#BAEBEE

[ashmcgivern]

A Draconified King

[merry-harlowe]

Cant believe I have percabeth brainrot in 2023 🧍

[iluvmatt]

unearthly, m. sturniolo

synopsis: in a small suburban area of boston, a group of teenagers—matthew sturniolo and his two triplet brothers, nick and chris, and a childhood friend of theirs, y/n—travel to an old destination named granger's deathly hill; a place in which hadn't been visited merely since the early 1970s. atop of the old haunted hill, the group soon realize things aren't truly as picturesque as they imagined and conclude that they are in grave danger. as they meet people along the way, they realize that the journey home may be harder than expected. knowing that they are in a situation that could ultimately ruin their lives or end them entirely, they make up a plan to make it back home safe, or better yet, alive. amongst the chaos, while trying to save each other, matt and y/n realize that there is more to them than just friendship.

chapters:  00. introduction 00. prologue

genre: friends to lovers, psychological thriller, crime thriller, romance, matt x reader, horror in some aspects; psychological horror, survival!au, soulmate!au, i want to make this out alive with you!au, romantic tension, partial smau.

warnings: includes mentions of disturbing and/or triggering elements such as gore, death (not of any character), supernatural creatures of some sort, mentions of hopelessness and sadness. matt and y/n fall in love in the midst of trying to survive a dangerous predicament.

taglist: @taking-a-footnote-in-your-life​, @lostwonderwall​, @lomlolivia​, @sturniolomads​​, @kylespencersvocalcords, @stxrniqlo, @sophialimass, @loonielol, @siriusfahey, @getbillzoned, @kjd55, @ceceswritings​​, @dancingintheedark​, @yoongoboongo, reach out to be added!

© iluvmatt, 2023.

[bigtittiecomitte]

I’M GOING TO SEE THE FNAF MOVIE TODAY

YIPPEEEE

Have a photo of 9 year old me’s birthday cake (made in 2015)

[employee052]

... (teaser)

The Narrator groaned as he dialed up the speed of the standing fan that stood in the living room. Putting a hand in front of it and feeling almost no difference to the speed before.

Sitting back down onto the couch, he sprawled himself over the cushions trying to retain some form of chill from the sweltering heat that swept through the house. His face covered in sweat as he faced the fan.

This heat had been going on all month for them. Thick wildfire smoke in the air, intense heat that ice couldn't satiate, the constant state of sweating from every member in the house. The narrator would have popped back into the parable if it weren't for the fact that simply existing in this heat grew too much to even teleport back into his eternally chilled office.

Oswin walked down the stairs from his room, carrying down three dirty cups of what appeared to be ice cream, the narrator having finished his ages ago while Stanley Lynne and Oswin learned the art of patience and ate theirs slowly like starving men enjoying the little food they had left.

"You good Narry?" Oswin calls out, placing the cups into the sink before taking out two clear glasses and some ice cubes. 

The Narrator groaned in reply, the sound of the fan answering his question for him.

Oswin poured some water into the two cups. Walking over to the narrator and passing him his cold water. He sat up and began to drink it eagerly.

"You know, I've been thinking." Oswin commented, sitting down on the couch adjacent to his.

"Shocker." 

Oswin rolled his eyes, "Anyways. My family is going back to my home country in a few days to visit some family. We're gonna be staying there for nearly a month." 

The Narrator turns to Oswin with a curious gaze. "Oh... really? What country?"

"The Philippines, I was actually born there!" 

"Thing is," Oswin continues. "Since I've known you for almost half a year now, I've been thinking. What do you say to coming with me on this trip?"

"...I beg your pardon?"

"Look, I know how much you liked going to the rockies. Seeing new sights and getting new ideas and all that. But I've been thinking about bringing you along with me and I-... Well I wanted to ask for your opinion because I don't want to impose and didn't want to force you and all that."

"So... What do you say to going on another trip? To somewhere I was born and grew up in, a place that means a lot to me and show you my culture a bit more than GMA Telenovelas." He asks sheepishly, putting his cup down and fidgeting with his hands nervously.

