#and ofc other things. but the majority of things in the past shes done have either been apologized for or debunked or etc

[anonymouscheeses]

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Istg if anyone says "ugh, now I don't like Melanie martinez.... 😒" I'm going to touch you

[cissyenthusiast010155]

Could I request Larissa x student reader where r very smart but doesn't apply themselves because they don't work well in classroom settings so Larissa decides to tutor r herself. This leads to Larissa teaching r some other things when she learns r is a virgin.

Heyyy anon! Thanks for the request. I absolutely love this idea. Caring, warm NSFW Larissa has a special place in my heart. The student!reader is of age in this ofc.

First Times Ch 1: Humble Beginnings ~Larissa Weems xFem Student!Sorceress!Reader

Link to Ch 2, Ch 3, Ch 4

Mommy…Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, virgin!reader, age gap (all legal), smut, eating out, implied future sex, kissing, etc.

Enjoy (;

You knew you weren’t dumb. Even with other students thinking that. You may have been failing majority of your classes, but you weren’t dumb. You were just bored.

With your magical abilities and your early thirst for knowledge, your classes just bored you. They were just so slow. You preferred learning things on your own either by experience or in your books.

One certain Friday evening after all classes had ceased, you were called into Principal Weems’ office. You knocked at the large set of doors and received a “Come in” from the other side. You entered the large yet comforting office.

“Ah, Ms. L/N! Please, do close the door and come sit down.” Principal Weems looked up from her work, greeting you and indicating to the chairs by her desk.

You did as you were told and sat down in a chair across from her and the desk.

“So, Ms. L/N… Do you have any idea why I called you in her today?” She asked you.

“Have I done anything wrong, Principal Weems?” You genuinely asked her.

“Darling, please call me Larissa when it’s just us, and not really…” she paused for a moment, “It’s about your grades, love.”

“Oh.” You suddenly felt embarrassed and like a disappointment, which was odd because you could care less about your grades.

“I know firsthand how smart you are, Dear. You crushed all the scholarship exams and essays with your intellect. So, I don’t understand what the problem is, perhaps you can enlighten me?” Larissa caringly explained.

“I don’t know… I just get… kinda bored.” You mumbled, head down and fiddling with your hands.

“Hmmmm… Would it perhaps be helpful if I tutored you for the time being? Maybe a change of scenery when learning would be less boring?” Larissa suggested.

Your stomach did flips at her words.

“I don’t know… sure.” You responded, looking up and meeting her caring eyes.

“Wonderful. Shall we say twice per school week plus Saturday mornings?” Larissa smiled.

“Ok.”

“Alright love, I’ll see you tomorrow at 9am sharp.”

You nodded and exited her office, you face red and your stomach churning in anticipation.

~~~

Weeks went by and Larissa’s tutoring was actually helping you, and your grades looked to be actually salvageable. And you also just enjoyed seeing Larissa three times a week now. It was nice to have someone who could play to your intelligence and challenge you.

You woke up this Saturday morning like the past ones, readying yourself for your 9am tutoring session with Larissa. On top of that, the Rave’N was this evening. You were trying to forget about it. It was stupid. Teenagers were stupid. You just didn’t understand them.

Trying to ignore the impending dance, you made your way through mainly sleeping school to Larissa’s office. You knocked and entered as per usual.

“Good Morning, Dear.” Larissa greeted you.

“Morning.” you replied with a slight yawn.

“Awww, is my little smarty pants still tired…?” Larissa teased you.

You blushed heavily at her lighthearted comment. You always blushed hard around her…

You sat down in your usual chair and brought out your work. Although have of your sessions were usually just you and Larissa chatting…

“The Rave’N is tonight. Will I be seeing you there?” Larissa inquired.

Your head shot up from your studies, “Your going to the Rave’N?”

“Hmmmm, yes I am. Are you?”

“I don’t know… I wasn’t going to.”

“Oh, why is that?” Larissa asked, putting her own work aside, becoming more intrigued in the conversation.

“I just… I think it’s all kinda dumb.” You confessed.

“What about it is dumb?” Larissa questioned.

“Oh I mean no offense!” You immediately gushed out, not wanting to accidentally offend Larissa, “It’s just that everyone is just talking about dates and after parties and activities.”

Larissa hummed in response, “And you think that’s all dumb?”

“No, I just think it’s just… I don’t know… I just don’t know much about any of that…” you bashfully admitted, completely prepared for Larissa to laugh at the fact that there is a topic in which your completely inexperienced in.

But Larissa didn’t do that.

“You don’t know much about what exactly? Dating?” Larissa asked with surprise.

“No… well yes and parties and dating related activities, like sex…” you practically whispered the last of your words.

It took Larissa a second to process your words and her own shock.

“You’re a virgin?” She bluntly asked.

“Yes…” you choked out, face red with embarrassment.

Larissa immediately registered your demeanor, “Hey love, it’s alright. It’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

Tears were staring to threaten your eyes, “Right but it means that I don’t know anything in that area… I’m just useless in that subject matter…”

Larissa immediately got up from her chair, to your surprise, and just embraced you.

“You are not useless. And I’m sure that whomever you choose to be with you for the first time will be extremely lucky to have you and be extremely knowledgeable in the matter.” Larissa comforted you.

“Does that sounds like any teenager you know?” You rhetorically questioned the woman with a tone of self-deprecating humor.

Larissa looked into your eyes, reassuring you “You will find someone.”

You gave her a weak smile.

“Why don’t we end early today and I’ll plan to see you at the dance?” Larissa suggested.

“Ok.” You said through a chocked voice, and you left.

You left Larissa in her office to contemplate her words…

You did have a point… What teenager could actually serve your needs?

Larissa put her doubts away, reassuring herself that you would indeed find someone.

~~~

You spent the rest of your day replaying the morning in your mind. Until, it was time for the dance. You found your best white outfit, putting it on, and made your way to the dance.

Like normal, you were just kinda ignored by all. You had gotten used to it. You spotted Larissa and Ms Thornhill in a corner of the room, Larissa wearing a stunning white dress… Although, when was she never not stunning…

Having nothing else to do anyways, you made your way over to the two staff members.

“Miss L/N, might I say lovely you look.” Larissa complimented you with a glint in her eyes just for you.

“Thank you, Principal Weems. You do as well.” You responded, causing Larissa to have the tiniest blush wash over her face.

“I’m gonna go refill the punch.” Ms Thornhill declared, leaving the two of you.

“So… any luck finding someone?” Larissa asked you.

You chuckled in self defeat, “No…”

“Oh. Well I’m sorry love.” Larissa comforted you while looking around the party.

This entire time she had witnessed everyone just ignore you.

Everyone ignore your brilliance, your beauty, your attractiveness…

“Would you…” Larissa began, “Would you perhaps be interested in going to have a drink in my office?”

“I’d like that.” You immediately returned, wanting to get away from everyone as quickly as possible.

Larissa nodded. And she led you to her office.

Closing the door behind you, she made her way to her desk, but instead of going to her liquor cabinet, she simply leaned against the desk.

“Is everything alright?” You asked the tall blonde.

“Hm?” Larissa caught your eye, being brought back from deep thought by your words.

“Are you ok?” you repeated your concern.

“I…” Larissa began her statement but paused again, scrunching her brows,

“What if… What if I taught you?” she hesitantly spoke, not meeting your eye.

“What?” You asked, your stomach doing summersaults at Larissa’s words.

