#this session is a disaster but in the best way possible

[awkward-walking-potato]

Hi, can I ask something with Logan where the reader is upset with themselves because everything they do or say, even in good fate, turns out wrong or the situation gets worse. Logan knows that they meant well so he tries his best to comfort them.

I hope I've made myself clear, English is not my first language.

Feel free to ignore this ask if you don't like this idea, but thank you if you write it💕

The day had gone from bad to worse. It seemed like every time you tried to help, things just spiraled further out of control. It started with the morning’s training session, where you’d suggested a different approach to help one of the newer students with their powers. You meant well, but the suggestion backfired, and the student’s confidence took a hit instead of improving.

Then, during lunch, you offered to help Jean in the kitchen, thinking it would lighten her load. But somehow, your attempt to help ended with the oven catching fire—something you didn’t even know was possible with an oven that barely required turning on. By the time you’d managed to get everything under control, Jean had reassured you that it was fine, but you still felt awful.

As the day wore on, your missteps piled up. A few misspoken words caused tension between two friends, a forgotten task led to a delay in the day’s lesson plan, and by the time evening rolled around, you were feeling utterly defeated.

You tried to retreat to your room, hoping to avoid any further disasters, but it seemed like fate wasn’t quite done with you yet. You nearly collided with Logan in the hallway, the last person you wanted to see when you were feeling this low.

“Whoa, easy there,” Logan said, steadying you with a hand on your shoulder. He took one look at your face and frowned. “You alright?”

You shook your head, unable to find the words. The day’s events played over and over in your mind, each one a reminder of how badly you’d messed up. You couldn’t hold back the tears any longer, and they spilled over before you could stop them.

“I just… I keep messing everything up,” you managed to say, your voice thick with frustration and self-reproach. “All I wanted to do was help, but I keep making things worse. It’s like everything I touch turns to disaster.”

Logan’s frown deepened, but there was no anger or disappointment in his eyes—only concern. “Come on,” he said gently, guiding you toward the nearby lounge. “Let’s sit down for a minute.”

You let him lead you to the worn leather couch, sinking into the cushions with a heavy sigh. Logan took a seat beside you, close enough that you could feel the warmth radiating from him.

“Start from the beginning,” he said, his tone calm and steady. “What happened?”

You recounted the events of the day, each mistake feeling like a fresh wound as you spoke. Logan listened quietly, his expression unreadable, but his presence alone was enough to keep you from breaking down completely.

When you finished, you wiped at your eyes, feeling drained and embarrassed. “See? I just make everything worse. Maybe I should stop trying so hard…”

Logan was silent for a moment, his gaze fixed on the floor as if deep in thought. Then, he turned to look at you, his expression softening in a way that was rare for him.

“Listen,” he began, his voice gruff but laced with a kind of rough warmth. “You didn’t mean for any of that to happen. You were just tryin’ to help, right?”

You nodded, biting your lip to keep from crying again. “But I still messed everything up.”

“Yeah, well, stuff happens. Even when you’re doin’ your best. But that doesn’t mean you’re a screw-up.” Logan leaned back, running a hand through his unruly hair. “Hell, I’ve messed up plenty of times myself. Done things that went sideways even when I thought I was doin’ the right thing. But that doesn’t make you a bad person. It just means you’re human.”

“But everyone else…” you started to say, but Logan cut you off with a wave of his hand.

“Everyone else knows you meant well. You think Jean’s mad about the oven? She knows you were just tryin’ to help. And the student you were helpin’? They’ll bounce back. You’ll get another shot to help ‘em out.”

You sniffled, trying to process his words. “But what if I keep messing up?”

Logan let out a low chuckle, surprising you. “Then you keep trying. You learn from it and try again. No one here expects you to be perfect—not even me.”

The sincerity in his voice touched you in a way you hadn’t expected. Logan wasn’t the type to offer comforting words easily, but when he did, they hit home.

“You got a good heart, and that counts for somethin’,” Logan continued, his gaze locking onto yours. “You care about people, and you wanna do right by them. That’s more important than getting everything perfect. So stop beatin’ yourself up over this.”

You managed a small smile, feeling the weight on your chest lighten just a bit. “Thanks, Logan. I needed to hear that.”

He nodded, as if it was no big deal. But the way he was looking at you, with that rare mix of understanding and reassurance, told you that he meant every word.

“Now, how about we get outta here for a bit? You’ve had a rough day. Maybe we can go for a walk, clear your head.”

You hesitated for a moment, but the idea of getting some fresh air—and spending a bit more time with Logan—was too appealing to pass up. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

As you stood up, Logan placed a hand on your shoulder again, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “You’re doin’ fine, you know that? Don’t let one bad day make you think otherwise.”

With Logan by your side, you felt a newfound sense of determination. Maybe you wouldn’t get everything right all the time, but that didn’t mean you weren’t making a difference. And as long as you had people like Logan around to remind you of that, you knew you’d be okay.

[yanderes-galore]

Ooh I'd like to request a pet-like/platonic overprotective Absol from Pokémon, headcanons or a short where darling is trying to reassure them that there isn't going to be a disaster if Absol just *lets darling leave their home* (or somewhere else Absol has brought them to that Absol deems "safe", or maybe Absol makes them move around a lot and darling just wants to go home and live their life? Maybe Absol is like a rescue Pokémon and something happened to its previous trainer, darling adopted them not knowing what they were getting into maybe)? Absol is the disaster watch Pokémon or some such so having one that dedicated to protect darling would make sense imo

Sure! I'll try my hand at a protective Absol short :)

Disaster

Overprotective! Absol Short

Pairing: Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Overprotective behavior, Paranoia, Isolation, Imprisonment (technically), Death, Implied violence, Clingy behavior, Blood, Forced companionship.

You originally met Absol at a Daycare center. According to the woman behind the desk, Absol was a rescue due to an accident happening to their original trainer. Supposedly their original trainer died... leaving the rescued Absol to try and recover in the Daycare.

When you were set to get to know the Absol, they seemed normal at first. It felt like the right thing to give the Absol another life. After all... rescuing a Pokemon can't be too bad.

You're proven wrong within at least a week.

Attachment issues become known in your Absol quickly. Thoughts of losing their previous trainer drives the poor Pokemon into a fit of frenzy. Originally your comforting and training made your Absol calm down.

Although, as the days continue on, your Absol only seems to get worse in their anxiety. Soon you can't quell your beloved Pokemon's worries. Even when by your side, strolling outside in parks, they show hesitance and irritation towards other trainers and Pokemon.

Something is wrong and you're struggling to find a fix.

Before things hit their peak, you come up with ways to ease your rescue. You take them to therapy sessions, you give them lots of treats and affection, you do your best to calm them when others are around. You think there's progress... that you can fix your Pokemon.

Until you tried to leave the house this morning.

Your Absol, white fur frazzled, lets out a cry of defiance as they stand in front of your door. You try to get past them, the Pokemon refusing vehemently. You notice their Pokeball broken on the ground when you wake up, that and a dark substance coating their claws.

Is that really... blood?

What in the name of Arceus happened?

You keep your distance, the Absol's eyes staring you down with disturbing determination. You get on your knees in an attempt to dissuade the Pokemon. They merely sit in front of your door.

"Absol..." You whisper, trying to be comforting despite your fear. "Why are you so upset? There's nothing wrong... nothing will go wrong...! You're not going to lose me."

The Pokemon glares for a moment, grimacing at the thought before turning their head away. They weren't planning on letting you just leave it seems. You sigh, unable to recall the Pokemon.

"Why do your claws have blood on them?" You ask, not really expecting the Pokemon to answer. Your Absol merely stares at you as if they're innocent, tilting their head. You fear the idea of them being hurt... but you dread the idea of someone else being hurt by them more.

"I can't stay in my house forever." You whisper, your Absol looking unamused as they make a small cry again. "Absol, you have to let me out at some point...!"

Your Absol doesn't budge, forcing you to relent as you currently have no control over the Absol.

Picking a rescue really was a mistake.

"Absol, dear..." You whisper towards the Pokemon, pulling a treat from your pocket. Their red eyes widen for a moment before narrowing again. "If I stay in the house today... will you calm down?"

You Absol stares, seeming to consider your decision for a moment. Their nose twitches but they maintain your ground. You begin to worry... but try to sweeten the deal a bit to regain your freedom.

Even if it requires a bit of lying.

"I'll stay home an entire week, okay?" You offer again, your Absol perking up again at your words. "But we need to get you a new Pokeball soon."

Your Absol seems to hesitate for just a moment. Eventually, however, they relent and back you into your bedroom. They don't let you leave behind them as they force you onto your bed. It's then they jump on top of the sheets, laying in your lap as they take the treat from your hand.

You sigh... happy to have disarmed the situation for now.

Although you begin to worry about the wellbeing of not only your Pokemon, but you along with those around you.

Perhaps they were in that Daycare for a good reason after all.

[kitthepurplepotato]

Chapter 10: Auntie’s chili-chocolate muffins.

Summary: There’s an intruder in the Bakugou house. 3 of them, actually. Having alone-time with Katsuki is a luxury but having friends over isn’t that bad either.

Featuring Mama Bakugou, Shitty Deku and Half and Half gay disaster.

FIRST CHAPTER MASTERLIST

⚠️ Swear words, someone makes a sex joke

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Getting out of the bath was a challenge, but in the best way possible.

First of all, kissing Katsuki senseless in the bathtub while you trying your best to not touch in inappropriate places was probably the funniest and hottest interaction you’ve ever had. After a few minutes Katsuki did stop your shenanigans and kindly asked you to close your eyes until he gets out, his ears red as a tomato; it was so absolutely adorable you almost melted together with the bubbly water in the tub.

There was yelling, squeaking and a lot of giggles when it was your time to get out; your body got so relaxed it didn’t really want to cooperate with you so Katsuki had to help you but as you didn’t want him to see you naked he kinda had to get you out blind which was also extremely hilarious.

“No peeking, sir!”

“I’m not a fucking pervert!”

“You opened your eyes!”

“No, I did not! Fuck off!”

“Fuck, I don’t have any underwear in here!”

“Loser!”

Honestly, you didn’t think this will be so much fun. To be fair, you genuinely thought you won’t be able to move at all, which is the opposite of what’s happening right now; the fatigue is definitely there and your movements are much slower than usual, you also need to sit down and do nothing for a few minutes after being on your feet for longer than half an hour, but other than that, you almost feel okay. Katsuki gives you his shoulder every time you need the toilet or need to change rooms, but you are more than capable to do everything; you even managed to wash the dishes by yourself! Katsuki did end up standing right behind you just in case something goes wrong, but… Okay, you had to take a nap after and Katsuki wasn’t too happy about that because apparently you looked like you just did a 3 hour work out session after but it really seems like you will be able to ditch the meds next week. You are the happiest person in the whole world right now.

It’s the afternoon when someone knocks on Katsuki’s door; by the agitated frown on Katsuki’s face he already knows who that is.

“This fucking hag can’t sit on her fucking ass even if her life depends on it…” He mutters under his nose as he makes his way towards the door.

“The fuck do you…” Katsuki stops mid-yell to stare at the intruder. “Want.”

“Kacchan! Sorry for interrupting!” Deku makes his way inside by running straight to your side, clearly terrified of being slapped in the face. “Hi, Y/N!”

“Hello. Excuse my existence in your personal space, Katsuki.” Todoroki sneaks in as well, looking hot as always.

“Having you here is already a fucking bother, why did you bring the whole fucking ZOO with you?!” Katsuki yells at his mother while he ignores the other two completely.