The Narrator paused and thought to himself, thinking about the situation as a whole.

While he would always be worried about Lynne and Stanley -His family alongside Oswin that he grew to care for over the few months he had existed in the real world that he was scared to leave alone for a month-, yet at the same time it was a trip that held more importance to Oswin, one that felt exciting to see a whole new culture of, and a new side of his best friend of half a year.

"*Well I... I wouldn't be opposed.*"  He commented after some thought. "I would just... I don't know how to feel about leaving Stanley and the Adventure Lynne all alone here."

Oswin nodded. "I get that, leaving family is scary as shit."

"But..." He continues, "it could give Stanley and Lynne a chance to bond! Get up to some classic Father-Line antics back at home."

"Plus..." Oswin continued, walking over to place a hand on his shoulder. "We can always call them daily. We can call to check up on them, and bring back souvenirs and stories and stuff."

He sighs, "I don't want to force you, I understand that this is a hard decision to make and I wouldn't be mad if you declined."

"But I promise you, if you say yes, I'll do my best to make the trip interesting, and fun for both of us."

He takes the Narrator's empty glass from him and walks back to the sink to put the cups away. "I'll let you think about it, alright? Take your time." Oswin says softly, walking upstairs to give him space.

The Narrator sighs and looks at the fan in contemplative silence thinking about all the factors in play before he makes up his mind.

The thrill of adventure lived within him, the idea of seeing new sights and learning a culture he wasn't familiar with was interesting. And while his anxieties over Stanley and Lynne remained in his mind, he knew that Stanley was a smart man. He would be fine. At least he hoped he would be fine.

The Narrator stood from his seat and began to walk up the stairs, a smile on his face.

"Oswin! I made a decision... I'm coming with you!"

...

NARRY TAKEOVER 2: VACATION DAYS starting this sunday

[warriorsatthedisco]

Somehow every cover of Wheatus’s “Teenage Dirtbag” is considerably better than the original

[chatonyant]

Coffee doesn't do anything to me unless I'm anxious in which case it makes me feel like a rabid parrot (mental screaming)

Sucks when every other time it makes me sleepy. Like pick a struggle!!! Why do I have two options on the opposite side of the scale!!! What a surefire way to figure out if I'm anxious or not

[rosen-und-mondlicht]

Got rainbow pencils. Drew the babes

Need serotonin? Rainbow pencils.

[crapmagak]

Jumble thoughts on recent Engage news

Yeah, don’t think I have time to cover yesterday/ todays news bomb, so heres just some jumbled thoughts.

It’s nice to see bios for some of the major characters on the website, including class sprites. Lumera’s got one so maybe she’s playable after all, I honestly don’t know anymore. The four hounds seem cool. I really dig that Marni’s a general of all things. Also, I���m curious if we’ll have two fights with Zephia, one as a sword wyvern rider, and one in the dragon form I’m confident she has.

New engage powers look busted and fun as hell. I hope we get another trailer showing off what the other emblems can do. Most of the new maps seem interesting as well. I’m pretty sure my theory about our heroes being captured in Elusia and escaping to Solm is right, though it seems we’ll have to revisit Firene when it gets attacked. I’m hype for the return of griffon knights, as well as the new wolf rider class. Curiously, while we can see enemy units with these classes in the japanese nintendo website article, we see no falco knights. Perhaps they’ve just been replaced by griffons in this game. Getting a male dancer this time around is cool, especially one that uses martial arts. Seems like I was wrong about Timerra. Fatago being a mounted archer also took me by surprise.

Also neet to get a sneak peek at Alcryst and Alears promotions. I don’t see a dragonstone in their inventory, but since we see giant monster units with the dragon breath icon from Heroes, I haven’t given up hope. Speaking of which, the return of giant monster units seems interesting. Hopefully they won’t feel like giant blobs of hp there to waste your time in this game. Them looking like chameleons is curious. With the cobra wyverns we’ve seen, I wonder if dragons in this game have a more general reptile theme going on. Sadly, I may have to give up my hopes for beast shifter units. We’ve seen so many new characters now, and none of them seem to be that, sadly.

