#then i wouldn't disappoint so many people on the regular...

[robinsnest2111]

okay so turns out I fucked up a bunch of things at work for a while and the boss waited for today to talk to me about everything.

uhh... yeah so. I guess I'm just not made to be around people. because I always fuck things up in the same way and I never ever seem to learn no matter how hard i try to be good. and that makes people quite angry with me and makes them assume I don't give a shit about my job or my coworkers.

brb back to not wanting to be alive once again...

[unusualtfs]

Ascended Fanboy

inspired by a suggestion from @innermostthoughtsartappreciation

James stood in front of the mirror, disappointed with what he saw. He looked just like he always did — same greasy brown mullet, same patchy neckbeard, same unhealthily pale skin, same flabby body. The only part of him that had changed since he'd last gazed upon his reflection was his brand-new tattoo.

It was a simple drawing of his favorite character from his favorite anime. He'd gotten it in an attempt to stand out — and while it did stand out, it was mostly in a negative way. Evidently, many people found it "distasteful" and "unfit for a member of polite society." It didn't even help him connect with other fans of the anime!

But that wasn't even the biggest issue with the tattoo. No, the real reason James was standing shirtless in front of his bedroom mirror was that the skin around the ill-advised tattoo was rapidly becoming discolored. Starting a few inches from the borders of the tattoo, his vanilla-white skin abruptly transitioned to dark chocolate. Strangely, the tattoo itself also seemed to be affected, the anime girl's blue hair and bulging eyes dissolving into swirling black lines.

"Ugh, I knew there was something funky about that tattoo parlor," James sneered to his extensive collection of cartoon memorabilia, Funko pops, and body pillows.

They, of course, did not respond. They wouldn't have done so normally, because they were inanimate objects, but right now they were slowly but surely fading out of existence, which made things a lot harder for them.

But James didn't notice that tiny little detail, because right before his eyes, the discoloration was starting to spread. Inch by inch, his white skin was darkening, darkening. He rubbed a hand over the changed skin, but it didn't feel any different from regular skin. That probably ruled out skin cancer, at least. Small mercies. Although, come to think of it, he did feel a little tingling at the tattoo site...

That small sensation was all the warning he had before his entire body erupted. He could feel every muscle, every bone in his body rippling and reshaping, from his masculinizing head to his rapidly growing toes. It felt like a swarm of bees had taken up residence inside him, but it was the most pleasurable feeling he'd ever experienced.

He rose in height and shrank in width — but not by too much, because his rolls of fat were being converted into mounds of muscle: Bulging biceps, wide lats, meaty quads... His stomach collapsed in on itself, melting away into a perfect inverted triangle garnished with six cobblestone abs. He still had tits, but now they were pecs instead of moobs.

The changes had mostly avoided James' face, but that would soon be corrected. There was no reason for the Black Adonis he was becoming to have the head of a white geek, after all. Melanating skin and masculinizing muscle converged around his neck and spread up from there. His Adam's apple became more prominent, deepening his voice to a sensual baritone. His lips plumpened up, and his nose flattened out, and a thick black mustache emerged between them. His neckbeard tamed itself into a short, tasteful beard. His hair was undergoing rapid improvements as well — coiling up and receding into his skin until his mullet had been replaced by a textured fade.

Comparatively, the final changes were tame. Stained sweatpants shifted into gym shorts that left nothing to the imagination. A gold chain appeared around his neck, not hanging but resting comfortably in the groove between his pecs. He blinked, and suddenly he had piercings in his ears and nose.

James stared at himself in the mirror, dumbfounded. Where a dumpy, overweight white man had once stood, in his place was a prime specimen of Black manliness. He blinked rapidly, trying to understand what had just happened, but when he opened his eyes again, he was Jamari.

He liked being Jamari a lot better, he realized. Not only was he a rich and famous athlete, but he also had much better taste in tattoos. Better taste in general, Jamari conceded, nodding in approval at his surroundings, which had transformed from a nerd's wet dream to an expensive private gym. His previous body had been optimized for pirating anime and playing Paradox games, but this new one was optimized for working out, winning national championships, and posting thirst traps for his millions of horny followers.

Raising his bicep up to his head, Jamari attempted to find the tattoo that had started it all. But there was no sign of the anime girl, just tasteful calligraphy in the same style as the art engraved in the rest of his body. What was the character's name again? What had she even looked like? He couldn't remember. All his previous nerdy fandom knowledge was fading away, but it had been replaced by expertise in sports, exercise, and celebrity culture — more than a fair trade.

Jamari gave the mirror one last smirk. Damn, he looked fine today. His adoring fans would not be disappointed with what they saw.

[burningcheese-merchant]

When Burning Spice was introduced a lot of people made comparison with Capsaicin, and even thought they were related. You have any thoughts on that?

I do, and you're all probably going to be very disappointed lol

Not only do I NOT vibe with the idea that they're related, I'm actually really annoyed that it's as popular as it is lol. It doesn't even make sense. Burning Spice was in prison for thousands of years; when, where and how did he have a kid? At what point in time did this occur? Capsaicin is a young man. A regular mortal, outside of his "Spice Overlord" thing. I ask you all again: when? Where? How? WHY? Has anyone ever actually thought this through?

"ThEy LoOk SiMiLaR" okay, and? So fucking what? Neither of them own the concept of "long hair" or "muscles" or "sharp teeth". Pitaya has those too, and he has an arguably more substantial connection to Capsaicin because they're actually from the same fucking area. Happenstance. Lots of characters in this game have similar attributes, that doesn't necessarily mean anything

"ThEy'Re BoTh SpIcY" Refer to point A. Do you all think all the nut-based cookies are related, too? That's the logic you might as well be operating on. Correlation is not causation

"Blah blah both go 2 jail" you know how many characters in this wack-ass phone game count as felons, bro? How many of them SHOULD count as felons lol? The Cookie Run universe might as well be one giant Alcatraz with all the shit these little affronts to God get up to every day, I ain't making them all each other's relatives because of it

They're the wrong ages for them to be family. Burning Spice was serving a life sentence since long before Capsaicin was even thought of, he literally got out after the guy was already a grown ass man. They're not even from the same fucking CONTINENT! Capsaicin has probably never even HEARD of Beast-Yeast! Even that little comic the CRK Twitter account posted makes fun of all this shit!!! The Wild Spices mistake Cap for Spice from behind, and then get confused when he turns around because THEY VERY CLEARLY DO NOT KNOW WHO HE IS AND HAVE NEVER SEEN HIM BEFORE! Wouldn't an army know if their general had a son, even if it was only mentioned in passing? Wouldn't THIS army have a vested interest in having their general's son around if he existed, and stop at nothing to bring him home should he vanish, to gain favor with Spice and because of how powerful Capsaicin is and how useful he could be to them?

I wouldn't be so bent out of shape about all this if it wasn't LITERALLY FUCKING EVERYWHERE!!! I cannot enjoy any content of Burning Spice OR Capsaicin without having to endure a fucking barrage of "hurr durr father and son" posts!!! I just want to ogle my hot, sexy, deliciously evil spice man BY HIM-FUCKING-SELF in peace, I never asked to have to hear the exact fucking same "hi son I came back with the milk" joke over and over and over again

I know I sound like a massive dick right now and I'm truly sorry. You are more than welcome to think of these two as related in some way if you wish. I am not your mother, nor your leader, nor your god, I'm just some cringe loser on the internet. Enjoy this game and its characters in whatever way you choose. I even actually like a good bit of the father/son art, a lot of it is cute and funny. I'm able and willing to say that with complete sincerity.

I just wish I didn't have to feel like it's being forced on me. That is one of the biggest issues I have with this fandom: how oppressive it often feels. You MUST ship this particular pairing, you MUST headcanon these characters as family, you MUST take this one-off joke that was clearly just a goddamn joke and preach it 24/7/365 like it's the gospel truth that Devsis themselves wrote on stone tablets and delivered from the top of Mount Sinai. And then when someone doesn't want to do that, everyone else descends upon them like a plague of fucking locusts. I actually saw a Dad Spice + Son Cap post on here with the person who made it saying something like "ok since everyone agrees that these two are family [...]" and I just got so fucking irritated. No, actually, not everyone agrees. Not everyone agrees on a lot of the fanon that's shoved down the entire community's throats on a regular basis. PLEASE stop acting like they do. I still remember when people would get flat-out harassed for not acting like Herb is Sea Fairy's son (old ass drama lol).

Say what you will about me, I'm just one person and you can block me or whatever dumb tags I use for my dumb shit. There is NOWHERE I can go to avoid this. Twitter? Plagued. Tumblr? Plagued. Even fucking reddit is on this nonsense (only in my personal opinion). But that's what I get for acknowledging Reddit in any capacity lol

I shall once again sincerely apologize for my harsh tone here, I am not attacking you personally or anyone who headcanons these two as relatives. I am just generally, profoundly frustrated and I need to get it out. I appreciate you taking the time to ask me an honest question, I hope you can forgive me for my painfully honest answer

[forbidden-sin-bin]

By Your Side - Chapter 3

Summary: Only appearing as a mere background extra a few times, your hopes of landing a large enough role to be truly seen dwindles by the minute. In the midst of the long wait, you bury yourself in being the hardest working part-time barista the café has to offer.

Oh, and say hello to your new manager, who’s also working hard to make ends meet.

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August 27, 1997

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Brushing your apron smooth, you made your way to the cash register with a your usual practiced smile. "Welcome to the Tango Palace. What can I get you today?"

The welcoming expression on your face was far from the reality of your situation right now. And boy, it was bad.

