#and i can't listen to rosemary without thinking of them

[m4rz1t0ne]

FINALLY uploading my bunny ship chart over here! this was super fun for me, i love these things and i take them way too seriously

and thank you to @mantequillamcwhoremick because your takes and our conversations helped me perfect this !! YOU'RE THE GOAT.

and, yes, each of them get three songs, because i am too indecisive to pick JUST one <3

AND, below is some bonus stuff! because i saw a few things from other ship charts i wanted to fill out for these two, but i didn't wanna fill out another chart, so i'm just adding them below!

Who's the Madoka and who's the Homura?

Kenny is the Madoka, Butters is the Homura. Kenny is the Madoka, because both of them sacrifice themselves to save the world. Butters is the Homura because I think his optimism and determination to try again and again despite setbacks could probably lead him to take a similar path to her, that being, using time reversal powers to desperately try and save Kenny from death, no matter how many times he fails, because surely he'll save him this time.

Who's the armrest? Who's the headrest?

Kenny is the armrest because Butters is too tall for Kenny to rest his arms on him, but you bet your ass Butters is constantly resting his arms on Kenny. Butters always has his arm around Kenny's shoulder, waist, or just has his arms around him in general. He's crazy. And a little possessive. <3 (I like to think that sometimes he doesn't even recognize that he's doing it, it just happens naturally.) They are both each others headrests, however.

Who fell first? Who fell harder?

Butters fell first, and Kenny fell so hard every bone in his face shattered on impact. I think Butters always had a little hallway crush on Kenny, that he only processed as a crush when Princess Kenny happened. It wasn't anything too serious, until the two got closer in high school. Meanwhile, Kenny never thought much of Butters at all when they were kids. Sure, he didn't hate him the way all the other kids did, but he wasn't his biggest fan either and he was often a bystander/observer to his bullying. However, once he actually got to know him, he realized he was severely missing out (thanks @mantequillamcwhoremick you put it so perfectly in your fic HAHSAJD).

Who's the bigger yearner?

Kenny. He yearns so deeply his chest hurts. He's the one less likely to do anything about his feelings, but god does he want to.

꩜★꩜★꩜★꩜★꩜★꩜★꩜★꩜★꩜★꩜★꩜★꩜★꩜★꩜★꩜★꩜★꩜ AND THAT IS ALL. IF U READ EVERYTHING THANK YOU!! :3 I LOVE SHIPPING !!!!!!!!!!! WOOHOOOO!!!!!!!!! GOD BLESS BUNNY NATION PEACE AND LOVE GOODBYE

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What Weighs in Your Heart.

+18, mdni

(priest coriolanus x f. reader, mdni!)

summary: the priest of panem's church was the one you confided the most, that's the only reason for you to confess your sins every sunday evening, and that's why you always stayed until late at church.

c.w: priest!coriolanus, christian reader, christian guilt, altar sex, slapping, mentions to blowjob, grinding, fingering, squirting, church sex, dirty talk, smut, nsfw, public sex, dacryphilia, degrading, praising, overstimulation, sub reader, religious imagery mentioned, priest kink, praying during sex, sex in public place, mdni!!

the sin - heinrich lossow, 1880.

a piece showing a nun moans and a priest holds her hips. based on the events of the last day of October 1501, where cardinal cesare de borgia, son of Pope Alexander VI, supposedly hosted a decadent dinner party.

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every sunday, you spend your whole evening at the church, always so eager to please your religion and your god, but you knew deep in your heart that this was not your true intention.

you've waited until everybody left the church again, so you could ask father coriolanus to listen to your regrets on the confessionary – that's how far you can remember –, and with your moans echoing through the church and your pussy gushing around his skilled fingers, you cried out in pleasure, hearing his prays.

both of you weren't anywhere near the confessionary, if you looked up you could see the stained glass window with a image of Jesus Christ looking at you, and you'd immediatly look down again, the wet sounds of your cunt echoing through your eardrums.

"that the eyes of your heart may be enlighted, so you can repent for your sins and your place in heaven is reserved." he prayed, his fingers fucking your pussy relentlessly while his other hand held a rosary, praying for you. "tell me what weighs within your heart, my child."

you couldn't even speak an entire phrase without moaning, you didn't have any idea you were so wet and sensitive until the moment he pulled your panties aside.

"you didn't hear me?" he asked, curling his long fingers into your cunt. "confess me your sins."

you gulped down, crying from guilt and pleasure all at once.

"forgive me, f..father, for i have sinned." you started, legs spreading a bit more just so you could be met with a slap on your ass and a finger thrusting into your core. "fuck, father. i-i can't- i can't sp...speak!"

your eyes were closed shut, your mouth opened up to let him hear your squeal once he slapped your butt.

"the church is not a place for you to run your dirty mouth like that." he warned you, taking his fingers out of your core and making you suck on them.

"i'm sorry, father. please forgive me." you said, eyes swelling up with tears as he frowned at you, shaking his head negatively.

"tell me what weighs in your heart, so i can show you the path of god, my dear lamb." he said, both his hands on your hips while you shamelessly whined, grinding your hips on his stiffened dick.

"forgive me, father, for i haven't stopped sinning kn every lord's day and can't stop coming to the church only to sin." you said, your voice sounding to malicious to your liking. you truly hoped god would help you, the guilt in your heart was nothing near the pleasure you experimented on coriolanus's dick. "father, please. i can't stop thinking about you," you admitted, your own hand travelling down your stomach to reach for your swollen clit.

an action that, much to your sadness, was prevented by the priest towering on you. his hand held yours, caging them with the rosemary he held.

"you should know better than to indulge in such a dirty path, little lamb." he said, in a soothing voice while you thrusted back at him, crying for release. "look at you, you're on the right path to become satan's main worshipper. you're so dirty, so stained." you cried upon hearing those words.

"it is not my fault, father, i swear!" you cried out, your core clenching on air as it missed his cock inside you, throbbing inside you while he usually hit your ass. "it's not my fault! i-in god's plan, he made the devil so much stronger than any of those whose flesh is the main pleasure-" he gave you another painful slap, your lips gasping as the tears rolled down your cheek.

"so now it is god's fault that you are such a whore?" he asked you, grinding back at you, you mewled at his words.

"n-no, that was not what i said-"

"it is exactly what you said, lamb. you should watch your words." he said, the stern tone on your voice made you sob.

"i'm sorry, father. i'm sorry, i wasn't thinking straight, i- ah!" you sobbed, feeling the tip of his cock entering your core, your cries were too pleasant for him.

"this is what you wanted, right? this is why you're always here, looking at me with those pleading eyes that are always screaming 'fuck me, father.' isn't that right?" he asked you, a smirk curling into your lips as you nodded pathetically. "you can't help but crave what is not yours to have, can you? even if it's a priest's cock. i bet you fucked more priests in this life than any prostitute." he whispered into your ear, thrusting slowly into your pussy with a tortuous rhythm.

your brain felt too mushed up for you to even talk, so you sticked up with shaking your head negatively, your moans and cries being paused for you to mewl a bunch of no's.

"use your words, you are a bitch, but you're not dumb and nor are you mute." he said, his cock entering you entirely, filling you to the edge as you cried out in pleasure, his hand grabbed your boob aggressively, pinching your nipple as he turned you to face him. "do what i said."

"'m sorry, fa.. father! i'm sorry. i-i didn't fuck any priest other than you, i promise!" you cried out, the tip of his cock teasing your clit before entering you again.

"see? it wasn't that hard speaking up and using your voice for something other than begging for my dick." he said, looking into your eyes, and the smile he gave you was so pretty that you just knew that fucking in missionary would end up with you saying something forbidden, something dirty. he was right, you were stained after all. "you're such a good girl, can't believe you go around with my cum in your pussy looking that innocent." he chuckled.

he put your handcuffed hands on his neck, making you hug his neck before he made one of your legs wrap around him, thrusting into you until his tip teased just the right spot inside you.

