#which is ok Fine but i had thought about it for MONTHS. couldn't decide i didn't like it earlier??!!

[alackofghosts]

big hug <3

[mayspicer]

Mmm nothing like a good old full blown panic attack, I haven't had one in years. This time at least I have access to medication to make it stop a lot faster, but I have 6 pills left for the next 2,5 months and the recent trends in my mental state are not looking good.

[mcu-coworkers]

Jealousy

Summary: Miguel can't seem to get his way and for reasons he couldn't believe.

Word count: 2k+

Warnings: None(sneaky Miguel)

A/n: here is pt.3 I hope you guys enjoy I will be giving a pt.4 which will be the final part if anyone would like to be tagged just let me know and I'll be happy to! I hope I got every one who wanted to be tagged in Pt.3 there were so many of you and I just want to sat thank you from the bottom of my heart for loving my story! I hope you guys enjoy!xx

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Parts: One Two Three^ Four

Credits to the owner:)^

It had been quite a few months since you removed yourself from the spider society.

You thought that in doing so you lost your friends but Pete, Hobbie, and Gwen all stuck by your side and visited you every now and then.

Not all at once, you didn't want Miguel to figure out that they were coming to you and yell at them for it or worse, come too.

In that aspect everything was great.

When it came to your healing journey, you had good days and bad days.

Or more like bad nights.

During the day you kept busy working in your world's Alchemax, and at night you dealt with spider business which was slow this time around.

This is when you found yourself thinking about him.

The silence of the city only made your thoughts louder and all they reminded you of was Miguel.

But you hadn't given up on your promise to yourself, you would move on.

And then you decided to get a dog.

He was the best choice you could have made, your sweet little milo.

May Day absolutely loved him, she wanted to bring him to her birthday party but to be honest you didn't even know if you’d be taking yourself.

Pete didn't want to hide anything from you so he told you as soon as he found out that Miguel actually agreed to not just let him throw her party at HQ but go to it as well.

Risking him speaking to you and ruining all of your growth was not in your plans.

You had to be honest with yourself, if Miguel spoke to you with the slightest warth you knew you’d break so for your own sake staying away from him was best.

So, that's where you were with all of this, sitting on a rooftop enjoying a slice of pizza thinking about whether you should show up tomorrow or not.

Deciding to call it a night on saving the city you swung home looking forward to Milo’s greeting cuddles.

Back at HQ Miguel watched as everyone scurried to put together the decorations for May Day's birthday.

The chaos was loud and he almost regretted agreeing to it.

“Ay dios.” he mumbled as he walked past Gwen and Hobbie pretending they were there.

“So you think she’ll come? May Day is her favorite spider. She wouldn't miss it, right?” he heard Gwen say.

Suddenly he froze.

“There is a chance if you ask me.  I   believe in her.” Hobbie replied webbing up the sign he was putting on the wall, much easier than tape.

Miguel began walking again hoping no one would notice how he stopped to listen in on the conversation.

Walking into his office space he called for Lyla, “Give me the list of spiders coming to this party.” he said pulling up his screens.

“But boss, that's hundreds?” she asked confused but the request.

“That's fine, just give it to me, Please.” he asked, growing impatient with his AI.

“Alright calm down here it is, Who are we looking for anyways?” she said, sliding it over to him.

“No one, just making sure its a safe list.” he said looking over his shoulder.

Bles mary janes heart for added the yes, no and maybe option it made him easier to see who was actually coming.

All the names had a yes except for one, one big red MAYBE and it was next to yours.

Shoulders dropping in slight disappointment he let out a sigh.

These past months he’d been gloomy.

The only time he perked up was at the mention of your name, but sadly that's as close he got to you these days.

He found out that Pete, Hobbie, Gwen and even fucking Miles anomaly Morales snuck off to see you.

He was jealous.

He hated that you let them into your life.

Each time they came back laughing about something you said, he was jealous.

Everytime they mentioned a fun moment you shared, he was burning in jealousy.

It made him sick. 

His blood boiled knowing someone else was making you laugh when he just wanted to have you to himself.

He liked it when you spent hours in his office “helping him” with reports.

He only ever gave you simple tasks just to keep you at his side.

To watch your face when you were focused on the footage, the way you bite your lip when you think you're getting close. 

The way you kept eye contact and showed interest in whatever it was he said made him think about other things you could do together whilst keeping eye contact.

God, you drove him insane in the best way.

But not having you close like that was driving him insane in the worst way.

Spiders voluntarily left him alone now not wanting to cross him on a bad which now was very frequent.

The only reason he stuck around at the end of team briefings was to see if he’d hear any news on you.

He didn't think anyone noticed his intent, But then there was Jess always on his six.

She knew from day one that you had fallen, but oh was he gonna fall harder and he did.

She saw the way he searched for you in a room, how he’d ask you and only you to help him on reports.

Nothing went past her.

“Did a villain sneak onto the list?” she said, creeping up behind him.

Quickly removing the screen he looked over his shoulder letting out a simple shrug to answer her.

“Just want to see who   I‘ll be dealing with for the evening.” he said trying to cover up his annoyance.

“Anyone stand out?” She asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Nope. All good.” he said standing up, “  I‘ll see you tomorrow Jess, get some rest.” he said leaving his office.

Smiling to herself, Jess knew he was slowly breaking down. 

All it would take to finish the job was see you.

She knew you had RSVP’d to come yesterday but she made Lyla change it just to confirm her suspicions further.

And he did just that.

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Mentally preparing yourself for today was the hardest part.

You planned out your evening.

Go in, greet everyone, stick to Hobbie, Gwen and Miles, hold May Day, and then make the excuse that Milo had an accident and you had to get back home.

A solid plan.

Suddenly a portal opened and in walked Hobbie, “My lady.” he greeted extending an arm.

Taking his hand you stood up, “Oh, one sec.” you said as you sent a signal activating your suit.

“Woaahhh the new suit is wicked.” he said watching it go on.

“It's nano tech, you like it?” you said as it reached up to your neck before stopping. 

“Killin it, as always.” he said before walking into the portal.

Well, here goes nothing.

“Be good Milo, Mommy will be home soon.” you said, patting his sleepy head before walking in.

Deep breath, here goes nothing.

Walking in you put on your brightest smile.

“Hey! There she is and get a look at this suit, this new?  I   like it!” Peter yelled, taking your hand and spinning you.

“Hey guys! Nice to see everyone again, Miles nice to meet you.” you said laughing.

“Nice to meet you, very nice lady, thank you for not hunting me down.” he said, shaking your hand viciously.

Laughing at your inside joke you pulled him in for a hug secretly taking a peak over his shoulder.

You could feel his stare on you, you just didn't know from where.

The party went on as planned, you stayed cautious, had  a good time with your friends and held May Day until she eventually fell asleep.

Everyone told you that you had a gentle way when it came to kids so falling asleep just came to them naturally.

Taking that as your sign to leave you handed her over to Mary Jane and went to go look for Hobbie.

“Hey, has anyone seen Hobbie?” you asked not being able to find him.

“Rooftop, girly pop.” you heard Jess say as she hugged you goodbye.

“Oh great, we can open a portal there. Bye guys guess  I‘ll  see you around.” you said waving to the rest of the spiders.

Making your way up you looked around the rooftop to find it empty.

Huh. Maybe he went for a swing. You thought looking over the city.

He’d been told a couple times not to but that only made him do it more.

“He’s not here.” you heard behind you. Well shit.

“Thanks Jess.” you heard making you chuckle to yourself.

Of course.

“Well then it makes no use to stay up here.” you said turning to walk away.

“Wait, just give me a second.” he said, reaching out for you.

“One. Welp there is it and look I've given you five extra just by standing here.” you said sarcastically.

Trying to leave once more he actually Physically got in your way this time.

“Please.” he said trying to get you to look at him and you could've sworn you heard sincerity in there.

“Fine. talk.” you said crossing you arms sitting on the ledge trying to create some distance.

“ I   am sorry,” he blurted out.

“ I   don't forgive you. We done here? Great.” you said standing up ready to bee line it for the door.

Your tactics were failing you and your front could only last for so long.

“No no wait just-” he was cut off  by a beeping sound coming from your suit.

It was your alarm for Milo’s dinner time.

Gasping you stood up from where you sat.

“Oh Milo.” you said turning off the alarm.

“What? Who the fuck is Milo?” he said anger began to rise up in his chest.

“Really wish we could finish this but  I‘m late to a very important dinner with someone who does respect me, so excuse me.” you said finally getting past him.

Stunned  by your response he watched you walk past him.

Who in the actual fuck was Milo and what rights did he have over you?

Following you back into the party he watched as you asked Pete to get you back home.

“Oh yeah sure, How's Milo by the way?” he asked while opening the portal.

Again with this fucking Milo.

“Oh he's really great, miss him more every second we're apart.” you said, putting your hands on your hips.

Time was moving real slow right about now.

But for Miguel it was moving a little too fast, he didn't want you to get back to Milo. 

He wanted you here, patching things up with him.

“Gotta love Milo am  I   right? May Day sure does.” he said, quickly shutting up when he realized Miguel was still there.

“Well thanks for the portal, tell Mj the party was great, take care pete.” you said hugging him goodbye.

Just as you are about to be free Miguel grabs your hand.

“Will you come back, Please?” he asked, the desperation in his voice could be heard from miles away.

“ I   don't think so Miguel,  it took me a while to realize that there was nothing wrong with me. And Milo helped with that even if it's just been a couple of months and  I‘m still getting the hang of things. He loves me for it and he needs me.” you said, smiling at the thought of your sweet little furbaby.

