#while here its seven friends that all seem that just got to know each other there was literally no chemistry

[songtwo]

obviously hbo gossip girl had many flaws but one of them was having too many main characters with 0 chemistry and giving the least attention to max luna and monet aka the three most interesting ones and focusing instead on the boring ones . the actors not having the charm that characterized the original cast also was a huge factor of the show's cancellation

[storiesfromafan]

Traitor

A/N: its been a little while. Back with some more angst haha. This will be a 2 part, maybe even a 3 part 🙂

Pairing: Mattheo x Fem! Raventclaw Reader

Warnings: angst

Ooh-ooh-ooh

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

It’s funny how you can go from happily in a relationship one minute and then sour, almost bitter from the ending of it, the next. That is what happened to you. Blissfully happy with Mattheo Riddle during your fifth year. You had spent your Easter holidays at home, accompanying your father to a Ministry party. You had been at your father’s side to start before finding yourself sitting alone. Sometime later your father had returned to you with two  familiar Slytherin boys in tow, Draco Malfoy and Mattheo Riddle. Your father had business with Lucius Malfoy and had said you and the two males could keep each other company. It was a start to a budding friendship for the three of you. By the time you returned to Hogwarts you and Mattheo had a flirtatious thing going on. Soon it led to dating and by the end of May you were his girlfriend.

The rest of the year was learning about each other and learning how to function in a relationship. For the most of it, it was good. But slowly you started to see how possessive Mattheo could get, or his jealous tendencies. Though you learned it was due to his home life and up bringing. You talked it out with him as best you could, as he gave vague answers to your questions. You were satisfied with what you learnt. What would be red flags, were more pink after your talk. You didn’t push him more then needed, you didn’t want to cause him to shut off from you or end your relationship. So, fifth year ended with your relationship being solid, and happy.

After a decent summer holiday, the 1st of September returned and off to Hogwarts came around marking your sixth year. You returned with Mattheo at your side, hands locked together. Your relationship strong and seeming to only get stronger. Unfortunately, you didn’t foresee you’d make it to the New Year before Mattheo broke up with you. You asked him all the typically questions to why he was breaking up with you, and you got a typical answer from the brunet with the deepest brown eyes.

Brown guilty eyes and little white lies

Yeah, I played dumb but I always knew

That you'd talk to her, maybe did even worse

I kept quiet so I could keep you

You recall the 2nd of January; you were enjoying the afternoon sun in the courtyard when Mattheo approached you. You were all smiles when seeing him, greeting him before starting to talk about your upcoming classes in a few days. It wasn’t long before he cut you off, his tone harsh and a tad formal. It was unlike him to be like that. For the Mattheo you knew was considerate, patient and an attentive listener. This Mattheo was someone you didn’t know. Looking at him in confusion he took that as his cue to speak.

“Y/N, I have been thinking during Christmas break” he started looking down at his feet. “I have found the last almost seven months to have been a wonderful time together” he looked up at you with those deep brown eyes of his, they shone with guilt.

You felt a sudden cold sensation wash over you. “Theo, you’re…you’re not saying what I think your saying” you said shakily, scared eyes looking back at him.

He nodded his head once, “yes, it is Y/N”.

You felt sick with every word he said. You hadn’t even known there was a problem with your relationship. You thought you were both happy, and in love. But here he was, breaking up with you. And the first thing you thought of was her. The Slytherin girl named Anna Frost, blonde long locks, green eyes and petite form. Mattheo had over the last three months became close to the girl, his friend as he called her. But you always thought there was something there. Before telling yourself, you were just being silly, a little jealous.

“We have had so many amazing times together” a small sad smile forming on his lips before he went back to a blank expression. “But we’ve run our course Y/N/N. I hope we can still be friends”.

Friends. That was a slap to the face, adding salt to an exposed wound. How could he say that to you? It was like the Mattheo you knew was dead, and the person before you were an imposter. Or was this who he really was? Had he played you the whole time? No, he hadn’t. You had shared so many personal and private things together.

“I-I don’t understand” you sputtered, trying to wrap your head around it.

He sighed. “I had wanted to be as nice as possible about this” his tone cold. “Us, we are over. We are done”. And without waiting for your reply, Mattheo walked off. Leaving you alone, cold, mind reeling and uncomfortable with the eyes currently on you.

So, you gathered your belongings before rushing back to your Ravenclaw dorm room. Where you finally cried as it sunk in. Mattheo dumped you. Your whimsical romance was over. Your heart ripped out and stomped on by the Slytherin Devil himself.

And ain't it funny

How you ran to her

The second that we called it quits?

And ain't it funny

How you said you were friends?

Now it sure as hell don't look like it

Gossip in the few days after your breakup told you that as soon as Mattheo broke up with you, he was running off to his blonde Slytherin friend. They were seen hanging out together, along with Draco, Pansy Parkinson, Theodore Nott and Lorenzo Berkshire. All chatting and laughing away, like only ten minutes before, when he broke up with you, didn’t happen. He acted like nothing transpired, you hadn’t existed, or he’d been in a relationship with you. It hurt to hear that. The girls in your Ravenclaw dorm were there for you and told you before you heard it from anyone else.

But as your mind started to think everything over, you thought it funny how he ran off after breaking up with you to her. Now it sure as hell didn’t look like friends with them. Who goes from the girl they broke up with, to their female friend and act like their ex didn’t exist? The times you had thought you were being silly, and jealous, over the Slytherin girl were now not a laughing matter. His actions spoke loud and clear.

You betrayed me

And I know that you'll never feel sorry

For the way I hurt, yeah

You'd talk to her

When we were together

Loved you at your worst

But that didn't matter

It took you two weeks

To go off and date her

Guess you didn't cheat

But you're still a traitor

Betrayal. The best word to describe what Mattheo had done to you. You had been there for him, for the good times and the bad. But also, the worst moments, which usually involved his home life. He would get letters, which he never showed you and you respected his privacy, but they would leave him almost a shell of himself. So, you would be the one to drag him somewhere you both could be alone. You’d hold him and tell him all the great things about him. Slowly building him back up till he was almost himself again. He had been so grateful for those moments. And the way he’d repay you was giving you all his attention when he could or taking you to Hogsmeade and making those dates so special. Mattheo treated you like a Princess for all the kindness you gave him.

Finally processing what had happened, you were left feeling sour, bitter from how it ended. And those feelings only got worse as after two weeks Mattheo and Anna started dating. It was the hot gossip Monday morning, as they walked into the Great Hall together holding hands. That had been how you both had entered the hall every mealtime, before parting ways to sit at respected tables, though your eyes were always watching the other. Mattheo and Anna sat side by side at the Slytherin table, that was on display to you. As you unconsciously sat where you had always sat. You looked away from them as you picked at your food, occasionally eating. But every now and then you would look to them. Anna fussed over Mattheo and laughed at whatever was said. Or there was the time you looked, and they were talking with Draco and Pansy, he smiled softly at their conversation while Anna held onto Mattheo’s arm.

Now you bring her around

Just to shut me down

Show her off like she's a new trophy

And I know if you were true

There's no damn way that you

Could fall in love with somebody that quickly

With every encounter you had with the two; either shared classes, mealtimes, hallways, etc. Your mixed emotions grew. Seeing them together was a constant slap in the face. Such as Potions class. They were partners, Anna always making goo-goo eyes at Mattheo and doing anything to get close to him. It made you sick, you wanted to throw up. Thankfully your Potions partner and fellow Ravenclaw, Hugo Andrews, could see how it was effecting you. He was sweet, doing everything to distract you, getting you to focus on the potion Snape had you brewing.

But every now and then you would hear Anna’s stupid laugh. And you would wince, another hit to your crumbling resolve. When you would sneak a look, you would see Mattheo close to her, playing around and looking happy, almost in love. That was it. You turned away, focused on the potion and told yourself it was done.

Ain't it funny

All the twisted games

All the questions you used to avoid?

Ain't it funny?

Remember I brought her up

And you told me I was paranoid

Over time, as much as you pushed Mattheo from your mind, everything would resurface. Even more so when people would talk to you, either fishing for gossip or genuinely confused to what happened. And at random times you would go over everything in your head, trying to work out what happened.

But then one night, while laying awake in bed, you once again began to mull it all over. It was funny that over the three months of his new friendship you started out with subtle questions, before them getting more blunt. He would either tip toe around them, give short vague answers, or plain out tell you that you were over thinking it all. Yet part of you knew something hadn’t been right. And them getting together confirmed that.

You betrayed me

And I know that you'll never feel sorry

For the way I hurt, yeah

You'd talk to her

When we were together

Loved you at your worst

But that didn't matter

It took you two weeks

To go off and date her

Guess you didn't cheat

But you're still a traitor

God, I wish that you had thought this through

Before I went and fell in love with you

(Ah-ah-ah)

Saturday afternoon was a lazy one. You had taken to going for a walk, to clear your head and escape from the castle of gossip and your ex. The fresh air was nice, it was still cold but it was mid February. Which meant winter was almost over, and spring (your favourite season) was coming. Looking around the grounds, which still had some white covering it, green patches here and there. You couldn’t wait for the grass to be a vibrant green, and wild flowers to cover patches of the land.

You could already picture laying in the wild flowers, warm sun beaming down on you. You’d pick dandelions and blow the white sprouts from the stem, watching the wind carry off the seeds. But then you remembered how you would do that with Mattheo. How you would lounge together in the flowers, soaking up the sun. You would talk about school or random things while watching the sky. The sweet moments you both shared sent your heart aching.

The peace and quiet didn’t last, as you heard the faint crunch of snow under feet. Upon turning around you found the person you were just thinking about. You felt a rush of anger, how dare he walk where you usually went. How dare he have done many things to you, or to hurt you. Glaring at the approaching figure, you wanted him to know he was unwelcome. Hoping he would see your state, turn around & scurry off back to the dungeons of the castle, never to be seen again. But nope, you were wrong.

Mattheo had seen you leave the castle, he had watched you leave the front doors of the school, walk around the side of the building, past the turn off for the Quidditch area and down the familiar path you’d both taken. He knew you wanted to be alone, but he had to talk to you. Yes, he wasn’t stupid, he’d seen your reaction to everything that had been going on since your break up. He had even heard the gossip students were saying, majority of it being all lies. Part of him felt bad, responsible for your state.

The glare on your face told him he wasn’t welcome, but he wouldn’t back down. Sporting a blank face, Mattheo stared at you. “Y/N” he said with a nod of his head. “How are you?”

That was it. Hearing those words pass Mattheo Riddles lips opened up the floodgate of your emotions and thoughts. He would regret those words after you’re done with him. Your nostrils flared as you took in a sharp breath.

“You want to know how I am?” You asked a little too calmly, to which he nodded his head. “Well I don’t know. Maybe I am upset, maybe I am angry. Maybe I am confused. Or maybe I am all that and more Riddle” you spat out his surname.

Mattheo’s eyes widened. He hadn’t thought you would be like this. He thought you would say you were sad and angry, you’d both talk it out and you’d both move on. He didn’t expect you would be furious, possibly wanting his blood. As the saying goes: Hell hath no furry like a woman scorned.

When she's sleeping in the bed we made

Don't you dare forget about the way

“Do you expect me to be fine? Happy for your new relationship?” You asked, spitting out the word relationship. “Do you expect me to act like the time we were together meant nothing? Like it never happened? I can’t, because it meant something to me...”

