#Hope this is still in time! (If not hope it makes for a fun surprise after ^^)

[loveabunbun]

; CAMBOY!WOOYOUNG 🦊 & CAMBOY!BEOMGYU 🧸 hard thoughts . . .

— includes; starting out, streaming routines, audience interactions, where you come in, and favourite kinks 🤍.

— cw; pornstar au, sex worker reader (wy), dom top amab reader (could be seen as strap), sub bottom woo, sub bottom gyu, brat tamer reader, light bd/sm, uhh specifics under the cut.

; STARTING OUT

— camboy!wooyoung

woo was no stranger to, well, strangers. one too many guys on grindr told him he could sell his nudes. and so he did. first it was pictures, then it was selling short audio clips and videos of him spilling on his soft stomach, then came the longer productions: lighting, camera angles, and action plans. welp. the money came rolling in fast. he doesn't bother hiding his trade much, it's fun and he's sexy. not hurting anybody! also,, i said action plan, but there's not really a plan — wooyoung started with his physical desires leading the way, and they haven't betrayed him yet!

— camboy!beomgyu

def started in uni. he's tall and hot, not to mention extremely charming, but hookups didn't really work out for him. instead of getting validation from randoms on a dating app, why not get validation, and money, from anonymous randoms on a porn website? (🤓☝🏻 <- how he felt explaining the logic to his friends). took a couple of months for him to get a dedicated audience going because he's not very consistent… but it’s an incredibly welcome surprise for his fans when they get the alert for a late-night live. caters to quite a niche audience due to the way he prefers to run things.

; STREAMING ROUTINES

— camboy!wooyoung

literally born to do this i'm not joking. it makes him feel good, confidence overflowing as the comments and cash roll in. likes to tease real bad: feels himself up when the camera starts rolling & rarely begins fully clothed — there’s always a sliver of skin to entice. his viewers fall right into his claws, hoping to see more of his beauty marks. obviously wooyoung loves keeping them on their toes: muses about his day, complaints about the coworkers from his primary job, or other noteable life events.

does all of this while either stroking himself, or perched on a vibe and slowly rolling his hips. it's his favourite way to wind down. just when they start losing patience, he's whimpering and shaking as his orgasm catches him off-guard. although they appreciate woo sharing about himself, moan-ridden and all, their entitled grumbling quickly turns into applause. and that is just the warm-up. he locks in after the first and really gets down to business, with the audience commanding his full attention.

— camboy!beomgyu

was incredibly shy at the start of his camboy streaming n didn’t even show his face for a while, until he put more effort into his chosen platform and security. even with his humble loyal fan base, beomgyu is still timid minutes in, but as the comments flow — calling him handsome, praising his soft skin and his strong, defined muscles — his confidence grows.

teases himself for a bit, knowing the audience likes it when he gets worked up. blessed with a naturally deep voice, gyu’s whines of pleasure gets the audience emptying out their pockets liberally. but he doesn’t play around too much since everyone knows what he’s there for (himself). yet while he gives in to his needs pretty quickly, beomgyu can go for a long time! switches up positions and toys often in one stream, so there's plenty of content for his starved fans. gets so sleepy and lethargic after he's put his body to the test, makes his viewers wanna baby him. takes care of himself with a well-deserved shower and nap.

; AUDIENCE INTERACTIONS?

— camboy!wooyoung; PLENTY

woo can put on a show, oh my god. has hella fun getting requests and fulfilling them (thinking of those tiktok lives and emotes,,). his audience always returns because, on top of being dastardly sexy, wooyoung knows how to handle the crowd. face the other way? bounce faster? take this off and put that on? on good days, he plays along well. his favourites get a little daring with their wishes and money when they notice his generous mood (the chances of success are zero if you never try). other days, he holds the cards. and his prices are not low.

— camboy!beomgyu; SPARINGLY

as said, beomie prioritises himself and his own needs. the money comes later. that's not to say the correct amt won't push him out his comfort zone... as his fanbase gets bigger and it's harder to maintain 'close' relations and remember usernames, the veil between them gets thicker. he's also reminded camming was always temporary employment. nonetheless, beomgyu also knows how to perform, and that always keeps them coming back. even if they didn't, he's more than happy with you alone. speaking of you...

; WHERE YOU COME IN

— camboy!wooyoung; COWORKER

you also make explicit content and have definitely seen his before. got in contact through a mutual friend who knew of your side hustles and suggested a collab off-handedly. so the first time you met was over a drink at a bar to sus out the vibes and determine compatibility. you quickly learnt that the talkative cutie was hilarious, and charismatic too. his apartment was the next location, a surprise for both your viewers. maybe it was watching him spit on your dick and deepthroat you with sparkling eyes, or his sweet offer to stay the night after the camera switched off but you were whipped.

— camboy!beomgyu; CAMERAMAN

you were friends first. good friends actually. you knew about his side hustle from basically the start (one of the friends responding with -> 😯🤨) but never mentioned it unless he did first. doesn’t mean you weren’t curious tho… at some point, you ended up stumbling across his account. and like any person with functioning eyes n ears, just couldn't swipe away. you eventually confessed and beomgyu, after his mortification passed, went "oh! my tripod broke recently! and i know you're broke." it was good money fr. soon enough, you were streaming your bestie impaled on your fat cock and moaning for you instead of some shitty toy (his plan all along ♡).

; FAVOURITE KINKS

— camboy!wooyoung

brat taming. the Brat. like i said, he knows how to tease. you, especially. you’re an open book to woo and he takes advantage: responding to your polite requests with snark or sarcasm; embarrassing you to his (and yours!) viewers (or ‘discouraging the competition’, but jokes on him bc everyone loves a hot loser); just being vexing in general. and you’re patient! but not that much. you know he does it for your attention, and you’re more than happy to give it to him. punishments cover impact play, sensory deprivation, and plain old orgasm-denial the worst one iho. maybe all three. often you’ll let the audience choose. they’re meaner than you are ;)

role-playing. LOVES a cheeky little scene. anything with clear power dynamics: professor/student, doctor/patient, police officer/offender, supervisor/intern, even owner/pet. watching you get into character kinda reminds him of the first time you met and introduces him to another side of you. it's also just hella fun. the viewers get a kick out of your improv and enjoy being involved in the world-building. favourite scenarios are definitely recycled.

size queen. wooyoung loves to get stuffed. swallows your dick like he was made for it, and i'm not just talking about his mouth. his ass could be designated a black hole if you didn't know any better lmfao. beads, plugs, beaded plugs… he's taken them all. gets sooo fucked out and moans so pretty when he's filled to the brim. once got sent a dragon didlo n had one of the best nights of his life. it’s his most viewed live and many people have asked for a recreation. this time they wanna see how far woo can stretch with you in the picture…

manhandling. push him around. throw him around. pls. even non-sexual occasions where you pick him up and toss him onto a surface, woo is alr opening his legs and ready to let you do as you please. really likes chokeholds where your arm is wrapped around his throat and holding him against you when you fuck. pin his legs open when he’s being a brat or keep him still when he tries to squirm away from the pleasure, tears in his eyes and moaning like a girl. he can take it.

praise kink. woo likes to act like he doesn't care abt what others think and pushes that narrative constantly. bc, shit, haters are gonna hate and in a vulnerable industry like sex work where depravity runs high, he protects himself. but who's gonna protect him? 🫵🏾. tell him he's perfect, tell him yk how hard he works and how much you appreciate him for all of him, for his authenticity in everything he does. he doesn’t need/want it often during sex but it’s a guaranteed way to make him fall apart below you ♡.

— camboy!beomgyu

soft dominance. beomgyu's more often than not pulling your strings bc he likes riling you up. but it's never really that deep for you, hence no punishments. he gets off with a slap on the wrist, a.k.a. being tossed around a bit more, spoken to a little more harshly, fucked a touch harder. s'not long before he's crying and begging you to be nicer. so spoilt. sometimes you leave it up to the viewers if they think he's learnt his lesson. usually it’s not until he's drooling & incoherent, and can only think of you. they rarely get to see him in such a mess and he gets off to the humiliation.

soft sex. most of the time. his intentions for recording are for a relaxing time: gyu hates feeling rushed and likes to take things at his own pace. prefers it when you fuck slow, but not too slow, and deep. hard thrusts where it feels like he’s drowning in ecstasy really make him lose his mind. soft kisses on his face, back, shoulder, chest, ankles, whatever's close enough to your lips when you're inside him, balance out the firm snap of your hips perfectly. orgasms the hardest like this, shaking and gushing copious amounts of cum all over himself with how full both his heart and his ass is.

pet play. duh. will sometimes put on the puppy or bear ear headbands his viewers send. he’s down to play the part, esp if there's a matching plug! beomgyu really ups his game when you're involved, panting, grunting, and growling in your ear as you make him feel good. enjoys his pet names (puppy, pup, beomie bear, teddy, etc.). fucking LOVES getting mounted, like 'ass-up-face-down-your-full-body-weight-pounding-him-into-the-bed-like-dogs' mounted. he'd never admit it (doesn't need to w the way his dick leaks) but submitting to you in this way turns him on so fucking much. and confirms the love and trust he has in you as his friend turned lover. his viewers EAT. IT. UP.

marking. goes hand in hand with the pet play. likes when you leave a couple of bite marks and bruises on his body. he loves the sight of the dark marks against his pale skin; something like the dragon tainting the prince(ss) in his tower. the marks also remind his viewers that he's spoken for, esp during solo shoots. likes pressing on them and feeling the burn, or running a finger over their edges in recollection. even in the moment, he fucks heavy with the idea of you claiming him and him claiming you too (biiig biter).

phone sex. when the camera isn’t on, and there’s distance between you, gyu’s calling late at night bc he misses you. both his body and his mind. sometimes he’s ranting, sometimes he’s bragging, other times he just needs to hear your voice. after conversing he craves more, a physical connection. you’re the same. direct his thoughts and tell him where to touch, let him hear how he makes you feel too: hot and wet. always on his best behaviour for these calls, like a love-sick puppy. get back to his side quick, okay?

