter's well being and we see the beginnings of winter. (Not that I trust Smythe with Demeter or her story, but still.)

Like. Somehow Smythe managed to make HxP's relationship the most boring part of the retelling, and this wedding episode was a testament to that. It literally had no substance, nothing new was added, and the story was not advanced in a meaningful way. I highly doubt their dynamic or anything is going to change either. It's just now they're contractually obligated to each other? (Another point of contention. This is Ancient Greece... Smythe couldn't have bothered to google Ancient Greek wedding traditions and incorporated elements from whatever popped up first in the search? I know this is supposed to be "modern" but that increasingly feels like an excuse to just not do research (using that term here loosely).)

I feel like Smythe truly doesn't care anymore, and I think she's just winging the plot and story at this point. (I'm not sure if anyone feels this way, but if I reread the first few chapters of S1, I feel like LO was supposed to have a completely different trajectory and we only got here by accident.) This comic could have been so good and interesting, and it's just disappointing.

I know this ask is already pretty long, and I appreciate you taking the time to read it. I just want to add one last thing.

Your Lore Rekindled?? Amazing. Top tier. Chef's kiss. I love your interpretation of Dionysus, and I LOVED how you ended Ep5 with Persephone calling Hades terrifying. Like. So good. So excited to see where you take Rekindled. Thanks for being the hero we need as LO becomes an even bigger trainwreck with each passing week. You're awesome, and I hope you have a nice day ��

That's the thing, I would have been fine (still a little upsetti, but I could cope) if LO went for the "Persephone was trying to get away from her mom and the Mortal Realm" take. Because it can come with the positive of having Persephone and Hades' relationship be consensual (even if it ends up being at the cost of her relationship with her mother, considering the fact it also requires the endless winter it's pretty much unavoidable LMAO). But like... it's the fact Rachel can't write anything consistently and will randomly retcon shit or dial the mildest character traits up to 100000 with NO consideration for motives or intentions that boils my piss. It's incredibly manipulative writing and the more it happens, the more I start to get the sense Rachel doesn't have a lot of emotional maturity herself to understand other people's perspectives outside of her own. I know that's probably a harsh assumption to come to but it's hard not to come to it when she keeps doing shit like this (as Demeter isn't the only one in LO to get this treatment). Rachel will basically just make her characters do whatever she thinks needs to be done to get her audience to feel a specific way about them. It's like a lawyer asking leading questions, it's manipulative and cheap writing.

And honestly, that's LO's worst crime among everything else - it's boring. I can handle stories that are spicy around the rim, I can handle problematic protagonists or otherwise plotlines that would NOT fly in real life due to how morally heinous they are, so long as they're entertaining. LO isn't even entertaining. Like, people will tell me LO shouldn't be "taken seriously", that you should consume it the same way as you would trash TV or a telenovella, but I don't get how I can do that either when it's so painfully BORING. A relationship is only as strong and interesting as the characters in it. If your characters are boring and uninteresting on their own, sticking them in a relationship together isn't gonna be much better. Now you just have two boring people being boring together lol

IDK where Smitty's head is at but I do get the feeling she's checked out. LO wasn't even supposed to go on this long in the beginning. But it can be really easy to drag things along for the sake of the money and fame and I feel like that's where we're at, like Rachel's just buying herself time before LO inevitably comes to an end. I definitely don't envy her position there. But she wouldn't be the first Originals creator who essentially "gave up" during production and started phoning it in thinking no one would notice. They do notice though. The sucky thing is that people are noticing what's up with Rachel and she's still like... pretending she's still into it, when she very obviously isn't. And if she is, then... whoof.

Hot take but LO just isn't a comic that should have become popular. Not that the concept itself couldn't have been popular, but like, my take on it in general is that people shouldn't be so concerned with "getting rich quick" especially in the arts industries. Like, to get across what I'm saying here, let me pose you a hypothetical: which would you rather be known for in the end? The first-time comic you got lucky with that reeks because you had no experience managing a longform series and lost your dedication to it years ago and it was literally your "first try"? Or the comic that came after you learned the craft and know what you're putting out is the best version of what it can be and proven to yourself it's what you really want to do with your life?

