#ship: don't you dare forget the sun

[galaxythixf]

@unmyeoung said: 💋   to   share   a   Hershey's   kiss   with   my   muse. (neon fifi) Brother this is from another dimension || Not Accepting

"Hey T, got a sweet tooth?" Phoenix shakes the bag of candy he's mysteriously gotten his hands on and digs into while his hands search for something specific, smile brimming the second his fingers graze it and grabbing a handful to show her. Sat at the palm of his hands were silvery treats, commonly referred to as "kisses," he so eagerly tells her. "Wanna share? First one's on me." While she debates, he unravels the candy and offers it to her lips with a grin.

[yandere--stuck]

Yandere!TFP!Knock Out x Human!Reader Headcanons

❤️‍🩹 Knockout had become relatively well known in local street racing scenes. He had meant to keep a low profile, of course, but with a model as beautiful as his, he couldn't help but stand out. Simply the cost of beauty! What he didn't expect, however, was to get a fan. Sure, Knock Out noticed familiar faces at multiple races, but this was different. Someone who always complimented his skills and good looks after races. It wasn't long before he began to pick you out from a crowd. Hearing the whispers of your voice in the tornado of a crowd, yet somehow still distinct to Knock Out. The more he crossed paths, the more he indulged in talking with you and the longer he strayed from returning to the ship.

⛑️ He always kept his tinted windows up, much to your disappointment. Said he wanted to keep this side of him secret, but he did open up. At least, partially. You wouldn't get a real name, but could call him Knock Out, as a nickname. He told you he had recently transferred over for a position in medicine. That he practically lived at work and the conditions were terrible. The second he got a chance, he turned to the open road to feel some sense of freedom. When you responded with sympathy, Knock Out found himself surprised. He'd always considered humans… Primitive. Cute and squishy, but not exactly the most evolved bunch. Humans were supposed to be animals. But, you understood Knockout. You shared your own troubles and related to him. To watch the exhilaration of racing is to be stuck in the moment, to forget everything except where the rubber meets the road and how fast you can go. Despite himself, Knock Out began to grow fond of you.

❤️‍🩹 Whenever Knock Out was aboard The Nemesis, he only thought of you - which led to a few slip ups during surgeries. And whenever he gets a moment to himself, he's so wrapped in seeing you that even racing just feels like a preamble to talking to you! And he's been staying out so late… It isn't long before Megatron catches wind of this, going so far as to threaten his life if he didn't shape up. So, what he was about to do really wasn't his fault. It was for the best. He wouldn't focus if he didn't have you with him and when they win this war, you'll be lucky he took you in. Besides, you don't really think those other humans deserve you more than him, do you?

⛑️ It's late. He purposefully kept you from leaving long after the streets were deserted and the sun was swallowed up the horizon. He told you he wanted to show you the real him. You aren't expecting his door to open, and you definitely aren't expecting it to empty. Seatbelts shoot out to wrap around your body, pulling you in. You fly forward and crash face first against the seats, failing to catch your fall as you slide inside. You hear clicks as the belts secure you in, yelping as Knock Out rocketed forward, taking off into the night. 

❤️‍🩹 Knock Out, being more knowledgeable on humans than his fellow Decepticons, acquires everything you need to live comfortably. Nothing but the best for his favorite human! He understands that you're confused, angry, upset, betrayed, even. But that's okay! You'll see, Knock Out will show you this is for the best. You're probably feeling homesick, too, and love's the only medicine! He can't deny that somehow you've wormed your way into his spark.

⛑️ He's cautious around who he shows you off to, but when he does, he's incredibly boastful and proud of you, his human. The best human, even, because Knock Out deserved nothing but the best! Someone like Breakdown might not get it, and hey, as long as he's happy, right? But, at the same time, he can't help but notice how oddly affectionate and sentimental Knock Out is with you. Almost, dare he say it, like what one would do with a conjunx. Holding you cupped in his hands, holding you against his face plate (even sneaking the occasional peck), petting your head carefully with a claw.

❤️‍🩹 Knock Out doesn't care what the others think in regards to hiding you, just that he worries you may get hurt or used as a bargaining chip, and he couldn't live with himself if something happened to you. He felt… Connected to you. He loved having you by his station as he worked. You've even begun to start talking to him again! And it makes him feel so, so happy. His perfect little human. He doesn't care what anyone, even Megatron, thinks. He… He loves you. And he will never, ever let you go, no matter how much you stroke his ego and plead to go home, but the flattery is still appreciated all the same. Maybe one day you'll actually believe it.

[ladydaybreaker]

Sun and Moon

So some dummy said that the only artwork of V and Thad as a couple is the super spicy 18+ art. Which is an insult to all y'all who do this ship it's justice and show all the wholesome beauty that it can be.

I got requested as a secret santa for some Vhad stuff and I at first was just gonna write...then I saw that post and got mad enough to draw. And...ngl I'm actually kinda proud of this one.

"...So, why did you give me the nickname 'Sun'?"

"It's stupid."

"Aw c'mon...you can tell me~"

"Fine. It's...because being around you...reminds me of what the sun used to feel like..."

"Huh...yeah I can see that!"

"Alright, spill. Why do you call me 'Moon'."

"Well...kinda the same reason? Because being around you reminded me that being outside with the moons is...probably the most amazing time of day."

"...You're a sap."

"But I'm your sap."

"Yeah and don't you dare forget that, green bean."

"Wouldn't dream of it, kitten."

[noisycroissant]

"It's you..."

Astarion x Reader

She was one of those marks that broke his chipped heart. The trusting ones, the doe-eyed ones who looked at him like he hung the stars in the sky. It hurt every minute he spent with her knowing that he was simply leading her to a fate worse than death.

He remembered the look in her eyes when they took her away with the others at the party where they lured all their marks to once a month. He dreamed of that look for years only to wake up to find himself shaking, face wet with tears. He didn't want to keep doing this, but another year of being confined and tortured and starved with no hopes of escape, freedom or otherwise...no, he couldn't survive that. Not again.

But then, he saw her again. He was sure it was his fragile mind playing tricks on him. Constant torture can do that you, y'know. But then he saw her again. The same hair. Skin paler though. And then he heard her voice.

"Astarion?"

When he heard his name in that voice again, his heart dropped to the pits of his stomach. He'd do anything, beg at her feet, grovel for forgiveness, anything to not hear that tone in her voice.

"I am angry for what you did to me. To my life. But I also understand why... I've had to do it myself."

I've had to do it myself.

If he ever had thoughts of murdering Cazador in the darkest ways possible, those thoughts just became a million times darker.

"Where you here all these years? I never saw you. I thought I knew every turned spawn in the palace."

"I was locked up for "lack of respect" and "till I learnt what was good for me "."

He knew what that meant. Lashes, pliers, blood, pain, hunger, tears.

Desperate prayers falling on deaf ears.

"I'm.. I don't deserve to say sorry. You'd have been... anywhere but here..if it weren't for me."

"I know. But you did what you did to survive. I don't begrudge you for that. I had enough time in that cell to know that choice does not live in these walls."

*******

And that's how it began. That was how hope came back into two people's lives. How it grew and bloomed with each passing look, each time fingers brushed while walking across hallways, each time a secret letter was found under a pillow.

After 150 years, Astarion dared to dream.

He would always curse himself when he remembered that night. It had taken them almost a year to plan, another year to talk courage into themselves to go through with it.

He remembered how soft her hands were when he held them as they ran through shadows.

Freedom. It was so close. Just a breath away.

