#what may it be event

[thoughtfullyrainynightmare]

To spoil you, I have here an order for Fuegoleon and Solara, a gin & tonic to bring at home, with a kiss side order.

Oh anon you are spoiling me T^T <3 !!! Thank you for that!! It's been so long since I last wrote for them (or self-indulgent content for that matter) so this was very welcomed ^^ I hope you like it too!

Length: ~1.2 Warnings: hurt-comfort, general feeling of inadequacy (Solara), and Fuegoleon comforts, no alcohol mentions in the fic Prompt: Gin&Tonic (hurt-comfort) with a kiss at home

It was one of those days. Nothing seemed to be going right. Everything was difficult.

Or then I'm just dramatic... Solara thought to herself as she was making her way back to the base, back home, the home in Clover, and towards the bedroom.

I just... I thought that I'd be able to navigate through this with ease. Using this language and it's... it's been... alright so far but it doesn't come just like that at all times and I just... I can't really consult anyone. Or well I can, but when the .... whatever is happening, is happening, I'm all alone. I have no one to help in that moment. Because I can't just ask whoever I'm talking to, or around whatever thing I'm trying to sort, about how it's supposed to be completed. You don't ask a foreign noble about how you're supposed to talk to them, because it's unprofessional and can look condescending.

And it really felt like that. That she couldn't ask help from anyone. Or that whoever she'd ask, would be unable to help.

I just... want to go back home and not deal with... any of this. All this politics and customs and things I just don't know about.

But the reality was: she was far away from home. And she was there because she wanted to be there. Because she had chosen this for herself.

I don't ... hate all of this but it's just.... It's just so hard.

She could feel her teeth grinding against each other as her emotions, longing for home and a place where she'd feel at peace. The sorrow of not feeling good enough. Like she was inadequate and lacking. They tried to climb as whimpers and cries from her throat, but instead lodged into her throat as a lump that wouldn't go down.

I want to go home... she thought while opening the door to the bedroom, and closing it behind herself just the same before slumping onto the bed.

"Evening my love," Fue greeted with his eyes still on the book he was holding.

"Mh," she managed while curling around herself and gathering some of the blanket in her arms.

"It really was a long day today," he thought out loud, still gazing to the text, the lines, eyeing it through. "I thought about taking an afternoon nap but it-"

His train of thought came to a halt as she began sobbing on the bed without another word.

The book in his hand lowered down as his eyes turned, little by little, as if guided by disbelief and a feeling of helplessness. Wonder that wasn't curious but instead worried.

"Honey...?" He asked, putting the book away without a thought and made his way onto the bed before he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close.

With it there was a feeling of comfort, but the comfort, the security merely gave her reassurance to let out her emotions, and a cry broke out. A continuous, very present, cry that seemed to have no end for a moment that seemed far longer than it actually was to him. What must've been a few minutes, felt like dozens.

But all throughout it, he held her. His arms were wrapped around her, heads lying next to each other as his breathing flowed over her, through her blonde locks and to her skin. As if to breathe life into her again.

And with each breath he could feel the tension of her body melt away, as if shed with each tear rolling down her cheeks.

"What's wrong?" He inquired with a whisper as his thumb rubbed up and down her arm, as he still held her in his embrace.

The explanation, the words the confessions of how she felt to be struggling, rolled from her with more broken sobs, and he listened. He listened to her, as she tried to tell him about how she didn't feel like she could do it. How she could, really, navigate through the court here. Because it was so difficult. That she should know what she was doing already, but it felt that with each learnt skill, completed task, two more seemed to come with it. More people to pull her into different directions.

That she didn't feel like she could do enough, because there is a limit as to what only one person can do. There's a limit as to what one person can internalize in such a short period of time.

She didn't have the advantage of living with these people, in these circles, like he did, not at least for as long as he had.

And that was when he really realized that she must've been under a lot of pressure for a while already. She had tried to manage it. Though she had told him previously that adjusting seemed difficult. That she could see the way some of the nobles looked at her.

While he had just... thought that it'd be alright. That she'd manage. Quite as simple.

But in reality, she was struggling.

