#3. if i admit (and i had to bc they wouldn't let me leave the room otherwise) that I'm weird and abnormal and in the wrong for thinking-

[mire1li]

Reader as Alastor's Mother part 2

Part 1!, Part 3!

𓋼 You would absolutely decorate his microphone with a bunch of ribbons you found!

And he would absolutely allow it in fear of upsetting you, although he began to take them off later on when he had to leave, but seeing you get sad at his actions changed his mind… It did not help that the ribbons were glittery.

“Oh look, Sparkles got sparklier!” Angel had said when Alastor was passing by.

𓋼 He wants you to be happy but don't even try having feelings for anyone in hell, they'll most likely 'disappear under mysterious circumstances' and then you'll just so happen to hear their screams on Alastor's radio broadcast <3

Lucifer tries to flirt everytime he sees you outside (or once he comes back to see the hotel which… would be 'some' time later…) But it's not long before Alastor shows up bcs he has a shadow follow you everywhere

“My mother certainly would not want someone so… ancient…”

“are you trying to make me sound like a fossil?”

“Maybe~ I can’t say for sure though!”

"Y'know, I've stolen wives before… maybe it's time to steal a mother instead!"

"I'm going to fucking kill you"

𓋼 Lucifer would play silly games with you and bring you gifts by leaving them at the hotel’s doorstep, although you never received any (like he thought you did) because Alastor would always take them before you saw them. Or he would make them his own to give to you if you were having a worse day than usual!

“Mother, I had noticed that you weren’t feeling all too great so I brought you a wonderful gift!”

“Oh, thank you, darling!”

Your mood always brightened when he gave you these gifts. 𓋼 One time when Lucifer visited the hotel, he went straight to you to ask you about how you liked the gifts.

"[Name]! Hello, deer, how are you? Did you like the gifts that I left you?"

"Hello Luci, I'm fine, thank you! … Gifts? what gifts?"

"The ones… that I left on the doorstep of the hotel!"

"I dont recall seeing any gifts there… but Alastor recently started leaving the hotel more often! Not for very long though…"

And then Lucifer realised. You never received his gifts because Alastor got to them first! After that, he made sure to put a note with his signature on them. Though, that still didn't deter Alastor, to Lucifer's dismay.

𓋼 One time, Angel returned to the hotel at an unreasonably late hour, so you went to make sure everything was alright.

"Are you alright, Angel?"

"Huh? No, I'm totally fucked!"

"Why? What happened?"

"You know Valentino right? My boss?"

"Of course I do, everyone hates him quite a bit here and you always talk about him"

"Right, well, fuckin' Val made me work an extra 10 hours!"

"He what?!"

"Yeah! Absolute bitch move."

Naturally, Alastor was watching and listening to you two so you turned to him, with quite the menacing look in your eyes.

"Oh Alastor, prepare your radio broadcast!~"

𓋼 You noticed that most of the residents of the hotel all came to you for advice quite often (except Niffty, she's just an entirely different entity)

"It seems they have become quite fond of you, Mother"

"They have, haven't they?"

Alastor's expression was always one of annoyance whenever someone came to you for help. He wouldn't dare admit it, but he was most certainly jealous of anyone who even stood too close to you, let alone talked to you.

𓋼 Because of that one time that Alastor stood right next to Charlie to spite Lucifer, Lucifer decided to stand just that close to you to get back at him.

"An eye for an eye, Mr Radio!"

"I recommend you watch yourself."

𓋼 One time, when you were out of the hotel and walking around Hell with Alastor, Vox just so happened to see you on one of his tv screens, Valentino sitting by him, messaging someone.

"Hey Val, who the fuck is that with that old-timey prick?"

"Hm? No clue."

"You didn't even look, fuckhead"

"How would you know? You're too busy eyefucking Alastor."

"I am not"

"She's probably just another one of those redemption hotel idiots. It doesn't matter"

But Vox still just glared at the screen.

𓋼 Vox continued to keep an eye on you, seeing just how wonderful you are and so when you were outside the hotel alone (or so he thought) he went up to you. Somehow he didn't catch onto the fact that you're Alastor's mother.

"Hello-"

"What do you think you're doing?" Alastor, of course, suddenly appeared out of thin air, standing in between you and Vox, with an even more annoyed smile than usual.

"Alastor, is this another one of your friends?"

"No-"

"Yes, absolutely, ma'am. Great friends, in fact!"

"Ha! Well, you see, this is my Mother."

"Your what?"

Yeah, Alastor simply walked away with you whilst Vox was buffering.

𓋼 Vox constantly tried to talk to you alone but Alastor was always there to stop him, so unfortunate.

"Would you stay away from my Mother, you-! Ahem, my apologies, Mother."

"Hah! Your mother? I think you meant our mother!"

𓋼 Alastor would absolutely cover your ears when swearing at, or insulting, anyone.

𓋼 When you first met Valentino, you were so mad at him on Angel's behalf that you knocked him out and brought him back to the hotel with you. Of course, Vox was there with Val but he was like a lost duckling, just slowly trailing behind you, unsure what to do.

"I'm back!"

"What the fuck did you do??" Angel was lying down on the couch when you entered, dragging the unconcious Valentino behind you.

"A favour to you and hell!"

"No, but how?!"

"That's a secret~"

"Ok… so why'd ya bring him here?"

"Redemption"

𓋼 Back to Lucifer! He would tell you random animal facts to try and impress you! He would also unironically ask around, and search up (if necessary), how to impress a woman.

𓋼 Lucifer would suddenly start playing the violin for everyone in the hotel 'for everyones' entertainment' as he called it. (It was meant for you though). Each time Lucifer did this, Alastor told you that something important happened that required your attention. You always stayed for the beginning though.

𓋼 One day, you were baking cookies and you and Alastor left the kitchen for a while whilst they were in the oven, however, you both somehow managed to forget about them… so when the smoke alarm suddenly rang, you ran into the kitchen, everyone wondering what happened.

"Fuck!"

"Language, Mother."

"Don't you 'language' me, young man!"

𓋼 You redecorated his room. He wasn't a fan of all the new colours, but he still appreciated the gesture. (There was a lot of glitter involved)

𓋼 After a while of you staying there, everyone definitely sees you as a mother figure (Alastor didn't appreciate this much either but he's willing to look past it for his friends)

𓋼 As small gifts, you made everyone items that resemble them and filled them with different colours of glitter and paper that remind you of them. Bonus: Behind the scenes! 1. Yuri's bad timing:

2. Vox and Val:

[tartigglez]

"would you?" pt.1

zhongli x f!reader

・❥・smut with plot, mostly

・❥・1.8k

・❥・16+ light yandere!zhongli, reader is called princess, light brat taming, reader gets picked up, hickeys, aftercare, reader turned adpetus i guess, they get engaged lol, reader gets sick at one point, flashbacks in orange, cliffhanger bc pt.2 will come soon.

・❥・hi folks! new theme, things are gonna be a lot tidier around here from now on, and hopefully a little more serious, i'll be making a new blog for shitposting methinks, enjoy the fic! (ps. sorry celeste, i love you really <3)

rex lapis was not allowed to fall in love with mortals. the laws of the land, of celestia itself, forbade it. but then again, who has ever had the courage to tell the rex lapis that he couldn’t do something? when he has the ability to end them right then and there, who would ever say no to him? 

the prime of adepti has, of course, never once doubted his capability to share his power and transform a mortal into an adeptus, but this wouldn’t be right, it wouldn't be proper, now would it?

would it?

if the power of love had blinded even the very strongest of the archons, how could there possibly be any hope for anyone else?

and so, these circumstances resulted in rex lapis, the god of contracts, doing what he does best, writing up a contract. a contract which was not really a contract, one which he knew didn’t have any real value, because it didn’t matter if you signed it or not, he was still going to carry out his end of the bargain. he would change the form of your body, because he knew that he never wanted to let you go. he wanted to become one with you, to merge with you. he never wanted you to leave…

it started with the basics, sharing his power, his authority. he had to consider how to alter your very being, to change you. then it came to him, he needed to ask you something important, something so crucial to his plan that it couldn’t be avoided, something he had wanted to ask you ever since the moment you both met, but he knew he had to restrict himself, to hold himself back. archons, he was so done with holding himself back.

it was on a late night stroll in liyue harbour when he asked you, when he took your hand in his, when he pulled out a small box from his jacket, and dropped down, on to one knee…

was he seriously doing this? was this actually happening? you never would’ve expected it to be right now but…

“darling, will you marry me…?”

you suddenly felt… lightheaded. not because you wanted to say no, simply because you loved him so much, and he was finally ready for the contract.

“y-yes… yes! i will! i will!”

after giving you a gentle kiss on the back of your hand and putting the ring onto your finger, he stood up from his kneeling position. he then grabbed you by the waist, pressed your lips together, and kissed you, to seal your promise to each other. 

his plan was finally in action.

when the pair of you finally got home from your walk, the first thing you did was pin him against the front door, pressing your lips upon his, so desperate for his attention, despite the fact that you already knew he rarely ever paid any to things that weren’t you. he gripped your wrists and rapidly pulled them together in order to wrap one of his hands around them, flipping you over and trapping you against the door, and you quickly realised how this was going to go.

“already in need, princess? how lovely” gosh he was a tease. for someone who was normally so reserved and calm, he certainly changed his tune when he wanted you, when he needed you.

you could feel your cheeks heating up when having to admit to your longing for him, “jus’ want you,”

“well i’m right here, aren't i?” the mock fell straight from his lips, dark, lustful, needy.

he tilted his head to the side, closing the gap between you both to breathe hot air near your lips, slowly moving closer, and closer, and closer, until your lips met his, gently locking together as he kissed you. at first he was soft, longing, simply showing his love for you. but, of course, it mustn't be forgotten that zhongli, rather, rex lapis, will always have dragonic instincts, and of course they were going to take over…

still pinned against the door, he became more harsh and needy in his kiss, leaning into you, as you began to feel his fangs brush against your tongue. upon letting go of your hands, he gripped onto your waist with one hand, staring you in the eyes, serious, but loving.

“is this okay, my love?”

