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[sasukeuuke]

when did this start happening?

from CAN WE TALK ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED?

"I don't kno-" Sasuke began to say, almost whining, only to stop himself abruptly. Because that wouldn't be entirely true, would it?

"Well," he started hesitantly, not sure he wanted to believe the theory, but unable to deny it completely. "Remember, last night? Suigetsu made a lame joke about my height?" an embarrassed flush burned his cheeks at the memory.

When he saw the older nod silently, Sasuke continued. "I think it started then... Or maybe a little before that," he added, remembering how he'd been feeling feverish and had a tummy ache before that.

That must be the only explanation, as messed up as it seemed! Sasuke hunched into himself subconsciously, as if doing so would hide his smaller form.

p.s. sasuke shrunk back to his genin body (only physically; it's probably a curse of some kind)

[archaeren]

How I learned to write smarter, not harder

(aka, how to write when you're hella ADHD lol)

A reader commented on my current long fic asking how I write so well. I replied with an essay of my honestly pretty non-standard writing advice (that they probably didn't actually want lol) Now I'm gonna share it with you guys and hopefully there's a few of you out there who will benefit from my past mistakes and find some useful advice in here. XD Since I started doing this stuff, which are all pretty easy changes to absorb into your process if you want to try them, I now almost never get writer's block.

The text of the original reply is indented, and I've added some additional commentary to expand upon and clarify some of the concepts.

As for writing well, I usually attribute it to the fact that I spent roughly four years in my late teens/early 20s writing text roleplay with a friend for hours every single day. Aside from the constant practice that provided, having a live audience immediately reacting to everything I wrote made me think a lot about how to make as many sentences as possible have maximum impact so that I could get that kind of fun reaction. (Which is another reason why comments like yours are so valuable to fanfic writers! <3) The other factors that have improved my writing are thus: 1. Writing nonlinearly. I used to write a whole story in order, from the first sentence onward. If there was a part I was excited to write, I slogged through everything to get there, thinking that it would be my reward once I finished everything that led up to that. It never worked. XD It was miserable. By the time I got to the part I wanted to write, I had beaten the scene to death in my head imagining all the ways I could write it, and it a) no longer interested me and b) could not live up to my expectations because I couldn't remember all my ideas I'd had for writing it. The scene came out mediocre and so did everything leading up to it. Since then, I learned through working on VN writing (I co-own a game studio and we have some visual novels that I write for) that I don't have to write linearly. If I'm inspired to write a scene, I just write it immediately. It usually comes out pretty good even in a first draft! But then I also have it for if I get more ideas for that scene later, and I can just edit them in. The scenes come out MUCH stronger because of this. And you know what else I discovered? Those scenes I slogged through before weren't scenes I had no inspiration for, I just didn't have any inspiration for them in that moment! I can't tell you how many times there was a scene I had no interest in writing, and then a week later I'd get struck by the perfect inspiration for it! Those are scenes I would have done a very mediocre job on, and now they can be some of the most powerful scenes because I gave them time to marinate. Inspiration isn't always linear, so writing doesn't have to be either!

Some people are the type that joyfully write linearly. I have a friend like this--she picks up the characters and just continues playing out the next scene. Her story progresses through the entire day-by-day lives of the characters; it never timeskips more than a few hours. She started writing and posting just eight months ago, she's about an eighth of the way through her planned fic timeline, and the content she has so far posted to AO3 for it is already 450,000 words long. But most of us are normal humans. We're not, for the most part, wired to create linearly. We consume linearly, we experience linearly, so we assume we must also create linearly. But actually, a lot of us really suffer from trying to force ourselves to create this way, and we might not even realize it. If you're the kind of person who thinks you need to carrot-on-a-stick yourself into writing by saving the fun part for when you finally write everything that happens before it: Stop. You're probably not a linear writer. You're making yourself suffer for no reason and your writing is probably suffering for it. At least give nonlinear writing a try before you assume you can't write if you're not baiting or forcing yourself into it!! Remember: Writing is fun. You do this because it's fun, because it's your hobby. If you're miserable 80% of the time you're doing it, you're probably doing it wrong!

2. Rereading my own work. I used to hate reading my own work. I wouldn't even edit it usually. I would write it and slap it online and try not to look at it again. XD Writing nonlinearly forced me to start rereading because I needed to make sure scenes connected together naturally and it also made it easier to get into the headspace of the story to keep writing and fill in the blanks and get new inspiration. Doing this built the editing process into my writing process--I would read a scene to get back in the headspace, dislike what I had written, and just clean it up on the fly. I still never ever sit down to 'edit' my work. I just reread it to prep for writing and it ends up editing itself. Many many scenes in this fic I have read probably a dozen times or more! (And now, I can actually reread my own work for enjoyment!) Another thing I found from doing this that it became easy to see patterns and themes in my work and strengthen them. Foreshadowing became easy. Setting up for jokes or plot points became easy. I didn't have to plan out my story in advance or write an outline, because the scenes themselves because a sort of living outline on their own. (Yes, despite all the foreshadowing and recurring thematic elements and secret hidden meanings sprinkled throughout this story, it actually never had an outline or a plan for any of that. It's all a natural byproduct of writing nonlinearly and rereading.)

Unpopular writing opinion time: You don't need to make a detailed outline.

Some people thrive on having an outline and planning out every detail before they sit down to write. But I know for a lot of us, we don't know how to write an outline or how to use it once we've written it. The idea of making one is daunting, and the advice that it's the only way to write or beat writer's block is demoralizing. So let me explain how I approach "outlining" which isn't really outlining at all.

I write in a Notion table, where every scene is a separate table entry and the scene is written in the page inside that entry. I do this because it makes writing nonlinearly VASTLY more intuitive and straightforward than writing in a single document. (If you're familiar with Notion, this probably makes perfect sense to you. If you're not, imagine something a little like a more contained Google Sheets, but every row has a title cell that opens into a unique Google Doc when you click on it. And it's not as slow and clunky as the Google suite lol) (Edit from the future: I answered an ask with more explanation on how I use Notion for non-linear writing here.) When I sit down to begin a new fic idea, I make a quick entry in the table for every scene I already know I'll want or need, with the entries titled with a couple words or a sentence that describes what will be in that scene so I'll remember it later. Basically, it's the most absolute bare-bones skeleton of what I vaguely know will probably happen in the story.

Then I start writing, wherever I want in the list. As I write, ideas for new scenes and new connections and themes will emerge over time, and I'll just slot them in between the original entries wherever they naturally fit, rearranging as necessary, so that I won't forget about them later when I'm ready to write them. As an example, my current long fic started with a list of roughly 35 scenes that I knew I wanted or needed, for a fic that will probably be around 100k words (which I didn't know at the time haha). As of this writing, it has expanded to 129 scenes. And since I write them directly in the page entries for the table, the fic is actually its own outline, without any additional effort on my part. As I said in the comment reply--a living outline!

This also made it easier to let go of the notion that I had to write something exactly right the first time. (People always say you should do this, but how many of us do? It's harder than it sounds! I didn't want to commit to editing later! I didn't want to reread my work! XD) I know I'm going to edit it naturally anyway, so I can feel okay giving myself permission to just write it approximately right and I can fix it later. And what I found from that was that sometimes what I believed was kind of meh when I wrote it was actually totally fine when I read it later! Sometimes the internal critic is actually wrong. 3. Marinating in the headspace of the story. For the first two months I worked on [fic], I did not consume any media other than [fandom the fic is in]. I didn't watch, read, or play anything else. Not even mobile games. (And there wasn't really much fan content for [fandom] to consume either. Still isn't, really. XD) This basically forced me to treat writing my story as my only source of entertainment, and kept me from getting distracted or inspired to write other ideas and abandon this one.

As an aside, I don't think this is a necessary step for writing, but if you really want to be productive in a short burst, I do highly recommend going on a media consumption hiatus. Not forever, obviously! Consuming media is a valuable tool for new inspiration, and reading other's work (both good and bad, as long as you think critically to identify the differences!) is an invaluable resource for improving your writing.

When I write, I usually lay down, close my eyes, and play the scene I'm interested in writing in my head. I even take a ten-minute nap now and then during this process. (I find being in a state of partial drowsiness, but not outright sleepiness, makes writing easier and better. Sleep helps the brain process and make connections!) Then I roll over to the laptop next to me and type up whatever I felt like worked for the scene. This may mean I write half a sentence at a time between intervals of closed-eye-time XD

People always say if you're stuck, you need to outline.

What they actually mean by that (whether they realize it or not) is that if you're stuck, you need to brainstorm. You need to marinate. You don't need to plan what you're doing, you just need to give yourself time to think about it!

What's another framing for brainstorming for your fic? Fantasizing about it! Planning is work, but fantasizing isn't.

You're already fantasizing about it, right? That's why you're writing it. Just direct that effort toward the scenes you're trying to write next! Close your eyes, lay back, and fantasize what the characters do and how they react.

And then quickly note down your inspirations so you don't forget, haha.

And if a scene is so boring to you that even fantasizing about it sucks--it's probably a bad scene.

If it's boring to write, it's going to be boring to read. Ask yourself why you wanted that scene. Is it even necessary? Can you cut it? Can you replace it with a different scene that serves the same purpose but approaches the problem from a different angle? If you can't remove the troublesome scene, what can you change about it that would make it interesting or exciting for you to write?

And I can't write sitting up to save my damn life. It's like my brain just stops working if I have to sit in a chair and stare at a computer screen. I need to be able to lie down, even if I don't use it! Talking walks and swinging in a hammock are also fantastic places to get scene ideas worked out, because the rhythmic motion also helps our brain process. It's just a little harder to work on a laptop in those scenarios. XD

In conclusion: Writing nonlinearly is an amazing tool for kicking writer's block to the curb. There's almost always some scene you'll want to write. If there isn't, you need to re-read or marinate.

Or you need to use the bathroom, eat something, or sleep. XD Seriously, if you're that stuck, assess your current physical condition. You might just be unable to focus because you're uncomfortable and you haven't realized it yet.

Anyway! I hope that was helpful, or at least interesting! XD Sorry again for the text wall. (I think this is the longest comment reply I've ever written!)

And same to you guys on tumblr--I hope this was helpful or at least interesting. XD Reblogs appreciated if so! (Maybe it'll help someone else!)

[whitedarkmoonflower]

Reunited 4

Part 4

Pairing: modern!Sihtric x reader with a side story of modern!Sigtryggr x reader

Authors note: it's probably a bad idea to post it today, but fuck it ... I'm having too much fun writing this. And don't tell me I didn't warn you - it's gonna be a ride 😅.

Warnings: heartbreak, use of alcohol, very suggestive (lowkey smut)

Summary: It was supposed to be a short two week trip that turned into five long years apart, just because your best friend couldn't keep her mouth shut. Will the reader and Sihtric manage to repair their broken relationship and find their way back to each other? Or will the reader decide to stay with the handsome and talented Sigtryggr?

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Word Count: 4,1 K

The whispers started small—a passing comment from a mutual acquaintance here, a vague mention in the industry gossip there. Gisela had done her best to shield you, brushing off any mention of Sihtric with a casual dismissal, redirecting your attention to new projects, exciting events, or people who would, in her words, "help you look forward, not back."

But eventually, the whispers grew louder, impossible to ignore.

You hadn’t been looking for updates on Sihtric, but it was almost as though the universe itself had decided that you wouldn’t be able to escape his shadow. It started with a model at a shoot, casually mentioning that she’d seen him out one night, barely able to stand, clinging to the arm of someone you didn’t know. The words "worse than I’ve ever seen him" lingered, simmering in your mind.

At first, you ignored it. Sihtric wasn’t your concern anymore, you reminded yourself. He had made his choices, just as you had made yours. But more stories came—different people, different places, each one painting the same picture of a man who was unravelling, barely holding himself together. The Sihtric they described was a stranger to you, and yet those stories struck a painful chord deep in your chest.

One evening, as you sat across from Gisela at your favourite café, her attempts to distract you from the topic finally fell short. You’d reached your limit.

"Gisela," you said, interrupting her as she rambled on about an upcoming exhibition. "Why didn’t you tell me?"

Her eyes widened, a flicker of guilt crossing her face. "Tell you what?" she asked, feigning innocence, though you both knew exactly what you meant.

"About Sihtric." Your voice was steady, but there was an underlying tension. "About what’s happening to him."

She sighed, placing her cup down with a slight clunk. “I didn’t think it was something you needed to hear. He’s not your responsibility anymore. You deserve to live your life without his shadow looming over you.”

"But he wasn’t always like this," you replied, voice barely more than a whisper. "I know him, Gisela. Or I thought I did."

Gisela reached across the table, her hand finding yours. "You did know him. But that’s not who he is now. Whatever he’s become, it’s because of his own choices."

“Gisela,” you said, setting down your coffee and looking her in the eye. “Do you think… Maybe my refusal to speak with him made things worse?”

Her brow furrowed, concern and frustration blending in her gaze. “What do you mean?”

“All these stories about him… spiralling,” you murmured, your fingers tracing the rim of your cup. “He just wanted to talk, you know. And I just showed him away in the worst way possible. I can’t help but feel that maybe, if I’d just been willing to listen to him, he wouldn’t have ended up this way.”

Gisela shook her head, her expression firm. “You can’t think like that. You have every right to protect yourself. Talking to him wouldn’t have changed anything. He’s responsible for his actions, not you.”

You glanced away. “But our last conversation, Gisela. I can’t stop thinking about it. The way I turned him away, how angry and cold I was. Maybe I was… too harsh.”

“You weren’t harsh,” she replied, squeezing your hand. “You were clear about your boundaries. You have every right to those, especially after what he put you through. Don’t start blaming yourself.”

Despite her reassurance, the memory of that day lingered in your mind like a shadow. That look in his eyes, the desperation just beneath the surface, how he had struggled to find the words. And how you had shut him down, leaving him standing alone on that set, without a chance to explain himself. It had felt empowering then, taking control of the situation, reclaiming your peace. But now… now, you weren’t so sure.

“Maybe,” you whispered, almost to yourself, “I should’ve just listened, if only to give us both some closure.”

Gisela’s gaze softened, but her voice remained steady. “Closure doesn’t come from reopening wounds, and that’s all he’d do. He’s gone too far down this path—he’s not the person you knew.” 

Gisela squeezed your hand. “You have every right to protect yourself. You don’t owe him anything—not after what he put you through. He’s doing this to himself, and I don’t want to see you dragged down because of him again.”

You didn’t answer. Wrapping your hands around the warm coffee cup, you stared into the swirling steam rising from the dark liquid. Why does everything have to be so damn complicated? 

That night, alone in your apartment, you lay awake, staring at the ceiling. Every time you closed your eyes, fragments of that last encounter on set replayed in your mind: Sihtric’s hesitant steps, the way his voice had cracked when he’d asked to talk, the look of devastation as you’d turned your back on him. You’d told yourself it was for the best, but was it really?

You picked up your phone, fingers hovering over the screen.

Before you could think it through, you sent a message to Gisela.

"Do you think I should try talking to him? Just once?"

The three dots indicating her reply popped up immediately, and then her response followed, firm and direct.

"No. That chapter is over. Don’t reopen old wounds."

You put the phone down, staring at the empty space in your living room as her words echoed in your mind. Gisela was right, of course. She had been there through it all, had seen you at your lowest, helped you pick up the pieces of your life, reminding you of who you were outside of him. But this wasn’t about reopening wounds. This was about understanding. For your sake, and for his.

With a steadying breath, you made a quiet decision. Tomorrow, you would reach out, you would go to the set and talk to him—not to rekindle what was lost but to speak out, to lay the ghosts of your past to rest. Maybe it would bring peace to both of you, to let you finally close the chapter for good. 

You arrived at the set the next morning with that quiet resolve still fresh on your mind, the familiar hum of voices and equipment doing little to settle your nerves. Today, you would finally speak to Sihtric. 

Maybe it wouldn’t change anything, and maybe it would leave you feeling just as hollow as before, but at the very least, it might ease the nagging feeling that had taken root since your last conversation. There was no script in your mind, no clear sense of what you would say. Just a need for… something. Resolution, maybe. Closure. Or perhaps, deep down, a glimmer of hope. What? No, shut up! You almost slapped yourself in anger. What hope?

