#(to be fair my memory sucks and maybe the me that i am is not the me who drew that. aka haha disorders that are structurally

[featherymuffink]

I've been told this looks more like a grandma than Belos lmao

This is from like September I think and I wanted to doodle Belos in a historical dress but uh failed to account for the size of my canvas and also please ignore that I was too lazy to draw anything resembling a background and pasted in a bubble.

[bucks-babe]

More Virgin Bucky

Pairing: Virgin!Bucky 

Summary: Bucky jerks off to the memory of your movie night

Word Count: ~900

Warnings: male masturbation, mention of past blowjob, Bucky is a horny boy, reader is not in this one but he thinks about them

A/N: The part two that a lot of yall wanted. Am I a tease? Yes. Bucky does not lose his v-card in this one. BUT I will write a part three I promise. I want to corrupt this man so bad. Also, I wrote this in like an hour sooo. Part of the Virgin!Bucky series but can be read alone

One week. Actually eight days and five hours, but Bucky is the only one counting. That’s how long it's been since you sucked the sense out of your boyfriend. It has taken every ounce of control Bucky has to not ask you to do it again. It’s all he thinks about ever since that night.

He would be embarrassed if you knew, but in all fairness, you did this to him. You effectively made him malfunction. Bucky has been fucking his fist practally every night, replaying the best moment of his life. How your mouth wrapped around him perfectly, the slight gagging sounds, and don’t even get him started on how you looked up at him. 

And when you told him to cum in your mouth? Fuck! His cock pulses at the memory. Bucky is a greedy man - he wants more. He wants you to suck his cock again, maybe you’ll suck on his ball this time, get them all wet and slobbery, make him cum without even touching his cock. 

For the past few days of his incessant horniness, he’s been thinking about something else, too. It always starts out with you, his throbbing cock in your mouth, but there is a shift, you on the bed with his head between your legs. He never gets very far into this fantasy before he cums all over his hand and chest. Something about eating you out has him cumming in seconds.

But Bucky can’t bring himself to ask for what he wants. He’s too embarrassed; no one in the 40’s ever talked about eating their girl’s pussy. He wasn’t completely ignorant to the fact that women’s pleasure wasn’t important to men back then, but Bucky didn’t know if what he wanted was normal, and he sure as hell wasn’t going to ask.

As he lies in bed, once again Bucky feels his cock harden in his pants. Luckily for his pride, he’s alone in bed, and nothing is stopping his flesh hand from inching toward his crotch. His balls are so heavy and full even though he jerked himself off twice the night before, cumming so much he had to change the sheets. 

Grabbing his erection, Bucky hissed in pleasure. No matter how many times he’s touched himself this past week, he is still a sensitive baby when it comes to his cock. “Fuck, doll, touch my cock, just like that.” Bucky lets his mind wander to his go to fantasy. He imagines you between his legs, that the hand rubbing his dick is your soft palms and not his callused one.

His hips jerk off the bed, chasing friction of his hand through his boxers. “Go ahead, doll, take it out.” When you aren’t there, Bucky is in charge, making himself feel good, directing you in his fantasy. But can’t help himself but let you take charge when he’s with you. He just gets so nervous, not wanting to let you down and never experiencing pleasure so intense. 

He’s trying to take this slow, drawing his pleasure out, but, hell, you make him so damn horny that he just can’t help but push his boxers down to his thighs, past his heavy balls, and ignores the wet spot on his underwear from his weeping head.

Using his precum, Bucky wraps his hand around his head and slowly pulls his hand down to his base. “Oh, God! Just like that!” He has to squeeze his base to stop himself from cumming at the first stroke of this hand.

Scrambling, he pushes his boxers down to his ankles and spreads his legs, “doll, touch my balls, get them nice and wet.” His metal hand cups his ever growing sack, “shit, yeah that feels fucking great! You feel how heavy they are? All that cum is going down your throat tonight. You hear me, doll?” 

With his metal hand still on his balls, he uses his flesh hand on his cock, imagining your lips instead, you slobbering over his cock, not his precum lubing it. “So good with your mouth, you know that? You’re such a fucking slut.” His thumb traces over the thick vein right under the head of this cock and has Bucky calling you a slut, something he didn’t even know he’d be into, but once that image was in his head he had to take his hand off his cock; he didn’t want to cum just yet. Not when he just started.

Taking deep breaths, Bucky tries to calm himself down, but imaginary you climbs up his body and Bucky knows this is the end. “Sit on my face, doll, and let me eat your pussy.” He closes his eyes for this part, because Bucky has never seen your pussy before, he wonders if you are sporting a bush like the women in his old porn mags did, or if you shave, or wax, Bucky doesn’t give a shit. 

He’s never tasted a cunt before, and has nothing to base it on, but the thought of your entire weight on his face, smothering him with your pussy, makes the most pornographic moan leave his mouth and cum shoots out of his tip without him touching it.

He cums for what feels like minutes before he finally stops and he lays back against his pillow, not having the energy to clean himself off before he falls asleep. He needs to taste your pussy and soon. 

[1eoness]

professor!re4r leon fucking u.. i think (or at least wanting to fuck u)

cw content : leon size kink kennedy (jk) | sub-afab-fem-reader and dom!leon kennedy | age gap(ur 22 he's 27), leon masturbating, penetration, slightly weird ooc leon ♡

[to clarify, i am 18. anyone <18 and anyone >18 uncomfortable with interacting pls dni]

authors note bc i love rambling; btw i'm writing this in public at some boba cafe can u believe that lol im literally supposed to be studying but hwatever fuck it leon make me go blaahhhhhh. btw what do i call this? a fic?blurb?drabble? idklmfao by the way i have NO idea on how to write professor x reader shit so im sorrhy if this sucks ass.

synopsis : conflicted and flustered professor!leon kennedy of your local college struggles to improve his class' average because students like you—incompetent, airheaded, spoiled and klutzy— make it difficult for him :(

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you heard the rustling of laptop bags and stationery as leon's students left for that morning lecture. though, they moved slow and drowsy; for leon is sure nowadays this generation can't afford to wake up at 6:00 in the morning to prepare for a 7 a.m. lecture on "deviance and crime control."

especially you.

kennedy is a sharp man. he harps on students even if they get a B on any assignment, but he swears it's on his tough love (to which a lot of students aren't really aware of, just that they know this stoic pretty-face of a man has high standards.)

he is also keen on attendance. something girls like you seem to take lightly. it was absurd, really. most professors don't give a shit, do they?

it would've been fine with leon if you missed lectures even twice a week as long as you emphasized your understanding of his lessons through putting stellar effort on your schoolwork. but the best you've gotten on his class was a B- drawing close to a C+.

so, he needs to have a chat with you. urgently.

"l/n, i need to speak with you." leon spoke, confrontative as his black jeans peered from your right peripheral vision. he stood tall beside the edge of the table where you sat. jesus, was he trying to give you a heart attack? (he always had this habit, he'd just pop out of nowhere. he has silent feet.)

yes, you may have missed his lectures from monday to thursday to go to macedonia with your family: but if leon were given the opportunity for a vacation he would snag it too, right?

you looked up at the young professor, wide-eyed and a bit intimidated. what the hell did you do this time? you closed your laptop, gave leon your full attention. leon has also noticed this about you; you're quick to pay attention but you have the memory span of a dumb rabbit. maybe even the IQ of one too, if leon was rude enough.

so you sat there, hands on your lap as you fiddled with the pleats of your blue plaid skirt. the color makes his heart beat a little—he loves the color blue. and the way it looked on you... wait, no. what the hell was he thinking?

"you couldn't even spare the few minutes to e-mail me that you'd be missing four- four, of my classes in one week." he emphasized with a slate tone, and the way his eyes peered down at you added that he needed your reasoning of the situation. he'd love to hear what you had to say for yourself. "i had to talk to your friend, ashley, for some clarification. even the president's daughter has the dignity to show up to my class with a verbal apology." leon scolded as his fingertips met the pages of your notebook. did you even care about his classes? :(

much to your chagrin, your lips were pressed in sheepish silence. hopeless, even. you didn't even have anything to say for yourself? how pitiable.

you simply can't miss class, that wasn't right! just because you thought you could hide in the shadows amidst leon's collective of 73 students (yes he counts), you aren't out of his eyes. in fact, you stood out to him even if you were just an incompetent scholar.

he sighed at your silence. "fair enough, an apology can't compensate for your lack of presence or decorum." he then placed your paper on the desk, you had gotten a D. you were never a bad student but this was your first D ever! your eyes widened and he caught on even though he could only see the crown of your hair. "surprised? because i'm not." leon uttered flatly while his pale fingers flipped through the papers right in front of you. you even spotted a few contractions— when did you even pass this?!

but you weren't a bad girl to him, no. you were capable of shame and guilt. you looked sideways, unable to meet his eyes and training your vision to the floor. you felt low, disappointing a professor that gave you numerous chances to break out of your awkward shell.

"you're a smart girl, you know that?" he finally sighed softly. he wanted you to look at him, make him another promise that you'll start putting effort in his class. he needed to maintain his class's average or else he'd prove he was an inept professor, and he can't do that when he lets 'students like you' get away with shabby attendance and subpar schoolwork. "i don't just give students chances. but that doesn't make you special." and it was true—he's voluntarily failed 6 of his students before. "you'll do something about this, right?"

"yes, professor kennedy.." you muttered modestly.

"hmm?" he hummed inquisitively as he took your paper back. he was willing to give you a chance. "listen to me. i'll give you the chance to redo your paper. i know when students rush their work and if i see even a hint of redundancy in it—i will take all my chances back. and you are never taking absences from my class. i don't want you entering even a minute late, or leaving a second early. i hope we're clear, l/n."

naturally, you were scared. so you nodded up at him after countless confirmations that you will do you work and that you'll show up to class no matter what. he has to use your word against you, he's sorry but it's for your own good.

once he was satisfied, he gave you a nod and turned his side, dismissing you. after all, leon was a busy man. you're not his only student.

it was when you walked out the building and then 20 minutes away from it that you felt like crying. you hated being scolded by him :( but just when you were about to go through your bag for your handkerchief, you were stuck with an inconvenient realization. you forgot your handkerchief.