"fuck! father, please, keep going!" you begged, crying as your head hide on the curvature of his neck.

he tugged your hair back, making your eyes meet his, the ones you were trying your best to avoid, the ones you knew that once you looked into, you would see the abyss of the fire of hell waiting for you. he leaned closer to you, his face mere inches of yours. he couldn't kiss you, no. it'd make everything worse- but god, his lips looked so pretty. so kissable. you wanted him to, and inside of you, your heart prayed he would. but he didn’t.

"you're so eager." he smiled, groaning as you squeezed his cock between your gummy warm walls and cried while he nibbled om your neck and earlobe. "but you heard what i said about your language. the church is no place for that." he said.

"but you- hah, god! y-you're always cussing around too! y-you called me a whore just two minutes ago!" you cried out, defending yourself in this situation was pathetic.

"because you are one, lamb." he said, chuckling as he kissed your tears on the right corner of your mouth. too close to your lips. "my language can be excused when i'm telling the truth," he paused, growling while his forehead leaned into yours. "your language, however, is just a bunch of fucks."

"f-father, please don't." you said, moaning while trying your best to pull away from his lips.

"'don't', what? 'don't cum inside this time'? 'don't suck on my neck'?" he asked, his eyes boring into yours as he thrusted faster and deeper into you. ah, you always looked so pretty when he fucked you and messed you up, such a slutty mess.

"d..don't kiss me," you said, for his surprise. and he chuckled at you. you could handle fucking a priest but couldn't handle a kiss? how cute. "you're too close to me, y-your lips- i want you to."

"be more specific," he groaned, his hips slapping in yours as his cock hit your cervix and his hand slapped your ass. "you want me to do what, dear?"

"i want you to kiss me." you pleaded, crying from humiliation.

"you told me not to." he said, teasing you as his thumb rubbed on your clit, making your walls squeeze him. he gasped, soft grunts leaving his mouth as he frowned, looking down to see his cock disappearing inside your pussy with each thrust.

"please do. p-please, please." you begged. this wasn't the first time you fucked him, but it would be the first time you kissed him, and in general, it would be the first time you kissed at all. "just this once. j-just today."

"pray." he demanded.

"what? no- not now. it's wrong. it's dirty" you sobbed.

"just like you. pray." he said again, torturing you as he montioned his hips in a slow, steady place. you gulped down, apologizing to jesus mentally before commiting the terrible sin you were about to.

"o-our father, who art in heaven, hallowed by thy name, thy kingdom come-" you cried, your heart heavy with guilt. "t..thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven, give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our trespasses." you closed your eyes shut, overstimulation hitting you like a brick as you sobbed.

he begin thrusting faster in you, your voice melting at each rapid thrust that hit your uterus, his cock entering deep inside you, his balls kissing your core as his member throbbed inside you. "keep going." he said, and so you did.

"as we- ugh, coryo! as we forgive, those who- who tre... who trespass against us," you groaned, feeling your climax arriving. you held yourself, prohibiting yourself from cumming in such a time. "and lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil,"

he kissed you, his tongue tangled on yours. such a filthy kiss, such a messy kiss, took you over the edge. his hand brought you closer by your waist, fucking you relentlessly while his other hand held your head, kissing you roughly. you came first than him, a wet mess being made on him as you squirt on him, moaning into the kiss as he kept going, cumming inside you right after you.

"a...amen." you finished, shaking as he pulled his cock from you, kissing your tears alway.

"good girl." he said, kissing your temple. you pouted as he cleaned your tears, and after straightening your clothes and pulling his pants back, you were still shaking, your legs trembling from the intense orgasm you just had. "be a good lamb and sit there while i bring you water and clean myself, okay?"

and you nodded obediently, sitting on the first bench you could reach.

he was so gentle to you. so good. your brain thanked heavens that he made you pray during that, even if it was the biggest sin you've commited, you knew that if he hadn't done such a thing, you would tell him you loved him.

fuck, you're a terrible christian. and to think your parents were so proud of you being such a church girl.

tagging: @tiaamberxx

[atopvisenyashill]

apologies if you're not american, but i was watching a youtube video about the kennedy family and their various misfortunes and it just made me think about a twentieth century AU of jaehaerys and alysanne's family. if you didn't know, joseph p. kennedy was jfk's dad and ever since his first son was born, he was pushing for one of his kids to become the first catholic president of the united states. he had nine kids with his wife and pushed all of them to successful in one way or another.

most horrifyingly, joseph had his eldest daughter, rosemary, lobotomized because she was born with an intellectual disability and while she was at a convent, she had snuck out a couple of times and the nuns feared she engaged in pre-marital sexual activity. the lobotomy took away rosemary's ability to speak or walk and joseph had her carted away to an institution and never visited her. rosemary's siblings wouldn't know about the lobotomy until 20 years later. that entire story just made me think of gael, daella, and saera all at once.

Okay first off, i am an american, i wouldn't say i know a LOT about politics but there are a few eras I've read a few books on and gone on wiki spirals over because they're interesting to me personally, and second of all, I THINK ABOUT ROSEMARY KENNEDY AT LEAST TWELVE TIMES A DAY.

I have like, a whole rant that revolves around her that I will spare everyone but omg. Her story is like, breathtakingly horrific, and she isn't the only person to be subjected to this sort of behavior as a form of social control; a lot of women were lobotomized by their fathers and husbands for "unruly" behavior that usually amounted to them either having some sort of mental illness (like bipolar disorder or depression) or were just like, regular horny 20 year olds. The Kennedys in general are insane and I will admit to finding them a bit fascinating because the entire concept of Camelot was essentially just some rich american family attempting to remake the concept of Divine Nobility in the usa? Insane behavior especially when you look at contemporary royals who are often miserable as fuck on an emotional level (which monarchy is it where they're so strict about marrying they're practically gonna die out soon icr but it's like...these people are INSANE why would you want to emulate them, emulate some rich people who don't regularly get guillotined at least damn). But anon, if you're interested in this, one of the podcasts i listen to, behind the bastards, has a two parter on the guy who invented lobotomies and just did a two parter about the kennedys (with a focus on rfk jr, but he went into the kennedys in general). the lobotomy one is real good it made me want to throw up a bit lol.

ANYWAYS. I definitely agree that the Kennedys are a really good modern example of the Jaehaerys & Alysanne era Targaryens. Like, a patriarch attempting to make himself and his family into legendary heroic myths while they're still alive, willing to feed as many children as necessary into the meat grinder if it means getting a leg up, the public having this beautiful idyllic image of them but its all this fake, hand crafted image to hide this incredibly sinister reality. can't have your girls exhibiting sexual agency, but can't let them exist without Serving The Family as baby making machines either, so you punish them for having sex when you don't want to, and when their bodies fail because they're too damn young to have kids, you punish their mothers for grieving. you force your wife to have more kids that you won't take care of, you punish your wife for not wanting to be parted from them, you punish your wife for not wanting them married young, you ensure your sons will never lift a finger to help their sisters, and you play god with your own family and then rage at them when they don't act like puppets on a string for your benefit.

[2laffy2]

Laffy's opinion and relationship with the other members?? :>

●How they see Laffy

Trickster: Best friend [ @boiling-potato ]

"Oh? My bestie?,yeah she's very interesting. i love brushing her wings they are soooo soft and when ever she has time she gives me a lot of sweets from her universe, they are amazing XP"

Casimir: Hate/Neutral

"Laffy? I'm sorry but i don't think i have heard of this name before. Tho for some reason I'm having this sense of dejavu in this period everytime a new guest enters"

Rosemary: Neutral

"I'm sorry but I never heard some named like that entering the mansion"

Heaven: Scared/Neutral

"She is really scary when she's angry, if you ever encounter her NEVER touch the- wait- why am i even warning you? Eheh"

Nevaeh: Scared/Romance (crush like Romance)

"She is very cute when she's angry that face that she make, omg"

Hayden: Neutral

"... Who?"

Penelope: Best friend

"Big sis? She very cool she let me cut her in many pieces. But for some reason when I'm talking about her to some members of the family they don't seem know who I'm talking about even tho she's been here a lot of times. Its like they just del- uh? What was i talking about?"

Chaoxiang: Dislike

"Her? Ugh i don't know how someone like her managed to beat me in her first time playing *inserit game* even tho she's have no idea what videogames are"

Willow: Best friend

"She is one of the few guests that i manager to help, but i don't understand why she keep coming back in the mansion and no one remembers her. She's very kind but a lil strange"

Elijah: Hate [ @gachaclubideas ]

"Uh? That name, for some reason it get on my nerves"

Talissa: Neutral

"For some reason after hearing that name i want to laugh at my brother"

Juliet: Like

"She protect me from Elijah when he is being a little to much and I'm very thankful to her. Her appearance keep changing but i can tell who she's everytime"

Tsutsuji: Best friend [ @n0vatsu ]

"She very gentle and help me with my nightmare when i can't sleep. I just don't like when she talk to that monster"

Yoake: Neutral/Scared

"... she doesn't hate me even after i killed her, she just waved to me the next day as it never happened, she's too kind"

Sylas: Like/Romance [ @justafriendlystranger ]

"Oh Laffy? She's a very interesting specie man er woman, how much I would love to experiment on her, the faces of pains that she would make~ *sigh*. With that little power of hers i would be like the rest, thx me that i write down everything."

Caleb: Dislike/Hate

"That name... its infected"

Trevor: Best friend [ @edgywithaheart ]

"She Funny, i like her personality. As any other vampire i can sense her"

●How Laffy see them

Trickster: Best friend

"She amazing, she the one that helped me when i was teleported in this realm after being burned on a stick. I Love when she brush my wings <3"

Casimir: Like/Neutral

"Its really funny seeing him confused and annoyed every time i enter or stay in the mansion ihihi"

Rosemary: Like

"She a really gentle mother figure, when she doesn't try to kill you. Very pretty"

Heaven: Like/Neutral

"Uh, she's fine i suppose"

Nevaeh: Hate

" i don't want to talk about her after what she did"

Hayden: Like/Neutral

"He is very quiet, so I stay away from him so i don't disturb him with my presence"

Penelope: Best friend

"She such a cutie even when she try to kill you <3. I love having tea party's with her and Trickster"

Chaoxiang: Like

"I like listening to him explain how stupid i am for not knowing what videogames are. he is really funny seeing getting worked up for losing"

Willow: Best friend

"Cutie potato <3 nothing to say more, i just wanna pat her head"

Elijah: Dislike

"consent is the key my friend >:/"

Talissa: Like

"Her soul is so tormented, so I always try to calm her when she is having nightmares, i also do that to her brother even to i don't like him much"

Juliet: Like

" I like spending time with her. She is very elegant. I sometimes give her my blood since i can live even without it"

Tsutsuji: Best friend

"I spend a lot of time with her. I help her with my powers when she cant sleep"

Yoake: Like

"Her face when she saw me the next day after she killed me was hilarious. I feel bad for her tho, so i try to spend time with her if she let me"

Sylas: Like/Hate

"I swear I will kill this man if he keep bothering me with questions. Its so annoying that he is cute. One time i found him snoping around in Penelope room trying to get one of my arms that she kept after cutting me for the first time ugh"

Caleb: Neutral

"He kinda hate me for some reason but i don't mind"

Trevor: Best friend

"He is a cool vampire, i like him :3"

[in-here-the-musics-flowing]

"Are you going to Scarborough Fair?"

short story w/ darker themes (death)

Spotify link for the song

Astele had been singing for hours by now, ever since the sunset allowed them to use their ability. They sat by the slowly dying patient, leaning back in the chair, repeating the hypnotic song once again to keep the patient asleep and comfortable.

"Are you going to Scarborough Fair?

Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme...

Remember me to one who lives there...

She once was a true love of mine.."

Astele wasn't even listening to their own voice anymore, tuning it out to instead listen to the patient's breathing, waiting for it to stop.

Once the poor man was dead, Astele wouldn't have to keep singing. He almost wished she'd slipped poison into the patient's medicine to quicken their death and make it painless naturally.

'No, I can't think like that,' Astele reminds themself.

"Tell her to make me a cambric shirt...

Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme...

Without no seams nor needle work...

Then she'll be a true love of mine.."

It'd slowly grown more obvious through Astele's career when their patients were near death, as they grow weaker and weaker until they can't move and continuously complain of pain.

Luckily for Astele, most patients passed during the night, so she could sing to them to their death to comfort them.

"Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather...

Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme...

And gather it all in a bunch of heather...

Then she'll be a true love of mine.."

Astele couldn't even identify what the patient was sick with, other than the fact it was caused by an injury that got infected and spread. It was unlikely Astele themself would get sick, at least. 'I wouldn't have to do this if I just had more time to figure out how to cure them.'

"Are you going to Scarborough Fair?

Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme...

Remember me to one who lives there...

She once was a true love of mine.."

Finally, the patient's breath slowed, and Astele couldn't hear or see the next inhale. He was gone.

"May you walk forever with your fallen loved ones, and find peace in the afterlife above," Astele murmurs, standing up slowly and picking up their notebook.

They couldn't wait to leave the patient's house, already feeling nauseous from the smell of sickness, a headache forming from overusing their ability.

(@paintedgrilledcheese :3 wrote it kinda quickly, so it's not super good quality)

[whimsicaldragonette]

ARC Review: Here We Go Again by Alison Cochrun

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Publication Date: April 2, 2024

Synopsis:

The author of Kiss Her Once for Me returns with a new queer rom-com following once childhood best friends forced together to drive their former teacher across the country. A long time ago, Logan Maletis and Rosemary Hale used to be friends. They spent their childhood summers running through the woods, rebelling against their conservative small town, and dreaming of escaping. But then an incident the summer before high school turned them into bitter rivals. After graduation, they went ten years without speaking. Now in their thirties, Logan and Rosemary find they aren’t quite living the lives of adventure they imagined for themselves. Still in their small town and working as teachers at their alma mater, they’re both stuck in old patterns. Uptight Rosemary chooses security and stability over all else, working constantly, and her most stable relationship is with her label maker. Chaotic and impulsive Logan has a long list of misguided ex-lovers and an apathetic shrug she uses to protect herself from anything real. And as hard as they try to avoid each other—and their complicated past—they keep crashing into each other. Including with their cars. But when their beloved former English teacher and lifelong mentor tells them he has only a few months to live, they’re forced together once and for all to fulfill his last a cross-country road trip. Stuffed into the gayest van west of the Mississippi, the three embark on a life-changing summer trip—from Washington state to the Grand Canyon, from the Gulf Coast to coastal Maine—that will chart a new future and perhaps lead them back to one another.

My Rating: ★★★★★

*My Review below the cut.

My Review:

I absolutely loved it. But I would add a caveat that you should probably not read this if someone you love is dying of cancer or recently died of cancer. It was *heartbreaking* even without that. I went into it expecting a light romance - it appears to be marketed as a "queer rom com" - and boy howdy is that not what this is. But it was beautiful and I'm glad I read it. It's a good thing I was listening to the audiobook though because I sobbed through approximately the last half of the book. The light romance is there, as is the humor, it just often takes a backseat to the story of the girls watching their former teacher and beloved mentor succumb to cancer. There is so much joy they discover in that final road trip, and so much pain, and honestly I can't think of it without starting to tear up again. I definitely felt this one more than any other book I've read this year. The audiobook was performed brilliantly and the narrators perfectly captured all the humor and love and pain and heartbreak. 10/10 *Thanks to NetGalley and Atria Books for providing an early copy for review.

[this-geek]

16 and 31 for the ship asks, any ship

Thank you for the ask. I couldn't decide which ship to go with, so I did two.

Rosemary and Laura (Rosemary and Thyme)

16. Can they stay up all night just talking?

Absolutely. Although, sometimes Laura falls asleep on Rosemary's shoulder listening to tales of her old travels.