Ever since the trip from New York feeling like a success, the days of receiving nothing but silence on your end slowly melted into creeping disappointment. Waiting by the phone for hours on end, all for nothing, the day wasted.

And it wasn't just the callback that you were waiting for: you had dozens of tryouts in the race against many others - improvs, scripts, interviews, singing, even a literal hand evaluation - in order to take that one and only spot of being chosen.

Though your parents were always happy whenever you landed a spot as an extra in the background of a single scene, be it movie or tv show, it did nothing to quell the shot-through nerves of wondering if the agency would ever give you an update on that callback you did.

At this point, nearing the new school year for Quinn's first year of kindergarten was the only silver lining in all of this. No doubt, you were proud, but it was bittersweet seeing them grow so fast. It seemed as if it were only yesterday that you had brought him home from the hospital, and in a blink he's walking, talking and ready to learn how to read.

In fact, you were so lost in reminiscing you nearly missed your customer's order.

Realizing you may or may not have zoned out for a second too long, you mentally slapped yourself as you quickly typed out the order. "S-sorry! Was it a regular coffee, one cream, no sugar?"

"And a quiche." Your customer sighed. "Jesus Christ..."

You nodded as you forced down your panic and irritation at the backhanded comment, giving them the total as you set the register to print out the receipt. "Alright, it'll only take a second." Whipping around, you set to work on pouring out a steaming hot cup of coffee, freshly brewed, and placing a pre-prepared veggie quiche out of the fridge and into the oven, dialing the settings to heat it just right.

Holding back your own sigh, you leaned back on the countertop as you waited. Truth be told, you weren't sure if the thought of getting fired was more stressful, or the thought of becoming a good-for-nothing that's entirely possible in the near future was worse. Either way, you couldn't lose this job.

The owners were kind enough, and business wasn't overly crowded with people, but you wanted to show them that hiring you was the best decision they could've made. Thinking about anything that isn't the job is the complete opposite of what you're trying to prove.

'Don't think of anything but what's in front of you, right now.'

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Later that evening...

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You tossed each letter onto the table in two separate piles; One for bills, the other for junk mail. After an uneventful day of serving customers, you returned home as always, filtering out the mail for your parents before they came home.

It wouldn't be long before the school year started, and you'd have to cut your hours in order to pick Quinn up from school, elsewise he'd be stuck in the after-care program till six, which wasn't fair for him at all.

It wasn't as if your family was poor or in debt, rather down on its luck. Your parents working at desk jobs required them to be there from at least nine to five, there was little to no time to take a break, especially now that they're not just working to keep the house afloat; If all else failed, you'd have to pick a course and go through community college just to get some degree that'll help you find a job that pays.

A part of you feared that you'd be kicked out eventually, which terrified your thoughts of not being able to take care of Quinn. And not being able to take care of Quinn means you're probably getting kicked out of the house like every other parent does to their kid that doesn't deliver.

Alright, that last part is debatable. But it’s possible, and you weren’t taking any chances.

And by not taking any chances, you sure as hell weren’t about to let the phone ring twice as you practically leaped over the kitchen table to pick it up.

"Hi! Hello?! Sorry- hello?"

"H-hello? Hi, is this-?" A stressed voice stutters out your first and last name.

Your face, initially bright with hope fell comically quick as you realized it wasn't an agency calling you for a role. Instead, a somewhat nervous voice of a young man answered. From how he sounded you could tell he was sweating bullets coming out of the other side of the phone.

"Yes, hi. That would be correct." You replied, not bothering to hide your deadpan shift in mood. This however didn't seem to phase the stranger.

"Oh, great! I saw your resume sent in to my agency, and I see you're looking for an agent to represent you in the coming years? Hopefully trying to find work?"

A few seconds of silence passed as you processed his response. 'Oh shoot, they actually remembered?' You thought with wide eyes.

"He-hello?"

"Yep, still on the line. May I ask who's calling?"

"Sean Warden. Sorry I should've introduced myself at the start but-"

You cut him off. "All good. And to answer your question: Yes. I'm in need of assistance in receiving job offers. Is that sufficient?"

"Awesome. So, the reason I'm calling you right now is because I have a proposition to offer you."

Again, silence, as if he was awaiting a reaction out of you. You however, had already begun to lose patience. "...Please continue." You held back a sigh, beginning to wonder if this is some sort of prank call or scam caller.

Still, this 'Sean' guy seemed either desperate or eager as he revealed his intention.

"I would like to represent you as your agent."

...

A few hours later...

...

"I'm going to be honest with you: This is not how I expected a potential signing of a client to look like."

Sitting inside a Tim Horton's café, coffee cups in hand, you found yourself sitting at a two-person table with a young, skittish and scrawny looking man in his mid to late twenties. Admittedly, this isn't the kind of guy you'd expect to meet.

Sharing an awkward silence, both of you holding small black coffees, neither of you had the gall to break the painful, painful silence. At least, until you've finished reading the whole entire contract that he gave you.

Given you're in the middle of the second page out of... eight, this was going to be a long evening.

Flicking your gaze at him for a brief glance away from your reading, you saw no impatience, only anxiousness, in his face. "Sorry if I'm taking up your time." You offered, figuring it'd be the least you could do for someone who hasn't been pushing your buttons.

Sean waves you off. "No need, I'm just happy you've agreed to even see me. I'll take anything, really."

You raised a brow. 'Anything, he says.' Your thoughts wandered away to making it seem as if you weren't the first option of employment, probably the last.

"O-oh, no no nonono, I didn't mean it like that!" He corrects himself, probably noticing or fearing that he might've made you reconsider signing that contract. "I mean- like-" He sighs, covering his face with a hand, filled with stress. "Don't get me wrong, I absolutely wanted to pick you as a client. I've seen your resume and everything; I can see the potential you have, I mean it."

Nodding, you resumed scanning the papers. "Continue. I'm listening, don't worry." Seeing that he hadn't missed his shot, he relaxed a little.

"I'm not trying to sell a sob story, it's just the truth. As you may know, the work I do is to find others work; Aspiring actors, music artists, the like? I'm no beginner to this, I've had many clients in the past and I haven't failed finding them jobs. But when there's older, more experienced agents... Well, you'd want to be represented by them more than me."

You hummed in acknowledgement, not taking your eyes off the contract as you flipped to page 3.

"My last three clients have all decided to move on to find a more renowned agency, meaning that as of now, I've no one to find work for, which also means my wages are little to none at the moment." Sean finished, clasping his hands together and resting them on the table, looking down as he finished. "What I'm offering you right now isn't the end all, be all. I promise you, regardless of what's going on in my personal and home life, I'll give it my all to find you what you need." It almost sounds like a plead, coming from him. "If you end up parting ways with me in the future, that's more than okay! It's just... please. Give me this chance to help you out."

Finally, you raised your head to look at him. Keeping your face neutral, you finally spoke after a few moments:

"Could you do something for me, if I do sign?"

He nodded eagerly. "Yeah, of course! What is it?"

Taking sip of your coffee first, you then reached into your bag and handed him your notebook. Well, one of many... but you knew this one had something you were looking for, and you couldn't reach it by yourself.

Flipping through to the page you wanted him to see, you slid the notebook over too him. "There's someone I know that's been looking to release an EP this year... probably this year, I don't know exactly. Problem is, you can't find their stuff here, only in Detroit. Think you could help me out?"

"Can I?" He almost laughed in relief. "Say no more." Scanning the written contact info that wasn't written in your hand, you watched as he holds the notebook closer to his face as something flickers across his expression. "Hold on a second..." First starting from genuine interest slowly melted to confusion, then familiarity.

You raised a brow. "Is everything alright?"

Suddenly, Sean's gray eyes widened in recognition, and indignation.

"OH, NOT THAT BALD-HEADED BASTARD?!"

...

....

.....

A few weeks later...

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"OH, NOT THAT SMUG FUCKIN TWINK."

Marshall's head snapped up from writing another let of lyrics as he looked at his recently-signed agent, Paul. "The fuck you goin on about man?"

Holding the letter in his hands, Paul looked like he was glaring daggers into the paper. "Not you! It's this guy that I knew from law school, fucking annoying is what he was." Tossing the paper to his table, he sighed as he walked out of the room. "Take a look if you want, apparently his client claims to know you or something. They're waiting for your EP."

'How the hell'd they know already, this fuckin early?' Marshall picked up the paper, lazily scanning through the content that somehow got Paul pissed enough to take a hike. The signed name of the writer, Sean Warden, didn't ring any bells except the one labelled: 'white guy's name', if it wasn't obvious enough.

No one here would name their kid Sean, for fucks sake.

The name of his client however... slowly, but eventually remembering that day they met, even if it was only for a few minutes, was not forgotten on either of them, it seems.

Marshall huffed out a laugh.

"Hoooooooly fuckin shit. That bitch actually did it."

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(End of Chapter 3)

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A/N: HAPPY 1 YEAR AND... *checks calendar* NEARLY THREE MONTHS Y'ALL

Yep.

I think you already know I'm about to apologize again, so uhh... I'm extremely, very sorry? If any of you are still waiting I'm incredibly sorry for the long ass wait. I said previously it was all uphill from here, which was a LIE IT SEEMS

But just to make it up to you all... Chapter 4 is coming THIS WEEK. So there's something to look forward too I hope! Chapter 5 is coming a few weeks after as well. But I hope this suffices for now, thank you for your patience <3

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[sim0nril3y]

Second Meeting

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Civilian!Reader Scenario: Set a few weeks after their first meeting Simon bumps into a familiar face on another night out. Warnings: No mask Simon (It's my personal headcanon in his regular life he probably wouldn't wear it), mentions of smoking, mentions of alcohol, suggestive conversation, slight mention of smut, canon-typical swearing (I mean, it's Ghost for fuck sake!).

