#they're incredible together and i cannot breathe

[etheries1015]

I had sort of a crack idea of what would the non-human twst boys do if their crush or s/o was allergic to them? Savanaclaw and Octonivelle with like the fur allergy and seafood allergy. Maybe diasomnia’s s/o has some sort of fairy allergy? Sorry if this is too silly for you to write, it’s alright if you don’t 😭

I LOVE THIS BECAUSE I'VE HAD A SIMILAR THOUGHT i'm allergic to cats and i'm like...man what am I gonna do around Grim BUAHAHA...this is a great idea. Nothing is too silly to write my friend!

Non-human Twst boys reacting to a S/O who is allergic to them!

featuring: Savanaclaw and Octavinelle!

general warnings: gender neutral reader, not really proof read \

TW: None! just fluff. and allergies.

Leona

The first time you sneezed around him, they didn't know it was literally BECAUSE of him. This was until you two took a nap together for the first time, and when you woke up he saw your face...Oh, brother. Your eyes were puffy and red, congested, and your nose leaked like nobody's business. He genuinely felt bad about this, but wouldn't let you in on his true feelings/emotions. Without understanding the cause (though he had an inkling) he immediately took you to the doctor.

"They're allergic to me? What kind of shitty nonsense is that?!"

Leona invested in the most expensive of healthcare for you. Allergy pills and whatnot, because he wasn't about to sacrifice his lovely naps with his significant other. No amount of allergy is gonna stop him from getting what he wants, and that is your affection.

Ruggie

"Sooo...basically you're saying you're allergic to me? Cause' im part heyena?"

"It's a little more complicated than that. It's more like...animal dander? I guess?" You didn't seem to certain in your answer either, it was more or less a guess since...well, there wasn't half beast half human where you are from. You can only make an educated guess on why you're so allergic to him based off of the information you had back at home.

Ruggie is honestly so sad about this. He can't afford to get you any treatments or medical help with this, so you two just have to be careful. He does manage to get his hands on some special washing products (probably legally) and takes extra care of what he eats, and how clean he his. He's consistently brushing his hair and cleaning his ears.

"Man i'm such a simp. What's wrong with me?!" ...He isn't used to bending backward for people. But seeing you so sick around him, hurt him even more than his pride, so he of course would do anything to make sure you're as comfortable around him as possible. Ahh...the power of love <3

Jack

He gives me the "I must stay away from you for your own good," Type. Although this doesn't last very long. Jack is incredibly loyal, and he's far too attached to let you go. There's times where he would try and keep a distance (much to your annoyance), but when you began sneezing and itching your eyes you knew he was somewhere nearby. Jack is protective like that, but it pains his heart to see you so sick because of something he cannot control.

He does both a mix of what Ruggie and Leona does. He took up extra part-time jobs to afford good allergy medication for you, the entire works. Pills, eye drops, nasal sprays, breathing treatments...He also invests in high-quality shampoo and conditioner to help rid of his dander and hopefully reduce the amount of shedding he has.

With the amount of hair Jack has, he is CONSTANTLY brushing it and it is CONSTANTLY shedding. He does EVERYTHING under the sun to control this, all for you. Although... this is a partnership! You told him that a relationship goes two ways. You love him regardless of how itchy you may get, and you equally chip in to problem-solve.

You're both loyal to each other until the very end, no matter what trivial matters may get in your way <3

Azul

He knew before you two started dating that you had a severe allergy to seafood, so he made it a point to avoid you. But...that didn't stop YOU from coming to HIM. It was one of the things that drew him towards you, the way even though you were gaining a rash you would still wrap your arms around the back of him. Although it wasn't as bad in his human form, he was always terrified what would happen if he were to unleash his original form.

But worry not! We are talking about the literal king of potionology. He finds a remedy very quickly, and you trust him...a little too fast. He is astonished when he says;

"Take this...the second you drink this your allergies will be something of the past. But be warned-" You grabbed it out of his hand and chugged it. He stared at you with his jaw slacked open, his face turning a deep shade of hot red when you throw yourself onto Azul and place a big fat kiss against his cheek.

He imploded. But hey! his potion worked! He tried to get you to give him some sort of paypack, but you mentioned that your form of payment was in that kiss.

He now demands kisses every time he makes the potion for you <3 It's kind of a silent agreement. He just stares at you after you're done drinking it, and whenever you feign ignorance the point upon his lips is far too obvious.

Jade

The first time you broke out in hives, he remained completely calm. Jade is rather smart, and he understands your allergy must be because of his disposition as a mer-folk. Although in human form, he couldn't help but notice the way you would hide your rashes either behind makeup or by bulking clothing. He was amused by this for a moment, but when he saw it worsen he couldn't help but become worried.

"Why would you go so far for me? what do you gain by allowing yourself to become sick?" When you replied with a blush that you simply liked Jade, thus his shock soon turned into action. He excused himself for a few days to climb mountains and collect the most effective of flowers and medicinal remedies for allergies and put together a potion that you were able to take to alleviate your symptoms.

He isn't the vice house warden for nothing! His talents and magic prowess truly aided him, albeit in a way that was seemingly selfish. It was all worth it for you, though.

But he does use you as an example during a class project in potionology, having you stand up in front of the class while he compares your allergies before and after taking the potion.

He got a 100% in the project. And a Significant other. A win-win for everyone!

Floyd

Floyd is much smarter than he lets on. The moment he hugs you from behind and touches your arm, he notices the rash right away. He eyed it with a frown, and without saying anything he let go of you much to your dismay, leaving you to your lonesome for a few days on end.

You had to admit you missed Floyd, his silly jokes and way of talking, his unpredictable personality, and the attention he would often give y you. While sitting at the table during a free period, your head was propped up against your hand and a sad sigh escaping your lips.

"Ehhhh? Why is shrimpy sitting here all alone? Didya miss me?" A familiar voice teased as arms wrapped around you and something akin to a vegetable drink set in front of you. You gasped and smile up at the tall male, who wasn't wrapping his arms around you as you were used to, typically ignoring the itching of your rashes. He convinced you to drink what he sat in front of you, and although you eyed it with suspicion, you sighed and drank it in one gulp and tightly shut eyes.

Nothing happened. You turned to look over at Floyd, about to question the purpose of making you drink the (surprisingly tasty) smoothie-like liquid but were quickly interrupted by lips pressing against your own.

The kiss caught you off guard and you began to panic, talking about your allergy...before you realized that nothing was happening. No rash, no itchiness, nothing.

"Seeeee? It's a potion. I made Azul make it for me. Now I can touch you as much as I want," He smiled proudly. However he managed to convince Azul would forever be beyond you...

He forgets to give you the potion sometimes, only when you two are cuddling and a rash or itching pops up do the both of you realize it's time for a dose.

Ya'll are so silly for each other <3

[cjlouwho]

prompt.

In dire need of some fluff and donesticity.they both living together. Exchanging I love yous as they leave for their shift. Cuddling in sofa while watching bad tv.

They get a little horny. Sorry if that's not your thing. It's nothing explicit though!

Buck was leaning back against Tommy's chest as they snuggled on the couch. One of Tommy's hands rested over Buck's thigh, while the other gently massaged his head.

“This show sucks,” Buck sighed, leaning further into Tommy's touch.

“You're the one who put it on.”

Buck lifted his head to smile up at Tommy. “I didn't think we'd be watching it.”

“You trying to Netflix and chill me, Evan?”

“I'm trying to get in your pants, Thomas.”

Tommy huffed out a laugh. “Well, calling me Thomas is a sure fire way to not get in my pants.”

“Oh, really?” Buck asked cheekily. He started to turn, pressing a hand against Tommy's chest as he straddled his thighs. He leaned in, ghosting his lips over Tommy's. “You sure about that?”

Tommy smiled. He dragged his hands up to Buck's hips and squeezed. “Absolutely not.”

Buck had sent a silent thank you to Joey at the local Furniture SuperPlus every single day since he sold them an extra long, extra wide couch. It was the one thing they splurged on when Buck moved into Tommy's place. Not a single regret was ever had on that purchase.

Buck gave Tommy a chaste kiss. “You're soft on me, Mr. Kinard.”

“You're just figuring that out? I must not be doing my job right.”

“Oh, trust me,” Buck reassured him. “You're doing your job perfectly.” He kissed him again, deeper this time. Tongues tangling together as their hands wandered. Buck groaned as he broke away from Tommy, peppering kisses along his jaw before working down his neck.

“Evan?”

“Hmm?” Buck hummed against Tommy's skin.

“I- I'm in love with you.”

Buck smiled against him, then licked against his pulse point. “I love you too.”

“No, I- uh,” Tommy's head lolled back as Buck sucked at his collarbone. “Evan, I- I love you too, but I'm in love with you.”

