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"One trader named Andrew Myrick is famous for his refusal to provide credit to Dakota people by saying, 'If they are hungry, let them eat grass.' // There are variations of Myrick’s words, but they are all something to that effect. // When settlers and traders were killed during the Sioux Uprising, one of the first to be executed by the Dakota was Andrew Myrick. // When Myrick’s body was found, / his mouth was stuffed with grass. // I am inclined to call this act by the Dakota warriors a poem."

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"so are you ovulating?" || ningning x succubus!reader

notes: i actually wrote this fairly quick, but finding the right pics for the moodbaoard actually pissed me off erm.. but first of all FIRST NINGNING FIC WE CHEERED (a/n i forgot to say this was a part two of the succubus!reader thing soooo here’s the link!)

cw: tail sex (kinda), succubus!reader, top!ning, bottom!reader, mentions of a singular man

wc: 4k

after the ‘feeding on your unnie’ incident that had happened a few months ago, your performance was phenomenal. with all that energy you gained from that one night, plus some extra other nights following from then with jimin unnie, it was as if your every move, every note and every emotion was amplified by tenfold. you were on fire and the audience could feel your passion for performance burning brightly with every stage you did.

your mentors and managers commented on how energetic you had been for the past couple of months, how your performances were absolutely phenomenal, the knetz weren’t on your ass - which was surprising since almost half of them were all the time. the western fans said that you were, quote on quote,“serving cunt” in the recent solo weverse live you did… whatever that meant. even your own members were surprised at how active you were throughought day and night. 

but like everything in life, things weren’t bound to stay all too well.

a few days ago you tripped on stage, and to make matters worse, it was in front of your fans. the audience heard a small little thud and spotted you on the ground looking at the ceiling for a few seconds before you stood up embarrassingly. luckily this was the first take, you had other opportunities to do your very best with the smidge of energy you had left. 

knowing your fans, particularly your stans - either they’d make a meme out of you spacing out on the floor, or, they’d spam hashtags all over twitter saying “SM PROTECT YOUR ARTIST” or something around those lines.

not only did that happen, but whilst you were preparing to record your lines in the studio, that familiar pain you would get whenever you were starved from energy came back ten times worse; it felt like you were being pierced in the stomach.

jimin noticed your pained expression and squeezed your shoulder in reassurance as she entered the recording room, but it kind of translated wrong in your head, causing you to moan out loud into the mic in front of your directors - not to mention you could hear yourself through the headphones echo. jimin chuckled lightly “what’s up with you?” then left the room a moment afterwords.

fast forward to the present day. a mundane and repetitive one. you had a photoshoot early in morning and a small meeting sometime in the afternoon and then you were free to do whatever you wanted afterwards. you thought that maybe some vocal lessons later in the evening would distract you, but you were pretty sure your vocal teacher was out with his husband drinking today. good on him, it buys you more alone time, and alone time makes you think about what to do about your situation. 

on to more pressing matters, aka your raging desire for sex. 

it randomly hit you hard while walking back from the company to your local seven eleven. you thought to distract yourself with buying a sweet treat for everyone, but instead you began to feel dizzy “ouh.. this isn’t good” there wasn’t a bunch of groupies following you around the block to your own misfortune, and it was still bright outside.so what was there to do about that urge?

it’s not like you could message jimin unnie out of the blue and ask to fuck. where was the decorum? plus you’re in the middle of promotions, what if you drain too much energy that she’s unable to perform the next day.

and it also didn’t help that your internal monologue was fucking you up.

“shit, do i just ask the manager to… NO- ew what the hell am i thinking? he’s way older than me. nevermind. why did i think about that jesus christ.” 

your options were slim. it was either wait for night, go to the practice rooms and prey on a cute trainee, with consent of course - or go ask jimin unnie again and risk exhausting her even though you just started promotions… 

you wondered who was at home right now.

you recalled ning going straight back home as soon as the meeting had finished. you could always ask? i mean she is your unnie after all, it wouldn’t hurt to ask to her. 

ah, but it would be awkward though. it’s not like when jimin unnie walked in on you tweaking out and then you had to shamefully ask her to “help you out”. either way you had to go home and do something about it. being out in the open wouldn’t be good for you anyway. anymore stress and you could lose your mind, probably going out of your way to do something that would be highly illegal, and you wouldn’t wish that on anyone.

–

on the way home you couldn’t suppress your excitement. you had already made up your mind to ask ning if you could, you know, do something nasty. multiple scenes were made up in your head. she could bend you over the table, press you against the wall and limit your restrictions with her pretty hands, or maybe she could shove your head into the pillow and pound into your desperate pussy.

as opposed to jimin, you never caught ning wound up in her own thoughts, nor staring at you in a sexual manner. whether it was pracitce, a stage, any event with the members, or an upcoming show, you had never caught her once. maybe she did look at you while you were dancing promiscuously as a joke. even so, her expressions were so nonchalant that even if she was, you would never be able to tell… though that thought alone excited you even more. who knows what her pretty little head was thinking about.

although jimin said to tell the other members about who you actually were to prevent you from being too awkward to ask your members for help, you refrained from doing so because well… you’re just like that, what else. how were you gonna do it anyway- hold a meeting in your apartment around the dining table and say that you need sex to stay active and alive? then what, they’ll eagerly accept the fact that you literally need to be inside of them, or vice versa, so you can get up on stage and preform as if it was a regular ass day.

those five minutes you spent daydreaming and thinking about telling your members were stopped abruptly by the door in front of you. when did the walk home become so quick.

then you started to think once again. 

would ning be the type of person to go out of their way to help you? yes she’s that type of person, however, does that mean she would willingly want to have sex with you… god, you don’t know her ‘that’ well. you’re close, close as how close a lifetime friend could ever be, but still, things would be weird if she ultimately says no to your request.

“you’ve been staring at the door for an awfully long time y/n. are you coming inside or do you want to stare at the door a little longer?”

fresh out of the shower, yizhuo greets you with a friendly smile followed by a giggle. her towel sticking against her body showing off the curves of her hips. 

oh fuck, why does she have to be wearing that now. 

“did you just finish showering? also, girl… get back inside. what if someone sees you with just a towel on” the aroma of your shampoo wafted through the air “you smell good…” you all were tight on money this month, so you all shared things like perfumes, shampoos, pretty much all products you and the other members owned. each time either one of your members had applied your shampoo, god, you had such perverse thought about them, wanting to ravage them until they couldn’t walk or even stand

“yeah i ran out of mine- and yours was newly opened so you know” she had been looking way too good recently, not saying that she never did look good, but there was something about her that made you feel extra desperate and needy. the wetness between your thighs spoke for themselves

“let’s go in. i need to talk to you quickly before my brain explodes” yizhuo cocked her head in confusion, reluctantly following your lead, closing the door behind her as you walked into your guys’ apartment. 

you followed behind her as she led you to your shared bedroom, looking up because you didn’t want to turn yourself on even more by staring at her ass “wow, the ceiling looked nice. a pretty beige colour… what the hell am i doing” you thought to yourself with a heavy sigh, looking back down and regretting it immediately. you noticed that yizhuo turned around as you locked eyes with the front of her cream coloured bath towel.

as perceptive as yizhuo was, she noticed a little black swish behind your back. she just played it off, too tired from all the practice, so she thought she was hallucinating a tail or something of the sorts.

now, being both the youngest and the least serious members of the group, you rarely ever had a heart to heart. to talk one to one with each other with the tone you had used, yizhuo must’ve thought that there was some topic you couldn’t bring up with the eldest “hey what’s up? it’s been a while since we last talked seriously” her damp hair against her soft looking skin, the fresh scent of soap and the way she looked at you with worry in her eyes. it almost drove you off the edge. she was so tantalising that you almost missed your cue to speak.

“uh- um, you know how we’ve been besties since i came to korea right?”

“yes”

“and you know we said that we’d always tell each other anything right?” you glanced around the room, avoiding her gaze while your fingers unconsciously played with the fabric of her bedsheets.

“yes…?” ning pondered for a while “…are you going to confess your undying love for me, is that what this is?” she cackled.

“WHAT? no, no- i think that might be less shocking than what i’m about to say” you take a deep breath in hopes to stifle the sound emitting from your booming heartbeat “okay so like, hypothetically speaking, would you have sex with any of the four of us?” for a god awful few seconds you sat tensely, waiting for yizhuo to say something. 

“are you trying to redirect my attention from a more important question girl?” her eyes rested on your face, heartily laughing until she released you were being totally serious. 

scratching your arm, you let out a sigh. it would be better to ask her directly wouldn’t it “you don’t need to analyse me like that. i was just saying-”

you could charm her into agreeing, but in the long run you’d feel like a horrible person. charming a person came with moral problems, and you strictly told yourself that you would never do that to a person. ever.  

“yizhuo… can we- can you do me a favour?” your stuttering caught her attention. you simply couldn’t bring yourself to ask, it’s strange out of the blue. 