“Well, fist of all, thank you very fucking much for telling me that my daughter-in-law is in need of assistance.” Momma Bakugou reprimands. Katsuki answers by rolling his eyes, at least until his mother smacks him in the nape. “I was having a coffee with Inko in that new place with the pretty garden and imagine my surprise when she asked me if she’s doing better! I didn’t even know she was sick, goddamit!” The woman yells as she slowly makes her way towards you. Katsuki’s face looks so red he’s probably about to yell profanities in the next few seconds so you decide to cover your ears with the pillow to spare them from the torturous experience.

“YOU DAMN MOTHERFUCKING NERD!” Katsuki yells, just as it was expected. “Can’t you shut your fucking mouth for once in your life?!”

“You know I talk to my mom every day!” The green haired hero whines, hiding his face with his arms in case Katsuki literally explodes on him. “Before you kill me, let me give you something!” Izuku perks up and opens his backpack. He pulls out a massive box of muffins. Katsuki’s eyes are the size of saucers and you swear there is a tiny trail of saliva flowing down the side of his mouth. Todoroki tries his best to conceal the smile on his face but he fails miserably. “I told my mom how nice you were to me the other day and she was so happy about it she asked me to give you this. It’s your favorite chili-chocolate muffins, extra hot!”

Katsuki emerges from the face of the Earth. His gaze is distant, like he’s not even a part of this world anymore. You swear you see tears in his eyes, not like you have the balls to comment on it.

“That chili muffin? The saint chili muffin? Home-made by Auntie?” He mutters under his nose, keeping an eye-contact with the fucking box of muffins like they would disappear if he blinks once.

“Well, it’s been a while since she made them but she tried her best!”

Katsuki takes the box from the hero like it’s the most fragile thing in the world, caressing the top of the box before he opens it and takes a sniff. He doesn’t even try to hide his obsession anymore; he takes a muffin in his hand, looks at it from every angle, making sure it’s not fake, then takes a bite; his eyes get all watery, one single tear dropping down from his face as he chews, slowly and dramatically.

“It’s perfect.”

You’ve never seen Katsuki so calm and content. There isn’t a single wrinkle on his face, no frown, no angry gaze, nothing. No one dares to take a breath; everyone is as silent as a human being can be, just staring at Katsuki’s peaceful face in wonder.

“So now that Katsuki is out of the picture for the next few minutes, how are you, my dear?” Mitsuki’s voice cuts through the silence.

“Oh yeah, I brought you a gift!” Izuku starts to rummage through his bag and takes out another box of muffins, this one full of blueberries.

Mitsuki isn’t too happy with Izuku for jumping into her sentence, but by the look of it she has no heart to tell him off for it.

“Oh, I also brought you something.” Todoroki speaks up and showes a plastic bag into your lap. “It’s something that makes me really happy when I’m sad.”

Izuku facepalms for some reason; you open the bag and there’s….

“Soba noodles?” You ask, feeling like you don’t really understand the joke behind it. It’s not even a full dish, just soba noodles, naked, in a bag. Store bought. What the hell.

“With Izuku’s face on it.” Todoroki adds helpfully, like that explains it all.

“Shouto, I told you this only works for you.” Izuku mutters with a red face, clearly embarrassed of his partner. Katsuki sneaks behind the sofa to take a look into the bag and looks at the half and half hero with a shit eating grin.

“I’ll make sure to tear the packaging right where Deku’s face is. I’ll tear it in half then explode the rest of his body before I throw it into the waste bin so he can be with his brothers and sisters.”

If you wouldn’t know Katsuki is taking the piss right now you would hundred percent question his mental health and his threat level; he looks like the greatest villain of the century, his laugh menacing and cruel. Todoroki looks at him in poor terror and takes the bag from your hands to pull it to his chest; Deku tries to soothe the traumatized hero by caressing his shoulders and muttering calming words into his ears. You’ve never seen so much emotion on the guy’s face before, it’s quite mesmerizing.

“Coming here with these bozos was the worst idea ever, stop ignoring me, children!” Mitsuki yells, offended by the lack of attention.

“Wow, you know that word, hag? I’m impressed” Katsuki mutters to himself as he snatches the bag of soba noodles from Todoroki’s protective arms. He whimpers a bit but lets it go; everyone knows not to poke the sleeping bear, especially not in his own territory.

“I’m not ignoring you! I would never do such thing!” You smile at the woman as you lean into her side to cuddle. “I’m glad to see you again.” You mumble with a sad smile on your face; fuck, you miss your own family so much.

“I’ll be here every day.” The woman perks up and you can hear the sound of explosions coming from the kitchen.

“You are fucking not. Let me enjoy my fucking time with her, hag. You can hog her after she got better.” He yells with a red face. “I’m making cold soba for dinner, you fuckers stayin’?” Katsuki changes his voice into a calmer one, probably not wanting to make the guests feel unwelcome. He changed so much in these past few months it’s ridiculous.

Todoroki beams at his friend; wow, Todoroki has also changed a lot since he got together with Deku. If you wouldn’t know the reason for his sudden change, you would definitely think he is an impostor.

He’s so much more emotional now, so much more free and not ashamed of his own self. You are so happy for those two. Todoroki is even more handsome now, with the tiny smile on his mouth and the loving gaze in his eyes when he looks at Izuku.

Sometimes, this whole situation doesn’t feel real; it feels like a dream of a perfect life and if it’s actually just a dream, you never wanna wake up from it. This is everything you always wanted; a place where you are loved and appreciated for you being you instead of being treated like a rabid dog just because of your honesty and rough words, a place where you belong, a place where you feel safe and happy. You can’t help but tear up a little bit at the thought as you snuggle your face in Mitsuki’s chest to hide it from the gang; you still feel a little bit weird about being so vulnerable in front of them, which is stupid because you know they would never use it against you.

“Your girlie is a really clingy one, isn’t she.” Mitsuki mutters to herself. You move away with a red face; now that you think about it, you really shouldn’t be so close to this woman who you’ve only met twice. “Hey, you are fine, it’s just… we don’t usually do such thing in our family, but it does feel nice to be embraced sometimes.” Mitsuki looks at his son with pure judgment. Katsuki rolls his eyes like a bad teenager and makes his way to the kitchen with his ears red.

The rest of the night goes by really quickly; the whole gang has cold soba for dinner, Todoroki almost cries from how good the dish is then he actually cries when the abnormal amount of wasabi hits him.

“This soba is like having sex, then getting hit in the face in a non-sexual way right when you are about to…”

“Shouto, if you finish your sentence I swear to god I’ll Delaware Smash you to the moon.” Izuku mutters with his face red as Katsuki’s hot sauce collection. Mitsuki almost chokes on her noodles as she tries her best not to laugh out loud; the whole gang fails when Todoroki looks at Izuku with a questioning face, clearly not understanding what did he do wrong this time.

“I didn’t realize the big Todoroki Shouto is such a goofball.” Mitsuki laughs; Izuku looks at her with pure terror as he says the next sentence:

“He’s not joking, Auntie.”

It’s Katsuki’s turn now to laugh like a maniac and the rest of the night goes by so quickly you barely even realize you are being put to bed, half asleep.

“I didn’t even say bye.” You mutter into Katsuki’s strong arms with a pout on your face.

“You are dead tired, Y/N. Don’t overdo it. If you fuck up your recovery by overworking yourself I’ll kill you.” Katsuki mutters as he lowers you into the bed. Your mind is really fuzzy right now, but you still can’t help but ask the next question.

“Can you stay?” You ask the blonde, already missing the warmth of his body.

“This is my bed, you idiot, of course I’m staying.” Katsuki giggles.

“Pinky promise?”

“Really?” You don’t see his face right now but you are quite sure he’s rolling your eyes. “Pinky promise.” Katsuki mutters as he locks his pinkie with yours; in only a few seconds the bed dips next to you and the warmth is finally back; Katsuki’s sweet scent fills your nose as he snuggles up to you and lets himself be vulnerable for once.

“Do you remember when you got sick and ended up in my bed?” Katsuki mutters, deep in thought. His hand plays with your own, drawing circles and explosion shapes into your skin. You can’t make a proper answer anymore so you hum; it’s extremely hard to not fall asleep right on the spot even though Katsuki’s hair tickles your neck a little bit. “You wanted a pinky promise back then as well. It was really fucking cute.” The blonde admits. “When I first met you I hated your guts; I hated how much you remind me of myself and my mistakes, I felt like life sent you for me to get a taste of my own medicine. You were so fucking loud and annoying.” Katsuki continues and you try your best to blink the sleepiness away; bedtime Katsuki’s words are always honest, so whatever he’s about to say, he won’t say it twice. You want to remember everything even if it hurts you. “But then you did these cute fucking things like asking for a pinky promise or laugh at Kirshima’s stupid jokes just to make him happy, then you selflessly jumped right in front of me to save my ass even though I never said a single nice word to you and it confused the shit out of me every time because I wasn’t sure if I want to kill you or keep you close.“ Katsuki pulls you closer, cuddling unashamedly now. “Life might have sent you to fuck me over but it only made me realize I’m not that shit of a person as I thought. Somehow by falling in love with you - fuck this is disgusting - I ended up loving myself a bit more as well. It made me realize how all my actions were fueled by the self-hatred inside me but when you opened up to me and let me in, trusted me with your whole being… it just changed something inside me. I don’t say this too often so open your fucking ears and don’t fall asleep on me - fucking thank you.”

“Fuck’s sake, Katsuki.” You sniffle, much more awake now. This man will be the death of you one day, his grumpy face and his heart stopping confessions under the safe blanket of the night.

“Thank you for letting me love you. It’s the best thing that ever happened to me. You are the best thing…fuck.” You choke on a sob. “Stop being cheesy and go to sleep for the fucks sake, how am I supposed to top that?!” You whine but Katsuki only laughs; it’s that laugh he only does for you, eyes wrinkling, dimples showing and you hate that you can’t see it properly in the darkness of the night because it’s so fucking rare to see him like that. “I will miss this.” You admit. “I kinda want to say I want to stay weak just to have more of this, but I feel like fighting beside you is just as thrilling as sharing a moment in the bed.” You giggle to yourself.

“Who said I’ll let you fight alongside me? Who the fuck do you think you are?” Katsuki murmurs, still giggling. Fuck, you love this arrogant motherfucker so much.

“True, you might be too weak for my sexy hero attire. I don’t want to distract you while you work.” You add sneakily, just to tease him.

“I take everything back. I fucking despise you, you Menace.” Katsuki grumbles as he props himself up on his elbow to give you and angry kiss. Well… a lot of angry kisses.

“Say that without your tongue into my mouth and I might get offended.” You sighs as Katsuki caresses your side, leaving goosebumps on your skin with every touch.

“Nah, I enjoy this way too much.” He mumbles into your mouth. Honestly, you hate being so weak right now when Katsuki gives you all these opportunities to… well… get a bit frisky. Thank god you are numb all over from the exhaustion right now, otherwise sleeping would be off the table. “Now go the fuck to sleep. You can’t even lift your fingers anymore.” He grumbles and it is true; your arms didn’t even manage to reach the blonde’s back, even though you tried your best to pull him closer to you. Katsuki plops back down, cuddling into your side like he always does; it doesn’t take the blonde long to lull you into a peaceful sleep while his fingers play with your hair before he falls asleep himself, glued to your side.

You try your best to not think about the fact that this is all temporary; in a few days, you’ll need to go back to your boring little flat and sleep in a cold bed, where warm touches and the scent of burnt sugar is nothing but a silly little daydream.

“I want to stay here forever…” You murmur under your nose before the world finally goes blank, the problems of the next few days long forgotten.

… next chapter!

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Potato Ramble:

💥 Me: This chapter is 1700 words already, might as well be clever and finish it up because I always end up writing too much right at the end. 2K is enough.

Also me: *finishes the chapter with 3K*

Well, I tried.