Standing up straight Miguel let your arm go, “Lucky Milo.” was all he said before you took it as your queue to leave.

Defeated by the night's outcome he went back into his office and let out some frustration on the nearest machine.

There it was again, feeling sick of jealousy.

Someone else had your attention, time and love.

And all he had was your rejection.

At this point in time Miguel wished he was anybody else other than himself.

And just like that jealousy started following him wherever he went, never letting him go.

All because of some Milo.

[secondratefiction]

That 70's Show Drabble request: It's your and your twin brother Eric's 16th birthday, kitty and red usually remember but they forget yours this year, your boyfriend Hyde notices and gives you one of the best birthdays ever, including you two both having sex for the first time. Hyde also does a little cussing at red And kitty for forgetting their youngest daughter's special day.

'ello my love, always nice to see you around 😁

Afraid I might have gone a little off the brief for this one, but hopefully it still hits at least most of what you wanted 💜

(Ok, yes, timeline wise, Hyde was living with the Foreman's before he got the car, but this is basically the fandom versions of "...who's like is it anyway?" where the stories are made up and canon events don't matter, so... just roll with it)

You're blaming Eric for this.

He was the one who decided he didn't want to share a birthday party with you any more

Now, granted, you had agreed, mostly out of anger and annoyance with him in the moment - "Fine! Why would I want another stupid Star Wars themed party anyway!" - But you hadn't thought it would end up here...

The decision had been made after the disastrous aftermath of your last combined party, and it was something that had slipped your mind over the last year.

Of course in the month before, Eric was sure to bring it up, and remind your parents that you were doing separate celebrations... although, you weren't expecting exactly how that ended up working out.

Your mother had seemed to pull out all the stops for this year "Sixteen is such a special age after all..."

There were pancakes and all of Eric's favorites at breakfast... only Eric's though

And you tried not to let that get to you, but you didn't even get so much as a happy birthday out of any of them... not even your Dad which stung quite a bit considering that it was no secret that he had a tendency to favor you over Eric and even Lori.

But you sucked it up, put on a brave face, and tried to act like it wasn't a big deal... which you were actually pretty good at -

At least until you got sent down to the basement to collect a few things for your mom. That's when Hyde spotted you...

He sat up from the couch looking like he was struggling to wake up. Which, in all fairness, he was, "Hey, little Foreman." You rolled your eyes at him, leaning on the ack of the couch, "Did you sleep here again?" "Yeah." He nodded, leaning into kiss you. "You're gonna get caught..." He only smirked up at you with a shrug, "We'll cross that bridge when we get there."

Standing up, he vaulted over the back of the couch to pull you into a proper kiss that honestly made you a little weak in the knees, leaning into him more as he pulled away, "Happy Birthday baby."

And just like that the damn broke...

You let out a strangled, broken laugh, quickly burying your face in his chest to try and hide the fact tears had immediately sprung up, and that you were losing the fight to keep them contained.

To say Hyde was caught off guard would be the under statement of the century. He almost panicked as he scrambled trying to figure out what was wrong, what he'd said to set you off.

All of this despite your poor attempts to assure him it was nothing. "Hey, no. Look at me," He pulled you back from him so you couldn't keep hiding, and waiting until you actually looked up to meet his eyes, "If you are this upset, it is not 'nothing'. Now, tell me what happened."

You tried to fight it, keep your mouth shut, but there was an intensity in his gaze that left no room for argument... he wasn't going to let this go until you told him, so you did, laying out all the events of the morning, "... I can't believe they fucking forgot my birthday."

For a moment Hyde's expression was unreadable and you had just started to ask what he was thinking when he grabbed you by your elbow and started walking you towards the door "Wait! Steven, what are you - I'm supposed to be grabbing a box for my mom." "Don't worry about it, I'll get it."

He walked you straight out of the garage, putting you in the Camino, still very confused before he turned around a disappeared back down the basement steps.

He grabbed the box you had indicated and made his way up to the kitchen. Smiling tightly and nodding in greeting when Kitty noticed him. "I didn't realize you were here Steven." "I just came by to pick up Y/N... plans for her birthday, you know."

He took the moment of realization and shock on her face as a chance to drop the box on the table and make a quick exit out the sliding glass door.

He was sliding into the driver's seat by the time Kitty could be heard shouting for Red inside the house, throwing his arm behind your head as he looked to back the car out of the drive

"Ok..." You said slowly as he turned around to put the car in drive, pulling away from your house, "So what are we doing?"

"Don't know yet, that's up to you," He said, smirking at you, letting his hand come to rest on your knee, "Tell me what you want to do, and I'll make it happen."

You couldn't help but laugh a little bit, almost beaming at him as you put your own hand over his, "Anything I want?" "Anything."

[lucy90712]

Can you write domestic fluff with joao felix?

WC: 2.6k Over the last year Joao and I have moved a lot with him going on loan to Chelsea then coming back to Atletico and now moving to Barcelona it's been a lot. When we moved to London we only rented a place as at the time we weren't sure how long we would be there which was a good choice as it only turned out to be 6 months but now moving to Barcelona we want to actually have a place of our own. There's a few reasons for this one being that Joao wants to stay here as even though he's currently only on loan he wants to stay beyond that and two we are awaiting the arrival of our baby who will be here before we know it. I was ok with renting somewhere if we had to but Joao wanted us to have a place to call home where we can decorate a nursery for our baby to grow up in. 

As soon as the move was confirmed we were looking at loads of houses all of which were lovely but we both fell in love with one place. It needed some updating and definitely some decorating to make it our style but we just loved the place so much that we decided that we would make it our project and do it together. I thought it would be fun to redo the place together as it will be our last big thing we do together before the baby arrives and Joao loved the idea so that's what we've been doing. 

As soon as we got the keys to the place we moved all of our things and went straight to the diy store to get loads of supplies. Walking around for the first time and looking at all the paint was a bit overwhelming but with some help from the store workers we found out what we would need and we picked it all out. While we were there we looked at all the colours we could have for the nursery but we decided to hold off on that until the rest of the house was done. By the time we had everything we had so much stuff which took ages to bring into the house especially as Joao would only let me bring in the light things like paint brushes. 

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Our decorating journey was put on hold after we got all the supplies as other things took over like Joao's debut for Barca and actually getting furniture for the place so we can live here properly. Now however we are officially starting our project and we have to get it done by the time the baby is due so we have a little under 4 months. Having such a strict deadline is kind of scary but I think it will motivate us to get it all done. 

Joao set an alarm last night which woke us up bright and early but it was fine as we both got up and got changed straight away so we could start right away. I was way more excited than I really should've been but it just felt so exciting to be making this house our own by ourselves without any outside help. I've always wanted to get into diy and nows my chance although taking on such a big project as my first isn't the most sensible but it's ok as it's our house so it can look however we want it to. Luckily I have done some research so I know exactly what we need to do it's just about whether we can actually do it but we'll figure that out as time goes on. 

Our first job was to wash all the walls down so they can then be painted. As there's a lot of walls to be done Joao and I needed to work together. He didn't want me going up a ladder just in case so I did the lower half of all the walls while he did the top half and the ceilings. We were having so much fun talking to each other while we had music on in the background which we were dancing to or at least I was. At some point Joao went mysteriously quiet for a bit too long but before I could look to see if he was ok I felt water being dropped on my head and down my back. Once the water stopped I looked up and Joao was laughing so hard at me that I couldn't help but laugh too as I can't lie it was a good prank. I couldn't let him get away with it though so I used the water I had and poured it on his feet to make his socks socking wet which he hates so it was good revenge. 

I won't lie we messed around as much as we worked but this is exactly why we are doing this together it's all about the memories and if that means it takes us longer then so be it. It also took us longer as I needed to take a break every so often because it was really tiring washing the walls. Joao joined me on my breaks which he said was to make sure I was ok but I think it's because he needed a break too he just wouldn't admit it. By the end of the day we had done every wall we were planning to paint throughout the entire house which really felt like an achievement. 

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Day two. Well more like week two something came up last weekend so we never got round to actually painting anything but this weekend any free time we have is already reserved for paining, no distractions. I've been looking forward to painting all week as currently our house is all a dim white which sure looks ok but I want some more colour. To decide what room to paint first Joao and I picked a room out of a hat and we got living room which is the room I've been looking forward to the most. My idea for this room was to re do the white paint on most walls and then we found this lovely sage green paint to go on the wall with the fireplace as an accent wall. I've been waiting ever since we got the paint to see what it would look like in real life so hopefully we can execute it well.

Joao prepared the paint while I put tape around the edges so we didn't get pain everywhere. When Joao came back he asked me to come over to him so I waddled over expecting him to show me something. I did not expect him to have a paintbrush in hand and bend down to paint something on my bump but that's exactly what he did. Luckily we had the forethought to get pregnancy safe paint which turned out to be a good idea as I'm now covered in it. 

"What have you drawn?" I asked 

"A happy face" Joao replied 

"I would ask why but there's no point" I laughed 

"I did it because I thought it would be cute if every time we paint a new room I paint something on your bump and we take a picture to remember our decoration journey" he said 

"Aww that's actually really cute" I said 

"I know sometimes I have good ideas" he said 

"You keep believing that honey" I teased while walking away with some paint 

He laughed at me before following me to help me get started on painting the accent wall with whatever paint isn't on my belly. Joao put on some music and the both of us danced and sang along to as we painted. Now I know for a fact that you should paint everything evenly and in a proper pattern but I find it much more fun to paint little smiley faces and hearts before covering them up. Joao noticed me doing it and started doing the same and then we started communicating with each other on our wall. All you could hear was our laughter over the music that had been turned down which is exactly how I want this house to be all the time. When we have our little family I want the place to be filled with laughter and happiness as often as possible as my childhood wasn't so I want to have that for my own family. 