And in the blink of an eye, it was gone.

Of course. What had he been thinking? They'd never be free. Not as long as that monster had a leash on them.

"Don't let them see each other, Godey. But make sure they hear."

Astarion remembers the day his heart finally crumbled to ash.

*******

Decades later, when he was finally let out again, the very first night he goes to the highest roof he could find in Baldur's Gate. And he sat there. Waiting for the sun. The only way he could be free of this hellish life. The only way he could forget the sins.

His skin prickled and he cried as the sky turned pink.

The next thing he remembers is waking up on a beach with a unholy squirming in his eye. A crashed ship, fire and smoke bellowing. Intellect devourers running amok. But he was out in the sun and it didn't burn. It didn't hurt.

The confusion was enough to drive him mad. 200 years of rage and pain, and he finally had a chance to end it. But even that was taken from him.

He heard footsteps and chatter. Hand goes to his dagger naturally. But then he hears a voice.

Her voice.

This must be the tenth circle of hell, he tells himself. This is where depraved sinners like him go to. Where they're tortured for eternity with the things they'll never see again.

Like the sun.

Or her.

But hope survives in the darkest of hells.

And it had found him again.

"Astarion?"

[angstea]

every sunday's getting more bleak

Fandom: Doctor Who

Ship: TimeRogue/FifteenRogue

Series: will you greet the daylight looming?

Masterlist | Next ->

Summary: The Doctor gave up on finding Rogue. But they still search.

TWs: Sleep deprivation, autistic meltdown and a brief mention of hallucinating

AN: Rogue and the Doctor are both autistic, the Doctor uses they/them and the title is from Take Me To Church by Hozier

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The Doctor didn't want to admit it, but the minute Rogue had asked them to find him, they had already given up all hope that they ever could. They had already been ready to do everything in their power to track him down across the stars, but when he dared to utter those words they knew they wouldn't find him. He had tempted fate by saying it and they knew all too well how cruel fate was.

And yet they would still try. They would never forgive themself if they didn't after all (although they weren't sure if they had ever forgiven themself for anything). Ruby would run out the TARDIS doors, back to her life and her family and the people who loved her and the Doctor would flip a lever and fly away in their magic box. And they would search.

Hours, days, weeks, months (they lost track after a while) spent landing on barren planet after deserted ruins after empty deserts. They would scan the landscape for any sign of life, the sonic beeping sorrowfully when it found none, before returning to the TARDIS and moving on to the next. Then they'd crash back into Ruby's life, a grin plastered on their face and giving no indication of the time that had passed (even though Ruby could see it in their eyes, they knew she could). And the cycle would repeat.

Rarely, the sonic would return a life sign and the Doctor would let their hopes rise for a few moments, chasing the signal like their life depended on it. It was never him. After the first few disappointments, they learned to scan for the presence of advanced technology if they detected a life sign. Then they would fly away and continue a search they had given up on before they started.

Part of them began to forget why they were searching to begin with. It became an obligation, a cycle they had no choice but to carry out over and over until the end of time or their own guilt would drive them mad. The monotony of the ritual would overtake them, a joyless expression settling across their features and a blanket of apathy smothering their mind. At least, until they remembered the look on Rogue's face as he spoke those two cursed words and their hearts would break all over again at the reminder that they'd failed him.

They couldn't decide if breaking down into tears in the middle of yet another deserted city was worse than the utter dispassion that had settled in their soul.

-

The Doctor almost tripped on their way out the TARDIS. They were exhausted. They didn't sleep anymore, they couldn't. Yet here they were on another barren planet, all cracked burnt ground and blazing sun and dead plants. They kicked frustratedly at the dried out dirt and pulled the sonic from their pocket, letting it scan the surroundings despite knowing how this would go.

A hopeful chime echoed in their ears. Their pulse thudded louder and faster despite them desperately trying to stamp down their excitement. It was never him, it never would be him. They would be searching for him for eternity.

They curled their free hand into a fist as the sonic searched for traces of technology. When the scan came back positive, they almost dropped the device entirely. This was new, this was different, this hadn't happened yet, what if he was here?

They shook their head as if trying to shake the thought free from their mind. Don't get your hopes up. A pit forming in their stomach, they followed the signal.

-

They walked for hours under the hot suns. Everytime one sun would sink below the horizon, another would rise to take its place. There was no reprieve from the sunlight, no wonder the planet had withered and died. The heat would have overwhelmed them if they hadn't grown up in a desert under a pair of twin suns.

The sonic's tracking brought them to the vast open mouth of a cave and suddenly their hearts leapt again. It wasn't so difficult to imagine Rogue disposing of the Chulders and sheltering in a cave awaiting the Doctor's rescue (a rescue that would never come because the Doctor would never be able to find him in the infinite vastness of time and the universe and his trusting smile as he vanished from their life would haunt them for many lives to come).

They fought down the tears that wanted to fall (because this body was so emotional and open and while they recognised the positives of that, they despised how often they burst into tears) and focused on putting one foot in front of the other. Forcing themself to abandon their hope, they entered the cave.

The darkness engulfed them. They fumbled with the sonic as they tried to light up their surroundings, shaking hands making their fingers imprecise on all the buttons. They made frustrated growling sounds and continued to struggle until light beamed out the sonic unexpectedly. They dropped the device out of surprise and cursed softly as they bent down to pick it up.

"Hello?"

The Doctor straightened up and their head snapped in the direction of the voice, leaving the sonic illuminating the ground.

No.

It couldn't be him

It wasn't him.

But it sounded just like him.

They could be hallucinating.

They were tired.

So so tired.

"Hey!"

Once again, the voice called through the dark. This was so cruel. It truly sounded like him.

A pair of boots stepped into the light of the sonic still shining from the ground. The Doctor couldn't breathe. They crouched down, picking the sonic up out of the dirt. Hesitantly, they tracked the beam of light up the figure until...

"Rogue..?" The word came out as a cracked whisper, voice rough from both disuse and emotion.

"Hello Doc."

By Rassilon, why did he have to grin at them like that? Like he never doubted they would find him.

There he was, standing there in his disheveled Regency era attire. Waistcost unbuttoned and jacket tied around his waist due to the heat, hair falling over his head in messy unkempt curls and a healing wound on his face but still handsome as ever and it just wasn't fair.

"Doctor?" the smile dropped from his face and he shuffled closer to the Doctor, placing a tentative hand on the Doctor's cheek.

The Doctor gasped, the contact burned their skin.

"Doctor, talk to me please. Are you okay?"

That just seemed to break them down further. Their face crumpled and a few tears slipped down their face.

"Rogue, I...I didn't think I'd ever find you..."

Rogue's thumb gently swiped away their tears and he smiled softly.

"But you did. You found me, I knew you would."

"Ho - how long has it been..?" the Doctor winced, both out of disgust from how apalling their voice sounds and because they dreaded his answer.

Rogue shrugged easily, giving them those lovely wide confused eyes.

"I don't know, a week? Hard to tell on planets without a night."

And why did that feel worse? Why did it hurt so much to know that Rogue had been right when they had given up the minute he stepped into the triform? To know that Rogue had trusted them to find him when they only searched out of a vague sense of guilt and obligation.

And suddenly all those feelings hit them at once and they could barely think. Their breath came faster, the tears spilled, ugly sobbing gasps ripped from their throat, the sonic slipped from their fingers and their hands grabbed at their hair, tugging and pulling desperately.

