#I normally have to spend like a week before playing games like this just drawing my character lol but this cc is so good I don’t gotta

[hobbithoes]

about to have the LONGEST day at work ever, bf is downloading baldurs gate 3 and I can play tonight 😁😁😁😁

[cvntluver444]

7 mins in heaven w ellie😇😇😇😇

thank you so much for your request and your support love!! <3

✞ 7 minutes ✞

✿ summary : the request!

✿ warnings : smut minors/men (boys) dni, puss rubbing, dirtyy talk, shy reader, sweet ellie, ellie teaching reader, reader is in closest!!!!!!, mentions of reader in str@ight relationship, almost getting caught!, if i missed any lmk pls!

✿ a/n : thank you for supporting my works as always! this is not my best work bc i used all my creative brain juice on my last fic so i am so sorry! unfortunately, i am headed back to school this weekend so my writing is going to slow down, but i'm not stopping don't worry babies. im hoping to put out 2-3 fics a week still!!!! keep sending in those requests! I have one more to work on, so to the anon who requested it its coming i promise my love!!!!

ALSO i did kind of make this a personal fic im so sorry LMAO basically i just explain how when i finally realized i was gay YAYAYA !!!!!!! but yeah warning again the reader in this is based on me so it is like finding out you're into girls later on kind of thing so if this is something you're not interested in feel free to skip! I hope you like it lucy!!! (idk if that's your real name im just going to call u that teehee) i love you all so much! muah

✿ as always, please remember to keep spreading information on and support Palestine!!

daily click

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you anxiously played with your fingers as the last of the party guest gathered around the huge circle. your friends and you decided to spend your saturday night at one of your classmates party, resulting in you now dreading your turn in the 'truth or dare' game.

"you okay?" you turn your head to your left as your eyes land on your friend, who clearly could pick up on how nervous you looked.

"yeah i'm fine," you tell her. "just hope i don't have to do anything stupid or embarrassing. she laughs at your comment.

"don't worry, i doubt you'll even get picked. there's a lot of people here and were all drunk so, who cares!'. her shouts fills the room, drawing a couple eyes toward the two of you. you giggle and hide your face, trying to tell her to keep it down. in the midst of shushing her, your eyes graze the room, watching people roll their eyes at her behavior. but your eyes catch someone else's and you freeze.

ellie williams

she sends you a soft smile, a dark look in her eyes. you gulp and look away quickly. god, she was so hot you thought. you hope she couldn't how flustered she made you. you hope no one could. your whole life, you've always had no problems catching boys' attention. you could have a whoever, whenever, but with this luxury came its flaw. you never actually liked the boys you went out with, you just loved being loved, being in a relationship. you never understood why you felt that way, but just continued on normally, not giving yourself a chance to actually explore more about yourself. but when you first met ellie freshmen year, the feelings finally became visible, especially after finding out she was also into girls; however, you were still not sure if she felt the same. This caused you to once again burry your feelings and close yourself up. You were too scared, and way too sober to even try to talk to ellie.

suddenly, a loud voice can be heard yelling throughout the house. "truth or dare starting now in living room," on boy shouted. your palms became sweaty and you prayed that everyone would pick up on your uncomfortableness and just leave you alone. as always though, the world likes to work in funny ways, and you feel a large presence sit next to you and tap you on the shoulder.

"hey," the boy smiles, "cool if i sit here?" you just give me a simple nod of your head and continue your attention elsewhere, your thoughts interrupted once again. "you look good tonight, by the way". you turn back around, and give him a quiet thanks, and before he could respond, everyone around you begins to pick who will go first for the game.

after three or four people went, you began to grow annoyed. the man next to you could not take the hint, and you were the only person here not having a good time.

"alright williams," the room cheers silently, "truth or dare". your attention is now fully on ellie. she stares up at her friend who just picked on her, small smirk on her face as she answers with a confident dare. "hmmm," her friend hums out loud, looking around the room. you swear you see their eyes stop on yours for a second, before they get an idea. "i dare you to do 7 minutes in heaven," they pause and the room is filled with oooo's. your heart drops a bit. "a person of your choosing." now everyone was going crazy. everyone knew ellie was gay, and everyone knew she made every girl gay, so it was a pretty heavy dare.

ellie smiles up at her friend, sage you think their name is, before she slowly starts scanning the room. you quickly look down, hoping that your avoided eye contact would make you more invisible. your only focus now was watching your fidgeting fingers and giving back half asses answers to the man beside you who still will not shut up.

you hear ellie suck in her breathe before she slowly gets up from the ground. all you wanted to do in this moment was sink into the ground, not sure how you were going to handle seeing ellie pick another girl that isn't you and go fuck her in the closet. too deep in your thoughts, you don't hear the air leave your friends lungs as a certain someone stalks towards you. you only know ellie is right in front of you once you see the beat up sneakers sneak right under your vision.

your eyes widen and you cant breathe. there has to be someone behind you right? no, she could not pick you. in fear that you would be disappointed when looking up, you keep your head down, telling yourself that you're just-

your friend next to you quietly says your name, excitement laced in her voice. she was the only one you told, the only one you could trust with something so personal to you, so to say she was absolutely ecstatic to see ellie pick her best friend, well that was an understatement.

after your quick reality check, your line of vision trails from the top of her feet, all the way to her line of vision, where you see hear towering over you, smirk on her face. you felt like you were going to throw up.

"wanna come with me?" she asks you, that little smile never leaving her face. you look around the room, everyone in just as much shock as you. you look back at ellie, and without thinking twice, you nod your head yes.

she grabs her hand out for you to take, and you two make your way into the closet in between the living room and kitchen, but not before ellie yells something along the lines of keep yourselves busy, and don't be pervs. you feel like you're dreaming, you can't believe ellie williams picked you. but suddenly, you're brought back into reality when she closes the closet and turns on her phone flashlight.

"so," she begins, "how's your night been." you now grow extremely insecure at how little you've been talking to her, not knowing exactly what to do next considering you've never been with a girl.

"oh uh," you begin, "it's been okay. what about yours?" stupid stupid stupid.

"pretty good. saw that guy talking to you. you looked uncomfortable so thought i would save you." she gives a light giggle, but your heart drops and you look at her with sad eyes.

"oh uh yeah haha thanks," you attempt to say, sadness clearly laced in your voice. ellie picks up on it.

"are you okay? did he do anything?" she asks you, coming closer, concern reading all over her face. you blush at how much she cares about you.

"no, no, he didn't do anything, just was annoying," you let out a breathy laugh. "i guess i just thought that we were gonna, ya know, since you picked me, um, never mind this is stupid." your cheeks are now red with embarrassment, and ellies face softens at your rambling.

"aw, no sweetie. just because i picked you doesn't mean we have to do anything. i know you're not into girls." she gives you a friendly tap on the shoulder. ouch. your heart has now sank completely, and you slowly go to reach for the closet door handle. ellie looks confused, before she panics and grabs your hand.

"where are you going? it hasnt been 7 minutes yet sweetheart," she asks you.

"i was just gonna go back. kinda boring just doing nothing here." you tell her sadly.

"well, what do you want to do?" she still hasn't caught on? at this point, you feel like you will never get another chance again. with your ego still a little boosted that she chose you, you answer her.

"i wanna kiss you, ellie," you tell her. she freezes in the spot she's in before she slowly relaxes and relief washes over her face.

"i wanna kiss you too." she tells you. you look up at her, hope in your eyes, and she slowly grabs yours chin with her fingers and pulls you towards her. your lips meet and you both slowly start to make out. now you know why it was called 7 minutes in heaven. pleasure rushed through your body, and you instantly melted into the kiss. it was the first time you actually felt something when kissing someone, and in the bliss of this new feeling, you now put your arms around her shoulders.

the kiss deepens and turns more sinful as ellies hands now trail down to your ass and give it a light squeeze. you moan into her mouth and she groans back in response. her hands now start exploring your body, covering every inch of you until they make their way down towards your loose jeans. you quickly pull away, feeling like a complete virgin even though this kind of stuff is nothing new to you.

"woah, hey, you okay? we can stop if you want," ellie tells you, scared that she may have gone too far.

"no ellie its not you, its just," you try to find the right words. "i've never actually been with a girl before." you tell her, shame written all over your features. she lightly grabs your face once more as she gives you another passionate kiss.

"im happy to help you through it, and if you ever want me to stop, you just tell me." she explains, leaving light kisses all over you exposed next and chest. you moan out as you give her your permission to continue. her lips find her way back to yours, taking control of the kiss. in between each breath, she made sure to tell you how beautiful you were, and how much she had been dreaming of this. you return the compliments, gasping when ellie now picks you up and leans you down on the closet floor.

now on top, she puts all her weight on her elbow, as the other one trails down from your chest, then your stomach, to finally the place where you needed her the most. still kissing you, her fingers undo your buttons. once your jeans were shoved down, and your panties moved to the side, ellie breaks the kiss.

you whine from the loss of contact, and she shushes you. "is it ok if i touch you?" she asks you politely.