For the rest of the day we painted every wall in the living room and then we also managed to paint the hallway. By the time we decided to stop for the day we were both covered in paint and all of my muscles were hurting especially my back. I had a bath which Joao prepared for me before I just got straight into bed as I just needed some rest. Joao joined me with some food for the both of us which we ate sat in bed before he got me to lay on my side so he could massage my back for me. I was hoping the days where this was needed would be further down the road but clearly that was too optimistic as for the last few days Joao has been having to do this for me so I can sleep. 

"We did good today I'm proud of us" I said 

"I'm proud of you, you are 6 months pregnant and spending all day painting a house that's pretty impressive" he said 

"Thank you also I appreciate you massaging my back it makes it feel so much better like I can actually move" I said 

"It's my pleasure babe remember when we found out and I promised you that I'd spend all day everyday looking after you this is part of that and it's not going to change anytime soon" he said 

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It's been a few months but we are finally at the point where we only have one room left to decorate the room I've been most excited about decorating, the nursery. The entire time we have been decorating the rest of the house Joao and I have been buying things for the nursery which we have been waiting to put up but we have held off until now. I was really hoping that we would get round to it quicker as I wanted to help but I'm now 8 months pregnant and really struggling to do too much each day so I won't be too much help. The one thing I have been able to do is to pick out the colour for the room with Joao's help of course. 

We decided not to find out what we were having as we don't mind if we have a boy or a girl we are just so excited to have a baby. Not knowing means it's a bit harder to decorate the nursery but I didn't spend hours on Pinterest when I couldn't sleep for nothing, this room is going to be perfect for our little one I'm sure of it. Since finding out I was pregnant I have been determined not to be one of those people that just paints their baby's room white or grey and I'm not going to be as Joao and I decided on a really nice yellow colour for the nursery as well as some wallpaper that has some other colours in it too. 

When I woke up this morning the bed was empty which freaked me out for a minute until I heard music coming from the room next door which is going to be the nursery. After a few attempts I hauled myself out of bed and waddled my way into the room where I saw a shirtless Joao up a ladder refreshing the white paint on the ceiling as we decided to keep that and just put little glow in the dark stars up when the baby gets a bit older. I must say it was a wonderful sight my handsome fiancé shirtless a with bits of paint over him as his arms flexed while dragging the paintbrush back and forth. 

"Wow what a wonderful sight for 8am" I laughed 

"Good morning love how did you sleep?" Joao asked as he got down from the ladder 

"About as well as someone who's 8 months pregnant can how are things going in here?" I asked 

"Pretty good I've almost finished the ceiling then I thought we could do the walls before I put up the wallpaper but if you're too tired I'm happy to set up the chair so you can just sit and watch" he offered 

"I want to help but I don't know how long I'll be able to help for" I said 

"And that's ok just tell me when you're tired and I'll take over" he said giving me a kiss before heading back up the ladder 

While he was getting on with finishing what he had started I took my place on the floor so I could do the lower half of the walls. This has become routine as I can't stand for too long as it hurts my feet and back so I sit down with a roller and do as much as I can reach. Actually painting is the boring part of this room so we worked pretty quickly or Joao did as I did as much of all the walls as I could but then I needed a break so I watched on as he finished everything. After that came the exciting part the part I've been looking forward to since finding out I was pregnant and moving into this house. 

All day we've been working around the tons of boxes that are in piled in the middle of the room. The boxes are filled with all of the furniture we've been buying for the baby and I'm so excited to put it all together. Joao and I have never been very good at putting furniture together for a long as I remember we've always got something wrong and had to start all over again. Today is the day we challenge that because first we are putting together the crib. My job is to read the instructions and hold things for Joao as he puts in the screws and hammers things together. We were doing so well but when we finished something didn't look right and I realised we'd put something in backwards so yet again we'd failed and had to start again. 

After finishing the crib we got started on the changing table which we actually did first try and after that we were on a roll. Everything went together so easily and before I knew it all the furniture was put together and was in a place we were happy with it. Then came the really exciting part getting to put up all the little decorations we had which were all animal themed so there was loads of stuffed animal all over the place and decals for the walls. All of the decorations really brought the room to life and helped me see us stood in here in just a few short weeks holding our little baby. 

"I can't believe there will be an actual baby in here in a few weeks" Joao commented as he came over putting his hands on my bump

"I know I can't believe it either this baby will be here soon and will be enjoying this room we've worked hard decorating for years to come it will get filled with pictures and toys it'll be amazing" I said 

"Yes it will and I can't wait for that day" Joao said giving me a kiss as our baby kicked his hands 

[scrubbinn]

_____ HRT: 15 months: “Human”

“Hey Mayday. How's my girlfriend doing today?... I hope you can hear me in there. I'm recording another tape for you in case you forget everything again. I just got back from the doctor, they ran some tests, still couldn't figure out what's up with my knee. I think maybe I'm just cursed, with this broken human body. I guess you don't have to deal with that now huh? Lucky.”

“It just sucks, you know? Not a single medical doctor in Canada can tell me what's wrong and then when suddenly, magic exists, it gets regulated so you can't use it for medicine! Ugh. Rules are dumb, why do we even have them. Also sucks that I have to walk here every time I miss you. Which is a lot. Why does everything have to be so shit?”

“Speaking of shit, you should have heard me go off on that doc when you first started… cocooning? I’m blanking on the word. But I just went off on that man, It felt so good just to throw everything back in that pompous jerk's face! He had it coming, you have no idea how long I've been waiting to go off on a medical professional. He does have his uses, I suppose. You weirdly seem to like him, and at least he can put in enough effort to care about your physical health. But you should have seen how he reacted to you, he makes me so, so, so, AAAAARG! Sorry, you don't like yelling right?”

“You know, when I heard about you passing out nearly half a year ago, I thought, this is it, I'm going to lose her forever. I guess I did, when she decided to forget me. That's not fair, I just, I can't help still being mad about it. After everything we went through, and everything you went through with our friends and family. This really meant more than all of those memories put together? God you're such a dummy. I wish I could understand you.”

“Getting to meet you all over again, I didn't hate it like I thought I would. No matter the memories, it really was still you. Just, a little different. Sorry I kept pushing you to remember something… Maybe it was wrong of me. But every time I saw your face, your eyes looked back like they were trying to remember anything. It made me kind of happy, like I was important enough that some small part of you didn’t want to let go of me. I thought we were making progress. But if we have to do it again when you come out. I might actually start to hate it.”

“...Hey, you are happy right? This is what you wanted, yeah? You know I'm ok with you not being human. When you told me you were thinking about this, I supported it. Though, I'm still having trouble getting used to it. I don't really know how to feel now that you're like this. I just, I want what makes you happy, and I know you want the same for me. It's just been difficult right now. To keep smiling. I… I went to that sushi place we were going to go to. They had really good unagi. I ate so much I could barely afford the bill, haha. I know if I go there again without you, it's just going to taste like nothing. If you're not there with me, what's the point? This moment. The world has color again, I can taste things again when I'm in this room, and it hurts so much because you're not here. I'm sorry I… I'm trying not to cry in front of you hun. I'm sorry.”

* * *

“You don't mind if I stay here tonight do you hun? I don't really feel like walking back home right now. When I’m with you I- um, hello?”

“Oh didn’t realize anyone else was here? You’re Abigail right?”

“And your May’s mom right?” Are you here to see her?”

“Yes, I haven’t actually checked in since I heard the news. Is that. Her?”

“Pretty sure yeah. Unless there’s another girlfriend shaped cocoon that I missed. D- Do you need a tissue?”

“No, I’ll be fine, thank you… Pardon, but would you be able to answer a question? I don’t really understand this whole therian thing. I’m still a little shocked when Mich- Mayday said she was doing this sort of thing in the first place. I’m fine with it, I support her. But, did she need to do this?”

“Huh, what do you mean?”

“Well I mean, did she need to change? Isn’t it just safer to hide? She’s doing such a brave thing but there are so many people that might hurt her. It's my job to worry about her, and I know this city is better and all with this sort of thing, but what if she gets attacked when she visits, what am I supposed to tell my sister if she asks what Mayday is up to. My family doesn't even know her name is Mayday now.”

“...Oh. Oh, this is weird seeing it from an outsider perspective.”

“I'm sorry? What do you mean?”

“It's that you don't get it, I mean I forgot it until now, but you don't understand. It would have been more dangerous if she didn't do this. She's in pain, her gender, Her body, her species. They don't match her brain. It's not like it's a choice either. She's hurting. Her staying human, she might have made worse choices. Ugh, I'm sorry hun. I should have realized how much this means to you, I'll be here, for real this time. I'll be here for y…

Oh my god, it's tearing. G-g-go! Get a doctor!”

“What? Oh! Uh, right!”

“Hun! Can you hear me? It's me! Follow my voice!”

“A…b…i…

Mimic HRT: 15 months: “no longer”

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[who-do-i-know-this-man]

I made a mistake. Several actually. Several very severe mistakes. And this post isn't meant to make it all ok, I have accepted that many are rightfully mad at me, but I do hope that I can at least have some context to the mistakes I made and why I made them.