Rogue froze, unsure and scared for a moment before he folded his arms around the Doctor, pulling them against his chest. The Doctor whimpered, the touch burning them up but they wouldn't be able to bear it if he let go because the pressure of being crushed between his arms and chest soothed something inside them.

Rogue lowered them both to the ground, holding the Doctor close to his chest as he began to rock back and forth. Sure, he was trying to calm the Doctor but the motion was equally to calm himself. He was so lost as he watched the Doctor sob in his arms.

The Doctor finally released their grip on their hair for their hand to grasp Rogue's shirt, like they were scared he would slip away. Their breathing was starting to calm but they were still making soft distressed whines.

"You're...you're okay, Doc. I've got you." he tried to offer some comfort but he wasn't sure if the Doctor could even process his words.

The Doctor shook their head frantically and Rogue somehow understood. Don't speak, not right now. It's too much.

So Rogue shut his mouth and returned to silently rocking back and forth.

-

After a long long time, the Doctor's cries quieted and the only sound in the cave was the pair breathing.

Rogue wanted to let the silence linger but a question had been burning in his mind, unanswered.

"Doctor..?"

He assumed that the Doctor was either still upset by sound or that they couldn't answer for whatever reason when he was met by silence at first. Though it soon became clear that they were just scraping together the mental energy to respond.

"Yeah?"

"How long has it been for you?"

The silence that settled between them gave Rogue all the answer he needed.

"Oh...Doctor."

"I didn't think I was ever going to find you...I'd...I'd given up but I still looked because I had to." Their voice trembled and threatened to break again.

"Sshh. It's okay, you found me." His hand stroked over the Doctor's hair in what he hoped was a comforting gesture.

The Doctor nodded hesitantly. "Yeah...I found you."

Then they yanked on the front of Rogue's shirt, pulling him into a messy desperate kiss full of longing and pain. They kissed him becuase they needed to, to verify he was there, to feel alive again. They had been a wandering aimless husk for so long now and they needed Rogue to make them real.

When the kiss regretfully broke, they rested their forehead against Rogue's. Both had their eyes closed, knowing they wouldn't be able to bear looking into eachothers eyes right now. The Doctors hand ran back and forth across Rogue's sleeve and Rogue's fingers tangled in the hair at the base of the Doctor's neck. Neither of them moved for the longest time other than their fidgeting, merely basking in eachother's presence after being seperated.

Rogue then used his grip on the back of the Doctor's head to pull them into another kiss, this one much softer and sweeter. This gesture was full of comfort and care, the Doctor finally feeling the weight lift from their shoulders as they melted into Rogue's embrace. Their exhaustion hit them in full force at that moment. If it weren't for the fact they were on the filthy floor of a cave, they could've fallen asleep in Rogue's arms right then and there. No, that would have to wait until the both of them were back in the TARDIS.

"Doc?"

"What did I say about calling me Doc?"

Rogue chuckled, the sound rumbling pleasantly through the air in a way that made the Doctor tap their fingers delightedly.

"Sorry, Doctor" he obnoxiously emphasised that second syllable, grinning mischievously, before he then settled back into a more sombre expression. "Doctor, are you...okay?"

They considered that question for a long time, deliberating how honest they should be with him.

"I - I will be...I think."

[juicebox72664]

Incorrect Heartstopper quotes

*The squad is visiting a store late at night to return a DVD for Nick.* Tao: I forget—what happens if we don't return the DVD before midnight? Charlie: Then Nick gets charged extra. It's called a "late fee." Darcy: Or was it a zombie apocalypse? Eh, I don't remember, but we can't afford either.

Isaac, looking at the squad: Okay, so I need to become a therapist faster.

*Imogen and Darcy are planning to break in somewhere.* Imogen: We need to distract the guards. Darcy: Right. Imogen: What are we gonna do? Darcy: I'm gonna break their elbows while you poke their eyes. Imogen: Darcy: Imogen: Deal.

Isaac: We're going to have to split up, like in Scooby Doo. Isaac, to Darcy and Tao: You guys are Scooby and Shaggy. You can search the bathrooms. Isaac, to Elle: Velma, you get the spooky-looking fridge in the basement. Elle: What? Why am I Velma? And why do I get the... dubious-looking device? Isaac: Because only Velma would say "dubious device." Elle gets the spooky fridge in the basement. Tara: Does that make you Fred? Isaac: Bitch, I'm Daphne.

Tara: If you got arrested, what would be the charges? Nick: Theft. Darcy: Disturbing the peace. Tao: Aggravated assault. Charlie: Arson. Isaac: All of the above. In that order, probably.

Elle in a room with Imogen, Darcy, and Tao: It's calm in here. Elle: It scares me.

Computer: Please enter a password. Nick: *Types in Charlie.* Computer: Your password is too weak. Nick: How fucking DARE YOU-

Tao: Why isn't the statue smirking at me? Elle: It isn't smirking at anyone; they're all just imagining it. Imogen: Three of us saw it, Elle. How do you explain that? Elle: *Points at Charlie* Sleep deprivation. *Points and Imogen* Paranoia. *Points at Darcy* Delusional personality disorder.

Darcy: I bet you're wondering why I gathered you here today. It's because we need to have a discussion about how some people in this room aren't getting along with other people in this room. Nick: Why did you say that so vaguely? Tao and I are literally the only people you called in here.

Darcy: *Sees Nick and Charlie together.* Darcy: They're so cute, I want to put them in a boat. Elle: You mean... you ship them?

Darcy: *Holding a salt packet* It's just a little sodium chloride. Isaac: Actually, Darcy, it's salt. Darcy: That's what I said, sodium chloride. Isaac: Uh, Darcy, that would be salt. Isaac: *Takes salt packet from Darcy.* This is iodized table salt, which, in addition to sodium chloride, contains anti-caking agents and potassium iodate, which is added to prevent oidine deficiency. So not only are you being overly pretentious by insisting on using scientific terminologies for everyday items, you are factually wrong. Your arrogance is your downfall.

Darcy, Tao, and Charlie: *Screaming.* Tara: *Runs into the room.* What's wrong, Charlie?! Darcy: Wait, why are you asking Charlie that when Tao and I are also here? Tara: Because Charlie wouldn't scream unless it's an emergency. You two scream whenever you have the chance.

Darcy: Wasn't Icarly that guy that girlbossed too close to the sun because he was down for Apollo? Tara: ICARUS?

Charlie: Tao, what are you doing? Tao: *Shaking a cat-shaped piggy bank.* I'm just trying to figure out how much change I have inside. Charlie: You could always take it out and count it. Tao: Where's the fun in that?

Nick: We're going to a candy store?! CHarlie: No! It's nighttime; candy stores are closed. Darcy: We're gonna ROB a candy store?!?! Charlie, sighing: No-

Charlie: Knowledge is knowing a tomato is a fruit. Isaac: Wisdom is not putting it in a fruit salad. Imogen: That's deep. Tao: That means ketchup is a smoothie. Darcy: That's deeper. Elle: ...You guys are idiots.

Tori: I love sarcasm. It's like punching people in the face, but with words.

Darcy: So, what? Now I'm just supposed to do anything Elle does? I mean, what if she jumped off a cliff? Tara: If Elle were to jump off a cliff, she would've done her due diligence regarding the height of the cliff, the depth of the water, and the angle of entry, so yes. If you see Elle jump off a cliff, by all means, jump off a cliff. Darcy: You jump off a cliff! Tara: Gladly, provided Elle did first.

