#why am i angry this is not a reason to be angry

[seat-safety-switch]

For many good reasons, the ancient practice of "funny bumper sticker" has fallen away in recent years. And bad reasons, too. In their stead, the "angry bumper sticker" has begun to dominate America's bumper-based highway discourse.

I am certain that a sociologist would be able to tell you exactly when this happened, and why. Maybe it's Milton Friedman's fault. Actually, it probably is, fuck that guy. Still, the temperature needs to be taken down a notch. I don't want kids in school buses to be getting their entire political concepts from the words in inch-high text: "Fuck Government, Taxes Bad." Crude and a rudimentary analysis at best. That's why I had to do something.

You might be surprised to hear this, but the sovereign nation of China has a whole bunch of bumper-sticker-printing factories. It's where all of our bumper-sticker-printing factories went after we closed them during the great decline of bumper stickers. They're still going, servicing the world's demand for bumper stickers in every glorious language. And for about twenty bucks, you can get a stack of bumper stickers half a foot thick mailed to your door. Those bumper stickers can say whatever you want.

Me and the bunch, we like to hang out at the gas station and slap these bumper stickers on the back of passing motorists. Don't worry, they come off easily and don't damage any paint (if they did, I'd have a lot more holes in my bumper.) What they do do, however, is make everyone else on the highway honk and wave, gleeful to be seeing someone taking a brave stand and making their day just that little bit better. Sure, the operator of the car is probably insanely upset when they get home, but until they figure out what happened, they've brought happiness to so many other folks.

Yep. You could call me a modern-day hero, but I'm just a guy with several hundred Don't Honk At Me, I Will Be So Mad I Swear To Fucking God bumper stickers, doing the only thing he knows how.

[thecutestmonkeygirl]

“Oh..” her eyebrows drawing together as she wondered if this was good or bad for him.

“We’ll see. I’m sure he is angry with me still and maybe he just wants ta tell me ta my face.” She reasoned as she clutched the pen box to her chest only to nearly jerk her head over at Yaro as she motioned for her to go first. “Why do I need a knife!?” This clearly startling her and making her take a step back. “Am I gonna fight or something?”

Blood and Moonlight

Sasuga woke in what was at first an unfamiliar area but as she blinked fully awake she realized it was their closet that Coyote had decorated for them. She smiled and took a careful kiss from her mate who was still sound asleep next to her. It really had been an amazing night with the family and then with her husband. As she slipped from his arms, she took a moment to look at her reflection in the mirror, her fingers dancing over the fresh marks on her neck and hips. She couldn't have asked for anything more from the night and it was with some reluctance that she dressed. She picked out a pair of warm leggings and a short little skirt to pull over them with some knee high boots and a thick sweater. She slipped from the closet and moved to the bathroom to comb her hair and brush her teeth and get ready for the big day ahead. She gave a stretch and headed downstairs only to find a familiar face waiting for her. "Raphael..." she smiled and moved to greet him with a hug. "I see you are still alive." she smirked. "Want some tea? Coffee?"

@banditcoyote

[holdmytesseract]

moodboard by @chennqingg | divider by @fictive-sl0th

Biker!Daryl Dixon x fem!Reader | No Outbreak AU

Warnings for this Chapter: 18+! MDNI! alcohol, sibling fight, swear words, smut (not entirely graphic, but it's definitely there), smoking?

Word Count: 2,1k

a/n: Is Tess right? What do you think, guys?

《 M a s t e r l i s t 》

《 Chapter Five 》 《 Chapter Seven 》

Chapter Six...

... in which your sister tries to discipulize you - without success - and you instead choose to take another long drag of your drug which is Daryl Dixon.

Angry, quick stomps announced Tess' presence. Unlike you, Daryl did see it coming. His body stiffened beneath you. "Oh, shit. Tha' ain't good," he mumbled, but loud enough for you to hear. His voice was the only sound who did the trick to get you out of your head.

You blinked; refocusing. "Why? What-" You weren't even able to finish your sentence, nor the time to process what was even going on when it was already too late.

"What the actual fuck are you doing here, Y/N?!"

Tess' voice hit you harder than any lightning could. Suddenly you understood what Daryl meant and you froze in place. Your heart leaped into your throat.

Her sharp, critical brown eyes quickly analysed the situation, before she crossed her arms over her chest. "And I've been wondering the whole past week where you went and sneaked off to... Well, now it's making sense," your sister said. Her voice dripped with pure venom.

You swallowed; brain working a hundred miles per hour to find the right words.

"Tess, I-" Your body reacted faster and you stood up from Daryl's lap. He let you and decided on keeping his mouth shut. "It's not what it looks like, I swear!" Tess' eyes widened for a moment. "Oh, it's not?" She said sarcastically. You shook your head. But then she pointed at your neck. "And that hickey there isn't what it looks like either, is it?"

Well, fuck.

Your felt how the blood rushed to your head and caused your cheeks to heat up. You totally forgot about the hickey and were now cursing yourself internally. "Sis,I-" "Don't 'sis' me now, Y/N," Tess growled under her breath and looked around; noticing how several pairs of eyes were already directed on the two - or well, three of you. The guys which whom Daryl had talked to vanished into thin air; walking out of the spotlight.

"We are going to have a little chat now," she said then with a sharp voice. Before you could even say something, your sister had grabbed your wrist and dragged you along. Away from Daryl and out of the bar.

The cool May air hit you harder than you thought. A shiver ran down your spine immediately. On the porch, Tess dragged you off to the side as well; away from prying ears. Her grip loosened around your wrist and she let you go, in order to cross her arms over her chest for the second time. "I am asking you once again and I want an honest answer. No more playing games, Y/N. What are you doing?"