As you waited, you glanced at the door every few minutes, each time your heart skipping a beat, only to settle back down when he didn’t appear. The seconds stretched into minutes, each one adding another layer to the knot forming in your stomach. 

You had run through a dozen different ways to start the conversation in your mind, but none of them felt right. How do you confront someone you’d once loved but had shut out entirely? What could you even say that would bridge the distance between you after everything that had happened?

You clenched and unclenched your hands, feeling more foolish with each passing minute. A part of you cursed yourself for not following Gisela’s advice, for not simply letting it go. “Leave it in the past,” she’d said, her voice filled with quiet insistence. And yet, here you were, waiting for a man who’d hurt you, hoping he’d arrive so you could dig into the buried pain between you both.

What was it you expected to hear? A confession, an apology, an explanation? The truth was, you didn’t know. You just felt as though you couldn’t move on with this weight still hanging over you, with the sense that you had played some part in his downward spiral. Was it really closure you were looking for, or did some part of you, a part you’d never admit aloud, still care for him, still believe there was something worth salvaging?

The chatter of the crew buzzed around you, but you barely registered it. Occasionally, you caught snippets of conversation—small whispers about Sihtric, talk of his “new habits” and frequent no-shows. The makeup artist mumbled something under her breath about his inconsistency, a sigh of exasperation barely audible. 

You stayed, doing your best to keep a composed front, pretending to focus on the tasks in front of you. But beneath the calm façade, a familiar ache simmered—a sinking disappointment, perhaps even a touch of anger, that he hadn’t shown up. You tried to tell yourself it was about professionalism, about the wasted time, the disrupted shoot, but deep down, you knew it actually wasn’t. You’d finally been ready to talk, to face the unresolved tension between you, and Sihtric had left you waiting, his absence a silent answer in itself.

As the hours stretched on and the last hopes of his arrival slipped away, the emptiness grew. The loss felt oddly profound, a quiet ache that lingered, as though something vital had slipped through your fingers, even if you couldn’t name what it was.

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Just as you finished slipping on your heels and checking your reflection one last time, a soft knock echoed from the door. You opened it to find Sigtryggr standing there, a calm, admiring smile spreading across his face as he took in your appearance. His suit was impeccably tailored, the dark fabric accentuating his tall, lean frame, and his long hair was pulled back in a way that softened his strong features.

“Wow,” he said, his voice warm as his eyes lingered on you. “You look… incredible. Absolutely stunning.”

A faint smile tugged at your lips as you glanced down, a little flustered by the way he looked at you. “Thank you,” you murmured. “You don’t look too bad yourself.”

He chuckled, reaching out to take your hand, and his fingers were warm and steady around yours. As you turned to grab your purse, he tilted his head slightly, studying you with gentle curiosity.

“You sure you’re alright?” he asked softly, his thumb tracing gentle circles on your hand. “You seem a bit… distracted.”

You took a breath, glancing at him before looking away, feeling the weight of the day’s thoughts pressing down on you. “I’m fine,” you said, though the words felt weak even to your own ears. “It’s just… been a long day.”

Sigtryggr’s expression softened, his gaze unwavering as he searched your face. “If there’s anything you need to talk about, I’m here. No pressure—just… if you want.”

You felt a warm reassurance in his words, his genuine concern like a balm to your lingering unease. You managed a small smile, grateful for his presence. “Thank you. Really. I… I appreciate it.”

With a gentle squeeze of your hand, he leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. “No need to thank me,” he said, his voice low and soothing. “Tonight’s about enjoying ourselves. Let’s make it a good one.”

You slipped your arm through his and offered him a small smile, feeling a comforting sense of calm settle over you. Sigtryggr’s quiet confidence grounded you, his warm presence lifting your spirits just enough to face the fashion show you’d agreed to attend with him.

The venue buzzed with energy, lights flashing as photographers captured the evening’s best-dressed attendees. You and Sigtryggr moved through the crowd, exchanging pleasantries with designers, editors, and models. 

The night felt almost surreal, as if you were floating through it, your worries temporarily forgotten as you lost yourself in the glamorous whirlwind of conversation and clinking champagne glasses. But then you spotted him.

Across the room, Sihtric was leaning against the bar, a glass dangling from his hand, his face flushed and his eyes somewhat unfocused. His shirt was wrinkled, his hair dishevelled, and his grip on the camera strap on his shoulder was loose, like he had already forgotten that he even had it. 

You froze as he caught sight of you, his gaze narrowing before flickering over to Sigtryggr. For a moment, he seemed to hesitate, but then he began making his way toward you, his movements slightly unsteady.

“Is that him?” Sigtryggr asked, catching your tension. His tone was gentle but alert.

You nodded, unable to tear your gaze away as Sihtric approached, his expression dark and unreadable. The familiar ache twisted in your chest, but you straightened, bracing yourself for whatever he was about to say or do.

“So,” Sihtric sneered as he stopped before you, eyes flicking dismissively between you and Sigtryggr. “You didn’t waste any time, did you?” His voice was laced with bitterness, words slurring slightly as he swayed on his feet.

“Sihtric, don’t do this,” you said softly, hoping to defuse the situation, but he ignored you, his focus shifting fully to Sigtryggr.

“And you…” He tilted his head, eyeing Sigtryggr with disdain. “Think you’re so much better than me, huh? Perfect little prince, sweeping in and saving the day.”

Sigtryggr’s face remained calm, though you could feel the tension in him. “I think it’s best if we all take a step back,” he replied evenly, his hand settling on your shoulder in a reassuring gesture. “This isn’t the time or place.”

But Sihtric’s eyes flashed, his face twisting into a sneer. “You think you can just step in like I never meant anything?” His voice grew louder, heads turning as people began to notice the unfolding scene. “She was mine, you know. You’re just a cheap replacement.”

You felt Sigtryggr’s hand tense, but he kept his composure. “You’re drunk, Sihtric,” he said quietly. “Go home. Let’s not make this uglier than it needs to be.”

But Sihtric’s face hardened, his expression an unsettling mix of pain and fury. Before either of you could react, he lunged forward, his fist aimed clumsily at Sigtryggr’s face. His movements were sluggish, heavy with the effects of alcohol, and Sigtryggr sidestepped effortlessly, catching Sihtric’s arm and stopping him in his tracks.

“Enough.” Sigtryggr’s voice was firm, his grip on Sihtric’s arm steady as he pushed him back, keeping his own emotions in check. “Go home. You’re embarrassing yourself.”

The words struck Sihtric like a slap. He staggered, his face flushing with humiliation as he looked between the two of you. For a fleeting moment, you saw the vulnerability beneath his anger—the brokenness and regret lurking behind his bloodshot eyes.

“Fine,” he muttered bitterly, wrenching his arm out of Sigtryggr’s grip. His gaze lingered on you, the weight of everything unsaid filling the space between you. “Enjoy your perfect life,” he spat, his voice cracking slightly as he turned and stumbled away, nearly knocking into a nearby table on his way out.

The crowd, still buzzing with curiosity, watched him go, a hush settling over the room as people exchanged whispers and glances. You stood there, heart pounding, torn between anger, pity, and an ache you couldn’t quite shake.

“Are you alright?” Sigtryggr asked, his voice steady, his hand gentle on your shoulder as he guided you toward a quieter corner, away from the prying eyes.

You shook your head, you were far from being alright. Sihtric’s words, his reckless behaviour, the way he’d looked at you—it was like seeing a stranger in the shell of someone you once knew. The man who had stood beside you tonight was unrecognisable, and yet, the guilt still clawed at you, lingering in the pit of your stomach.

Sigtryggr’s arm slipped around you, as he led you toward the exit. “Let’s get you out of here,” he murmured, his tone soft and protective. 

You nodded, grateful for his presence  and the two of you walked out into the cool night air, Sigtryggr’s hand lingering at the small of your back, guiding you with an ease that felt natural. 

He turned to you with a soft smile. “It’s still early,” he murmured, his gaze drifting over your face. “Would you like to come to my place for a nightcap?”

As Sigtryggr's question hung in the air, a shiver coursed through you, both from the chill of the night and the deeper question his invitation held. His face, framed by the soft glow of nearby streetlights, showed only openness, yet your mind raced. 

Your heart quickened, battling with the silent questions tumbling in your mind. What did you want this to be? Sigtryggr was unlike anyone you’d ever met—a quiet intensity wrapped in kindness, the kind of person who saw straight through you, not as if judging, but as if he truly understood. A part of you had been starving for this kind of connection, so different from what you’d known before, but was it too soon? Could you let yourself open up to someone again, let him see the parts of you you’d worked so hard to piece back together?

And then, a thought cut through the haze, sharper, clearer: What would Sihtric think if he saw you now? A pang of anger flared beneath your skin, surprising you. Why should it matter? Even more so��why would he care? But the questions lingered, twisting like thorns in your mind. Why did he keep finding his way into your thoughts, haunting you with his absence, even though he was gone from your life for good?

Admitting it hurt more than you wanted to acknowledge. He was gone. The reality pressed down like a weight you’d been struggling to lift. This was the perfect moment to close that door, to step into something new, to let someone else in… Or, you could keep waiting, letting the ghost of him drift around you, keeping everyone else at arm’s length, forever just out of reach.

With a soft, steadying breath, you looked back at Sigtryggr and found him still there, watching with a quiet patience, not pressing or urging, but simply waiting. His expression held nothing but warmth, a silent invitation in his eyes that felt as gentle as it was genuine. His presence was calming, without expectation, without judgement. In that instant, the idea of stepping forward didn’t seem so daunting.

Your heart lifted, and you found yourself nodding, a smile tugging at your lips as you met his gaze. “I’d like that.”

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Sigtryggr’s apartment was just as you’d expected—filled with art and an understated elegance that spoke to his style. Soft lights cast a warm glow over the room, and as he poured two glasses of wine, you took in the paintings lining the walls, the sketches scattered across his workspace, small glimpses into his creative world.

He handed you a glass, his fingers brushing yours briefly, sending a shiver up your spine. You took a sip, the wine rich and velvety, warming you from the inside. You could feel his gaze on you, intense yet tender, and when you looked up, the air between you grew charged, a subtle current building with each passing second.

“You know,” he began softly, stepping closer, “I can’t stop thinking about how beautiful you looked tonight. Or… how beautiful you look now.”

His hand reached up to brush a strand of hair from your face, his touch lingering, fingers grazing your cheek. You felt your breath hitch, the gentle way he was looking at you sparking something within. Without overthinking, you leaned in, your lips meeting his in a soft, hesitant kiss.

Sigtryggr responded instantly, his hand sliding to the back of your neck as he deepened the kiss, his mouth warm and inviting. The wine glass slipped from your hand onto the table as his other arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer. You melted into him, the heat between you building, his kisses growing hungrier, more insistent.

He led you toward the bedroom, his hands never leaving you, each touch filled with gentle urgency. When you reached the bed, he paused, his eyes searching yours, as if asking for permission, making sure this was what you wanted.

You answered by pulling him down to you, and he responded with a low, pleased hum, his mouth trailing down your neck as his hands found the zipper of your dress, sliding it down slowly, his fingers grazing your bare skin, igniting every nerve.

Clothes were shed, piece by piece, until you were both exposed, bodies pressed together, skin to skin. His touch was tender yet commanding, guiding you with an instinctive rhythm that left you breathless, each kiss and caress drawing you further into the heat of the moment.

Every brush of his fingers felt like fire, igniting sparks across your skin. His hands traced a path over you with a careful, reverent touch, as though he was discovering you piece by piece, memorising every curve and every reaction. His breath mingled with yours, soft and warm, as his lips explored places you hadn’t even known craved attention, gentle but unyielding.

You arched your back against the mattress and moaned loudly as he thrusted into you. Your fingers wove into his hair, pulling him closer, and he responded, his mouth tracing a path along your jaw, down your neck, igniting a trail that left you gasping, clutching him as though he were an anchor in a sea of sensation that you thought almost forgotten.

Sigtryggr moved within you with a steady, skillful rhythm, each thrust deliberate yet intense, his gaze locked on yours, simmering with a passion that left you utterly breathless. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, a loud moan escaping your lips as pleasure surged through you, erasing any lingering hesitation or self-consciousness. Whatever doubt or embarrassment you’d felt about revealing how touch-starved you were melted away, replaced by a powerful wave of heat and sensation that overwhelmed every thought, leaving you lost in the intoxicating bliss he brought with each movement.

He leaned down, capturing your lips in a hungry kiss, his hands roaming over your body, igniting every nerve he touched. His touch was confident, demanding mixed with softness and careful attentiveness, his focus solely on you, on every little reaction he coaxed from you.

The pleasure inside you coiled tightly, building with each movement, each shared breath, and the way breathless moans spilled from your lips only seemed to spur him on. He responded with a low groan, his pace quickening as he drove you both toward the edge, his presence grounding you even as he unravelled you entirely.

When the two of you finally lay together in the quiet aftermath, limbs entwined, Sigtryggr pressed a gentle kiss to your shoulder, his hand tracing soothing patterns along your skin. The silence between you was comfortable, his warmth enveloping you as you nestled into him, feeling safe and content in his embrace. Your breathing slowed, each gentle stroke of his hand pulling you closer to sleep. 

But as your eyes grew heavy, a familiar image intruded—a vision of Sihtric, broken and desperate, his face etched with the same raw pain and bitterness you'd seen at the event. His haunted eyes, full of anger and longing, stared back at you, and his words echoed in your mind, refusing to fade: “She was mine.”

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Morning light filtered softly through the blinds, and you blinked awake, stretching slightly before noticing Sigtryggr’s arm still draped around you, his peaceful face turned toward yours. A small smile tugged at your lips as you remembered the night before, and you let yourself relax, sinking back into the moment. But just then, the sound of a key turning in the lock jolted you both out of the haze.

The door swung open, and a woman’s voice called out, her tone full of urgency and familiarity, sending a chill through you. “Sigtryggr?”

You froze, exchanging a startled look with Sigtryggr, who looked just as caught off guard. She called his name again, her footsteps growing closer as she moved through the apartment and toward the bedroom. Your gaze flew to Sigtryggr, wide-eyed with surprise, but before either of you could speak, a young woman appeared in the doorway, her eyes landing on you in bed with him.

With a yelp, you instinctively wrapped the blanket around yourself, heart racing as the reality of the situation hit you.

“Stiorra,” Sigtryggr started, his tone a mix of apology and guardedness as he sat up, tugging at the blanket to cover himself too.

[panandinpain0]

Yo so like, r u ok writing for Peter Parker?? If so, could you write a Peter x Male Reader where the reader is both a charmer and peter’s ultimate hype man (sorry Ned). Around prom season, Peter asks the reader for help to ask his crush to the prom, and the reader is sadge bc he thinks it’s MJ. Slight chaos and maybe some nervous gay boy stuff ensues??

Roses

Yes, I'd love to write for Peter Parker! (And because you brought up Ned I'm assuming it's Tom Holland's Peter.)

Also, I'm in love with this prompt <3

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Requested by: Anon

Peter Parker x Male!Reader

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Peter was at his locker, talking to Ned about his Lego death star, when (Y/N) approached his locker. Peter closed it and raised his eyebrows at (Y/N), while Ned jumped in shock (neither had seen him approach but Peter's spidey-senses- or should I say "Peter-Tingles"- came in handy).

"Are you guys planning a Star Wars marathon without me?" (Y/N)'s jaw dropped with a betrayed look on his face, hand to his heart. "What happened to the brotherhood?"

Ned snorted and Peter laughed, turning to walk down the hallway.

"We were gonna' invite you anyways, (Y/N), we always do," Ned reassured, giving in to his teasing.

"Good. So, whaddya' say, Pete? Star Wars at your house this Friday?" (Y/N) asked, putting his hand on Peter's shoulder and smiling at him as they walked.

Clearing his throat quietly, Peter nodded. "Yeah, that sounds like a plan."

"It's a good thing too, because I need help studying for this chem test coming up, and I was wondering if you'd help me?" (Y/N) asked him, hand still on his shoulder.

In truth, (Y/N) was barely getting by in chemistry for a reason. It's not that he wasn't smart enough or that he wasn't putting in the work- it was that he was sat next to Peter and couldn't stop looking at him. Trying to goof off with him in class was one of (Y/N)'s favorite pastimes, and what got them in trouble the most.

This gave him an excuse to beg Peter desperately for help with his homework, therefore getting to spend more time with him. It was a solid plan in his mind.