Tao: *FInds a half a watermelon at Whole Foods.* Tao, holding it up for everyone to see: LIES!

Imogen: Throw lamps at people who need to lighten up! Tara: Throw handles at someone who needs to get a grip! Elle: Throw a refrigerator at someone who needs to chill! Nick: Throw scissors at someone who needs to cut it out! Charlie: Throw a clock at someone who needs to get with the times! Darcy: Throw matches at someone who needs to get fired up! Tori: Throw a brick at someone to kill them.

Tao, tearing up the room: Where are they? Tao, looking under a pillow: Who moved them? Who moved my children? Tao: Somebody moved my M&M's, and now I'm going to start killing.

[lkfarrout]

Routine (family fic)

No ships/romance, just angst.

Summary: something I thought was likely to happen in the week it took Stan to get his memory back

Warnings: light angst, minimal swearing

For Stan Pines, it was the same routine every morning for the last twenty-or-so years: shower, suit, fez, lights, open sign, merchandise, cash register, don't forget to smile, no refunds, etc, etc. But before all of that, somewhere in the haze between the first sip of coffee and the hot water on his face, he always found himself in the basement. There wasn't a real reason for it. It wasn't like he could make much progress that early in the day, but he always went down anyway. Maybe it was just to make sure it was still there. That his twin was still gone. That he hadn't woken from what was simply a horrible nightmare.

On this particular morning, Stan wasn't even sure what day it was, but it didn't matter. The warm summer air told him the shack would be busy and he didn't have any time to waste.

His head hurt like a bitch. Like a bad hangover. He trudged down the hallway in his slippers, stepping over boards and other debris. Must have been a party last night. Gotta tell Soos to clean this up.

The smell of cheap instant coffee filled the kitchen, and Stan squinted at the fridge door. There was a drawing of him magnet-ed to it, and not a great one. Like a kid drew it. Covered in glitter and stickers. "Our Hero," it said. Huh, probably someone's idea of a joke.

The sun was barely peaking over the horizon, bathing the giftshop in soft orange light. Beep, beep, beep. He had learned years ago to put the wrong combination in sometimes, to keep the buttons from wearing unevenly and giving away the real combination. Beep, beep, beep.

"Stanley?"

His mug fell from his grip and shattered on the floor. Coffee seeped into the floorboards and under the vending machine. That name. Stan didn't dare move.

A large hand grabbed his shoulder. "Where are you going?"

With the corner of his eyes, Stan counted the fingers.

One, two, three, four, five, six.

One two three four five six.

Onetwothreefourfivesix.

With a deep inhale and one swift motion, Stan flipped around and grasped the face of the man behind him desperately with both hands.

He whispered, "Standford?"

His brother returned the gesture, playfully grabbing Stan's face and chuckling, "Yes, it's me, Stan."

Stanley choked on his words, he couldn't even think straight.

"How- how did you get here? I never, I- I couldn't fix it." His eyes began to fill with tears and he held on tighter to Stanford's face.

Ford pulled him into a tight hug, which was eagerly reciprocated.

"You did fix it, Stan," he reassured his brother, "You brought me back, you just forgot."

Stan pulled back and looked at Ford, confused.

Ford continued, "You were doing so well last night, I don't know what happened."

"But... I couldn't even find the other journals," Stan insisted.

Ford nodded, "I know, Dipper found them, remember?"

"...Dipper? Ain't that the name of Shermie's grandbaby? I think I was at the birth. How long ago was that?"

"Yes, the twins, Dipper and Mabel." Standford's tone was soft and reassuring, "They live here, they're up in the attic right now."

Stan groaned and rubbed his eyes, "Darn kids, they keep breakin' that window up there."

"Yes!" Ford exclaimed and grabbed Stan by the shoulders excitedly, "They keep breaking the window!"

Stan looked at his twin like he was crazy. "What, are you rootin' for em or something? You're the one that gave her the crossbow." He rolled his eyes, annoyed.

Stanford laughed, "I sure did." He embraced Stan in a hug once again.

"How's your headache today?" he asked.

"Still bad," Stan replied. He looked down at the wet floor and laughed, "I could use another coffee."

[ikamigami]

HOT TAKE

New Moon was grieving a version of Solar he created in his own mind.

New Moon barely knew Solar. Even if he knew that he ran away from his dimension cause his Moon tired to kill him New Moon never seemed to realize how much traumatised Solar was. Nothing implies that they talked about Solar's trauma.

I remember how I complained that Solar seems to be a not good influence on New Moon because of how much a yes-man he was. But only now I realized that it was probably a trauma response from Solar. That he tried to be as helpful and productive as possible for New Moon so the latter wouldn't be disappointed in him. Or that he was agreeing and went along with most of New Moon's ideas so the latter would be happy. Or that he always tried to calm New Moon down and stir him from getting too caught up in anger because New Moon's anger reminded him too much of his Moon. Solar was probably scared to oppose New Moon hence why he so often agreed with him or with his ideas.

This is why when New Moon went missing Solar wnet into a panic mode and even if he was mean to Sun he indeed wanted Sun to be safe because who knows what could've happen with Moon being missing and potentially being violent or feral.

You may think that I'm exaggerating but why Solar should trust New Moon? Just because he's nice-r than his Moon? When Solar saw how New Moon acts when he's angry. And when Moon was missing Solar couldn't know for sure if he's angry or not because he wasn't there with him.

Solar likes New Moon but we can't and shouldn't forget that it was tainted with fear. Fear of being a disappointment. Maybe not many people realized that because these feelings of Solar's were unspoken. We could only clued it together from hints. It was more of a show don't tell thing.

And this were comes my hot take. New Moon only knows this ever helpful and agreeing with him Solar. Not a Solar who doesn't want to be a disappointment. Not a Solar who is afraid of angry Moon. Because Solar was never vulnerable around him. He was only vulnerable around Lunar and Earth.

I think that yes, New Moon misses Solar because he was his friend and a brother. But I think that he's probably missing that Solar was agreeing with him, was allowing him to do experiments and all that stuff. After all, New Moon said how much he's fed up with others telling him that he can't do this or that. Solar wasn't like that.

"You're not my Solar" might reflect more how New Moon perceived Solar rather than who Solar actually was. After all, a hallucination of Solar was disappointed in Moon. Solar wasn't.. or rather he never said he was. And he probably wouldn't dare to say that.

And I think that Solar told Sun and Moon that he's proud of them because of how much he was happier with them. He could live with both of them. New Moon wasn't constantly yelling at him and beating him to unconsciousness. And Sun was alive and safe. And all three of them could finally spend time together.

But all of this still doesn't erase Solar's trauma and the fact how he was acting towards Sun and Moon was recflecting his trauma caused by his Sun's death and his Moon's abuse. We can't and shouldn't forget that. This is what shaped Solar's friendship with New Moon as being more of a yes-man - which I think wasn't helping New Moon to change for the better (in a sense so New Moon wouldn't be too self-centered) and in fact I think that Earth did more to help New Moon than Solar did but that's beside the point of this post.

And because of such complexity of Solar's relationship with New Moon I dislike solarmoon ship because most of the time their dynamic is depicted far differently from what is in canon and most of the time they're ooc and most of the time their dynamic in this ship is flat and one-dimensional. It lacks this really important nuance and sadly I don't see people ever aknowledging that.

It's okay for anyone to like this ship and ship solarmoon but I dislike how many people just view Solar's and New Moon's relationship through shipping lenses completely stripping away the complexity of it. Many don't even seem to realize that if they infact were infatued with each other it'd be unhealthy relationship till they'd address Solar's trauma.