“mhm mhm, what do you need”

“you”

“me?”

“yes.” with every fibre of your being you held back a variety of different ways to scream out ‘JUST FUCK ME’ biting your lip to help fight back a blush. it’s odd to blurt out ‘im a succubus. let’s have crazy passionate intimate gay sex right here right now’ 

hold on- does she even know you’re a succubus? “listen, it’s going to sound absurd and you probably think i’m not sober, but can you hear me out” it was still weird to outwardly say that you were in fact this demon thing that sucks people dry, literally. saying it to jimin was no easy feat, but you were obviously losing your damn mind that day. and then you have the other two members too? now was not the time to think about what you’d do in the near future, you were hungry and yizhuo was right in front of you, practically naked “are you, by any chance, okay with maybe” your gaze darted around the room before you locked eyes with her “maybe having… sex? maybe?”

“ohhh, okay i see how it is. you’re ovulating” she spoke with a dead serious tone.

you were losing your mind. you couldn’t tell if she was fucking with you or not. but in all honesty, yizhuo did think you looked like you were ovulating with the way your thighs pressed together. yup, ovulating.

your heart began to race as you increasingly became desperate within seconds. you felt feverish, hot to the touch while your head throbbed. almost a whole two months without tending to your needs ended up with you succumbing to the symptoms “please yizhuo. i need you to do something, anything- i feel like i’m gonna die actually” 

“woah woaah, let’s calm down. you’re not gonna die silly. is it just-“ yizhuo paused for a while, coughed and maybe even hesitated to say the word “sex. is that all? it can’t be too bad. plus if it’s with you, i don’t mind…” yizhuo’s words were genuine. it put your mind at ease. 

“you don’t understand though. it’s like… it- i don’t know” you pout at her with the remaining energy left in your body “it’s alright- i’ll ask other people, it’ll be okay” sluggishly pushing yourself off yizhuo’s bed.

“no no, i get it. you wanna relieve stress, i get it” from what you could understand, yizhuo was trying her absolute best, trying to relate with your problem “we’ve all been there. the company doesn’t allow us to go out and meet other idols like that so it was eventually gonna happen. i mea-“

“it’s not about that, yizhuo” your eyes darken, a desperate sigh emitting from your lips “ah, whatever…” with trembling hands, you held yizhuo’s in yours, momentarily silencing her as you sit back down on top of the smooth sheets of her bed “if you’re not okay with doing ‘this’, then will a kiss be okay?” there was a hint of softness to your voice, the rest shrouded with seriousness “it won’t be enough for me, but it’ll keep me… sort of stable” you shut your eyes as you press your forehead against hers, sharing the warmth “please, that’s all i ask for” 

she whispered “a kiss? i can do that. it seems fun.”ning, inches away from kissing you, smiled sheepishly. her gaze drifted briefly towards your lips before finally shutting her eyes  “and if it’s with you i think i’ll be okay”  

you took this as your opportunity to kiss her softly on the lips. a quick peck really. a surge of energy coursed through your veins for half a second before coming to a stop.

that’s all the energy you’ll take from her, and the most you’ll take for the next couple of days “mmm… thank you yizhuo” though it was a sweet couple of seconds before it broke off, the sweetness of her lips left a longing impression on you.

yizhuo asked for “one more kiss?” growing in confidence, she leaned into another, her eyes fluttering shut as she melted into your embrace. though you were unsure, you gave into the moment, savouring her delicate lips. her fingers tentatively reached for your shirt, grabbing you and pulling you in closer. as the kiss intensified, yizhuo’s hands journeyed down your back, directly pushing down so your chests were pressed together “do whatever you want…” her breath hitched as you trailed down kisses from her jaw down to her neck, taking the time and effort to not accidentally leave a huge hickey there. you replied by pushing her back onto the bed, the loose towel that wrapped around body fell apart easily, exposing yizhuo’s pretty tits. she paid no mind, letting you do whatever you pleased. 

“god, you’re so pretty” you climbed onto the bed, straddling yizhuo’s waist as you carefully removed your t-shirt. 

she burned holes through your face, why was she staring so hard all of a sudden? “how are your eyes are pink, y/n” taken aback, she sits up and examines your face. she raised her hand and waved it in front of you “is this thing real?” tilting her head in confusion. 

“it is real- mmh?” a jolt shoots right up through your spine and then down to your core out of nowhere. ning held your sleek black tail, rubbing her fingers against the weird leathery texture, caressing and prodding at your poor flimsy, slightly erect(?) tail, as you let out a soft sigh. “yizhuo…” you mewl pathetically “that- that feels weird”

“does it now?” her tongue darted out, licking the centre of your heart shaped tail with the ever so subtle tug at the corner of her lips “sensitive much” a couple more licks and kisses to your tail and you were pretty much done for. 

time to time you forget that you have some sort of libido increasing, aphrodisiac power. the kiss you two shared may have affected her. well it definitely did. the increase of confidence radiating from the older girl was way different in comparison to her usual self. cause by now you’d expect her to be a little more gentle with you.

flipping positions, yizhuo held you down with her two hands with a devilish look on her face “if it’s sex you want, then i’ll make sure to fuck you till your begging for me to stop” her hand travelled down your tail, stroking it as if she was stroking your dick. never before had someone do something like that to your tail, but my god did it feel so fucking good.

she toyed with it, prodded and poked the tip of it and sucked it with her pretty pink and plump lips. the other hand cupped your chest, fondling over your boobs to get a feel for her own satisfaction “i could get used to this…” being on top of you, she had the advantage to do whatever she desired, and also because you were too weak to move at all “what do you want y/n? want me to fuck you with my tongue or my fingers. you choose”

you chose the latter.

throwing your head back onto the fluffed up pillows, yizhuo waisted no time and went to her destination. not one, but two fingers pushed deep inside of your pussy, stretching you out so good. her lustfully hooded eyes looked down at you, absorbing in the expressions of your pleasure contorted face “how’s it feel? want me to add another for you baby?” 

unable to answer her question with words, you nod eagerly, wanting nothing but her fingers to fill you up. so she did, adding in a third finger since you asked to cutely with that nod of yours. now knuckles deep inside, that same devilish grin spread across her face. you unconsciously buck your hips up, smiling wearily at yizhuo “so.. so deep” your moans urged her to immediately start moving. she started out nice and slow, curling her fingers at different intervals to squeeze out those lovely moans of yours. every thrust, she explored your spongy walls, testing out the waters to see which place hit the best for you. then as time went by, she gradually built up her pace until she came to her desired speed.

three fingered merciselessly pounded hard into your tight cunt, your juices leaking and dripping onto yizhuo’s bedsheets, and the sounds of your wetness leaving the chinese girl in awe. noticing the way your hips began to meet with her speed, her hand that played with your tail slowly slided towards them, holding you down by the stomach “let me do all the work” driven by your moans, she leans down to press a hungry kiss on your lips, then leaving a hot trail of kisses down from your neck and onto your perky nipples.

swirling around the hardened bud on your chest, a guttural moan catches her attention “you like it when i suck on your tits, huh?” her thumb pressed against your swollen clit as she muttered those words, all the while still paying attention to your sensitive tits. she enjoyed the way you tried to wriggle your hips in attempts to move them, and how your hands clutched the sheets with pure desperation. she felt hazy, maybe a little bit tipsy somehow, but all she wanted to do was fuck you until you were screaming her name.

as her fingers continued to slide against your walls, hitting the right spots at an intense speed, you felt a knot form in your stomach. you were so desperate for relief, needing to buck your hips into her palm to get that sweet friction you felt on your clit, but she didn’t allow you to do that; her hand still resting on your stomach to stop you from squirming “yi-yizhuo~” you whined, teary eyes staring at her with a pitiful look “please yizhuo.. r-rub my clit please~”

and who was she to deny you.

though she didn’t do exactly what you wanted, she did something way more better. moving away from your nipples, she lowered herself down onto the bottom of her bed to shove her face right between your thighs. tongue darting out her mouth, she gives a few kitten licks on your clit, savouring the sweet essence of your pussy for a starter. those tiny kitten licks turned into something much more. the tip of her tongue circled against your heat, occasionally wrapping her lips around to give you a quick suck before continuing to lap your soaked folds up to your sensitive clit. 

the stimulation drove your crazy. you never knew that yizhuo was so skilled at this. still thrusting those three fingers inside of your now pulsating cunt, at the hot and wet kisses and licks she left on your clit, she knew - and you knew, that you were on the verge of toppling over the edge. but it wasn’t enough for her “is that good, hm? does my needy baby want me to fuck her harder?” yizhuo somehow had the strength to speed up, fucking your hole as she moans at how well you’re taking her. 

those words vibrated from your core and sent shivers across your spine, leaving goosebumps all over your skin - in which also made you clench around her fingers. 

fuck, it was way too damn good. you felt your legs shaking, jaw opening wide, stomach tightening and that course of hot pleasure travelling through your entire nervous system “close- close yizhuo.. don’t stop” your words came out slurred, a few unintelligible praises and swears being ripped out of the back of your throat as you felt yourself on the edge. 

with one final deep and hard thrust, your jaw slacked open as your orgasm was pulled out from your body, legs twitching and spasming as you repetitively screamed out yizhuo’s name alongside even more praises. for a minute your body fell limp against the bed, exhausted from the mind blowing orgasm yizhuo gave you, and also from the built up stress you had from promotions.

now full of the sexual energy you gained from yizhuo, you spring upwards, patting yizhuo’s head gently “t-thank you… i feel refreshed…” 

the older girl finally sat up after she cleaned you up. wiping her face and chin from the juices that dripped all the way down, she flashed you a smile “with that tail of yours, and those pink eyes, you’ve got to be a succubus… right? to answer her question, you nodded, cheeks red from her straightforwardness. 