The maps that are based on ones from past entries seem to be cool. Considering you fight black and white fabrications, I think they’re just gonna be paralogues related to the emblem characters. Still, hope we have room for character side stories like in Three Houses. Speaking of which, glad to see Emblems will get supports with other characters too.

Also got some looks at characters in the article, like those two guys we saw in Solm. The blond ones Bonnet, who seems to be a great knight who uses swords. The orange haired guy is Pandoro, a high priest who uses martial arts, staves, and tomes. Also, blonde armor lady is named Jade. Seems to start as an ax knight who promotes into an ax paladin/ great knight. Not too sure yet. Also seems to be Brodian from the name.

Speaking of which, we seem to have some curious naming conventions for these characters based off countries.

Lythos: No Convention

Firene: French

Brodia: Gemstones

Elsuia: Flowers (Why not Firene though)

Solm: Food/ Deserts (Also, it seems like Bonnet, Pandoro, and Seadall are from Solm… Are Timerra and Fotago the only characters with melanin though?)

Also, in Marth’s emblem trailer, we can see Vander in a new outfit, with the back up halo behind him into of the cav one we’ve seen before. Perhaps he reclassed into an ax fighter. In which case, reclassing is back. Honestly, after all the glimpses we’ve seen, I just want a good look at the game's class trees.

All in all, pretty exciting stuff. The kind that makes me go “jesus christ this game is only two months away. What happened to time?” 

[autumnalsteahouse]

hello gm I feel like I’ve been mia so I’m gonna send a lil love to my moots <3

[cz19y]

Morning w my baebee(pun intended) yuppie >< | my art

[stargirlrchive]

Hey girl!!! I’m back!!! ⚠️⚠️⚠️ Imagine the first time with Miguel not having thoroughly thought about how big he is??? He definitely preps you w/his fingers & mouth for what feels like hours. Your body tremors as you watch him crawl his way up the bed. He’s placing soft kisses along your body as you’re fighting to catch your breath. Your hand goes to his back the other into his hair as he kisses & sucks the delicate skin on your neck. “We’re doing this,” he breathes, looking into your eyes. You eagerly nod in agreement although there’s no need, he was making a statement. Not asking. He kisses your lips before swiftly ridding himself of his undergarments. A breathless “woah” comes out as you stare down at it. Of fcking course the bastards got a very proper massive hammer on him. “Eyes on me.” He smirks as he lifts your chin. His hand goes to the back of your knee, to wrap around his waist whilst he kisses your jaw. You’re not sure if your body shakes in excitement or nervousness. Definitely both. Nonetheless you’re determined… until you feel him press against your center. “Wait,” you nervously giggle hesitantly pressing against his shoulders. He looks genuinely confused. “Give me a second.” You tell him and he growls. “We’re doing this,” he repeats and you immediately nod. “Of course…” you swallow bringing his lips to yours, “just…” you breathe against his mouth before he cuts you off with a feverish kiss. He squeezes the back of your thigh in some sort of warning as he fervently grinds against you. He’s about to go in when you break away the kiss in a mess of nervous giggles, “wait wait wait!” He desperately groans this time. “Just another sec-“ you’re cut off again as he rolls you both over. “Set your pace,” he grumbles. Oh? How polite? His hands travel up your thighs to your hips, gripping tightly. You place both hands on his chest as you slowly sink down. You gasp and stop. He groans, silently curses. Then pulls your body lower onto him. You reach midway before stopping him, hand pushing against his abdomen and the other clasping his wrist as you hiss. Thighs trembling. Not adjusting. You shake your head, grimacing. It’s not happening. That’s as far as you can go. He sits up. You mewl at the movement. “Estrellita,” he grunts against your ear, “take it all.” That was an order. He moves a hand to work up your clit. Loosening you up some more. You moan and whimper, slowly taking all of him. You’re too full, it stings. “So fcking tight,” he hisses, soothingly rubbing your hips. Kissing away your wince he huskily whispers, “I got ya, baby. I got ya.” After encouraging you w/more praises & kisses he gently rocks you against him, “good to go?” You nod wrapping your arms around his shoulders. “Great. Can’t hold back any longer, estrellita.”