And ofc I'm talking only about these solarmoon shippers who confuse canon with their headcanons. Who only view Solar's relationship with New Moon through shipping lenses. Who don't aknowledge the complexity of it in canon. And sadly I've seen many times solarmoon being depicted in this flat one-dimensional ooc way.

[threepoint14art]

Day 6: Fankid.

My children will be happier than I was. My children will be better siblings than we ever were.

surprise! owynn fankids! yay :) Fankids for our ship of owynn x loon x red, AKA what we lovingly title "worlds worst throuple" lmao Their names are Lila and Asiri!

Lila is the brown haired one, she got her animal from red (cicada) and her hair color from loon. Her name is a family tradition thing from red, since Red's guardian is named mauve, color themed! Asiri is the purple haired one, she got her animal from loon (ladybug) and her hair color from Owynn, her name means smile in quechua :)

Their earrings correspond to their blood colors! Lila has a green earring with a little alien since shes interested in those, and Asiri has a yellow sun earring

They both dress in a really simple manner with tshirts or sweatpants, and i think it's a nice way to show that they are comfortable and happy. I make owynn use loose clothes when hes at his worst (hoodies and sweatpants and whatnot) and then over-dress himself when hes compensating (suit and tie, leather jackets, etc), so he never really dresses comfy and feels good about it. These two dressing "lazyly"/ in a simple way and not feeling wrong while playing and being happy is a nice way to showcase how his children are happier than he was, and that he broke the cycle.

On the siblings part of the equation, his girls are really close, they play together and are attached at the hip. Owynn's relationship with his brother is much more strained. They were really close when they were smaller but since vincent was older and also lived in a horrible house, he left once he had the chance and didn't take Owynn with him. Once Vincent was more stable and came back to try and help (repent?) Owynn already hated his fucking guts. The sadness of being left by his big brother was replaced with just raw hatred, how dare he leave? how dare he not live the same way he does? why would he come back? just to rub it in his face that he has actually made a life out of himself while he rotted in the same stupid house? He starts antagonizing him every chance he has, which is laughably easy given the guy is ridden with guilt and depressed. And he wishes he could find it in him to forgive and forget, he wishes he could simply get over him not showing his face when owynn was half fucking mauled to death or in any other of the situations that have happened to him. But he can't, at least not truly. And without the strain of a horrible household, his children will have the bond he wishes they had.

On the subject of their animals: Cicadas are often associated with the act of being reborn or renewed. They represent change and a new begining. A new life now in the sun instead of trapped in the dark and cold underground. ladybugs are said to bring good luck and be "holy", Farmers would pray to Virgin Mary to prevent their crops from being destroyed by pests, and when ladybugs did just that they were titled the bug of the lady or the bug of Mary. Ladybugs are pest control. The reason neither of them are scorpions like Owynn, is because scorpions don't really tend to have any positive connotations (and Owynn himself is acutely aware of that). In the bible they are often associated with a great evil alongside snakes, a simile to wicked people (Ezekiel 2:6), enemies (Luke 10:19), cruelty (Revelation 9:10) and are in some versions present in the locust plague of egypt (despite them not being locusts, but yknow old book and all) Scorpions, even the non lethal ones (like owynn) are nuisance pests. meaning that more than a danger they are just a nuisance. A sore sight for the eyes and a creature that you simply don't like. Because why would you? Even if it can't do serious damage to you it looks monstrous, even if its not deadly it can hurt you and it crawls like vermin. Pests are meant to be erradicated. So them NOT being scorpions is good for owynn's brain because he's kind of insane about being one ^^

And that's it :D bonus of the first ever time i conjured up the designs for those two lol

[pirateeznet]

Secret Admirer Masterlist

You turn the envelope round and round in your hands. You don't know who it's from, all that's scrawled over the top is 'Your Secret Admirer'. But something about the uncertainty of it all makes your heart race and your cheeks warm.

Welcome to Ateez Pirate Ship's Valentine's event! Very similar to Secret Santa, 10 of our authors have been exchanging anonymous messages to create a fic catered to them specifically!

Now without further ado, please enjoy this fine selection of fics!

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[Masterlist will be updated as each story posts - Updated 10/03/24]

@flurrys-creativity

Aut viam inveniam aut faciam

Pairing: Jung Yunho x Song Mingi

Genre: Light Academia AU, Fluff, s2l, Romance

Rating: PG-13, sfw

Warnings: Mingi is a clumsy physics professor, Yunho is a collected Latin professor, pining, Yunho falls first and Mingi falls harder, lots of Latin phrases, one kabedon, one kiss

Wordcount: 1.6k

Summary: Two professors, who couldn't be more different, fated to meet each other and slowly grow closer than they dared to hope for.

For: @limjaeseven

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@staytinyville

Twin Flames

Pairing: Seonghwa x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Fantasy, Historical, Twin Flames

Rating: PG-13, sfw

Warnings: Blood, Murder, Revenge

Wordcount: 6.6k

Summary: In a world where magic exists, you had creatures that were created in order to help those who were able to harness the power of the sun and the moon. Each creature has a special connection with their creators. Those created by Witches were followers of the moon. And those created by Faeries were with the sun. However for some creatures, they were connected to their creators on a much deeper meaning. 

For: @flurrys-creativity

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@daesukiii

Sincerity

Pairing: Yunho x Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff, E2L, School setting (unspecified)

Rating: PG-13, sfw

Warnings: Cursing, Kissing

Wordcount: 4k

Summary: Getting flowers from a secret admirer was the highlight of your week. But with a certain blonde student disrupting your every day, things may change.

For: @hotteoki

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@hotteoki

Change of Heart

Pairing: Wooyoung x Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff, S2L, Arranged marriage, Mediveal era

Rating: PG-13, sfw

Warnings: Cursing

Wordcount: 5k

Summary: When you're forced into an unwilling, arranged marriage where your husband is decided by a competition with three contests, will a stranger be able to find his way into your life to befriend you and turn your future around?

For: @daesukiii

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@limjaeseven

Sacrifice

Pairing: Yeosang x Hongjoong

Genre: Angst, Fantasy

Rating: PG-13, sfw

Warnings: Death, Guns, Supernatural violence, Extremely inaccurate vampires, Bad worldbuilding

Wordcount: 2.6k

Summary: Hongjoong thought he'd spend his time in the military facing the barrel of a gun, not sharp teeth.

For: @potatomountain

NSFW

@yourfatherlucifer

Sticky Situation

Pairing: Ghoul!Hongjoong x afab!reader

Genre: Smut, Paranormal AU

Rating: R, nsfw

Warnings: NSFW MDNI, messy intercourse, slight stalking, dumbification, slime/goo play, ghost stuff, mention of death, aphrodisiac cum, rough sex.

Wordcount: 1.6k

Summary: After receiving a dare from your friends, you went into the ‘haunted’ mansion as everyone says, but is it really haunted though? Something is watching you..

For: @stardragongalaxy

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@mingsolo

So Good For Us

Pairing: Hongjoong x Reader x San

Genre: Established Relationship, Poly, Smut

Rating: R, NSFW

Warnings: Alcohol, Unprotected Sex, Cum Play, Cursing, Sub/Dom, Oral

Wordcount: 4k

Summary: Back at home from your anniversary dinner, your boyfriends reveal a very special surprise that would turn your night into a ocassion you won't forget anytime soon.