First let me say that I am privileged. That much is true. I am a white man in the american suburbs. I have the luxury of not only not being personally affected by many social issues but not even having to witness them. But I still want to be a good person. And part of that is learning about these social issues by talking and interacting with people online. But I'm still not perfect. I'm barely an adult and I have a lot of growing to do as a person. And hopefully with this in mind it will make some of the mistakes I will go over just a bit more understandable.

Back in mid march I made the submissions post for this blog, and did not expect to get as many as I did. I then spent a month taking as many submissions as I could and putting them in a list. All in all I ended up with over 2000 characters. From that alone it should be understandable why I couldn't research every one before releasing the bracket. I even ended up with many mistakes like incorrect labeling and duplicate characters.

However the first true mistake came later. I was making the poll posts themselves and I got to Lance. I knew I should have done something at the time but I didn't exactly know what. It was one poll and I was doing 16 polls per day minimum, but ideally double that so that I could have a backlog of posts. So I didn't spend as much time thinking about the issue as I should have and the conclusion I came to was that at the end of the day it was a fictional character, and if I properly content warning it it will be fine. Anyone who is sensitive to that imagery can block it. This is largely where my ignorance came in. While it may sound improbable to those who do know more I promise you I genuinely thought that I was doing no harm. And while I won't lie and say I am now a master in the topic now I do have a better understanding of the harm that this decision caused. Additionally my pride got to me. I am very proud of having "the biggest bracket on tumblr" but I had already had quite a few be disqualified for being duplicates or real people, so I didn't want to make the bracket any smaller and lose prestige. This was far from the main reason I kept him in, but it was morally wrong.

People's response to the original poll was mixed. There were people who immediately asked me to remove him, but others were on my side in saying that he should stay since he's a fictional character and his morals don't matter. So I defaulted to the stance I already had, and did nothing. This was a mistake. Above all else I should have prioritized everyone feeling safe and comfortable on my blog.

But the last night it was about an hour later then I should have been asleep and my brain was incredibly stupid, and things started to go down hill. I got the first ask in a while about Lance, and I decided to put an end to the issue. My way of doing this was doing a poll. In my mind this was my way of accounting for my ignorance. I don't know much about how severe this issue is, so I'll put it in the hands of people who did.

This poll also got mixed results. Some said I should just have the conviction to eliminate him myself, but others brought up things about that character I didn't know, like how he apparently has a character arc of learning fascism is bad, or that he has other visuals where he's wearing different outfits. I also got messages from fans of the series who thanked me for giving the character a chance. This made me feel comfortable in being a "neutral party". However with the notes I felt that I should "do this right" which unfortunately led to me doing the exact opposite.

I deleted the original poll, where 70% were in favor of disqualifying him. I didn't think it was a big deal since it had only been up a few minutes, but this was yet another mistake. I made a new poll, which included info that had been told to me since the previous poll. But the problem was that what I had actually written was not good. It was almost midnight at this point, so while I tried to remain a "neutral party" I ended up having the info show a very clear bias. And considering the character in question, people began to wonder why I was trying so hard to keep him in the poll. This led to many replies on the poll that began to overwhelm me. I was starting to realize the mistakes I had made and just how deep of a pit I had dug myself in. I panicked. I turned off replies and deleted all the ones on that were on the poll so that I could say everything I wanted to say interrupted. This backfired, and led to people going to the reblogs instead. And me deleting all the replies looked BAD. While I was trying to get the things I wanted to say out the post had spread. Spread even outside of the people who normally know this account. People who knew nothing of the history and structure of this blog, who thought that I had seen a character who was a Nazi and thought "sure come right in" and I was now trying desperately to keep him in.

This understandably made people very mad when that was their perception. Many many people were saying terrible hurtful things to me. Their heart was in the right place but even now I do not agree with the kind of harassment some stooped to. At this point I was in a full blown panic attack. Every bit of damage control dug me deeper into the pit. I decided that I needed to deal with this situation with a clear head so that I didn't make more mistakes in a panic. I deleted the poll about Lance's elimination and went to bed.

That brings us to this morning. I have announced that Lance is disqualified, and deleted the original poll containing him. I promise you all that I will try my hardest to prevent anything like this from happening again on my blog. I want to make things as right as I can. And I hope now you all will believe me when I say that I am not a Nazi, or an antisemite, I'm just a privileged idiot who made some dumb mistakes.

[graciegoeskrazy]

Matty Healy Daughter Headcannons

Pairings: Matty Healy x Daughter!reader

Warnings: Absent mother, mentions of drug use, mention of unplanned pregnancy, mention of bullying

A/N: I’m so glad I’m not the only person who was craving some Matty x daughter fics. Send in some ideas!

It was no secret you were a surprise to your parents

Your mom and dad dated very briefly in 2009 and broke up before your mother found out she was pregnant with you

Your father wasn't too happy about the pregnancy at first but he knew he had to do what was right and agreed to support his ex no matter what the decision was

Your mother decided to keep you and raise you as best she could.

Although everyone around Matty was in complete shock and ultimately had some concerns when they found out about the news, there was a big parade of people lined up to meet you when you arrived

The moment you arrived and Matty laid his eyes on you his entire outlook on life changed

He made a solom vow to give you the best life he could and love you forever

He was determined to become a great father

Your mother on the other hand wasn't too happy and chickened out as soon as you arrived

Matty could sense the concern and agreed to talk to her once things settled down a couple of hours later so it was just her, Matty, and you.

But she up and left before that chance came

A couple of months later there was an envelope that arrived at Matty's doorstep

He opened it

It said that once you arrived she realized she couldn't do it

She claimed she loved you too much to give you the life she was gonna give

Matty was furious

How in the world could someone leave such a beautiful, precious, and defenseless little thing?

He knew he could do this without her though

He had his family and his bandmates who became your honorary family (except George who became your actual family when Matty deemed him godfather)

Life went on and you started to grow up

You were surrounded by music constantly while growing up (obvi)

Singing anything from Disney hits to Taylor Swift to classic rock

You heard it all

You never got in trouble when you were little

Which was a pleasant surprise to those around you

Everyone thought that a Matty reincarnate wouldn't be easy to raise

But you were the sweetest goofiest little girl with such a kind soul

You had his sass and humor

And your smile was practically identical

Even as a teenager you never knew much about your mother

Your skin tone was different than Matty's so you assumed you inherited that from your mom

As you grew up you obviously had questions

“Why do some of my friends have a mom?”

“Why do some of my friends have 2 moms or 2 dads?

“Do I have a mom?”

“Where is she?”

Eventually when you wouldn't shut up about it during a recording sesh your dad and Ross sat you down and gave you a condensed version

Saying your mom had to leave because she didn't want to be a mom

But it didn't matter because “our little family is perfect the way it is.”

You just said “Ok” and continued your homework

As you got older you just realized that you would be perfectly fine without her

The more you grew up the more details your dad gave you

You just said she is missing out

Your dad was proud of you for being so resilient towards it

When you were about to turn 8 things changed

You may have been young but you certainly weren't dumb

You knew about your dad and his addiction

Youre dad was in the deepest part of his addiction and his mates finally decided to bring him to rehab

At the request of your dad, you stayed with George while he was away

He was in there for over a month but before you could even see him again he relapsed

You didn't know your heart could break as much as it did

You stayed with George for about 3 months

It took a lot of convincing on Matty’s part for you to come back home

You were scared of what he might do again

You telling him that you were ‘scared’ of him is a memory that will haunt Matty for the rest of his existence

But it was the final wake-up call that he needed

With the help of George, you finally gave in and decided to move back in with your dad

Time went on and you grew up some more

Much to your father's dismay

You and your dad became even more inseparable

Even though he was your father you told him everything

From periods to boys to drama all of it

Getting your period was something Maty dreaded since the moment he found out you had a vagina

But he handled it like a pro

You were never afraid to tell him anything and therefore you both trusted each other immensely

During middle school, you encountered some bullies

At first, it was just the usual taunting

But eventually, it got more physical

They would talk about anything to get you down

Your dad and his work, your clothes, hair, anything

As much as you told the school and as much as your dad threatened to punch the kid nothing worked

Matty pulled you out of the school and enrolled you in online school just for the time being

It was the middle of the school year so finding another school super fast was gonna be a problem

But the more you continued with online school the more you liked it

Matty had his concerns about friendships and stuff with the online transition

But you were able to maintain friendships and make new ones through your other outlooks

It ended up being the right move and Matty let you continue with it

Cut to today

The band is on another leg of their tour

And with your online schooling youre able to go with them

Months before the tour dates were even scheduled your dad sat you down and had a conversation with you making sure you were okay with him going on tour and okay with you tagging along with him

Matty made it very clear that if you didn't even want him to tour he wouldn't do that

You weren't sure how serious he was with that thought but still appreciated it

You were hesitant about how this was gonna go at first but were excited to travel with your dad and family

One time Polly had to call out of the show for like a week for a family emergency

And all eyes turned to you

You knew the basic chords to all the songs and (being a huge fan) knew all the words too

It was like a moment 15 years in the making

You had the time of your lifeeeeee

And Polly was so thankful you stepped in

Matty was so proud of you for stepping in

And proud of the young women you were becoming

It was just another reassuring moment knowing that he made the right decision in life

[sunshinekindof]

I trust you, silly

Timothee and I have been married for several months. Of course, I knew what I was getting into when I said yes to him. Crazy schedule, long breakups, his fame, sidelong glances in my direction. And also rumors. Of course, I knew that all this would happen, and I was completely ready for anything. To be completely honest, I was prone to overthinking, but I honestly tried to control myself. Sometimes it seemed to me that Timothee was going through just as much as I did. He knows that I love him, but, as he sometimes tells me, "I'm just afraid that I'm not worthy of you." To which I usually laugh at the stupidity of this thought. He is everything I wanted and more.