Mans is gonna take ya to pound town baebee 🐎

GURL!! Tell me I’m right but Miguel would definitely use the pet name ✨Estrellita✨ Ik he does! He calls me so himself 😤 I mean like who wouldn’t wanna be called someone’s “little star” 🤩 am I right or am I absolutely right?? This is also a lil teeny PSA! for all the brilliant wonderful Miguel writers to use the pet name estrellita cause it’s so darn cute!

Sorry for how long this is, I’ve lost my marbles. This heckin bloody man gots me spiraling! I just KNOW he hangs looooow. That cheeky bloke 😑

why am i twirling my hair, kicking my feet?

but like after awhile he fully just gives in and let’s you take control because he’d stuff you full of his cum and have you walking on wobbly legs if he didn’t. he’s trying so fucking hard not to just succumb to the feeling of pleasure you’re giving him, and your hips finally find their pace, and miguel’s grabbing at any part of your exposed skin, mumbling quietly, “doin’ so good estrellita, like you were made for this.”

i’m h word bad nonnie why do you do this to me, also if you aren’t a writer??? UM WHAT THE FUCK??? DO IT NOW PLS

[roselvalentina]

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[overplannedbutunnamednpc]

Things You Said When 1, 4, 18, 25 for Clover ☘️💛

and More........ because we're so fucking normal about them.

this IS just fanfiction so bekah gets to read about Them. but i also wanted to write about them. its called mutualism.

yall who are playing DONT READ!!! idk if theres spoilers i'm not bothering keeping explicit spoilers out of here (writing this before I write all of em). but if yall arent playing dia with us check it out. these guys are sooooooo . rachel knows. rebekah knows. if yall wanna know and youre NOT in their game. come hither....... welcome to my maze..... and then dm me about it. directors commentary etc

Clover

1. Things you said before you knew any better

Honeybee's hair is softer than Clover knew someone's hair could actually be.

It's not that it's actually feathers, because Clover has felt Honeybee's feathers, and they're soft, yeah, but they don't feel like hair or anything. Even the ones that tuft up around his ears don't feel like hair, so it's not just that Honeybee has hair that's all feather vane, or vane that’s all hair. His hair's just really fucking soft.

Clover knows this, because Clover has been playing with it for a half an hour, mostly marveling.

It's not the shampoo he uses. Clover's used that, stole it even though it's the good stuff all the way from Waterdeep and Honeybee complains about it whenever he notices that the bottles run out twice as fast as they used to. Well, it's technically Clover's shower, so Clover's calling them even.

His head’s lolled back to rest on their knee, and though they shouldn’t be letting him sit on the floor in case it aggravates his bum leg, they’ve said nothing yet. They’ll help him up when they’re ready to move. One day they’ll actually go to bed at a reasonable hour. The night is stretching long and dark and quiet before them, though, and its temptation is as real tonight as Honeybee’s loose-limbed relaxation, as it’s always been. So tonight might not be that night.

Gods above and so below, they need a deep-clean.

They just need to clean him out of the creases of their brain, where he stuck like - well, like honey, in the niches of its comb. Someone needs to take a good handful of steel wool and lye and pluck the troublesome organ from between their ears and cleanse them of Honeybee.

That, or Honeybee needs to stop - it was a couple of things. It was a list of things, little things, things Clover is better off forgetting just for now, things like the little crease by his eyes, the lopsidedness of his smile, the - the stupid tattoo that peeked out the back of all of his shirts, right at the perfect spot to place their hand on the back of his neck, and the way that when they do give into the temptation to handle him there, he actually relaxes into it, like he's been waiting for the callous on their thumb to swipe over the knob of his vertebrae at his nape, every time.