“more than okay, ‘li” 

“good.”

he quickly viced his lips on your neck, moving his large, veiny hands down your body slowly, listening for your pretty little breaths, until one reached your thigh, the other resting on your ass. he quickly picked you up, moving your legs to encircle his waist, still kissing and biting your neck rapidly, never staying in one place for more than a few seconds. as you wrapped your arms around his neck, sweetly playing with the little curl that sits at the back of his neck, he began manoeuvring you, slowly walking up the stairs to your bedroom.

fuck, it was going to be a long night…

the first thing you felt as you woke up was zhongli’s hands -now larger than usual, having large black and gold talons at the end- carding through the hair on one side of your head, gently massaging your scalp. you were both completely naked, the warm, soft skin of his chest against your cheek as you rested your head upon him. you moved slightly, feeling the sweaty, sticky air between the two of you. truly, whilst zhongli was normally a kind and caring lover, who only ever wanted to make you feel good, this would sometimes prove to be at your own expense later. you were exhausted, and in pain, not horribly, but it was undoubtedly noticeable.

“darling, you're awake” his dark, mahogany voice echoed through your ears, reminding you of the sweet, yet vicious praises it whispered against your neck the night before. 

“are you okay?” this time, his tone had changed. he was nothing but sweet, loving, kind. he seemed genuinely worried about you. he always was, after things like this happened between the two of you. he was always so frightened that he would hurt your soft, frail mortal body. he was afraid that he would inflict pain on you when being caught up in the moment.

“i’m okay, just… sore”

you moved slightly, attempting to roll off him, and onto your back upon the mattress. however, this failed, the aching in your muscles taking over as you collapsed back on to him, feeling a sticky fluid near your crotch, and starting to recall the events of last night…

“c’mon pretty girl, you can take it. just one more, hm? just one more. you can do that for me princess, can’t you?” he was thrusting into you at insane, unnatural speeds, hitting the very deepest points inside, teasing you with his words, but giving you everything with his body.. 

you gently mewled into his shoulder, trying desperately to take his cock, but it was so much, so, so, much. “i can take it ‘li, have to take it fo-” 

“i told you, that’s not my name, princess. behave.”

“m’sorry, m-morax. so s-sorry”

just hearing the whisper of the name he had only been called so many moons ago coming from you was enough to send him over the edge, enough to send him spiralling, enough for him to spill globs of sweet, sticky cu-

“should i run you a bath sweetheart? perhaps it would help relieve some of the aching, hm?” his gentle voice interrupted your train of thought, as the pads of his fingers drifted ever so lightly over your back, providing comfort and warmth.

“yeah, yeah that’d be nice, ‘li,” you softened your voice as he gently pulled the duvet off the two of you, sitting up slowly, and helping you move your form off his body, softly placing you on the mattress. you pulled the duvet up over you again, as he made his way to the chest of drawers next to your bed, grabbing a pair of boxer briefs, and putting them on, despite the fact that he was still covered in both your release, and his own.

“i’ll be back soon, darling,” 

placing a gentle kiss on your forehead, he left the room, making his way to the bathroom. the acoustics there echoed the sound of water running out of the baths tap, as well as zhongli… lighting candles? he wanted everything to be perfect for you, because although his immediate primal instinct was to mate, the one that came right after was to look after you. 

in all truth, he knew that you enjoyed this, of course he did, but there was some part of him that would always feel a pang of culpability deep within his chest. like a warning to himself. he was going to hurt you if he didn’t change you, so changing you was what he had to do…

it happened on an afternoon a few weeks later. zhongli was taking care of you, because you were sick. nothing serious, just a cold, but knowing him, you would be in bed for a week. under normal circumstances he was protective over you, so when you were ill, this was of course going to be extremely amplified.

it would be a lie if zhongli said he understood mortal sickness, but he tried his hardest to, and knew that rest would help. still, he couldn’t help but feel sorry for you, sick and weak. he also couldn’t help but feel that now would be an appropriate time to ask you the question hes been intending to for a very, very long time.

“my darling,” he seated himself on the bed next to you, allowing you to drop your head onto his shoulder, still sniffling, nose red from the silk handkerchiefs he insisted you use, as opposed to tissues, which would be rougher. “i have something to ask you, and i’m not sure how you’ll react,”

“what’s up ‘li?” you move to sit up straight, crossing your legs and looking him in the eye.

“i’ve been thinking…” he trailed off. zhongli only ever trails off when he doesn’t know how to phrase something, when he’s afraid he’s going to say something wrong.

“what is it? y’know nothing you say can ever affect me that badly, right? i mean, i’m literally engaged to an archo-”

“what if i turned you into an adeptus?”

“w-what?”

“what if i could make you stay with me, by my side forever…? would you do it?”

would you?

© tartigglez, 2023. do not copy, translate or repost

[thatsoundslikeadate]

@blushinroses @bumblebeeig

For u pookies bc u two were the first to reblog <3

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Yandere!venture x Fem!S/O

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Warnings : blood, manipulation, threatening (not to S/O) murder

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Venture has had a crush on you for so long, and they wouldn't admit they killed some people to get to you.. but it's alright. So when they walked in and saw a man buying you a drink... They weren't to happy. And as the dude walk out into the dark alleyway, venture slit his throat. Blood started gushing from his throat as his voice box was cut. He tried screaming but it came out in chokes of blood. "Shh... She would never love someone like you anyways you worthless fucking asshole." They let the man slide out of their hands and onto the concrete. Seeing you walking back with your friends, quickly grabbing their present and running towards you.

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"y/n.. I need to- tell you something.." venture breathed really hard from running. You turn around to face them and see the present. "Yes venture? What's up?" Your face lights up with a smile as venture pulls out the present there's a red stain on it but they said it's just wine they were rushing and spilled it while drinking it. As you open it, it's a plushie you've always wanted, but never had money to get, and a note. "Awww! Venture I will be your girlfriend!" You hug them and they smile, kicking the knife they killed someone with away.

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"baby.. don't you love me?.." venture asks as you start heading to your friends, venture didn't want you to leave, and they didn't wanna just tell you to stop hanging out with your friends bc they were jealous, so they manipulated you. You sigh and text your friends you couldn't come because your boss needed you. You walk towards you partner, and collapse on them, taking the shoes you just put on off and cuddle them, they smile and laugh. Kissing you again.

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[aalissy]

Secret Relationship

Here's day 18 :). A lil bit of Ladrien fluff for today's chapter bc I love writing these two in love hehe. Stay tuned for tomorrow <3

AO3

The City of Light was as enchanting as ever, but it held a special secret under its sparkling façade for Ladybug and Adrien Agreste. They were in love, and no one knew. Under the mask of Ladybug and the persona of Adrien, they found solace in each other, cherishing stolen moments together away from the prying eyes of Paris. Stolen moments where they could sneak kisses against each other’s lips and spend the day in each other’s arms.

It was a quiet summer evening when Ladybug swung gracefully into Adrien's bedroom. The familiar sight of her red and black spots against the moonlit sky made his heart race. He had been waiting for this moment all day, counting down the hours until he could see her again.

"Hello, my lady... bug," Adrien greeted her with a playful smile, his eyes twinkling with affection. 

"Hey, handsome," Ladybug replied, her voice filled with warmth as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Thankfully, she hadn’t seemed to notice his little slip with his nickname. It was just so easy to call her the same names he did as Chat. 

All of that faded away, though, the moment her blue eyes sparkled with mischief as she leaned in for a kiss. The world seemed to melt away at that moment, leaving just the two of them, wrapped in their secret love.

They settled down on his couch, a cozy blanket spread out across them with several boxes of snacks on the table. Adrien had gone all out, preparing all of Ladybug's favorite foods and drinks. They talked about their day, laughed about silly moments, and simply enjoyed each other's company.

"I still can't believe we've managed to keep our relationship a secret for so long," Adrien said, his voice filled with wonder.

"Well, we are pretty good at keeping secrets," Ladybug replied with a hint of pride in her tone. "Besides, I think it makes our time together even more special. Knowing something that no one else in Paris does."

He nodded, reaching out to take her hand in his. "I wouldn't trade this for anything. I love you, Ladybug."

Her smile grew wider and he felt his heart race at the sight. "I love you too, Adrien. More than you'll ever know."

He tugged her down into another soft, wonderful kiss.

As the night wore on, they found themselves lying side by side, staring up at the stars. The soft hum of the city below was a comforting backdrop to their quiet conversation.

"Do you ever wonder, though, what it would be like if we could just be ourselves? Without the fear of Shadowmoth and the masks?" Adrien asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

"All the time," Ladybug admitted. "But for now, this is enough. As long as we're together, nothing else matters."

Adrien squeezed her hand, a silent promise that echoed her sentiments. "We'll figure it out someday. Until then, our secret is safe with me."

Ladybug smiled, squeezing his hand back in a way that had him staring at her adoringly. "And with me."

They shared a tender kiss beneath the starry sky, their love a beacon of light in the darkness. No matter what challenges lay ahead, they knew they could face them together. 

They shared another kiss, this one soft and lingering, before settling back into their comfortable silence. The world outside might be complicated and full of responsibilities, but here, on his couch, they were just two people who were completely and utterly in love.

“I wish we could do this every night, though,” Adrien murmured. “Just you and me, no secrets, no masks.”

Ladybug nodded, understanding his longing as her eyes reflected the same emotions his held back at him. “One day, Adrien. One day we’ll have that. I’ll defeat him. You know I will. But for now, let’s just make the most of what we have.”

He smiled, his heart swelling with even more love for the girl who had captured his heart so completely. “As long as I have you, Ladybug, I know everything will be okay.”

They spent the next hour talking about their dreams for the future. Laughing and giggling as they both talked and dreamed of what they would eventually have with each other. It was complete and utter bliss.

“You’re amazing, you know that?” Adrien said, gazing at her with admiration when she said something particularly sweet. “You’re strong, brave, and you always put others first.”

Ladybug blushed, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. “I could say the same about you. You’re always there for everyone, even when it’s hard. You inspire me every day.”

Their conversation flowed naturally, each word strengthening the relationship between them. The night grew cooler, but neither of them wanted to leave the warmth of their shared moment.

Eventually, Ladybug sighed, knowing it was time to go. “I should get back home. It’s getting late.”

Adrien nodded, though he hated the idea of saying goodbye. “I know. Just... be safe, okay?”

She smiled, her heart aching with love for him. “Always. And you too.”

They stood, and Adrien pulled her into a tight embrace, holding on as if he never wanted to let go. Ladybug melted into his arms, savoring the feeling of his warmth and strength.

“Until next time, my love,” Adrien whispered, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“Until next time,” Ladybug echoed, her voice soft and filled with emotion.

