#thread: leo ward.

[ryanlockheart]

coach ward was known to push his players, and dallas kent was no exception. every time, it seemed the curly-haired male rose to the occasion. he was the star player, but he worked hard for that title. he spent hours working out next to the smaller boy, and leo had to admit that they were becoming close friends. that meant leo could sense when something was up. the tiny, curly-haired boy wasn't pushing himself as hard as he usually would. everyone had their off days, and he'd usually accept that... but leo felt like there was something wrong. he sighed as he set his weights down onto the floor. sweat clung to his skin and glistened. leo relaxed on the bench, wiping his brow with his washrag. he let out a sigh. "dallas," the coach started, his gaze narrowing on the younger male. "you don't seem like yourself today... you need to talk?" he questioned, arching up a brow. "don't feel obligated. 's no pressure, but i'm letting you know the option's there if you want it."

[ewingstan]

What's your take on the anti-parahuman movement subplot?

Bit early to give too much commentary on it. I’ll say from where I’m at it feels a little bit weird that most of the circumstances where it seems to be present is where they’re acting as peacekeeper. Like, wherever you fall on the “parahuman heroes are pretty much cops” discourse (and imo they seem to mostly be acting as cops with less oversight), it seems significant that the times we’ve seen it strongest is the failed team introduction (hey community, how do you feel about having these people as peacekeepers?) and Gary (who interacts with the Shepherds as if they were a peacekeeping department with too much self-direction). Having “parahuman heroes don’t care enough about regular people” as a plot line is great. Mixing that with “parahumans as a group are evil” as a plot line gets odd, just because it seems to be mixing the language of bigotry with systemic critique of a specific job. It would work fine if it DIDNT have any real-world resonances, but alas,

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Dunes & Waters, part 19

PART 1 • PREVIOUS PART • NEXT PART

Remus watches Sirius eat.

Sirius shouldn’t be eating, but he’s a sneaky one and managed to smuggle a bag of dates into the museum when Remus wasn’t looking. He gets snacky, he said when he took them out and put them on his desk. Helps him think, having something to chew on.

Remus should not be watching Sirius eat. For his own self preservation, really. Not when the dates are sticky and Sirius licks them off his fingers. There’s a hint of teeth, a flash of tongue. Remus is pretty sure he would hate seeing anyone else do this, but on Sirius… he still hates it, but for different reasons. It’s obscene. His mouth opens and his fingers enter it and each time, Remus has a vivid, gut-pulling, earth-shattering reminder of the dream he had. Has to bite the inside of his own cheek to stop from moaning.

It’s been an unproductive day. He’s stuck on a translation of a word from the 30th sequence of the tomb-chapel of Rekhmira. There are some Muggle translations but none of them makes sense within the context of what Remus knows and what the Muggles wouldn’t: Rekhmira is a key.

Hng r.k mxA.i n.k r.k r qsw.k

Your mouth is ..., I measure your mouth for you to your bones

Sirius, despite emptying his stash of snacky brain food, is also getting nowhere with the Box.

“Let’s finish for today,” he says, “it’s almost midnight.”

“Run out of food, did you?”

“Yes,” a grin with so many pretty white teeth, “and I want to feed Ziggy. Poor thing’s been alone for hours.”

They walk through a night-quiet Aswan. It’s clear, star-lit, moon-bright.

“There’s my star,” Sirius point out, “bright, aren’t I?”

“That you are,” Remus answers, “very pretty.”

Sirius points out constellations as they walk, the main star in each. There’s Leo, and Regulus, it’s heart. There’s Cassiopeia, the Stag.

“And look, Aquila. Like on your Box. But it’s Altair, the Eagle’s eye, that’s the brightest, not…” he stops dead, arm he was using to point towards the sky suddenly limp by his side.

“Sirius?”

“It’s the Falcon.”

Remus wants to ask more but there is something so wonderful about watching Sirius put pieces together. He’s loath to disturb it and scared to move – he knows the face of breakthrough. He knows how easy a thread of new thought can be broken.

“Aquila was the falcon of Horus in Egypt, not an Eagle - that’s Greek. And the red star, Alshain, on the Box - it’s the peregrine, also the falcon.”

Sirius breaks eye contact with the sky, looks to Remus, bright and elated. “The whole Box is a multi level riddle, like your bloody crosswords.”

They turn back to the Museum.

It’s strange walking through the ward and into a sun lit room straight from a dark night outside. Confuses something in Remus’ time perception. It’s a liminal space, this office of theirs, where nothing is real but the two of them and what they work on. Remus gets lost in it. Could spend days in it. Work away the nights.

Sirius transfigures a blank sheet of paper into an enormous blackboard. Draws the Box on it – an approximation of it, three dimensional son flat canvas, all sharp edges and quick, overlapping lines.

“There are constellations here,” he points to one of the edges, draws an arrow to it, “and here.”

Aquila, he writes, the Falcon. “We know this. On the other side is Lupus, the Wolf.” More arrows, more notes. “But Lupus has no named stars… so what’s the clue here?”

Remus does no work of his own, just watches the storm in front of him and lets it sweep him along. Thinks just how bloody lucky he’s gotten that the convict he pulled out of prison has an in-depth knowledge of star systems. Cringes at it because calling Sirius this now? Unthinkable. Senseless.

He tries to imagine it. Sirius, hurting all those people. Can’t: even in the midst of an attack, Sirius didn’t hurt Remus, only himself. He’s been so gentle. With Ziggy. With Remus. It makes no sense, that somebody could be both.

More writing. Lupus underlined, and below it: Wolf. Roman: Bestia. Greek: Therium. Babylon: Mad Dog – UR.IDIM.

Then a drawing, something with a head of a man and body of a wolf.

Sirius draws back. Thinks about it. Summons a book of deities and it flies into his hands. “I’m missing something.”

Then he’s quiet for a while, sitting cross-legged on the floor. He’s a beautiful mess.

“That’s Anubis and Wepwawet on the front. They’re both dog gods, but that makes no sense…”

“Wepwawet is a wolf,” Remus interrupts.

It’s dangerous, now, with the disfigured human drawn on the board, how close Sirius is to figuring out the core of the research. Remus knows it, and he sees in Sirius’ eyes that he does, too.

“It’s time you give me another piece of information, Remus. The missing link.”

Remus knows he’s right. To have a chance at figuring this out, he has to know just why the Box stroke his interest. He was hoping to delay it. He was hoping not to do it at all. And Sirius was so good, he got so much of it already – more than Remus has, more than anyone since the Box had been found. Falcon. Bestia. Dog-Man.

“I’m studying werewolves.”

NEXT PART

NOTES:

Does this make sense? It makes sense to me but that could be because I know the big picture.

extra long chapter today to make up for missing yesterday :)

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I'm on the search for some Marvel/Marvel Cinematic Universe (MCU) roleplays. Movies, shows, and comics are all on the table. 🎯

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Alphonso Mackenzie

Benjamin Poindexter

Billy Russo

Bruce Banner

Bucky Barnes

Eddie Brock

Frank Castle

Grant Ward

Lance Hunter

Leo Fitz

Loki Laufeyson

Matt Murdock

Nathan Summers

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Phil Coulson

Ray Nadeem

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Remy LeBeau

Tony Stark

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Coveted Confessions (Turtle Tots: Before the Rise)

@flufftober Day 8- Alt Prompt 8- Written But Never Sent

Fandom: Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

Chapter Summary: Raph has never once heard Donnie say “I'm sorry.” But that doesn't mean he hasn't apologized.

Duo: Brains and Brawn

A/N: This was another 'Make It Fluffy' alternate prompt and also falls very hard in the hurt/comfort side of things <3

Also I will be skipping ahead a few days for Halloween as there was a prompt I really wanted to get done for the holiday!! Okay enjoy!!

Disclaimer: Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles belongs to Andy Suriano, Ant Ward, and Nickelodeon. All rights belong to them.

“Apologize,” Raph demanded sternly, arms crossed. All serious. Donnie had his back to him, purposely ignoring him as he angrily fiddled with a rubix cube. Raph felt his temper flare to life but fought hard to keep it in check. Getting mad would only make things worse. “I said apologize,” Raph tried again, stepping closer. 

Still no answer, but Donnie’s movements were getting sharper and more aggressive as the cube rotated around and around in his hands. 

“Donnie,” Raph scolded, his tone warning his brother that he was on his last strike here. 

He heard a hiss and Donnie was now violently shoving the blocks of color into place. 

“I know you can hear me,” Raph said, leaning down so his shadow fell over his little brother. “Apologize. Now.” 

Donnie’s shoulders rose as high as they would go. “No,” he whispered in a voice that said he was about to stop talking altogether if he was pushed. That or bite somebody. 

Raph sucked in the biggest breath he could, forcing himself to stay calm, even as his body trembled in pent-up frustration. “Donnie, you know what you did was wrong.”

If Donnie felt any regret or guilt he didn't show it, just continuing to fiddle with his rubix cube. Raph slid a hand down his face, exasperated with his brother and this entire stupid conversation. He wasn’t asking for much, just two simple words, ‘I’m sorry’ why did that have to be so hard? Raph felt his patience wavering to a thin thread. If he didn’t make some progress soon, he was absolutely going to lose it and that was the exact opposite of what he wanted to happen here. 

So in the calmest tone he could muster, he asked, “Can you please just give me some kind of answer? I’m really trying here.” 

Something in his tone must have gotten through because Donnie did reply, setting his rubix cube down and signing, ‘Not my fault.’

“Yes, it was,” Raph replied, stern. He couldn’t believe the gall on this kid sometimes. “You completely wrecked the kitchen. Mikey is gonna be cleaning cranberry sauce out of the dishes for the next year! Leo looks like a fruit threw up all over him!”

‘It was an experiment,’ Donnie signed back, sharp. 