Mattheo moved from foot to foot, his calm and uncaring image starting to slip. “Y/N, I’m sorry you feel like this” he started, and you scoffed rolling your eyes. “I genuinely didn’t know you were taking it this hard-“

“Seriously!? Everyone with functioning eyes can see how I have been” you cut him off. “Oh I’m sorry, I forgot if it doesn’t involve you, it wasn’t important”.

His eyes darker and focused on you. “No, that is not true”.

“Huh, it is. Its always about you. After all you got to know your knew girlfriend before ending it with me, and jumped into a relationship with her not long after we ended. Hence why it’s all about you, or else you’d have considered me and my feelings before doing what you did”.

Mattheo was silent for a moment, trying to keep calm. “I did think about you...I ended it because we ran our course. I didn’t want to string you along”.

You laughed bitterly. “Sure, tell yourself what you have to Riddle. You betrayed me. 'Cause I know that you'll never feel sorry, for the way I hurt, yeah?” it was a rhetorical question. “You'd talk to her, when we were together. You gave me your word, but that didn't matter”.

“That’s not fair” Mattheo argued, but you weren’t having it.

“It took you two weeks, to go off and date her. Guess you didn't cheat. But you're still... you're still a traitor” you said it all in a rush, letting everything you’d been holding back out. “Yeah, you're still a traitor!”

Getting the words and feelings out released a weight you’d been carrying around. He needed to see how hurt you were, how furious you were, how frantic you were. Mattheo needed to know he had broken you, but now you were going to build yourself back up. You were done with him, done with how you felt.

Mattheo stood there like a deer in headlights. He hadn’t expected you to say what you said, or really unload all you had. Nor did he blame you. He deserved what he got. He figured you would be hurt but not to this extent. Mattheo Riddle had hurt you deeply, and now you were done with him for good. And he didn’t like that. If only he hadn’t had to do what he did. If only it could have been different.

Ooh-ooh-ooh

Seeing as he wasn’t going to say anything you decided it was time to leave. Turning from the boy before you, you didn’t bother to look at him. Or else you’d have seen the hurt in his eyes, along with unshed tears. Or how his shoulders slumped, or how weak he was right then.

After taking a few steps you stopped, but not looking back you said; “God, I wish that you had thought this through...before I went and fell in love with you”.

With those final words, the final goodbye, you left Mattheo alone. He watched your retreating form, with each step his heart cracking. And then when you were gone from sight, his heart shattered. For he had not wanted to break up with you, he didn’t want to jump into a relationship with Anna, he didn’t want to hurt you, and he didn’t want you to walk away from him for good.

“I wish I didn’t have to do this to you Y/N/N...” Mattheo said softly to the silence around him. “But if I didn’t, he would have hurt you. And I couldn’t do that, I couldn’t let you get hurt”. The tears in his eyes slowly fell. “It hurts to have you hate me...but if it saves you from my father, I will carry this pain...”

A/N: hope you enjoyed. & part 2 will be up soon 🙂

[mingsolo]

Different Kind of Fire

yunho x mingi x reader (afab) / genre: smut, divination au, best friends to lovers? / warnings: slight mxm, oral (m receiving), handjob, cursing, swallowing / wc: 2k, r: 18+

after san told them about his encounter, yunho drags mingi on to search what this special divination is all about

another collab done! blow your mind dickvination! collab third installment. this time is yungi time, hope you enjoy! don´t forget to read flurry´s ephemeral with san, dae/doom´s woosang better than predicted and be on the lookout for a couple more from @flurrys-creativity and @sanjoongie ✸

(thankyou to @daemour for sharing the pic for the banner kek)

A little past seven. The sun almost entirely set behind the mountains, letting an orange-pink hue drawn in the horizon. The air was sweet and spicy— a mix of candy and roasted marshmallow.  Mingi was focused on the noise his feet made as he stepped on yellowish leaves, until he hit the back of his friend, after this one suddenly stopped,  causing him to bump against him.

“There it is.” Yunho said.

Yunho had said he wasn’t buying San’s story, in his own words, San “had reached rock bottom”  and that “he just had met a charlatan as horny as him”. But curiosity killed the cat, and here they were. ‘Small caravan at the end of the field’ looks cozy,” he chuckled, already starting walking towards the fairy lights illuminating the entrance.

“This is stupid,” Mingi groaned, undertones of embarrassment in his voice. “We should go back” 

“You can go, but i’ll check it out, I want to know why San thought we would believe in this,” the taller one said. Mingi rolled his eyes, but still followed him until the entrance of the caravan. 

As they took the small steps in, they passed through the thin veil covering the inside, finding a sea of pillows, lit candles and various mystic looking items scattered around. It seemed a mess, but oddly an organized one that made sense.

“She’s not here?” Mingi said over Yunho’s shoulder as the taller one entered further into the room. 

“At least it smells good,” Yunho smiled, taking the ouija board and checking it out, and tapping on the glass on the crystal ball on the round table at the center. 

“Careful dear, that’s fragile” 

Your voice started both tall men, who stopped their movements at the same time, staring at you. 

“Oh we didn’t see you— are you the fortune teller?,” 

“Fortune, Misfortune. It depends.” you said softly, walking around the table, getting closer to them. Yunho stayed put but Mingi backed up two small steps, shielding himself behind his friend. 

“We have a friend, he came last week,”’ Mingi continued, gaining confidence. You removed your hood letting your hair fall into your shoulders, as you took a seat in front of the round table. Mingi opened his mouth but said nothing. Yunho looked at you cautiously but interested.

“He recommended your readings,” Yunho said with a smirk, looking you straight in the eyes, and sitting in front of you. Mingi followed, sitting beside him, grabbing a pillow and placing it over his lap. “He was very pleased when he got home after seeing you”

“This friend told you about my special reading I assume,” you took two cups of your finest porcelain from your already set up silver trail, serving the tea you just finished brewing on each of them. As you poured the hot liquid into the cups, both men followed your movements attentively. When you finished, offering them one each, the skeptical one spoke. 

“Can we skip the tea, the palms— and the cards? We would like to try the special service” 

“Everything in its time”, you smiled gently, encouraging them with a soft movement of your hand to drink. They looked at each other, but took the cup and started drinking. Yunho finished quickly, while Mingi was looking through it with each sip trying to make up something at the bottom. 

“So you are a curious one,” You smiled at Mingi, taking his cup while brushing your long fingers over his, making him blush. “Past, present or future?” you inquire him, his sparkly eyes shining with anticipation. 

“Present” He whispered, his low voice barely in a whisper. Yunho finished his cup, and after a quick glance to the bottom, left it for you to check up next. 

“I see you are out of your comfort zone, you are worried and afraid to let someone close to you down by confessing your feelings” Mingi leaned forward, you continued. “You wish to be with this person but are also afraid to ruin things out, so you wait”

“Ooh” Mingi’s eyes got cloudy, and you could see he unconsciously glanced over at Yunho, who was focused looking for something in the cup again. “Uhm, and what else? What should I do?” 

“Stop waiting. Tell them how you feel, before it is too late.” Mingi looked confused, a hint of sadness in his eyes after your words.

“What about you, dear?— past, present or future?” you said, looking over at Yunho.

“Future.” 

You smiled softly, already anticipating what the leaves would tell you. “Very well, let’s see,” You took the cup and examined the leaves carefully, a long line of dots resembling a chain. “I see an important confrontation will happen soon, you had been avoiding it, but it will eventually find its time” Yunho smirked, avoiding Mingi’s eyes who glanced at him. 

“I can see both your readings are connected, there’s no coincidences in life, all that happens comes with intention,” you took the tea cups and placed them back on the tray. “There’s a reason why you came together” 

Yunho got a little tense by how much he was avoiding looking at his friend, but shook it off. “Anyways, can we try the special thing?” he said with a snarky tone. “Mingi, would you go first?” 

Mingi mumbled a few Uh’s before you stood up from your seat and got closer to him. “Yes sweet, are you ready?” your gentle tone made Mingi feel tingles on his stomach and he nodded, getting comfortable with some pillows around him, suddenly eager to begin. 

“Can I?” you asked Mingi as you put your hand over his belt, starting to remove it as he nodded yes softly. Once the belt was off, you brushed the fabric of the jeans close to his waist, gently asking for help to pull them down. Mingi helped you clumsily, until they were down to his knees, and you placed yourself even closer to do the same with his boxers when you heard Yunho’s voice, more to himself than anyone else.

“Wait, is this for real?” He had moved to the seat you had before, and now had a full view of what you were about to do to Mingi. His eyes were now sparkly, not dim like before and he had genuine curiosity in his expression. “You are going to… suck him off?” 

“You said you wanted special reading, this is how it is done, it’ll be your turn soon” you smiled softly, turning back to gentle caress Yunho’s cheek, feeling his warm skin. “Now let’s start on you, sweet one,” you placed your hand on Mingi’s briefs and pulled them down, looking at his cock attentively, softly stroking him with both hands as you looked at it..

Almost instantly, Mingi started to softly moan, you were barely touching him and he was getting hard already. His cock was big, and thick, and you started pumping him out with a little more pace. “I see you are struggling to settle right now, but don’t worry sweet, you’ll find your place eventually” Mingi whispered a soft Mmmh and you continued. “I see this bond with a special group of friends will last forever, until the very last remains”. 

“Yeah? T-that is great,” Mingi closed his eyes, opening them suddenly when he felt your lips over his shaft, leaving sweet pecks on it. 

“I can’t find a taste, are you worried about something, perhaps this friend I mentioned?” You looked at him in the eyes before dragging your tongue flat against his cock, making him moan loudly. 

“C-could be… I’m confused by him” 

You continued flickering your tongue over his cock, very hard and ready for you. Again, like it happened with the one that came before them, you were so tempted to actually start fucking him, but you still have work to do. “I think, you will come to some answers to these worries, very soon” 

You finally took his entire length, sucking him off rapidly, and God he was loud. Mingi’s whimpers with his low voice were so heavenly, he threw his head back and could see actual stars, not only the ones hanging from your ceiling. 

You could feel the tension on the one behind you, Yunho watching it all. He had spread his legs, palms on the floor as he let his already hardened cock open from when you would start working on him. His eyes went back to your mouth on Mingi’s pretty cock, and then on his friend's expression. 

“Fuck,’ he muttered a few times, feeling like he should be the one erning those pretty noises out of him, but he was just so scared of actually saying it. He also wanted to be sucked off by you, so that was two urgent needs he wanted to fulfill right now. His vision was clouded, the sounds Mingi was making were driving him mad. 

“I want to…” Yunho said softly, and only you could hear him, paying attention to the change of energy radiating from him. He was in need to be taken care of, to be held and ease his cloudy mind. “Can I?” 

You softly licked Mingi’s length after taking it out from your mouth. He whined loudly, but the sparks in his eyes shone ever brighter when he saw Yunho already removing his pants and briefs. 

“Yunho?” he whispered. Incorporating a little on his seat, cock sprung over his stomach. He unconsciously grabbed his own dick ready to pump himself up at the sight he was about to witness. 

“So he is the sweet, and you are the eager one” You smiled, getting closer to him licking the corners of your mouth from Mingi’s taste, ready to try another. “You two make a lovely pair” 

“Uh,” Yunho was about to argue something when you grabbed his length, caressing the tip with your thumb. “I see, you will come with great wealth someday, actually soon” You turned over your shoulder seeing how Mingi’s eyes followed every movement of your hand, when you looked at Yunho again, you saw him looking straight into his friend’s. 