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leon just stared at the table where you sat from just now, backpack strap over his shoulders since he was just about to leave. he gripped onto either of them slowly as he stared down at your handkerchief in contemplation.

a twofold baby-blue hankie embedded with a subtle floral print. tentatively, he picks it up with his hand and examines it. for a minute his mind went blank, conflicting between chasing you and just returning it to you or to leave it by the lecture podium for her to retrieve tomorrow (when you hopefully attend his lesson again.)

..but blue was his favorite color.

"damn it." leon, with a barely audible mutter, shoved the handkerchief in his jacket pocket. he felt like the most guilty man in the world, poor boy.

...

leon sighed.

he wasn't celibate.

his hormones were in shambles once he got to his place. perhaps part of it was because he knew he hasn't graded the recent tests yet.

manspreading, tie loose, shirt stuffy and jeans undone while his hair wisped in slightly disheveled directions. cold breaths followed out his pretty mouth.

"nnn..fuck.. uhh-" leon whimpered into the baby blue cloth, laced with your perfume. he felt so guilty, so perverted. he shuddered every time he could see over the edges of the cloth, seeing his cream-leaking tip from previous orgasms spurt teasingly. "ahh- fuuuck, p-please-"

his grunts were high. he was close to crying, staining your pretty handkerchief with guilty-pleasure-ridden tears. spilled milk, it trailed down his pretty shaft as he pumped it over and over. his motive was you— you were just so fucking stupid and had so much naivete, it absolutely vexed him knowing how endearing you were.

until a slip of leon's mouth surprised him, earning a small squeak from him as he accidentally muffled your name in your cloth. "fuck, y/n- a-ahh.. u-uhh..hmfff.." he was frustrated; whining and cumming while his mind stirred with the thought of you and your pretty eyes and the photographic memory of your dumbstricken face.

he gave out a tired whine into the cloth, so, so close to crying his frustrations out. he just wanted to eat you. christ, and he was so hard for you it made his head ache..

he could only watch his girth that pulsed with white. he pried the sweet handkerchief off his lips, breathing roughly and wiping his tears. he felt so, so sorry for you. the color of the cloth looked exactly like the skirt you wore yesterday. and yet to top it off, he (ashamedly) wiped his cum off with your dainty cloth. oh, he's so sorry..

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he didn't want to come to this point. or maybe he did and god was force-feeding him with culpability (he's atheist). he offered once to tutor you personally. one-on-one, no distractions. and so suddenly, someone's skirt was on his clean carpet floor..

your blouse draped over your shoulder and was pulled above your bra carelessly. he handled you with so much ease, squishing you into position while he tried to slowly push his thick length into your syrupy hole. you bit the knuckle of your thumb, and whimpered timidly that he was too big. but look where you were now.

"fuck- you're so- you feel so good.. shut up and take it all, yeah?.. hmmff-" there leon goes, harping you again. you were so loud but it wasn't even your fault, not when he was pistoning his cock into you and paying no hesitation to his pace. you were simply too sweet for him not to please. "sweetheart, hold onto me.." he mutters.

he was pushing every squeak and cute little wail out of his pathetic student, rutting his tip into that spot. "n-nnghh- aah!~" you were running low on words.

"yeah?- mhmm...ffuck, right here? huh?" the feeling of him thrusting against that spongy part more and more sent your mind further into autopilot. you were past squirming around and pushing him away, you just had to take it.. and take it.. and you were doing so good ♡.

"l-leoonn.. m-mm!- fffeels t-too good-" you babbled, mind stuffy with the pleasurably-shameful feeling of being gorged with your professor's thick girth. he shuddered at the way you uttered his name so adoringly. to leon you were so dirty but so, so cute. he had you puddled into tears beneath him while he fucked into your cute little hole with fervor. he just wanted to stuff you full, make you his, adore you forever.

he whined softly into your shoulder. you kept clenching down on him and it made him impossible to think. his phone was ringing on his bedside but he doesn't even give a shit—if anything he tried to drown it out by thrusting into you faster, to which made him lament into your skin. he even adjusted your hips up impossibly further.

"l-leeonn, n-no..— n-no more, please!!-" you blabbered adorably, voice mumbly and whiny as you clawed at his shoulders or back— you didn't know anymore.

"shhh shh.." he cooed over your cries with a quiet and honeyed voice, planting a soft kiss to where he could reach on your face or head. "i know, i know, it feels so good, hm?.. just let it feel good, baby—ahh, fuck-.. uhh..." he moaned lowly into your shoulder, unable to stop the way he rutted his cock into your creamed-up cunt. you seemed to be enjoying it, so why were you complaining? leon thinks to himself smugly but he knows he can't act on his pride. after all you made him like this—submitting to his carnal urges...

you didn't wanna cum a third time, huh? silly little girl.

leon growled quietly into the crook where your neck and shoulder met. you've never heard that sound from him. he held you down, constraining you, and squished you further into his mattress. a helpless and surprised yelp lolled out your tongue as he went impossibly quicker while he cursed like he was about to break down in tears. leon was mercilessly grinding his cock into all your sensitive spots, not letting your pleas of retort contest him. "fuckfuck- u-uhhh, take it, baby, c'mon... do it f'me, it's gonna feel so good-.. ahh!-"

he couldn't even finish his sentence—just piping his cum in you roughly as if he were proving a point, growling whinily along the way. he even kept fucking you shallowly while you were a dumb, sniffling mess with no sense of self-assertion as you creamed all over his shaft uncontrollably a third time. consecutive and quiet whimpers could be heard from you while you soaked in your overstimulation, needing him desperately to reassure you again through the overbearing pleasure of being pushed past what your cunny can handle.

"poor baby." he muttered to himself breathily as he gave the last of his tired, frustrated thrusts and pulled out of you; giving you the time to breathe while he pats your hair down comfortingly. his fluttering eyes finally closed as his head found refuge in your neck, slightly limp with exhaustion as he huffed cold breaths on the wet patches of your skin.

he pulled his head away after a minute of regaining what's left of his strength. leon looked down at you with subtle puppylike eyes, like he was sorry for ever being so harsh on you; even before he fucked the shit out of you. you quietly took your handkerchief to wipe some sweat off his neck— and his cheeks went a little rosy, remembering what he did to it that day you "lost" it ♡.

seems detergent can't wash something like lust away!

[maeamian]

Not sure I'm the exact right person for this oral history, but since the birdsite is imploding and advertisers might fucking try some shit over here it's a good time for all of us to remember everyone's favorite meme: "John C Miller, CEO and President of the Denny's Corporation, is a Capitalist Running Dog and his wealth must be seized and redistributed to the people”

Back in '16 or so, Denny's had a reasonably large presence on this site, from a non-artistic standpoint it's fair to say that whoever was running that blog did a pretty good job of keeping up to date on the current memes and staying relevant. Many of us, myself included, kinda just got used to them being here and let it happen, gave it little thought, maybe gave it a chuckle from time to time. At some point someone was like 'actually it sucks that a major corporation is trying to hang out with us and be our friend, they were, of course, absolutely right, and their genius response was to create a meme that they couldn't fucking coopt, hence "John C Miller, CEO and President of the Denny's Corporation, is a Capitalist Running Dog and his wealth must be seized and redistributed to the people" became the fun new thing.

"Coopt this you old so and so" was the idea and it worked pretty well, they did try it, but in a way that clearly was dancing around the central premise everyone knew they wouldn't be able to engage with. They stuck around for a little while longer, but it was clearly a major turning point in their ability to use this site to hang out with us, a good thing.

The point, as advertisers try to find new, less feral places to spend their advertising budgets, is that we don't have to just ignore them, that's a good start, but we can bite their fucking hands if they try it. We do not have to play nice with advertisers trying to be our friends, we can be feral.

Anyhow, I definitely am not positive I've gotten every detail right, so if there's any major corrections anyone needs to add, feel free, memedoccumentation had a post about it that helped me refresh my memory although my analysis of aspects differ from this point in history, as it were, but if you want to read up a bit more this is a solid starting point that has some fun examples

[fieldofdaisiies]

Azriel x Reader | Crazy Stupid Love pt. 2

type: angsty, fluffy warning(s): curse words word count: 2.3k summary: as it has been requested, here is part two for CSL

–all rights reserved–

“We should talk.”

The words still hollow through your mind, his voice, the deep tenor reverberating through your body. You cannot meet his gaze. Your eyes are focused on fingers, toying with the skin around your nails. 

“Azriel.” Her chin held high, Elain looks down her nose at the shadowsinger. She deigns him only this short glance, before getting up and her linking her arm with Lucien’s, leading him towards the door. “If you need me, or us, call, but we will give you some space now,” the middle Archeron sister tells you, looking at you over her shoulder. A warm, thankful smile spreads over your face and you give your head a little nod. “Thank you,” you whisper which she returns with an assuring smile.

They depart, closing the door behind them and you want a hole in the ground to appear and suck you in. You can barely stand the tension in the room and think that the moment Azriel sits down next to you he is not breathing, somehow feeling as uneasy as you are. 

For a long moment —one could almost cut the tension with a knife— neither of you says anything. It is calm—too calm and you feel like your are getting suffocated. Luckily, Azriel ends the dreadful silence, speaking up, his voice shaky, his hands trembling in his lap.

“Why did you leave so abruptly?”

Ugh, out of all questions he has to ask this. Obviously, you would have asked the same. Still you hate it and ponder for a moment, searching in your brain to find the right words to say. 

“I just wanted to get out for a bit,” you say, lips pressed in a thin line and a gloomy and not at all convincing expression on your face. 

“Right…” Azriel cocks a brow and pins you with his lock. You want to get out, heat spreading over your skin. You feel so exposed under his gaze, like he is looking right into your soul. “So abruptly?”