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[norrisjpg]

── ☆ tea talks & torn paper

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series: my kind of woman, LN⁴

content: swearing, max & pietra being adorable, soft lando, relationship advice, torn pages, unspoken feelings and a little bit of tension

pairing: lando norris x fem!oc

rora's thoughts: hi everyone, ever so sorry i went quiet on you all! i was having a bit of an unmotivated era and literally gave up on life itself! but, i've had a mental reset and i'm ready to get back at writing again. so, i really hope you enjoy this one, and welcome to the world of my kind of woman!

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LILY’S FRIDAY AFTERNOON wasn’t supposed to look like this. 

her small suitcase had been packed, outfits meticulously chosen, and nervous system prepared for a full-on media blitz at the book launch she’d been anticipating for weeks. but, when the publishing company had abruptly postponed the event due to some sort of logistical complication, lily had found herself with an unclaimed weekend and a non-refundable train ticket to oxford.

“so, you’re sure you don’t want to reschedule this book launch thing?” the brit piped up from the couch. 

“it’s not reschedulable, you knob.” lily rolled her eyes as she placed her once-packed shoes back on the rack. “the whole thing was canned.”

“what a shame,” pietra teased, walking over to the couch and flopping down next to her boyfriend. “i was really looking forward to my saturday night voice notes about how some sweaty guy grabbed your ass.”

“thankyou p.” the younger fewtrell gave her a deadpan look.

“so welcome.” the girl grinned.

“the offer to come with me and p is still there,” max said breezily. “if you want it, of course. it’ll be fun, he has like ten spare rooms, and you haven’t seen him in ages.”

“you’re not giving me much time to think about this.” she frowned, zipping the suitcase back up.

“because i know you, el.” her brother replied. “you’ll just be in your flat all weekend, reading something sappy and avoiding socialisation – or god forbid, you spend it with harry.”

“hey, leave harry out of this – and maybe i like being a recluse.”

“oh, we’re going golfing too, so pack some golf-friendly clothes.” he pointed out, trying to think of any other things she should know. “and lando has a hot-tub, and a sauna, and a gym… actually just pack for everything.”

“does he even know i’m coming?” she asked, still contemplating whether she should just bale on her not-certain plans already.

“he’s lando, he’d probably forget even if i did tell him.” max shrugged casually, earning a hand to the shoulder from pietra.

“lily, it’ll be fine. lando likes you, you like lando. it’s not like he’s going to make you sleep on the driveway – so you’re not uninvited, just a… nice surprise.”

“okay, i’ll come, when are we leaving?” lily sighed, wheeling her case toward her bedroom. 

max checked his watch, “in thirty.” 

• • • •

THE BACKSEATS of max’s audi were surprisingly spacious, allowing lily to stretch her legs out across the seats, and lean on the pillow she’d brought with her. the spine of her latest read was pressed against her knee, a good girl’s guide to murder printed neatly in black and red on a white background. she’d been meaning to read it for years now, but she’d never quite gotten around to opening the front page – so this was a good excuse, an hours drive to get stuck in.

invested in the teenager’s journey, she had neglected to notice that max had indicated down a tree-lined driveway, and that lando’s surrey pad had come into view – sleek, modern lines softened by ivy-covered walls and warm yellow lights pouring from the interior. 

lando and lily had known each other since they were fifteen, meeting at one of max’s karting races. he’d been awkward and geeky, gushing over engine types and tyre wear, but always sweet and polite with her, if a little nervous sometimes. but the last time she’d seen him was almost a year ago. he’d filled out (obviously, formula 1 drivers aren’t exactly stick-like), and he was charming, making her laugh with well-polished wit and the same immature humour she’d grown to love in their childhood. he’d been effortlessly kind, gentle, sweet in an undemanding way that didn’t make her feel like she had to perform. 

“i still feel weird showing up unannounced.” lily mumbled as she closed her book and carefully placed it into her bag. 

“as my wonderful girlfriend said, just a delightful surprise.” max quoted pietra, shutting the driver’s side door. 

she grumbled something in response, walking around toward the boot of the audi, intending on hauling her suitcase out of the vehicle – but it was short-lived, because the subject of her worries stepped out of the front door with a wide grin on his face.

“hey lovebirds.” lando chimed, skipping down the front steps like the child he was – and not quite noticing the other girl stood behind the car. 

the driver gave the pair a quick hug, “how was your drive?”

“lily wouldn’t stop stressing out about the fact that you didn’t know she was coming.” max blurted, making his sister poke her head out from the rear of the audi.

“hi lando.” she waved with a small, sheepish smile. 

if he wasn’t already smiling, he was practically beaming now. lando’s features softened and lit up at the same time, and he laughed softly, quickly heading toward her. 

“hi lala.” the mclaren driver said quietly, casually embracing the girl as if he’d been waiting for this day – his hoodie smelled like cedarwood and lemon, and it assaulted her senses like a homely candle. “how’ve you been?”

“i’ve been good, thankyou.” she smiled. “you?”

“never better,” lando nodded, gaze flitting over her features as he spoke. “let me get your stuff.”

“it’s okay–” she was cut off by lando easily picking her bag up. “thankyou. you’re sure you don’t mind me crashing here for the weekend?”

“are you kidding?” the brit laughed, “you’ve just improved the guestlist.”

pietra looked at max, raising her eyebrows in that same way she always did, earning an eye roll from her boyfriend. the couple (code for max) grabbed their bags, and then the two of them headed into the house. 

“come on, you can pick your room.” lando nodded, reaching up and closing the boot, before gesturing for her to follow him into the large building.

inside, the house was as chaotic as she’d remembered, but in a more, subtle, i’m an adult now, way. the shoe-shelf by the door was dishevelled to say the least – all of his most-used shoes were on there, just randomised and not in pairs at all. her shoes actually looked out of place, paired neatly and placed next to the strangely organised rack. there were a few pillows on the bottom of the staircase, with an untouched basket of clean washing next to the bannister.

pietra was flopped on the couch like it was her own, with max complaining about having no space and trying to find something to watch on the ridiculously large tv.

“so why’d you end up coming?” lando asked as he carried lily’s suitcase up the stairs. “not that i’m unhappy you’re here.”

“the book launch i was going to got cancelled.” she explained with a shrug of her shoulders. “i wasn’t really looking forward to it anyway. they sent me an early release, didn’t bother to read it.”

“brutal.” the driver laughed, glancing back at her briefly.

“honestly?” lily continued. “i wasn’t in the mood to be charming to strangers.”

“and you are now?” lando queried as they entered the spare room next to his. 

“you’re not a stranger, and define charming.” she laughed.

“exactly what you’re doing now.” he replied coolly, his gaze trained on her for a little too long.

“lando, why do you have four tubs of peanut butter and no bread?” max yelled up the stairs. 

“they substituted my nutella and i forgot about bread.” lando groaned, turning to shout.

“still the same.” she chuckled.

“i’m evolving, slowly.”

“i noticed,” she teased. “you used to live on toast and protein bars.”

“bagels and protein shakes now, i’ve upgraded. very adult.”

“impressive.”

their eyes locked again, and for a second, the faint noise of max and pietra chatting downstairs faded to silence. it was the kind of moment lily had always brushed past before – innocent enough to ignore, but heavy enough to remember. she looked away first, thanking him for carrying her bags and letting her stay.

“you’re always welcome here, lala.”

• • • •

BY TEN O’CLOCK, max was flat out on the sofa after a debate about which premier league team had the best looking players, and pietra had rolled her eyes at her boyfriend so many times she was sure they were going to get stuck there. pietra retired to the other guest bedroom, and lando bidded the younger fewtrell goodnight, before she herself slipped away to her room, the soft click of the door punctuating the quietness of the house.

she wasn’t tired.

restless was a better way to describe her demeanour, the kind of restlessness that came from a long day of travel, too many not quite finished thoughts, and the underlying buzz of something unspoken. maybe it was lando’s nostalgic warmth, maybe it was the glance she caught between max and pietra when lando greeted her, as if they knew something lily didn’t.

she wouldn’t call what happened sleep, moreso closing her eyes for a couple hours and pretending too. so, at five o’clock in the morning, the pull of alertness won, dragging her out of bed and quietly downstairs to the kitchen. 

she padded down the stairs in her hoodie and shorts, expecting silence – but the kitchen light was on, but dimmed.

pietra sat at the counter, sipping from a ceramic mug, her body angled toward the sliding glass doors. outside, the early morning sky stretched wide and pale, clouds tinged with gold and papaya.

“oh, morning.” lily grumbled, not sure if she was pleasantly surprised by the lack of solitude or not. “how come you’re up?”

“not really that tired.” pietra shrugged, sighing softly as she sipped more of her coffee. “how are you and harry doing?”

“yeah, we’re okay, i guess.” lily said, sounding slightly unamused. “we’re just casual, you know?”