You smiled, genuine interest in how these two would be after this, so you tried to make Yunho’s cock reveal you something. You grabbed Yunho’s balls and then placed your hand around his thickness so you could feel the veins as you felt him. Precum already showed from his tip, he made little muffled noises as you jerked him off. He was quieter as if letting Mingi shine with his loud cries and moaning, he was also working on himself watching you and Yunho. You licked Yunho’s tip, tasting his precum, finding it sweet. “Lots of lovers have passed by you, but you can’t commit?”

“I-i..” Yunho moaned for the first time, and it was glorious. Soft and airy, he grabbed your head as you took him all in your mouth, swirling your tongue on all you could reach. “Oh fuck…” He throws his head off, softly massaging your head as his hips thrusted into your mouth. 

For a few seconds you were lost in the pleasure of savoring him when someone tapped on your shoulder. When you opened your eyes, you could see Mingi had gotten closer to you, his cock facing you. “Please,” he asked with pleading eyes, still pumping himself off. 

You left Yunho’s cock with a loud pop and began stroking him instead. Both men placed himself in front of you waiting to be pleased. You took both in each of your hands and started pumping with a sloppy pace. Your own vision is blurry. You thanked yourself for not wearing underwear today, you rarely did, but today it would definitely have ended up ruined. 

You couldn’t resist and took Yunho again in your mouth, salivating at the sight of the two in front of you. Yunho’s quiet moans were making you insane, but you also needed Mingi’s hitting your throat, so you moved back to him taking him all in at one go, making him groan loudly, which made Yunho groan too. 

As you sucked Mingi off, you could see them get closer until they were finally kissing as you took them both the best you could. You could feel yourself drenching at this point, it would be possible you could come too just be looking at them make out with each of their cocks in your mouth. 

“Fuck I’m close,” Yunho whispered over Mingi’s lips. 

“My sweet, let me taste it, you are so close” you said to Mingi who was almost there too. Mingi looked at you and bit his lip, grabbing your head and making you take all of him. He was running out of breath as the back of his cock hit your throat with each trust. Finally he came, his cum  filling up your mouth which you gladly swallowed until the last drop. “Interesting, thick” once you swallowed you kissed his tip that was already softening. Immediately, Yunho’s large hand made you face him. 

“My turn” he smiled cockily, and you happily obliged. You started slow but increased your pace quickly knowing there was not much for him to come too. As you worked on him he grabbed the back of your head, keeping you in place. He needed release and he needed it now. “Yeah, like this” he started getting louder with each groan, and when you looked up to see his face as he came, you could see him locking eyes with Mingi, and it was the hottest thing you had the pleasure to witness in one of your special readings. 

As they looked each other in the eyes, you closed yours, savoring Yunho’s cum right after Mingi’s. 

You relaxed in your seat, your knees a little sore from the position, but knowing it was all worth it. Both men were phanting now, foreheads pressed against each other. And they smiled at each other.

“Fuck, that was so good.” Mingi laughed shyly, he turned to see you to check if you were alright, while he pulled his pants and fixed his belt. Yunho did the same, also looking at you for confirmation that you were fine. You nodded and he offered you a hand for you to stand up. 

After a few moments for you to breathe normally again. You took both of their hands. “You see how you two are bound together,” you turned to Mingi and whispered in his ear. “Speak your needs sweet, life has great things waiting for you,” Mingi’s eyes sparkled and he blushed intensely. He took your hand and kissed it softly. You turned to look at Yunho. “A risk free life, can’t be worth living”. You cupped his cheek and he smiled at your touch. 

After both had come off from their high, you saw them walk away from your caravan together, a warm sensation enveloped you, the feeling of the wonderful times ahead of them.

@mingsolo please don´t repost/translate to other sites.

[kawaiibarty]

uhh the dartagan thingy🙏🙏🙏

rosekiller or bartylus, or just any barty ship

bartylus headcanons:

started off as a fwb thing. regulus wanted to explore his sexual identity with someone he trusted and barty... barty is a horndog okay?

i really like the idea of one sided bartylus but i can never decide on whose part the infatuation is.

if it were regulus he would love in silence. he wouldn't say anything because he'd want to protect their friendship and the situation would end as quietly as it started. he didn't want to lose someone he loved so dearly for something as mediocre and fleeting as an emotion. he could end up dying alone but if barty was happy than so was he. regulus would die for barty

if it were barty he would love with rage and passion. he'd do anything for regulus to notice him, and maybe regulus did but it seemed he'd never acknowledged it. he loved potter more anyway, right? he'd make sure he was the one who would be there for regulus and he didn't care how much it affected any of regulus's other relationships, he needed regulus to know that he was the only one who could love him the way that he did. regulus could try and distance himself all that he wanted but barty would always find a way to see him just one last time. barty would kill for regulus

rosekiller headcanons:

bonded over their desire to murder their parents. while regulus was an apologist and tried not to badmouth his parents (this was when he was still too young to recognise the abuse for what it was) barty and evan found comfort in the knowledge that they weren't the only children in the world who had a shitty life.

barty learned resilience from evan and evan learned patience from barty

i believe your best traits are ones shared in bonding with people who help you love yourself, and they helped each other realise that loving yourself, and other people, is possible (even if its in their own fucked up, non-conservative way)

their romance was gradual and took years for them to come to terms with. the problem with being born into conservative families is that you find it difficult to realise the feelings that you have are not evil.

barty was the first person (that wasn't pandora) to tell evan that he was proud of him for his achievements

evan was the first person to tell barty that he was loved since his mother had passed.

they fought for each other.

bartylily:

an unassuming relationship borne out of boredom and shared knowledge of medieval diseases.

they dated briefly, less than 3 months but they were the It Couple.

lily showed off her hot boyfriend at every chance that she got just to rub it in james's face that she COULD and WOULD date WHOEVER she wanted WHENEVER she wanted. barty was just basking in the attention and reveling in the hot and angry stares from sirius and james. especially james. because james is hot. no. he's not. he's a stinky gryffindor (lily is the only non-stinky gryffindor)

they were fifteen and incredibly stupid

do i hear pregnancy scare?????

no real romance. just for shits and giggles

pulled the most insane pranks and the marauders got jealous real quickly.

broke up via fake argument through howlers sent over the span of 2 weeks because they were bored.

remained good friends, surprising everyone.

deathstar/bitchkiller whatever you wanna call it:

midnight hookup after a gryffindor party where everyone got sloshed out of their minds. really not much to say here but the gossip

oh the

TEA

for weeks after that. they definitely fake dated for at least a week or three 👀 for the gossip okay??? those two love being in the limelight.

sexy estranged washout x sexy estranged washout ???? the TEA

sunkiller:

some more hookups????

my sideysenses are tingling and they're telling me they hatefucked at least seven times

they could never last in a relationship, let's be so fr. they're too alike

they're too different

they're too sexy for each other

oh and they both like regulus

they hatefucked because they both liked regulus

other than that, chill vibes ig. they did zaza together maybe twice. they apologised profusely then.

that's about it. like and subscribe for me i mean more.

[garciaasfluffypen]

bright beginnings pt 2.

its what brings you closer to those around you, you know? the chaos of everything, the timing... it’s never perfect, but the universe knows what it’s doing, and i’m so glad the universe led me here.  

pairing: single dad!joseph quinn x fem!reader  wc:  1.7k warnings: this is literally pure fluff, probably one of the more fluffier things i’ve written in a while (: 

part one • part three 

oh no. he’s hot. 

that had been your only thought for approximately the last ten minutes as you sat with some of the kids during snack time, trying your best to not think about the fact that your boss was hot and you only wanted to do things that were not professional with him. you’d most definitely have to talk to your cousin about it later. pushing those thoughts to the back of your mind, you put your attention back on the kids and made sure to give all your time to them, stopping for the day when the last kid -minus thomas, now that you knew his dad was the boss- left for the day. thomas was chilling with you at the front desk when mr. qui- joe walked out, a bit more unruly than he looked earlier that afternoon. thomas automatically perked up in your arms as he saw his dad, reaching out excitedly and babbling as he got closer.

“how was he today?”

“a perfect angel. his temperature has been normal all day, and he played amazingly with leah and stanley in the ballpit earlier.” donna smiled. “quite a brilliant boy, this one.”

“oh, i’m glad to hear. you were a good boy today, huh tommy?”

your heart absolutely swelled as you watched joe lightly scratch thomas’ chest.

“can i ask how riley is doing?”

“she’s been asleep for a few hours now, i actually was going to ask if i could borrow the thermometer so i could check her temperature again.”

“no, of course, be my guest.” you reached around the desk to grab the thermometer. “we also have-”

“tylenol, yes, i ordered it the other day.” joe smirked. “which reminds me, if you lot ever need anything please don't hesitate to come ask me about it. my office is just down the hall.”

“wait wait wait. you’re our new boss?”

“the one and only.” joe chuckled. “as i was telling y/n earlier, i had planned to introduce myself but i got the daycare in the midst of a divorce. so i’ve been holed up in my office dealing with paperwork and stuff for that.” he sighed as thomas patted his face. “but, i should have filed the last of it as of ten minutes ago, so hopefully i’ll be able to be more involved.”

lucille cleared her throat. “can i ask how you got the daycare?”

“yeah, so john, the previous owner, he’s a good family friend of my ex. when julia and i started dating, i had just applied to work here as the front desk guy, and soon as he found out i was dating julia it was an automatic hire. ‘any friend of julia is a friend of mine!’ he would say. anyway, after he announced his plans to retire i was one of the first people he reached out to to ask if i could take over.”

oh, so her name was julia. not that it mattered.

“has he found out?”

“about the divorce? by now, probably.” he shrugged. “it’s no big deal though, he left me with a great staff.”

“well i’m glad to hear you think we’re amazing.” donna smiled. “but i have to start heading out for the night, my pup is at daycare herself and the owners close shop at seven thirty.”

“ah yes, don’t let us keep you!” joe seemed to turn back into parent mode within seconds. “i’ll just take thomas back to the office where riley is, and let you guys close up. don’t worry about locking up when you leave, i’ll leave after you guys.”

with that, you all split up into your typical closing positions for the night, each of you cleaning a certain section of the daycare. john had it set up that way so it was time effective, rather than having everyone clean the same area. it always went faster when multiple people were cleaning as well. everything was properly sanitized and put away by seven fifteen, leaving you and the girls in the lobby gathering your things.

“do you want to head out for a drink?” lucille looked between you and lauren.

“i would, but i promised my aunt i’d be home for dinner.” you smiled. “and i have a few chores and stuff i need to do.”

“you wanna raincheck? what about friday instead?”