“Yes, felt right.” You clamp your lips together, jealousy bubbling up inside of you when you think back at the morning and the thoughts you had this morning. Him and Gwyn. You wonder if they have met again since you have left. Maybe they are official now and that is why he is here? To tell you? And ask you to go on a mission probably? 

Oh yeah, he is probably here because he needs you to start working again.

“I will start working again tomorrow, if that is why you are here.” You make the mistake of meeting his gaze and find yourself lost in the rich hazel, the warmth and depth. You swallow around the lump in your throat but hold his gaze. An expression, you cannot quite place, spreads over Azriel's face, his brows furrowed slightly. 

“That is not why I came here.” Something like hurt, like what you said has been an accusations, flickers in his eyes, a muscle in his jaw flexing. 

“Why then?” The words about being worried about you burn on Azriel’s tongue but he does not say them. Why? He doesn’t know himself. Maybe he does not want to be so straightforward.

“Because you left so abruptly.”

You shrug a shoulder, deliberating for a moment if you should call for Elain so she could rescue you from this incredibly uncomfortable situation. But that would not be fair. It would not be fair for Azriel who has come here just for you. 

You are just about to say that you just needed some time away from the court because of stress or something when Azriel opens up a bit and reveals a part of the darkness inside of him. His words are like a fist that curls around your heart, squeezing. 

“I am an Illyrian brute and I thought I might hurt you by touching you in the wrong place during training the day before you left. Or maybe it has been something about my closeness and me invading your personal space. I don’t know what the Illyrian fuckers did to you in the war camp, so I was worried I would be just like those Windhaven blokes.” A shudder courses through you, memories of what they did to you flashing in front of you vision. But how could Azriel even think he is like them? Never in the world.

“I let you touch me, Azriel!” you argue quickly and shoot him an assuring smile he only hesitantly accepts. “That was fine and it is not the reason I left.” Shifting on the couch, the shadowsinger’s knee brushes your thigh and moves closer. "Please, I don’t want anything to be between us. If I did something wrong, tell me.” “I saw you with Gwyn.” The words leave your mouth before you can stop then and you quickly smack your hands over your mouth, colour blooming high on her cheeks. Gods!

It takes a small moment but when realisation dawns on the spymaster, he cocks a brow and a smirk appears on his lips. “You are jealous?”

“No!” you quickly shoot back, feeling your skin prickle and heat practically radiate from your whole body. “Of course not.” “But you left because you say Gwyn and me?” Cockiness laces his features, his whole demeanor actually and you want to punch him. Punch him right in his silly yet so terribly handsome face.

“No.” “You just said that.” His brow raises even higher when the shadowsinger leans closer.

“Did I?”

To that Azriel makes the most dramatic eye roll possible and groans loudly before moving his hand over his face and wiping it down. “Y/N.” “Yes, maybe…maybe I was jealous.” 

The cockiness disappearing from his features, Azriel’s looks to the side for a moment, seeming like pondering about something. “Why?”

What a stupid question, you think but don’t say. 

“Because I saw you laugh together and I thought you are together. Are you?”

“Gwyn and I?”

You throw up your hands in despair. “No, you and Cassian. Of course you and Gwyn, gods!”

Your cheeks must be a beetroot red when sweat breaks out on the back of your neck. 

It is the silly half smile that appears on his on the shadowsinger’s face that makes you want to punch him and fuels the fire inside of you. Why does he smile? Why does you being embarrassed make him?

“Gwyn and I are not dating, we talked and laughed. She told me about her date the previous evening,” Azriel informs you and it is now that you really want for the floor to suck you in. You just want to disappear. 

You part your lips to say something, but have no idea of what actually. What should you answer? That you are a fool? Probably. 

Azriel takes it from you and speaks up before you. “I was looking for you the whole evening.”

His expression turns gloomy, stern and frustrated when he searches your gaze and finally locks it with yours. “I was waiting for you. I wanted to spend Starfall with you.”

That hurts. And it hurts a lot. His pain leaves a tangy taste at the back of your mouth, stretching out and letting the air around you drop at least five degrees. 

“I am sorry.” “Don't be. It was a silly believe that you would want to spend Starfall with me.”

You reach for his hands so quickly, it is beyond him. You have never had a problem with touching his hands, never looked at them weirdly, always accepted him the way he is. That has always meant a lot to him and still does. Azriel looks down at your hands holding his and back up to your eyes. 

“I wanted to spend Starfall with you as well, but then…” “Then you saw me with Gwyn. I am sorry for hurting you.” “Don’t be.” 

There is a small smile playing on Az’s lips, his eyes glowing a little brighter. “Don’t steal my words.”

You giggle lightly and tug at his hands, bringing him closer to you. “I am not mad at you, I was just disappointed and sad, alright?”

“It really has nothing to do with me being an Illyrian brute?” Azriel says with a sad expression. 

“You are not!” you argue and shake your head.

“Are you really sure?” Azriel queries, releasing a gloomy sigh and direction his gaze towards the window behind you. “Remember what I said to you when we first met?” 

A small grimace appears on Azriel’s face, but he chuckles, nudging you with his knee. He remembers, the words imprinted on his heart and mind since then. 

With warmth filling your cheeks, you meet his gaze. “You are not an Illyrian brute like them, I said and meant it. I knew this in the first moment. And I never changed my mind about it.” “But I am an Illyrian.” “And I am fae, yes, this is what we were born as. But what we are born as does not define who we are, our actions do.” You take Az’s hand into yours, gazes still locked. “And you with all your actions have shown me nothing but kindness and love.” “I upset you.”

“You did not.” “The morning after Starfall, how abruptly you left to come here?” Azriel raises his brow, worry lacing his features. 

“You didn’t upset me.” “I did,” Azriel answers, a sad smile appearing on his face while he pulls you to him. Your hands are against his chest, his face suddenly so close to yours. “Tell me what you were upset about.” Not a question, a command. 

You smile sheepishly, giving your head a little shake. “No.” “Yes.” Azriel says and a cocky smirk appears on his lips, like he knows what it was about.

“No.” The shadowsinger pulls you even closer.

“I will fire you if you don’t tell me.” “You can't fire me,” you retort, trying to glower. 

“I can, watch me: Y/N you are fired.” You removed one hand from his hold and swat at his shoulder. “I am your best spy, this is your loss.” His eyes fill with warmth and some emotion you cannot quite place. He inhales a deep breath and lowers his head. “It truly would be my loss. Not only because you are truly my best spy, but also—” Azriel pauses, lifting his gaze to yours, one hand coming up so he can brush a strand of hair out of your face, the other still holding your hand. “Because I would not be able to see you that often. I couldn’t stand that. It already broke my heart now when you left.”

Your throat dries out the same moment your heart explodes and your eyes widen. “You…?” “Yes, yes, I…”

You raise a brow, waiting for him to continue. His features soften when he leans in and brushes his lisp over your cheek. The gesture seems so out of place, but feels so good, it has you giggling. And release a little gasp when he tips his head back, looking at you with his stunning hazel eyes. “I am in love with you.”

“But…” “What but?”

“I work for you,” you say in calm voice, lowering your gaze to your hands. 

A gloomy sigh leaves the spymaster. “And in how far is that a problem?”

“Won’t it make things weird between us?”

“Why?”

“Because I work for you!?” You say and raise your brows, flashing him an incredulous look. Stupid question, you want to say once again. Luckily you rationality stops you before you open your mouth.

“And? You will keep working for me and the only thing that changes that after work we will go home together, kiss, hug, make love and wake up in each others’ arms.” He grins and it must have been the most beautiful thing you have ever seen in your life, eyes of hazel aglow, teeth white, his whole face lighting up. 

“I…”

“You don’t want that?” His grin starts to vanish the moment the words leave his mouth.

“I do. I really do. I am in love with you as well. A lot, since so long.” His arm wraps around your waist, bringing you closer. “Good,” he says, leaning in, the two of you breathing the same air. You close the distance between the two of you, lips brushing his when you whisper, “Good.”

The moment your lips connect a relieved groan leaves Azriel and every tension vanishes from your body. You don’t really know if it is him pulling you over or if you climb onto his lap one your own, but when your hands move into his hair, your hips meet his, his own hands falling to your waist, you know that you two fit perfectly. 

What has started slowly and in an exploring way soon turns into something more, something hungrier and something more passionate. It is a tangle of tongues, the clashing of teeth, moans and sighs being swallowed by the other, two souls that have been yearning and longing for each other for so long, finally united. You tag on some strands when you bury your hand in the hair at the back of his neck, eliciting a low groan from him that has your thighs clenching. 

His chest heaving with deep inhales and panting, Azriel pulls back, a string of saliva still connecting your mouths when he stares at you with puffy and parted lips. “Fuck.” “Indeed,” you giggle and lean forward, grinning while leaning our forehead against his chin. 

Azriel kisses your forehead, his scarred hand moving up and down your back, softly stroking you through your shirt. “So we give this a chance?”

You kiss the base of his neck, before closing your mouth over his again. This has to be answer enough. 

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[heartfullofleeches]

Make a lady yan who has all the worst traits of the others. We need more nasty women I would do anything for an irredeemable shithead of a lady. She’s got V’s unrepentant nastiness, or maybe Amyas’ wet cat energy, Devlin’s chaos gremlin energy, Milk Tea’s immoral dom energy, Eggnog’s adorable creep energy, I could go on for so long but the main point is lady yan with the nasty traits people usually don’t give lady characters because I will simp so hard and build her an altar in my closet 🫶 heavy are the hips that wear the strap or whatever the saying is and I am willing to support those hips 🥰

(Combining the traits of the first three, meet our lovely queen of nasty Calliope) [mentions of violence, death]

Ah...

What's she doing out here again? Alone in a big scary alleyway, with a complete stranger no less. She's reminded of her torment and mission as she thinks back to the other day - the happy memory of catching you out by yourself ruined by this....thing. Laughing at every passive comment you made, clinging to your arm like you were already date. How desperate could a person be? Then they had to go and actually ask you out. And you said yes. She nearly lost her lunch on the spot. Why do the confident people get everything in life....