“And one I told you not to do!” Raph shot back, temper boiling over just enough to make him growl. “Which is why you need to apologize. If not to the others, then to me for not listening!”

Donnie’s hands stayed decidedly still at his sides, refusing to answer him in sign. It seemed he’d chosen stubbornly refusing till he died. A typical Donnie response, honestly. Raph didn’t think he’d ever got his genius brother to actually apologize to anyone. 

That left Raph with no other option. He hated to do it, easily his least favorite part of being a big brother, but if Donnie was gonna be like this…

“Fine, then you can go to your room and think about what you did.” Ugh, Raph really hated grounding them. It made him feel like the bad guy.

Especially when Donnie finally turned around only to give him a very annoyed glare. 

“Unless you want to say something to me first,” Raph continues, hoping Donnie would just listen for once and actually say it. 

Instead Donnie’s gaze goes flat and he stands up and walks to his room, fists clenched tight to sides. 

Raph sighs and goes to try and clean the mess in the kitchen. 

…

It was hours later and Donnie still hadn’t come out of his room to apologize. Raph should have expected it- since his little brother was one of the most stubborn kids alive- but it was still a huge disappointment when there was no offer whatsoever to make amends. Usually there was something after Donnie had time to cool off but today it seemed Donnie was sticking to his guns on the whole ‘being innocent’ thing.

So Raph, being the bigger turtle it seemed, decided to take the initiative and bring Donnie his dinner. Not just because leaving his little brother to starve was something he would absolutely not do no matter how much trouble he was in but also because he hoped round two of talking things out might breed better results. Probably not but a turtle could dream, couldn’t he? 

He paused at the threshold, knocking once on the wall to see if he’d get a response. He counted to twenty before silently peeking through the curtain to see if Donnie was actually inside or just giving him the silent treatment. 

Turns out it was neither, Donnie instead passed out on his bed, back propped against the wall and head slumped to the side. There was a pile of index cards scattered all over his lap, bed, and floor, so he must have dozed off in the middle of whatever project he was working on. 

A small smile playing on his lips, Raph brushed past the curtain and over to his brother on light tip-toe steps. He set the plate down on Don's nightstand for later and gently pulled off his glasses. Setting those aside as well, Raph carefully cupped the back of Donnie's head and guided him down to the soft pillow. The moment his skin touches the silky texture, Donnie sinks deep down into them and sighs in contentment, the snapper watching with an amused expression.

Raph pulls a blanket over him next, making bits of paper flutter to the floor, tucking it just under his chin and Donnie grumbles something in his sleep, rolling over. Afraid he's going to wake the young genius, he begins rubbing soft circles on Donnie's forehead, letting out the quietest rumble he can. Deep sleep takes the softshell quickly and he melts impossibly further into his sleep-warm bed with a slight snore.

Raph’s grin widens and once he’s sure he can remove his hand without waking Donnie, he starts clearing the mess off the bed. He doesn’t bother organizing them, because that’s Donnie’s specialty, but he stacks them as neatly as he can on the nightstand, right next to his bro’s glasses and cold dinner. He does it absently, not really paying attention to what’s written on the index cards- he doubts he’d understand it anyways- but then… one catches his eye. 

His name is on it and before he even realizes what he’s doing, Raph’s already reading it.

To Raph,

I’m sorry for tearing your favorite teddy

-Donnie

Raph chokes on air. 

The penmanship is crooked and awkward in the way a little kid would write it- how Donnie used to write before he’d learned how to properly hold a pencil- and there’s a little date at the top of the card. And though Raph isn’t great at those, he does remember the incident from years ago.

Donnie and Leo were fighting over Raph’s toys because he’d said they could each have one to sleep with for the night, and once it turned into an all-out tug-of-war, Beary Bearington’s arm had ripped completely off. Raph had cried and Leo had quickly apologized but Donnie had just gone silent and slunk off to his room with what remained of Raph’s precious teddy. A little while later Donnie had returned and silently handed back Beary Bearington, who’s arm had been taped back together. Raph had hugged his little brother so tight Donnie’s feet had come off the ground. 

Raph… Raph had no idea Donnie had-

Had he written this back then and just… never given it to him. Had he really kept it all this time? 

Raph shuddered just thinking about it. He looked back at the many, many index cards scattered all over the floor and piled on the nightstand and shuddered harder. With dread pooling in his stomach, he picked up another card and anxiously read it.

To Mikey,

I’m sorry for accidentally spilling all your paint and ruining your drawing. 

-Donnie

The writing was much cleaner than the last, the date nearly two years later. Raph remembered this incident too, though not as clearly. He remembered hearing his baby brother crying and finding a floor covered in wet paint with Mikey standing in a puddle of it and bawling, a nearly complete drawing now stained with reds and greens. Donnie had just stood there wringing his hands together and not reacting. He’d tried to get Donnie to help clean up the mess but he’d just shook his head and run off to his room again. 

Mikey had gone in there later and they’d “hugged it out” according to him so Raph had let the incident go. 

Now he was thinking maybe he shouldn't have because apparently neither had Donnie. 

Had he shown Mikey the index card or had he hidden it from him like he’d hid the one for Raph? 

Raph swallowed hard, he really didn't like where this was going. 

He continued sifting through another few cards before he found one detailing an event he recognized. 

To Leo,

I’m sorry for calling you the dumbest person on the entire planet. You are at least marginally less dumb than others. 

-Donnie

Raph was used to breaking up arguments that got out of hand between his younger twin brothers but this one had been one of the worst. Leo had done really bad at the math sheet Pop’s had given them for school and Donnie had made a joke at Leo’s expense. Only it had actually hurt Leo’s feelings, which left Donnie a scattered mess when the slider yelled something mean and ran off crying. Splinter had gone after Leo which left Raph and Mikey with Donnie. They tried to encourage him to go say he was sorry but Donnie had refused, eventually snapping at them to leave him alone and running off too. 

Raph found them a few hours later, cuddling on a large beanbag together and watching cartoons, Leo flipping through one of Donnie’s favorite comic books while Donnie fiddled with the Jupiter Jim action figure that Leo never let anyone play with. They were chattering and laughing and teasing like everything was normal so they must have made up. 

So why had Donnie kept this?! Why was he holding onto an age old argument that had already been resolved?

That question lingered as Raph kept flipping and flipping and flipping through the cards, his stomach in painful knots as he read over each one carefully. It seemed like every mistake Donnie had ever made was written there, even pointlessly silly things like eating the last cookie after Mikey called dibs or taking apart the toaster and putting it back together without anyone noticing. It was so sad and unnecessary. 

Because even when Donnie didn’t say he was sorry, he always showed it. By repairing what he broke or offering one of his toys for them to play with or making something cool and new just for them. Or, in Raph’s case, just sadly laying his head against his big brother’s chest and letting Raph squeeze and squeeze until he was good and satisfied. 

That was a Donnie apology, never said but always known and always felt by the people who loved him. 

And didn't he know that was enough?! Didn't he know Raph and his brothers always forgave Donnie? Because of course they did, they were brothers! They could never stay mad at Donnie forever! Raph knew he certainly couldn’t. So why did it seem like maybe Donnie was staying mad at himself by holding onto letters he’d never actually sent?

Finally Raph reached the very last card and he recognized the date scrawled in the corner as today. He almost didn't want to read it but he couldn't stop now that he'd come this far. So plunging ahead, he read the note as fast as possible before he could second guess himself. 

To Raph, 

It seemed Donnie had scribbled out multiple false starts before settling on:

I'm sorry I didn't say it.

Raph felt his heart plummet to his toes, a deep regret wedging itself tight in his throat, making it hard to breathe. 

That was it. That was all it said. It wasn't even signed like the others.

That wasn't at all the apology Raoh had been expecting. He'd thought Don's guilt would be from wrecking the kitchen not… not…

Raph’s breath hitched, the index card crumpling in his hands until it was completely illegible. 

Good! He didn't ever want to read those words again. It was painful enough knowing Donnie actually felt that way! 

And the only reason he did was because… because…

Raph’s words came flying back at him, sticking to him like tiny needles in the brain. 

Just tell him you're sorry. 

If you say sorry I'm sure Leo will forgive you.

Hey, hey, it's okay, just tell him you didn't mean it. 

Unless you want to say something to me first.

But that- that wasn't at all what Raph had meant. He'd just wanted an apology, any apology, that's all. He didn't think Donnie would take it so literally! 

But of course he did, this was Donnie he was talking about! His genius brother was never good at reading between the lines. No wonder he'd kept all these apologies hidden under lock and key. He probably didn't even think he was forgiven! 

Raph abruptly scooped all the cards into his hands- completely done with the vile things hurting his little brother- and marched straight over to the little trash can Donnie kept in the corner of his room. He was just about to chunk them when a thought occurred to him. 

Would that really help Donnie? Yeah he wouldn't have such an easy way to constantly guilt trip himself- and it would be so insanely satisfying for Raph- but… 

It wouldn't change how Donnie felt. 

And it wouldn't fix Raph’s mistake. 

Raph glanced over at his sleeping brother then back to the pile of paper in his arms before making his decision. It took more than a little mental willpower but he finally managed to open his arms wide, letting the cards flutter to the ground instead of the trash can. 

Right, if he was going to fix this he needed a better plan than just destroying evidence. 

Admittedly, Raph wasn't very good with plans but he was good at cheering up his little brothers. He could do this. He could make things right. 

…

It was several hours later when Donnie started to blink awake, groaning and grumbling as he shifted around under the warm sheets. Reaching one hand out of his ridiculously cozy cocoon, Donnie sluggishly felt around the nightstand for his glasses, nearly knocking them to the floor when he did stumble across them. He slipped them on with one hand while using the other to push himself up to a sitting position-

Then jolted back in shock when he spotted Raph sitting on the edge of his bed, utterly silent. 