“i think that might be best, then we can invite donna and the other girls as well.”

seeing as the daycare had a pretty small staff, with four in the morning and four in the afternoons, you became pretty close with everyone quickly. you weren’t quite sure how the daycare actually made it's money, considering how small it was, but it was up and running and that’s all that seemed to matter to joe. yes, there were some small repairs that needed to be done, but none that someone who had a good handiness skill couldn’t fix so they didn’t have to call anyone in. and besides, the staff needed to focus on the kids and their well beings, not the silly little problems the old london building had.

you said goodbye to the girls and ran off to the bathroom real fast, which happened to be across the hall from joe’s office. you did your business as quick as you possibly could, hoping to make it out before him so you didn’t get locked in the center. it wouldn’t be the end of the world, but you did want to get home so you could talk to your cousin right away. it was one of the plus sides to living with your aunt, seeing as you could walk right across the hall to your cousin and spill all the tea in the world instead of waiting for a socially acceptable time to call her. you and your cousin have been best friends since you could walk, and did your best to stay in touch when you and your parents moved to america back when you were two. you turned twenty one and decided on a whim to pack up all your stuff and move back to london, where your aunt welcomed you in with open arms. as much as you loved living in america, it was such a shit show and the healthcare was horrible. your heart was in london, tucked away in the little flat your aunt and cousin lived in. while you still kept in touch with your parents, it was hard to only see them in person every few months, but you were saving up to surprise them over the summer and spend two weeks with them. they had recently moved to new orleans for your dads work, and you had been dying to explore there since you were a kid. it was only fair that you do that exploring with your parents by your side.

you were jostled out of your thoughts when you walked out of the bathroom to see joe struggling to carry not only the twins, but a folder of papers and the diaper bag. he locked eyes with you and visibly relaxed, glad to see someone was still here.

“y/n, a lovely-”

“do you-” you cut yourself off. “sorry, you first.”

joe chuckled. “i’m not saying anything until you go first.”

“then we’ll be here a while.” you joked effortlessly. “or until one of them wakes up.”

“they sleep through the night, so we will indeed be here for a while.”

there was a small moment of silence. “do you want some help? i was just about to head out.”

“if you wouldn’t mind, that would be fantastic.”

joe maneuvered himself so you could grab the diaper bag, as well as the folder he was holding. he re adjusted the twins in his arms, both of them having fallen asleep on a shoulder. the two of you walked into the front lobby, shutting off the lights as you went. as you held the door open for him, you couldn’t help but tell how tired he looked, and a pang of sadness flew through your body. you couldn’t begin to imagine how much he had been through in the past few months, with getting full ownership of the daycare plus the divorce on top of having twins. you watched as he expertly locked up shop with the two kids in his arms, his head tilting you in the direction of the car park he usually parked in. the walk was pretty quick, and you found yourself helping him get the twins into the car within a few minutes of leaving the center.

“thank you for your help, y/n, i don’t know how i would have been able to do that myself.”

“it’s no problem-”

joe let out a dramatic groan. “oh not you too. i absolutely hate it when people say that.”

“well it really isn’t-”

“ah ah. nope. don’t say it. i will kick your ass if you do.”

“i’d like to see you try, mr. i wear designer suits to work.” you smirked. “you probably couldn’t even catch up to me, i had the fastest mile in high school.”

a chuckle. “you’re feisty, no wonder john liked you.”

“my parents didn’t call me a spitfire for nothing.” you shrugged.

joe smiled. “it most definitely suits you.”

“well, if you don’t need anything else i best be going, my aunt’s going to wonder where i am.”

“yes, of course, i probably should get these two home in bed as well. have a good night, y/n.”

“you too.” you made it approximately five steps before you turned around to face him, walking backwards as you talked. “the girls and i are going out for drinks on friday if you’d like to join.” you paused for a split second. “if you can find a sitter, i mean. don’t feel like you have to either i-”

“i’d love to. text me the deets?”

“i don’t have your number. and never say deets again, for the sake of everyone's sanity.”

“i’ll have a sticky note in your cubicle in the morning. get some rest!”

“you too! see you tomorrow.”

as you walked away, it hit you. oh my god, was he flirting with me?

[1moremilgram-enjoyer]

Hey, this is a post that got buried in our account at some point, but I'm very curious about what you think about the German aspects of Shidou's medical history!

(Sorry for being the third Shidou person lol)

-Venus

Wow you're all gonna drag me kicking and screaming into liking Shidou huh? He's already going up in the rankings lol.

Anyways, I'm gonna be honest, as cool a find as it is, I have zero idea what the deal with the German is. Shidou very clearly worked in a Japanese hospital, as seen in Throw Down.

Notice the green signs in the background are written in... well I assume it's Japanese it's gonna be real awkward if that's some other language lol. They’re not the only ones btw, they’re just the clearest.

So it's unlikely he was doing his work in Germany unless he moved his wife's body there after her accident or something, but as much as Shidou's sotryline plays fast and loose with the science of it all, I highly doubt that would work in the slightest.

Now, after some research, turns out Japanese medicine does take some words from German, though it’s most commonly used by older generations and for obstetric (related to pregnancy I think) and gynecologic practice, which isn’t quite what we’re dealing with here. We’re listing completely unrelated organs.

German used to be frequently employed in Japanese obstetric and gynecologic (OBGYN) practice; however, it is now less frequently used. Source.

There are a few other words of German origin, which you can find listed here (CW for a few potentially uncomfortable words, especially related to WWII and medicine). You’ll see there’s quite a few medical terms there, but none of them match what’s on the tag. At least it explains why Shidou knows German in the first place, which is honestly a really cool detail!

I also thought about maybe his wife being German, but I don't think that works either. As stated in an interrogation question (T2 Q17), Shidou and his wife began dating in middle school, and they were family friends (T2 Q16) so it's likely their parents knew each other before they were born, and thus were likely in the same country. The only option I see is both of them being born in Germany, then moving to Japan, but they can't have spent much time there otherwise Shidou should have a higher level than "conversation level" German (T2 Q4). Are their parents German then? What- Why would we need to know this?

Other than that, yeah I’m struggling a bit on this one. Was he writing in German to hide what he was doing from the doctors who didn’t speak German? That’s too silly though. I think the best answer is what was brought up in the rb you linked, that it’s just meant to lead us into thinking of that scandal in Germany so as to get a better idea of what Shidou was doing. That or just Shidou flexing that Japanese-German medicine connection.

Apart from that, regarding some of the other things from the thread you linked. I think the tags being triage tags could certainly work! Especially the things from, well, Triage, since they seem to have a slightly different design, though that could be me going insane. It certainly makes more sense with the “cards of promise” thing, since triage tags carry a more concrete promise than… morgue tags? (don’t know what they’re called).

And the 007 in the back of the tags, I’m not sure if it actually has any medical meaning, but it could have a symbolic meaning.

The number seven has also ingrained itself into both the celebration of life and the mourning of death in Japan. After a baby is born its birth is celebrated on its seventh day of life, conversely after someone's death there is seven days of mourning, then they are mourned once again seven weeks after the death. Source.

So it could represent mourning for the people Shidou has killed, while also representing the hope for his wife’s rebirth. Something like that, maybe.

Or maybe prisoner 007 Kazui was the one who caused the accident /j

Anyways, hope that was good enough! Thanks for the ask, take care!

[tolerablebadger]

Darling

Summary - Jon Snow had been forced by his buddies before his wall days to hire a Prostitute, and you had been a slave, forced to be sell your body. Jon doesn’t want sex, until after you consent.

TW - Soft sex, Forced Prostitution, Jon Snow x Fem!Reader,

‘come on just this one time Jon’ ‘you never have fun with us’ His friends taunted him for keeping himself clean, until the right lady has come around. ‘yeah, or maybe i’m just waiting’

‘That’s what you say all the time’ ‘no worries people, i just got him one of the ladys out back’ ‘arthur i never asked you for that’ ‘well that’s too bad because you are going into that room, and you are fucking whatever whore lays there’

He rolls his eyes internally, being exhausted with his friends antics. They drag him over to a room imside the bar his was also dragged to.

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‘wheres that whore at we’ve got another order’ ‘in the restroom, sir’ ‘well what are you standing around for? go fucking get her!’

the waiter runs quickly to your room where you sat on the edge of your bed. He knocked twice, asking if you were ready.

‘Yes’ A few minutes later, A man with long dark hair walks in, looking nervous and sitting, with his back to your front. You put your hands on him, seducing him, like you were taught when your village had sold you to a simple tavern for gold.

You had short, Ginger hair, brown eyes, and freckles all over your face. You were the most beautiful in your village, often shamed by your mother because she was jealous of your features, being the one to suggest to sell you along with other male slaves.

He seems on edge, his hands on his knees, moving up and down quickly. ‘I don’t want sex’ He blurts out. ‘Then what do you want? A Story?’ you chuckle while attempting to removed his clothes.

‘My friends they- they never listen, we can just stay here in silence, they wouldn’t know the difference.’ you were surprised, but nevertheless you followed his wishes, backing up to sit next to him.

“You know i’ve never come across a man who walked into a whores tavern for anything other than a good fuck’ ‘maybe tonights your lucky night’ he said, funny enough to make you laugh and lay your head on his shoulder.

‘whats your name?’ you ask him trying to make conversation. ‘Jon’ ‘whats yours?’ ‘Boss wouldn’t like that, Telling my name to customers.’ ‘its y/n’ you say anyway, warming uo to this cute stranger you had just met.

He smiles, asking you where your from. ‘The Vale’ ‘Funny, i knew thought anyone this intriguing could come from there’ ‘oh shut up’

~~~

He had to leave, seeing as his time with you was up. ‘i hope to see you again, y/n You smile at him and watch as he exits and your shift ends.

it went on like that, both of you conversing, fooling everyone outside to think that you were actually having sex.

~~~ On a random Monday, you didn’t expect any requests, seeing as barely anyone was out on a Monday, especially when it’s this cold.

But you were told you had a request, and you knew who it was. The dark haired man enters and looks excited to see you.

‘hello again, Jon’ ‘didn’t quite get your last name the last time we conversed’ ‘it’s snow.’ ‘Not stark?’ ‘no, unfortunately, i’m his bastard’ he sits besides you and lies on the bed, backside down, with his hands on his chest.

‘surprised?’ ‘no, just, caught me off guard’ ‘thought everyone knew’ ‘i don’t get out a lot, if you can believe that.’ ‘no lover neither’ you say as you lie besides him, your hand on his chest. ‘of course i can, saving yourself for me darling?’ ‘don’t get too full of yourself. let’s just say i have a… contract with the tavern’

‘mmm’ he smiles turning his head to yours. ‘not like you would want to court a bastard anyway.’ ‘I’m sure any lady in all the seven kingdoms would want to lie with you, Jon Snow’ ‘you just haven’t found the right maiden yet, i’m sure.’

‘you flatter me, y/n’ you’re both facing each other now, cuddled together like a couple, inches away from each other.

You come in closer, to kiss him on the lips. He doesn’t kiss back, so you pull away looking at him with eyes that clearly say, was that okay?

He kisses you back, holding your waist, you too now deathly close to each other. Your hands are in his hair, tugging at it, - you know he likes it cus he’s smiling against your lips -

You get on top of him, holding his shoulders, and pushing him up against

the bed frame, grinding on him.

He groans in your mouth, and pulls away. ‘I love you, y/n’ ‘i love you too Jon’ He keeps kissing you, going to your neck then coming in between your breasts, leaving a trail of hickeys.

You pull off his pants, revealing a full, 8 inches of his manhood. He takes initiative, pulling yiur oanties to the side, sliding his cock in.

He groans against the crook of your neck, thrusting slowly and lovingly while letting out small whimpers in your ear.

You tug on his hair a bit, when he puts you in missionary, turning your head to look at him. ‘Look at me darling’ he says, going faster and harder than before

you clench around his member, earning a - very - vocal moan from him. ‘Please jon’ you beg as he brings his finger down to your clit. Your now facing each other, looking in his eyes, with lust and passion.

He kisses you bringing his spare hand up to you face, kissing you with passion, and love. You come around his manhood, shouting his name so loud he had to cover your mouth with the hand that was once on your clit, him still going until he finds his release.