Larissa moved and leaned against the desk where she was now facing you directly. She slowly raised herself where she was now looming over you.

“Do I make you nervous, darling?” She whispered, while tucking a stray hair behind you ear.

Your cheeks flushed with redness at her close presence and intimate words. You stuttered to find your words, but failed.

Larissa came down to your face, cupping your cheek, “Would it be alright if I kiss you?”

You sheepishly nodded.

“I need you to use your words, Darling.” She purred.

“Yes, please…” you whispered.

Larissa then grazed her lips to yours, before taking you in fully. You hadn’t ever done this before, so you kinda panicked. Larissa registered this and guided your hands to her shoulder and hips.

“Is this alright, love?” she asked, wanting to make sure to check in with you.

“Yes.” You whimpered into her lips.

She then slowly moved you to sit on her lap in her office chair.

“Relax, love… you’re safe here.” Larissa cooed as you slowly relaxed into the kiss more.

She gently guided you to straddle her over the chair, “Is this alright, love…?”

“Yes, god yes…” you breathlessly responded.

The kiss got more passionate and needy as Larissa was taking her time exploring your cavern with her tongue. At one point you full on moaned as Larissa had instinctually bucked her hips up and met your sensitive core. You blushed furiously at the sound you had just admitted.

“Hey, no… I want to hear you, my Darling.” Larissa cooed, she lowered her voice and purred into your ear “I want to hear you scream my name in pleasure, as I’m the one who takes you for the first time… But only if that’s what you truly want.”

You whimpered at her words, and your own hips were slightly jerking forward in search for some kind of friction.

Then Larissa pulled away with a serious look, “But only if that’s truly what you want, Y/N.” She seriously repeated herself.

God, your name on her lips was divine…

Her caring, lustful eyes meet your desperately needy one.

“Yes, god yes… Please Larissa…!” You mewled and bucked your hips into her lap, meanwhile being completely shook at your own words.

Larissa smirked at your own shock from your desperation.

“Ok. Well if your uncomfortable with anything just say ‘red’, okay?”

“I understand.” You whimpered, desperate for her touch.

Larissa then proceeded to pick you up and swap places with you, placing herself in between your legs.

“Can I roll your dress up?” She gently asked.

You bit your lip and nodded, “yes please..”

Larissa then rolled your dress up to give her enough access.

“Spread your legs for me, love?” Larissa cooed.

You did as you were told.

Then Larissa began peppering your thighs with kisses and marks, eliciting little moans and whimpers from you. Larissa worked her way up your thighs until she was met by your knickers.

“Can I take these off” she asked breathlessly and her own pupils now blown up.

“Please…!” You eagerly nodded.

Removing your knickers, Larissa was met with your soaked cunt, making her mouth water.

“Would you prefer my tongue or my fingers, love?” Larissa asked, looking up at you, her eyes full of care and lust.

You gulped and went red at her question.

“Um… tongue?”

Larissa nodded, lowering herself to your heat. She began slowly, dragging her tongue through your wet folds. Sparks of electricity washed through you with every swipe of her tongue against your core.

“OHhhhH, god yes…!” You breathily moaned, bucking your hips up to meet Larissa’s tongue.

Larissa took that as a sign for her to be able to speed up a bit, eliciting only more moans and mewls from your lips. And when Larissa began to tongue fuck your pussy… You were screaming for her, your thighs clenching around her head.

“Please… please…!” You pled.

“What, love? Use your words.” Larissa purred into your pussy.

“Mmm’ go faster please…!!” You moaned out, your back arching into the pleasure.

Larissa happily obliged, fucking your cunt with her tongue even faster. Her hands were keeping your thighs from crushing her head as you cried out in pleasure. Larissa felt your walls start to flutter more and more against her tongue.

“Do you want to cum, love?”

“Yes please!!” You cried out, jerking your hips desperately to meet Larissa’s tongue.

“Go ahead, darling. Cum for me.” Larissa purred into your cunt, as she tongue fucked you over your edge.

You screamed her name, as your whole body was washed over by a white, pleasurable heat. Larissa lapped your cunt up and cleaned you up, helping you down from your high. As she came up to your level again, she found you a panting, post-orgasm blissful mess.

Larissa smiled at the sight. This time it was you who leaned in and connected your lips to yours. You moaned into the kiss, tasting yourself on Larissa’s mouth. You both broke the kiss for air. Then you both just sat there and laughed for a second. Larissa stroked your cheek, smiling.

“Maybe next time…” you whispered, your shyness returning, “you could use your fingers…?”

Larissa chuckled at your comment and nodded.