Just how did Simon keep getting dragged onto these nights out? His friends always seemed to talk him around enough, speaking some shit as if he owed them something because he was rarely home these days. They missed him. They wanted to spend some time with him. They wanted him to chase a pretty bird and bed her. Fuckinghell… he was beginning to think that his “friends” really didn’t have his best intentions at heart. A night in watching the football would be ideal, even going down the pub for a quiet one would be preferable to them always dragging him out-out to these dingy little clubs.

It was just a relentless assault on each of his senses. The beer was fucking abysmal. The music was too loud – if you could even call it music. The floor was sticky. It was hot. There were too many people around him. God, these birds must be desperate if they were grinding up against him. It must be because they couldn’t get a good look at him in the light. They couldn’t see the scars and burns that littered him. The tattoos that spread up his arms. Too rigid. Too regimented. Unable to just let loose anymore. Simon simply stood there assessing every little thing about the room.

Once the tension had built too high Simon was quick to excuse himself. Barging unapologetically through the crowd and outside. Fuck, he’d rather be home right now watching the highlights. He knew that Man United won their game, he wanted to watching it, but his mates had insisted that going out-out would be much more fun. Last fucking time that he would listen to them…

“Oh, we’re going to have to stop running into each other like this…” Glancing over his shoulder Simon was somewhat shocked to see you standing angelically under the streetlamps, cigarette burning between your fingers, shuffling from one foot to the other attempting to generate some body heat in another dress that was less that weather appropriate. “You stalking me, kid?” A brow quirked in you direction before you beamed a grin back at him in response, a small silent conversation between you both: so you remembered me... how could I fucking forget?

A musical laugh fell from your lips, daring a few steps closer to him, as if they were more than acquaintances, maybe something closer to friends, or more… “Bet you’d like that.” He saw the way your teeth tugged at your lower lip. Flirting. Tempting. Dangerous. “Been to every club in town just looking for you~” Your tone was teasing and Simon let out a low laugh. “I have to say. I was a little disappointed that I didn’t hear from you.”

“That right?” Simon blew his smoke away from your face as you took a few more daunting steps in his direction. “Fun game, bet you don’t even remember my name.” “Simon~” The name shot from your lips in an instant and fucking hell did he like the way it sounded on your precious, pink lips. “Impressed?” Placing your cigarette between your lips and inhaling sweetly. “There is a really easy way to get rid of me, Simon~” He hated the way his trousers grew a little tighter each time his name rolled off your tongue. “Take me for a drink.” Then shrugging your slight shoulders. “After that, if I don’t interest you, then I’ll disappear and you’ll never hear from me again.”

Those walls he’d built up where beginning to crack and crumble. How did this fuckin’ kid find a way of getting under his skin so effectively? “Fine.” The smile that broke over your face was memorable. “Dog and Duck?” It was a local boozer, one that had a bit of a reputation for being rough. “Or you bit classier than that?”

“I can be whatever you want me to be…” Your playful lilt spoke to him on a level he’d never experienced before. Moving to stand so that he was looming over you, observing that smug little look on your face. “Last chance to go find a boy your own age to play with…” It was more of a plea than it was a suggestion. There was no way that he would be able to resist you if they kept playing this game. He had done such an efficient job to build these walls up to protect other people and to protect himself. He couldn’t just allow you to come in and bulldoze them down. “But the older boys are so much more fun~” Fuck, you were snarky and witty. So much of him loved your attitude but part of it shook him to the very core. Simon knew what he needed to do; humour you. The moment you found out more about him then you would run a mile. He would just be another bad dating story to tell your friends. Until then, he would just humour you.

Masterlist | Ask | 29-08-2023

[effy-writes]

Gojo Imagines: you can talk to animals!

*requested from wattpad*

summery: you talk to basic animals and gojo finds that super cute!

• You met Gojo at high school. He saw you outside and what it looked like you were talking to a bunny. He tilted his head out of curiosity and was thinking to himself, "This chick is weird." He walked over to you and right when he did the bunny ran away. You jerked and turned your head around, "Can I help you?" You asked in aggravated tone.

"Were you talking to a bunny?" He snickered.

"Yeah, got a problem?" You stood up, but Gojo was still towering over you.

He put his hands up in defense, "No! Was just wondering what you were doing. Thought it was a cursed spirit but nope...just a regular bunny." He sounded disappointed.

"I can talk to animals." You put your hands on your hips.

"Oh shit! That's pretty cool! What was that little fella saying?"

"Asking me for food. For some reason animals know that I can talk to them so they always come to me. At first I wanted to be a veterinarian but turns out animals can see cursed spirits, I sadly cannot. So that's why i'm here."

• Gojo immediately got hooked on the idea of what you can (and can't) do. Although you thought it was a silly thing, he didn't think that of you. He ended up telling all of his friends and because of him so many people would bring their pets and ask you to talk to them.

"You could make money doing this!" Gojo was practically jumping up and down.

"Eh..I don't really care about the money."

Gojo wished you did.

• Gojo took you to the pet store and made you ask the animals on who wanted to be cared for from him. All of the animals were frightened except this cat who was color blind.

"Really? A cat?"

The cat meowed, "He said go fuck yourself." You replied.

"Fine, ask him if he wants to live with me."

"Animals can hear us," The cat meowed again, you turned your attention back to Gojo, "He said yeah, but he demands treats every 2 hours."

"That's oddly specific," Gojo pointed out, "But sure! You're coming home with me little fella."

• After a while you two still remained friends. You wanted to have a relationship with him but was afraid he wouldn't like you back...until the cat told you.

"You're  positive he likes me...right?"

"100%," The cat said in his low voice.

•Basically, that cat was a wing man, and after that you and Gojo started a relationship. All three of you were always going to places. The cat would rest on Gojo's shoulders while you guys went shopping or just a plain walk.

•Thank God you can talk to animals.

[steddieas-shegoes]

wrong date

for @corrodedcoffinfest prompt 'wrong date'

rated t | 890 words | cw: mild language | tags: famous corroded coffin, jeff's dad finally accepts he has a rockstar son

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It was supposed to be a special show, not even part of the regular tour. A stop in Indianapolis in a small venue, only 250 tickets sold, a shortened set with a new song list just for this crowd. They'd have merch available specific to this show.

It was a bit of an anniversary show, marking the ten year anniversary of their first time playing in Indy, which is the show that led them to signing their first deal.

It wasn't even a real tour date.

But when their merch arrived for it, they went into panic mode.

"How did they mess up the back?" Jeff was yelling through the phone on the bus, something he never did. "We were clear that this would have the art submitted with the date and location of this one show. It can't have the same back as our tour shirt!"

Frankie and Eddie watched Jeff from the couch as Gareth sat on the counter by the fridge. Normally, Jeff was incredibly calm when faced with a problem, especially one that could definitely be fixed. This could be fixed, though it would be cutting it extremely close to the show date.

"No. Fix it. Get them overnighted. I don't care if it costs you more money. Not having the merch we told fans we would is gonna cost a lot more." Jeff hung up, immediately banging his head against the cabinet in front of him. "It's so simple. They fuck up the simplest thing."

"You good?" Gareth dares to ask while Jeff is having a breakdown.

"How many times do I have to fix shit they fuck up? Why do they even get to be in charge of things if they can't handle it?" Jeff continues, ignoring Gareth's question. "We need a better manager."

"You mean like the last guy we had?" Frankie snorted. "Maybe we could call him in prison and ask him for help while he serves time for tax evasion and embezzlement."

"At least he got us the right fucking shirts!" Jeff argued, but quickly deflated. "I just want this to be perfect."

Gareth made eye contact with Eddie and Frankie before hopping off the counter and standing in front of Jeff. He placed a comforting hand on Jeff's shoulder.

"This wouldn't normally bother you this much. What's goin' on?" He asked.

"My dad's gonna be there."

It all made sense now.

Jeff's relationship with his dad had been...rocky. Not always. In fact, as a child, he was incredibly close to him, and they spend countless hours playing together, taking fishing trips, going to concerts.

But when Jeff started taking music more seriously than school, planning for a future on stage instead of in a college dorm, his dad had a lot of things to say, and none of them were positive. It broke Jeff's heart to lose his support, but it got easier to deal with the more successful they became.

When their recent album debuted at number one, Jeff's dad reached out to let him know he was proud of him. He didn't apologize, or even admit he was wrong, but he was trying a little. It was enough for Jeff from a distance.

But apparently it wouldn't be at a distance anymore.

"He's your VIP ticket?" Eddie asked.

Jeff nodded. "Him and my mom. They heard about it and insisted on coming to see what all the fuss is about."

"Who said there's fuss?" Eddie joked. "No fuss here. Just a lot of people who wanna sleep with us or be us."

"Yeah, I guess they wanted to get the experience without going to a regular show."

"We'll have the best show ever, then. Gotta show them how fuckin' cool you are, right?" Frankie said as he pulled Jeff into a hug.

****

Jeff's parents were the first ones backstage after the show, somehow beating Gareth's parents, Wayne, and Frankie's mom by minutes.

He gave his mom a hug, but hesitated before holding a hand out towards his dad.

Everyone watched as his dad looked down at it, then back up at Jeff.

Jeff dropped his hand, and only his closest friends in the world could see the disappointment on his face.

But his dad's arms wrapped around his shoulders, and the entire room breathed a sigh of relief.

"Proud of you, son. I'm glad you didn't listen to me."