“y-yeah. you’re right… wanna go again?”

“only if i bottom next”

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The Cat Gets It

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Pairing: Tim Bradford x fem!reader

Summary: Tim finally meets your cat, Maverick, and it does not go as planned. Maverick hates Tim until he sees something special.

Warnings: just an angry cat and a lot of fluff

Word Count: 1.2k+ words

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“This is my least favorite part,” you tell Tim as he walks you to your car. “Thanks for dinner.”

“You have to go home sometime,” he reminds you.

“Would you consider… Do you want to come to my place this weekend? We can watch a movie, just have a quiet night in,” you propose. “Not that I don’t love our usual dates, but…”

Tim smiles as you shrug and answer, “I’d like that. I’ll meet you there?”

You nod and assure him you’ll send the address before you kiss him goodnight. As you walk into your home, you look around and make a mental list of things you must do to prepare for Tim’s first visit to your home. You have been dating for a while, but he’s yet to come here. Or meet your cat, you remember as he meows from the back of the couch.

“Hi, Mav, buddy,” you greet, rubbing his soft fur. “We need to make this place extra welcoming for Tim, okay?”

He grumbles beneath you, but when you move your hand to scratch beneath his chin, he purrs and pushes against you. You’re excited to have Tim over, but you have no idea how Maverick, who is used to being the only guy in the house and your life, will respond.

“Hi!” you exclaim, wrapping Tim in an awkward hug before you invite him in. “What’s in the bag?”

“Just some snacks I remember you saying you liked,” Tim answers, passing the bag to you. “And cat treats.”

“You’re such a softie, Tim Bradford.”

Tim rolls his eyes and follows you inside, closing and locking the door behind him. You invite him to make himself at home as you walk toward the kitchen to prepare the snacks. A loud hiss pulls your attention back to the living room, and Tim lifts his hand in a show of good faith as Maverick arches his back and hisses again.

“Mav, stop,” you call. “Sorry, Tim, he’s never like that.”

Tim raises his brows like he doesn’t quite believe you. You pour the snacks into a large bowl with divided sections and carry it to the coffee table. You step toward Tim, and Maverick’s tail curls around him as he crouches. His ears flatten against his head as his pupils dilate.

“He does not like me,” Tim says quietly.

“I’ll put him in the other room,” you offer. “Sorry again.”

“It’s fine,” Tim assures.

You reach for Maverick, and he swats at you before running under the couch. With furrowed brows, you place your hands on your hips and sigh.

“He’s touchy,” you explain weakly. “He’ll probably hide under the couch until you leave, or I can receive permanent scarring by pulling him out.”

“I’m attached to your pretty skin, so I’d prefer the first option,” he responds.

“He- hopefully he’ll warm up to you.”

“This will get awkward if he doesn’t.”

You’re prepared to agree, then see the gentle smile on Tim’s face. As you sit beside him for movie night, only hearing hints of Maverick’s continued hissing, you silently plead with your cat to stop hating Tim because, even if you haven’t told him yet, you truly love Tim Bradford.

Throughout the next week, Tim comes by twice more, and Maverick reacts the same as before. He lunged toward Tim once because he touched your waist, and since then, Tim has kept at least a foot between you during visits. He sits on the floor, offers treats under the couch, and has private conversations with Maverick. Yet, Maverick continues to hate your boyfriend for some unknown reason.

“I don’t understand why he’s like this,” you say against Tim’s shoulder, content in a warm hug outside your front door.

“He’ll warm up to me, or he won’t, and we’ll deal with that,” Tim assures you, rubbing your back. “Maybe a few days in lockup would make him see how good I am.”

You chuckle, and after you wave goodbye to Tim, you turn and see Maverick watching you from the window.

“Work with me, Mav,” you ask through the window.

“Sorry to drop by unannounced,” Tim says as you open the door. “I just… can I come in?”

“Of course,” you reply, pulling the door open so he can enter. “Are you okay?”

Tim sighs as you close the door, and when you see his face, you notice the crease between his brows. He’s tired and stressed, and though you’re ecstatic that he came to you, your heart squeezes at the idea of Tim having a hard time.

“Come here,” you whisper, welcoming Tim into your arms.

He wraps his arms around your waist as yours circle his shoulders. With his face pressed against your shoulder, you rub his back and let him find comfort in silence for as long as he needs.

“Thank you,” Tim says as he straightens and steps back. “I went by the store on my way over here. Let me make you dinner?”

“After the week you’ve had? How about I make you dinner?” you counter.

“Meet in the middle and make dinner together?” Tim asks.

You smile and nod, offering your hand to make the deal official. Tim shakes it once, then kisses your knuckle and spins you quickly. The move makes you laugh before you catch yourself against his chest.

You stand together and feel Maverick’s tail swipe across your shin. You look down, surprised to see him circling your legs contently, especially while standing close to Tim. After a few laps around you, Maverick moves in a figure eight to walk around Tim, too.

“I think that’s progress,” you whisper.

“Maybe he finally saw that I care about you, and I’m not trying to take his place,” Tim adds. “Right, Mav?” Maverick freezes at the mention of his name, and Tim murmurs, “Too soon? I get it.”

Three days after the first successful visit, you invite Tim over again. You prepare a light dinner and set the table, only moving Maverick away from the place settings twice before Tim lets himself in. Maverick jumps from the barstool at your island and runs toward Tim, circling his legs and purring happily. Tim bends over and pulls Maverick to his chest, offering a small treat from his palm.

“Well,” you say as you take a picture. “It seems like my boys are finally getting along.”

“Maybe we finally bonded over our shared love for you,” Tim replies, gently rubbing Maverick’s ears.

“Tim,” you say, setting your phone down. “Put Maverick on the couch.”

“Why?” Tim asks defensively. “If it was too soon-“

“Please?”

Tim sighs as he moves Maverick to a couch cushion, and you smile as you rush toward him. Tim catches you effortlessly after you jump, holding you around the waist as your arms and legs circle him in a tight hug.

“I love you,” you say against his shoulder. His strong arms flex around your waist as you pull back to look at him. “I love you, Tim.”

He smiles and moves a hand to your face. “I love you, too. More than you know.”

“You dealt with Mav plotting your death, I have an idea.”

“No, you don’t,” Tim argues with a smile. Maverick meows loudly from the couch, and he adds, “See? Mav gets it.”

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Date me? —(Ron Weasley xGN!Reader)

A/N: I never write for my boy it's time I change that. Will do a part two if most of you ask for it leaving a comment or reblogging! -Danny Summary: Lazy afternoon with your friend who you're definitely not crushing on. Words: 821

Warnings: This is basically a 'hear me out' one-shot between friends Twoidiots Masterlist

You could always count on Ron to have the best treats. You could also always count on him when you wanted to sit around and do nothing. Today, you two have decided to do nothing in the common room.

Hermione had gone off with Neville and Hannah Abbott to finish some extra work only they would be eager to finish on a Sunday, and Harry was somewhere in the castle with Ginny, which left the two of you with little to do, not that you were complaining.

"What if the Giant has a nice complexion?"

"I'm still not shagging the giant, Y/N," Ron snorted. You had been going at this 'what if' game for hours, first starting with classmates you knew, but now you'd moved on to more... particular options.

"Okay, but what if it's one of the smaller giants?"

"Would still break a leg trying to get it on," Ron laughed. "I'm not shagging a giant, I'm telling you."

"Ron, you're not playing the game right! It's not about being realistic, you just wonder about it sometimes, no need to explain. For example, my pick is Mer-people."

"They're not a bad pick, everyone has thought of it!"

You laugh. "No, they don't! You're just as mental as me!"

"Fine! You want mental, I'll give you mental," Ron's ears blushed a little but he kept talking anyway. "I think if I had to pick, I'd go with Dementors."

You hold back a laugh and answer in a shaky voice. "Is the mo—?"

"Their mouth is huge!" Ron nods, finishing your sentence.