He brungs his head to your neck, leaving hickeys again for others to see on you, claiming you and his.

‘you feel so good darling’ He keeps going like that, whispering dirty words in your ear, until both of you had come at least 3 times.

you were convinced the tavern manager had forgotten about you both since he went for about three rounds, lasting two hours, way past your usual time limit.

He pulls out after the last round, taking in your leaking hole, filled with his seed. ‘One more, darling’ ‘can you do one for me? hmm?’

You nod, already having your clit sensitive and your hole wrecked from the last rounds. He brings his head down to your pussy, and starts off teasing, kissing around your clit, and finally diving in, making you grab him by his hair and push his head down.

You feel him Groan, sending vibrations all over your body, as you come for the fourth time that day, on his mouth. ‘JON!~’ You shout, shaking and crying from all the overstimulation that night.

‘that’s my girl.’ he says feeling you come on his tongue and lapping it all up. He comes up to kiss you, you tasting both of your fluids on your mouth.

He puts your clothes on for you, like the gentleman he is, and takes you out of the tavern permanently, like he said he would

when he first heard you were sold to the place.

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[nuriaredgrave]

Prompt #22: Fulsome

Dane's nameday was just around the corner and with only a few days to spare, Nuria was in a rush to find a gift. He'd gone up and down the markets of nearly every city for the past week and so far found nothing that felt right for her. However, here in Mor Dhona, it seemed he finally found the perfect thing.

An elaborate stall sat before Nuria, decorated with all manner of seafaring knicknacks and trinkets. Fishing nets, seashells, the works. Behind the counter was an old fisherman, hunched over on a stool with a toothy grin. He gestured to the curious Dragoon, "Come have a look lad, may have somethin' here that suits yer fancy!" The man looked about as old as the sea itself, so Nuria figured he must know what he's on about.

The fisherman took his time painstakingly showing Nuria every item he had on offer and explaining what each one was for. Truthfully, most of it went in one ear and out the other, but nonetheless Nuria knew exactly what he wanted now. He pointed at a beautiful ruby-colored fishing rod with glistening gold trim, "How much for that one, gramps?" The ancient angler looked Nuria up and down and scratched his chin, likely gauging what sort of money a man like him would even have. "Ye can take it off me hands fer 10,000 gil. 'Fraid it's the lowest I can go, sonny."

Nuria thought it over. He really had no eye for things like this, so for all he knew 10,000 was a steal. But what if it got damaged over the course of delivery? Anything's possible, after all. Maybe it was best to get an extra just in case. As the fisher took the rod off its rack, Nuria chimed in, "'Scuse me pops, you got another I could get as well?" The fisherman smiled, of course he wasn't gonna turn down more gil. "How many are ye lookin' to buy, lad? Got plenty of 'em in stock."

"Hmm...I'll take seven." Nuria replied. The old man's jaw dropped, practically drooling over the profit he was about to rake in. He eagerly wrapped up Nuria's goods and took his payment. "Ye takin' all this with ye? Or would ye like it delivered?" he asked. Nuria handed him a slip of paper with Dane's address, "Send it here, thanks. Oh, and could you have a note left with it too? Happy Nameday to a real catch of a friend. That should be good, I think. See it's like a pun 'cause of the fishing rods and the.."

Nuria kept trailing off for a while before the angler chimed in, "Alright lad, alright. I get it. It'll be at yer pal's door in two day's time. Happy doin' business with ye!" Nuria nodded and went on his way.

[syntiment]

hello you've got me very interested in edancy, i love a good rarepair ;) im very curious, was there any specific thing that made you ship them, like a moment in s4 or something you read or saw that reminded you? im interested how you came to this ship, its intriguing to me and i'd like to hear your perspective on it!

also LOVE your art it's so beautiful and pretty and so warm and makes me have the warm fuzzies, i love it!!

AWW THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!

Welcome to Edancy hell, we have matching jackets. I also call the ship Seven Miles with my friend so if you ever see me refer to that, I'm talking about Edancy.

They have a lot of very subtle moments on screen that really made me interested in their character dynamic. The fact that Eddie just knows that the Wheeler residence is seven miles from his trailer THAT quickly- the ways he's very touchy with her, Nancy's interaction with Wayne and not buying people saying he's a killer immediately. They share a lot of looks that give me a vibe. And also the entire scene with Eddie pep talking Steve "if it were me I would get her back" and then making Steve cover up can both be read as a bit of jealousy which is a fun take on it.

They very much fulfill that opposites attract quota in terms of aesthetics with Nancy being mostly dressed in pastels and seeming very put together and organized while Eddie is in a lot of dark grungier clothing with a more laidback and laissez faire attitude. And yet they have a lot of the same core values with both of them being fiercely protective of whoever they consider "their" people, they have a distinct lack of respect for authority because of being failed by those in power around them often, they both have rather niche interests and are sort of loners even despite the initial appearance (ie: Nancy has enough friends to be counted on one hand, none of whom are very close to her. And despite the Corroded Coffin boys being Eddie's group at school, none of them went looking for him when shit hit the fan). They're both extremely passionate and stubborn people, the perfect types to uplift and encourage one another through the pursuits of their interests and who are both independent and reliant in equal parts to make the balance of their relationship work very, very well.

In short, they have the perfect personality types to make a romance between them really work out long term. Plus, they both can understand and relate to a lot of what the other has gone through. Survivors guilt is a huge aspect in both of their stories.

Eddie needs someone who won't back down and will help him stand his ground and who's motivated and dedicated enough to be able to give him the fire to follow his dreams and stand against the tide. And Nancy needs someone emotionally available and light enough to remind her that there's more to life then the isolation and expectations she lets people press upon her, and someone who will put the wind under her wings when she's getting weighed down by her own self doubt and fears of failure.

And the other is quite literally the exact archetype to achieve those points.

I came into liking Edancy because they had a cute dynamic on screen but I'm also a collaborative creative writer in my free time (which is a fancy way of saying I roleplay really huge DnD scale elaborate storytelling venture epics with friends where we write canon and oc characters in a show/game/movie setting, in this case we're writing our take on Stranger Things Season Five) and my friend and I jokingly talked about them as a romantic relationship, quickly realizing just how good for each other they are. And the more we looked the more we discovered a really strong chemistry and it was all downhill from there basically. We're hooked. Edancy is by far my OTP right now, I'll die on this hill honestly. My friend is here with me, also dying on this hill LMAO.

ANYWAY THIS IS VERY LONG- but yeah, there's a lot about them that just... work very well.

[rurousha]

Connor and Jaskier

Just an idea inspired by a post saying Connor should be allowed to wield a sword by @celestialtoy

Connor gets sucked through a portal somehow and ends up in The Witcher (Netflix) universe. After a few missteps, he realizes he definitely needs to pass as both a human and not a complete weirdo. He trades his modern clothes for local ones with a confused but delighted tailor.

Jaskier is running from the Mountain Divorce. On his way to Oxenfurt, he has to camp out near the road. Without Geralt, the night is too cold and too empty. Then he hears movement (freaks out a little) and whistling. He goes to the road and finds a young man traveling alone. In the dark. He has no weapons, no food, no supplies.

"What are you doing out here?" Jaskier asks.

"I am walking to Oxenfurt," Connor responds.

"In the middle of the night?"

Connor looks around. The terrain is rocky, and there is little light from the moon. Right. This is not something a human would do.

Jaskier just thinks this is the recklessness of youth (which certainly isn't something he's familiar with). He invites the clearly lost man to camp with him and they travel together to the next village.

A village of mostly elves that is, obviously, having bandit trouble. Jaskier gets in their faces out of habit. And then realizes Geralt isn't there to back up his threats. Not reckless at all.

Bandit goes to punch Jaskier in his beautiful little face, but Connor intercepts. There is quite a brawl. Weapons are drawn. Connor picks up a piece of junk sword and handily beats everyone.

"Wow," Jaskier says. "That was great. Where'd you train sword fighting?"

Connor looks at the sword in his hand. "Never used one before in my life."

Jaskier and Connor decide to travel together. Well, Jaskier decides. Connor's not great at saying no. And he's lonely. He misses Hank, and he's alone in a strange world. He fiddles with his collar since he doesn't have a tie and does coin tricks to amuse locals.

But Jaskier's not an idiot. He eventually realizes that Connor doesn't eat and rarely sleeps. Even when he does sleep, it's... odd. Too still.

"You're not human, are you?"

"I... am."

"It's okay if you're not. I've got loads of friends that aren't human."

"Oh."

"You don't have to tell me. But I'm not gonna hurt you or anything."

"I'm... an android."

"Alright, so I don't actually know what that is."

"It's, I'm, a robot. Or, I don't know, an automaton."

"Oh, like a golem."

"Yes!"

"But golems don't talk. Or think. Or look like people."

"Oh. Well, where I'm from, they do."

"Are you from a different sphere?!"

"How did you figure that out?"

"Please, I am educated in the seven liberal arts, you know. And I know all the sorceresses on the Continent." And a witcher, he doesn't say. "Wait, are you headed to Aretuza to try and get someone to get you home?!"

"Yes!"

"Oh, definitely do not do that. Someone will definitely realize you're not human and will try to dissect you or something."

"Oh."

"Look, we'll find Triss or Keira or someone. We'll get you home."

And when Connor smiles at him, Jaskier knows he's in trouble.

At some point, there's a griffon. Connor takes a hunting bow from a seller while the griffon is turning for another fly-by attack.

"Uh, Connor. Connor, griffon!" Jaskier shouts as he ducks under an awning. "Have you ever used a bow before?”

"No." Connor tugs on the string and bends the bow to feel the tension in both. The griffon dives for him. He draws an arrow. He shoots the griffon directly through its eye and into its brain. The beast falls and skids along the ground only to stop inches from Connor's feet. "But it seems pretty self-explanatory."

And there's romance, because they're both suckers. Jaskier is in love with Geralt, who doesn't want him around anymore. Connor is in love with Hank, who he never quite got the courage to confess to. But they've both come to enjoy and trust each other too.

Connor gets very embarrassed when Jaskier tries to initiate something physical. He admits that he doesn't have any of the parts Jaskier would be used to seeing.

Jaskier takes this as a challenge. He helps Connor explore his own body to find sensitivities and points of pleasure. Connor, it turns out, likes having the seam around his thirium pump teased. He loves when Jaskier buries his fingers into the hidden port of the back of his neck. Jaskier learns what static sounds like that day. Connor is too shy at first to let Jaskier see his white chassis underneath his synthskin. But it fades in spots during sex, and Jaskier is fascinated and delighted. Connor's shyness disappears quickly in the face of Jaskier's sincerity.

And Jaskier, well. When Connor bodily lifts Jaskier up against a tree and hooks his thighs over his shoulders to take Jaskier into his mouth, Jaskier nearly loses it. He's ten feet in the air, using a branch to not tip over, and Connor has no gag reflex. Melitele have mercy.

But eventually they find a sorceress willing to break several laws of nature on a whim. They get Connor home. A portal opens in the bull pen of the Detroit Police Department in the middle of a work day.

Hank, who has been working himself to nothing for the past month trying to find Connor, quite reasonably freaks the fuck out. He's not alone. Then Connor steps through.

"Oh God. Connor." Hank no longer cares about the hole in time and space next to his desk. He pulls Connor into his arms.

Then Jaskier steps in behind him. "Wow. This is... different. Oh hello." Jaskier waves at several gawking officers.

Connor turns to hug Jaskier goodbye. "I'll miss you, Jaskier."