"yes, ellie. please touch me," you beg her. "want you so bad." her lips suddenly reconnect with yours, and her fingers start rubbing light circles on your clit. you moan as she teases you, never feeling this way with any guy you've ever been with.

"you make the prettiest noises," she tells you, nipping at your lips. "fuck, and you're so wet too." her talking alone brings you even closer to your high, another new feeling.

you feel her fingers now trail down and tease your entrance, making the most sinful sound. she bites her lips, then starts pumping two fingers inside of you.

your eyes now roll to the back of your head and ellie falls to your side, the new position allowing her to finger you even faster. your head leans into her shoulder, and tears brim in your eyes from how good shes making you feel.

"faster, please," you beg, now staring into her eyes. the innocent look on your face causes her pussy the clench.

"yeah baby? you want me to go faster?" she teases you. "ill do anything for you beautiful." that was enough to send you over the edge, and you start to shake and she speeds up her motions.

"els" is all you can get out, but she knows exactly what you're trying to say, telling you to let go and cum all over her fingers.

and you're about to, until you hear yelling outside the closest door, and people are banging on your door, telling you seven minutes has passed.

you and ellie groan, and you're about to scream out of frustration, before ellies low voice cuts you off.

"i want you to get dressed and meet me outside my car, we can finish this at me." she tells you, a loving look on her face. you giggle and give her a quick peck, before jumping up and putting on your clothes.

you two come out of the closet, rushing towards the front door, completely ignoring all your friends and strangers random questions flying your way.

"where are they going?"

"are they holding hands?"

"do you think they did anything?"

"they so fucked."

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✿ a/n: heh, they came out the closet. anyways, like i said, very personalized im sorry i hit my penjamin and im in my feels but i really hope you guys liked it! my requests are still open! love you all so much and don't forget to follow because i post frequently!! <3

[hopeful-engineer]

🌞 Self-care vs. self-indulgence vs. avoidance

Sometimes it may be a hard to swallow pill, but there's a difference between self-care and self-indulgence:

🍭 self-indulgence: spending too much money on stuff you want, but don't really need, like clothes you'll wear twice and then leave in your closet, where all they do is take up space, books you'll never read, subscriptions you'll forget about

✨ self-care: saving money; planning your budget; buying less, but better quality; thinking twice, before buying something you want, but don't need: "Will I really use it? Do I have enough money to buy it, without worrying, that I won't have enough to buy something more important? I want it now, but will I still want it tomorrow?" (note: I didn't write "don't buy anything except necessities" anywhere. Buy the stuff you want, but do it consciously, plan it and think before buying.)

🍭 self-indulgence: eating fast food and unhealthy snacks; drinking soda pop, energy drinks, tea with a lot of sugar, or too much coffee; adding sugar to everything; drinking too much alcohol

✨ self-care: eating as healthy as possible; learning to cook; avoiding fast food, sweets, potato chips and other unhealthy snacks; reducing your sugar intake; drinking water, fruit juices, tea without added sugar; planning your meals; buying natural food (note: It doesn't mean "never eat anything unhealthy again, never add sugar to anything, never drink alcohol". You can treat yourself with some pizza, or sweets, or beer sometimes, but it should be a treat, not part of your everyday meals.)

🍭 self-indulgence: staying up until 3 AM to watch films/series, play computer games, browse social media, chat with someone, or even to do something, that doesn't involve technology, for example draw or read books; sleeping until 11 AM, because you went to bed too late; sleeping 12 hours at the weekend, because you slept 4 hours a day during the week; hitting the snooze button; laying in the bed for too long after waking up

✨ self-care: fixing your sleep schedule; waking up earlier; going to bed earlier; sleeping 7 to 9 hours every day; avoiding all-nighters; having a fixed wake up time and a fixed bedtime, the same every day, including weekends; getting out of bed immediately when your alarm clock rings (note: I know there are circumstances, that can mąkę having a fixed sleep schedule is impossible, or next to impossible, I also know in some situations it's totally normal to stay up late, like you don't have to leave a party at 9 PM just because you want to stick to your sleep schedule, that would be unreasonable. Do it the best you can under your current life circumstances, and remember, this is about everyday life, not some rare exceptions.)

There's also a difference between self-care and avoidance:

😨 avoidance: staying home all the time; not going to any events, because meeting new people is stressful; always declinig your friends' invitations

✨ self-care: not going to that big, loud party, because it's too overwhelming, but going to a pub with a few friends instead; inviting your friends to your home, when going out feels too stressful; declinig some invitations, when you don't have time and/or energy, but accepting others, when you feel better and have more time; gradually increasing the number of social interactions you have, to be able to meet new people with less stress

😨 avoidance: having no plans for the future; thinking, that there's no point in having any goals in life; telling yourself, that ambitions are generally pointless and hence you don't have to do anything and be good at anything

✨ self-care: having specific, short-term goals and an overall vision od your long-term future; knowing, what you really want to do and what you're good at, and sticking to these things; consciously choosing, what to learn and what to give up on, based on if it's important to you, not to other people; not distracting yourself with too many side plans, when you have one main goal; knowing, what is your passion and what is your ambition; knowing, that you are ambitious mainly for yourself, and only secondly for the society; believing, that you are capable of achieving your goals

😨 avoidance: not studying at all, because it takes time and energy; procrastinating until the last moment before the exam/test/project deadline; always talking the easiest way possible with no ambition beyond barely passing the exam/test; having no plan, no study schedule; never asking for help, even if you're failing, because you think asking for help is a shame, or you're simply too shy; dropping out of school/college because it's stressful

✨ self-care: knowing that you're studying for yourself, your grades don't define you and that real knowledge and skills are more important, than grades; focusing on these topics, that are important to you for your future studies/career, and being the best you can in these areas; being good enough to pass at everything, that isn't important for your future plans; planning your studying and starting early; taking regular breaks to avoid burnout; asking for help if necessary, but trying to do as much as possible and reasonable on your own; acknowledging that, despite the education system being flawed in so many ways, it also gives you many opportunities;

Of course, self-care includes bubble baths, eating cake, listening to your favourite music and slowly drinking tea, while watching the rain outside through the window and letting your thoughts wander, but these aren't only forms od self-care and definetely not the most important ones. Of course, sometimes it includes staying home with your cat instead of going to the party, sleeping in, instead of studying for an exam, because you're exhausted, or giving up on something, instead of trying again and again, but this should happen in some, specific situations, not be your default response. Real self-care should focus on improving your life, not escaping it or avoiding it.

This post doesn't mean, I'm perfect at all of these things. Actually I struggle a lot with many of them. This is a piece of advice for me, too.

[fullsunised]

hii!! can i request maybe scenarios or bullet points (whichever you like) of things dreamies would do with their partner? like fluffy and all. ty btw i like what you write <3

𝙉𝘾𝙏 𝘿𝙍𝙀𝘼𝙈¹⁹: 𝗧𝗛𝗥𝗘𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗬 𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘 𝗗𝗢𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗬𝗢𝗨

genre: fluff

trigger warnings: none

a/n: well hope this is what you wanted and thank you for loving my work </3 i love you sm. I did the top 3 things types and have included like affection types as well bro idfk what I made anyways. jungkook is so leng bro.

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late night calls. cause he's so busy, he absolutely adores talking to you over calls especially after a long day. just the thought of you being there for him is enough for him. yall just be talking about anything fr, from gossips, complains to how the day has been going, anything fr.

music. making music, listening to music, writing lyrics all that. he loves spending time with you doing what he loves the most- if you share the same passion, that's great because he's coming to you for help a lot and that. sharing playlists, listening to your favourite songs.

calling each other dude and bro. those are endearing terms for both of you. it's funny how easily you two do it, making everyone else doubt if you're actually dating but nah that's so normal in your part. you'd be calling him dude and bro everytime you have to make a point and him doing the same to catch your attention. of course there are occasional baby, and babe slipped in.