💥 I love how Y/N got sick the day before yet everyone knows about it already 😂

💥 I hope you enjoyed this chapter, the sweet talk at the end wasn’t even planned, that just happened 😂 And thank god it did because I love Katsuki’s sleepy talk so much 😭 Like this guy barely says a nice word to his partner during the day then he goes to bed and goes all sweet and cuddly and oh my god, I think I’m love with this guy. 😂

💥 In case you missed to read Katsuki’s POV of the story, it’s coming back in the next chapter!

💥 I really need to stop writing the end notes while I’m sleep deprived, they make no fucking sense. With that said, see you in the next chapter! I think there will be a little time skip to keep the story going!

💥 I hope you guys are having an amazing day! 💜

TL: @sixxze @iwannahaveaprettyaesthetic @hanatsuki-hime @cloroxisadelectabletreat @cheesenmax @coffeent @smolsleepybat @therealpotatobish @qardasngan @canarystwin @unofficialmuilover @nanamomo1 @mikestuffffs @p4ndawrites @yao-ai

[robininthelabyrinth]

Hello it's last anon thank you for letting me give a prompt

So I really liked your pairing of LQR/WRH/Lao Nie and after seeing wwx's parents in the last episode of the donghua it got me thinking, How about WRH/WCZ/CSSR? WRH maybe saves them in yiling and they end up hitting it off (WRH might do it in the beginning just spite jfm by stealing his former best friend and crush) and the Wei family settles in nightless city, wwx grows up with the Wen heirs and wen Qing and wen Ning and that affects the events of Canon

(I wouldn't mind smut tbh if you want to include it, they're all hotties lol)

Thank you so much for letting me send a prompt 🙏😭❤️

ao3

“I don’t suppose you can help with this,” Wen Ruohan said to Lan Qiren, who had the unmitigated gall to look amused at him, as if he’d brought this disaster down on his own head or something like that. “Aren’t you supposed to be friends with that awful -”

“Cangse Sanren and I are indeed good friends,” Lan Qiren said peaceably and tonelessly, possibly just because he was trying to annoy Wen Ruohan to death. “I am therefore very familiar with the fact that there is absolutely nothing I can do to stop her from proceeding precisely as she wishes.”

That was not what Wen Ruohan wanted to hear.

“You’re her friend,” he said, deciding to focus on the important part. “Take her away.”

“You’re the sect leader of the Nightless City,” Lan Qiren rebutted. “Order her to leave.”

Wen Ruohan couldn’t do that.

Well, he could. By all rights, he ought to have done it a month ago, when Cangse Sanren had first marched into the Fire Palace and said, “Oh, this will work perfectly! I love it, you’re so thoughtful!” and started rearranging the entire place into some sort of workshop for herself, possibly involving grain storage. He’d meant to, but he’d been a bit distracted at the time – Wei Changze had wanted to know what all the machines did, and he’d had an endless number of clever ideas on how some of them could be repurposed for things other than torture, some of which had been really very intriguing.

Anyway, it wasn’t as if Wen Ruohan had time to attend torture sessions any more, not with three loudly yelling children running around all the time. Wei Wuxian might be the youngest of the lot, with both Wen Xu and Wen Chao as his elders, but he’d managed in a very short amount of time to make himself the undoubted leader of the pack and spoiled beloved youngest all at the same time. There had even been avid discussions about how they would need to bring other children over to visit in order to better socialize the children. He’d already summoned some cousins over, Wen Qing and Wen Ning, which meant that soon there would be even more children…

It was a headache, really.

Absolutely.

Wei Changze and Cangse Sanren were driving him up the wall.

They were also regular visitors in his bed, something that would very likely rapidly stop being the case if he actually kicked them out of the Nightless City.

“This one’s on you, Hanhan,” Lao Nie put in, grinning wildly at him. Now there was one that was completely unmoved by the news of Wen Ruohan’s new relationship – everyone else had reacted, whether by Jiang Fengmian’s profound embarrassment, raging jealousy, and quiet fury, Jin Guangshan very obviously trying to calculate some way of using this to his advantage, and Lan Qiren immediately going over to question his friends’ sanity – and that was pretty annoying in its own way. After all, Wen Ruohan had really only invited the two rogue cultivators into his bed in the first place as a matter of spite, a way of excising his rage when he’d heard the rumors about Lao Nie potentially taking on a third wife.

He hadn’t expected them to stay.

He hadn’t expected to want them to stay.

Which he didn’t! They were a mess, each one worse than the next – Cangse Sanren was barely human most days, like some sort of feral demonic beast that had accidentally achieved human form and continuously forgot (thanks to her prodigiously bad memory) that she was supposed to be pretending to be normal, and Wei Changze was remarkably similar to Lao Nie in the sense that he’d never taken anything seriously in his life, except for the fact that his humor was lighthearted and unleavened by the hints of trauma and tragedy that lurked behind Lao Nie’s unbridled hedonism. There wasn’t anything that he wouldn’t let slide off his shoulders, forgetting a beating as soon as it was over…Wei Changze might be a lot less vicious than Lao Nie was, but he was reckless to the extreme, in a way that made absolutely no sense. Wasn’t he supposed to be a servant? What was he doing rushing out into the field with a sword and smile and absolutely no advance planning whatsoever? Even Lao Nie wouldn’t do that!

Anyway, they were a handful.

They were maddening.

They were the most interesting thing that had happened to Wen Ruohan in years.

“Your input is not required,” Wen Ruohan informed Lao Nie, who shrugged expansively. “Unless you have something constructive to add.”

“No, no, nothing constructive, you know me, I’m not built for that…but I’m glad that you’re happy.”

Wen Ruohan stopped where he was.

“I’m not right for you,” Lao Nie said, and even though he was still smiling, same as always, there was something sharp in his eyes – the same sharpness that had caught Wen Ruohan’s interest in the first place, like a beautiful dagger that you longed to touch even though you knew its biting edge might cut. “You know, I know, even Qiren knows it…you’re happy now, and that’s good. That’s all I wanted to say.”

Wen Ruohan wanted to say something.

Preferably something cutting, something about how it was too late for Lao Nie to regret – except he didn’t think Lao Nie did regret, because Lao Nie did not live a life of regret. Lao Nie had enjoyed their time together, had been as sincere and true as he was made to be and no further. But, and maybe it was because he’d never expected to keep Wen Ruohan for very long in the first place, he’d felt little sorrow at it ending, instead feeling nothing but joy on Wen Ruohan’s behalf at seeing him happy, even if it was with another.

Wen Ruohan didn’t understand that. He’d always loved too fiercely, too well; he’d always yearned to keep that which he cared for close to him, nearby, somewhere he could protect them and keep them.

Even Lao Nie…Wen Ruohan had been enticed by Lao Nie’s ruthlessness, his bloodthirstiness, his Nie sect temper tempered with a nasty sort of cunning that had made him remarkably successful at expanding his sect’s reach in the north, and he’d been flattered at how persistent the other man was in pursuing him. It was only later, when he’d gotten used to having him around, that he had started to feel jealous…

“They’ll be good for you,” Lao Nie said. His eye twinkled. “You could use a bit of chaos in your life.”

Wen Ruohan shook his head. “I’m trying to get rid of them,” he protested, but even he didn’t believe what he was saying. “They’re a menace. Especially Cangse Sanren – do you know that she’s literally doomed? I swear, I spend all my trying keeping her from getting herself killed…”

“Don’t you enjoy defying the heavens?” Lan Qiren asked, rolling his eyes as if Wen Ruohan were missing something obvious. “I would have thought that someone carting around a heaven-sent calamity would be a perk for someone like you.”

…it rather was, wasn’t it?

“Whatever. Fine. Leave it, I’ll figure it out myself,” Wen Ruohan grumbled, then turned his narrowed eyes on the two of them. “Now for something you can help with: My children need more socialization or else they’ll genuinely think Wei Wuxian is a good example of other children. Sect Leader Lan – you’re a teacher, aren’t you…?”

“Well, yes. But –”

“What a wonderful idea!” Lao Nie clapped his hands together. “I can send my two boys to Qiren to teach, too! And we can definitely bully Fengmian and Guangshan into sending theirs. It’ll be…oh, I don’t know. A regular summer excursion!”

“In my sect?” Lan Qiren asked, arching his eyebrows. “Why me?”

“Because you’re a teacher, of course. Anyway, are you saying you don’t want Cangse Sanren to crash at your place for a few months..?”

“She’s not going anywhere,” Wen Ruohan said at once. When both of them smirked at him, he scowled. “Even if I wanted her too, she’s not. It was a statement of fact, nothing more.”

“Then perhaps we should all come visit the Nightless City instead,” Lao Nie said. “It could be like a miniature discussion conference, except limited to the Great Sects – we could go night-hunting and such while Qiren teaches the children.”

Was Lao Nie proposing an orgy? He’d better not be proposing an orgy, not if he genuinely intended to invite Jiang Fengmian and his wife or Jin Guangshan and his to attend…

“Of course, if it’s focused on the children, maybe the adults aren’t entirely necessary to invite – well, except for you, as the host, Qiren as the teacher, and me as the person who came up with the idea…”

Lao Nie was definitely proposing an orgy.

“…I’ll see what Cangse Sanren and Wei Changze have to say about it,” Wen Ruohan allowed. But only because he thought that it was something they would very much like, and he’d been completely out of ideas on what he could get a couple as notoriously disinterested in material goods as a courting gift – he hated not being capable, that’s all it was. There was no other reason than that! “We’ll see.”

“Did I agree to this?” Lan Qiren asked, frowning. “When did I agree to this –”

“You can’t say no,” Wen Ruohan said. “I’ll set Cangse Sanren on you if you do.”

“…I see that I’ve agreed to this.”

Lao Nie laughed, Lan Qiren sighed, and Wen Ruohan…

Wen Ruohan resigned himself to keeping Cangse Sanren and Wei Changze around a little longer.

Just a little.

[linnitheo]

Against All Odds

Y/N’s POV

The roar of the engines was deafening, but it was the kind of noise that sent shivers down your spine in the best way possible. It was your first time attending an F1 race, and you could hardly contain your excitement. The atmosphere was electric; fans waved flags, donned team colors, and cheered passionately for their favorite drivers. You had saved up for months to make this trip to the British Grand Prix, specifically to see your favorite driver, Lewis Hamilton, in action.

Dressed in a black Mercedes-AMG Petronas cap and a Hamilton #44 t-shirt, you blended into the sea of fans. But you felt a personal connection to Lewis—his resilience, his drive, his commitment to social causes—all of it resonated deeply with you. You weren’t just a fan; you admired the man behind the helmet.

Finding a spot near the paddock, you leaned against the barrier, your camera ready to capture the action. The practice session was just about to start. You could see the drivers walking toward their cars, and your heart skipped a beat when Lewis stepped out of the garage. He looked focused, but there was a hint of a smile on his face, as if he was absorbing the energy of the crowd.

The session began, and Lewis was a blur of silver and black as he zoomed past, the high-pitched whine of the engine echoing in your ears. You snapped photos and recorded videos, occasionally stealing glimpses at the big screen showing his lap times. He was fast—faster than anyone else on the track.

After the session ended, the drivers made their way back to the garages. You waved your Hamilton flag, hoping to catch his attention, but you were one of many. Yet, as Lewis walked past, his eyes swept over the crowd and stopped on you. He paused, just for a split second, his eyes locking with yours. You felt your heart race, thinking it was just your imagination. But then, he smiled—a genuine, warm smile that seemed to reach his eyes—and gave you a small wave.

You stood there, stunned. Did Lewis Hamilton just notice you? The rest of the day passed in a blur, but that brief interaction replayed in your mind over and over.

Lewis’ POV

As Lewis walked back to the garage, his mind was already dissecting the practice session. The car felt good, but there were still adjustments to be made. He glanced at the crowd, acknowledging the fans who had come to support him. Then, his eyes caught sight of someone who stood out—a fan wearing his gear, waving a flag with his number on it. She wasn’t screaming or trying to get his attention like the others; she just stood there, smiling at him with a look of genuine admiration.