"Really?" Jeff asked against his shoulder, voice wet and rough like he was holding back a sob.

"You're a true rock star. Can't say I ever thought it was possible, but seeing you up there, I know that's where you were meant to be."

When Jeff pulled away, he noticed both of his parents were wearing the shirts that had only arrived at the venue the day before.

Everything was correct this time.

When Jeff's dad turned around to say hi to Frankie's mom, Jeff looked at the date on the back.

"You're fuckin' kidding me," he groaned.

"What?" Eddie asked, watching the door for Wayne.

"They got the date wrong!"

Eddie laughed. "I guess our encore technically played on June 20th, so that's gotta be at least a little right."

"We have to fire our manager," Jeff shook his head. "Today. I'll hire someone off the street. Only qualification is knowing what a calendar looks like."

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Oops!...I Did It Again

Ch 4: Fuck me like you hate me.

Pairing: Nanami x reader

Warnings: MDNI, smut, unprotected sex, angst, use of curse words.

Synopsis: When life was throwing you uncountable curveballs, an unexpected reunion with your high school friend helped you dodge every single one of them. Coping mechanisms leave you both in a complicated situationship. So what happens when one of you ends up catching feelings? The cliche or the unexpected?

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Ch 3

Fuck me like you hate me? That particular expression from you conveyed the exact opposite of Nanami's sentiment. The dynamics between you two underwent a noticeable shift after that exchange. Previously, you instigated random conversations with him while sharing dinner, but now you steer clear of interactions and instead aggressively approach him with sex on your mind. Suddenly, that was all it was about. Secret visits to his office evolved into regular and conspicuous events. He wasn't complaining; he enjoyed having you in his arms; however, it felt like there was a wall that kept him from reaching you.

"You're doing it again, y'know." He confronted you as he saw your form entering the room.

"Doing what again?" you inquired, diligently drying your hair.

"Pushing me out-"

"You're just too big for me, but I promise I'll try to make it fit this time." You replied playfully.

Kento audibly sighed at the apparent endeavor on your part to ignore his inquiry with an innuendo. His gaze traced your motions, uncertain if you intended to swiftly segue into intimate matters or address the pending discussion. The predictability manifested as you opted for the former, leaving your bathrobe on the floor, settling onto his lap, adjusting your damp tresses, and drawing him closer, close enough to kiss. Your mere presence proved intoxicating, and despite his earnest attempts to grapple with his dilemmas, the overpowering sensation of your lips meeting his was enough to conquer his doubts and uncertainties. And right when he had started to drown himself in the kiss, you pulled away. It looked like you wouldn't listen to him, so he decided to speak your language and give into you.

What were you doing to him? You pondered as you observed every detail on his face that reflected nothing but his unwavering devotion to you. He was a great person, and yet you could never be the same as him. A lingering feeling of fear, borne of past disappointments and betrayals, veiled your sentiments. You had experienced them far too many times from far too many people you considered close. Your trust was fractured by the scars of abandonment etched by some friends, some endgames, who left you when they were bored. Were you the problem? Were you the catalyst for their departures? You don't know. There's one thing you know for sure, though: you are never going to grant anyone that power over you. You're never going to surrender dominion over your emotions or believe in anyone because people suck no matter how perfect they appear to be on the outside. You are tired of being on the receiving end of pain. Maybe now you'll take your sweet time giving it. Kento appears to be flawless, and that's uncanny because you don't know what you'll do if he leaves you like everyone else. So you have decided to own him without having him—an attempt to possess without being possessed—to lay claim to his heart without the surrender of your own, as yours remains beyond his grasp.

Kento lithely guided you onto the plush mattress, divesting himself of his shirt. A heavy breath escaped him as he traced a path of delicate kisses along your neck. Captivated by the allure of your taut nipples, he indulged in drawing one into his mouth while ardently caressing the other, savoring the sensation of your hands entwined firmly in his tousled locks. Sucking indelible marks on your bosom, he earned fervent moans from you. Intertwining his fingers into yours, he slowly moved down to your pussy. Interlocking his fingers with yours, he moved down to your pussy to bestow his attention upon the realm of your desire.

"Ah, Kento!" Your limbs entwined around his head, where his adept mouth and tongue worked a beguiling dance upon your sloping core, his hands asserting control over your hips. The vice of your thighs clamped down upon his head, giving him an unspoken insistence to continue his abuse, and so he did. Swiftly, Nanami wasted no time, seamlessly immersing himself between your parted legs.

"Don't move," he commanded as his sizable hands encircled your hips, conveying a tacit warning to stay still when you tried to move away due to the overwhelming sensitivity.

“K-Kento, I'm coming.” You whimpered while grinding your cunt against his tongue, riding through your orgasm.

Without a break, he pulled you onto his lap, seating you with your back leaning against his chest and his already-leaking cock rubbing against your bare cunt. Keeping one thick arm around your waist and the other holding your jaw, he kissed you passionately as he entered your warmth.

"Shi-shit, hah-...fuck" Curses slipped out of his mouth as your wet pussy swallowed up his whole length. He started drilling his cock into you at a dizzying speed, snapping his hips against yours.

"Does this feel like I hate you?" He asked in between his thrusts.

There it was again. Why doesn't he understand that the thrill will be lost the moment they commit? Why can't he just continue this no-strings-attached relationship? Why can't he accept that this feeling of love won't last and all that will be left of it will be dispair?

"A-answer me?" He questioned you as he violently rubbed fast circles on your clit and mouthed at your neck, savoring your taste.

"No."

This wasn't the answer he wanted to hear. It frustrated him to no end that you would go to such lengths just to deny his questions. Pounding relentlessly into your cunt, his tight hold on your waist left bruises.

"Umf-yesh...jus like tha..." You arched your back as he started thrusting at an animalistic pace, each stroke greater and more urgent than the last. You were nearing your climax once again. His teeth pulled at your bottom lip, kissing you over and over as you continued bouncing on his cock. You came with a high-pitched squeal, causing his jaw to clench as he felt your pussy spasm around him.

A series of guttural groans escaped his lips as he climaxed within your embrace. Exhaling deeply, he gazed upon you, a glistening sheen of sweat enveloping your entire form. Your disheveled, damp locks clung haphazardly, yet in this disarray, you appeared flawless. The most beautifully perfect being. Why couldn't you view yourself through his lens?

"I can't do this anymore." He smiled softly, his eyes gleaming with tears.

"What? Why? Is the sex not good?" Why was he doing this?

"Can we be something more than this?" He asked hopelessly, almost sounding tired.

"Where's this coming from?" You inquired.

"Answer me."

"What the fuck is this-"

"Why can't you see it?!" His sorrowful voice gave away his dispair.

"I dunno what you're talking about. Y'know what? Let's take a breather." You stated to avoid the matter at hand.

"No... please. I need to know."

"Kento, let's not-"

"I love you."

"No. Don't do this."

"I love you-"

"Stop it!" you screamed, gasping, a tear escaping your eye. "It's not worth it; let's act like this never happened."

"I can't-"

"Why not? What more can you want? I'm giving you everything, aren't I?"

"I want you." Nanami embraced you in a hug. "I want all of you, and I'm willing to wait."

You pulled away.

"There's nothing there for you to wait for. I don't want you if I can't have you like this. I'm sorry, Kento, but I guess you will only ever be just another good fuck for me."

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[chaifootsteps]

hard agree that Stolas is worse - tbh I think it's the self-delusional victim complex that makes Stolas feel worse than Stella

when Stella hurts someone, she does it on purpose and would crow about it. the only exceptions are probably imps who she hurts because she sees them as beneath her and like furniture - that's the closest she gets to Stolas' brand of ignorance and malic.

meanwhile when Stolas hurts someone, either no he didn't or he didn't mean to or whoever he hurt just doesn't understand whatever thing totally lets him off the hook. On top of the sexual abuse that he can only admit to in brief moments (then immediately act shocked when anyone gets mad at him for it), there's such a disconnect in terms of how he seems to see himself as this kind guy who's trying his best and so put upon by the world (and is such a good ally to the lower classes, you guys), and who cries and assumes as long as his feelings are hurt whoever called him out is in the wrong.

knowing someone like Stella in real life wouldn't be pleasant, but she owns her cattiness and enjoys it. she might even probably be good company if you had a bad ex and needed someone to rag on them with

meanwhile knowing someone like Stolas in real life would just be nonstop disappointment, confusion and the frustration of trying to have the basic respect of being seen like a person.

it'd be having someone act nice and then continually let you down and when it's pointed out, they either promise to change and don't or get mad and deny they ever did anything wrong (and then don't change). a real life Stolas would probably have a long string of people not in his life anymore who all have stories about how he screwed them over but none of them feel like they can talk about it except to each other because Stolas has such a sensitive, nice veneer. and that's not even getting into the number of times an IRL Stolas would push someone's boundaries and then refuse to own up to it

I feel like it definitely says something that Stella, as abrasive and catty as she can be, frequently enjoys tea parties and throwing regular parties and has many, many friends. She's exactly who she is and hides literally nothing, holds nothing back, even when it would be to her advantage to do so.

Stolas will hurt you and try to make you believe it's your fault, and that's insidious and scary.

[ethicaltreatmentofcowplants]

Real talk for a moment.

So it's not that I don't worry about engagement at all. I mean, I am posting my silly pixel people's adventures over a social media account and not just in my private virtual journal or something. But as long as I get people interacting with me/my posts and who seem to enjoy my gameplay and I experience some sense of community, I'm usually not so pressed about the actual numbers?