You knew exactly that this wasn't a game anymore. The message had been clear and you had definitely received it...

Swallowing hard, your hands start to fumble nervously with your fingers. "J-Just having some fun..." It wasn't a lie, was it? But not entirely the truth either... "Fun?" Tess asked and lifted an eyebrow. "With that biker hill-billy?" You narrowed your eyes at her and wanted to defend Daryl, but your sister didn't let you. She sighed - almost frustrated. "Y/N, I thought we talked about that? I told you to forget that redneck guy and focus on work and your application for university." "B-But he came back, a-and-" "Why, huh? For you?"

You swallowed again and wanted to say yes, but you knew that his work was the real reason. "B-Because of his work." "See? You already know the answer yourself. Work. Not you." "He didn't know I would be here, Tess! He didn't think he'd see me again, but fate wanted it! This has to mean something! He's not gonna leave me this time! This is more than just sex, I know it!" Tess snorted out a laugh. "You really believe that? Gods, Y/N, wake up. Time to get rid of the rose-coloured glasses. He won't. I know guys like him. All he wants is your body. Once he's had enough and is bored of you, he's gonna throw you away like garbage."

You violently shook your head; hands clenching to fists. "No! That's not true!" Tess took a threatening step closer. "Oh yes, it is! You're just way too blinded by 'love' and especially by making heart-eyes at him. You're too naive and inexperienced, Y/N - and Daryl takes advantage of that. Believe me, I know it. I've seen it before. He's not good for you - and beside that way too old."

"No, you just say that, because you don't want to see me with a man! I am not a kid anymore, Tess! I am a grown woman and I know what I do!" You spat at her and turned to walk away, but stopped halfway to speak up again. "And he's not too old for me! We're barely nine years apart! Age is just a number, and love doesn't care about numbers!"

"Fine!" Scoffed Tess. "Go, get your heart broken! I tried to help, but if you don't want to be saved..." You ignored her words completely and stomped back inside the bar. Your eyes scanned the huge room for Daryl - and you found him right where you left him on that lounge sofa; sipping away on his beer.

With the anger at your sister still coursing through your system, you made your way over to the biker. He saw you approaching and wanted to get up, but you quickly pushed him back down with one hand and took the beer out of his hand with the other; placing the cup on the little table behind you. "Wha'-?" Daryl's confused words faded into a low growl as he watched you climb back on his lap - but this time facing him. With your hands on the lapels of his dark blue shirt, you pulled him in for a passionate - almost obscene kiss.

You weren't thinking straight - but this time it were Tess' words that clouded your mind, combined with the feeling of anger. You wanted to get back at her. Show her exactly how you felt about the biker in front of you and how much you enjoyed Daryl's company. In short, you wanted to rub it in her face. Getting your hands on the man you had fallen so helplessly in love with, was 'just' the bonus.

Daryl grunted into the kiss and couldn't help himself but to let his hands wander to your thighs; palms gliding over the clothed skin up to cover your ass and roughly pushing you further down on his hips. The kiss wasn't the only obscene thing going on between you and him. This little gesture was even worse and actually belonged somewhere else, but certainly not inside a bar...

Daryl seemed to be the first to get his thoughts straight again. He retreated from the kiss with now swollen lips and settled his hands on your hips instead of your behind. It was visibly much to your dismay, but Daryl realised that the both of you had to stop, if you wanted to not get thrown out and barred. Kissing and maybe some light making-out was one thing, but dry humping was another.

"Y/N..." He called out your name with a deep, raspy voice; fingers twitching around your hips. "Why ain't we takin' this to my room 'fore we got kicked out, eh?" A soft red hue spread over your cheeks; only now truly realising what your anger made you do. "Yeah," you nodded and softly bit your lower lip. "But not yet," you stated and pressed a last lingering kiss on his lips, before you climbed off of him and turned around again; now facing the room. "Can't waste the good beer, can we?" You took your half empty cup and took a sip. You saw Daryl smirk in the corner of your eye. "Yeah, guess yer right."

Your gaze scanned the crowd of people then and indeed found the one you were looking for... Your sister. She sat at the bar with two friends, but her eyes were directed at you and Daryl. A frown and visible scepticism, mixed with some worry and anger displayed on her face.

She had seen it.

A small, victorious smile tugged at the corner of your lips. Unbeknownst to you, were Daryl's eyes following yours. "Wha' happened with Tess? Wha' did she say?" His words redirected your attention back to him. You shifted slightly on his lap, laid an arm around his shoulders and let your other palm rest on his chest; feeling the cool leather of his angel-winged vest. "Nothing. It's unimportant. Tess just played her big sister card and thinks she knows everything better." Daryl just nodded while chewing on his lower lip. He said nothing, because he knew exactly how older siblings could be sometimes.

A few hours later, you found yourself on Daryl's lap once again, but this time without any clothes on, and the biker stretched out beneath you. His back was pressed against the headboard. While your palms were splayed on his soft stomach for balance, were Daryl's hands on your hips; guiding your movements. "F-Fuck, Daryl..." You breathed as your fingers twitched against his sweaty skin; feeling the fine dark hairs around his navel tickling you. Throwing your head back, you felt close to jumping off that cliff. The man beneath you could tell, of course. He had a hard time holding himself back. He always had. You were simply a goddess in bed.

Preferably in his bed.

"If ya keep doin' that...," he panted; his fingertips digging into your hips and most likely bruising your skin. "... 'm not gonna last." You shook your head and answered almost whimpering: "Y-You don't have to."

That was all Daryl needed to hear. Planting both feet firmly on the bed and slightly bending his strong legs, he started to meet your movements - which was in return enough to send you flying off the edge; free falling down that cliff. A broken cry of ecstasy was the only sound which was able to leave your lips, before you collapsed against Daryl's bulky frame; still somewhere floating on cloud nine.