He found himself smiling back, almost involuntarily. There was something about her, something different. It wasn’t just her support; it was the way she carried herself, the sincerity in her eyes. He wondered briefly who she was, but then the moment passed, and he continued to the garage, brushing it off as just another fan encounter.

Later that evening, as he reviewed the data with his team, his mind kept drifting back to her. It was strange; Lewis had met thousands of fans, but there was something about this one that lingered in his thoughts.

Y/N’s POV

The next day was race day, and the excitement in the air was palpable. You arrived early, securing a spot with a perfect view of the track. The anticipation was almost unbearable, and when the race finally began, you were on the edge of your seat, heart pounding with every turn and overtake.

Lewis was driving brilliantly, making his way to the front of the pack. But then, halfway through the race, disaster struck. As he approached the chicane, he collided with another driver, sending his car spinning into the gravel. You gasped along with the rest of the crowd, your hands flying to your mouth as you watched the replay on the big screen.

The commentators speculated about the cause—maybe it was the tires, maybe a miscalculation. Lewis was out of the race, and the disappointment was palpable. You felt a pang of sympathy; he had been doing so well, and now it was over. But you stayed, watching as the marshals towed his car away and the race continued.

After the race ended, you hung around, hoping to catch a glimpse of Lewis again. As the drivers began to leave the paddock, you saw him, walking with his helmet under his arm. He looked frustrated, his usual calm demeanor replaced by a tight-lipped expression.

You didn’t expect him to stop, but to your surprise, he did. He glanced around, almost as if he was looking for something—or someone. When his eyes found you again, he walked over, his expression softening slightly.

“Hey,” he said, his voice tired but still carrying that familiar warmth. “Thanks for coming out today.”

You were stunned. Lewis Hamilton was talking to you, and all you could do was stare, momentarily at a loss for words.

“Of course,” you finally managed, smiling up at him. “You were amazing out there, despite everything. I’m sorry about the race.”

He shrugged, his eyes meeting yours. “It happens. Just part of the game, you know?” He paused, studying you for a moment. “I saw you yesterday, by the way. You’ve got a great spot here.”

You laughed, feeling your cheeks heat up. “Yeah, I got lucky. I’m a big fan, obviously. You’re… well, you’re an inspiration.”

Lewis seemed genuinely touched, his smile reaching his eyes. “That means a lot. What’s your name?”

You introduced yourself, and for a brief moment, the two of you chatted like old friends. It felt surreal, standing there talking to Lewis Hamilton as if you weren’t just another face in the crowd. Before he left, he pulled out a marker from his pocket and signed your cap, adding a small heart next to his signature.

“Thanks for believing in me,” he said, and with that, he was gone, leaving you standing there, heart pounding and mind spinning.

Lewis’ POV

Back in his hotel room, Lewis couldn’t stop thinking about you. The race had been a disaster, but that brief interaction with you had been a bright spot in an otherwise frustrating day. He found himself wondering about you—where you were from, what you did, what had brought you to the race. It was strange; he barely knew you, but he felt a connection, as if there was something unfinished between you two.

The next morning, he woke up to a slew of messages from his team and sponsors, but one stood out—a photo of him talking to a fan, your face clearly visible as you smiled up at him. It was captioned with something about “Hamilton’s lucky fan,” and it was already going viral on social media.

He found himself smiling, saving the photo to his phone. There was something about that moment that felt different, special. But then, as he scrolled through the comments, his smile faded.

Among the usual chatter, there were negative comments too—speculations about who you were, why he was talking to you, and even accusations that you were just another fame-chaser. It was frustrating, but it wasn’t new. He knew how quickly the narrative could shift, how easy it was for people to assume the worst.

Y/N’s POV

You woke up to a flood of notifications—friends tagging you in posts, messages from people you hadn’t spoken to in years. When you checked your phone, you realized why. The photo of you and Lewis was everywhere, and the internet had already begun to speculate. Some comments were supportive, but others were not so kind.

You tried to brush it off, telling yourself it didn’t matter. But as the day went on, the negativity started to weigh on you. People were making assumptions about you, about your intentions, and it hurt. You had never asked for any of this; all you wanted was to support your favorite driver.

Later that evening, as you scrolled through the comments again, you received a direct message from an unfamiliar account. When you opened it, your heart nearly stopped. It was from Lewis.

“Hey, I saw the stuff online. Just wanted to say I’m sorry if it’s been rough. People can be… well, people. Don’t let it get to you. You’re awesome, and I’m glad we met.”

You stared at the message, rereading it several times. It was a simple gesture, but it meant the world to you. You replied, thanking him and assuring him that you were fine, even though part of you still felt overwhelmed.

Lewis’ POV

Lewis put his phone down after sending the message, hoping it would offer you some comfort. He knew how relentless the media could be, and he didn’t want you to get caught up in it. He had dealt with this kind of thing for years, but for someone new to it, he knew it could be overwhelming.

As the days passed, he found himself thinking about you more and more. He had intended to let it go, to move on and focus on the next race, but there was something about you that he couldn’t shake. It wasn’t just the way you had supported him; it was the way you had looked at him, as if you saw more than just the driver, more than just the celebrity.

Against his better judgment, he reached out again, this time asking if you’d like to meet up before he left for the next race. He didn’t know what he was expecting—maybe just a conversation,

END

[aziraphales-library]

hello, i was wondering if you perhaps knew of any fics that involve crowley and anathema being friends? ive just always felt like they would get on well, they're both similarly odd and prone to ranting about the sizes of animals brains

thank you so much for all the work you all do btw!!

Hi! Here are some fics which feature a friendship between Crowley and Anathema...

You've Got a Funny Way of Making Friends by ellbie (T)

Anathema swirled her drink in her glass. “Then what?” “Er, then… I don’t know. I didn’t see him again until the Great Flood.” “Well, when did you start, y’know…” Anathema waggled her eyebrows. Crowley flustered. “Mind your own business, witch.” “Hey, you’re the one that agreed to talk to me about all this stuff. You can’t be mad that I’m asking questions.”

Friendship is Demonic Magic by Shadow0kana & whtbout2ndbrkfst (T)

After Crowley interrupts Aziraphale and Anathema’s phone conversations one too many times, Aziraphale suggests the two have their own meetups to discuss what they have in common. Cue monthly coffee dates between a witch and a demon who can passionately discuss (debate) anything from Halloween to Astronomy to Hamlet… while also conspiring to form a book swap aimed at getting Aziraphale to read anything written after 1950.

The Nice and Accurate wedding of Anathema Device, Witch, which went just as expected by Nenchen (G)

Wedding planner Anathema Device is the Number One. She can organize anything for a wedding, flower arrangements, catering, a marching band or an emu. The name Device is a guarantee for a picture perfect wedding - and the perfect pictures will be taken by her top wedding photographer, and best friend, Anthony J. Crowley.

Both of them see weddings mostly as business, until Anathema meets Newt, Love of her life, walking natural disaster extraordinaire, and very much not a person it’s possible to have a perfect wedding with.

Which is perfect since Anathema frankly never wanted one for herself. She just wants a fun party, good food, and all of her friends to attend - including Crowley. For whom this might just as well be the apocalypse because no, he is not allowed to work on her wedding. Strictly invited only as a guest, Crowley finds himself at a loss. What the hell do you do at weddings? Well, if you are Crowley, the answer is some James Bond-like action, some worrying about fly swarms and their sources, having a lot of emotions, drinking some very funny wine, putting your foot in your mouth and just maybe meeting someone to share all of that with. Oh, and there’s always cake, isn’t there?

Healing by AppleSeeds (M)

After Crowley sustains an injury, his friend Anathema persuades him to come with her to the spiritual centre she regularly attends so that he can receive some spiritual healing. Crowley doesn't expect the healer to be quite so attractive, and certainly not that he'll end up developing a crush on him. As their sessions together progress though, Crowley starts to wonder whether Aziraphale might actually have feelings for him too.

Thrown for a Loop by MickyRC (T)

It is a truth universally acknowledged that a man in possession of a large amount of yarn will be assumed to be a knitter.

It is a truth universally acknowledged among crocheters that this is annoying as hell.

In his many years crocheting, Aziraphale has never been one to let that assumption stand. But faced with an opportunity to join a knitting group run by a very sweet new shop owner, he decides to play along. Even if it means he has to pretend he wants to learn how to knit. Even if it means he has to hide his skill with a crochet hook.

It’ll be worth it to get to know Crowley better. Probably. Hopefully.

(It will.)

secondhand smoke by PaintedVanilla (T)

you're second hand smoke, second hand smoke i breathe you in, but, honey, i don't know what you're doing to me mon chéri

the year is 1990, and anthony crowley is looking for a church in london that might be tolerable. the one he winds up attending isn't exactly such, but he decides to stick around for one reason. said reason happens to own a bookshop that crowley begins to frequent, much to the surprise and delight of anathema device and newton pulsifer, who seem quite convinced that crowley could use something else to focus on besides gardening, their campaigns, and visits to tadfield.

- Mod D

[spell-jars-and-black-wolves]

Some devotional tips for closeted pagans, based on our own experiences

Not everything on this list will apply to everyone, and that's perfectly fine. Use what works for you and your practice, and leave what doesn't work. The beautiful thing about the pagan community is that we can each shape our own path based on our personal beliefs and practices. So without further ado, here's some things we do that might help you if you have to hide your spiritual beliefs.

Deity jars: this is one of the first things we ever did when we started leaving physical offerings for Loki a few months ago. A deity jar is basically a small jar filled with little things that you want to leave as offerings to the deity you work with, and it can be useful if you have to hide any objects that are of spiritual importance to you. We're able to hide ours in plain sight on top of our dresser where our altar is, and our mom just thinks it's another weird thing we like to collect. Our jar is filled with offerings to Loki such as a small pinecone, twigs, shells, a worm on a string (he loves those for whatever reason), and small coins.

Nonphysical offerings: sometimes you just aren't able to leave physical offerings for your deities on an altar like candles or food. What you can do instead is devote your time to them, especially if the activity you're doing is something related to your deity or is something they encourage you to do for your wellbeing. Shadow work and journaling are a fundamental aspect of our practice, so we always devote our journaling sessions to Thor and Loki. We also incorporate a lot of trauma work into our practice, especially our trauma related to storms and natural disasters; to honor Thor, we've developed a habit of thanking him anytime it storms where we live and use any moment where we work through our trauma as an offering to him since that's the main reason why he reached out to us.

Baking and cooking: this ties into the point listed above. If you're like us and enjoy working in the kitchen, making food for your deities is a great way to not only build your connection to them but also improve your skills. Thanks to the Internet, it's so incredibly easy to find recipes containing spices and other ingredients that your deities favor. Loki in particular loves it when we try new recipes that we've never made before, even if we're not entirely sure we'll like it.

Taking care of yourself: if you struggle a lot with your physical or mental health, this one is especially important. Sometimes the ultimate form of self care is doing what's best for you even when you don't feel like doing it, whether that's cleaning your room or getting a shower. We've all struggled with self care at some point or another, and the gods understand that. One of the greatest things you can do to honor them is to take care of your needs and be gentle with yourself, because they want what's best for us and understand that life can be a real pain in the ass sometimes. It's not always easy to get out of bed and eat or clean the house, but even baby steps are better than nothing and will make your deities happy all the same.

Giving back to those around you: if you're able to do something in your community that's related to your deity and would honor them, do it! For us personally, one of the biggest ways we honor Loki is to look after the younger neurodivergent and/or queer kids at school, because we've been in their place once and we understand how much of a difference it makes to have someone to look up to. It's common in the Norse pagan community for Loki to be the patron of those deemed to be social outcasts for whatever reason, so we've taken it upon ourselves to always look after our fellow outcasts and be a support for them whenever possible. For many of these kids, we're the first older person they've ever felt safe enough to come out to. And what could honor Loki more than that?