"Can we please wrap this up?.. I got get back inside and I have somewhere to be soon."

Right. Calliope swallows her non-existent pride and relaxes her fists in her pockets. There was still a chance. Every now and then there were the "good" ones. People who took pity on those like her if they sucked up enough. All she had to do was look weak, which was easier said than done despite her appearance. Think, think.. She thinks about what will happen if she doesn't. Your first day with it. It holding your hand, kissing you on the cheek, getting to watch you undress before bed.

"U-um... I overheard you asking someone out the other day and I-I was wondering if you... If you wouldn't mind letting me try my chances with them first!!"

The stranger grimaces, looking at her like a carcass on the side of the road - then anywhere but. It's too obvious. Her teeth chatter too loudly for the quivering of her lips to be noticed. Her eyes are too sunken and heavy with depravation to pull off that cutesy big eyed look. She's too pathetic for even this to work. Go figure.

"Look.. I get that this is hard, but I really like them too. I'm sure you'll find someone else who's right for you."

Right for her? There's nobody better for her than you. She picked you out as her only before you first spoke to each other - given you hadn't even done that yet. This fucker doesn't know what it's like. It probably wasn't even love at first sight like it was for Calliope. Either way it was clear they weren't going to give you up. And yet....

"Please! I need them! You don't know what my life will be like if I have to see them with someone else!"

The stranger, obviously taken aback as she latches on their arm tries to shove her off. Her fingers imprint on their skin as she twists their wrist. "Get off of me!"

"Please! Just one chance! I can make my confession better. I'm better for them than you'll ever be!"

"Get off!"

Wrangling free of her increasing grip, the stranger pushes Calliope as hard and far away from them as they can - air flying from her chest as she hits the brick way behind her. Winding, she slides to the filthy alley street - the weight in her pocket dragging her down. She clutches her side with her right hand. That hurt. There's stars in her vision. Tears too. It's not fair.

The panic and agitation on the stranger's face contorts as the water works start. Calliope ugly sobs into the open air, not carrying for the attention she was drawing to herself. She wails and pulls her knees into her chest as she shrinks against the wall. They cautiously step towards her which makes her flinch.

"Please don't hurt me.."

"Take it easy. I wasn't going to."

They offer her their hand. She takes it as she stands, hair falling over her eyes.

"That's a real shame."

She pulls her left hand out of her pocket, producing a rusty hammer.

"Cuz I was planning on hurting you from the start."

Calliope stomps down on their foot as it hits them. Head side up, she brings the hammer down on their skull; glee bubbling within her as the wet thunk rings throughout the vacant passage way. The stranger staggers backwards. Calliope jumps in place, taunting them by beckoning them forward. When they don't move she advances, steadies her arm - and strikes again, aiming closer to their eye socket.

Her body is so jittery she misses her mark, but she still gets a good blow to their upper cheek. They spit blood, flesh discolored from the bursted vessels in their face. Grinning from ear to ear, speckles of crimson spray across her lips and teeth, even hitting her tongue as she drawn back with maniacal shriek of laughter. She head butts then for the next attack, nose crunching from the weight behind it. As their legs start to wobble, Calliope takes the burden off them by sweeping them and pouncing on them once they fall. Unable to defend, she unleashes bow after blow. Rant after rant between her manic giggles.

"You."

Crack.

"Fucking."

Slam.

"Idiot! Did you really think I was going to let you win?!? They're mine. Mine!"

She hits them over and over, long after their twitching had stopped. There isn't a face anymore. Just broken shards of bone sticking through the pink, fleshy meat once enclosed in their head. Just meat. That's all it ever was, and would be. Calliope gets out a few more chuckles before she gets up. She starts to walk off when a phone chimes from somewhere. She grabs it from the coat on the ground. It's you, checking up whoever it belonged to. She's sure they're fine. There were more important matters at hand to be dealt with first.

"All good. What are you wearing tonight?;)"

[cherryc1nnam0n]

Coffee for your head | Eddie Munson x FEM!Reader

Summary: Eddie is in his death bed... He has so much to say...

Cw: Major angst warning!! Major character death, sad topics, illness, death bed, agonizing, little smut

Writer's note: This is based off Death Bed by Powfu. I was listening to it when coming home from work, and I wanted to write it as Eddie and you

Don't stay away for too long, don't go to bed

I'll make a cup of coffee for your head

It'll get you up and going out of bed

"I'm sorry, you don't have long enough... Maybe, 4 months"

That was the moment their lives changed

Only at age 25 Eddie Munson has been diagnosed with lung cancer, terminal, there was nothing the doctors could do to safe him

"Eddie... No..." You had whispered grabbing his hand

A lonely tear had left his eye without him noticing, he just let out an anguished breath

Yeah, I don't wanna fall asleep, I don't wanna pass away

I been thinking of our future, 'cause I'll never see those days

I don't know why this has happened, but I probably deserve it

I tried to do my best, but you know that I'm not perfect

"I would recommend enjoying the last moments you have together, do the things you love, eat what you like, just, make good memories in the mean time"

The couple had gone home in silence, quiet sobs being heard from her as she held his hand during the ride home

They had moved together 3 years ago, making a small apartment their safe home, but now it had became all moody and sad

It was no lie that Eddie smoked a lot, since he was a teen, but his cancer had been too aggressive and it was taking him out really fast

"What am I gonna do without you Eddie?" You said sobbing into his chest as he held you close to him

"Live..." You cried even harder

"I can't live without you Eddie, you're my whole life"

I been praying for forgiveness, you've been praying for my health

When I leave this Earth, hoping you'll find someone else

'Cause, yeah, we still young, there's so much we haven't done

Getting married, start a family, watch your husband with his son

That night he tried to calm you down my making love to you, slow and tender, with lots of love in each move he made, his kisses filled with sorrow and pain, he knew he didn't have long to do this so he had to enjoy the moments he had you

During the days his health went downhill, he couldn't move a lot, his breathing would be different during the night, you prayed every night to whoever was out there to save him but they never seemed to answer back

Soon he had to use oxygen to breath properly, moving out of the bed was too much work as time went on

"It's almost time for me to go baby..." He had said to you one day

You had cried onto his chest, begging him not to leave you

I wish it could be me, but I won't make it out this bed

I hope I go to Heaven, so I see you once again

My life was kinda short, but I got so many blessings

Happy you were mine, it sucks that it's all ending

"I love you so much Y/n..."

"I love you too Eddie"

"You'll find someone else baby, someone who will love you so much" you shook your head

"I only want you, you're my only love"

He caressed your cheek

I'm happy that you here with me, I'm sorry if I tear up

When me and you were younger, you would always make me cheer up

Taking goofy videos and walking through the park

You would jump into my arms every time you heard a bark

"Remember that day at the fair? When you got lost and I found you near the fountain?" You nodded "I'll find you again in another life baby"

Cuddle in your sheets, sing me sound asleep

And sneak out through your kitchen at exactly 1:03

Sundays, went to church, on Mondays, watched a movie

Soon you'll be alone, sorry that you have to lose me

"You can go Eddie... Rest my love" you had finally accepted what was to come

"I love you..."

"I love you too..."

With one final smile he closed his eyes and finally left this world...

Don't stay away for too long, don't go to bed

I'll make a cup of coffee for your head

It'll get you up and going out of bed

[coeluvr]

So I just read the demo for the first time and… are you okay? Like do you need to talk to someone? Cuz holy shit, that was depressing. Don’t get me wrong, it was great, but I am just mentally, emotionally, and physically drained now (don’t ask me about that last part). All in all, I really enjoyed it, but I do have some thoughts.

Firstly, I don’t understand how anyone from Rosea (except for Hunter, Fadiya and her mom, and maybe Helios) has any fans. Like did they just forget that everyone else (including Lancelot) contributed to the total destruction of our family? Everyone’s over here shipping Lancelot and Luceris, and to be fair, if this was a different story I would too, but like… they’re the enemy? Speaking of Luceris…

Dude is on some shit. Like I get it’s the point, but everything about our relationship with him just feels weird and wrong, and I’m counting the days til we can kill him. Until then, I guess I’ll have to make do with disrespecting the memory of his dead wife at every opportunity. Also side note, but as a Straight Male tm it does feel a little weird having to fake a romance with another guy, especially a guy that’s like fifty years older than me lol (Luceris really isn’t beating the Catholic Priest allegations)

The rest of the cast are a lot of fun, and I’m glad they all at least have sympathy towards MC. I think Hunter is the coolest character ever and I want to be them, and Fadiya can do no wrong in my eyes. Vincent sucks, but I haven’t really spent much time with him so maybe that’ll change. Helios I feel sorry for. He’s a nice guy and I do like him a lot, but he’s unfortunately collateral damage in my crusade against Father Luceris. I hate that we have to hurt him to get revenge, but it feels very realistic and gives your decisions a lot more weight.

On the flip side, Soarine is perfect and has never done anything wrong in her life ever. If Soarine has a million fans, then I am one of them. If Soarine has ten fans, then I am one of them. If Soarine has only one fan then that is me. If Soarine has no fans, then that means I am no longer on earth. If the world is against Soarine, then I am against the world.

All in all, I love what you’re doing with this game, even if I do have to take a twenty minute break after each playthrough just to decompress lol. I can’t wait to see where this goes and am gonna stare at a wall until the next update drops. Thanks for making such an interesting story and give Soarine my love 💚

Lol hi, anon!

First of all, I'm fine 😭 I'm like that one happy guy that writes horror whose name I keep forgetting but I bet someone knows who I mean.

Regarding the characters from Rosea that are not all that great having fans, I don't know why that's unexpected to you if I am being honest lmao. In every fandom I've ever been in, there have always been people that like the antagonists. I enjoy Lancelot and Luceris' dynamic but I feel like that's to be expected since I literally created them. 💀 The day I write in all of the side couples you'll combust. /j

But also you don't have to fake a "romance" with Luceris? 😥💀 I can only think of the husband comments MC can make and those are entirely optional so...