For: @sanjoongie

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Just for Tonight

Pairing: Mingi x Reader

Genre: E2L, Smut, One night stand

Rating: R, NSFW

Warnings: Oral (f receiving), protected sex, multiple orgasms

Wordcount: 3.8k

Summary: Public parties weren't your thing but for your best friend you could tolerate a dance club- even go home with someone for the night. Mingi was determined to make sure that was him, and after a little push from a hot stranger, you decided just for tonight you would give him a shot.

For: @mingsolo

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@sanjoongie

When the Sea and the Mountain Meet

Pairing: Yunho x Reader

Genre: Smut, Angst, Fluff, Norse mythology au, Njord and Skaldi au, Mythology retelling au, Royal au, Medieval au, Historical au

Rating: R, NSFW

Warnings: mentions of parent's death, mentions of someone falling deathly ill, hand kink HELLO, fingering (f), wall sex, penetrative sex with no barrier, nipple play, big dick! yunho

Wordcount: 5k

Summary: Upon your father's murder, a council allows you to choose a husband as recompense--based on what his hands look like. Yunho, a prince of the sea, and you, a princess of the mountains, are as opposite as you can get, so can you make the marriage work?

For: @staytinyville

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@stardragongalaxy

Hearts Aligned

Pairing: Hongjoong x Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Established relationship

Rating: R, NSFW

Warnings: Dom Hongjoong, mentions of punishment and biting, praise kink

Wordcount: 5k

Summary: Its early in the relationship, but a calling from Hongjoong to his home office has some surprises in store.

For: @yourfatherlucifer

[smallnico]

Asks are back on the menus boys!

Hopefully I'm not repeating any of these but I think I might be, sorry. I'm on mobile and trying to memorize numbers which is something I'm not good at 5,6,13,26

asks are ALWAYS on the menu!! >:3 thank u for giving me an excuse to feast!!

and no, you're good! none of these are repeated. i also feel you on the memorizing numbers thing, i'm awful at it too, i literally need to repeat them aloud to myself on a constant loop so i don't forget them while i'm on mobile. :p

5. Describe their idle animations!

at camp, esper is usually either doing ballet drills to practice their form and flexibility, polishing their weapons, playing their lyre idly (doing the magic scanning thing i mentioned), or doing maintenance on their training dummy full of swords. sometimes you'll see them shielding their eyes from the sun like minthara does. if you're paying attention you can also catch them twitching or clenching their fist or rubbing their wrists -- that's the urge. you'll also hear them humming a little lullaby to themself, which is their main mindfulness tool when they're feeling agitated.

on the road, if you're standing still, esper will start stretching and loosening up so they're ready for a fight if one happens, or they'll be visibly listening to their surroundings and gathering information, especially if there are people around.

6. How would the player go about meeting them in Act 1? What is their introduction?

you run into esper near the crash site, already covered in blood and standing over a body that they've clearly taken clothes off of. they flag you down and ask if you're another survivor from the ship. they're cagey with information, admit that they have something squirming behind their eye and that they don't remember anything from before the ship. you can do the usual introductions and invitations to tag along, to which they'll be pleasantly surprised and introduce themself as "... sper. esper. i think."

but of course, if you pass a passive perception check, you'll notice that the body you found them with is looking a lot more Lacerated than the others you've seen near the crash site, and you can examine it using medicine or investigation. you can figure out that this person didn't die in the crash, they Were Killed, and you can point this out somewhere before esper explains their situation. they'll be straightforward and say that yes, they think they killed this person, but they don't remember doing it -- and an insight check reveals that they're actually Not Lying. to which other party members or you can nominate the tadpole as an explanation or tell them you'll be keeping an eye on them, which they'll meet with a little bow and say thank you, before introducing themself properly.

13. What is your Tav’s main color palette? Why do they choose those colors?

mostly black, lmao. i stylize a bit in my art so it looks more purple, but 90% of what esper wears is black fabric or leather and grey metal (and cobra-toned and earth toned yuan-ti scale mail!). for this one i'll explain using some party banter i wrote:

Esper: Astarion, do you know a good way to get viscera out of clothes? Astarion: Good table manners certainly help. Esper: But half the fun of spilling blood and tearing into flesh is the reckless carnality of it, the warmth of it dripping down your neck, into your -- Esper: (coughs) Um. Sorry. Astarion: ... Congratulations, I'm speechless. Do go on, dear. Shadowheart: You're both so disgusting. Astarion: To answer your question from before, salt in cold water does wonders, if you can't use magic. Astarion: Dare I ask what you've been doing instead? Esper: Wearing dark colours. Astarion: Mhm... that would explain the smell.

... all this to say, esper likes dark colours because they hide bloodstains better. very practical. they also feel silly and self-conscious in brighter colours. they don't like drawing too much undue attention to themself, and since they already stand out so much visually, they don't like to double down on that.

26. Give us one of your Tav’s secrets!

oh, where to start? apart from the obvious -- murder urges, bhaalist history, etc., all that is a pretty big secret. but i want to share some bonus esper trivia instead, so here you go, have many secrets:

esper is claustrophobic, especially when they're by themself. they don't know why, but it's because they spent a portion of their childhood locked in a dungeon alone except for people who occasionally came in to try and kill them. the brain forgets, but the body remembers.

they're also afraid of mirrors. they don't like looking at their own reflection outside of themself, it makes them feel dissociative, and they swear they can see Someone Else staring back through their eyes.

esper really relaxes if someone they trust is grooming them -- brushing their hair, cleaning their nails, that kind of thing. they really like having their hair tugged in a specific spot as an extension of this, because they used to have long hair they needed someone else to braid and maintain for them.

they have pointy teeth but they also have naturally tough and pointed nails. they start clipping them short after alfira.

they're fully nose-blind to the smell of death and gore. they do not notice it.

esper can literally hear lies and emotions. one of the things they were trained to do from childhood was tune into the passive magic in the world around them to listen for and interpret the "ripples" caused by people going about their business. they can also use this skill to hone in on where people are directing their attentions. this is the main tool they use to tailor their people-pleasing approach, but they also use it to be nosy. it's how they navigate the world without memories or morals or empathy.

they can also use this ability to manipulate people's emotions or redirect their attentions using very subtle magic, it just takes a bit of practice for them to remember how.

esper is missing some organs and bits of organs after their necromancer adventure. kressa took a kidney and a big chunk out of their liver in particular, since they're totally fucked from a lifetime of drinking poison (drow move), and now esper is a lightweight who gets sick from a small amount of alcohol or poison, and their constitution is kind of a hit or a miss lmao.

they're also missing some ribs for the same reason -- kressa took those as a souvenir. part of why i almost always draw esper wearing a corset or brace around their waist is because they're trying to compensate for an imbalance they feel in their muscle memory and to take some of the structural support strain off of their abs.

(yes, they've tried it. they didn't like it.)

[pjunicornart]

Sharing the angst. And a joint.

THIS IS NOT SHIP ART, SO DO NOT TAG IT AS SUCH! FTF! Wilbur and DR! Lewis sharing a joint and experiences with their parents. This AU Wilbur is from a fanfic on fanfiction.net. It reminds me of my own teenage experience... Ah, bad memories...

Credits FtF! Wilbur -> From the fanfic "From the Future" written by microscope on fanfiction.net. DR! Lewis -> From the fanfic "Discovery-Recovery" written by me on AO3.

Inspo -> Don't You Dare Forget the Sun by Get Scared - A classic for edgy phases everywhere.

You never knew your mind was dark.