Raph gave the softshell a sheepish smile as he watched Donnie calm back down from the unintentional jumpscare, hand over heart and breath come out in rapid pants. He was glaring, too, in that very annoyed Donnie way, eyebrows raised in silent question but Raph wasn’t sure what the question was just yet so he didn’t answer. 

Instead he waited on pins and needles as Donnie’s searching eyes eventually glanced downwards, landing on the small pile of index cards in Raph's lap. 

Donnie’s eyes went wide, his pupils barely pinpricks as they flicked over his big brother’s face nervously. His whole body seemed to tense up at once, back going straight as a line, shoulders stiff, hands clenched into fists, just watching Raph with the uneasiest of looks. Raph heard the hard swallow, like Donnie was dreading something horrible to come and it made Raph’s stomach twist in knots. 

There was no move to speak or act, instead it seemed the softshell was waiting for Raph to make the first move. So he did, giving Donnie the gentlest smile he could and offering one of the index cards for his little brother to take.  

Donnie’s eyes flashed down to it in surprise before darting back up to Raph, eyebrows creasing in confusion. But Raph just continued to grin, waiting with held breath for Donnie to take it. The softshell looked unsure, but eventually the weary expression turned more trusting and he reached out and took the little card from Raph’s hands.

Raph breathed a little sigh of relief even as he felt his smile grow wider and more real, watching as Donnie’s critical eye scanned the card. It was the first card Raph had read, only now there was a new message written at the bottom in bright red ink.  

I’m sorry for tearing up your favorite teddy

It’s okay. I forgive you

There was a long moment of silence, Donnie reading and rereading the note again and again and again, Raph waiting with a stomach full of butterflies. He could smell the fear stink wafting off his scales but made sure his face stayed warm and gentle. 

The tense expression melted into something softer and Donnie turned that look onto his big brother. Raph smiled once more before holding out the rest of the stack for him to take. 

The softshell latched onto these much faster, reading through them at his typical lightning fast pace, Raph following along through memory, each rebuttal perfectly captured in his mind.  

Leo forgives you

Mikey forgives you

Dad forgives you

We all forgive you

We will always forgive you, no matter what

Please try and forgive yourself

And then the very last card, the one Raph had spent the most time considering, trying to think of a response that would do the most good for Donnie right now. 

The card was still crumpled in a lot of places but Raph had managed to smooth it out enough that the words were loud and clear. 

I'm sorry I didn't say it. 

That's okay, you don't have to. I'm sorry for making you think you did. 

Donnie gasped, the first sound he'd made in minutes, and Raph saw something wet drip from his eyes. So Raph scooted closer, putting a tender hand on Donnie's back. “And I mean that, bud. I'm sorry for putting so much pressure on you. You don't gotta do anything you don't wanna do.” 

Donnie made a strangled sound and furiously shook his head, curling up into a little ball on the bed.

“No?” Raph questioned calmly.

Donnie dropped the card so he could sign his reply, keeping his head bowed. ‘Aren't you expecting an apology?’

“This is your apology,” Raph assured, tapping the card. “And you apologized all the other times, too. Just in your own Donnie way. We don't expect any different than that.” 

Donnie was starting to tremble now, Raph seeing a few fat tears plop onto his lap. ‘How do you know I'm really forgiven?’

“Because big brothers know everything, duh.” Raph puffed out his chest in pride. 

Donnie snorted, headbutting Raph's plastron before fingerspelling, ‘factually incorrect.’ 

Raph didn't know what either of those words meant which probably only proved Donnie’s point. The snapper draped both arms over his brother's back, not quite hugging him but enough pressure that Donnie knew the intent. “And also because you're our brother and we love you, so of course we're always gonna forgive you. No matter what your apology looks like, I promise you we'll know and  forgive you.” 

Donnie shuddered through a breath, using his shoulder blade to try and indiscreetly wipe away the tears, before sitting up straight and finally meeting Raph's eyes with piercing determination, the snapper nearly stumbling back from the intensity of it. But Donnie doesn't break eye contact even as Raph's drifts downward to read his brother's signs. ‘I'm sorry for destroying the kitchen.’

Raph smiles, big and bright, and raises his hands to sign back, ‘I know. I forgive you.’

…

Three weeks later Raph and Donnie get into a big fight about using a blowtorch without supervision. There is a lot of shouting and accusing before they both eventually split off to their rooms to cool down.

Raph is about to go apologize but is taken aback when he finds an index card carefully slipped underneath his curtain.

A/N: Another Donnie centered chapter, complete with Donnie headcanon! It's almost like he's my favorite character or something ;)

Seriously though this is a favorite headcanon of mine and will admit the inspiration came a lot from reading Ghost in the Shell by @amevello-blue where Donnie does something similar. Give it a read you will not be disappointed!!

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I'm on the search for some Marvel/Marvel Cinematic Universe (MCU) roleplays. Movies, shows, and comics are all on the table. 🎯

I write through Tumblr messages or on Discord. I like to stay on Tumblr for plotting. I write in third person, past tense and typically around 200-400 words. Daily replies are not a guarantee because of RL. I try my hardest to get them out within 2-3 days. I generally do not double or do a lot of OOC chatter because of my limited amount of free time to partake in all of my hobbies. I do not have any triggers. MxM ships are my favorite, but I'm open to MxF. Canon x canon only. I lean towards romantic ships, and I'm fine with writing smut/NSFW (with any plot/smut ratio) or keeping things clean.

Please be 18+ to interact. I prefer my writing partners also write in third person (I don't mind the tense). Other than no one-liners, I care more about quality over quantity. When in the early discussion stage, I like hearing back within 2-3 days. When writing the thread, I only ask for 1 reply a week. I like communicative writing partners who will tell me beforehand if it's going to take longer.

I'm just going to be listing my main muses (I might be able to be talked into writing some other characters). I have plenty of favorite ships, and I'm open to discussing others I've never thought of before.

Any muse in bold I'm especially interested in writing as right now.

My Muses:

Alphonso Mackenzie

Benjamin Poindexter

Billy Russo

Bruce Banner

Bucky Barnes

Eddie Brock

Frank Castle

Grant Ward

Lance Hunter

Leo Fitz

Loki Laufeyson

Matt Murdock

Nathan Summers

Andrew!Peter Parker

Phil Coulson

Ray Nadeem

Reed Richards

Remy LeBeau

Tony Stark

Victor von Doom

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[standupcomedyhistorian]

Hey, everyone!

I'm doing better (although living on my own is WEIRD after being with my ex for 21 years), and I wanted to thank you all for your kind words and thoughts. I'm getting through this one day at a time, and I'll make it to the other side of the road. 🐔

Anyway, there was a recent list of best comedians in the 21st century in the Telegraph on the eve of the Fringe Festival, and some of my favorite comics were included! 👀

Here's the descriptions for those curious—I highly recommend all of these incredible comics, ESPECIALLY number 1:

44. Kate Berlant (my article about her and Bo; audience interviews for Kate coming soon!)

A warped mirror for millennial smugness, 36-year-old Berlant’s narcissistic persona and fast-paced, deadpan delivery have inspired a host of great younger acts ­(including Leo Reich). Her ­half-improvised, stream-of-­consciousness patter is a kind of thrilling comedy glossolalia, while her mind-reading routine is some of the funniest failed ­stage-magic since Tommy Cooper. The ­American’s luvvie-mocking ­Broadway show Kate (directed by Bo Burnham) arrives in London next month. Fight for a ticket.

16. James Acaster (my article about him and Bo)

It’s easy to take Acaster for granted – he’s constantly on panel shows and podcasts. But his 2018 stand-up shows (collected on Netflix as Repertoire) are works of borderline genius; baroque puzzle-boxes, all buried callbacks and high-concept whimsy. If he once seemed a bit aloof and impersonal, that mask fell with his most recent West End show: a confessional tour-de-force about being dumped by his girlfriend for Rowan Atkinson.

5. Tim Minchin (my article about him and Bo)

The kohl-eyed, frantic-haired ­Aussie already felt like the ­finished article when he parachuted into the 2005 Edinburgh Fringe with his sensational debut, which ­parodied teen popstar dreams with precision-tooled, beat-perfect musical numbers. Almost two decades later – after stage-musical success with Matilda and Groundhog Day – his live shows come with more ­contemplation and political edge, but that twinkly-eyed mischief is still there. Minchin evolves with age, and is all the better for it.

4. Maria Bamford (my article about her and Bo)

A critic once called Bamford ­schizophrenic. She corrected him: “That’s not my mental ­illness! ­Schizophrenia is, of course, ­hearing voices, not doing voices.” An ­impressionist whose vocal ­acrobatics are usually used to ­imitate her own family, Bamford can be surreal, confessional or ­staggeringly dark (especially stories about her time “in the psych ward”), but is always ­thrilling. Her rare ­performances – in her own front room, car parks, or to just one ­audience member at a time – are unique. Wildly original, and a crucial influence on countless young British acts, she is, to my mind, America’s greatest living stand-up.

1. Bo Burnham (my primer and SOOOO much more on my website haha)

Burnham is the 21st-century ­comedian. Recorded in his ­bedroom, the razor-sharp New ­Englander’s piano-driven songs made him a ­YouTube sensation by the age of 19, at which point, in 2010, he ­astonished British audiences with an almost bewilderingly precocious stage debut, Words, Words, Words. 

His follow-up, What, was better yet, a royal-flush hour of ingeniously sly musical, character and meta-comedy that was the undisputed hit of 2013. As he told me at the time, “I do hope my sort of frantic, the-floor-is-lava type of comedy is a mimic of what it feels like to be alive now.” Indeed it was, and, although panic attacks took Burnham away from the stage for some years, he blithely whipped up the acclaimed feature film Eighth Grade in 2018, and three years later returned to the public eye with the Netflix ­special Inside. 