"For sure! Studying and then Star Wars, sounds like the perfect Friday," Peter said back, always too nice (or too love-struck) to say no to (Y/N).

Ned looked between them, realizing they were doing the smiling-at-each-other-for-too-long thing, and coughed to get their attention.

(Y/N) and Peter both looked over at him and Ned smiled, "So, got any dates to prom yet?" It was meant to be a joke, the three of them in the "nerd" clique, even though realistically they were all very attractive and much more than just nerds. (Considering one of them was the web-slinging super hero, they were much more than just smart.)

"Nope," (Y/N) and Peter said in unison, laughing together.

"What about you, Ned?" (Y/N) asked back, and Ned shook his head like it was a joke he was even asking.

"Who'd wanna go out with me?" Ned asked a bit glumly, thinking he was the unattractive one in their friend group.

"Well, I have an idea." (Y/N) winked at him and pointed down the hallway. A girl named Darla, who they'd gone to school with since elementary, noticed she'd been caught staring and blushed, turning back to her locker quickly.

Ned stuttered for a minute, his face heating up. "No, she must've been looking at one of you-"

"Dude, she's been in love with you since the eighth grade!" (Y/N) insisted, moving between Peter and Ned and throwing his arm over Ned's shoulder. "I bet you twenty bucks that if you ask her out she'll say yes."

Shaking his head in doubt, Ned stuttered again, before giving up.

"She'll probably be asked out by the captain of the football team or something- that's always what happens with the cheerleaders."

"Oh, come on buddy. You've got a chance, you're the only one that doesn't see it," Peter insisted.

"She knows me because I help her with her calculus homework..."

"Just try. If not, what's the worse that can happen?" (Y/N) asked nonchalantly.

"I'll get humiliated."

"Or she could say yes," Peter countered.

"Fine, I'll do it if you guys leave me alone about it."

"That's all I ask." (Y/N) held his hands up in surrender. Then he turned to Peter and they fist bumped.

Once they got outside Ned split off, going his own way home while (Y/N) pulled out his skateboard. Happy waved from the limousine at Peter, letting him know that he was here to take him to Tony.

(Y/N) let out a low whistle, looking at the limo. "Nice ride, Parker. Perks from the internship?"

"Uh, yeah. Yeah, Mr. Stark sends Happy to pick me up when its more urgent." Technically it wasn't a full lie, he'd usually only get picked up by Happy if it involved emergencies.

"Well, drive safe. Text me if you need anything, or just if you're bored." (Y/N) pulled Peter into a hug, patting his back and putting down his skateboard.

"See you tomorrow!" Peter patting him back before watching him skate off, looking back to Happy. As he approached the door opened, and his jaw dropped as he saw Tony.

"Was that your boyfriend?" he teased, glasses at the end of his nose.

"Oh! Mr. Stark, I didn't know-"

"Hop in kid, we've got places to be."

...

Knocking on the Parker's apartment door, (Y/N) played with the colorful box in his hands.

May opened it, smiling when she saw who it was.

"(Y/N)! It's such a pleasure to have you, Ned and Peter are in Peter's room." May pulled him into a hug and (Y/N) returned it, smiling at the comfort he got every time he was welcomed into their home.

"Thanks, May. Here, my mom made you those cupcakes you like." He held out the box and May gasped, her smile getting brighter.

"Oh, that woman..." she shook her head in amusement. "Tell her thanks! Now I've got to make her that pasta she likes so much."

(Y/N) laughed and patted May's shoulder before making his way to Peter's room.

"Happy Friday boys!" (Y/N) announced as he walked into his room.

"You said that this morning," Ned commented laughing as (Y/N) slung his backpack to the floor.

"No, this morning I said 'It's Friday'. This time it's happy," (Y/N) corrected with a smirk, sitting down on the floor with Peter and Ned.

"Don't forget, it's not just Star Wars it's also studying," Peter reminded with a laugh, pulling his books out of his backpack.

(Y/N) let out a dramatic groan, clearly joking, because he didn't mind what he did as long as he got to hang out with his friends (especially Peter).

About half an hour into studying, Ned left to use the bathroom and Peter and (Y/N) started talking.

"You've asked people out before, right (Y/N)?"

"Yeah, why? You got someone in mind?" MJ was (Y/N)'s first guess. (Y/N) had seen how he looked at MJ and wished it was him instead.

Peter, on the other hand, was only thinking of (Y/N). He was extremely handsome and charming, always jokingly flirting with Peter- but no matter how smart he was, he was oblivious to Peter's obvious attraction to him.

"Uh, yeah, I do. I was wondering if you could help me ask them out to prom? Just like, give me tips or something on how to impress them..." Peter nervously chuckled as he trailed off, scratching the back of his head.

"Oh, sure! But I'm not sure there's much I can say to help. You're a really great guy Peter, and anybody would be lucky to have you. I know everyone says this, but just be yourself and depending on the reaction you get it'll tell you if they're the right person for you or not." (Y/N) shrugged, not really sure what else to say.

Peter nodded, trying to figure out how to impress (Y/N). "Should I get them flowers? Or make one of those 'promposal' signs?"

"I always thought those signs were kind of tacky, but if you think they'll like it then I think you should go for it. And I think the flowers are a nice idea..." (Y/N) tried to give him a smile, but he didn't think it looked very confident. It hurt, not knowing if he liked (Y/N) back- but it hurt worse knowing he liked someone else.

"Okay. Okay, I'll bring them flowers. What kind do you think I should get?"

Just then, Ned walked back into the room, stopping hesitantly in the doorway as if he'd interrupted something.

"Hey, Ned," (Y/N) greeted, smiling at him.

"What's up?" Ned asked, still not sure if he should sit back down or not. He considered making an excuse about asking May for snacks or something, but they weren't giving him any clear signs that he wasn't welcome in the conversation.

"Just talking about asking people to prom," Peter responded with a shrug, going back to his homework.

"Peter was wondering what flowers he should get for his crush," (Y/N) gained back some confidence with the joke, nudging Peter playfully.

"Oh?" Ned asked, eyebrows up as he retook his seat on the ground, looking between the two. He noticed their behavior and realized it was going to be weird for a while- and that he couldn't say anything. He held back a sigh at that thought.

"Yeah, what kind do you think I should get them, Ned?" Peter asked as (Y/N) started twirling his pen in his hand.

"Who're they for? Everyone has favorite flowers, right?" Ned thought aloud, looking through his notes.

"I say roses. Everybody likes roses," (Y/N) concluded, nodding as he talked.

The boys went back to studying (and eventually Star Wars).

...

Monday morning's were always rough, and prom was that Saturday so everybody was buzzing (much to (Y/N)'s annoyance).

Closing his locker with a yawn he turned to walk to his first class, chemistry with Peter, just to be jump scared by said boy.

"Woah! Peter, hey. Gave me a heart attack," (Y/N) mumbled as he clutched his chest, his breathing ragged.

"Sorry! Didn't mean to..." Peter looked sheepish as he gulped down his nerves.

"Are you okay? You look really... sweaty." That's when (Y/N) noticed the roses in his hand and his mood dropped. "Oh, you must be nervous to ask out your crush, huh?"

Peter nodded, taking in a deep breath.

"Yeah. I just hope he says yes." And he held out the flowers with a almost scared looking smile.

"(Y/N), will you go to prom with me?"

His jaw hit the floor, eyes wide with confusion and shock. He never thought in a million years Peter would ask him out, much less over MJ, who was watching from her locker next to his with a smirk.

Truth is, Peter knew that MJ and (Y/N) shared an art class and were friends, so he asked her for advice. That's what led to the awkward study conversation, and the roses in front of (Y/N)'s face.

"Wait- what? Really?" (Y/N) asked, searching Peter's face for any hints of a prank or deception. "You're shitting me, right Parker?"

Peter just shook his head, heart racing a mile a minute.

"You said roses, so I got you roses. I'm sure if you knew I was meaning you you'd have said another kind of flower but I couldn't figure out how to ask you what your favorite flower was without giving myself away-" Peter rambled, fumbling with the paper around the bouquet of roses.

(Y/N) put his hand on Peter's fumbling one and smiled at him, "I'd love to go to prom with you, Peter. I love the roses- and I'm so glad you didn't make one of those stupid poster boards."

The boys broke into somewhat relieved laughter and Peter pulled him into a hug.

That's when they remembered that they were in the middle of a highschool hallway. Everybody was staring at them, and both of their faces were shades warmer than before.

Ned, always the loyal friend, stepped in.

"Darla!" he all but shouted through the hallway, everybody's attention going to him. He was holding a singular tulip in his hand and was sweating bullets. "Will you go to prom with me?"

Some kids started laughing, but they turned into gasps as Darla nearly squealed as she nodded her head, her curls bouncing with her movement.

"Yes, Ned! I'd love to!" She hugged him, while he just stood there in absolute astonishment. His original plan was to pull attention away from his best friends by being humiliated, not by pulling the most beautiful and talented girl in the school.

(Y/N) started clapping and hollering, Peter soon joining him.

Then the bell rang, and everybody started going to their classes.

...

"I still can't believe that happened," Ned whispered from Peter's carpeted floor, staring up at the ceiling in amazement.

Peter and (Y/N) sat on his bed, putting together the Lego death star shoulder to shoulder. They'd steal looks at each other every once in a while, blushing at their newfound romance.

When they watched a movie with May later that night they held hands and shared a blanket, and all May did was smile at them when she noticed.

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Yippee!!!

Not as chaotic as I'm sure you were hoping, but I thoroughly enjoyed writing this.

Thank you anon! I hope you liked it.

-Author Max <3

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for denying a student's entry into my class?

this story is a few years old, but I've been wondering about it for a while, so here's my submission. I (30M at the time) am a high school teacher. My school has an extension class that, when students first enter the school, have the chance to apply to. To get in, one has to pass a test. There are 2 parts, a math and an English, both of which I and 3 other teachers judge. If they pads the test, I am their math teacher.

When I was welcoming the test-takers in, I overheard 2 boys (about 14 years old) talking. One of them was talking to the other, who looked uncomfortable. I don't remember exactly what he was saying, but it was something very misogynistic and racist. This struck me off guard, as almost all the students in the school are very kind and accepting, so it's been a while since I'd heard something like that from a child's mouth. I didn't say anything about it, I don't remember why. When everyone was seated, I stood in front of them all and greeted them. This child, who was in the back row, stage whispered to his friend "Ew, an Asian!". A few people laughed uncomfortably and the boy grinned cockily. I didn't know what to say to that, so I just explained the test and left the room.

After, when I was looking over the tests, I stopped on the boy's English test. The prompt was to wrote about someone who inspires you. This boy had written 3 full pages about Andrew Tate and how he was inspiring because he could 'pull 9 girls at once' and was filthy rich. My most distinct memory of his essay was the text at the bottom of his plan for the essay, which read 'talk about how he knows women are inferior'.

I know I am meant to mark objectively, but at that moment I saw red and gave him a very low mark on the essay. Arguably his writing skills were average, and his math was very good, which would have been enough to get him into the class. Except, the other teachers grading him seemed to have the same ideas as me, and graded him low to average on his essay. His total score was not enough to grant him entry to the class.

I told my partner at the time this story while I was drunk a few weeks later, and she said I was wrong to have graded him so low and that I may have ruined his life. I don't regret what I did, but I just objectively want to know: AITA?

TLDR: I graded a boy low on a test so he couldn't get into the extension class because he was extremely misogynistic and unaccepting.

What are these acronyms?

[icravebooks]

Paint me yours.

Yoongi x reader

Genre: establish rlsp, smut, pure filthy smut.

Summary: you had an idea and yoongi never said no to it.

Warning: pure straight out smut, it's mature content so kids stay away, spanking, p into v penetrations, unprotected sex (i am not gonna say don't be foolish cause more than half of you don't even have a social life let alone because you are delulu), paint play, temperature play, soft dom yoongi, sub reader, yoongi loves taunting and teasing. That will be all please tell me if you find anything worth mentioning.

Masterlist

Side note: this had been in my mind for days I had to get it out so that's why I stayed up the night writing this. Enjoy

Word count: 4k

To the point you could conclude yoongi was the best boyfriend anyone could ever ask of, he was the perfect softie, and the best power he held was that he never said no to anything you ever suggested, 6 years of relationship and there was not even a single time he had said no to you. Not even when you would ask him to come over at 3 in the morning.

So it wasn't a surprise that he had said yes to your almost shy request, it had struck you out of no where, you were just watching some show it had some scenes related to painting and just somehow you mind dragged you to the deepest pools of lust, a not so innocent idea striking you so hard that you had no other option but you discuss it with your boyfriend, you didn't tell him the details though, you just told him you had something in mind that you wanted to try with him and like yoongi was he never said no.

So that's how you both ended up in the living room of your apartment, the sofas and cushioned all pushed back to create abundance space for both you and yoongi to try the idea you had been thinking about, a large canvas laying in front of you both, the cans of pain kept on the side of it and a few brushes stocked in a pen stand beside your leg.

"So.." yoongi finally breaks the silence his hand placed on his hips while his body is half turned your way, one of his perfectly shaped eyebrows raised in a silent question, you couldn't exactly hide how nervous you were feeling about this, the death grip you had on your shirt was enough to give it out, your were biting the inside of your cheeks not entirely sure about how you should let yoongi know what you had planned, it felt embarassing to say it out loud.

It wasn't that you guys hadn't done shit, you guys were actually really far from that if anything the amount of corrupt acts you had done together was let's just say a secret hidden to maintain world peace. But this was the first time you had something you thought of, something totally out of the box, something that came from your imagination.

It wasn't that you were scared that yoongi would judge you, he never did that infact if anything he always helped you relax and not overthinking things, he always was there when the shouts inside your head got too loud, he always knew when you were about to lose it and that was why he turned towards you totally, his warm rough hands coming up to cup your cheeks and his warm lips coming to collide with the bridge of your nose, stealing a sigh from you.

"It's okay love, there's nothing wrong in wanting to try something if anything it makes us knowledgeable." Yoongi always knew what you thought even without you speaking it and it was something that has always come as a warm blanket over you anytime things got hard, just like now and his words actually relieve you making your stiffness dissolve and your expression softens as you look into his eyes.

"That's like my brave girl." The gummy smile that he flashes your way has the remaining tension leaving your body, a smile cracking on your face at his comment as he places his forehead against yours, "now stop torturing my poor soul and tell me what you have planned for us?" Yoongi's direct questions makes your throat dry but you can't hide away, you lick your dry lips locking eyes with him.

"Umm.. I thought.. maybe we could..try you know.. some paint and..that canvas..I mean you get it right, i can't put it into exact words but the rough up conclusion is that I want you to fuck me on that canvas." Your innocent stupor breaks away by the end of your monologue, it was hard to be shy about something when you always are the outspoken one, it's hard to not have words when you always have them.

Your words make your boyfriend laugh, a almost surprised look visible in his eyes while he squeezes your cheeks between his hands, "aww my baby finally turning naughty." Yoongi tease his voice dropping down a few octaves and turning husky making your knees quiver, you can feel the way your starts feel turned on by that single comment of his.

You look away from him not able to keep your eyes on him but that yoongi doesn't allows as he grips your chin gently between his finger and turns your eyes back towards him, "didn't we went over the rules love?, You need to keep yours Eyes on me my good girl." You knew how much of a switch yoongi was, he was the perfect boyfriend in public and in private when it was steamy hot moments he was a dominating alpha male who knew how to keep you withering and under his control but even in that he never did anything that would hurt you.

However that didn't mean you didn't get punished by him specifically on certain occasion and one thing to remember about yoongi was that, yoongi held his rules very important and the thought of making him angry made you wetter by seconds, as fun as it sounded you had other plans for today so you would rather let that one sit back for another time, so you kept your gaze pinned at him, "let's make this as detailed as we can play?" Yoongi's instruction was clear and simple and you knew that it was important for him to know what exactly you wanted so that the whole thing would turn out well.

Your nodding earned you a quick peck on the lips from yoongi one of his hand leaving your face and wandering down behind your back to squeeze your ass and pull you closer to him, your own hands entangled in the mess of his long black hairs to keep you anchored, "you want to be fucked laying down on that canvas ?" Yoongi questions humming against your lips, his hand that was still on your cheek patting it in a comforting manner, your heart felt warm at the action knowing exactly well that it was yoongi's way of keeping your anxiety from taking a toll on you.