That said: yesterday I made the decision to use the photography function in the Moschino pack for the first of Simply Lilac's fashion features - and I hated it. I couldn't believe how many photos were ruined by the flash, especially considering that our photographer (Dodo) was maxed out in that skill and I'd set up the area like a proper studio. The entire time I was pausing and exiting the game to check that I had at least one shot of every pose that hadn't been ruined before I continued on to the next one. And while Happy Pills managed to salvage the shots somewhat, if you polish a turd even with the nicest silkiest cloth, then well - it's still a turd.

You wouldn't believe it from the end product, but in total it took me over four hours.

Basically I had to force myself to go through with my plans and post the screenshots at all. I was really tempted to scrap the post but at this point, I'd sunk too much time into it. I'd get a few supportive comments from my 'regulars,' I'd figured, and at least have tried something new. And then I'd never do another again.

But then came the reblogs, the likes and the comments. Considering how maddening I'd found the entire process and how disappointed I was by the end product, they really meant a lot to me 🥲. While I'll need to rethink the whole in-game photography issue (the sims look much better in CAS but I also like them interacting with each other in shots?), I'm now feeling reinvigorated about this whole side project and have plants to do more. And one hundred percent of that is down to you guys.

So I'm not really sure where I'm going with this except that if you see someone on your dash who is pushing themselves out of their comfort zone and trying something new, please give them a little love. People being supportive and seemingly enjoying at least some aspects of the post (Moschino pack, you're still on probation) renewed my own sense of joy from it and made the difference between me never doing something like this again, and now not only having plans for a second but actually looking forward to it.

Simblr, you're alright sometimes. 🥰

[botanikos]

Image text: It's Lisa Simpson giving her presentation with the words "I blocked and deleted anons for months, and left this blog/Stolas only for it to all keep going anyway."

Today, while singing around the kitchen after having a hard time at work, I had some "post-stress clarity" or whatever you want to call it.

I have been so exhausted, anxious, and genuinely saddened by the ongoing anonymous tirade that continues to mention my name (and others — but I don't speak for them, only myself). So allow me to make some clarifying statements, shall we? Not that I owe anyone a single word... besides, those I am close with or who know me know the truth. And let me just say thank you.

To everyone else, I refuse to apologize for making this post. As a victim of this circlejerk of an anonymous harassment campaign that people don't want to acknowledge or take seriously and just label as regular old "drama" even though it's been going on for months and that is fucking WILD — I am tired of keeping quiet. So here it is, why I "left."

1. My very first anonymous "criticism" was not that at all. I still wouldn't classify it as "hate" either, despite what others thought of it at the time. However, I have come to the conclusion now, months later, that it is entirely possible, and very likely, they mistook me for someone else. "Jude, that is awfully generous" ; no it isn't. It's what I believe to be true. My URL, at the time before it was changed to botanikos, was very similar to another person's. Knowing what I do now, it makes sense. No harm, no foul.

2. I have no real proof of who has been / is / was sending the constant barrage of anonymous messages. The Cam blog stepped up and said it was them. I believe they played a part in it, for sure, but considering things are STILL being said and I received messages even after blocking them. . . Huh. Interesting, don't you think? Anyways. . . That being said — Not once have I ever made a post about or directed towards another name that has been consistently mentioned in all of this, yet my posts were stolen and used. Linked, of course, because I took the reblog feature away. So again. . . The only things I have ever addressed are a select very few (2-3 messages at most) anonymous asks. I have. . . So many screenshots of messages I consistently received. Let that sink in.

3. "Just ignore and block. They will stop." If that were true, do you think I would have left this blog? No. Again, I don't know who is behind any of this, but it doesn't take rocket science to realize it's because I write Stolas and started befriending people? I assume that is what I am guilty of and what drew the attention? Coz otherwise, WHAT is the reason FOR ALL OF THIS/THAT? I'll wait, if anyone has a valid explanation. . .

4. Yea. I DID make a new blog! Wow! It's almost like I felt unsafe and anxious on this one after everything that's happened/been going on! And the only real way I saw myself regaining control of the situation was to take a few days away, shut down this blog, and start anew?!?! And even still, my name is being dragged around to other people. . . Funny how cowards don't want to ask or talk to me themselves about whatever curiosities they have. Huh! But no longer surprising. I'm just disappointed that I know 6 year olds with more decency and respect than the adults over here.

At this point, I am acutely aware that whoever is behind this, while I may not know their direct identity. . . It is SOMEONE or a group of people who are either close friends with one another and have interacted with me on some level (or the people around me) or they are someone I am close to and unaware of their double standards.

So, of course, I'm going to use a different name and different blog, be private and highly selective, and slow to follow people back or write anymore. Because my spirit and desire to be here while not entirely gone has been severely broken. If you feel like you need anything made clear or confirmed from me, just ask. I have screenshots of everything I need/felt was necessary. I'm an open book. Talk to me in private if you need anything more from me. But there's your explanation.

So let it fucking go. At this point, I'm done being sad about it; now I'm just furious. And if saying all of this makes you dislike me or question my character, I hope you take a moment to do a little reflecting yourself, too. Because nothing I've said above is in any way demeaning. I have given you my experience(s). This blog has brought me so much joy, and sparked new friendships that I am grateful for. But the fact remains that I had to leave. I have to be someplace else, and I'm not even fully present there either.

[miraculouslbcnreactions]

How do you think s6 will handle power scaling with the team and ‘adult powers’?

For the class there are so many heroes that it’s hard to think they will all get development as part of the team, and they are completely absent from the trailers we have seen so far so we know they are absent from some fights so it seems like they will just be used as accessories.

As for the powers, the lucky charm was always the “I win” button for the show, with the only jeopardy being the risk of it taking to long and needing to de transform and try again. With unlimited uses it feels like the stakes are all gone. So either lucky charm and cataclysm are used sparingly for drama or that the powers are less effective since it could take multiple to defeat a villain. It would have made sense to develop adult right before the series finale to put them even with the big bad, but since it wasn’t the series finale it just seems like regular akuma should be no threat anymore.

I have no idea what they're going to do. As you've said, they pulled a series-ending upgrade or, at least, the sort of upgrade that should result in massive changes to the type of enemies we're dealing with, but I doubt that canon will deliver those types of changes. It would be too big a shift to the standard formula.

The stakes were usually pretty low in canon since the Lucky Charm is such a broken power (which is fine in a low-stakes kids show, btw), but with the infinite use issue, the larger team, and the villain no longer having ties to the heroes, it does feel like the stakes have never been lower. I think this is going to be another case of them immediately backtracking everything that the season final set up or, at least, executing the setup in the least exciting way possible.

The season ended with all the temp heroes getting outed? That's crazy! What is Ladybug going to do?

Oh, she's going to keep giving out the miraculous to those people and Gabriel is going to give up on tracking them down after one feeble attempt to use his new god-tier knowledge. Cool.

The season ended with Gabriel getting all the miraculous? That's crazy! How is Ladybug going to get them back?

Oh, she's going to quickly forget about that issue and focus on romance drama instead, barely thinking about the enslaves Kwamis because there's a cute boy to kiss. Cool. Not even remotely disappointing.

The season ended with all the temp heroes getting the miraculous full time? That's crazy! What is canon going to do?

Probably still treat them like temp heroes with the new holders only showing up when Ladybug asks them to be there or maybe canon will ship them all off somewhere else so they can't help. Who knows? Either way, I wouldn't hold my breath for anything exciting. The show never delivers on its setups so I would caution you to temper your expectations to match past performance.

[sihtricfedaraaahvicius]

Warnings: it's the smut chapter. 18+! Also short mention of violence/blood.

Pairing: Sihtric x modern!you (f)

Summary: part three of this request. (part two here)

Word count: 3.4k

Note: there will be at least one more chapter!

Taglist: @clairacassidy @finanmoghra @uunotheangel @hb8301 @bathedinheat @neonhairspray @anaeve @bubblyabs @travelingmypassion @sylas-the-grim @heimtathurs @bubbles-for-all-of-us @valeskafics

Chapter 3.

'Fuck?'

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You wondered what Sihtric did for a living, so you asked Gisela about the men when you had dinner with her again. She told you about Uhtred, her husband, and how Finan, Sihtric and Osferth were his most loyal men. They were all warriors, who battled to defend their land and their people, but the men also kept Coccham safe when they were home, and Sihtric was often responsible for delivering messages back and forth between the lands and their lords. And you heard her speak of battles, but you didn't really register it.

You cautiously asked Gisela more about Sihtric, as you were curious about his story. She told you how he was a prisoner at first and how he had earned his way to where he is now. And when you heard he was Kjartan's bastard son, you were shocked. He was so kindhearted and adorable, how could he possibly be the product of a man who was Kjartan the Cruel? It baffled you.

Gisela also told you that Sihtric is a sweet boy who had been taken advantage of by the whores, so they all still kept an eye on him when he seemed to chase after a woman. You blushed at that and wondered if anyone suspected you liked him. Gisela never spoke about it, but she was aware. She knew you had been wearing Sihtric's cloak, and she also knew he doesn't just give that to anyone. And as she knew you didn't have your own cloak, she made sure to give you one tonight.

After you had finished your food, you thanked her again and you were moved when Gisela gave you a cloak. It was such a kind gesture, and you felt the people here were so warm and welcoming, unlike where you came from. And again you were walked home by Clapa, which was to become a regular thing.

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You'd been home for a while already when you heard a knocking on your door.

'Sihtric?' you instantly blushed.

'Lady!' he smiled, 'are the rats all gone?'

'I think so, yes,' you chuckled, 'thank you.'