With one last lingering look at Adrien, she leaped out of his bedroom window, swinging gracefully through the night as she made her way home.

He watched her go, his heart full. He knew their journey wouldn’t be easy, but as long as they had each other, he was ready to face whatever challenges came their way.

Ladybug soared through the night sky, sharing the exact same love and determination that he did. They were a team, partners in every sense of the word. And no matter what the future held, their love would always be their greatest strength.

As she made her way back home, Ladybug couldn’t help but smile. Though their secret may have been hidden from the world, it was a beacon of light in their lives. And for now, that was more than enough.

[irrealisms]

Reverse unpopular opinion meme: Feng Xin?

i can't tell if the 'reverse unpopular opinion meme' just means that i have to be nice about it or if i have to be nice AND unpopular? i'm probably just going to gush. this is all mostly stuff i've said on discord buuuuut whatever u get it again

anyway!!! feng xin!!! character of ALL fucking time. he makes me SAD. all he wants to do is protect & care for the ones he loves and (a) he can't, really, (b) they keep sending him away. xie lian but also jian lan! and then for 800 years he and mu qing are at each others' throats for leaving and. it's...not that simple, for either of them, really, but xie lian is gone and hating each other is easier to admit and verbalize and act on than hating themselves. (tbc they do genuinely hate each other more than they hate themselves, bc they dont understand each other, but ... they hate themselves for leaving, too, and it's easier to hate each other for leaving xie lian than to face the fact that they left too.) i think about the fact that feng xin has hongjing a lot. the thing of. in book four, xie lian loved that sword and almost wasn't able to bring himself to sell it. that sword reveals the true face of a ghost, even a supreme, and maybe if they hadn't sold it feng xin would've believed him. maybe xie lian wouldn't have to doubt himself, he could have proof for everyone, if he had it and it happened again. (and it does!! hongjing is the eventual method of reveal!!!!) they sold it, 800 years ago, and xie lian had loved it, and in book 1 feng xin has it, and hua cheng breaks it, and in book 3 feng xin has it again, repaired. i don't think fx even ever talks about it much. but there's so much there, in him finding it and keeping it and then repairing it when it breaks. it's such a ... traditionally masculine way of showing a very deep love and care? which is really very feng xin. i also think a lot about him breaking his own arm, in book 2, rather than let xie lian cause problems within his family to try and defend feng xin from punishment. and the way he loves xie lian's parents so deeply, and the ways that relationship is in some ways closer than the relationship xl has with them? and also about feng xin's bodyguard training. cries a little. the bodyguard training is related to the breaking his own arm, also...he was raised with the knowledge from very young that he is less important than xie lian, that his only sworn duty is to protect xie lian at the cost of his own safety. sometimes that's "if xie lian's in danger you put yourself in between him and the danger, you fight threats to his life and don't let them get close to him" and sometimes that's "if xie lian's starting an argument you break your own arm rather than let him cause problems". and he doesn't chafe under that, protecting + obeying xie lian is his shining purpose in life, and then book four happens and everything falls apart. i think 'dogcoded' is very overused as a description of fictional characters to the point of meaninglessness but feng xin truly is dogcoded imo!!! all he knows is follow his master & obey his master & protect his master from threats. auggghhhhh. feng xin............. every day i think about xianle trio and take immense psychic damage

(send topics and instead of salt or hot takes, i MUST talk abt smth i like about it)

[weebsinstash]

Im not gonna say puerto ricans don't say tio to mean guy bc maybe they do (I've personally never heard it. Honestly even meaning uncle it's rare in PR usually I hear titi/tito for aunt/uncle) but tio (meaning guy) is specifically such a spaniard thing to say, honestly when we mock the spanish we do it saying tio.

Honestly the fact I even know that is because I read it secondhand on tumblr somewhere💀 or I mean, I've heard tio meaning uncle before (unless i was earblind lmao), but I had no idea it also meant dude until, you know. Recently.

bruh I bet Miles learned that in Spanish class at school, I think I remember seeing a post somewhere where they said "maybe miles wouldn't have a b in Spanish if he wasn't doing Spain Spanish in school and Puerto Rican Spanish at home" or something to that effect, idk, unless they're teaching Mexican Spanish at his school and Miles is just genuinely struggling so hard he pulled from a third form of Spanish he ain't even formally learning 😂

Gotta admit, Miles teaching Reader horrible Spanish/Spanglish would be a cute sorta thing to get under Miguel's skin, and I actually did, uh, write this a while back for funsies lol (although I keep forgetting to use those recommended translator sites so, using Google translate I know will set me on the wrong path lmao)

Reader be like "oh Miguel hates Spanglish? Let me tease the fuck out of this man 👏" but like this is one of those drafts that goes absolutely nowhere lmao, it's some dialogue and then Reader saying something to Jess that he actually wasn't supposed to hear and then done haha

I just. I like didn't even finish one Spanish class ok, I had a part of a Spanish class in middle school and obviously im, 26 now, aging 😩 Miguel could be speaking Spanish talking about leaving me in the bottom of a ravine to die of starvation and as long as he's saying it A Tone I'd be like "o-ok then, whatever you say 😳 i dont know what youre saying but you sound sexy saying it"

I'm just kind of. I'm weird because I can be extremely shy but once I'm comfortable or at least drunk or high or something I can be a huge teasing agitating shit disturber and I keep thinking of Reader just being INAPPROPRIATE with this man

Reader, after 3 glasses down at Spidey Margherita night, looking at Miguel from across the room: look at Miguel over there, just, being gorgeous. Fuck him. His tits are bigger than mine, his ass is fatter than mine, and his waist is smaller than mine. What the fuck. Who let him get away with that. He's lucky this isn't one of the universes where I can get HIM pregnant

Jess, the unfortunate soul who gets to make sure you get home: Girl, you know he can hear you right? Super hearing, genetically spliced, remember?

Reader: bulllllshit, it isn't THAT good, we're so far away, and it's loud in here. Look, I'll prove it. Hey Miguel, you want me to suck that dick?

VIOLENT CHOKING FROM THE OTHER SIDE OF THE ROOM, GLASS SHATTERING, DRINK DROPPED ON FLOOR. Miguel O'Hara found dead in Miami as he looks immediately at you with the most.... girl he doesn't even know how to react right now! He's embarrassed, he's shocked, he's... aroused??? Jess is giving you the most "oh my god you did not just say that" look as you're chugging the rest of your drink and exiting stage right because ohhhhhh my god you can never look him in the eyes ever again (but he'll remember this and seek you out later, don't worry 😉)

[acourtofthought]

lol I was skimming through your blog and I saw ppl love to say elain is uncomfortable around lucien I once had this argument with someone and I asked them "why hasn't she break the mating bond?" and they instantly shut down lol

like come on girl if she was THAT uncomfortable wouldn't she asked feyre if there was a way to end whatever it was with him and set herself free and choose azriel? she had 2 years to think about it and it apparently hasn't accrued to her once...

and my bigger question is why Azriel hasn't ask himself that? ah right... he hasn't think beyond the fantasy of her in his bedroom so he dosen't really care if she's mated or not bc his brothers are mated to her sisters and lucien of all people is mated with her, now how fair is that? very romantic...

honestly it's really that simple... yall just need to think a little and stop being blind and delulu lmao

I think it's probably accurate to say Elain IS uncomfortable when Lucien is around.

But.......so what, right? 😂

Feyre was terrified of Rhys when she first met him.

Nesta made Cassian feel like he was worthless when she first met him, snorting and looking away as if he was nothing then told him on multiple occasions to leave her the hell alone.

So yes, Elain is uncomfortable but there are many possible reasons that could be causing that besides the "she has no interest in him and will never have interest in him" argument.

I am the absolute worst around people I'm really attracted to. Like, "can't make eye contact and have no idea what to say" awkward and uncomfortable.

Elain might not want a mate or a male because she's trying to convince herself it's the truth all the while being frustrated that she's extremely drawn to Lucien.

Elain's "newfound boldness" might disappear around Lucien because he can see right through that "newfound boldness" to realize she's fooling herself and those around her, that she's not as happy and fine in the NC as she's putting out there.

Everyone expects Elain to make friends and be optimistic because that's who she's always been but what happens when if it's not working? She wouldn't want to let others down when they have certain expectations of her so she's showing them what they want to see. Maybe she's trying to fake it until she makes it herself.

But a mate KNOWS things and can most likely sense that she's full of shit. That would make me lose my "newfound boldness" too. Knowing someone has a front row seat to my soul and they can see act I'm putting on.

Until we are at the end of Elain's book (considering Nesta STILL couldn't admit her feelings for Cassian until 3/4 of the way through), no one can say for certain that Elain's reaction to Lucien isn't a result of the intense emotions and pull she has to him, that it's something she's fighting having to admit because it's scary.

Like you said, why string the poor man along for nearly two years if she's really not interested? Why keep accepting his gifts? Why not beg Feyre to not invite him to Solstice? And why haven't Az or Elain made any plans on what they'll say to Lucien if they do in fact have feelings for one another? If Elain has no interest in him then why is Rhys telling Az to back off? Why does Nesta call her a wretch for not sitting near him? Why does Cassian feel bad for the longing on Lucien's face? Why did Feyre tell Elain to get to know Lucien? Why did Feyre encourage Lucien to spend more time with Elain? Considering these are Az's people, why are they all on board the Elucien train?

Elain and Az not ending up together is a blip in their journey's. They had a year where they tossed around the idea of something (all the while Az was also tossing around the idea of wishing Mor wanted him). But they can move on and it really doesn't affect anyone to any real degree, not even themselves. If Az can get over his 500 + year old love for Mor within the span of a book then getting over a 1 year long crush should take him 1/500th of that time.

Elain and Lucien not ending up together impacts their entire lives. It impacts the lives of whoever they end up with (that person always knowing that their SO has a unique bond with someone else, a super special connection that only mates share). It's not something, as Rhys tells us, that will ever completely go away.