I'm glad you like the other characters! Soarine is indeed everything. 🙇‍♀️

Thank you for your kind words! 💗

[iguessitsjustme]

Jack o' Frost Ep 5 & 6 Thoughts

I think you guys were playing a prank on me telling me to watch this show. Was that what happened? Is this payback for all of my cruel polls? Did I deserve this? It’s fine. It’s fine. I am going to try my best to enjoy the final two episodes. Because I need to. THERE IS GOOD IF I JUST LOOK FOR IT and ignore the very bad things. It’s fine. Time to watch:

I don’t blame Ritsu for being hurt by Mr. Lyingface but also why is his response complete and utter avoidance? My guy. Go confront him. Make him own up to his actions. Then you two can talk it out. Or not. It’s not your fault he withheld this from you. But your response to learning about it is not great either.

I don’t care about what’s happening right now but I am VIBING with this music. Guitar and strings? Excellent.

Oh no music went away booooo.

If even the ex boyfriend is like “y’all…need to talk” then perhaps forcing the relationship isn’t a good idea and you should both give yourselves a break. A chance to move on with your lives and be happy.

Wow. Okay. This is a conversation that should have been had before you got to this point of anger my guy. My dude. If Ritsu has been constantly flaking on you and forgetting your dates, this needed to be brought up not in a fit of anger on his birthday. Is Ritsu wrong for it? Absolutely. Should he be making adjustments to make sure he doesn’t flake on you? Yes. Was this the proper response to it happening? No. In this situation they both suck. But I think yelling at Ritsu, on his birthday, while he’s drunk, was not it. Has he even brought it up before? Based on his earlier conversation with Tomoko, I’m gonna say no. That he waited until it reached his boiling point and he exploded. Which is not a productive way to solve issues.

And now Ritsu is acting like a petulant child. Am I supposed to want these two together? Nope. Not unless they get counseling.

Dude. Listen. As someone who is also bad at talking about how I feel…you cannot be this way in a relationship. You just can’t. You have to be willing to compromise and talk about it even a little bit. Otherwise you will not have a relationship. It will either blow up like your relationship with Ritsu did. Or it will fizzle out. If you want something that lasts you have to be willing to open up when you’re hurting. It hurts the other person more if you don’t.

Gotta pause. My coworker is sending memes in the group chat.

Ritsu is right. He can’t fix his behavior if he isn’t told he’s hurting Mr. Lyingface. He can’t reflect on it if he doesn’t know. This goes for before and after the amnesia as well. Do I think he should have to be told to stop flaking on his boyfriend? No. He should try to make sure he’s making time for him BUT sometimes when people get busy, they don’t realize what they’re doing or who they’re ignoring. I have been in both positions of being ignored and doing the ignoring and I gotta say. It’s very easy to not realize you’re ignoring someone. It hurts so, so incredibly bad to be ignored by someone who you love so dearly, but sometimes they just…don’t realize. I say this as someone who shuts down when hurt. I also say this as someone who had someone blow up at me the way Mr. Lyingface blew up at Ritsu. Guess who I don’t talk to anymore. And this is someone I loved a lot. I miss her so much. She remains a part of me. I can’t erase her from me any more than I can erase one of my limbs attached to my body. But in the end, we could not communicate. The same way these two can’t communicate. These two should not be together. They just should not be. It is not fair to either of them if neither can compromise. Sometimes it is best to acknowledge the love. To know it happened. And then to let it go. Keep the memories in your heart and in your soul. But give yourself the grace to find happiness without them.

Anyway time for episode 6 and then I can move on to my next binge of the day.

He’s running again. Ugh the cardio. Maybe I should go on a jog. It’s been awhile.

Fluffy pancakes…mmmmmmmm. Gimme.

SAILBOAT

I forgive everything. This show gave me a sailboat.

I’m indifferent to these two but this MUSIC. Has me in a chokehold.

They’re gonna fuck on that couch again.

Last time they did that, they broke up immediately after.

Well. That’s a show I watched. I hope you guys liked my liveblog. I had fun. Well I had fun liveblogging. This was not my favorite show but it also wasn’t the worst? I hope those two get couples therapy or they will not last. They never really resolved their issues. But I do enjoy writing out my thoughts as I watch things. I will liveblog something else later. Maybe another show from my poll? We’ll see.

[cherrycola27]

Last Hurrah

Warnings: GUYS this is a heavy fic. I'm serious Minors DNI, 18+. Language, drinking. Mentions of head injury. Trigger Warning! Suicidal thoughts and actions

Pairing Rooster x Reader (Call Sign Juliet)

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Part 1: In fair Fightertown where we lay our scene

For most people, when their life comes crashing down, they never saw it coming. They are the lucky ones. But for me, the whole thing played out infront of me in a series of scenes straight out a Shakespearean tragedy. How ironic really.

The first act came when watched my fiancée Rooster Bradshaw eject from his plane before it crashed into the side of a mountain.

The second came with the news that he had a head injury.

And the third, the final nail in my coffin, the dagger through the heart, was that when he woke up, he had no memory of who I was or our relationship over the past eighteen months. How very Nicholas Sparks.

All that happened six months and seventeen days ago. And for those six months and seventeen days, I, as well as every other member of the Dagger Squad family had been desperately trying to get him to remember me, to remember us, to remember the love we had, but nothing worked.

About a month ago I realized that there was little chance of Rooster ever remembering who I was, so I started making calls.

Do you know what it's like to have to explain to a baker, a venue owner, a photographer, a wedding coordinator, as well as sixty of you closest friends and family that you had to cancel your wedding because partner doesn't remember who you are? Because I do, and let me tell you, it sucks.

What might be worse is that for the past six months and seventeen days I have spent every night, crying myself to sleep, alone in the bed that we once shared.

For the past half a year I've felt as if I'm watching my life go by in slow motion. The world is moving forward without me. Rooster has gotten better for the most part, but he still doesn't know who I am. It kills me to see him happy, smiling, laughing, living without me.

And every time I see a girl flirt with him, the knife pushes futher into my chest. It isn't fair. I should be happy for him, happy that he is alive. But I'm not. Maybe it's horrible of me to think that way, but it's cruel that he is living carefree and smiling, while I'm a shell of the woman I once was.

Everyone has tried to help, but they know it's useless. Rooster and I are... friends... at best. But how can you be just friends with the person who six months ago promised you forever.

He is the one who almost died, yet I'm the one who did.

I'm not really living anymore, I'm just going through the motions. I get up, go to work, fly my plane, get a drink at the Hard Deck, go home, cry myself to sleep, and do it all again the next day.

It wasn't supposed to go like this. Rooster was the Romeo to my Juliet... a running joke with my call sign after we started dating.

Maybe it's karma for having Juliet as a call sign or maybe God has a sick sense of humor. Either way... I'm starting to think she was right... if you can't have the person you love in your life, is it really worth living?

"Hi there." A male voice snaps me out of my spiral. "You're Juliet right? I'm Dodger. I've seen you here a couple times, and I noticed you're glass is empty. Can I get you another drink?" He asks. I look him over. Dodger, I've seen him a few times. He is a bit younger than me and I probably out rank him. He is bad to look at, but he isn't Rooster. He hasn't been around long enough to know our history, and it's not like I wore your engagement ring anymore.

It felt wrong having a man give you attention, but Rooster got plenty from the girls...

I spent about an hour talking to Dodger. He flirted with me relentlessly, and honestly it felt good to have someone pay me attention, then before I even realized it, I had invited him home.

I made it as far as the couch before I stopped him. It felt wrong to let another man touch me, kiss me, let alone try to fuck me on the very couch Rooster had taken meu many times.

I mentally kicked myself that night after he left. I wasn't doing anything wrong— or was I? Everything seemed so unclear. I hadn't slept with anyone since Rooster's accident, I wondered if he had.

As the days drug on you found yourself slipping away more. You were short, angry, mean, bitter to those around you. You spent your days going through the motions and your nights crying or drinking away the pain.

And then, one Wednesday morning for no reason in particular the perfect plan hit you. That morning, you were asked to come in Friday night for some test flights. And that's when the realization hit you.

You were much happier the rest of the day. Thursday you smiled for the first time in ages, and we Friday came around, you were more than excited to go out.

Everyone commented how you seemed like your old self again.

You had a couple drinks at the Hard Deck but not too many because you did have to fly later that evening. You sang karaoke with Phoenix, danced without a care in the world, and even beat Hangman in a game of darts.

After a while you got hot and decided to step out on the deck for some air. You smiled knowing your friends would have a happy moment to remember you by.

You must have been out there longer than you thought because Jake came to check on you.

"Hey Jules, you okay?" He asked.

"I'm great Jake. You know I've been so lucky to have had you and everyone as friends. Rooster has been too. Make sure you watch out for him for me." You smiled as you hugged him.

"Well, I'm off to do a test flight. Goodbye Jake." You smiled with a tear in your eye.

You said your goodbyes to everyone else, save for Rooster. It hurt too much. Then you made your way to your car. You looked back at the Hard Deck one final time before putting it in gear and driving away.

You were gone for maybe five minutes before the wheels turned in Jake's head. He quickly found Phoenix. "Nat, I know I sound crazy but I think Juliet is going to hurt herself." He told her.

"What do you mean? She was fine when she left." Nat looked confused.

"That's the thing. She was a mess two days ago then all of a sudden she flips. They say that happens a lot when people decide to— and when were on deck she said she was lucky to have had us as friends and she asked me to watch out for Rooster for her. I know I sound crazy but Nat, I'm worried about her... she's supposed to do some test flying tonight... what if she..." Jake trailed off.

"You don't think she would? Do you?" Phoenix asked stunned.

"Phoenix her whole life fell apart. The person she is in love with doesn't know who she is. That's enough go make even the most sane person do something crazy." Jake said.

"Oh my God we have to do something." Phoenix said.

She and Jake quickly gathered everyone and explained the situation. Jake desperately tried to literally smack the memories back into Rooster with no success. Leaving them no other options the crew piled into the Bronco and Coyote's Jeep and raced to the air field.