Buck froze. He sat back against Tommy's legs, staring at him. “You- You're telling me this while I'm grinding against you?”

“Is that... bad?” Tommy asked, face falling slightly.

“No, no! It's just... We can't tell that to our kids.”

Tommy grinned. “Our kids?”

“Well, yeah! One day they're gonna ask about the time we told each other we were in love, and we cannot tell them it was when we were dry humping on the couch!”

“Technically, only I've said I'm in love with you,” Tommy replied, emphasizing the point by pressing a finger to Buck's pec.

Buck brought his hands to Tommy's face, stroking his cheeks with his thumbs. “I am so, incredibly in love with you, Tommy.”

Tommy took a deep breath. “Yeah?”

Buck nodded. “Yeah.”

“Because you don't have to-”

Buck silenced him with a kiss, tongue swiping against Tommy's lips until he opened his mouth and let Buck inside.

Tommy moaned into the kiss, eventually pulling away for air. He pressed his forehead against Buck's. “We definitely can't tell the kids that part.”

Buck shrugged. “We'll make something up. Stick to the 'I love you' story. That one's pretty PG.”

Tommy raised an eyebrow. “Are you forgetting what we did on your kitchen counter afterward?”

“Okay, so we'll cut the story short," Buck whined. “Can we please have sex now?”

Tommy lifted his hips to grind up against Buck, watching as he closed his eyes and his lips parted with a happy sigh. “You know I can't say no to you.”

Buck kissed Tommy's lips, then his cheek, his jaw, his temple, before leaning toward his ear. In a whisper, he asked, “Even if I call you Thomas again?”

Tommy groaned, chills running down his spine. “You can call me whatever the hell you want,” he decided, wrapping his arms around Buck's waist and flipping them over.

[actual-changeling]

this one is thanks to a post by @thegroovyfool because she is very much correct - we do not talk about aziraphale's "i need you" enough.

so once again, with a deep breath and a sigh, welcome back to alex's unhinged meta corner, where i tear apart the confession scene frame by frame. i'm gonna say, watching this particular clip over and over and focusing on aziraphale's face almost took me out.

let's get into it.

first, how about a little look at our starting point. (any blurry screencaps are due to a LOT of movement on michael's part rip)

crowley is very pointedly facing away from him, he turned after aziraphale said "we can be together - angels!", presumably because being offered exactly what he wants in the one way he cannot have it fried his brain, cause besties it surely fried mine.

aziraphale on the other hand looks openly desperate, which is why he says "i need you." more on that later. let's have a look at how he says it, because michael "microexpressions" sheen is putting in the work.

to me, he seems close to tears, his eyes are glistening in that specific "i'm about to cry my eyes out" way i know from looking in the mirror while crying

he is trying to get crowley to listen to him and to turn around. he wants crowley to face him, which is something most people tend to want during an argument. talking to someone who is not looking at you tends to make someone frustrated and like they're not hearing you/do not care about what you have to say.

aziraphale looks close to despair, his i need you is a plea to crowley to come with him. he is opening himself up not just emotionally but physically, too.

he slightly leans forward, his arms are raised and seem to both slightly grasp for crowley and point towards his chest/heart for emphasis. the pure pain visible on his face knocks the air out of me every single time i look at it.

aziraphale is admitting to needing him, something he has never done before, hell, he has told him the exact opposite on numerous occasions. i don't need you. and while they both knew it was a) a lie and b) a way for him to deal with his conflicting emotional standpoints and cognitive dissonance, it still hurt crowley every. single time.

crowley was there for him no matter what, he knows aziraphale needs him but he came back and remained at his side even when he was pushed away and more or less openly insulted. he endured it all.

aziraphale saying i need you now is pretty much a slap in the face but also what crowley needs to hear. as with everything that happens during the entire conversation, the timing is fucked up and they're talking past each other.

in my opinion, that is why crowley does not react.

only when aziraphale turns spiteful and starts questioning his understanding (aka calling him stupid without outright saying it) does he re-enter the conversation.

aziraphale, however, is upset. now, i will put on my tinhat for just a second and turn up the insanity because there are two more things i want to talk about.

first, the little stutter at the beginning.

"i ngk - i need you."

my question is - why? why does he stumble over these words in particular when it does not happen with any other sentence? the only other time is right after crowley walks away with his "good luck", he stumbles over crowley's name.

so, in short, it happens when he is either caught off-guard or saying something incredible emotional.

and this, everyone, is where i go unhinged in my interpretation.

what if he initially did not want to say "i need you?" what if he was so caught up in getting crowley to stay/come with him that he did not think and almost confessed another three word sentence?

what if he was about to say "i love you" but stopped himself because no, that's too direct, they don't do that, they can't do that. it goes against EVERYTHING they have silently build over the last six thousand years. so he chokes on it. he chokes on it and instead he says "i need you" because it means the same thing.

i need you. don't leave me. come with me. be an us. go off together.

i forgive you. i love you.

they say it over and over again because that's the only way they can say it.

that is why aziraphale is so angry and upset after saying it. he told crowley he loves him, he needs him, and all he got in return was silence.

the funny part is that this code may have worked before, but it no longer does. crowley is too hurt to listen to what aziraphale is trying to tell him, and aziraphale is equally as hurt and also not listening anymore.

the funny part is that it stopped being about love and started being about sides again. my side, your side, our side. choose a side, choose our side, choose me.

the funny part is that beelzebub and gabriel told them what they need to do, i found something that mattered more to me than choosing sides.

[hitlikehammers]

✨CONCLUSION✨ wherein famous!Steve comes back to regular-guy!Eddie and they're gonna make a ✨HOME TOGETHER✨ (or: Part Ten)

'You think there’s something out there that’s better, or more important, than you?' 💛🎥

<<< back to the red carpet interview // back to the beginning

Eddie actually 100% remembers getting into bed, despite his not-entirely-dramatic-for-the-sake-of-it intentions to wait at the door with a pillow until his Stevie got back.

In the end, he really just wanted to put on one of Steve’s hoodies and bury his face in Steve’spillow and just…sink into Steve as best he could, in the absence of the genuine article.

He took one of the croissants from his bakery trove with him, and yeah, he brought his phone and propped it up and continued to watch Steve talk about him like he’s really something, and—

Now it’s still more dark outside than Eddie’s used to getting up to unprompted. He doesn’t have work—Chrissy’s considerate that way, covered his clients for today and tomorrow, in the hopes that Steve would be back in that timeframe and give Eddie plenty of time to welcome him home properly before diving back in to the daily grind. So, like: why the fuck is he awake—

He freezes when he feels lips press to his temple; gasps because…no way.

No way, because Steve was at the fucking premiere thingy, that couldn’t have possibly ended before midnight here, at the fucking earliest, and—

“Had to go to bed without you,” Steve murmurs against the roots of his hair, so close and warm and intimate; “didn’t want to wake up without you, too.”

And Eddie’s heart just…it clenches, but only like it’s preparing, teeing up before it leaps; before it soars.

Because Steve…Steve is, he…

Steve—Eddie knows—doesn’t fly private if he can avoid it, usually dodges too much attention in first class if he covers his hair, wears his glasses, and grows out his scruff for a couple days, but…there’s no commercial flight that would’ve taken off that late. Wouldn’t have made that kind of time.

He…he is…

“You’re unbelievable,” Eddie gapes at him a little, reaches to guide his face down so he can kiss Steve deep enough to taste his fucking soul, only breaking to breathe and gasp against his lips:

“You’re incredible.”

Eddie leans in to go back to kissing, to drowning in his Stevie wholly and thoroughly and without relent but Steve slides his cheek against Eddie’s, burrows a little in Eddie hair and kisses down toward his ear to murmur there, a heady exhale that shivers down Eddie’s spine.

“Then we’re well matched,” and Steve’s hands slip under Eddie’s sweatshirt—Steve’s sweatshirt—and fan upward with questing fingertips to dance across Eddie’s chest; “because I don’t think I’ve ever even imagined someone so incredible,” Steve huffs as he makes Eddie tremble for the soft touch to his nipples on top of the overfullness of feelinghe’s already stretched to bursting with:

“And I cannot believe that you’re mine.”

Suddenly—or maybe not really suddenly at all—Eddie cannot wait any longer. He can’t let anymore heartbeats happen in the universe where Steve’s told the whole world he was Eddie’s, without Eddie…without Eddie making damn fucking sure that Steve knows how wholly and completely that sentiment is matched and shared and his in return.

So he reaches, curls bis hand at the side of Steve’s neck and eases him back up, frames Steve’s face to be cradled against both his palms:

“If,” and Eddie strokes the pads of both thumbs against those cheekbones, under the soft hollows of those beloved fucking eyes.