[akai-anna]

HEY THERE MY LOVELY MUTUAL <3 <3 (I love when you reblog and queue my posts ur actually amazing ily so much I love reading your tags hugs hugs hugs <3 <3 <3 im in love, giggling kicking my feet everyday)

SAW THE CHARACTERS OPINION BINGO U REBLOGGED 👍 I GOTCHU

TAKAGI. BABY BOI OF DCMK (I remember seeing a poll rolling around somewhere about the most dcmk baby girl and Takagi won)

I will also have to have to ask you about Kaito HAHAH (my fav blorbo i will admit)

ok the thing is im from australia. choose an australian animal of your choice bc i am Intrigued. im not too sure how the bingo would translate though hahahah I don't think it would work very well

(feel free to also ask me anything or talk to me and about this bingo too >v0 b)

wait you know what i forgot LOL WE GOTTA HAVE THE PROTAGONIST DUO SHIN/CONE AS WELL. PLS

*LIGHTS UP LIKE A CHRISTMAS TREE* MY DEAR MUTUAL, HI CYN, HELLO!!!!

Firstly: WE'VE NEVER TALKED BEFORE BUT LET ME TELL YOU, I WAS (still am) SMILING LIKE AN IDIOT WHEN I SAW YOU SEND IN AN ASK! Yes, I keep track and i'm always happy to see you in my activity and my dash! (I'm also really happy to see we mutually share that feeling; I relate to the giggling kicking feet sentiment a lot.) I'm happy to have this chance to interact with you, in a sense, face to face! Bless you, darling, and I'm sending hugs right back at you.

Secondly: YOU HAVE EXCELLENT TASTE AND YOU HAVE MY ETERNAL ADORATION ESPECIALLY FOR ONE TAKAGI WATARU, he always needs more love, I FREAKING ADORE THAT MAN.

Thirdly: warning notes apply, as stated in previous asks:

I tend to interpret things liberally: only my own rules apply, which means ->

I check everything that makes sense to me, even if they might seem contradictory

The Character Opinion Bingo in question

Prepare for endless ranting. And as a certain someone says: さあショーの始まりだ わ!

I. Takagi Wataru

The Babygirl and Malewife of My Heart Personal Special Tag: #takagi is a good man

Points that I feel need a little elaboration:

I am so normal about them: I use the word "normal" as a synonym for "utterly obsessed with" and "absolutely love and adore". (I don't like the word in itself, hence, the only context I use it in, is this. But that is another story.)

*puts them in a salad spinner*: as in, the salad spinner is my brain, and he keeps rotating in it at high centrifugal force.

Canon isn't real if I don't look at it and That's a solid design right there: Detco Canon is... As much as I love it, I think we can agree it has its shortcomings/issues, and one of them is coming up. These two points go hand in hand at this moment because LOOK AT HIM!!! LOOK AT HIM!!! THIS MAN IS A BABY!!! LOOK AT HIM, HE'S PERFECT!!! THE SPIKY HAIR!!! THE SHAPES!!! THE COLOUR PALETTE!!! HE'S SO CUTE!!

I resonate with this particular video: his new design in the anime (partly thanks to the general Square-and-Pointy-fication) is just... THEY HAD THE PERFECT MAN. IT'S A CRIME. Bless that he is at least still cute in the manga, even if not the same way as in the early anime. The sharp cheekbones and soft looking hair have their charm.

My point is: THIS!!!! MAN!!! IS!!! A BABY!!!!

Literally I would kiss them and I want to BITE them: he makes me go FERAL with LOVE, and makes me feel like I want to gnaw on something or eat a whole fridge or scream endlessly into a pillow. I wouldn't do it to HIM (I'll leave that to Satou Miwako), but generally, the feeling is there. (Okay, I'll be honest, I would totally give him forehead, cheek, or hair kisses.)

To close his section, have one of my favourite bits about this Baby Of A Man. That poll was absolutely right about him, THE ULTIMATE BABYGIRL (and Malewife TM).

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II. Kuroba Kaito/Kaitou KID

The Local Mischief and Chaos Bringer Personal Special Tag: #the magical agent of chaos

LOL I DIDN'T EXPECT TO GET A BINGO, EVEN WITH THE FREE SPACE HAHA

Some points are the same as for Takagi, but here is elaboration on the ones that don't match:

Bastard, A Beast Unleashed and They didn't get bullied enough: let's be real. He's an Absolute Menace. And I sort of love that about him. Highly competent (competency makes me go weak), and if that is not scary (and hot) I don't know what. And sometimes he also goes too far (lifting skirts is not okay at all, Kaito) and needs someone to put a leash on him (or kick a soccer ball at him/chase him in a classroom). I feel that sometimes he needs a bit of bullying a challenge, to think about things. And again, honesty: I love seeing him suffer a bit, I love his Panic Moments LOL. Not in a mean way. But I also love how kind he is; the baseball chapter in the MK manga has my heart, and the Clock Tower Heist, and the Red Tear chapter... Not to mention the Nightmare arc. He cares about people and making others happy. I feel I went on a tangent here. Onto the bastard bit: he CAN BE SUCH A BASTARD AND I LOVE THAT ABOUT HIM TOO. Two of my favourite bits of Bastardry from him include 1) HOW HE DISGUISED AS RAN AND HOW HE BAITED SHINICHI AT THE VERY END OF THAT ENCOUNTER and 2) THE WAY HE SENDS SHINICHI CAREENING IN THE SIDECAR LIKE IT'S NOTHING (but also Shinichi getting right back at him and setting fire to the fckin fuel.) Pure Bastard Energy.

I want their gender: I love the way he is just so free-spirited about how he dresses/disguises. And I love the thought of him and Aoko doing outfit swaps (I blame that competition in MK for these. Also look at these delightful posts on the topic).

Canon isn't real if I don't look at it: I have... issues, with canon, you could say. Like the way he has no support system, especially bothers me. I would like to see his character treated with more care (be it MK or DetCo). I live for good character development, and I crave that for him.

To close this section, have one of my favourite conversations between these two menaces of nature.

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III. Australian Animal of Choice: Koala

Fun fact: I've been in love with koalas ever since I got a keyholder plushie from relatives in Australia when I was like... in kindergarten? Or early elementary? Also don't worry, *puts on sunglasses* I wouldn't have mentioned animals, if I thought I couldn't work with them.

Elaboration is needed here I feel.

I am so normal about them: I'm not as obsessed as I used to be but I'm eternally fond of koalas. Did you know their fingerprints are so similar to us they could be mistaken for human fingerprints? Or how they spend most of their time sleeping because the eucalyptus they consume is toxic? Or how they can actually swim well? Or how they are literally surviving by being Dumb As Shit because Being Dumb Saves Energy? Yeah, I'm totally normal about them.

*projects onto them like a mf* and I want their gender: Oh to be a koala, just existing, sleeping, sometimes waking up to eat some eucalyptus, then going right back to sleep. I want that.

That's a solid design right there: HAVE YOU SEEN THEM? SO FLUFFY LOOKING!!! WITH BIG CLAWS!!! THE BIG NOSE!!! SO SHAPED!!! NOT TO MENTION THE EARS!!!

They are so silly and They Sure Do Exist: how did this animal even come into existence? Weird lil creatures. THEY ARE JUST SO SILLY. THE NOISES THE MAKE. Like oh my god.

Literally I would kiss them: THEY JUST LOOK SO SOFT, HOW DO YOU EXPECT ME NOT TO BURY MY FACE IN THE FUR?

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IV. Kudou Shinichi/Edogawa Conan

*Prof Agasa voice* He has many nicknames, like Gremlin Child, Absolute Menace, Ultimate Baby, Lil Nerd, Walking Encyclopedia Son, or Disaster Child. I think I call him as many names as I do my dear Rosie, so that is quite telling LMAO Personal Special Tag: #the detective gremlin

HDSBSKDB DOUBLE BINGO (AND ALMOST 4 BC HE'S ALSO DET'S FAV, SO ALMOST CROSSED OUT PROXY TOO KSJNVKSVNJS OK, my love for him is showing, I guess)

EDIT: FCKIN TRIPLE BINGO AS @vampirecatsw POINTED OUT oh my god, I'm blind

Again, some thoughts on relevant bits.

*projects onto them like a mf*: THIS CHILD IS SO FCKIN NEURODIVERGENT, AND I FCKIN RELATE, ALSO HE LOVES AND CARES SO DEEPLY IT HURTS AND I RELATE SO HARD.

A Beast Unleashed: another MENACE OF NATURE. You cannot let him roam free, he finds trouble like it's Breathing. Also love it when he goes ballistic. Or when he shows how competent he is. Like GOD. HE'S AMAZING, and he's a danger to criminals and himself, mostly.

Everyone else if wrong about them: not EVERYONE, just... some people. We agreed with a friend that some of our issues in portrayal lies with the fandom sort assigning him traits that Hakuba has, but not Shinichi (Hakubification). Of course, people can have their fun with it, but it's not for me and have my own opinions on the matter.

Canon isn't real if I don't look at it: again, DetCo has issues. Like the lack of continuity/ erased character development, or not bringing up issues ever again, and the like. Early DetCo was GOOD at these, and I miss those times.

That's a solid design right there and I fuck with this aesthetic so hard: HE IS!!!! SO SHAPED!!!!! SO ROUND!!! (or at least used to be) THE GENTLE CURVES OF HIS FACE!!! THE SILLY HAIR!!!! NOT TO MENTION HIS FCKIN WARDROBE!!!! I'M OBSESSED WITH HIM!!! Also, I have a huge thing for blue eyes and dark hair combination, not to mention the glasses... I'm fckin weak for glasses... god. He just hits all the right spots in my heart and brain. (Not to mention his personality, I WANT TO CRY I LOVE HIM SO MUCH-)

They didn't get bullied enough: I live for others teasing Gremlin Child. It's not quite bullying (never HURT HIM FOR REAL, I'LL CRY), but he needs to be TEASED MORE FOR SURE. I guess Bastardry also fits into this, that's good too.

SQUEAK: sometimes he is just so DUMB I want to SQUISH HIM HARD OR SHAKE HIM. I LOVE HIM, I SO DO, even if he is an idiot at times. God. I love him.

Literally I would kiss them and I want to BITE them: HIS CHEEKS ARE SO PERFECTLY ROUND I WANT TO CHOMP ON THEM. ALSO ALL THE KISSES TO HIM!!!!! BABY BOY!!!! GIVE HIM ALL THE KISSES!!!! AND HUGS TOO!!!

Bastard: the way he FCKS WITH SOME CRIMINALS. OH MY GOD. THE WAY HE IS SOMETIMES A MENACE ON PURPOSE. THE WAY HE SOMETIMES GETS SO ANNOYED HE JUST GOES FOR HIS WATCH. Also the way he is an absolute bastard to KID. His attitude is just so. *chef kiss* Love a menace of a child, HE'S AMAZING. HIS RAZOR SHARP SMIRK, THE MISCHIEVOUS CHILD FACE.