LO wasn't Smythe's first webcomic (she also created The Dr. Foxglove show which... I'm pretty sure she doesn't want anyone to know about because she's already starting scrubbing her ArtStation of it, oop-) but LO was her first foray into longform serialized storytelling. It might seem like a hot/harsh take, but no one should become instantly famous off their first project like that, as much as it might seem like a "dream come true". Because most of us aren't ready for that sort of responsibility yet. Your first, second, even third project should be learning experiences as a main priority. Getting famous off the first thing you do just because it got lucky or it scratched a certain itch in the market? Doesn't always bode well if you have no prior experience in that industry. Rachel has stated she has imposter syndrome in the past and while I feel like an asshole for saying this, it's one of the few times where I'll say "maybe the imposter syndrome has a point". Some people really do fail upwards. It's not to say Rachel doesn't deserve to be where she is (because god knows she probably isn't enjoying being there now with all the eyes on her that she didn't expect to have when she started out) but like... just because someone is famous for what they do, doesn't mean they're actually skilled at it.

But that might just be me being jaded. I used to want my first comic to become big and famous too but now, looking back at it, I'm so fucking glad it didn't LMAO I still don't know if I'm actually legitimately ready for that sort of thing, if it ever happened. Lucky for me it probably won't but I also didn't expect to end up with any sort of audience here the way I have so... that's been pretty neat LOL A little weird because I've been spending over a decade already just kind of creating for the void, and it's weird that it took an LO rewrite comic to do it, but w/e, the universe does what the universe does.

Sorry, I'm getting sentimental now LMAO This was really just my weird way of segueing into my big thanks for reading Rekindled <3

[psychcdelica]

@ednaeflowers sent: 11. Are there some things you dislike about how the show/series/etc. portray the character you have picked up? If so, what? / for any character you wanna talk about ( ˘⌣˘ )

Actually looking back at my muse list, I have to admit that whatever Uchikoshi did to Boss and Clover in the following games has me for lack of better words - upsetti spaghetti, and that's mostly what I feel is dumbing down Clover's character in VLR, whereas for Boss she feels idk, colder in a way - especially when she adopts a kid just to be her "shadow operative" within ABIS. (An already supposedly secret police organization) like??? Yeah she'd do a lot to gain the upper hand, but adopting a kid just because they're superhuman is a bit, ugh for me.

But Bubblez! You say, the plot twist in AiNi!!! To which I reply, Fuck that.

[satohqbanana]

A couple of thoughts on SekiRaku, Youko and Rakushun, and their questionable age gap - and by a couple I mean a multitude.

Canon Says

As reference, Youko is canonically 16 and Rakushun 22 (iirc).

On the more canon side, Youko's romantic feelings - if any - for Rakushun feel quite one-sided. Though she tries to be bolder through her words (e.g. "I consider you a prince of Kei"), he tends to dodge, deflect, or even scold her (perceived) declarations of affection (e.g. He told her "[not] to indulge in personal whims like you're naming a pet" in regards to naming her ruling era as "Sekiraku").

Add to that, Rakushun still keeps his Kou citizenship, pours his time into studying (which could take up to two full decades! - meanwhile Youko is eternally 16), and maintains that they live in different realities and are far from each other. He literally thinks he doesn't deserve to be treated so handsomely for picking up the then-unknown ruler of Kei. He's very mindful of their statuses and social ranking. Rakushun's actions make me think he's actually actively pushing for the gap between the two of them - whether he acknowledges her affections for him or not.

I think it's also good to consider that Fuyumi Ono mostly ever does shiptease for these two but confirms little, since she likes to write politics, warriors, and philosophies after all.

Shipping Says

That said, on the shipping side, Youko is eternally 16 - for a few years now. Counting the actual years, she is technically already of age, and even if she "waits" she'll never really "be" "older". Then again, she's already a deity, so the rules that apply for her have since changed. As the Imperial Kei, she can't even be married via ceremony to another; she would only have a common-law marriage with any partner she might want to bring into the court.

Also, if anything, I think it would bring massive relief to the anxious Keiki to know that she holds affections for someone else who is not him.

On Rakushun's side, it's harder to imagine what he feels towards Youko as a person and not just as a King. He needs more character development for a romance to bloom between them. But I see why his more humble views of himself makes him an attractive, non-aggressive option as a partner.

My Opinion

Is it dodgy? Yeah. I admit I forgot that Rakushun was 22. Do I ship it? I sure do.

