#they love their gifts but their timing is uncanny lol

[moozgo]

My secret santa gift for @tnbscans!! Happy Holidays! :)

[k0libra]

Welcome Captain Anderson and First Officer Connor!

About a week and a half ago I came up with dbh civil aviation au, as I absolutely love jetliners. So I decided to combine both of my interests! :D

More details about the setting are under the cut!

In the 2020s, a new aerospace corporation emerged - “Cyberair”. Originally starting from light jet construction, but later in the 30s they introduced narrow-body aircraft to the production line, as the result of rapid growth and market expansion. However, throughout the years their idea remained the same: “Reliable and comprehensive automation”. Cyberair jets are everything, beyond what a modern aircraft can offer, and is capable of. Truly a creation of the 21st century.

The latest Cyberair venture – state of the art autopilot. Identical to humans in its appearance, yet so different in behaviour. It’s efficient, reliable and doesn’t make mistakes (almost. At least human ones). But to tell the truth, this development is expected – ever since the late 20s Cyberair started to slowly announce machine cabin crew, even gifting a unique RK200 air traffic controller model to the Detroit Metropolitan Airport.

Delta Air Lines received their own one-of-a-kind autopilot, a RK800 (FAA approved!) model. How? Well, something about the Cyberair CEO liking their service. After a few papers signed and a few hands shaken, Connor embarks on his first real flight as a First Officer.

No plane flies without a captain though, so Connor has company. And a superior. Even if machines are better than people in piloting the plane in almost every way, human ego and fear, maybe, can’t let them be in absolute control. “Uncanny valley” or something.

Captain Anderson is a highly experienced senior pilot at Delta. Most of his career he has been flying Airbus aircraft, piloting A350-900 in the later years. Although because of Connor working with him now he has to pilot Cyberair regional or light jets from time to time. Oh, those signed papers be damned… He misses his dear A350.

Their relationship had a rough start, with the captain calling Connor “an attempt of capitalism at stealing my job”. But Hank couldn’t help but warm up to the FO the more flight hours passed. There was something so… alive about him? No, in aviation you only trust your instrument panel, and here all of the facts loudly state that Connor is simply a RK800. This is definitely some Eliza effect shit.

Why is he so interested in the A380 then? Doesn’t he have all of the aeroplane data neatly stored in his head? What surprises Hank more is something akin to confusion on Connor’s face every time he gets overly excited about the giant of the skies. Maybe he’s surprised by his new-found interest, too. At least there’s something Hank can tell him about from the old days (ah, proud A380 pilot) during long transatlantic flights.

Fucking Eliza effect bullshit.

P.S. if you want to leave an ask about this au, please do! I get asks so rarely so I’m excited hahah. But you can ask literally anything else, too lol

[planetsxmore]

SHORT MESSAGES FROM YOUR FUTURE LOVER

one two three

four five six

lowkey inspired to make this as i saw a few other blogs - this a short pac that'll consist of complete/incomplete sentences channeled by your future lover/spouse/soulmate- choose your pile carefully! - you can choose more than one pile if you'd like - used intuition and rw tarot deck for this reading - this is a general reading and may or may not resonate for you all - stay positive,and hydrated loves <33

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ꕤ PILE 1

you're the sunshine to my darkness

are you okay? because i'm not

stop doubting yourself,you're amazing and complete! i love you for how you are -

i can't wait to have you in my arms but i know that's not possible - even after we meet because it'll take us time to realize how much we love each other

the color blue is our color..

it takes time to heal wounds and broken hearts

you're the best thing that ever happened to me

i'm insecure and i'm afraid you'll run away from the scars i have...

let us dance all night,talk all night - love all night...

i love your smile,it's adorable

ꕤ PILE 2

stop it,you're tickling me...

we're literally more than friends,more than best friends even....

it's uncanny the way we both understand each other. words aren't even needed to express what we want to communicate with each other

we're weird,and we know it- and frankly speaking we don't don't care *wink*

our love is more like an understanding - it's pure,less of the lust and more of the emotional love - we laugh with each other,cry with each other and do absolutely everything together - if we haven't met,i know it's unbelievable for you but you'll believe me once we meet, darling.

you hate my pet,why tho?

our dates are the best - they're soo secretive yet soo quirky lol

you hate it when i snort/snore/slurp - but i can't help it love xD

i gave you my everything yet you didn't think of it alot. why does it feel unrequited at times?

our taste is very similar..in almost alot of things

ꕤ PILE 3

i really love the way your body looks or may look,keeps me guessing...

you're a little too sensitive,can you be a little open? i mean c'mon life's about fun - don't waste yourself overthinking most of the time

whenever i listen to love songs,it reminds me of you..

you're jealous of my exes,but what am i suppose to do if i'm soo hot --

i feel as though so much,so much could be better between the two of us. i'm a little impatient in everything and i can't change that,love - i've tried, trust me

idk why you're soo shy,i'm all in for you -

i hope you understand that i'm not the one to believe in "happy ever after-s" - it's life,babe - we gotta understand it's not a storybook

i love it how you listen to me,it makes me feel as you're the one for me for life - but again,i don't believe in story tales - kinda love. i love it fast - and quick -

clinginess is not anything i love neither co dependency

i love it when my gifts make you happy - the twinkle in your eyes are everything!

[ loves,i don't know how you feel about this pile - but for some of you, i feel you're attracting a very toxic lover/fs - if that's the case,and you don't feel good about this pile- please don't worry since this is the future you're attracting at the moment - change your energy and be a little more positive to attract a better future and partner / you don't need to end up with such an individual if you don't want to - however,if you're fine with this,then no prob! ]

ꕤ PILE 4

close your eyes and imagine - i know you'll feel me around you...

i love how we do homely activities together (cooking/cleaning/working etc.)

you and i are equals. - equals for life

we argue like little kids and make out at the very next moment..

you're my jellybean and i'm your savior.

you always end up in trouble and i always end up fixing it all for you,but i'm with you don't worry

i'll find you but you need to be strong till then! don't let your feelings out for just anyone please

you like my car and i like your lips ...*winks*

it's soo funny how you'll hide your feelings for me and it'll be obvious at the same time..i'll do the same thing.. honestly it'll be a circus and we'll be like two clowns until we confess

please bear with me when i close off. i have past baggages that make me feel isolated at times and opening up can be difficult. just stay with me,i promise i'll open up for you,love.

ꕤ PILE 5

you're literally my drug - i don't know if it's toxic or not,but all i know is that i feel strongly for you ... strongly.

you love my hugs,i know you do .

i know i'm usually very busy and taking out time can be difficult - but i'll manage i promise,just don't go away with anyone else.

you're my favorite - my utmost favorite

maybe sometimes you'll feel as though i'm selfish - wanting all of your body,time and love for myself while i give you less -- but what can i do,love? it's just the way i am. i crave you... can't see you with anyone,even your work bothers me at times when you ignore me because if it - i'm sorry,i'll try to work in these habits...but habits are difficult to change y'know?

i'm possessive,yes i am. i don't want any third party between us - any !

you love our long drives and dinner dates , and i love them with you too !

i love you. i love you right? it's not infatuation,it's not obsession !

i love it when you smile for me, because of me - i love to be your source of happiness!

just be mine, please. when you crush on anyone apart from me,i feel -- i just don't feel good,even if it's a celeb.

[ loves,i don't know how you feel about this pile - but for some of you, i feel you're attracting a very possessive lover/fs - if that's the case,and you don't feel good about this pile- please don't worry since this is the future you're attracting at the moment - change your energy and be a little more positive to attract a better future and partner / you don't need to end up with such an individual if you don't want to - however,if you're fine with the possessiveness,then no prob! ]

ꕤ PILE 6

we're soulmates,yes we are.

do you know how much i had to think over before approaching you? why are you always soo - soo intimidating y'know lol

we're opposite poles of magnets. two parts of a heart - we fit perfectly.

listening to music together soothes me..

i can be a little workaholic but trust me sweetheart, whenever i get time - i rush to you,for you. i just want to build the most stable future for us. I see you in my future..

i'm a little inexperienced in relationships - they never excited me until you came in the picture..

i do whatever i can for you, but if something still bothers you - please,tell me. i don't mind you telling me what i can do better.

love me forever.

i'm all yours,love. the good and the bad. just like the raw ..

i'm scared that our families won't accept us but, no matter what,i'm with you. we'll work through this - you just work on yourself right now, don't stress out. we'll be with each other,as soon as the universe thinks it's time

[sokosmic]

Tarot Messages:

Your Future Spouse 🌿

Take a moment to focus on the 3 images above. As you look at each image, focus on the details and pay attention to what type of feelings/thoughts that come up. Tune into the one that draws you in the most. That image holds a message about your future spouse. Read more below...

IMAGE 1

If you chose Image #1, I see a spouse that is very spontaneous and youthful. They are creative and maybe artsy, but they will be someone who enjoys having fun and taking risks. This person could be somewhat careless or could act immature at times, but it's because they are a kid at heart. They may be younger than you. They also love children and want to have kids of their own. They may already have children or will embrace your children if you have any.

The type of career or work this person may be or become involved in could include bartending, party planning, reiki healing, or counseling.

This person may enjoy drinking. Quite a bit actually, but not to the point of addiction. They may come from a large family or have several siblings or childhood friends they love to hang out and party with.