This was locked-down comedy – as “live” as it could be at the time – about the misery, isolation and gnawing insecurity of being a young comic unable to perform, so finely observed, intricately ­constructed and beautifully ­written it made your head spin. In terms of capturing that bizarre moment, mining it for laughs, and speaking both to his own generation and to all of us imprisoned in our own homes, no one else even came close.

Congratulations, Bo! ✌🏼

[tuncayacelik]

thread count: 3 | drafted: 3 | posted: 0/3 | replies: thursday

The Basics ~

name: tuncay ‘cay’ aslan çelik 

dob: august 21st, 1987

sun&moon: leo&cancer

occupation: interior architect / celik design CEO

birthplace: adana, turkey

legal residence: east haven, vermont

gender identity: cisgender

pronouns: he/him

orientation: bisexual / biromantic

status: openly married

family: mehmet çelik (father), sevda çelik (mother), amman ulusoy (ex-partner - deceased), tbd çelik (husband), mehtap çelik (daughter - 12), ayah çelik (daughter - 3), minnoş (german shepherd).

Possible Connections~

business partners ~ while his best friend is his main business partner, Tuncay likes to dip his toes into promising adventures in many areas of the business world. He mainly focuses on architecture but enjoys the idea of providing affordable and sustainable housing to people. Your character could be a fellow architect, they could be currently working together on a build, they could work for or with him in any capacity. Perhaps, they only know of each other in the business world.

friends ~ Tuncay is career focused and likes to surround himself with like-minded people but he also loves meeting people with different perspectives and opinions than he has. He tends to listen more than speak and grows protective over the people that he harbours fondness for. Most of his friendships have been surface level up until this point in his life, whether they are old friends or new budding ones, your character may find it difficult to delve deeper into a friendship with him or very easy depending on the situation.

childhood friends

ex-partners / current partners

neighbours

pet-sitters / walkers

live-in nanny

assistant

Personality ~

positive traits: driven, philanthropic, kind, respectful, honest, family oriented, open-minded, critical, quick witted, playful.

negative traits: apathetic, blunt, sarcastic, noncommittal, over-protective, judgemental, critical, reckless, closed off, difficult, aggressive.

likes: learning, traveling, reading, music, exercise, health and nutrition, psychology, language, working, dark chocolate.

dislikes: disrespect (towards himself and others), feeling suffocated, itchy fabric, boredom, slow movement, small spaces, dull knives, disorganization, sleep.

hobbies: cooking, writing, pottery, volunteering, drawing, painting.

The biography ~

tw: transmissible disease (hiv), medical issues, partner death, brief mentions of internalized homophobia/toxic masculinity, fertility issues, infidelity, pregnancy/surrogacy, PTSD, Grief, and abandonment issues.

   Affluence by default was the expectation for the first-born and only son of Mehmet and Sevda Çelik, a power couple of the Turkish high society. Mehmet, the heir of a chain of international hotels and Sevda, a fierce fashion designer held preconceived notions about the little boy who had changed their eternity of fertility issues. For a while after his birth, these preconceived notions were their reality, however, the undertone of Sevda’s concern for her son’s late blooming clouded some of the joy that she felt in being a mother. Tuncay didn’t crawl until 10 months, couldn’t stand for long periods of time until 22 months, and when he finally walked, his gait was wobbly and abnormal. Physicians assured them that their son was perfectly healthy, that he was simply a strong-willed boy who didn’t want to follow traditional standards. 

It was late in the afternoon when he was three that things went awry. He had gone to bed early, had slept through the night and into the early hours of the morning but he was difficult to wake, lethargic, his fever so high that after refusing to eat his breakfast, he had start convulsing in the middle of the garden, attended to by one of the landscapers. It was at this moment that all of Sevda’s worries became reality. Her healthy baby boy was reduced to nothing, a consistent patient of the pediatric ward for two more years before her own medical emergency made them understand exactly what was going on with her child. 

She had passed HIV to her son unknowingly. 

Although putting a name to the reason that her son had gotten so sick in a rapid manner was a relief, the guilt that she felt for being the cause of it made it difficult for her to truly enjoy her son’s health when it finally came. After a couple of years of medication therapy and when Tuncay was old enough to understand his condition, Sevda was happy to learn that Tuncay, instead of hating her, started to open up to her more. They became closer than ever, made a routine of their medical upkeep, and in his teenage years, didn’t quite fall out as often as most teenagers and their parents did. 

Moving abroad to Germany for university was harder than he thought. Although he saw his parents more often than most kids, being away from his parents affected him more than he supposed it affected his parents. As difficult as the change in culture, language, and society was, he found it fun and interesting and studying made it easy. What wasn’t easy, however, was meeting Amman Ulusoy, a Turkish-born student from Canada. Their ideas clashed, their cultural morals were vastly different, but their opinions on business, life, and art was where chemistry was born. Tuncay didn’t make it easy, his attitude toward his sexuality screamed internalized homophobia and Amman called him out every time that it came up. 

He worked through it for years before he finally accepted him as a partner. By that time, they had spent so much time together that they decided not to wait - they got married in Canada, moved to Vancouver after graduation, and talked about children. Sevda was glad despite her apprehension, Mehmet became distant so as not to offend his son with his ignorance and even though he struggled, even though in the present day, he still made comments that made the architect internally cringe, his effort in acceptance was the most important thing for Tuncay. 

Mehtap, their first daughter, was the consequence of a slight misalignment between Amman and Tuncay. His infidelity weighed heavily on him for a long time after Amman passed away from an accident on the scene of one of their new constructions. Mehtap’s mother decided that it would be best for their daughter to live with her father, her intention being that having an infant to focus on would help him through the grief that came with the loss of Amman and it worked for the most part; the only issue was the distraction of tending to his daughter kept the grief away. 

He moved back to Istanbul very quickly afterward, hoping that being near his family would help ease some of the pain, he started treating life as if it was normal but once again, he used the distraction of building his own architecture company as a way to prolong dealing with the grief of losing his partner. 

There was something about grief that made his art better.

He gained notoriety, his designs were admired, his opinions were sought after, and when an opportunity to take his work to the U.S came up, he decided that he was ready to face his demons head on; they had always talked about living in the mountains and raising their children there, whether those mountains were in Canada, Turkey, or anywhere else on the planet they felt drawn toward.

And as if the universe was playing with him, while designing the project that he'd been brought in specifically for - he met a man who saw his demons and still took his hand with the excuse that they would face all of them together. The unfortunate bit was that losing his first husband created a lot of problems for him; he'd grown over-protective, anxious, and when their daughter came into the picture, it got even worse.

[parancrmcl]

it was freezing in there, and ava could still feel an unrequited presence in the room. had she finally crossed the line? had she finally found what she wanted all along but never knew where to seek? no—it wasn't really possible, was it? random dark web shit was usually meant to be scary. to ward off those who were there just for a superficial kind of curiosity. those who bought dark web mystery boxes and thought they were getting real crime evidence. right?

the gatekeeper awaits. the text on the screen was imprinted inside her brain. she would mull over it another time. when leo wasn't standing right there looking at her like she was some kind of freak. okay, that was unfair, maybe her interpretation was not the reality. the abyss she put between her and leo had always been her own, after all, she needed to thread everything with care, especially if she did dab into something true.

"shit-sorry leo, sorry—" she was really trying to cover her own tracks. perhaps she just didn't want leo to be involved. it could be potentially dangerous. could it? "y-yeah, i'm fine, i promise. someone just forwarded me some scary videos and you startled me, that's all." ava was a horrible liar. "what time is it? did you need anything?"

The thing about Leo was that she never did much prying. Whatever strange items and artifacts Ava had concealed behind the door of her room wasn’t her business. And that was fine with her – one glimpse of the occult books in the girl’s room had been enough to creep her out entirely. Of course, she still liked Ava; but she was certainly grateful none of it bled into the rest of the house.

It's late when she hovers outside of her bedroom door. Dinner had been finished over an hour ago, and after a series of texts had gone unread, she decided to take matters into her own hands. Her light knocking on the door went unanswered, so when she turns the knob and steps inside to see the flickering laptop screen she jumps – then jumps again at Ava’s tone.

“I did knock!” Leo’s face scrunches into a look of offense. “Maybe if you weren’t so damn obsessed with your laptop you would have heard me!” Rolling her eyes, she steps further into the room and plops onto the edge of the bed. “It’s freezing in here.” A quick glance between Ava and the laptop, noting her startled expression.

“Um... are you okay?"

[spencer-reids-adventures]

it's just a shadow you're seeing that he's chasing - chapter 1

Warnings: Depression, mention of self harm/suicidal ideation, disordered eating

Summary: Weeks go by and he feels himself deteriorate, feels the thread he’s hanging onto begin to split and fray, and he starts to wonder how this is going to end for him. At what point enough will be enough.

or,

The one where Spencer goes to the psych ward.

Genre: Angst, hurt/comfort

Word Count: 1.2k

AO3 Link

Chapter 1 - The Enemy Within Chapter 2 - Errand of Mercy Chapter 3 - Dagger of the Mind Chapter 4 - Where No Man Has Gone Before Chapter 5 - The Galileo Seven Chapter 6 - This Side of Paradise Chapter 7 - The Man Trap Chapter 8 - And the Children Shall Lead Chapter 9 - Mirror, Mirror Chapter 10 - A Private Little War Chapter 11 - Wink of an Eye Chapter 12 - That Which Survives Chapter 13 - The Empath Chapter 14 - Let That Be Your Last Battlefield

Spencer doesn’t know how this happened. He doesn’t know how this happened. He’s positive there was a time in his life when he didn’t feel this way, but he can’t remember it, and the thought is terrifying. Spencer remembers everything. But he can’t remember this, can’t remember how it feels to be whole and safe and hopeful and competent and okay.