Timothee was filming a new movie in another state. He called me every time he had a free minute. I was happy to hear his voice, but I wanted him to take care of himself and get some sleep. Sometimes he may forget that he needs to do things like sleep and eat. To which he always replied that he was fine and asked how my day went.

Today is my day off, Timothee won't be back any time soon, and our apartment has long needed a thorough cleaning. It seems that I have found something to do with myself.

We didn't get to talk yesterday. In the morning I sent him a message wishing good morning and a good day, to which he has not yet answered. While I was having breakfast, I decided to scroll through the Twitter feed. When I was scrolling through the news, photos of Timothee with his co-star, female co-star began to appear to me. Kristen, if I'm not mistaken. For my taste, she stood too close to him. The photo was accompanied by the caption “Problems in Paradise?”. Then there was a photo in which Kristen put her hand on my husband's shoulder. Timothee was standing with his back to the camera in the photo, so I couldn't see his face. Fans have been waiting for the release of this movie. There were a lot of fanarts that showed Timothee and Kristen together. Like together. Then I saw a short video of Kristen putting her hand on Timothy's chest and laughing. There were more photos, but I refuse to look at them. Ok, that`s enough. Enough Twitter for today. I am not a masochist.

I have no doubts about Timothee, but nevertheless I felt my blood boil involuntarily. Kristen may be the star of this movie, but Timothee is mine. I could not resist and called him, but he did not answer. Okay, enough thinking. He will call back as soon as he can. As always.

Leaving my phone on the table, I turned on the music at full volume and went to clean up. Organizing things helps you relax. After cleaning, I went to the farmers' market. Our refrigerator was empty. While I was away, my phone died. After 4 hours (oops), I finally went home and almost dropped my grocery bags. Timothee was walking towards me, holding a telephone in his hands, and traces of panic on his face.

- How ..., - I began, but he did not let me finish and wrapped his arms tightly around me. Along with packages.

- Timothee! Packages…can't hold…” I started, feeling the groceries drop from my hands onto the floor. In response, he only pulled away from me for a moment, put away his purchases, and clung to me again.

“Hey baby…don’t get me wrong, I’m thrilled to have you here, but you weren’t supposed to be back for another month. Baby, are you okay?”

"I couldn't get through to you all day and I panicked," he muttered into my neck.

- Timothee...

I pulled back to look into his eyes and to my horror saw unshed tears there.

- Tim, what are you doing? I was just at the market and my phone died. I didn't mean to scare you. Sorry.

I pressed my lips to his. I wanted to stop the kiss, but he didn't let me do it, but only deepened it. Instinctively, I ran my fingers through his hair and moaned.

- Babe…

Why didn't you answer me?

- Did not answer? You didn't call me

- I did! Look! - he began to show me his phone

- Maybe a bad connection or something. And then my phone died. Look, - I smiled and showed him my phone

“I thought you left me,” he suddenly said and looked away from me.

- What? Timothee! Why did you think so?

- Have you seen the photo?

- You and Kristen? Yes, but...

- That's not what it looks like! Honestly! She just got too close... and I immediately said no... and that if this happens again, then I will leave the film...

- Timothee!" I interrupted.

- No, its true. So, and then I couldn’t contact you and I panicked and immediately came…

- Baby, you are so silly, - I laughed and this time I hugged myself tightly, - I told you a thousand times that I trust you.

- I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you.

- You didn`t! Oh baby, I can't believe you came all this way just because I didn't answer you for a couple of hours, - I smiled and kissed his nose

- Not a couple of hours! Almost 24 hours!

-Timothee … what am I gonna do with you?

- Never let me go. And love me,” he said embarrassedly.

"Always," I replied, and kissed him again.

[abominable-space-they]

One of my first Steddie fics was Steve going punk. I have a lot of feelings about Punk!Steve, so I am really pleased to see the fandom getting excited about it.

I was thinking about an Au in which Max discovers The Runaways & has a sweeping personal epiphany, gets into punk & starts playing the drums. She loves how cathartic it is, also that it's to loud for anyone to talk to her.

She starts teaching Eleven too as she learns. It turns out that once she's been exposed to the idea of making music, El has a gift. She picks it up with with an almost supernatural ease. Eventually they want to start a band, its the summer after 8th grade. Eleven switches to bass, bc she can, they recruit Erica who was absolutely scandalized to hear that no one knew she played piano & guitar. But they had a small problem when they wanted to do gigs. There was only one place, the hide out & they were extremely minors. In order to play, they had to have "a responsible adult".

There was no way any of their parents were gonna work for that duty.

Steve was the obvious answer to their problems. When he said he wasn't gonna spend every weekend sitting in a run down little bar, they offered him a spot in the band... which was a little unconventional but it was punk so whatever and actually Steve was perfect for a front man. He could talk to the crowd right? (Steve does not love the idea but sure fine he could do that maybe)

The thing is, these kids have worked so hard to make this happen, Steve can't actually say no... & If he was being totally honest with himself, he kinda loved being included. So he says yes to being a vocalist, co-vocalist.

He encourage them to also yell if they wanted... Erica has immediate ideas. The band progresses surprisingly well. When they decide they're ready Steve easily books a gig. Max & Erica are both massively annoyed it was so easy for him when it was their band and idea. But whatever they have their first gig planned

They argue about the name of the band for so long they have to emergency name it the weekend before the show so they can put up flyers. Max & El wanted to call it Mommy Issues, Erica had gotten really into X-Ray Spex & wanted to call them The Wrex. It got a little intense.

Steve in desperation suggested Cherry Rex... because it referenced The Runaways song Chery Bomb, and had the aesthetic energy of The Wrex & X-Ray Spex

To his shock they actually agreed on that.

Their first gig was on a Monday, to nobody but one very belligerently drunk guy who might have passed out in his booth. Of course they expected that more or less. It was more ok then they thought though, the girls had a blast... and actually so did Steve.

A month or three later and they'd slowly worked up the live band tenure and were getting their first Friday night slot. There would be four bands, two punk, two metal; Boondock Boyfriend, Death Vision, & Corroded Coffin. Cherry Rex were playing the opening spot being the newbies. Steve thought Corroded Coffin sounded vaguely familiar, but couldn't figure out where from. He wasn't to worried about it though, he was here for Cherry Rex.

Getting the parents permission to take the whole party to a borderline dive bar (he left that part out) had been one of the most trying experiences of Steve's young life, but in the end he got it done, and everyone was super excited.

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Eddie always came early on the nights Corroded Coffin played, he liked supporting his fellow musicians, many of whom had only played parties and basements before they could get in here. It was a point of pride for him to not be a snob about it. He supported anyone and everyone who wasn't a bully or a bigot.

This weekend they had a whole new band, playing. He'd heard that it was a group of preteen punk rock girls, so of course the rock bros were grousing. He would have none of that though. He remembered when he first got into music as a preteen, the way it let him process feelings he was to scared to otherwise. He would definitely be there for their first weekend gig

So imagine his surprise when he finds Steve Harrington on stage. He introduced everyone Max on drums whom Eddie recognized from around, as well as her maybe? girlfriend?, who's name was apparently the number Eleven, on Bass. And Erica, who actually exhuded rock and roll energy, on guitar. Steve called himself their token adult. He spent half the time singing, but also dancing, sometimes being hype man for whomever was singing that particular song.

He was wearing a Hawkins High Tshirt that he'd scrawled The King is Dead across in Sharpie. Also light wash jeans, which Eddie had laughed about at first, but when he cut them off at the knee while they were still on his body, during Erica's song about self reliance, identity, and D&d... and he had fishnets on under them? He was completely won over. They were pretty good...and Steve Harrington, a punk? He was genuinely so fucked. So so fucked

(does Vecna & the upside down exist here? I don't know)

[totally-a-different-person]

I wanna request TomEdd fic about Tom being in a rut and I'd really like if it could include a little dubcon

This is fun and I'm always happy to write about monster Tom so sure! Also you didn't specify that you wanted breeding kink stuff but I felt like it goes without saying if Tom is in a rut so I hope that's ok (Nsft and dubcon past this point, proceed at your own risk)

It was always something Tom dreaded so much, even though it felt like it only happened every couple of months, which really just made it harder to keep track of, it seemed like it always happened when he was least equipped to deal with it. So he sat in his dark room, growling and whining in pain and frustration from under his covers, his large purple tail hanging out from under his blanket and over the side of the bed.

Edd felt terrible though, he was so worried about Tom. Even though he specifically told them to leave him alone and NOT go into his room, Edd couldn't help thinking he should try to help. Tord and Matt both seemed completely fine with just letting him suffer through it, and Edd knew he couldn't exactly go see a doctor or something, but there has to be something they could do.

He decided he would bring Tom some water, since he had mentioned before how overwhelmingly hot it could feel. So Edd got a cup of ice water then brought it up to Tom's room. First he knocked, but received no answer. Inside Tom's ears shot up and he got quiet.

He very slowly moved the blanket so he could see the door but was still hidden for the most part. His eyes blew wide at the sound of a voice from outside, a soft voice that he recognized. "Tom?" Edd called when he received no answer. "I'm coming in alright? I've got some water for you"

This was incredible, Edd would be perfect. Tom's tail started to wag at the thought of releasing the tension. He would be so cute when he was nice and pregnant, and Tom could snuggle him and protect him and hold him. The doorknob turned and at first Edd didn't see anyone when he looked in, being very confused.