They don’t mind it, sometimes, the anticipation of it. They’re fairly assured it was anticipation, anyway, but the two of them have a lot to do together that, quite frankly, Clover would be distracted from if their choices were between “cold night of surveillance” and “warm night in bed with Honeybee”. There’s only so much delayed gratification one person can take, and they’ve delayed it long enough that they are fairly sure if they broke now it would not be a temporary issue of distraction.

So, they can wait.

At least tonight isn’t a cold night of surveillance, or they would both be being very derelict in duty indeed.

That reminds them.

"Honeybee?"

"Mm?" Maybe they were wrong about not getting to bed at a reasonable hour. Honeybee sounds as if he’d been dozing a little. Whoops. Maybe they’ll carry him to bed, make up for it.

"Will you come with me, to my mother’s?"

The question rouses Honeybee a bit, makes him move to twist and look at them properly. They let his hair go to allow the movement, then twine their fingers back into his hair in a loose fist, because he’s suddenly between their knees facing them and they need to control that situation quickly, before they either throw all their musings about anticipation to the wayside or get distracted from the question they are asking or both.

"Really?"

Clover nods. "She wants to meet you, and—" They pause, considering their words, thumb rubbing over the section of soft hair it’s found itself over. "You’re… a part of my life now. You should come."

Honeybee looks a little skeptical. "And… Luckey?"

The right question to ask. Clover shrugs, though. "I agree with you, about Ult’s people. Half of them must have left by now, and he hasn’t made any real moves in a bit. I don’t think there’s much for them to do right now. Especially with practically no one here anymore." Ultiss was a bit… smug, every time they saw him now, his eyes always lingering on them too long, but that doesn’t change the fact that he hasn’t been doing anything, and there’s only… four? five? of them left in town. "They might come back, but… I haven’t really seen anything that worries me, and you said you didn’t either, so… yes. Come with me. Let’s take a break."

Honeybee brightens, incrementally. This is another thing he does that sticks in Clover’s head. The way he brightens up like a cloud’s revealed the sun on a spring day. It’s too deep into winter for there to be any more flowers, but the ones Clover did put on him seemed to refuse to wilt for longer than they should, probably for exactly this reason. Waiting for the sun. Clover’s always waiting for it, and Honeybee never disappoints.

4. Things you said instead of “I love you”

This is actually a pretty shitty room.

Not the worst inn room Clover’s ever stayed in, but not top thirty, certainly. Probably not even top fifty. Definitely not nice enough to justify the amount of coin Clover had forked over for it.

Probably because I was tipsy. Or maybe it was that obvious how bad I wanted a single. That’s a bit embarrassing.

Well, not as much anymore. Honeybee saw through the single room thing, too. He didn’t seem to mind.

Honeybee.

Clover is playing it cool. At least as much as one can when still… sticky, because they and Honeybee had just.

Don’t freak out about that.

It was a good thing! They never thought otherwise. Months of buildup and they had, actually, made good on it. And it was good. Shit, it was good. Months of buildup were perhaps worth the late lone nights type of good.

It is new, though, for sure. Good-new, yeah, despite the shitty room and clumsy attempt to manufacture intimacy, regardless of the fact that it worked.

How many seconds is us recovering before it becomes us just not talking?

Not a question they know how to answer. Honeybee's face is tucked into the crook of their neck, and he's not, like, lying down, but this could definitely go to cuddling if they shifted a little bit and he went to his side. That's a good sign, hopefully.

Okay. Talk. You've caught your breath. He needs to know this wasn't just- and you need to know he's not just drunk.

They swallow. "That was."

Honeybee nods against their neck.

They chuckle, mostly just to get rid of the post-coital nervous energy. "Yeah."

Honeybee draws away. The curtains in the room aren't drawn, so there's only a little bit of light in the room, and Clover's darkvision softens him into shades of gray. His hair is bright white, reflective even with barely any light to do so with, and the honey of his skin has gone rich-dark gray, and whatever spark that lives in those eyes of his fixes down on Clover, who can't help the smile, because he is gorgeous. His neck's a little bruised - their fault, but they're not apologizing - and his breathing's still a little fast, and when they lick their lips, his eyes flick down to them.