You cackle, holding your stomach. Ron watches you with mirth, also laughing. When the amusement subsides, you wipe your tears and sit up. "Well, but that's almost like doing it with a corpse, isn't it? Aren't dementors like dead people?"

"I have no idea and I don't wish to find out. Besides, you said being realistic spoils the fun."

"True. Sorry to bring it up." You grin.

Ron chuckled, popping a piece of hard candy into his mouth before replying. "I've got another question."

"Shoot!"

"If you had to pick one of us —one of us four, I mean— which one would you date?"

You roll your eyes. "Oh, come on, Ronald, are we circling back to sleepover inquires? That's not even half as fun!"

"Answer the question and I'll go back to the weird ones, then!"

"Fine," you ponder. "Definitely not Harry, he's too thick to understand when someone is flirting with him..."

"All of us are," Ron snorts.

"Well, yeah, but he's the worst," you grin. "And he would find a way to make it awkward anyway, you know he's always reacting in the weirdest ways..."

"Fair enough. That leaves 'Mione and I."

"Well, dating you would mean I would be paying for all the food you ate at our dates, which isn't my idea of fun..."

"Oi! I would have some control, and I wouldn't be letting you pay for everything!" He argues.

"Ah yes, I suppose you'd tip," you tease him. He throws the wrapper of his candy at you, making you chortle. Then you continue to ponder, making a face. "Ah, but then Hermione would never have time for me, would she? It's all school and S.P.E.W., and I have the feeling she'd forget our dates constantly so I'd be basically a fixture on the wall..."

"So it's back to me, then," he smiled with clear satisfaction. "I knew you'd pick me. I'm the looks of this operation."

You snort. "Alright, so who would you pick?"

"Well, can't date Harry because I wouldn't steal my sister's boyfriend, she'd kill me."

"Very wise."

"So I would date you."

You blinked, surprised by his quick decision-making. "What about Hermione?"

"Well, it's like you said, I would only be taking up space in her schedule, and we'd bicker all the time, not that I'd be any better at remembering dates and stuff, but let's face it, I do need attention."

"And you think I'm the right call for that?" You smirked, trying not to sound or look as pleased as you felt.

"Definitely." He mirrored your expression. "You do it all the time already, you come to me when you're looking to have a fun time, so that's something to consider, isn't it?"

"Hm," you nodded pensively. "I s'ppose you're right. Well, how nice of us to pick each other," you joked, trying to rid of the funny feeling in your tummy by playing it down.

"Reckon so, yeah," Ron's smile softened, which only made the butterflies in your stomach go even crazier.

You grabbed a chocolate frog and stuffed it in your mouth, needing to do something other than stare at him. "So," you chew messily. "Harry's life is on the line and you have to french-kiss Umbridge to save him. Would you do it?"

Ron gawked. "Can I do the giant instead?"

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First Relationships

pairing: skz ot8 x gn!Reader (individually)

genre: fluff

request: i rlly like ur writing style and i immediately thought of you when i was being delulu over first relationships, so i thought about requesting how skz would react when they discovered they're the first person u dated! im sorry if it's confusing haha <3

warnings: tooth roofing fluff, not proofread

a/n: thank you!! ngl i was delulu when writing this lmao. hope u like it <3

Bang Chan

So patient, it's crazy

Will never rush anything

Everything's at your pace

Hell, if you think it's too early for even holding hands, that's okay

He would always wait for you

And also, your comfort comes first

Always asks how you're feeling throughout whatever you're going through

Sorry but he 100% babies you as well

He finds you adorable

but tbh he'd do that anyways, the fact that it's your first relationship doesn't matter much in this case

Lee Know

Two scenarios

Will tease you relentlessly, no matter what you do

or

will be extra shy

but he'd also be so excited

it's like your little adventure and you two get to experience everything together

Technically it is but still

like, dates?

He is always so happy to take you to places

Anniversaries?

Even better

My man is just so happy to be there with you

Changbin

My man's honoured

He knows how perfect you are, and he knows you had a lot of options and opportunities before

So to think that you chose >him<

As I said, honoured

Besides spoiling you and treating you like royalty, he'd be really scared of messing up

But calm him down, say you love him and his confidence comes back at total strength

Would never even dare to rush you as well

His patience is also something that must be highlighted

Whatever it is, he will always wait for you to be ready

Hyunjin

The true romantic

He said once that he'd rather be someone's last love than the first one

So to think that he could be both your first and last love

He's so honoured

And giddy

But naturally he will be also really nervous at times

Forgive him if at times it seems he's the one that never had a relationship before

But it's true that it's his first time experiencing love so full like this

Han

There are two possibilities

He'll be pretty confident and maybe even kind of cocky

Will do the "I wonder who taught you how to kiss so well" knowing damn well it was him, sorry

Or

He will be extremely shy

You would even think it's his first relationship

In most cases, he is both at the same time

His duality is insane

Truly scared of messing up

But he is as always, trying his best

Everytime you're nervous he can handle the situation while being calm and humorous

We love him

Felix

He's a bit excited

A bit too excited

You know that Aladdin's song "Whole New World"?

He'd use it to describe your relationship

And he is the cutest

He's just so happy to be there :(

Everytime your relationship takes a step forward and you trust him a bit more, he becomes the happiest man in the world

He's truly grateful to have your trust

Needless to say, he will also always prioritise your comfort

Just say the word and he will do (or not do) whatever you'd like

Your wish is his command

Seungmin

Tries to no make a big deal out of it (kinda fails)

He doesn't want to make you uncomfortable by any means

So overall, he'll act normally

but he'd go as slowly as he can, trying not to scare you off

Scared of words as well

He doesn't want you to feel forced to reply something like "ilyt"

But one thing that is really cute is how he'll always talk you through it

Everytime you are doing something that is considered your first, like first date, first kiss etc

He always asks you if you like it and if you wanna keep going on

the kindest fr

I.N.

Truly, I don't think there'd be much of a difference

He'd be more careful and delicate when the occasion asked for it

but overall that'd be it

Similar to Seungmin, he'd try to not make a big deal out of it

He'd never admit, but sometimes he'd try to prove that he could be the best boyfriend ever because he was scared

He's kinda of a perfeccionist

He'd hate himself if one day he breaks you

He'd hate himself even more if he managed to break your perception of relationships as well

So he really tries his best all the time

feedbacks and reblogs are always appreciated!

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A cappuccino with 2% milk, starfruit, and crushed raspberries. (Gods AU, hurt/comfort, featuring Janus, and hiding a fatal injury.)

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Peach/Loganberry Cobbler Latte, with ginger cookie crumbles. (Human AU, only one of them knows they are dating with romantic Logicality.)

Melting Clocks Crumble

A macchiato with burnt sugar topped with whipped cream. (A time travel AU with only one bed, time loops and a choice of characters.)

Lost in Space

Boba tea with steamed skim milk, kiwi/peach boba. (Soulmate Space AU, romantic Intruality, hurt no comfort.)

Winter's Comfort

A mocha with 2% milk, topped with caramel drizzle, nutmeg, and chocolate shavings, syrup to taste. (Parental human AU, hurt/comfort, childhood best friends, mutual pining, and love after loss, any characters.)

A Classic

Herbal tea, with 2% steamed milk. (Human magic AU, hurt/comfort, any characters.)

Cinnamon Sunrise

Steamed milk with cinnamon. (Human AU, with enemies to lovers. Your choice of characters, tone, and tropes.)

[weirdmarioenemies]

Name: Sir Waffington III

Debut: Cuphead

Waffles are wonderful! It's such a delight how the syrup pools in each little square, and I like to even them out by tilting the waffle so that the most full squares can share with the others. Sometimes, instead of syrup, I'll put honey on a waffle. And as we can see here, there are plenty of other options, as well! Some people like to pour Teeth into the divots of a waffle. I bet it's extra crunchy! And maybe it will even be YOU who is crunched!

Sir Waffington III is one of the many minions of Baroness von Bon Bon, all of whom are treat-based creatures (treatures, if you will, and indeed you will). Living food creatures are often some of the wackiest, and this waffle is, in my opinion, the best of the whole bunch!

I know I mentioned the teeth already, but the teeth are so great. This waffle could bite off a finger EASILY, and I love how tall the teeth are for how thin the mouth is overall. It kind of reminds me of a mole rat's teeth! The eyes are great too, with the square shape giving an extra inhuman expression. And, of course, butter! A butter pat hat, and dripping wings befitting an angel of cholesterol! I was enamored with Sir Waffington III the very moment I saw her in game.

Yeah, her! This waffle is a woman! Hell Yeah for freak creature designs that get to be female! She is confirmed female in the translation notes, and the name I've been using is like, ALMOST official. It was indeed given by an official source, but not formally, and does contradict the more official statements. However, I think it can still be fun to think about! Maybe it's her name because she's just that butch. Maybe she thought the title was cool enough to want to keep it after her transition. Maybe both!