“you deserve something that isn’t casual.” she responded. “and look i know it might be a bit random to you, but have you considered lando?”

she laughed, quiet and a little shook. “lando? no way, he’s max’s best mate.”

“but he’s so sweet to you, not like he is with anyone else.”

“he’s nice to everyone.” she brushed it off, like she always did.

“you’re allowed to like someone who’s good for you, you know? no matter who they are.”

she was about to reply, consider pietra’s suggestion, when the pad of heavier footsteps interrupted her train of thought. “oh, good morning.” lando yawned.

“morning lan.” lily smiled, the nickname slipping off of her tongue. 

“morning lando.” pietra replied, glancing at the man. 

he was in the navy quadrant hoodie, looking too soft to be real, hood pulled up and curls sticking out everywhere. on his legs were a light grey pair of shorts, with some matching navy socks on his feet. he looked pliant, adorable even. 

the three of them sat in comfortable silence, lando knowingly sliding a hot cup of tea, with two sugars and a splash of milk, over to lily wordlessly, earning an appreciative smile from her. he hopped up onto the counter next to her, watching the sunrise with the two girls. lily watched a bird land on the balcony fence, wings sharp against the morning blush – admiring the way it could freely come and go whenever it wanted.

“you remembered,” lily smiled after swallowing a mouthful of the warm beverage. “my tea, that is.”

“i have a good memory.” the driver smiled, gently nudging her shoulder with his own. “two sugars with an obscenely small amount of milk.”

she laughed, quiet and real, glancing at him and noticing the faint traces of sleep on his face, in the forms of shallow lines and dishevelled eyelashes. his curls looked ridiculously soft, and when he ruffled them after taking his hood down, she briefly appreciated the beauty of his new hair. 

the way he leaned a little closer to her when she smiled didn’t go unnoticed, instead reluctantly swept away from her mind like the rest of the thoughts he brought with him.

• • • •

LATER THAT AFTERNOON, lily was sat on a deck chair on the patio, nearing the end of the first book in the trilogy. she was so deep into the plotline that she didn’t notice lando creeping up behind her until it was too late. 

when his hands squeezed her shoulders abruptly, she slammed the book shut and pulled on one of the pages near the end – tearing the paper almost clean out. she quietly noticed, he didn’t.

“lando!” she groaned, gently thumping him on the head with the paperback. 

“you ready for my cooking, miss fewtrell?” he asked, hands still on her shoulders, softly holding and rubbing his thumbs over them now. 

“call the fire brigade now.”

“hey! that was one time.” he laughed, resting his chin on top of her head and looking down at her book. “what’cha reading?”

“something you’re clearly too illiterate to read the title of.” she deadpanned, putting the book under her chair and going to get up.

he laughed, genuine and real, for the first time in a while. “so rude – i’ll make you sleep on the drive.”

“who would keep your ego in check then?” lily shook her head, furrowing her eyebrows with a teasing laugh.

a couple hours later, the group were full and max was pretty sure he had chronic indigestion from trying to see how many chips he could eat in thirty seconds. 

lando was out on the deck, making sure he hadn’t left anything out there, when he spotted the white and red book underneath a patio chair. en-route back to the house, the driver flicked through a few pages, his gaze immediately landing on the ripped page near the back – and he quickly realised that he was at fault for it. he didn’t say anything when he handed the book back to her, not yet.

• • • •

MONDAY MORNING came around too quickly, and lando left before the other three did, having to head out early to japan early for some media stuff. he’d hugged her, longer than he did the other two, even whispered a sweet ‘see you soon, lala’ in her ear as he’d pulled away.

she wasn’t actually sure when he’d done it, she’d been with him practically the entire weekend. but when she’d returned to the room she was staying in, with the intention of packing up her stuff – there was a neatly wrapped and strangely-shaped package on the foot of the double bed, clad in brown paper with a small white bow on the top left corner. 

‘sorry about the book. and sorry i didn’t scare max instead. had some help from p too - L’

lily stood there for a few minutes after unwrapping the entire holly jackson series, heart swelling, and the scent of the perfume she’d been wanting but could get curling around her like a spritzed embrace.

outside the window, the wind brushed the trees.

and somewhere deep in her soul, something had begun to change.

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[midnight-mourning]

Siren's Curse (Of Bad Luck)

🐟🐟Midnight's DCA MerMay Day 13🐟🐟

this one was a treat bc i got to include pirates and i think you all know how much i enjoy pirates, also just a silly treat overall, enjoy!

Prompt: Hiiii Midnight!! :) For my request, Siren Reader trying to lure the boys to their death, but reader is really really bad at it. In their failure the three become really close. I want reader to be mad about it for a while too that they don't find them 'scary' after a while. The boys can be mers or human, does not matter.

DCFPU prompt used: Pirates

Word Count: 2214

will be posted to ao3 later this evening

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The waves around you lap lightly across your tail and against the rock upon which you sit. The moonlight above peeks through the clouds in streaks. It's serene, soothing, would lull you to sleep if you didn't know better. Because moment's like these usually don't last. 

And much to your total surprise, it doesn't. 

Out in the distance, a ship slinks across the horizon towards you. Even from here you can make out the chatter of its crew, the creaks and groans of the ship as it rocks against the waves. You sense the nervous energy which winds around each person aboard like a vice. Feel the nervous beats of their tender little hearts. Almost taste their fear. Good. As they should be. It makes things that much easier for you. 

You've got a bit of an excited thrill in you yourself. This is what you were waiting on. The night would have—admittedly—been boring without someone showing up with the hopes of trying to pass you. And some of your most fun was being able to lull them into a false sense of security before ultimately—well, you're getting ahead of yourself. 

Unable to wait, you dive down into the water below practically without a sound. You swim with ease over to the ship, popping up next to the hull. Now much closer, you can make out the distinct mutterings and mumblings of the crew. All worried about sirens and curses and more. All of it relating back to you. 

You want to give them a little scare. Really rattle them before the main event. You open your palm then drag your claws against the wooden hull, the loud, abrupt scratching sound it makes all but halts the conversation above. You muffle your own snickering. You wait a minute or so, until they've started talking just a little more again, then start to hum. 

At this, they delve into harsh whispers, someone shouts 'Siren! It's a siren!' before they're hushed. Enough's enough, you've had your fun, so you shift from humming to singing. 

You've done this so many times now it's easy, though by nature your song comes to you without effort. It rolls off your tongue as smooth as the finest of silks, soft as the breeze and gentle as the sea on a calm day. You sing with passion, you sing of desire, and you sing for those who need it. 

As you sing you slowly work your way up the side of the ship, clinging to the wood and ropes as you go. You'll try to pluck off which ones you can that are within your reach, that should give the rest enough of a hint to leave and never come back. 

You've made it up the edge, spying an entranced sailor right within your reach. You shift your song to be more directed at him, hand outstretching lovingly. You're about to take hold of him, drag him down with you—only for cold iron to be pressed to the side of your temple, followed by a click. 

You waver, startled, but still keep your song up, perhaps it's someone who's got a bit of cotton in their ears, trying to resist. No matter, they'll succumb soon enough. 

But your voice practically dies in your throat upon seeing who—or what, rather—is pointing a weapon at you.

A person who wears the clothes of a man but looks nothing like it. With skin the color of the sun and shiny metal in his exposed joints. There's no hair on his head, which is instead surrounded by large orange triangles—which are pierced with small rings, again like the rays of the sun. A hat sits upon his head, and with the rest of his dress you surmise he's likely the captain. Nothing like any captain you've ever seen.

He's not human, that's for sure. 

Nor is the other man—other... captain...?—that appears from behind him. 

You can only stare in amazement, confusion, and slight irritation at the two of them. Suddenly unable to muster your song. The remaining crew is still very much dazed, and would remain so for at least a little while. 

The one with the gun clears his throat. "Not very polite to come aboard a sailor's ship without permission, Little Fish."

You swallow, still trying to keep your words honeyed beneath your reply. 

"Not polite to point a gun at someone for doing so."

You hear a few clicks, they're coming from his head, you realize. "Trespassing."

You glance up to the black flag waving from the mast. "You're pirates."

"Even worse, then." He tsks.

"If I'm trespassing on your ship, you're trespassing in my waters."

Head tilt. "You own the sea?"

"Something like that. This bit of it anyway." You press your temple more against the gun, annoyed. 

"Perhaps you'd be interested in sharing?"

"Not really—"

The other man—who had a blue and white face with inhuman red eyes—suddenly steps forward, trying to take the pistol. "This is a waste of time, I'll handle this if you won't."

You suddenly begin singing again then, and still to your dismay there's no effect on either of them, but the others on board are still pulled under your song, and using this to your advantage are able to create a distraction that allows you to dive back down into the water below. 

When you emerge again a bit further away—and hopefully out of range—you look back to the ship, where the two from before now stand clutching the railing. 

"I'll consider this a mishap and let you live for now, but next time, don't count on being so lucky." You grin, diving under the waves though in reality, you're both frustrated and baffled. 

It must have just been a fluke. An odd happenstance. Those occur sometimes, right?

Right?

As you would come to find out, apparently that odd happenstance was a common happenstance. But one that only occured with those two in particular. 

Captain Sun and Captain Moon—as you'd come to learn—were entirely unaffected by your singing. Worryingly so. No, confoundedly annoyingly so. 

They would appear every couple of weeks, always trying to get past you and always failing. But not because they were enthralled by you, no it was only their crew that was affected by you. Which made this whole ordeal that much worse for you. You couldn't scare them off for long no matter what you did! The pirate ship continuing to blemish your waters like an ugly thorn in your side. 