Despite being outgoing and loving to socialize, this person is also very intelligent and honest. You won't have to second guess what they are thinking or feeling. They will tell you. They will take you on adventures and make sure you are happy by planning thoughtful date nights. This person has a very sweet and innocent nature about. Expect sentimental gifts and gestures.

Your future spouse may be one of the following signs, or have the sign(s) prominent in their birth chart:

Aries - Leo - Pisces - Cancer - Scorpio - Gemini - Libra - Aquarius

IMAGE 2

If you chose Image #2, your spouse is very chill and calming. They aren't the type to over do things because they prefer to make sure their energy is balanced. This person takes their time with things, which may include how they move forward the relationship with you. But rest assured they will move it forward. They are thoughtful and will send you sweet, romantic messages that express how they feel. This person enjoys music and may like sharing music with you. This will be an expression of their love language.

For work, they could be a barber, butcher, wood carver, judge, or writer. Whatever they do to make money, it likely has something to do with things that require patience, gathering facts, or simply takes time to get the final outcome or product.

At times, you will need to exhibit patience with this person. They are someone who may have internal conflicts that get projected onto others, and may be argumentative. This person may even subconsciously start fights just to have make up sex lol! But overall, this is a thoughtful, charming, sweet, intelligent, and truthful individual.

They are (or have been) actively looking toward the future with/for you. You may find them living afar, or they may be a different ethnicity or from a different culture than you. It could start off as a long distance relationship.

Your future spouse may be one of the following signs, or have the sign(s) prominent in their birth chart:

Sagittarius - Cancer - Pisces - Leo - Aries

IMAGE 3

If you chose Image #3, I see a very strong-willed, intuitive, and emotionally intelligent individual. This person knows what they want and goes full speed ahead to get it. They are quite wise and in tune with Spirit. This person is very, very sensitive, and may fall back without communication if they feel slighted by you. They don't like to be rejected, because again, they know what they want and they will expect their feelings to be reciprocated. They are very caring and will have an uncanny ability to read your mind (and other's too)!

As a career, this person could work with troubled children, as an illustrator or writer of children's books, author healing journals, be an influencer within the spiritual community, or help people heal their inner child wounds.

This individual doesn't like to sit still. They are always on the go. You may have to encourage them to take time to sit down and rest. If not, they could suffer from bad health. Especially in the emotional department. Although they will be very emotionally mature, when they do not make rest/sleep a priority, they can become very moody and cranky.

This person will love you deeply. It will be the type of love that you feel without words. There will be lots of mushy looks, gestures, and I love yous between the two of you.

Your future spouse may be one of the following signs, or have the sign(s) prominent in their birth chart:

CANCER - Pisces - Aries - Libra

[intern-seraph]

as he falls from the sky

You manage to hold on to consciousness despite the powerful magic coaxing you into sleep. Malleus resolves to tire you out, himself.

(originally posted on ao3)

this one was written after malleus' actual ob happened in book 7 lol; title from That Unwanted Animal by The Amazing Devil

ik that u should be asleep in this scenario but just like. assume porn logic or whatever ok??? mayb being completely non-magical makes u resistant to mal's sleep spell or sth idk!!!

PLEASE heed the warnings!

CWs: mutually dubious consent, overblot smut, angst+smut, bondage, inappropriate use of vines, fem!reader, mild blood, non-human genitalia, malleus draconia has 2 penises, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, possessive behavior, crying, biting

“Malleus…” You struggle to speak, eyelids drifting open and closed. “You’re…” Your mouth tastes bitter and metallic. It’s taking everything in you to fight against the magical sleep, and your digits are starting to feel tingly and numb. The effort makes your head pound. A tiny cry of pain escapes you. In a heartbeat, Malleus scoops you up into his arms.

“Oh, my darling, don’t fight it. You’ll only hurt yourself.” He hushes you, his voice soft and tender despite the ink oozing from his eyes and mouth. One hand rises to cup your cheek and wipe away your tears. He leaves behind a chilly smear of ink. “Your resilience is admirable… but it is time to accept my gift.”

You sob, your fingers curling weakly into his cape. “N-no. You’ll… you’ll get hurt…”

He sighs and shakes his head as if chastising an obstinate child. With long, graceful strides, he moves through the thorny vines and sleeping bodies littering the path to the throne. Malleus cradles you in his lap, humming to himself as he settles in. The tune is uncanny — some part of you recognizes it, but it’s far enough removed from that familiarity to make your stomach turn. “Nothing here can hurt me,” he says abruptly. “You have nothing to fear.”

“You,” is all you manage to say. His electric green eyes widen before lidding heavily as he laughs.

“No, not even myself. I am entirely in control.”

You squirm in his arms. “No!” Another sob. "Listen to me!"

"Shh… it's alright, it's alright. Just close your eyes for me."

"Malleus!"

He seems genuinely harrowed by your scream. You see his jaw tense. "So you refuse to sleep. Then I will tire you out, myself." The oppressive aura surrounding him grows heavier. Around you, more thorny vines slither up the sides of the throne. They begin to curl around your body, gently tugging your arms behind your back and winding around your thighs. The thorns don’t pierce your skin, only plucking tauntingly as you keep squirming. “Be still.”

A gentle hand comes up to cup your cheek. Despite yourself, you lean your head into his palm. The warped affection in his eyes makes your chest hurt, and you sniffle weakly. He leans forward, pressing his forehead against yours. You can feel the imprint of his scales, cool and smooth against your clammy skin. With a dreamy sigh, he leans in and kisses you. His pace is slow, languid, sensual. Deep in your chest, you moan. Soon, you’re returning the kiss. Your arms strain against the vines, aching to touch him.

“There we go, that’s my good girl,” Malleus coos. A shudder rolls down your spine, and you throw your head back as he kisses along your jaw all the way down your neck. His lashes flutter against your skin. Then, hand steadying himself on your thigh, his mouth drags open so he may take your throat in his fangs. Your breath stills. When he bites down, it’s with that same agonizing slowness. Pain takes you. You spasm, screaming, but the vines hold you fast and his teeth only immobilize you further.

After a long few minutes, he releases your throat to lick plaintively at the bleeding puncture wounds left behind. You can’t stop shivering. You make a tiny, broken noise.

“I must apologize, my love. I didn’t want to hurt you, but…” His voice deepens to a growl, and the madness in his glowing eyes sparks to life. “Understand that I am only doing what’s best. My mark will protect you. My gift will preserve you. Accept it. Accept me.” One hand slides down to your waistband. He shoves his fingers under your underwear and runs them through your lower lips. Your hips buck against the vines binding them as you yelp. “Oh, my darling, if you want me this badly, you may have me. And then… then, you will sleep. I’ll be sure to satisfy you completely. You will only have the loveliest dreams. Sssso wet for me… you undersssstand, don't you? Why I musssst keep you? Why you cannot leave me? Precioussss, ssssweet human." His tongue flicks out between his lips, long and serpentine. His hisses fan out over your stinging wounds and the cool air makes you shudder. Beneath your trousers, his fingers prod at your hole and tease you open. He's right: you're dripping wet, shame trickling down your body in little beads of sweat just the same as the pre making your underwear damp and uncomfortable. You grind your teeth against your moans as he begins to fuck you on his fingers. You should be focused on saving him, not —

“Ma… ahn… Malleus!” You throw your head back as you come. You can’t shy away from his persistent thrusts, nor can you roll your hips into his overstimulating touch. It’s painful in a way you can’t help but want more of. You whimper, thrashing in your binds.

“Still not tired out… I see.” His fingers leave you, and you go limp as you catch your breath. Malleus hums in contemplation before he brushes his fingers against your hips. Suddenly, you’re naked. The thorns prick at your newly-bare skin. Groaning, the vines begin to shift you around until you straddle his lap. Beneath you, his cocks brush against your naked thighs — when did he take them out?

“We can’t,” you rasp out. You don’t sound convincing even to yourself. “Y-you’re not all here, and… oh…”

The head of one cock butts up against your hole. He coos at you, the noise soft and birdlike. His knuckles brush the curve of your jaw. “Shhh… let me take care of you, my love.”

You whine. Tears bead along your lashes and drip down your face, smearing through the ink he’d left behind earlier. Gently, he eases you down, continuing to coo and stroke along your jawline. For a moment, as you approach the thickest part of his cock, your breath hitches in your throat. His hips surge up to sheathe himself fully, and you release that breath in a moan. Malleus snarls, smothering the sound as he mashes his lips against yours. One hand seizes your hip while the other settles between your thighs; his long fingers stroke your clit with a jarring gentleness in comparison to the rapid, rhythmless pace he immediately sets. You’re helpless in his grasp. All you can do is squirm and moan and kiss him back as he fucks your hole.

“I love you,” he pants. His claws dig into the meat of your hips as his thrusts become more frantic. “I love you sssso much, don’t you… hah… don’t you undersssstand? I jusssst want to… keep you…” One more thrust; his hips surge up to be flush with yours. You can feel his cocks pulsing as he comes, filling your cunt and splattering on your stomach. His fingers dart down to your clit, and you’re quick to follow him with a whimper. Panting, Malleus looks up at you with glazed eyes. “Forever. You are mine forever.”