“If it’s not too much to ask,” and Steve leans into him like a natural impulse, like it’s wired into him as a rule and Eddie feels his pulse trip, caught on itself again like seems the norm now but then also caught on the fact of Steve in his hands, pressed against his body, his heart all tangled and skipping and goddamn rejoicing in it, in them, and he—

“I am so fucking in love with you,” Eddie breathes, feels his heart in it as it damn well should be; will always be: ”and I want to go house hunting with you, for our house, our home, and I want to marry you and make your coffee every single morning for forever and write you fucking whole albums full of songs just about the color of your eyes or the shape of your smile or what it feels like in your arms, and I want to stand beside you and show the whole goddamn world how proud I am when you walk that carpet, and I want to take care of you every single day for always and I, I just,” Eddie’s breath catches when he finally breaks to take one at all, breathing secondary to the words, to the feelinghe needs to be so fucking sure he gets across in its entirety, nothing lost or left behind because it’s basically the most important and consequential and life-altering thing he’s ever known or felt and he, he—

“I want to keep you, Stevie,” he rasps a little, because the emotion’s all woven into his ribs, tucked close and tight and forever, and tugging it up to speak plain is the most exquisite sort of ache: “I never want a tomorrow that doesn’t have you.”

Steve’s watching him, but his eyes are so big, and Eddie feels enveloped, drank in but in a way that holds him and keeps him so fucking warm, that rises through him in the most delicious gentle swell of something heated and elated at the very same time and Eddie never wants to not be in the embrace of that feeling, of Steve’s attention, of Steve’s…

Steve’s love.

“If that’s not too—”

He starts to speak, tries to find something to say to make it even more clear what he wants, what he’s offering as if it’s not what he’s been offering from the very start, what he’s been seeping from his pores and bleeding from every word and look and touch and just…it’s been there.

Always, it’s been there. His heart knew it, felt it the whole goddamn time.

He starts to speak, but then Steve is reaching for him, cupping his face in his hands and pulling him in to kiss like he’s trying to lick the essence of Eddie’s fucking being out of him and…well, shit.

Eddie’s already given that to him, but it’s still kind of the most exhilarating feeling in the whole fucking world.

“It’s all I’ve wanted, baby,” Steve pants into his open mouth, ready for Eddie’s heart and soul to feel full-on: “for months.”

Eddie feels his whole body fucking…ascend somehow. The soul Steve’s coaxed up his throat needs to rise to the fucking stratosphere, so he’s really no match for the strength of it as it surges forward with the only answer he has:

“It’s all I’ve wanted since that first night in the bar.”

Because Eddie wasn’t exaggerating when he said he’d known it the whole goddamn time.

Steve’s eyes sparkle at him as he marvels, a little slack-jawed, more than a little wonder-struck:

“That far back?” he asks it like it’s difficult to comprehend. Not to believe Eddie, but to…process that it could have really been always, just to grow now into more always.

“I just knew, right off the bat,” Eddie holds Steve’s cheek delicate in one hand, and moves the other to Steves's chest, still dressed in that fucking sinful button-up that’d been under the suit from the red carpet; presses just enough to catch the precious beat below:

“You were always something outta this world.”

And Steve fucking beams, and Eddie can only turn toward, lean further into the sun of him, of all that he is as he tips his forehead to rest against Eddie’s as he breathes:

“Now we’re something outta this world.”

And Eddie could never, would never try to stop the desire to return that smile, to share the unfathomable amount of lightness, the joy in his chest as he presses a kiss to Steve’s blinding grin because he fucking can; as he huffs something close to a laugh, if a laugh was so much more:

“The outta-this-worldiest.”

And Steve chases his lips, and the way they kiss is more like sharing, trading delight between eager mouths and Eddie never wants it to end and it’s never going to, it’s never going to—

“Geist.”

Steve gasps it, and Eddie pulls back, studies him and tries to tease out the meaning of the seemingly untethered sound but then:

“If you wanna stay in Indy,” Steve looks up through his lashes in that absolutely irresistible way of his and it’s not just how unabashedly stunning he is that stops Eddie in his tracks with it, it’s the fact that oh, oh he’s talking about a place, a place near where Eddie’s apartment is, where they are right now and what, what if he means—

“There are a couple of really nice places up for sale in Geist.”

That.

What if Steve means that.

What even happens, when all of Eddie wildest dreams decide to fall into his lap not by chance, but because he has a love that’s just that big?

And fuck yes, Eddie’s eyes sting a little, and his throat has to work around how much it all is, but then he thinks of them, in a house that’s a home, and he remembers out of nowhere the moment he consciously realized that they already had one, that the life they were building was a forever kinda affair, and he thinks about that afternoon on the couch, sprawled over each other, and he giggles, he fucking giggles and draws Steve in so goddamn close just to whisper into his ear so he can feel when Steve remembers too, because he knows Steve will, he knows not because of the show, not because House Hunters is inherently memorable but because they are undeniably memorable—them, the two of them, with everything:

“Always did want a waterfront.”

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[yharnamsnewslug]

In a time when transandrophobia is finally being spoken of and being discussed, there's now an extremely transmisogynistic copypasta being sent to a bunch of transfeminine folk and the first thing I want to say is "this is obviously to invite conflict between transmascs and transfems" because that has happened before and will happen again - in both directions (there's been copypastas of people pretending to be trans women who hate trans men but 1. You never trust a fucking anon and 2. A Trans Woman Would Not Fucking Say That).

But also ignoring the fact that I've scrolled on the transandrophobia tag AND seen actual transmisogyny from other trans folks would be incredibly irresponsible of me. And it's not the way I work, the way I want to be. Ignoring that there's an issue in the first place, small or big or whatever it actually is (because I block these people, so I don't see the extent of it and my scope IS limited) would be a huge asshole move of me. It would be doing what we're saying other trans people are doing with us.

There's a lot of inflammatory posts going around right now and I just wish people would take a deep breath and have the perspective and humility to say that while this COULD be a troll, it could also be someone being a 100% serious. If trans women who abhorr trans men exist, the opposite can and also does exist. Dismissing it is bullshit, in my opinion.

I want to open up a conversation, not shut it down immediately. That's why we began to talk about transandrophobia in the first place - to broaden the conversation about transphobia. So I hope whomever that copypasta anon is, if they're not a fucking troll, to get their head out of their fucking ass and kick it to the ocean.

We are supposed to work TOGETHER. Shut the fuck up, trans women and transfeminine people are not people to be harmed, to be fixed, to be put against. They're allies, and friends, and people who are suffering alongside us. If you cannot get that through your head, you're not good for this fucking movement. You're not an activist, you're a fucking bully.

That's it, that's all I have to say.

[shadowqueenjude]

Azriel is jealous of Lucien

Azriel is 100% jealous of Lucien and here is, in my opinion, why: 1. There's the obvious factor: he has a mate and Azriel does not (or so he thinks). He's jealous of Rhysand and Cassian for this but he still manages to be happy for them because they're his closest friends. But he perceives Lucien as this "outsider," yet he got a mate while Azriel did not. 2. Truthfully? Lucien and Azriel have many similarities, particularly when you consider their backstories. Both grew up in abusive households and have difficulty getting over females that are not their mates despite their conviction that they are (Jesminda and Mor). Both feel like outsiders, although it's wild that Azriel feels that way considering he has Rhys and Cass but whatever. They even both have scars as a result of unbearable cruelty. But while Azriel came out of that situation with unresolved anger issues and a tendency towards violence (as demonstrated during the High Lord's meeting) and a darkness to him, Lucien came out of that situation a gentleman, still managing to be kind and with an incredible amount of self-restraint and lightness to him (and typically opting for nonviolence). Azriel sees himself as a bad person and he resents the fact that Lucien still maintains himself as a good person despite it all. 3. Lucien was easily accepted as a part of the group as his true self (or that's what Azriel sees) while Azriel still feels like he can't be his true self. He admitted in the bonus chapter that he only lets Rhys see the full extent of his anger because Rhysand is the only one who can match it. So, he doesn't even show his full anger to Cassian or Feyre. And look at them during the solstice in ACOSF: Rhys sprawled in an armchair, and Cassian occupied a second armchair with Lucien leaning against it, arguing with them about something that seemed related to a sporting event.

vs Azriel: Azriel lingered near the door, quiet enough that when Feyre and Mor began talking about some of her paintings, Nesta went over to him.

Lucien, with his ability to talk with people, worked his magic on Rhysand and Cassian easily. Lucien, despite having to deal with the strain of the mating bond, is still managing to converse with them while their own best friend of centuries cannot bear the scent of Lucien's bond, even though the person most affected by it isn't him. 4. Azriel feels replaced by Lucien. He is the Inner Circle's spy, mainly, but he isn't good for much else if we're being honest. Lucien, on the other hand, can ALSO spy. Evidence: Lucien took a steadying breath, and I wondered—wondered if being emissary also meant being spymaster.