31. Can they sit side by side without touching the other or are they handsy? (lacing fingers, touching knees, etc.)

I think they ebb and flow between the two. If they are around, Matthew and/or Helena, Rosemary makes a conceited effort not to appear too handsy. Laura thinks it's very noble but takes it as an opportunity to tease her partner into loosening up a little. On the other side, when they are with Barbara Rosemary is perfectly normal. Over time though Rosemary does relax around the kids.

Blanche and Dorothy (The Golden Girls)

16. Can they stay up all night just talking?

Oh yes, usually with a side of cheesecake.

31. Can they sit side by side without touching the other or are they handsy? (lacing fingers, touching knees, etc.)

No, they can't. As friends, they were already pretty handy. When they first get together, they try to go cold turkey which works against them (Rose and Sophia think they're fighting). Once their relationship is out in the open, they return to business as usual, which is very handy. Dorothy tends to get shy about it when they're in public, but Blanche is determined to help her work through this.

[gnhaedam]

" there, in the light. i've found you, i've found you. i see you. " -- for @gnsaein

they haven't spoken in years, but haedam still writes for him.

all of the words exposed to time and town, red ink and blatant display of his heart, he's really not even sure if anyone reads. doesn't think he minds if they do, or if they don't, because a lot of them are for someone he knows can't see them, too far away to do it. he doesn't read them again after he lays it out on paper, a confession that he doesn't return to. it's scribbled and then to the wind, everything he would say but he couldn't, everything that gets stuck in his mouth and so he lets his hands tell, instead.

his hands tell a lot of things, but he knows his hands do because one day, he hopes that who he writes for-- maybe the mountain would allow him this, a solution to the carve in his heart that he left all those years ago, all of those years and sometimes, haedam still can't believe he's gone so long without being able to turn and tell him all of the things on his mind. so long, since he's spoken what's on his mind.

so long, since he's seen saein, and it hasn't been a dream, or a wish, or a ghost.

not a ghost, an angel. they're angels, haedam knows they are.

he's not looking at that. not that, there, out of reach, he's looking across the room of this little get together, holding two jars in his hands, sealed with a ribbon and his mother's meticulously recorded label over the glass, the ones she'd tied with white, for the bride, for renewal, for rebirth, for the luck of this couple in their marriage with which they provide from the mountain. a flower tucked against the seal, a reminder of where it's all come from. no, he's looking across the room and saein is there, and haedam wonders if he's dreaming.

his shirt's too tight. buttoned too high, and ironed with careful hands, smelling of rosemary and cotton, the tattered lace curtains in his parent's bedroom where he waited while she told him just what he should say to the groom, to the bride, to bless them as the mountain would want him to.

he'd listened, quietly, remembered, quietly, but the sight of saein stops him in his tracks. has him holding tightly to the jars in his hands because he's fearful he'll break them, but maybe that'll prove this is real, the glass on the floor, a shatter, the noise, the shards of his heart, all of those years wondering why and aching for when and then-- and then, it's so simple, it's so familiar.

he's right there. he's right there and haedam can't even go to him, wills himself to stay rooted to the spot. the spot he has to be, he's required to be, even if he doesn't want to be. not right now, not when he's right there, when it's not even time or distance between them, only something palpable, like a few strides. a luxury, when haedam hadn't know exactly where he's been past the post stamps, the backs of the postcards.

despite himself, he blinks through a tightness in his throat. clears it, because his mother and father flank him, and they're not seeing what he does, doesn't even know if they see the angels, if only he never sees them staring, but staring, now, he does, because despite it all, all of those years simmer down into nothing, saein's here now.

not even in that ghost of a memory in seeing his handwriting across all of those cards, the ones haedam kept tucked close to his heart even when they weren't for him. selfish, and he hopes the mountain forgives him, fingers to the earth because it's all he's wished for, for a long time, a moment like this, and he can't even have it. never like he wants it. never.

blinks. he's still there, blinks again, through that warmth in his eyes, and is pulled, by his arm, into a conversation lead by his mother, because the bride is right in front of them, dressed in casual white. he's offering the jars out with as steady hands as he can manage, smiling, clean, true.

"the mountain blesses you both with your union." he gets out, tone even. "anyone in this town should be lucky to find a love as true as yours. i can see it even now." she's glowing, and he's happy for her, thinks the mountain is, too, if he could feel a familiar thrum, hidden underneath all of that foundation and rubble of the building, but it's still here. still here even below the sound of her thanks, even if haedam can barely hear what she says.

he looks across the room. not a ghost, not the angel, not a dream. the mountain blesses them all to be as lucky. he wonders if she had wished for a love as he had wished for a memory, for them to be as true as today, right here in front of him. haedam could be so lucky. he could be so lucky, too.

not the angel. not a dream. saein, within reach. the mountain has taught him patience, and so he's patient, now. haedam, too. haedam, too.

[soletlunasims]

ATA

Ask Tyler Anything

🌧️ "When outside during the rain, do you use a raincoat, an umbrella, or something else? Do you enjoy rain?"

"The old me was pretty pretentious about stupid shit like this. I had a very nice raincoat before I 'left' home. A North Face that had a fleece liner that was removable. I wore it all the time. It kept me proper for school or wherever I was going... Now, I can't believe I cared so deeply about my presentation for a bunch of people who probably didn't even know I existed... After spending my later teens behind the doors of a hell house, wearing nothing but what was provided for me, I lost the desire to present for others... and found a desire to feel the elements against my own skin."

🍳 "Are you a good cook? Do you enjoy cooking? What's your favorite thing to cook?"

"Does a grilled cheese count? Or a 3 AM 'so wasted I'll eat anything between two pieces of bread' kind of sandwich count? I don't usually cook for myself and, luckily, I'm in a position that allows me to order delivery without denting my savings. It's just me, anyway. I don't need to worry about feeding anyone but me. I do try to eat fairly clean and go for the healthier options. Vesper has cooked for me in the past. He's a decent cook. From what I remember, he said he gets it from his father."

🧼 "Do you prefer to take a shower during the morning or evening? Do you like taking baths? What's your favorite scent of shower gel?"

"Morning showers. A fresh start to the day and a way to muster up a better headspace before taking on the day. I've always been a morning shower kind of person. I'd get up 2 hours before I needed to go to school to get ready just so I could get a morning shower in. Baths are okay... I only take them on a particularly bad day. When there's just been too much to process. It's never to get clean. Just to relax and reflect. Sometimes I get in and think it's doing my mental health more harm than good. Shower gel? I'm not a monster. I use bar soaps with grit. My favorite scent would have to be anything with rosemary in it. Rosemary and mint are a good combo."

❌ "Would you do something that someone told you not to do? Why? Is there someone you'd actually listen to more than everyone else?"

"...I think the answer to that is obvious. Considering people have convinced me of their good intentions in the past and it ended up fucking me over. I tend to go with what is asked of me because I'm afraid that if I don't, I'll lose the little that I have left. As messed up as it is since that is the reason I lost so much to begin with. I have a hard time speaking up for myself. Like, the words are there but they won't formulate into anything coherent. It becomes this dance of having others fill in the blanks by assuming my thoughts... Wires get crossed and I just go with what is expected of me..."

🏳️ "What will make you give up?"

"Nothing can be worse than what I've already been through... I'm still here. But if I really think about my life currently and the way that I handle it, the effects of my past experience weigh heavily in how I value life. I wouldn't say I'm suicidal but if I went to bed one day and never woke up, I think I'm okay with that. Slowly killing myself with liver and lung damage anyway. Seems like a mercy... Maybe I am suicidal."

📖 "What kinds of books do you read? Do you have a lot of time to read?"

"I'm an avid reader. I like educational content. Learning about things through literature. I'll often gravitate toward one topic for a while and squeeze out all of the info I can find before moving on to something else. My guilty pleasure is conspiracies... Not that I believe in them, but I love the disorganized ramblings of someone so passionate about something that has no tangible proof. Perhaps I'm so drawn to it because I admire the vulnerability of saying whatever comes to mind without worrying how it'll make you look."

⛸️ "What's your favorite kind of sport? Do you follow sports closely or don't care at all?"

" Not much of a sports guy. I do, however, watch poker tournaments when I have the time. Much of my brain is set in logistical probabilities and guarantees. That is to say, I am not a gambling man. I like the promise of money, not the possibility. This could be applied to other aspects in life, as well. Still, I find myself drawn to the allure of watching others gamble their life savings. I don't know if it's just because I'm a sadistic fuck who enjoys the misery in a losing hand or if I genuinely enjoy the game. I know that watching the players has taught me a lot about body language. If only I had taken an interest before..."

😷 "How often do you get sick? Do you stay at home when sick or do you end up going outside to, say, get some groceries? If you go outside, would you wear a mask?"

"Let's get extremely real here... I keep beating around the bush about my past, but we all know the truth. I have been through Hell, standing on my own two feet. Force fed substances to preform like a circus act. Uppers to keep me going. Opiates to keep me numb enough to accept things being done to me. I lived in a constant state of unwell. If I get sick these days, I often don't think much of it. Usually being sick consists of my own doing. Drowning myself in alcohol until reality turns into a blur and I wake up on the bathroom tile. Do I wear a mask if I'm actually sick? I guess it depends. I don't go out a lot but If I need to and I think I'm contagious then, yes. Always."

🥼 "Do you have to wear a uniform somewhere? If yes, how do you feel about it? If no, what kind of uniform would you love to wear?"

"I used to dress like someone who needed to. At school we weren't required but I always wore khakis, grey or brown. White or light blue button down with a sweater vest or jumper over top. It felt professional and made me feel important in some way. I still have lingering tendencies to dress up like that, but my style has fluctuated over time, and I find myself dressing more casual as of late. I think part of that is due to Orion. He's been rubbing off on me a bit. Making it easier for me to not care as deeply about making an impression and, instead, allowing myself to explore self-expression."

🥂 "How do you celebrate your accomplishments?"

"I suppose I'd have to accomplish something to celebrate it. Maybe surviving James and kicking the drug habit would constitute as an accomplishment but those things are still an everyday battle within myself. Could I really say I accomplished anything? I don't think I have. How would I celebrate?... I haven't really thought about it."

🛴 "What's your preferred way of getting somewhere - own car, public transport, a bicycle, or something else? How well do you follow the traffic rules?"

"Cars make me uneasy, generally. I will take the company car if it's necessary. Otherwise, I walk. I do like planes, though. Miles above the world where I've got a little time to not have to look over my shoulder and getting on a plane means going somewhere far enough to take a break from the reality around me. Even though it usually consists of doing a job for Phil... and that means more shit to add to the list of fucked up at the end of the day."

🕰️ "What do you use to check what time it is?"

"Sometimes a watch. I do have a smart watch that I prefer. I'll check my phone if I decide not to wear a watch, like most others in the modern age but having the time on me at all times is very convenient. Watches are convenient. Tell me I'm wrong."

🥰 "What would make you feel happy and loved?"

"An immaculate resurrection of the love of my life... but that won't happen. Happy... I'm usually not. Loved... He loved me and that was more than I could have asked for. The harder days, I have to remind myself of that connection. What we had separated from the reality. It keeps me level to an extent. I don't know if I will ever really love again... So, then you must be wondering about Vesper. Well, I do love him but there's a huge difference... Alright, I'll be honest. If I had met Orion before Vesper, I don't know if I would have even started dating Vesper. My friendship with Orion feels more valuable to me than my relationship with Vesper. Is that fucked up to say?"

🐇 "Do you believe in other dimensions?"

"Going back to the conspiracy theory thing... There are certain aspects of this phenomenon that make sense. There is science that softly supports the theory of dimensional pockets. I believe there could be truth in that. Do I believe in mirrored dimensions?... That starts to get into tinfoil hat territory. I don't believe there are several 'me clones' living in alternate realities... though, wouldn't that be some shit. If there was, I'd hope a few of those alternates were living in ignorant bliss."

🎺 "What kind of music do you mostly listen to? Do you know how to play an instrument, and if not, which one would you want to learn to play?"

"Dark pop. Alternative... I'm a glutton for punishment. I feel bad, my music reflects that. I do listen to other stuff. Just not a lot of upbeat stuff in my playlist. A song that'll remind me of Mica here and there... Orion has played his music around me, though. I thought I had it rough... It really makes me wonder who hurt him. So angry, sad, betrayed... that's what his taste in music tells me. Then a random pop song is thrown into the mix, and I feel like I've misunderstood him completely. He says he just likes music. He's not bias about it... I guess."

💽 "Do you collect anything? Why?"

"Liquor... Though, I don't drink anymore. I've kept some of the bottles of my pricier stuff. All empty. Most people would scream if they knew I dumped it all, but I had a problem and would continue to if I had it in the house. I also have a collection of lighters. Not like I hoard my empties in a drawer or whatever. I do use disposables 98% of the time but I have some nice artisan Zippos that I like to use on occasion... or just look at. Other than that, after having so little to myself in the past, I find no need for most material possessions."

🧋 "What's your go-to thing to drink? Do you prefer cold or hot drinks?"

"Used to be... a good Brandy. As far as mixed drinks, a classic Gin and Tonic... I have to get away from the alcohol talk, though... My go to everyday drink has to be a hot coffee, black. If I'm going to get crazy, I'll put a little sugar in there. Very little. Maybe a little cream. I also like a good Bergamot, Earl Grey tea... Hot drinks. I prefer hot, clearly."

Prompts by @kahvilahuhutvila. Thank you.

[the-firebird69]

Freya Ridings - Lost Without You (Live from King's Cross Station) 🚂

I went back and listened I heard about it later what you're saying and she's really psyched did the show is from the old death stars which they put back the new ones are gone they couldn't take over the fleet they couldn't take over on the ground and they lost their solid state Network and moving to fiber optics and then falling back all the time you don't think they're going to have enough armaments they have to take it and put on ships and get the ships out and the ships are hard to get out we think they might not get our room and talk there if they don't they only have a few things they can do if it goes behind the Sun they fired the sun it might not do anything and they're not holding their hostage even if they're holding there they might not fire him so this year is important now I understand it he's been falling back and Garth got it out that's how I was hearing you that's how he's hearing it

Bja

We know this is important and we understand that you want us to move away even though we're having to do it they give her a lot of Hope and she is afraid of us and nervous doesn't trust us and she probably shouldn't we're being real mean but we understood what it meant it would actually really sorry for what was happening so it was my idea and had him do it and they suck but they always sucked and people should have known that I did all more than nothing which is what was going to happen they're not really heroes they're kind of ass munches but they kind of understood it at the beginning. So she got really happy and said that's ridiculous you're awesome you're just being mean and people are trying things to try and stop us from doing the wrong thing and Terry cheesman is doing a great job and we hear him too we have to run certain things while they're maxing and start bothering to poop out of us then we're getting to what an amazing girl she really loves him he's mad and hell and think he's gone

Trump

I'm okay I got taken out no out of my brain case damn it all I go in and grab your head and I take off somehow you put back together and you come back and yeah Jason is company this might be a little piggies but I don't know what happens to them and I think it's before because you can see in his and there's someone there and I get this and Tommy f is threading our bodies for the max plan to be threatened and is threatening our friend here and the max got really mad

Sarah

Yeah there's an angel fanatic sorry about this movie she wants to make a b rated movie and our company is b rated she's kind of a fanatic and it is her running around saying I'm not the one up there you idiot Becka and my two cents finally it's kind of your speed for information and such and he's thinking Rosemarie and if you know he has a thing for her and she's chasing us around and we're like we don't have any money so you won't be able to do anything with it if she don't do something with it and grow somewhere else so growing food in this s*** so I took your word for it if she's going to try and make scary monster movie and your gags and your jokes and other people and you requested that Cheech and Chong me in it that's actually us there's another business brownies but yeah kick the dog it goes around the guy and he can't move and the dog says good got you now get the leash on you that's ridiculous you can't kick the dog everybody gets mad you do it all the time for Christ's sake

Trump

So he's probably alive good

Freer writings and have more to say but this is intense I've never heard anything like this says he doesn't have it all figured out but he thinks they're alive up there this might be just a video and they might be on earth as you see one ship going off when they're there which might be them trying to escape the people who came on board not knowing what's up to or looking like aliens and they're afraid and we get that too so we're moving on to things but boy I think we figured it out together he says yeah I'm kind of a boy and you might be growing up one inch at a time for crying out loud

[faunandfl0ra]

[pm] I was 6 years old so it's been a while, but I think it went this way: one person was supposed to sit down on people but only one of them would try to pinch you. If you sit down on the pinching kid, you lose, if you don't you win. You've never played that?