But while that was utterly annoying, the part that bothered you the most specifically was that no matter how much you sang, how well you sang, or what song you used, it did absolutely nothing to them. They always told you it was because of what they were—automatons and not human beings—but you refused to accept that.

They seemed to find it amusing even, your efforts that is. Which only fueled your frustration and almost led to them succeeding one day. Too baffled and embarrassed that you practically croaked out several times before you could reorganize yourself. 

Though you admit, you think part of it may just simply be... fluster on your part. In the months since your first encounter, they've made conversation with you, starting brief, but growing longer with each passing visit. You think to them it’s almost a bit of a game. To you it’s... something else. 

The feeling's quite unfamiliar to you and you certainly don't like it. The way your heart sometimes flutters when Sun banters with you, or when Moon threatens you, no longer with the animosity he once held. How you can't seem to take your eyes off them with every added visit. Coupled with your inability to get them under your spell it all makes you angry. 

Angry at yourself, and certainly angry at them. 

Such anger simmers under the surface with this latest visit of theirs. They skip the formalities, as they have the past few times. Instead anchoring their ship further away and using a long boat to meet you in your usual spot. Just the two of them, of course. Rub it in even more that you have no effect on them. 

"Afternoon, Little Fish," Sun calls out to you as they approach. 

You spare him a brief wave, busy sharpening your claws against the rock. "Captain Sun, Captain Moon."

"Formal today aren't you?" Moon chides. "Is something the matter, Star?"

"Perhaps they're upset it's been so long since our last visit. Got bored out of their mind without us to pester them," Sun snickers. 

"The gift we have might lighten their mood then. Maybe they'll even let us pass."

"Now that's wishful thinking." 

At that they both laugh. It only serves to make your anger flare further. 

Your claws scrape against the rock, agitated, but collected. "I have no need for gifts. Nor the desire for them." You go so far as to turn away from them once they reach you, feeling hurt at the confirmation that you're just an obstacle to them. 

There's quiet behind you, only the sound of shifting mechanisms that you once found intriguing, alluring even. Now they only serve to remind you that you're no equal to them. 

The hand on your shoulder instinctively makes you want to turn and fight. The closeness unfamiliar, frightening. You resist, however, out of something called 'common courtesy' as Sun once described it. 

"Have we upset you?" Moon asks, tone now concerned. 

Another hand, this one clasping yours in your lap. "We're terribly sorry if that's the case."

This closeness, the false worry in their words, it strikes deep in your heart. Deeper than even the wound of your inability to charm them. 

"Do you know the reason why I won't allow you safe passage through here?" you ask them, soft.

Sun's chin rests on your shoulder. "Because you find it amusing?"

"Because we're pirates and you find that morally abhorrent?"

"It's because it's my home." You sigh, eyes trained on the waters in front of you. "And it's my duty to protect it for those who can't. To keep them safe. I sing for me, and my own entertainment, yes, to a point. But I also do it for them."

"Why are you telling us this?"

You turn to Moon, bitterness written across your face. "Because I'm making it clear to you that no amount of anything will get me to change my mind about letting you through. So, toy with my feelings all you like, but it won't make a lick of difference."

"Toy with your—Little Fish, is that really what you think?" Sun raises his hand from your shoulder, reaching up to turn you to face him. 

You swallow. "Of course it is. You've made it abundantly clear all you see me as is someone in your way. Not to mention how you've wounded my pride with your inhuman ability to resist my song."

"Well to our credit we're not human—" You hear metal hit metal behind you, and Sun flinches. "But that's beside the point. I apologize on both our behalves that you feel that way, Love. Because it's far from the truth I assure you."

Moon moves closer, gentle, unlike him. "We initially intended to slip by you, yes. But that was before we met you, got to know you. Began to care for you."

"Do you think if we were just using you we'd keep coming back?" Sun raises your hand to his face, pressing a kiss to it. "Do you think we'd be this close with you, so open?"

"Isn't this what normal humans or automatons do between friends?" you ask bluntly. 

They both seem to freeze for a moment, sharing a glance. Then, they start to snicker, before bursting with laughter. 

You feel your face heat up, Sun speaking to you between fits of hysterics. 

"Not-not in the slightest, Little Fish. I would never hold, kiss, or cherish someone I didn't adamantly love. I doubt Moon would either."

"I have no frame of reference, how was I supposed to know!" you bluster.

Both captains continue to laugh at your expense, while you continue to process what they've said. 

Again, your face feels warm. "So, all this time you've been... courting me? And I didn't even know?" Your hands come up to your face, groaning.

Moon snickers, arms wrapping around you. "You were too busy trying to lure us to our deaths." 

"Which, perhaps you'd have better luck with if you didn't have to contend against these." Sun reaches into his shirt and pulls out a chain with a bright green gem on the end. It reflects the light of the day intensely, so sparkly it burns. 

It takes you a moment, but then it clicks. You gape, expression souring. 

"That's cheating!" Despite the confirmation of your shared feelings just seconds ago you now have the desire to throttle the both of them.

Still, in the laughter you now share with each other, you feel a sense of peace, of completeness, that you'd never experienced before. You relish in it. 

And in getting to snatch up those pretty amulets they're wearing just to prove a point. 

Though, you've suddenly lost the voice to sing. 

What a pity.

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[ivyheaven]

"I dabble in dealing with crazy, think you might be surprised," or so she hoped. She wanted to be up for it, to be up to par for him. Listening to him talk about kids, how he loved them but hadn't considered them made her smile, because she understood what he meant. Shared the sentiment. He spoke so casually that her heart raced, how easily the potential for a future flowed from him. "I see what you're saying. I feel the same way. Hadn't thought about it much, or at all. You have also completely changed everything around me." Well, sort of. Their marriage conversation had been good, something she still stood by, though she had to admit part of her didn't hate the idea. "Half crazy, half insane - you're funny, those kids would be iconic. Really? Your brother's settled down already?" Admittedly, she ddi feel better about tonight's events, knowing he was not faltering in their relationship. "I'm hopeful we make it through college," she admitted to him for the first time.

Laurel watched intrigued as Eli's sister connected things together, even with the limited information she had provided. Her ears turned red before nodding. "Yes, that would be me, so sorry about that. Missing your costume would've been no good." Talking to the young girl was easing her worry, her calming presence but also just the adorable conversation that went with it. It didn't allow her to sit and overthink about the events that had unfolded. Or, the conversation Eli was having with his brother. "He did mention the voices, what's your favorite that he does? I'm sure I can bring up the stories my dad used to tell me. The ducky one sounds like more fun!" Completely engrossed in her story about the duckies, her smile just grew wider A story about finding family, it was a very heartwarming story. "Are duckies your favorite then?"

Isaac rolled his eyes as his brother spoke of the girl who got him tangled up in this mess. He had to admit that he had not heard his brother speak of someone this way, it was a first. It was something that would, on any other occasion, make him smile and feel ridiculously proud that he had found happiness. But, he just couldn't look past the fact that she represented danger. The people she knew put him at risk, and had already hurt him. Isaac couldn't stand for that, no matter how many cute words Eli added. "You sound very sure about her, and I would be glad for you Eli, truly. You know that, no one more than me, would celebrate you finding your person, but she is danger." What Isaac planned or didn't plan wasn't stupid (he thought, at least), so he sighed. "I won't do anything stupid, you know that. I just don't trust that," to not say he didn't trust her, "Has she done anything about this? If she doesn't put a stop to it, they'll keep coming for you. I don't like that you're vulnerable out there, and we're too far."

To that, he frowned. He hated when Eli referred to himself as a burden. Isaac knew why, some of the shit his family said was unforgivable. But, he had to know that they did not agree with that in the slightest. "You are not a burden, stop saying that. Serious shit or not, we'll figure it out. That's what family does. No internal damage, good. You'll be done soon, and Inez can drive you home afterwards. Emma too, she refused to stay. Had to go see you."

Isaac listened to him and chuckled, shaking his head at the idiocy of the guys that had gone after him. "You were judging their technique as they beat your ass? You're unbelievable. People who don't use their hands are cowards, afraid to chip a nail," he said, quoting what their mom told them when she taught them self-defense. "They really could've hurt you though, I hate that we're so far from you."

"Yeah? You want to deal with my crazy?" Eli asked as a small smile spread across his bruised cheeks. "I'll be honest, I love kids but never wanted any of my own. It was just not something I considered. Never having past relationships, there was never any point. But then I met you and everything fucking changed. I can see little kids running around being half you half me. Half crazy half insane. I'll be honest that my brother Isaac is the one that is meant to be a dad. He's got it down but if we make it out of college then I wouldn't mind trying for a kid."

"Friend from school," Emma repeated slowly. "Must be the one that he was late for me one night!" She was referring to the Halloween night where Eli promised he'd be there at seven but didn't come until eight. "He nearly missed my costume!" she nodded. "Yes. Stories make me feel better but only when he tells it. He does voices. Do you like stories? Do you have any?" she giggled and nodded. "I know the ducky one."

Taking a look behind her to see inez still following she squeezed laurel's hand and hummed. "There was this ducky swimming in a giant pool, he was lonely no one wanted to be his friend or take him home. So he swam and swam and swam until one day he found a waterfall. He was so thirsty and drank some water then surprise underneath the water he found a tiny family of duckies. One big one a medium one and a baby one. Lonely duck wasn't lonely anymore."