"Yes." You whisper comes out breathy, your eyes almost closing when yoongi starts kissing his way from your jaw to your neck, lazy open mouth lustful kisses that have you moaning out his name already while you are sure you have drenched your panties already. "What else do you want me to do?" Yoongi questions all the while his hand that had been on your ass moved towards the front and in between your thighs pushing them apart slightly, you shudder at the feeling of his wet tongue licking away on your skin like fire.

"Paint.. I want you and I to leave colour imprinting of our love making on that canvas." You breathly confess your mind already going to hijack with the feeling of his lips against you and his hands that are playing with your body, a chuckle vibrates yoongi's body along side yours sending another wave of arousal gushing out of your pussy. "My my when did I turned my sweet little princess into a dirty girl?" You were sure as hell that yoongi loved teasing you, no matter how many times you guys had done how many dirty things, he would never give up on the idea that you were a classical good girl who he corrupted, in your opinion yoongi loved the fact that he had the power over you to turn you into lust filled slut and it didn't bother you even in the slightest not when it was yoongi or his skillful fingers which were currently tracing the outline of your panties.

"Anything else you would like me to do to you princess ?" You couldn't deny just how sexy yoongi's grunting voice sounded near your ear as he worked his way up the side of your neck to your ear, your hands tugging at his hair strands at the way his finger circled around your clothed clit, you almost cried at the teasing you were subjected to under yoongi's hand but you were never behind on returning the favour as your own hand moved down to cup his clothes already hard bulge through his sweatpants.

When yoongi groaned on you palming him a satisfied smirk ignited on your lips while you watched the way his hooded lust blown eyes gave you a warning look, "that will be all darling." You kept your voice seductive, dragging the nickname further to tease the man who just smiled lazily at your cheeky behaviour before his hands were shredding you off your clothes and you were returning the favour, not even ten seconds later both you were reduced to your underwear and yoongi to his sweatpants.

Yoongi smiled at you deviously before attacking your lips, his hands roaming all over your body coming up to squeeze your breast before they started to massage them and a loud moan elicited from you in response. Your own hands couldn't from pulling him in even more, not letting him go until you both were running short on air, you both pulled away totally breathless eyes scanning each other's body with a hunger visible in both your eyes.

Yoongi took a step back from you and opened up one of the cans that laid on the floor, "get down here princess." The commanding voice that yoongi used were enough to turn your legs into jelly and he didn't really had to tell you twice before you found yourself sitting halfway on top of the canvas, yoongi took his place in between your parted legs, you watched him with anticipating breathe as his eyes made contact with yours, a grin spreading on his lips.

"Open up for me princess." Yoongi requested tapping the inside of your thighs and you stretched them far apart allowing yoongi the perfect view of your drenched panty, a groan left the man at the sight of your already gone state, your smiled clearly feeling proud that you were the reason yoongi looked so animalistic, like he could devour you right then and there, "already so wet for me love." Yoongi commented taking a step closer to you and tracing a finger from your knees to your inner thighs before they dived inside your panty to press against your clit which made you throw your head back while you supported yourself on the palm of your hands leaning back and pushing forward on his finger, "always wet for you baby." Your breathless confession made the man swell up with pride, his eyes shining as he eye fucked you, taking in the sinister state you were in, mentally clicking up an image of yours in his mind to keep.

He pulled away his finger from your core making a whimper escape your mouth but that only made the male chuckle as he started to pull down your panty, a cold wet sensation igniting where yoongi touched which made you look back at him out of curiousity, your breathe getting stolen when you see the sight that greets you.

A trail of yellow paint follows the finger that are pulling your panties down, the sight just makes you more wet and your throw back your head again when yoongi discards your panty and places a kiss to the top of your thigh, "absolutely beautiful." Yoongi whispers warm against your skin as he places open mouth kisses to your thigh all the way down to your knees before his one hand comes to your hips moving back to your ass, you can feel the coolness of the paint wherever yoongi touches you and you almost lose all your senses when his hand kneads on your ass cheeks spreading the paint further on it.

"Eyes on me love." Yoongi punctuates his words with a light smack to yours other ass cheek, his figure coming atop you, his face hovering inches above yours while his lower half press against yours, you moan when yoongi's clothed length press against your naked heat, "who said you were allowed to keep that on?" You questioned looking into yoongi's eyes, knowing that he understood what you were talking about, yoongi smirks down on you as your hands lock behind his neck, he supports himself on one of his forearm while the other dips into the can of paint beside you before it disappears down.

You open your mouth to say something against stopping immediately when you feel yoongi run down his painted hand down your torso to your abdomen and then down to your core, he smears the paint on either of your inner thighs before his fingers progress in on your pussy, his two fingers rubbing on the lips of your pussy before he parts them and enters his middle finger knuckle deep into your core, you scream out curses throwing your head back at the invasion.

"Ah ah love didn't i say eyes on me." Yoongi's fingers retreat along his words making you whimper in refusal, your eyes glaring at the man on top of you before you decide that he deserves a pay back so you flip him over, now you are the one on top of him. You straddle his lap purposely grinding yourself against his length to get those beautiful groans of his. This time it's yoongi whose head falls back and his eyes shut, giving you the perfect opportunity to Tut back at him.

"Now baby, that isn't really exemplary for someone who was taunting me about closing my eyes." You sass back continuing to ride him, yoongi totally ignores your sass, his hands grip onto your waist so tight tha you are sure there are gonna be bruises but you don't mind some bruises.

Not when yoongi looks so lost and divine with his lips parted his eyes shut while he is fumbling out incoherent words, you turn yours body half sideways grabbing onto a can of colour and opening it before you dip your hand in it and pull out to spread the red paint over yoongi's chest, making sure to give him a slow shoulder massage when you are at it anyway. You lean down enough so that your chest is brushing his with each breath that he takes, knowing very well that the wet paint is getting on your body too.

Your bump yours nose with his as you grind against him, "how does it feels baby?" You straight out provoke him using a slutry tone and continue to grind against him as you continued your tortur-- massage on his chest trailing the extra paint down to his v line, you can hear yoongi grunt and groan at your action but he doesn't complains, so you continue until you reach the offending piece of clothing and when you do, you placed a kiss directly over that visible tent in his pants, making sure to suck on that very spot to make yoongi even more frustrated, finally you get the piece of clothing off him by dragging his sweatpants of his hips, making extra sure that you did it slowly as slowly as you could with the man grumbling for you to be a little quick at your work but you took your sweet time and once he was free from his confinements.

You dipped both your hands in two different colours winking up at him wickedly as you say in between his stretched thighs, "what are yo.." yoongi didn't complete his question before which yours hands were placed on either side of his hips before you trailed your fingers towards his cock, taking slow deliberate taps closer to his shaft before finally taking his length in your hand and smearing his mighty cock with the paint, making sure to Dip down and place a quick kiss to the oozing tip of his cock, maybe a quick suck too just so to hear that throat deep grunt of his while he cursed.

"Easy there babyboy." Your tease seem to only make the male more restless, it was actually an impressive thing that you and yoongi had rules that when the other takes charge you must restrain from stopping them not until you can't help it, so knowing that yoongi could help it still you took your time sliding your palm up and down the inside of his shaft, even going for some extra paint before going down to massage his balls, so instead of an oil massage you were giving him a paint massage how funny.

"Y/N you need to stop if you don't want to end up in a rather hard situation." You knew why yoongi was warning you and it only made you giggle the fact that he was so close to lose it when you were pumping his length with yours hands wrapped around it, making sure to give him a squeeze every now and then. Yep you were totally asking for it but never saw it coming not when yoongi's hands traveled to grab onto yours shoulder, not when he let them trail down your arm, you thought he was trying to anchor himself by doing that but boy were you wrong?

A yelp left your mouth when yoongi pulled you atop him by a harsh tug on your arm, your blood ran cold when you saw the look of pure wickedness and contempt clear in his eyes, it left you breathless, your breathe hitched in your throat when yoongi turned you both around, trapping you in between his arms.

"Lay on your stomach love." That was enough to make you feel goosebumps the chills in his voice making you gulp down harshly while your walls clenched around nothing, you didn't protest and complied with him, turning around and laying flat on your stomach while you heard him mutter a good girl just beside your ear, you knew yoongi purposely pressed his body against yours letting you feel his hard length against your ass. You knew he purposely rubbed his cock against you to make you frustrated.

"Hands above your head princess." You complied without any complain knowing exactly well there was nothing to argue with him about, you yelped when yoongi delivered a smack against your ass, "playing with fire isn't something good girls do my love." Yoongi's scolding was something he was enjoying and you knew that from his tone, you tried to hold back a retort meanwhile yoongi nudged you open for him even more.

You were about to make a comment when yoongi decided to plunge three finger inside you, making you scream out in surprise which made him laugh, you turned your head back to glare at the man who just gave you a cocky smirk, finding your surprise funny.

"Any problem there love?" He mocked you as he started to thrust his fingers in and out of you, you would have retorted with something witty had it not been that yoongi was making you moan and groan so good, you felt fool with his fingers knuckle deep inside you hitting that perfect spot only he could find.

Yoongi kept his thrust even until he felt you clench around his digit that was when he picked up his pace making you cry out his name in a bliss as white covered your vision and you saw stars when you came on his finger, yoongi helping you through you high and once he was sure you were okay, he pulled his fingers out licking them clean before he placed a kiss on your shoulder.

You laid there silently for a moment or two as you felt yoongi giving you a back massage while he spread paint on your back, once he was done you finally looked back at him, "not exhausted right?" You couldn't help but smile at the way yoongi cared even though you knew he needed you right now too, it was heart warming to know that for him you and your comfort always came first no matter what.

"Our quickies also have more than one round baby." You commented back trying to assure him that you were not thoroughly spent, who were you kidding there had been far more times when you and yoongi kinda did the very thing the song 69 talked about.

"I don't see a lie there." Yoongi comments back helping you to turn around and lay on your back as he came to press his lips against yours, you giggled against his lips when his fingers brushed against your tummy, you felt yoongi smile in the kiss as he positioned himself against you, you pulled his bottom lip between your teeths tugging at it as he pushed into.

You let his bottom lip go moaning along side him at the way you felt filled in that moment, a connection that felt like you were made for him, yoongi didn't felt different either he felt like you were the missing pieces of his life, the pieces that would complete the puzzle we call life and just like a puzzle fits perfectly you fit perfectly against him.

"I love you." You both whispered at the same time chuckling right after at the moment, it was so serene and peaceful you could do this for a life time, yoongi stayed buried inside you for a moment longer before he pulled out halfway and then thrusted in again, "once I am done taking you like this, i will make you bounce on my cock." Yoongi's words made you clench around him a deep moan eliciting from somewhere within your chest as yoongi pulled out and thrusted harshly inside you again.

"You like that?.. ofcourse you like it, you are a dirty girl..a slut who likes to be used by me..want me to tell you what else I will do to you?" Yoongi laughs when you clench around him even harder at the way he talks, it turns you so much, yoongi turns you on so much that you don't mind any position or any number of times he is willing to take you in.

"How about I fuck you from behind?, spank that pretty little ass of yours so good that you can't sit without thinking about me, you like that ..ngh ...fuck look at the way you are clenching around me.." you weren't able to thinking about the way yoongi was trying to tease you, you were far too gone in the pleasure to even think about anything, every thing yoongi said you wanted him to do that to you.

You knew your clenching around yoongi was making him get closer to his release too, it was make him lose his mind too and the absolute proof was the way he was twitching inside of you while he kept thrusting inside you in a harsh pace. You were sure had it not been for yoongi's before hand arrangements the canvas would have gave in by now, you were glad that yoongi was so good at planning things and paying attention to little things, it made you love him even more.

You couldn't help but stare in awe at the man who you claimed to love with all you heart, his forehead glistening with sweat as the light from the ceiling lights brightened his features, the way his deep throat grunts were edging you off and when his fingers rubbed circles against your clit you finally gave in, feeling the white blanket covering your vision again as stars danced in front of you, your release seeming to trigger even yoongi's as he came into you with one last thrust.

His body slumping on top of yours while you trying to catch your breathe, yoongi slipped from on top of you before pulling you to him, a quick peck pressed to your hairline with a i love you. It didn't end just then though, yoongi had promised you a lot more rounds after that too so that's exactly what you guys did.

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"Hey yoongi hyung!" Jungkook's calling drew yoongi out from the kitchen where he was helping you, he headed to where the maknae was, yoongi's steps flattering slightly when he saw where the youngest was standing, his eyes fixed on the same spot where jungkook was looking at, "yea?" Yoongi tried to play it cool but the way the maknae looked so focused had him feeling an itch of nervousness inside him, "you never told me that you were getting so good at painting." Jungkook's comment made the elder laugh, as his eyes jumped from jungkook to the canvas hung covering one of yoongi's living room wall, a whole series of flashback shooting through his mind at the images.

"It just slipped my mind." Yoongi mumbled out looking back to jungkook for a quick moment before his eyes wandered away to where you were inside the kitchen, an evil mischievous grin plastered on your face while you mouthed a 'Suits you.' in yoongi's direction before jin walks in to talk to you about something.

"It's kind of impressive how nice you have used the brush strokes."

Oh jungkook only if you knew.

[blueberry-pride]

Sing Me A Melody

Centurion Follower Event Special (March 1-25) Warnings: N/A Request: Hi, can I request about mc/Yuu loves to sing and rook and mallues write a poem about how they admire their songs ^^ (I really like poems and singing I think it'll be Soo cute ✨)

Berry: So I accidentally messed up with the original one in my inbox TvT hopefully this still finds its way to that anon because I actually really like this idea <3 Haven't written poems in a while but it was fun getting back into it!

"To what do my sharp ears have the chance of hearing?" He chuckled as he peaks from afar. Standing still, blending into the woods as he watches (Y/N) as the light dance through their skin, their voice echoing through the trees, leaves gently falling down like rose petals around them which has the hunter enraptured.

Would spend the next few days, trying to find your voice once more. Planning out his schedule just so he could spend just a little time to watch you in your moment.

Watches from afar as to not scare and interrupt your singing but just couldn't help himself singing a lonely duet for a while. Be it singing along with you or adding his own verses. He often finds himself to be in a more lovesick mood, humming and swooning (Vil and Epel are giving him the side-eye)

To describe his style of poems, I think he'd write like hundreds or even thousands (you can't stop a man who is this passionate) and they all vary depending on the song you chose to sing that day. Very sweet, charming and passionate for your eyes only.

You'd come across these poems as Rook would have them in a sort of scavenger hunt. Easy to find and navigate but loves the thrill of it when you realize it'll lead you to the place you'd often sing at. There, you'd find him, smiling softly with a single red rose in hand. Would you care for a duet (Y/N)?

My words, my pen, and my heart could not do you justice

But by the stars above,

Your voice, your melody and your presence…

is your dialect, a showcase of love

I may know and speak a many from far and near

But you, mon amour'

You speak in a language that only my heart can hear

Through you, I see beauty, I see your grandeur

My pen, Your Melody, My heart to your presence

May we sing together in our decadence

No matter what we may speak, no matter what is sung

Our ballad will go onward as the day is still young

"I've heard countless melodies and ballads for my kingdom, and for my honor..." He thought to himself but he couldn't stop his feet from walking towards the familiar voice near Ramshackle. "But never have I been struck down like lightning by a melody as soft and gentle as rain."

The Fae prince was already poetic and smitten from the first time he heard your voice and each time he watches from afar, he grows even more fonder of you. Would often just stop in the middle of what he's doing if he hears you humming from across the hallway. (Don't make him shush you)

Whenever he doesn't know the song your singing, he'd go to Lilia or even others for help on the matter. (A very funny scene is him bothering Leona about it as well if he' catches sight of the lion's in the vicinity). Similar to Rook, he's also the type to hum to himself as he goes about his usual walks at night or around the dorm. All while his dorm is curious to what got their dorm leader so enamored by a love song..

His style of poems has quite the difference in comparison to Rook's. Malleus' are what I believe to be honest, sentimental with a all the love showered into each verse. Devotion and sincerity in its purest form all while sprinkled with ornate words that are only fitting for such a Fae of his caliber.