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painting skies with you. bro loves the company of you and the setting sun, calms his mind like no other. your sessions consist of you two making fun of each other's drawings, talking about life, future, present- or sometimes its just quiet, where yall are enjoying each other's presence.

watching moomin. even if you aren't actually watching it, the show just plays in the background while you two talk softly. these usually happen during nights, right before both of you are about to sleep. yk just the peace and quiet, with moomin in the background. thats it, that's heaven for him.

holding hands. he loves it man. just how perfectly your hands fit in his. he's just going about on his day, your hand in his when he suddenly kisses your hand, happy that you're by his side all the time, even if not physically. his favourite type of pda.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° ✧. ┊  ❝ 𝗝𝗘𝗡𝗢 𝗟𝗘𝗘 ❞

gyming. although he isn't much into working out all the time, he loves going to the gym with you. like one of them routines yall have atleast thrice a week to keep both of you fit. he helps you with your workouts, and that.

watching anime. considering how bro loves one piece, yall be watching it most of the time (me fr). it wouldn't be just one piece it would be a lot of airing animes, that you two talk to your fans about on lives causing them to ship you two lmao.

having your arms around him. this is not an activity but boy loves it when you rest your arms on him or like touch him even slightly. makes him feel secure, and confirms the fact for him constantly that you're there for him.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° ✧. ┊  ❝ 𝗛𝗔𝗘𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗡 𝗟𝗘𝗘 ❞

gaming. boy is gaming 24/7, so he expects you to do so with him as well. both of you are either competing with each other, or teaming up to beat others but either way that's his favourite pass time activity to do with you.

you sitting on his lap. just like how jeno likes you touching him constantly, my sun likes you on his lap especially on those days when you are lazy and don't feel like gaming, he loves you on his lap, watching him play while giving him ideas and that. boy plays 200 times better like that.

making playlists. yall would probably have like a playlist for every occasion and situation. oh someone is crying, play the sad songs, someone is mad play the angry playlist..yall do this so much that others find you bare annoying but it's your source of entertainment.

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cooking. you'd cook, he'd watch- or he'd cook you'd watch, or both of you will cook and make a mess out of the whole kitchen but in the end yall will be making dishes that are meant for the books- cooking is a natural talent for you two. he's on a day off, he's over your house and you two are cooking every meal for the day together.

watching horror films. you know how much he loves watching them. even if you're scared to death, he'd make sure you sit, tugging onto his arm while he watches it with no soul whatsoever. like what's the point of watching it, he loves ridiculing you and cooing at your cute self everytime you get scared.

baby talking. constantly. every single time. all the week. boy just speaks like that naturally, and being around him most of the time had you develop this alien ability. you despise doing it but do it unconsciously. his members eye you two weirdly as soo as you start doing that.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° ✧. ┊  ❝ 𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗡𝗟𝗘 𝗭𝗛𝗢𝗡𝗚 ❞

basketball. even if you suck, you'd be on your way home and boy is gonna see a court, pulls the car, and plays a match with you. loves making fun of you for your mistakes, would even take multiple videos of you playing and posting it on his insta or weibo.

touching knees. bro that's so hot, but listen he needs that physical contact. if you're ever sitting next to each other, instead of being over the top with holding hands or sm like that, he'd subtly just lean his leg towards you, and you do the same until your knees touch. reassurance you get me.

learning girl group choreos. New song is out, he's sharing it with you, with a comment saying 'let's learn this'. or you are blasting tiktoks onto his account, sharing one for every dance you want to learn. and then, at home yall play the song and teach it to yourselves, later uploading it

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° ✧. ┊  ❝ 𝗝𝗜𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗚 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗞 ❞

netflix. watching every show there is on that streaming site. yall don't even hesitate with what you have to watch, just find smth and play it- and definitely get invested in the show. that's how jisung knows almost every show to exist. because you force him to watch them all with you.

nuzzling into necks. his favourite thing of all time bro. even if he's meters tall than you, he's plopping himself onto your lap, and nuzzling his head into your neck. down bad fr. he loves breathing in your scent, makes him feel safe fr.

comparing sizes of hands. bro is laughing at you for how small your fingers are, but internally he's dying of cuteness. how can you be so cute bruh. boy is taking pictures like multiple to save them as his lockscreen and that.

©️FULLSUNISED.

[ashwithane]

happy 5th anniversary, fire emblem three houses!

i didn’t have time to do anything super elaborate, but i’m glad i could at least make some simple drawings of how i looked when the game released vs how i look now. i tried to give them a similar vibe to the in-game portraits haha

rant below about my feelings right now because there’s a Lot to say! content warning for mental illness and childhood trauma 🫠🤙

as you can see in the drawings, i’ve come a long way in the past five years. when three houses first released, i was a deeply insecure high schooler who never dared to speak up or express themself. i struggled with self worth issues and had long since begun developing ocd symptoms as a result of the fear i had that there was something wrong with me, something i couldn’t possibly know or change but that everyone would see if i made a single wrong move.

throughout high school, and my adolescence as a whole, i had a hard time connecting with people. but when i played three houses, i connected with the story, the characters, the ability to replay it again and again and always try something new, change characters’ classes and find new paired endings and discover the little details i hadn’t noticed before. i was playing three houses the weekend after covid lockdown was announced, and i remember talking to one of my friends about this cool game i’d just started my second playthrough of. we laughed and talked about the game, figuring that lockdown would only last a few weeks, and then things would be back to normal.

lockdown was difficult for me, as it was for most people. but at the same time, not going to school in person meant i could afford to let my guard down. i could afford to unmask, and discover who i was when i didn’t spend every moment in fear of what others would think. and so when lockdown ended, i started college still timid, but somewhat more familiar with who i was inside.

and then, one day, a thought hit me out of nowhere.

“am i trans???”

and thus began the journey of self-discovery that was my first summer after college. i started using the name ashe, started using any pronouns and later switched to just they/them. i also finally got up the courage to tell my parents i wanted to get tested for autism, and came back with that diagnosis to explain almost everything i hadn’t had the words to understand before.

recently, my mental health has gotten worse. i got diagnosed with anxiety at the same time i got my autism diagnosis, but nobody told me i have ocd as well until earlier this year. things took a nosedive for me over this past school year—i stopped taking risks, barely left my college campus, barely allowed myself to put effort into social connections out of fear that i’d be forcing people to put up with me. but through therapy and medication, i’ve been working through those feelings, and the fears my brain internalized as a result of the way i grew up: feeling like something was wrong with me, but not knowing what. today, i feel pretty good! i’ve been having more and more good days, so i’m overall optimistic about what my future holds.

to bring this back on topic, fire emblem: three houses has gotten me through countless tough times, and has been immensely helpful in figuring out who i am. so in honor of the anniversary, i’d like to give a special thank you to the characters who have been the most important to me over the past five years.

ashe: i’ll start with the obvious. ashe is the character i stole my name from, so of course he will always hold a special place in my heart. in addition to that though, ashe’s earnest personality and commitment to doing the right thing is immensely inspiring to me. he proves that it’s possible to make mistakes and grow from them, that your life isn’t over after one misstep. ashe has taught me to never give up on doing the right thing, and being the best version of myself i can be.

felix: this list would not be complete without the scrunkly of all time! obviously i find felix to be a very compelling character and fun to write, but his significance to me goes beyond being a writing muse. i’ve often thought that i wish i’d had a friend like felix when i was younger, and even now—someone who would drag me into situations i found stressful and encourage me (in his own rude way) to have confidence in myself. someone who would have stood up for me against the people who treated me like i was lesser. felix inspires me to fight for what i want, his shield symbolizing the ability to make your own choices for what and who you defend. he reminds me that there’s no glory in being a martyr, and so i shouldn’t make my well being a second priority. i love you felix and i’m sorry i put you through the horrors regularly (but not sorry enough to stop).

marianne: it’s probably concerning to say i see a lot of myself in marianne. her journey is incredibly inspiring to me, especially now as i see that the past five years have taken me along a similar path to hers. marianne starts out thinking she’s too different from everyone else to deserve a life like theirs, and condemns herself to crushing loneliness all to avoid the possibility of her hurting the people she loves. and yet she learns to live for herself, realizes that her mere existence doesn’t cause any harm, and learns to embrace her right to enjoy life. i hope to have the same strength she does, so that one day i can reach that point as well.

linhardt: no joke, i realized i was neurodivergent because of linhardt. so many of his lines and support conversations made me go “ha, he’s so autistic/adhd coded!” i made these comments repeatedly, but i also kept noticing all the little ways in which i related to him. linhardt was one of many autistic people who made me go “huh, i do that too! what do you mean that’s not normal???” his character also serves as a reminder that it’s okay to take a break once and a while, and that looking after myself doesn’t mean i don’t care about others.

if there’s one thing left to say, it’s thank you. thank you to ashe, felix, marianne, linhardt, mercedes, sylvain, ignatz, hapi, yuri, hell—my oc rowan, all the characters i’ve connected with and loved so deeply over the past five years. thank you fire emblem three houses, not for being the only reason i am where i am today, but being a major part of it nonetheless. and if anyone’s still reading, thank you for making it this far, and happy timeskip! 🎉

[stressedbisexualtm]

WAIT HOLD ON I HAD A BIG BRAIN MOMENT

For anyone that didn't catch Wilbur's stream today: when he checked the mailbox in front of tallulah towers looking for clues on where Llulah is, he noticed he had a letter from the federation. It basically said that Lovejoy is funding the federation, and they're proud of Wilbur. It also had a picture attached of a painted drawing of the Brazilian cargo ship on fire, in the same style Lovejoy's album covers have all been lately. I noticed this during the stream, but didn't have much time to think about it. However, a user on twitter pointed out that there's gotta be some deeper meaning there, which lead me to look back on Lovejoy's recent releases.