I have way too many favourite bits related to this boi. So. Have these random screencaps from my DCMK folder.

I hope you have fun reading this madness, Cyn! I HAD AN ABSOLUTE BLAST, YOU HAVE MY ETERNAL LOVE, may you have an absolutely blessed day, dear.

[justagalwhowrites]

Re: my last comments about wanting to reread Lavender.

Have you ever thought about any differing OG Lavender-verse where Joel does get over his shit a little quicker? I’m still mad at him for *spoilers* being mad at her for not telling him about the thing. Like it’s so reasonable that she was going to but *things* got in the way. And what she went through to TRY to keep everybody safe… ugh. It’s telling how traumatized he is that he couldn’t get it together but I think sometimes he was too hardheaded.

Also, I never thought about it but as you say in the AU he’s her everything. That’s me & my now husband. He was older (6 years, not crazy) and my first and only. Now 16 years later and married and still very happy, maybe I appreciate that story element bc I relate ❤️

Hi Bestie!!

I'm going to go in reverse order kinda because part of this reply is gonna be REAL long lol!

That's so sweet with you and your husband!!! I'm so happy that you can relate to that and that you found that with him, that's so lovely <3

Spoilers for Lavender below the cut!

So there were a few points where things could have diverged in the OG Lavender-verse. The big one being, Doc doesn't lose the baby. He would still be traumatized as fuck and their relationship would be rocky but they may never fully break up (or, if they did, it wouldn't be for as long because Evie would force them to see each other and they couldn't keep their hands each other if they had to be around each other often.) Their relationship would have been ROCKY though and I'm not sure it would have lasted as Evie grew closer to adulthood.

There were some other points where things could have been different, too. The first time Doc leaves the QZ and it's just her and Joel and they run into raiders on the way back? By that point, Joel was kind of at this tipping point. He was so shaken by the near loss of her - and they'd just slept together the night before and had been in such close proximity for more than a day by that point - that he was very nearly ready to try to get her to give him another shot. Her freak out about the raiders - and her snapping and telling him that Sarah's death was NOT on her - pushed him the other way. Now if they'd gotten back together here, I'm not sure it would have stuck for long? She may have latched on tighter and not let him pull away when he started to devolve again but otherwise, he'd still be coping with a lot of the same trauma brain shit he was otherwise and it would have taken its toll.

Another time was after McCarthy comes to the QZ, when he finally knows everything that happened during the outbreak and feels so guilt ridden about it all. If they'd had sex that night, they'd have been together again at least for a while. But trauma brain Joel would have come along to ruin the party again.

The big thing is, the QZ was an inherently retraumatizing place to be, especially for Joel (the militarized power, being surrounded by death, etc.) and his brain going "HEY CARING ABOUT SOMEONE IN A PLACE LIKE THIS WILL LEAD TO YOUR DEATH" would, at the very least, make their relationship's survival a constant fucking struggle. The reason it sticks later is a combination of things. 1) He's at this unique point of "she's leaving and you will never see her again, you are losing her, this is the end" that forces him to admit just how much he cares about her in spite of trying to push her away for so many years. It also forces him to realize just how desperate he is to keep from losing her. He can't live without her, proximity (or lack there of) won't change that for him. 2) They're forced to stay together and work together to get Ellie to where she needs to go, so things that might normally force distance can't. She can't run to Andrew, he can't run to Tess, they can only turn to each other and they do. 3) They end up in Jackson, which is a far more healthy environment than the QZ, and - outside of shit like KC and stuff with the fireflies and a few blips along the way - the trek west is relatively peaceful compared to QZ life. Yes they're under threat and cautious and it's a struggle to survive BUT you're not being held at gunpoint by agents of the state and burning the bodies of dead children on the regular, a vast improvement over QZ life (and obviously major triggers for Joel.) This gives Joel some emotional space to come to terms with his trauma and start to heal and recover, pulling him out of this cycle of constant retraumatization. It's like with Maslow's hierarchy of needs. QZ Joel could never make it past that first level, when he constantly felt like his life was at risk he can't do the bigger work of healing and self actualizing. All his emotional energy is spent on survival. Once he has the space to do it, he can start to heal and be a partner to Doc.

ANYWAY I know I basically wrote a super long novel here lol! I hope it makes sense (and know that my interpretation is NOT the only valid one!!! It's definitely OK to be like "nah I think if they'd done x differently it would have worked.") I definitely get sad about all their lost years from time to time but I'm so glad they found their way back to each other in the end.

Thank you for reading and for reaching out!! Love you!!!

[beldaroot]

ANITA !!!! aaahhh ok so i’ve been super busy these past few weeks so i’m just catching up on buddy daddies ep 9&10 now and!!!! I NEED TO SCREAM ABOUT IT TO SOMEONE!!!

ok first of all, any kind of sports day/festival episode in an anime is my absolute favourite and this one did not disappoint !!! i was literally smiling like an idiot the entire episode because of how into it kazuki and rei were, like rei sneaking into the school the night before so he could get the best seats in the front???? the cutest thing i’ve ever seen HELP OTL and rei getting all depressed because he tried to cheer on miri and accidentally made her trip ??? you’re telling me this man is an cold blooded assassin?? gsbshagsjshsk except i have to admit i fully sobbed at the end when miri had to find “family” for the scavenger hunt and she got her papas!!! i was crying just like kazuki in that scene T^T

but ohhh my god episode 10….. this one hurt so bad!!! of course at this point we know that kazuki and rei love miri and that they’ve grown used to this little family of theirs, but in this episode it really hit them of HOW MUCH of a family they really are and it’s really shattering my heart to see this family break up just when they’re all starting to be happy together T^T i loved kazuki taking miri and rei out for one last fun day together it was so sweet but the entire time i was only thinking about how they’ll have to say goodbye to their little miri soon…. i’m so anxious about what’s gonna happen next i just hope that these 3 will have a happy ending…. but i have a feeling we’re in for a bit more hurt :’[ do you have any theories for this show?? i’d be interested in hearing them if you do!!!

anyways sorry for this super long ask!! but you’re the only person i know who watches bd and i need to let all of my emotions out haha!! have a lovely day/night <3

ahhhhhh sunny i'm so glad you've caught up with the episodes!! i should've warned you how emotional these last two episodes were, i'm sorry!! but i'm so glad you enjoyed them :')

ep 9 was soooo silly and fun! i also love festival/sports day episodes and i knew kazuki was gonna be competitive as hell but it was so nice seeing rei be just as supportive and protective! i cracked up when he also wanted to kill that lil boy for getting to close to miri lol but i was also crying at his face when he made miri fall and when he realized miri gave him the "family" paper! rei's just stepped up so much (like the cereal onigiri OTL) and is really allowing himself to be emotional and i'm glad kazuki doesn't pressure him to change, that it's coming naturally bc rei genuinely cares for this lil family he has :')

and ep 10..... oh you don't understand how much i was BAWLING my eyes out over it!!! right when we see rei and kazuki open up to be a family and start anew, it all has to come crashing down OTL kazuki trying to lighten the mood by having one last fun day was precious, but then it got to the ferris wheel ride and i couldn't see past my tears bc it was so bittersweet! and then realizing that kazuki wrapping the scarf is a direct parallel to the cat in the first episode?!? i honestly don't want to make many theories bc i don't want to get my hopes up.... but i wish that it all ends with a happy ending. i think this show has been v successful so i wouldn't be surprised if they had an ova/movie in the works? if they do, then i can see it ending bittersweetly, like miri stays with her mom but comes visit kazuki and rei still, but then the ova goes into eliminating rei's family so there isn't any threat to miri anymore and then they can all live together? i'm not sure what's gonna happen with miri's mom though... like i don't want her dead lol but if she leaves again i feel like that would hurt miri a lot :( UGH it's all so sad to think about! but no matter what, they've all changed bc they've met each other and their one year together will always make them a family! <3 if you have any theories let me know!!!

[purpleturtle9000]

Giving you them bc they reminded me of blue thing and purple thing <3

Speaking of purple thing, may I ask for any crumbs of them? Also, had a thought of do things (blankets, plushies, etc) ever get sacrificed to the alligator nest? Has any other blueberry other than Tello’s ended up in there?

Also, adhd moment but do any of the blueberries have surprise allergies bc for some reason I think it would be funny to make blue things life even more benignly stressful <3

Okay last question, where do each of the blueberries/grapes feel safest?

Throwing a blanket over you and leaving a basket of snacks on your table have a lovely day okie byeee

BABIES they're so cute look at them I wanna Gently Hold

I love talking about purple :3

Brief blueberry trivia: when Spruce first sees them, xe scrambles after them immediately, because xe recognises any version of xyr twin, and is briefly hopeful that xyr Donnie might've survived. It is a crushing experience for everyone to see how distressed xe is that they're the wrong purple.

Also the reason I gave them a battle arm was so they can turn it into a gatling gun with their ninpo, they need more ways to be extremely inadvisable with weapons. They were always an inch shorter than Leonardo so they made their new legs longer so they're the same height. Insufferable.

They never admit to sleeping better with Angelo there, but Angelo was well aware, and used to drag the twins into a sleep pile, with Leonardo and Tello curled together and Angelo on top of Leonardo's shell.

They teach all their grapes Be Gay Do Crime and is constantly in trouble with the blue turtle as a result. It's not like it's their fault that one of the grapes stole a nuclear missile, it didn't even go off!

You know how sometimes when you pet a cat, it'll bite you, but not hard? Like play biting? *points at purple* Yeah. Leonardo has so many scars on his hands and forearms from nibbling that they did too hard by accident but he doesn't mind. He calls it taste-testing and Casey Sr found that hilarious.

Speaking of Casey Sr! She was one of Tello's besties in the future. They were both unhinged and loved stabbing things so they truly made each other worse. Even if they were also at most two minor inconveniences away from stabbing each other. Maybe just one.

They will sit for ten hours straight watching Bill Nye, Magic School Bus, or How It's Made. Sometimes Leonardo will put one of those shows on just so Tello will get distracted for two minutes because that's all it takes for them to fall asleep.

They blame themself for Red's death. They were busy evacuating an injured Angelo, and they know that Angelo never would have made it out without them - but they also can't shake the thought that Red would have found a way to take care of them all, if Tello had been smart enough to find a way to take care of him. They took one of Raph's other spare masks and wore it as a bandana, since it didn't have the eye holes cut in it yet, until the day they died.