“If you want there to be a next time, i have many other things to show you.” Larissa purred into your ear.

~~~

Chapter 2 with more new experiences… 😉

Larissa Weems Masterlist

[gale-dragon-writer]

Guardian Zestial pt 3

About two and a half years later, Zestial got a selfie pic of Charlie, Vaggie, and their first resident for the Happy Hotel. The Overlord is happy that his little godchild's plans are getting some traction, even if it's just one person. But for some reason, Zestial couldn't help but find this new resident familiar but couldn't place why. He does congratulate Charlie on the recruit.

About a week later during an Overlord meeting, Val "accidentally" shares one of his porn videos with the other Overlords. Milly Zilla clobbers him for both not paying attention to the meeting and bringing up something that had nothing to do with the meeting. (Nothing major, just puts his head through the table a little harder than needed).

Seeing the "star" of the video, Zetial recognised him right away as Charlie's first recruit. Despite his calm exterior, Zestial couldn't help but worry about what trouble this Angel Dust could get Charlie into. He already started making plans to murder Valentino in case he does anything to Charlie (several of those plans involve Val being in a lot of pain before dying).

Now we start going into the timeline for the first season (mostly... Okay, I added a few extra things).

Like the canon, Alastor suddenly appears at the Happy Hotel and offers his backing for this Redemption Project. Claiming it was merely for the entertainment that could come from Sinners trying and failing to be redeemed. Alastor offers to make a deal with Charlie to make the hotel successful. However, Charlie is a lot more aware that the wording of a deal can affect the outcome of it, thanks to Zestial tutoring her in these kinds of things.

So Charlie hammers out the details regarding this deal and tells Alstor that she won't accept the deal unless he accepts those terms. Ofc, Alastor is a little taken aback by the Princess of Hell's words, but quickly plays it off by cheerfully telling her that she was certainly prepared and thought everything through for this before ultimately accepting the Hotel Deal. Vaggie is so proud of her girl.

Ofc, Charlie tells Zestial this with so much joy. And ofc, Zestial is surprised and suspicious. Surprised that Alastor the Radio Demon was back and still alive, and suspicious because Zestial knew the other Overlord enough to know that he had to be up to something. So, Zestial tells Charlie that while he's glad her project is getting some positive attention, he warns her not to trust Alastor too much.

Charlie understands her guardian's concerns and tells him about the deal she made with Alastor. Zestial is so proud of his little godchild for thinking things through. He wishes Charlie continual luck before he hangs up.

Zestial does his usual visit to Lucifer. The Lord of Hell is... More or less going off on his usual pre-meeting rant about having to deal with that "annoying a$$hole who doesn't even bother to use the meeting for what it's supposed to be used for". Zestial has heard this all before and has asked in the past why Heaven even does these meetings when nothing ever gets done. Lucifer has told him that he doesn't know and has tried sending letters to his siblings, the 7 Heavenly Virtues, but none of them have even bothered to reply to any that has been sent. Zestial has told Lucifer that that is kind of weird, telling him that even if they might still be mad at the Lord of Hell, they would at least reply to one of his messages.

However, with Lucifer in his depression, he just thinks that Zestial is reaching and is trying to make him feel better. But the Overlord has his suspicions.

So when Lucifer asks Charlie to take his place in the Heaven meeting, Zestial takes the opportunity to test his theory. With Charlie on her excitement high at the thought of pitching her idea of the Happy Hotel to Heaven, she's quick to say yes to Zestial's request to deliver a letter from her father to one of the Heavenly Virtues. He tells her that Lucifer forgot to ask her to do this himself.

The letter was one that Zestial took off of Lucifer's desk, it was one of the many unsent letters the Lord of Hell wrote in the past but never sent. The Overlord grabbed one of those and one of the envelopes that already had a recipient name on it that Lucifer wrote. He also put a nice little charm on the envelope and added something "extra" inside with the letter.

So while Charlie sings "Happy Day in Hell" while dancing through the streets of Pentagram City, she strategically dances by the building Zestial was standing outside. Since no one else dared to be in the Oldest Overlord's presence w/o the guts to not kill themselves or flee on sight, no one was there to see Zestial handing Charlie an envelope and her giving him a hug with a kiss on the cheek (strictly in the familial way ppl!). Then Charlie dances her way to the Heaven Embassy, all while still singing her song.

When Charlie signs in, she notices a letter drop box. So she slips the letter Zestial had given her into it w/o much thought and thinking it'll be sent to the name on the envelope.

The meeting starts the same as canon, as are the Hotel's efforts to create a commercial to advertise what they're about. Vaggie calls Zestial and the Carmine Family, telling them about the commercial and when it airs so they can watch it.

With Alastor's (reluctant) help on the commercial, they have it up and ready to air when an upset Charlie gets back.

Vaggie comforts Charlie, asking what happened at the meeting. Charlie essentially tells her that the Leader of the Exorcist, Adam, was a total prick and wasted nearly the entire meeting talking about stuff that had nothing to do with the meeting and laughed at her idea of reforming Sinners. Vaggie cringes at the tone her girlfriend is using but tries to cheer her up by showing her the commercial that the hotel worked on while she was gone, which was ready to air on tv.

Everyone in the Hotel gets comfortable in front of the TV. Carmilla, Clara, and Odette do the same at their home. Zestial finishes setting up his old TV (that he had stored in a closet) with enough time to make tea and get comfortable in front of the device. (Admittedly, my headcon for Zestial is that he did watch TV for a time after it came to Hell, but stopped when the few programs that he did watch ended and nothing new caught his attention or didn't care much for what was currently airing).

The commercial starts off smoothly enough, but after not even five seconds in the 666 News station cuts in with an emergency Pride Ring Wide broadcast. Announcing that Extermination Day will now be held twice a year rather than once a year.

The Happy Hotel Gang go through various emotions of "WHAT THE ACTUAL F**K?!?"

The Carmine Family are a gasp in pure shock.

Zestial drops the cup with his tea.

The Clocktower with the Days Until Extermination Day went from 354 to 177.

Nearly everyone in the Pride Ring is panicking over the new timeframe.

After the shock wears off, the Happy Hotel crew are finally able to process what was happening. Ofc, Charlie is in a state of confused panic. Confused over the sudden shortening of the timeframe that was NOT mentioned in the Meeting and panicked over the fact that that means more of her people will be killed more often!

To be Continued in part 4.

Here's Pt 1 and 2.

[steddieas-shegoes]

i have a request!

maybe one where steve knows he's bisexual before eddie but ofc, eddie thinks he's straight and doesn't think he has a chance, so he just takes whatever he can get with steve's friendship even though he has the biggest crush on steve and vice versa. but when eddie does find out about both, eddie would be internally screaming bc he could have been in a relationship with him and kissing steve ages ago.

i just love gay disaster eddie and confident bisexual steve haha

THANK YOU FOR THIS!!! This one could genuinely be a multi-chapter fic, so if someone has the time, I would love LOVE LOVE to read that. For now, here's a taste of something that kind of checks all the boxes mentioned but at superspeed. If I could write a 20k fic on it, it probably would have A LOT more pining first. I'm a sucker for pining. I hope you love this little thing! - Mickala ❤️

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Steve was giving off vibes, okay?

Like, major ones.

And Eddie was convinced he was imagining it or just trying to convince himself that something existed where it didn’t to make his chances higher.

When Robin came out, a small part of him believed that Steve had to be at least a little queer. Men didn’t just accept being turned down by someone they liked when they turned out to be a big old lesbian.

But when he casually asked Robin if Steve had ever been so inclined towards the same sex, she laughed hysterically and said Steve was as straight as they came, that she’d never met anyone as straight as him, and that she’d probably end up with a man before he did.

So he let it go.

But then he said stuff sometimes about actors or singers that just left Eddie’s brain a big pile of question marks.

Maybe Eddie just didn’t know how straight dudes talked about other dudes?

So he let that go too.