First up: Call Me What You Like - A single released by Lovejoy very early in the year (february or march I think, but idk for sure) whose album cover depicts a plane crashing toward the ground, on fire. I, like any good sleuth, immediately connected it to the French plane. The French crashed into the island via plane, and I do belive it was on fire before they hit the ground. The thing that made me jump the most was that this was, as far as I remember, released before the qsmp had even STARTED, much less when the French joined the server. Another small detail I noticed that might not be important is that Quackity appears in the music video as well as cc's not affiliated with the qsmp and people I could not identify any of the times I watched it (probably just background actors, but my brain's working overtime anyway).

Next up: Wake Up & It's Over - Lovejoy's latest EP, which includes the single Call Me What You Like. It's album cover depicts a train on fire, heading sideways off of its tracks. This reminded me of the first trains on the island - the ones that brought the initial English and Spanish speakers to the island. There was never a problem with them crashing or being set on fire as far as I remember, but it could be poetic. Another thought I had was about the create mod. For the past month or so, about since the eggs left I think, people have been experimenting with the create mod more - mostly using trains, actually. This could be a future event occurring with all the trains people have been building, something going wrong or some crazy angsty lore, idk. Again, it could be more of a symbol or an omen, but with cmwyl and the picture the federation gave q!bur I don't think it is. Another very obvious possibility is that it represents new members joining, like the other two do.

Third, and final: Normal People Things - Lovejoy's latest single, released just a week or two ago. The cover image for this song depicts a car crashing into the side of a house, the car very clearly on fire. I don't know if it's worth mentioning, but the other three covers all seem to take place during the day, but Normal People Things looks like it's happening during a sunrise/sunset (likely the latter). This cover is one I'm not really sure what to do with. It obviously follows the pattern of the others, so it's gotta fit in somewhere, I just don't know where. Nothing like that has ever happened to the players so we can be sure it's a future event. I'm not sure if it represents new players joining or just something the residents will have to deal with. (This last bit that I'm about to talk about is a huge stretch, but I've seen crazier connections.) As I was looking at all of the album covers, I thought a little bit more about the lyrics in npt. It reminds me of the happy pills arc, where Forever was taking pills and going a little insane. Here are a few of the lyrics:

Panic attack,/Backing track

Background hum/Of the cerebellum

What a blessing/To meet someone like you

With eyes as dead as mine, it's fine/It's normal people things to lie here in silence

(skip)

Spending days in/Self-medicating

Lost too much weight/Unpleasant aftertaste

We look the same/Play different games

This is probably the biggest leap I have ever made when theorizing, and it's most likely wrong, so don't judge me too harshly for it lol. I've probably got something with the covers, though, so I'm gonna be keeping my eyes out for that, and JESUS this is so COOL

[gorgeousgreymatter-x]

THE PUSHING DAISIES STEDDIE AU NOBODY ASKED FOR BUT I DID I GUESS 

(tw: two dead animals are mentioned, and animal cruelty is threatened but does not actually occur) 

Young Steve Harrington was 9 years, 24 weeks, 4 days, and 3 minutes exactly when he discovered just how much he wasn’t like the other children. 

Up until that exact moment, not a second later, Steve had been a normal boy. Normal boy from the totally normal, totally unremarkable little town of Hawkins, Indiana. And normal — normal was good. At least according to Steve’s father. Normal was important.

Normal was the watchword. 

Because normal boys did normal things – football, fist fights, and war games. Normal boys did not prefer the company of their mothers. Did not prefer watching old movies and dancing in the living room. Did not prefer spending hours in the kitchen baking pies. 

Normal boys spent their days rough-housing at Skull Rock. Playing king of the mountain and walk-the-plank. 

It was on that warm August afternoon, so many years ago, that Steve was faced with the shocking truth that he was in fact, as far from normal as normal could get. 

They’ve been out here for what feels like hours already, and Steve is tired and grumpy and too hot. Steve likes a walk through the woods as much as the next kid. Loves it actually —remembers when he was younger and he and his mother would take walks together on the trails behind their old house that wound through oak trees that felt like giants when he was so small, running through the tall, swaying grass that tickled his cheeks and made his mother laugh. Smile in that way she so rarely did anymore.

Tommy and Jason never wanted to stop and look at anything, and the only time Steve had dared to bring one of the well-loved notebooks he’d filled with drawings of whatever he’d found interesting at the time and one of his mother’s old field guides, they’d laughed at him, shoved him so hard that he’d dropped them in the mud.

At least he’d waited until he’d gotten home to cry about it. 

Normal boys, according to his father, did not cry. 

Steve had gotten distracted by an empty bird’s nest he’d found, fascinated by the little stones and bits of mud woven into it, the remnants of the eggshells left behind. Mercifully, the other boys were too wrapped up in whatever dumb game they were doing to make fun of him for examining it, let alone to bother waiting for him. 

He’s still brushing dust off the knees of his jeans, heading toward the clearing when he hears them.

Hey freak! What are you doing out here, freak? Look at the crybaby! What are you cryin’ about, crybaby? 

Steve can see the bright red of Jason’s baseball cap come into view. He and Tommy are circled around something — somebody — like a pack of ravenous wolves about to take down their prey. And yeah, normally (shamefully), Steve would just fade into the background, try and make himself invisible whenever they did stuff like this. Because the thought of participating just made that sick feeling bloom in Steve’s chest because before he wised up to the Way Things Were, he was used to being on the receiving end. 

He knows what it feels like. 

And looking back, perhaps that would have been the wisest course. The most sensible course. The normal course.

Because right there on his knees, arms curved protectively over something Steve can’t quite see, is Eddie Munson. 

Eddie Munson was pretty much the opposite of whatever normal was, at least around here. And unfortunately, that made him a prime target. The fact that he lived in the trailer park, wore ratty hand-me-downs that never quite fit him right, how his hair was too long and hung into his face. And despite the fact that most of their classmates seemed intent on making his life a living hell, Eddie never just took it. 

Steve found himself feeling jealous, which was absurd. He didn’t want to be a freak. Not like the Munson kid. 

But then he looks down and sees what the other boy is trying so desperately to protect — a rabbit. Now that he’s stepped a little closer, he can just barely see the soft gray of its fur peeking out from under Eddie’s elbow. 

And its distinct lack of breathing. Because the rabbit, Steve realizes, is dead. Now the stick he finally notices in Jason’s grip as he creeps even closer to the group makes sense — poking a dead rabbit as a fun activity actually made sense considering the blonde boy’s perfect storm of below average intelligence and above average aggression.

Like now when Steve can see that, yes, despite the fact that there were definitely tears in Eddie Munson’s freakishly big brown eyes, his mouth was curved into a feral smile. When Steve hazards a glance in his direction, it seems  to be at least somewhat effective if the unsteady look in Tommy’s eyes meant anything. 

Between the two of them, Jason was always meaner. Crueler in a way that made Steve’s teeth ache.

Normal boys probably didn’t notice things like other boys’ eyes. Maybe it’s just the fact that Steve’s never really looked at Eddie up close. Had never noticed how bright and wide those eyes of his really were, and despite the fact that they were obviously wet with tears, when Eddie’s  gaze finally fixes itself to him, it’s like he’s daring Steve to try something too. 

Steve doesn’t actually remember making the conscious decision to do something. It’s like he’s not even in control of his own body, the way his gut coils like a snake burning a hole through his belly when he shoves Jason Carver to the ground. 

“Leave him alone.” 

The funny thing was, although Steve may not particularly enjoy sports, he was good at them. Better than Jason, even, which Steve guesses probably had something to do with how pissy he always was around him. Steve was also bigger. Stronger. Faster.

Being fast was also probably why Tommy wasn’t able to get the drop on him either (although Eddie’s frantic pointing over his shoulder and the way he yells Steve! is certainly helpful ), wasn’t able to dodge the sucker-punch Steve lands right in his face.

Blood streams down Tommy’s face, his own hands flying to his likely-broken nose, and it’s so distracting, and honestly, alarming, it’s Jason who very nearly takes him down, having gotten to his feet without Steve’s notice. 

“Fuck you!”

That’s Eddie’s voice — when he turns to look, he sees him standing over Jason, fists balled at his side, who’d been clearly shoved to his feet again.

The other two boys likely hadn’t considered the fact that they’d be evenly matched. Tommy and Jason tended to prefer fights where they had the obvious advantage, and judging from how nervous they both looked suddenly.

“You really want to be a freak like Munson, Steve? Throw your lot in with him?”