There's no need to use the big letters. It's Mr Kiernan, by the way, but you can call me Conor.

People get up to shenanigans in bed because the regular sex is not interesting enough to them ? Alright. Good for them. They shouldn't do things that aren't entertaining. I still don't get why you brought up paprika.

I imagine I like rosemary a lot, but huh, praline is alright too.

I suppose. She shouldn't force you to listen to her flower intercourse though.

No budget? As in you have no budget or as in you have no budget?

Yeah, I can't deliver without an address. Let me know what you'd like on the note.

No! Why would there be a game where people pinch your butt? As a woman, that sounds like a really not-enjoyable game.

NO!!!!! Spicy is a metaphor! An [...] adjective! I don't know! It's not literally spicy. No one is putting paprika up their ass!

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

MR. FLORIST MAN. You're not getting it! It's not a date! It's sex! You have sex but it's kinky! It's a kink! THERE'S NO SNAKES AND LADDERS. THERE'S NO JAMES BOND...um, okay maybe there's James Bond if you're into that? Like if you wanted to roleplay James Bond? BUT NOT IN A GAME WAY IN A SEXY WAY

[user has to calm down]

What's your favourite flavour then?

I don't know! It just seems rude to ignore her in case she wants to talk.

No budget! It's for my friends :) Do you need their addresses?

[cloverwitch]

HEAR ME

A communication spell to get someone to hear you out and recognize that you're telling the truth, without their own misinterpretation/biases or those of others twisting their understanding

Tools/components

🕯️ matches/barbeque lighter

🕯️ fire safe dish + fire starter

🕯️ herbs (more info below)

🕯️ white candle

🕯️ thyme or rosemary oil

🕯️ piece of paper + marker/pen

🕯️ object that represents the target of the spell (a taglock, poppet, photo, etc) that can be burned safely; if you have nothing and can't get/make anything, you can simply write their full name (and/or other identifying info) on the paper

🕯️ (optional) the Justice tarot card (or any other tarot/oracle card you associate with truth, fairness, patience, accountability, etc)

Herbs

The only herb "crucial" to this spell is thyme (which is associated with truth,) but you can add any other herbs you think would be useful—some suggestions are:

🌿 rosemary (for unclouded judgement)

🌿 sage (for wisdom)

🌿 clove (for clarity and banishing negativity)

🌿 nettle (for stopping gossip)

🌿 lemon peel (for removing emotional/energetic blockages)

Instructions

Dress the candle with the oil and light it

On the piece of paper, write a "letter" addressed to your target—something clear and direct, commanding them to listen and explaining whatever it is you want them to understand

Place your object (or letter) in front of you (on top of your cards, if you're using any,) and place the herbs around it

Charge the herbs with their relevant correspondences, then focus on the target while channeling your energy/intent into the object

With the dish in front of you, light your fire starter; as the fire gets going, read what you have written (aloud or in your head—whichever you are comfortable with/capable of) and add your herbs to the dish

When you're done reading, fold the letter up and throw it on the flames, along with your object

When the fire has died down and the dish has cooled, dispose of the spell components however you see fit (I personally use the need-fire [recipe? method?] which I found through @the-cobalt-athenaeum, and since it's literally mostly salt, there are ways I can't dispose of it if I don't want to repurpose it)

Leave the (still lit) candle somewhere you can see it, and let it burn itself all the way down

As always, exercise proper fire safety when doing spellwork

NOTE: this spell is not necessarily designed to actively sway someone's opinion or push them towards making a certain decision—rather, it's to give them accurate and honest information which, depending on what they choose to do with it, may or may not affect their perspective or actions. Then again, if you want to spin the spell that way, you certainly can.

Also, there's a lot of room for personal touches in this spell, based on your practice, experience, or desired outcome. Use different herbs, invoke a deity, write a full incantation or chant instead of a letter, change the colour of the candle (or omit it entirely)—whatever it is, I highly suggest you add your own personal touches, and I fully endorse you going hog wild with it if that's what you want to do.

[relaxxattack]

hi! it's me :) fic rec anon. things have been hard lately so i have some more stuff to recommend bc it makes me feel better. uh, this one's mostly a like, grab bag of stuff? miscellany yknow. let's get into it (also if i have any repeats of stuff you've rec'd here before then Whoops)

pilot light, pale rapture is a post-game fic about jade and her Issues. jade/davepeta. has some excellent jane work in there and is meant to imply june pre-transition. i'd also like to recommend this author's other work, including the collected works of the originators, and the fanventure kittyquest which you can find on mspfa. both the collected works and kittyquest are about a richly detailed take on earth C, with accompanying myths; kitty quest is about jade and davepeta's daughter kitty harley-leider. very very good.

estrogamer girl is about trans girl roxy! very sweet. gen.

METHODOLOGY AND INTERPRETIVE "RECORD" OF SOULBOT WRECK AA109.23J2 – [DRAFT] is about a post-game grad student accessing the wreckage of one of aradia's soulbots postcanon, and experiencing the feelings of a doomed timeline's aradia. ararezi, outsider pov.

who could ask you to be unbroken or brave again is a fic about rose and vriska talking about trauma and child abuse post-canon. gen.

Metronome of a Night Queen's Heart and Other Unused Romance Novel Names is a fic in which kanaya asks dave to be her bloodbag after becoming a vampire, causing rosemary and davekat misunderstandings. rosemary and davekat.

Jade: Endure is about what it would have been like for jade to grow up with her corpse in her own house. short and very good. gen.

grant me wings that i might fly is about jade english raising jake english up to her eventual death. very good. gen.

DIRK TAKES A PISS is , okay listen i know from that title oyou might be like, fic rec anon, What are you recommending to me BUT LSITEN ITS ABOUT DIRK ACCIDENTALLY DROPPING HIS PACKER ON THE FLOOR OF A BATHROOM AND GETTING MEET CUTE'D. it's good. okay. dirkjake.

one more night (your ex-lover remains dead) is a junejasprose fic about trauma and what it means to be a rose left behind. if you're going to read ANY jasprose fic you have to read this one it's literally iconic to me and changed the way i see her forever. junejasprose.

Light Without Effulgence is a jake & rose friendship manifesto and it is HILARIOUS. "rose, you gather, is like dirk if he were a woman and capable of being happy" like that's hilarious to me. gen.

Bitter is a fancomic about jade and rose and i'm not going to spoil the surprise of what it's about but it's DELICIOUS. jaderose.

CHARGING THE VOID is a space opera roserezi au with hints of vrisrezi left behind and also both rose and terezi are trans and also it's DELICIOUS like i can't even say anything about it. if anyone has read baru cormorant and is familiar with it it's like that. roserezi, unlike pretty much anything else i've recced here it DOES have a sex scene so if you're uncomfortable with that it's not for you.

think about staying alive is a kidswap au! about rose strider my favorite kidswap <3 gen.

Postscript is about rosefef, rebellion au, being the last two left alive carrying out a rebellion against the condesce. rosefef.

Transperience is about calliope and the trans experience! fancomic, gen. very good.

goddess is about june egbert coming out! can you tell i'm a june egbert Believer gsdlkjfsakldj it's gotten to the point it's hard to read fic where she's called john lmao

I'm Hoping One Day Acting Cool Will Make Me Feel More Self Assured is about kanaya maryam and the burdens of being assigned mom friend. rosemary. also she and rose have a long furby.

we are the reckless is a space opera au in which vriska's a pirate captain and aradia's a helmsman. i love the blackrom in this. aravris.

i think this is enough for rn. have fun!

AND WHEN THE WORLD NEEDED THEM MOST…

THEY RETURNED!!!

thank you so much!!!!! these all look very fun and it’s definitely appreciated TwT and kind of you!!! 💞💞💞

[roscgcld]

HELLO! it's been approximately months since I have sent an ask here, I've been away from anime and Haven't been back on my anime phase and Haven't been writing right now BUT.

I have a scenario for Nanami.

Do you know the song 'Love Grows (where my rosemary goes)?' if you don't, listen to it.

I imagine Nanami watching you for the first time as you sing that song (let's just say that the school had a small contest).

His eyes widen as your voice rings at his ears. Then you catches him staring at you and he blushes as you sang the chorus that goes, "well I'm a lucky fella, 'cause I just gotta tell ya, that I love endlessly. Because love grows, here my rosemary goes."

And in his perspective, it looks like the world slowed and the sounds of cheering is gone, he's just focus on you as the light aluminated at you. Still staring at each other, he can't help but be on cloud nine thinking he's spending his remaining life with you.

(let's ignore the Shibuya arc, alright?)

OH MY GOD HIIII! How have you been?! I am glad that you are back - I myself just got back into anime recently via watching IDOLiSH7. It's such a cute anime; you should watch it. It's like a comfort anime for me rn ><

And I love that song, and I was honestly surprised it became so famous on TikTok. It was like a hidden treasure song for a while - but I love this honestly!

BUt back to the Nanamin scenario:

Imagine it was your child's concert day, and you are a teacher at your child's school. So there was this fun 'teacher's performance' towards the end, and being the music teacher, you were automatically asked to join the performance. And since your child cannot keep their adorable mouth shut, Nanami knew that he had to clear his schedule and turn off his phone so he can watch both the performances from you and your child.

He arrives with two bouquets of flowers, not skimping out on the price of them either; and by doing so he had no idea that he had set a new standard for other parents about what a really supportive partner and parent should be. And he had definitely gained a few new admirers (as if he already didn't have them in the first place. but when you had teasingly mentioned it to him in the morning, he was genuinely confused as to what you're talking about.)

You and your fellow music teachers had decided that it would be fun to do a song from the 70s, with the new interest for that era's music. So you guys voted a few times and ended up with the song Love Grows (Where My Rosemary Goes) - a classic that you were sure most of the parents knew or have heard of at one point.

Even though Nanami was aware that you were performing, nothing could prepare him for how angelic you sounded as you sang a duo with a fellow teacher. How angelic you looked shining underneath the spotlight as you smiled and performed without a hitch, looking comfortable even underneath so many eyes.

But when your eyes finally met his from where he sat in the middle of the crowd, and how your smile widen as you gesture towards him whilst singing the chorus; Nanami couldn't help but blush as a loving smile tugged at the corners of his face. How his features soften from their usual monotone features into a loving and soft gaze that he reserves only for your little family, even not being able to tear away from yours as he watches you dance along the stage. Seeming to be having the time of your life doing something you love.

It's during this moment, in the comfort of the dark amongst strangers, that he realised just how lucky he was to be living the life he does with you. And he vows to himself to always show you and your child just how grateful he is for you two, and that no matter what he wants you two to know just how important you are to him.

And that no matter what, he will always fight through everything just so he can return you two at the end of his day.

(yes we will ignore the Shibuya arc on this account.)

[theresa-nam-nam-me]

| hybrid seokjin | true love

Masterlist

Requested?: yes

Sugar glider Hybrid jin x reader

Summary → owners and their hybrids, a magical story of the two falling in love at first sight but jin knew better then anyone that this wasn't the case. Meeting you though, was nothing but a pure miracle.

Warnings: none

"Y/n!" Your friend shouted for you "yes misa?" You said trying to swallow your salad "I and jisoo are going to Italy next week" she said excitedly showing you her plane tickets. "That's great!" You smiled "and i, kind of need a favor" she dragged her words "i was wondering if you could look after jin for a few days, while I'm in Italy." You had forgotten she had that sugar glider hybrid she hadn't talk about him much "you aren't bringing him along with you?" You asked confused "uh, no i don't want him to ruin the mood, so will you please!" She begged clasping her hands together. You knew he was a hybrid but he was also a grown man, couldn't he take care of himself? "Fine" you sighed

The week passed too quickly and now you were standing outside misas door with a small suitcase in hand. "Y/n! Come in" she gestured you inside. "Good evening misa" you greeted, looking forward was rather a tall hybrid with small ears, a long tail that match the soft brown of his hair, and plump red lips. "Good evening jin" you smiled taking off your coat "good evening Miss. L/n," he said "oh please call me y/n" he smiled and nodded "ill show you to your room," misa said dragging you alongside her. "Here you go" she opened the door. The room was just a plane guest room with a bed, small tv, and a few plants.

"Well ill see you in a few days, take care!" Misa waved to you before sprinting out the door. After unpacking your things you left your room and a great creamy smell hit you. You followed it into the kitchen seeing jin make an alfredo sauce. "What is that?" You asked "oh, it's nokey" (Italian dish) "it smells amazing" you complemented making him smile "thank you, would you like some?" He asked, you nodded your head happily. Seokjin placed the bowls on the table and pulled out a seat for you. "Thank you jin" you said before sitting down.

Jin picked up his fork blowing away the steam making his cheeks puff up. "Do you like it?" He asked, tail slightly swinging behind him "yes, it's delicious" you said stuffing your face with more "I thought I'd be making dinner for you though" you commented. He could clearly cook very well without issue so you didn't see why he needed to be babysat. After dinner you decided to take a shower before bed. getting out you wrapped a towel around you, when you opened the door you were met with jins now flustered face “oj jin, can i help you?” you questioned, he shook his head “i was wondering if you would like to watch a movie” he asked “sorry jin maybe tomorrow, i'm really tired right now”

you felt bad seeing jins smile drop and silently moving out of the way “goodnight jin” you smiled making his small ears perk up again “goodnight y/n'' it took you a few minutes to adjust but you slowly started to drift off with heavy eyelids and the sounds of rain hitting the roof. you were barely coneses when you felt the other side of the bed dip. “hello” you grumbled out looking through halfly opened lids. “sorry i just don't like storms...may i stay here” you nodded not thinking much of it until you felt him cuddle into you. his head hid in your neck, you let out a soft sigh before combing your hands through his hair.

The sun shines through the window and you hid under the cover but the sudden smell of pancakes slowly pulled you out of bed leading you to the kitchen “Jin?” You called seeing him flip pancakes over the stove “good morning y/n” he greeted you “please take a seat in almost done with breakfast” you nodded seating yourself at the table watching him flip a few more pancakes before placing them on a plate and setting it in front of you. “ thank you seokjin” he smiled before digging into his plate. You whipped you mouth with a cloth before picking up your plate and washing it “would you like to watch a movie today before I go?”

“Yes, do you like Avengers?” he asked. You nodded after seokjin finished his plate he quickly washed up before sitting on the soft Couch turning on the tv. “Sit with me” he pulled you next to him as you held a bowl of popcorn. You had seen the movie plenty of times before so it was no surprise when you started drifting off to a soft nap and slowly leaning against seokjins shoulder. “Im back!” a loud voice interrupted your peaceful slumber making you flinch away from jin as if being caught doing something wrong. You quickly regained yourself standing up straight “misa! How was your trip?” you asked moving into a hug “amazing, you should have seen it, such a beautiful country!” she smiled greatly. “How was jin?” she asked looking over at him, her voice toning down from her energetic energy. “Oh, he's fine, he is a grown man after all” she only mumbled an “i guess” to your comment before changing the subject.

After a few more minutes of catching up, you packed your stuff and headed to the door “y/n” jins voice called behind you, when you turned your head jin held out his hands holding out a small box, you gentle took it from his hold “what is it?” you asked “some homemade chocolates...a thank you for visiting” he smiled “thank you jin” he nodded opening the door for you. “Goodbye jin” you waved goodbye to each other.

His smile feel as he closed behind you, he felt his heart suddenly ache as he walked deeper into the house. “Can y/n come for dinner?” Jin asked sering misa started to unpack, she just shot him a glare to leave her alone. That evening when dinner rolled around he sat in silence as misa stared at her phone paying no mind to him,you seemed to have plagued jins mind, he missed your conpany at the table and recalled the conversation you had together. He began to realize how lonely he truly was and how you weren't just in his head but filled his heart with a warm sensation.

That night he felt himself twisting and turning in bed, he was unable to sleep. The previous night cuddled up to you felt like such bliss that tonight couldn't satisfy him. He reluctantly threw his covers off and touched his feet to cold hardwood floors. He tiptoed into the living room seeing misa to occupied with what was on tv to notice him slipping by. He made his way to the door, slowly turning the nob before slipping out. He followed the smell of rosemary and soon ended up in front of a small apartment door. He honestly hadn't thought what hed do when he got to this stage but he knew it was to late to turn back now.

He slowly rose his hand knocking it against the door. “Hello” you peaked your head out from behind the door in your PJs and messy hair. “Hi y/n” jin greeted “oh seokjin, it's late is misa here?” you asked confusion. “No it's just me, I just wanted to see you and maybe stay a while,” he said awkwardly, not wanting to jump on you with the idea of mates just yet. “Uh sure,” you opened up the door making way for him. “What brings you here?” you asked closing the door “i thought we could hang out” you raised a brow looking up at the clock, “at 1 am?” he nodded his head. “We could finish our movie” he smiled hoping to lighten the mood. You nodded your head before making your way to the couch together.

-time skip (the next morning)-

The sun shined in between the curtains, you pushed your blanket of touching your feet to the cold hardwood before making your way into the kitchen. You could see jins sleeping figure on the couch, he stayed the night after falling asleep during the movie. You turned around to make breakfast. “Y/n?” seokjins mumbly voiced called out. “Good morning jin, I'm making breakfast if you'd like to take a seat” jin stood from the couch making his way to the dining room padding down his messy hair. You set his plate down in front of him and began to eat. “You never told me why you came over last night” jin nearly choked at your comment. “Oh well, you see there's this thing called a mate and-” the doorbell rang cutting off jins sentence.

You opened the door to see misa with a very unpleasant look on her face “misa you must be looking for jin-” you were loudly cut of by her yelling “so he is here!” she pushed past you “who gave you permission to leave last night?!” she screamed at him “it's really no big deal misa” you tried to rationalize. “I wanted to see y/n but you wouldn't listen!” jin yelled back slamming his hand on the table. “And this is the type of stunt you pull! You can't listen to you lucky if you ever see her again!” misa spat balling her first “You can't! Y/ns my mate!” he screamed out. There was a moment of f silence before misa gave a huff and snatched jin by the collar of his shirt in an attempt to drag him out the house. jin harshly pulled back riping his shirt. “Im staying with y/n!”he screamed pulling you in front of him.

“Please y/n will you keep me?” his eyes turned puppy looking at you. “But mias your owner not me” he sighed “but your my mate, like a soulmate!” he begged “i-i don't know jin misa can provide better-” “i don't care I want you y/n!” he said nudgeing his head into your shoulder. You looked back at misa who gave you a nasty glare but then back at jin who could break into tears at any moment “ill keep him” you said. Misas eyes widened before returning to a glare “fine!! but don't even think of coming back to get your stuff!” she yelled walking out slamming the door behind her.

Your mind was blank at what had just happened but you were brought back to reality by jin snuggling his face into your neck. “Thank you y/n this is all I've ever wanted” a sense of relief washed over you as you wrapped your arms around him, you didn't know what could become of this but you are willing to accept whatever it may be.

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5. How did their second date go? [in a vaguely human AU]

Horribly.

Their first date (as much as it was one) happened almost by chance. They were both hungry, soaked in Buckfast and the cheapest lager on tap, and by silent mutual accord fall back to let the rest of their group carry on to the next pub without them.

Arthur pays. He also eats half of Alasdair's chips when he drops his tripping on the curve. They end up walking through a dimly lit park instead of joining the others and Arthur listens as Alasdair talks himself hoarse over the hours they spend wandering aimlessly through shadowed pathways back to city streets.

Alasdair wants to take Arthur home. Gets as far as slipping a hand between Arthur's shirt and the small of his back before his phone rings–– Sean shouting from the other end of the line, demanding to know where they are. So Alasdair wants to take Arthur home but he doesn't and all that he is left with is his number and the hot press of lips against his before one of his friends whisks Arthur away to catch the last bus.

Their second date, well.

Arthur is late. Half an hour late and soaking wet because he chose to bike, so he spends most of their 'date' shivering because they're sat at a table that's right by the door and it blowing a hooley outside. Alasdair chose the place on Francis' recommendation, a small Italian cafe with stellar coffee–– and he spends the rest of the evening kicking Arthur every time he shifts in his seat because he can't comfortably fit his legs under the low iron table. He also says some three full sentences at a stretch in the first hour they spend sitting across each other like the unsociable bastards they are.

Things don't much improve until Arthur tries to cross his legs, frustrated and tired of getting nailed by Alasdair's muddy boots, and knees the table instead. That sends a fresh cup of coffee straight onto Alasdair's lap, who howls a curse and kicks Arthur again before clambering onto his feet. Arthur curses as well and grabs the closest napkin, standing to press it over the stain without stopping to think. This inevitably ends with his hand cupped over Alasdair's groin, who makes a face like a stunned deer caught on a fence.

That's the mortifying end of it.

(It's still raining when they step outside. Arthur's bike is chained around the corner. Alasdair's flat is a few of streets away, closer than Arthur's so an offer is made, stilted and a little curt which Arthur soon learns is simply how Alasdair speaks when he's uncertain. A shower, dry clothes. The heater cranked up against the deep winter chill.

Later, dressed in Alasdair's clothes and comfortably straddling his thighs, Arthur will tune out the voices playing from the telly and focus on the soft click of Alasdair's lips against his. Alasdair will sigh and spread his fingers to span Arthur's hips, enjoy the cadence of Arthur's voice as he talks about everything and nothing.

It's as good a third date as the unofficial first.)

13. Who asked the other to get married?

((You ken who because ye've read the draft hhhh I won't spoil it ♡))

35. Can they name each other’s favourite food?

They can! It's simple fare but Alasdair will have soda bread and stew over anything more elaborate. Likes how Arthur will bake rosemary and cheddar into the crust. On the other hand, no one makes a banoffee pie like Alasdair's and Arthur does so have a sweet tooth.

72. How do they work out a fight?

For a long time they didn't. Easier to let fights fester into abrasive resentment and use that to keep fuelling the discord between them.

Patience only comes with time, but the first step was letting go of the impulsive need to hurt and recognising it for what it was: fear. Fear that giving an inch would surrender a mile, that admitting fault would knock them off their feet. Fear of what they might become without the burning anger between. That without cruelty there would be no other acceptable outlet for the need to reach out and touch.

It takes time but eventually they figure it out. It's all about balance, learning when to step away and when to push. They both know perfectly well where each other's boundaries are and how to cross them so there is a lot of worth in the fact that they no longer look to do that intentionally. That they've learnt how to apologise and recognise and apology when it comes wordless and contrite. There is no victory in winning an argument if it ends with both of them bitter and aching.