And then Steve was genuinely checking out a guy at the public pool. There was no other explanation for the way his eyes focused in on his ass and worked their way up his body, a nod of silent approval hidden to all but Eddie.

But he did the same exact thing to Robin when she came out of the changing room, and while he knew he had feelings for her a while ago, they were long gone.

“What was that all about?” Eddie gave in and asked when everyone else started walking to the steps to get in.

“What?”

“Checking Robin out.”

“What the hell? I wasn’t checking her out! I was making sure her bathing suit fit right. One of the things they taught in lifeguard classes was that a too big or too small bathing suit can kill you.”

“So you were just making sure it fit?”

“Yeah. I don’t want her to drown.”

Eddie sighed.

But he let it go.

He stopped hoping for the chance to be more than friends. He was fine with just being friends. More than fine. Great.

He got to enjoy having Steve as a friend.

He didn’t half ass anything.

If he said he was gonna hang out, he was ready to commit the entire day to making sure you had his attention.

If he had everyone over at his house for movie night, he had everyone’s favorite snacks ready to go.

If he was gonna join Eddie at the quarry and smoke and look at the stars, he was gonna do it while making Eddie fall in love with him.

It wasn’t fair.

But he tried to let it go.

It was one of those nights that he found out he didn’t have to let it go.

“You ever just wonder how you could have ever thought you were a different person?”

What? Okay, Steve was high. Past the silly kind and right into the too existential to make sense kind.

“I don’t have a clue what you’re sayin’, man.”

Steve giggled.

God, Eddie was fucking done for.

“It’s just that I thought I was straight for 17 years of my life. And then spent another two years trying to convince myself that I couldn’t be anything but straight. And then life smacked me with Robin and now you and it didn’t really leave me much room to argue.”

“What are you saying?”

“I mean, I’ve had a crush on you since. Well, definitely since you held a bottle to my throat, but probably before that. Like, way before that. Maybe your first senior year.”

Steve was high. He didn’t mean what he was saying, and even if somehow he did, it wasn’t fair to hold him to it. Being high was sometimes like being drunk: the words may be true, but the feelings may not stick around.

So Eddie took a deep breath, bit back the tears he could feel clinging to his eyes and the burn in his throat, and forced himself to change the subject.

It wasn’t fair, but when Steve let him change the subject easily, he let it go.

————-

It took three weeks for him to break.

He was with Steve at his house, waiting for the kids to show up for movie night. Steve was busy preparing homemade pizza because he thrived on being able to cook for everyone.

Eddie loved him so much.

He was staring. He knew he was.

But how could he not when Steve was in that stupid “Number One Dad” apron that Max got him last Christmas as a joke, but he’d sniffled and said thank you like it was the best gift he got in the world?

Steve was humming something, sliding the last pizza into the oven (pineapple and ham for El, Will, and Mike), when it all seemed to hit him.

Steve had come out to him, had admitted out loud that he wasn’t straight and that he’d had a crush on him for a long time.

Sure, he was high when he did, but he’d been high with Eddie lots of times and never given away any top secret personal information like that.

He’d wanted Eddie to make a move.

He was so stupid.

He stood abruptly, nearly banging his knee against the bar in the kitchen.

Steve looked over at him, brows furrowed in concern, lips pouting out unintentionally.

Eddie stalked over to him, not bothering to explain his theatrics. At this point, Steve should be used to them.

He stopped right in front of him, looking down at the suddenly nervous way Steve was holding himself.

He wasn’t letting it go this time.

He sure as shit wasn’t running. He didn’t do that anymore.

“You remember the quarry?”

“Like, in general…or…?”

“A few weeks ago you said something at the quarry.”

“Oh.” Steve looked down at the floor between them. “Yeah. It’s okay that you don’t feel the same. I shouldn’t have put you on the spot like that.”

There was no fucking way Eddie was letting him think he didn’t want him back.

He gripped his cheeks in his hands, palms tilting his face up so he could look into his eyes.

Steve was biting his lip so hard, it looked like it could start bleeding any moment.

Eddie brought his thumb over, pulling his lip from his teeth.

“How can I kiss you if you’re too busy eating your lip?”

Steve’s eyes widened.

“What?”

“Stevie. Did you mean it then?”

“Yeah, ‘course I did. I wouldn’t lie about that.”

“Then I need to ask a favor.”

“Anything.”

Eddie wouldn’t let that go to his head. Not yet.

“Can I kiss you?”

Steve’s responding smile lit up the room, more than the overhead lights, more than the actual sunlight streaming through the window.

“Thought you’d never ask.”

Eddie leaned in as Steve did, their lips meeting in a light peck that quickly deepened, moans escaping their mouths at the same moment.

He let his hands slide down to Steve’s neck, his thumbs rubbing small circles as his tongue begged for entrance into his mouth.

Steve was sinking further against him, his heartbeat steady against Eddie’s chest.

“It’s about damn time. Honestly, I was starting to think I’d have to make Steve come out to you again.”

Robin’s voice shocked them apart, but when they realized who it was, they managed to fall back into each other.

Eddie’s arm slipped around Steve’s waist as Steve rested his head on Eddie’s shoulder.

“The kids will be inside in about 20 seconds so if you would prefer they don’t know what’s going on, you should wipe those lovesick looks off your faces and find a bubble of personal space.”

Eddie kissed the top of Steve’s head before pulling away.

“Talk when the kids leave?”

“Yeah. But first,” Steve pulled Eddie in for one more quick kiss on the lips. When he pulled away, he was smirking. “We’ve got a lot of catching up to do.”

“I don’t plan on letting you out of bed for the next 24 hours after the kids leave. We’ll at least get a good start on the catching up.”

Eddie threw a wink at Steve, ignoring Robin’s gagging noises, and sat back at the bar.

The kids came running in, circling Steve to hug him or ask him what dinner was and Eddie smiled to himself.

Robin nudged him after a few seconds.

“You’re both so hopeless.”

“Not anymore.”

[mysterious-moonstruck-musings]

Destiny & Deliverance: Chapter 7

Destiny & Deliverance Masterlist ||| Dieter Bravo X OFC Smut and Angst Warning - Minors DNI New as of 7/24/2023

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Series Rating: Explicit (18+)

Series Summary: Natalia Cohen is experiencing major life changes, beginning with leaving an emotionally abusive husband. She is learning how to navigate life on her own while dealing with high functioning anxiety, depression, and mild PTSD. Everything is looking up for her. She is a highly respected consultant for a major LA firm, has her best friend, Lauren, by her side, and is on her path to healing. Everything changes when she meets a handsome and broken stranger on a work trip. He turns out to be a well-known actor, with a heart-breaking past. They quickly develop a connection that will forever alter their lives. 

Warnings: Themes dealing with mental health, emotional trauma, alcohol use, and discussions about suicide. There will be fluff, tears, spicy language, and smut. This will be a slow burn type of story. Read at your own risk.

Chapter Quote: “I just keep myself busy. Otherwise, I wallow in depression."

It was close to six when I arrived back at the hotel. I was starting to feel anxious. I wasn’t sure what to expect. Would he feel differently now that he’s had the day to think about last night and this morning? I was starting to get lost in my head as I walked through the main entrance. I had planned to wait in the restaurant, as usual, since he mentioned dinner. However, there were no tables open, and the bar was a little too crowded for my liking. I decided to head back to the suite and finish up my preliminary report. When I got in, I kicked my shoes off and crawled into the middle of the bed, propping myself up on the headboard. I got my laptop situated and turned the tv on for some background noise. 

Around six forty-five I heard a quiet knock on the door beside me as Dieter stuck his head in. He smiled when he saw me.

“There you are. I figured you would be downstairs. I got a little worried you were standing me up.”

He laughed nervously. I gave him a mock look of horror.

“No way! It was just too crowded when I came in. There wasn’t a table open. Was it still bad?” 

“Yeah, kind of.” 

“Let’s just grab some room service and hang out here. Maybe we can watch a movie or something?” 

“I’m actually down for that. What would you like to eat? I’ll order.” 

“Surprise me.” 

“You sure?” 

“Yep.” 

He walked into the other room to scan the QR code with his phone for online ordering, then walked back in and flopped down on the bed with his legs hanging off the side. He leaned back and laid his head on my legs and absentmindedly reached up feeling along the hem of my skirt with his free hand. His finger was rubbing over the stitching. I watched him as he scrolled, occasionally reaching with his free hand to tap the screen, then putting it back down to feel along the hem. His familiarity and comfort helped me relax after having my earlier thoughts of doubt. 