Look at her Explode! This is her method of attack! She's SUPPOSED to do this! All the waffles you've eaten have clearly been broken, I'm sorry to say. After flying around a bit, Sir Waffington will pause to launch all eight of her outer squares out from her center, which remains there, a disembodied, screaming mouth. What if you ate just that part? Would it still be considered eating a waffle? I wouldn't do it. I do like waffles, but I don't know if I like uvula!

[love-minor-poltergeist]

Hello polter! What do you think about the new cuphead dlc? I told myself I wasn’t going to fall for Chef Saltbaker, but i was very wrong. Could we please have some headcanons sometime?

A/N: Man you could really tell how far behind I am on some of these requests– man, I didn’t even know how long I’ve been in this rut until now. Especially since the DLC came out 2 years ago. Even as I am typing out this little note, I can’t help but grimace and feel awful for only now getting to this (シ〒﹏〒))シ

Now, I wasn’t sure if this was referring to just general headcanons or x reader ones, so I decided to go for the former for the time being!

General Chef Saltbaker Hcs:

┌── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──┐

Even before his scheme to finally bake the Wondertart came to light, the residents of Inkwell Isle Four sensed something was… off about Chef Saltbaker. The way his  jolly smiles didn’t quite reach his eyes; how he’d often lash out at random intervals before suddenly slipping his cheerful mask on; the numerous backhanded remarks he’d dole out to customers— and god forbid he becomes passive aggressive. 

Point is, he wasn’t really a friendly fellow to begin with– and everyone was able to catch on relatively quickly. However, there was a tense, silent agreement between the other Island denizens and Chef Saltbaker: they stay out of his business, and he’ll play nice. And with gourmet treats to sweeten the pot, it’s enough to make most people look the other way. 

He kept his life incredibly private prior to his rehabilitation. Chef Saltbaker wasn’t originally from the fourth Isle, having quietly set up his bakery to little fanfare. The man hardly ever left the building, either. During the late hours of the night, long after closing hours, a few onlookers even caught him opening the door that led to the basement of the bakery; leading to a few crazed conspiracies and theories of what exactly he did down there.

Granted, considering how Saltbaker had a lab down there, they weren’t wrong. But he also just had a nook that he lived in. Rent could be expensive in the city blocks of the Isle. He’d rather spend most of his budget towards ingredients, so living within the bakery was just naturally the better option. 

Honestly, baking the Wondertart was the culmination of a series of unfortunate events. A struggling career in the culinary arts, years of being taken advantage of by restaurant owners– who dangled the empty promise of a promotion if he just was more passionate, constant stress over meeting rent, funding the bakery, and himself, rude customers; it could go on forever. After continuous disappointment and admittedly isolating himself, it was easy to see why he went a little, ah, mad. 

Saltbaker’s gotten a lot better though! Albeit, there’s still remnants of that bitter, passive aggressive (hell, even just normal aggressive) personality lurking underneath his much more positive self. Now that he has gained the trust and friendship of the Isle denizens– finally gaining a sense of belonging and community he didn’t know he was missing– he’s calmed down significantly. 

Complete and utter neat freak about his kitchen. Organizes all ingredients and spices alphabetically and dedicates separate drawers to each cooking utensil. Not to mention that at the end of each shift, he’ll make sure that the kitchen is absolutely spotless. He does not care if it’ll take him an extra hour; if everything is not in order like he left it, he’ll go mad. 

After doing community service, Saltbaker mostly just uses his laboratory to experiment with different flavors and batters for his deserts. Some of his concoctions range from mere enhancements to common flavors like strawberry to exotic flavors like dragon fruit or lychee. He’s open to new flavors!

While his large, pot-bellied frame may not look it, Chef Saltbaker is incredibly fast. When you’re working a one-man show and have a line of customers waiting for their orders, it’s completely necessary for him. Granted, a lot of the people who come in are usually complete sweethearts and are willing to wait. Nevertheless, the man’s practically a blur as he’s speeding from station to station, kneading dough one second and then preparing a batch of frosting the next. If he finds himself needing extra help, he’ll usually use magic or conjure up a salt clone. 

Though the latter doesn’t happen all too often since said clones tend to make his desserts much saltier than he would like.

Food gore makes him irrevocably angry and stressed out. Why on earth would you show him this? Saltbaker already hated wasting food, but downright ugly food or disgusting looking combos will genuinely mess him up for the rest of the day. Same thing with those images of people gripping their food too tightly. The first time Cuphead did it to an eclair in the bakery, it took every muscle of self restraint for Saltbaker to not jump over that counter and clobber a child to death. 

Speaking of, don’t ever suggest to add breadbowls to the menu in front of him. He took pride in baking that loaf of bread and you want him to massacre it?! How very dare you. He doesn’t care if it’s a popular trend, he’ll sooner slap the person who asked than waste a crumb of that bread. 

Incredibly strong, but that’s a given. The man kneads dough by hand all day and usually carries in crates and heavy bags full of groceries into the bakery. Could pick up around five grown men with ease. 

Ms. Chalice usually pops in to get extra cookies, and will often offer to help out where she can in the kitchen. She and Chef Saltbaker were kind of awkward around each other for a bit– given the whole “Hey I lied to you and your friends and tried to steal their soul” bit. However, after some time, they’re comfortable around each other to the point where you’d usually overhear their banter while they work. 

“Oh, come now, Saltbaker! You can’t put a price to our friendship!”

“Yes I can, dear. Fifty dollars.”

└── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──┘

[haveyoureadthispoem-poll]

"Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity, / For he's a fiend in feline shape, a monster of depravity."

Read it here | Reblog for a larger sample size

[madlori]

Do you have any advice for traveling as a fat woman? I'm going to Thailand in a few months and I'm a little nervous.

Hi, sorry it took me a day or so to answer this, I've been thinking about it.

I'm going to answer you first emotionally, and second practically.

I understand being nervous, especially if you're not a frequent traveler (I'm inferring that you're not)! But the first thing I want you to try and internalize is that you have the right to travel. Fat or thin, you deserve to experience other places and different cultures. You have the right to take up space. You are a human being occupying the body you have and that body gets to go places like everybody else.

You say you're nervous...are you nervous that people may react badly to you? Or are you nervous about the practicalities of traveling?

If it's the first...well, they might. That's none of your business. Other people's feelings aren't yours to manage, nor are they your responsibility. I'm also gonna say this, and I don't mean it in a victim-blamey way, but we inform others how to treat us by how we enter the world. That doesn't make us responsible for how others treat us, but sometimes we can give off signals or body language that we are ashamed, we are small...we are targets. (This applies to all people, incidentally, not just fat people) Going into the world with confidence and self-respect is surprisingly effective at getting people to treat you well. It's easier said than done, I know. But having confidence is the very definition of "fake it till you make it" because the only way to acquire it is to just...pretend you have it until it isn't pretend anymore.

ANYWAY.

There are practical aspects to traveling while fat, the largest of which is usually airplane seats. The easiest way to get around this is to travel first class which is not an option for a lot of people but it may be more of an option than you think. Check in for your flight as early as humanly possible. I fly United so I don't know how it is for other airlines, but when I check in on the app, they always notify me if there are upgrades available, usually at a much lower price than if you'd bought in first class outright. I've flown first class for an extra couple hundred bucks (on a long flight that can be well worth it).

The other thing fat people worry about is the seat belts. Not gonna lie - sometimes they fit me fine and sometimes not. It varies from aircraft to aircraft. I always carry a seat-belt extender with me in my personal item. You can get one on Amazon. Seat belts on planes are universal. Caveat: the ones you can buy are not FAA approved and I've been told that flight attendants sometimes take them - I have never had this problem. I use mine on about 50% of the flights I take.

Alternatively, as you board the plane, you can discreetly say to the attendant "I'm in [seat] and I'll need a belt extender." They have them for passenger use and they are super nice about it.

Anyway I hope all that helps? Please write again if you have other thoughts.