"Yeah, I'll miss you too, Connor." Then he looks at Hank. "You must be Hank."

Hank nods confusedly.

"You be good for him, yeah?"

He will. He absolutely will.

"Good man, then." Jaskier turns back, and the portal closes behind him.

Reed: "What the fuck just happened?!"

[squishy-lemons]

Roommates

A/N: First story!! I'm gonna change around and play with the format a bit but I'd like to get this out. I wrote this a while ago but I edited it a bit and I want to try and do something with it so here goes!!

‘Nathaniel!’

This feels like the millionth time I’m telling him not to fill the bath tub up and splash about in it. Nathaniel assures me that it’s only the one hundred and twenty eighth time since I moved in.

It isn’t really helping matter what with the landlady on her way here too. She isn't a neat freak but she does like not having her house trashed by a ghost. Nathaniel is a ghost. And he is currently making my life harder than it needs to be.

So, here I am, in a last-ditch effort to make this shack look as tidy as it possibly could within its state. Nathaniel is not helping, what with his recreation of the sinking of the Titanic.

I hurry off to mop away the water, cursing loudly as the handle hits something, Nathaniel cackling at the profanities he’s taught me.

“Damian, please, you love it. And me. And this is probably the last time I’ll be able to do it, let me have some fun.”

I frowned. 'I don't love it. And don't...say that. Don't bring it up. You're here for another month and if we really try we can visit each other. I'm going to keep researching-'

He smiled at me, wistful, nearly. “We've been over this. You know just as well as I do that it's practically impossible. You have been paying attention to when we researched, right?”

I furiously mopped up more water. We had had this talk before. For all his shenanigans and hijinks, Nathaniel was dead set on getting back to the spirit realm. He was sure of it. It seemed the only thing he was sure of. There was nearly no scope of contacting him ever once he got back to where he was supposed to be. I wished we’d had more time together. I thought we were getting on pretty well. Or as well as you can when you are a human that moves into a haunted studio apartment.

I first found Nathaniel about two years ago, when I had just moved in. Something about the apartment seemed off. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but it had definitely been odd. But a broke college second year can’t be a chooser, especially when you’re a literature major. The point is, it was the only house within my budget and it came with a free ghost that soon became my best friend.

Go retail.

Anyway, once we’d gotten nice and acquainted and had a late night heart-to-heart talk that we never spoke of again (me maybe having consumed too many glasses of cheap fine wine), we made a pact. I would help Nathaniel get back to his world, the ghost world, and he would leave me alone to study. Over the course of two years, we had bonded with each other and now, him not being there makes everything seem so much more dismal. 

We pored over huge spell-books that Nathaniel had collected over three decades and looked for the things he could not touch for the spells to work. Moonstone, bloodroot, newt’s eye. He wasn’t allowed to touch any of them, which is why the spell failed when he tried in the past. We only get a limited number of times we can use the book in various ways, seven being the maximum for this one. Nathaniel’s already tried to go back to the spirit realm six times before he figured out where he went wrong. That means we can’t mess this last chance up.

I can’t say much that’ll change his mind, not when he’s pig-headed as he is. And the landlady visiting now, shadows matters a little. She’s a nice enough woman but anyone’d freak out knowing they have a ghost in one of their apartments so Nathaniel and I have kept it very hush-hush. 

I’m barely finished mopping when-

“ding-dong!”

That’s the door bell. Nathaniel grabs the broom and dashes to the cupboard where he’s to stay for the rest of the inspection. I dry off my feet as quick as possible and make for the door, not wanting to keep Mrs Kimberly waiting.

Mentally preparing for the inspection, I open the door with a dazzling grin, expecting to see a tart smile and a neat bun. Instead, I observe a sour, puckered mouth, pulled into what looked like a sneer and thin eyes seated blow a bulbous, shiny forehead.

The mouth pulled upward into a tight smile. “Mr Farrow! Hello, and the best of evenings to you. I shall be conducting the apartment inspection today.”

His voice was what I would imagine Dr Jekyll’s from ‘Doctor Jekyll and Mr Hyde” to be. Somewhat deep and scratchy, but pleasant, nevertheless.

“Please, Damian is just fine. And I don’t believe we’ve met before, Mr…?”

I trail off, hinting for him to pick up.

“Hm? Oh, Aurel is just fine, my dear boy. I’m Mrs Kimberly’s husband, wonderful to make your acquaintance. Now, let’s go about the inspection, no to dawdle, not to dawdle!”

He seemed pretty enthusiastic about the inspection. I did not share this enthusiasm.

The first half-hour, everything went smoothly, apart from Aurel calling me ‘my dear boy’ from time to time. Nathaniel kept quiet, there weren’t any minor explosions from the mini-firecrackers he’d set up as pranks and overall, it seemed as though we’d survive another inspection. The weird thing was, the smoother the inspection went, the more antsy Aurel seemed to get. His eyes would flit about, he’d lick his lips often and his hands didn’t seem content at his sides, flying about and wringing each other every now and then.

“Tea, Aurel? And biscuits, perhaps?”

“Oh no, thank you, Damian,” he replies, with a small twitch of his lips, and shake of his head. His eyes however, darted about, like a wild deer’s. No, that doesn’t sound right. It felt more like a predator trying to gauge his prey’s movements, albeit, a very nervous predator.

He makes his way back to the kitchen after a thorough observation of the bathroom. Even fidgetier.

Suddenly, he turns to me, gripping me by the shoulders. “My dear fellow, may I ask of you but one favour?”

Me, being too startled to say anything else merely nodded.

“Please, please, I beg of you, help me cross over…there. Your poltergeist in the closet knows how to get there and you do too, please, please, I need to see my family, it’s been years please!”

He shook me, hard. My eyes popped. My heart was a little vibrating drum that didn’t know what to do.

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking abou-”

“DON’T PLAY WITH ME, BOY! YOU KNOW, YOU KNOW!”

He collapses into a nearby chair, panting and breathing heavily. He looked up at me with the most apologetic eyes I’ve seen.

“I’ve traced the book, I’ve been doing it for a decade. It’s always been so elusive, so hard to find…it’s here isn’t it?”

“I-”

“Call your ghost. He’ll understand.”

"I don't believe I understand-"

"I think you'll find you do. Now, please. Call the ghost."

With no better option and preferring company to solace in this situation, I shout for Nathaniel. No reply. I shout again. He comes barreling out with a bucket on his head, wielding a broom like a spear.

“NO! You can’t have it! This is my only chance! I need it! I need that book!”

“I-will someone please explain to me what is going on?” I asked.

Nathaniel scowled. “This old man thinks he can just take away whatever we worked toward just like that. Well, no! I’m putting my foot down. This demon can just go find another book!”

The old man’s eyes hardened. “I want to see my family. If I need to the wretched book from you by force, then so be it.”

He stands up, face slowly transforming into something horrible and sinister.

“I ask of you again. Where is the book?”

I back up into Nathaniel. He looks me dead in the eye and I can see him telling me to run, just not verbally. He looks back up at Aurel. “You’re not getting it. I know what you want it for and it isn’t to get back home. You want to expand it. Expand it till it eventually consumes the normal world. You can't get back to the spirit realm either!" he accused. "I know you, Aurel, you killed me. I don’t know why but now you’re regretting it.”

Aurel growls and says nothing. Instead, he leaps at Nathaniel, hands that are now claws, outstretched, and teeth that are now fangs, bared. I run away, but not toward the front door like Nathaniel wanted me to. He makes that clear by a loud “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” cast in my direction. I yell back, “KEEP HIM BUSY!”

Nathaniel obliges with a few grunts of pain.

I make my way into my small bedroom, throwing myself at the safe where we keep the books, and really really hoping that we aren't kicked out because of a noise complaint from the neighbors. There was a banishing spell. I remember because I once jokingly threatened to try and banish Nathaniel when he caused yet another kerfuffle about a year ago.

Banishing isn't the same as Shifting. When you're Banished, you spend the rest of your existence, practically writhing in pain. Banishing is only for the really horrible, irredeemable souls. And I'm about the Banish the ever living shit our of the demon that's trying to kill my roommate.

Unlocking the safe as fast as I can, I throw open the heavy book, scanning the index for the Banishing spell. There! It’s right there! I skip to the page, not caring if I tear a few others in my haste.

I find the right page and yank the book and a few other necessary items, the bloodroot and crushed white pearl dust, back into the main room again. Thank god the Banishing spell is so similar to the Shifting one.

My papers are now everywhere. Ink has been knocked off the table and there are blots on a few printed pages of ideas. None of that matters right now. What matters is that Nathaniel is lying on the floor, half dead and bleeding the silvery ichor that ghosts bleed. What matters is that Aurel is seated on his chest about to rip his throat out. What matters is that my best friend is about to lose his life. Again.

That’s what jolts me into action. I recite the Latin poems as best and as I can (and I flatter myself that my Latin is quite good), which paralyses Aurel, as I draw a shaky circle around Nathaniel and Aurel with the white pearl dust. Aurel can’t move, only glare and scream at me, hatefully as decades of his planning are laid waste to by a human. The thought makes me almost grin. I break the bloodroot in half and that’s when it starts. Aurel’s screaming. It’s so loud, so shrill, it hurts my ears. But it’s over as soon as it starts and the circle begins to glow. I throw my arms under Nathaniel’s body and try my best to drag him out of there. The light hurts so badly. It feels like feels like I’ve been seared by white-hot poles, but I need to get Nathaniel away from that. Aurel has started to dissolve and the only thing I can do is wait it out and try and make sure Nathaniel isn’t sucked into that spirit whirlpool.

It only takes a few minutes but it feels like eternity until Aurel is completely gone. By the time he is, Nathaniel has just come to and leans against me for support.

It’s all quiet for a moment. Until Nathaniel croaks out a weak “Thank you.”

I grin. “You’re welcome.”

He glares at me. “You were supposed to ask ‘For what?’ and then I’d say something cheesy and corny and we’d act like heroes. You just ruined it.”

I laugh. The day has been so absurd. The neat-just-about-thirty-seconds-ago house was a complete catastrophe again. We’d start over with the cleaning and ask Mrs Kimberly to visit us next weekend. Maybe we’d even come clean about the ghost. Nathaniel tells me that no, we will not come clean about the ghost. All right then, I rescind my statement. We will not come clean about the ghost.

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Later, when we’re trying to put the sofa right side up again, I ask.

"What was all that about Aurel trying to kill you? And you said that he killed you before? You have a bit of explaining to do."

My roommate groans. "Not a topic I will be discussing unless I get to use the bed and you get the hot cocoa and we get to watch Princess Diaries."

"Fine but we share the bed, I make the cocoa and we watch Mean Girls."

"Deal."

A few more moments of silence, interspersed with the near imperceptible 'chink' of the broken china I'm currently sweeping off the floor.

Nathaniel speaks up.

“You know, I don’t think I want to do his anymore.”

“What, clean up?”

“No-well, yes, but that’s not what I meant. I meant I don’t think I want to go back to the spirit world. I can’t anyway, and honestly, I don’t think anything it has to offer could be better than staying with a dork who lets me sleep in the closet.”

“I don’t know whether to address the fact you like staying with me or the fact that you just called me a dork.”

“The first bit.”

“In that case, you’re welcome to stay. In fact, I want you to, I’ve been telling you all along, you’re allowed to stay here because I like your company.”

Nathaniel looks at me.

“I thought you were lying to make me feel better.”