“I’ll take my chances.” 

Tommy and Jason turn and run, tails between their legs, Steve watching them go, hands on his hips, with all the intensity of a guard dog ready to strike. It’s only when he can no longer see them, even through the gaps in the trees that he finally remembers Eddie is there.

“You didn’t have to do that, you know,” Eddie says, voice sounding slightly hollow as he stands over the tiny, limp body he’d been so desperate to protect. “Now they’re going to go after you.”

 “Yeah, well — I wasn’t going to let them…” and he’s not even sure how to explain what he doesn’t even understand himself yet, so he just shrugs and crouches down to look at the rabbit sprawled out over a pile of leaves. 

Steve has seen a dead body before. Only one. His grandfather’s — but he’d looked much the same as he always had in that coffin, same bespoke suit, same glasses. Eyes shut like he was taking one of his La-Z-Boy naps while Steve watched the tv on the rug in front of him.

The rabbit looked much like that — asleep. “Did you find it like this?”

Eddie seems taken aback, and likely is. Steve might not be a bully like the other kids, but he didn’t do anything to stop it. Steve might only be 9, but even he knows that’s somehow worse. “Uh – yeah, I mean – it’s just a baby and when I saw what Jason was trying to do —”

“Yeah,” Steve agrees, though he’s not sure to what, because for whatever reason, he’s reaching out to brush a finger over the thing’s fuzzy ear, just barely grazes it, before normal is tossed right out the window. Hurled off the cliff and into the abyss. 

Because the second Steve touches the animal, he feels a spark kind of like when he runs across the carpet wearing socks and touches something, a static shock. 

The rabbit is up and off so quickly, bounding into the trees before Steve even knows what’s happened. And something – something had happened. His brain might be trying to convince him otherwise — it was just stunned, injured, asleep. 

Because dead things stayed dead, obviously. 

“Holy shit, did you just —” 

“I think it was just stunned,” Steve says, biting his lip and ruffling his hair. 

“It was dead. It wasn’t breathing. I saw it — what did you do?” 

“Nothing, man. I don’t now what you’re talk—”

Both of them jolt, their conversation interrupted by a thud just a few feet away. When they turn around and venture close enough to see what it is, what’s lying there on the grass as still and lifeless as that baby rabbit had been only minutes before.

Because there, spread out onto the grass, wings akimbo, was a large spotted owl.

Dead.

Eddie and he share exactly one long look before Steve turns tail and flees. Doesn’t stop running until he reaches his bike, left just by the treeline. When he gets home, he goes straight to his room and doesn’t come out for the rest of the night.

He doesn’t see Eddie Munson again.

Not for a long time.

The facts were these:

Steve is exactly 25 years, 4 weeks, 3 days, 21 hours, and 18 minutes old when he finally does.

Because Eddie Munson was 26 years, 50 weeks, 19 hours, and 4 minutes old when he died.

And that’s exactly how old he is when Steve Harrington brings him back to life. 

[journey-to-balance]

The Beauty of an Ordinary Life.

There is always beauty to be found in a normal ordinary life, but it is more obvious to me than ever in sweet summertime.

I was reflecting yesterday morning on something our family used to do when the children were little; we traveled to different states throughout the United States. The summer road trips were educational, beautiful, and fun, but in many ways, nothing really compared to ordinary life at home for me.

One thing I did love about getting out and exploring, was drawing inspiration from the surrounding landscapes. I remember taking an untold amount of photos of gardens everywhere. They were just so magical. I would daydream about recreating something like that at home someday, to have the ability to make wild arrangements with blooms cut from my own garden.

Today, one aspect of my ordinary life that I certainly don't ever want to take for granted is my pollinator garden. It isn't fancy, and it isn't always well tended to, but I know I simply couldn't fully enjoy it if I weren't spending these long, ordinary summer days at home.

What's more, some of the most enjoyable ordinary aspects of daily living such as a freshly cleaned kitchen, a sudsy bath before bedtime on a 95+ degree day, or sinking into the softness of a comfortable pillow, can be done whether you have your dream home or don't, and whether you have your dream income or don't - simple pleasures are available for everyone to enjoy.

Sometimes I think we're so overstimulated that our brains need no more than the daily simple gifts that God wired us to take pleasure in.

We planted a lot of tomato seeds this year. It's one of my favorite staples to plant, because they're some phenomenal varieties, they crowd out the weeds easily, and I can't think of a day when I don't use them in a meal. Harvesting them in huge quantities feels incredibly abundant.

Of course, I've had periods throughout my life when I haven't been so inspired by homemaking. Maybe I lost my momentum, or my rhythm. Maybe I was physically exhausted or ill, you know, on those days when I simply had to power through.

The homemaking, the ordinary aspects of life that we all have to do, like cleaning up multiple times a day, taking care of the laundry multiple times a week, getting food on the table, all feel like struggle when I am not able to have moments of beauty. For it is beauty that allows me to find the motivation to embrace all of what makes daily existence difficult.

For me, when I'm feeling down, disappointed by something or someone, and maybe not very inspired, something as simple as making a fancier breakfast, something that I've put some extra effort into, can make a difference in my day. Playing soft piano music while cooking, or even lighting a candle can be a game-changer in shifting my perspective regarding my day.

Without question, one of the most tangible, most constant ways to enjoy an ordinary life is by enjoying special food. In fact, If I've learned anything from my experiences traveling abroad over the years is how beautifully some cultures spend time creating wonderful meals, and lingering around them as they engage in conversation.

Somewhere along my career driven trajectory, at least in my little world, I hoped to divorce myself from the rushed, loud, hedonistic and chaotic path I'd followed for so long. But, that's a story for another time.

What I mean to say is, there's no end to what you can be inspired by in your home. Whether it's creating a new garden, trying your hand at baking something new, renovating or reviving a project, spending an evening reading, painting, drawing or writing like me, there's plenty of ways to enjoy these long ordinary summer days at home.

Friends, let those of us who have the privilege of living an ordinary life, especially when we consider that there are countless who have tumultuous, tragic, insecure lives, never take it for granted.

Thanks for reading these ordinary, but joyful words with me. May you find moments to enjoy, relish and savor. Maritza

[sleepy-shutin]

one thing i keep thinking about the more i get out of my isolation and actually start doing things is the fact that i actually like want to have hobbies now. like for fun. before i didn't really do much other than draw, write, watch youtube videos, play video games and scroll through social media. i didn't really do much of anything. now that i have a job and i actually am living my life now, i want to actually have hobbies and it's probably related to wanting to better myself and like get better and move on from the horrible 9 years i spent my life, but like it's genuinely weird to me. i want to have hobbies. i don't always have the energy for them, but i want to do things now. amazing, how having control over your life and doing the things that make you happy and being able to get out of the house like makes you want to be alive and stuff.

like, you know how during covid people started doing things like baking and spending time with their families and all that jazz for like a couple of weeks or months, and then after that everyone started going crazy with isolation and fear and mental health problems? it was like that but stretched over 9 years where at first i wanted to do things, and then i got stuck for several years until towards the end when i was finally allowed to get a job. lol. and even almost 2 years in i still feel like i'm still 'settling' into it, but like i'm getting to the point where i actually want to do things with my life and i want to figure out how to put the things i want to do with my life into my life every once in a while.

and one thing about my insane trauma is that it has made me completely and utterly normal about serizawa katsuya from mob psycho, like jesus christ. there has not been a person normaler about this man than me. i know exactly how he feels about most things and nobody talks about how the isolation affects you and how you become after that many years out of contact with most people and not doing anything. this is the only character that i have ever seen in my entire existence on the internet that has this kind of experience that i also had. having a relatively normal life (don't ask me to define normal), then all of it implodes and suddenly things are different for many years and you don't leave the house or talk to people or do anything. ever. for a long, long time.

and then you come out of it and you're in the same town you grew up in but things are different now and you're a weirdo that nobody remembers because you didn't really leave the house for 9 years, but people at your job are nice to you and treat you mostly normal anyway which is nice.

i don't even know what's gotten into me tonight, i'm just like all over the place and i feel insane and i just feel like publicly journaling about it instead of not journaling about it privately. i haven't journaled about anything properly in months, but it's fine because i'm doing it now i guess.

anyways. tldr, forget reigen. serizawa is my babygirl. i do not have any trauma and i'm very fine and normal.

[tickle-bee]

Hi! I'm Bee and if you're here you're probably into tickles too and that's pretty cool! This blog is mostly just a place for me to share some of my tickle thoughts and help me further normalize my silly little kinks to myself. I try to keep most of the NSFW content on this blog inside my likes tab, but some of it might trickle out onto my main page here and there occasionally, so keep that in mind if need be.