Apart from that, he has exceptional abilities with people. He was instantly seen working his magic when the IC was having difficulty working out a time and place for the High Lord meeting. He helped create the antidote for the faebane as well. Then there's Azriel's other use: being a warrior. Lucien is a warrior too. And he is so powerful that he was able to venture into the continent by himself where even Rhysand with all his power feared to tread and come back with a large army which was essential for their victory. And post-war, he is the one keeping Prythian together, along with his beloved older brother Eris. He had to give Lucien credit: the male was somehow able to move between his three roles—an emissary for the Night Court, ally to Jurian and Vassa, and liaison to Tamlin—and still dress immaculately. Then there is this from Azriel: “No. But we need to summon Lucien,” Azriel said, just a shade tightly, as if he didn’t like it one bit. Elriels take this to be about Elain, but I actually believe this is further evidence of his complete and utter jealousy. It pains him to admit that the IC needs Lucien even more than they already did. With Lucien's increased role, Azriel's role further diminishes in Az's eyes. So when Azriel says he thinks "Lucien will never be good enough for her?" He is projecting his own feelings onto Lucien. Deep down he knows that he is completely and utterly wrong for Elain and that Lucien is 100% right for her. When he says that he'd "Defeat Lucien with little effort?" In his mind, it's a chance to regain some of his worth. He perceives that his only value to the IC is his spying and warrior abilities. He wants to prove that Lucien can't replace him because Azriel is better at these things. But in reality, he can't possibly believe he'd defeat the male who dominated Cassian with one word with little effort. Because even if he wasn't there for that moment, he knows Lucien survived the continent. He knows everything Lucien has been through and has definitely sparred with the guy. And we know Rhys agreed with him to keep him from getting any angrier or more frustrated. The beef between Azriel and Lucien is soooo one-sided. Lucien thinks of him as a decent dude! These two could be best friends if Azriel got over his dumb jealousy. But I don't care; I'm a Lucien stan for life and you'd better start treating my man right. Going through trauma is NOT an excuse to choke people or challenge them to blood duels. Lucien has gone through plenty and he hasn't even lashed out at anyone, even though he'd be completely valid for doing so. Learn from Lulu, Az.

[pseudowho]

Is living domestic life what you imagined it to be as a child/teen? I never thought I'd live this long and I dont know for how long I'll live anyway, but the thought of joy being found in the mundane keeps me going. Is it worth it?

By "domestic life", am I first to assume that you mean a 'nuclear family' in the classic sense?

Based on context, I'm going to assume so.

I also don't know why you feel, strictly, that you should have died and may yet die soon. I cannot make any assumptions on your health, physical or mental, so this also means all I can give you is my own experience. I don't mean to advise one not asking for advice, anyway; all you have asked for is insight.

So I came from the sort of family where, for the most part, being 'a mother' was every woman's main identity. It was just what the women were. For most of my life, I never assumed I would be anything but a mother. It's funny, because in hindsight, none of the rest of my life and career aspirations strictly matched with being 'a mother' in the traditional sense, so I clearly had a long term delusion, there.

If I had known how distinctly in possession of myself I was, I might have known how hard it would be to give myself up, for babies.

Either way...for context: I fell very hard in love, and we grew up together (from ages 14/15) still in love, and we are now 31 and 32. I am a midwife, he is an English Professor/Lecturer and Teacher. We married aged 22/23. We have three sons, aged 7, 4 and 1.

Good things about domestic life:

Loneliness isn't a thing, here.

Lots and lots of affection, both physical and emotional.

The load of life is shared (note: I have a husband who is very, very outside of the norm, with no toxic masculinity and an approach to equality/equitability in work, childcare and housework).

When you are your own family unit, you're pressured less by family to get involved in their shit. Because you've got your own shit.

Living with the love of your life is amazing.

Having babies who are half you, and half the love of your life, is an incredibly beautiful thing.

Raising babies, although supremely difficult, is a joy.

Taking turns being at home and at work is helpful.

You learn to be much more compromising, patient and forgiving.

Bad things about domestic life:

You don't realise how much personal identity, independence or privacy you will lose, being a parent.

Exhaustion.

Parenting is hard. Really hard. Really, really hard.

Finding time for each other, as a couple, is also hard. Any time you do find, at least one of you is likely exhausted.

Good god, so much cooking.

Good god, so much laundry.

Good god, I swear I just vacuumed yesterday.

Good god, groceries are expensive.

Barely keeping your head above water with life admin and finances and childrearing and housework and work and life and ever having any time alone, is absolutely real.

Very very little downtime.

If you are someone who finds joy in the mundane, then yes, you may find a lot of joy in domesticity. So much of it really is mundane; being at home with kids, is often simultaneously boring and stressful. Very odd. Perhaps I'll miss it when they're older.

My personal favourite moment, is the happy sigh at the end of every day, when the kids are in bed, and the house is largely clean, where you fall into each other's arms, and he looks at you like you built the world for him, and just says:

"Hello. You are beautiful."

And I bury my face in his chest, and breathe in the smell of him, and the stale cologne, and the sweat, and life, and say:

"God, I missed you. More than you know."

And it's basically the same, every day.

In a kind of beautiful way.

Love,

-- Haitch xxx

[castlebyersafterdark]

thinking about how will sounds in bed thanks to noah should be obvious and yet im like 😳🥵 at the thought... I just know will would have nice choked sounds and picturing in his same tone (noah even makes his voice a little higher for will too, o hope he does in s5 too) is really doing it for me rn. the way he says "mike" in the show?? fuck!

and mike's will voice in bed???? /passes out/

Voice kink made some of yall pop offfff (There were several other similar anons, so sorry if I didn't pick yours but I just had to whittle down repetitive ones. Love everyone 😘❤️)

Linking my original thoughts from the ask "who is louder" because that's relevant and before I get repetitive, but I probably will. All good!

There's so many vivid scenarios for these two. Love the higher pitched voice for Will. I like that he's sensitive and gentle, and he doesn't have to change to fit anyone's vision of how and who he should be. The acting behind him has been incredible at bringing him to life. On that note - time and time again I will go to bat for my boy finally allowing himself to accept love and experience pure pleasure once Mike takes him to bed and takes him the fuck apart. Very hard for our composed, quiet boy Will to stay quiet once Mike and him get together. That soft voice gets so high and breathy, kind of shocking them both at the beginning when something really feels good and he moans loud. He literally cannot be quiet. I think a lifetime of staying quiet, making himself smaller both emotionally and physically just breaks at a point. He doesn't need to be like that with Mike, who just completely accepts him and they learn each other in new ways. And in regards to intimacy, Mike wants to hear him. When the setting is appropriate (times occur often where Will's stream of whimpers and gasps sound way too loud when they're trying to get away with stuff in a house with others home), Mike encourages Will not to hide and just let go.

His voice is nice and deep and sends shivers up Mike's spine when he's talking low to Mike, sweet talk and dirty talk as they're lying in bed together, teasing each other to start. His laughter and giggles are high and breathy, moans are a humming reverb that they both feel against their skin when pressed so close together, voice low as he's giving Mike sweet praise that in turn has Mike whining, groaning sometimes as he hides behind a hand or muffled with his face turned into the bed to hide his red-faced embarrassment despite the fact that Mike loves and craves it. Will's pitch reaches an impressive octave once Mike's inside him, sharp pleasure matching his tone, hitching breath as he chokes on the occassional sob. Noisy boy. He just feels everything so deeply, and as they learn and explore together, he allows himself to embrace it as confidence grows.