"Isa, she isn't just some girl. This isn't some college fling. I'm not that stupid. She's different. She stimulates my brain, makes my heart sing. The first person that has shifted my world to slow it down. Makes me feel like I'm not alone in this world. I'm not saying I'm gonna marry her today, besides she may not like what I have to say about marriage but for now. She's not just some girl. Yes I'm going out with her and no I'm not gonna stop because some jocks think they have some weird claim on her. You gotta promise you won't do something stupid when you get here."

"How could I not worry? This isn't like saying I go by my nickname. I'm putting you guys in the middle of some serious shit. You shouldn't carry with the burden that I am." But he knew it was of no use. If he knew them he knew there was a plan. A contingency plan and then a plan c. "Yeah. I got x rays done. They won't keep me since there isn't any internal damage thankfully. I just hate it here."

Eli wanted to joke around and with how isa was responding, they both needed it. "One had a really weak hand. They got a leg up because they used their feet not their fists. Remember what your mom said about people who didn't use their hands?"

[bewitched-hours]

Aherm. Just found this wondrous account. And I'm in love (I say cartoonishly dropping to one knee ring in hand/p)

MAY I BE 🪽 ANON???

And secondly... Hear me out on ex two time bsf + azure friend reader who had the fattest one sided crush on them during the gang's early days (+ if it started when timey and them were kiddos and they henceforth have known timey for a LONGGGG time) and was a part of the cult before they ran away after two time sacrificed azure and they meet again as reader becomes a new survivor.

Make it as angsty or as fluffy as you want,,, I leave how it goes into your creative hands despite the prompt being more angst leaning ꒰⁠⑅⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠꒱⁠˖⁠♡

Also,,, oneshot please and thank you !!! (Hcs are fine if that's what you're most comfy w lol)

Afraid your emoji didn't work so I guess you're now Block Anon- (/j) Anyways, it's a pretty cool concept so I'll have fun writing it, no doubt! I wasn't entirely sure about wether you wanted Azuretime or not but I kinda hope you did for this (ﾟヮﾟ)

For this, Reader's pronouns will be She/Her!

You were never brave enough.

It used to be a childhood crush that you never dared to voice. Your mother taught you to be sweet, soft and gentle. She wanted you to be ladylike and thought when you made friends with Azure and Two Time that you would make her proud one day by getting your chaotic energy out early and growing into a 'proper lady'.

All that to say, she failed. The two only made your chaotic energy worse and she HATED it. Not like you'd care though, she might've tried to be a mom but you saw Azure and Two Time as better 'family', in a way.

And that childhood crush only worsened as time went on, though you were scared to break the bond you three had and ultimately watched as they got together when you were all in a cult to worship the Spawn.

You were obviously supportive, not wanting to get between them and figuring you could talk to them about it at some point.

... So you thought... Until you found out Two Time had sacrificed Azure for a second life and the shock and horror of the situation made you run for the hills. You managed to escape the cult and had hoped to never see Two Time again whilst grieving for Azure, blaming yourself.

Maybe you could've done something? Maybe you should've kept a closer eye on them and warned Azure of anything odd?

You made sure to visit his grave a lot. And you always had something to decorate it with. Things you remembered he liked.

But the guilt kept eating at you, especially since you never told anyone what you saw that day. You never told anyone it was because of one of your childhood best friends that the other died...

Why? Was it some form of affection still left for them? Maybe a feeling of loyalty?

Even your therapist was unaware, only being told it was someone who was close to you at the time but you refused to speak their name.

It was like their name was laced with a poison so strong you'd die for even saying it...

So it was obviously a strange and less than welcome surprise when you suddenly found yourself in this hellish realm back with the murderer.

You were noticeably passive aggressive towards them, even if they got their second life and you were a healer among the group.

You resented them for what they did. And part of you even wished you had listened to your mother when she had tried to get you to not join the cult back then.

But what was better? Being traumatized by your best friend and building yourself a more free life from the ground up or being traumatized by your mother into basically acting like a 1950's housewife only to be handed off to the first man who shows interest in you?

Either way, Two Time tried to mend things... In their own way...

And it at least got you to be more neutral towards them! That was already a good start!

But imagine the shock when you suddenly stood in front of Azure and didn't even realize it.

You first thought it was just similarities and that your mind was simply being delusional but he recognized you again... And he did go gentle with you.

At first it was just you being spared until the very end, all whilst talking with him about how your life had been after... Well- you know-

He was actually glad when he heard all the things you'd bring to his grave. It made you both a little emotional and he had to shut up his hat more than once to let you talk.

But a certain sentinel was just a little jealous.

They didn't understand why at first but even so, they were desperately trying to mend things which all led to you getting stuck between your own best friends once more.

Just that this time, you were in the middle except of on the side. A position you'd think impossible growing up.

It was already a dream to think about one person interested in you but two? If only you knew how lucky you had gotten... In a way-

It even came to a point where you'd team up with Two Time more regularly and have your meetups with Azure when you weren't chosen for a round.

Both would try to act neutral whenever you brought the other up in a sad attempt to have them reconcile. Instead, they got jealous over each other.

And this round would be where the truth was spilled.

As you moved to heal your teammates and Two Time was fighting off Azure for them, you caught glimpses of them actually somewhat talking before attacking each other... Odd...

Eventually, you and Two Time were the last two standing and as you anxiously waited for the cooldown on your healing ability, you noticed you were being grabbed by the arms by a tentacle and... Two Time's tail...

Although confused, you had little time to ask questions before they almost perfectly synced up to ask you which of them you liked more...

eh?? EH????

It was only about 30 seconds left and they were asking you to choose between them?! WHAT-

You quickly panicked, only able to blurt out "Both!" before you were back at the survivor cabin with a face as red as a tomato and the other survivors staring at you in pure shock. Except Two Time, who seemed oddly happy with your answer.

You were quick to just grab them though and rush to the meetup spot where you'd find Azure. This would be when you could finally explain, surely!

Although your heart was nearly threatening to break your ribcage, you knew not to let this linger anymore. You didn't want history to repeat itself in cruel irony.

Azure was already there, chuckling but demanding answers for what you meant.

Inhaling sharply, you decided to explain as quickly as possible. "I had a silly childhood crush on you both that never really died and I was scared of losing my two closest friends and it somehow returned and I feel stupid an-" You shortly had a tentacle covering your mouth to get you you calm down. It smelled like flowers, oddly enough...

All the while, Two Time and Azure couldn't help but giggle, getting you even more embarrassed and soon flustered as they came to your sides for a quick hug before the tentacle moved back away for them to take turns stealing a kiss from you... Oh boy, you were definitely red now...

Seems they weren't so against the idea of a polycule...

Anything you'd like to request/ask? Check out my pinned post first and I'll be happy to write up whatever you want!

[anten-na]

Hi Hi hiii! Can we please get some mr. Tenna x reader that likes to collect old electronics, gadgets, tvs, etc. (doesn't really matter of the reader is fron the Dark or Light world)

Pretty pleeeeeease with the cherry on top 👉👈 🙏

📺: out with the new, in with the old!

hiii hiiii...!!! here’s some tenna content for all you hungry souls out there. special thanks 2 you for being ma first ask… hope this is what ya wanted! ^_^

you stopped by the dreemurrs’ place real quick just to get your game boy back, the same one kris borrowed just to play pokémon with, which they had practically begged you for. you didn’t even intend on lingering for too long, but dawn turned to dusk fairly quickly and you couldn’t exactly turn down toriel’s warm invite to stay, especially once you heard about the movie marathon. who says no to free food and tv slop entertainment? sounds like a total win!

everyone soon fell asleep, save for kris, who for some unknown reason was staring at you very intensely. you simply shrugged it off and managed to doze off anyway, though your sleep didn’t last for long, and you woke up all nauseous and dizzy, vision a hazy blur. it faded away as you became aware of the unusually soft fabric of the large purple couch beneath you, an unfamiliar feeling. there was quite literally no one else around and everything was just so off, even the colors didn’t make any sense! where the hell were you?

pushing yourself off the couch and walking forward, you were unsure if this was a lucid dream or... possibly something more? either way, the feeling left you quite uneasy. everything around you was just so... purple. you didn’t even have anything on you to check the time, just an old game boy, so old it couldn’t even do a task as simple as that.

“OH! a NEW contestant?! how FUN! why aren’t you with your little FRIENDS? i must’ve missed you!” a booming voice erupted from behind you, nearly making you jump out of your own skin & drop the game boy. wait a minute. was that kris’ tv? ...why was he actually kind of cute?

the old tv stood before you, easily towering above you. it was honestly a little scary, but his smile was strangely warm, and you had a soft spot for his... ‘type’ anyway, so you allow a small smile to show on your face

“the name’s MR. ANT TENNA! but hey, since we’re introduced now, you can just call me MR. TENNA! sounds much more FRIENDLIER, don’t you think?!” tenna spoke a little too quickly, leaning down to your level and leaning in just a bit too close. he was definitely a friendly & enthusiastic host, wasn’t he?

tenna’s attention shifts to the game boy in your hand, his usual energy dying down for just a moment, staring as if in a trance. then he suddenly perks up, pointing in disbelief with a huge grin.