I see this story befitting of a secret admirer trope. Malleus would be the type to send poems night after night, happily watching from a far just to see you smile upon reading them. He'd leave it by your doorstep up until You'd come back earlier than expected to accidentally catch him in the act.

"Well isn't this quite a predicament we're in child of man."

The stars don't hold a candle

in comparison to how radiant you are tonight

The darkness, where I've lived for long and alone

Yet your sweet words, The heart in your song felt like home

How I feel for you can be the making of a story

Path of thorns, wall of flames, or even if I was pierced by ivory

No matter, lull me to sleep with your symphony

And I shall let it be

Of shadows, of storms and curses I master

All to hear your melody, my symphony

Give us a serenade as I waltz you to our Happily Ever After

[mobirights]

MOBI DEAD GAY WIZARDS (not really but still) RANTTTT

I have major writers block, so for anyone who cares, I'm gonna talk (rant) about the Descendants movies/books while I write a chapter for my Descendants AU jegulus fanfic (the children are innocent linked here).

We DO NOT talk enough about how in the first Descendants book (don't talk to me about how canon or non-canon those books are, they ARE to ME, OKAY?) Ben and Mal had dreams about each other before the VK's got brought to Auradon??? like WHAAAAT. It adds SO MUCH to their relationship and those layers WILL be included in my fic. Like it makes so much sense???

Cause, like, even though we love Ben and Mal, we can all collectively agree that it was crazy how he just left Audrey, right? Like love potion, I know, I know. But my girl had every right to be upset because her boyfriend doesn't even break up with her, but just declares his love to the new girl who is a VILLAIN KID, through SONG, during a sports game where AUDREY was cheering for him??? And was low-key being weird (flirty, awe-struck?) with Mal from the second they met??? Like. Queen of Mean was so valid (and personally one of my fav songs).

BUTTTT if we think about it with the knowledge that he was DREAMING about Mal months prior, it makes so much sense. When he first met Mal when the vk's came to Auradon, that was the moment it clicked for him who he'd been dreaming about and he was down bad from there. I still think the whole love potion fiasco was unfair to Audrey, especially after Ben jumped in the enchanted lake and realized he was under a spell AND I refuse to believe that the scene at the end of Descendants 3 was the only conversation Ben and Mal had with Audrey about it. Like that apology wasn't even a real apology??? I head-canon that they had a much deeper conversation where they THOROUGHLY apologized to Audrey, her to them, and they ate strawberries and lived happily ever after friendship. But anyways.

It makes so much sense. Even though I hate what Ben did to Audrey, we also find out in the books that he had been questioning their relationship before he even met Mal or considered bringing the VK's to Auradon. He had been questioning EVERYTHING about his life in Auradon. (so James Potter coded of him honestly) Like we learn so much in the books and it's fucking crazy (I could make whole other post about THAT btw).

AHHHH. Like guys you don't understand, that children's book has me in a CHOKEHOLD because of... everything?? Like ugh.

But back to the dreams. That's so destiny, fate, soulmates coded of Ben and Mal. How did they dream about each other? THEY NEVER MET. We learn from Ben that he feels trapped in Auradon. Bro barely even leaves his castle??? Like at all??? (The United States of Auradon is an insane place when you think about it after reading the book) SOULMATES. IT'S THE ONLY EXPLANATION. He couldn't stop thinking about her after the dream. And at the end of the book, surprise surprise, he gets his idea to bring the VK's to Auradon after thinking about her. Like, of course he's doing it out of the goodness of his heart and because he wants change in Auradon, BUTTT.

It's also because of Mal.

He was thinking about her before he had the idea, thinking about how she is a poor unfortunate child trapped on the Isle. LIKE the way he stared out at the Isle before he made his proclamation (very much included and expanded upon in my fic) is so yearning, longing, 'I need you now, but I don't know you yet' core like- GUYS. you don't UNDERSTAND. They're everything to me. Soulmates, I tell you, SOULMATES.

The Descendants series has been all I can think about since starting this fic. Primary school me is having the time of his life because he too was obsessed with it. He didn't understand the NUANCES back then, though. I do. And I'm gonna share with it with the masses.

Everyone read the Isle of the Lost books by Melissa de la Cruz because so far it's so good! I'm only on the first one, but I love it. The writing style is amazing and also hilarious, and one thing you guys should know about me is that writing style means EVERYTHING to me. It's unfortunate because I've missed out on really good fanfics and normal novels because I just couldn't stand the writing style. But alas.

Expect more rants because talking about it inspires me to write and, as we've already established, I like to talk A LOT.

[fortunesfavours]

time travel in ten - sequential narrative collage piece done for my class, Artifact.

ramblings below the cut for those interested in the process/life update for friends who have noticed i've been gone

right lmao. i had two weeks to do this project and had a completely different idea that i just could not get myself to be excited about. emailed my prof in desperation, but it being like 10 pm meant that she was not about to respond. within 30 minutes, as it goes, i got struck with divine inspiration by whatever force of nature governs procrastination-induced genius, and i promptly spent the next 12 waking hours non-stop working on this.

my class, artifact, is a requirement for the foundation year at the college i attend. it centers around time-based media, ranging from the sequential illustration here to video later in the semester, and a bunch of other projects designed to get us thinking in 4d. artifact is the theme of the class - my peers are doing the same projects under a variety of different themes (tragically, haunting filled up too quickly and i missed out on enrollment in that one).

our first project was designing an artifact and doing a write-up of the story behind it. the girl to my left made beaded spiders members of a fictional cult carried. the guy across from me made an amulet of a long-dead god. you get the vibes. mine, which I still need to take professional photos of, is a pocketwatch that lets you time travel. cause, yknow. i'm me. it was gonna be about time travel.

i had originally intended to do a bunch of drawings of the watch's owner, building out her backstory and the world she lives in, and explaining why the watch exists,,,, then i couldn't bring myself to pick up the stylus. I just can't seem to find the energy for my usual digital art (sorry friends i miss yall i'm still here i swear).

here's the bit about my life so feel free to stop reading if you just care about the art 👍

I haven't drawn fanart or my ocs in months now, since last semester, and I miss it a whole bunch but right now that creative energy just. is not happening. i don't plan on abandoning it forever by any means, but p much everything i have is going towards school right now. sad as that is, i'm having so much fun, and i'm so proud of the technical improvements i've made. I've got so many things i want to create, mostly for my ocs. i still love crit role, but i've fallen of campaign three. i don't have the time, and the story hasn't been engaging me for a bit.

i've been really into dr who lately, and am eagerly waiting for the spare time to sit and watch all of candela obscura. i'm in a new dnd game. i've got friends! real life friends! irl friends who called me the wizard friend within a few hours of knowing me before i even opened my mouth about dnd lmao. i've discovered a new love of collage, and i've just declared my major in something unique to my school, a program called Studio for Interrelated Media. i'll be learning about illustration still through the extra electives i'll have room for, but i also get to explore printmaking in more depth, as well as event planning, installation, curation, and theatre work as well.

i miss being on here a whole bunch and want to be more active when i get more time. don't plan on abandoning this blog by any means. boston has been kind to me, and though i have had some Real Low Points, i've also been living the life i've hoped for since i was a kid. i'm good, really really good.

to my friends, ily, i miss you, and i hope you're well. can't wait to catch up on all yalls art and fic. sending all my love. <3

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

Sorry sorry but I can't help myself, the power this man holds I swear. I feel like aaron and brian just fit them so right??

Sorry for the angst, I actually wanted to save it for when you're requests are open but I thought it's too sad and you might not want to write it. Is it ok if I extend it a little and send it a few days later? (Apologies if it's too much but you've just awoken something in me that I didn't know I had)

But I'm so in love wirh the idea that you'd be that one unfathomably cool trio that is just so reckless and chaotic. We'd be the brain of the group (if that makes sense) and the only one who thinks before we act. Feel like we would be able to handle ourself in small fights, so he sometimes just stands there, awe struck, watching you like, yep, that's my girl. But god forbid someone manages to lay a finger on you, he'll see red. He WILL choke the man to death, no questions asked.

In the novel it is mentioned that he likes to read while on missions (when he has the time that is) so I can just imagine him grabbing two books for both of you as you sit and read like the classy couple that you two are. ("Killed 12 people and y'all are over here reading." lem, probably)

This is so self indulgent so I apologize but if you're first language isn't english, he WILL learn a few things just for you. He adores the surprised look on your face, followed by that pretty smile and laugh of yours.

In an interview with aaron and brian, aaron looked confused at the word "simp" and I can just picture that with tan and lem. He doesn't spend that much time on the internet so when lem hits him with the "You're whipped." or "Man's got it down bad." he'd look so confused.

Ok but imagine you trim his moustache, omg, he'll have you sit on his lap, his hands gently placed on your waist, you'd be too focused to notice the soft look in his eyes. "Darlin' stop smiling, I'll mess up." he mutter a sorry but the smile still remains present on his face.

Rewatched the movie, love the way this man looks in his full suit. Gotta ask, what's your fav scene of him? Or maybe your fav line of his? I'm in love with the way he explains the white death's backstory, he looks so good in that scene too. Also like the way he says tickety-boo, it's just so silly. Again, I'm so sorry, I said I'll wait a few days but I just couldn't. Just when I send in the ideas I get new ones, no thoughts, head empty, only tan. If you want I'll write them in my notes and save them for few days later.

💺 anon

hii!

1. not to worry, he still has me in one too. and right?!?

2. don’t worry about it!! was a beautifully sad idea. yes yes!! you’re more than welcome to expand it

3. YES!!! like the brainy/ maybe techy one. I feel like he’d let you have your moment/ revenge/ fighting time etc until it gets too close, like he knows you can handle yourself and don’t need a guy to defend/ protect, but tan wouldn’t risk it. like after a few minutes if you’re still fighting, he’ll come and help (he knows you could’ve done it, but again he didn’t wanna risk you getting killed/ really badly injured) you’re like “I nearly had him” and he’s like “yeah, I know” but he’s grinning and checking you over for cuts/ wounds etc

4. UGHH I LOVE THAT!! very classy, sitting in first class, legs crossed reading the same book😩 that lem moment😭😭perfect

5. omg yes!!! even more cute and perfect if it’s broken and the verbs and tenses are wrong and he says something in different language and you’re like “you said, ‘I am very beautiful’” 😭😭😭 and you’re trying not to laugh or embarrass him

6. AHAHAHA yes!! I feel like lem knows lots of the lingo, and tan is at a loss, “peng? what the fuck is peng” “what the fuck does that mean?” so lem is always educating him on the words. I feel like he sounds old when he asks about it, like “when did people stop saying …” “what’s wrong with saying …”

7. 🫠🫠🫠🫠 that’s all I gotta say about that one, omg!!?! melting and crying at that thought. WANT THAT

8. well… I haven’t watched it in a while, but I have many memorable moments. so I love when he walks off the train and lighting his cig (for obvious reasons) when he’s punching the back train window (again, for obvious reasons) when he and lem are debating the 16/17 kill count. and quotes … “you following me? stop… arsehole” and something along the lines of “story about when gordon met percy and how percy’s bleeding from his fucking eye sockets” “not particularly, no” “some 80s dance off, innit” AAAAHH NEED TO REWATCH IT AGAIN SO BAD

don’t worry about it bby, if and evenever you get ideas, keep them in your notes and then like this time and last send them over. don’t worry about sending in a few days, if you wanna, send them when you want. I said send too many times😭😭 hope you catch my drift

[the-maddestwoman]

LOVESICK +++

I've resisted the idea of writing about her because I didn't want to taint my safe spaces with memories of what once was anymore.

I realized that my body in itself will forever be never not touched by her. I realized that the way I know how to love now is because of what I learned from being with her. I realized that I am no Clementine, and it is realistically scientifically impossible to just permanently erase her from the depths of my mind. I can't keep these words in my head any longer. I need to put them down, so they don't stay and hurt me anymore.

They say there is grief because there was love.

I did love her. With all my heart, my soul, every little part of me that was capable of loving her loved her.

My lips craved her mouth with an endless desire, my skin constantly longed for her touch, my heart felt whole because of hers.

I always wonder what went wrong between us. Fully aware that not all relationships are smooth sailing, I accepted the fact that our little arguments and disagreements were about the two of us trying to learn how to properly be with each other.

Little did I know that we were actually growing further away from each other.

And it sucks, you know? I truly did see my future with her. I had never imagined that with anyone else.

Do you remember that, PJ? The first time I ever saw you in the morning. We stopped by the Triangle. We sat among strangers and birds. The 8AM sun kissed our skin, and you kissed my cheek.

When she decided she wanted nothing to do with me any longer, I couldn't think straight. I was fueled with rage from her audacity to want to leave me when she always said she wouldn't, filled with sadness from losing the person I loved the most, struck with disbelief that it was all happening.

Here I am, some 3, almost 4 months later. I don't remember the last time I cried because of her anymore.

I tell my friends I think I've moved on. I tell them that I think I've moved past the misery. They believe me.

Then out of nowhere, I get hit with a truck of emotions.

Ironic. That's what you told me when you told me you liked me back.

Just when I thought I was over it, the heartbreak washes over me again without warning. It feels almost like Spiderman being bonded with The Venom. It's uncontrollable, it's unstoppable. It just takes over me, and I fight it to the best of my abilities. I don't want to feel grief anymore, because I don't want to love her anymore. There is no point of loving someone, knowing she won't come back and knowing she wants nothing to do with me anymore. I don't want to feel that anymore.

I was doing great lately, barely thinking of her. It took me 5 seconds to want to cry when I saw her back on the dating apps a few weeks ago, but I bounced back quickly. I've been doing better.

But it just happened again. Like a virus, she has infected my mind, and I am love sick---replaying the best days in our relationship, feeding guilt into my conscience.

The cure, I found, is in screenshots of arguments we had, in the list of reasons I asked my best friend to write down in the first days after our breakup, in actively recalling what went wrong.

To be fair, we both went wrong. She no longer wanted to fight for it.

The love was real, it was genuine at a certain point in time. But I have to accept that it was also proven to be temporary. I have to let go.

Typing all these feelings down in a corner of the void that is the internet is my best attempt of creating an alternate vaccine to grant me further immunity from this heart-wrenching malady. Validity is unknown, but its effects will hold up until needed.

DISEASE: LOVESICK-24 Symptoms include: Wanting to text her for the nth time despite her blatant disregard, insomnia due to persistent flashbacks of when you were happy together, sulking, crying, feeling sad, looking back at photos, opening The eX-Box (not all symptoms may appear) Possible medications: Copious amounts of sad songs, pulling yourself out of the house and in the company of friends, cuddling with your giant puppy, walking under the sun, writing down the negative thoughts in your head to let go of the toxicity, reminding yourself of how great you are and how much you don't need her anymore.

I'll be okay. There's no need to be angry or sad anymore. Just okay.

[culttvblog]

The Avengers: They Keep Killing Steed/Too Many Olés and Another Podcast Recommendation

In my last post about an Avengers episode in which I compared the TV version with the Springbok Radio version, I commented that the Springbok versions used the actual scripts of the TV series, and so often represent an earlier stage of development of the show than the TV versions do. This is especially the case with They Keep Killing Steed. I am indebted to the dissolute.com.au site for the script and all sorts of other information for this blog post, and frankly you might as well go over there and read it there because this post will be highly derivative.

Not to put too fine a point on it, I could kick myself that I have listened to the Springbok Radio version of this in the past and never wondered why it was set in Spain instead of England. However now I know it's because Brian Clemens set it in Spain and wanted it filmed on location, which for economy reasons was changed to a gravel pit in Blighty. Not only that, but the script is a delight and actually gives the recipe for Avengerland right at the start of the script:

'(NOTE TO DIRECTOR: Although we are shooting abroad we MUST MAINTAIN "The Avengers" tradition when shooting outside - we are creting a limbo, de-populated world - and, even though the traditionally dressed passer-by might add local colour to the scene, we must resist the temptation and, wherever possible, keep the svenes empty of all people not directly concerned in the plot. BUT an apparently driverless donkey cart - the driver by inference asleep in the back - would be perfectly acceptable.' (Source: Brian Clemens's script for They Keep Killing Steed, p. 1.)

Well swipe me, he wanted to move Avengerland to Spain for this one. What a fascinating idea!