The man beneath you followed soon with a low, guttural grunt. His hands and arms went limp and collided against the old, saggy mattress.

The both of you laid there in silence for a long moment; bathing in the aftermath, before Daryl rolled you gently over. "I need a smoke now," he said while moving to stand up; the bed squeaking under his weight. After quickly discarding the used condom, he slipped in a fresh pair of boxers and his bathrobe to at least shield his body a little bit from the cool night air. Then he opened the old, rusty window and lit a cigarette.

You just watched him in silence for a while. Admired the view and saw the smoke billow out from between his lips, while he tucked back a few loose, tousled strands of his long hair.

Even now was Daryl the most handsome man you had ever seen.

You couldn't help yourself but to get up and join him, but not without wrapping yourself up in a bathrobe as well. You didn't plan to catch a cold or something at that open window.

You stepped up behind Daryl and wrapped your arms around his middle. He smiled at you over his shoulder; taking another long drag, before holding the cigarette between his thumb and forefinger out to you. "Ya wan' a drag?" Without hesitation, you accepted his offer - not breaking out into a coughing fit this time. Well, it wasn't the second time he offered you... By now you got used to it.

Daryl smirked at you and took the mouthpiece back between his lips.

You leaned your head against his back then with your cheek pressed against his clothed skin as your palms started to wander. Stomach, hips, thighs... Toying with the waistband of his underwear from time to time. You played a dangerous game - and you loved it.

"Ya should be careful with dem hands, lil' cowgirl... Unless ya wanna get me goin' again," the biker growled lowly under his breath; exhaling a puff of smoke as he turned in your loose embrace to face you.

You grinned and innocently shrugged your shoulders; now gently rubbing his chest. "What if I do?"

Daryl growled and quickly reached inside your bathrobe to give your ass a playful swat. "Lil' minx. Yer way less innocent than ya act." You giggled as your hands toyed with the lapels of his gown. "Which is all your fault and doing, Mr. Dixon. You created that monster."

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[annab-nana]

note: this is a blurb i wanted to write using a prompt from the winter wonderland sleepover because i wanted to add rooster to my masterlist.

prompt: “Don’t you ever do that again!”

warnings: not proofread, basically a rewrite of one of the scenes in top gun maverick but reader is taking maverick's place

❀ masterlist ❀

you first thought it was bad when rooster ran out of flares and you had to swoop in to cover him with your own. you then realized it got worse when you felt the impact of the missile slamming into your engine. it only continued to go downhill from there.

now, you were running through the snowy forest trying to get to rooster. you thought you'd lost him for a second earlier and your efforts had been for nothing when his fighter took a hit. however, relief soon found you when you saw his parachute. when you laid eyes on him, he was pulling off his parachute and beginning to bury it.

one second, you were filled with concern for him.

"are you okay?" you shouted as you ran closer to him.

"yeah, i'll manage."

the next second, you were angry.

your body showed no signs of slowing and you ran right into him with purpose, pushing him down.

he took off his helmet and looked at you incredulously. "what the hell?"

"what are you doing here?" you asked, your anger clear in your tone.

rooster had never felt more confused. "what am i doing here?"

"yes, what are you doing here? i didn't take that missile for you to be down here with me. you should be back on the carrier by now!" your eyes held a blazing fire that rooster had never seen before.

his brows dropped to a furrow as he tilted his head down a bit more to be at your eye level. "i saved your life."

"i saved your life," you challenged loudly, taking a step closer to him. "what the hell were you thinking?"

rooster inched closer as well, very much invading your personal space, but neither of you cared. "mav told us not to think!"

"i know!" you cried out, "why do you think i did that?!"

"i don't know, but don't you ever do that again!"

there was an intense moment between the two of you as you stared one another down. your breaths mingled together due to your proximity and your chests rose and fell quickly with them. both your eyes and his bounced between the others, each of you waiting for the other to do or say something.

it was ultimately you who broke the staring match.

it was like your body was acting before your brain could tell it what to do. you stepped the last little bit closer and wrapped your arms around his neck, letting out a sigh you hadn't realized you were holding in.

rooster wasted no time in circling his arms around your waist.

"you scared the shit out of me," you whispered, squeezing him a little tighter.

rooster's light chuckle made you feel a little bit better. "you scared the shit out of me first," he uttered before pulling back ever so slightly to look you in the eyes. "are you okay?"

"yeah," you tell him, trying to inspire confidence, though your voice doesn't match your intentions. you're scared and you know he is too, but you can't be scared right now. you both need to get back to the carrier. "so, any ideas on how to get out of here?"

"i was kind of hoping you had something," rooster commented, a small grin on his lips, "there's a reason your callsign is murdock. you're our daredevil. one of your crazy plans would be great right now."

a light laugh fell from your lips as you both pulled away fully from each other. your eyes search the trees around you while you wait for inspiration to strike. then, it hits you.

"if a crazy plan is what you want," you preface, reaching for rooster's arm to pull him in the direction you were going, "then a crazy plan is what you will get."

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[nyoomfruits]

46. Confessions during an argument. Nortrell pls

“Why are you here.” It’s not a question, really. It’s a statement. An annoyed one, paired with crossed arms and a pinched mouth.

“Well, you weren’t answering my fucking texts, so,” Max says, holding up his hands as if to say ‘what else was I supposed to do’. Which. Really. What else was he supposed to do? This season has been bad. Sure, Lando won, has been winning, but the press has been brutal, putting expectations on his shoulders Lando’s never going to meet, making his mental health worse by the day.