That doesn’t stop him saying he’s fine anytime anyone asks him.

They’re giving the profile at a precinct in rural California and when it’s Spencer’s turn, he gets caught on a tangent about genetically modified fruits and he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it until a voice calls out from one of the LEOs.

“What the fuck does this have to do with the guy we’re looking for?”

Spencer feels his cheeks flush hot with embarrassment, and before he can apologize and get back on track, Morgan takes over, and Spencer is sidelined for the rest of the discussion. He figures he deserves it, and he tries to talk himself down, remind himself that he’s really been working on this issue, and he can’t help it if he veers a little off course sometimes.

When they reconvene in the conference room, he sits cross-legged on the table and pulls out a tin of putty, which he begins to work with his hands, getting some of the tension out, rhythmically pulling and crushing it until he feels himself start to calm down. He doesn’t like to stim in public, but sometimes it can’t be helped.

“Hey,” Rossi says, coming up behind him. “I thought you were working on staying on track when we give the profile.”

“I am,” says Spencer, smashing the putty between his hands and staring straight ahead. “I’m trying.”

“Well, try harder next time, huh?” Rossi pats Spencer on the shoulder, causing him to flinch, and then walks away.

From Rossi’s casual demeanor, Spencer wants to infer that his comment was good-natured, that he didn’t mean it like a punch in the gut, which is how it felt, causing Spencer to wrap an arm around his own waist for protection. He wants to believe this, he needs to, but the dark, foggy part of his brain won’t let him. It forms a barrier, cutting him off from levity and positivity, and instead embossing his insecurities onto his heart.

He stands up quickly and heads to the door, throwing his messenger bag over his shoulder like a shield.

“Are you okay, Reid?” Morgan asks.

“I’m fine,” Spencer says, giving his best impression of a smile before heading out the door and locking himself in the bathroom.

He takes a few handfuls of toilet paper and wads them up in his hands, pressing them to his eyes so that his tears can’t even make it past his eyelashes, can’t streak his cheeks and make them blotchy and obvious. He doesn’t know how long he stands there trying to mitigate his breakdown without letting himself actually release any of the pent-up emotion, but when he’s sure the crying is over, he throws the toilet paper away and then jumps up and down, making fists with his hands and whispering passages from physics textbooks until he feels steady enough to go back to the conference room. He doesn’t even want to think about how long it’s been.

When he does go back, everything carries on as normal. Nobody makes any indication that they even noticed he was gone. He’s relieved and disappointed at the same time, and he hates himself for that. For being selfish. For believing his problems are noteworthy.

Weeks go by and he feels himself deteriorate, feels the thread he’s hanging onto begin to split and fray, and he starts to wonder how this is going to end for him. At what point enough will be enough.

Will he quit the BAU because he can’t focus?

Will he get fired for making a terrible mistake?

Will he lock himself in his apartment one day and just never come out again?

Will he give up and finally buy the Dilaudid he’s been craving?

Will that bring him back to life, the way he’d like to believe?

Or will it be the reason his landlord breaks down the door to his apartment one day to find him unresponsive on the floor?

Soon he stops caring even about that. Whatever happens will happen; what matters is figuring out what he has the energy for right now.

He can still handle hygiene. He can get dressed and go to work every day. He can come home at the end of the day, fall into bed, and do it all again the next day.

The things he doesn’t have energy for, though, are starting to concern him.

He can’t go to the grocery store, so he only eats when someone forces him to. He can’t focus at work, so he tries to fake it and do whatever he can not to hinder the investigation, since he’s not contributing. He can’t sleep through an entire night without nightmares, so he spends from about 1-4AM every morning watching crappy TV and punching his arms and legs out of frustration and understimulation.

On a Friday evening, everyone decides to go out to a bar to blow off steam. They invite Spencer, and he says no without even thinking about it. After a moment, he does start to think about it, though. About how a drink or three might make his brain shut up for five seconds. About how company might be better than sitting at home alone the way he does every night. He looks up to tell Emily that, actually, he would like to come along, only to realize that while he was stuck in his head, they’d all already left.

He goes home alone, finds a forgotten bottle of wine high on a shelf in the kitchen, and drinks the whole thing on an empty stomach.

He finally sleeps through the night.

He forces himself to the grocery store the next day for more wine. While he’s there, he picks up applesauce pouches and poptarts, which are the only things that look remotely appetizing, and that becomes his diet. He can tell he’s losing weight, but he doesn’t really care. The idea of disappearing is actually quite appealing to him. Less mass equals less of himself to hate, right?

He knows what he’s doing isn’t okay. None of it. But he can’t stop, he can’t fathom how he was able to function like an actual human adult before, because he’s consumed by now, and now is pain and exhaustion and fear and humiliation and disappointment. Now is empty of food, of emotion, of ambition, of hope.

The breaking point comes near midnight one night, when, after finishing his wine, Spencer’s shaky hands drop the bottle and it shatters on the kitchen floor. He’s holding a jagged piece of glass to his wrist before he even realizes what he’s doing, and when he does, he throws it across the apartment. Of course, there are a dozen more pieces right next to him, and he starts to panic.

He locks himself in his bedroom and grabs his cellphone, frantically scrolling through his contacts, trying to figure out who to call. Certain that if he doesn’t call someone, he is definitely going to kill himself, and he’s not 100% certain that’s what he wants, and if he’s not 100% certain, he definitely shouldn’t be doing it.

He zones out the way he did with the glass in his hand, and when he looks down at his phone, he sees that it’s out of his control now. It’s already ringing on the other end.

Calling…

HOTCH

[fullersunnyy]

Dismantled Almosts

A/N: This drabble was inspired by my favourite slam poetry piece: ‘Almost’ by Bianca Phipps.

Addendum: //tw- mentions of death

Renjun’s favourite word is ‘eternal’. Jaemin’s least favourite word is ‘almost’. But even them, with their supposed mastery of the English language were not immune to the shortcomings of their vocabulary.

It was a sunny morning of May when they first met, along the medical ward of their local hospital. Renjun was there for his yearly general checkup while Jaemin was there to visit his father.

  “Everyone thinks of changing the world, but no one thinks of changing himself.” Jaemin uttered out of the blue. He thinks that the silence between him and the stranger is too agonizing. 

  Renjun let out a genuine smile and replied, “Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina, 1878.”

“Mhm. Eloquent taste. Name’s Jaemin, and you are?” Jaemin chuckled and held out his hand.

  “Renjun. My name is Renjun.”

It was the first time they exchanged words. Renjun loves poetry. Jaemin loves literature. It’s as if Bragi, the skaldic God of Poetry, sent his majestic words down the mortal realm to thread Renjun and Jaemin’s fate together.

Days and months have passed- language became their vein of communication. They decipher their own letters and syllables as if they own them, as if they created them.

Jaemin would tell Renjun his dreams with such metaphors that they both were fond of. They would read each other stories- from Shakespeare to Tolstoy to Woolf to Plath- they read it all. They wrote each other’s fears and vulnerabilities into a series of haikus. They made a whole library out of the rib cages of their hearts- formidable, daunting.

  “Why do you hate the word ‘almost’?” Renjun asked as he intertwined their hands and gave it a soft, subtle kiss.

Jaemin smiled with Renjun’s love language and gave him a quick peck on the forehead, “Because 'almost’ held failed potential. It represented our ability to be just not good enough. That we had come into the brink of something beautiful but fell short so many times. It’s terrifying, really.”

But even them, with their supposed mastery of the English language were not immune to the shortcomings of their vocabulary.

  Jaemin has a brain tumor while Renjun never said the words “I love you” that were stuck on the hem of his pride.

  Renjun went back to their local hospital for his yearly general checkup.

One year has passed. He thought.

Jaemin didn’t visit his father the day they met, instead it was the day he knew he only had five more months to live.

And he did live it fully.

With Renjun.

[crimsoncityhq]

The fall solstice is only days from breaking over the Crimson City. Heat is a rare commodity to the residents of Chicago, so they part with it bitterly every year at the annual End-of-Summer Festival. The season goes out with a bang and the rumble of food trucks every summer as patrons waltz their way down the Chicago art walk, indulge in all things saucy and boozy at the Chicago Bourbon and BBQ Festival, get in touch with nature at the Chicago craft beer tasting at the zoo, and shop at the Chicago flea market littered with street merchants from all over the country. Of course, the real selling point every year is the annual Chicago bar crawl, which sweeps guests through Cook County’s best bars, like The Pint, Rousseau’s, Cataleya, Wolves and Skyfall Bar. To attract more customers, each bar, restaurant, and club—even what goes on behind—will be steeply discounted for the ultimate occasion. 

And if you’re a little territorial, don’t sweat it—no metal detectors will be necessary at the End-of-Summer Festival. Who would want to ruin all this fun, anyway ?!

Part I of the End-of-Summer Festival begins at 7:15 P.M. CST and will conclude on TUESDAY, SEPTEMBER 15 at 7 P.M. CST. You may continue your non-event  threads through the event, however we ask you don’t post any starters unless they pertain to the event

Under the cut are plot slots you may claim for this event; just send your preferred slot to the main. Plots slots are a first come, first serve basis.

We’re going to allow each person to choose two plot slots for two characters max .If there are any leftovers, we’ll let members know when they can sign up for thirds. Please try to pick one pertaining to your character and plot with those that take the other spots.

You’ll notice that some of these plots are public, so feel free to have your character react to them/ notice them even if they aren’t happening directly to your character. However, if something feels like it happened privately to another character, please check in with their Mun to see if it’s okay for your character to know.

To be clear: these are not the only things that happen to your character during this plot drop and you are more than welcome to cook up your own trouble.