The script notes that 'even abroad [Steed] remains the English gentleman - bowler, umbrella, etc. (p. 4)', and Steed is very proud that he has learned the Spanish for 'my grandfather's ear trumpet has been struck by lightning (p. 5)!' This is despite him being able to speak to the Spanish Secret Service in fluent Spanish. Seriously, I think you should stop reading this blog post because your life would be better spent downloading the script from the dissolute site and reading it!

Not only does the script perfectly embody the ethos of The Avengers, but it accentuates that Brian Clemens couldn't half write. In the sequence where we see the various men putting on their helmets to transform themselves into Steed in their different locations, there is something which comes across far more effectively in the script than in either the TV or radio version, which is the way Clemens describes the different hotel rooms the men are in. One is a fusty hotel room, one a seedy hotel room, one a dingy hotel room, and one a dusty hotel room (p. 22). Seeing these descriptions coming one after the other on one page of the script is very effective and brings to mind a slightly different type of hotel room for each one, but all awful.

Major changes from the script in the TV version include that the baddies' headquarters are in an abandoned bullring instead of a quarry. But get this one, because you'll love it. I thought it was sufficiently Avengers that Mother had an underwater headquarters in the TV version, and indeed that is very Avengers indeed. However it will be to my eternal sorrow that the TV people didn't slavishly follow the script here, because Mother's headquarters are in a gypsy caravan and he has a sign outside saying 'MOTHER X - FORTUNES TOLD - PALMS READ'. Let THAT picture come to the mind's eye and try to tell me that isn't the most wonderful thing ever! This magnificent scene is carried over, just without a description of the fortune teller sign, into part 3 of the radio version, so you can listen to it even if you can't see it.

You will see from the commentary on both dissolute and IMDB that the reduction in costs wasn't only in filming the show here instead of in Spain, but that it reused parts of sets, stock effects, sounds, and of course the famous bridge. Mind you, using that bridge may not really be considered reusing because they filmed afresh at the bridge, and it did after all manage to get into so many TV shows and films at the time.

One thing which I think is much better in the radio version is of course that you don't get to see Ian Ogilvy as the owner of the house who is always getting himself into trouble with women. I know his role is a favourite with the fans, at least going by the online commentary, and I certainly have no objection to Ogilvie as such or his acting here, but it's the hair. He's supposed to be an obscenely wealthy man, but they've given him cheap bottle blonde peroxide hair so that he looks like a rent boy. Much better without him in that case.

A further interesting change which is different in both the TV and radio versions from the script, is that the script doesn't have the tag scene, just saying that it is to follow. Clements must have written it after the rest of the script, and I note that it is the same in TV and radio so must have been posted to South Africa with the rest of the script.

It is interesting to see some of the work behind the scenes on making an episode of The Avengers and then turning it into a radio programme afterwards. My only sorrow with this one is not to see Mother done up as a fortune teller: the underwater headquarters is positively boring in comparison.

A Podcast Recommendation

I seem to be finding all sorts of interesting things online at the moment! In this case Danielle Kirsty is a true crime and makeup YouTuber. And I do mean both at once. I had no idea how much seeing her putting on makeup while talking about cults would add to the experience, but you're much better watching her well-researched podcasts in their YouTube version than in their podcast version, and you can do so here: https://m.youtube.com/@DanielleKirsty11/videos

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I got a oneshot idea (if you wanna do it).

In this Y/n and joker are in her apartment doing whatever, then someone knocks on the door.

Y/n makes joker hide in the bedroom while she checks the door. To see that it is her neighbour from a floor below with her 3 year old kid. Y/n curses before she opens the door because at that moment she remembers something she had promised to do.

Her neighbour had asked her to babysit months ago while she goes on a business trip only for a day. Y/n opens the door and they greet each other. Y/n had babysat the kid a few times before. It’s a chill toddler and just watches Bluey and naps, doesn’t talk much. Kid has little backpack with snacks, toys, favourite blanket and a few night nappies (diapers. I’m British that’s why)

Now the mum leaves and we have Y/n, (name of kid, you decide) and joker. Now obviously the joker can’t stay in the room alone. He has no patience for that. Walks out to find a toddler on the couch.

How will this interaction go? How will the day go? And will it end well?

(Side note: I think Joker would pull scary faces at the kid when y/n is not looking. And definitely gets jealous when she give the kid more attention.)

Ps - I think the little kid should be a little boy. I think it’s more fitting.

His Lighthouse: Baby Sat (LedgerJoker x f!reader)

Baby Sat - Oneshot

KEEP IN MIND THIS IS NOT A STORY UPDATE!

OKAY! Stop what you're doing because I went over the board with this one!!! @urfavouritegirlieI'm sob crying, I am feral at the masterpiece I have created and its all thanks to you!! I could not stop writing after I started! You gave me a perfect image in my mind and this is the by product.

We talked about this but wow 😭😫😫 I might have to revisit this or add it to an official His Lighthouse chapter because WOW! Joker with a kid? That'll do it!

I am unwell. He's unwell. My eyes have water in them. ENJOY!🖤✨

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Another bright and early day in the Y/L household. You were sitting on the couch, laptop in hand while Joker idly watched the morning news next to you.

Neither of you had plans for the day which is why when an urgent knock was heard from the front door, both of you were confused.

Joker arched an eyebrow as if saying, are you expecting anyone? You shook your head in the negative but set your laptop aside to go answer the door. Another urgent knock rasped against it.

"Geez.. I'm coming, I'm coming."

All it took was a look through the peephole to have you scrambling to action. "Uhh, j-just a second!" You turned back towards the living room where Joker was already staring at you from the couch. "Go hide!"

"Why?"

Of all days, why did Joker have an attitude today? He yawned when whoever standing outside gave up knocking and began ringing the doorbell.

You were about to yell at Joker but he turned the tv off and left the living room before you drew a breath. The second you heard his bedroom door slam closed, you opened the front door.

"Ana! What a pleasant surprise!"

The businesswoman was dressed for the office in a dress shirt tucked neatly inside a crisp pencil skirt. Her heels tapped loudly on the floor as she shifted her precious cargo in her grip.

"Sorry for knocking so loud, Y/n. I'm already running late and I have to make it to the train station before it leaves. Did you forget?" She asked when you tilted your head to the side.

"Pfff! No! Forget what?" You laughed nervously.

She wasn't buying it. "You promised to watch Gio for me."

That seemed to jog your memory. You did forget when Ana struck up a conversation on the elevator a few months ago about her day long convention in Metropolis.

She was excited about her merger deal but she would have to cancel the closing ceremony if she couldn't find a babysitter. She went on and on about her dilemma and you listened, having nowhere else to go. Her husband would be on a business trip of his own so you took pity on your neighbour and agreed.

It was just one day watching a three year old. How bad could it be?

Ana swore up and down that Gio was the chillest kid ever and she wasn't lying. The three year old rested his head on his mother's chest and sucked his thumb while she talked. He hadn't made a sound since they arrived.

It wasn't your first time babysitting. You did it here and there for cash back in high school but you never watched over such a mellow kid before.

Would it really be this easy? Ana was willing to pay you handsomely for the job even after you denied payment.

You shook your head and returned to the present. You promised to help your neighbour. It was the right thing to do, even if you forgot.

"Yeah! Yeah! I remember. Come on in!" You stepped aside and waved your arm inside for her to follow. Ana smiled and began thanking you.

"I cannot thank you enough, love. James is already on a trip of his own and my usual nannies fell through. I packed an overnight bag for you."

You watched the Brit set a duffel bag down on your dining room table and shift Gio onto her hip.

He finally noticed you and waved his chubby fist your way. His brunet hair was sticking every which way and he still had sleep in his eyes, it was so early.

"He'll probably sleep in until noon. If not, he likes to watch cartoons, Bluey to be exact. I packed his favourite snacks, toys and blankie. He can't sleep without it."

"His nappies are in here and that'll do it. If you need anything, and I mean anything, give me a ring. Gio's never an interruption. You'll be a good boy for Miss. Y/n?" She cooed to her son.

He nodded his head and yawned. He was the cutest!

"Still sleepy he is. Mum loves you and she'll be back tomorrow morning, bright an' early. Be good!" She kissed the crown of his hair before handing him to you.

He was so light and warm in your arms. It had been a while since you held a little one. You were getting a little emotional.

You were worried that Gio wouldn't accept you but sure enough, he nuzzled up to you just like he did with his mum. Ana cooed at the adorable sight and checked her smartwatch.

"I gotta run. Thank you again, Y/n!" She let herself out as you waved goodbye.

The door closed and then it was just you and Gio. He was already dozing off but you helped him along with a soft lullaby you knew.

Once you were certain the kiddo was fast asleep, you gently placed him on your couch.

It was plush enough to keep him in place. You didn't want him rolling over and taking a plunge to the floor but just in case, you arranged pillows and such, should you fail to catch him in time.

You then grabbed his personal blanket from his overnight bag and tossed it over his shoulders.

You made sure your house guest was secure before you grabbed your laptop and got back to work. You hoped your rhythmic keystrokes were soothing to Gio. The little tyke was fast asleep and his long lashes fluttering mid dream made you smile.

Your head nodded to an imaginary beat as you worked on writing a new scene for your book. You were so lost in the moment, you didn't notice that time had passed until your stomach growled.

Your gaze flickered over to Gio and found him still asleep so you were confident you could run to the kitchen and back before anything bad could happen.

Sadly, you didn't factor in your roommate into the equation.

Joker hated when you had visitors because he had to take refuge in the bedroom. He could usually hear when people left, but today it was too quiet and you didn't come and tell him that the coast was clear.

With no way of knowing if it was safe or not, Joker was stuck in the guest bedroom until further notice. It wasn't the worst place to be cooped up, he just preferred being with you.

Joker had no plans but he wanted to spend the day in your company while he did nothing.

Ten minutes passed, then thirty until a full hour came and went with no word. Did you leave or something without telling him? Joker was not about to stay in his room all day until you came back. He did not have the patience for that.

With an annoyed growl on his lips, Joker poked his head out the door and looked down the hall.

The penthouse was dead quiet. You must've stepped out. It would've been nice if you told him before you left but whatever.

Joker walked past the kitchen, (at the exact moment you bent down to pick up something that you dropped) and headed towards the living room.

His Light was nowhere to be found.

You even left in such a hurry you didn't put your laptop away. He smacked his lips at your carelessness but jumped back in disgust when he saw something on the couch.

He couldn't tell what it was since it was under a hideous printed blanket but it moved in slow even movements. Joker was ready to hurl it across the room when it finally poked its head out from under the covers and locked eyes with him.

Joker froze as a pair of hazel eyes blinked owlishly at him.

"Now where did you come from?" Joker wondered. How did a kid get in your apartment?

The boy sat up and rubbed his eyes while taking in his surroundings, completely ignoring Joker.

Now that was new.

Most children screamed or cried the moment they saw Joker. Granted he wasn't wearing his clown makeup today, his scars were just as hideous sans makeup than with. Children were so weird.

He tried making scary faces but the boy either didn't care, or was too sleepy to react. Joker hummed in defeat, thus gaining the toddler's attention.

And so the staring match began anew. Jade versus hazel. The former losing instantly.

"WhaT? Do ya want somethin'?" Joker mumbled. He dug around his pockets and found a swiss army knife.

J offered it to the kid who looked at in confusion. "Take it! Geez do I gotta... Here. Lemme show you. If ya.. open it like this, see?" The blade clicked out and Gio's eyes widened at the shiny new toy in front of him.

Now we were getting somewhere!

Joker smiled at the boy's reaction and handed him the knife. Gio took it in his hands, cooing lightly.

"Yeah, very uhh, shiny. I li-ke this one for quick torture. It makes sharP but deep cuts on the skin to uhh.."

"WHAT'S THAT IN YOUR HAND?!"

Both boys turned to stare at you when you shouted. You looked on in horror as Joker sat before Gio with the youngest of the two wielding a knife.

Your soul floated to the ceiling.

"NO! Knives are bad Gio!" You rushed over and yanked the weapon away. And just like any kid who's toy was taken, Gio started to cry.

"I'm sorry, but that's very dangerous! You could've hurt yourself! Come here, we'll get your toys to play with, mkay?" You picked up the crying toddler who nodded in between wet hiccups.

Joker was speechless. All of your attention was on this random child and not him! You didn't even notice that you grabbed the knife by its blade. J was worried that you cut yourself but he couldn't check on you.

You didn't spare Joker a mere glance.

He wondered how you came in possession of someone's kid. Whoever came to your door must've dropped them off but Joker couldn't wrap his head around as to why you would accept to babysit with him here.

Having him around a child was a terrible idea. You should've known that.

Case in point was the reason why you were consoling a crying toddler. Joker sat on the floor (miffed and jealous) and watched you calm Gio down like a pro.

You look so at ease holding a child, looking all soft and motherly. He couldn't look away no matter how hard he tried. Watching you interact with a kid was making Joker feel all fuzzy inside. He didn't know what the feeling was but he rather enjoyed the sight in front of him until you walked away towards the dining table.

Again, ignoring him. He hated when you did that.

"Gio, look what mum left for you to play with!"

You pulled out a smaller bag from Gio's large duffel containing his toys and returned to the living room. You stepped over Joker's legs to sit down in a more clearer area. He had half a mind to trip you up.

Then you set Gio down on the floor and dumped his toys out all around him.

He giggled and grabbed a fire truck that lit up when he pushed a button. You in turn pushed an ambulance, intimating the siren, and crashed it into his sock clad feet.

Your theatrics earned you another giggle; pure and sweet.

A child's laughter could cure any soul. Even Joker found himself smiling. He leaned back on the couch and watched you play with the boy as if it were your average Thursday routine.

You drove the ambulance around before looking up and catching Joker's lidded gaze. A part of you forgot he was here. You flushed red and looked away. As if you could forget an imposing presence like Joker's.

And why was he looking at you likethat?

"Ahem, um there's a truck right there if you w-wanna join us." You offered.

Quite honestly, you doubted Joker would even entertain the thought of playing with children's toys but there were many a things you reluctantly got Joker to do.

All he needed was just a little push in the right direction.

Gio took the initiative to include J. The little tyke picked up his 18 wheeler truck and pushed it towards Joker. It came to a stop against J's leg. Gio made a crashing noise and fell over in giggles.

Joker rolled his eyes. Seriously? What was he supposed to do after that? He had experience driving a big rig but not a toy one. This was so demoralizing. Joker snuck a glance at you right as you hid a laugh behind your hand.

He only did this for you.

He did not like this snotty nose kid. Joker turned the truck around and crawled over to join the two of you. "I uhhhh like big trucks. They're great for ahh, ramming into police cars." He did just that to poor Gio's police force.

You glared at Joker who went overboard, driving over the flipped over police and civilian cars scattered along the makeshift road, and Gio enjoyed every minute of it.

Boys will be boys no matter the age.

You wished you had your phone with you; this was a kodak moment!

Joker was playing with a kid! And the clown was enjoying himself if his sinister grin was any clue. Him and Gio got along swimmingly so you sat back and watched your boys play together with a fond smile. It had you thinking what if and other dangerous possibilities.

After a while Gio grew tired of playing with his fleet of vehicles and got your attention by tugging your pant leg.

Joker was still laying on the floor acting as the blockade to even notice that 'traffic' wasn't coming anymore.

"I'm hungry." Gio's cute voice sighed. It was midday and you were still a little peckish from not eating earlier.

"Mmm. Well let's see what we can find to eat them little bug. To the kitchen!!!" You snatched Gio up in a fit of giggles and looked over your shoulder at Joker.

He'd finally noticed Gio was gone. "C'mon J, it's time for lunch."

He groaned but stood up and narrowly avoided stepping on that annoying batmobile... Would Gio notice if it suddenly disappeared?

Joker walked into the kitchen to witness you pull out various food groups from the fridge while Gio familiarized himself with the new room. He was walking circles around the island counter and trying to open the drawers way above his head.

"No, be careful Gio. Oh, J! Can you wash his hands for me while I whip up a lunch for us?"

You didn't hear his response and lifted your head.

Joker was looking at you like you grew a second head. "Do I look like a uhh baby–sit-er? I'll cook you handle.. that." He gestured to Gio on the floor.

The curious toddler found one of your stock pots and two wooden spoons. How, you'll never know, but the boy could very well be a drummer when he grows up.

"Okay deal. The leftover sandwiches should be fine but cut them into kid friendly sizes. Oh and cut the grapes and strawberries in half too." You called out before you sat down on the floor with Gio.