'You're welcome, lady,' Sihtric said and stared at you for a few awkward seconds before he spoke again, 'I- uh, would you… do you want to go with me to- to the alehouse? For a drink? With me?'

'Are you asking me out on a date?'

'W-what?' Sihtric blushed.

Dating was not a thing yet, got it.

'Nevermind,' you smiled, 'sure, I'll join you.' And you thought he couldn't possibly smile any wider than he did now, while he waited for you as you took your cloak and your few coins of silver.

'Look,' you smiled as you threw the warm, blue cloak around your shoulders, 'I have my own cloak now!'

'And it looks beautiful on you,' Sihtric smiled, hiding his disappointment that you wouldn't borrow his cloak anymore, as he had enjoyed your scent lingering in the fur after you returned it.

He was so very in love with you, he could barely take it.

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The alehouse was packed and it had a pleasant atmosphere.

However, you expected to be alone with Sihtric, but it turns out that "having a drink with Sihtric" means having a drink with Finan and Osferth too. But you liked them and it seemed as if they accepted you as a friend too. When Finan wasn't making jokes at the expense of poor Osferth, he would try and flirt with you. And you had to give it to him, many ladies would fall to their knees for him, but there was only one man there who had your interest. And that was the Dane sitting next to you, who was occasionally glancing at you from the corner of his eyes, eyeing you up when the others looked away for a moment. There was a new sort of tension between the two of you, and you liked it.

'Okay, well, next round is on me,' you smiled and held up your hard earned silver. And the men definitely didn't say no to a free drink, so you made your way to the bar. As you waited for your order you looked back over your shoulder and found Sihtric already staring at you as he sipped from his cup. You gave him a cheeky smile and he returned the same, after he had licked his lips. And you were amazed by how easily he could change from looking soft and adorable, to looking almost dangerous and sexy. 

While you were still mid smile to Sihtric, you suddenly felt someone grab your ass, which startled you and made you turn instantly. You looked up at a big Saxon man, who could have been your father, and you grimaced at the sight. You wanted to slap him in the face, but you also knew that would cause problems, and the last thing you wanted was to draw attention to you.

You smiled politely at the man before you turned away from him, but that clearly wasn't enough for him and he tried to pull you close, which you fought. You didn't know Sihtric had already jumped up as soon as the man laid his first hand on you, and as you tried to escape the man's grip, you suddenly saw Sihtric harshly shoving the Saxon man away from you as he held a knife up to the man's throat.

'Touching my lady?' Sihtric hissed.

'You- your? I- I didn't know,' the Saxon panicked, 'I would n-never try to take your lady if I had known. I apologise!'

You watched the intense moment with wide eyes, shocked that this escalated so very quickly and also shocked that no one else in the alehouse seemed to pay attention to it. So you suppose this was just another normal night.

'Don't apologise to me,' Sihtric snarled, clenching his jaw as he pushed the knife against the man's throat, drawing a drop of blood.

'I-I am sorry, lady,' the Saxon man said to you, to which you quickly nodded with big eyes.

Then Sihtric let go of him, placing his knife back on his belt while he kept his eyes on the Saxon, who was already making his way out of the alehouse. When Sihtric turned to you, his jaw was still clenched, and it was probably the hottest thing you had ever seen, but you were still quite startled from the interaction that you had no time to swoon.

'Are you okay?' Sihtric asked, his voice calm and eyes soft again as his hands slipped onto your waist. It almost gave you a whiplash from how fast his expressions changed, and you didn't even notice his hands on you yet.

'Y-yeah, I- I guess,' you sighed, confused, 'I think… I think I should go home, eh,' you scoffed lightly, 'this was… it was a lot.' Sihtric watched you intensely as you spoke, and he leaned in closer.

'Did I scare you?' he asked cautiously and sweetly.

You chuckled lightly and looked up at him, his face so close that you could smell the ale on his lips. 

'A little,' you admitted shyly.

'I am sorry, darling,' Sihtric spoke softly, to which you suddenly felt very lightheaded, 'if you wish to go home, I will walk you.'

You accepted his offer, as you didn't want to risk running into the Saxon man on your own. Sihtric was quick to inform Finan and Osferth what had happened, and you saw they jumped up, ready to fight. You chuckled when you saw Finan's disappointed face when Sihtric said he already took care of it. Osferth and Finan both gave you an understanding look as Sihtric walked back to you, taking your hand in his as he walked you out.

Once outside, Sihtric was quick to wrap his arm around your waist, and you didn't mind the sudden affection. And when you all got to process it, it was actually quite a turn on.

'Thank you,' you said, looking up at Sihtric, who still looked more serious than you were used to. He looked down at you and gave you a cheeky smile before he quickly directed his eyes back ahead.

'Am I your lady? I mean… that's what you said to the man, right?'

'Did I?' Sihtric played dumb.

'I think so, yeah,' you smiled shyly.

'Hm,' Sihtric shrugged, that cheeky smile never leaving his face. 

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'So, thank you for tonight,' you said as you slowly walked up to your door, 'sorry I wanted to go home this early.'

'It's not a matter of worry, lady,' Sihtric smiled. 

He pinched your cheek lightly, making you giggle before you politely slapped his hand away, causing Sihtric to smoothly intertwine his fingers with yours. And he looked at you with a half smile, eyes trailing up and down your figure to which he slowly bit down on his lip and let out a soft hum. 

You wanted this guy, desperately. You wanted to know all the things he'd do to you and all the ways he'd command you to please him. At least, that is what you imagined he'd be like.

'Do you,' you tried to hide your cheeky smile, 'want to come in and make sure there are no more rats?'

'Anything for you, lady,' Sihtric spoke in a husky voice as he kept his smile, softly tugging at your hand, letting you know he wanted you to lead him inside.

You giggled softly as you pulled Sihtric over your doorstep, into your home, where the candles were still burning from before you had left. He closed the door behind him without looking away from your eyes, and he followed you like a good boy as you led him to your kitchen.

'So… do you see anything?' you smiled playfully, looking up at him while you leaned back against the little kitchen counter, quickly taking off your boots and kicking them away.

'Nothing up here, lady,' Sihtric smirked, 'do you want me to look underneath, just to be safe?'

'You should, yes.'

Sihtric kept his eyes locked with yours as he slowly moved down onto his knees, biting down on his lip as his hands trailed down along your figure. You already felt your breath hitch and he hadn't even done anything yet. You watched his cheeky smile as you felt his warm, rough hands sneak under your dress, caressing your ankles softly as he looked up at you with questioning eyes. 

'Oh, fuck,' you blurted out, realising what was happening. You didn't think he'd be like that. You never had a man who was submissive before, and you certainly didn't expect Sihtric to be submissive. But the way he already had you soaking wet, you didn't care he was not the dominant man you thought he would be, only now you have to improvise.

'Fuck?' Sihtric repeated, a little confused as he smiled, still looking up at you. Oh, you were going to teach that sweet boy some new words today.

You seductively pulled one side of your dress up to your thigh, all while you never looked away from each other's eyes, and you swore you saw his eyes darken. Sihtric moved back slightly as he gently took your exposed ankle in his hands, moving your leg up to match the height of his lips, making sure he could still look you in the eyes as he placed his first, soft kiss onto your bare leg. You had no idea that a man kissing your leg could be so hot. You struggled to keep your eyes locked with him while Sihtric left open mouth kisses all over your leg, slowly kissing his way up from your ankle to your knee, occasionally giving you a mischievous grin after he kitty licked your warm skin in between kisses. And as he kissed his way up, he gradually moved your leg to rest up on his shoulder, softly pecking your skin as his hands worshipped the skin he had just kissed. He hadn't even touched you yet where you so longed for him, but you already couldn't handle it anymore and you threw your head back, gasping for air as you felt his lips smile against your skin.

'Oh, fuck. Sihtric,' you moaned, without any control, and you brushed one hand through his soft hair, 'you're such a good boy, baby,' you smiled and looked back down at him.

Sihtric didn't fully understand everything you said, as some words were new to him, but he knew he was being praised, and that was all he wanted. While you tried to catch your breath you realised Sihtric was still looking up at you, and you figured you probably needed to tell him what to do next.

You moved your hand slowly down his face, and he quickly pecked a few kisses on your palm before you held his chin between your thumb and pointer finger, making him look fully up at you.

'You wish to please me?' you smiled, kind of enjoying this role.

'Yes, lady.'

Oh, god, he still called you 'lady'. You took a deep breath and tried to keep yourself together before you spoke again.

'Will you be a good boy and use your tongue for me?'

'Yes, lady,' he sighed, eagerly, hungry, almost desperately.

You smiled at him as you lifted the entire skirt of your dress up to your hips, revealing that this whole night, you hadn't been wearing any underwear. And Sihtric sighed heavily when he found out. And if he had known before, in the alehouse, he would've found a way to please you, secretly, while surrounded by people. 

You slowly parted your legs, leaning back fully against the counter while your one leg rested upon Sihtric's shoulder, as his rough fingertips trailed softly up and down your other leg. He looked at you, with hunger in his eyes, but patiently awaiting your words. You chuckled softly at his disciplined behaviour, you had no idea you would enjoy it this much.

'I think you know what to do, baby boy,' you smiled. 

And good lord, did he know what to do. Surely, the whores had taken his silver, but they probably taught him a thing or two as well. He licked your sweet spot as if it was the most delicious meal he ever had. 

'Fuck,' you smiled as you heard him moan, 'you feel so good, baby. Oh my god,' you sighed as you laughed, 'so fucking good.'