Again, these are all just based on our personal experiences and not all of it may apply to you. We're just sharing some things that we feel may help other folks out there who aren't yet able to be open about their beliefs, because we're in the same spot right now with our current living situation. And for those of you who can unfortunately relate to this: things will change. You won't have to hide such a core part of your being forever. One day you'll be able to openly practice your religion however you want, with nobody to tell you what you are and aren't allowed to believe in. -Blu

[ravenclawhierra]

Making it up... Not well enough!

Sebastian Sallow x Reader

Summary: Part 2 of "It Mattered To Me"

Tags: Fluffier than last part, I promise.

Word count: 1,3k

Ever since he said that he would make it up to you, he has been trying his best to make sure and prove to you that he doesn't hate or dislike you. And you really noticed that, however it was starting to frustrate you. He'd constantly hug you, pull you close and such. It's not that you minded it, but… you hated that it was not more.

You strutted your way to the library, you were about to have a study session with Sebastian and Ominis. You really had to get some help for potions class, seeming how last time you really couldn’t focus. You usually like potions class, the professor always managed to explain everything well. And you now had to study with your friends instead of just learning it in class. Silly you. But oh well, you liked studying with Sebastian and Ominis - And it only gives you more time to spend with them.

“Hello guys,” You said in a quiet voice, hoping to not disturb anyone else in the library. They both looked up at and greeted you, shy smiles on their faces. “Do either of you have water with you, perhaps?”

“Nope, but I do have a bottle with me, if you’d want to fill it up, I could go with you?” Sebastian perked up, asking more so. His eyes sparkled with hope but you politely declined, not wanting him to give you any more hope than he already has. “Well, I’m going anyway because I’m thirsty myself and want to take a sip as soon as possible.” You sighed in defeat, a quiet ‘fine’ escaping your lips.

“There’s a tap for water nearby anyway.” He mentions, picking himself up from the table and getting over to you.

“Couldn’t you just wait then?” This boy was seriously something else.

“No.” He smirks at you, “What if something were to happen in those, I don’t know, 3 minutes of you gone?”

“What would happen to me in 3 minut-” Your words were interrupted, tripping over the stairs, due to your absolutely clumsy nature, while trying to go down. You closed your eyes, waiting for impact but Sebastian had already casted levioso on you, grabbing you and putting you down. “This wouldn’t have happened if you weren’t with me, you know.”

“Sure,” His smugness was practically radiating from him. He patted your head and before you could say anything, swooped you off your feet. 

“What the HELL are you doing Sebastian!?” You yelled at him, confused and flustered. He put his finger on your lips. 

“Look I’m all over breaking the rules but I don’t wanna get kicked out of the library just yet.” 

“Put me down. Now.” 

♡ - ♡ ~ ♡ - ♡ ~ ♡ - ♡ ~ ♡ - ♡ ~ ♡ - ♡ ~ ♡ - ♡

It was getting worse and worse, with him teasing you more than before and despite you constantly being mad at him for his foolish actions, you still liked being so close to him, you just wanted it to be something more, not just platonic. It was making you lose your mind.

You had finally gotten some peace and quiet, and decided to study with Garreth. It would be easier, however he was not of much help, considering most of his potion-making would end in a disaster. 

“See, to brew an invisibility potion, you just add some troll bogeyes and-” The potion just about exploded straight into his face. You laughed, his face was black from the explosion. He coughed and smiled at you.

What in Godricks’ name was happening. Why was she laughing with Garreth? His face was not even funny. Sebastian was staring at you from afar, clearly annoyed at the commotion happening between the two of you. He was certainly funnier than Garreth and would be way better at making you laugh, getting an honest laugh from you at least.

He went over to your and Weasleys’ table, puffing out his chest a little. He was about to make sure you were gonna come with him, in private. I mean, he certainly wasn’t going to watch you have fun with another guy who’s clearly just trying to get to you, use you. 

He cleared his throat, gaining the attention of you two. 

“Excuse me, I’d like to borrow (Y/n),” He glared at Weasley, “If that isn’t an issue.”

“Alright,” Garreth just nodded, “I’ll wait for you here, (Y/n).” 

“Alright,” Garreth just nodded, “I’ll wait for you here, (Y/n).” 

You got to Sebastian and he took your hand, pulling you away from the table and taking you into a room where the two of you could talk in private. He sighed, groggily, looking at you, his glare still not leaving his face. He was annoyed. 

“What’s the matter?” You asked, your voice laced with worry. 

“You do know he’s just using you, right?” He raised his voice slightly, “He’s not good enough for you.”

You snorted, angrily. Who’s he to tell you who’s good for you or not? Seriously, he’s becoming more and more obsessed with ‘keeping an eye on you’ and ‘showing you he cares’. 

“What do you care if I hang out with him? At least he’s helping me!” You had noticed that this was turning into a classical romance drama, cringing to yourself. “It’s not like you're my partner.” You raised his hand at him, giving gestures as if you’re teaching him a lesson. 

He grabbed you by the hand and pulled you closer, making your other hand immediately reach to his chest so you can push him away. You were mad, but flustered. 

“Have I not done enough?” He asked, his tone now changing. It was almost as if he was sad. He half-pouted at you, honestly making you feel bad for raising your voice at him. “What does Weasley have that I don’t?”

What?

“What do you mean?” 

“I thought that you liked me but you keep doing things that make me feel like you don’t.” By the look of his eyes, you weren’t sure if he was being serious or just trying to pull a really bad joke right now. 

“I-” You stopped yourself from saying anything before you could figure out what his intentions were. Nut he had already pulled you closer to him without you even noticing and you felt yourself feeling some butterflies. Your hand was still on his chest, so you pulled it away, now flustered. 

“You?” He perked up, “Tell me you feel the same way I feel about you.”

“I don’t know how you feel about me.”

He sighed, now grabbing your free hand again, pulling you closer. He stared into your eyes, you stared back. His eyes were practically sparkling. He put his other hand on your cheek, and you felt as if he was going to do the same thing he did last time, tilt your head. 

“You do remember what I said, right? Stop me if you don’t like it.”

With that, he leaned in, a small blush on his face, and a big one on yours. Not this again. But…

You felt his soft lips on yours. You felt more butterflies than before. You honestly didn’t know what to do, to return the kiss or to back away. You wanted it, but you were so confused with everything happening lately. He backed away.

“You don’t feel the same way, do you?”

“No, I-” You composed yourself, “I do, I like you, Sebastian. I was just startled.”

He gave you the sweetest smile you have seen yet, even bigger than when the two of you were going to Hogsmeade, bigger than when you told him that you’d help him find a way to heal his sister. 

He was going to say something but you stopped him in his tracks and kissed him back, which he gladly returned.

“So, you’re mine, right?”

“I am.”

[pebblestar]

Mikey x reader

【 It'll be fine 】

(( kinda alludes to past abuse? But other then that it's completely fluffy. ))

"Brown sugar!"

For the past five minutes, Mikey had been giving you orders.

Mostly of what ingredients you needed to grab while he mixed them together in a large bowl. This sort of thing was nothing new.

You both had very shit sleeping schedules and one night you two decided to try out baking for fun.

From then on (Despite the first baking attempt you two did being a absolute disaster) These late night baking sessions had become a weekly or sometimes every night occurrence.

After fumbling around in the drawer and finding the measuring cup, you finally scoop the measuring cup into the bag of brown sugar before passing it over to Mikey who dumps the sugar inside the large bowl.

"Now we melt the butter- Can ye handle that matey?"

You roll your eyes at Mikey's very terrible pirate accent. If it were anyone else, they wouldn't of really got most of Mikey's silly little humor but luckily for you, You'd been his best friend for nearly a year now and understood a good chunk of his little references.

"Aye Aye Cap'n!"

You give Mikey a quick salute before making your way over to the cabinets to find a smaller bowl in order to melt the butter.

"Oh c'mon where's the damn thing..."

You grumble out.

It takes a few for moments of struggling due to your height but eventually your fingers finally grasp the edge of the small bowl you'd been looking for.

Just as you start to slide the bowl out from it's self, You find yourself nearly tripping over your own two feet when you attempt to step backwards.

Unexpectedly the bowl slips from your grasp and comes flying down from the shelf, Nearly hitting but you by some miracle missing your own face.

The sound of shattering glass now echoes around the once quiet kitchen.

Something like this shouldn't of been that big a deal but you stand there almost petrified at the scene before you.

"Y/n?!? Are you okay?"

A nagging thought is what sends you spiraling into a state of panic;

'Mikey is going to be so mad at me.'

Without another moment to think of all the possible outcomes and how Mikey may or may not scream at you, Your knealing down to collect the shards in your hands somehow hoping- praying that Mikey somehow wouldn't see them and become incredibly upset with you.

However your lack of response doesn't go unnoticed by Mikey. There's the sound of something clattering ontop the counter then he's turning himself around in time to find you picking up the shards of glass, closing your fists around the sharp objects with a expression on your face that Mikey can only describe as full blown panic.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Please I really didn't mean to-"

Mikey almost isn't sure what to do.

Never had he seen you act like some sort of cornered animal before and over a broken bowl nonetheless. To him, You'd always been the definition of strong and a lot of the time you acted like certain things didn't bother you. But this entire situation was completely different.

The blood dripping from your hands and onto the kitchens floor is what finally snaps him out of his own state of shock and he's Immediately grabbing the nearest dish cloth, knealing down next to you.

"Whoa hey hey... It's fine dude,"

Mikey's voice softens but doesn't make a move to try reaching out to you just yet.

"But I broke it. I'm so fucking stupid-"

"Hey now. Don't say that. It's only a accident. I've been reallyy wanting that new justice force one anyway."

When you don't laugh, Only sniffling in response It only makes Mikey's worry for you increase.

A part of him desperately wanted to wrap you up into his arms and never let you go, But he forced himself to be patient.

Your injuries were what needed to be tended to first and foremost.

"Let me see."

Slowly he reaches out for your hand and when you don't flinch away from his touch, he carefully opens up your fist. There in the palm of your hand were a few large shards sticking out of the skin and causing quite the bloodied mess.

Of course, being Mikey he just had to try cheering you back up while he made careful work of removing the shards from the palm of your hand.

"Dude. I can't believe the bowl attacked you like that. So rude. If you ask me that thing deserves to stay broken."

Mikey catches your laugh through your tears and he can't help the smile that finds it's way onto his face.

"Did I ever tell you about that one mission? The one where I was chased by giant pizzas from..."

The turtle allows himself to ramble on until finally the shards are fully removed from your hand.

Thankfully enough there weren't any smaller pieces and Mikey is able to gently press the dish rag onto the injury and flashes you that smile that you love so much.

A silence soon settles itself over the kitchen aside from the occasional sniffling coming from you.

It takes maybe three more minutes for your heart to stop racing and for the panic to slowly subside but once it does, your needily reaching out for Mikey for comfort as you tug on his arm in hopes of bringing him closer to you.

Wordlessly, His arm moves to wrap around your waist immediately bringing you closer to him.

With his chin now resting ontop your head he asks you gently.

"Wanna talk about it...?"

You don't answer right away. If anything you don't really know what to say. Your a bit embarrassed at your own self for breaking down in front of him, but then there's also the other part of you that feels incredibly warmed by how much effort Mikey put in to care for you like this.

"...No. But... I do at some point. Is that okay?"

"Of course dude. Whenever your ready, I'll be right here waiting for you. Unless I have to fight the foot. Or unless aillens invade earth again. Or unless the triceratons-"

You laugh now smacking at Mikey's chest to put a end to his insane ramblings.

"Okay okay. But Mikey?"

"Yeah?"

"...Thank you. Sorry about-"

"Nuh-Uh. Nope. No more saying sorry."