So yeah, after last week’s race, after last week’s shit show, and with Lando not replying to his text messages for over eight hours, yeah, he’d been worried. Fucking sue him.

“I’m fine,” Lando says, defensively. He’s not fine. He’s in sweatpants and a hoodie, Quadrant branded, but they’ve seen better days. There’s a stain on the sleeve, some kind of sauces. It looks dried in. Days old, maybe. His hair is a mess, and his eyes are small. Red. Tired looking.

Aside from that, the apartment is a mess, food containers on the coffee table, cans of energy on the kitchen table, random bits of paper on the couch.

“Okay,” Max says. “Sure, yeah. Whatever. Just tell me what you want me to do, yeah?” He could clean a bit. Get Lando a proper meal. Make sure he gets some sleep. Lando sleeps better when Max is there, Max knows. He could sleep over, maybe. Make sure Lando gets some proper breakfast too.

But something seems to break in Lando, because he’s gone back to angry, to glaring. “I don’t need your help, okay, I’m fucking fine, I don’t need you to baby me and tell me to fucking eat and to sleep and fuck. You’re not my mum.”

And okay. That’s stings. He’s just. He loves Lando, yeah? He’s just trying to take care of him.

Something must show on his face, because Lando rubs a hand over his eyes, mutters out a quiet ‘fuck’. “I’m sorry,” he says. “I shouldn’t. I’m just. I don’t want to be a fucking burden, or whatever. You always having to fucking drop everything for me and shit. I really am fine.”

He still really is not. “I don’t mind,” Max says.

Lando drops his hand. “But what if I fucking want you to mind? What if I fucking want you to come in here and say this is the final fucking straw, yeah? Find someone fucking else to pick up after you or whatever. Why do you always keep showing up!”

And Max is so tired. And so worried. And so fucking utterly entirely done with tiptoeing around the real reason he’s here. “Because I’m in love with you, you muppet!”

He yells it a little too loudly, and Lando blinks, clearly trying to process what’s going on. “Oh. Well, why didn’t you say so? That. That changes everything doesn’t it?”

“Right,” Max says, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Does it?”

“Yeah,” Lando says. He seems to be getting some live back to him, bouncing on his feet a little. “Yeah, man, because like. I love you too. Am in love with you I mean, so like. That’s cool.”

Max looks at him. Wonders if he’s hallucinating. “Really?”

“Yeah,” Lando says, bouncing closer, proper excited now. “Really.”

“Neat,” Max says, unable to fight the grin that’s coming over his own face. Finding he doesn’t want to fight it at all. “We gotta do some dishes first, though. And maybe a load of laundry. Take that hoodie off, yeah?”

Lando wiggles his eyebrows at him. “Already trying to get me out of my clothes, huh? Not even going to proper wine and dine me first like a gentleman?”

Max snorts. “Laundry first. And then maybe I’ll get you some take out. Spring rolls. You know, like a gentleman.”

[maxisodenoth]

Oops, forgot to block.

But anyways, it seems like you don't understand.

Let me put it like this for you.

You have been provided links with proof [that I'm sure you didn't even touch.] And instead of bringing up any point related to them you stick to your same arguments.

I asked you a simple yes or no question, and you seem to have taken it personally. It doesn't matter to me what you think the answer is, because the answer is always no. An infertile woman is just as much of a woman as any other. We are what we want to be. Your words mean nothing to me, and other peoples identity. [which let me remind you *again* that you've been provided links in the comments which explain this stuff better than I ever could]

[And let me tell you something. Just because we can't have kids right now doesn't mean it'll remain that way in the future. I believe that something will be figured out later in the future that will allow trans-people to be able to reproduce with their new reproductive apparatuses. Whether that takes years or decades doesn't matter. It'll happen.]

You used word meanings as "arguments". May I remind you that, words were created far before any research was done on this matter? [Not exaclty sure when or how much words change but I'm almost sure it's a pretty slow process, so they might be a bit or alot outdated. Not sure though.] And that maybe instead of etymology, you should be looking at psychology, and biology? [Links in the comments~] Trying to use words meanings as arguments doesn't really work out that well when we're not talking about words but people.

[And by the way. Where is your evidence? You've been provided links explaining this stuff, yet when pressed, you only choose to go to ... a dictionary? Really?]

[Also, since you've stooped into insults let me get in on that action.]

Why do you care so much? Like really. Why does this matter that much to you? Are you that miserable that the only joy you get is by hating on other people being themselves and happy?

Look, I know it's hard to find a purpose in life, or a job, but it'd be alot easier if you stopped being a prick and just let people be themselves. There's no reason to hate people who literally don't affect you in any shape or form. They're just being themselves. Cope. [Your final reminder that there are links in the comments!~]

Or do you just refuse to grow up and understand that it doesn't matter what you say. People will be themselves and happier than you will ever be?

I am not a debator. I'm just some angry penguin on the internet. I have left my piece here. And I won't forget to block this time. May this be the last time I see your miserable blog on my feed.

And for everyone else who comes across this post, trans or otherwise. Your identity is Valid. You know yourselves better than some stranger on the internet. Or anyone who's not you. Because it's Your Identity. Not these peoples.

Do not let the hateful words of bigots make you feel bad about youself. You are the only one who can choose your identity. Not some idiots on the internet. You. And let me say this again Your identity is always valid. No matter what others say. ❤️

Goodbye. 👋

[Even if you reply to this, I'm not wasting anymore of my time on you John. You've been given links, read them. The same goes for any asshole who wants to start another argument. I do not care for you. Find someone else to deal with your bullshit.]

Facts matter. #VoteBlue

[fogged--mirror]

I am so normal about the two Jesters in the kingdom's card deck! (owen and clown). Rewritten lore analysis time!!!