He did spot Tom after a second, mostly due to his tail. The artist smiled, shutting the door behind him so the room stayed dim. "I brought some cold water," he took a few steps closer to the bed "because I thought it might help you cool d-" Suddenly he was tackled to the ground as Tom pounced on him, dropping the cup and spilling the water.

His back hit the ground, having not braced himself at all and getting the air knocked out of him for a second. "What- Tom the water! What are you doing??" Edd seemed more angry than anything, and the monster tried to get on top of him but he just pushed him and sat up, shuffling back some and pulling his knees closer "I was just trying to help" He softened slightly as he got a better look at the other "Are you ok...?"

Tom was maybe a little more than half shifted, and honestly seemed like he was in pain. His face was flushed and slightly scrunched up in discomfort, and Edd couldn't help feeling bad. But now the water was gone and there was a mess, he had no idea how he was supposed to help! He didn't know anything about how demon ruts worked and Tom always got weird when he asked too many questions, he seemed embarrassed.

Edd sighed softly "I wanna help, but I can't if you don't calm down!" He turned away from Tom and got onto his knees to get up, but turning his back to the demon was a mistake. He gave a high pitched yelp when two huge, fluffy, clawed hands on his back pinning him to the ground with his ass up, Tom now on top of him much more effectively than last time.

"Tom!!" This time Edd couldn't push him off, not only because of the new position, but also because the monster simply overpowered him. "Wh-what are you- Ah!~" He felt Tom grinding against him, pressing his bulge against him hard. It was an incredibly sudden realization when it hit Edd what he was going on, and it made sense why Tom didn't want them to bother him for a few days.

He could feel very hot breath on his neck as Tom repeated the motion, pretty much thrusting against him this time. He started going herder and faster, struggling to get out of his own jeans as he did. Edd was almost completely hard as well now and was panting quietly as his face flushed, he really was trying his best not to give in yet. But as he listened to his friend it just got more clear how hard of a time he was having.

"Fuck- Edd I just- I need it so bad I need you I-I can't take it" He huffed, voice breaking in desperation as he did. He spoke so quickly it was almost hard to understand him. "Wanna fuck you so bad, gonna fill you up with my cum and stuff it so deep it'll never come out, fill you so much until you're good and pregnant" It almost sounded like he was crying, getting harder and more frantic with his thrusts. Edd's whole face was deep scarlet as he listened. The monster growled in frustration, still rambling "G-gonna breed you 'till you can't walk and-and have you stuck on my fat fuckin' knot while I pump my cum in your tight hole- God please let me breed you I-I need it so bad"

Now. Edd told himself the only reason for what he did next was to help Tom, after all that's the whole reason he was in here in the first place, but it would be a lie to say it had nothing to do with him being able to feel how huge Tom was like this now that the jeans were off, or with the fact that Tom was pretty much huffing all of that next to his ear. He reached back- after a few seconds of struggling to do so in this position, and slipped down the waistline of his khakis as well as his boxers leaving his bare ass completely on display for the other, practically presenting himself to be breed.

The monster did pause to let him do this, at first only curious and confused before absolutely ecstatic. Edd felt the hands on his back travel a bit lower, as well as not holding him down as hard as before. He just closed his eyes for a moment, it felt nice. They opened right back up though as the hands then rather firmly grabbed his plump rear and spread them, leaving him feeling very exposed.

He blushed deeper and hid bit his lip some, not totally sure what to expect. More than anything he was afraid Tom was gonna try to go in without any kind of lube or preparation. The buzzing of thoughts swirling in his head stopped with a dysfunctional clash, as if they had all suddenly slammed into each other before disappearing, when he felt something wet and very warm against his hole. "wha-ah~" The brunette chocked, blushing deeper and whining when Tom licked it again.

The demon's tongue was long, purple, and wide, but it came to a point at the end making it easy for him to penetrate the sub and earning a little high pitched moan from Edd. He felt the clawed hands gripping him tighter as it pushed deeper, pressing on his walls and exploring his insides. Tom's big dark purple tail was wagging slightly as he ate his lover out listening to all of his wonderful sounds. It didn't last long though as he was really so eager to hurry up already. He pulled his tounge back out, Edd shuddering slightly as he did and giving a little breath.

Tom pressed his purple cock against the brit's entrance. His hole was wet now, as well as more ready to be penetrated, which was a nice bonus. It was needed, considering that like this Tom was roughly three inches longer than he usually was and considerably more thick too, meaning if he did intend to knot Edd the artist would have to be able to take almost eleven inches of monster cock, which would have been horrifying if he thought about it too hard.

thankfully the only thought now occupying Edd's mind was how hard his own cock was as it drooled pre onto the floor between his legs. Tom bit his lip as he pushed in, growling quietly as his tail wagged faster behind him and he gripped Edd's sides. He did manage to get the head in nice and slowly, but it took so much for him not to break Edd this entire time, and now that he could feel his little friend squeezing SO tight around him he couldn't stop.

The cola addict nearly blacked out when Tom suddenly pushed in as much as he could as fast as he could, a broken scream tearing from his throat. Edd swore to god he could see stars, unbelievable pain mixed with equal amounts of pleasure rendering his brain totally useless. The way the small ridges on the underside of the demon's dick rubbed against his prostate a couple of times upon entry felt wonderful. That and very literally feeling more stuffed than in his entire life were bringing the human close to orgasm already and it was terribly embarrassing, but he'd never felt anything like this, his skin was on fire.

The larger was panting heavily, growling and whining as he held Edd against the ground harder and started thrusting. "AAH!~ T-TOM!~" Edd screamed as his friend started pounding into him at full force. He could only take a few before cumming, starting to cry as he shook and twitched.

The monster didn't stop for a second, jackhammering into the human with no specific pace or pattern, too focused on relieving the tension and impregnating him. Edd just sobbed and moaned, the room full of his loud noises. He couldn't do anything but scream and hold onto the carpet tighter when it pressed into his sweet spot again and again.

The demon was panting and drooling as he tried to go as hard as he could. Edd was so tight around him and his insides were so hot and wet Tom physically didn't think he could stop if he tried. He bent over slightly to be closer to the brunette, nuzzling his face into the crook of the shorter's neck and growling as he humped him.

Edd whined and leaned into him slightly, feeling another orgasm coming as he was railed. "TOM P-PLEASE!~ AH!~" He sort of stuffed his face in the carpet towards the end of that, muffling his screams of ecstasy for the time being. This only encouraged the demon, who was starting to get close as well.

His knot was just starting to swell at the base of his cock, which thankfully wasn't a problem yet because Edd wasn't taking the whole thing. "f-fucking god-" Tom huffed, voice raspy and quiet "So s-so fucking good Edd" he spoke a little louder that time, and groaned deeply afterwards, trying to shove it in harder "G-getting close" He managed to warn, and Edd could feel the knot now as Tom pushed deeper, whining softly and panting as it stretched him more.

"I-I want it in me, please~" He begged softly, barely managing to get it out as he panted. Tom's tail wagged again as he tried to push it a little deeper before it was completely locked in place, pulling another sweet moan from the little human. He came again, crying out loudly as his did, the mess got on his inner thighs as well this time.

He was mid orgasm when the monster came inside of him, growling deeply and ripping his hoodie on one side. Edd gasped deeply, eyes opening wide before giving in incredibly loud involuntary moan, the heat being poured into him as he spilled more of his own juices onto the floor below him, whining and mewling. It felt like Tom came so much, he was so full and stuffed, everything felt so fuzzy once he started calming down again.

He closed his eyes and hummed softly when Tom nuzzled him, moving to be hugging him from behind instead of just holding him in place. Both men slowly collapsed to now pretty much just be cuddling on the ground, the demon giving Edd's neck gentle licks and kisses as the artist leaned back against his chest, just enjoying the affection.

[willowser]

hello yes it’s me again sorry but i just saw the things about katsuki losing his memories instead and now i am Thinking… 

say you really do decide to just stay forgot. because you go into his room and even though you’ve been debriefed by doctors and kirishima, who was on the scene with him, you were not ready for him to look at you like you were a complete stranger. so you start backing out of the room, muttering something about being on the wrong floor. in the hallway, kirishima is giving you a questioning look bc you’ve only been in there for less than 15 seconds, but all you can say is that you need some time, and please don’t tell him about you—that you should be the one to do it, you just can’t right now. and you had every intention of just pacing around the block or something, but somehow, you end up at his apartment?? you let yourself in with the spare key he finally gave you a few months ago and it really just hits you what starting from scratch is going to look like. getting him to trust you all over again, to open up. break down those walls. except, it wouldn’t even be from scratch because you already know every little thing about him !! it’ll break your heart, surely you’ll lose your patience with him. he’s the strong one, not you. you can’t do this. so instead of taking the minute you said you needed, you take a few hours and scrub katsuki’s apartment of any traces of you. the pictures on the walls, a reminder note he’d left you on the fridge, your extra clothes, the toothbrush by the sink—everything. 