[kirkwallguy]

i rly think DA's companions peaked with rivalries lol, like that can create such interesting dynamics, when rivaled these people are still following hawke and you can still romance them, Interesting!! THat's cool! why are they doing that, staying with someone who's disagreed with them the whole time or done things they find objectionable - you get different dialogue in cutscenes too, they react to how you treat them (thinking with Merrill you can just chose to not give her the thing to fix the eluvian and you get a different scene after the quest) You can be mean, you can support them or not and they respond to that, it feels like your choices are affecting the characters around you. (diff game but alistair confronts you about Isolde and if you killed her, the kid, or got help, i'd have loved more of that!! more characters going "hey this was fucked up of you, why???" or "I'm glad you handled this" and then you can talk about it more, the companions having Thoughts on your good or bad behavior and actions and voicing it!) also I think not being able to just chat with the companions was a silly choice, especially with the fact that rook can be a crow or shadow dragon etc, wdym we cant just talk about that with the gang??? ask for their thoughts on it all and they ask for rooks, rook could voice support or question what the group is and what they're doing (kinda like with Wynne and mage warden, you can talk about the circles and voice your dislike or support for them), rook could ask for more information and if they know they could share, or they won't if rook isn't a part of that group and it's all meant to be secret or something - and maybe if you ask again when they have high approval they'll tell you anyway cause they trust you, more opportunities for lore and worldbuilding as well as exploring the characters a little more??

idk im :/ rambling lol, i just really enjoyed how much you could say and do in other games, dav feels limited? And like nothing was perfect in the other games but I feel like there were so many more opportunities to learn about everything and the characters felt so much more involved? I do love that the companions talk to each other at the lighthouse like thats great we get to see those dynamics more outside of party banter!

i LOVE the rivalry dynamic and it really helps with each playthrough feeling unique, a hawke who is besties with merril is so different emotionally to a hawke who rivals merril, and it feels like there's a near-endless number of combos? also being able to push back on companions is something people have been complaining about a LOT in dai and dav, being able to spend the entire game disagreeing with a character and still see their entire story (WITH extra dialogue and sometimes entirely different cutscenes to acknowledge the fact that you don't have a good relationship?) it solves such a fundamental problem with relationships in rpgs and i don't get why it isn't more frequently used lol

and yeah i can understand if they wanted to save money not doing chats in the lighthouse (tbh. the inquisition skyhold dialogue options were just annoying and useless to me especially when you had to exhaust them to trigger certain quests), but it just feels like it creates a distance between you and the companions when they can all have conversations with each other at the lighthouse but you can't speak to them? it just feels like such an important feature for the genre and the only other game in the series that doesn't have it is the one that was made in like a year

[o-hora-o]

What are your thoughts on Tesla and Joey's "mother-son" relationship? Do you think Tesla truly sees and treats Joey as her own son? Or would it be hella awkward because Joey is one of Joyce’s clones? Would Tesla be a strict, overprotective, considerate or pampering ? Joey seems to be a polite and understanding boy, so ig his parents are doing a good job.

In APHO, we can see that both Joey and Tesla care for each other a lot. Also when you choose the “Drunk” option, idk, it’s just kinda depressing… Sound like Tesla control her drinking problems and be happier for Joey.

Joachim and Eins, too, what do you think their relationship with Joey will be like? Maybe the two sometimes just quietly stare at Joey because he reminds them of Joyce?

Now that Joachim has gone to HSR, do you think Tesla will ever “hate” Joachim for leaving her and Joey? I mean she was already really busy before, so busy that Joey could rarely see her, but at least Joachim was there to look after him. Now that he's gone, Tesla will have to raise Joey all by herself, and yk, raising a child is never easy. With Tesla's personality, I don't think she could really handle this.

(Sorry if i was asking too much, i just really love reading your post about them, pls never stop😭💞)

Aw, thank you very much for all these questions and dialogue screenshots! ❤️ 

Oh, Joey, Joey... We have so many questions for this precious boy yet know so little about him. He’s so polite, kind, and remarkably brave for his young age, just like a certain someone. “I’m more Joyce than Joffrey” he once said and, in every sense of these words, he was absolutely right. He's the most Joyce-like clone with the most Joyce-like mind that, in my opinion, doomed him to think, to act and to perceive the world around him and people in it the very same way Joyce did (He even developed the same passion for cosmos, pls).    Yes, as Joachim said, “he’ll never become Joyce.” But the resemblance is still there and it's too painful. This is why I was confident that Joey’s existence would be too much for AE to bear. They would have to constantly remind themselves that this is not Joyce nor he will ever be, they can't heal their wounds using this boy and force him to become like Joyce.    And the worst part is that Joey knows it? I thought that perhaps he doesn’t understand fully the reason why everyone looks at him that way, why some things he unconsciously says or does make his mother or father or auntie Ein look at him with a poorly hidden sorrow in their eyes, but it’s the elephant in the room and one day he'll might as well want to become this hero everyone sees in him. 

But... I was wrong? Thanks to that hasty chapter that gave no explanation on who this boy was and where he came from, it seemed as everyone were relatively fine with Joey around. Even Ein appeared to be okay which was...odd to me but never mind. 

On the other hand, it was cute and heartwarming to see Tesla being so mature and caring with Joey. She always could get along with kids and teens pretty easily but with Joey she became surprisingly extra self-restrained and showed this lovely mother-ish side of hers. True, Tesla can be both strict and overprotective, and considerate AND pampering. But that’s how she shows her love and she’ll do everything for those she loves (after grumbling for a while, of course). And! Tesla controlling her swearing and alcoholic habits is just whoa. That's some character development right there. 

On top of everything, Tesla is very good in quickly adapting for even the most fucked up situations. So even though we don’t know the exact story of how they came to this whole situation with Joey and even if it was awkward at first, I think at this point she just treats him as her son. Not as a clone, not as some Joyce’s copy, but as her precious little Joey. And I think Joey’s appearance in her life is actually for the better. She needed someone who’d care for her as immensely as she’s willing to care for others. 

With Joey, Tesla has become more mature, calm, and soft, with a hint of tiredness that comes from the old age. But omg not only she started to drink less and tries to tame her temper but that part where she told Joey that glasses are not cool even though she wore glasses to look cool-    As for Joachim and Ein… *sighs*. As I’ve said long time ago, these two are in the same depression boat when it comes to Joyce topic. And no matter how the story currently unfolds and will unfold in the future, I think these two have it hard with Joey. Let me be a sucker for angst here, please. But even in APHO it really felt like it wasn’t easy for Joachim to talk about Joey. He’s trying his best to see the boy as an independent individual but he can’t help but be reminded of Joyce. 

Joachim’s life, personality, his everything was heavily affected and shaped by Joyce’s legacy, then he went through traumatic era of killing Joyce’s clones and now he takes care of another clone. He can’t be free from Joyce’s shadow looming over his life even after everything he went through. It’s just so ironic that parenting Joey not only reminds him of Joyce but perhaps makes him miss his own father too. Still, Joachim tries his best to be a good father.

(But in my opinion, in his case Joey doesn’t really brightens his life, unlike Tesla’s situation).  And then there’s Ein… *pat pat* your sanity will be missed, doctor (And here I thought her life can’t be even more miserable). Before the ex chapter was released, I believed that Joey’s presence would turn her life into a living nightmare. It’s been hard for her to stop treating Joachim as a shadow of Welt and now the story wants me to believe that she’s not bothered by a boy with Joyce’s hair, eyes, smile and character. Uh-huh...I know that the story loves to make her be controversial from time to time but not to this extent? (Or she’s so fed up with life and reached a point of exhaustion where even something like this can’t disturb her).

How could she accept him so easily? I can’t believe it wouldn’t be overwhelming for her to see this boy every day. Surely it would be too much, the story did a very dirty move. And while she may care for Joey, she can’t draw the line between Joey and Welt the very same way she never drew the line between Joachim and Welt. Perhaps she would feel guilty and terrible for being like this and for her inability to love him properly. That's why Ein keeping her distance from Joey was the most obvious thing for me to expect. Yes, avoiding the boy or giving him the cold shoulder would confuse him, "why does auntie Ein hate me?”, he did nothing wrong after all, but Ein just wouldn’t know how to treat him normally. However, the story says she’s ✨fine✨ with it all.    Will Tesla ever “hate” Joachim for leaving her and Joey...well yes, she can’t bring herself to truly hate him nor she can stay indifferent. Most likely she’ll go through a cycle of denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance once again. At least she can take comfort in the fact that Joey is not a problematic child. Perhaps she will have break downs from the constant stress and make mistakes along the way, but I want to believe that she’ll manage just fine as long as no one around her offs themselves for the sake of heroic deeds after all, she’s a strong lady and I hope she’ll become a great mother figure to Joey.

Unfortunately, we still have very little content on this topic and I hope to come back to this ramble one day. Thank you once again for these questions tho

[see-arcane]

Happy Friday the 13th!

Time for some updates.

Plushies

I promise I have not forgotten the little guys-in-potentia. I’ve just been going through many circles of Hell trying to find a decent manufacturer that isn’t operating on some secret ‘Sorry, We Only Work with Brands ™ and Influencers ©, Enjoy Sending Half a Dozen Queries to Our Inbox-Void, You Little Nobody~ <3’ rule. So that was fun. But, finally, I think I’ve found a prospective maker. The issue?

The smallest bulk order is a 50-count. $30 each, roughly. Just for one. 30 x 50 = at least $1,500. If I try to do Mina and Jonathan (DO NOT SEPARATE), that’s 100 plushies. $3,000.

And that’s without dealing with the logistics of storing all the dang things, figuring out shipping costs depending on where I’d be mailing them (not including the packaging), and figuring out how to fairly price them without also gutting everyone’s wallets while we’re all broke.