Real long analysis thing under the cut, you are warned. /Some "spoilers" for both of their povs/

Funny/non analysing - both jesters have a very specific addiction that haunts them every day they are on the server (owen - trial chambers, clown - enchanting/grinding)

More serious lore stuff under the cut!

Less silly - their relationships to the kingdom is really interesting.

Surprisingly it's more similar than expected. Owen has a high position in the kingdom (royal advisor, jester /and accountant ig lol/). He is happy but feels bad after he is disregarded by the king in some way (listening to clown more etc). Was going to betray the kingdom due to this but after king's death decided to fully commit to being a part of it and help yellow.

Until something happened erm.. So it turns out his full plan was mostly set after thinking of killing the king. He wants to tear the kingdom apart (reason? hell if I know man) and his taunts against the other factions are somehow probably part of it (disband the kingdom and make the server hate them because yellow operates in - you mess with one you get the whole pack angry at you, making it difficult to like be friends with other factions?). The blue vs yellow conflict was started by him, the bridge thing was also by him.

Clown also has a high position (archmage, kinda jester). He likes his title but feels bad about being disregarded in some ways (example - Owen being more of a jester than he is so he kinda started hating him off the bat after they first met). Initially even before joining planned to betray, but after everything red has done committed to being more serious about helping his faction.

And he actually stuck to that! He fought with tr!Mocha for Ros and for everything he has done against the kingdom and won. He doesn't have anything against his faction members, tr!Sneeg and tr!Ros are his closest allies. It does not mean his loyalty to the entire kingdom but he most likely will stay if they do. He considered wiping all of green faction after tr!Mocha's death if they were going to retaliate against Ros after all.

As a character both of them are evil creatures who greatly enjoy violence and doing things for their own fun. (The whole red team joining day, Clown immediately being down to kill Pili, Owen setting up a murder plot and poking other faction being like "dang I wonder why they hate me" after). Sure they do care about the kingdom but violence is a need they always will partake in regardless of what happens after.

For both of them consequences don't exist. Owen doesn't care for his own death and loves instigating others. (it bites the whole faction back but dude does not care). And for Clown - he is capable enough to defend himself and those he cares about. Owen is all bark and no bite and Clown is all bite and no bark essentially lol.

Relationships with their kingdom members!! This is when they start to differ significantly

Ros

With Owen - he noticed the change that happened (being more murderous) and was against it at first, not fully understanding what led to it. He still thinks that Ros who wants to kill people is not her. He is wary of Aimsey and Ros's friendship and wants to make sure she is still loyal to the kingdom. His first priority is the kingdom and it's prosperity above his friendships. I personally don't think he cares all that much for tr!Ros, he saw her being close to tr!Aimsey and saw it as a liability and wanted to drag her back to the kingdom (or away from it from today's stream idk man what is wrong with him)

With Clown thought - he saw the change and was encouraging if Ros truly wanted to go all the way with it. He doesn't exactly care if her murderous nature is truly her, he would just support her if she wants to kill, he is excited for her but doesn't push her to it if it makes sense. He was surprised that she killed Aimsey or the falling out if yellow and blue faction. But still his first priority is Ros. Despite being loyal to the kingdom he values his friendship with her significantly more. If Ros straight up leaves after the shit tr!Owen pulled there is like 90% chance tr!Clown would ban tr!Owen off the server and join Ros in wherever she goes next.

Foolish and Sneeg

This is a fun one. Two people closest to them (for Clown after Ros but shh)

Foolish and Owen - King and royal advisor! Gonna be honest probably tr!Owen's closest friendship in the kingdom. For good reason but still, he respects his king and holds him in high regard. But also he knows the king is swayed easily and wants to reel him in most of the time to focus only on their faction instead of the whole server. Tr!Foolish is incredibly skilled in solving things diplomatically or lowering the tension in the room. Tr!Owen is a polar opposite, he wants conflict and chaos and due to tr!Foolish's nature he pushes him to be less forgiving.

Sneeg and Clown - Theeese guys. They are pretty similar in their grinding addiction so they get along well and descended into banter after the alchemy grind. Most recently I think tr!Sneeg is tr!Clown's other closest friend. He asked for his help for if the aftermath of the fight with tr!Mocha went wrong and trusts him more than the other kingdom members. Honestly if tr!Ros left I think it could drag tr!Sneeg to be with the two of them on wherever tr!Clown and tr!Ros go next (please please please I would be so sad if not, Clown please bring a guy you got divorced from with you and Ros on the "Owen got what he wanted so we are leaving" field trip please)

Clown and Owen's relationship with each other!

Despite barely interacting (Clown stop eating bottles please log in and hang out with people once I am begging on my knees). They are basically each others least favourite person in the kingdom.

The kingdom of fools is known for their loyalty and protectiveness of each other, it's basically their whole thing, if you beat up one there is a 90% chance the others will hold a grudge too.

Except Clown and Owen. Sure if Owen got killed Clown would most likely kill those who did if the kingdom wants it, not for tr!Owen but for the faction (or the love of killing people for fun yknow). And if someone is mean to tr!Clown tr!Owen would just instigate with them or don't help, let's be so real.