…… or so you thought. 

because as it turns out, katsuki is more of a romantic than anyone could’ve expected. more than you expected, and had a secret little drawer full of mementos of you and your relationship hidden in his office. the paper rings you’d made him out of straw wrappers at restaurants, ticket stubs from past dates, photo booth strips and polaroids, a stack of notes you’d tuck into his lunchbox. 

you hear about it a few days later, in an angry (well, as angry as kirishima can be) phone call, in which he informs you that katsuki was discharged earlier in the week, and in an effort to put the pieces of his life together, started going through the apartment with a fine-tooth comb, and discovered his little stash in the filing cabinet. and you have a LOT of explaining to do

ok now i’m done and need to go lay down 

NO NO NO JORDAN !! NO LAYING DOWN !!! PLEASE 🥺🥺🥺

god now i can't stop wondering what his reaction to this would be !!! 🥺 on one hand, he doesn't remember you or your relationship and so he doesn't know what to do — but you just walked away ?? 🥺 he found little bitty heartfelt things in his room that he couldn't imagine keeping, because they're so silly and dumb, but he DID keep them 🥺 and you've just — gone 🥺 you didn't care enough or...what ?? 🥺 and he doesn't know what he wants but he has to call kirishima like "what the hell ???" and kirishima is like "well...yeah...didn't they call you ??" AAAHHHH

[alannybunnue]

Ok, You Asked For This: Daemon Blackfyre and his Red Wedding

Based on this ask from last year, i present you all this insanity. I tried my best, unfortunately my mind has been destroyed lately.

Requested by: Anon (😢)

Tags: @rosaryos - @haven-is-happy

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What a blessed day

You thought as you were dressed and prepared to finally marry a wonderful man, you couldn't be happier.

You were committed to fulfill your duty at last, after years of despair, your father finally found the perfect suitor for you, giving a way to escape the rollercoaster you were stuck on.

Both of your parents were proud of their little girl finally free to live her life for once, soon, you found yourself walking down the aisle to be reunited with your betrothed.

A wonderful, brave and wise gentleman your father found for you, everyone said and to you, they couldn't be more right.

As you walk with your father by your side to your soon to be husband, you looked around to see your family and friends looking emotional, so happy for you...until you saw a familiar figure in the crowd.

Daemon Blackfyre, the bastard son of Aegon IV.

And soon the memories rushed in your mind, everything he did so far.

Your family was part of the court in Aegon's reign, there you met his son with the "Queen" Daena, Daemon.

You both became friends pretty quickly at the time, you never judged the fact that he was a bastard, even if your parents tried to warn you that something was wrong, something didn't seemed right this friendship of yours. But in your stubbornness, you accused them to judge the boy.

You regret your words to this day.

Months went by, and you finally reach adulthood, many marriage proposals started to show and you soon met some of your suitors.

Many had distinctive personalities, some you enjoy more than others. But the end was always the same, they would let you down some how, many gave up and left.

You started to wonder if there was something wrong with you. So you put your heart out to your dear friend and Daemon would reassure you that there was nothing, that your suitors couldn't see what wonderful lady you were...

"They weren't worthy of you"

You were too oblivious, you didn't see the signs. Once most of your suitors were gone, Daemon asked you to marry him, declaring that you both could run away from all of this.

You didn't saw him like that, the thought of leaving your family was too much for you, too much pressure.

You denied him, and consequentially, Daemon caused a Rebellion against his half-brother Daeron.

Your family ran away from the chaos, you were finally in peace.

Or so you thought.

Once the ceremony was done, you tried your best to ignore the presence of your old friend who was looking at you with eyes that you knew would hunt for the rest of your life.

The eyes of madman.

Other than that, everything was going smoothly for you, the celebration was going well.

You finally left for your bedding, which was the part that you were more nervous about, even if your dear husband reassure to you that it would be fine, you were still insecure about this.

Too much to hear what was going on in the other room.

You stood still while nervously taling off your gown, as your husband helped you, he also kept repeating his sweet words and gestures to calm you down.

Once you were finally bare, you heard a knock on the door, both of you looked confused, since no one should interrupt you in this moment...

Your husband decided to answer the door to question who was it and why were they interrupting, but in the moment that he opened, a sword crossed through his body.

You screamed at the top of your lungs as the body of your newlywed was thrown on the floor to reveal who was his killer, Daemon. You immediately covered yourself as the man walked inside and admired you.

He stopped right in front of you, his eyes never leaving yours, the fear was growing fast as he forced you to show yourself to him, your body was irresistible to him.

He picked you up immediately and thrown you on bed, your screams and little punches didn't stopped him, since he always loved when you fought back.

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It was a blessed day

That was what you thought as you walked down with your legs trembling in that same aisle, that was once beautiful, but now was covered in the blood of all the guests, your family and friends.

In the place of the guests, were the all of Daemon's allies who helped him since the beginning. They were all there covered in the blood of innocent people.

The only survivor of the massacre, the poor Septon, stood in front of you and Daemon as you repeated the same vows that were meant for your beloved. You knew that he had no choice but to comply to Daemon's demands, just like you.

The cheers and applauses from the crowd just made you shake, in your despair, you silently wished this was an awful nightmare.

But Daemon's kiss was what truly showed you that this was reality, he kept his lips on you as if he would devour you completely, he was a hungry beast that was insatiable.

There's no point for the bedding ceremony after what happened last night. So your new husband took you away from that place, for it was no longer your home. Your home was with him and his people, for soon you would be Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, or so he said.

But your attention wasn't on Daemon's words, but yes on the body of the poor Septon whose duty was fulfilled, so there's no use for him anymore.

You wished in that moment, that you would be granted the same fate as him, once your duty as a wife was done, you would be freed from this nightmare.

But Daemon wasn't that merciful.

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A/N: I really hope this was good, because i had a bit of a headache to do this one. Didn't wanted to be cliche. Thanks for reading until here 💖

[cottoncandy-cult]

He Gets Hurt {Small} (ZFBFS)

Zack sighed as he walked about the living room, he and (Y/n) always split the household chores every day and today when they flipped the coin, he got mopping the living room while she did their laundry. But before he could break out the Swiffer, he had to pick up around the living room and dust out the rugs outback, he had already finished dusting the rugs and had them folded over the back of the couch as it was the first thing he did. The ravenette was walking around the couch and slipped a little on the hard wood floor but he easily caught himself, the male rolled his dual-colored eyes as he pulled his socks up further. They weren't fluffy so he for some reason thought this would help with traction, now he had to move the coffee table to by the wall so he could get to the majority of room without too much trouble. So, he walked around to the far side of the table, he tried to ground himself and grabbed the edge of the table. He gave a grunt and attempted to lift the item, but it didn't really budge, making the male's amber eye twitch in frustration upon realizing just how heavy it was. But it was his favorite table so he couldn't be too irritated, black wood with a cabinet and a black/gold marbled top. It was really sturdy and didn't stain, which was good for the both of them. That made him stand straight and chuckle, that thought probably being the most normal one to ever cross through his mind. He had a job, a home and a woman he loved. He never once thought he'd have any of this, granted he may have been using some rose colored lenses, but it was still far better than anything he experienced in his past.

Placing his hands on his hips he began to consider how he was going to do this, so he hopped over to the other side and decided to try and push the coffee table. So, he sat on the floor and pressed his back to the couch, his feet pushing against the table. With a deep breath he tried to push it, only for the couch to be pushed back instead. With a huff he checked inside and removed the few items that were in there from the cabinet, which was just a notebook, some magazines and an array of chargers and batteries. So, it wouldn't really make much a difference, but it was the only thing he could think of. He then went back to the other side of the table and tried once more; he gave it his all trying to lift the table. But it didn't budge, his socked feet did though. His legs seemingly stroked out as they moved quickly and in odd directions, causing his face to smack the table as his knees hit the ground. It was a loud sound, the slam of his face meeting the tabletop. Loud enough that he heard footsteps quickly approaching and moving down the steps. Zack was shaking, slowly sitting up as his hand came up to cover his face as a mix of weird grunts and sounds spilled from him. "Zack, are you ok buddy?..." She spoke softly, spotting the red splotch on the table she knew he just bloodied his nose.

"My fucking nose...." His voice was off pitch, and he glanced up as he saw her moving in front of him and sitting on the table, taking his cheeks in her hands. "Let me see, you big baby." Zack grumbled as he moved his hand, his nose was still in place, but the bandages were being stained by his sinus leakage. "What were you even doing that you managed this? I mean it's fine but that sounded like it hurt..." Zack huffed and moved to stand, rubbing his cheeks to work away the facial pain. "I was trying to move the damn thing and it wouldn't fucking budge." His frustrated words made (Y/n) snort with laughter, her (E/c) eyes glancing down at the table before bringing them back up to observe his face. She bit her lip before taking a deep breath, trying not to smile. "Sweety... It's bolted down remember. You're the one that anchored it." She watched silently as his eyes widened, a growl reverberating through his chest as the memory returned clear as day. Which made sense since they got that table literally a month ago. He glared at the table before he huffed and turned to stomp up the steps likely going to the bathroom to clean up, she giggled a little. She followed a few feet behind, watching his grouchy form try and flee from the embarrassment. "Hey, don't be upset, at least you know you anchored it right. BABY DON'T CLOSE THE DOOR." She burst out laughing as the bathroom door closed before she made it, she knew he was embarrassed but she couldn't help but find the whole situation hilarious. "I just hope he wipes up that blood before it gets sticky and hard to clean..." She giggled some more and went to go and check on how the laundry was drying.

[trashpandacraft]

tour de fleece (crash)

ok, so the tour de fleece ended, and i...did not do so great. i did really well for the first bit, and then we went to sheep and wool. and sheep and wool was amazing and delightful and i had an amazing time, but also: i'm disabled, and the crash from putting out that much energy was, uh, intense. i basically couldn't do anything for a week, and even spinning on my eel wheel in bed was too much to manage.

so i didn't. i picked up over the weekend, the last two days of the tour, and (very slowly) managed to spin some lovely rambouillet that i think will stay a singles—we'll see what it looks like after it's had a week to chill out on the bobbin.