We can kiss now.

The realization is a very welcome one. They actually sit up slightly for it, which would make Honeybee shift to move away and give them room if they didn't also grab the back of his hair and pull him down to kiss them again. Then again.

Because they haven't actually talked, they keep the number to only three before releasing him. He doesn't go far, though, and they incentivize as much by running a wondering hand up one of his thighs to a hip. He has such nice hip bones. And collar bones. And the bones in his wrist don't lose him any points, either. If they keep up the having-sex-with-each-other thing, they'll almost certainly find some other parts of his anatomy to have new appreciation for. In many ways, they already have, though that appreciation can't be called aesthetic at all quite yet.

Talk. Talk.

Unsure if they're ordering themselves or Honeybee, Clover complies anyway. "I hope you had expectations, because that far exceeded mine."

"Oh, yeah," Honeybee replies, then pauses. “That’s- you mean you had high expectations and I still exceeded them, right?”

Clover chuckles. “Yes. Great expectations, still surpassed.” They start rubbing their thumb over their favorite spot on Honeybee’s hip, where the tattoo is. “I…”

You should probably say it. This would be the time. You’ve been biting it back for how long? This is a good time.

It would be, that’s true. Honeybee’s breathing’s evened a little now that they’ve exchanged words, but he hasn’t moved from above them, and they can’t tell exactly where he’s looking without his eyes moving in response to stimuli they give him, so they lick their lips. His eyes flick down a bit. He was looking them in the eyes, then. Well, no longer.

Don’t get distracted. Tell him.

“I should-” Tell him. Tell him. I love you, just like that. “I wasn’t planning on this happening when I suggested the trip, so you know.”

“Yeah, I wasn’t- planning on anything when I suggested the dinner.”

“I’m glad you did.” Tell him.

“Me too.” Honeybee smiles. He’s beautiful like this. Which is why they should tell him.

The cuckoo clock down the hall starts squawking. Clover has no sense of what time it is, starts to count the chimes to figure out how long they've been wrapped up in Honeybee, how long they might still get to be.

One. Two. Three. Tell him.

It would be easier without darkvision, maybe. They can still see the details of him. Even better, now, because there's coming a glow through the room window. Red-orange looks good on Honeybee, lights up the gold of his skin. Thank you, whoever just lit that fire outside.

Six. Seven. Eight. Tell him, now. Now, Clover. Ten.

"I've- been thinking about that, though, for a while," Clover says, all in a rush.

Honeybee says, too, overlapping chatter, "I think I should-"

They both fall silent. Clover counts eleven, twelve and, when Honeybee makes a gesture to give them the floor, instead, they do not let themself wonder about what he thinks he should be doing, and instead plow ahead, forcing their nerves to steel rather than shake. "I just wanted to say, I-"

And then-

BOOM

somewhere in the distance. Clover sits up, immediately on the defensive. Their sword's always right by the bed, so they just need to find where Honeybee put their pants.

“What the fuck was that?”

18. Things you said that were a promise you intended to keep

Luckey, perhaps predictably, didn't actually have that much going on in it.

It was a small town - Clover could count the number of people that lived here in a slow afternoon if everyone was at home. They numbered around two hundred or so. Enough that, at least if they were looking at faces, Clover could name everyone in town.

That made it very strange to come across this.

They practically tripped over the man. It wasn't their fault. It was raining, and they were carrying wood and the man was small and on the ground, so it certainly wasn't all their fault. Their foot caught on his form, and Clover stumbled, one of the switches they were carrying clattering to the ground and making them flinch. "I'm sorry, I wasn't - oh. Are you okay?"

They switched immediately from apology to concern when they saw the state the man is in. His face was bloodied, and that was saying nothing of what might've been going on under the clothes he was wearing - they weren't really able to tell, medicine wasn't their strong suit. "I'm sorry, let me get a look at you. I'm Clover."

They set down the wood they were carrying and got to their knees to give him a cursory inspection. He had clearly been beaten up, which drew a frown across Clover's face.