The vines surrounding you retreat. You collapse onto Malleus’ lap, thoroughly exhausted. He cradles you in his arms and strokes your sweaty skin. With a snap of his fingers, the filth covering both of you vanishes — you don’t miss how more ink flows from his tear ducts. You reach up with a tremulous hand to wipe at the ink with your thumb but only succeed at smearing it further. “Please,” you whisper. “You need to wake up.”

His smile saddens. He presses his face into the crown of your head, inhaling deeply. In the wake of his fingers’ exploration of your body, a black silk nightgown drapes over you. It’s cool and sleek against your skin, and you shiver and sigh. You feel his lips curve into a gentle smile. “No, my dear. I don’t need to wake up. You need to rest. Aren’t you tired?”

You are.

“Will you accept my gift now, my dear?”

What other choice do you have?

The thorns creep up around the throne. Roses blossom along the curling vines. Malleus reaches out and plucks a blood-red rose, then tucks it behind your ear. It hurts to resist the cloying pull of his magic. The scent of roses grows overwhelming. You let your eyelids droop shut. “Sleep. I will grant you the most wonderful dream.”

[velvetfoxgames]

Following the MBTI stuff, for fun, here are some gathered quotes about knowing if the types are into you.

Alexei INTJ

"Ever the observer, they’ll want to know and engage in your likes and dislikes, dreams and goals, and more. They might even use this to help inform how they interact with you and what they do for and with you, often putting your interests above their own."

"Once they know, they’ll use that information to put a smile on your face. In many cases, their gestures might be small and subtle, but this isn’t something that they’ll do for just anybody."

“Sadly for me, I fit perfectly into the stereotype of INTJs being romantic disasters. The art of subtle flirting is unknown to and lost on me. I generally try finding events we would mutually be interested and asking the other if they wish to go see it. Basically, just asking them to hang out one-on-one, without explicitly asking them out on a date.”

"INTJs aren’t normally very physical. So if they do allow hugs or are otherwise willing to be touchy-feely, it means that they trust you a lot — especially if they’re the ones to initiate the physical contact"

Brooklyn ENTJ

"If an ENTJ has been unusually direct, taking the initiative to engage you in stimulating conversations, you may have just received an unmistakable sign an ENTJ likes you."

"The planning and strategic aspect of giving meaningful gifts and memorable moments are something an ENTJ will relish doing for the people they care deeply for. And while you may not even realize that they knew all the little things that would make you happy or have meaning for you, they would’ve carefully attended to this in the days and weeks beforehand.  

"When we are genuinely interested, our Sensing (Se) function draws us to focus intensely on you, making you the center of our universe."

"Compromise is something that isn’t necessarily often done. Still, when it is, you can be assured that ENTJ values you and your relationship – your happiness being more critical than their routine or goals will manifest in them changing plans, compromising, or finding a different way to make it work. This is a definite sign of their affection for you."

Leo ESFP

"We love to turn our full, sparkly attention on someone we're into!"

"If they are interested in you only as a crush, they can act more freely around you: smiles, giggles and, possibly, superficial conversations. But if they really like you romantically, then they’ll become a little shy." / "We get nervous when we are close to someone we like a lot. We can even become awkward."

"Of course consistency is a very good sign. ESFP are very independent and soon lose interest in someone. It’s easy for them to have a crush, but they fall in love with much more difficulty. Consistency means ESFP likes you a lot in 99% of cases."

"A rule of thumb for us: if you have to ask "does an ESFP like me?" The answer is probably no lol. Se Fi isn't exactly known for its subtlety. How this manifests for me is i will want to spend all my time around a person. I'll invite them places, I'll go places i know they'll be, offer to help them with stuff they're doing, and I'll pay extra attention to them in a group setting."

Milo INTP

"An unexpected warmth, heightened intellectual curiosity towards you, and unusual social efforts. Bear in mind, these cues may be subtle and sporadic."

"INTP pretends they dislike you. This is not so much a visible sign but rather a confounding and self-sabotaging defense mechanism INTP deploys, probably out of fear of rejection."

"We usually keep conversations lighthearted and cordial. However, if we start rambling about the latest conspiracy theory, that crossword clue we’re stumped on, or the documentary that tickled our brains—watch out, you may be in crush (or at least close friend) territory."

"INTPs have an uncanny talent for remembering an entire backlog of information about someone's past or preferences. When INTPs are in their feelings, they'll randomly bring those details up in conversations. Our crush becomes a fun trivia game we’re invested in exploring further."

Rory INFJ

"They might hand you a book, saying, 'I knew you'd love this,' even if you've never expressed your literary preferences to them"

"Have you noticed a fleeting touch, a seemingly awkward gesture emanating from your INFJ companion? Perhaps, a light brush of the hand that seemed unintentional but was, in fact, meticulously premeditated?"

"Something that INFJs are highly fond of doing, is showing someone that they like them by little reminders through music and art. If they create a playlist or share a song with you, they want you to know that they are thinking of you or that a specific song reminds them of you."

"More than anything, they expressed a deep desire to connect emotionally with someone they like. They will be more emotionally open, express more of their deeper longings, and become more vulnerable with you if they like you. If they’re not into you, they will probably keep these things closer to the chest and appear slightly more guarded."

Tobias ESTP

"ESTPs aren’t typically mysterious about wanting to impress you. They’ll lift heavy objects, crack the funniest jokes (winking at you afterwards), and challenge competitors to arm-wrestling matches just to show you their power or wit."

"ESTPs get a major thrill from seeing you laugh. Whether they’re impersonating cartoon characters saying over-the-top sexy lines, pranking someone (think Jim Halpert from The Office) or making silly faces at you during a serious board meeting, they’ll find some way to trigger your funny bone."

"These types are all about amping up the current experience and making it memorable and intense. Sometimes this means taking you on the steepest roller coaster in town or playfully stroking your hair while they whisper something in your ear. "

"ESTPs can grow impatient with the emotional ramblings of people they’re not especially close to. But if they care about you romantically, they WANT to know how you feel. In fact, they will put themselves on the line emotionally and try as hard as possible to express their feelings to you."

[hisui-dreamer]

ode to the ace of hearts

Pairing: Ace Trappola x gn!reader

Synopsis: there were more than enough people who wanted to punch him in the face, but you still adored that stupid grin

Tags: drabble, fluff, slightly poetic hehe, reader is a simp for ace

Word count: 602

Notes: going back to uni has me so drained, but a very belated happy birthday to ace! he's an idiot but he's sometimes my idiot lol

Masterlist

Your lover's laughter is a symphony of joy that resonates deep within your soul. It's infectious, spreading like wildfire and consuming your worries in its blaze. In those moments, you see the mischievous spark in his eyes, the glint of a prankster who revels in turning the mundane into a spectacle of mirth.

Your lover's cleverness is a constant source of amazement. His mind, quick as a lightning strike, finds solutions where others see dead-ends. He thrives in the world of magic, effortlessly crafting spells that seem like child's play to him but leave others in awe. It's a gift he often squanders on frivolous pursuits, yet when he chooses to apply himself, his potential is boundless.

Your lover's playfulness, his uncanny ability to turn even the most mundane moments into adventures, is a reminder that life is meant to be enjoyed. His carefree spirit is a beacon of light in your world, a reminder that life's burdens need not weigh you down. With him, every day is a new chapter in a never-ending story, and you can't help but be captivated by his infectious spirit.

Your lover's brutal honesty is both a blessing and a curse, a double-edged sword that cuts through the facade of politeness to reveal the unvarnished truth. He's fearless when confronting injustice, his courage unwavering as he stands up against the unfair treatment of others. Even though he can be stubborn and headstrong, it's impossible not to admire his unwavering determination. There's a certain comfort in knowing that you can rely on him to speak the truth, no matter how harsh it may be. It's a quality that endears him to you even more.

Your lover, as much as he may love being blunt, is a skilful liar as well. He possesses a remarkable ability to tell lies and cloak his true intentions when it suits his purposes. This skill, a shadowy counterpart to his honesty, is a testament to his quick thinking and adaptability. It's a dance of light and shadow, a reminder that nothing about Ace is as straightforward as it seems, but you're comforted that you always manage to squeeze the truth out of him when need be.

Your lover, as endearing as he may be, often makes you feel a surge of frustration so intense that you can't help but imagine delivering a playful punch to his charming face. He has an uncanny ability to push your buttons with a teasing grin, and his bluntness can sting like a thorn. But, oddly enough, even these exasperating instances only deepen your affection for him. Of course, the puppy eyes he gives you after said punches always make you forget your anger temporarily.

Your lover may appear to be indifferent to the needs of others, prioritizing his own desires above all else, putting up the act that he's not one to go out of his way to help unless it benefits him directly. But as you learned more about him, the walls he's built around his heart begin to crumble, revealing the warmth and loyalty he keeps hidden. Even though he'll never admit it, he becomes the unspoken protector of those he holds dear, always ready to lend a helping hand.

You love every facet of your lover's complex personality. His mischievousness, his cleverness, his brutal honesty, and even his ability to bend the truth when necessary—all of these qualities are part of what makes him the extraordinary person he is. And as you more time together, you're continually amazed by the layers of his character that slowly unfurl, revealing a heart that is as deep and vast as the universe itself.

Your lover, is none other than Ace Trappola.