At that you go silent. A warm smile finding it's way onto your face and you find yourself burying your face into the crook of his neck.

"...C'mon. I'll finish the rest of the cookies and you can find a movie for us both to watch, 'kay?"

"Mmkay."

"What's that movie that's coming out this year you wanted to see again?"

At the question, your eyes light up and you began to ramble on excitedly about the movie you were interested in.

Mikey gives you his full attention the whole way to the living room before setting you down on the couch.

The conversation eventually ceases and Mikey promises to be back as quickly as possible.

You watch him go, Almost inching to call him back so the two of you could cuddle but instead you turn your attention toward the TV in order to find a movie.

As you scroll through the options for movies, You can't help the feeling of warmth that blooms inside of your chest.

Mikey wasn't just your best friend. He was the definition of sunshine on a frigid day. He was what home had always meant to feel like.

【 Bonus 】

The sound of Mikey's snores echo throughout the living room and somehow your laying ontop the turtle and sleeping through the noise like it's nothing.

Leonardo finds it oddly amusing as he steps over to the front of couch and quietly grabs the blanket from off the side of the couch.

The turtle in blue drapes the blanket over the two of you before approaching footsteps soon join Leo.

"There ain't no way those two aren't a couple."

"Raph! Shhh! You'll wake them up."

Though by now, the three brothers knew you two would sleep well into the afternoon. And of course contuine to destroy both of your sleep schedule unbeknownst to Leonardo.

[valora-pandora]

Hello, Big Brother~! Pt.1

Hello wonderful people! It is I, Valora~! I have indeed returned from my grave with the intention to continue my little series called "Eccentric Family" as it seemed to... gain a lot of views, surprising enough. I thank you readers for all the attention it has been getting lately.

Though there is another part of the series coming soon, an online friend of mine had decided to perhaps do a request of her own. This story is honestly long over due, but I did it! Behold, part 1 of a request made by: @hornet05. Thankyou, my friend. This masterpiece is for you. And now, on to the story~! Enjoy!

Ah, love. They say it's the best feeling ever! There's even a whole day in the year that dedicates on its celebration. Everyone loved that day. I guess you can say it's a day most people took seriously. I suppose you were not most people. And I quote; "were".

Back when you were still in high school, the peak of secret admirers and constant love along with heartbreak, you never seemed to care about this stuff. In fact, when your friend asked if you would ever fall in love, you would constantly say no. The thing is, you never understood that feeling and imagining one day to feel like how others have described it just felt... like an untouchable dream.

Though all that didn't matter anymore when you met Rei during your first years in college. It was no love at first sight, but you did experience the small bud that soon blossomed into the feeling of love that everyone constantly gushed about. You were embarrassed to say it to your friends, though. You constantly denied it during high school. You couldn't just possibly say; "I might have a crush on someone even after I said I will never fall in love."

But still, all of the signs are there, and your friends had no problem putting the pieces together. Knowing that it'll hurt your pride to tell you straight fowardly, and know that there is no way you will take the first step, they took initiative to befriend Rei and set the two of you on a blind date.

To say you were pissed was an understatement. This was just straight-up embarrassing for you. One of your friends told you that Rei had simply asked them to eat together and said they could bring you and your other friends. But nope! They set it all up so that you two could have a small date together.

I won't get into details, sadly, that part is classified information. But what I can say is that it was an absolute disaster. You were a blushing, hot mess after that whole ordeal. But it worked nonetheless. He asked you out on a more literal date, and you accepted. From then on, both you and Rei are finally dating each other. Your friends couldn't be happier for you.

Though, as the days go by, you noticed how Rei usually declines your invitation to go on dates outside of college hours. Though you're not complaining, since Rei spends most of his free time with you anyway. Plus, the frequent study sessions you begged him to do. People often ask if you were truly fine with it, in which you answered yes. I mean, who cares about some date when you spend time with your boyfriend anyway, right? The point of a date was to have a moment just the two of you anyway. And that's what you two literally did almost every day. Besides, it made dates twice as special since he only takes you on a full on date on special occasions. But you're not gonna lie. You are currious on what he did after college that made him so busy. But then you did found out.

One day, Rei didn't come to college for the whole day. You tried looking for him, texted him, and called him even. But it didn't seem like he checked his phone the whole day. Then, you were suddenly approached by one of Rei's closest friends, Kaoru Hakaze, known to be the ultimate playboy on campus. How they became friends is kinda beyond you. But Kaoru told you that Rei was sick, that's why he didn't come that day.

Worried sick for your boyfriend, you demanded Kaoru to take you to Rei's house. Now, you might be thinking; "Y/n! You're Rei's girlfriend! How come you didn't know his address?!" Well, my friends, he simply didn't tell you. Why? Who knows? He just simply didn't tell you. In return, you didn't tell him your address, so it's kinda fair.

Anyway, Kaoru was honestly hesitant to, but you kept pestering him to submission. So the next thing you know, Kaoru is reluctantly guiding you to Rei's house. Once you both reached his door, Kaoru ran away with some lame excuse of having another date with some girl.

You were confused with his actions but shrugged it off. You faced the door and knocked on it. It took a while, but then the door opened, revealing 3 children behind the door. They all stared at you for a second before the pink haired one slammed the door shut to your face. It surprised you, but you were too focused on why there were children in the house.

After a few more minutes of waiting, the door opened again, revealing a man with shoulder-length brown hair. "Hello there! Sorry for Kohaku's actions. He didn't mean any harm!" The man smiled and ushered you inside. "Yes... hello, um... I'm Y/n, Rei's... girlfriend..." You explained. The man's eyes widened happily. "Ah! So you're the girl Rei has been happily talking about! I'm Madara Mikejima! I'm Rei's uncle. I don't live here, but I'm currently helping Rei take care of his siblings while he's sick." You eyed him quizzically.

"Siblings?" Madara looked at you before he sweat dropped. "Of course he didn't mention them to you... he never really mentions his siblings to anyone until they visit his house. But I'm sure you're here for Rei, right? His room is on the second floor, first door on the left." Madara said. You smiled at him. "Thank you, Mikejima-san." You bowed as a sign of gratitude. "Ah, no worries! And you can just call me Mama!" You looked at him confused again. "Mama...?" He just smiled sweetly before once again ushering you, but upstairs this time.

Following Madara's instructions, you manage to find the door. Honestly, it wasn't so hard, as the door had a nameplate with the word 'Rei' on it and a couple of bat decorations. Taking a deep breath, you knocked on the door. It took a while, but then you heard a raspy "Come in" from the other side of the door.

You slowly opened the door to reveal Rei laying in bed, a cloth on his forehead. Rei looked at you, and his eyes widened in surprise. "Y-Y/n...?" He tried to sit up, but you rushed towards him to lay him back down. Of course, you made sure to close the door first. "What are you doing here...?" He asked in disbelief. "I came here to check on you, dummy. When I heard you were sick I came rushing here." You explained, pouting a bit that he didn't tell you he was sick. Rei chuckled, and you pouted even more. "Hey! It's not funny, y'know! I came here worried sick for you!" You said angrily. Rei stopped laughing. "It's cute when you worry over me like that, you know?" You blushed because of his words. "S-shut up! It's normal for a girlfriend to worry about their boyfriend. And besides... who knows what you did the whole day. Maybe you ran away to cheat with some girl." You didn't really think that, of course. And Rei knew that. So he laughed even more. The mood then seemed lighter as the two of you laughed.

"So... about your siblings...." You start. Rei looked away guiltily. "I guess I should've told you this sooner. I have siblings I take care of myself. Mama sometimes come to help, but he also has two little sons of his own, so I don't usually bother him." You look at him solemnly. "What about... your parents...?" Rei sighed. "Both our parents got into an accident a year ago. I've been taking care of my siblings ever since." You both stayed silent for a while. That is until you hugged him tightly. "You don't have to hide that from me... do you feel ashamed for taking care of your siblings that you didn't want to tell anyone including me...?" Rei shook his head as he starts tearing up. "Somehow, the thought of you being disgusted by this repeatedly play in my head."

"For taking care of you siblings?! Of course not! You're just doing what you can! Trust me, ok? I'll help you this time. I'll help you take care of them. Whatever you need, ok? I have my own apartment here, you know. I don't really have plans. I only work on part-time jobs during sundays and mondays. So I'm free whenever. Just. Tell me when you need anything from now on, ok?" Rei nodded as he smiles. "Thankyou." You hugged him tightly once again then kissed him on the forehead. Then the two of you decided to cuddle up together.

A few hours had passed. It's now the afternoon, specifically dinner time. Someone stood in front of Rei's bedroom door, knocking on the hardwood. "Rei-nii? Wakey wakey~!" Another figure standing beside the first one nudged him. "Don't scream like that! We don't want to disturb Nii-san, ok?" He sighed. Then he opened the door slowly. The two peeked inside.

The two were quite shocked to see their oldest brother all snuggled up in bed with a woman they didn't know. Opening the door even further, the lught touches Rei's sensitive eyes. He slowly stirred before opening his eyes. The two figures stood there, frozen. Rei looked at the two figures and then sat up to see more clearly. Of course, I'm minding you so he won't accidently wake you up. "Shu? Kanata?" Rei asked once his eyes cleared up.

"Brother, Mama had told us to call you for dinner. Sorry to disturb your... ah... slumber..." The younger brother said. "Sorry Nii-san..." Rei shook his head. "No, it's fine. Every meal of the day is important, after all. You two go on head down, I'll catch up once I'm... sorry, i mean we are ready." The two looked at each other before nodding and slowly leaving the room, slowly closing the door too. Once the door clicked to a close, the two immediately ran down to the kitchen.

"Mama! You didn't tell us Nii-san has a girlfriend!" The eldest of the two shouted. "Be quiet...! We don't want for brother to hear...!" The younger scolded. "Ah, right. I forgot to tell you both. Your brother's girlfriend came over because she's worried about your sick brother! Isn't that sweet~?" Madara gushed. "Couldn't you tell us that before? We wouldn't have dared to even disturb if we knew." The younger grumbles. Honestly, the reason was because he cringes at the sight of lovey dovey things. Meanwhile, the older one started to gush at it with Madara.

Back to our two protags, they both had gotten themselves ready and were about to head down stairs. Though, to be honest, you were really nervous. I mean, who wouldn't? Meeting your partner's family is no measly thing. It's basically you convincing them that you can be a great partner to your significant other. Also, to get you aquainted before marriage.

Rei noticed this nervousness and grabbed your hand gently. "Nervous?" You nodded slowly. "Don't be. Everything is going to be alright." He gently pat your head with his free hand. You blushed under his touch. "But... first impressions are everything, isn't it? I don't look... presentable like this... just look at me. My hair is an absolute mess, I'm practically still in my uniform... even if I am wearing your shirt... and... what if I messed up? And... so they won't like me...?" You rambled. Rei heard every word. He grabbed your chin and closed you both in for a kiss. This relaxed you a bit. Feeling the warmth of Rei is always the best.

"Don't worry. They may be... odd... at times...-"

"Just like you?" You cut him off. He chuckles. "Yes. Just like me. But they are not bad people. Some may need more convincing than others, but I'm sure you'll do great. Besides, you look perfect just the way you are." You smiled at him, feeling a bit more courage within you. "So... You're a bad person?" You tease. Rei realised what he said. "Of course not. I may be a vampire, but I'm a nice vampire." You laugh at his comeback. Honestly, it's always funny to you how he thinks that he's a very old emo vampire when he's really not. He just has a condition that makes him not stand the sun that well, happen to have black hair, red eyes, and has pale skin. Just because of that doesn't make him a vampire, right? But nonetheless, it's one of his charms, so you're not complaining.