Every drummer needed a good backup.

You easily picked up the tune he was jamming to and clapped along to, you guessed it, the Bluey intro.

You snickered when you heard Joker cursing at the grapes to 'hold still' andpaid no mind when a few rolled off the counter and onto the floor.

Gio spotted one and tried to eat it but you snatched it away in enough time. "Ah! Do we eat off the floor?" The boy thought about it and shook his head.

"That's right! We have to wash the bad germs off!" You said.

"Germs taste yucky."

You giggled at Gio adorably explaining things to you although you overheard the huff from up above. You'd been with Joker long enough to know his various noises. He was jealous.

Joker hated sharing your attention with others but you thought it wouldn't apply to a literal child. Gio was not competition or a threat of any kind, but Joker still chose to be moody. You could only imagine his violent thoughts right now all over a kid.

You rolled your eyes and crawled over to wrap your arms around Joker's leg.

He stiffened immediately. "Bunny."

"Getting jealous over a three year old? Pfft, that's a new low. Mind sharing what that's about?"

He swatted at your head and grunted when you didn't move. You just clung to him like a koala bear even tighter. Joker sighed through his nose. You loved testing his limits..

"I'm noT jealous... I—"

Whatever Joker was about to say would forever be lost in time for in that moment, Gio copied your mannerisms and latched onto Joker's other leg.

You burst out laughing and pleaded with J not to shake Gio too much even if the boy was squealing in delight.

Apparently you were babysitting two children today. This was gonna be a long day.

In the end you had to coax Gio off of Joker's leg with the promise of cartoons. He quickly detached himself from the dark clown and happily sat in front of your tv, patiently waiting.

You set the tv to Bluey and knew the show would preoccupy Gio's attention for hours if need be.

Joker successfully cut the fruit in half even if the sandwich pieces were a little too big for your liking. It just meant you had to keep an eye on the little kiddo as he ate. You presented lunch to Gio who ate quietly while watching Bluey.

You were shocked that Joker knew to remove the crust for Gio. You asked J about it but he just grunted and ate the discarded crust along with his own portion of lunch.

You win some, you lose some. It was a start. To what, you had no idea.

Those dangerous thoughts from earlier were getting to you. This situation was just for one day. Ana would come pick up her son in the morning and you wouldn't have to deal with a child until..

'Y/n, do not go down that rabbit hole.' You mentally told yourself.

You distracted yourself by cleaning up lunch and thinking of an afternoon activity for Gio.

Too much screen time wasn't good for children his age. Maybe you could create a fun activity with things you already had on hand in your apartment. Didn't you have some old crafts in storage?

You were still washing dishes but peeked around the corner to check on Gio when you heard him laugh. Bingo was on screen doing something adorable but all was calm in your apartment so you resumed your chores.

Joker however was slowly losing the last of his sanity.

This is what parents let their children watch these days? Where was the action? The real world scenarios, the bitter reality?! What was Gio really learning here besides how to count and be annoying?

These characters weren't teaching Gio anything!

And last time Joker checked, dogs couldn't talk so how were they doing well over half of the things on this show? It was driving him nuts and he couldn't stand a second more.

Joker glanced over at you washing dishes in the kitchen. You still had that weird dopey smile on your face. You'd been lost in thought all day and could use a break from all of this babysitting.

He dragged his gaze over to the kid sitting on the couch.

The little one was dressed in a long sleeve graphic tee and drawstring pants. It was eerily similar to Joker's current outfit although he wore a pullover instead of a shirt.

If Joker stayed indoors any longer being force-fed this Bluey garbage, he would slit his own throat.

The end of the episode played and Gio turned towards Joker as if he felt the man's gaze on him.

Those innocent eyes really aggravated him! Why wasn't this boy afraid of him? He needed to fix that and Joker knew just the way to go about it.

Joker didn't hesitate snatching Gio up into his arms and grabbing the boy's miniature shoes on the way out of your apartment.

You finished washing the dishes and towel dried your hands with a content sigh. The kitchen was spotless again.

J was in the same room as Gio so you had a few more precious minutes to yourself before the former grew annoyed. Gio was younger than Joker but had far more patience; it was both funny and pathetic. You wisely chose to use the bathroom before reuniting with the boys.

Bingo was singing another one of her counting songs as you rounded the corner into the living room.

"..and if one green bottle should accidentally fall.. they'll be..... Seven green bottles on the wall! Seven green.."

She kept singing but you drowned her out when you noticed Gio and Joker weren't on the couch.

Bingo was just background noise in the state of your panic. Where were your boys?

You checked the main bathroom, Joker's bedroom and all of the other rooms in the penthouse in your blind hysteria. They were gone. You spoke aloud and began to pace after the third search came up empty.

"Don't panic, Y/n. You didn't lose Ana's child. This is just Joker messing with you. When I get my hands on that annoying green haired clown..... and he better answer the phone. C'mon, J. Answer the phone."

You dialed J's cell and gnawed on your thumbnail as it rang and rang. Right when you thought it would go to voicemail, he answered.

"WhaT can I...uh help.. ya with, doll?" Oh this man had some nerve.

You took a deep breath and slowly let it out. You did not have time for Joker's games. Your nerves were already shot. "Please tell me you have Gio."

You heard heavy traffic in the background and began to worry. Just where was he?

"So that's his name.."

You had the urge to drag Joker through the phone. How did he go half a day in Gio's presence and not know the boy's name?

"J?! Do you have Gio or not?!" God, why did you have a literal psychopath for a lover?

Times like this you questioned your taste in men. Joker abducted poor Gio and probably thought it was normal behavior. You raked a hand through your curls as you walked to the foyer closet to grab some shoes.

Wherever they were, it couldn't be far. It had been less than twenty minutes since you finished washing dishes. Hopefully Joker didn't board the subway or get a hold of wheels to broaden the distance between you and him.

You barely heard Gio in the background before Joker mumbled a short inaudible response to the little tyke.

He sighed before focusing back on you. "Ya know... too much screen time is uhhh bad for the little demon. You should err join us.. at the uhhh parK."

"Come play Y/n!"

Your hand froze on the front door handle when Gio's energetic voice echoed through the phone.

"Gio?! Are you okay? I'm on my way, little bug! Joker, if you hurt him I swear—"

"Do ya really think that lowly of me, Bunny? I'm hurt. We're across the street at the– careful! She just said..."

You heard Joker curse and Gio's infectious laughter. You couldn't wait for the elevator to make it to your floor. You took the stairs two at a time to race over to the park.

You didn't care what you looked like to your neighbours in the main lobby.

You bolted out of the elevator and sprinted across the street, (miraculously avoiding being hit by a taxi along the way) towards the kid friendly playground area in Grant Park.

It was a beautiful day out and there was a gentle breeze in the air that swayed the plethora of trees circling the park.

Other park goers were milling about but a small cluster of women stood off to the side, giggling amongst themselves.

"They're matching! Omg that is just too cute!"

"Lawd harmacy.. he's a certified DILF. You think he single?"

You came to a stop near them huffing and puffing and immediately stole their attention. One nanny eyed you up and down before speaking.

"Did you lose your charge? Been there, done that girl. Rookies these days.."

A blonde in a stylish tracksuit shook her head your way. She noticed you were looking every which way except straight ahead.

"I dunno Beth, looks like a true mum's panic mode to me. Where did you last see—"

"Y/n! Y/n! Look at me!"

You and the huddle of nannies turned to follow the loud cry that rang out over the rest.

Gio was at the top of the playground tower, waving his little arms at you.

Once you looked his way, he climbed into the slide and disappeared down the chute. He emerged a few seconds later at the end, all smiles with a head full of static hair.

"I did it!" Gio cheered.

He did a little dance and much to your surprise, he ran straight to Joker who didn't waste a second picking the boy up—tossing him high in the air—and giving him a lift right back to the top.

It was a sucker punch to your ovaries.

Joker interacted with a toddler just like any doting father would.

You couldn't see his face since he had it covered with a mask but his hair was pushed back and almost devoid of its signature green hair dye. He had yet to dye it since staying with you so the sunkissed strands were on full display.

Paired with Joker's casual pullover and drawstring pants, (the ones you told him not to leave the house in..) he looked normal. Scratch that.

Joker looked like a daddy.

Once his job was done, he leaned on the playground set and crossed his arms. His green eyes never wavered from Gio who was playing on the equipment.

Every female and envious male in the vicinity had their eyes on the mysterious father figure watching over his son.

Joker gained attention but still blended in perfectly with the citizens of Gotham. A true master of disguise.

You were speechless until Joker's eye naturally found yours. He curled his index finger in a come here motion and you would be a fool not to.

You ran over and tackled J in a hug. "You idiot! You can't just... take Gio and not tell me! I tore the apartment apart looking for him!"

Joker snorted and kept an eye on Gio who was playing pretend in the tower with another boy.

Things were fine for now so Joker focused all of his attention on you in his arms.

He smacked his lips and smoothed your hair down before tilting your chin up. "What about me hmm? Did ya care that I was missing too?" He chuckled when you rolled your eyes and shoved him away.

Joker let you turn around and sulk.

He just wrapped his arms around you from behind. The two of you stood in a lover's embrace and watched Gio have fun.

"Bunny.. Did you really think I would hurt the kid?" Joker kissed the top of your head. He wished he wasn't in public and not wearing this stupid mask. "I thought you could use a errr.. break sooo we went ouT."

You leaned back on Joker, "It's not that, J. You left. No heads up, no nothing. I had every right to panic the way I did. Ana trusted me to watch over her kid and I'm letting him hang around with Gotham City's most dangerous criminal. What kind of babysitter does that make me?"

It was quiet between the two of you except for the sound of laughter and nature in the park.

"Uhhh do ya want me to answer truth-full-yyy or..."

You twisted around to give Joker the stink eye. He wisely kept his mouth shut.

Elsewhere, the cluster of nannies were seething with jealousy. They were not expecting Joker to be spoken for.

"They look happy don't they Beth?" The nice one mentioned.

The ringleader turnt her nose up. "Whatever. He wasn't that hot.." They moved on to something else and left the adorable couple to their devices.

The day was getting late and it was time to either return home or drop off their charges back to their parents.

Gio was tuckered out from playing and walked over to you and Joker while rubbing his drooping hazel eyes.

"Is someone getting sleepy?" You broke away from Joker to bend down and pick up Gio. The boy yawned and rested his head on your chest, nodding.

You cooed at the sight.

Joker was once again struck by that weird feeling. Seeing you there, your beauty backlit by the dying sun with Gio tucked in your arms and smiling softly... you looked every bit a mother.

Who would be the lucky man to live this storyline with you? A beautiful wife and kid to come home to everyday?

Joker couldn't afford to think like that. It was dangerous and.. stupid.

But he wanted to be stupid and greedy and live out this fake scenario for as long as possible. You looked up when Joker rubbed your back. His hypnotic green eyes were shining like emeralds down at you and Gio.

"Let's head back."

To any bystander who happened to be looking, the three of you made for the perfect family. Your loving kindness and Joker's protective shield surrounding his lover and sweet little boy created an aura of happiness.

It was awe inspiring. Unfortunately if they knew the circumstances, they would understand how this family was never meant to be.

You didn't care if it was impossible, you wanted to believe it was for the rest of the day. You let your mind wander and simply live in the moment.

For now, this was real.

The sound of the doorbell woke you out of your sleep.

You stretched as Joker slept on beside you completely unawares. Gio somehow found Joker's stomach a better pillow than the rest and slept sprawled out over the Prince of Crime all night.

J didn't mind since he was flat on his back, actually sleeping for once.

After the impromptu park visit and a quick, but healthy dinner, bath time proved to be the only true nemesis to Joker.

You joked that he was getting old and he splashed water on you in retaliation. Gio thought the situation was funny and joined in on the fun and before you knew it, all three of you were soaking wet and absolutely sleepy.

Everyone changed into their pjs and crawled into bed and apparently you and Joker slept through the multiple calls Ana placed to your phone and the first knocks on the door.

The anxious mother resorted to ringing the doorbell when the sharp knocks failed to wake you.

You really didn't care about looking presentable, you just grabbed a sleeping Gio, (shushing J back to sleep while doing so) and shuffled to the front.

Thank goodness you were smart and packed Gio's overnight bag yesterday. You were half asleep just answering the door.

"Oh. Someone had a rough night." Ana said as she walked in. The businesswomen assumed her boy would be up bright and early, happy to see her but he was out cold in your arms.

She quirked an eyebrow at the unusual behavior.

"He slept the entire night? No fuss?"

You waved away her concern. "Yeah, all night. We went to the park, ate dinner. Took a very wet bath and went out like a light." You blinked at the time on the room's clock. "And just woke up."

Ana was shocked. Gio usually had trouble sleeping in new environments and even more when his mum wasn't around. She opened her arms to take him while you went to grab his bag. You were amazing after all.

"I cannot thank you enough Y/n. You don't know how much this means to me and James."

You yawned. "Who?"

Ana sweat dropped and decided to finish this conversation when you were actually awake to participate. She'd stop by later with a thank you meal and your payment.

She thanked you again and left and you quickly locked back up before shuffling back to bed.

Joker was awake and moved over for you to climb back in.

"He's gone?" J asked. You nodded and curled up into Joker's arms, ready to fall back asleep. Joker wanted to talk to you about something but he underestimated just how quickly you could slip under.

Your eyes were already closed and you were already adopting a rhythmic breathing pattern.

He rolled his eyes and pulled the covers up to your shoulders. He hoped you were sound asleep but the words tumbled from his lips regardless.

"You'll make a uhhh great mother someday, my Light."

[crystalmaiden77real]

Mostly right but why does Eggman outrun Sonic in Sonic 1 at the end of the game? After every boss fight why does his Eggmobile not get struck down by Sonic as if he canonically lets him get away? ALL these discussions and the game purists never point this out when THIS is why so many people assumed Sonic was against killing and IDW just gave them an excuse to talk about it.

The reason I needed the game purists to remind me Sonic kills in the 3D games all the time is because the idea that Sonic lets Eggman get away was always there because of Sonic 1 not letting you keep him from getting away in every boss because then he couldn't fight you in the other bosses but never providing a clear story explanation as to why Sonic would not be IC and finish trashing his Eggmobile so it couldn't get away. And if it became invincible because the boss fight ended, why didn't he just make the boss part of the mecha/Eggmobile as invincible as his Eggmobile is when it's flying away?

If the only excuse one can come up with for such a consistent major plot hole is meta logic-based, or even nothing and just say " it's a dumb kids' series shut up I don't respect the series enough to engage with it on an in-universe level, " that means the writing isn't as good as deserves! It's no wonder someone would get confused by this stuff from the Classic games and the Advance games and even SA1 where Sonic lets Eggman talk after the Egg Hornet fight in front of Tails' workshop so that Eggman had the time to get tractor beamed away. We know he doesn't kill Eggman because he's the main villain, but he tries but his Joker Immunity protects him. That just makes when he tries confusing and inconsistent because it's not explained why he doesn't try after every boss fight with him except the final ones.

The games universe may be impossible to hate but they sure needed to explain Sonic properly from the start so the adaptations couldn't have gotten a chance to take the initial assumption and run with it that you'd get from seeing the games themselves, but not the final boss fight where Sonic finally bothers trying to keep him from getting away.

Like if Sonic could ram down the Eggmobile mid-air in Sonic 3 as Super Sonic but he could go Super in a bunch of the levels before that, why didn't he do that in the boss fights long before that to stop him from getting away so he could've even gotten to the final boss fight? Of course it'd be assumed he was letting him get away so he could have fun fighting his boss fights for the rest of the game and only tried to stop him at the end because, I guess he got bored of that by that point.

Because he could speed ahead of him to smash his unattended mechas at the ends of the levels ahead much easier if he just didn't let him fly away the first time, but that would be boring for Sonic. By the end of the game he's tired of him. And then it's long enough by the next game that he wants to fight him again.

But when SA1's last story basically has a line where he says, " Guess Eggman's learned his lesson, maybe I'll take a vacation somewhere. " that doesn't help so it's not fair to blame people and gatekeep them for being confused by the very games themselves sending mixed messages.