After a few minutes, he realized I was watching him with a smirk on my face. 

“I’m sorry, am I distracting you from your work? I can…”

“No. You’re good. Carry on.” 

He raised his eyebrow from behind his glasses. I laughed and went back to typing. After a few minutes, he started playing a game on his phone. Clearly getting annoyed when he made a mistake. It was adorable to watch his face scrunch up in frustration. Sometime later, we heard a faint knock on the outer door to his suite. He paused his game and hopped up. 

“That must be the food.” 

“I’ll be in shortly, I’m almost finished.”

He nodded and walked through the adjoining door. 

I finished the final paragraph on the report and gave it a quick read through. I made sure I hit save, multiple times, then sent a quick email to Megan asking her to make copies for the meeting. It felt good to have this one done. Now I could relax and have zero things to worry about this evening. Not that any of it had crossed my mind last night. 

I got up and put my laptop away. Then I walked through Dieter’s room, looking around as I went. His belongings were everywhere. It didn’t surprise me. With the chaotic energy he tended to put out, he didn’t strike me as someone who was neat and organized. I laughed to myself at the thought. 

I opened his bedroom door to find him sitting at the small table in the kitchenette area. He was playing a game on his phone again. I walked over to the table, and he jumped up, wrapped his arms around my waist, and kissed me. He leaned back and reached up to touch one of the wavy pieces of hair hanging down on my face. 

“I thought you said your hair didn’t look good curly. I like it like this.” 

I smiled and leaned into his hand. His words stirred some sort of emotion in me that I couldn’t decipher. I inhaled sharply and turned away before it showed on my face. 

“So, what are we eating?”

“I got a few different things. Feel free to sample.” 

“Geez this is a lot of food.” I laughed. He shrugged.

“I guess I’ll have leftovers for tomorrow.” 

Our eyes met, realizing what that meant. He will be alone tomorrow. Neither of us wanted to bring that up further at the moment. I hadn’t given much thought beyond this week. I couldn’t. Not yet anyway. 

We sat down to eat, each of us taking a sampling of the different meals he ordered. We both opted for water with our meal. The thought of not having liquid courage this evening made me anxious, but I needed to lay off the alcohol some. 

He told me about his day. All the meetings he had to plan for the movie role he was offered. He said it would take up to five months to film and several overseas locations were planned. He was really excited about it. 

I felt a twinge of sadness at the thought of him being in another country for such a long time. No wonder he wasn’t dating anyone. 

“Do you ever get lonely or homesick while you’re gone for that long?” 

“Yeah, sometimes. It can be rough, but I have a team I travel with that I’m pretty close to. I fly back for quick visits with my family when I get a chance and we talk a lot. Sometimes they visit me depending on where I am. I make it work. It can be hard on your mental health though. Not gonna lie.” 

“I don’t know how you do it. I’m not sure I would survive that type of living.” 

“I just keep myself busy. Otherwise, I wallow in depression.” 

He knitted his brows together as his eyes stared off in the distance at nothing. His thoughts appeared to take him to a dark place for a moment. It was brief, but I noticed it. Then he shrugged and moved to change the subject.  

“How about you, how was your day?” 

“Really good actually. I’ve definitely got the guy. Well, it’s mostly circumstantial at this point, but I have a plan. Carrington is totally on board with it.” 

I smiled, pleased with myself.

“So, he has managed to sail through because of their current setup. The fact that I caught it is just crazy because it’s really a perfect situation for him to rip the company off. Anyway, I’ve set up a camera on the entrance to the room that houses their mainframe. I think he is accessing it directly, but there are no security cameras on that door.”

Dieter mouthed “what the fuck” and threw his hands up at the ridiculousness of it. 

“I know…” I said, shaking my head in agreement.

“Anyway, so he’s going in to alter and remove records so there are no signs of the changes anywhere. He is also changing it on the backups. I think he was even smart enough to somehow get a copy of a key made so it isn’t registering on the ID card scans that he entered the room. He was accessing it during scheduled job times so as not to raise any red flags. He messed up though. On two instances he logged on 33 and 63 seconds too early. I talked to Carrington today and he’s agreed to let me install, what is basically spyware, on the station that accesses the mainframe. Anytime anyone gets onto it, it’ll do a screen recording and track key entries, then send that information directly to me.”

He had a look of shock on his face. 

“That’s like some spy shit. Maybe they need to make a movie about you.” 

He laughed at me as I rolled my eyes. 

“I think I’ll pass…. Anyway, my thinking is that it should catch him in the act. We’ll have proof he’s the one in the room during times the changes are made, and we’ll be able to see exactly what he’s doing.” 

“I’m not gonna lie. I’m impressed. You literally blow my mind every time you tell me about your work.” 

I smiled at his compliment. 

“The fun part is, I have a meeting with all of them tomorrow to go over my preliminary report.” 

He froze. Shock on his face. 

“So, what are you gonna say?”

“Well, I’m going to tell them about all the upgrades they need in IT and changes they need to make for payment processing and suggest some staffing reorganization to help things run better. I’m also going to tell them I found no evidence of security breaches or data loss issues.” 

“And you can do that with a straight face? Not give anything away?” 

He seemed skeptical. 

“I one hundred percent will. So good in fact, Jay will feel pretty damn pleased with himself at not getting caught while also panicking about the impending changes that are going to rock his world.” 

I said that with a pretty fierce look on my face to drive my point as I took a drink of water.

Dieter’s eyes got kind of big as he saw the change in my demeanor. 

“Point taken. Pretty fucking scary indeed. Now I get it.” 

He shook his head as he leaned back in his seat, laughing. I started laughing too. 

I loved that he seemed genuinely interested in my day and my work. Giving me praise rather than scrutinizing every shared detail and chastising me for the way I handled things. That was after all what I was used to getting instead. 

After we finished eating, we decided to change into our pajamas and crawl into bed to watch a movie. 

I changed into a racerback tank sleep shirt. It came down a little past mid-thigh, but I felt like I was showing a lot of skin. I decided I didn’t care. I kept the panties but lost the bra. It got Dieter’s attention when I walked into the kitchenette area while he was making popcorn. He was trying to not be obvious, but he was definitely checking me out. He had changed into his shorts and t-shirt combo. 

I grabbed a couple bottles of water, and we made our way into my bedroom. He set the popcorn on the nightstand, pulled the covers back, and jumped up to the middle of the bed. Propping himself up with pillows against the headboard. I set the waters down and he spread out his legs, motioning for me to come sit between them. I climbed up, settling in with my back to his chest as he covered us up. 

We decided to watch an old school zombie movie I had seen several times before. I think he was hoping I would get scared, but that wasn’t the case. It led to an ongoing discussion throughout the movie about the use of practical effects versus CGI. We sounded like a bunch of cinema nerds, but we were having fun with it. 

Toward the middle of the movie, he scooted his left foot back, bringing his knee toward his chest. I had laid my arm across his thigh and kept rubbing circles on the backside of it. Sometimes dipping lower and towards the inner side. He was trying to act like he was ignoring it, but he kept shifting under me. I knew it was driving him crazy. 

He wasn’t much better. He kept rubbing my arms. Occasionally giving my shoulder a squeeze before lightly rubbing along my neck and collarbone. We basically spent the entirety of the movie teasing each other while pretending we weren’t. However, I’m sure he could feel my pulse quicken as he grazed his fingers across my neck. 

At some point within the last 10 minutes of the movie, he finally caved. He leaned down and started kissing my neck, snaking his arms under mine. Pulling me closer. I turned my head to kiss him as I grabbed his right hand and guided it down under the blanket and between my thighs. He wasted no time getting to work as I writhed on top of him. It didn’t take long before I was rocked with an orgasm. I laid there for a moment catching my breath, while rubbing and massaging at his thighs. He continued to massage my shoulders while kissing and nipping at my neck. 

After a few minutes, I lifted my hips to slide my panties the rest way down my legs. Then I got up on my knees, turned, and straddled him. He looked a little surprised at my boldness but didn’t hesitate. While I stood on my knees, he too lifted his hips to slide his shorts down. I reached behind me to help him, and he eventually kicked them off. We both laughed at his minor struggle. 

He sat up straighter, wrapping his arms around me and kissing down my neck. I reached down and tugged his shirt over his head. A few quick kisses, then my nightshirt came off and landed near his on the floor. He grabbed my hips as I lifted myself to line his length up at my entrance. I slowly lowered onto him. 

This time felt different. It was soft and sensual. It was a physical and emotional connection that I had never experienced. There were a lot of light touches, caresses, and kissing. Our eyes locked together throughout when our tongues were not dancing with one another. I increased the pace of my movements as I felt my release building. I sensed Dieter was close too. The intense pleasure hit me as I arched my back, throwing my head backwards. He rubbed his nose up my neck, nipping at my chin before he buried his face, following behind me as he came immediately after. 

We both sat trembling in each other's embrace with shallow breaths. Placing light kisses as we pressed our foreheads together. I lightly rubbed the nape of his neck with my fingertips as his hands roamed up and down my back. We sat there for several minutes, unmoving. 

I eventually leaned back some, looking him in the eye as I pushed his sweaty hair back off his face. My hand came to rest on his cheek. He reached up to touch my hand, slowly entwining his fingers with mine, kissing them before pulling both of our hands to rest on his chest. I could faintly feel his racing heartbeat against the back of my fingers.

“Your mind is quiet,” I said in a low voice. It was a statement, not a question. 

He smiled as he smoothed my hair back. 

“For once, yes, it is. It’s nice to be here in the moment.” 

He searched my eyes in return. 

“Yours is quiet too.”

I smiled, shaking my head in agreement. We studied each other’s faces and an understanding seemed to pass between us. This wasn’t normal for either of us. The intensity of it actually scared me. I felt my brows draw down together. I pulled him into a tight hug before my face could betray my emotions. He buried his face into my neck as I continued to run my fingers through his hair. 

I wasn’t sure how long we sat like that, but it was a while. He eventually raised his head up, giving me an intense look with glassy eyes. He started tangling my hair between his fingers against my back, his eyes roaming my face intently. Like he was trying to decipher his emotions. He looked almost pained. My chest tightened as a lump formed in my throat. I took a deep controlled breath because I could feel the sting forming in my eyes. We both had anxiety rolling off us in waves. We were two incredibly broken people letting our vulnerability show. 

He put his hand on my face and pulled me to him, kissing me deeply. As I moved on him, with my arms wrapped around his shoulders, I could feel his hardness returning. It didn’t take long before he was inside me again and we were moving together. This time with an all-consuming frantic need with tight embraces and fingers digging deep into each other's flesh. It was like we couldn’t get close enough. 

We eventually fell into a heap on the bed after a rather intense finish for both of us. Both breathing rapidly and covered in sweat. My heart felt like it was going to pound out of my chest. Once we recovered, we untangled ourselves, laying on our sides facing each other. Taking in the moment and memorizing every detail. 

“What time are you leaving tomorrow?” 

“I have my final meeting at eight, then I’ll go to the airport immediately after.” 

No more words were spoken. He reached over and pulled me closer. I nuzzled my face into his chest as he wrapped his arms around me and sunk his face into my hair. I laid there wondering how this was going to go in the morning. I didn’t know how I wanted it to go, and I felt so confused. I’m not sure how long it took either of us to fall asleep, but we eventually did. 

The 5AM alarm came early. He turned it off on his watch, then we both laid there, unmoving, not speaking for at least ten minutes. He eventually pulled his head back to look down at me while pulling my hair off my face.

“Are you awake?” 

“Yes.” 

I lolled my head back to look up at him. His hair was all over the place. I chucked quietly as I eyed it. 

“You look like you stuck your finger in a light socket.” 

“I have a feeling you’re not fairing much better. I think we both need a shower.” 

He smiled as he leaned down to kiss me. Then he got up and walked toward the bathroom. 

“Can you bring me my brush off the sink? I need to get these knots out before it gets wet or else, I may have regrets.” 

“We definitely can’t have that,” he said with a chuckle. 

I admired his back side as he continued toward the bathroom, shortly returning with my brush. I stretched and groaned loudly. 

“You ok?” 

“My legs are protesting. Apparently, I worked muscles I haven’t used in a while.” 

I smiled at him as I sat up and started to brush my hair. It was a struggle. Between the sweat, his hands, and sleeping on it, it had turned it into a huge knot. He came over and took the brush from me while he continued to laugh at my struggles. He sat behind me with one leg up on the bed and began to brush through small sections methodically. It was a sweet gesture and it felt amazing. It seemed oddly intimate too. 

He announced he was finished, and I laid back against his chest and closed my eyes while he wrapped his arms around me. I loved the way his arms felt. I felt safe with him, I realized. He gave me a quick kiss on the cheek then reminded me about the shower. 

We showered together again. Attentively washing and rinsing in between the caresses and kissing. Nothing more than that though. The air felt heavy around us as that impending doom feeling began to bubble to the surface. 

Dieter had to leave pretty early for a meeting. Once we dried each other off, he had to rush off to his room to get dressed. 

He came back to tell me bye as I was putting on my makeup. He hugged me for a minute before giving me a long, needy kiss. 

“Can I see you again when I get back to LA?”

He searched my face. It was unreadable, I was going into my autopilot dissociative state to keep my emotions in check. It was the only way to get through this. I nodded and gave him a half smile. He looked… hopeful? He dropped his hands to his pockets. 

“Shit, I don’t know where my phone is. Where’s yours?”

I walked into my bedroom and picked it up off the dresser. Unlocking it and handing it to him. He quickly typed in his contact info and handed it back to me. 

“Text me when you get home, ok? I may not be able to answer right away, but I will as soon as I can.” 

He pulled me to him for another kiss. He was starting to get keyed up, I could tell. I heard his watch vibrate and he pulled away to look at it. 

“Fuck, my car is here. I’m running late.” 

He kissed me again quickly.

“I mean it, text me. We can talk later tonight,” he said as he ran over to his room. 

I could hear his phone pinging from his watch off in the distance somewhere. He must have found it because I heard the main door shut a few minutes later. 

Once I was sure he was gone, I sat down on the bed and nearly lost it. I was on the verge of a panic attack. There was no way I could do this. I wasn’t ready for whatever that was. It was too intense and too much. It took several minutes, but I finally pulled myself together. I couldn’t fall apart right now. I had a job to do. 

I hurried to finish getting ready and to pack up all my things. I rushed down to meet Joe, ten minutes late. Luckily, we had extra time built in for our commute. I got there with a few minutes to spare before our final meeting. I stopped in the bathroom to take a minute and pull myself together. I felt nauseous and hot. I could feel my heart racing and my head spinning. Between this meeting and leaving Dieter, I was a wreck.

I rushed into the conference room, everyone there, except for Mr. Carrington. I greeted everyone as I pulled out my laptop to open my preliminary report and key talking points. Willing myself to appear calm and collected. Megan came in to distribute paper copies of the report while we waited. 

Jay tried to appear casual as he flipped through the report. I knew what he was looking for. Indications that he had been caught. Seeing none, he relaxed back into his chair. 

Several minutes later Mr. Carrington entered. His face gave nothing away. There was no indication from either of us that anything was going on outside of what we were about to discuss. 

I took a few deep breaths, forcing myself to push Dieter out of my mind and focus. Outwardly, I was stoic and completely void of emotion. On the inside, I really just wanted to curl up in a dark room and cry. I could feel the panic rising. I reached down under the table and gave my thigh a squeeze to try and revert my focus and ground myself. Then I started to feel the cool leather along the seat of the chair. Trying everything I could to not panic. 

Mr. Carrington started the meeting by greeting everyone and thanking them for coming. Then he turned it over to me. 

I took another controlled breath before I started. I went through the report covering the needed changes for the mainframe. Heavily enforcing that tiered access would be needed and no one staff member should have access to all backups. Again, enforcing the need to beef up physical and digital security. 

Jay chimed in, “With all these mentions of security problems, is that indication of a breach?”

“It’s the opposite in fact. I couldn’t find any sources of a breach and all data and backups seem to be intact. Honestly, you guys got pretty lucky on that.” 

A sly smile spread across his face as he nodded and leaned back in his seat. Then I moved into financial processing. The moment I recommended switching to a third-party vendor for payment processing, Jay had to jump in. 

“Can you explain why that is recommended over handling all of that in house? It doesn’t make sense.” 

“Well, there are several reasons for that. It helps cut back the liability for whoever handles the money if there’s a problem. It can be tracked properly and provides tiered access to multiple users without sharing the account details. So, for instance, your assistant could be more involved with the payment processing because she will have controlled access. You don’t have to worry about security clearance because she will only see what she has been given permission to see. I’m sure that will free up a lot of your time. I know it would probably be nice to not have all the late work nights for once.” 

I smiled at him. He didn’t know how to take that. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the hint of a smirk on Carrington’s face. 

I proceeded to go over a 12-month transition plan for their IT upgrades and also laid out a few changes to maximize the use of their staff. 

Jay seemed uneasy for the rest of the meeting. He knew things were about to change for him, what he didn’t realize is how. 

Once the meeting concluded. Everyone thanked me. Carrington walked down the hall with me as I was leaving, Jay following behind. Carrington shook my hand as we were waiting for the elevator. 

“I’m sure we’ll chat soon once you have your final report completed.” 

He gave me a pointed look with a smirk. 

“Of course, I’ll set something up as soon as I have everything ready.” 

The elevator door dinged, indicating it was going down. I said a final goodbye then got on to head downstairs. Joe met me out front and asked if I needed anything before heading to the airport. I didn’t. I just wanted to hurry and get there. I wanted the flight over with. I had managed to keep it together thus far and wasn’t sure how much longer I could hold on. 

When it was time, I boarded the plane and immediately asked for alcohol. I felt sick and my head was still spinning. I needed to calm down. After finishing off the first round, I pulled my phone out. I went to the contacts and pulled up Dieter’s information. After staring at it for what was probably a good five minutes, I hit delete.  

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[astroismypassion]

hello!! i've got a VERY ODD situation with this friend of mine. im in blue she's in red ^ but over the past few weeks- every time i've shown interest in a guy, she's gone after him. i had a major thing for this guy who i was flirting with heavily (he approached me first and we'd been speaking for weeks) and she got rly drunk this one time and told me she likes him too (WHILE knowing that him and i are def onto something and have been for weeks) and in the same night tried to kiss him (he eventually rejected her this time and later on when she "confessed" her feelings). anyway. after that was done, recently we went to the club and everytime id mention how i think some guy is cute, she'd immediately start flirting w the person???? like girl?? it feels like a very one sided competition where she thinks she needs to prove that she can "get" whoever i want. tonight we went to the first guy's (mentioned above) bday dinner and him and i were talking rly normally while the rest of the friend group interacted w each other and i could SEE her staring at us. and like. the rest of the night she was so aggressive towards me, kept saying stuff like how i really liked this guy at the club (she said this SOOOOO Loud) and how i didnt approach him so i have no "rizz" like girlie i'm just not desperate like u to be running after men. then we were talking ab rats for some reason n she was like "haha funny ur talking ab rats look at urself" LIKE GIRL catch a hint!!! this behavior is not cute. ur so bitter. and then at the end of the night i mispronounced a word (english is not my first language) and she was like haha whyd u say it like that and he (the guy we both had in common) jumped in to explain and he was j like "shes not from around here ofc shes gonna get some words wrong" and THIS BITCH. this racist bitch goes "then she should go back to where she came from" LIKE GIRL.. omg u are so pathetic. AND I DONT GET WHERE THIS IS COMING FROM COS isnt my stellium in her 1h? so shouldnt i be the one getting jealous or something? we also have 4h synastry which is supposed to be comfortable... but this aint it

Hi,

I'm gonna be honest and say I read your question and your thoughts yesterday already. But it is an odd situation, so I had to really look into it.

Let's start at the finish, yes indeed 4th house Synastry, but it's Pisces!! It's like secret enemies. I also feel there is a lot of jealousy in the connection due to Scorpio over the 12th house. And Pluto in the 1st overlays. I just think she is insecure. There is sometimes that intimidates her and she almost "tries to prove herself". But it's like not even that...

So I feel you can't really control her behaviour, but what you can do is limit YOURSELF from these kind of interactions or distance yourself away from this kind of behaviour. You can't do anything about her behaviour. But you can eliminate yourself from hanging and interacting with her. Because I think based on this Synastry, the situations and interactions are draining for both.

I hope you resolve this,

@astroismypassion

[peterneptune16]

⚠️Warning, Major RWBY Volume 9 Spoilers⚠️

WhiteKnight - A ship I did not appreciate fully until the past few volumes

As I have probably proven with my posts in the past, My ideals on Weiss and Jaune ships are a bit odd. I’ve shown expressions of support for Arkos, Iceberg, and White Knight. And these are all ships that I love and always will love. But I wanted to make a post talking about how I feel about White Knight. Because really the more time and volumes have gone on, the more and more I really really love this ship and hope it becomes canon. As I have seen a lot of evidence for it someday being a canon ship, not quite as much as RG, but still a very substantial amount.

To start things off- I want to talk about Jaune’s relationship with Weiss, cause this is overall a far less complex part but still very worth talking about. As we all know, Jaune started off with a crush on Weiss. But then that slowly faded with time, instead his crush being on Pyrrha, especially in Volume 3. But ever since then, Jaune has shown signs of truly appreciating and liking Weiss’ friendship. And for most of the recent volumes, he has at first seemed to keep things mostly on a platonic level from my point of view. But, the more I look into it, there is legit evidence he could still have some serious feelings for her. Especially in Volume 8, he was devastated whenever Weiss didn’t come back with Winter. And it could be argued that he even felt this way in V5, with his devastated reaction to her being impaled by Cinder.

Next thing- Weiss’ feelings towards Jaune. This is a bit more of a complex and fun part. Weiss of course started off thinking Jaune was unqualified and not worth her time, even finding him annoying. Although, she did start to feel differently about him towards Volume 3, seeming to overall appear more friendly towards Jaune in the few interactions they had. Then, there was Volume 5, where it was shown it seemed she did truly miss Jaune and his antics, and she was grateful for his help at Haven. Clearly she was happy to see Jaune again and to be reunited with all of her former classmates. Then in Volume 6, She was even quick to try and defuse Jaune’s anger towards Oscar. Whereas around the time of Volume 1, she likely would have just made fun of him or done something else to make him even more mad. Then there was Volume 7, where she was quick to actually want to go see a movie with him and Oscar, a parallel to her rejecting his offer to see a movie together in the earlier volumes. Showing that she had grown more comfortable around Jaune in all this time. Then it became even more complex in Volume 8- to start things off- all of the characters seemed to be divided via people they were closest with/in a relationship with. Ruby/Oscar, Blake/Yang, and Nora/Ren. This would leave Weiss and Jaune as the last pair. That may not be actually concrete evidence but I do find it kind of fun and think that there was a choice there for symbolism, CRWBY loves the smaller details. Then we have the ending episodes of RWBY Volume 8, and in those Weiss showed more worry for Jaune it would seem. Even looking worried as he stopped boosting her aura and ran towards Penny. Then ofc, they sat together and she seemed to wanna keep her eyes on Jaune. Then finally, in the finale of that Volume, Jaune and Weiss were there for each other the whole fight. Weiss showing remorse for Jaune due to him having to kill Penny and actively wanted to help him out, physically helping him stand again after he fell to his knees. Finally- Volume 9. Of course we had Weiss saying Jaune was more “Mature~” and blushing profusely afterwards. But more than that, Weiss also showed genuine concern for Jaune’s mental state and also was the first one to try and ease Jaune’s mind over him feeling like a failure, like he wasn’t a good enough hero, and subsequently being the first one to hug him. She then also showed the most expressive response to Jaune being his old self again, giggling at his reaction to being back to his old self. It may not be the most concrete evidence to say she has feelings for him, but there seems to be a lot of stuff pointing to there being something there that wasn’t there before.