There was extreme pouting the day that their last lab coat was damaged beyond wearing. They committed to the mad scientist aesthetic as long as they could and I respect that. Part of committing to the aesthetic was secretly chipping everyone with trackers, which Leonardo still gives them shit about on occasion.

For movie nights, there's a ledge above the couch, near the ceiling. Like those wall-mounted cat trees! They can socialise and be nearby without having to let anyone touch them. And they can drop random insects on Leonardo's head.

Casey used to have his hair styled exactly like his entle Tello's but never did anything with it after Tello died :) He wouldn't even let his mom braid it :)

There are so many blankets sacrificed to the alligator nest. Whenever they see a new blanket, they inspect it. If it is suitable, it disappears. They sometimes get a replacement but generally whoever was stolen from is just shit out of luck.

They're pickier about plushies, but when Leonardo gets them a purple axolotl squishmallow, not even Jr is allowed to touch it. #1 prized object.

Blueberries in the nest are relatively rare. Just because Tello is always monitoring their health, happiness, and behaviour for signs of stress doesn't mean that Tello's bonded or anything, god forbid. (Distant sound of Leonardo wheezing.)

When Alpha isn't around, though, Cobalt goes to the alligator nest. Baby Blue is partially nonverbal, and when he is, he's allowed in the nest with Tello to nap together. Otherwise, not really!

There are several surprise allergies! Unicorn is allergic to seafood, Pilot Hamato is allergic to cilantro, and Alpha and Cobalt are both allergic to peanut butter. Also Alpha doesn't ever really figure out that tomatoes aren't spicy, he thinks it's supposed to be like that.

Leon feels safest when he's got Don with him, or failing that, Tello. (Tello does not know what to do about this but treats Leon like they do Junebug, and it seems to work out.) The place doesn't matter as much as the turtles.

Hamato prefers to be alone when he's stressed out. Usually this means curling up in a blanket nest in his closet in his room, because it's the place that's most shut off from the rest of the lair. Angelo is allowed occasionally and is always very gentle about it.

Baby Blue will be held and cuddled, or die trying. Preferably Hamato or Leonardo, but anyone is acceptable.

Sunflower likes to be around a bunch of turtles, but being around humans is still a bit unnerving. The only human they got along with was April, in their universe of origin, so having the Joneses around is strange for them.

Alpha is most comfortable when he's settled down on a beanbag and under a bunch of blankets, with Cobalt safely nearby (and although he'd never admit it, The Damn Cat, too).

Unicorn is bonded the most with Leonardo and Pep, but generally, Pep is off causing trouble, so she goes to Leonardo or Red. She likes hanging out with Leonardo no matter where they are, but really loves when she gets to sleep on Red's shell.

Vanilla likes holing up somewhere in Tello's lab, when they allow it. He can curl up in some spot nobody can see him, and where nobody will try to talk to him, but he can still hear someone being nearby.

Cobalt would feel safe in the prison dimension if Alpha was there with him. There's a permanent blanket fort in the play room that Alpha claims whenever Cobalt is upset about something, so Cobalt can hide in there without actually isolating himself.

Spruce will go in Tello's greenhouse and sit on the bench in the middle for hours, when he needs it. Sometimes Tello joins him and they wordlessly work on pruning leaves or cutting flowers, but he's just as peaceful when he's there alone.

Pep will fall asleep in Tello's arms and Tello still doesn't know what to do about it. They're all right with it, though, and they make an effort to be there whenever Pep needs them. When it's not a touching day, they instead let Pep use their spare battle shell as a nest, which Pep likes just as much.

Echo and Lee are inseperable when one of them is distressed. They have their own alligator nest, though neither of them will get bitey if they're discovered, they'll just relocate. There's several weighted blankets that makes Leonardo wonder if they're getting squished in there, but they prefer it to anywhere else.

River will sit and watch Lou Jitsu movies with Splinter for hours, listening to all his stories and anecdotes. She's well aware that he's not her dead dad, but the similarities help calm her down sometimes. When they don't, she goes to Leonardo.

Heiwa will dive in the big heated pool and stay at the bottom with Jihi for half an hour at a time. Eventually they have to put a timer up on the wall because various other turtles were walking in on this and ruining their decompression time by shrieking about him drowning.

[kittycatcock]

mommyyyy 🥺 i'm wondering about something. not for any reason of course i'm just curious. what happens to bad girls who don't follow the rules, or don't obey mommy, or just generally act like brats? not that *i* would ever do that, bc i'm an angel of course o/////o all purely hypothetical.

so let's say, hypothetically, there was a bad girl 0w0 a very bad, bratty girl who just wouldn't be a good girl for mommy no matter how much mommy asked her 🥺 who isnt u of course bc ur my perfect little angel who does everything mommy tells her and who i definitely only treat very nicey... um. but let's say u were such a girl. who found being bad to be fun..... mommy has a few things up her sleeve for such a case :3

first, if u aren't already, mommy would collar u up and keep u on a leash, twisting it up around my paw so i have more control over u. it'll be easier to at least make ur body do and go where i want even if you're unwilling at first, yanking u along as u fight and struggle against me. keeping u in front of me between my open legs, with ur leash taut against ur neck, shed look so nice at u 🥺 deeply looking into ur defiant eyes, u almost feel i couldn't do anything to u, that mommy's too sweet. but when i feel u softening a bit to my gaze i strike ur pretty face with my paw. i remind u of who makes the rules, and that you've been breaking them pup. mommy would pull u across her lap so she can bruise ur ass a bit with her paw. perhaps taking off my belt to do the job too. with ur leash in one paw and the other around ur ass leaving bruises and welts, mommys gonna show u that u can't be this bad forever without some consequences.

after i decide that uve had enough of mommy being rough with ur weak little body, i try to make u say u learned your lesson, that u promise ull never break mommy's rules again. it sounds ridiculous that id make u admit that, but i remind u mommys a very good teacher and she'll get it into ur dumb head eventually. and once u finally admit it, that uve learned ur lesson, that ull be a good girl for mommy again, ill know that i finally broke u <3 i hug and kiss and pet and touch u so much and just overload ur brain with love and rewards after being so so mean to u. mommy didn't want to have to do all that but u were being such a bad girl, mommy really didn't have a choice.

but now i can remind u what it's like to be a good girl for mommy 0w0 i order u around on ur leash just to check if ur feeling any more defiance bubbling up. sit, give paw, speak, give kiss 🥰 but no, of course u obey my commands like a well trained dog. imagine how much trouble we could've saved if u were this good the whole time! i order u down on ur paws and make u present for me. and u feel as the tip of mommys cock is pressed against ur pretty hole and suddenly fills u up. this is how u be a good girl for mommy. u dont object to what she wants. u just let urself be used however she likes and u wont have to be punished into submission. just please be mommys good girl <3

[fiction-box]

DSJFHSHFJS okay I just read your "kidnapped together" fic w Dimitri and I left my reaction in the tags but I had to come and scream about it here too bc omg????

The scene where he's like "you either heal her or let us go" "you're not letting us heal her" "then what choice does that leave you" sdhfgsjdj *chef's kiss* I literally gasped out loud lmao

Bc like??? It's so in character for him!!! Of course he wouldn't bow to the demands of his captors he's a prince he knows how to negotiate!!! >:0

I feel like I'm learning things about my own writing from reading your fics lol I always struggle with writing characters that deviate too much from my own personality bc my first thought is always "what would I consider to be a good idea in this situation?" but sometimes He Would Not Fucking Do That! It's a real skill to be able to understand a character well enough to figure out how they would act in novel situations that didn't happen in canon and I think you do a wonderful job of it :3

Also I love accidental confessions after someone gets incapacitated whether from alcohol or blood loss hehe I was giggling twirling my hair kicking my feet at the ending <3

I am so glad you felt that way! I will admit that of my most recent works, this is the one I keep coming back to. I love what I did, and I kept reading it over again and grinning.

Rarely do I write a work that I am that attached to. Of course I am proud of all my work, or I would never post it. All in all, this is one of them that takes the cake for me.

The concepts I wanted to play with were a marriage of “No one has to do anything.” and “Running out of time.” What do you do when you have the advantage, but you go bankrupt if you fail to close the deal in an hour?

Dimitri is no fool; if they are reluctant to have you die, then they sure as hell do not want to kill him. That means his life is not in danger at the moment, but it will be if they heal you and successfully lock you both away.

That means the best way to keep you both safe is to put your life on the line. He hates it, and he sure as hell isn’t letting them in on that secret. Dimitri can apologize once you both get out of there.

Thank you for telling me all of this, I am always happy to know when my pieces are appreciated!

[whump-captain]

No. 3 - Hair’s breadth from death

Gun to temple | “Say goodbye.” | Impaled

OC: Felix Lawrence (more here, here, and here)

i genuinely didn’t expect to come back to these ocs but here i am bc the prompt once again fit perfectly to a scene i had in mind for them specifically. to summarize the lore: Felix is a scientist who was lured into captivity by a man called The Figure, who uses him in various experiments studying the eldritch phenomenon of the Stream. the house they’re in is sentient and it has the power to heal any injury sustained by anybody inside it. Nishat is an Egyptian scholar and private eye, employed by the Crown to get to the bottom of the assorted mysteries surrounding the Stream and Alina is her partner who comes from an underground community of Eastern European pagans. 

there’s. a Lot there lmao

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CN: threats, mentioned long-term captivity, impaling, rescue, body horror, gore, magical healing.

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It wasn't the river that sent rumbling through the walls of the house. 

It was footsteps. 

Felix stood nailed to the floor, struck still by emotions he had nearly forgotten. Everything seemed foreign, inside and out - the walls that he knew so well for the months he'd spent trapped between them; and the storm of thoughts that spun in his head, desperately blowing away the traces of this abandoned, treacherous feeling. 

Hope. 

The Figure burst into the room in a flurry of rage. Felix was too frozen to even flinch from him as the man demanded:

"Did you do this?" 

"No," Felix rasped out. Everything was muffled by those footsteps, the distant presence of people. It enveloped him completely, mercilessly stoked the hope that he would be a fool to feel. But he felt it still, so fiercely that it wrapped around his throat like a noose. 

The Figure circled, robes swirling around him like storm clouds. The light from the fireplace cast his wild shadows across the room and shrunk it into a cage, darkened the air itself into black. He grabbed a fire iron from the wall and rushed at Felix, shoved him against the wall. He pushed the iron under his chin, strangling Felix's cry with deadly force at his windpipe. 