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Oak King Holly King by Sebastian Nothwell @nothwell

queer romantasy; historical fantasy; adult

Shrike, the Butcher of Blackthorn, is a legendary warrior of the fae realms. When he wins a tournament in the Court of the Silver Wheel, its queen names him her Oak King - a figurehead destined to die in a ritual duel to invoke the change of seasons. Shrike is determined to survive. Even if it means he must put his heart as well as his life into a mere mortal’s hands. Wren Lofthouse, a London clerk, has long ago resigned himself to a life of tedium and given up his fanciful dreams. When a medieval-looking brute arrives at his office to murmur of destiny, he’s inclined to think his old enemies are playing an elaborate prank. Still, he can’t help feeling intrigued by the bizarre-yet-handsome stranger and his fantastical ramblings, whose presence stirs up emotions Wren has tried to lock away in the withered husk of his heart. As Shrike whisks Wren away to a world of Wild Hunts and arcane rites, Wren is freed from the repression of Victorian society. But both the fae and mortal realms prove treacherous to their growing bond. Wren and Shrike must fight side-by-side to see who will claim victory - Oak King or Holly King.

Spirits and Sunflowers by A.D. Armistead @adarmisteadwrites

MM adult contemporary fantasy romance

Devastated by the recent death of his husband, Adrian has been relying upon his necromantic gifts to try and bridge the gap between the living and the dead, feeling more and more like a ghost himself with each failure. After a young girl named Tula with an uncanny ability approaches Adrian on a visit to the cemetery, he begins to hope that the husband he lost may still be within reach. Over time, he falls into an easy friendship with Tula’s father, Lucas Halpern. As Adrian is drawn into the orbit of the handsome, mysterious single father, Adrian begins to emerge from his grief, wondering whether it’s possible to find love again. Together, in a contemporary world laced with magic, Adrian embarks on a journey in recovering from loss, building trust, and finding love and family where they are least expected. Spirits & Sunflowers is the first book in the Maligned Magic series, a group of cozy queer romances set in an alternate version of our world. There, magic is tightly regulated by a distant and inflexible organization. All stories can be read as standalone novels, but benefit from reading the previous books in the series in order.

Hills of Heather and Bone by K.E. Andrews (@/k.e.andrews on IG)

Fantasy, adventure, cozy dark fantasy

Hills of Heather and Bone The bones of the dead hold stories.

On the fringes of Errigal, Morana longs to exchange a life of hiding for a peaceful one with her husband, Percy. While Percy's bloodgift lets him grow plants and heal broken bodies, Morana's a boneweaver, despised and feared because she can hear bones and raise the dead. Morana doesn't want to be seen as a villain from the old stories and instead spends her time gardening, writing the stories of the dead, and fending off a spiteful chicken.

Morana and Percy's lives are shattered when a group of Failinis tasked with capturing boneweavers and rogue bloodgifted find them. On the run and battling the elements, ancient creatures, and the loss of all they called home, Morana and Percy search for any sanctuary left in Errigal. Morana must choose between the call in her blood or the family she holds so close to her heart if she and Percy are to survive.

Please be aware that this book contains some scenes of violence, death, depression, mentions of miscarriage, birthing scenes, suicidal thoughts, suicide, and cannibalism

Keep Me Breathing by U.R. Holm

Soft Sci-Fi/Subterrainean/Adult

Keep Me Breathing

Fubuki has no reason to leave the comfort of her home. No desire to see the cave system outside.

Sakura has no desire to stay put. Even as a single mom, she brings her son with her on her travels. But when her son goes missing, Fubuki joins her across the cave system to find him.

The pair is joined by Alexandr, the alternative drummer, and Casey, the fraud who insists he wants to help.

In the search for the boy they all have to face their own personal struggles and insecurities. And while they travel to find the boy, the boy is fighting his own battles against his captors and in a world between adults and children.

While Keep Me Breathing is a novel with fantastical elements, it's even more a novel about friendship, love and familiar bonds.

[savebatsartedition]

Whumptober 2024 Day 26:

Summary:

Davy feels guilty for not getting them a gig. Prompt: NIGHTMARES | Breakfast Table | “I'm haunted by the lies that I have loved, the actions I have hated.”

Notes:

Yeah. I not-so-suddenly had an interesting Davy headcannon for how he gets the Monkees some of their gigs. (Tbh, this doesn’t feel all that out of the realm of cannon for this show, and I dunno how to feel about that lol.) This is about the TV characters only, which is probably pretty obvious from the plot and context but still, thought I should mention that. XD Content Warnings: All but directly stated (except for here, where it is) sexual and romantic contact in exchange for favors/jobs (and hesitancy about it), struggling to make ends meet when it comes to food and jobs, difficulties with eating, misplaced guilt, lies, almost crying Words: 2,844

(Fic also under the cut.)

This whole thing was an absolute nightmare.

Davy was sitting at their pathetic excuse of a breakfast table, but he couldn’t bring himself to eat. (Not that he and the guys had much food anyway.) He hadn’t been able to woo the last girl into hiring them despite having gone much further than he should have been comfortable with for nothing in return, and he felt guilty for using food that was bought with money that he wasn’t even able to secure him and the guys more of. (The inside of her mouth hadn’t really been all that nutritious either.)

Worse, as he realized with a small start, this wasn’t even the first time he’d felt this way.

Ever since he had gotten to America (and, critically, ever since he'd been cut off from his rich family and their funds), he'd been struggling. Thankfully, Davy had always been good at making connections, especially with girls, and especially since the popularity of the Beatles had thrown the popularity of long-haired British boys like him up into the stratosphere. At first, he hadn’t really liked to use it to his advantage, but by the time he had realized that he had no money for rent, a pair of broken maracas as his sorry excuse for background music, and whatever was left in his suitcase after he’d left it out on the street for an hour too long, he’d had to throw his worries out the window.

At first, it had been pretty fun, groovy even. (Oh dear, if only the him he’d been back then had known how such thoughts would circle back around.)  But, as he had realized as the days had begun to drag on and on, for some reason, no matter how many girls let him sleep the night, none of them had ever seemed to want him to really live with them. Maybe these California girls were a bit more aware of the struggles of a musician than they would have been if they had lived elsewhere, maybe they were discouraged from something serious by their rich fathers (they always seemed to see the desperation in his eyes), maybe the girls themselves could tell he was trouble. …or maybe they had just wanted to use what was offered before throwing it away again.

It really hadn’t been that big of a deal. He had hardly run into the same girl more than twice, to be honest, he hadn’t known anyone at all. Not even a little, really.

Unless you counted his numerous ”dates“ as something more than a physical connection, that way, he might have known them. Maybe even very well. (He could almost hear his grandfather now, scolding Davy with a growl on his face, for following those horrible hippy kids.) If you did that, Davy would have been assumed to be absolutely rolling in funds from gifts for the sheer amount of friendships he had. 

The problem with that reading, as he had already known, being that those girls weren't exactly friends. Hell. Most of them were hardly acquaintances, and he had still agreed to woo them.

Because what other choice had he had?

Clearly, even with his uncanny ability to connect with girls (and, interestingly, the occasional guy), he'd been really struggling to make it. Really really struggling, if his actions hadn’t given all of the desperation away already. At least, he’d been struggling until he’d met them. Until he’d managed to wander his way into a practice session on the beach, and until he’d managed to weasel in way in with one of them.

From that moment on, he’d started to process what he had been missing.

He’d had lots of “dates” in his year or so in the “colony” (as his grandfather would have liked to call it), but only now, after finally managing to make three real friends, he was finally realizing how much he had missed connections. Real connections. Connections that were more than making eyes at parties and on beachfronts, connections that were more than sneaking into the movies with someone he didn’t know the last name of (but still spending the entire run of the film snogging), connections that were more than half meant promises and never seeing each other again. It was only now, that he was truly among a group of people who understood him, that it set in how seriously he had been struggling.

And, yeah, for a little while, it had been okay. The four of them, him, Peter, Mike, and Micky, had done pretty good off of their few party gigs, and besides the odd jobs they worked to make ends meet had been almost fun. (After all, Davy didn’t really mind taking care of horses, he’d quite liked his own, back in England, back when he could afford the expenses and the land.) For a while, they had met the rent payments, managed their other expenses fairly well, and even splurged a bit on new instruments from time to time. All in all, they had felt pretty well off. Hell, they’d lived in a multistory apartment near the sea, how much better could it get for a struggling band? 

Though, admittedly, it had been a far cry from the life that he had known back with his wealthy family back in Manchester, he had been happy. He was happy he had a safe place to stay that wasn’t some-girl’s bed while her parents were still asleep. Happy he had food to eat that wasn’t movie theater popcorn or roller rink pizza or part of an especially kind girl’s breakfast that she managed to smuggle up the stairs after it was all over. Happy that he had friends, and happy that they could play music together.

But, as all things did, things had started to go a little bit wrong.

None of them wanted quite to blame each other, but it had become increasingly obvious that things were slipping. Though Davy was pretty sure each man blamed themselves, Davy couldn’t help but see himself as the problem the most. After all, he had joined the band the most recently, and what did he have to offer to their sound? Four maracas? A tambourine? A singing voice that worked just as well as anybody else’s?

He knew he shouldn’t think it (he should focus on fixing it), but he did. This was his fault, he just knew it.

At first, not thinking about how he’d been living before all of this had begun (he still hadn’t quite told the guys exactly how he’d made it by before he’d met them), he’d tried just ramping up the other stuff. Offering to take care of horses for lower wages than the competitors, working shifts for newspaper boys who needed a break, putting even more into his playing in the few gigs that the struggling band could manage to get…

And that’s when he realized what the band needed.