Fundraising options like Kickstarter, Indiegogo, and Backerkit all look like the only solid way to go here, but they come with their own caveats.

I need some kind of prototype to have on display, not just the concept. The manufacturer I have in mind does provide a physical prototype prior to going to work on bulk orders, but I’d need to talk with them about the what-ifs involved if a fundraiser fails to drop enough cash to afford the full order.

I still need to figure out what a fair funding target would be that would cover cost of manufacturing/shipping/etc and I do not know that magic number.

Tiers? Do I do tiers with this? If so, how do I portion those out dollar-wise? What goodies can I throw in that would sweeten the deal? At the moment all I have is my writing.

Argh.

Really, 4) kind of sums up the whole thing at the moment. I really, really want to make all my assorted little guys come to cuddly life, but the numbers involved are looking more complicated than pi, especially when I—(frankly, all of us)—have Zero Money to gamble away. If I’m off by one (1) digit that means the difference between ‘Yes, I can pay for manufacturing and shipping and et ceteras no problem!’ and ‘WHOOPS SURPRISE YOU’RE PAYING AN EXTRA FEE OUT OF POCKET NOW BECAUSE YOU DID NUMBER WRONG, HA HA.’ Add that to the fact that I really don’t have anything tangible to pin to hypothetical tiers just now?

I’m afraid the plush Harkers (along with Quinn Morse and his new accessory) have to go on a back shelf for the time being.

But, for a more positive note…

October Scares and Scribbles

I plan to have a Substack in place sometime within October. It will include not just Harker’s current helping of chapters, but…

A new Harker teaser

Backups of some older stuff

[REDACTED] as a little Halloween treat

A generally tidier domain to keep my scattered scrawling in order

As it stands, I don’t feel comfortable turning it into a paid subscription Substack. I won’t be doing clockwork updates and what I will have up won’t be worth a routine fee. I’ll likely have a Ko-Fi link up as a sort of tip jar, but that’ll be that.

Speaking of money…

Maybe Making Merch?

Turns out the options for making less complicated bric-a-brac than stuffed animals are…less complicated. Imagine that. I’ve also been poking around looking at possibilities for stationery, bookmarks, cups, assorted bits and bobs. You know the Dracula Cast(ula) was made for journals and coffee mugs. However, I need to know what kind of designs folks would want to see. So:

The prospects here are much less stressful as far as puzzling out details goes, so I feel a little better about chewing on this. Still need to settle on Official Designs, but I’d wave those around for folks to see first.

All that said?

Argh

Because it bears repeating.

You’ll notice I haven’t laid out exact dates or timeframes for any of this stuff. That’s because I’m still neck-deep in the job hunt, along with grappling with the possibility of having to burn more money on new courses to enter a field I hate, but looks to be one of few career paths that will actually pay me more than pocket change. Said positions not even being guaranteed to still be in the same shape once I’m out of class. Same as my last job.

In four months, I’ll have been applying for a solid year. Every day. All to positions that either send copy-paste rejections, ghost outright, turn out to be thin veils for scams, or, most fun prospect, aren’t even real, because companies keep putting up false job openings to look like they’re expanding. My time has alternated between this and writing and trying not to look at my bank account. Between that and anxiety bordering on nausea concerning the upcoming election, my Halloween vibes are pretty bruised too.

It has. Not been the best time.

But the best part of it is still going on. Because that part is you guys. The people who’ve enjoyed my nonsense. The people who’ve actually dropped some bucks my way on Ko-Fi or bought my book! The people who’ve encouraged me for ages and have turned out to be some of the coolest folks a fellow bookworm could hope for. Thank you.

I hope you’ll cross your fingers for me going forward.

Postscript

I’m also working on the rough draft for this thing. Whether I can get it up on the platform I’d like or not, it will see daylight even if I have to drag it outside myself.

Living’s not cheap, but complaining is free. >:}

[castlebyersafterdark]

jockstraps are perfect for will and i honestly shake my head at the dearth of them in this fandom. buttttt do you think we could show some loving for mike in one too? as a treat?

maybe will finally convinces him to try one of his on during a looser steamy session when mike is feeling adventurous. even if he's not going to be topped by will - just for him to wear so will can admire his much smaller peach 🙂‍↕️

and maybe will can tell mike is feeling his oats when he's in it even if mike doesnt admit it, cos he looks a bit more red cheeked than usual and will catches him sort of caressing the fabric when he's putting the clean laundry away later that week. and so will buys him a jock as a surprise, in a darker colour to suit his style and go with the rest of his undies like the black ck boxer briefs 🙌 (when it's will's turn to do laundry, he's the one caressing those instead lmao)

i think mike would look so adorable in a jock it would be so tiny on him and just super sweet. i love the idea of him wearing it while he sees to will, just pulling himself free, and maybe they film themselves on the clunky old tape camcorder one time and you can just see mike's ass facing the camera, perfectly framed in more ways than one 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

Goddddd you're making me insane with this. Love it, need it, obsessed with it. Thank you for expanding on the vision.

Jockstraps are just such a hot look. Specific, but gosh it just works. Big brain idea, putting them both in one. I really enjoy the idea of them sharing in getting each other to try new things together, different reasonings, both in and out of the bedroom. Along with Will sometimes choosing clothing items for Mike to try, things Mike would never really go for himself. And Will likes dressing Mike up. Underwear, included.

Envisioning a nice emerald green, or navy, deep red. Classic black maybe. Mike stuns in those colors. Mike maybe feeling a little awkward in it the first time, kind of jarring being both covered and exposed, but he gets over it pretty quickly as they're making out, both undressed just down to underwear, and Will's the one grabbing his ass for a change. He likes the extra attention. Makes him feel good, feel desired. Especially in a change of pace. Typically Will's so preoccupied with his cock, which Mike is soooo not complaining about, but this is different. It's nice.

He'd absolutely look so cute, his small ass framed by the straps, pushing up with the slightest lift. He looks good. Feels good. Being able to grind and frot with all that delicious, teasing friction of fabric on fabric while still having the option of easy access to each other in a way. Keeping it on as Will plays with him and Mike rides his fingers. Wearing it while Will deepthroats him, it's pulled down just enough and Will's holding on tight to the elastic as Mike drives inside deep, mutually guiding each other along 🥵🥵🥵

The camcorder!! Them filming each other in general is so good - I can see Mike having ideas, camera angles, changing positions. They're not just filming themselves fuck, he's gotta make it cinematic. Filming Will in bed, lying there, writhing around as he poses and plays with himself and follows Mike's directions, looking up with his big eyes at the big camera propped on Mike's shoulder. Will giggling and grabbing the camcorder and making Mike pose for him, show off his body, embarrassed but excited now to do what Will wants of him. Mike taking it back and setting up the camera and then adjusting it as they switch into different positions. His ass in the jock, star of the show at one point as it's framed to capture him plowing into Will over and over again, and they look so good and raw and fucking hot on the grainy vhs quality. Mike, pouring over the footage to edit it together into something special, watchable. A different kind of movie night. He can't wait to show Will how incredible they look on film together.

[secretlythepits]

It’s been a minute.

Thanksgiving was ok. If my husband isn’t here next year— we will have to travel. It would be too sad to do it with just us. That is a bridge I won’t cross early.

Christmas is strange this year, mostly because we have teens. They are at the age where they want to choose clothes and shoes, so we are going to do the super fun task of taking them shopping and then wrapping up what they chose. They have phones, computers, and beats. I’m sure they would love a gaming system, but it would be bad for our family life. I don’t feel like wasting money on stuff that will get a nice reaction on the day, but that they don’t need or even really want. I thought of a special present for each of them. My dog lover will get a gorgeous art piece of his dog, something I know he will keep for life. (Be still my heart. This boy loves his dog so much.) My other son will get a nice piece of jewelry: a chain or earrings. He borrowed his dad’s clothes and watch for an event and is ready to start. having nice things. My husband wanted nothing but made an Amazon list. I will get something from that and his usual treats. Sometimes I wish I were more consumerist, but I’m just too practical and environmentally conscious.

II am the one getting a big present this year. My husband surprised me by insisting on buying me a replacement engagement ring. My old one has issues so I’ve been wearing my mom’s wedding band instead. We never had extra money so I never even hinted at a new ring. Occasionally, I searched on my own, but I never said anything. This came out of the blue and was so sweet.

I am receiving it.

I remember getting a spa day as a gift when my kids were babies and I had trouble relaxing during my facial. I had to command myself: receive receive receive. I silently chanted that mantra as I took deep breaths. Sometimes it’s easier to give, but participating in both sides of the exchange are important. Receiving something allows another person to give. To be in the energetic flow, we have to let things come and go.

I am not getting a diamond. I want a pink stone, maybe a pink sapphire. And rose gold. A jeweler is creating options. My husband took me there on Saturday and it was romantic and exciting. It felt like the old us. I’m not sure that we are in love anymore, but we do love each other. That’s what this ring says. Wow. A ring to begin and a ring to complete.