And it barely took a minute before you bucked your hips as you pushed his face down onto you, both your hands in his hair, pulling his soft short locks as you cried out his name. He knew not to overstimulate you, so he sat back, wiping his lips with the back of his hand after he had spat onto the floor, all while your eyes stayed locked. And then he gave you his cheeky half smile again as he caught his breath. You had never seen a man do it like that before, and it drove you wild. 

You lowered your dress, almost satisfied, and you tried to collect your thoughts on what to do next. You ordered Sihtric over to your bed, where he sat down and pulled you onto his lap after you had taken off your dress.

'Tell me what you like,' you said as you enjoyed his lips on your neck and shoulders.

'I only wish to please you, my goddess,' Sihtric whined as you felt his wet kisses on your neck.

'No, baby,' you chuckled and cupped his cheeks, looking into his love intoxicated eyes, 'I want to know what you like,' you nuzzled his nose softly and pressed your lips against his, realising that this is the first time you finally kissed. And it seems Sihtric realised it at the same time, as he lost his self control and grabbed your face, deepening the kiss as much as he could, and you loved every second of it.

'You,' Sihtric eventually moaned, answering your question, 'I like you,' he kissed you again, quickly becoming sloppy as he couldn't get enough, 'I like you, baby.' That term of endearment was still foreign to him, but you understood he was eager to learn and you loved the way he wanted to keep up with you and your language.

'Call me baby girl,' you sighed against his lips. You saw no harm in throwing in your own favourite term of endearment.

'Okay,' Sihtric smiled, out of breath, 'baby,' he sighed, 'baby girl,' he nearly moaned his words and eagerly kissed you again.

You figured Sihtric was used to being a pleaser, and you weren't complaining, but you wanted to be sure that he enjoyed it as much as you did. But it seemed he wasn't going to tell you what he personally liked.

'Sihtric,' you said softly, pecking his lips and cheeks, 'take off your clothes, baby, I will be right back, okay?'

'Y-You're leaving?' he suddenly asked bewildered.

'No, silly,' you chuckled and kissed him deeply, 'I just need to get something, I promise I will be back before you know it,' you got up as you held his face, 'I promise, so you better hurry with your clothes,' you smiled and kissed him once more before you quickly hopped to the bathroom. 

Well, it wasn't really a bathroom, but it was more or less meant to be one you figured. It's also where you had thrown those fishnet stockings the last time you wore them, which you knew Sihtric had really liked. You found them and quickly put them on, after which you looked down at yourself and snorted. You did look a bit like a whore now, you guessed, as you had nothing on, except for the fishnets. You had never done that before, but then no one ever had pleased you like that before either.

You walked back over to Sihtric, who was just covering himself with the furs on your bed, and when he looked back up at you he smiled with his jaw slightly dropped, completely smitten and shy even. And you had to admit, you were also impressed with his entire being. Even his scars couldn't make him any less handsome.

'What?' you smiled as you sat back onto his lap again, 'you're not getting shy now, are you?' you giggled as your hands enjoyed the feeling of his muscular chest.

'No,' Sihtric blushed lightly as he looked you up and down, simply not understanding what he had done to deserve you.

'Then tell me what you like. What do you want?'

'You.' 

'Where?'

Sihtric thought for a short moment, almost struggling to be the one in charge now, so you gave him time to adjust as you softly kissed his cheek, his jaw and then his neck.

'On the table,' he sighed, before picking you up and carrying you over to your table, where he sat you down and gave you his love-struck smile again as his hands trailed up your legs.

'And now?' you smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck, seeing he was loosening up a little.

'N-now?' Sihtric asked, trying to stay collected as you kissed his neck again. 

Then you kissed his collarbone and your lips pecked at his warm skin, softly down to his chest, making him groan as you did. Sihtric wasn't used to this, but he wasn't complaining, he just didn't know what was happening to him.

'Now,' you said again as you brought your lips back to his, 'tell me how you want me now.'

'I-,' Sihtric's head was spinning, trying to understand that whatever was to happen next, was entirely up to him. 

'On... on your back,' he said.

'Like this?' you smiled cheekily as you laid your back down onto the table.

'Y-yeah,' his husky voice faltered, 'like that, b-baby girl.' He almost made you blackout for a moment, and you were happy your back was already on the table.

'And now?' you teased again, to which he took your legs and threw them over his shoulders, making you squeal lightly with surprise and anticipation.

And it didn't take long before you finally felt him inside you, making you lose your mind again as he kissed your legs while thrusting gently into you, hitting all the right spots.

'Oh, shit,' you moaned with a chuckle, 'you like this?' you asked and crossed your ankles behind his neck, locking him in.

'Yeah,' Sihtric breathed heavily, 'I- I like this baby girl.'

'I bet you do, big boy,' you teased, causing his pace to become rough and sloppy for a moment, which made you both laugh.

And it was at that exact moment that it happened. When you heard his laugh while you felt him inside you, and the way he looked at you with that smile before he leaned in to give you a kiss. You just knew it had happened; you'd fallen completely and utterly in love with him.

[starspangledspanks]

Serendipity

(Hey guys, I decided to take a break from my neighbors series cause I got annoyed with how it was turning out. This is a similar story but in a different way. REVIEW! Obviously none of the characters are mine besides… well mine. And the music is not mine)

It all started with a more than obnoxious day at school. I was a third year at Juilliard studying dance. My final coming up I was taking extra one on one classes to have my best shot at a work credit on Broadway for my final year, but my teacher was less than easy going.

"No, no, NO! I said turn on 7 not flail like a chicken!" she screeched from her spot in the practice room. At that point I was huffing and puffing for dear life. The blisters in my dance shoes surely bleeding.

"I'm sorry. I am dancing on hour 9 and I am exhausted." I said hands on my knees and inhaling as much air as possible.

"Miss Quinn I could care less quite frankly. You will face much longer days if you; by the grace of god, get accepted for the Broadway program. Go home. Eat a meal. Be ready for a much harder day tomorrow." the teacher snapped.

"Yes ma'am." I said gratefully as I headed to the mirror to grab my bag and slides. I was exhausted. All week had full classes followed by one on ones. Most days dancing for 10 plus hours. I was excited to get home and eat something before falling desperately into bed. Only one problem. I had zero food at my apartment. I groaned inwardly as I pulled my shoes on before leaving school and making way to the Whole Foods a couple blocks away. Thankfully it was on the way home. A regular place I'd go to on the way too and from class.

The store was quieter than normal for a Thursday night in NYC. Though it was close to 9pm. I made my way through the aisles finding what I needed for a quick dinner. I'd do a full shop this weekend. I was far too tired for a whole ordeal.

Making my way to the granola aisle for tomorrow's breakfast, I noticed a tall man was the only other patron in the row. I grabbed what I needed further away and made way down to weave to the next aisle. Walking by I noticed how hopelessly confused he looked in the large selection of cereals and granolas. Not one to usually stick my nose into other peoples business I opted to walk by and keep going. I grabbed the rest of my groceries before heading my way to the front. Walking by the aisle again and seeing the man was still in the same spot I had left him.

"Please don't be weird," I whispered to myself before walking back down the aisle to the man.

"Do you need some help?" I offered politely. His head snapped to me and I was met with crystal blue eyes. He was wildly handsome. His hair perfectly done and his aftershave wafted towards me with his movement. His eyes flickering back and forth on my face before he spoke made my breath hitch.

"Is it that obvious," he said with a disappointed look.

"No but I walked by you ten minutes ago and I couldn't help but notice you were still here," I chuckled.

"There's just so many options. Am I supposed to know what gluten is?"

"Are you gluten free?" I asked, confused how anyone living in NYC wouldn't know what gluten was. Maybe he was visiting.

"I-I don't know I guess," he said holding the box of Magic Spoon, reading the back.

"Well if you've never had a problem before I'd say you're probably ok to eat it. Most people know right away if they have an allergy. This brand isn't the best." I snickered remembering trying the gluten free trend and how unappetizing it was. No offense everyone.

"What do you suggest?"

"Well I honestly prefer eating granola as a cereal. These have so much sugar in them,"I said, gesturing to the rest of the aisle. "Here, try this." I said, handing him my granola of choice. His fingers just barely brushing mine as he grabbed the bag.

"Thank you Miss-" he extended his hand to me for a shake.

"Quinn. Campbell Quinn," I said, taking the hand. It was large and firm. He was large in general.

"Steve Rogers," he said with a smile. Ah, now it made sense. My grandfather had told me the stories of the super soldier before he had passed away. Now the news updated us on the group of heroes that had graced us back in 2012 when the world went to shit. I had seen the updates here and there but world events weren't something I spent an absorbent amount of time on. Too negative.

"Now your gluten knowledge makes sense," I said. "Usually most people here avoid the stuff like the plague."

"I'm trying to expand my culinary knowledge lately, there's so many new rules." he quipped.

"I stick to good foods that make sense. Low sugar, high protein. That kinda stuff. Food doesn't need to be over complicated." I shrugged. "I'm sure you didn't have these many options back then."

"No, we canned everything." He laughed and I did too at that.

"Well Steve, it was very nice to meet you." I said turning to leave.

"Wait-" he said. "Uh, can I at least help you with your groceries. As a thank you for helping me?" he asked, rubbing the back of his neck.

"You know normally I would say no to a stranger following me home but I have had a very long day and the idea of carrying all this home is quite exhausting. Plus, I don't think Captain America would try anything shifty," I joked, squinting my eyes at him.

"No ma'am," he said following me as I made my way to the front of the store to pay. We both loaded our groceries onto the belt and paid before he scooped up both our sets of bags. Two in each arm, and followed me out to the street. The night air was cool but not cold. I wrapped my sweater a little tighter as we started the six blocks to my apartment.