A little about me: Getting the ball rolling, my pronouns are he/they. I do consider myself nonbinary, but I still enjoy going boy mode whenever the mood strikes, as well as being called a good boy. I'm also Demisexual & Ace-Spec.

Being demi, I usually need to establish emotional bonds with people before I can be intimate with them. In the past this has gone from taking me a couple weeks to several months, it really just depends on our chemistry. As far as where I place on the asexual-spectrum, I only have any interest in external play with partners. When it comes to any form of penetration/intercourse it just isn't for me. I’m also neurodivergent, so please be patient with me as my mental health usually suffers a lot from it 💛

Kink Interests: Tickling is pretty much the tree that all my other kinks branch off from, I've had this fetish for as long as I can remember and honestly I'm pretty happy to have it! Other than that, the rest are as follows! Bondage, sensory deprivation/overstimulation, roleplay, some cnc, foot play, tickle-edging/orgasm control, and nipple tickles/stimulation. Here's my fetlife if you'd like to see more! https://fetlife.com/users/16436662

Personal Interests: I adore drawing and writing stories, art is such an important part of my life, I really don't know who I'd be without it. I also enjoy thrifting, baking, clay modeling, games (video & board), and spending time with my friends in any capacity :3

[red-dyed-sarumane]

what if i went off about some of my favorite songs ever

kyuuyaku hankagai - hiiragi magnetite: everyone knows i love this. i just love everything about it. we really get both sides of the picture story wise with it- both the fact the world is literally, physically getting destroyed, and all of the mental torment the characters are dealing with. it still has that magu series weird wording but it gets everything across that it needs to. the instrumental is just as heavy as the scenario with added dramatics in parts that really make it for me. all the long notes to simulate screaming. the seamless addition of both the nami no ne no & rute furute woa motifs (& a possible 3rd? theres still parts in here i cant figure out yet) makes me so emotional. if u have no idea about the series its still a solid song. 10000/10 i cannot fully express my love for this song in words i just need it on repeat full volume for weeks on end.

ai wo - null: impossible for me to explain why i love this so much without oversharing. i keep telling myself not to rank this song so high but ive never felt so seen before. null's lyrics are both poetic & still hit every raw emotion where it hurts. the whole being left alone ur whole life & wishing it wasnt that way, that everything wasnt so empty, that someone could love u the way u need & never got. i want everyone to hear this song and i also want to gatekeep it. it became so important to me in such a short time & itll be hard to ever rival it

arikitari heroes - 150suzu: im not immune to nostalgia. shuuenpro is executed entirely different to aru sekai series & i have to judge from entirely different criteria & that said i really always loved how this one sort of summarized the series in a way that highlighted all the strife in it & made it subjective rather than an objective summary. the chorus is so high its like theyre crying out which fits entirely. i still have the video embedded in my mind & its been a hot minute since ive watched it. my teenage self thought it was so deep & even with a different perspective now i cant entirely discount those feelings. anyway i still really love it i could still listen to it for weeks on end if i wasnt busy keeping up with other things. i do not say it lightly when i say this is the song i have listened to the most in my entire life i used to spend Months straight listening to it. beloved.

tachiiri kinshi - mafumafu: i was sooooooo normal about this in high school (lying). its still high on my list of breakdown songs. like damn its been 8 years and it still holds up the same. between this & ai wo that just gives away 90% of my problems. imagine solving isolation by letting people in cant be me. anyway i was obsessed with drawing the girl from the video for a while idk how many doodles i still have left but she was Everywhere on my school work. normal person behavior.

jishou mushoku - nekobolo: song that has pulled the most weight in keeping me alive. where would i be without it. sometimes the mood is so bad this is still the only thing i can listen to some days.

rokuchounen to ichiya monogatari - kemu: the real reason i fell down the voca rabbit hole. still adore the song & find it hugely nostalgic, but there was a reason i connected with it when i was younger & being able to recognize how fucked up that was makes it also a painful reminder id rather bury. song fucks tho love how every rhythm game its in will destroy u trying to play it.

konmei no aji - savasti: regardless of the real meaning of the song this will always be a dissociation song to me not in the sense it makes me dissociate but rather in the spaceyness & disconnect it reminds me of the feeling but in a safer way to deal with it. personally i prefer rire's cover

taishou x - yurry canon: u will appreciate this song now right now its so under appreciated for a yurry canon song. god the fucking "i'm still living the same yesterday, today, and tomorrow. as it is i will never be you. theres no reason in living, but just the same theres no point in dying is there?" [punching a wall] i like it a normal amount

kaiko no kanmuri - dopam!ne: god this song fucks so hard and yet its still edgy. i dont even really know how to explain what i feel with this one beyond i love it. its a kind of waiting for the right time to strike for revenge kinda song? idk its my absolute fave dopam!ne song i love a lot of his songs but this one just really does it for me

haru no sekibaku - inaba kumori: kutabireta atashi ga dame dattan da ne. yeah. the overall mood of this song hits just right all too often. sorry lag train this is the defining inabakumori song to me.

hyperlexia - yamaji: the space in this one also gives me a sense of vague dissociation. i just really love the whole reading between the lines not going to fall for lies anymore mood its got going on. a misguided sense of personal revolution that probably wont end in anything meaningful but i particularly like the song.

[mollybecameanengineer]

Immunidad

word count: 9437 | Teen | MSR | @today-in-fic

Summary: A rewrite of Vienen. When Mulder and Scully suspect the black oil is on a drilling platform in the Gulf of Mexico, they realize they are the only ones who can stop it. Too bad he doesn’t work for the FBI and she’s thirty-three weeks pregnant.

This is the third part in my A Second Chance series, which is AU from DeadAlive, in a universe where Mulder never leaves. The series is episodic, like the X-Files, so each piece can stand alone.  

Part 1: Reentry -- Mulder tries to get used to being back from the dead.

Part 2: Lots and Lots of Boxes --  Mulder takes a trip down memory lane while cleaning out his storage unit.

Read Immunidad on AO3, or check out the prologue below the break. 

April 2001

“Are you still planning to come to work with me tomorrow?” 

She and Mulder were in the living room, folding laundry. The TV was on, a Yankees game playing with the sound turned low. It was all horribly domestic. 

“Yup, my appointment with HR is at 8:30, and then Skinner at 10,” Mulder replied.

He was being reinstated. Finally. After the weeks it took to get his identity sorted out, he’d turned his attention to getting things in order at the FBI. He thought it would be easy, as Scully had no trouble after her abduction. But she hadn’t been declared dead. So, rather than coming back to a job, he had to be hired again. Which meant applying for his old job and interviewing. 

Some days he wondered why he was trying so hard to return to the FBI. 

“What are you going to do for the rest of the day?”

Mulder shrugged, folding one of Scully’s bras. “I figured I'd hang out in the office.”

“You remember it’s not just us anymore.”

“Well, I have to meet the new people at some point.”

Scully bit her lip. She seemed to have no confidence in his ability to behave himself. 

“If I get bored, I’ll get a cab home. Or you can knock off early and we can spend the afternoon fooling around.”

She rolled her eyes as she sorted socks. “Oh, before I forget, my mom is coming for dinner Friday.”

“Oh?” Mulder picked up a pair of pajama pants. “Does she know I’m living here?”

Scully looked pensive for a moment. “She helped me clean out your place, so she knows you didn’t have an apartment to go back to.”

“That wasn’t what I asked.”

Scully sighed, throwing a matched pair of socks into his pile. “She probably assumes you’re living here, but I haven’t said anything.”

“And does she know I’m the father?” Mulder dug one of Scully’s shirts out of the pile. Despite being eight months pregnant, the shirt seemed impossibly small. 

“I think she assumes.”

“But you never told her.”

“She never asked.”

Mulder groaned, placing the folded top on Scully’s pile before digging a new article out to fold. “Well, I guess I should be comforted that I’m not the only person you’re not always forthcoming with.”

Scully threw a paired sock ball at him. It hit his forehead and dropped to the floor. He picked it up and put it in the correct pile.

“Does she know we’re ‘an item’?” he asked, drawing out the last two words in a playful tone.

She rolled her eyes. “I actually don’t know. I think she assumed we were together long before we were.”

“Good lord, Scully. You talk to your mom every week. How has none of this come up?”

Scully shrugged. “I mostly listen.”

Mulder grabbed the last item of the pile, his jeans, folded them, and then started transporting the stacks of clothes to the bedroom. Scully followed with the socks. “Well, do you want me here Friday night?” he asked, plopping the clothes on the bed.

“Of course.” Scully was putting her socks away. Her sock drawer was impossibly neat. Mulder had no idea how she managed that.

“Well, then how should I act?”

“Normal?” She was done with socks and headed out to the living room for the next batch.

“Should I act like your boyfriend?”

Scully returned with the underwear, her face scrunched in disgust. “Boyfriend?”

He shrugged. “What else would you call me? Once and future co-worker?”