“WELL color me SURPRISED! i haven’t seen one of those in AGES! what was it called again? a GAME BOY, right!? OH, now that takes me BACK!” tenna let out an amused laugh, clutching his chest as it left him, wiping a fake tear.

you gave a shy smile and nod, holding it up for him to see, which only seemed to excite him even more. “i’ve got a lot more back home, a bunch of old electronics and stuff... just like you!” a playful giggle escapes your lips, watching tenna dramatically clutch his chest in response, feigning full offense.

“OLD!? how could you say THAT? i’m just... DELIGHTFULLY VINTAGE!” tenna pretended to fix his tie, momentarily forgetting about the other 3 contestants he’s left hanging... oh well, they could keep themselves entertained. the host let out a deep sigh, like the kind that comes after a good laugh, and spoke up. “it’s REFRESHING to know that vintage things… like myself, are still LOVED by some, because it TOTALLY feels like they’re not!” tenna crossed his arms, a hint of insecurity seeping through his words.

you awkwardly rub the back of your neck, feeling a bit sorry for him. “well don’t worry. no matter how old a model is, i think they’re all pretty neat and deserve at least some attention...” you mumble, unsure whether or not it was the proper thing to say. tenna paused, staring at you blankly for a small moment. then out of nowhere he suddenly hoists you up, hands beneath your arms.

“you are just SO SWEET, aren’t you? you MIGHT just be my FAVORITE contestant yet!” tenna beamed, setting you down after noticing your shocked expression. he let out a shy ‘hehe,’ screen comedically glowing a soft pink. “please do forgive me! i just can’t help it, with all the EXCITEMENT! you’re going to have so much FUN, i PROMISE!” tenna enthusiastically cheers, raising his hands up in the air for some extra emphasis.

you let out a soft chuckle, wondering what he really meant... and if you’re able to keep him.

[davrinsleftpectoral]

A Word With Thursday Bangers

Did I combine both games into one piece? Yes I did. It just worked out, okay? Thank you @hedwigoprah and @woundedsoul12 for such fun prompt games. I hope I made it fluffy enough to counter the angsty bangers. Longing is still fluff right? lol. 

Rules for a word with friends: Use the challenge word to write a sentence or scene and then tag a few friends. Happy writing! 

This Week's word is Avarice (noun)

Excessive or inordinate desire of gain; greed for wealth

Inordinate desire for some supposed good.

Rules for your Copy and Paste: Free form a blurb or drawing based on the weekly lyrics prompt. It doesn't have to include the prompt just whatever you're inspired to write, write it! Then tag some friends so they can play as well. It doesn't have to be finished on Thursday just post it whenever you can (you have a whole week between Thursdays). 

Baby I'm so into you

Darling, if you only knew

All the things that flow through my mind - Fantasy Mariah Carey

I knew this song and I remember listening to it a lot on the radio back in the day. I was 12 when it came out 😭😂 

Also making an appearance is Xiqaa, @genjyoandgojyoandhakkai rook. I hope I did them justice, it was fun to have them show up. 

Just under 1400 words under the cut. Only posted here for now but it’s the start of chapter 3 of Welcome to Nug E Cheese.

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Turvi was putting his breakfast dishes into the sink as Taash walked into the kitchen.

“You ate? You gonna come work out with me?” They asked. 

“Sorry not today. I was getting ready to head out,” he replied. 

“That’s the second time this week you missed the gym. Those arms are gonna shrivel up you know,” Taash said as they raised their eyebrows accusingly. 

“I know, I know,” he said, waving them off. “I’ll get back on track tomorrow. I just have some things I need to do before work. And I want to walk, clear my head. I’ll see you there.”

Taash tipped their chin up at him and went about making their typical pre workout drink.

Turvi tossed his sling bag over one shoulder, slipped on his favorite purple crocs, and headed out into the city. 

Once he was out of the apartment building, he was not greeted with a sunny day, but at least it was not a rainy one. A dry day in Dock Town was a good one. Turvi had left early because he wanted to go to the Starbeaks Coffee shop and they often had a line that could wind outside of the building if you got there too late. Starbeaks was a little too pricey, just another sign of the corporate avarice that was grinding the people of Dock Town into the ground. But it was the only shop he knew of that sold the kind of muffin he wanted. 

Turvi was pleased to find that the line was thankfully short when he entered the shop. He looked over the menu above the counter as he waited, and he felt a little sick when he saw the prices. Even though he wished he could come in to buy things regularly, this treat was going to have to be more rare than he’d originally hoped. He’d figure out where in his budget he’d take the money from later. 

When Turvi reached the front of the line he was surprised to see Xiqaa, an old friend from when they worked together at The Gull and Lantern pub before it closed down. 

“Hey!” He exclaimed happily. “I didn’t know you worked here now.” 

“Turvi!” She yelled, purple curls bouncing  as she reached across the counter looking like she was going in for a hug, but instead put him into a headlock and noogied him. “What the fuck are you doing in here? You can’t afford this shit,” she laughed good naturedly. 

Turvi laughed along with his friend. “You’re right I can’t. But it’s a gift for a friend, to celebrate a special occasion,” he explained. 

“Friend huh?” She asked, dragging out the word friend and raising her eyebrows suspiciously. They didn’t see each other often but she did know him well. 

“Yes, friend,” he replied, with extra emphasis on the d. He couldn’t stop grinning though, so he knew she wouldn’t believe him. 

“Right…” She leaned across the counter again and lowered her voice. “Well, since this is for your friend, I’m giving you the family discount. Just don’t tell anyone I did.”

“You’re the best Xiqaa.”

“You’re fucking right I am. Now what do you want?” 

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Turvi carried the large black coffee and pastry bag as he continued down the street, humming along with the music he was listening to in his earbuds. He found the bench he wanted, and settled himself down to wait. Because of wanting to avoid the rush, he had ended up here exceptionally early. He sat back to people watch as they rushed off to work. Turvi cradled the warm pastry bag, and realized it felt heavier than he expected for a single muffin. He opened the bag to look inside and found a croissant tucked in with it. Good old Xiqaa, always looking out for him. He dug into the bread and waited.

He’d only barely finished the croissant when a bus pulled up to the stop. He wasn’t really paying much attention since it was still early when he heard the familiar clinking of Neve’s prosthetic as she exited the public transport. She walked up and stood in front of him, waiting for the rest of the crowd to disperse. 

“Well, look who is out and about early. What are you doing here Rook?” She asked affably.

“Hi Neve,” he smiled brightly up at her. “I was actually waiting for you.”

“Really? What for? The store doesn’t open for another couple of hours.” She cocked her head at him quizzically.

“I wanted to bring you this,” he said, holding up the coffee and pastry bag.

Neve’s face lit up as she said, “Really? It’s not even my birthday.” She sat down on the bench beside him and accepted the offering.

“I thought we should celebrate getting the regular booking from Doctor Hot Pants. It’s a big deal,” he said.

“It’s a bit early to celebrate, don’t you think? We’ve still got a long way to go to keep the store open,” she countered.

“No way. Every little bit helps, and you should celebrate the small stuff, give you something to be happy about. It’s still early, but we’ll keep this momentum going, and the store is sure to be kept open.”

“Well that’s some determined sunshine. And a bit of a fantasy, I’m afraid. This is Dock Town after all. Seems like this city is out to sabotage itself, sometimes.”

“No, none of that this morning. We’re celebrating, Neve. Now open the bag,” he encouraged.

“All right,” she acquiesced. She unfolded the top and peered inside. “A muffin?” She asked. Turvi nodded, not saying anything more. Neve drew her eyebrows together and pulled the muffin out. She lifted it to her face and inhaled deeply. “Gooseberry, my favorite?” Turvi stayed silent, simply smiling at her, basking in her surprise. “Where did you get his? Only Starbeaks makes them regularly and they sell out quickly. And how could you afford this? I can’t take this, it’s too much,” she said in a rush as she started to try to hand the muffin back to Turvi.

He wrapped his hands around both of hers and gently pushed the muffin back towards her, but didn’t move his hands away. “No Neve. You work so hard for your employees, the store, and for Dock Town. You deserve to be celebrated too,” he explained. She rolled her eyes and shook her head but gave in and pulled the muffin back to her lap. Turvi let her hands slip from his, missing their shared warmth immediately. There was nothing he wouldn’t give to be able to reach out and hold her hands whenever he wanted. He ached with it, deep in his soul. But for now, a moment shared over a muffin on a bench by the bus stop would have to do. 

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Tossing out no pressure tags for @serensama @jenn2d2 @blackwall-my-tiny-husband @notyourmamasdeerbat @chaosherald @seaglassmelody @thedissonantverses @biowaredisasterbisexual

[traiaadd156]

ANGST POST BC I WANT TOO!

Plot/summary; teen pregnancy and damian leaving you to go back to the league, you never got to see him again until he found you.

Warning!; angst, teenage pregnancy, self harm, suicidal thoughts, ed, post partum, femReader!, surprise in the end!!!

It wasnt supposed to end up like this.. it feels like forever as you gaze into Odette's eyes, a soft hum leaving your lips rubbing your toddlers side lulling her.

You wished it would have been different.

She was a happy child, the more she grew the more alike she was to her father as she grew, a salt rubbing to your wound whenever you looked at her. But how could you hate her? It never seems to occur that she loves just like him.

Letters you had wrote and sent and none coming back from you, it felt so sudden and quickly. She lay in your arms whilst continuing to hum, she always liked it whenever you did hum even in her sleep. She says its like a cat purring.

She was your everything.

Her soft raven hair brushing against her softly tanned skin, she has your nose and lips. Holding your hand in hers, she always seem to not want to let go. Her chubby hands holding you whist she slept, she was afraid you'd leave again to do your work.