Like I said, no matter what happens, Youko is 16 - eternally. (And it's Keiki's "fault" he even came to get her at 16. By him making her the King of Kei, her age stopped forever.) She's no longer human - if she wants her godhood to end, she literally has to die. (Compared with Shoukei and Suzu who can get in and out of humanity and demigodhood via the Registry of Wizards.)

Despite so, shouldn't we apply our rules of age of majority on her? I'm not so sure. I think she's at the age where she would be dreaming of finding someone to spend her life with. I imagine Youko getting upsetti spaghetti over it. Besides, given the themes Fuyumi Ono intended for her to tackle (and that is young girls going against tradition), I think Youko just disregarding her age gap and other whatever social gaps with Rakushun would be on-brand and in-character for her, even if we (or Keiki) disapprove.

And like I said, for the relationship to actually happen, Rakushun needs a massive character upgrade. He constantly talks himself down in his POV.

Besides, they're legitimately happy to be in each other's company. Their conversations are amusing to follow. They're cute together and they treat each other as actual persons and not as Imperial Kei or hanjyuu - even if they do consider those things once they're not in front of each other. I like that.

Fuyumi Ono however would likely not touch upon this more, though. Besides, 12K is a political high fantasy novel. TBH I want more stories of the other kingdoms - Dreaming of Paradise (Sairin and her first emperor) tore my heart out and Blue Orchid (very early Shouryou En) still has the most beautiful catharsis in the series for me.

What-Ifs

Now, if I had to answer how the ideal SekiRaku romance would go, I think I'd like it to tackle the following.

Youko's perspective should explore the age gap thing and her identity as a deity. There will be a lot of embarrassing conversations. I think we should also get more worldbuilding stuff on courtship - I don't know, maybe have Suzu and Shoukei receiving gifts or proposals, or even Shouryou giving unsolicited advice and even dodgier life stories. I would also want to see how Youko perceived/perceives romance as a 16-year-old, both from when she was in Japan, and now as she is a King of Kei.

I would also like to have Keiki's opinion on this matter - mostly because of his constant comparison between Youko and Jokaku, and also because he does acknowledge Rakushun as someone important to Youko. I would also like to know if kirins actually understand romantic love; all I get from reading Keiki's perspective on Jokaku is that he couldn't understand her (romantic) love for him even if he indeed already (non-romantically) loves her.

Rakushun also needs to get over his hanjyuu complex. As realistic his views towards society could be, his relationship with his hanjyuu identity is unhealthy. (I think he's been dehumanized to the point he has to shun clothes - a basic commodity - to manage poverty.) I think he should spend more time getting comfortable in his human form - that is still himself, after all!

TL;DR

Yeah, I see why you wouldn't ship them and why Fuyumi Ono wouldn't write them as an actual couple, but I still ship them for reasons beyond the age gap thing. Also I need their ship to answer a couple questions beyond what makes a legitimate romantic relationship, and yes, by a couple, I mean a multitude.

But yes, it's mostly just wishful thinking.

[onekisstotakewithme]

For the writer asks:

5, 19, 24, 25 😘 

Mia, my beloved! 💜

5. What’s a fic idea you’ve had that you will never write?

I have some marvel ideas that I probably won't write... but a big concept I had ages ago that will probably never get beyond the concept stage was when a friend and I came up with our own version of Stranger Things season 4 (during the COVID-induced delay)... broken down by "episode". I still have the plan somewhere!

19. Give us a small teaser from one of your WIPs.

Ma'am, you've SEEN most of my WIPs. (all of my wips) but... a little dose of plane crash just for you 😘

She sighs, looking up. “Yes, Danny?” “According to the National Weather Service, they’re expecting storms over the Pacific today-” “Well, given that the Pacific Ocean is a big place, I don’t think we’re too concerned if it’s going to be drizzling in Micronesia.” “That’s it?” “If you’re planning on hopping out there, I’d suggest packing an umbrella.” Danny almost smiles, raising an eyebrow. CJ feels her ears start to burn as she turns back to her notes. “It was going to be a nonstop flight, but we are making a brief stop in California on the way home. I’ll have more details for you on that, as well as some updates on what’s being going on in Washington in a few hours.”

24. Share a moodboard for (one of) your current WIP(s).

Well, given that you made me a mood board for plane already 🥰... a silly little moodboard for president!CJ

25. Have you ever upset yourself with your own writing?

I'm a big softie so of course the answer is yes, like writing fight scenes... very upsetti.