1. IRA EVANS talks BIRDIE MENDOZA into taking five shots in under ten minutes. Now, it’s up to IRA EVANS to lug BIRDIE MENDOZA to each location on the bar crawl. Good luck—we hear they’re sloppy.

2. [LINCOLN ROSSI ] is having trouble finding their way out of the parking garage when they find [ CHARACTER D ] drunkenly screaming at an intoxicated [ CHARACTER E ]. [ LINCOLN ROSSI ] decides to guide them back to the party before they get lost.

3. [ EDIE JAMES ] accidentally drops a ten instead of a one into the tip jar while watching a street act. They awkwardly remove the tip but later get mugged by [ CHARACTER G ] and [ CHARACTER H ] who had watched the whole thing.

4. The Pint is running a promotion that promises six months of free drinks if you can outdrink two other people. [ LAVRENTI VASILE ], [ ANTON VOLKOV ], and [ ATTICUS MERCER ] compete to win, but the competition turns into drunken chaos very quickly.

5. [ VIOLET MADDEN ]is selected to go onstage and perform a duet with [ CHARACTER M ]. They end up sharing a heated moment over the microphone and head to the nearest restroom to talk. 

6. [ AUTUMN DAWSON ] accompanies [ MARCEL WALSH] to the craft beer tasting at the zoo. [ MARCEL WALSH ] feeds the goats in the petting area before getting mowed over by it. [ AUTUMN DAWSON ] tries to ward the goat off from the sidelines while [ MARCEL WALSH ] returns to their feet to make their escape.

7. [ OAKLEY BUTLER ] is showing off their artwork at the art walk. [ LEONID 'LEO' VASILE ] buys a piece and tries to scam it a few booths down. [ OAKLEY BUTLER ] busts them after a civilian buys the piece of artwork for triple the price. The confrontation is no bueno.

8. [ DIAMOND WASHINGTON ] has been texting [ CHARACTER S ] the whole entire event thinking it was an [ CHARACTER T ]. [ CHARACTER S & CHARACTER T ] meet up at the rendezvous point and [ DIAMOND WASHINGTON ] must sort this miscommunication out.

9. TYSON KANE uses a random dating app and schedules a blind date with [CHARACTER V]. 

10. [ CHARACTER W ] ‘accidentally’ sets a booth on fire, and now owes [CHARACTER X] the money for their artwork.

11. [ NADIA JAMES ] crashes into [ MARISSA ATKINSON’s ] car when trying to park. They have an altercation in the parking garage.

12. [ JUNO SONG ] is seen drunkenly trying to serenade the penguin exhibit to Gangsta’s Paradise. [ ADELAIDE HASSAN ] records the whole entire thing for ‘information purposes’ later.

13. [ CHARACTER C1 ] accepts a small baggy containing a questionable substance from [ CHARACTER D1 ]. Later, [ CHARACTER C1] runs into [ CHARACTER D1] completely convinced they are being chased by a murderous peacock. Bougie Thankskilling, anyone?

14. [ ARMANDE IVASHKOV ] & [ CHARACTER F1 ] stand in line to get into Cataleya, while [CHARACTER G1] tries to convince them to smuggle in [ SMALL ANIMAL OF CHARACTER G1’S CHOOSING ].

15. [ EMMA BARTLETT] finds a trashbag full of cash with a note that seems to be in a binary code. [ CHARACTER I1] catches [ EMMA BARTLETT’s] silhouette & comes over to inspect.

16. ROSALIA LEON trying to escape from their date, runs right through the doors of Gentile Fille. They collide with [ CHARACTER K1] that was there for the same reason. 

17. [ CHARACTER L1 ] finds themself in a pickle when they end up with the primates. Their panicked whispers gain the attention of [ CHARACTER M1] & [ CHARACTER N1] to help them get out of the exhibit. While the primates descend upon [ CHARACTER L1], Helen Branch Primate House will never be the same. [ CHARACTER N1] stops helping because they’re too busy laughing.

18. [ CHARACTER O1] misses their date’s ass, and smacks [CHARACTER P1’s] ass instead. It causes [ CHARACTER P1] to swing a fist, but they hit [ CHARACTER Q1’s] throat instead causing them to start choking. 

19. [ KATERINA VASILE ] is mistaken for [ EMMA WATSON ] by [ CHARACTER S1] that won’t stop bugging them for an autograph.

20. [ RAFAEL GONZALEZ ] hides their weapon(s) before they go into The Pint. [ BARNABY EATON] trips over the weapons and keeps them. 

21. [ CHARACTER V1] tries to convince [ CHARACTER W1] that they saw strange lights in the sky. They start arguing if it was helicopter lights or UFO’s.

22. [ SILAS HALE ] mistakes ANAIS "ANNIE" WASHINGTON for someone else, and pulls them into a kiss in front of the crowd at Eden.

23. [ DARREN MURPHY ] grows impatient waiting for their BBQ food order, but doesn’t realize [ ASLI DEMIR ] hijacked the food truck. 

24. [CHARACTER B2] drunkenly loses a fight with a street performer. [ CALLUM JAMES ], who witnessed the scrap, helps [CHARACTER B2] to the nearest first aid kit.

25.[ JOSIE LEON] drunkenly confesses their love for One Direction, however [ EZRA WASHINGTON ] misinterprets it as a confession of love for them.  

26. [ FOREST DUNCAN ] decides the End-of-Summer Festival is missing some pyrotechnics. They shoot off fireworks in the center of a small crowd and start a fire. [ CAIOLAINN 'CALLIE' WALSH ] is the only one who stays to help them stamp it out.

27. [ ROSALIE "ROSIE" HALLIDAY ] is sitting at a booth being drawn, and [ JESSE VALENCIA ] pays the artist to mess up the self portrait. However, the artist ends up drawing them BOTH together in a romantic position. 

28. [ GWENDOLYN "GWEN" ARNOLDS ] is probably the only poor sober soul, and they use this to charge [ JACKSON MARSTON ] to be their DD. However, they both witness when [ GWENDOLYN "GWEN" ARNOLDS’s] car is towed away for parking in the wrong spot.  

29. A discounted tattoo shop sits along the art walk and is charging only $20 for a small tattoo. [ ANDREA 'ANDY'PEREZ ] says they’ll pay for it—and dinner—if [ DARCY FAUST ] lets them choose the tattoo. [ DARCY FAUST ] agrees but is horrified to find [ UP TO PLAYER DISCRETION ] permanently engraved on their skin.

30. [ OLIVIA MADDEN ] notices an odd tattoo that glows on someone’s forearm. Several straight lines? Before they can inquire about it, [ CHARACTER O2 ] tackle them mistaking them for being a thief. 

31. [ DANICA SINCLAIR ] wins a dancing contest against [ UDORN “YURI” SASIPARN ], but twists their ankle in the process. [ UDORN “YURI” SASIPARN ] agrees to help them along only if they declare them the winner.  

32. [ ANTON VOLKOV ] lost a bet with [ KONSTATIN VASILE ] and now wanders the street with a bright pink wig, fishnet stockings, & a clown mask. 

33. [ VICTOR 'VIC' VOLKOV ] strikes a conversation with [ IGOR VASILE ] over a piece of artwork.  [ VICTOR 'VIC' VOLKOV ] buys the artwork only to find out it was counterfeit from the Art Museum. [ IGOR VASILE ] ends up purchasing the real one. They start to argue which one is the real one. 

34. [ CHARLOTTE "CHARLIE" ARDEN] is running a booth at the flea market and notices [ CHARACTER W2 ] pocket something from an adjacent vendor. [ CHARLOTTE "CHARLIE" ARDEN ] promises not to squeal if [ CHARACTER W2 ] works with them at the booth for an hour.

35.  [ JESSIKA DELMONICO] & [ KELLEN WASHINGTON ] break out into a paint fight at an abandoned art booth. [ JESSIKA DELMONICO ] is splashed with a neon green paint in the face.  [ KELLEN WASHINGTON ] tries to run away, but not before [ CHARACTER X2 ] splashes their back with a brown paint. Did they shit themselves??

36. [ CHARACTER Z2 ] ducks out of the way from a flying object that crashes the window of a closed shop. The alarms start to blare, and before [ CHARACTER Z2 ] can leave the scene they see [ CHARACTER A3 ] about to launch something else. 

37. [ TALIA ARSLAN ] eats a bad hot dog from a food truck, and [ DANICA SINCLAIR ] helps them to the nearest bar for a bathroom and a cool drink. [ TALIA ARSLAN ] talks [ DANICA SINCLAIR ] into doing shots when they’re feeling better.

38. [ LEV VASILE ] takes a few healthy tokes of the joint they’ve been saving for an occasion, and [ GENEVIEVE BISSET ] asks if they’re willing to share. They both light up and head on a self-guided tour to the food trucks.

39. [ CHARACTER F3 ] and [ CHARACTER G3 ] get into an argument with [ MATHIAS ATTANO ] after they lose at a drinking game for the third time in a row. [ MATHIAS ATTANO ] has been cheating the whole time and now has to lose [ CHARACTER F3 ] and [ CHARACTER G3 ] in the crowd.

[thelonelywitchandthelonelytides]

Herb Correspondents Master List Part 2. (E-H)

Enjoy part 2! I hope you find this helpful and are enjoying the series.

Echinacea (Echinacea)

Planet : Mars          Zodiac Sign : Scorpio          Tarot Card : Temperance

Uses

Useful to increase a spell or charms effectiveness.

Good for offerings.

Spells/Rituals

Strength = Carry a couple flowers in your pocket to provide inner strength during trying times.

Prosperity and Protection = Grow around the house or bring into the house to help draw prosperity into the home and protect the family from poverty.

Eggplant (Solanum Melongena)

Planet : Jupiter

Uses

Use in magickal cooking

Use to attract wealth and prosperity

Enchanter’s Nightshade (Circaea Lutetiana)

DO NOT CONSUME!