[howlingday]

I know this is playing with fire but I like Bumbleby but I accept that people like Black Sun more. Im glad to let people ship what they want mostly (we don't people who ship characters with thier parnets seriously in the eyes) but sometimes when people talk about how Black Sun should have happen it sounds like they think Sun in entitled to Blake because of everything he did and it makes me uncomfortable. Is that weird? Am I being a toxic wasp?

HOW DARE Y- Nah, you're fine. But I can see where you're coming from when people say "Black Sun should have happened" and I can agree with what they mean. Although, I can also see the whole 'Sun being entitled to Blake' thing as a real thing happening and it being the wrong way to go about the situation.

The thing about Black Sun being canon was the simple fact that, for a time, that's where it looked like the series was going. Sun has been nothing but helpful to Blake since his introduction, she felt mutual feelings of interest in Sun during Volume 3, and they even got the whole "Dad doesn't like you but Mom does" trope in Volume 5 that kinda made the whole thing cute, not to mention all the things he does to help Blake in Volume 5.

Now, I'd say you would be a toxic wasp if you were skulking around to Black Sun posts, posting things like "BMBLB IS BETTER" or "THIS IS CRINGE BECAUSE IT'S NOT CANON" or things like that just to harass people into shipping what you yourself are shipping.

If you believe that Sun was entitled to Blake for some vapid and translucent reason, then yeah, I'd say you should be uncomfortable. However, I believe that Black Sun should have happened because that's what canon was telling me was happening. And while we're on the subject of canon, you know how the novels had Sun getting backlash for ditching his team? You know who didn't get ANY backlash for ditching her team? Not even from her partner, who was the most devastated by her absence? Blake. If we're throwing shade, don't forget to toss it on the literal shadow of RWBY. Mic drop, mid-air catch, reminder that you're free to think and do as you like so long as you aren't hurting anyone. Unplug mic, stow for later.

And don't forget to keep up the good work!

[noa-de-cajou]

Day 28 : Falling in love / primitive

Dream (the goddess) belongs to @corneille-but-not-the-author

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Love isn't a gentle thing.

It’s something that, if twisted enough, loses itself into violence. I witnessed that with my own eyes. The scars on my cheek remind me of it every day, should I forget. I don't know what love is if not violence.

I don't believe in love at first sight, either.

Yet love starts with the scratching.

I don’t understand how the elf and my sister got this close, this fast, but what does it matter? Soon enough, she'll be gone. Just like the others.

Or so I thought, because a month goes by. Then three. Nepheli’s still there. She even becomes the ship’s official doctor.

What on earth is Leonova thinking?

She’s useful, is the only explanation she gives when I raise my concerns.

Useful? No, she’s not.

She's in the way. Reckless and stubborn and stupidly hopeful and I have to be there to make sure she doesn't get herself killed. I need to keep her safe. Or Leo will have my head.

So I'm the one using my corrupted form to fight until I collapse.

Either I'm brought back and then I'll keep enduring it all, or no one reaches me in time and it’s probably for the better.

I open my eyes. I’m back.

The one staring at me is not Leo. It's her. Covered in sweat and blood and grime and looking relieved. She brought me back. I didn't think someone other than my sister could.

I don't understand why she would do this. Everyone is afraid of what I could do to them in this form. No one wants to touch me when I'm corrupted. No one. And I was hoping it would stay that way. She should have left me there. She shouldn’t have brought me back. She… gets closer to my face and she looks like she’s going to cry or slap me or both.

Don't you dare look at me like that.

Then I hear it.

The scratching.

Barely noticeable. Like nails on wood.

I ignore it.

She’s always the one who revives me after battle now. She hates it, I can tell, but I'm not going to complain. A doctor must do their job, after all.

But she doesn’t just do her job. Every time, she stays with me until the corruption is healed. She makes sure I'm comfortable, never leaves my side before I’m back to normal.

And every time, the scratching gets a little louder.

When I teach her how to swim and she looks at the stars and asks all the right questions and my answers come as easy as breathing.

Scratching, peeling at something, frenetically.

When I sit next to her at dinner and she's fiddling with her fish and picking out the parts she doesn’t like. It’s kind of endearing to watch.

Scratching, trying to feel the sun, hungering for it.

When she goes out at night to do little dances on the deck because she can't sleep. She’s good, but I feel like this isn't something for other eyes to see, so I stay hidden. And I try not to stare.

Scratching, reaching out through the hole in the clouds, like a moth to a flame.

I always caught myself before stepping over the ledge before. I thought that's how it worked. That if I was careful enough, if I moved with caution, it could be avoided like you avoid a blade in battle.

But it can’t.

Because the blade is already there, right in the middle of your ribcage, the beast is already sleeping in the hole carved under your heart. With one eye open. Waiting. Scratching.

Until she’s next to me on the pier and we drank too much wine and her head’s on my shoulder and the scratching gets so loud and it finally breaks through and suddenly I understand why they say “fall” in love

Because the realization makes me topple over into myself, right into the thought

I’m in love with Ether.

And the feeling turns me into a raw wound.

It claws at my insides and bites my lungs and bangs against my ribs and stretches my stomach and itches the inside of my mouth like it's too big for my body to contain like it wants to unravel my skin and make it so that I'm nothing but a vulnerable exposed beating heart

But it doesn't want to attack

It wants to be taken care of

It wants to speak

It wants to be loved back

But it can't, it can't

It can’t be loved how it loves her

It shouldn't love her

And I hate it, the way it longs to touch her hair and hold her tight and take her hand and run far, far away from all of this, the way it yearns for her presence and how it wants to make her smile, the way it would do anything for her, not because it’s forced to but because it wants to and it burns, it burns

But she laughs and teases me and it feels like cool water and the beast calms down, it’s soothed, content, only I know it's going to tear me apart as soon as she’s gone.

Love isn’t gentle. But Ether is.

Only a kind person would cry this much upon the perfectly reasonable gesture that is stabbing me.

I take the scissors out. Blood spills out on the floor but the beast isn’t dead. It’s never scratched this strong. It's never cried this loud.

The only thing louder are the silent sobs wrecking Ether’s shoulders.

Run.

Please.

Don't go down with me.

And she does and she escaped and I hope a part of me left with her before I pass out.

But I wake up. Again. Leonova hurls profanities at me, for not stopping Ether, for going down so easily, that she thought me more loyal, I don’t even bat an eye.

We both know we didn’t deserve her.

The years after this are cold, lonely, just how they should be.

Until we get hurt and someone else arrives to help. Says she’s the goddess of Dreams. I thought a goddess would look less frail. I thought that if goddesses had a draconic form, it wouldn’t be this small and adorable.

My sister avoids her, all the more reason for me to spend time with her. She’s nice to be around. It feels nice to talk to somebody that isn’t a prison wall or a sister who's slowly going insane or the mediocre company in my own head.

She’s kind, and I missed kindness. She's warm, and I missed warmth.

I missed it. That's all.

…

There’s a tiny, scratching sound at the back of my head.

Like nails on wood.

[lilithfairen]

Shit RWDE Says: "Up Yours, Queerphobes" Edition

I've been tempted to do "Shit RWDE Says" posts for a while, but collating such posts seemed like such a expense of time. Until now, where RWDE is giving us the perfect opportunity to see just how deeply they despise a queer relationship for existing in fiction and how much they hate and blame queer people for a cartoon and the romance between two women.

So let us begin the MKRY~

"We kept downplaying the growing relationship between Blake and Yang, while treating every interaction between Blake and Sun as absolute proof of romance, but you're the ones eating scraps."