"So what do you do?" he asked, carrying the bags with ease.

"I'm a dancer at Juilliard. Third year but I am practicing to hopefully get a work grant to study my last year on Broadway."

"Impressive. Any specific sort of dance?"

"I dabble in everything but my passion really is choreography. I love making stuff up as I go. Just feeling the music and having fun. I'd love to choreograph shows eventually but you have to play the game before you make the game," I explained.

"Climb the ladder so to speak?" he asked.

"Exactly. I sing too. Maybe you'll see me in the next Wicked." I joked.

"Wicked?" he asked.

"Uh, ok, you know the Wizard of Oz right?"

"Yes I do actually"

"So it's a prequel to that basically. The story of the wicked witch and how she came to be."I answered.

"I'll have to add that to the list," he said.

After chatting about The Wizard of Oz for a moment we were at my apartment. He seemed relieved to have had a conversation about something he was familiar with.

"This is me." I said pointing to my building. It was one of the fancier buildings on the street. One my father and I had settled on. I wanted to be closer to school, he wanted me in a high security high rise, so we compromised.

"No way, I live a couple buildings down," he said pointing to the brick facade just two down.

"What a coincidence." I said, smiling at him.

"Bring these in for you?" he said lifting the bags higher in his arms to gesture.

"Sure why not," I shrugged. "I have something for you anyway." I said, leading him inside. The door man opened up the door for us to the cold lobby. The building was so sterile and new.

"Hi Edgar," I said to the security guard as he led us to the elevator to let us in.

"Evening Miss Quinn, Sir." he smiled at me. I had never had a friend over. I knew what he was thinking. The elevator was quick as we made it to my floor.

"You have this whole floor to yourself?" Steve asked as we got off the lift.

"Yes. My father insisted I be alone." I answered, punching in the key code and letting him in.

"Fancy." he said coming inside. My apartment was very updated and new. I preferred a much warmer environment, older, but it was fine until I graduated and could get something else. Father and I had agreed I could pick a new building after graduation. He set the groceries down on the counter just when I heard the familiar jangle of a collar coming at us. The large dog threw Steve for a shock. The Golden Retriever eagerly greeted the tall man he had never seen, by wagging excitedly and throwing himself against his legs.

"Sorry I forgot to mention I had a dog. He's harmless. This is Gunner." I said tapping my leg to get the dog to come to me. He seemed far too interested in the Captain than saying hi to me.

"No worries, Hi Gunner." he said, kneeling down to pet the pooch.

"Wait right here, I'll be right back. Make yourself at home." I said turning on the rest of the lights and making my way to my living room. I quickly located the bookshelf. Rows and rows of books lined the case but I searched for one specifically. Narrowing down the book I grabbed the old cover and turned it over to double check it was the right one. First edition: Wicked. I went back to the kitchen to find Steve now giving Gunner probably the best belly scratch he'd ever received.

"He really likes you," I smiled.

"I miss having a dog. Brings back memories."

"You're welcome to take him for a walk whenever. He'd probably love the company. I've been gone so much he only sees me at night lately. Poor thing knows the dog walker more than me. He's a great running partner." I said.

"Really? I'd actually love that."

"Of course. I'll leave your name on the guest list with the key code."

"That's very nice of you." he said.

"Well normally that would be an odd suggestion but again, considering your Captain America I'd say you're probably not gonna rob me.' I laughed. "Here this is for you." I said extending the book to him.

"Thank you." he said, grabbing the book and giving it a good look.

"It's the first edition. Signed. Take good care of her or you'll be at the mercy of my father." I laughed.

"I wouldn't dream of ruining it." He smiled.

"Just leave it on the counter when you're done whenever you come to see Gunner." I said reaching into my junk drawer for a pen and paper. I wrote down my number on the slip and handed it to him as well.

"Here. If you ever need a question answered about the future, or just need a friend." I smiled.

"You've really been too kind. I appreciate all of this." he said.

"No problem. I know how hard it can be to navigate New York on a good day, never mind after it's been rearranged for 70 years. Plus; my mother always taught me to treat others how you'd want to be treated. I'm here anytime." I said, smiling brightly. It was true. I would've done it for anyone, not just Steve Rogers.

"Well I guess she did a good job. See you around?" he said, making his way back to the front door.

"See you round Steve." I said as he left with a smile.

[nyewclear]

I got curious wondering if there was a "bad ending" to cc so i did the unthinkable & was mean to Artemis (i know, how dare I hurt the bby)

ofc no bad endign but it was still nice to play through it again & see what happens if you be mean :]

you're right in thinking that there is no bad ending :-) i don't really think there are too many "mean" choices aside from the deliberate rudeness when you first meet them... and i suppose rejecting their requests for physical intimacy could be considered mean, but i gave options for those for a reason. cryptid coffeehouse was specifically written so that regardless of how you played, nothing would change. i've played a lot of dating simulators in my time, and i've discovered that a really common trend in play experiences is the worry you're going to say things that the romantic interest doesn't like. this is gonna be a longer answer so strap in!

i find that there's something very fascinating about the psychological impulses players have when playing dating simulators. often times, games are created to make you feel like you have to "win." there are bad endings and good endings, and if you get a bad ending, you feel like you "lose." this feeling can be really devastating, especially if you've logged a bunch of hours in whatever you're playing. you feel like you need to cater to what you think the romantic interest will like, and you find yourself thinking, "i wouldn't say this in real life, but i know they'll like it if i say this instead, so i'll pick that." you pick choices you generally wouldn't if you were playing as yourself because you don't want to "lose" and be met with the disappointing feeling of not getting a successful ending.

another thing to consider on this front is the nature of dating simulators as a whole. the whole concept of romance is a really vulnerable and personal one, and by bringing yourself into a play experience that simulates it, you're allowing yourself to be vulnerable and personal with the game you're playing. there's this idea that circulates around the web that fiction doesn't affect reality but it does. the fiction we consume on a regular basis not only makes us feel a specific way in the moment, but it changes the way we see the world around us. dating simulators show us what romance and relationships with others can be. they can inspire us to think deeper about the relationships with those close to us, about the world we live in, about ourselves and our desires as people.

on that note, i really wanted to build a game that allowed players to forgo the stress of trying to become someone they're not for the love interest. instead of needing to cater to the wants and needs of the love interest (showing that the game is about the character rather than the one playing), i wanted to make a game where players could navigate the world as their real selves and have the characters respond to that. none of the characters will ever get mad at you or weird about saying no to them or electing to not do something or whatever. artemis is a character that loves the player in all their forms. i thought that was a really important thing to show. i wanted players to be able to be themselves and realize that, yeah, they could be who they truly are and still have people in this world that love them so dearly. because really, at the end of the day, cryptid coffeehouse isn't about artemis or odina or kurou or anyone else. it's a game about you and the joy you find in the ones you love! i hope that feeling translates over into players' real lives and shows them that they don't have to change for anyone, that they can be themselves and have all the things they deserve. i didn't want to make a game about "winning" a relationship with artemis at the end. i wanted to make a game about how they were always meant to be there to love you, no matter what kind of person you are.

[superloves4]

I detested every minute of drawing that horse, I will do it again!

Anyway, I hoped I would get this out before the end of the year, alas it became the first artwork of the year instead. It's the comic I mentioned in my wips notes, and yeah, I know it doesn't make much sense for Fëanor to not recognize Miriel but I needed it for the plot, okay 😭​

Plot explanation + Nerdanel bonus under the cut:

Very well, I had this idea stuck in my head for a while due to my dissatisfaction with many post reembodiment fëanorian fic (don't get me wrong, I enjoy the heck out of those fics, they just happen to not fully scratch the itch) and how it's either the fëanorian basically throwing themselves to the ground to apologize to those they hurt, something I don't really see happening, apologizing requires a lot of vulnerability, it's something very raw that I just can't see the fëanorians being able to do right off the halls (and I'm not giving the Valar any credit *harunf*) or, it goes the opposite direction, and none of the fëanorians apologize at all and it's just accepted with at most some control from the Valar, I just can't accept this while also assume they just went back to their regular places in Tirion no problem besides some people being mildly mad at them.

So this was my concoction, the first two stories wouldn't be about Fëanor at all actually, it would be an Aretyel and a Curufinrod stories running concurrently:

The first one is about Aredhel not initially wanting to ever see Celegorm after he used her as a motivation to hurt Luthien, but after Maeglin reembodiement she thinks that if she can take her son back maybe she should give her former friend a chance.

The second is initially basically Curufinrod through the ages as Finrod decides to talk to Curufin despite his better reason saying otherwise, Curufin is at first very scathing and refuses any talk at all but after a difficult conversation with Ëarwen (which is mostly her calling him a bitch) Curufin decides to reevaluate his past with Finrod, eventually reaching Celebrimbor (who is a curufinrodion in this) and their complicated relationship

And then finally, the Fëanor one, it begins some time after the others already began but runs with them as well, the beginning is basically this comic, Fëanor arrives and finds no one besides the woman he doesn't know is Miriel and accepts staying with her rather than trying to talk with his brothers, the truth is that Vairë sent the wrong hour to Arafinwë so that Miriel would get time with her son (Miriel doesn't know this, she also thinks they just left Fëanor alone) (Vairë also thought that at most she would mildly inconvenience a perfectly well paid envoy that at most would get a disappointed look from the king, never imagining that Nerdanel would show up as well)

(Considering having shorted parts for Maglor, who already had his therapy sessions in Rivendell, meeting Maedhros and Elwing again, and another for Caranthir finding out that he and Haleth had a child, Erestor, and not knowing how to go about it)

Bonus: