#I think these are getting longer... send help....

[mmmilkweed]

There's no winning with these people. I'm sorry you're going through this. You're getting dogpiled and don't have the brain capacity to write a full apology yourself, so you get a friend to help so you can address it quicker. People take this as insincerity. But if you'd taken enough time to gather yourself you'd be accused of trying to brush it off.

This is what I mean when I say they will never be satisfied. First it's a nothing burger white lily comic. Then it's the discord. You take steps to fix it. But people don't think you've groveled enough or in the right way, so now it's a nothing burger au about having an unrequited crush on your teacher. You apologize. You didn't grovel hard enough. Now they accuse your first two apologies of being fake. You write one yourself. You didn't grovel hard enough.

Humans are social, and rejection hits harder than acceptance. We're not really meant to be able to process this level of interaction. And getting brigaded by what feels like the entire fandom (it isn't. I know it feels like it is, but these are VERY online people) is gonna send your animal brain into panic mode. This will pass. Both the accusations and the feeling.

You'll get through this.

the first one WAS written by me, and then made to look 'professional' by my friends. The second, I kept stressing how I'm afraid of my words coming apart, like they have many times before, I'm sorry im using your kind message to talk about this, but i think i'll break again if i don't tell at least someone.

i was scared and i felt alone

i just woke up

is it so wrong that i took the help form a native english speaker?

I saw it only as a template, a structure to keep my wandering words at bay.

had i not taken the template and made it my own? I can't explain enough how i could not trust myself to find the words i needed, or the thoughts to express myself. The agony from a day before bleeding directly into the morning. Funny thing about that - today i woke up weeping, dreaming my apology hurt even more people. I'm already dreading going to bed tonight, knowing i'll wake up in the same state tomorrow. And here, have the notes of the first apology. The thoughts, the feelings are ALL MINE! I simply no longer trust myself to type them. Paranoia has me in its clutches, I'm looking over every word i type, even now, trying to see if there's a second meaning behind it.

Oh Anon, I'm sorry I'm using you as an excuse to vent about this, I really am.

I thought a lot, and i mean a lot about your message. I've cried several times about it now. ''and rejection hits harder than acceptance.''

Even though my discord was flooded with kindness, with messages that truly did help a little.. I still feel so utterly alone. I can't even look at my wife without feeling guilty. I can't look at my contemporaries without feeling like a wolf in sheeps clothing, even when so many of them told me they see i had no ill intentions. I went to church today - I could not stand before God, I stayed in my pew holding back tears. I begged for his forgiveness too, even when I know he knows my intentions were never to hurt anyone, even when I know he stood beside me through all of this. I feel like one of his lambs, left behind by the herd. No, not left behind. I am willingly staying behind because I'm afraid of hurting people again. There's only a small resemblance of peace within me, knowing He'll stay behind with me. I'm sorry, I know listening to religious people can be a trigger to some

i hope you can forgive the rant. I thought I could do well isolated, but i still find myself panicked and.. alone.

[all-purpose-dish-soap]

i hurt my own feelings by imagining how shark mer ghost's insomnia might get worse if remora mer reader got attacked/hurt by a predator while he was sleeping somewhere else

74 / part 2 of shark!141 after remora reader gets attacked

...

Ghost’s grip anchors you in place. His rough palm spans nearly across your back and reignites the sting of half-healed wounds. For a moment, to your sleep-deprived, terror-stricken, paranoid prey brain, he’s not Ghost—just a much larger mer with you trapped in his grip.

You twist, but it accomplishes nothing besides grinding your cheek further into the cold, cave-white sand floor.

"Stop squirming," he snarls. The command lacks its usual bite. The sand swirls around you both, stirred by the agitated flick of his tail. His grip tightens as you struggle. "You think I'm the one you need to fear? Look at you—panicking over shadows. You're damn lucky it's me and not some actual threat."

Your heart hammers in your chest. The first time you pluck up the courage to venture out into the water since the encounter with the barracuda mer--driven by hunger--and here's what it gets you.

"Breathe," Ghost orders. "Before you pass out and make this even more of a mess."

You go limp. "Are you gonna kill me?"

Ghost exhales sharply through his gills. "Shut up," he mutters. "If I wanted you dead, I'd be picking you out of my teeth." His thumb presses into the knotted muscle of your lower back, right where the deepest claw marks still ache. You skipped the fucking patrols. Skipped letting anyone check those wounds while you fussed over everyone else. That's what gets you killed. Ghost focuses on the most inflamed gash near your shoulder blade. Sand packed in the wound. Smell of rot starting to set in. A growl vibrates through his chest. Apparently you'd let it fester over accepting help.

Ghost dips his head and sinks his teeth into the junction of your neck and shoulder--not breaking skin, but applying enough pressure to freeze you in place. His tongue swipes harshly across the infected lacerations. Saltwater and enzymes sting through the detritus. He's... cleaning you. Roughly. Your fingers flutter and thread into wet sand. The dual sensation of pain and the unexpected intimacy send conflicting dizziness up your spine. This isn't right. You should be the one cleaning him.

The pressure of his jaw keeps you from jerking away. His free hand pins your wrist to the sand when your fingers twitch toward his ribs. Like you could ever push him off. You're hyperaware of his strong prey drive and your own instincts to freeze. You don't dare to even squirm. Still, his teeth press harder in a silent warning.

His tongue drags over the inflamed tissue again, methodical despite the violence of the gesture. The scrape of his rough tongue against your wounds burns—not just from the salt, but from the sheer wrongness of it. A shark mer shouldn’t be debriding a remora’s injuries. Shouldn’t be this close or handling you this way without intent to maim or breed. His teeth graze the edge of a half-scabbed gash, testing the give of the tissue. One sharp jerk of his head could tear it open. Instead, his tongue laps another stripe over the wound, slower this time.

Finally, the scrape of his teeth retreats to the safer press of his lips—still firm, still controlling, but no longer threatening to break skin. His grip on your wrist eases.

A shudder works through you. Not fear. Not quite.

He doesn’t lift his head until the marks are flush and pink with fresh irritation instead of festering neglect.

"Stay still."

Sand resettles around you as he reaches for a clump of nearby kelp and rips it free. His movements are efficient as he presses the kelp’s gel against the wounds to seal them.

So that's why he chased you into the cove at the edge of the kelp forest. You hadn't even noticed you were being corralled. You do your best to keep still and prone in the sand despite the overwhelming urge to peer at him over your shoulder. You focus on the sting of his rough healing instead.

Even when curiosity wins out, he doesn’t let you look. One broad hand presses between your shoulder blades to keep you down. The other works the kelp into the wounds with a clinical sort of brutality—no gentleness, just efficiency.

The kelp’s cool gel seeps into the inflamed tissue, to soothe the burn of his rough cleaning.

His voice is a low rumble against your spine. “You don’t get to hide in the reef and rot.” The words are harsh, but the way his other hand shifts to cradle the side of your neck—keeping your face from grinding into the sand—isn't.

He doesn’t elaborate, either. Just drags you upright by the scruff of your neck and shoves you toward the open water. “Swim. Before I decide you’re not worth the trouble.”

...

part 1 / [part 2] / part 3

more mer au / more Ghost / masterlist

[baigepueckers]

Caitlin Clark X Reader

Out of Frame Part 2

There’s a new hire shadowing you today…something about seasonal support for social media output, extra content now that the Fever are getting national attention. You hadn’t asked for help, but you’re polite about it, showing him the ropes. You’re patient, like always. Soft spoken. Encouraging.

And Caitlin hates him immediately.

She doesn’t even know his name. Just that he’s tall, fresh out of some communications program and absolutely useless with a camera. She can tell by the way he holds it…like it’s just equipment. Like he doesn’t care what he’s capturing.

But you’re kind to him. Too kind. Laughing at his awkward jokes. Walking him through the camera settings with that focused voice Caitlin’s heard a hundred times…usually when you’re beside her, mic clipped to her jersey, soft fingers brushing her collarbone.

Now those fingers are on his wrist, adjusting the lens grip. And Caitlin has to look away.

She doesn’t approach you during shootaround. Doesn’t trust herself to sound normal.

You’re there, camera slung across your chest, bouncing between angles. The new guy’s following behind, asking questions he should’ve Googled. You’re still smiling.

Caitlin hits three threes in a row and you don’t notice.

She does it again, louder this time, sneaker squeaks and net snaps echoing…but your back is turned, adjusting exposure with him beside you.

Her stomach twists.

After practice, she lingers in the locker room, earbuds in but no music playing. She watches through the open door as you pack your gear. You laugh at something the guy says again, nudging him with your shoulder.

It hits her like a punch.

Because she’s spent weeks trying to find excuses to stand near you. To say just enough without giving everything away. She’s memorized your expressions, your routines, your laugh. But he’s there..on day one..learning pieces of you Caitlin hasn’t figured out how to ask for.

And the worst part?

You look happy.

Later, when she finds you alone editing a highlight reel in the media lounge, she hesitates in the doorway. Your headphones are on. You don’t see her.

She almost turns around.

But then you glance up. Smile like nothing’s changed. Like her heart hasn’t been clawing at her ribcage all day.

“Hey” you say, warm and familiar. “Wanna help me pick music for this? I can’t decide if I should go hype or cinematic.”

She crosses the room before she realizes her legs are moving.

“I don’t get how you’re so calm after practice,” she says, voice tighter than usual. “I’d be dead.”

You laugh, spinning the laptop toward her. “Built different.”

She smiles, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. You don’t notice.

Or maybe you do…and you’re just too kind to say anything.

You talk through the edit. Your knees brush under the table. Her pulse won’t settle. She tries to act normal, but it’s harder today.

Because today, she realized how replaceable she might be to you.

She wants to ask, do you even see me like that?

She wants to say, I think about you all the time.

She wants to beg, please don’t look at him the way you look at me.

Instead, she says “Is he staying long?”

You glance over. “Who?”

“That new guy. Intern or whatever.”

You shrug. “Not sure. Just here to support. Why?”

She hesitates.

And for a moment, she thinks maybe she should tell you.

Not everything. But something.

Because this…whatever this is…it’s starting to tear at the edges of her focus, her sleep, her calm. And if she waits much longer, she’s going to drown in it.

But then your phone buzzes. A message. You smile at the screen.

She watches you type back, fast. Comfortable.

The moment slips away.

“Just wondering” she mutters.

And she leaves before she can ruin it.

That night, she drafts another message:

“It’s not nothing, what I feel when I’m around you.”

“Do you see me, or am I just another player in your lens?”

“Tell me I’m imagining this. Or don’t.”

She doesn’t send it.

She stares at it for an hour, thumb hovering over the send button. Rereads every word until they blur, until she can’t tell if they’re too much or not enough.

Because what if she’s wrong?

What if the smile you give her isn’t special? What if the softness in your voice isn’t for her, just part of who you are?

What if she says something and breaks whatever this is…this fragile, unspoken thing that makes you look up when she walks into a room, that keeps you sitting next to her when everyone else has gone home?

What if she ruins the only version of closeness she’s allowed to have?

So she backspaces.

Slowly. Line by line. Until the message is blank again, like it never existed.

She tosses her phone on the nightstand and rolls onto her back, staring at the ceiling like it might give her answers.

The apartment is dark, quiet.

Too quiet.

She keeps thinking about your laugh. The one you gave him earlier, easy and unguarded. And how close you stood. The way your eyes crinkled at something he said.

She tells herself she has no right to be jealous.

But jealousy doesn’t care about rights.

It lives in her chest now…tight and loud and impossible to ignore. It colors everything. It makes her doubt every moment she thought was something. Every glance, every smile, every lingering second where she swore she felt you feel it too.

And underneath it all is that same helpless thought…

She doesn’t know if you want her back.

She doesn’t know if she ever stood a chance.

So she does what she always does when she doesn’t know what to do…she writes it down.

Half thoughts. Feelings. A mess of sentences scrawled in her Notes app:

“She looks at me like I’m more than just a jersey sometimes.”

“I think I’d burn everything just to hear her say my name like that again.”

“Is it possible to fall for someone without ever touching them?”

It’s pathetic. It’s real. She saves it anyway.

And when she finally falls asleep, hours later, her phone is still face up on the pillow beside her.

Just in case you text.

Just in case you already know.

[purebarnes]

WE ARENT HEROS

synopis. when the thunderbolts lose a fight. or when reader gets in a heated argument with the team and bucky tries to calm you down

tags. arguments, yelling, reader is mean. yelena and ava are also mean. cursing. violence. angst with comfort, new teams are hard and they all have their reasons and are trying. reader is grieving.

pairings. bucky barnes x fem!thunderbolt

notes. I saw thunderbolts last night but if there are spoilers please don’t continue. this is a warning and i don’t want be yelled at so yeah. thanks!!

also short one. lol sorry

You just got your ass handed to yourself. You were a trained S.H.I.E.L.D agent and you have worked for them by stealing, destroying and even killing for them. But you still had lost a fight. You lost many but they didn’t care about your well being, they would’ve killed you before you could get to them.

Even though, you no longer associate with them, you can’t but help if you would’ve just stayed then maybe it would all work out the way it was supposed to. So you figured that you needed a way out and you took it. You killed and killed. A born killer.

Anyone who had hurt you, you made sure they wouldn’t hurt anyone again. The blood on your hands were drenching. You knew you weren’t a good person but you had no choice. You only did what you thought was right.

You regret ever touching S.H.I.E.L.D because you had hurt so many innocent people. They just manipulated you into thinking they were the bad ones.

When you had out, you were got back in so quickly. You had made quick allies with “the avengers” and fought beside them and soon became what you thought was a family. That was until your family had gotten killed.

Natasha who was your best friend had died.

Tony who had helped you again. To trust. Was dead.

Steve, who you admired to death had died.

You had no one. They all were dead but that was until you got asked to help Sam Wilson. He needed you and you helped him but as a consequence from that, they took away your only light you had left. You had a twin. They had been murdered in your home.

You didn’t understand the purpose of fighting. You had gone to their grave one evening, placing their favorite flowers on the headstone. Until you saw a women who had came up to you one day, telling you that she hoped you’d work for her.

Grunts came out, “That was just great.” Grabbing your knife that you had tried to use but poorly executed and stuck it behind your back pocket.

To say it was a shit show was an understatement.

You groaned, “That was fucking horrible.” John stated.

You rolled your eyes, looking behind.

“Shut up. You all were horrible.” You scoffed.

Ava grunted, “Like you were any better.”

“If you’d go when i said then we wouldn’t have last so fucking badly. But you don’t listen. None of you do.” You stated looking at all of them.

“That’s cause it was a shit plan.” Yelena mumbled.

“Yeah? If i recall you got your ass beat the second you got to them.”

“That’s because I suck! But I’m not blaming anyone- can we all just maybe relax?”

You groaned, “Please. Shut the fuck up Alexei. I’m tired of hearing your voice and the jokes you think are funny.”

Yelena tensed. “Don’t speak to him like that.” Walking slowly towards you, lowering her eyes and sending daggers towards you.

John shook his head, “Okay. Stop. We are a team, we are trying. They kicked your ass also.”

You looked straight ahead, “Oh please. This is a shitty team.”

Bucky looking at everyone tearing eachother up.

“You aren’t any better. You fucking bitch.” Ava spoke up.

“Ava, you are a horrible person. All of you are. You all can’t do anything right.”

“You suck. I hate you all.

“My jokes are funny.”

“That’s enough.”Bucky spoke up finally after hearing everything everyone had said about each other. Putting his hand on your shoulder, “Let’s cool off. Please.” He pleaded looking at you softly.

Yelena scoffed, “Yeah, defend her like you always do.”

Ava took a step back. “It’s always her against us. What’s new?”

You scrunched your nose, “Fuck you. Both of you.” You spat, “I’m out of here. Screw this.”

You spoke turning around immediately and walking away towards who knows what, out in the back you could heard faint arguing.

“Really?”

“Bucky, you always do this. You always take her side.”

“I don’t always take her side.” He defended.

“Yeah right. It’s like she can do no wrong-”

“That’s not true..”

“Bucky, you do tend to take her side most of the time.” John added quietly.

“Maybe cause they are lovers?” Alexei inquired. Looking to see everyone’s head turn towards the older man.

Bucky scowled, “I’m not- That’s not what I’m doing. You shouldn’t be fighting. All of you. Look, she just gets that way…”

“Right. Say that to someone who cares.” Ava muttered, her arms locking tight across her chest. Shoulders pulled, Bucky sighed slowly.

“Ava, it’s not like that. She just needs time..”

“You give her so much time! You still treat us second to her and I’m done.” She yelled.

“Go ahead and go to her. You were going to anyway.” Ava added before her eyebrows had knitted together and her forehead creased.

Yelena paused, “You said we were a team.” Walking towards a small bench were Ava soon would join her.

John and Alexei soon had been next to Bucky’s side, “Go to her. We will stay with them.”

Bucky mouthed a ‘thank you’

Bucky had went towards the way you had gone, took like 5 minutes but he did find you.

“Hey. Please, stop walking away.” Calling out your name, you ignored and kept walking until you spoke up.

“Leave me alone Bucky.” Hoping over a gate as he kept calling your name.

“Doll.” He begged as you stop suddenly.

Your eyelids pulled tight, your gaze turned into a dagger. “Don’t. You don’t get to do that. Not after everything.”

“You didn’t even call. Bucky..” Your voice breaking slightly at him, “I lost my family. Steve, Natasha and Tony. Then found my twin dead at my home.”

“And you fucking left. You didn’t call me or anything.” Pointing your finger at him, like he was the one that tortured you.

He sighed at you, his eyes closing. Looking at you with soft eyes, “I’m sorry. I didn’t know if you wanted me.”

“Of course. That’s all I wanted.”

“I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.” Tears forming as they fell down, “I’m hurting.” You gasped as he went to engulf you in a hug, arms wrapping around you waist not letting go.

“Buck, I’m so lost. I’m not a good person. Ava was right.” Muffled into Bucky’s shirt, knowing that you stained it with tears but he didn’t care. All he needed to know was that you were okay.

“She just was upset. Maybe you can make up and apologize. Both of you.” He said, making sure you understood that you both have your reasons and feelings.

You nodded. “I can do that.”

“Good. Let’s go back.”

That night, you had gone into the kitchen to grab a cup of tea. Grabbing the kettle, you heard a shuffle and you turned to see a women who you needed to speak but understood that there was tension in the air.

She looked away and reached for an apple. She had walked towards the fridge when you gave her semi smile, you understand that you were were mad and hurt but you probably didn’t need to say those harsh things.

“Hey.” You uttered grabbing a tea bag.

Ava blinked. “Sup.” Her tone clearly reflected the way she had felt.

“I’m sorry, Ava. I shouldn’t have said those things to you- you said it to everyone.” She interrupted.

“I know. And I feel so bad. I was just hurting and let that all on you. I didn’t mean it.”

Ava kept her hands in her pocket, crossing her arms together. “Well I don’t care.” She honestly felt.

You cleared your throat, “Ava. Please, I don’t want to fight with you.”

“Well you started it.”

“But I’m trying to end it. You are my friend- nice way of showing it.” She scoffed at you,

“You are. What I did was not okay but I don’t want to lose you. You are my friend.”

“What?” Ava tensed, looking at you.

“I don’t want to lose you.. I care so much about you. You do know that right?”

Ava let out a loud cough, “No one has said that to me. I guess that I care about you.. also. A lot.”

You grinned widely, walking close to her. “Oh. You love me!”

Ava scrunched her eyebrows in disbelief. “No. I said care.”

You shook your head, “A lot. Is what you said.” Ava then rolled her eyes at you but couldn’t help but smile at you, “Whatever.”

“I love you too.” You said softly reaching for her and hugging her tightly before letting go.

Ava scratched her neck nervously, “So I might had been a little dramatic and did something.”

You tilted your head, “What?”

“Well I was still mad at you.. so don’t go into the meeting room. I might of borrowed Yelenas knife to poke holes in your photo.”

You gave her a weary look, “Cool. I deserve it..” laughing it off and walking to get a mug.

“And also. I may have been a little dramatic to Bucky. So if he says anything just know, I’m sorry.”

You nodded.

“I will definitely not ask him.”

“He tells you everything. Please.”

“Not everything- he’s in your room isn’t he?”

You scoffed, trying to not get caught. “He- he is not- shut up!” Your cheeks turning red immediately as you ran away to your room.

“Your tea!” Ava shrugged as she took it and turned to her room sipping on it, few seconds of blowing on it. She couldn’t help but smile at her family she had gotten.



[anneangel]

Are the dynamics of Crowley and Aziraphale's relationship unhealthy?

It's quite enlightening to watch Good Omens season 2 knowing the ending, because Aziraphale and Crowley's behavior in the first episode already tells us why they act the way they do in the end.

In the first episode of the second season, Aziraphale is the kind person who is dedicated to doing what is fair and sensible, even if it gets him in trouble, and even if it can get him in hurt, he does what he thinks is right. You see, he is the one who decides that he will help Gabriel, even though Gabriel has been snobbish and cruel to him from the beginning, when the archangel arrives defenseless at his door, Aziraphale decides to welcome him immediately, without thinking about the consequences that will come. Aziraphale is a true angel, so to speak.

On the other hand, Crowley is more practical than kind, and he doesn't see a problem in being that way. He's a demon, it's 'ok' for him. For him the situation is easy, he simply wants to "send" Gabriel far away. Crowley is almost selfish, it doesn't matter that Gabriel is in trouble and needs help, Gabriel's not his friend, he doesn't like him, so Crowley doesn't see himself as having an obligation to help him. Crowley only cares about himself and the people he loves (Aziraphale), in the logic of "I only care about you and me" (us).

They have an communication problem when using "exactly." Aziraphale wants to help Gabriel "exactly" because he has no friends who can help him. But Crowley doesn't want to help "exactly" because they are not Gabriel's friends and it is his own fault for not having any friends.

Aziraphale is firm in his decision to do what he thinks is right (keep Gabriel, regardless of the problems that may arise from it), while Crowley wants to do what is easier and more practical for both of them (send Gabriel away so they can continue to live their lives, without problems).

Aziraphale claims that he will help Gabriel regardless of Crowley's help. And says that if he won't accept the idea, he can leave. And Crowley does!

That's exactly what happened in the end. Aziraphale, when given the option to go to heaven, saw it as an opportunity to do the right thing, to better deal with the "fights" between heaven and hell, and to protect the earth. He assumes that by being in a higher position, he will be able to do more. He is being an angel, he thinks he can do good, more and better, if he accepts the position offered.

On the other hand, Crowley is not interested in the supposed greater good that they can achieve if they go to heaven. He is more practical. For him, things are very simple. Heaven and hell don't matter, he doesn't like either and doesn't see why he has to ally himself with one or the other, even earth may no longer be a viable option for him, all that matters is him and those he loves. For him, it is normal to suggest that Aziraphale stay with him and that they both run away. An "us", just like Gabriel and Beelzebub, an "us" that doesn't involve the others.

They have a communication problem again, Aziraphale wants to go to heaven "exactly" because he believes he can do more for the earth from there. But Crowley doesn't want to go "exactly" because he doesn't believe in that.

This is the dynamic of S2E1, when Aziraphale does what he thinks is right, while Crowley wants to do what is best for "us" only.

We know that, after seeing that he won't persuade Aziraphale (even after kissing him and everything), and knowing that he won't accept Aziraphale's idea (about going with him to heaven), Crowley leaves. But let's remember what happened before… In S2E1 Crowley returns when he realizes that Aziraphale could get into "a lot of trouble", it's because he cares about Aziraphale, that's why he returns.

He doesn't help Gabriel because he really wants to, he helps Gabriel because he loves Aziraphale enough to give up his own will and do what Aziraphale needs him to do, he gives in and does what Aziraphale wants. So he returns (because Aziraphale needs him, and because Crowley loves him, he wouldn't stop helping his angel), and he is also the one who apologizes (for being the one who selfishly suggested not helping and abandoning Gabriel. Aziraphale, being the angel that he is, was taking the right stance of trying to help Gabriel, even if it was inconvenient and difficult. Crowley recognizes this, and that's when he realizes that Aziraphale is right, because Aziraphale is using higher principles, of kindness and empathy. And because of that, Crowley recognizes that he was wrong: he wanted to do what was easy and what was best for him [for both of them, for "us"], instead of helping Gabriel).

On the other hand, at the end of S2E6, Crowley walked out the door and didn't come back. Aziraphale, in this view, doesn't abandon Crowley. It was Crowley who abandoned Aziraphale, when he refused to go along with Aziraphale's plan. Aziraphale, by going with Metatron, is just moving forward, just doing what he told Crowley he would do, go to heaven. It's Crowley who doesn't back down. This time, unlike S2E1, he can't give up his own will. He can't give in. He can't tell himself that he's wrong, not this time. So he hopes Aziraphale will then go back. he hopes that this time it will be Aziraphale who gives in and backs down. And we know that this doesn't happen, because he enters the elevator.

I would be very angry if in the final special/movie, Crowley was the one who changed his mind and helped Aziraphale, realizing that he needed to do so. I would also be angry if he was the one who did the "apology dance/ I was wrong dance". Because if something like that happens, it will be a replica of what happened in S2E1.

The big issue is that, for a proper conclusion, it would be good for them to have adequate communication. And also that it not be limited to "one being right and the other wrong".

A healthy relationship cannot be based on "one being right and the other wrong", this is a toxic structure that both learned from the "Heaven vs. Hell" dynamic, and are replicating in their relationship without realizing it.

So it's not interesting that Crowley does the apology dance, nor that Aziraphale does it. They need to talk and apologize for hurting each other (because they both got hurt from that situation).

They both have to learn that they need true and honest communication, respect for each other's individual boundaries, and that yes, they must support each other and have confidence in the relationship dynamics they have…

… But for this trust to exist, they need to learn to value each other's individuality (there can't be this thing of one having to be right and the other wrong, being in a relationship is understanding that your partner won't always have the same opinion as you, and that's okay, you shouldn't try to make the other the 'the wrong' in the situation because of that, nor make he/her/they feel inferior or degraded by having to apologize), they will also have to learn to never do anything that affects each other's self-esteem (like when Crowley calls Aziraphale an idiot, fool, naive [or any epithet that suggests something like that], or when Aziraphale infers that Crowley's status as a Demon makes him inferior or terrible [whether when he does it jokingly, or when Aziraphale suggests that Crowley could be something better if he went back to being an angel]).

In other words, in a healthy relationship, both people should look out for each other's well-being, even when they are not in tune, even when they are expressing divergent opinions, even when the other person is not acting/being/doing what you want.

If there is a problem to be discussed, they should acknowledge each other's points of view, respectfully and trying to put themselves in each other's shoes, and find a solution that satisfies both, without one dominating the other, without saying anything that affects each other's self-esteem and individuality.

This is the dynamic of a healthy relationship, and unfortunately Crowley and Aziraphale do not seem to have this yet (as much as we hope they understand each other and are happy, they need to learn all this to be a healthy and exemplary couple). Will they be able to achieve this?

[bie-tch]

Very rough outline of my monstrosity au. I call it Odyssey!Kai. Yes it's an epic the musical pun. I'm very happy with it

Oooo been thinking about this for a hot minute. Was in my drafts for longer.

In this one, Kai doesn't find the bounty. Nya does. So she finds Lloyd first and traverses the merged lands for information. This, of course, creates irreparable damage to our boy. He does not go home early this time.

The imperium arc goes different too, Lloyd getting sentimental seeing Wyldfyre, her being fire adjacent and all. After they get back to the Monastery, Zane actually becomes Wyldfyres mentor. The reason is that he finds her endearing and sees himself in her (not knowing who you are or where you came from). I have concept art rotting in my gallery, but it's not done yet sowy.

S2 has 4 major changes. Wyldfyre is slightly calmer, Lloyd has visions of both the bloodmoon and a mysterious figure cloaked in fur and blood (that he can't help but feel pain for, he doesn't know why), Nya learns dragon rising technique first, and Cole gets sacrificed instead of Kai. Besides that, mostly the same. Maybe they struggle a bit with the Ras showdown, but it ends the exact same way with Nokt free.

S2 p2 has the most differences. For one, Geo and the finders live with the ninja now. He feels guilty for letting Cole 'die' like that, so he's thrown himself into training.

Next, Cole isn't doing that bad in the ns. He's got bonzle, and enough stories to last a lifetime. He's fine.

Zane and Wyldfyre bond more. He tells her about Kai, and how they'd get along, and she is ecstatic. Another fire user, how exciting!

Arin and sora are still looking for his parents. Still find the matriarch.

Meanwhile, Kai has all but lost it. He isn't insane, but his morals have all but been destroyed. The only thing he cares about is getting back to his family, and anything and anyone that comes in between that has died or burned to death. The guardian dragon and fire knight mech are his permanent companions, and respect his decision to change his values. One cannot survive being in the land of the monsters without becoming one themselves, anyway.

The tournament of sources plays out the exact same. Although, when Jay and Nya fight, he actually comes very close to winning. That is, until a fire ball the size of a car chucks Jay into the nearest wall.

When the source dragons send out those little messages for each elemental master, Kai actually gets one since he hasn't encountered ras yet. The messenger dragon leads him out of the realm of monsters, but it's still pretty far. He gets there, but it takes a day or two. Or three. That's why he's late.

The reunion is short-lived, as he's arrested for interfering with a match. At least attempted to. You cant really try when He destroys all the bots faster than you can blink. Oh yeah, the guardian dragon and fire knight mech are there too. So.

He beelines to Nya, hat and mask coming off, and they hug in a mess of limbs on the floor. Theres sobbing, and its not from the girl I'll tell you.

That's all I have so far. Will update hehehehe

[rc-catalog]

It's that time again—our Creator of the Month event is back in full swing!

Our April Creator of the Month is @cursedbycain! 🎉 Please join us in giving a big round of applause to Aditi for her incredible creativity and contributions—this spotlight is so well deserved! 🌟 To help you get to know her better, we’ve put together a short interview where she shares a little bit about herself and her work ✨! Welcome to the COTM hall of fame, Aditi! We’re so excited to celebrate you this month and beyond! 🫶

💬 1) INTRODUCE YOURSELF! Tell us a little bit about who you are—not just your name, but what inspires you, what you love, and how you would describe yourself beyond your creations !!

🎤: I’m Aditi! I’m in my 20’s and I’m Indian Canadian! I am a chronic gym rat and probably the most annoying morning person you will ever meet. I love all things makeup/fashion/skincare and of course, Cain is basically the loml, despite being a blonde. My main inspiration is of course my loves Elle and Agatha (@kazu-naito and @agattthaa respectively). I make a lot of things either for them or because of them and I could probably talk about them forever so I’ll cut myself off here! There isn’t much else to know about me, pretty much all I do is gym, study, write, and clean. My friends like to refer to me as “insane” but i prefer “organized” so if that doesn’t sum it up, I’m not sure what will.

💬 2) WHEN AND HOW DID YOU FIRST DISCOVER ROMANCE CLUB? What drew you in, and what made you stay? Were there particular characters, stories, or moments that left a mark on you?

🎤: So my first interactive romance game was actually the Love Island game, and because of my interest in that subreddit, Reddit suggested the Romance Club sub! So I downloaded the app, started a story, instantly disliked the artstyle, and then forgot about it for a month! Then I tried it again and started with KFS for the Indian culture, fell absolutely HEAD over heels for Ram, and I was hooked! Funnily enough, I started playing during a diamond rush and thought the free diamond choices was some crazy glitch. But finding out that they have these events was so incredible that I couldn’t stop playing.

💬 3) HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN CREATING? Can be both RC related and in general! what first sparked your passion for it? Think back: when did you realize you wanted to create—whether it was writing, art, or something else?

🎤: In general—we’re coming up on probably 6 or 7 years? I have ALWAYS loved reading and when I discovered fanfic and how much I loved reading fics, I started to constantly come up with ideas and send them to people in asks (this has not changed) and eventually I would think—well instead of sending requests for other people to write things…why don’t I just write it myself? And then I did! I’ve been writing on and off since then, for various fandoms and people and I’ve always loved the outlet it gives me! For RC—I am quite new to the fandom in all honestly, I started playing right around the Feb update and I didn’t start making content until late March/beginning of April! I love participating in fandoms and this one is a bit smaller than I am used to, which meant not nearly enough fics to satisfy my insane urges, so I figured I would write some!! So technically I’ve been creating for a month but wow, it feels so much longer.

💬 4) DO YOU REMEMBER YOUR FIRST EVER CREATION? Again, can be RC related or in general! What was it, how did it feel to bring it to life, and looking back now, how do you feel about it?

🎤: I have a vague memory of my first fic, but it is so horrible that I’m gonna talk about my first RC creation instead! I started with a CainLane fic (who could’ve guessed) after yapping in Elle’s inbox about them for a month! I sent her an anon about the idea around the end of March, and then I wrote it! It was basically a fic about Lane being trapped in Baal’s domain and her small interactions with Cain! It was a random idea that came to me, and writing it was actually really satisfying! Characterizing Cain was slightly challenging since it was my first time writing him, and I hate writing things that are OOC, but after some satisfying workshopping, it turned out quite nicely! I hadn’t written fanfiction in about a year, and it shows in that fic, but honestly I still like the way it turned out!

💬 5) IS THERE A PIECE OF ADVICE YOU WOULD GIVE TO YOUR YOUNGER CREATIVE SELF? Or readers in general?

🎤: This is gonna sound so cheesy, but have fun!! I used to literally burn myself out trying to stick to scheduled fic postings and crazy challenges, and writing would almost feel like a chore? Don’t let that happen to you. Above all, creating should make YOU happy. Even if something gets no notes, if you’re proud of it and creating it made you feel good, it’s a win. Everytime my friends mention their “flops” (oh yeah I’m calling you out) I wanna shake them because it really does not matter! NEVER let that kind of stuff discourage you. Focus on creating things that fulfill YOU and not others, because as wonderful as external validation feels, internal validation is so much more important.

💬 6) CHOOSE 3-5 OF YOUR FAVOURITE WORKS AND RAMBLE AWAY! We want all the behind-the-scenes thoughts: What do these pieces mean to you? What inspired them? Were there any struggles you faced while creating them? What emotions or memories are tied to them now?

🎤: Giving me permission to yap is so dangerous of you guys, alright lets do this! In no particular order:

Haircut - Cain x Lane — This fic holds a very special place in my heart because domestic fics are my absolute favourite. I also consider this to be my first proper CainLane fic since it’s in third person and more in character. Like many of my fics, it was inspired by something Elle said about how hilariously well groomed they are in HSR. It was such a funny idea, giving an immortal angel a haircut in the middle of a literal apocalypse that I just really wanted to bring it to life! Sometimes I find it hard to characterize Lane in relaxed moments like this, since the poor girl is always so stressed but it fell into place quite well! I also LOVE to incorporate found family moments of the squad into my fic and I pictured the ending of this one a lot. This fic is still so comforting to me and I honestly love it.

Rooftop - Cain x Lane — You know, you might as well call this interview an ode to Elle with the way she’s inspired all of my stuff. Once again, this is all her doing. I was halfway through my treadmill routine when I checked tumblr and saw her message and damn near fell off. No good morning message, just “lol, imagine lane finds cain crying alone and he immediately puts the mask back on when he notices”. There was nothing funny about this, I cannot believe she started this with lol. Anyways, I had already been left wanting by the rooftop scene in the update (seriously, we couldn’t get a kiss or something?), so I figured I would, in fact, write the loml crying because well, everyone needs a good cry. This was my first time writing Cain being vulnerable, and it took some workshopping. He’s such a guarded character, and crying felt almost OOC for him, so I wanted to make it feel right, which I think I managed! This one really does mean a lot to me. I really enjoy writing vulnerable moments like this, especially with Cain. As Agatha likes to say, he’s just a doll Elle likes to poke and I have joined her in said poking.

Eternity - Cain x Lane — Okay this is just embarrassing now uh this is ALSO inspired by Elle. She told me to make him cry again and I said “well, give me a reason” and she did, and I wrote it in less than two days. So this is probably the best fic I’ve ever written. I wanted to extend the scene where Cain visits her in s2 and sleeps on her lap, and just flesh it out. Elle, of course, brought up Lane’s mortality and how Cain would think about that and his feelings about it. Of course, the thought of this made me cry, and then I wrote him crying. I’ve never written a fic this descriptive and like flowery. It made me really nervous, but I loved the way it turned out. I probably edited it over 10 times to get all the metaphors and feelings of pain in there. Cain is a really complex character, which is part of the reason I love writing him, but it also means I am always doubting my characterization of him. With some lovely help from Agatha, I managed to work out his crying in a rather beautiful way, if I do say so myself. I honestly find myself rereading this fic whenever I’m particularly in a sad mood and just want to wallow a bit. The ending always makes me feel better though, and I always come back to it.

Unlocked - Yan x Lane — This is probably one of the fics I reread the most. I may be a dmitryan truther but don’t get me wrong…Dmitry can’t handle all that and I can! I honestly just love Yan, I think he’s such a sweet character and I just really wanted to expand on this small moment we got in the update. In a book like HSR I am always cravingggg these happy moments so this was a very self indulgent fic. The premise of this one was very random tbh, I kinda just let it come to me as I was writing. Normally I have a vague plot when I start a fic but with this one I was just like, well he’ll get in there and figure it out. I wanted there to be some smut but it didn’t feel right in the context of the scene. I was also very nervous writing this one because there are no YanLane fics on here, so I was really going in blind. Normally, I like to read a few fics to see how other people characterize who I’m writing about before I do my take. I was honestly surprised this did well, I didn’t realize YanLane was popular at all. But more importantly, I really like it! It’s a very comforting soft fic for me to reread.

Hate me harder - Cassiel x Audrey (18+) — Okay a wonderful change of pace here, this one was for Agatha not Elle! She tolerates so much CainLane from the both of us that I had to write this for her. She made a post about how Cassiel and Audrey should have slept together in season 1, and I was just very inspired by it? I think that’s my favourite thing about writing, if I want something to happen, I can just write it happening. The scene in the hallway where he tells her, “I’m gonna lock you in a closet” was genuinely so funny to me. They have such good chemistry in that first season, I love a good enemies to lovers moment. I hadn’t written full smut in a long time so I actually had to go back and consult some of my old smut fics and jog my memory a bit! But the banter during the sex was actually really easy to write, I really enjoyed that part of it. I don’t reread this one as often but I do really like it. I hope to write more for them but their dynamic doesn’t come to me as easily as CainLane and YanLane, which is probably because I’ve played HSR almost ten times now. But ABH is definitely a banger for me so I’m excited to see the ending and write some more Audriel.

🌟 Thank you so much for joining us, Aditi, and for sharing your incredible creativity with us! Your work has truly enriched the RC fandom, and we’re so grateful for everything you’ve contributed. Keep creating, inspiring, and making this community even more amazing! And a huge thank you to you, the reader!! You help us keep the catalog going strong. We appreciate you being a part of this amazing journey! 💛

[musicfeedsmysoul12]

AU Where Bakugou never finds out about OFA and genuinely believes that Izuku is using a support item/items as a slight against him, Katsuki believes that Deku tricked everyone into believing the quirkless boy has a quirk.

"There is seriously something wrong with Bakugou," Shouta said. Hizashi looked up at their husband.

"What did the kid do now?" they asked.

"He is still yelling about Midoriya faking a Quirk," Shouta sighed. He sat down beside them. "I'm exhausted trying to convince him that he isn't."

"I don't understand how he'd think that," Hizashi said. "I mean, Midoriya is a false negative, but like... how?"

"If Midoriya could fake a Quirk that well, I'd help cover it up," snorted Shouta. "Nezu would help."

"I would too," Hizashi admitted. "It would be amazing."

"I would love that." Shouta agreed. He sighed. "We have to deal with Bakugou though."

"You going to pull him from 1A?" Hizashi asked.

"I might have to. Hound Dog is saying he isn't responding, so he wants to send him to an actual therapist," Shouta sighed. "If we don't hear him getting better by finals..."

"It takes a lot longer for mental health," Hizashi said.

"I know that, you know that, parents will accept it without a fight so we have a reason to pull him," Shouta said. "Maybe it'll click if he fails his last exam."

"Going to pull that?" Hizashi asked. They didn't often purposely set someone up to fail the final in a way to teach them a lesson. If Shouta thought that it was needed...

They might actually need to pull him if it doesn't shock him.

[haloshattered]

I love VTM but I think my least favorite thing about the way they do the embrace is that the banes and all the bad things are supposed to take hold immediately. These are vampires. Theyre immortal. Let it take time, and it will be so much more horrifying.

Let the new Nosferatu scratch their head two nights in and a chunk of hair falls out. They look in the mirror three nights later and realize how much thinner their skin has gotten, and they touch their jaw carefully, and a strip of skin peels away to reveal the jaw underneath.

Let the new Malkavian be so so so paranoid because they KNOW whats coming, but by a month in, nothing seems to have happened. And theyre so worried, but theyre hoping against the universe that please, maybe they'll be the exception. Maybe they wont fall to the voices. And then they get home and talk to their friend about their worries, and after a little while, they feel relieved. The friend helps, so they keep talking to them. A few months go by and they are happy that they were worried over nothing, and they never even realize theyve been talking to the walls this whole time.

Let the new Ventrue have to figure out their blood limitation themselves. Their first few nights or weeks, they can drink whatever, but slowly the curse sets in. They drink some blood and immediately puke it up. They drink another type and break out in hives. Another sends them into torpor. But they HAVE to keep going. They have to find what they CAN drink, because until they do, they'll feel nothing but hunger and pain and rage and suffering. And the longer it takes to find it, the worse the wrong ones will be

Let the banes take time to take hold! I think thats significantly more interesting than everything just happening all at once all in one night, especially since these are immortal beings we're talking about. The horror of the vampire is supposed to be that all of the suffering is eternal. Let this take some time too.

[deadn30n]

ok well, now that i've organized my thoughts and had a few days to myself to marinate, here's what i'm planning on doing with my blog. because let's face it; i overwhelmed myself, and i know it may not have looked that way bc i haven't been all that active ( but that's thanks to my wrist ) but every time i looked at my drafts and asks, i wanted to explode. so

i'm doing a complete cleanup

i'll be clearing up some of my followers, mostly people who've not shown interest, and people that are inactive. i'll be sb'ing just in case there's someone i do sb who wants to interact, they're free to refollow. so if i break mutuals but you wanna write, just refollow i really don't mind.

i'm going to be focusing primarily on plotted interactions from here on out. i think i made mention of this before but just in case, plotted is the best way to go. as well as that, asks will also be the best method of writing with me. i don't necessarily mind spontaneous stuff  ( unless i've specifically asked for it, like i liked a starter call for example )  but i definitely function better when it's pre-plotted, even if it's just a skeleton outline of a plot. something basic to get the ball rolling, it doesn't have to be anything extravagent or heavily thought out.

i've cleaned up my askbox and deleted things i didn't feel i had muse for. there's still plenty in there, but i'll be reblogging memes and stuff periodically. feel free to send me memes even if we've never written before, or already have multiple threads. i literally Do Not Care i love answering asks. just specify muse(s) if needed!

likewise, i'm going to be dropping a good chunk of threads, mostly stuff that wasn't plotted ahead of time. there's some exceptions of course, which i've already messaged people about, but ye. if i dropped something we had this doesn't mean i don't want to write with you, it just means that i wasn't feeling what we had going but i'm open to starting something new. also, as a note, i'd really prefer shorter stuff if possible just bc long threads take the wind out of me but i'm still very much open to writing longer stuff as long as you don't mind it taking me more time to reply.

i'll be making more effort to make the first move. more than likely just sending in memes whenever i see you reblog some, that sort of stuff. if you aren't ok with that, i'd recommend sb'ing me! ( or hb'ing if that's ur thing )

i'm making minor adjustments to my writing style  &&  formatting. so if it seems a little odd from time to time, it's just bc i'm experimenting.

i think it's safe to say that at the moment, my heaviest muses are my SVSSS characters ( Shen Qingqiu, Luo Binghe, Yue Qingyuan, Liu Qingge ), and my HSR characters  ( Welt, Aventurine, Dan Feng, Phainon, Jiaoqiu ). i'm absolutely open to plotting with other characters of mine, this is just something to keep in mind. i know it sounds bad i just can't help it sadflkjghdslfjk they're the loudest right now i fear

i think that's it? i'm making some minor adjustments to my muse list in a few, taking away some characters  &&  adding in some that i didn't have listed before. i've got to update links and shit too but i'll worry about that tomorrow LOL.

if this change of mine doesn't tickle your vibe feel free to sb / hb as desired, i just want to be transparent and straightforward with how i'm handling my blog so i don't overwhelm myself again !

[kaeso4ka]

Hi... I don't know if you're going to answer, but I want to know what would happen if Optimus met a Cybertronian version of his human. He would be curious about them.

Pairing: yandere! TFP! Optimus Prime x cybertronian! reader

Hi! Thank you so much for the idea for the plot. I really hope I was able to implement it well. I would like to take this opportunity to ask you to send me requests. I really enjoy writing them!

You are a regular resident of Cybertron, somewhat sympathetic to the Decepticons. Your alt-mod doesn't make you the slaggiest of slags, but you still can't even look up to the Senate staff.

When war breaks out, you feel a strange joy. You want to join the Decepticons, but you're not sure you can kill. I suppose you could be a propagandist?

But none of that matters, because your alternate mode is a Seeker, and your city is occupied by the Autobots. Mobilization begins.

Military mobilization doesn't care if you want to fight or not. You will fight for the Autobots, and if you don't, you will be killed and your spare parts will be given to those who want to fight. Maybe that's not what good guys do, but there are no good guys in war.

When there's a knock at your door, you're ready to say yes.

To fight on the side of the Autobots is to betray yourself. But to try to help the Decepticons is to condemn yourself to torture. You're thinking.

And then the years go by. You still don't betray the Autobots, but you don't become an ideological associate. Centuries pass, and you realize that the Decepticons are no longer who they were. Or have they always been that way?

It all comes down to one battle. You're fighting a Decepticon Seeker for some kind of relic. The air battle rattles around, and you think you're going to die.

But you win. It's far from your first victory for this war, but it's one of the most impressive. So it's not strange that you're being presented for an award.

You've been summoned to the capital, Iacon, for this. And it's Optimus Prime himself who's presenting you with the award.

You could have been so gracious and tried to please the commander-in-chief and ruler of Cybertron, but instead, you limit yourself to pleasantries. You don't like Prime's company, you don't like his intense stare or the strange intonation in his voice.

Yes, you absolutely do not like Optimus Prime. You're not enamored with Autobot propaganda, and you know that almost all of the Primes in the history of the planet have been slags.

After the awards ceremony, you want to get back to the front - or somewhere else, away from Iaokon. But suddenly you receive a notification. You are now officially on vacation.

You try to find out the details, but all the bots around you shrug their shoulders. Orders from above, that's what they say.

And then you find some very expensive energon in your compartment. It's a gift. At least that's what the accompanying note says.

The expensive energon goes in the trash. You weren't born yesterday and you know you could be poisoned. Perhaps Decepticon intelligence could do it.

But… No. It's not the Decepticons. The strange handouts continue, and you begin to suspect you have a secret admirer. The gifts seem unnecessarily expensive, but surprisingly more necessary than expensive energon. Most recently, you were given a collection of ancient scriptures that you have long dreamed of.

Your vacation ends, but you don't have time to leave for the front. You are broken into by mechs and detained afterward. You're accused of treason. The reason for this is the old letters you wrote in support of the Decepticon movement.

You're not tortured, but you are put in solitary confinement. No lawyer. No court-martial. Just mute imprisonment.

Solitude doesn't kill you. You just think you should have done a better job of cleaning up your messes.

And then Optimus Prime comes to see you in person.

Your conversation. Strange. It's not a conversation between the accused and the accuser, between a criminal and a judge, between a subordinate and a superior, between a simple Cybertronian and the second to Prime. It's just a dialog on a near-political topic. Prime seems to be interested in your opinion.

You try to answer carefully. You choose your words so that you don't get the death penalty in your sentence.

Instead of a sentence, by the end of the dialog, all you get is an offer to become Optimus Prime's personal secretary.

And it's not so much an offer as an ultimatum. You're still charged with treason.

And you accept.

And after that, you are no longer at war, but living in the Prime's palace, Iaokna.

Your new job doesn't involve mortal danger, but it doesn't make it any safer. The charges against you have been dropped, but everyone around you knows you're an unreliable element.

Optimus Prime alone believes you.

You sense a catch. You could pretend it's okay, but you're not stupid. You can put two and two together.

Optimus Prime is paying attention to you. Quite openly. Quite specific.

Then you understand everything. The expensive gifts, the accusations of infidelity, Prime's strange behavior… You're in big trouble.

You try to hint to Optimus that you're very pleased, very flattered, very embarrassed, but you can't be with Prime. You're even willing to go back to war - or accept a harsh sentence, but definitely not to be paired with that mech.

Because you're still against the Prime dictatorship.

Because you're intimidated by Optimus.

Because, in the end, what you value most is freedom and honesty. Prime has taken both away by soft force.

At the end of it all, Optimus offers you to be his conjunx endura.

You say no, even though you realize that you definitely have no power over your destiny now.

From that day begins a long escape across cities, planets, and galaxies. So long that one day you fall into stasis, and wake up after millennia on planet Earth, inhabited by organics.

And there you meet the one you've been running from for so long.

Isn't that what they call fate?

[theartofwoompwoomps]

I got the feels for you baby! 

RiseLeo x reader

Prompt : “You never text me first, why?”

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Was he doing something wrong? He couldn’t understand, was he reading the signs wrong? He wasn’t sure. His whole head was a mess. All his thoughts were heavy and icky. 

Not even pizza from señor hueso was helpful.

He had known you for a while now. Only recently did he realized his feelings. And as nice as it sounded to have a possibility with you, those thoughts at the back of his head wouldn’t leave him.

So he just did what his instincts told him, to avoid the feelings as they never existed.

but how could he, even if he denied it, it was obvious to everyone how he felt. 

they way his eyes would linger for a few seconds longer when you were speaking. The smile on his face at the mere mention of you. How he’d light up when you entered the room.

and those were only the things others had noticed. But they didn’t see the many hours he spent finding the perfect memes to send you. The countless times he practiced his skateboarding just so he could show you. Or the way he practiced every pickup line he’d tell you.

he knew that he had fallen so hard for you. It’s no wonder his heart jumped when you didn’t reject his advances. 

his memory absorbing any detail from your interactions with him. He saw the way your face would reddened. the shy look in your eyes when he’d compliment you. And they way he would sometimes catch you staring at him.

You are so perfect 

why did he think avoiding his feelings was ever an option? 

especially with his growing feelings for you.

But even if there were signs that you might be interested in him as well. There was one thing he noticed,.. you never once initiated anything. Never have you been the one to strike up the conversation or send the first message.

He doubted it was your shyness, after all, he knows your personality. He has even seen it in person!

then why did you act different with him? was it because you didn’t want to be rude? Was that really the reason?…

He felt really unreasonable about the whole thing. One second he was on cloud nine, and the next he was in deepest dark hole of insecurity and doubt. 

oh, the things you’re making him go through.

thank goodness he loves you, cause these feelings are painful.

but if he’s being honest, he wouldn’t mind falling for you all over again.

After a lot a debate in his head and researching help in amazing sources of guidance, such as wikihow and wikipidia. 

he decided that the only way to find out how you feel about him is to ask you straight up.

That’s why he invited you to the lab today. No one was going to be around, and he has all the back up plans he needs just in case.

his phone chimed, you were about to enter. His heart leapt, infact it seemed to be overwhelmed. He knew his plan wasn’t the smartest but he has to know.

“Hey Leo,” you waved to him. You looked absolutely stunning, even if you were just in your casual clothes he felt his tongue get stuck in his throat.

“h-hey,” he accidentally let his voice break. He quickly grunted to fix his voice, “I mean, hey (y/n).” You lifted your brow in amusement knowing that tone brought trouble.

He step closer, testing the boundaries.  Not one second did he break eye contact . You felt nervous under his gaze. He was looking at you with such intensity. Then he looked towards your right, you followed his eyes. He had reached out and held your hand.     

Since he saw no objection from you, he placed his other hand at your waist.

The whole thing seemed surreal to you. Not once had he ever been in your bubble like this. Not that you’re complaining. But if this was a dream you wish you’d never wake up.

“Well my dear (Y/n), I hope you don’t mind if we dance a bit.” He said with joy as he spun you and music started playing in the background.

he caught you by surprise with this. “Oh, there’s no need to worry,” you replied through small giggles. “I don’t mind at all.”

“Glad to hear that, but have fear not! For a champion gentlemen like moi will definitely not let such an attractive person like you down.” 

Now that made your face flush. “Oh please, you’re just saying that cause you like to flirt.” 

“oh ho ho, my dearie. It is true I like to flirt,” he spun you again, though this time pulling you closer to the point your faces were inches apart.

“But I only like to flirt with you.”

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Masterlist

[worddevourer]

I'm thinking about the absurdity of everything that happened to the Mighty Nein when they finally make it to Rosohna.

Like, imagine being the Essek for that.

Here's a group of adventurers. They have a surprising number of humans in their midst. That's a little suspicious considering the war with the Empire. After a few questions, they appear to be the world's most obvious and transparent spies. Like... Come on, they don't even really seem to know the region.

Well, whatever, guess they're gonna be treated appropriately-

Oh, that's a beacon. In a moment of stress, they proceed to pull out the most valuable relic of your people, which was stolen, or lost, and just... hand it back over to you.

You (as Essek), know about 95% of how they got their hands on it, because you've been keeping tabs on it because you're the one who handed it over in the first place. And here it is. In the throne room. They have no idea what it is, but they know the Bright Queen wants it, and they seem to earnestly want to make friends, and really would just like one of their members to get her husband back.

And the whole thing gets even stupider because you (that is to say Essek), decide that your best chance of keeping everything secure is to be the one who keeps an eye on them, and these dumbasses categorically refuse to stop trying to befriend you. You are specifically, actively trying to stop them from getting you caught and executed for treason, and they're like 'hey, you want to come over for dinner or something? We have a hot tub.'

[erinwantstowrite]

has lady gotham accepted peter ?

not quite yet, because he hasn't been there long. but she does have a soft spot for heroes, and peter has been so kind to her people so far

[hinamie]

can i interest u in phone camera asaiku crumbs this fine valentines day

[racke7]

My internet has been investigated by a professional.

There might be something weird with the big cables (to quote the guy: the "inner-pair" and "outer-pair" of the eight-cables are of different lengths, but by all accounts still work just fine), but my own equipment has at least passed (no extra-fine for crying wolf for me).

The weird stability-thing continues to be weird. And current test is for them to switch my internet-provider (internet-provider has a use-contract with the cable-operators, who are the ones investigating) over the weekend. See if the problem is on that end.

It's possible that this is the case (at which point I guess I'll try to switch permanently), or that it's that weird cable-length resulting in the problem (which is... a whole different can of worms).