Talk about a circle of life.

Other than that, I have been steadily working on micro habits to improve my life and they are working. My curriculum is almost done. I’ve been exercising moderately, but it’s had a huge effect on lowering my pain and facilitating sleep. I am excited about launching my career but a bit daunted by the task of launching a business. One step at a time.

Tomorrow I am starting a daily workout challenge. It’s just 45 minutes a day, but I can make strides to lose a little weight and start seeing results before the new year. That’s motivating to me.

To be clear, I will not forgo Christmas cookies or sourdough bread. I will work out more and eat healthy meals. That’s it. I have a right to enjoy eating.

I also scheduled my annual well woman exam exam for Christmas Eve morning. It was the earliest appointment I could get. I sure know how to celebrate the season. It’s never-racking to me because my husband’s cancer is HPV positive. I’ve always tested negative, but viruses are sneaky, deadly bastards.

The kids have taken me on emotional journeys with their schoolwork lately, but I realized that I just need to detach. I personalize their failures too much. They are figuring things out and I know failure is a part of the process. I can’t go up and down with them. I feel jerked around and react forcefully, trying to make them stop. But there is no other way for them to learn except living and failing and trying again. They are entitled to grow at their own pace. My friend once told me, “Does shouting at a seed ever make it grow any faster?”

I’m not sure if it’s being 50, but I’m having an easier time staying level. There are a lot of very big things to worry about right now, but I’m just—not. I’ve never been able to opt out before. But from this vantage point it seems like a choice to go up and down, because I know that ultimately things will be how they are and I’ll figure out how to live with whatever that may be.

That’s life in a nutshell. Now, as my mother would always say: I am off to do great and wonderful things.

[jagged1]

Show Me What You Got 1/?

Fandom: Teen Wolf Rating: Teen Characters: Peter Hale / Stiles Stilinski, Lydia Martin Summary: Stiles needs a little extra cash and Lydia provides the perfect opportunity. Contains: N/A Word Count: ~1350 AO3 Link

Stiles is in no way without means of supporting himself. Years of practice skating by with limited funds, taking odd jobs and specialty requests that his highly variable skill set can fulfill, and exposure to the rich half of his social circle means he’s, by and large, good at managing his money. But sometimes he needs a pretty significant sum and fast. When a surprise auction for rare supernatural tomes is announced for the end of the week, he knows what he has to do.

He needs to call Lydia.

She’s been dabbling in modeling when she needs a break from her latest research paper, and has brokered one off gigs for most of their friends at this point. Stiles knows she’ll have something available for him, even with the short timeframe. He reaches for his phone and dials her number, already wincing at the late hour and hoping he’s not interrupting her sleep.

When the click of the call being picked up sounds he jumps right into it. “Hey Lyds, sorry for the late call, but I need a favor. Know anyone hiring a model ASAP?”

The heavy sigh on the other end of the line is both exhausted and amused. “7:00 AM, the cafe on Main and Pleasant. Don’t be late,” she orders and then the dial tone rings in his ear.

Score.

-

Stiles arrives early and gets their usual coffees, along with a few treats as thanks for Lydia. He settles at a table outside to wait. It’s not long before he catches sight of her bright hair in the early morning light.

Even for a last minute meeting, Lydia is impeccably dressed and ready for war. Hopefully she won’t need to bring the power of her high heels down on anyone’s head, but it’s nice to know that’s an option. She strides up to Stiles and gives him a once over where he’s sprawled in his seat, scrutinizing gaze in full force. “I suppose this’ll do.”

He grins cheekily, “Glad to have passed muster.”

She sniffs and glares. “I know what you’re capable of, Stiles. I wouldn’t be putting my name on this otherwise.”

The edges of his smile drop, changing from manic mischief to something more sincere, eyes crinkling in true happiness. “I know, Lyds. Thanks for this.”

Lydia’s own gaze softens. “Of course, Stiles.” She takes her seat and accepts the drink and bag of pastries with a nod. “We have a meeting at Neckz ‘n Throats at 9AM.”

He whistles, long and low. “Fast. I’m impressed.”

“I’m very good.” She takes a sip, letting Stiles fawn over her for a moment more before continuing. “And you’re very lucky. Neckz is the perfect demographic for you and Laura Hale was contacting every freelancer she knew to find an available model.”

“Nothing wrong with being lucky,” he grins.

-

When they arrive, the receptionist barely needs to glance at Lydia before sitting up ramrod straight. “Miss Martin! And guest, please, just give me a moment to let Mr. Hale know you're here before sending you up.” Her hand hovers over the phone, awaiting Lydia's gracious nod of acknowledgement before picking up a headset and speaking to someone on the other end.

Stiles leans down to Lydia's ear, hand coming up to block his mouth, fully aware it will do absolutely nothing to stop a shifter from overhearing him. It’s the thought that counts. “Lyds, what'd you do to the poor girl? I haven't seen anyone this scared of you since that asshole in your combinatorics class.”

Lydia idly checks her nails, a smirk tugging at her lips. “Does it matter? She knows better than to try disrespecting me again.”

He winces, intimately familiar with how brutal and efficient a displeased Lydia can be. “Ouch. Alright, polite but firm it is,” he nods before straightening up again.

“Just for her, Stiles. Your general best behavior is fine for everyone else.” Most people would miss the glint in her eyes as she says that, but not him.

“As my lovely goddess commands,” he says with a laugh.

The sound of the receptionist clearing her throat catches his attention and he looks back towards her. “Mr. Hale is ready to see you both. Miss Martin knows the way.” She waves them beyond the entrance. “I hope you enjoy your visit today.”

Lydia doesn’t even acknowledge her as she strides by, heels clicking down the hall. Stiles gives her a little wave as he follows Lydia.

She brings them to a closed door at the end of a corridor, another occupied desk in front of it. The nameplate next to the door reads Peter Hale, while the desk itself is bare of identification. The assistant doesn’t even look up from their work as Lydia boldly opens the door and leads them both inside, gesturing for Stiles to shut it behind them.

There’s a man (presumably Peter Hale) seated behind a heavy wooden desk. He screams casual affluence, even in just a v-necked shirt and blazer. Anyone who didn’t know better would never pick up on the details in his chosen wardrobe, but Stiles isn't just anyone. Lydia, Jackson, and Danny have given him a lifelong lesson in reading wealth. His office is an exercise in understated opulence. If he could earn a fraction of this he'd be set for life.

“Peter,” Lydia says coolly.

“Lydia,” he responds in kind. “What brings you into my office today? Didn’t you swear you’d never speak to me again, unless legally contracted?” The slash of his smile is a mix of pure professionalism and underhanded charm.

“Spare me the act, Peter. Like I would let you near someone I’m fond of without supervision.”

Peter sits taller in his leather seat, hands clasping together loosely on the desk. He gives Stiles a lazy, almost careless once over, gaze slowing slightly at his hands, forearms, and throat before finally meeting his eyes.

“Are you even old enough to be here?”

It’s not the first time Stiles has been asked that and it won’t be the last. Sometimes it’s with disdain, sometimes it’s disbelief, but somehow, the disinterest bothers him the most. He knows he looks young, but he’s a mature and responsible adult, thank you very much!

Rather than dignifying that with an answer, he merely raises his eyebrows at him and gestures his head towards Lydia, in a silent, but clear statement of “Are you doubting her?”

Peter leans back, fingers steepled in front of his face, hiding his expression. Stiles takes it as the defensive move it is and nods in satisfaction, a shit eating grin pulling at the corner of his mouth. Lydia makes a near silent scoff, far too familiar with Stiles’ antics, but the corner of her own lip turns up in amusement.

That seems to prompt something in Peter, as he moves to tap the intercom. “I’ll need a copy of a standard day modeling job contract, with an amendment for short notice.”

“Right away, Mr. Hale,” buzzes clearly in response. In less than 5 minutes, there’s a knock on the door before the assistant neatly steps in to deliver the contract directly to Stiles himself.

He proceeds to skim the contents, flicking through the pages at a decent pace. It’s mostly standard boilerplate language about his and Neckz’ rights, any confidentiality agreements between the two, and finally the compensation Stiles is owed. Due to the short notice, there are a few additional lines included for the rush. Nothing is particularly concerning or new based on the sorts of agreements he’d seen at the station, or when Jackson had bitched about his own assignments.

He doesn’t hesitate. He lays the contract down and signs it with a flourish. The click of the pen settling on the desk sounds like victory.

Peter Hale’s poker face and the overwhelming sense of sangfroid he exudes splits in two at the wordless declaration. “Excellent. Let me formally welcome you to Neckz ‘n Throats, Mr. Stilinski. We look forward to working with you.”

Stiles grins right back.

-

“Wait, how did he know my name?”

“Stiles,” Lydia sighs. “I know you know what a background check is.”