Mike. Oh, Mike. Babbler, hyper talkative in bed. He's super sweet, with that soft voice that just makes Will absolutely melt. Whispering encouragement. Turns into so much more when that sweet voice starts detailing complete filth, dirty talk that shocks them both. He's so honest when he's turned on. Even in bed together, its just them, of course it's just them, but Mike gets caught in his head sometimes, possessive. The world doesn't want them to have this. Mine. Some guy or girl made a pass at his boyfriend. Mine. Will wants him to push him around, get a little rougher with him, and Mike is more than willing. He's in control of what he wants, shaking off the shackles of whatever notion rears an ugly head, holding him back. Sometimes it just feels good to be wanted like that, the way Will wants him, so desperately sometimes. Makes him desperate, too, drives him crazy. Mine. Normally soft voice deeper, the chatter is replaced by primal pleasure, essentially a growl as he both takes pleasure and gives it, even gives a little pain because that's what Will asked for. Don't treat him like he's fragile. He wants it until he cries. Mike can do that. He's a man of wildly swinging emotions at times, and the trust of being allowed to become a little wild is heavenly. 😘

[chasedeys]

I need your thoughts bc i’m trying to write a story & obviously we ‘know’ how joemarr’s relationship is but do you think joe and ja’marr (separately or together lol) are closer to tee or justin?? AND how do you think their relationship is with both guys. because for me sometimes it’s like joe is tee’s big brother but idk… help. please.

hello!!! (so very sorry this took. so very long. but it's here! and i rambled way too much but at the same time nothing of substance on this sort of 😭)

in a completely non pushy very excited way what fic are you writing hehe any mention of a joemarr fic in progress and i perk up like a lemur. no pressure though keep it all to yourself I'm just nosy lol

and i feel like you are completely free to decide who's closer to who based on your own fic's direction?? like me personally it depends 😭 cannot be definitive for the life of me. i myself have totally sometimes Cartoonify friendships just for the Sake of the Bit you know? but like not too much or it just gets disrespectful and annoying and i try to stay true to their character or whatever really i don't actually know these people lol

the Vibes that i sense and also some i've made up completely in my head are kind of like this:

over the years, i feel like joemarr have grown wayyyy closer to tee and have grown apart from justin. and that's to be given really considering they're now teammates with tee and justin is in a whole other team making whole other moves than them! and that's okay! they aren't made to be forever linked together, they're their own people, making their own marks in the league! but they're always going to have that 2018-19-20 lsu insanity with them and i am always going to mention that in my fics! and nobody's going to forget that college run i fear 2019 lsu is kind of legendary lmao these three are always going to be asked about each other and their pasts linked to each other no matter what and that's honestly really beautiful if you think abt it.

ja'marr and tee -> god these two. i think ja'marr is just. so obsessed with tee. just. incredibly fond of tee. unwilling to let him go. incapable of being chill about him (like he is about anybody who has somehow hit certain standards that only he knows). and i went on a spiel here where i suggest you read bc it's weirdly more well written than what i wrote here 😭. basically, i think he looks up so much to tee because tee is someone who he gets to let his guard down and be just a team player with. does that make sense. it really honestly boils back down to comparing it to justin and that sounds bad but i don't know how to explain it better?? that sounds kind of wrong tbh arhgrhgrh. it's like with tee he doesn't have to keep clawing for his spot or compete as much or whatever. like tee is clearly such an amazing wr, clearly a wr1 caliber player like ja'marr, yet he doesn't fight with ja'marr over his looks or plays or spot like justin does with him, which has to be like a breath of fresh air for ja'marr and he's said it himself all 'tee is the most unselfish player'. like that means something to him. ja'marr cares so much for tee's opinions, tee constantly singing ja'marr praises and ja'marr being so sooo silent whenever tee goes on a rant abt him like he doesn't know what to say he just hugs tee with one arm and says appreciate you so quietly (HE DOES THIS A LOT WHEN HE GETS COMPLIMENTED BTW. DO YOU NOTICE THIS. and there's so many fucking clips of them just wrapped around each other after a tuddy just!!! so cute.), and ja'marr known outrageous mother hen ja'marr chase making (speculationnnn) tee change agents and taking him to his massage therapist (in his fucking houseeee i went on a rant here god this is still so crazy to me) and nagging at tee in his mic'ed up moments so many times that feel good play good thing like. he tries to big brother tee so much when tee's the one big brothering him you know 😭 it's so funny god their dynamic is so fucking funny to me. (ja'marr tries so hard to be mature and captain-like whatever and he is good at it you know but 😭 with tee and joe and like all the bengals vets like mike h and sam and even with yoshi whos the same age as him yk it's so very clear he's the baby lmao.) he's trying so hard to take care of tee, keep him safe and well and healthy and with him, doesn't want him to leave. OH AND they went to this showroom thing where they shopped for stuff and ja'marr went with tee (!!!!!!!) and asked tee's opinion for a belt or something and tee was all dude just choose whatever you want it's soooo cute god they're so cute to me (there was also that fucking loverboy beanie im obsessed with that ja'marr didn't even glance at im so pissed. im so fucking pissed what do i have to do to get him to wear a cat beanie this shit is serious to me) like ja'marr wants to know what tee thinks!! he values his opinions!!!! even for fucking clothes!!!! god. and he knows he plays better with tee with him on that field okay, he says that with tee he doesn't get double teamed as much, and he while he's proven that he plays just as well without tee, that piece of comfort having another wr1 with him (his best friend!!!) has got to be something he wants to keep for eternity (ahahaha, verbatim ofc).

joe and tee -> joe dotes over tee lmao you can't deny that man is besotted (ja'marr is too actually 😭 they both are it's completely understandable but at the same time you just have to close your eyes and wince bc that's embarrassing. please chill the fuck out you do not need to laugh that loud over a single sentence from tee. but again: completely understandable because tee is tee. like that batman hard knocks ep. tee said one fucking sentence and joemarr just. rolled over showed their belly panting it's embarrassingggg) he's soooooooo starry eyed over him, so shamelessly coddling (?) that game hug nuzzle the first time, the broncos game where it looked like he bit his neck, this pre season's training camp (?) laughing sooo freely with tee, every sentence out of him these past few weeks on tee staying in cincy 'tee is a NEED', etc etc like i know you said he's acting like tee's big brother which i agree with completely 100% but it's also like he can be such a little brother with tee!! it's like he can let go and not be a responsible person with tee idk does that make sense. joe totally acting like tees older brother but the thing is tee is doing it right back he's just chiller about it like he doesn't have to think too hard on it unlike joe who thinks he has to be this guy 24/7. it's like joe is unused to having such a down-to-earth sane (still hilariously unhinged but sane you know) guy who makes good choices when he's been stuck with guys like ja'marr and justin who are kind of. well. so he can let up and have tee take care of him for a change! well this isn't like this 100% of the time obviously but you get where i'm going with this right (god I'm so sorry this is a mess) also tee's like. really fucking funny and sweet and joyous to be around is there really any surprise that joemarr are smitten with him lmao. i think joe tweeted something abt playing with tee for a long time when they got drafted together?? kill me. no really kill me.

who do you think brought up that tee should just change agents to ja'marr's lmaooo do you think tee brought up his agent being so fucking argumentative that ja'marr tells him to tell him to fuck off and just switch to his. and then they all go dead silent about this including ja'marr because it was one of those things that he said without thinking. like literal light bulbs going off above their heads at the same time before they start scheming shit calling lawyers and ja'marr's agents at like 2 a.m trying to figure shit out 'playing chess'. or did ja'marr and tee discover this first like 'oh??? we can?? do it probably??' and call joe frantically like can we do it and joe hangs up on them without saying anything and the got so fucking offended only for joe to turn up in their place (either one idk) one minute later probably breaking the speed of light and boom. ja'marr has his claws on tee and he's not letting go ever.

joe and justin -> while yes i said that joemarr grew apart from justin i feel like joe is like the type of person to just. be shameless in reconnecting with people he's grown apart from. while ja'marr is. very petty. lmao. i think joe is just very shameless when he reaches out to people. he, like ja'marr, is insanely loyal and values friendship to a concerning degree. he keeps contact with practically any person he grows attached to and texts them regularly and by that i mean that even if he gets ghosted or there's a ridiculously long period of dead silence between them he still texts first like 'hey bro long time no talk u in town do you wanna watch the new spongebob movie tomorrow' and bulldozes through the awkwardness like he doesn't even see it. which works with justin!! who i think kind of sucks at keeping in touch with people (like ja'marr, see below sooo sorry this is so shittily structured) and he hangs out with a lot of people during the offseason no? (its sooooo fascinating to me how he's sooo introverted and technically a hermit but he's also suchhhhh an outgoing little busybody you know and constantly reaches out to people first? like to gronk????? who does that.) including justin who has the same agent! having the same agent works wonders in keeping the connection no doubt too lmao. the paris fashion week thing etc. i think i've said it before but joe falls in love with every teammate he's ever gotten close to and that very much includes justin jefferson who helped him achieve his Insane Ambition of getting the natty so he's not letting him go even the slightest bit really. also qb-wr connection is practically something otherworldly really so really something to keep in mind when writing quarterbacks with former teammates they've thrown to lol. especially joe, who's kind of crazy 😭. i mean look at all his wristbands and sweatshirts and moving to lsu and hanging on to the playoffs by the skin of his teeth and all that jazz. he does Not let go easily. truly an interesting man to write.