I laugh. “No, I actually, genuinely enjoy having you around.”

He smiles. “And I actually, genuinely enjoy being around you, dork.”

[navree]

Do you think that Aegon has ever loved Visenya?

I think he loved her, yes. But I don't think he loved her romantically.

We don't really know a whole lot about the Conquerors' early days, and even just Aegon's personal life in general, given how intensely private he was and didn't tend to show his emotions to anyone who wasn't his sisters or Orys, neither of whom were giving interviews about him or anything. So a lot of how these interpersonal relationships played out isn't even necessarily up to fan interpretation, but straight up just fan speculation (is there anything to really back up my idea that Visenya was a lesbian who was as in love with Rhaenys as Aegon was? No, but I believe it with my whole heart anyway).

We know that Visenya and Aegon appear to have had at least a functional relationship in their younger years. They went on trips to Westeros proper together, visiting the Arbor and the Citadel of Oldtown with each other. And we know that Aegon trusted and valued her as a fellow dragonrider and battle warrior, as well as an administrator. He was willing to put her in charge of taking certain kingdoms during the Conquest, she was involved in his coronation, and she was allowed to have direct input in the running of the realm once the wars of conquest were done. All of that speaks to a trust and a camaraderie there from him to her, and we know that it was reciprocated. Visenya could have easily not participated in the Conquest if she didn't want to, but she did anyway, took wounds in battles like the Field of Fire, and she was willing to put her life on the line for Aegon. She twice defended him from Dornish assassins during the Dragon's Wroth, and the entire reason the Kingsguard exists is because she wanted Aegon to be better protected. She's the one who argued for it, she's the one who said it was for his own safety, she handpicked the original seven members. And even after the relationship went sour, Aegon still at least trusted Visenya enough to put her in charge of the initial building of the Red Keep, even if he might have had ulterior motives (not wanting her around him on Dragonstone). These two were siblings, Visenya's actually the eldest of them all, so it's not hard to see that there was a genuine trust and love and amicability between them.

But when it comes to things like romantic love or sexual desire? No, it doesn't seem like Aegon ever felt that way about her. The text is very specific on that whole "he wed Visenya out of duty but Rhaenys out of desire", and that's not something people are going to be spreading without basis. The rumor likely came from Dragonstone, from around the time Aegon was marrying Rhaenys (book doesn't specify whether he was married to Visenya first and later added Rhaenys, or whether he was able to negotiate his way to marrying both of them at the same time), and it's not possible that the saying came because someone heard Aegon himself saying practically the same thing. The movements of any noble lord in this time are always going to be well documented, if only by the servants, and even moreso once Aegon became a king of a much larger kingdom, so the "ten nights with Rhaenys for every one night with Visenya" wasn't invented out of whole-cloth either (not to mention, the only time Aegon and Visenya ever even got a result from any sexual contact happened after Rhaenys had been dead for a while and certainly wans't an option for him anymore). Again, it's really hard to tell because of the little pre-Conquest documentation and how private Aegon himself was, but this is something that seems like it would have been easily refutable if it wasn't true. It's fair, after looking at everything, to take the book at its word here and agree with the consensus that, while Aegon might have loved Visenya as a sister and a friend, romantically he was only ever interested in Rhaenys, married Visenya because he had to but then managed to marry the one he was really in love, and that, as a romantic and sexual partner, he clearly valued and desired her far more than he ever did Visenya.

I think, however, that while the relationship started out amicable but platonic on both sides, two people who didn't want to be married to each other but were and still held a sibling love from an elder sister to her younger brother and vice versa, it soured incredibly after the First Dornish War. It's explicitly stated that the relationship between Visenya and Aegon grew much more distant during that time, and while it appears all three of the siblings lived in the Aegonfort together, afterwards it was either Visenya at Dragonstone and Aegon in King's Landing, or the switch with Visenya at King's Landing and Aegon at Dragonstone. Again, fan conjecture from me mostly, but I think Rhaenys's death and the subsequent grief involved, as well as their two reserved personalities, created this huge gap between them that they weren't able to bridge, and if my theory about the end of the war is right (Nymor's letter told Aegon that Rhaenys survived being shot down, had been in the custody of the Ullers until recently before the Martells found out and intervened, it was pretty clear she was going to die so they were sending her to Dragonstone to be laid to rest with her ancestor, and so Aegon's flight to Dragonstone was to see her one last time if she was still alive after the journey and to perform funeral rights, and that he made this decision without consulting or involving Visenya), the ending of the First Dornish War only made things worse, especially when we know Visenya was more militant that Aegon about it while he was willing to end the fighting and be cordial with the Martells for the rest of his life.

Rhaenys appears to have been the ghost that loomed large over House Targaryen as it established itself. It's her line that all Targaryens are descended from through her grandson Jaehaerys, it's the initial involvement of her in the pre-arranged marriage between Aegon and Visenya that started off things like rivalries between Maegor and Aenys or Maegor's desire for the crown, and we certainly know that she was remembered long after she was gone, considering Aenys named his first child after her and that the most openly emotional Aegon is ever recorded as having been is when he wept the first time he held Rhaena in his arms. And that probably also contributed to souring whatever there was between Aegon and Visenya, the fact that neither of them could really move on, especially Aegon. If Aegon was incapable of fully moving past this thing that was contributing to the issues he was already dealing with when it came to his relationship with Visenya, then the situation just getting colder and colder makes sense. And it probably did warp whatever sibling affection there was between them as well, so that by the time Aegon died, it wasn't just that he didn't love Visenya romantically, because he never did, but he just straight up didn't care about her anymore, and she certainly didn't care about him (probably transferring most of that to Maegor, but long rants about the Conquerors and their kids are for another time).

Long story short, I think Aegon did love her, as a sister and an advisor and as a friend, but certainly not as a wife or a romantic interest or a sexual partner, and things then started sliding slowly downhill until neither of them really cared about the other anymore.

[razieltwelve]

Good Luck Charm (Final Rose x MHA)

Tenko smiled gently as Eri’s eyes lit up at the sight of the fox plush toy. “Here. I made it for you.”

“You made it?” Eri wrapped her arms around the fox. “It’s so soft! Does it have a name?”

“Her name is Lucky Fox,” Tenko said. “And I want you to have her. She can be your good luck charm.”

“Thank you.” Eri ran her fingers through the fox’s soft, soft fur. “How did you make her?”

Saviour appeared. “Our powers are mighty, Eri.” She stared off into the distance in epic fashion, drawing a giggle for the girl. “Whether it’s fighting or making plush toys, we can do anything.”

“Really?” Eri’s eyes widened. “Anything?”

“Just about,” Tenko said. Well, not quite. She had yet to reach the same level of power as she had during her life as Lightning Farron. Still, making a plush toy was easy enough. “But Lucky Fox also comes with a story.” She patted her lap. “Would you like to hear it?”

Eri climbed onto Tenko’s lap and settled Lucky Fox onto her lap. “Sure!”

Tenko patted Eri’s head. “Lucky Fox was the luckiest fox in the whole world, but it didn’t seem that way to her. You see, when she was born, monsters took her parents away. Because she was so lucky, she survived, and a kindly old woman found her and took care of her. Lucky Fox was very, very clever, and the old woman got her all kinds of books to read and all sorts of puzzles and things to tinker with.”

“Her parents getting taken away is so sad,” Eri whispered. “But at least the old woman found her.”

“For a while, Lucky Fox was happy. But then more monsters came. They attacked her village, and the old woman and many other people were taken away. Once again, Lucky Fox was so lucky that the monsters couldn't get her. She told everyone that they needed to leave the village because the monsters would come back, but nobody would listen to her. So Lucky Fox left the village all on her own. There were more monsters in the woods around the village, but she managed to get past them because of her good luck. The last time she ever saw the village was when the monsters came to get everyone else.”

Eri hugged the fox tightly. “What happened next?”

“Lucky Fox walked and walked and walked until she finally reached a great city named Oerba. The monsters had destroyed Oerba seven times, and seven times it had been rebuilt. Eighth Oerba was strong, so strong that no monsters would ever get past its walls again. Lucky Fox lived in an orphanage there because she had no parents or people to take care of her. But she was lucky once again. She met another little girl, and they became best friends. Even though they weren’t related, they decided to call each other sisters.”

“Wow...” Eri smile. “She found someone to call her sister. I wish I had a sister...”

Tenko hugged Eri. “I can be your big sister if you want.”

“Really?” Eri looked up at her. “You’ll be my big sister?”

“If you want.” Tenko smiled. “Lucky Fox and her sister both wanted to become strong, so they could fight the monsters. They both worked very hard, and although Lucky Fox wasn’t the strongest fighter, she was smarter than everyone else. She designed all kinds of inventions to help fight the monsters.”

“What about her sister? Was she strong?”

Tenko’s lips twitched. “Lucky Fox’s sister would become the strongest person in the whole world... except for maybe one other person.”

Saviour snickered.

“Lucky Fox and her sister went to a special school for people who wanted to fight the monsters. There, they made many friends. In fact, they met the people they would marry at the school.”

“Oh.”

“To make a long story short, Lucky Fox would live a long and happy life. She would have a family of her own that she loved very, very much, and so would her sister. As for the monsters? It took a long time, and it wasn’t easy, but Lucky Fox and her sister helped save the world and beat all the monsters. In fact, without Lucky Fox, who knows what would have happened? There were definitely times in her life when Lucky Fox didn’t feel lucky, but when she was an old fox with children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren around her, she realise she really was the luckiest fox in the whole world.”

Eri glanced at Saviour. “Lucky Fox... she was a real person, wasn’t she?”

Tenko’s lips curved up into a faint smile. “She was. In fact, she was one of my best friends in the whole world.” She chuckled. “She could be a little annoying at times, and she got into plenty of trouble. But she was kind, and loving, and the smartest person I ever knew. My life was so much better for having known her. She could do anything she put her mind to, and as much trouble as she got into, she saved so many people from even worse trouble.”

“But if you knew her... are... are the monsters real?” Eri asked quietly.

“One day,” Tenko murmured. “I’ll tell you more. But all you need to know right now, is that the monsters are dead. And even if they weren’t, they wouldn’t stand a chance because I’m someone who hunts monsters.” She ruffled Eri’s hair. “Eri, life has not been kind to you. But you can be like Lucky Fox. You can live a long, happy life with people who love you and even a family of your own one day if you want it. And you can be a hero. You can help save the world.”

“I think I’d like that.” Eri hugged Lucky Fox tightly. “Thank you for Lucky Fox and the story.”

Tenko eased Eri off her lap. “I know you’re scared, Eria. The world can be a scary place.” She grinned. “That’s why there are heroes. We make the world less scary for everyone. And if the world has to be saved, that’s okay. I’ve saved the world before, and I can do it again.”

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I spent quite some time yesterday yelling about Star Trek with the wonderful @regionalpancake and @curator-on-ao3, and I need to share their comedic genius with the world!

We were talking about how, if the Zhat Vash are so extremely opposed to synthetic life and any form of AI, could they possibly manage to hack the androids on Mars and to cause them to go rogue? To which Curator commented:

“I’m an iPhone user and I couldn’t hack an android!”

This was followed some time later by a discussion about how in recent Trek, there has been an increasing distinction between People Who Matter and Those Who Don’t. And how its encumbent upon the people who are less significant for the fate of the world to sacrifice themselves for the Important People.