Its not easy.

She would always seem to cry at the slightest thing, but was the most happiest girl. In school she was called delight, her friends call her delila, but in your arms she was odette. She plays with her friends till dusk and how her figure walks back to your dirty apartment, the light from the sun shining behind her while she did. She was like an angel, your angel.

Mother why do you do that to yourself? She had thought many times, Im trying to help you and make you happy. You're the only one I have left mama. She would say under her breath whilst nuzzling in the bed with you, why does mama always look so sad? Even when you smile I dont think its true...

She used to mutter a lot to herself, when she thinks Im still in school. Mama? Why do you always hide your legs? I always bleach in the bathroom and something rotting.

I rarely see mama eat now, she says she is fine. Her body grew frail by the years. Hmph, she is always lying about how you were a big girl now. Your far from it! She can still lift you, she can still be with you.. you werent going to leave.

Mama was happy, I was happy. We went to the amusement park this week and the next is we went to a big house.

An old strange man who called himself 'uncle grayson', well you didnt know what that meant but it was really fun. But it was a little scary when you werent around mama, but I know you would always come back.

That always keeps me smiling like you, now Im writing this letter. I hope you can visit me soon:⁠-⁠) luv odette—

Uncle said that you had me very young, I didnt understand why and how papa didnt know. I never knew that, and how he was a cool ninja but then when he tucked me into bed I heard his phone ring.

I dont think much of it since I was tired.

Papa was so happy to see me, he also remembered my birthday which was today. We went out buying decorations and cake and went back to mamas house.

He watched as little oddet went in, in this cramped dirty apartment; there was rarely any furniture or color but there were duck tapped drawings of hers. A soft smile on his lips gazing at the drawings, she clearly had a talent for drawing just like her dad.

But then he heard her say; "please mama get down!" Her broken cry let out.

Both your laugh echoes in these halls, the small room where you both lived. And how the she wept and wailed tugging at your feet, how your limp body swung and the rope really was strong, you knew it was better the braid it.

Her hands clutching your soft ankles sobbing and crying, oh my dear odette. I wish he took you away, my dearest Odette I'm sorry for letting you live a life you never asked, I'm sorry. But I'll be there, but I won't be able to hold your hand anymore. I'm sorry odette I can't make it to your birthday.

The letter he held whilst reading, damians expression blank as he looked up at you. You covered your face with a face mask to hide the swell of your mouth probably, or cover the blueishness of your face.

"mama please dont leave me."

Her sobs continued, only if you were alive you'd want to comfort her like you always did. It was okay to cry, she soon turned to her father before asking.

"papa help her!" She stressed whilst looking back at his blank indifference, with a soft tone he soon spoke.

"mommies just asleep, I promise you she will wake up."

The girl shook her head as damian wondered, this girl has seen death and death already took your soul. How would odette know? He wondered before gently pulling her away from you, her reluctance easing a bit at his reassurance.

He wondered, why did it had to be like this? He was no heartless man, he cant let his child live to see the blue face of her mothers corpse.

"its going to be alright my dear." He tried to lull, gently patting her head as she cried her little heart out. She wasnt even tall enough to reach the upper cabinet, but one thing she will always remember is your skinny body and how it looked, limp and cool to her warm touch and her nubby fingers clinging onto it.

Damian wasnt a man to let things go, and neither were you. He didnt mean to abandon you, you sounded so sure you'll be fine alone. You always were such a fucking liar.

But I will miss you, but I will never let you go. I'll make it up when you wake up.

He tried to comfort her but failed miserably, but he knew one thing was sure to be pointed out.

This is the worst birthday ever.

Kinda short but I just wanted to write it down bc I cant help it.

[sturnboos]

Can you do people watching by Conan gray as a fic please the ones I have seen don’t capture the song right

[☕️] People Watching

A/N: I’ll be honest I’ve NEVER heard this song but I googled the lyrics and I think I capture it good enough??

The coffee shop smells like burnt espresso and caramel syrup that sticky-sweet kind that clings to your jacket long after you leave.You sit near the window, pretending to read a book you've flipped open to the same page five times but you’re not here for the book.

You're here for them.

Chris is laughing again that laugh that always starts in his chest and spills out, soft at first, then louder when he’s around her. She's sitting across from him, half a muffin in one hand, the other twisting that silver ring she always wears. It's not an engagement ring. They always make that clear. “It’s just for fun”

But you’ve seen the way she looks at him and worse you’ve seen the way he looks back. “You’re doing that thing again,” a voice says, and your stomach drops. It’s Chris. You hadn’t noticed him leave her side. Now he’s standing right in front of you, two to-go cups in his hands and an eyebrow raised like he caught you red-handed.

You blink. “What thing?”

“That thing where you stare at people and forget to blink.”

You let out a dry laugh, flipping the book shut. “It’s called people watching. It’s a hobby.” Chris slides into the seat across from you. Just like that like he hasn’t been the center of every imaginary scenario you’ve built in your head for the last year.

“Thought you said it was creepy when strangers did it,” he teases, nudging one of the cups toward you.

You look at it.

Your favorite drink, Your favorite guy friend, but he’s still not yours.

“I make exceptions for friends” you mumble, wrapping your fingers around the cup.

He grins. “So I’m just a friend now?”

You give him a look. “You’re someone’s boyfriend, Chris.”

He doesn’t flinch, but the grin fades just a bit.

“She’s great, y’know?” he says. “Smart. Funny. The kind of girl who remembers I hate sprinkles on donuts and always keeps extra socks in her glovebox.”

You nod, throat tight.

“I know,” you say softly. “You’re lucky.”

He studies you for a second too long. You feel the air shift like he’s about to say something he shouldn’t. Instead, he leans back in the booth and says, “I like talking to you. Always have.”

“Even when I’m weird and overly observant?”

“Especially then.”

Silence settles between you. Comfortable, almost but it hurts anyway.

“I had a dream last week,” you blurt, surprising even yourself. “About a house with a white fence. I think there was a dog.”

Chris chuckles. “Was I there?”

You don’t answer. After a beat, he taps the lid of his coffee, eyes focused on the swirl of whipped cream through the clear dome. “I think you’ll find it someday,” he says. “That kind of love. Big and stupid and real.”

You want to believe him. You really do but you’ve spent your whole life cutting people out like tags on new clothes afraid they’ll itch, afraid they’ll stay, afraid you’ll get used to them.

You look out the window again. They're still there his girlfriend, now typing something on her phone, lips curved into a soft smile. Probably waiting for him to come back. You finish your drink and stand.

“You should get back to her,” you say gently.

Chris watches you for a moment. Then he nods. “Yeah.”

But just as you turn to leave, his voice stops you.

“Hey… I hope when it happens for you,” he says, “it’s not something you just watch from across the room.”

You smile “Me too.” And with that, you walk out. Back into the street. Back into your quiet life.


Still hoping, Still healing, Still only people watching.

dividers by @bernardsbendystraws

tags: @blushsturns @riasturns @iloveduckssm @chrissbxby @sturnobessed @kayskreativeideas @tits4matt @mattsfavho @sturniolobananas1 @courta13 @alexisa78 @chrisissos3xy @sturnobessed @mattschelseaa @norahsturns @dolliraez @jibitzlesscrocs @oopsiedaisydeer @gemzyy @sturniolofruitloop @mattschelseaa @hesvoid34 @phone4pills @spaghettislut1 @sturnslux3 @phone4pills @owenstar @luvsturns @nickssidewitch @ariieeesworld @sugarraez

[librivore42]

Well now that I've been fully victimized by Luxson (Samux????? what is the ship name there lmao) I obviously need to up the ante: for Lux x Samson "to drink together after a shared traumatic experience" from the comfort prompts?? 👀

I went a little off-base with this prompt, because there's no shared traumatic experience except possibly Just Existing In the Gallows lmao. But when the muse hits you, you must comply! Drinking and trauma ARE included! For @thedasweekend

Words: 1462

Characters: Raleigh Samson, Lux

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"Ser Samson."

He didn't even need to look up to know who that flat voice belonged to.

"Ser Lux," he said sardonically, shooting one of his more charming smiles up at her as he took a slow pull of his drink. "Am I late for patrol?"

Lux blinked down at him slowly, pale lashes flickering as they caught the light.

"No."

Eloquent as always. Still, she didn't really need to string more than a few words together, with a sweet face like that. Shame she stood like a parade instructor and stared at you like a damn Chantry statue trying to pick out your worst sin. Not that Samson cared about hiding them if she could spot them, they added character.

She could do with a little more knowledge of sin. Might make her less serious all the time.

The charming smile still didn't crack her as she tried to grapple with the rest of what she clearly wanted to say.

"I. Need advice. If I am not. Bothering you?"

"Advice?" he said, leaning back in his chair and propping a boot against the leg of the table, eyebrows high. "Didn't think you'd come to me."

Sure, she wasn't spoiled for choice when it came to people who'd talk to her, but the two of them weren't exactly friends. "What's the matter, was Thrask too busy for you today?"

The older man had taken to Lux like he was desperate for a daughter, and she as if she'd never had a father before. She seemed to go to him for everything, tagging at his heels as guilelessly as a newborn pup under all that armour and training. Samson was surprised Thrask hadn't warned her away from him, if he was being perfectly honest. And yet here she was, awkwardly hovering in his space as if he had 'advisor' painted across his forehead.

Her eyes flicked away self-consciously at the question, and a sudden grin split his face. "Oh? Something you don't want to talk to daddy about?"