Upon reaching the dinner table, you were met with people who you hadn't met yet and the few people you met at the door just a few hours ago. Assuming they are all Rei's siblings, they were a lot. "Ah~! Y/n! Thanks for joining us tonight. I made Rei's favorite today, so please enjoy~." 'Mama' said to you. "No, no! I should be thanking you all for inviting me." You said nervously as you bowed your head. Rei then lead you to your seat, which was beside Rei.

Oh, boy. Cold stares hit you from left to right as you uncomfortably sat in your seat. Rei, knowing you very well, tried to give you a reasuring smile as he gently grasp your hand in his for comfort. Though you knew this will be a very long night.

What happened next? That's for me to know, and for you to find out~

word count: 2270

Well, that's it folks. How was that for a come back? Was it bad? If it is, please forgive me. This is me finishing it before finals. But eh, I tried my absolute best. And yes, this is part one. Part 2 may come soon. Don't know when. I might postpone it to work on my Eccentric Family series to mix it up a bit. who knows? Just know part 2 is definitely comin! Well, goodbye for now!

Valora out~!

[thisworldisablackhole]

SeeYouSpaceCowboy The Romance of Affliction

🌕🌕🌕🌕🌑

It was a cold, dark winter evening. My best friend and I were having one of our frequent "get faded and listen to music" sessions. Those hang outs were always the highlight of my week. Crack a cold one, have some deep conversations, and crank some tunes. Lift off, baby. The vibes were good, but when it came time for me to commandeer the Auxiliary Cord SS, I admit I was a little sheepish.

"You got any new shit?"

"Well… sort of… you might not like it though"

"Fuck it dog, put that shit on. You know I'm pretty open minded"

I laughed.

"Alright, we'll see about that"

I think I might have put on "…and My Faded Reflection in Your Eyes", first, but my memory of that night is a little hazy. It doesn't matter though, because what happened next was a complete and enthusiastic unravelling of our former selves as we bonded over a new found mutual love of melodic metalcore. We had been friends for close to 10 years, but up until this point we had reserved our musical exchanges for mostly palatable cool guy bands who hid their emotional urgency under a veil of artful stoicism. Perhaps this was done out of shame, because wearing your heart on your sleeve is generally discouraged in the culture of adulthood. It felt like a risk to open up and share the side of me that still loves an arguably juvenile mode of expression, but the reward for doing so was unbridled joy and connection.

SeeYouSpaceCowboy said fuck shame, fuck stoicism, fuck acting cool. We're gonna scream, we're gonna sing, and we're gonna feel something. The Romance of Affliction is scenecore for the modern age, and it is completely unapologetic in being so. Taking cues from bands like Drop Dead Gorgeous, The Blood Brothers, Botch, and Underoath, SYSC created a special blend of sounds that is equal parts chaotic, violent, and sweet as sweet tea on a hot southern day. Sugar, spice, everything nice, and a metric fuck tonne of Chemical X. Excuse my language.

One of the first things to really draw me into this album was the vocals. This album has a major case of split personality disorder, and I mean that in the best way possible. Vocalist Connie Sgarbossa bounces between larynx shredding highs, lows, and sasscore yelps while guitarist Ethan Sgarbossa and bassist Taylor Allen also chime in with mid ranged roars and lovesick cleans. It's enough to induce a psychotic episode, or at the very least give listeners with ADHD enough variance in frequency and delivery to keep them stimulated. The vocal patterns are impressively synchronized, and you can tell that a lot of thought goes into this aspect of their music. It's something I wish more bands would take note of, but maybe that's just my addled attention span speaking. There are some pretty cool, albeit head turning features on this album as well. Shaolin G's rap verse on "Sharpen What You Can" in particular has been polarizing, but ends up being one of the more impactful and (frankly) punk rock moments on the album as he comes in with a strong message of self affirmation and being true to yourself in the face of adversity.

The instrumentals don't hold back either, and come well equipped with their own hyper aggressive inability to sit still. Razor sharp panic chords and time signature switch ups dance their way toward atmospheric passages before plummeting back down to earth with classic single note breakdowns. Almost every song comes packaged with a hookworm chorus or dreamy melodic bit to offer respite from the teeth clenching madness and draw you back in for repeated listens. A good hook is one that makes you really appreciate everything leading up to and preceding it, and thankfully the band delivers on this every time. SYSC doesn't just rely on a catchy chorus to sell a mediocre song. They aren't afraid to show their full hand of influences either, as they ambitiously swing between three or four different niche subgenres in rapid motion. It might sound like a recipe for disaster, but it comes across as more meticulous than random, and the result is a surprisingly smooth and cohesive experience. 13 songs and 40 minutes goes by with a flash, and not once do I feel like the band is testing my patience.

The Romance of Affliction is a time machine that will unlock forgotten pieces of your heart, but it's also a vessel of progression for a subgenre that not many are brave enough to claim in today's landscape of serious mature stoicism. SeeYouSpaceCowboy have managed to breathe fresh life into old tricks in a way that only the most studious of scene disciples could pull off, and I can't wait to see them continue to flourish and expand their palette of influences in the years to come.

[lycanlovingvampyre]

MAG 134 Relisten

Activity on my first listen: putting up a new fence (MAG 123 to this episode was all one session of working outside and putting up a new fence. I remember after this episode I turned off the podcast because I felt like I’m overflowing... Plus I would only have been able to get one more episode in anyway as it was already dusk. I prepared one more element of the fence and then stopped for the day.)

MARTIN: "Statement of Adelard Dekker, taken from a letter to Gertrude Robinson, dated 22nd January, 2006." Just a bit of timeline, in Dekker's statement in MAG 113 he already referenced the Extinction with "I was pursuing my researches into the new emergence I mentioned earlier.", that one was dated circa 2012, so 6 years after this.

"But I thought it would be best to let you know as soon as possible. I am now certain my theory is correct. There is something new emerging. A fifteenth Power." Ohh, I was so excited to hear this. A greater threat that requires at least the Eye and the Lonely to work together to avert a disaster possibly dangerous to all (including the Fears) was already teased in MAG 126 by Peter ("This isn’t how any of us wanted it to go. But here we are, and if we don’t pull this off, it’s over for everyone.") My spouse hadn't caught up to this point by a long shot, but they already got bits of spoilers from me when they weren't listening yet and they said they didn't mind, when it's vaguely something that will come up. After I was done outside and came back into the house and told them S4 is going to be interesting, there's something bigger that requires potential rivals to work together. Yeah, I totally took the bait... xD

If there's one pronunciation I have even more problems with than British towns-names it's French XD I have absolutely no idea, if what Alex is saying is anywhere near accurate.

"It talked of Garland Hillier’s ‘new revelation,’ about the absolute change of the world in terms that seemed at first elegiac, but later seemed – almost panicked, with the final entry simply repeating the words 'La porte est la porte.' The door is the door." Door motif! Door to the end of the world!

“there is nothing done in the history of humanity that deserves the things that come after us.” Meeeehhh, humankind has been pretty shitty at times... I’d rather ask, do the (poor?) things that come after us deserve the shithole they might inherit?

"I may try to interview her again, later, though I have my suspicions she may find herself disappearing. She has that quality about her; I’m sure you know what I mean. O-of an unfinished meal. And I can only hope that when the second course starts, she can find her way back to Garland Hillier’s apartment once more. But of course the evidence suggests that, in the end, even he wasn’t able to." Even if you manage to escape the horrors once, it doesn't mean they won't come back for you. I don't know what's worse: Not knowing, if it'll come back, or knowing that there is no escape.

"It used to be part of the End, perhaps; when the end of humanity was to be the end of all things. But now – th-the fear is not of a rapture or a revelation. It is of catastrophic change. A change in our world that will wipe out what it means to be us, and leave something else in its place." 14 Fears - Climate Change - 15 Fears XD Also want to say, that this is what a lot of people don’t quite understand about the Extinction. It's not about the end of all things. Just about the end of us as we know ourselves. Hm, Extinction of humanity would also kind of fit the Vast - our insignificance on a greater scale. Humanity has been so self-centered, thinking that whatever will destroy us will destroy all life. But it's not like that... (Hm, wondering what climate change will to do aquatic life?)

PETER: "Not at all. Honestly, that’s the sort of thing I normally relish; I’ve always been a little bit of a gambler, and the higher the stakes the better." Peter, one day this will kill you...

PETER: "The End doesn’t really need one. It knows that it gets everything eventually, so why bother? The End manifesting would not be a new world of terror; it would be a lifeless world. Devoid of everything." MARTIN: "Including fear." Fear for the Fears to survive upon.

PETER: "He manages to pull himself out of the coffin like a grubby Jesus, and he even brings a penitent thief along, in the form of your pet murderer" I love Peter's nicknames for the archive crew. Though "detective friend" was a bit boring, he can do better!

PETER: "We have bigger concerns than this little soap opera you call an Archive." Peter also likes the office comedy version of TMA xD

PETER: "What does – puzzle me though, and I mean that genuinely, is – why you were piling tape recorders onto the coffin while John was in there. (brief pause) It’s a question, Martin, it’s – it’s not an accusation." MARTIN: "I don’t know. And I just – felt like it might help. He’s always recording, and I thought it – it might help him… find his way out." Ok, so now we got the information that it was Martin who put the tape recorders all around the coffin. I think it was definitely important that it was Martin and not Basira or Melanie. I've already said in MAG 132 that I think the tapes definitely did something and the rib nothing at all with Jon caring too little about his physical body and such. Jon cares a lot more about others than himself right now and I think Martin is the one he cares most about. In statements with anchors we hear about the statement givers thinking of their loved ones (In MAG 13 suddenly "hearing" Evan, in MAG 48 thinking about her mother, in MAG 129 thinking about his grandfather), and while we don't hear Jon talking about what he's thinking of, it's not complete out of the question. Daisy was also talking about Basira, that could have made Jon think about people he cares about. Other people here on tumblr spoke of the idea that the tapes might have amplified the rib, so I like to think of the tapes also being able to amplify Martin's presence. He is Beholding too after all. Martin wanted Jon to find his way out. And in MAG 170 in memory manner Jon was able to make his way to Martin because Martin let himself be known. I know, it's almost a bit too corny for TMA (wasn't too corny for MAG 13, 48 and 129 either, soooo), but fuck it, my heart needs this! Martin and the tapes got Jon out of the coffin. This is also the perfect opportunity to say again, that I love this about TMA. The vagueness. Other stories often get wonky when things are too rigid (I've talked about this especially regarding soft and hard magic systems. Hard magic is so difficult to pull off, there is just so much you have to keep track of to avoid contradictions). And it's doing amazing fan service as well! Giving each and every one of us the opportunity to attribute Jon's escape to whatever part we like best, rib, tapes, Martin, or a combination of various components.

PETER: "Interesting. Were you compelled?" MARTIN: "I don’t know. Maybe? I-I, I definitely wanted to do it." PETER: "But?" [SLIGHT PAUSE.] MARTIN: "I’m – I’m not sure where the idea came from." PETER: "You should watch out for that. Could be something dangerous." I'd say it is totally possible to have a sudden inspiration, but with the tapes being Web there is no way there wasn't a bit of Web involved, especially with Martin's tendencies to subtle manipulation and therefore the Web. At the time this might have also been foreshadowing that the tapes are Web?

@a-mag-a-day

[joy-of-life88]

Inked Temptation [a Damian Priest story] 19 Cake heaven

Ellie POV

Annoyed, I looked at my phone again to check the time. We only had half an hour left, but that didn't seem to make Damian speed up a bit in the slightest.

"D! Come on we're going to be late!" I called for what felt like the fifth time.

"Take it easy. I'm done." he said as he finally stepped into the bedroom.

"Why do you always take so long?" I asked, nudging him lightly in the side.

"Greatness takes time, baby girl." he replied with a wink.

"Oh are you saying because I'm always quick to leave that I don't look good?" I wanted to know to tease him.