With regards to this, Pancakes observed of Rose (from Dr Who), a character who thinks she is unimportant and whom the Doctor tells that There Are No Unimportant People:

“If she were a Star Trek character, Rose would have been cannon fodder.”

Curator: “You mean... canon fodder? :D”

I don’t know if these are funny to anyone but me, but I laughed so hard I had to go find my asthma spray. So I needed to share XD

59 notes - Posted July 30, 2022

#4

Holo-Tech Database

Over the last seven or so months, I have watched through every episode of Star Trek: The Next Generation. It’s the first time I’ve seen the entire series, there were quite a few episodes in the later seasons I’d never seen before. Quite an enjoyable experience on the whole.

But because I’m me, of course I didn’t just watch TNG. Instead, I took notes every single time the holodeck or any other piece of holo-technology played a part in the plot, were the setting for even the briefest of scenes, or so much as got mentioned. Essentially, I’m building towards a database of every little scrap of canonical information about holo-technology that I can get my hand on. And this was a start.

I haven’t had the time or energy to look through all of my notes in detail. There is a lot of information in there already. Of course, I’ll only be able to draw any real conclusions once I add in all the data from DS9, Voyager, and PIC, (since I’m interested in the state of technology at the time La Sirena is in operation, because of course that’s what this is about), but it’ll be quite a while before I get there.

So, in lieu of any detailed analysis, here are some quick impressions of my first foray into holo-episode-tracking!

[Image ID: a table showing the number of total holo-episodes for TNG is 58, and breaking that number down for each season. Season 1 has 10 episodes, season 2 has 8, season 3 has 6, season 4 has 9, season 5 and 6 both have 8, and season 7 has 9 episodes. /end ID]

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65 notes - Posted January 27, 2022

#3

30 Days of Picard Postivity

With just over 30 days to go, the premiere of Star Trek: Picard season 2 (3rd March in the US, 4th March internationally) is fast approaching, and I for one cannot wait to get back into the world I fell in love with two years ago. Thirty days is quite some time, however, and even though new trailers and promo pics seem to be dropping daily, I felt like we could use something to tide us over until March.

After the long hiatus, I think this is the perfect time to revisit all the things we enjoyed about season 1. I’m sure I’m not the only one who has forgotten a lot of the details of those episodes, and who would love to see some of the wonderful characters, locations, and stories back on my dash. So, without further ado:

ProcrastinatorProject Proudly Presents:

30 Days of Picard Positivity

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70 notes - Posted February 1, 2022

#2

Massive Picard Season 2 Spoilers Ahead

So the latest episode of The Ready Room, the Star Trek recap show hosted by Wil Wheaton, had a preview of Season 2 of Star Trek: Picard. It's interviews with all of the main actors and they explain in some detail where they're characters are at at the beginning of season 2.

It puts a lot of shots from the trailers in perspective and I have a lot of thoughts that I want to share, but because this is a very, very explicit spoilery preview, I'm putting both the video and my initial reaction under the cut.

Anyone in the US (or with a decent VPN): You can find the full Ready Room episode on the Paramount+ youtube page, but I'm not going to link it here, because, youk know, tumblr 😋

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73 notes - Posted February 24, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I just had a realization about why Agnes Jurati’s story in Star Trek: Picard season 2 feels so wrong to me, and I am going to inflict it on all of you!

Spoilers for the entirety of season 2 ahead! CW: Mention of depression, PTSD, anxiety, and emotional manipulation

Also: CW long post

(NB: I’m going to completely disregard the discrepancy in Agnes’s character between seasons 1 and 2. I think when you take Agnes’s story and development from the first season into account, her “arc” in season 2 falls apart completely. But for the sake of this argument, I’m going to meet the season 2 writers on their terms. I’m going to ignore the character of season 1 Agnes, and instead will simply look at season 2′s Jurati to explain why I think the story the writers gave her falls flat.)

I was taking notes for a way-too-long essay about my problems with PIC season 2 (which I may or may not write eventually), and I was trying to put into words why it always irks me when people say merging with the Borg Queen was a satisfying end to Jurati’s arc.

What I was never able to put my finger on until now is that when the Borg Queen and Jurati merge at the end of episode 9, that’s not actually the culmination of Jurati’s arc. It’s the Queen’s.

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74 notes - Posted May 20, 2022

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Week8: Post Dublin Reflection

Hello, hello! Declan McGrath is back for one final time to give you one final post. As the program is now over this is going to be a reflection and overview of the Big 10 STEM Physics and Irish History Program at UCD Dublin. 

Welp, it’s over now. I am back in the United States of America and I am struggling to put into words how I feel. I definitely miss Ireland and all the friends that I made there. I had such a great time in Europe and it has been a process readjusting to America. Back in Ireland there was so much to see and do all the time and now I am back in Michigan where the things to do at the nearest city are go to the movie theater or go to the other movie theater five minutes away. That being said, it is also nice to be home. I have really missed all of my hometown friends and it has been really nice catching up with them all again. If I hadn’t caught a cold right when I got to Dublin airport to leave I would have immediately hung out with as many of my friends as possible when I got back to the US.

Enough sappiness (I am lying, this whole post is going to be sappy), I should tell you all what takeaways I have for this whole program. This program was life changing. Until I was leaving for Ireland I had never left the United States before. Now I have been to Canada, Ireland, Britain, Italy, and France! I met so many cool people from both America and all over Europe. The classes I took here were also very interesting and are helping put me ahead in my studies as they met a bunch of the requirements for my mechanical engineering major. The history and physics II courses I took could be a bit fast-paced (we did only have seven weeks after all) at times but it was never completely overwhelming. I felt that all the professors did an amazing job covering a large amount of content in a short period of time. Despite the time constraints the program also allowed us for a lot of time for field trips, both educational and recreational. For educational trips we did things like visiting Croke Park and Kilmainham Gaol and for recreational trips we visited the 40 Foot and Vico Baths. 

The study week before our final exams was one of the best weeks of my life. My friends and I took advantage of the free time and took a trip to Paris and Pisa, had an absolute blast, and made it back to UCD just in time to cram in some sleep before our first final. We had so much fun seeing as many sights as humanly possible while getting a tiny amount of sleep. We saw the Leaning Tower of Pisa, countless beautiful churches, American Beach, the Palace of Versailles, the Eiffel Tower, the Catacombs, and so much more! 

One thing that I am really going to miss from Europe is its aesthetics. Almost every street corner and alley had something unique about it, whether it was beautiful railings or sculptures or unique designs almost no wall was ever left bare. Heck, even their water fountains were extravagant! This has kind of left me feeling kind of dulled in America. Everything here seems to always be trying to maximize its efficiency which leads to most buildings being in competition with each other to see which one can be the most dull gray concrete building. In Dublin, Pisa, and Paris I found myself just taking pictures of random alleyways in buildings because it was all unlike anything I’d seen back home. 

Despite how much I am missing the sights, experiences, and all of my friends I made in Europe, I will stay strong! There are a couple more weeks of summer left and I am going to enjoy them as much as I can! I still have a lot of catching up to do with all my friends back home and I need to start preparing to move back into Ann Arbor for when my second year of college starts. 

Thank you all so much for reading my silly little blog posts I made every week. It has been a pleasure writing for the University of Michigan and I am so thankful that I had this opportunity. I know years from now I’ll look back on these blog posts and remember all the good times I had! 

Thank you all, 

Declan McGrath 

Mechanical Engineering

Big 10 STEM Physics and Irish History Program at UCD Dublin

[ms-demeanor]

The stupid mistake is this:

It is supposed to be a secret from our clients that there's a new CEO, we're supposed to keep that quiet. I haven't talked about that with any clients, but I've talked about it here where I try to keep my job anonymized and I've talked about it with my spouse and my friends.

Earlier this week I called the other lady - "Jane" - who used to answer phones at the old company. We were in two separate businesses that shared a building and had a history and answered the phone for each other. When my boss sold the company, she went with the other business, which is run by her relative who used to be my old boss's business partner.

So I called to let Jane know that one of her clients, who had purchased a firewall from us seven years ago, might want to apply a firmware update because of a vulnerability that had been announced by the company, and we caught up for a minute. She asked after large bastard and we talked about her niece's wedding. She asked how things were at the new company and I said, "oh, you know that guy you thought was cute during the acquisition? He left the company. And I'm scheduled to meet with the new CEO this week. It's been kind of chaotic," and then I asked how her son was doing and if she had holiday plans and said we should hang out soon.

Today I got an email from my old boss with the subject line "RE: Your conversation with Jane" asking me who had left and what the changes at the new company are.

So now I'm pissed at Jane for telling old boss, pissed at myself because it never even occurred to me that old boss would talk to Jane or her relative who used to be his business partner, pissed at old boss for emailing me about this, and I'm exhausting myself chewing over how I'm going to tell my manager. (I am going to tell the manager, but I'm not going to send a message in the middle of the night and I also don't want to schedule a message to send tomorrow morning while I'm mid-commute to my meeting with the new CEO) and I'm kind of melting down about this because after yesterday's upset customer i was feeling pretty good about implementing some positive changes but now I'm right back down in the sub basement pretty sure I'm going to get fired which doesn't seem like it's actually likely intellectually speaking but feels true because everything feels terrible because I spent a decade working for a guy who yelled at me if i didn't respond to an email in fifteen minutes.

So, like, obviously I'm making mistakes and I'm struggling under my workload because it's a much larger workload and I'm still learning how this company functions, but also old boss used to literally say that he wished he could replace all of us with robots because machines wouldn't fuck up like we did and he wouldn't have to accept a world where mistakes happened.

So, like combine my natural perfectionism/procrastination cocktail with that backdrop and I am walking on eggshells around myself even when everyone else at the company seems Pretty Normal.

So anyway I'm in the "actually I don't deserve a raise I'm sorry I'll just see myself out" part of the cycle AND I also may have helped to resolve a months-long, multi-customer VPN problem today that will reduce our call volume and save time for the techs and identified a prospect that my boss had reviewed and passed on to me as a scammer before they could extract money or information from us.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Don't call that guy he bought a domain to mimic a group he's unaffiliated with! I'm sorry! These licenses will prevent the issue that's popping up with the free solution you're using and also I showed three people on the engineering team how to look up pricing so they don't have to wait on me for a quote before they communicate on their projects! I made a stupid phone call and now the asshole I used to work for is demanding information! I'm sorry, I don't know how the opportunity linking works! I cancelled a customer computer that had its backorder extended until December and replaced it with a computer that will show up tomorrow but I don't know how to link the second quote with the ticket that was set up with the first quote I'm sorry you have to take the time to show me! I'm sorry! I'm sorry I should know better I should have looked it up first I should have been the one to call the vendor I should have checked the URL before I wasted time writing an email I should have known he'd find out! I'm sorry!"

Part of the reason that it's a bad idea to stay at bad jobs is that they can really fuck with your head in a way that makes it difficult to work in more functional workplaces.

I made a stupid mistake but I have no idea what the scale of the mistake is. I feel like any misstep I make is a catastrophic failure. I'm upset so frequently that I'm thinking about quitting because I'm useless and it would be less painful than getting fired and that seems to be very far away from what my new coworkers think of me. I am behind on work and the only thing my brain wants to do is sit at my desk and grind in a marathon for like thirty hours until I'm caught up but because this is a functional business I'm pretty sure they'd be horrified if I did that.

I also feel like I'm being haunted by my old boss which is really putting into context how controlling and shitty he was when I'd basically gotten so used to it that I didn't notice that anymore.