Planet : Saturn

Uses

Use for binding, hexing and transformation.

Aids meditation.

Helps to create energy and to draw energy into your life.

Use in spells to balance energies, forces and emotions.

Use to release our potential and find our true will.

Evening Primrose (Oenothera)

Planet : Moon          Gods/Goddesses : Diana

Uses

Use to decorate altars for moon ceremonies.

Use in spells to increase luck in finding a new job.

Use in spells in achieving one’s goals.

Spells/Rituals

Inner Beauty = Use the whole plant as a bath tea to make your inner beauty show through and increase your desirably to potential lovers and friends.

Eyebright (Euphrasia Officinalis)

DO NOT CONSUME IF PREGNANT OR BREASTFEEDING!

Energy : Masculine          Planet : Sun          Element : Air

Zodiac Sign : Leo          Tarot Card : The Tower

Uses

Use in clarity spells or to avoid deception.

Use in spells to rise above difficult situations and to see the silver lining on dark times.

Good for celebrations especially ones that mark an end or beginning.

Spells/Rituals

Sleep and Sight = Place a few drops of infusion of eyebright on your eyelids before sleeping to have prophetic dreams and during the day to see that which is normally unseen.

False Solomon’s Seal (Maianthemum Racemosum)

ONLY CONSUME IN VERY SMALL AMOUNTS!

Uses

Use to help to get through hard times.

Use to rebuild after your world has come crashing down.

Fennel (Foeniculum Vulgare)

Planet : Mercury          Element : Air

Uses

Uses seeds in charms and spells to repel those bothering you.

Spells/Rituals

Confidence = Chew fennel before giving a speech to feel more confident and eloquent. Also it’s good to do this when trying to convince someone of something

Focus = Chew fennel while studying will help you maintain focus and retain the information better.

Feverfew (Tanacetum Parthenium)

DO NOT CONSUME!

Energy : Masculine          Planet : Venus          Element : Water

Uses

Charm bags

Spells/Rituals

Prevent Accident =  Use alone or combine with hyssop and rosemary in a bag to help prevent accidents. Or add to a bath or tea to help break hexes made to cause accidents.

Prevent Illness = Grow outside the home is said to prevent illness from entering.

Pain Relief = Bind the flowers to your wrist to help draw pain out.

Fir (Abies)

CAUTION WHEN USING ON SENSITIVE SKIN!

Planet : Jupiter          Element : Earth          Symbol : Immortality

Uses

Can be used to seal a spell.

Spells/Rituals

Blessings = Needles of silver fir may be burned for ceremonies to bless mother and baby, or wet them and use them to sprinkle water over mother and baby.

Forget Me Not (Myosotis)

DO NOT CONSUME !

Uses

Use for love spells

Spells/Rituals

Love = Can be worn or carried to keep a lover close to your heart. Or give to someone you would like to keep in your mind.

Foxglove (Digitalis)

WARNING HIGHLY TOXIC!

Planets : Saturn and Venus

Spells/Rituals

Fae = Dew collected from foxgloves can be used in ritual to commune with the fae. Plant foxgloves anywhere you wish to invite the fae. Carry foxglove with you to attract fae energy.

Garlic (Allium Sativum)

Energy : Masculine          Planet : Mars          Element : Fire

Gods/Goddesses : Hecate          Zodiac Sign : Aries

Uses

Use for an aphrodisiac.

Use to strengthen charm bags.

Good for exorcisms.

Good for spell-breaking.

Invokes passion, protection and strength.

Protection against psychic and physical vampirism.

Good offering to Hecate

Spells/Rituals

Love = Place a clove of garlic intersected with 2 crossed pins where he is sure to walk, when the unwanted lover walks over it, they will lose interest.

Good Luck = Hang garlic braids over the door to repel thieves and envious people and to bring good luck.

Love = Hanging garlic over a bedroom door will draw lovers into it.

Geranium (Geranium Maculatum)

Uses

Use to counter love spells when placed in tea.

Use in spells to encourage conception, successful pregnancy and safe childbirth.

Use in sympathetic spells.

Spells/Rituals

Attract Happiness : A bit of the root can be carried as an amulet to attract happiness and prosperity.

Ginger (Zinaiber Officinale)

Element : Fire

Uses

Adds power to magickal activity

Use in spells to “speed things up”

Use in spells to add passion to an existing realtionships

Goldenrod (Solidaga)

CAN CAUSE ALLERGIC REACTIONS! DO NOT CONSUME IN LARGE DOSES!

Energy : Feminine          Element : Air          Planet : Venus

Symbols : Luck, Money and Prosperity

Uses

Wealth spells

Aids the grieving process

Place in the home to attract wealth and good fortune

Spells/Rituals

Love = Concentrate on finding true love when holding goldenrod in your hand and it will point you in the direction of your true love. Also if it is worn or carried for a day, the next day you should cross paths with your true love.

Enhance = Dried leaves and flowers can be burned to enhance love spells for drawing love and to enhance your intuition when preforming any sort of divination.

Hawthorn (Craaegus)

ALWAYS ASK THE FAE’S PERMISSION BEFORE TAKING ANY OF THIS!

Energy : Masculine          Planet : Mars          Element : Fire

Gods/Goddesses : Belews, Cardea, Hymen, Maia, Flora and The White Goddess

Uses

Decorating May Poles

Related to love, marriage, health, fertility, chastity, protection and death

Place around doors and windows to prevent people entering in an astral state

Use to prevent spirits entering

Add to amulets to protect from spirits, harmful magick

Trees act as portal to the realm of the fae

Hazel (Corylus Avellana)

CUT WITH FLINT NOT A KNIFE!

Energy : Masculine          Planet : Mercury          Element : Air

Gods/Goddesses : Hermes, Mercury, Thor, Fionn, Artemis, Diana and Lazdona

Symbol : The Crone, Springs, Wells and Wisdom

Colour : Brown          Stones : Band-Red Agate          Animal : Salmon

Days : Wednesday          Other Names : Coll

Uses

Burn for wisdom

Use for spirit contact

Use in manifestation, protection, wisdom spells

Use in dream work

Use in divination work

Anti - lightning charm

Sleep with hazel for vivid dreams

Contacting the fae

Spells/Rituals

Good Luck and Protection = Bound a couple twigs with gold or red thread to form a solar cross and carry for good luck and protection.

Samhain = Twigs, nuts and branches should be gathered after sunset on samhain for that is when the magickal powers are at its peak.

Heather (Calluna Vulgaris)

Energy : Feminine          Planet : Venus          Element : Water

Gods/Goddesses : Nechton Mac Labraid, Eupbearer of The Tuatha De Dannon, Guardian of The Sacred Well of Segais and Husband of Boane, Osiris, Venus, Aphrodite

Zodiac Sign : Gemini

Uses

Spells for new beginnings, self - discovery, entrancing physical beauty and bringing a peaceful resolution to conflict.

Used to bring peace

Use to attract friendly spirits, positive energy and good luck

Use to summon spirits and attract faeries

Good to make besoms, add to midsummer fires to ensure fertility

Add to a bridal bouquet to ensure good luck for the couple

Holly (llex)

DO NOT CONSUME! IN SCOTTISH FOLKLORE ITS CONSIDERED UNLUCKY TO BURN!

Energy : Unprickled Leaves (Masculine)

                Prickled leaves (Feminine)

Planet : Saturn and Mars          Element : Fire

Uses

Use in consecrations

Use in spells for revenge, beauty, luck, protection and dream magick

Use in rituals for death and rebirth

Use for fire festivals

Place in holy water for protection

Branches can be used to ward against evil

Spells/ Rituals

Banishing and Commanding = Holly wood can be used to banish unwanted entities and command evoked spirits.

Protection = Plant near the home to repel poison and protect from any witchcraft.

Yule = Use Holly at Yule to invite the fae folk but then burn at imbolc to ensure the fae don’t stick around all year.

Honeysuckle (Lonicera)

TOXIC IN LARGE DOSES!

Planet : Mercury and Venus          Element : Earth

Zodiac Sign : Cancer

Uses

Use in honey jars

Use in spells to discover true worth

Use to clear the mind

Use to stimulate psychic powers and generosity

Use to sharpen intuition

Use to encourage psychic dreams and psychic abilities

Burn honeysuckle to aid money drawing

Grow honeysuckle near your home to attract love and wealth and to dispel negative energy

Spells/Rituals

Love = Bind the vines of the honeysuckle plant together to symbolise the two lovers being bound to each other and to ensure fidelity and desire.

Hyssop (Hyssopus Officinalis)

DO NOT CONSUME!

Energy : Masculine          Planet : Jupiter          Element : Fire

Uses

Use for purification and protection 

Use in ritual baths

Aids breaking hexes and curses

Aids interactions with dragons

Spells/Rituals

Protection and Cleansing = Use branches to sprinkle water as a part of protective rituals. Also sprinkle the water around your home for cleansing rituals

Protection = Infuse hyssop into wash water to cleanse your floors, windows and door jams to clean away negative energy, curses and to prevent negativity from entering.

Thanks for reading. I hope you enjoyed part 2. Blessed be!

[justholdingstill]

from inside the house (cockles, 1 k-ish, M)

do you think Misha and Vicki have the world’s coolest babysitter?

IDK I was just wondering because they’re both here and do they go “yeah we have to go to another book signing don’t give them sugar after 5 thaaanks”

Now is that to a teenager or to Jensen

AKA this is all @thebloggerbloggerfun‘s fault

________________________________________________________________

It’s a horror movie, Jensen says.

where the fuck did you guys get this kid?