Of course, it wasn’t exactly a shock of a realization or anything like that. In fact, it should have been pretty obvious from the start. They were musicians, they felt their best when they played (even if the groups on the street liked to spit and laugh as they practiced), and they got their money best when they could use their tunes to woo an audience. They needed gigs, and what better way to get gigs than wooing people into your sound and figure?

So, as Davy had reasoned with himself when he’d taken that first deep breath and begun it all over again, in a way, playing wasn’t so much different from dating. It made sense. To do well with the ladies, one had to be charismatic. To be a musician, at least one in a little rock group like his, one had to be even more so. In a way, a gig was no different than a date. You were selling yourself as the best person you could be, paying attention to the mood of the room, and following along with something that would make it better, more intimate, more likely to get you what you wanted, and, more importantly, more likely to get your chosen onlookers what they wanted.

Or so he told himself.

Of course, it wasn’t that Davy didn’t like going on dates. He did. Honestly, who didn’t? It was a good way to get on with the girls, and one of the best ways to look around the town, not to mention a good excuse to indulge in such treats as ice cream or movie theaters. (Without dates, it was unlikely Davy or the others would have the time or money to do either without feeling bad about it afterwards.)

Even back in England, where his family had had much more control over how he lived his life (how he cut his hair, who he spent his time with, what kinds of music lessons he would take), Davy had enjoyed a little jaunt with a pretty birdie from time to time. Who could blame him? He liked the girls, and he liked the company, and life would have been much less bearable without the connection that such things allowed him to make.

To make it through it, he told himself that this was for fun, that the fact that the rich girls he pursued just picked his band for their parties out of pure coincidence. That they listened with such glee because they liked the Monkee sound, and not because they liked him, and watching him sweat and gasp as he sang. 

Lord knew they liked that side of him when he wasn’t singing.

(Maybe it would have been more accurate if he told himself that such things were not exactly what he was after.)

Yeah, things got a little bit too transactional from time to time. (All the time.) Or maybe it didn’t. Davy swore he couldn’t tell the difference (he could), and if none of the other guys bugged him about it, so he wasn’t going to bring it up. They had been thankful for more gigs to play, and he had been right alongside his fellow Monkees in that sentiment. I mean, who doesn't like a little jam session from time to time? Especially if it put food on the table and kept the lights on when you needed to practice.

Until, as it always seemed to, things had gotten worse. Again. Lately, the gigs hadn't been coming. (And when gigs gained by taking girls out on the town didn’t pan out, it was an overall loss of money.)

Davy tried not to blame himself, he really did. He tried not to feel guilty for the thing that he knew was n̶o̶t̶ his fault, but it was a bit hard. After all, there was no way he wasn’t doing something wrong. When had the girls decided that an awkward night’s stay (and even worse family breakfast after the fact), was enough for all his troubles to court them? Sometimes, they wouldn’t even listen to him when he tried to bring up his band and their situation, they’d just reach over, kiss the words out of his throat, and watch as he floated away into something that wasn’t him. (Or at least, shouldn’t have been him.)

And damn if he had to admit it, but he was hungry. There were only so many nights you could go only tasting the flavor of some girl’s mouth on your tongue.

(And there was no way he was eating a piece of the band’s meager rations, not since his most recent attempt had ended in nothing more than her mouth on his, and hands reaching places that Davy tried to pretend that he had been completely alright with.)

“Hey Davy,” Peter was suddenly saying, “you look a little worried. Your plate is full.”

Davy looked up, pulled out of his trance as the images of his fellow bandmates swam into focus. Peter was midway through chewing a slice of buttered bread, Micky was taping his knife and fork on his (already cleared) plate as if they were already practicing, and Mike was choking down a cup of coffee like it was the only thing that was going to get him through the day. All of them were staring at him.

Davy brought his knees together, feeling suddenly very small.

What could he tell them?

Certainly not the truth.

“I’m fine,” he lied, aware that his fellow musicians were far too in tune with him to miss the imperfections in his perfect tone, “Just thinking about a date I want to go on,”

“You’re always thinking about those girls, aren’t you,” Micky said, almost casually. (Davy wished it was less obvious to him when his friends meant more with their words than they let on.)

“Oh you know me,” Davy joked, “Always falling in love at first sight, I’m still thinking about her…” he trailed off, putting on an expression of love that he knew was not the least bit convincing.

Mike raised one eyebrow, but he didn’t say anything (yet), simply finished off his coffee and placed the cup with a clink back onto the table. Davy looked back at him, trying to seem genuine in his puppy love for a girl that he did not know the name of (but curiously knew the way into the bedroom of). He didn’t want to talk about this, not now.

Davy looked down at his plate. There wasn’t a bite taken out of a single piece of food. His stomach rumbled and he tried to ignore it. He hadn’t done well enough. He didn’t deserve all this stuff, let someone else have it.

“I’m not really hungry,” he said, though it wasn’t true, “I think I’ll wait until tonight’s date to get myself something,” he moved to stand, but stopped when Mike reached out and grabbed his arm. 

“And I think you should take a break from all those dates, shotgun,” the guitarist said, narrowing his eyes, “I think you’re tiring yourself out,”

“Me!?” Davy protested, even though he’d missed nearly all of his nights for the past two weeks, “You must be joking! When have I seemed tired in any of our gigs recently?!”

Peter looked slightly confused. “We haven’t had any gigs recently, Davy,”

“Exactly,” Davy said, giving Peter finger guns across the table, “And I really think this girl could be interested in paying us for one if I take her out one more time. She’s got really good taste, intelligent and all that,”

Micky laid his silverware back down on the table, giving Davy a look that told the shorter man that he knew exactly what was up. (Though he laughed good naturedly anyway.) “I think you’re spending too much time with all those girls, Davy,” he said, “You should take a break, even think that maybe one of us wants a chance out of the town one of these nights?”

Davy didn’t really have anything to say to that, so he just shrugged. He felt bad shrugging, but he felt worse dragging any of them into this. This was his burden to bear, to be the one man force behind the advertising in the town, to be the one the girls thought of first when they thought of an attractive band to pull up on the stage for their birthday bash. It should have been no one else’s job, he couldn’t let it be.

“Yes,” Mike decided, waving Davy back to his seat, “We need our tamborine player to be well rested for our next big job, and-” he reached over to push Davy’s plate closer to him, “-we need him to eat up,”

Davy looked down at his plate. His stomach hurt almost as badly as his throat did. (Was he really going to cry? Now?) He wanted to eat so badly, but he told himself he couldn’t. He just couldn’t. It was all his fault that there was only so much to spare for breakfast, the others should have had his portion already. The others should have already pushed him away, blamed him already, sent him back out on the street so he could do the very thing he did now, without all the music attached.

“Come on Davy,” Micky was saying, “I need my percussion section, right?”

Davy felt the corners of his eyes sting slightly, and he hunched over his plate to hide the tears. This was all his fault, why couldn’t they see that? He deserved what he got, and if that was just the inside of some jane’s mouth, that was all he should have.

Still, he made himself eat.

Maybe they wouldn’t notice him slipping away later if he did this for them now. Maybe they wouldn’t notice this time, and he was sure of it, this time he’d even get them a job. He believed it. He had to believe it, because if he didn’t, it would have been all for nothing.

And he couldn’t have that.

[hologrammana]

So in my story, I write on the side when I am not on tumblr.com far far to often or at my job.

I was tackling fantasy creatures what exists vs whats just mythology.

Because it is set in a broadly real world but with ya know, cosmic anomalies, magicians, psychics, monsters, etc etc we've been here before.

So I wanted to TRY and do something unique with the fantasy humanoids and this is what I decided to do. In order to keep a hidden world vibe I really had to think it over, my rules were thusly:

No alternate dimensions, I thought that felt lazy for me personally, I wanted people who knew what to look for could find a repreive of elves in India or orcs in a french forest.

Avoid normalizing the fantasy while allowing someone who is informed about things to loosly catagorize creatures

Don't tolkienize stuff, I didn't want to just rip off JRR Tolkien as it was roughly set in modern times, a bit before in the late 90s I wasn't to worried but it was a good reminder

What I ended up doing is roughly catagorize 3 lineages while fleshing out some stuff on my own.

Elves, for whatever reason I went with their diet when thinking of elves, instead of the vegan high and mighty elves I went weird and scary, eating sweet and fatty bloods the sweeter and fattier the better. Elves have the most overlap with faries with kidnapping humans in myth but the myths of hags and other uncanny valley myth creatures make up elves, if a creautres form is changable a shapeshifter or the like vastly increases their chances of being elves.

Orang Bunians

Haltijas

Jinn

Satyrs

Qallupilluit

Mazapéguls 

Patupaiarehe

Svartálfar

Dökkálfar

Ljósálfar

Yumboes

Imps (None Demonic)

Redcaps

Rakshasa

Centaurs

Empusai 

Mermaids

Selkie

Kitsune

Tanuki 

Dwarves, I kept the idea of earth related grudgeholders but I wanted to include dwarves in tales of little people, primarily adding fastidiousness and helpful overall generous nature to them. Even dwarves in norse myth gave plenty of gifts and items upon request shift their attitude and there you go.