Their fundamental differences are - the power they possess (Clown's is the physical ability to protect himself + being not that involved in the drama, mostly just going along with his faction, Owen's is mostly his words and influence in the kingdom despite being the weakest in terms of physical strength). And the relationship to the kingdom. Owen puts it above personal relationships and Clown is the complete opposite.

tr!Clown's goals are - Protect people he cares about first and everything else after, he would not care if the kingdom disbanded tomorrow, he would just grab the two people he likes and don't ever look back, there is not much there for him. He barely cares for control over the whole kingdom if at all. Yes he likes bloodshed he can cause by slaying the enemies of the kingdom but he can do the same if it wasn't there. He doesn't care for anything other than the people he holds close and he wants to do his best to protect them. He is chaotic, yes, but it is a heavily controlled chaos, murder is fun for him but I doubt he would do what tr!Owen does when trying to cause it. He doesn't really care about mind games and is the first to jump to violence, it's the thing he knows best and can use to his advantage easiest.

tr!Owen's goals are most likely (I don't know what this man is planning so I am taking a best guess I have) - Power and control over the kingdom above the people in it (if he has to get rid of those who don't listen to his words blindly - he will, no hesitation). Or just chaos he can cause to have his fun. He is not weighted down by his relationships with others. Yes, he appears friendly to his faction but he is not that close to them. He doesn't care for death either and can do whatever he wants with no downside, his loyalty to the kingdom is mostly him playing cards he was given. If the kingdom disbanded tomorrow he would lose a lot I think. His strongest suit is his words and manipulation and by god does he use them.

They started out more or less the same (only different in the weapons they use) but it changed completely after a certain time. Two jesters in the kingdom's deck! One is loyal, the other wants to tear it down.

\silly rambles part - Also if they ever teamed up it would be so over for the server (a person with nothing to lose who would be extremely down to taunt anyone without a care for what comes after. And a person who wants to protect those he cares about and who could back it up if it's ever needed by destroying anyone who fell for a taunt). This has a REALLY LOW, next to 0 chance of happening but I am begging on my knees for it to happen, it would be so funny, jester duo come back to me I miss you.....\

\realistically tr!Owen kinda does not need close allies to get what he wants and tr!Clown cares for tr!Ros and would beat tr!Owen into paste because he was mean to her before ever trusting him enough to be protective over him lmao\

Thas kinda it idk how to end it. Erm subscribe for more bangers, I am usually this normal about characters who barely interact on a cube smp yerp.

[lukie17]

The Next Morning

Part two of

Caleb woke up looking for your figure next to him but he only found a cold empty space. Confusion was replaced by worry as he heard your cries coming from the bathroom, Caleb rushed to the restroom as anxiety cling on to him. Had he done something to hurt you? Was he too intense the night before? Why were you crying?

He felt his soul left his body as he saw you in the shower, cleaning your body until you left a red impression on your skin.

"Pipsqueak?" Caleb saw you jump but you did not turn to see him "Tell me was wrong" He did not understand what he did wrong, yesterday you were desperate for him in the same way he had been ever since he was a teenager. In your eyes Caleb could see the wave of emotions that were plaguing you: regret, fear and even pain.

Stupid idiot, he should have know better, he should have know you better. He should have stopped you, wait for you until your head was not acting out of instinct and anxiety. Slowly, as if he were testing troublesome waters, Caleb stepped into the shower. You were not running away, but you weren't looking at him, it pain him how you flinched when he raised his arm to turn off the shower.

"I am sorry" his movements fast and swift as he used a towel to envolve you "Forgive me, pipsqueak. I should have know"

Swoly his arms moved to your body, waiting for your rejection, when it never came he pressed himself closer to you. His hands drawing soothing patterns in the skin of your arms, letting you cry until you decided to face him. Unable to resist the urgency of his touch, your body betrayed you and you his in Caleb's chest, the same way you used to whenever you had a nightmare or were scared. It felt like home.

"I am sorry" your apology did nothing to tame Caleb's anxiety. Gently he lifted your chin until your eyes meet each other's "I didn't mean to... I got anxious... I didn't want to lose you. I had to do something to make sure you would never go" your hands grabbed his face digging your fingers on his cheeks "I cannot loose you again. I can't lose my Caleb" desesperation filling your voice.

How was he supposed to react? Caleb had loved every second you were clinging on to him, but was that one the only reason? Is that the way you saw what you have done? It hurted him, he had loved you for years, yearning and waiting for an opportunity, waiting for you to feel at least a fraction of what he felt for you to not olose the Caleb you once knew. The possessive part of him, that he tried to buried, made his way to the surface, his big frame towering your small one until you were merely a breath away.

"What?" Disappointment and anger filled his voice "Is that what it was?" His fingers make his way to your throat "Is this some mean to keep your gege?"

"Caleb? I didn't mean"

"Fuck" his embrace holding you even tighter "Do you regret it? I need to know" Caleb last thread of patience had spanned "If you regret, if you think was a mistake, tell me now. We can go back to where it was... I can be your gege again, but please don't give me hope for you to just take away..."

For the second time your hand met his cheek, leaving and angry mark, this time a bruise would form. Pushing him on the mattress, you straddled on his lap, your hands covering his mouth.

"I regret it the way it happened! I regret that I acted out of fear and anxiety and not out of love!" Tears falling on his body, how he wanted to brush them away but he was unable to move "I regret that I did not wait until your last name was mine, to cross that line before our promise"

Promise? What promise? He didn't know what you were talking about, he made sure to remember every singles promise that he had made to you, yet he was unsure about what you were referring to

"Dummy!" A smile making a way to your face. Freeing his mouth, you slapped him on the chest "You have forgotten, don't you?" Bringing your hands together in a pinkie promise you looked at him "I, MC, swear that will be the bride of Caleb..."

Memories flooded his mind, a hot summer and falling trees. Two kids with scrapped knees and full of mud. A warm breeze ruffling their hairs as they leaned together, a pinky promise taking place.

"...I, Caleb will be your broom, to protect you and shield you..." the anger and desesperation going away "... Together forever..." your voices mixing together "Caleb and MC will be married together"

"Dummy" even though you laughed, the tears kept falling from your eyes "Dummy, dummy, dummy..."