"Did you mention this house in your letters?" he hissed. The black silhouette filled Felix's vision, extinguished everything else. "Did you give away our location?" 

"No," Felix repeated, voice trembling but strong. "How could I? The house wouldn't let me, it- it shielded us. It would obscure my words every time, it wouldn't allow me to write anything that could lead to it." Despite the shudder that ran through him at the memory, Felix was certain. Though he would never admit to it, he had tried hiding pleas for help in his letters before but each time he was stopped by the very paper he had written on. Ink would spill or disappear, it would grow suddenly hot and burn through the paper wherever he placed cyphers or clues. Any address he'd tried to sneak in would rearrange itself into nonsense; any hint into ambiguity. And if he persisted, his vision would swim and a headache would grip him so suddenly that he would stagger and be forced to put down the pen.

"It was the house," he said. The pressure on his throat eased slightly. "It- decided to stop hiding itself. For whatever reason it might have, it wants to be found. I had no hand in this."

The Figure's ice cold eyes bore into his, the shadowed face indecipherable under the hood. A door slammed somewhere in the distance and Felix felt his heart squeezed by a burning pang of hope. 

"I believe you," said The Figure eventually. He released Felix, leaving him gasping, and listened to the slowly approaching sounds. The fire iron scraped the floor as he stalked towards the window. 

"This house is lost," he uttered to himself, voice filled with something almost like disgust. He turned to Felix again, a black shape on the background of the storm outside. 

"This concludes your role, Professor Lawrence," he said. Felix's heart squeezed tighter. He couldn't bear to indulge this hope any longer but The Figure's words were as clear as they could be. 

"It pains me that your mind has remained so closed," The Figure continued. The fire iron scraped forward again. "You have met many of my expectations. But the Stream is now lost to you." He closed the distance and loomed over Felix, casting a cold, suffocating shadow. 

"Now hear," he said, leaning in close. "If you speak a word of me to anyone, believe me that I will find you. You have been of great help but you have also tried my patience dearly and if you betray me now there will be no distance, no power, and no living person in this world that could keep you from the consequences." His voice dropped to a whisper. It came over Felix's mind like a lapping wave and sent him sinking; back in time, down into memories of agony. "Do you think you know torment? If you force my hand, I will track you down and I will make you long for what you used to call torment. Am I understood?"

Breath left Felix's body and his voice failed him. Pressing his back into the wall, as far as he could from that dreadful whisper, all he could do was nod. 

"Good," said The Figure. "Now you will stay here." 

He pulled back a fraction and then drove the fire iron into Felix's stomach. It pierced through skin and muscle, tearing tissue like thunder splits tree bark, until it ripped its way out of his back in a burst of blood and embedded itself in the wood of the wall. 

The pain undid him, exploded in a ravenous blaze that burned away everything he ever was. He had to scream but the air was acid; he couldn't take a breath. His hands rushed to the wound, clawing fingers slipping on his own blood that slicked the corrugated iron. Eyes wide, mouth agape and trembling with soundless sobs, he gripped the rod impaling him like the last lifeline in a storm. 

The Figure's voice came from impossibly far and Felix's reeling mind never registered his words: "Not a word of me to anyone."

And then: 

"Farewell." 

He turned in a whirl of black robes and disappeared in the depths of the house. Distant footsteps grew closer, but Felix couldn't hear them either. A single, shuddering groan forced its way out of his throat. At his feet, a puddle of crimson grew, rippled by falling drops of both blood and tears. 

The rumble in the walls finally reached a crescendo. The door burst open and a crowd filed in, men and women armed with truncheons and dressed identically in pitch black trench coats. Gasps sounded out at the sight of the scene; somebody whispered: "God above." Felix's head lurched up on a convulsive spasm. 

"Help me," he whispered. 

Through the crowd, a woman pushed to the front, silver-haired and steel-eyed: detective Nishat Al-Hayim. With a frown across her dark, noble features, she swept the room with a single gaze and her hand shot up in a sharp gesture. 

"You, upstairs," she ordered. Three people split away from the group. "You, down." Another three. "Do not separate. Don't touch anything you can't identify. Alina, Cowlton, you're with me. Go."

The small groups raced off into the dark. Left at Nishat's side was a round, powerfully built woman with European features and a lanky young man who snapped to attention when the detective said his name:

"Cowlton." She called him forth with another tip of the hand. "You trained with a doctor, am I right, son?" 

"For a term, yes," he answered quickly. 

"That's enough." She glanced from him to Alina, then to the trembling form of the man pinned to the wall. The biting stench of blood cut into her senses and she had to push down nausea. "What do we do?"

"God." Cowlton's hands hovered. He took in the blood soaking Felix's clothes; the foot and a half of iron buried in his stomach; the ragged, keening breaths he forced in and out. "Don't move him yet. If we remove this, he'll bleed out. We have to get him to a doctor, only then-" 

Felix whimpered, uncurled to turn his wild eyes towards them. "No," he choked out. "Please- take it out. Please." 

Nishat leaned in closer, close enough to hear the man's chattering teeth. "That would kill you," she said, voice cool and even. "Listen to me. We are here to help you. You have to be seen by a doctor and-" 

Felix grabbed blindly at the iron and pulled. A desperate scream came from between clenched teeth, his hands shook and slipped on the blood. 

Alina cried: "Hey!" 

"Stop him!" yelled Nishat. 

Alina seized Felix's hands, wrenched them away from the barely visible wound. He sobbed, voice breaking and hitching, as he repeated over and over: "Please. Please, take it out, please, please." 

Cowlton dashed to Alina's side, only hesitated a second before crouching to examine the injury. Nishat stepped back to give him space but then his face blanched. One stunned, wide-eyed look from him was enough to call her closer and kick her pulse into double-time.

The wound looked harrowing, but not only because of its ripped edges, torn further with every movement; nor because of the blood leaving it in weak, rhythmical spurts of a tortured pulse. Around the embedded iron the mangled flesh shifted and bulged, squirming like an organism of its own. Slick red strands of severed muscle crawled over each other like growing vines and shreds of half-peeled skin spread and contracted in sickening patterns. All of it recoiled away from the iron, around which blood pooled, shed by the ruptured veins faster than the writhing tissue could absorb it. 

"The house," Felix breathed. "It can't- it can't heal me like this. Please. Take it out."

Nishat could only stare, eyes anchored by terror and wonder to the gruesome spectacle of the wound attempting to knit itself closed. None of what she'd been told had prepared her for this. She reached deep into the frozen emptiness in her mind and caught the single spark still glinting. She fanned it, kindled it, and let it grow into a matchstick flame of cold, detached focus. 

She glanced at Alina, searching her friend's face for an explanation but the other woman just shook her head. Neither her folk knowledge nor Nishat's lifetime of learning allowed what they were seeing to be possible. 

So with the impossible they had to contend. 

Nishat exhaled sharply. "Dislodge it from the wall first," she said, looking in turn at her two subordinates. "Let's get him down, get space to work. Cowlton, steady him."

The young man nodded, face ashen but set in determination. He stood back up to meet the pinned man's tearful gaze with his own. 

"You are in good hands, sir," he said with remarkable calm. Felix's frantic eyes locked on him, his gasping breaths faltered as he fought to control them. "Keep looking at me," Cowlton said, gently grabbing his shoulders. "Keep breathing."

Nishat nodded to Alina; the other woman was already in place, ready to apply her strength where it was needed. Nishat retrieved her knife and opened it with a flick of her wrist. The wall was soft wood under her palm and she ignored the gentle vibration she could swear she felt running through it. 

The tip of the fire iron was lodged across the join of two planks. Nishat could barely see it, shadowed by Felix's body and glistening black with his blood. There were mere inches of space between the wall and his back, not enough for Nishat to reach in. Instead, she slid the blade of her knife flat against the wall until a soft clink told her it met the iron. With a precise twist, she angled it as much as she could. Her hand brushed against Felix's body and she felt him shivering. The touch of his blood-soaked clothes brought the metallic stench back to the forefront of her mind. She grimaced. 

Gently but surely, she let the tip of the knife bury itself in the wall, then she tilted and twisted until she felt the wood give way. Splinter after splinter, she chipped away at the planks, slowly widening the crack where the iron was stuck. 

Then, suddenly, the wood creaked and the iron dislodged. Deprived now of the cruel support, Felix crumpled down with a groan, his legs finally allowed to give out. Alina caught him deftly, with one hand on his chest and the other on his back, carefully avoiding the protruding iron. Felix gasped and shuddered in her grasp as the new motion tore his flesh further. Alina held him steady, waiting. Finally, when his breathing evened into long, wheezing keens, she slowly lowered him down to the floor, resting his head on her bent knees. "Easy now," she said. 

Nishat threw a questioning glance at Cowlton and he was ready, too. He had slipped off his trench coat and knelt now in just a waistcoat and rolled up shirtsleeves. With a gesture he directed Nishat to crouch at Felix's legs. 

"I will need you to hold him down," he said. His eyes jumped between the detective and Alina, pointedly avoiding looking at his patient even as he addressed him nervously: "Sir, you are in good hands. There is nothing to worry about. I may not be a certified doctor yet, but-" 

"Cowlton," Nishat cut in and he immediately went silent. Jaw set tight, he used his own knife to cut away the fabric of Felix's clothing, exposing the ghastly wound. He placed one careful hand on Felix's chest and wrapped the other around the fire iron. 

Nishat put her whole body weight on Felix's ankles in the exact same moment that Cowlton pulled. Felix's body jerked into an arch. He howled; an agonized, stuttering, animalistic sound. Alina pinned his arms as he screamed and thrashed with inhuman force, almost knocking Nishat off-balance. Blood pooled out rapidly, the air grew thick with it.

Felix's voice broke into sobs. His chest heaved, every convulsive inhale igniting the agony anew as his lungs begged for air. Inch after horrible inch, the iron's torturous motion tore new shreds out of his body, painted all he saw in burning red and all he felt in ruin. No memory survived the blaze and no thought was left in his mind, nothing other than this hopeless, all-encompassing pain. Half-formed pleas died in his throat before he could cry them: pleas for mercy, for death, for the pain to stop. He could only scream, writhing and choking as this suffering demanded to claim his voice and his mind. 