"We will manage, my love," he told her before placing a kiss onto her head. "I'll be here for you. If there's something you are wondering, you can always come to me. And remember that politics is just politics. All that can be asked is your best, and the ones who judge, will judge no matter what. You could do everything by the book, and they'd be jealous of how well you're performing. But the ones who matter, those who can be discussed with, will work with you."

He was being factual. But there was comfort in there. Because he was telling her the truth. He was like that. He'd tell her the truth. That was the kind of a man he was. His reassurance was in what he believed in, which was why it was in the truth.

But. Most importantly, he told her that he'd be there for her, that they were in it together. And, just like every other word, it was the truth as well.

He'd always be there for her.

"I love you," he whispered, but in that whisper she could hear the depths of the ocean of devotion for her. The quiet testimony of the sacred emotions he held in his heart. "I love you", he breathed out again against her skin.

"I love you too," she told him through her already drying tears as she took a hold of his hand and brought it to her lips to press a kiss onto his skin.

"We'll be alright," he promised her.

It wasn't a promise that he had thought about. But it felt like a promise he could make. That they'd be alright. And the thing was: she felt like she could believe in it too.

She did believe in it too.

They'd be alright. Her and him.

She was sure of it.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

...Turns out gay sex actually was the solution.

(This is basically a redraw, come read the real deal over at Tiger Tiger)

[konoharfts]

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[margindoodles2407]

Just a quick and gentle reminder that it is never, ever okay to wish harm, destruction, and death upon people.

Ever.

[arrowsperpetualcringe]

Party Rock is in the HOUUUUUSEEE TONIIIGHT

[quadrantadvisor]

DPxDC Danny/Jason Soulmates AU WIP

-

Jason's timer read 044389:21:08, when the display suddenly went dark. 44,389 hours. Five years, 24 days, 13 hours, 21 minutes, and 8 seconds until he was fated to meet his soulmate.

Or not. Because the time stopped.

It wasn’t supposed to happen. He did his research, and with the resources at his disposal (namely, a batcomputer,) he knew for a fact that there should be no way to defy the fate of a timer. People had tried. Avoidance, isolation, putting a hit out on your own suspected soulmate. Nothing worked. Trying to delay the inevitable put you on the path to meet it. Sure, there were people who lamented the unfairness of their own situation, who were devastated they never got time with their soulmate, famous deaths on opposite sides of a battle, etc. But soulmates always, always met eachother, face to face.

Not him, though. His soulmate was dead. Five years early.

Bruce didn’t get it. Dick wouldn’t talk about it. Alfred only looked at him with pity in his eyes.

Jason wasn’t sad that he was the only person on the planet who’d never meet his soulmate. He was fucking angry, because it wasn’t fucking fair. It was another person in his life who was supposed to care about him that he’d never get to have.

So when he found out he had a mom, somewhere out there, who he’d never had the chance to meet… he had to go. How could he not?

-

It was Sam who noticed, when it happened. Danny had just finished a stupid fight with Boxy, and he, Sam, and Tucker were finally ready to call it a night. Danny de-transformed and grinned, shaking the thermos proudly. “Gonna get these guys back into the Ghost Zone,” he said, when suddenly-

“Danny!” Sam yelped, and snatched at his arm.

Danny stumbled, nearly dropping his precious cargo. “Whoa, Sam, what-?’ he stopped, looking as she turned over his arm, baring his wrist.

His timer was dark, like people who’s soulmates were dead. The numbers still showed, faintly, but they were stationary. The countdown had stopped.

Ice spread through Danny’s veins, like the cold that rushed through him when he went ghost, but worse, so much worse.

Danny’s ghost form didn’t have a timer, which honestly freaked him out, but as a human it had always behaved completely normally. When he turned back, it would be there, the time having elapsed just the way it was supposed to. It had been so reassuring. He was alive. He’d make it at least five more years, and be able to meet his soulmate, who would hopefully be able to accept him the way he was. He wanted that so badly. He wanted someone beyond his friends to talk to, to know him as a person and a ghost. He wanted to not be afraid anymore.

He’d just passed the five year mark, not that long ago. He’d been so excited to be that much closer to someone so important.

And now something was horribly wrong.

“Dude, that’s jacked up,” Tucker said, noticing the problem with wide eyes.

“Did anything happen today?” Sam asked, her expression hardened with determination. “Did you notice anything weird while you were transformed?”