"What? No! That's not what I said. You know you look amazing without even trying!" he gushed as he looked at me with wide eyes.

"Calm down. I was just teasing you." I laughed at his startled face.

"Oh you're pretty cheeky!" He exclaimed and grabbed me simply and threw me on his shoulder before slapping me on the butt.

"Ah! Damian, put me down! You're wrinkling my dress!" I squealed, trying to sound pissed off but failing all the way.

"What, I thought we were late and I was going to carry you downstairs." he chuckled in his deep voice.

Immediately it was clear to me that if we would not have a appointment for the wedding, he would have been very happy to prolong this thing. And I could not hold it against him.

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"I don't know how we're going to decide with almost 20 flavors." said Damian as we sat in the cab, on our way to Brooklyn to pick out the cake for our wedding.

"I saw the list and I think I already have an idea which cake you'll like best. I just don't know if it's particularly wedding appropriate." I said as I held his hand.

Damian put his other hand on top before he started playing with the bracelet he had given me yesterday for Valentine's Day.

"Oh? And which one would that be, exactly?" he wanted to know.

"Well... I think you'll know it when you see it. I called ahead to rule out a few possibilities. Anything with nuts I crossed off the list. Although the chocolate and praline cake with hazelnut cream sounded pretty darn good." I replied.

"That's a good call. That could potentially lead to disaster." he said.

"Exactly. Alright my little sweet tooth... let's get started then." I replied as the cab came to a stop in front of the little bakery.

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"I don't particularly like the chocolate cake with mint. And I don't think the majority of our guests would," I said after we were halfway through the sample pieces.

"I still find strawberry cream and vanilla lemon the best. But then it really has to be the best, in session strawberries. I guess in May it's doable. What do you think?" asked Damian me before popping a piece of the chocolate fudge cake in his mouth.

"I agree. Although... this is super yummy too. But I think I can already rule out anything with cream cheese frosting. Is it possible to try the red velvet with vanilla buttercream instead of cream cheese frosting?" I asked the baker just as he came in with the next pieces.

"Certainly. Here we have plain vanilla sponge cake with salted caramel buttercream, chocolate cake with a ganache and raspberries, classic confetti cake and cookies and cream." He replied as he placed the plate on the table in front of us.

When Damian heard the words Cookies and Cream his head shot up. I knew he would like that best. With determination, he took this piece and placed it on his plate.

"That was the kind I knew you would like. How does it taste?" I wanted to know.

"Here, try it," he replied and then held out his fork to me with a bite of the cake.

And I had to admit that it tasted better than I thought. And judging by Damian's happy face, he was in cake heaven right now.

"Guess we found our cake, huh?" I giggled.

"Are you sure about this? Didn't you think it wasn't particularly appropriate for a wedding? Isn't it too juvenile?" he asked, a little surprised.

"In the end, only one thing matters...that we like it. And your sparkling eyes tell me you love it. So... Cookies and Cream it is." I replied as I took his chin in my hand and gave him a kiss.

"I love you, Ellie-Bell." he whispered.

"I love you too, love. But just so you know... I decide how the cake will be decorated." I replied, pecking his lips again and again.

"Of course. I wouldn't dream of contradicting the bride." said Damian with a smirk.

"You're a really smart man, Mister Priest. But I'm only comfortable when we find a compromise, and so far we've succeeded in every decision we've made," I replied before giving him another big kiss.

[that-tall-queer-bassist]

Heyy tumblr user ThatTallQueerBassist, hope you're doing well today!! I'd like to propose #9 for the prompt game, mainly because I've been obsessed with limited life recently and I feel like that prompt is very fitting. No pressure to do anything that doesn't spark your interest, but I thought this one would be fun (´ ∀ ` *)

-Birb <3

:D hi!!

I had so much fun writing this, and I hope it meets your expectations? I went for something that has angst implied if you know the context (the disaster that was session three XD) but it ended up being a lot lighter than I expected, so I hope thats okay!

It kinda got away from me, and its over 500 words so I'm gonna put a line break before it, to spare the dashes of anyone who doesn't want to read it XD

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Grian was sick, and exhausted. 

But he couldn’t rest, not in a death game. 

Not in a game where his time is slowly trickling away, deadline growing closer and closer with every misstep, every death.

But the other Bad Boys wouldn’t have it. 

“Grian! You need to go back to bed and rest up!” Joel blocked the doorway with his body, not letting Grian pass him. 

“I’ll be fine, I just need to walk it off- Would you move? You’re in my way.”

Joel moved to block him again, holding him still with his hands on Grians shoulders. “No way, you’re sick, and not ‘easy fix’ sick, sick-sick. You’re going back to sleep.”

“I’m going outside!” Grian glared up at Joel, willing to fight for his freedom. How dare he try to keep Grian from going where he wants-

“You’ll make Jimmy sad if you don’t rest.”

That made Grian pause, because oh. He hadn’t thought about Jimmy, how he would feel if Grian ‘didn’t take care of himself’. And what if Grian made Jimmy or Joel sick? If they caught it while he was still sick theyd be vulnerable.. 

“Fine. But I want to rest outside!”

“Let me make you a bed and I’ll allow it.”

“Make me a hammock and we’ve got a deal.”

“You’re a menace.”

“You love it”

Joel rolled his eyes but didn’t deny it.

Jimmy returned from visiting the Mean Gills soon after Joel finished.

Grians smug smile peeked over the edge of the woolen hammock, and made Jimmy laugh when he saw it. 

“The pesky bird got a swing?” Delight colored his voice, always happy with the little additions to their base. 

Joel scoffed. “The pesky bird got a cold, and insisted on resting in the sun. Vitamin D and all that.”

Jimmy’s face dropped, and he hurried over to Grian, hands out but not touching like he didn’t know what to do with them. “Is there anything you need? I can go get it, did you drink water? I’ll go get you some water.” 

Grian watched him leave, mouth still open from failing to respond fast enough to the quick paced questions.

Joel laughed at him, teasing him about being part fish instead of bird. Grian stuck his tongue out in retaliation

Jimmy returned with a glass and a bucket of clean water, going above and beyond like he always tries to. 

After Grian drank enough to placate Jimmy, Joel said, “You should take a nap.”

“But what if something happens?”

Joel’s face softened. “We’ll watch over you. Just leave it to us, okay?” His words rung like a bell, solemn and promising. 

“Alright,” Grian sat up straighter, just for a second so they could see his face better, know he meant it. “I’m trusting you. Please don’t make me regret it.”

Joel smiled, an unhinged, feral looking thing. “What could possibly make you that?” 

Jimmy started disagreeing, promising they’ll do their best and that no Bad Boy Plans™ would be put into action while he was recovering. 

But Grian was already fading, letting his head droop until his head was cushioned by his arms and a blanket. 

He could trust them. 

They’d keep him safe.

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[unnecessaryligatures]

Dave time!! Twitter is limiting how many tweets people can view now (🙄) so I am parking myself here (this will be thoughts about #davebenjo day 7, episodes 8-10 session 2; I'll edit the content under the cut as we go)

Dave continues to be wrong about Bridglar

Bridglar domestic at home real!! Also the way Dave talks about "when they get home"..."when they get home they'll find a way to live together"...dave...I'm sorry to tell you this...

I want to watch the terror camp panel about what medically went wrong

I also hope we get a terror camp talk about Silna's family. I love how much I'm learning about her culture just from these questions

two-spirit silna!!!

Dave being so strongly affected by Christos's monologue!! dave!! dave!!! Also he's right, Paul's acting in that scene with his eyes was amazing

"How do you create such a supportive environment on set?" 🥺🥺🥺

"Actors think out loud a lot" lmao

Scripts show them bus stops on their journey, and the actors have to figure out how to get from point A to point B. If the script isn't helping them, they can't figure out how to get from point A to point B, and then it's Dave's job to get them back on track.

Dave talking about how much he loves actors and will do anything for them 🥺🥺🥺

The director and showrunner's roles are to talk to the actors and find out what they need, then be as flexible as possible to give that to them

Episode 9 as a montage...damn

Dave's answer to the "when does Hickey become irredeemable" question...it's when he sees the hill they're going to camp beneath! Yes! Yes!! This is when he no longer acts to save himself, but thinks he can access the Netsilik mythology. The transgression that is actually unforgivable! I love that

Why didn't Hickey show signs of poisoning after eating Goodsir? They did have shots of Adam cramping, but no good ones so they skipped them. Adam had some explanation for why he wouldn't be as affected but Dave didn't really get it

Me: Hickey had probably experienced worse in his terrible childhood

Also me: Cramping? Trans Hickey real

A disaster exposes what's best and worst in us, often at the same time

Dave has only watched the show 8 or 10 times XD I definitely thought it would be more, but I guess that's a lot when you also wrote it, edited the script, were there when it was filmed, and edited the footage after

Ohhh no, in Goodsir's last moments, he thinks about the things that brought him joy, not people

Tuunbaq's death: intentionally put Anglican church music over his death to be the most offensive, in the sense that it's from Crozier's POV and he believes he is the main character and just vanquished a foe, not realizing that he just killed the main character (!!!)

Taking notes of ensemble horror films with naturalistic characters that Dave mentions: Black Christmas, The Fog

Dave is fine with his work being in the "missed by most, but fiercely loved by some" category: good!!

The setting itself can be scary if it's a horror setting (e.g. a haunted house); The Terror is like that. Pen in the chat: "also a haunted house to some is a home to others!" Yes!!

Dave might have originated the "Dundy" nickname for Le Vesconte XD It makes sense to him that JFJ would dole out nicknames. Yes!!

Oh nooooo they did ask the "body retains sensation after death" when Silna sees Goodsir....no....no!!!

"If you take 128 men, one of them is bound to have killed someone" 😂

"I think he dislikes murder in some respects" 🥺 thank u dave. Hickey has been in a horror story for years before the story starts...!!! The general idea that Hickey is just so tired of having to murder as was mentioned last week lmao

To understand Gibson, think of someone who knows he is just as good as someone in university but knows he will never get that opportunity. Ugghhhh dave talking about Gibson's intelligence always makes me !!!

"I don't fuck with how people pray, how they love, and how they grieve" ❤️

Love this question about the laundry!! Completely missed the longjohns. This is so interesting. I love that there's always more to explore in this show

Dave cracking up talking about Herodotus 😂 it comes highly recommended

So appreciate the question about who would have taken the "opportunity to participate in cannibalism" ldfkads (my kind of question)

POLL TIME

[scaredgirlsilly]

HERES NOAH!!!!!!!! kinda the driving force behind my fan adventure

prince of blood prospit dreamer. 19. he/him.

INTERESTS: graffiti, activism, parkour, picture/video taking, "revolutionary cinematography", indie games, his friends (not all set in stone. id like to expand his interests cause rn its a lil bland and one note)

he may have a hard exterior but on the inside hes a ray of sunshine. probably the most passionate person in his friend group, sometimes he can get a little over excited about things and it can put people off. conversly, when he has his mind set on something or a strong opinion, very little can get him to change his mind and he can be quick to anger if you go against him.

also a disaster bisexual who has a small crush on borderline the whole group, but he is like crazy for anna, the thief of mind (who idk i might post sometime)

the fangs are plastic vampire fangs he got from an arcade, he just likes wearing them around to fuck with people

as their session progresses, the group realizes that sburb is not as kind as they believed, and noah gets his heart set on trying to find a way out of the clutches of sburb and skaia. anna, conversly, thinks it would be best for the group to just hunker down, do as the game wishes, and get through the other side, as she knows that that wont be possible without all of them. this causes a schism between the group, and noah and 2 other members go out to seek answers beyond the prying eye of skaia, while anna and the last 2 scramble to finish the game before their session expires now that they are down 3 entire players.

all of the assets are edited versions of farragofiction paper doll assets, some more edited than others lol