"How can we insinuate that sapphic women are horrible people for loving each other? Let's pretend they don't care about anyone else just because they care about each other!"

"The worst wlw ships are the canon ones, because what if they actually express love and affection for each other instead of a man?"

"Let's not forget the real victim here: A MAN."

"I am so pissed off over the existence of a sapphic relationship that my brain completely shuts out 99% of the show in order to pretend that the plot is being ignored."

"Those stupid queer folks and their stupid ships, not caring about good storytelling like us folks."

"All fictional worlds must have queer folks angst about being queer. Also it's your fault that tender embraces each other or flat-out tackle-hugging and cuddling or blushing at each other are all things homophobes don't register as 'romantic' when it's between two women."

"I see no problem with comparing a sapphic relationship to this."

"I am so offended by the idea of a sapphic relationship that I fail to listen to a character openly, plainly, and bluntly explaining the circumstances."

"I am the same person who still cannot register something a character openly, plainly, and bluntly explained because I am just that pissed off at two women kissing."

"I cannot stand the idea that the creator of the series planned to include a queer relationship in their story. Who in their right mind would make anything except for what I approve of?"

"I live in a world where saying a creator will do something they obviously never will means that they're going to do that exact thing. Also I am an idiot."

"This relationship is poorly written because Yang doesn't carry a grudge about something Blake already addressed all the way back in V6. Also, as an Adam Taurus stan, I believe Blake should be guilt-tripped and shamed by her love interest." (Really, this comes from an Adam stan. Are you surprised?)

"God, a woman being attracted to another woman? what the fuck."

"I cannot wrap my head around women having romantic feelings."

"Blake rightfully belongs to Sun and the only reason he doesn't get her is the worst part of the fandom, i.e. queer folks!"

"If I ignore Blake and Yang having the hots for each other since V7, then it doesn't count at all! I only register heterosexuality!"

"In reality, I was constantly being brought new courses from the waiters, but ignoring it because I had arbitrarily decided that only one specific course constituted as dinner at this one specific restaurant (but none of the other restaurants I enjoy, mind you)."

"I, who have been whining about Bumbleby and bee fans and how Sun has totally been wronged all day long, am now registering people expressing their glee and delight over the episode in the same fashion that I register all of Blake and Yang's interactions. Which is to say, desperate denial."

"Let us repeat: The real victims here are men at the hands of those awful writers and queer folks oppressing us Blacksun shippers!"

"We who demanded that a woman belong to a man who repeatedly offended her and refused to respect her wishes are now declaring other people to be disrespectful and entitled!"

"No matter how much I claim otherwise, I hate how two women confessed their love to each other and would skip over it in subsequent rewatches to pretend it never happened."

"How dare a woman not give a man who stabbed her in the stomach, cut off her friend's arm, and gaslighted her the trust and respect he's entitled to!"

"I totally don't hate sapphic relationships, but Blake and Yang's relationship clearly received undue focus in V9! Which is to say, any whatsoever."

"I am a blithering queerphobic asshat who genuinely believes no one would ever write a sapphic relationship unless it was purely out of desperation. (And thank goodness the person I sent this ask to doesn't give a shit about that!)"

"People become worse people when they aren't heterosexual!"

"Poor writing is when I cannot register anything characters do other than their queer relationship because I'm so pissed off at them being queer!"

"Me, a person with Real Taste, have ignored literally every element of two characters and their relationship except for their colours."

"Queer people aren't queer unless they loudly and explicitly state that they are queer at the earliest possible time! And no, it doesn't count if they openly express their attraction to each other!"

"THERE IS NO TEXT BIG, BOLD, OR UPPERCASE ENOUGH TO HIGHLIGHT MY DISPLEASURE THAT CREATORS OF A SHOW ARE ALLOWED TO MAKE CONTENT I DISAPPROVE OF AND THEN LET PEOPLE SHOW THEIR LOVE OF SAID CONTENT THROUGH A T-SHIRT OF LESBIANS RIDING A BEE. BECAUSE CLEARLY THE ONLY REASON ANY CREATOR WOULD WRITE A SAPPHIC RELATIONSHIP IS TO SELL T-SHIRTS."

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🍄❄️ 🦴 gday banshee

DJ!!! Afternooon <3

🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings

Oh god uh. I love the idea of Sakura & Ino keeping their competitiveness even when they get together! With much less vitriol involved, of course, but like. Competing over who's team will pass the Chuunin exams first when they're both Jounin instructors - stuff like that.

❄️ ⇢ what's your dream theme/plot for a fic, and who would write it best?

SO this depends on the fandom! For BNHA which I don't read a huge amount for anymore I love stories that deal with Izuku's stalkerish tendencies! I don't really have a dream author I think, because I've read a few already and most of them were great! I'd just like to see more.

For ATEEZ I just want more fics that deal with the lore! More specifically: I don't like the direction the lore headed with Golden Hour, and so I'd love to see a fic that took the lore the direction I thought it was going to head - with ATEEZ heading back to World A after destroying the chromer & immediately trying to figure out how to prevent World A from becoming World Z. Like, okay, I know this was unrealistic because this IS coming from a corporation and what corporation would ever write actual rebellion and anarchy in a way that actually works, but I had hopes!! I have no real dream writer for this either, mainly because I have already internalised that if I want to read this I'm going to have to write it myself.

Oh also Gothic horror. I'd just love to see more people writing Gothic horror in general.

🦴 ⇢ is there a piece of media that inspires your writing? 

Oh, SO many. You have opened pandora's box.

Music/MVS: - Sweet Juice, Purple KIss - Phantom, WayV - Don't Stop, Ateez (unfortunately this MV only exists in 480p now) - Halazia, Ateez - The World Ep.1: Movement, Ateez - Guilty, Taemin - Blood, Sweat & Tears, BTS - Deja Vu, Dreamcatcher - Chill Kill, Red Velvet - Animal Farm, Bibi - Grand Romantic Life, Mom Rock - Don't You Dare Forget The Sun, Get Scared - Cradle, The Joy Formidable - Thumbs, Sabrina Carpenter - Six Feet, Patent Pending

Books: - The Gloaming, Kirsty Logan - Wilder Girls, Rory Power - The Raven Cycle, Maggie Stiefvater - The Lord of the Rings, J.R.R. Tolkien - Frankenstein, Mary Shelley - Dragonsbane, Patricia C. Wrede - The Hunger Games, Suzanne Collins

Shows/Movies: - Addams Family (original tv series + 1990s movies) - The Magicians - The Untamed - The Sandman - The Witcher - All Of Us Are Dead - Castlevania - Derry Girls - Hotel del Luna - Spirited Away - Princess Mononoke - She-ra - Violet Evergarden

Misc: - Betrayal at the House on the Hill (board game) - Outlaw Kings and Rebellion Chic by Alister MacQuarrie - The poetry of Siegfried Sassoon, but especially Glory of Women and The Hero

All of this is just off the top of my head, or stuff I could look over at my bookshelf and go "oh yeah, that" about. I'm sure there's a lot more that's inspired me in my life, including probably half of the stuff we read and watched in high school — The Great Gatsby, Atonement, Pride & Prejudice, Macbeth etc — but this is the stuff memorable enough to stay with me!

There's also an incredibly large amount of fanfiction that changed my life once I read it, and so many that I've literally sent to friends with the caption "I want to write like this". So to other fanfic authors: I love you.

Writers truth or dare asks!