Gnomes

Domovoy

Guhyaka

Fions

Dwarf (Eddic/norse)

Pygmy (Greek)

Eloko

Kappa

Orcs, fantastical the orcs are not orcs or as I am tempted to renames the catagory to Ogres are well man eating more monsterous humanoid myths and the orcs keep that being man eaters all the way down. Unsubtle and commanded by their baser urges but not nessesarily dumb just different values. I also wanted to include one of my favorite tropes the sun banishes monsters, so orcs get that to various intensities. Some could definitely be added but from what I could find I think all these fit.

Goblins

Jotunnar

Oni

Ogre

Troll

Cyclops

Gigantes (greek giants) its also a food lol

Mapinguari

Ke’let

Tengu

Anyways I would love to answer questions about this thing I just babbled about if anyone has any it would also help me procrastinate so asks are much appreciated in that regard.

[firstginger]

Hello! I hope this essay of a question isn't too long, but boy is it oddly specific.

So my friends had me tell them the things I remind them of (I offhandedly mentioned I keep a Google doc of the things everyone likes or has the same vibes of for gift inspiration when their birthdays roll around. They all emediatly wanted to know their Google doc info.) And each of them realized I associate them with certain animals (totally not because those would definetly be their daemons in another life, surely not. *frantically hides notes*) and they started making their own lists. And unanimously they all gave me the same animal: a hare. Specifically the punchy and uncanny kind, like a jackrabbit.

Slight confusion on my part as I'd always figured I'd be something a little more aggressive or mischievous like a coyote. Having taken the daemon quiz a fair few times, I usually end up getting either a jackal or a cacomistle. A jackrabbit doesn't seem too far out if my wheelhouse, but I'd never considered it.

I guess what I'm asking is, would you be willing to elaborate on why my friends might be getting jackrabbit vibes from me? Is there something I can't see that they are seeing? Like, I'm not upset about it I'm just very confused lol. Just if you have the time, no pressure. Thanks in advance though, I really love your personality quizzes <3

oh what a fun question! i think this goes back to how in the daemon community there's two types of forms: analytical forms and pullman (or symbolic) forms. analytical forms are the type that are most commonly used in online form finding. they take the animal's ecology and "translate" that into human behavior — so from that perspective, your daemon would be an animal that is rather similar to you in how they go through life. in comparison, the pullman form is based on how daemons were originally portrayed in the book. this is form finding based on an animal's associations or the cultural beliefs associated with that animal — in the case of the book's canon, this was largely western european, though modern daemon pullman analyses try to take all cultural associations with the animal into consideration.

a jackrabbit is a great example. someone with a jackrabbit analytical form is going to be introverted, sensitive, competitive, obsessive, somewhat cliquish, and anxious for starters. jackrabbits are rabbits — they're skittish prey animals. compare this to the jackal who's also introverted and close-bonding but is going to have behavior in line with a scavenger, and the cacomistle who's introverted and solitary and has behavior in line with a generalist forager. a large part of analytical analysis is understanding how these behaviors can be attributed to a human and that's where some of the subjectivity in form finding comes in. still, i think there can be some objectivity in, for example, comparing a pack animal to a solitary animal or a prey animal to a scavenger animal. are you someone who's socially cooperative and dependent or someone who's independently-minded? are you someone who's anxious and routine-forming or someone who's bold and spontaneous?

but your friends' observations have an interesting point, in that we often associate the jackrabbit with traits like cunning, luck, speed, and ambition (though rarely productive ambition). the jackrabbit's reputation goes back to different native american and indigenous associations with the hare: many tribes have stories regarding the hare as a light-hearted, clever trickster figure who is often also a teacher to mankind or otherwise a sort of relatable underdog outsmarting predators (see ableegumooch of mi'kmaq folklore, moskim the rabbit of lenape folklore, and the trickster rabbit figure of the cherokee, creek, and other tribes). other tellings of a hare protagonist such as br'er rabbit, aesop's tortoise and the hare, and bugs bunny help cement the stereotype of a long-eared rabbit/hare/jackrabbit as someone who's wily and clever, though can sometimes bite off more than they can chew or otherwise screw themselves over... but ultimately are survivalists who will always return another day. someone with a jackrabbit pullman form is more likely to be someone who's cunning, quick-thinking, curious, insightful, self-assured, and prone to spontaneity if something interests them. punchy and uncanny does describe them well, but these associations are quite different from a skittish prey animal!

the jackrabbit also has other non-personality associations your friends might be picking up on as well. the jackrabbit is a staple of the american desert and great basin, so if you're from those regions, it may invite comparison. if you're a runner or talk quick or are otherwise speedy it may remind others of a jackrabbit as well. and then of course i'm sure many of us are familiar with friends pinning us as an animal we like or own... the number of times i've been associated with horses because i rode them (and collect art of them...) is so high, though i don't think my personality or vibe is particularly horse-ish at all!

i think my ideal would be having a form that fits me in both regards: an animal whose behavior is similar to mine, but also something my friends would peg me as. i feel like we need an association of daemians who are happy to be super specific about the vibes we give off — i feel like my normal friends will compare me to something like a dog, and then i'll get weird about comparing them a black-casqued hornbill or a chital deer haha.

hope this helped answer your question!

[petrichoraline]

Heheheh, here i go and I wanna know your

Favorite tropes

Kpop bands

Female characters

Ice cream flavors

Words in your language

bestie i take days to answer single questions and you've given me 5 😭 okay then, let's get to it!!

Tropes💘

a few things i go insane for:

power couple or stick it to the haters

when the characters know each other so well and prove their bond to outsiders. this includes but is not limited to:

"he's a monster!" "no, he isn't." (LBFAD)

"he'd never fall for someone like her" *he's head over heels* (Itazura na Kiss)

"i won't allow it!" *proceeds to give their blessings because they finally see how they're giving their kid what they failed to* (alternatively the couple flips them off and rides off into the sunset) (F4: Thailand iirc)

contract marriage or alternatively fake dating

nothing like faking it into making it 🥰 bonus points if a cocky mean outsider is into one of them and knows that it's a scam so they get a nasty surprise (idek where that is coming from but I've seen smth like that fs)

this trope's sister:

forced proximity combined with enemies to lovers

(one bed™️ can fit into this category)

oh to start on the wrong foot with someone but then be forced to see them in their natural state and appreciate the way they tie their hair before doing the dishes and help out the neighbours bring their groceries upstairs. to lie in bed thinking about how they bought an extra soda can ("it was on sale" ) that is coincidentally the flavour you love but they find gross. this trope is the gift that keeps on giving, you get domesticity, you get gradual mutual understanding, seeing them at their most vulnerable, it's so good. and they're basically prepared for marriage lol

introducing a bunch of diverse characters quickly through narration

i'm a sucker for a good variety of characters having unique to them intros (murder mystery staple) esp when it's like the camera going through an apartment building and you learn what type of person lives on each floor, it's so fun

found family or supportive friend group

again, usually a colourful bunch of characters, this time united by their love for each other. the compassion, the warmth, the shenanigans, it's so good 😭 (thinking of the kitty gang and the uncanny counter squad lol)

Kpop bands💫

for bands it's

1. Day6

2. The Rose

3. N.Flying

and then Xdinary Heroes, Lucy and FT Island sharing a spot ig haha

as for groups..i's insane to even think about it, I just know Seventeen and Day6 are on there, everyone else is depending on criteria lol like whose albums have i listened to the most? Ateez, Monsta X, Got7. who are legends i can't not mention? INFINITE, SHINee, EXO, BTOB etcetc. don't do this to me lmao

Female characters 🪷

I'll just have to go with ladies in bl because otherwise it's impossible

1. Hashimoto Mio (Kieta Hatsukoi)

2. Photjanee (MSP)

3. Yan Li & Wen Qing (to me they're sisters and they're sharing a spot idc) (CQL)

4. Fujisaki Nozomi (Cherry Magic)

5. Miriam (Tonhon Chonlatee)

shoutout to my love Jingjai from Home School 💓

Ice cream flavours🍦

in no particular order:

1. chocolate

2. yogurt

3. pistachio

4. raspberry sorbet

5. caramel

Words in your language 🔤

as I refuse to flat out state where I'm from you're getting descriptions of words lmao

the word for love with the connotation of it not being romantic (but could also be used for romantic love)

the word we use as a replacement for any place, action, quality, as a verb, adjective, noun or adverb when the proper word doesn't come to mind (works best if the other person has context, otherwise they're just listing out things you could mean and you get gradually more frustrated that they don't get it)

a made up word combining a word for idiot and the name for a french bulldog (I will not be explaining but it's hilarious)

an adjective from the word for moon that describes moony things like light, stone, cycle

and not one of my faves but a fave to use with kids - an endearing nickname from the word for sun

[littleragondin]

Watching/Rewatching/Planning to Watch List

Got tagged by @excessivelyobssesed thank you =3 Okay let's try this! Work, life, and my brain have been uncooperative lately so I am late on nearly everything, and my "rewatch" list is smaller than usual, while my "plan to watch" is even longer than ever lol

Currently watching :

Between Us - up to date, having a grand time with that one (but it would have been pretty hard to rly disappoint me with how happy I was to get the UWMA cast back)

Choco Milk Shake - up to date, n_n

GAP the series - up to date, love them so much

My tooth your love - behind, but I love them!! (also I, too, have a teeth thing so Xun An feels like a kindred spirit in that regard lol)

Oh ! my assistant - behind, but hopefully will manage to catch up next week end.