Danny shook his head. “No, no it- it was running while we were at school, and we’ve been fighting ghosts since then. I don’t know when it would’ve…” Danny could barely make himself speak. “Is it my fault?” he said, almost to himself. “Did I spend too much time as a ghost and it just-”

Sam gripped at his hand. “No, Danny, it isn’t your fault. Whatever the problem is, we’re going to figure it out, okay?”

“Yeah man,” Tucker added, clapping a hand on his shoulder. “Hey, maybe your parents can actually help this time? Weird magic science is kinda their thing, right?”

Sam looked less sure, but nodded all the same. “You’re going to meet your soulmate. Okay?”

“Okay,” Danny said, quiet, looking down at the stopped numbers on his wrist.

-

Edit: Added a readmore

[twstyuna]

Uninvited

Notes/rambling below cut.

This takes place post Book 7. I am not entirely sure I grasp the specifics of Silver's UM in the identifying dreamer with a bird sense and the logics of darkness characters and dream outfits. Just assume some kind of lucid dreaming here and roll with it if I broke canon haha.

This be one of the ghost! Skullys.

He's not keeping Yuu asleep in the Malleus sense, just helping Yuu dream of something happy since they get stress dreams and Overblot nightmares a lot. Their idea of happy is apparently their friends being fellow human schoolmates in their world and never having been isekaied. (Grim is a sassy but otherwise normal cat they own at home. It functions more like high school than college because Yuu isn't sure what a normal world college experience is like). Yuu wakes up, forgets Skully's existence and their dreams, lives the day, goes to bed, and Skully helps set up their boring slice of life dreamscape again

Overall benign but Skully's vibes are still too suspicious for Silver though lol. I think Skully would have kept the schoolmate/just a dream character guise if Silver didn't immediately try to fight him. In Silver's defense, Skully did glare.

Had this thought before I read book 7 but I like to think this is validating. From Book 7 Ch 111. Ghostly Oneiromancy go brr.

Skully's relationship with Yuu is platonic.

I think Silver's stumbled in Yuu's dreams before Skully came around but they both forgot

I think the 6 panels with Silver and Yuu are fun. Either Yuu sees Silver and greets him first or they're parallel which means Silver smiles first.

Left a little longer and Yuu might realize "Oh Silver's here" means "Oh I'm dreaming" and immediately wake up.

I imagine that Skully lived a whole life then died, but looks like a student because he really wished he could have been friends and had a fun school life with the NBC event boys . So I suppose him crashing Yuu's dreams/helping Yuu dream of a normal life may not be entirely altruistic then, but I would still like to think that is secondary to giving some comfort to the kid who was your friend lifetimes ago and who has not been having an easy time since getting spirited away to twisted wonderland

Alternative possible reasons for him looking young/relatively the same:

I do not know how to draw an older version of a character

Ghosts may be kind of immortal but their memory isn't. The Ramshackle Ghosts are blobs. Skully's painting was of him still relatively young so that's the appearance he assumes.

Actively trying to monitor Yuu in their dream and the easiest way to blend in is to just look like that so he's in their classes and such. Somewhere in Yuu's subconscious, Yuu remembers Skully being a friendly presence so there being another member in the friend group doesn't stick out.

[galactic-dragoness]

[mochakissedgold]

[thoughtfullyrainynightmare]

Gin&Tonic (hurt-comfort)

Fuelara at home with a kiss 

Solara is experiencing feelings of inadequacy when it comes to her duties in Clover, and Fue is there to comfort her

Morgsele (Morgen x Josele) at a ball with reminiscing

Gin&Tonic (hurt-comfort) at a party with a dance and reminiscing their first date, which ends with a kiss

Smoothie (funny)

Zora x Nebra at a cafè with something funny

Nebra goes on a date with Zora at a cafè that’s more commonly than what she’s used to. Zora teases him and they share a smirk or two~ 

Daiquiri (general-fluff)

YamiChar at a picnic with hand-holding

Yami and Charlotte walk on a field with a picnic basket, and talk about life, teasing each other, and holding hands. 