A baffled blink. He buried a snort of laughter into his empty glass and waved at her to sit. "Thrask," he clarified. "I mean Thrask."

"Oh. No, it is. Not like that," she said uncertainly, settling herself with that ridiculously straight-backed posture.

"Aw, and here I was hoping you'd gotten interesting," he said with a grin. "Something salacious you don't want to disappoint him with."

There was the crack, his best one yet if he did say so himself. She gave him a startled blink, redness speeding over her face as she caught onto the extremely obvious implication. "No I. That isn't. I."

"Relax," he said, amused at the way her shoulders deflated in some relief. "Drink?"

"I… do not. Find it pleasant."

"'Course you don't." Did she do anything that was even remotely fun? He just shrugged it aside. "So it's boring, big surprise. Hit me with you problem."

"It is nothing bad."

"I figured."

"It is just not something… Ser Thrask can help me with. But you are good. At talking to people."

It was just as well he'd finished his drink, or it would have ended up on the table as he let out a sharp, surprised laugh.

"You're coming to me for people skills?"

She nodded so earnestly, and the weirdest part was that it made complete, logical sense. Samson was very good at being personable, at reading the room and giving people what they wanted to hear. And he was pretty sure none of that was going to be in her wheelhouse.

"Not sure how much I can help you either," he mused, kicking back further as he folded his arms. "You're not the type. Too straightforward. Too blunt."

Too earnest, easier to read than a signpost. Still, with how much she faded into the background, he was sure she heard a lot more than anyone realised. And she had a terrifying memory, knowing everyone's rotations and duties, where anyone was likely to be at any given time. That could be useful, if she was grateful.

He had always been hard to read, harder to pin down. Always knowing which way the wind blew, who to please, where to give his best salutes.

Ironic, then, that he was the one who ended up in the gutter. And today, with the gutter being a particularly shitty place to be, he wondered again if the Maker had just had it out for him.

The lyrium had burned so many empty spaces inside him that only it could fill. But when he couldn't afford it, and the emptiness grew too much, he tried and failed to fill those spaces with the worst alcohol he could find, the kind that could strip paint and made thinking an optional activity.

"Samson?"

He still didn't need to look up to know who that flat voice belonged to.

The loss of the Ser shouldn't have rankled him so much at this point, but all his wounds felt raw and fresh, and he bared his teeth at her as she knelt carefully, like approaching a feral dog on the street.

He might as well have been one, the way he growled and swiped a clumsy arm at her, which she simply caught and used to lever him to his feet. He glared blearily at her left ear so he wouldn't have to look in her eyes and find an expression of pity or disdain, which he'd quite had his fill of from his old Order brothers and sisters.

"Where is your home?"

"Get off," he said instead, not enough power in his soaked and heavy limbs to push her away as he wanted. Grateful and incensed in equal measure that she did not comply.

"Where is your home?" she repeated, infuriatingly calm, until he had no choice but to let her manhandle him towards what could barely, charitably, be called a hovel, shouldering the door open to manoeuvre him inside.

"Sit anywhere," he said airly, gesturing broadly to the one single chair as he sagged against her. She knelt a fraction, shifting to stop him from smacking his face directly into her pauldron, and he ended up in the crook of her neck. Freezing so suddenly that she stumbled as her forward moment to the bed was arrested.

"Samson?"

"You stink of it," he said into her neck, and he could see the baffled blinking in his memory without having to even look at her face. "The lyrium."

"Oh."

That made no sense, but he was a few days too far and a few bottles too deep, and wasn't interested in making sense. He could swear she smelled of it, her skin humming with promise like a bottle of top shelf booze he wanted desperately to crack open, to tear the cork off with his teeth and just drain it dry.

"You need to rest."

"I need my life back. Or Meredith to fall into the sea."

"I. I am sorry, Samson," she said, her voice gentle, careful as she all but carried him to the bed and pushed him into it. More personable than he'd ever remembered it being. "If you wish. I can try to find you a job?"

"I have a job," he pointed out as she knelt to take off his boots, leaning in to try and see if her hair smelled like lyrium too. "It's just been hard times."

She looked up at him then, her eyes deadly serious, and he quickly pulled his face back before they smacked into each other.

"Samson."

"Don't Samson me."

"… Raleigh?"

"That's not…" he laughed despite himself, exhausted and exasperated, and fell sideways onto the bed. "Go away."

"But—"

"You've done your charitable duty, Ser Lux. They should give you a medal."

"That is not why I— I want to help."

He sucked a breath through his teeth, pretending to consider. "Not sure how much you can help me. You're not the type."

"The type?"

"The type that's good company for a cold bed and a lonely night." He arched his eyebrows. "Unless you've done a lot more than just learn to talk since I was last in the Gallows."

He missed, he realised, the satisfaction of seeing her redden as he hit on an implication that was obvious enough that even she couldn't miss it.

"No."

"Thought not. So what, you're just going to sit here? Make sure I don't go walking off the docks, or swallow my tongue in a drunken fit in the night?"

She nodded earnestly, all soft blonde hair and big eyes and lyrium smell, and duty and responsibility and not the slightest interest.

"Yes."

Andraste's burning backside, this night was going to kill him if the alcohol didn't do it first.

[magnolia-sunrise]

two years after their violent meeting, Wolfgang decides to seek out the man who saved their life - hopefully to make a better second impression 🚬 (shoutout to mintt and julien for proofreading and feedback!)

[littleoddwriter]

So many people -- especially cis men -- not understanding why Elisabeth takes the Substance in the first place, and then continues to take it, despite Sue destroying her/them, is really frustrating for me to see.

Listen. If you make a video essay or write an analysis or whatever, but you don't understand possibly the most important theme of the entire movie, then maybe... do more research first and don't just continue to say everything about said theme is "stupid" because you fail to understand it. That is stupid.

Elisabeth is plagued by intense self-hatred that's been fuelled and made worse by outside forces; i.e. comments made about her age, body, importance, and worth -- and how all of that depends on her being young and sexy; but also just the general misogyny in our society and the industry she works in. People, who have been assigned female at birth, are confronted with that kind of misogyny from day one, essentially.

And Elisabeth is so desparate in the movie, so full of raging hatred toward her own ageing body that she'd do absolutely anything to "go back" and continue to live the life she's known best and felt "most comfortable (worthy)" with. Thus, the Substance is the very real chance she gets to do that with. It works well at first, until "Sue" becomes too greedy, for the lack of a better word.

Here's the thing where most people get confused, despite how much the movie emphasises it.

Elisabeth and Sue are one. They are still the same person, simply split into two bodies, but with one singular consciousness, which basically goes from one body to the other week after week. They both experience the same things every week, but are so dissociated from the "other self" that to some people it may seem like they aren't actually the same person, because Sue often doesn't seem to remember exactly what Elisabeth did during her week, and vice versa.

To me, that's not as confusing because I deal with dissociation myself, and my understanding of it here would be that Elisabeth's self-hatred forces this kind of dissociation between her true self and Sue, who is the perfect version of herself. She's so focused on Sue being perfect and better than her "true self" that they've become different people in her mind.

In her own mind, she can't associate Sue with herself, with Elisabeth, because she -- as Elisabeth -- is nothing like Sue (anymore) and could never be her. Elisabeth, now, only exists to further Sue. To keep Sue alive and successful and living her dream, Elisabeth needs to exist. But that's all the purpose she really has now. Of course, yes, she tried to actually live a normal life as Elisabeth in the beginning, but she was unhappy and couldn't do it because this self-hatred had gotten the best of her. All the time, she could only anticipate to be Sue again and continue to live her "true life".

This kind of self-hatred is incredibly vicious. Every chance Elisabeth had to go back to being just her, she couldn't take it. Even when she ended up terminating Sue, she regretted it and tried to reverse it, which ended in her death.

Self-hatred is not logical, and it can and does alter somebody's perception of themselves and the world around them so much that it can and does result in that person's death, be that figurative or literal. Unless, of course, that person gets the help they need. But for that, they'd have to actually admit that something is "wrong", and also be ready to change things.

I think it says a lot about how necessary a movie like this is when so many people misunderstand it, despite being so obvious with everything it's trying to say. A lot of people have complained about The Substance not being a subtle movie, yet at the same time, those people are most often the ones, who question Elisabeth's motivations and don't understand the most important theme of the movie -- self-hatred.

[aquacomet]

Happy birthday to @nikolliver! Hope you're having a great day and are able to eat and/or do something you enjoy today!

Doodled up this silly of Sunito and Moonito from Nico's DCA KinitoPET AU for the occasion. Birthday chomp upon you!

[queeraak]

this really was our the hundred line: last defense academy (actual thoughts in tags with implied but minimal spoilers)

[oopsallmabari]

....why are the youtube comments so mad lol don't y'all like to have fun. don't we like to have fun here

[smallblueandloud]

trying my damnedest to train pinterest to show me fatshion and it's KINDA working!!

i would really love to get into fashion but i'd also like to be sustainable about it and i have very little faith in my ability to find good pieces for my body in thrift stores. in fairness there aren't good pieces for me when buying new, either, since the fashion industry just kinda generally doesn't want me to feel good about how i look. but i am GOING TO FEEL GOOD ANYWAY!! i wanna get into the habit of thrifting more often so i know what to look for. and i also wanna look for sustainable fat-positive brands that sell the kind of clothing i want to wear because, like, i don't have a ton of money right now but i can start saving probably?