Remember me - behind, was too worried for Name, am now too =( about him, but I will catch up

Till the world ends - up to date, this one is so bonkers I can't end the week end without catching up usually

Current rewatches :

Ingredients – I use it as my advent calendar, with one sweet episode a day

Love by Chance - just put my finger back in that one because Ae/Pete's softness is what I need right now (and I know I keep saying it but the Tar/Tum brainrot is fucking me up so) (also yes I already rewatched it once this year but why restrain yourself am I right)

Paused watches I want to get back to:

The Uncanny Counter

Alice in Wonderland

Quantum Leap 2022

those three I have been enjoying a whole lot, time just isn't infinite sadly TT

To watch – currently broadcasting/finished :

609 bedtime story - look I just can't resist Fluke, and the trailer looked SO good

I will knock you - you can't prove this one is because of that recent gifset of the thug grabbing the chin of the other guy who looks like he's gonna cry....

My school president - the level of pinning and dumbassery I've seen from gifs means I need to give it a try

Goukon ni Ittara Onna ga Inakatta Hanashi - I'd have watched for Nanami Hiroki alone, but it also looks goddamn funny so

Weak hero: class 1 - this one looks like it's gonna hurt too, which is why it's not started yet

Happy ending romance - mainly for Leo, been putting it off so far because it seems bittersweet and like he is the losing edge of the triangle

The Ghost bride - this one has been here for a while but recent (beautiful) gifs on my dash pushed it back on top of the list

Criminal Minds: Evolution - Probably the series I have followed the longest, if they're back then so am I ...

Glitch - it seems vaguely sci-fi and the gifs I've seen of the two (main?) ladies somehow burnt that one in my memory so on the list it goes

180° Longitude passes through you - I keep seeing raving reviews about that one from people with tastes I trust, it looks absurdly gorgeous, and I'm pretty sure I will love it. I've just been a big chicken about it so far.

To watch – upcoming :

Candy Color Paradox - I have enjoyed to adored all the MBS BL I have seen so far (yes, even Senpai, the end blew it but before that I liked it), so I'll give this one a try, too.

Never let me go - my brain got stuck on Phuwin since I watched The Gifted Graduation earlier this year, and i am SO happy to see him play with Pond in something (anything) other than FUTS. Plus, it looks both pretty and good, if not ... necessarily happy ............ and a first taste of Chimon/Perth

Grand Guignol - the trailer for this one embedded itself into my brain, it hits far too many of my buttons for me to not try to get my hands on it

Wish me Luck - I would have watched for Fiat in a 1st role, and Na, but the story also seems cute and they put Tonnam in glasses so. Can't pass it up.

Wish you Luck - Sci-Fi !!!!! also Tonnam and Title Teshin as main, this is an immediate addition

23.5 - Milk and Love, soft shy VS popular sunshine, need I say more? (also Milk in all those little beanies?? <3)

Only friends - the cast is impeccable, and it looks so incredibly messy I can't resist

Dangerous Romance - very intrigued by this one, could be hit or miss on the story for me, but Pert/Chimon is a pair I wouldn't have expected so that ups the appeal too.

I also have a pretty consequent list of GL but for my life I can't get my hands back on it?? But if it's a GL and it crosses my path, be sure that I plan to watch it.

Oh and I definitely plan to finally get into Vietnamese BL - heretherebedork has been doing some excellent marketing on that front lol

I will tag @benkaaoi @fandomfairyuniverse @machikeita @sadday4sure if you want to do it! and anyone else, really, if you see it and to it tag me I am always curious to see what everyone watches =)

[sokosmic]

Astro Observations for

Gemini Rising...

(Will add notes as I think of more and have time)

House placements based on Whole Signs

🧚🏽‍♀️ Such cute & clever little pixies who seem to never age or maintains a very youthful appearance 😍 You can often spot them as they talk with their hands or are very animated with their arms.

🧚🏽‍♀️ Social creatures who have a way with words. Very knowledgeable in all types of subjects. Can easily reel others in with their words through the use of wit, sarcasm, and playful banter (Gemini 1H).

🧚🏽‍♀️ While they may initially come across as flighty or superficial, in partnerships they often are quite philosophical (Sagittarius 7H) and carry a great deal of spiritual wisdom that they have worked really hard to obtain (Pisces 10H + Taurus 12H). While they may prefer partners that are wise and can teach them knew things, they also desire someone who they can go on adventures with and share a fun, optimistic outlook on life (Sagittarius 7H).

🧚🏽‍♀️ These individuals tend to have a very unique worldview and outlook on their place in the collective (Aquarius 9H). Openminded and accepting of the differences among others. Often enjoy unique travel experiences that allow them to delve into other cultures, religions, and philosophies.

🧚🏽‍♀️ Can be quite expressive in the way they communicate (Leo 3H), with a tendency to have an extensive and impressive lexicon of big, lengthy words that they flex effortlessly in conversation. Sometimes this is just because they are just that learned, other times it's the Leo showing off lol 😉

🧚🏽‍♀️ Often pegged as flirts, and they very well can be, but these people are gifted with an undeniable charm (Libra 5H). Artistic and creative abilities are painted with an air of grace and beauty. All things pretty and playful rules their 5th house of pleasure. May be indecisive in matters of dating and love.

🧚🏽‍♀️ While they prefer to avoid confrontation, they certainly won't back down from it. There's definitely a fiesty side of them that often shows up in their friend groups and associations (Aries 11H). Although bossy at times, these are the friends that will have your back and ride for you.

🧚🏽‍♀️ Often end up having to work very hard for money (Capricorn 8H) and other possessions, but tend to have an intuitive ability to acquire it (Cancer 2H). There is a deep rooted (subconscious level) need to establish security through monetary means (Cancer 2H + Capricorn 8H +Taurus 12H).

🧚🏽‍♀️ While their co-workers usually know very little about them, these individuals often know quite a bit about the people they work with. They have an uncanny ability to gather pertinent information about others and situations, while remaining a mystery themselves (Scorpio 6H). Will go through a number of stressful roles/positions on the job, but will always emerge much stronger and transformed.

🧚🏽‍♀️ May have had a very critical and judgemental upbringing by one or both parents (Virgo 4H). Mother (or prominent parental figure) likely has ocd-ish tendencies...keeping a very organized and clean home. Even expecting perfection from the child.

🧚🏽‍♀️ As they age, this often translates into these individuals being more accepting and open-minded to others. Also adopting more of a don't give af attitude about being or appearing perfect. This often shows up in their lives as organized messes (Pisces 10H).

[finniestoncrane]

Can I request a fic with the Riddler (any version you pick) and a reader who has actual clairvoyant powers and instantly guesses the correct answer to every riddle he throws at them? They even answer the riddle before he even finishes his sentence. (much to his dismay, probably, lol!)

Finish Each Other's Riddles

Arkham!Riddler x GN!Reader, word count: 500 words this is so funny and kind of really adorable, please enjoy frustrated out of his little nut eddie. and i picked arkham because he is my love but also i think he would be the most fun to irritate? u-u 💚 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi minors DNI!! 🔞 cw for nsfw stuff: it's p/much sfw with a little kiss

As Edward paced the floor in front of you, finger poised on his lips, face contorted in his ‘deep thinking’ expression, he occasionally stopped, took a deep breath in, looked at you, and then returned to his pace with a grumble. And he’d been at this for the past hour, only every so often managing to think of a riddle he was sure you wouldn’t know the answer to. He turned to you again, eyebrows narrowed, grin spread out.

“Aha! What always runs but never walks, often murmurs, never talks, has a bed but never sleeps, has a mouth but never eats?”

“A river.”

Closing his eyes into narrow slits, scrutinising you, the accusation of cheater was trembling on his lips. But he knew you better than that.

“…Well…I never was, am always to be. No one ever saw me, nor ever will. And yet I am the confidence of all, to live and breath on this terrestrial ball. What am I?”

“The future.”

“You…stop it! Ok, the one who makes it, sells it. The one who buys it, never uses it. The one that uses it never knows that he’s using it. What is it?”

“A coffin.”

He stifled a smile, because despite himself, although you were irritating him and beating him at his own game, there was a part of him that was surprisingly proud, impressed, and if he was being very honest, aroused by your ability to answer his riddles one after another with very little thinking.

Of course, he would put it down to your intelligence and insist on as much. As a man of science, there was nothing that could convince him that you just knew what he was about to ask. Not matter how much you tried to prove your uncanny ability, be it supernatural or gifted by a fluke of nature, Ed wouldn’t hear of it. Obviously, he would tell you every time the argument came up, you were a lot smarter than you let on.

And while usually, this would end in him frustrated but giving up, today he seemed to be determined to catch you out. With each riddle he asked, his voice got more tense, louder, as he stepped towards you.

“The more you have of it, the less you see. What is it?”

“Darkness.”

“What has a head, a tail, no legs and is-”

“A penny.”

“I know a word of letters three. Add two, and-”

“Fewer.”

“Until I am measured, I am unkno-”

“Time.”

He bent down, hands on his thighs, letting out a whimper of annoyance before raising his voice again.

“OK! You think you’re all-knowing!?”

He yelled, hands thrown up in the air as he approached you swiftly, closing the gap between you, arms brought back down as he wrapped them around you in an embrace, his lips, tight against yours in a kiss burning with passion and a little bit of rage.