"I am such a fool" Gently, Caleb pulled you closer, whipping away your tears "I am so sorry, pipsqueak" his own vision becoming blurry "I forgot... I won't forget again.. I am so sorry...I should have know..."

Your hand rested on the crook of his neck, tracing patterns in the burn scar's in his chest, unable to say something else. Fear, anger, happiness, relief among other feelings were running free inside of you, but the steady beat of living heart calmed you down, Caleb was alive, Caleb was back.

Caleb's was battling against his own feelings, Caleb knew that you regreted what you have done, but you didn't hate him, and for that moment it was enough. Soon, you would need to address the feelings that you both had, to navigate where you were going from now on, but in that peaceful moment there was nothing that the both of you dared to say. Caleb was going to make sure that no one would tear him away from him, not again.

[mecub]

Is it normal to feel angry when the people around you fall in love? Like, I love my friends and I’m happy and proud that their crushes worked out and they have partners, and it’s not like they’re leaving me behind at all, but I’m angry for some reason?

Maybe it’s because they have something I literally can’t have? I’m ok with not having a romantic partner ever, but maybe less ok than I thought?

[old-skyguy]

Every time I see people reduce Franziska von Karma to "haha bitchy immature lady with a whip" I get viscerally angry.

[domesticatedmeatpig]

nobody talks about the implication of dog breeds existing in an anthro society.or just any domestic animals. It should be discussed. How does it work????????????????

[stardustdiiving]

I notice Nahida is portrayed as frustrated or scolding of other characters (usually Wanderer) in fanon often but to be honest I don’t think Nahida really has that much of a temper where she defaults to that sort of thing very much….She can be angry and firm as needed but I really don’t think that’s her first instinct on how to assert herself in a lot of cases.

She instead really strikes me as someone who primarily gets upset when it’s on behalf of other people or someone embodying ideas she finds very devoid of care and compassion for others….but struggles to really be angry on her own behalf. Like, it’s pointed out it’s only until she’s actively being rescued that she finally says she’s angry at the Sages, and while she is openly angry then we see later everyone comments on how they seem to have gotten off days, which I touched on in this post and feel u can infer from that this idea Nahida struggles to be harsh even towards to the people who kept her in a cage for 500 years—which makes when u see how much she rationalizes being treated like this earlier on. She ultimately seems more concerned with the Sages mistreatment of her people vs their mistreatment of Nahida herself.

This feels consistent to why she seems pretty visibly disgusted with Dottore when they have their negotiation. Dottore is more or less an antithesis to everything she believes about wisdom and embodies a lot of malice and cruelty that Nahida would be really disturbed by. I personally like to write her lack of a temper in some areas as something that seems almost troubling — bc on one hand she’s very forgiving and kind despite through being a lot, but on the other this seems like it might be rooted in just genuinely not allowing herself to be angry to protect herself. But yeah overall I think unless you’re really causing an issue Nahida is more likely to give you a kind of frazzled sad puppy look and very politely ask you to be better as opposed to hitting you with a sandal or scolding you for it

In the case of her relationship with Wanderer specifically I’ve like, talked about how I feel people overlook the fact Wanderer makes a genuine effort to cooperate with Nahida and doesn’t really fight with her much…so i don’t think they’re often bickering with each other to the point Nahida has to get really firm with him. She seems to have a pretty interesting amount of patience with him especially post AQ, which again I think is helped by the fact Wanderer is genuinely trying to cooperate and she sees that. We do see her ask Traveler + Scaramouche to stop bickering in Inversion of Genesis but she is in my opinion very polite and at most a bit awkward about it, not scolding or irritated

[stxrfclls]

nerina  only  rolls  her  eyes,  she's  not  going  to  continue  to  argue  when  alina  is  right,  but  nor  will  she  let  the  conversation  continue  when  she's  wrong.  love  was  such  a  foreign  concept  to  the  dragomirs,  she  wasn't  sure  how  to  manage  it  nor  navigate.  the  relationships  with  her  siblings  alone  was  enough  to  prove  that,  estranged  or  mended  but  never  perfected.  she  and  alina  may  be  closer  now,  but  their  inability  to  have  a  healthy  relationship  in  their  childhoods  was  only  another  tally  in  the  category  of  a  broken  home  and  incomplete  heart.  nerina  lets  her  sisters  words  settle  in  her  mind,  beginning  to  reply  before  she  hears  daxton's  name.  she  sighs,  wishing  to  be  angry  but  she  can't.  alina  has  to  be  careful  due  to  her  position,  but  nerina  hopes  this  is  also  because  she  simply  cares  for  her  sister.  no,  she  knows  that  to  be  true.  "  daxton  also  said  i  should  not  be  worried  about  you  with  cedrian.  "  admits  the  younger  dragomir.  she'd  cornered  the  spymaster  and  demanded  facts,  worried  for  her  sister  and  pushing  into  the  relationship  he  held  with  alina.  she  had  no  regrets,  she  suspected  neither  did  alina.  but  having  her  approval  was  important,  she  couldn't  be  with  someone  her  sister  didn't  like.  "  no,  i  think  you  two  need  to  meet  alone.  "  any  man  who  could  not  withstand  alina  on  their  own  feet  wasn't  strong  enough  to  deal  with  the  summer  pirate.  she  had  no  doubt  alistair  could  handle  himself.  "  another  who  is  tethered  to  his  own  court,  no  less.  "