“I think of you as my partner,” she said, putting his boxers away.

“Well, that’s wonderfully ambiguous.” He put the last of her pajamas away and went to get the rest of the clothes from the couch. The Sox had scored another run while they’d been arguing. Nothing was going his way.

Back in the bedroom, he said, “Look, I don’t really care what we call each other. The thing is I don’t want to get my foot stuck so far in my mouth it will take a surgical team to remove it. Can I say I’m living here?” He looked down at her stomach. Though he questioned if the baby was made the old fashioned way, Scully didn’t. And no matter what, it would be his child too. “Can I say ‘my son’?”

“Oh, she doesn’t know the sex.”

“Good to know, but not actually the part I was focused on. Are you being purposefully obtuse?”

Scully threw the last of her underwear into her drawer and slammed it shut. “What the fuck do you want, Mulder? For me to call her up and say, oh, by the way, Mulder and I started fucking on New Years Day last year. In fact, he fucked me so good, it popped and egg out of my defunct ovary, and now he’s my baby daddy! Oh, and we are shacked up, too!”

They glared at each other, silent except for Scully’s huffing. She cracked first. “Sorry. Sorry.” She walked over to him, wrapping her arms around him as much as her stomach would allow. He returned her hug. “I’ll call and tell her. Before Friday.”

He kissed the top of her head. “While you can do whatever you want, may I suggest you clean up your language a bit? For instance, I’d change ‘fucking’ to ‘making loooove’.”

She pulled back and slugged him. Granted, he did deserve it. 

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[hourcat]

listen yall. you know it was gonna happen eventually. lets play this “last line of some WIPs” game and see what comes out of it! (under the cut for post size decency purposes)

THANK U TO MY BESTIES AND BELOVEDS @cerona14 ​ @finalgirlcharlesleclerc ​ @vegasgrandprix ​ @formula1squids ​ @singsweetmelodies ​ !!!! sorry for procrastinating i was hoping no one would be interested in the results i’m gonna give LMAO

(please note! the “ip” part of “wip” is very much applicable to the majority of these. enter at ur own peril.) 

[REDACTED] winter exchange fic

“You should sleep on it, calamar.”

Charles hums. “If I am in your bed, of course.” A slow smile. “I will beat you there.” And then he’s off—scurrying across the wooden floor, slipping like a cat as his socks slide in his pursuit, and Pierre yelps as he realizes—they’re racing again.

“Are you not tired of racing today, Charlo?” A squeak of laughter echoes from down the hall. “Oh my god—”

They sleep, tucked together, in Pierre’s double bed. It’s the most restful sleep he’s gotten in a year.

Good lord. Charles is screwed. Dumbly, he takes Pierre’s hand and shakes it, not missing the firmness of the Frenchman’s grasp. “A pleasure to make your acquaintance,” Charles manages after a brief battle with his own tongue. “I look forward to having you spend time here with my beloved cousin, Monsieur Gasly.”

giveaway fic no. 1

The sharp smile seems to get bigger at Charles’ words. “Pierre, please,” he corrects, squeezing Charles’ hand firmly once more before releasing him. “I look forward to spending time here as well. Your home is lovely.” He hums, dropping his gaze only for a moment before looking back to Charles’ embarrassment-pink face. “Quite the sight for weary eyes, for certain.”

Fuck.

Pierre knows the feeling. "You've been keeping an eye out on the NFL rumors account, too, huh?"

nfl au

"What else am I going to do with this thing," he grumbles in response, using his free arm to gesture at his cast. "A week ago we were out partying with our teammates. Today I cannot even leave the couch except to go pee and go to sleep." He frowns. Pierre watches the little wrinkle between his eyebrows become more pronounced. "I have apparently been traded, cut, and terminated in the past 24 hours."

"Terminated?"

"Yes, like the movie." Charles pauses, then raises an eyebrow. "Come with me if you want to live." His accent is terrible but Pierre laughs all the same, buries his face a little more into his best friend's side. "They may fine me for being an undercover robot, but who cares."

"Mmm, so that's why you are so good."

"Please," Pierre begs the EMT loading Charles into the back of the ambulance, only the stretcher’s wheels visible behind the commotion of medical personnel and FIA supervisors buzzing around the area. "Please, you have to take me with you, please." There are tears pouring down his cheeks, he realizes distantly.

timeloop

The EMT just shakes his head, solemn and calm. "Sorry, son," he says. "Family only."

No no no. "But I am his family," he sobs, reaching helplessly as the doors firmly lock shut. "Please, please, he is—CHARLES!"

And then Charles slaps at his chest again, sinks his fingers into Pierre’s shoulder to draw him back into his space, and the brief pang of guilt dissipates entirely. Charles wants him. Pierre is going to have him in a way no one else will ever have him again. For tonight…for tonight, Charles is Pierre’s.

*whispers* secret virgin fic

“Charlo,” he murmurs, pressing a hand flat to the flesh of Charles’ thigh to urge it up. “Up, Cha. Let me take care of you.” Charles goes easily. “There we go.”

“Pierre,” he says hoarsely. “Pierre, please, can you—”

“Easy, mon amour,” Pierre interrupts with a squeeze. “Let me make this good for you.”

okay i think literally everyone who i would normally tag has been tagged lmao. PLEASE CONSIDER YOURSELF TAGGED IF YOU WANT TO DO THIS!!!!!

[dk-wren]

It's a day late, but here's a little update for WIP Wednesday!

Finally had time to work on a fic that was supposed to be ready for Kazurei week (oops). I have just a bit more to write and then editing it, but hoping to have it finished by the end of the weekend!

Hope you enjoy!

Rei stared at his reflection in the mirror. He had just finished tying his red tie, the final piece of what used to be his “uniform” when completing a hit. “Can’t believe I’m wearing this again,” Rei mumbled to himself. After the events at Suwa Manor a few Christmases ago, he hadn’t technically sworn to never wear a suit again, but he didn’t like all the memories associated with wearing one. Kazuki insisted on cleaning both of their bloodied and shredded clothes right after they got back from Miri’s Christmas party, so the suit itself was clean and had been collecting dust in Rei’s closet ever since. Rei tended to push it towards the side of his closet so he wouldn’t have to look at it too often. He didn’t particularly care for the suit to be hanging right in front of him whenever he got changed, pressed and clean, as if ready to be worn on his next assignment. Luckily though, that next assignment never came.  “Two, three years ago was it?” Rei thought to himself. “So much has happened since that day I don’t even remember how long it’s been since I’ve worn this suit.” At least to Rei, “so much” meant the ins and outs of “normal” life: washing the dishes, attempting to do the weekly marketing, spending a lazy weekend morning with Kazuki and Miri-everything that signaled to Rei, he was no longer just a living weapon. Signaling instead that he was part of a family, and one that loved him for who he was, and giving it his all when it came to his new title, Papa. Seeing that the three of them had been living together and operating as a family unit for some time, Kazuki threw out the suggestion of finding a local photo studio and having their picture taken. It wasn’t something Kazuki had really considered doing, but one night when their family was playing a card game on Kazuki and Rei’s bed, Miri noticed a framed picture of Kazuki and Yuzuko sitting on one of his bedside shelves. She pointed it out and asked if that was her Papa Kazuki and “Auntie Yuzuko,” drawing Kazuki and Rei’s attention to the little photo. Kazuki smiled and told her, “Yes, it is, Miri. We had that photo taken right before she passed. We didn’t know at the time it would be one of the last we took, but I’m glad to have it.” Rei caught the slightest glimmer of sadness pass over Kazuki’s face before perking back up at Miri gushing how dressed up and pretty they looked in their picture. A few days of contemplating later, Kazuki threw out the idea of having family photos taken to Rei to see what he thought, that is before he brought it up to Miri who he predicted would be all over the idea. “Sort of like making our little family official official,” Kazuki explained when pitching the idea. Rei sat watching Kazuki as he seemed lost in his thoughts for the next few moments, before continuing on, “Maybe this is a dumb idea. I think I was just fixating on the memory after Miri pointed it out. We don’t have to go get our picture taken if you don’t want to, I mean we have plenty of other photos with all of us, which I’d say still count as proof that we really are a family,” Kazuki finished. 

I guess for a little bit of context, this was meant for the Day 1 prompt "Firsts"

-Dakota Wren

[lemonade-juley]

Having troubles sleeping rn so I guess I'm gonna ramble more about my oc x canon shenanigans that will not Stop. This time mostly focusing on Erin's perception of Anya and how her feelings for her end up developing. This is a very long post I have many thoughts

Their first proper meeting in Darchlight caves was honestly a good impression on Erin. She was very quiet, not really saying more then necessary, and this girl also evidently new Aelita too. Erin didn't sense any hostility from her or anything, and in fact, when Anya seemingly got enough confidence to actually speak to her some point before the Bladestar grunts started actually flooding in, she was actually very nice to her.