Eggman being badass and smart doesn't change the fact that Sonic could spindash Eggman himself and eventually kill him after any boss fight especially in Sonic 1 where he has no friends to judge him for it, I assume Eggman keeps getting Rings so that's why he always survives stuff like falling in Lost World or getting beam energy attacked, but he'd lose all his Rings if Sonic kept attacking him. But he would think that was cold-blooded to do because Eggman was defenseless, because he's not the Punisher either, so he just conveniently forgets that as soon as he stops fleeing he's gonna start doing evil to people again, because he's just like normal people at moments like that. It sounds simple when it's explained there.

And then Eggman outruns Sonic without it being explained that he was so awesome that he made cybernetic legs that let him run faster than Sonic on foot, because explaining that would be showing respect to the main villain.

Another reason why I don't like the whole "Sonic deliberately spares Eggman" thing peddled by fandom is because it under sells Eggman's badassery. By having sonic deliberately spare Eggman, it takes away from Eggman's badassery. Oh no Eggman didn't survive his encounters with a supersonic Hedgehog because of his own smarts, strength and badassery, it's because said hedgehog showed him "muh mercy"

It's such a stupid argument for so many reasons that you could peel back the layers for days and never run out of reasons why it's stupid. And it's a stupid argument EVERY TIME it's used too. Fucking look at people saying this shit about Batman and the Joker. "Why doesn't Batman just kill the Joker?" Why the fuck is it Batman's responsibility? Don't you think foisting the role of executioner onto a vigilante operating outside the authority of the law is KIND OF FUCKED?

Though with Sonic and Eggman it is even stupider because I see people saying shit like "why doesn't Sonic have Eggman arrested"? BY WHOMST? What the FUCK are you TALKING ABOUT?

But yeah one of the layers of how asinine it is is because it completely ignores Eggmans agency. It presumes that Sonic is deliberately sparing Eggman, and not that Eggman merely survives because he is THE Eggedman. And again, it's an idea that WOULD NOT and NEVER existed were it not for the fucking god damn IDW comics inventing it based on absolutely fucking nothing.

[galaxythreads]

Ah if you’re doing lore for fics, could u do it for Brothers of Frost (my beloved) —thot-son-of-odin

always still doing fic lore! :)

I have literally not looked at his fic since the day I posted it. So this will be interesting I guess.

The basis of this fic was actually based off of an idea for an original story my sister had, where countries traded heirs so that way they would stop fighting. I honestly don't even remember what the original request was so I'm not sure how badly I altered it.

I remember very vividly how much writing from Odin's POV made me feel frustrated because like, usually i just consider him to be an a-hole, but I couldn't do that from his pov and I needed him to be a good dad so I had to compromise a bit.

LORE FOR BROTHERS OF FROST <- LINK TO STORY

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"Frigga's hand rests on his shoulder, and Odin lifts his gaze to his wife gratefully, raising his hand to gently hold her fingers between his own. She has always been attuned to him, able to read his face like an open book despite his best efforts to dissemble."

This position has always struck me as really intimate when partners do this. <3

Also I really must have just discovered the word dissemble, because when I was doing a different fic lore I saw it and was like ??? galaxy WHY. Because like, it means what I think it means in this context, there are just so many better words to use. Sometimes eyes are just eyes, yknow?

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"The word of a Jotunn is never trustworthy."

oh and I'm spelling jotun weird. okay. Also. My man. my guy. my dude. Your xenophobia is showing and your frost giant son is literally two feet away from you.

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"his feet giving tittering taps against the ground in a rhythm that is familiar to him."

...tittering taps? what on earth--?

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"He casts a look at the boy, long blond hair is tucked into a messy ponytail with loose strands coming to hang around a thin face. He carries muscles, but it is meager compared to other children his age and it does not seem to hold well onto his gaunt body. He is tucked into furs, but they do not seem to be warm enough for the brittle edge of Jotunheim."

fun fact!! @thot-son-of-odin drew fanart of this:

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"She releases his hand and moves forward slowly, though Thor flinches to it. Wide blue eyes swing up to meet the golden blonde's and his fists clench at his sides, as though preparing for a fight."

Hypervigilance from being raised in a society that loathes him. Thor was bullied and beaten up frequently.

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"Thor barely comes up to her shoulder, and Odin can see the stiff surprise in his expression."

Guess who is receiving the first hug in their life that they can remember?

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Thor lifts his eyes towards him, "I'm…" He murmurs in a shaky common-tongue. He swallows, "I'm…"

thor was going to say "i'm going to pass out", but frigga interrupted him.

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 "Hello, Thor," he says in a small voice, "you're well, I trust."

"I'm…" Thor repeats helplessly, then clenches his fists tightly, "yes. Of course...Thank you."

Just realized that Thor is meeting the person that he was traded for and he's probably having mixed feelings about that. On the one hand, Loki is smol, on the other, Loki stole his life.

Thor was also going to say he was going to pass out. The boy does not know how to cite his needs.

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Odin bites sharply at his inner cheek before sharing a helpless look with his wife and rests a hand on Thor's shoulder, pretending to ignore his flinch.

Guess who is NOT used to contact that isn't intended to hurt??

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Odin guides Thor through the palace, but the slightest noise or abrupt movement makes him flinch and draw in closer to himself. He seems terrified of everything and Odin is not quite sure what to do with this information

Yeah, guess who grew up in the middle of Jotunheim streets and like. Did not see people and color? This is literally Thor's first experience with Asgard that he remembers and everything is loud and he hates it.

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Thor asks no questions. He hardly speaks except when asked a question, instead opting to stare at everything.

GUESS WHO DOESN'T KNOW THE COMMON TONGUE THAT WELL BECAUSE NO ONE FREAKING TAUGHT HIM?

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When they at last make it to the royal family's wing, Thor's eyes widen with wonder. The personal rooms are adjoined in the middle with a large sitting room, a private kitchen (Frigga has always loved to cook and not even her royal status is going to stop that), and a small nook that Odin has turned into a library since he moved in here with Frigga.

Galaxy's Quest To Ignore/Explain Away Servants Continues!

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Odin laughs with the others and rejoices, but notices with painful realization that Thor has shrunk further into himself and is barely picking at the food on his plate

GUESS WHo--i'm kidding. thor hasn't ever been to a party before. Everything is STILL LOUD.

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Loki keeps attempting to start conversations with him (which shows the blond's true lack of talking desires if Loki, who hates initiating talking, has to start first), but Thor isn't responding.

"lack of talking desires" GALAXY WHY IS THIS--

Thor still doesn't understand the common tongue that well. Loki might as well be speaking gibberish.

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Thor was always to return and take that responsibility. Asgard was never meant to be Loki's. It does not quell his fury to realize how many believed he'd simply sentenced his firstborn son to death.

my man my guy my dude. you didn't. even think about that a little bit? Laufey could have just outright killed Thor. And then you wouldn't have an heir. Also kind of messed up that Odin's immediate solution to this is to dump the throne onto Thor once he came back. Like. HOW DID YOU THINK THIS WAS GOING TO GO?

okay. good news guys, even when I try to write Odin as a good parent he still sucks. It's just in his nature.

I still cannot believe that Laufey didn't even want Loki back. Like BRO--

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To recompense this, they asked Sir Borison, head of the nobility's school, to have him take a placement test. He wasn't drastically behind others his age, but he does not bare Loki's genius. Odin is not unhappy with this, he is pleased Thor understands what he can.

i'm gonna let you all in on a little secret. Sir Borison is the name I always give Loki and Thor's tutor and it's because it's literally sir boring-son. Yes, I have the sense of humor of a ten-year-old.

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His common-tongue is often choppy, as if he did not spend enough time speaking or learning it, and the fact it did not hinder him in the testing was impressive in of itself.

YEAH. CAUSE HE TAUGHT HIMSELF HOW TO READ.

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Thor is not so much of Jotunheim's that he does not feel.

OH MY GOSH THE XENOPHOBIA. DUDE. LOKI IS RIGHT THERE.

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"I not want—" Thor starts, then clenches his fists, "please not make me be attended to by healer." Why is there such reluctance? Surely the boy must know that they intend him no harm. He is safe here. Asgard will always be safe for him.

I literally don't remember why Thor doesn't want to go to a healer, but I am so here for this. What's going on baby boy? :(

Also the failing speech patterns are just *Chef's kiss*

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"Father!" Loki cries, coming up to the other side of the desk and slamming his hands against the surface. "I want a new brother!"

*rolls eyes fondly* oh my gosh you big dramatic baby.

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It is hard to see Jotunheim in him when he's shy and stumbles over his words, but this? This is the culture he knows best. The one that Thor cannot keep if Odin is to make him king. If Thor is to recover from the years he spent as Laufey's.

I'm so annoyed with thim right now. A because MORE XENOPHOBIA AND LOKI IS STILL RIGHT THERE and b...dude. Thor has been there for like ONE WEEK. How is he supposed to have recovered by now???? And what does "recovered" even mean? That he acts more like Asgardians? LIke? Odin has put in zero (0) effort into helping Thor, but expects him to be all better anyway.

I'm just asdfkjas;dflkajs;df

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Sir Utlison's gaze flicks up to him, almost as if guilty before admitting, lowly: "He's...reckless. Dangerous. You must know this, he is a tool that Laufey created. A intelligencer. Why do you believe he was sent with no escort?"

I am banging my head against a wall. A spy. Just SAY SPY. An EYE IS SOMETIMES JUST AN EYE.

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Thor's eyes lose their anger, replaced with a tired defeat. "Fandral hit Loki hard enough to make him bleed. I hit him enough to make him regret it."

THOR. MY CHILD. MY BABY. YOU HAVE KNOWN LOKI THREE WEEKS AND YOU'RE ALREADY BEATING UP HIS BULLIES. <3

SOMEONE NEEDS TO BEAT UP YOURS NOW

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Thor's head whips up and he jerks slightly, "Wait! Please! I lost control of my temper and I'm sorry, I swear on my honour I'm sorry, but please don't lock me in the room!"

Oh.

Oh.

Right. Forgot about that. Okay. Yeah.

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"...yes. The King was never pleased with anything I did. He was always angry. Sometimes he'd hit me, but I was to small and fast. They were always making fun of me and I hated it. No one liked me, but they pretended they did. I tried to do the things that they wanted, but I was always cold, sick, and they hated me for it. The King—Laufey would punish me by throwing me in the room and I hated it. I didn't like dark. It was always cold, All-Father, and I just wanted to be warm."

You know. Isolation in the dark and cold is probably one of the worst long-term psychologically damaging things I can think of. Good job, Laufey, you messed up a perfectly good child.

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Thor squeezes his eyes shut, "Fandral's gang of idiots. That's-that's why Loki hit him first. Then Fand-ral hit him back and called him the hiccup of the family and that he wouldn't underssstand because of that, and I was so angry. Loki's mean, but he's my brother. All-all of them hate me and they said that you do to and that you want to send me b-b-back."

I FORGOT ABOUT THAT TOO.

I literally love how in any reincarnation of them, Thor and Loki are still ride or die siblings. AND SOMEONE HIT THOR'S BULLY BACk!!!

(I DO NOT ENCOURAGE NOR CONDONE VIOLENCE)

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Startled, but not surprised, Odin assigns Loki to the task as well to keep the four boys from strangling each other.

maybe, consider this, you could have an adult supervise them instead of an actual child, sir?

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There's a book between their legs from where they're sitting on the floor and Loki points at something on the page.

"What's this letter?"

""E"?" Thor questions, looking up for confirmation.

Loki shakes his head, "No, that's "Æ", this is "E"." He points somewhere else on the book. Thor makes a little humming noise of agreement.

Odin's stomach jerks.

Thor never learned how to read from the Jotunns.

There's just something really really sweet to me about the idea of Loki putting together that Thor can't read and then going "well i guess I'm just going to fix that" and then Thor trusting him enough to let him help. I love these two so much.

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Loki gives him a look, but it's softer this time, "Worry not," he reassures, releasing Thor's hand, "you should really think about drawing the Dejorunn Mountains, they're beautiful at this time of year. Sir Borison said that he was going to take my class up to see them, but Astrid slipped and got her dress all dirty and she cried for a long time, Brother, it was at least three minutes, and then Brosn fell down and broke his ankle so the trip was cancelled. Do you want to see them with me? Father said he would take me, but he's been busy and he might let us go if you ask—" no, he wouldn't, they're too dangerous. When they're older, maybe, "—and I would love to drink from the Waterfall of Kings. You would, too, I think."

Loki learning with Thor's anxiety and helping Thor with it and Thor letting him help and this 'verse is SO GOOD. I'm very proud of myself. I did a great job, lol.

I always think of this as like. The devil's fic. Like on my list of fics I hate this is below that. But it's actually really good??? like. Yeah it's got some rough spots and Odin is STILL horrible, but overall I would write a follow-up one-shot, which is kind of my basis on how much I hate something, XD

thank you so much for this ask. It gave me a little boost of confidence.

LINK TO STORY <-

[goobiegoobert]

great googly MOOGLY you do Stardew Valley as well??? holy hell i think i found my new favorite blog. your writing is really, REALLY good, that sunny and moon tattoo fluff has me choking and sobbing and foaming at the mouth in the club rn

on a different note, since your requests are open, do you think you could do a stardew valley Shane x reader?? fem reader, masc reader, gn reader -- doesn't matter, im just weak at the knees for the grouchy garbage man... just a crumb of love and happiness for the sad lad...

Everybody loves somebody, sometimes…

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A/n: OH SHIT ITS TIME YES,,,, C'MERE IM KISSING YOU ON THE FOREHEAD RN YOU AND ME ON SIGHT. You have NO right to be this fucking sweet because fuck man this has me sobbing tears of joy,, have this lil drabble Warnings: Mild hurt/comfort, mentions of depressive thoughts, brief mentions of suicidal thoughts, alcohol is present, stay safe babes <3

[gn!reader] ____________________

Do you like the rain?

Rather, what takes place on those times? It was quite a confusing ideal to be frank, Shane never knew what to do on a daily basis no matter the weather. After JojaMart had closed down for good within the valley, time itself seemed to move at a snails pace, nothing went smoothly down as he'd normally been one to hope. Drowning the ever standing anger and sadness within the beer served ready over at the Saloon, often going days without making it home to see Jas before bed. Within the man's mind, it was for the best. This exchanged proved for the better, right? Jas didn't need to see her shitty excuse parental figure and Shane could simply pour his sorrows down the drain into nothingness only to wake with little to no idea of what had happened the day before, killing themselves oh so slowly, in his mind Shane knew this would never make him feel better.. But this way it was an escaping mechanism he could stop any moment he wanted to, right?

Many things had given them thought to stop before, Marine constantly reprimanding their behaviours, Gus simply not serving them anything more once it came down to closing time. This is just to name a few, but the one equalizer to this was a somewhat new farmer in town.

It seemed every time they'd show up into the saloon and place an order to grab some coffee, it struck a chord deep within him, desperately clinging to the idea of dropping the glass halfway drained of the potent mellowing liquid just to get a chance at talking with you, even if it was a half-hearted wave and roll of his eyes truly it did make his day much more memorable.

Yet here they laid, originally wanting to catch the lovely scenery like Marnie had suggested.. How lovely it should've been! Alas, bringing a few beer cans along wasn't all that helpful in the slightest. Sitting beneath the dreary drizzling sky with soft groans hissing after Shane's poison of choice seemed to spill past their lips when guzzling the damned thing down, everything felt so far away and yet all too close. As if needles pricked at their skin from all angles while it seemed the pain numbed out into nothingness. As if he was on a heavy cloud threatening to pull him down into the ether below, desperate to claw their way back, all he could manage was to lay there with rubbish around clinging to the droplets of rain from the sky.

That was how Shane's story would seem to end, except the fact you'd come to visit Robin's in desperate need of some spare stone.

Oh! So gently your hands were the moment it found way to him, it truly wormed its way to their dead heart even beneath this haze the drunkard couldn't quite help himself at this moment, only taking to lean within your touch warmly as they'd drip along reality. Later in the timeline, he'd of course ignore and banter that it was nothing, simply your own narrative weaved to make you feel like the hero. But here it was safe, able to feel your worried brushes along Shane's skin yet far too out of it in order to grumble about backing off his boundaries. In the end, maybe he required this, someone to physically let him know they're here. The farmer truly did care, huh?

Potentially, he could try going another day living in this rundown village. If it meant living to see your smile from the sidelines, then it wouldn't be too hard.