ja'marr and justin -> those type of near aged siblings who fight over the weirdest shit and get stupidly competitive over everything and disgustingly annoyingly overly smug over a win that they get into stupid fights one minute only to slam open the other's bedroom door the next hour saying excitedly 'bitch i got free coupons for ice cream' and the other immediately goes 'DAMN RIGHT let me drive' completely forgetting that they were fighting and then the cycle repeats all over again. you can see just how disgustingly close they were together during lsu and that's not really something that just goes away even through time you know? but i do believe they've both grown individually as people and maybe they wouldn't get along as well now as they do then because again, they've been pitted against each other over and over and over and fucking over oh my god but the love they have for each other is clear as they really when you take in account all they've been through together. and i've said up above how their entire thing has been drenched with Competition and that's different with ja'marr's thing with tee and that's not to say that he doesn't enjoy the competition with justin he clearly loves it lmao he wouldn't be such a good player in the league if he hates it lol. more said down below because again, very shittily structured :)

justin and tee -> they should date idk (i think i had a fic idea for them somewhere in my writing tag ehehe)

on the lsu trio specifically lol didn't know how to insert it up above so:

i think justin and ja’marr are both the type to be shit at replying to texts 😔 like sure they'd text you and stuff but. they ignore so many texts whether intentionally or not. they've both said they don't talk with each other etc etc haHAhaaHHAa pain. if i may Speculate: they both probably tried texting on the regular but suck sooooooo bad at it it just peters off (is that the right fucking word oh my god why is the english language so fucking difficult that is literally a NAME) pathetically like ja'marr texted tuesday 8 p.m and justin replies on saturday 11.59 pm to which ja'marr replies to that at wednesday 1.25 a.m do you get me. and they can't standddd this type of shit 😭 kind of low attention span kind of deal and also losing interest on the text convo and having so much shit going on irl that they just don't really text anymore??

joe is like the opposite of this he replies to texts late max 2 days tops but he’s just shit at text talk. absolutely 0 flair to his words. desperately needs to learn tone indicators but people he texts have grown completely used to this and either accepts they will never understand him or, like ja’marr and justin and tee, somehow understands him 98% and bulldozes through his awkward texting and also shits on him liberally. but even if people reply to him late he'd just continue with the convo completely dead serious abt it uncaring how long you text and never the one to end convos and that's weirdly how he keeps such close contact with people he hasn't seen in years??

that's not to say that justin and ja'marr don't vibe with each other anymore lol it's kind of difficult to let go of what two years of practically living in each other's pockets being the Best at what they do. it's just they've also grown so much apart and bloom into way different people than who they knew each other to be. the random ass rarri truck comment is still so confusing to me though like. are you two okay. what was that. did your agents tell you to do something. could you two please interact irl again so i can obsessively analyze whatever the fuck you got going on actually. maybe make out on camera too idk.

also they have such the shittiest friendship humor that only people in their circle would get you know 😭 constantly shitting on each other (ja'marr does it in front of cameras while justin knows pr talk and actually exercises it well. hence the amount of people shitting on ja'marr for saying shit they themselves have said and joke about their friends. pisses me off.) and outrageously competitive people who are undeniably the best at what they do getting compared to each other constantly and their history of ja'marr technically having beaten justin during college and coming into the league with justin breaking several type of records while ja'marr breaks a whole different set of records etc etc just 😭 do you get me. i am so Sensitive about these two pls nobody touch me about them im sorry..........

joe and justin having the same agents and then tee and ja'marr having the same agents is kind of crazy tbh. tee and justin should date just for this quartet to go straight into Messy.

disclaimer this is all pure Speculation and just me making shit up tbh using my Noticer Glasses that gets cloudy from my own delusions so take this with a grain of salt!

ALSO during college i think it's like. justin was really close to joe bc they're the same year (?) right seniors or whatever closer in age and they're clearly best friends. but justin and ja'marr were like twin flames, same position, and they're kind of insane abt each other during college lmao that one clip post natty win of justin leaning back to ja'marr is like burned into my head. and ja'marr was sooo unsure abt joe at first and joe was kind of way too intense without saying a single thing to ja'marr but just staring at him while justin was like the bridge between these two!! that's like a whole other thing about joemarr and justin that's sooo fun to write about truly i love Speculating lsu days crushes and justin being a little shit about them. (lsu ask i swear i'll finish answering you one day auguauguhsuhg)

[gaydiation-poisoning]

OKAY SO

Uh

My old out of date PMD Team post has been discovered and I think it's time I posted an updated one

Let's talk

✨TEAM GALAXY✨

Members:

Perdita (aka Perdi)

Gender: Female

Species: Cyndaquil

Age: 16(?)

Details:

Perdita is a smart cookie, small and kinda chubby with large round glasses.

She is obsessed with all things pokemon biology, to a slightly insane degree.

Quick as a whip at rooting out weaknesses, and absolutely CRACKED at sentry duty.

She can be a little blunt dry and sarcastic, which is off-putting to some. She also has a slight ego that can make her stubborn at times, but she's deeply empathetic and will often look out for others even to her own detriment.

Can't produce flames from her back at first, so attacks are weak, thus she prefers to stick to throwing items such as thorns, seeds, and orbs. (When she has her glasses anyway, she's blind as hell without them)

Darius

Gender: Male

Age: 19

Species: Rowlet

Details:

Darius is a bit of a cynical young man, lean and prefers to stand tall, overall friendly but likely to hold a grudge.

He doesn't know much about Pokémon, but he's incredibly agile and aware of his environment at all times. Highly likely to fight head on.

He's a crack shot with his feather darts, as if he'd been doing it his whole life. If given a target he's more than likely to hit the mark straight on.

Cannot fly early on due to an injured wing, thus tends to stick to the ground and has to get good with his footwork.

HOW THEY MET

Two pokemon awoke side by side on the beach, soaked in saltwater.

A Cyndaquil and a Rowlet, strangers, gripping each other's hands as if for dear life.

The pair pull apart, confused as to who the other is and why they were holding onto them. Neither can give an answer.

They exchange names, Perdita and Darius. They're good names, they both like the others.

As they talk they discover something odd, they both share the exact same story.

Both seem to have amnesia, they can remember nothing beyond their own names before waking up here,

And, most oddly, they both recall being human prior to this, with no idea how they suddenly appeared as talking pokemon.

Tucked beneath one wing the Rowlet holds something close to himself, a stone, emblazoned with an odd pattern. It isn't familiar to either of them, but neither is anything anymore.

So that's all they have between them, two eerily similar stories and an odd chunk of rock.

Eventually, deciding they'd rather not sit in the cold salty air any longer, they stand and wander off until they reach the nearest building, which luckily isn't too far away.

A large imposing tent towered over them, with a large wooden grate fitted into the ground. Darius attempted to approach when a harsh voice BELLOWED up from beneath them, both fearing hostility and frightened for their lives they fled back to the beach.

They catch their breath and try to discuss what to do, when a pair of pokemon whom they hadn't noticed tailing them pounced, knocking them aside and swiping the stone fragment before making their getaway.

Panicked at the loss of their one potential link to the past, Perdita and Darius give chase, stumbling through the winding corridors of Beach Cave as they figure out their new bodies and capabilities.

(Perdita in particular struggles, she can't see clearly and is certain she must have had glasses but they're gone, resulting in the pair needing to hold hands again to stick together)

When they reach the end of the cave, they battle Zubat and Koffing and somehow come out on top, taking back the stone. Though even they admit they don't know what it is, or if it's even worth fighting for, but it's the one thing they have.

Upon leaving the cave they're quickly approached by another figure, speaking in the first friendly voice they've heard other than each other.

A Bidoof, a pleasant round faced little fellow who seemed to have been running after them. He explained that he'd seen them approach the Guild and then run away, he'd shouted but they'd been in such a panic they'd blasted right past him.

His eyes begin to sparkle as he asks if they just cleared that Mystery Dungeon by themselves, and if they were themselves an Exploration Team.

Perdita and Darius have no idea what to make of any of this. Guild? Mystery Dungeon? Exploration Team? What did any of those mean?

Bidoof, upon realizing, explains to them that Exploration Teams are groups who delve into Mystery Dungeons, like the cave they just cleared, in search of treasure and the mysteries of the world. He figures they'd make a good team! And (rather eagerly) insists if they had nowhere else to go then they should join the Guild!

With no other idea what to do, Perdita and Darius agree. They return to the tent and stand on the grate, this time bearing the shouting as their footprints are identified and they are granted access.

They descend below into the guild and register themselves, the name Team Galaxy comes so easily and somehow feels so fitting that neither object.

Before long they're laying on bundles of straw in a dark room, staring up at the ceiling.

They have no idea what to make of any of this, of why they washed up together, their memory loss, the strange relic they fought for, or what any of this Exploration business was.

But for now it seemed they had a roof over their heads, food, and a place to sleep. It only made sense to stick together, it was undeniable that in some way their pasts connected to bring them both here this way.