(yeah, there's a couple little pigtaily bits, but (1) i literally finished the spin about thirty seconds before taking this photo, and (2) i prefer to spin at very low tension for most things, so it doesn't always wind on evenly. i suspect they'll go away.)

i'm not thrilled about how this ended for me, but when i made my tour de fleece plans, we hadn't decided to go to bendigo yet, so they were sort of overly ambitious. i also, uh, thought that the tour de fleece ran the entirety of july, and not just the first three weeks? so i thought that i had more time that i did, right until i started seeing people posting about the final stretch and went WAIT WHAT?

goals (link to original) and how they went:

spin a chunky yarn. i absolutely did not do this, and didn't even really think about it. i may just...keep not doing it. i still don't enjoy chunky yarns. maybe that's fine.

spin a singles yarn. see above! this one actually worked out ok, i think. i'm pretty sure it's going to stay a singles, and at minimum, it could stay a singles if i wanted it to.

spin some sock yarn. i didn't expect to finish this in july, but actually, yes i did! unwashed, it's about 25 wpi, which i'm pleased with. (it'll puff up some, but it's fairly firm, so i think not a ton.) unfortunately, i once again succumbed to the fallacy that i knit socks from 100g of commercial yarn, so 100g of fibre should be plenty for socks! it. is not. i think that washed up, i'll have about 225m, which might be enough for like, ankle socks. i'm gonna try, anyhow, but next time i say the words 'spinning for socks', someone please remind me that i want to spin at least 150g.

spin a breed i've never spun before. not a breed, and not much of it, but i actually did spin some bamboo fibre this month, and that's the first time i spun it and it wasn't a blend, so i think that counts.

spin this chunk of polwarth i dyed a few weeks back and am desperate to get my hands into. this was a just-for-fun addition that i absolutely did not get to, and am mad about. it's probably what i'm spinning next.

dye some wool in colours i don't usually use—the red-orange-yellow end of things. this was meant to be my second dye of the month, but didn't happen—the spin above is from fibre i dyed a couple years ago. i think it'll still happen in the near future, as my kid picked up a spindle at sheep and wool, and they fuckin love orange.

dye something brightly coloured. this one happened! i dyed some grey and white merino into a vivid purple. i'm thinking about blending in a little silk and sparkle.

make 20 rolags with hand cards. hahaha ha hahahaha no. i think i made four. the rolags will continue until the rolags improve, but i did not meet this goal even a little

stretch goals:

spin a four ply. surprisingly, yes! the sock yarn mentioned above is four ply, and i'm pretty pleased with it. i would, obviously, be more pleased if i'd remembered the whole density issue, but it's a very consistent four-ply sock weight, so i'm calling it a win.

spin a textured yarn. i did not do this. maybe later? maybe not, honestly. i feel like i should like textured yarns and chunky yarns and art yarns, but in my heart, i just don't. i'm impressed when other people make them, but maybe that's not reason enough to make them myself.

ok, spelling it all out like that makes me feel a little less bad. at no point did i say that i couldn't combine goals, so i achieved exactly half of those things. which isn't great, but isn't as bad as i thought. maybe next year i'll remember that 'do things you don't enjoy' doesn't really make for fun challenges for yourself, too.

[illarian-rambling]

Thanks for the tags @somethingclevermahogony, @elsie-writes, and @frostedlemonwriter!

Find the Word Tag

I'll do all these in one, why the fuck not?

My words: laugh, cozy, answer, entire, brown, fish, run, screech, down, drumming, intense, swallow, inspire

Your words: dwell, thick, circus, berry

Ok, Honor's Outcasts, let's do this. I just checked and I've got fish in there a total of 74 times, this is gonna be fun

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<Today's the first day of Jasartra Eim, so I planned on doing some meditation around the fifteenth hour. If you care to join me, we can check the traps afterwards.>

<It's not that long a ritual,> he added as Izjik grimaced.

It wasn't that she was opposed to religion. Hell, she found it beyond impressive that Sepo had kept his faith throughout the conflagration that was his life, even if it was a faith that had a history of drowning innocent people. But her record when it came to gods was... messy.

<I take it you'll pass. Sorry....> Sepo was well aware of what had landed her in the highest security oubliette Illaros had to offer.

"It's fine." She forced a laugh. "Meditation's just not really my thing."

.

Izjik now knew why Sepo always complained about their cozy tenement. He'd grown up in a place like this, hadn't he? In luxury. A single damn rug here made their rooms seem like a sty!

Where they weren't coveted with strange, gorgeous curtains, the marble blocks were a furor of swirling gold and white. Their steps echoed around the vast room, bouncing off of carved columns, only to be absorbed by the weird image-bearing cloths. The whole place smelled like the first breeze of a honeysuckle summer.

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Undeta swept her hand back and forth, as if bored, though no such emotion showed in her eyes. "Yes, you've sung this song a hundred times. From the moment we picked you up at that dingy hovel you thought you could lie low in, you've been singing away like a little canary. Tell me, Tyche, did you think it would save you?"

Tyche looked away, not bothering to answer. She'd been a fool trying to play both sides. A greedy, grasping fool. She'd thought herself, if not able to play the game exactly, then able to at least cheat off of those who knew the rules. But little did she know, she'd never even realized what pieces the powers of the world were using.

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Maybe Izjik should've been more curious about the occult cloud that had shaded her entire life, yet she couldn't quite bring herself to it. Never once had she wanted to learn more about End and what made her its flesh exactly. She'd get those answers, to find out what the sirens wanted with her at least, but damn if she wasn't scared of what they'd be.

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Sepo had always been one of those people who looked like shit no matter how much they slept or ate, but under the gilded light, Izjik failed to hold in her shock at how wasted he seemed.

The man had practically aged ten years in three months - quite the feat for someone whose golk could live well over three centuries and not look a day over twenty-five. Sepo’s cheeks were nearly as sunked as they'd been when the pair had first met, and his eyes were ringed with shadow. At his temples, Izjik noticed several streaks of gray shining amidst the brown.

With a chuckle, Izjik poked at the side of his head.

"We match," she smiled, ruffling her own head of silver.

<Actually, this whole thing was just a plan to steal your look,> Sepo signed with a smirk. <I've decided gray is going to be my color from now on.>

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Upon making his way over to the rest of the gaggle, Djek discovered them to be in full scheming mode. Which meant Sepo was plotting with Twenari in rapid-fire handsigns, while Izjik interjected with the occasional observation or revelation that something was stupid or the plan was terrible.

Surprisingly enough, the fish seemed to be acting perfectly civil around each other. They weren't back to their full swing, sibling-level banter, but they were at least speaking. Djek figured the pair wouldn't have lasted long in the Trench if they didn't know how to act professional in a time of crisis. Thank the gods for small mercies.

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Fear now accompanying pain, the woman tore off a strip of her shirtsleeve and jammed it desperately against the wound, fresh needles of pain cropping up with the pressure.

How could she fix a gut wound? Panic mounting, Izjik recalled an instance from her childhood.

In her eleventh year, one of the hunters had run afoul of a tusked water deer during a patrol. It hadn't been a deep wound, the buck not being more than a little thing, but the puncture had been pretty close to where hers was now. Everyone had been sure brawny Raluheh would pull through. Five agonizing, rot-fulled days later, the enclave had been proven wrong.

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"You- you're sparing me?" the siren coughed out.

Sepo gestured for him to go with a jerk of his chin.

"But what about our deal?" he whined. "You have no idea what I-"

Sepo cut off his complaints by shoving him towards the alley's exit.

"You little ingrate! You can't just expect me to leave without an answer!" Cintillios screeched.

Sepo shrugged, then brandished his dagger as if weighing it against the priest's freedom.

"You will give me an answer, you mute abomination! Even if I have to force it from your lips!"

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Slipped inbetween Izjik’s arguments was a hard, dead silence.

"That doesn't mean I can't make my own calls!"

There was a hissed breath in response, then more silence.

"Like you would've done any different? Be honest!"

Breathe, breathe. In and out.

Twenari sighed, moving over to plop down onto their raggedy little settee. It wasn't like an argument was uncommon for the pair. Hell, she's heard them argue over the color of a woman's hat once. A woman, she might add, who'd been standing right next to then in a bank queue, and whose blushing face had perfectly complimented her obviously blue hat.

There'd been more serious discussions too, but when those had coma along, both seafolk seemed to rein it in a bit. Izjik’s voice lost its fiery indignation while Sepo toned down his typical vitriol.

That balance wasn't happening now. In fact, from what she could hear and deduce, the two were pulling out all the nasty, petty stops.

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Twenari pawed at her eyes, knowing her life may depend on clearing them more quickly than her opponent. She spied a hazy shape before her, unrecognizable for a moment with its golden locks singed an ashen black. Tyche clawed at her own face, muscles tensed in pain. Twenari guessed the Ekektan was screaming. Only guessed though - all the girl could hear was an intense ringing.

.

A moment of silence followed in both rooms, the sort that felt painful to maintain, yet too awkward to break. However, Twenari hadn't gotten to where she was in life by listening to social cues. Swallowing, she screwed up her courage and stammered the question.

"Um, Djek, are you holding up ok?"

For a second, the Amaranthi's gap-toothed smile seemed frozen in place, shocked into a state of preservation while any happiness drained from his eyes.

"I, uh, I'm doing great. What are you talking about?" He chuckled unconvincingly. "You know me, heart of nails and all that."

Twenari didn't dignify that last part with any response more than a deadpan stare.

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And that's a wrap! Open tag because I'm tired :)