Then the sharp tip iron emerged from among the gore, like the sting of an insect finally sated with blood. Cowlton threw it away like it burned him and the metal's clang was dampened by carpeting. 

Shaking all over, Felix drew in pained, heaving breaths. His hands drifted to cover the gaping wound but Alina held him firmly - both to stop him hurting himself further and to allow Nishat to closely observe what took place next. 

Like cloth on a loom, the massacred tissue slowly tangled itself together. Deep in the wound’s cavity, the slick strands of fat and muscle reached to each other and melted back into layer after layer of undamaged flesh. They grew out like a blooming red flower until unevenly expanding patches of skin met over it and sealed it without a trace. Before Nishat's very eyes, thin hairs reemerged from the pristine new skin, fitting perfectly into the pattern that covered the rest of Felix's stomach. In only a few heartbeats, the fatal wound faded into nothing and left behind no scar. 

Nishat pierced Cowlton with a gaze but already knew from his expression that he did not have any answers. His bloodied hands hung in the air between them, he didn't dare to lower them down to his lap. Alina's eyes were locked on him too and despite the river's chill, her forehead glistened with sweat. 

She released her grip and let Felix curl in on himself with a long, trembling groan. His eyes were screwed shut, a grimace still twisting his features as he breathed heavily, in and out, very slowly dragging his consciousness back to a world beyond pain. Though the wound was gone, his heart still pounded with the exertion of suffering and a leaden weight had settled in his limbs like smoke after a blaze. His vision swam, still tinted red. 

Only one thing he saw clearly: the young man in front of him, worry on his face and blood on his fingers. Only one feeling emerged from the aching haze: the careful hands steadying from behind as, with tremendous effort, he pushed himself up to sit. Only one sound came to him clear, like a smooth blade parting a veil of fear and tension that had suffocated him for so long: the cool voice of detective Nishat Al-Hayim. 

She asked: "Are you professor Felix Lawrence?" 

His throat was still raw and his breath still stuttering but it was not pain that choked his words before they came. It was the sudden grip of that old, half-forgotten emotion, no clearer than a memory and so excruciating that he couldn't believe he even dared to feel it. His voice wouldn’t obey him.

He nodded. 

Footsteps rushed in again and three people emerged from the darkness of the house.

"Empty," one of the men reported. "There's a boat missing."

Nishat thanked him with a sharp nod. The race of thoughts in her head showed itself as a frown falling across her features, deepening the wrinkles around her eyes. She turned back to Felix and took in his ashen, tear-streaked face; his eyes lit up like pyres with a sickly, desperate hope. 

"I will have questions for you," she said.

[laststandx3]

Spoiler for twd daryl dixon ep 3 I'm once again buffled by the amarican wank that is daryl dixon. It's not possible that a whole country speaks english for him but he can't manage ONE mercì. I fuckin hate him. Learn the fucking language. And he speaks too american for people to understand him.

Then everyone acting like that kid is jesus back on earth. For fuck sake. He's just got some antibiotic blood.

You want me to believe that's the same little girl from last episode? It's been 12 fucking years in the story timeline: that child is dust. You can't ignore that much physics

Even for post-apocalypse standards the demimonde is low tier for a nightclub. Great music. But are they supposed to have electricity? There's a girl with pink/purple hair. How do they still have all those stuff 12+ years after the apocalypse. Im not saying everyone should be sad and gloomy and never dress up ever, but it seemed to me that even eating was a hard task. Where do all those party people live? Don't they have to grow their food? Having a nightclub in a post-apocalypse setting isn't wrong per se. but the society around it needs to match up to that level of surplus. we're shown 3 guys and a grill who grow all the food for the community that's hosting dixon. nothing else, except the zombies. now to have at least alchol (admitting that for electricity they have a generator and if you want to eat you eat home bc the demidome isn't a restaurant) there should be people growing fruits or potatoes or anything really bc you can be a wonderful singer but if there's no food not only people won't have time to listen but you'll be to hungry to sing. anyway i feel like i'm digressing so back on the story:

we're 34 minutes in (48 total) of french people bending over backwards to accomodate daryl dixon's need. (like you know french people are just like that. that if you ask any european we do love to help americans, it's like second nature here, we respect them so much we don't want them to go back to their country asap and never come back. I think i understand why all those people are trying to give dixon a boat now. i hope they manage to get rid of him fast.) what was I saying? yes 34 minutes in AdNag shows up in the classiest outfit i've ever seen him in. everyone say thank you to tdw costume dept who saw him in that blue acrylic adidas zipper and said we can aim a little higher with this one. So it's been 12 years and Quinn is still crushing hard on Izzy, simp. and in the same sentence we find out he saved her after a suicide attempt we also discover that (spoiler), 1) he sort of tried to kill sister, and 2) HE FUCKED THE SISTER!! he's little jesus' dad!! smelling god-complex already, but that would be putting to much faith in the writers So for the privilege of getting rid of dixon, izzy would introduce laurent to his dad (who if you forgot, has tried to kill her sister not once but twice, although leaving her to die is a technicality, but i think the point was he REALLY wanted to not have sister around) dixon calls the "deal" off, ruining the lives of french people once more bc the evil militia guys are back, and this time instead of nuns they kill those 5 poor souls who made the mistake of inviting dixon in and not kicking him out right away. And you'd think that since dixon and izzy just had a fight and he's packing to leave alone in the night he'll take this opportunity to leave those people alone and stop endangering them. but no, he tells them to meet him later in a different place. Genuinely tho, does he understand 20+ people (mostly nuns) died bc the evil guys are after him? Is he asking team-jesus to follow him bc he cares or does he wants human shields? I'm really confused bc if i knew bad guys were after me SPECIFICALLY i wouldn't invite people i care about with me.

let's finish on a bright note: compared to the other 2 episode this one was well written. Izzy's actress is good, she's just given a very inconsistent character that is badass until the writers need her to be a sad womanTM. i don't think the writers put effort and depth in the character but surely she's doing what she can since she just got the vibes of the character instead of a backstory. I said bright note: great music. great plot twist (i mean maybe it happens a lot in other genres but I'm not used to secret father subplots). AdNag.

[future-oscarwinner]

It's going to take them ages to grade it though ;-; I hope I get my grade back before the holiday starts.

Ah I don't understand why people get so pissed off about which driver someone likes. Like in the grand scheme of things it's really not important, they're all a bunch of rich men that live such a different life than us I highly doubt they will care.

But you should develop your own opinion about them. It's better than just blindly following people.

For my dislike for him mostly comes from his fans. Like everyone in The Netherlands likes him just because he is Dutch. Obviously I'm not saying that he's a bad driver, he's not otherwise he wouldn't be where he is now. But the way Dutch people always get offended when I say I'm not a fan is what annoys me.

Oh really that's so awesome! What got you into the sport if I may ask? I'm always curious to see how people found it :) I think Seb just has that influence on people, even if they haven't been around the sport long, he just has that thing about him. I will miss it very much :/ If you end up writing that essay every I wouldn't mind reading it 😂

You can always watch his old races back or his press conferences. Seb in his villain era is really something beautiful to see.

God how much I want that man back in the sport (maybe in Audi with Mick, that would definitely be something) But I also understand why I choose to leave, such a sweet reason in my opinion. Though I doubt he will be able to sit still for long. It must be so strange to have lived such a busy life for so long and then to just have "nothing" going on (obviously he has stuff going on but nothing as fast paced as f1)

Schumini I will miss him, I'm still waiting for Merc to announce him as a reserve driver. I think that environment will be good for him, I also think it might be better if goes there than going to Ferrari. Somehow I think it would be more beautiful if he tried to pick up where Schumi left off rather than trying to copy him in Ferrari. It might also be less pressure for him, this is something I could go on about for a while.

Gunther that man I can't. Dts made him look like a silly little man and now I just can't take him serious anymore. As much as I want to fight him I still would rather listen to him on the pitwall than Horner.

Sorry if this is a bit long I just have so much to say, I hope you have a nice day or had a nice day :)

- <3

Oh no, I hate that, fingers crossed

Yeah it is literally so unimportant plus I try to separate how they are as drivers and how they are as people. Plus it took me a week to finally admit to her that I actually love Lando the most, I mean she caught on because I was sending her tiktoks all about Lando and she was like "what's with the Lando content?" and I was like "uhm...👀 no reason" and okay really even I was in denial back then 😂 And when I finally told her she wouldn't believe me like nah you're playing again (which, reasonable, I do be joking a lot just to get on her nerves, but-😂) but when she finally believed me she just had to say I'd be running back to Charles once he starts fighting for the championship--girl if I cared about the championship I wouldn't even--he's still my top one DRIVER like I know what Lando's chances of winning are in that carrot box, but we'll see for the next season

Oh I didn't know Max was that adored in the Netherlands.

Hehe, my cousin got me into it 😂 at first I was reluctant bc I know she's been following the sport for years and I don't like prying into other people's interests but she was like no come on if I didn't want to share it with you I wouldn't have suggested you getting into it and I was like uhm okay let's give it a shot... And so my first race was Singapore and uh I didn't hate it 😂 I liked it as much as a person who didn't know ANYTHING back then could like it 😂 but then I didn't get to watch Japan because life and I think it was at like 7am in my timezone and I was both happy and sad I didn't watch because you know how the race was :/ (also at that time I was EXTREMELY worried about their safety and was like I could never date any of them because I would be under constant stress from worrying, but look at me now I want that wag life 🤡 but I am still in fact always worried) and then after COTA all hell broke loose, also that was the time I was finally done with my five stages of grief and realized it is Lando I want and so here I am today :)

Yeah, as I said Seb has a very charming personality and even if I don't find him that particularly attractive I've seen his flirting skills and oh boy would I fall for him, he will be greatly missed but I don't think he's done with f1 ❤️‍🩹 Oh I will definitely watch as many full seasons as I can find!

Oh so merc didn't announce their reserve driver yet? I hope they really do, we still need him in f1 <3 And Ferrari is from what I've seen a disaster... As Felipe said "Ferrari is not a dream for younger generations as before anymore" or something like that

First team principal we see in dts is Gunther and I was like GET THIS MAN OFF OF MY SCREEN but I grew to like him even though he is annoying, but good for entertaining purposes 😂 especially his choices, someone should make "Gunther is _____, don't be like Gunther" memes off of him 😂 And Horner ah he's just full of crap

Hey no worries, I got pretty excited when I saw the long message! Thank you, as it is nighttime right now, I did have a nice day and hope you did as well!! <3