"  need  i  remind  you  my  ship  is  home  to  heathens  and  immature  fae  alike  ?  "  parrots  the  younger  summer  lady.  she  doesn't  stick  her  tongue  out  though,  even  if  she  wants  to.  a  nod,  "  next  time  i  sail  i  shall  send  for  you,  drag  you  to  take  the  long  way  to  the  day  court  with  me.  "  since  now  they  both  had  reason  to  visit.  if  only  they  had  portals,  it  would  be  far  too  good  of  an  addition  in  their  world.  perhaps  one  day,  the  magic  was  rewriting  all  they  thought  they  knew.  "  talk  to  them,  lina.  get  to  know  them.  you  won't  go  in  expecting  them  to  call  you  mom,  just  be  yourself  plus  a  little  sweeter.  "  the  latter  is  a  bit  of  a  tease,  she  knows  that  alina  is  capable  of  being  softer  around  children.  look  at  how  she  is  with  her  own  sister  as  compared  to  other  members  of  their  court.  "  then  it  is  settled,  we  shall  make  it  a  date.  "  even  if  she  were  more  pirate  than  lady  most  of  her  life,  nerina  actually  adored  children.  a  shrug,  the  summer  lady  doesn't  want  to  argue,  but  she  needs  her  point  to  be  heard.  "  when  he's  able,  but  that  is  far  less  than  now.  it's  still  something  i  am  happy  to  do.  "  because  she'd  rather  be  with  him,  and  she  knew  her  sister  could  figure  it  out.  nerina's  nose  wrinkles,  she  can't  really  explain  why,  but  the  reaction  is  had  all  the  same.  "  i  agree,  and  she's  always  been  the  most  innocent  of  all  of  us.  "  something  that  made  being  an  emissary  difficult.  ner  also  wondered  what  her  sister  was  doing  with  the  high  lord  of  this  court,  a  feeling  in  her  bones  she  does  not  bring  up  now.  she'd  seen  them  at  the  festival,  chose  to  leave  it  be  for  now  until  jules  spoke  up.  if  she  ever  did.  "  i  think  we  both  have  a  lot  to  think  about  lina,  because  we  both  deserve  happiness  even  with  the  bits  our  father  ruined.  "

END.

"you, indeed, are." truly with dragomirs as a whole, save for lavinia perhaps, the matters of heart was in essence the blinding leading the blind. alina could advise her sister on almost anything, save for affairs of the heart. it had taken the high lady far too long to allow herself to admit she had developed feelings for cedrian, and then some to realize she loves him. still, she holds the belief that ner understood these feelings far better than her elder sister ever could. for the younger fae, it was fear of falling and not having it reciprocated - that was far more frightening. "what matters is what comes with such hubris. i also believe you've discovered that as well with him." she met the younger dragomir's gaze, with her softened ones, "he does. and at the risk of you being cross with me, i had daxton look into him." she pauses, "i don't discredit your judgement, but you know well me enough that i would pry into anyone who wishes to be involved with my siblings. your commander is a good man." while ner does not admit to her feelings directly, alina had surmised enough, if her sister hadn't fallen for him, she was beginning to. ner knew what her commander meant to her, only that she struggled to admit it out loud to herself. "if he's sincere , then he has no reason to fear me. you may watch if you wish." there was mirth dancing in the high lady's gaze. "it's a curious look on you, becoming - never tethering yourself, not even to our home, but now to another."

"need i remind you're also a captain, and such antics are beneath you." alina knew that would simply earn her another eye roll. the jest falls wayside as ner returns the sentiments, and the elder simply allows herself to relish in the warmth that evaded her for so long concerning her sibling. "as am i." she dares to hope that when they returned home, the hallways of adriata palace would not be silent, they would be filled with the vibrant chatters of her siblings. "perhaps when time permits, i may be able to." how often had she wondered what it would be like to sail the seas past adriata with ner? ner's request of revealing her feels to the day high lord was ever daunting, "i will consider it." a response to soothe her sister's worry. "children are more observant then we give them credit for, i don't wish for them to think i am inserting myself into their lives. you forget i have not been around children, not even our younger siblings, i scarcely was able to hold them as toddlers or play with them as children." it was one of those times it was a stinging reminder how much she missed out with her own siblings. ner's offer has her take a beat of pause, grateful that the other was keen on this, "i would like that, and they will like meeting you." that she had no doubt of, they would find ner far more palatable than alina. she wouldn't deny she did wish to meet them, each time ced spoke of them, it was as if she knew them without ever meeting them. "he would travel with you as he's able, and i have no qualms in making sacrifices for him, without compromising my duties." how was she to explain, she does not wish for ced to do so for her? " thank you. i fear jules is far too distracted." in an emissary it was concerning, given their situation. there is relief that for now, ner drops the subject, and it was not her questions that bothered in her any form, it was that alina was even far more afraid than her sister thought her capable. alina also knew, she could not avoid having a frank discussion with cedrian for long now. "i will say this, i am taking all of your wise words into consideration as you are with mine. i do not know of love, but i read others well, so, i know, alistair will not break your heart."

[brionysea]

i see the potential for a dick and jason reverse robins au. jason staying on the good kid track from his childhood and being put on a pedestal despite still having so many issues, and then pre-teen dick grayson shows up; problem child, keeps running away from juvie and foster homes because he's lusting for murder, filled with rage and plastering a feral smile on top of it all--which jason can't even comprehend because he's so fundamentally authentic with his emotions at any given moment--and above all, making jason cry with laughter because of the look on bruce's face when he sees dick on the chandelier. it's perfectly backwards. i'm obsessed

[sapphic-cultureis]

Trans sapphic culture is feeling very protective of your younger trans sapphic coworker

[billy-babs]

If i’m being honest, I don’t think harry would be the cheerful happy guy that he is in canon and fics. I think growing up with the dursleys he’d actually be a really angry kid and be really bad at socialising and have like no friends. i think it would be more fitting characterisation of him and also create a deeper character who was actually affected by his childhood and environment.

anyways, just putting it out there. i believe in angry harry 💗