Juliet took her time with her preflight checks, if it was going to be her last, she wanted to savor it.

Once she deemed everything perfect she placed her helmet on her head and climbed in the cockpit ready for take off.

"Mav you have to stop the training Juliet is going to hurt herself or worse!" Bob screamed into the phone while Jake drove. Phoenix was still trying to explain to Rooster what was going on but he was clueless.

There is no telling how many traffic laws Jake broke as he drove, but he didn't care.

Without warning, he hit a pot whole and a photo fell from the visor into Rooster's lap, and like lightning, every came back to him.

"Jake, where's Juliet, and why are you driving my car?" He asked.

"You know who Juliet is?" Phoenix asked leaning forward.

"Yes why wouldn't I?" Rooster asked. There was a collective sigh of relief, but then panic set in. Phoenix and Bob explained to him what happened and Rooster was in a panic.

Minutes later they pulled into base and jumped from the car, running to range control.

Mav had informed them that he couldn't get ahold of them. It was a race against the clock.

Juliet took a deep breath as she flew, she admired the sunset over the mountain peaks.

She took in the beautiful colors all around her, up here her problems seemed so small. She looked on her dash at the photo of her and Rooster. She grabbed her chain that held her dog tags and her engagement ring. She gripped them tight in her hand as she pulled the nose of her plane into a steep climb. Her goal was to send herself into GLOC so she wouldn't feel any pain.

She ignored the calls of the range control officers telling her to level out. She didn't hear the sounds of her friends bursting in the room yelling for her.

She tried to keep her breath even as she felt the g-forces pressing on her body, and then right before the blackness took over, she heard Rooster's voice calling out to her.

"JULIET!" He screamed over the comms. "Juliet, it's me Rooster, it's Bradley, please come in." He and the other range officers desperately tried to reach her, but there was no response.

The group looked out the tower window to see if the could spot her in the fleeting evening light.

They looked out just in time to see the ball of fire erupt from her plane as it collided with the side of the mountain.

Tag List: @dreamingathighaltitude @shanimallina87 @luckyladycreator2 @mak-32 @katieshook02 @samhapner6 @rosiahills22 @thedroneranger @roosterforme

Let me know if you want to be tagged in any other parts

[krsnaradhika]

Hello hi- this is a snippet or a chapter from a book I took back and will never write again.

I suck at angst so buckle up. Do not throw tomatoes just in case. I do not remember if I've posted this one before here. The writing is old and rusty and I did not care to edit so pardon me. Maybe I'll take it back or edit, maybe not.

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Strength Embodied

His father securely swathed him in his turmeric yellow raiment, looking so very proud and practically glimmering with all his manly charm. Little Pradyumna giggled, reaching out for the slight stubble on Kanha's cheeks as the duo revelled in the company of each other.

A little time before, the new father had scooped his son from the cot, squarely darting in his shared chamber with Rukmini where their son laid, besieged in silk cushions and duvets that came from different parts of the subcontinent. To them, he appeared like the silvery beam of the lunar god who had just added beauty to the welkin doused in minuscule, scintillating stars. Their life had been just like the pulchritudinous eventide, and Pradyumna had added to the beauty of it.

And then, as surely not expected with a juvenile parent, the first scion of the newest generation let out a joyous chortle at the sight of his father; his eyes fluttering open at the momentum.

"My little Dyumna, aren't you my spitting image? I knew my son would inherit my handsomeness!" Kanha chuckled, gently patting his son who looked far from sleep by now, his almond eyes staring right back at his father with an unspoken mischief. Of course I am, and I did. Watch as I steal your woman too, Pitashree.

"My boy, you have stolen my woman." Kanha accentuated, rolling his eyes playfully as the duo turned to the new mother who seemed to have been in a mien, an empyrean smile flickering across her fair countenance. With her slender arms crossed over her bosom, Rukmini leaned against the threshold as the handmaidens were dismissed.

"See, Pradyumna, now your mother is going to run after both of us with a stick. I told you right, you ought to sleep!" He further whisper-yelled, a dramatic edge to his tone as his wife shook her head in a half-vexed half-mirthful usance, sauntering towards them.

Just as Rukmini reached out for her consort's ears, he ducked his head and performed a little sprint, though with their son now closely paying an audience to their capers as the queen gasped.

"Pranesha, careful! He's too fragile!"

Ramaa rose from her seat, and almost followed the fading apparitions of her husband and son, which now seemed to have been mocking her. Startled, her doe eyes traced the thin air, gaping, as epiphany dawned a little harsher than called for.

At the portal decked in cramoisy curtains, lingered Keshava, that bull among men with a blank look to his morose irises. His shoulders dropped a notch further if it was even possible, and she winced at the tension tardily making its way between them. Rukmini's breath hitched as she parted her lips, wishing a coherent word to be made out by her own self but was left appalled.

Several minutes passed, and neither of them made a movement. Long gone was even the eye-contact, and the hush roared like a forest fire, smoldering everything to stygian smokes, the dying embers of which charred their souls.

"Welcome back," she finally said, a vulnerability to her voice if not the tears that had long relinquished her. Through the curtain of his lashes, Kamalanayana saw a ghost of a smile casting itself on Padmavadanaa's unearthly visage, a strain to her features which spoke of her postnatal stage, a slight chuberic touch to her frame perceptible. Rukmini hadn't lost her Kanya status, she was still the woman blessed with amaranthine youth, but the signs of a grown queen and mother had graced her.

Then, casting the little memory of their son aside, the weaving which was a mindless gift to him because the winters were looming overhead. He'd catch a cold otherwise, innit? Who would wrap it around him and sing him to sleep?

Or had Nidra Devi been as ruthless to him too, as she had been to his ill-starred parents?

He's not gone, Rukku, he will come back.

Just not now.

Rukmini clasped Kanha's hand in hers as his head shot up to her again, from her lotus feet that were imprinted in his heart - the very place where his Shri resided. "Come," she ushered again, warmth sparking in their touch as she settled on the swing and he followed the suit, with more heaviness, as if his limbs had refused to heed his commands.

"Tell me, don't bottle anything up," she tenderly coaxed, running a hand through his forehead, the sheen of sweat settling on it as if pearls dancing to the tunes of oceanic waves. "Have you been nice to yourself, love?"

A gulp cascaded down from his throat, an ache birthing in it as if someone had wrapped their vicious claws around it. Through the blur of his eyes, Madhava tensed his wobbling lips between his teeth and shook his head in denial. Her heart broke a little more.

The despondency in his eyes had never lingered before for so long. Not when he had left his loved ones beside to put an end to his own uncle, and neither when his own people had thrown baseless accusations at him.

"I couldn't...I couldn't be a good father again." He wasn't even pretending to be fine before her, and as much as heartbreaking it was, she appreciated it. The armour of a de-facto king faded in thin air and it was just a father and a husband sitting beside, the man with just the picture-perfect family, the reality of which was shattered by the whims of destiny.

History repeats itself. Krishna had, of course, been mindful of the fact but never had he ever expected that to come at him this way. Yes, being the lord of the world came with clairvoyant abilities but no, emotional hurt could not be gauged before it occurred. Physical pain always was extravagant when premeditated, but its emotional counterpart came as an understatement when spoken of.

Rukmini envisaged that experiencing too many emotions at once and nothing at all the very next moment would render her numb to them but that just didn't seem to be the case. His words reverberated in her ears like a heart wrenching bellow in the carcass of bygone monuments that only deepened their fissures.

Could not be a good father. Could not be a good father. Could not be a good father.

Not as Ramachandra.

His Sitae retreated with their children in her womb to a jungle, rājadharma demanded such sacrifices. Raghava's eyes had never known euphoria after that, but surely his subjects did.

Not as Krishnachandra either.

Rukmini would still set up the cot of their firstborn who was taken away from them. She was the strength embodied behind the silver-tongued kingmaker whose duty was righteousness's establishment. Their son was to put an end to a despot, just like his father.

Krishna's hands casted away the crown proudly donned by his glorious head and raked through his scalps; his curls bouncing with the howling winds. It was all eerily lifeless and yet suffocatingly tumultuous, much like his eyes that poured elixir but now were red rimmed. Every passing moment came as a threatening knell to her, and she awaited the words that were sitting on his tongue.

He smeared his mildly calloused hands over his features and sighed, a shudder in every breath that was dragged in his lungs, "I am sorry Svamini, I- I don't even know what I can do-"

"Hey, it's going to be fine."

She smiled, at least she tried to. Her husband sunk his teeth to his lower lip again and sighed, blinking away the pooling hot tears in his lotus eyes that stung them maliciously. He abhorred the feeling, it gradually immiserated him like nothing else. "He will come back to us. Just a little time, Natha." Rukmini couldn't tell if she was comforting herself or him, murmuring the same words he was from the last few months.

His throat hurt from holding in the urge to thunder like the clouds that were hovering over Mokshapuri, the storms did not seem eldritch anymore. "The pain goes away?" His voice held a hoarse edge as he glanced at her from the corner of her eyes.

Vaidarbhi pursed her lips, her nimble fingers tracing the brocade on the silk as a fresh set of tears raced down her cheeks, unpleasantly scorching to the skin, "No, you just make room for it."

[alexissara]

Thoughts On Leaving Texas Before I Leave Texas

I'm moving, I've lived in Texas since I was 5 years old, for almost my whole living memory I called Texas my home, a few different cities but I've been in Texas for a long time, 26 years. There is a lot of things I really liked about living in Texas but now it's time to go. Money wise it's gonna be rough but for my health, for my fiancé's health, for our future we have to leave. My Fiancé got a job up north and so we're going in December or November and leaving behind our long time home.