The man seemed a little out of it, and blinked wide eyes at Clover. His jaw worked slowly. "S- Sehonivee-Haien. Charmed."

Bit of a mouthful, Clover thought. With his feathery ears, they had to wonder if he was an aasimar, too, with one of the names like their mom, long enough to gain someone importance. Not exactly a polite question, though, not while he was bleeding on the ground, so they just gave him a smile. "Charmed. Can you stand?"

Sehonivee-Haien's face twisted. "Jury's out."

"Alright. Here," Clover said, and pressed a hand to the side of his face. There was practically nothing divine still left in them, but they could still force whatever spark was still there into a bit of healing, which could be the difference between life and death, sometimes. Or, in this case, the difference between standing and walking, and getting tripped over in a sidestreet. "Okay, let's try it."

They stood, offering him a hand. He hesitated, but took it, and Clover hauled him up as gently as the verb "hauling" allowed. He ended up on his feet, anyway, though he was a little newborn deer about it. Clover took care of that with a steadying arm around his back, which, definitely hurt a broken rib or two from the way he hissed in pain.

“Sorry,” Clover said. “But it’ll hurt more if you fall.”

“Hurts pretty bad now,” he replied, with a grin shot through plenty with pain. They were pretty good at reading people, but really didn’t have to be, to see that much.

They gave him a smile right back. He deserved it. This was their town, and the fact that he had gotten beaten half to death on their watch? It spurred at something ugly in Clover's chest, something angry enough for them to show teeth. Even if that was accompanied by upturned lips. "My home isn't far. You'll be safe there."

Somehow, this man had the widest eyes Clover had ever seen, never mind the fact that one of them was already swelling shut.

Clover's version of healing was not very divine. At least they could be fairly assured that he wasn't bleeding internally on them.

"Are you- are you sure? I'm not... I don't want to bring anything to your door, if someone has something against me..." Oh, he was so worried.

Clover patted his cheek. "Hey. Hey, look at me.” He did. He had very striking eyes. “You- You're not getting hurt again, okay? Not on my watch."

It was a promise they meant. A promise they kept.

Mostly.

Mostly, except for that - that little scar.

But that—that was a very different promise.

25. Things you said that you still think about today

It was a joke.

Or, okay. Not a joke, because if Honey had actually asked, Clover might have done it. At least given it due consideration. That was not saying much, because Clover would have done pretty much anything Honey asked, back then, and they weren't going to consider how much they'd do for him if he asked even today, but.

Anyway.

It wasn't serious. Clover didn't think so, anyway, and they weren't about to ask Honey now if he ever meant it when he said they should go off and live somewhere else. He was a big-city sort, or so he said, and Clover was no stranger to cities, so it wasn't like they couldn't make it work.

He was pacing the kitchen—he was restless some mornings, just like this. Clover didn’t know why back then, just accepted it as a quirk of his to sometimes be soothed away. Now, of course, Clover had connected his restlessness to the mornings he had left late last night or early that morning, presumably playing his part in whatever part of their lives was real rather than the fiction they’d created.

“Maybe we could leave Luckey sometime,” he suggested, apropos of nothing. Clover fetched a mug for their morning coffee, kept an eye on him.

"What, run away together?" they asked, after a second of observing his behavior. He was restless, certainly. Small-town fever, they thought. People got it. Not Clover, but people. “Or do you mean more of a day trip?”

He looked over at them, and allowed himself a smile. “Well, what do you think?”

“Of running away together?” Clover poured themself a cup. They wanted to give him the benefit of clear consideration. “I think it’s ultimately unnecessary. We’d have to be running from something, by definition.”

“Ult’s guys,” Honey suggested.

Clover added cream to the cup, still taking Honey seriously. They had thought he was a coward, back then, tiptoed kindly around his caution. He had, after all, still borne the scars of their treatment—did, actually, to this day, so perhaps that was not all act—and they thought that his caution was a boon, making them more thoughtful. “I’m not convinced they’d follow us. Not running away from anything, that way.”