So if these Exploration Teams really did look into the mysteries of the world, then maybe they could help them find the cause of what brought them here, and the truth of their strange stone.

Perdita and Darius tell each other it's nice to meet them, and say goodnight, turning over to try and get some sleep.

Both conclude that there was nothing they could do but try their best tomorrow, and maybe, just maybe, things would start to make a little more sense.

[ashton-the-draconid]

The people seemed to like Buddy as a drake, so, time to do more of that, this time with Chase's design! >:) (Please ignore any spelling mistakes I'm begging you)

For those of you who aren't able to read the text, I'll list it below along with some additional information! - Chase ShockWave / Shiver ShockWaves are highly social dragons who live lives similar to many crocodilians. Their main prey is fish, however, they won't hesitate to pick off something smaller. They use their electric powers, which they gain from absorbing sunlight through their photoscales, to sense movement through the water before sending a burst of energy to stun the prey before they swallow it whole with their jaw that can split open (Chase does not have this feature). They are extremely touchy with members of their flock or clan, using their photo scales to transfer energy as a friendly greeting! Shivers are mostly solitary dragons who have an instinctual love for all things metallic and shiny, however, they're also known to be excellent crafters. Though quite stubborn, if a Shiver takes a liking to something, they do everything in their power to protect it, even if it's something living! Gift-giving is in every Shiver's nature, and a good sign of trust is being given or even made a special item by these dragons. With their hot breath, being one of only 3 dragons who can breathe fire, they are no easy prey despite being the smallest species. They fight their battles hard, using everything to their advantage. Their unique ability of being able to send chills through a dragon by locking eyes with them, temporality paralyzing them out of mental fear, is something still being studied. - Buddy Lochin / CastGloom Lochins are the only drake species within the world, and they are the most resourceful of all draconic life. With their ability to shapeshift, they love playing tricks on both friend and foe. Consuming even the tiniest bit of blood, skin, scales, even bones can allow them to mimic any dragon almost perfectly, almost. Though they cannot maintain this form for long, as their need for moisture causes their disguise to fail as soon as they become too wet or dry. Most Lochins live a purely underwater life however, living among large pods where they work together to hunt fish, crabs, urchins, and many other sea life which they crack open with their well developed beaks. They use the patterns on their body as a way of communication, showing off, and intimidation, which each Lochin's pattern being a genetic mix up from their parents! CastGlooms are a sister species of the ShockWave, both coming from the same "true" species of SplitJaw. Just like ShockWaves, CastGlooms go after small prey which they swallow whole. However, that's where their similarities end really. They lunge from the shadows that conceal their bodies like portals, pinning down prey before delivering a fatal blow with their strong arms and swallowing it whole. With incredible paitience, they can track down anything they set their mind to, all while observing undetected. These dragons thrive on the element of surprise, their dark coloration keeping them hidden until a moment too late for whatever they have their sight set on. Though CastGlooms are not the most friendly or caring of dragons, winning the affection will make them show great loyalty, even in the face of moral challenges other dragons would gladly choose themselves over.

This is a series I've had for over 5 years now, and I enjoy turning characters I love into dragons to put into the world. Though I have my own story and characters to share too! Please, feel free to ask away any questions you have, I love sharing my creations. Whether it be about Dragon!Chase / Buddy / Deacon, another fandom I'm in, or my own story.

[nutcasewithaknife]

Idk man there's something so incredibly sad about Phee and Tan's relationship. Like. They met and started working together because they were the only two in the world really fighting to find Non. They barely knew each other, but they understood the guilt of failing him, the desperation of it which was so all-consuming that they chose to twist their life around finding him and finding out what happened. They have had nobody but each other to trust with this.

But they're also different. Phee lost someone he'd just started to love and understand, but he's also falling for another and torn between the two. There's a life he sees outside of this guilt-ridden secret mission. On the other hand, there's Tan. Every bit of him is for finding out what happened to Non. The guilt of failing his brother and losing him is so enormous that he throws away any life he could've built for himself. Lies to his family, loses any friends he may have made at home or in England, loses his future, and then even what's left of his family. There is no turning back because there is nothing else left for him outside of this. All he has is his guilt, the desperate hope of finding Non, and Phee.

And I think Phee feels the weight of that too. If it didn't include abandoning Tan, I think Phee really would have eventually let go. Tan has known his brother all his life, but by the present day, Phee has spent longer looking for answers about Non than he's ever known him!! It would've been heartbreaking and he would feel guilty forever but he would let the past lie and rebuild a life, if it weren't for Tan. But Tan cannot turn back, and after all this while, after having kept each other company through all this so long, Phee can't bring himself to break with Tan either. Its guilt of course, and after all those years it may also be genuine care for Tan as a person. He will stay and breathe life into Tan even as he burns himself up in search of Non.

[shierak-inavva]

Feral for how many people love your art of Rogueneto. Beautiful. I’d love nothing more than marvel comics to give them a proper chance for once, comics are all about new and fresh ideas. It’s a new era, they deserve it, the fans deserve it. Everything in marvel always comes full circle so I don’t see why the harm is, look at Spiderman and MJ, divorced after how many years in 616??? Still together in other comics like Ultimate S-M and they’re BETTER for it. That’s what it’s all about.

I used to be romy but I don’t ship them anymore, too much, too long, too boring. Give them something new. I’m not even a Rogueneto shipper but they’re sweet and it’s joyful to see Rogue’s new era (with what could have been but kept getting crapped on) I know a lot of Gambit fans feel the same as Rogue fans on wanting something new and exciting like how comics used to be. Personally I jumped off the ship when KT refused to let the characters go and made them an item again & the wedding was all for shock value and meaningless imo. I miss them being fleshed out characters instead of a tunnel vision trope that’s doing them both more harm than good - I love BOTH characters, that’s why I want what’s best for them & Mags is a hottie. Let characters grow and change damn it!!!

Very glad SL is doing so well, it’s a cool comic, love the art and the validation for TS for all he’s had to suffer over it. I’m not hopeful for change but if x-office knew what was good for them they’d switch it up. If they can divorce Spider-Man and MJ… romy isn’t something to sweat. Look at Thinkfast and all the other loved ships that have been shaken up, nobody died from it, it can happen again somewhere some time once the characters grow and change and get their own arcs for a while - what comics are all about! And the new ships that are being explored!! Currently obsessed over Kwannon & Greycrow. New, exciting!! Keeping fans engaged. How it should be.

Love your art, so soft and pretty. Thank you for sharing!

first off: thank you so much!! i'm so glad you like it!!

i'm still a relative newcomer to this fandom, something i've talked about in other asks i've answered, but i've been trying to do my reading and keep up with things/get deeper into the history behind everything. reading the comics in a binge rather than waiting for issues and new runs to come out has definitely given me a lot of fatigue for rogue/gambit; it's pretty clear most writers have no idea where to go with them as a couple and it shows in how their stories are all just about the same thing over and over or else the two of them get sidelined--and then there's...whatever is going on in UXM's current issues.

i agree with you that the x-offices need to figure out that change is good; what's fascinated me so much is that rogue & magneto's breakup in legacy set up such a GOOD arc for their characters (at least very much for rogue specifically) and after a while of them being apart, to bring them together again could have been incredibly satisfying especially if it happened when rogue was leading a team, buuut unfortunately i don't work for marvel or write for the x-folks, and now rogue is married and we're all dealing with whatever this is that gail simone is doing right now. savage land's success so far has been so great--i cannot wait for the rest of that run to release!! i'm hoping that its reception helps things, but i'm really not holding my breath, alas. still, who knows what will happen! them releasing this new savage land run at all was a surprising enough development.

again, thank you so much for the praise and thanks for the ask!! hopefully we'll get some good stories from the x-offices soon for rogue and magneto, and more hopefully some good stories where they're together again 😘

[actual-changeling]

"It would have been you."

It's raining.

Of course, it's raining.

A soft, constant drizzle leaving his hair a damp, curly mess that falls into his face and clings to his skin. Even though the cold is slowly seeping into his clothes, Crowley stops and turns around. Condensation is collecting on the inside of his shades where his breath drifts up, warm and too fast, and even if it hadn't been late at night, if the street hadn't been empty, he would have still taken them off.

Aziraphale is licking rain drops from his lips and blinking with dark, heavy lashes.

"What?"

His voice is rough, almost drowned out by the noise of rain hitting the pavement, collecting in small puddles around his feet.

"If it had been a choice, a real one, it would have been you."

The world did not end, questions were answered, apologies spoken, but their last conversation before everything went to shit is still a sharp splinter lodged in his chest, cutting him open more and more with every heartbeat. All of the fears he had left unsaid, the viscous doubt pooling in his lungs and weighing down his breaths—the truth might tip the scales and finally destroy him, and yet he cannot bring himself to stop Aziraphale from talking.