Basically her first impression of Anya is, she's smarter then she looks, is very encouraging (she was giving compliments to Erin's battling as they pushed through the grunts), and was very strong. Although very quiet and shy, and she noticed she didn't seem to be giving herself much credit.

Now in game the early GDC arc really kinda moves really really quickly compared to early portions of the game, but since there's not a solid track on what month it is or exact dates until Chapter 15 starting out with November, I'm gonna say this early GDC arc up to Venam's unfortunate rock related incident is about a week or two in this version of events.

And well, since Erin kinda is locked out of the Theater until Aelita comes back after said mineral related incident, she frustratingly to herself has to stay at the apartment everyone was staying in for that period of time. During this in between her attempts to find Aelita, she actually had some opportunities to hang out with Anya as she was kinda doing her own thing in between stuff like the two's meeting with Cassandra and other things like that.

Basically throughout this time she kinda learns more about Anya in general. Kinda realizing she's selectively mute (noticing she's fairly talkative with the gang, even of she's still one of the more reserved of the group, primarily), noticing she seemed to like reading as well and seems to have taken an interest in drawing. Stuff like that. She ends up spending time around Anya simply because she was the quietest of the bunch and Erin didn't really mind her company surprising to herself. Anya herself getting comfortable with Erin too, and being rather friendly.

Of course though, Erin gets frustrated with her inability to find Aelita and decides to just storm back to the theater coincidentally after Anya had reunited with Aelita in the nightmare city and had gotten to the Theater themselves. Basically everything past this point is relatively the same as canon for a while, as everyone's focus shifts to Aelita's whole deal. The most notable thing is this around this point is the first time Erin learns Anya has nightmares (I think I'd place this during that night in past Sheridan, after that meeting they had with Cella. I'd say it'd fit better post alternate timeline arc, but I actually don't remember if the group leaves immediately after Vivian's deal or if they stay one more night after that). But anyways, Erin hadn't gotten to sleep yet but the other two had, and Anya getting woken up by her nightmare wasn't startling enough to wake anyone up. Erin checks on her, unintentionally startling Anya more, but after a very hushed whispers confirming Anya had a nightmare, actually offers that the two take a short walk outside to clear her head. Erin, frankly, isn't sure why she felt the need to take the time to comfort Anya, but she rolls with it. The conversation is frankly nothing special, just the two talking back and forth about random subjects until Anya feels calm enough to go back to sleep. This is the point though, where Erin starts to solidify that she cares about Anya though.

The rest of the story plays out as normal, only that Erin is slightly less abrasive/sassy to Anya (I do mean only slightly here, I mean Anya does manage to get kicked out of the library like mere minutes of being there even if she didn't do anything). But when Anya and Erin see each other again at the tournament hall, just before she's about to leave to go to the party with Melia, Anya gives her a brief hug and a cheerful "I'll see ya later!" Before she does and, even if for a moment Erin feels a slight warmth in her face. She gets distracted immediately though, and doesn't think too hard on it.

Of course, fireworks happen and Anya is in a state for sure, she's extremely worried about Erin especially hearing that she's completely unaccounted for from the explosion. I mentioned this before in a previous post, but when Anya sees Erin at the end of Chapter 14 she basically tackles Erin because she's just so relieved to see her alive, and Erin is immediately caught off guard by the incredibly sincere worry and joy Anya exuded from seeing her again. Again, she gets distracted by the plot and doesn't think too heavily on this. Only thing of note for the remainder of chapter 14 is Erin subconsciously puts herself between Anya and Dr. Isha when she notices how visibly uncomfortable Anya is on what that guy was saying about her.

Chapter 15 is when she suddenly has a lot more time to think on her feelings on Anya. The training is as normal as canon is. Although, thanks to Melia's comments on trusting Anya, and Erin's own developing feelings, she feels inclined go trust Anya very fast when more about her nature as the Interceptor is revealed during that month. This period also happens to be when Anya is getting her more frequent nightmares and again as mentioned in a previous post, is when Erin takes more time actually comfort her from these. By the end of the training month Erin has fully realized "oh shit" that she has full blown romantic feelings for this girl.

As Anya and Aelita are the first to leave for their mission, Anya very much makes sure to give Erin a hug before leaving which really does not help Erin's emotions here. Of course by this point everything that happens during this chapter happens as normal. Again though, when everyone is brought together again at the end, Anya again seems to be very joyful at seeing her Specifically, which yet again makes Erin feel Things. Again plot happens, can't really think on it much. Anya somehow managed to feel both relieved and more burdened then ever at the same time with everything she learned about herself during that chapter, and as of right now that's where it gets left off.

I do think they'd end up together probably not long after this, as Anya reciprocates Erin's feelings, even if Anya doesn't really have the experience to label those feelings she has. Basically everything is messy, neither of the two know if the both of them are going to see the end of this journey together, but by Arcues do they have each other.

[rattlyglitch]

Moon stuck as a human for a day pt 2

(This is also long 838 words long and in total Moon stuck as a human for a day was 1,750 words long)

Sun smiled happily and the day was begun. It went well actually. The children seemed calm and were able to get along with one other perfectly fine and best of all there were no rulebreakers. The first thing that happened was some games of hide and seek were played before having story time and then letting the kids choose what they wanted to do. The kids were confused by the human who had the nickname Moon but seemed to quickly accept him as one of the cool people that watched the daycare that day and wanted to hang out with Moon and spend time with him.

 When nap time came around Moon decided to pick a star-themed song.  Moon enjoyed singing to the children and Sun knew that. It always warmed his heart to see his brother happy especially when the children had no clue who he was. When the children fell asleep Moon sighed. “Taking care of the children as a human is easier than I thought it would be.” 

Sun nodded. “Yeah, I’m glad they're getting along with you well even though they just now met you. They were nervous when meeting Lunar and Earth.” Moon nodded. “Well, I think I might nap as well if that’s ok with you.” Sun chuckled. “Of course it’s ok with me Moon you don’t have to ask me to take breaks and stuff like that.” Moon sighed and rested his head against Sun’s shoulder. “Ok, brother.” Moon was quick to fall asleep and Sun smiled and combed his fingers through Moon’s hair. 

“Goodnight brother.” Sun smiled and watched over his brother and the sleeping children. When nap time was over though Sun gently shook Moon’s shoulders to get him ready to wake the kids. “It’s hard to believe that the day is already halfway over. I didn’t expect it to go by this fast” Moon said while rubbing his eye. “It really has gone by fast.” Once the children were up and awake Sun and Earth prepared for what she and Sun called drawing hour while Moon helped get snacks ready. 

During the drawing hour, many of the children drew Moon and asked Sun questions about Moon like if he had kids, how Sun knew him, and if Moon would be back again when the other Moon wasn’t around. Sun explained to the children he wasn’t sure if Moon would maybe one time come back or not and that Moon did not have kids. Some other questions were asked by the children about Moon which Sun tried to answer as best as he could. Eventually, Earth took over answering questions and not soon after she did Moon came in with the snacks for the children. 

Snack was held and Earth stayed with Moon giving Sun a break for a few moments which Sun took as a chance to check and see if Moon’s computer was done see what the problem was and see about some new things he was ordering for the daycare. Four hours later and the day ended. The Galaxy siblings cleaned up the daycare and Moon got some more food to eat before returning to the balcony. 

“Computer have you found out the problem yet?” Sun asked. He was hoping the computer had. “Yes, I have. The problem has been fixed it was a glitch in his outward image system. In the morning Moon will be back to normal.” Sun sighed grateful that Moon would be back to normal again. 

“So I actually had a plan before this happened to have a movie night with you and Earth would you still be up for that?” Moon asked unsure if Sun would rather charge or do something else. “I think a movie night would be a nice idea.” Moon smiled and picked out a movie for him, Sun, and Earth to watch. The movie was based on Star Trek and was the first of three movies. By the second movie Sun and Moon had fallen asleep halfway through while Earth was still awake.

 “Tell me computer there wasn’t a glitch was there? I feel like I heard Monty saying some day last week how he had a good plan for a prank on Sun and Moon.” Moon’s computer made what sounded like a laugh. “Yes, you are correct Ms.Earth. Monty did plan this. If he hadn’t he would have come by to see why Moon wasn’t in his tracking still. Will you tell Sun and Moon?” 

Earth shook her head no. “I’m fine with keeping it a secret so Monty doesn’t get their tail beat off by Sun and as long as it doesn’t stress either Sun or Moon out since you did call the problem a glitch. Just tell Monty I’m challenging him to golf next Tuesday and if they agree I won’t tell Sun and Moon.” The computer didn’t say anything but its system could be heard working. “I have told him Ms.Earth enjoy your night with your brothers.”