Texas has become an increasingly terrible place to live, before we even talk about like the direct political threat to my life we need to talk about the threat to everyone's life that is Climate Change and Texas's shit energy grid. Every single winter we have to worry if we'll lose energy for days maybe weeks and if people will literally die freezing due to the failing of Texas thanks to attempts at further privatization they had done. This is getting to the point that things are getting too hot too and the energy grid is under threat now like half the year where people are asking to conserve energy lest we all literally die if the power grid broke down. I hate having to worry that I might get my power shut down random for a few hours or worse case a few days. It is not good for my little neurodiverse brain to have something like that looming over my day as I get yet another warning about conserving energy or just see that the weather is getting to the

Now we can talk about the threats to mine and my loved ones life currently ongoing in Texas. The lack of abortion rights is an active health risk for my family. The constant threat of removing HRT from people is a threat not just to me but to my Fiancé who was considering starting T for a long time now. The removal of queer books and trans women from public spaces doubly effect me as a trans woman and writer removing spaces where I could potentially do public appearances and places I could share my work inside my own community. Not to mention it also just sucks that all the cool public resources, aka libraries could be stripped of queer books, many of which my Fiancé was an active part in getting into the system when they worked there. I pass really well, literally haven't been misgendered in years but a bathroom ban still raises threats to me. Generally the public environment while not as bad in this city always has to have me at least a little bit on guard for fear for my life for being trans but also for being in a queer relationship openly and publicly.

So ya, I feel like I have to go, I do want to go but I wanted to go at my own pace, like I wanted to take the time to wait until we got the right job in the right city, till we were sure we could be living somewhere we could put roots in but that's not what we're doing, we are leaving because we need to be somewhere safer and somewhere better even if it isn't our first choice.

I am excited to move, stressed about the money and about actually moving and I suffer from really bad separation anxiety and get attached to places so I know I will probably spend the week we move balling my eyes out even if I am otherwise emotionally okay but I am excited. The era isn't too far from some friends and since I moved to a new city in Texas I haven't really had any friends who weren't like my Fiancé's friend that I was hanging out with also. Being in a more queer community should be nice and I should be close to some nice spots living more directly in the city. I think I will love a lot of it but also that I will utterly hate the colder months because I like it warm and I hate it cold but to be fair Texas has got a ton colder and our homes aren't built for the cold so I don't actually imagine days in will feel much different.

I mostly feel really positive about everything but from now till I move I am gonna try and hustle and see if I can't get some more gigs or something to take the load of expense off our savings. If you enjoy my work let me know and let other people know you do and that is a great way to help me make more cash money. Thank you for raeding.

[holocene-sims]

next // previous

july 7, 2021 1:15 p.m. grant's house

[colm] wait, how do you have this recipe then?

[grant] i literally don't know. i found the note with it when i moved to los angeles before and, uh, it just said "xoxo, your boyfriend" at the bottom. like i know vaguely where it came from but my memory stops there.

[grant] now stop deflecting!

[colm] you first.

[colm] but alright, alright. you know the basic shit about my life, right? single mom, dad out of the picture, three siblings all with different baby daddies, and no other family because they disowned my mother for getting pregnant with me as a teen. the white trash experience. but wait, it gets worse.

[colm] my mom’s oldest brother was kind of still there, but not in any real fashion. more like: “sure, ellen, i suppose your son can sit at the back table at my pub and watch hurley on the television until his sisters are done with their after school activities and can walk them home.”

[colm] bastard. hey, ellen, i know you’re nearly homeless and your nine year old son is reading on the internet at the library how to make macaroni and cheese for dinner for all of you while you're busy waiting tables, but i won’t come over to babysit or nothing.

[colm] still, he let me over in the afternoons and was nice enough to teach me how to pour beers and such when i was the right age to do it, so here i am.

[colm] it’s really the only skill i have. despite my degree in philosophy, i was always a terrible student. i have the worst dyslexia known to man and my other jobs in the past were doing security at an airport and moving furniture. real impressive. so, this is miles better in pay and for my sanity.

[colm] besides, if we’re getting real emotionally squishy here, i was so lonely all the time growing up. nothing’s better for your social life than your mom always out working, no other family around, and having to turn down your friends’ invitations to hang out most of the time because you have to look after your siblings.

[colm] going to my uncle’s place was the least lonely place i ever was because all the old men who came as regulars felt bad for me and would talk to me. mostly about sports, but i like sports, so that was fine. i suppose you could say this place i own makes me feel a little less lonely as well.

[grant] i'm sorry things were so–

[colm] ahh, cut that shit out, it’s fine! i'd rather the man with a mammy who beat him not apologize to me about my childhood. i'm over it. fucking sucks but whatever. at least my guardian wasn’t my biological father. that piece of shit’s in prison for life for murder.

[grant] mur–

[colm] he got in with organized crime because he was broke and out of work. oh, and he was way older than my mom. surprise, surprise. classic stab city in the 90s. he actually tried to murder my mother once after she broke up with him, too. that day's hard to forget.

[grant] man, that sounds pretty bad. like egregiously bad. major childhood trauma bad.

[colm] old ellen’s alive.

[grant] uhhhhh, well, some person out there isn’t.

[colm] people.

[grant] oh.

[grant] oh my god.

[grant] anyway, uh, i was just going to say that i'm sorry you suffered. you deserved to have your needs met and you deserved stability and safety. i know nothing can be done about the past but that’s not a fair way for a child to grow up, even if your mother has reasons and explanations for it. and you don’t have to minimize it on grounds of other people’s experiences. bad is just that: bad. it’s not the sad childhood olympics here.

[colm] i really don’t care. i left all of that behind when i came here to live with shannon. you all are very nice to me. you’re my replacement family. you all mean a lot to me.

[colm] maybe replacement sounds bad...but, ah, well...

[colm] i can't believe i'm telling anyone other than shannon any of this bullshit. i feel absolutely disgusting.

[colm] sometimes when i was younger i'd look at other families and wish i had that. i used to wonder what it was like to have a family, and i suppose i finally understand. and it's nice.

[grant] i'm glad that you know we love you. you are a part of us. you are family. hell, i love you dearly. you're a great friend and a great person and you make shannon happy, which is important.

[grant] do you ever talk to your family? like your biological family?

[colm] yes and no. i invited them to the wedding and clearly you know they came. you were there. the only one i talk to often is molly but it’s because they’re the youngest and, well, the most like me, so i try to steer them away from making the same mistakes as me. that is, please don’t become a delinquent and please tell someone you think something’s wrong with your brain when you think there is.

[colm] my mother just pisses me off. i know she loves me and always has but she tries so much harder to show it now that i'm an adult and i can’t stand it. it’s overbearing. it's like, where was all this affection twenty years ago, ellen? and my other siblings...one’s fine, the other i don’t get along with.

[colm] don’t go apologizing about that either.

[grant] i won’t. but i get it. family relationships are complicated. siblings are difficult sometimes.

[colm] do you have–

[grant] i have two sisters. and yes, i don’t talk about them, like, ever. now continue what you were saying!

[colm] don’t get me wrong, i love all of them. i'd die for them. i might not want to talk to them much but i'm not disloyal or nothing. but because i love them, i reserve the right to admit when they’re obnoxious or what they’ve done wrong. it’s a disservice to all of us to lie and say i'm so happy with them and that we get along swimmingly.

[grant] so...you’re admitting things weren’t great.

[colm] i'm alive and not all the way fucked up. that’s good enough.

[colm] but thank you. i know you mean it. you’re like shannon and you say it because you care, not because you pity me, which is what a lot of others do. i do appreciate it.

[true-blue-sonic]

❓️ :)

❓ any WIP snippet you want!

This is an odd one: I have a draft for a short Soulmate AU story in my folder, haha. The idea there is that people have heterochromatic eyes, with one colour being of their own and one being that of their soulmate. Except Espio's got two golden eyes... and thus he Has No Soulmate, very drama, much suck, he pretends it doesn't affect him so much. So I hope you enjoy this ^-^

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With a glower Espio stares at his reflection in the mirror, washing his face and studying his eyes. His two eyes, with no difference in colour between them; both a golden yellow, both honeyed and marvelled at by many interested in him and neither matched by any of those people.

“It might not mean anything, really,” Vector had assured him with a bright smile, his one orange and one brown eye kind and fond. “Some people never find their soulmates, but they do find someone else, and they are happy together. And some people do find their soulmate, and they find they don’t like the loss of freedom and break up, and they are happy too. Some people have the same as you, no soulmate at all, and they either never find anyone or do find someone and are also happy. And some people-“

“Yes, I get it,” Espio had interrupted, bristling more than he would have liked himself to.

“I’m just saying you don’t seem to be very open for the idea of falling in love in the first place, Es.”

“Indeed I am not.”

“Well, maybe you should be. It’s wonderful, to be in love.” And that had been the final end of the discussion, and it still makes Espio hiss when he thinks about it. He does not even want a dumb soulmate; it can only be stifling and irking and taking away his attention from his job and tasks he considers so much more important...

That had been his stance on things ever since learning about the prospect of soulmates in the first place, at least, and though the thought the universe does not even have a soulmate out there for him stings, during lonely nights and quiet days he is content.

Or so he always said.

“Thanks for coming too, Espio,” Sonic beams at him, before his half-emerald, half-jade gaze drops down to his chilidog-sauce-covered fingers the chameleon is staring at as well and he quickly licks it away with a giggle as Espio grimaces. “Sorry, heh. But I hadn’t even had time to ask you how you are doing so far! Having fun at the party?”

With a nod Espio hums. The Blue Blur’s birthday party had been quite a struggle to plan out; not because of any unwillingness on everyone’s parts, but because the speedy hedgehog is simply that adept at finding out what they are doing on any other day, plus being plenty fast and capable of showing up in unexpected places within seconds on top. “I am glad the planning went well,” the chameleon thus says. “And that you are having fun, as well. It is your party, after all.”

“I’m having a blast! And I had no idea you guys had anything in store!” Sonic beams back at him. “Heh, and even Eggman showed up to wish me a happy birthday- a good day, really.”

“Hm hm.” Surely Eggman did not show up only for that alone, and Espio suppresses a frown at the memories of being frozen in time, short as it had lasted- well, to be fair, it had not lasted any time at all within the timeless void Eggman had banished everyone to. But Sonic saved the day as usual, and thus he can only be happy.