"It has always been you, Crowley. You must know that."

"I don't."

Bitterness laces his voice despite his best intentions, a drop of oil tainting an entire river, six thousand years of history, and it hurts because it's the truth, because they both wish it wasn't.

He doesn't know, couldn't know, because Aziraphale always needed him to stop them, to step back when they got too close. Every single time he had tried to push, gone too bloody fast, the angel had recoiled, scared for him, scared for the both of them. Crowley knows, and at the same time, he doesn't, because he still has hope and there is nothing more dangerous than allowing it to bloom; it's small, withered, brittle, on the verge of death and has been for centuries.

(It's still there, though. It keeps fighting, keeps trying. Keeps hoping.)

They're drenched to the bone, wet and pathetic, and there is nothing romantic about any of it when Aziraphale retraces his steps and closes the distance between them; there is, however, love.

There has always been love, whether they could admit it or not.

"I'm sorry. For- for everything, for making you think that I don't care about you."

"Angel, don't lie-"

"I'm not lying."

Crowley stares, frozen to the spot when Aziraphale presses cold, wet palms to his cheeks, his breath a ghost of warmth on his skin. This is too much, too close to 'our side', and if he didn't know better (does he know better? does he really?) he would think that he is about to—

"I'm not lying," he whispers, broken, truthful, "I love you. I won't leave you."

The rain stings in his eyes, masking the tears—hot and wistful—meeting Aziraphale's skin where it is touching his.

"Don't make promises you can't keep, angel."

His voice cracks and so does his heart, and he can feel the walls they have built together crumbling to dust under their feet. It's not real, it can't be real, and yet the truth is shimmering in storm-blue eyes he has been carrying with him since the moment he first put stars into the sky.

"It's you, always has been, always will be. If you let me."

Crowley kisses him as he falls apart, barely healed fractures reopening as his essence spills over and out, drowning him in please, please be real, please let us have this, please, God.

Just this once.

Aziraphale holds his face so incredibly gently, as if it's something worth keeping, something to protect, something he is afraid to lose. When the ground doesn't open up and swallow them whole, when the sky doesn't reach for them with greedy hands, he allows himself to seize Aziraphale's face in turn, cupping his jaw and kissing the rain drops off his lips, his cheeks, the tip of his nose, tasting his tears when they begin to fall.

"It's always been you. God, of course I will let you."

Sapphire blue eyes blink up at him, a smile pressed against his lips, a smile he can feel, a smile that is for him, them.

"Perhaps you could let me somewhere less, ah, sopping wet?"

"I was right, though. It's the rain that did it."

Aziraphale laughs, bright and happy, and infectious enough to make Crowley laugh too, and grabs his hand to pull him back towards the bookshop - back home.

[amputeewomen]

Laila and Alex

Laila: (sitting comfortably) Alex, I need to talk to you about something important. I know this change is big – I'm an amputee now, but I want you to know that it's not the end of the world. I've got these crutches, see? And I'm learning to do everything I did before. I can even wear a high heel on my right foot again.

Alex: (takes her hand gently) Laila, you don't have to play super strong for me. I love you for who you are, not for what you can or cannot do. This change… it doesn't change how I feel about you. You're still the incredible person I fell in love with.

Laila: (smiles, a mix of gratitude and vulnerability in her eyes) Thank you, Alex. That means the world to me. But, there's something else… I want you to be a part of this new journey with me. Would you… (pauses, takes a deep breath) Would you touch where my leg used to be? I need to know that you're okay with all of me, as I am now.

Alex: (nods, his eyes filled with compassion and love) Of course, Laila. (carefully places his hand where her leg used to be, looking into her eyes) I'm here for you, every step of this journey. We're in this together, and I love every part of you, always.

Laila: (leans in, tears of relief and love in her eyes) Thank you, Alex. Your support means everything to me. I love you so much.

Alex: I love you too, Laila. More than words can say. We'll get through this together.

Laila and Alex remain by the classical column, a moment frozen in time as they navigate the new realities of their life together. The sun casts a gentle glow on the scene, highlighting Laila's smile and the depth of emotion in their intertwined hands.

Laila: (her voice steady, eyes sparkling with resolve) You know, this spot right here, next to this column, it's going to be a place of new beginnings. I can feel it. I may need these crutches for a while, but I'm still going to be here, laughing, living, loving with you.

Alex: (with a warm, reassuring smile) And I wouldn't want to be anywhere else. This column, these gardens, they've seen many seasons, just like we will. And just like it stands strong, so will we.

Laila: (glancing at her crutches, then back to Alex) They're just an accessory, like this denim jacket or these knee-high socks. They don't define me. They're a part of my journey, sure, but not the whole story.

Alex: (gazing into her eyes) You're incredible, you know that? You're taking on this challenge like you take on everything else – with courage and a style that's all your own. And I'm here, for every step, every victory, every hard day.

Laila: (reaching out to trace the outline of the column with her finger) Just like these pillars support this structure, we support each other. And with you by my side, I feel like I can do anything.

Alex: (leaning closer to her) With our love as our foundation, we'll hold each other up, no matter what comes our way.

They sit together in silent understanding, the serenity of the pond and the steadfastness of the column serving as silent witnesses to their unshakeable bond. With Alex's support, Laila feels a renewed sense of confidence, and together, they look towards a future filled with possibilities.

[smytherines]

I love One Step Ahead for all the obvious reasons (gay angst), but also because it is so packed with little storytelling moments. Also it just seems exhausting. So much happens in that song:

1. Motorcycle chase (with office chairs)

2. Boat chase

3. Staff fight

4. Sword fight

5. Vigorous musket loading

6. Run up the staircase

7. Hang glider chase

8. Fistfight

9. Run halfway down the stairs again

And the entire time they are doing all of this, they're belting out a vocally demanding song. I mean, no wonder Curt Mega had to take a breath during that final note. That's a feat of endurance. I simply would've passed out and died.

One Step Ahead is one of my favorite setpieces of all time. In anything. Ever. It is so impressive, and it is even more impressive when you realize this was done by a tiny little independent company with the theatre budget equivalent of $1.50. Unreal. It should not be possible.

And the thing is, One Step Ahead is the perfect narrative counterweight to A1P1 (Spies Are Forever). The amount of thought they put into this is just stunning. Because here's the thing: A1P1 is also incredibly physical. For most of the song Curt and Owen are on the move, they're going up the ladder, they're fighting goons, they're going down the staircase, they're running.

But more importantly, Curt and Owen are touching a lot in A1P1. And yeah, that's fun in a swoony curtwen vibes way, but its also incredibly important to the narrative. They are touching a lot, and when they aren't touching they are standing just a little bit too close together. Its subtle enough that you initially dismiss it as a stylistic choice, but once you have the full context it is remarkably intimate.

Those are important details- like the way Owen has his arm around Curt and is literally holding his hand when they're talking to Cynthia. Its meant to tell us that they are together. In the romantic way, yes, but also they're just aligned, working together, on the same page. They are partners here. They literally have each other's backs.

And that's down to Curt Mega and Joey Richter selling the absolute shit out of these roles, and genius choreography by Lauren Lopez, and Corey Lubowich being the director of all time.

The digital download BTS has a part with Joey and Curt rehearsing the bit where they do the hug, and right after that they're trying to figure out what cool action poses to move into and Corey says that he wants to see something with them "connected," which is just... yeah, that's the perfect word to describe what is going on in A1P1. These two are connected.

So then we get to One Step Ahead. At the very beginning, Curt does the arm clasp with Tatiana. The first time they did this, Curt had a flashback of Owen. Owen was still his partner in his heart. But this time that bond is severed. Curt thinks of Tatiana as his partner now.

We get into the action of the song, and Curt and Owen do not touch. Even when they are very physically close together, there are weapons between them. In A1P1 they had lots of moments with their backs turned to each other, trusting each other, working perfectly in sync. In One Step Ahead they are facing each other head on. They are literally and figuratively fighting. They are breaking up.

The only moment during this sequence where they are actually touching each other is when Owen slaps Curt, Curt punches Owen twice, and they do that lock up move. They're only touching to hurt each other now.

And its so subtle and well executed that you don't really think about the parallels between these two scenes the first time you watch them. But you feel it on an emotional level. They had about ten minutes to establish the relationship between these two, and they used that ten minutes so effectively that the staircase scene ends up hitting like a ton of bricks.

Just. I love this show. I love how much TCB and Curt Mega and the rest of the cast care about this show. I'm so grateful they keep coming back to it. I cannot wait to see what they do with these scenes for Spy Another Day.