Nozel & Solid brother fic

Solid wants to feel like him and Nozel are brothers, because they’re currently very distant. So, he goes to Nozel and they end up having an awkward chat

Soda (fluff)

Nozessa (Nozel x Vanessa) at home with a kiss

Nozel comes home early and Vanessa is happy to see him, even if she teases him a little. And they share a kiss, or two ;)

YuNeva at a picnic with playing with hair

Yuno and Neva have a picnic on a field where they talk about life, and how they’ve been through a lot. But how it’ll be alright. And he plays with her hair

[the-great-horse-cocktail]

Alternate timeline where Stanley doesn’t accidentally ruin Ford’s project but he still doesn’t get into Geek Life University bc some kid showed up with a baking soda volcano

[nrcsfavoriteshrimps]

What My Dorm is Telling Me.

………………

Shiyuu had just been minding his own business when he gets bumped into. “Ah-?!”

“I-I’m so sorry, Shiyuu!”

“Oh, it’s just you, Yuume. I—WHAT THE F{doink!}?!” Shiyuu gasps, stumbling back upon seeing what Yuume is wearing. “Why are you in an Pomefiore uniform?!”

Yuume looks confused. “B-Because…it’s the dorm that I’m in…?”

“Huh? But aren’t you…?”

“Oh, I’ve got to go! The housewarden needs me!” Yuume runs off before Shiyuu can question any further.

…

“It was so…weird?” Shiyuu recounts the events that just occurred with Mai.

“That…certainly sounds strange. Should we check up on Ignihyde, then?” She suggests, tilting her head.

“That’s probably a good idea…”

…

Ignihyde is…not doing any better. Students that were last remembered in Savanaclaw were there, and none of them remembered being in Savanaclaw!

“Okay, something is definitely wrong. We should go to Savanaclaw.”

“Indeed.”

…

Savanaclaw is filled with…octavinelle students.

“It’s so hot!” Shiyuu groans, wiping sweat from his forehead. “Seriously, how do the students here SURVIVE?!”

“Oh dear, it seems like the residents aren’t doing much better…”

“ROCKY?!”

“Ah, shit…” Rocky sighs, running over. He, too, is in the Savanaclaw uniform. “What’s wrong, Yuu? Ya look like you’ve seen a ghost!”

“I—I don’t—”

“Please excuse us…” Mai smiles politely, ushering Shiyuu away.

…

Octavinelle is now filled with Diasomnia students. Wuzhi and Binx give similar responses to anyone else they question, though both seem a bit more conscious of the fact that something isn’t right. Neither can tell what, though.

Diasomnia is stuffed full of Heartslabyul students. Anya brushed off Shiyuu’s confusion, assuming he just hadn’t gotten enough sleep. “Happens to the best of us!”

Heartslabyul now has Scarabia students. Sadiya is also somewhat aware of the difference, but doesn’t know what changed.

Scarabia, finally, now has Pomefiore students. Chase and Seraph are unaware of the change.

But one thing all the dorms have in common…is that they’re STRUGGLING.

…

“Oh my sevens, what the heck happened?! Why is this happening?! What do we do?!”

“Ah, I don’t know…” Mai sighs. “Looks like we’ll need help, though.”

“You’re right…ah, jeez…”

[adhdandcomics]

i’m very sorry that society has made you feel this way about your fellow disabled people. i hope you can reflect on why you believe that other people with worse symptoms than you are bringing down this community and giving us a bad name.

(especially in the context of a vent post that is not indicative of whether or not we are “actually trying” in real life.)

i am also sorry that society makes you believe that in order for disabled people to be respected we have to consistently be working toward a nebulous goal of self improvement and overcoming of disability as to not be perceived as lazy and inconsiderate by the world.

i hope you can be kinder and more patient with yourself and your disability in the future, too.

[efverse]

been really wanting to do a beta meloetta inspired design..

[creatingblackcharacters]

Writing: Bismuth from Steven Universe

Rubric

[itslilacokay]

CHOSENWEEK FINALE : CELEBRATION / HEALING

happy birthday bitch!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! /silly

anyways thats all the days compleeete! now i can finally say this..

ChosenWeek will officially come to a close on [November 6 at 12 AM GMT+8].

why that time specifically? welllll im aware that people have different timezones, like for example it could be november 5 for me but its still the 4th for some others which means its still chosenweek for that part of the world

so me setting it at november 6 will at least have me make sure that its at least near or exactly november 5 for all of us!

dw i have it already scheduled so when it comes up then it. comes up yeah