Honey hummed. Paced some more. “Okay, but. It’s kind of? Small?”

Clover nodded. “Two hundred or so.”

“Yeah, so. Small.” Honey nodded to himself. “That doesn’t… you like that? You’ll like that forever? What if some people here end up sucking?”

“Depends how much they suck,” Clover said, after another pause to make sure his question had been given its due consideration. “People here right now do suck. I’m still here.”

“Forever?”

Clover shrugged again. And then, in a moment of what wasn’t irony but certainly couldn’t be anything else, said, “It’s a sweet thought, Honeybee, but I’ll be honest… Luckey will have to have burned before I’d leave it.”

Honey had given a half smile and sat down. “Well. That’s not happening anytime soon.”

Satisfied with the answer and with the fact that Honey had actually gotten his ass in a chair, Clover sat with him and reached across the table so they could squeeze his hand in theirs. “We can still go on a day trip.”

It was a strange thing, the fact that they were so assured that he would stay right there with them, looking back on it. Honey did, of course—he slept in the next room, though far from Luckey—but they did wonder. If they never left Luckey, where would Honey be? Still sitting at that table?

The what-if and what-is suspends there, in their mind. They try to be self-disciplined about these things. The memory pauses right there, fingers touching their Honeybee’s, and palms not yet met.

[theposhperyton]

if you have the time could you tell me literally everything you know about isfd?

I found your blog through the one piece posts and now need to learn anything I can about this obscure fandom

An ISFD ask from someone who isn't already lost in the sauce? (<-Self call-out) O glorious day!

Gosh, there's so much, I don't really know where to start. I've been following this micro-fandom for YEARS now, and it's one of those things that just keeps on giving. The amount of lost/missing content and the frickin nuked forum (I'm a survivor, baebee!!) really does sometimes make it feel like the universe is trying to wipe us out, but hey. ISFD fans are basically cockroaches. Killable in theory, but surprisingly hearty in an actual life or death of a fandom scenario.

As for the actual content of ISFD that I engage in, I'm a rare(?) case where I kinda dabble in everything. I can confidently say I'm a member of the ** original ** gen of fans, so I've been around for the noteable eras, and have obsessed over every major character group at one time or another, as well as some niche characters (Cyan and his 2 other fans, rise up 🔥🔥)

I gotta say though, I am currently obsessed with the mafia portion of the universe (and, tbh, by extension, the Marama family. They are to me what the Kardashians are to some)

In particular, Phillip Varic has been my consistent blorbo since last September. It is not an exaggeration to say I've averaged about 40 drawings of him a month since then (my friends and I have counted. I should be on my strange addiction at this point, tbh. Or seeking other professional insight)

Here's some of the doodles in question! I am not terribly good at finishing art of him, I just sketch him loosely and rotate him rapidly in my head

I just think he's so neat. And I think his stupid, codependant, and mildly dysfunctional mafia found-family are so neat. And I think his husband (seraphine) and wife (abram) are so neat. And all his kids, both the legal kids and the ones whom he mostly just pays college tuition for, they're neat to. And the echos of Magnolia throughout his life and the larger narrative, even decades later. That's also very neat (my heart doesn't hurt at all!)

I realize I kinda derailed from answering your original ask because the mafia brainrot is debilitating and chronic, but I'm not entirely sure how I'd go about answering it anyway because there is just. So, so much world and lore to glean from ISFD, and none of it in any easy or direct way. Honestly though? The mafia might not be a bad place to start? If you want, I can tell you as much as I know about the cast and dynamics of the mafia, because I feel like a lot of the mafia character's lore and backgrounds act as a good segway to other noteable aspects of the larger ISFD narratives and the in-world political climate as a whole (Especially Mask and Howard. Not to single those poor souls out, but genuinely. How are they both gonna be so afflicted by the narrative like that)

If you're still interested after I practically talked your ear off, I could totally make a larger post about the whole mafia :3 They're my special blorbos ❤️ I would not feel safe around them IRL, but trapped within the confines of fiction, they're all free for me to babygirlify with almost no consequences