Eyes already firmly trained on another unattended chilidog on the table Sonic shoots him a little smile from the corner of his mouth. “You’re sitting quite alone here.”

“Don’t I always,” Espio retorts back; sure, he is isolating himself quite a bit once Vector’s and Charmy’s shenanigans stopped being fun and started being irking, but he reasons the Blue Blur knows that about him by now.

“Why don’t you try mingling with some of the others guests who are less likely to drive you nuts?”

“Like whom.”

“Ah- hmm-“ Narrowed bi-coloured green eyes trail over the grassy field they had planned the surprise in, Espio’s normal golden gaze following it. Everyone is chatting and mingling, clearly having fun... “Hm! Do you know Silver?” Sonic speaks up, and the chameleon shrugs at the unfamiliarity of the name.

“I do not believe we have met, no.”

“He’s a buddy of mine too! Met him a while ago, fought each other, went on some adventures, sparred in that white void just now, he’s great.”

“That sounds lovely,” Espio deadpans back.

“Yup!! Heh, I think he is isolating himself as well, actually. Says he doesn’t really know what to do with so many people around.”

“That sounds like me, then.”

With a little grin Sonic bounces away. “He’s over in the little forest over there, if you want to look for him. And if you do see him, tell him I said hi!”

“Yes, of course. Have a good day, Sonic.”

“Will do bye!!” And with that the speedster dashes away, unassuming chilidog getting snatched and people laughing and singing Happy Birthday in the distance as Espio shakes his head. Sonic truly can be too enthusiastic for his own good at times... and he does not even want to meet with some new person. Probably also someone with heterochromic eyes, with the promise of a soulmate in one, someone who will pity him for the fact he has no such thing, he notes bitterly to himself before he can help it... before he shakes his head with a grunt. He is above all that, after all, and no matter what this Silver thinks of him and his two completely normal golden eyes it is not his problem. And besides, maybe this Silver is a calm, even-tempered, laid-back and pleasantly quiet person-

Actually, Espio interrupts himself in that train of thought, that seems to be almost impossible if this Silver is also friends with Sonic.

Sighing deeply the chameleon gets up, stretching himself out and rubbing one eye. It is nice, to sit here in the sun; but stretching his legs and going on a walk sounds nice as well. Not to mention Sonic will pester him about talking to Silver... If he just goes to that little forest for a walk he can say he at least tried to meet that person and missed him, and if he does come across him he can keep it at useless small talk and other such nonsense before making his escape. Yes, Espio nods, setting a brisk pace towards the swaying trees in the distance. No matter which scenario, it’ll be exactly the way he likes it.

Finding himself in the small forest before long – more a glorified collection of trees than a real forest – Espio permits a small smile to form on his face. With the foliage blocking most of the noises from the birthday party in the distance he can focus on the sounds of nature around him: the birdsong and the rustling of leaves in the wind and-

Something akin to a crash, and a loud one at that.

Freezing up Espio lets his fingers trail over the kunai always hidden in his glove cuffs, listening intently to the noises around him. An animal, most likely, or a robot, unfortunately not that unlikely, or-

“Ow! Owwwww.”

...A child?

“Silver, you've got to be more careful,” a voice rings out inbetween the trees a bit distantly, the chameleon’s tail flicking as he inches closer with something stirring in his chest he can’t exactly place. “You can’t keep getting yourself stuck in bushes, that’s just dumb. And they’ll laugh at you if they find out."

Brow furrowing at the hint of sadness intermixing the disappointed tone Espio scuffles to the place he can hear the voice from, peeking past a handful of bushes at the source... which is a small grey hedgehog hopelessly entangled in a bush, the two long quills flowing from his back and getting tugged at uselessly by... hands adorned with cyan circles? “Okay, so this is a bit of a situation,” the child - or rather teenager, because he's not that small - speaks again, grunting as he twists his head around; with the awkward way he is sitting Espio can’t even see what his face looks like. “So maybe-“

“Excuse me,” the chameleon interrupts, aiming to step up to the anthro- and stiffening as a growl resounds and the child begins fussing and squirming instead with the same odd cyan colour rising up all around him. “Wait- sorry! I do not mean you harm, I wish to help you-"

“Who are you!” the anthro snaps at him... rather clumsily, considering Espio can barely see a hint of his face staring up at him.

“My name is Espio, and I presume you are Silver, and now stop twisting like that before you get any brambles stuck in your face next,” Espio retorts, unexpectedly forceful; but he has plenty of experience with Charmy and his shenanigans, and thus he knows very well how to be firm with someone. “I wish to help you, but you need to sit still.”

A huff resounding the other fusses some more, but it pipes down soon enough, the realisation he is hopelessly stuck presumably having struck him. “...Okay. But if you hurt me-!"

“I have no intention to, what with you being a friend of Sonic and all.” Carefully sitting next to him Espio lets his fingers trail over the thick branches wrapped around grey quills, a little smile forming on his face at the way two tiny ears perk up.

“Oh, you know Sonic too?”

“Indeed I do,” Espio hums back, touching his lips with a deep frown replacing the little grin; he hardly smiles, so why... Shaking that thought away he quickly hums, grabbing his kunai after all and carefully moving to cut through the tinier twigs and twines first. “Indeed, he is a companion of the Chaotix Detective Agency which I am a part of as well. We helped plan his birthday party- though I do not recall inviting you.”

A laugh which makes the odd feeling in his chest stir up only more resounds, light and amused. “I mean, I wasn’t invited, actually! I don’t know what happened. One moment I’m just hanging out by myself, and the next I’m in some sort of white void in a ruined city-“ the other’s voice hitches just barely at that, but before Espio can question what it means it recovers- “and then Sonic comes up to me and asks for my Emerald. That was all really suspicious, so I fought him!! And then I lost.”

“Oh,” Espio hums back, his tail giving a twitch with something he cannot place.

“Which is too bad, but it was epic. And then he fought that purple monster thing, and then we were all back here, and t h e n he asked me to stay for his birthday and celebrate as well. So I guess I’m here now.”

“I... see.” Face having long assumed a rather amused frown at the slightly-hectic recalling of events Espio hums and smiles, untangling the other’s quills slowly from the bramble bush and checking one final time if the other truly is free. “Well met, Silver, and my condolences for losing your spar. You’re free now.”

“Thanks- oh, thank you!!” Scrambling up the child flies into the air, shaking out his pelt with a delighted little whoop as Espio stares up at him with quickly-growing confusion. Just what is that cyan around him?! “You’re awesome, Espio!” Silver beams, turning around with a bright smile sent his way- but before the chameleon can respond to ask about the odd colour his eyes fall on the hedgehog’s face, and his words die on his tongue as his body goes a ghostly cold.

Because Silver has the exact same eyes as he does.

[swampgallows]

I just started playing wow. Perhaps it is because i am an old person without much knowledge of these things, but you know, your posts really give me the wrong idea about Garrosh. It was surprising to know that he nuked a whole city. World of warcrime even.

To be fair i followed you for orc thirst and some memes. I was never really a "gamer", maybe i should have read the fics and the text posts. Oh well, nice grindy game though. I am playing as a holy priest vulpera!

yeah he is umm definitely a criminal guy. i mean you saw his book right? it's literally called war crimes LOL

i used to talk about the garrosh meta more when he was still a living character, and back when i had more to say that i hadn't already said about it over the years. but yeah the tldr on my attachment to garrosh is that he started out as a way, way different character than the character he was eventually railroaded into becoming, and so it sucked to watch suicidal orphan become genocidal dictator then vaporized in super hell. i have a lot of feelings about it because im also mentally ill™ n all that, cautionary tale, blah blah.

burning crusade garrosh my beloved.... i love him in wotlk too (that's what cemented my attachment anyway)

i'm glad youre enjoying the game! I've been playing wotlk classic lately and enjoying the trip down memory lane, as well as the old game mechanics, but there are quite a few quality of life improvements in retail that i do miss. if you're ever on wyrmrest accord server, feel free to hit up Arete! That's my main :)

[gilbirda]

You posted some tumblr tips a while back and you seem pretty knowledgeable about the site in general. Especially in fandom spaces.

Do you have any advice for if your least favorite post get more attention than other post?

Like how do you interpret that and kinda dont get discouraged from blogging? And how to hype your other post? is 'bump' still a thing? Thanks in advance!

Hello! First of all I'm humbled and honored that you consider me knowledgeable! I can talk about my experiences around fandom and social media, but please I am no expert or anything.

It sucks when something you don't consider "your best" gets more attention than stuff you broke your back making.

I'd say my first lesson/comment/advice is that even the least favorite things are still something you did with your own hands and it rocks. That they get more attention doesn't mean that stuff you like more is worth less. You made something and pinned it in a public place for everyone to see and that takes bravery. My words may sound empty but all your work is part of you and has value just because of that.

Also, not everything is going to be a ~masterpiece~ — better to make 10 average art pieces and 1 masterpiece, than to obsess over perfection and never make anything at all.

Second piece of advice is that yes, 'bump' is still a thing! Don't be afraid to self-promote yourself. Yes, ad nauseaum. Yes, even if it's an old piece (specially if it's an old piece). Reblog and post your stuff at "prime time" aka, from the time people get out of work/school until they have dinner-ish. There are studies about this and I'm going by memory, but prime time is around 5pm until 8pm or so.

Third piece of advice is: be part of the community! If you want people to notice your stuff, notice other people's stuff!!! Tumblr is not a friendly place to many, and it does rely on reblogs to spread your work. If you want to be seen, put yourself out there. For that I'd recommend tagging things people will see (I saw you do poetry, so maybe check out the tags people will use for that?), follow and comment other artists, maybe join a discord community? If that's something you feel comfortable with.

Again I'm no expert, but I've gotten my fair share of situations like you describe. I'm happy with my work and I made it for myself first, but of course it's frustrating when people sleep on stories I poured my everything on when they give attention to a thing I did in 2 hours and half asleep. It happens. Doesn't make any of your work less valuable.

I hope this helps!