“Didn’t see that one coming, did you?”

“Actually, I very much did. Why else would I have suggested you test out my ‘powers’ again?”

[jillianallen14]

Spirk fanfic rec

Some amazing Spirk fanfic to bless your dash because I’m falling in love with this shit all over again (this is like the 10th time this has happened lol):

Entering Orbit:  Jim escapes to Iowa to avoid the media frenzy following the Narada incident, but a late-night miscommunication results in Spock turning up on his front porch; rated m; 30,957 words

Papers in the Roadside:  Non-Starfleet AU. Jim owns a small bar in Chicago, keeps on picking up strays and taking care of everyone no matter how hard it makes his own life. Spock is a journalist writing feature articles for the Chicago Tribune; he depicts the world with uncanny skill, but hides more than one personal drama and is possibly under surveillance from the Vulcan royal family. They meet by accident just before their lives start to spin out of control; rated e; 49,637 words

Take Refuge in What You Know:  AU - Kirk has moved into a apartment/house and wants to get to know his neighbors. He meets his neighbor Spock, a loner who suffers from extreme agoraphobia. Kirk thinks he's beautiful enigma; rated e; 120,334 words

Listen, this is not only my favorite Star Trek fic of all time, it’s also one of my favorite fanfics in general. It’s right up there with Text Talk and The Shoebox Project from the HP fandom, which if you’ve read, you know are incredible and frankly life-changing. And this fanfic changed my life. The description the author gives doesn’t do the beauty of this fic justice. I suffer from agoraphobia and Spock’s depiction as an agoraphobic man was probably the most well-researched, sympathetic, empathetic, caring, realistic portrayal of what it’s like to be agoraphobic that I’ve ever witnessed in fiction. It made me cry like a child because I had never felt so seen and understood. This writer is incredible, and this fic is incredible. I can’t recommend it enough. It’s an AU, which I’m usually pretty wary about, but it barely even feels like an AU. It just feels like Jim and Spock. The author’s understanding of both of their characters’ is perfect, like just a spot-on portrayal of who they are. This fic genuinely helped me accept who I am and helped me understand that I am capable of & deserving of love. If you don’t read any other Star Trek fics (and you def should read more Star Trek fics because they’re amazing), then let this one be the one you read. I dare you not to read it three times in a row like I did.

Observations:  First Officer Spock comments on life aboard the Enterprise and his service under Captain James T. Kirk; rated m; 500,000+ words.

So the author of this fic actually did a thing where they made this fic into two books (similar to what The Shoebox Project authors did many years ago in the HP fandom). They don’t get any money from people buying the books; the cost is just to go towards producing the books. This fic is the equivalent of two LARGE novels. We’re talking 600 pages & up. It’s a huge fic. Now, that being said, I read it in one day. ONE DAY. It’s that good. This is another one of my all-time favorite fics, though not quite as dear to my heart as the one I listed above. It’s focused on AOS, and tbh, I forget that what happens in this book isn’t actually canon. Like it’s so well-told, it just feels like it’s now part of the timeless story of Kirk & Spock. The “professional” Star Trek writers would never be brave enough to do what this author does with Kirk and Spock, though. This fic will make you angry, will make you laugh, will make you cry. It has such a good grasp on every single character. It also shows the love between the crew of the Enterprise, which is always a treat, and it’s beautifully done in this fic. It has a sorta-enemies-to-lovers arc between Spirk and an enemies-to-close-friends arc between Spock and McCoy that is beautifully done and fleshed out. This fic is definitely a journey to go through, and I can’t recommend it enough. It’s extremely slow burn, and you will want to slap both Kirk and Spock (and McCoy) upside the head at certain points lol. 

Of Coffee Beans and Green Tea Leaves:  The progression of a relationship, through Coffee Beans and Green Tea Leaves. Basically, it’s an AU where Kirk works at a coffee shop to pay his way through school, and Spock visits often. rated t; 16,429 words

Love, love, love, this fic. It’s cute, it’s in character. They have kind of a rocky start together, so it’s got a little bit of that Elizabeth Bennet and Mr. Darcy i-hated-you-but-now-i-love-you-marry-me vibes to it. I’m a sucker for that, if you haven’t figured that out by now lol. It’s really good, and a really enjoyable read. And it’s not too long, if you’re in the mood for something on the shorter end of things.

 Please Don’t Touch the Vulcans:  The "yes" is out of Jim's mouth before he can think about it. Jim is chipper about having time off for the holidays. He asks everyone if they want to spend time together but sadly, everyone ditches Jim over the holidays because they have plans. McCoy visits his daughter, Nyota visits her family, and everyone splits. Not knowing Spock has feelings for him, Jim doesn't even bother asking if he wants to spend time together figuring he has something to do. Something cute, romantic with the boys spending time with one another and confessions; rated m; 17,690 words

Super cute and has lots of Sarek, which idk about y’all, but I’m always a fan of. Sarek and Jim kind of get to know each other a bit, and it’s cute. Sarek knows about they’re in love before Spock & Kirk know lol. If I remember correctly, there’s also some appearances from everyone’s favorite: Old!Spock! You also get a little bit of jealous and protective Young!Spock. So you’re in for a real treat with this one. 

The Ren shat’var Trilogy:  A split-second decision changes Jim's life forever, as he enters into a bond with Spock in the face of certain torture. Enemies to the Federation emerge from unlikely places, and the command team must contend with unexpected threats, as well as challenges within their own intense relationship. In this three-part series, the Enterprise races across the galaxy to confront the unknown, and Jim and Spock discover the true significance of their unprecedented connection; rated e; 184,411 words

Textual Attraction:  Valentine’s Day does not bring up pleasant memories for Cadet Kirk. But the serendipitous switch-up of his cell phone with a particular Vulcan professor’s will make his day far more interesting –and romantic. Perhaps some new memories can be made! 15,900 words

SO GOOD. Just SO good

Spaceman:  Academy AU. Five times Spock realizes he's attracted to a barista at the academy spaceport, and one time he decides to do something about it. rated t; 3728 words

Short, sweet, funny. You’ll love it.

Subtext: Texting your Vulcan first officer in the middle of the night is never a good idea. Especially when you have an obsessive crush on said Vulcan.The holidays are approaching and Jim is left entirely Spockless aboard the Enterprise when his First takes shore leave on New Vulcan. After some midnight pining, Jim sends a text he instantly regrets. That is, until Spock responds and willingly continues their textual communications to an inevitable conclusion; rated t; 13,032 words

Cute, sweet, funny. It’s a texting fic. I think you’ve probably figured out I love those. This one makes me laugh so fucking hard. Like actually laugh-out-loud-omg-did-i-just-snort kind of funny. Spock is great in this one

All Spock Wants For Christmas:  While Jim is away on a delegation mission, he panics about what to give Spock for Christmas. With help from Bones and Uhura, and in between some spam texting with Spock, Jim realizes he already has the perfect gift. And all it needs is wrapping paper and a bow; rated t; 11,966 words

And here we have another cute, sweet, funny texting fic. Sue me lol

The Morning After:  Jim convinces Spock to take shore leave with him on Risa, hoping the time together will help re-solidify their bond of friendship after some recent tension. Meanwhile, Spock convinces himself he's on Risa for one reason and one reason only, to prevent his wayward captain from getting into trouble. After a passionately illogical night of Romulan Ale and chocolate infused liquor, everything changes when Jim wakes with something other than a hangover filling his head. Something he's sure neither he nor Spock can handle. Because if Jim knows anything for sure, it's that his messed up thoughts belong nowhere near Spock's clean, ordered mind; rated m; 50,381 words

HAHA. This fic fucking cracks me up. You’ve got drunk boys pining over each other & not realizing it. You’ve got accidental marriage. You’ve got bed sharing. It’s great, it’s cute, it’s funny. 

Take This Sinking Boat (And Point It Home):  In which Spock pines, Jim isn’t stupid (except he kind of is), and Christopher Pike has had enough of this bullshit; 6698 words

Pike is great in this one, and it’s super, super funny.

Extracurricular Activities:   Spock returns to the Academy from a tour of duty to find an intriguing cadet captures his attention; rated e; 15,433 words

Veritas: Basically, Kirk and Spock are on trial because the Federation thinks they are emotionally compromised by each other, which is putting the lives of their crew in danger. They have to convince a court they’re not actually in love with each other. They think the claims are bullshit. They think it will be easy to prove that they aren’t in love or emotionally compromised, damn it. It isn’t; rated m; 186,80 words

This one is so, so good. A real gem off of Fanfic.net. I remember it was actually one of the first Spirk fanfics I ever read, and it blew me away. The progression of their relationship is really well-done and interesting. It has star-crossed lovers vibes and has some really emotionally intense moments in it, especially for Spock. 

A Habitual Affection:  Living in 1930s New York with the Vulcan you're secretly in love with is no simple thing. But Jim never liked anything simple. And then, the big snowstorm hit...; rated t; 7998 words

A beautiful TOS fic about one of the gayest episodes of Star Trek. Love this one. 

Atlas:  Between what was and what will be stands James Tiberius Kirk, in all his fractured patchwork glory. Because saving the Federation was only the beginning; rated t; 135,529 words

A beaut. Really great characterization, and the progression of Jim and Spock’s relationship is really well-done.