PINEAPPLE and JELLYBEANS on PIZZA

There was a sale on at the maternity ward, Misha texts back. We traded in for the utility model

Somebody told us kids are expensive

she says she doesn’t like bacon either

what the hell, man

Okay, Dean

shut up

No you shut up 

“I’m so glad to see our children are being raised by such shining examples of maturity and wisdom,” Vicki says over his shoulder, her left eyebrow arched high over the rim of her glasses. He can’t help but lean in and kiss it.

West just started a sentence with, “when I’m old like you”

I stg, Mish

I do you a solid & drive over the border for THIS 

She laughs out loud. “So it’s going well, then.”

those had better be some pretty dynamite sexual favors, buddy

I have two words for you

rim

ming

fuck you, Jensen sends back.

oh, is it my turn?

And then they’re at the venue.

It’s still totally a trip, because he’s the Leo and he’s the television actor and he’s the former theater kid. He’s the one constantly pulling stupid shit in front of cameras, whether it’s for the love of poetry, or of philanthropy, or of Jensen’s obnoxiously pretty face. This is Old Hat, and this is decidedly Not Her Scene, and yet he’s the one sweating through his shirt while she’s the one grinning and glowing and soaking it all in. Misha curses under his breath as he settles himself in his seat and wonders how he ever let the Smug Bastard portion of his brain take the wheel and convince him that she was gonna need him to hold her hand through any of these signings.

Somebody asks her what her favourite word is; he says, “it’s probably ‘Misha’, right?“

And that gets a laugh, but then she responds, “no, it’s ‘kerning’.”

She’s nothing less than a nerdy fucking goddess, and god help him, he might be head over heels in love with his wife. 

The bookstore is packed wall-to-wall but the line moves quickly. It’s a blur of smiling faces and endless first pages and heartfelt pleasantries that leave his face aching by the time they get to step out back for a quick break. He’s been exhausted beyond belief for the last week, but it’s also kinda…awesome. The security detail nod in acknowledgement and step off once he gives the signal, and then there’s space enough to breathe. Space enough to slip an arm around her waist and let the light from his phone screen illuminate her delicate bone structure as she leans in to read the latest from Jensen.

so how long do i let them jump on the bed before they actually conk out?

was JJ like this? I don’t remember her being like this

is this what I’m in for?

oh my god what have I done? 

Timestamped for half an hour later: you owe me.

And three quarters of an hour after that comes third run of Moana shoot me now

hey, when you can sing the lyrics to Shiny in your sleep, then we’ll talk

oh NOW you respond

Mr & Mrs famous book writers

Sorry, we were busy signing books. Famously.

It’s all very glamorous

I know you have no idea what that’s like

hey, fuck you, Jensen says again.

Vicki snorts. “Well, you always did have a taste for the eloquent ones.” She grabs the phone from him, and before he can stop her, sends: Later.

Sends: Home in an hour. Be ready for us.

He doesn’t know how Jensen knows that the conversation has switched hands, but he feels the same sharp quiver of anticipation in his own gut when Jensen texts back, lightning quick, hell yes ma’am.

He’s always found it more than kind of weird to be interacting with fans and trying to hide the fact that he’s sporting a semi that won’t quit under the table at the same time, but it’s, you know. Not the first time. 

At least he’s not on stage.

Jensen is not ready for them when they get home.

Misha doesn’t remember the last time they made out in a backseat, but Vicki hadn’t stopped whispering in his ear about how they were going to wreck him since the engine turned over, and he’s never ever felt quite so self-satisfied with the external trappings of success as when he’d asked their driver, between gasps, to put up the privacy partition.  That was bucket-list hot, and she’d run so roughshod over the last threads of his self-control that he’d been raring to go pretty much as soon as they’d walked in the door… 

…only to get into the living room and find Jensen fast asleep on the couch with Maison tucked under one arm. West is at his feet, curled up under a blanket, his hand still in the bowl of popcorn.

“Fuck,” he says.

It’s the second most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

The emotional whiplash is shockingly intense; suddenly he’s gotta take a lap, which just means he wanders around in dazed circles for a minute while Vicki’s in the bathroom, and ends up in the kitchen, elbows on the counter and his hands fisted in his hair, trying to come to terms with how excessively, astonishingly lucky he is that somehow, all of this is his. His wife, their children, their house, his career, that ridiculously attractive man in there who has a ridiculously attractive wife of his own and a life that dreams are made of. A guy who released an album of his own, like, yesterday, and he has to work tomorrow but he’s here getting his fingernails painted and his ass kicked on the trampoline by a nine year old just…because.

Because.

Oh yeah, it’s kind of awesome.

Vicki reels him in by his belt loop, gently pulls his hands away and resettles them down around her waist. She tugs him in tight against her and then crushes the breath out of him, forehead to forehead, nose to nose, and it’s perfect.

“I love you” comes so easily. It’s an embarrassment of riches.

West is way too damn heavy for this anymore, but he barely wakes up when Misha hauls him into his arms with a groan and carries him up to bed, even though with his hips he really shouldn’t. Maison goes a little easier, though she perks up when her head hits the pillow and demands a chapter of The Golden Compass, and by the time Misha gets the lights and gets back downstairs Jensen’s awake too, soft-eyed and yawning, and he and Vicki are into that bottle of mead they brought back from the island in the summer. It tastes like liquid sunshine when it spills from Jensen’s mouth into his.

And oh yeah. 

It’s kind of awesome.

[tinysutton]

When Leo started talking, Sutton couldn’t help but smile. They really hadn’t expected him to actually tell them how he felt. Even when they were dating he rarely shared how he was feeling. It was probably wrong to be smiling and happy, considering what Leo was feeling and saying but it didn’t matter much. Progress was progress. For a flicker of a moment, Sutton thought that this was the first step of getting back together. They squished that thought as quickly as it had come. Leo had made it clear that they couldn’t be together until very specific things had happened and none of those things had happened. He was probably only telling them how he felt so they wouldn’t fret and pester him, when they should have been focused on themself. “Violet is a cunt with a captiol C. Karma will get her eventually for everything she has done.” Sutton didn’t bother to keep their words PG or their tone calm. They held a large amount of resentment and now hatred for the blonde girl. “I’m glad you’re okay. I was scared you’d be like Fane. He’s still not okay after Maverick kissed him.”

tinysutton​:

Sutton turned towards the wall, cupping the phone protectively to their ear, trying to get some form of privacy in the main hall. They knew they weren’t going to get a real answer from Leo, but they would have felt even worse if they didn’t ask. No matter what the situation, they still cared very deeply for the boy on the line. “I’m not okay, but I’m not the one who was kissed.” They pointed out with a sigh. The conversation already seemed a little rounded. Leo wasn’t going to tell them much, they already figured that but they needed to know if he was okay or if he was as messed up as they were after their interaction with Violet.

Leo honestly wasn’t sure if there was much point in giving them an honest answer of what he was truly feeling at that moment. Or lately in general. Sutton was supposed to be focused on themself, not his bullshit or whatever insanity that was culminating in the halls of Luxor Academy. Then again, that was exactly where he had failed before: assuming keeping his old feeling repressed was what was right for Sutton. “It shook me up,” He said honestly with a shrug. “I mean, it wasn’t like she did anything- or anything, and I pushed her away quick, but… I don’t know. All my time here at Luxor, you’ve always been the only person I’ve ever wanted to kiss, so it felt wrong in- a lot of ways, i guess. I was just more angry than anything, though. It made me feel like she really didn’t give a shit, after everything, not only did she not seem to care that she hurt you, but out of everyone to continue her stupid game with, she chose me? It just felt… like I was apart of some f– messed up scheme or something.” He wasn’t sure if anyone was listening in on the calls and if swearing would make the doctors try to stop him from calling. Maybe that was a stupid thought, but there was no harm in being careful.

[armigeraction]

gonna post this up now and slam it into a read more. it’s really just a list of presents he’s giving out to ( super close ) friends or people he’s at least comfortable with to gift stuff to! i figure putting it all into one ooc post to ensure that they don’t get lost via askbox is better! no need to turn these into threads, but just know that they have gotten these presents and they can be referred to in threads if you ever wish to!

starshell / prompto gets a few handcrafted frames for pictures of his choosing! they come in different sizes and colours, red, yellow, green! he really took his time making these, so he’s really proud of how nice they look! alongside that, prompto will also find a custom made small figurine set of prompto, noctis, ignis and gladio. they oddly look similar to their pocket version designs ( but of course he wouldn’t know about all of that! )! the figures do have ball-joints, so their arms and legs can be moved around along with their heads! if prompto ever feels lonely, or thinks about the wild adventures that they had, then noctis hopes that he can look to these figurines for comfort!

primarche / sandalphon gets a personally designed mug ( it was carbuncle’s suggestion cos noctis was having too much trouble coming up with a meaningful gift ). he went to a special shop to get the design professionally done since he knows that had he tried doing it himself, it would come out Nearly as nice! so on the outside you’ll see a cat that resembles sandalphon himself, below it is text reading ‘ah, daily purrfection!’ ( he calls the cat sandalphur and sandalkitty sometimes but that’s something he keeps to himself ). inside the mug itself is a tightly sealed bag of coffee beans; the rest of the coffee beans lie within the rather big box he bought them in, which is also presented as a gift to him!

nohreason / leo gets a book, one deeply describing the different wards and outer wards on the the island, as well as a detailed map within the text itself. unknowingly to noctis however, it happens to be more than just an ordinary book as it has magical properties! if there are more areas ever revealed in the future, those areas’s descriptions ( and their locations on the said map ) will appear within the book magically! also accompanying the ( magic ) history book is a notebook; on its front is a cute design of horses galloping about!

also accompanying each present if is a card that uh, carbuncle helped him write, yeah he can’t word ( this doesn’t apply to prompto though since he’s known him for forever now and he can Attempt to word when it comes to him, though it’s a hit or miss there too )