So while there may be less solid evidence for it than with RoseGarden, I really really like this ship and would not be mad if it became canon. It would make me happy to see these two get a happy ending together, they both deserve a happy ending after all.

[stupidrant]

RANT INCOMING!

I have to talk abt this as this has been in my mind for months and this i think is the only safe space to talk abt the fandom and their weird antics towards the characters/actors and overall games.Im not against criticism but theres a line between criticizing and going overboard with hating.

One thing i dont understand abt the god of war fandom is that they complain about alot of things not being “accurate” and thats doesnt make sense to me bc when has gow ever been accurate? I thought it was obvious from the beginning that SMS wasnt going for that and never truly will. Its always their own interpretation. They also have this weird hatred / ignorance towards atreus that i also dont understand? Yea he was a little annoying in the first game but thats understandable as hes… a kid. Ragnarok expanded his character pretty well imo and i feel like alot of these people for some reason cannot get past him in general? Maybe because they are afraid of him taking over the series and “forgetting” kratos (idk why thats in their minds LOL) or they just hate him just because. I feel like the fandom wants kratos to forever be this god who destroys things and whatnot and its all so weird. like they never gave him a chance. thankfully he has fans but majority hates him. Dont even get me started on how they treat angrboda. Its really so ridiculous to me that they can be so hateful for no true reason. they call her a bitch for yelling at atreus when all the women in the game get annoyed or disappointed in him atleast once. And they dont understand that she has only known this prophecy shit for her whole life and she couldnt do anything outside bc of the threat. ofc shes angry bro LOLL its also in her name like i dont understand 😭.  Atreus helps her get out of that mindset and assures her she can do whatever she wants now. Laya is so strong idk how she does it :( I also noticed they treat thrud as this “replacement” of angrboda bc they dont like her either cuz shes black or bc they hate her and everything related to atreus but as long as he has a character they can like thats not angrboda its fine. Its all so weird bc theres no competition between the two. There never was. I dont think they actually like thrud for her character they just want to be weirdos and i feel kinda bad for her and mina bc they really dont give a fuck. Im so shocked chris sunny and others even INTERACT with this bullshit of a fandom they are all really strong bc id say fuck all of you and go 😭 im not against criticism at all and i try not to take this shit seriously but its hard when you see a insane group of people take alot of this shit to the next level. this fandom is a bunch of whiny babies who hold onto their precious destroyer too much. The hate everyone has gotten recently is just so stupid and they often times try to make it their goal to hate. I see that SMS is trying to diverge their fandom to a broader audience and they are taking a bit more risks esp with atreus and i love that despite the backlash against him, they continued with his character regardless. I hope they do the same thing with the other characters as well and expand them no matter how much these people want to hate and act all high and mighty. I can understand certain critiques like the ending being too fast or maybe they couldve done blah blah better and whatnot but i think alot of people are overreacting and being ridiculously nitpicky with alot of things when it comes to ragnarok. 

Last thing and also kinda random thing SMS is very wrong for what they did to TC Carson and i acknowledge that completely and i hope they never do smth like that to any of the current cast either bc i would be fucking pissed if so LOL

[sprinklrsplashes]

oceans and engines | b.b

Summary: Bradley’s leaving for the naval academy but that means leaving behind his girlfriend

Pairing: college!Bradley x ofc (character has no name, except mentions of nickname, Dove)

Content warnings: 18+ readers please, angst, kinda smut (aka, not explicit), religious references 

A/N: I have had major brain rot since I’ve watched Top Gun: Maverick, someone pls help me. I was listening to Oceans and Engines by NIKI and I had this idea for a while. I haven’t written in god knows how long so it’s probably terrible but I think I may have an idea for a part 2 so I may or may not write more, depending on how much actual work I get done in the next few weeks. So anyways, I hope you enjoy!

"So Naval Academy, huh?" She looked over to the voice next to her and shot them a look. "I'm just saying long distance is hard and with the kind of training he's gonna get, it's gonna be harder." 

She didn’t need to be told this; it’s not as if she hadn’t been thinking about it for the past 2 months since Bradley’s acceptance letter had arrived in the mail. “We’ll be fine,” she bites back before downing the rest of the drink and pushing through the throngs of people to find her boyfriend. She spots him at the bar doing shots with his friends in the flight suit costume that they had bought him. He looks good, she’ll give him that (but then again, if he can look good in those horrendous Hawaiian shirts, he can look good in practically anything), and most notably, he looks the happiest he has been since, well, maybe since the 3 and a half years she had known him. Bradley belongs up in the air, has been since he was about 2 years old and that was the one thing that she loved about him; she had never met someone who was more sure of themself than Bradley Bradshaw. But now, looking at him from across the bar, there’s the selfish part of her that wishes that there was some doubt so it wouldn’t be so easy for him to go. But that was unfair because while Bradley belonged in the air, her heart lies with music and if anyone asked her to give that up, she wouldn’t go down without a hell of a fight. 

He spots her from the bar and motions her over to which she smiles and shakes her head. She doesn’t want to be the one to put a damper on Bradley’s night, especially with his friends. All she can think about is how she wants to spend the last few moments they have together entwined in another, not in some dive bar playing 80s music with sticky bar tops and floors. But he pouts and she caves. He could ask her to do anything and she would probably do it no questions asked and sometimes that thought alone scared her more than anything. 

“Dove!” he throws his arm around her and kisses the top of her head as he pulls her in. He smells like whiskey and cheap beer, and is clearly intoxicated. He never calls her Dove in public; that was just their little thing. It’s not a big deal but it throws her off. 

“What’s with the name?” one of his buddies asks as he looks over at Bradley’s girlfriend.

“That’s her call sign. Y’know like in the Navy. It’s because she’s so kind, loyal, graceful and innocent like a little Dove. D’ya wanna know my call sign is gonna be? Rooster, because I have a big -” 

He’s not being an asshole on purpose, Bradley could never, but he is on the verge of acting like one now. And maybe if she was a bit more drunk and having more fun, she’d be laughing along with him and his buddies but instead she sits besides him, arm curled around her shoulder, picking at the label on a beer bottle as she tunes out of the conversation as she wonders is this a bad omen; how is it possible that two people who are so close to each other can be so far away. 

When they go home the air feels thicker in the room as they both lie curled up against each other on the twin sized bed they both have seemed to outgrow. Any other day and they'd probably be laughing at how ridiculous they look but neither of them said a word. Both just clinging onto each other, fingers and limbs intertwined, silently counting down the time they have left together. She buries her head into the crook of his neck and shifts, hoping the rustle of the sheets hides her sniffles. It's stupid because both of them knew this day was coming and somehow now that it's here, it hurt more than she had imagined it. There was a part of her that had to admit that maybe, just maybe, there was a possibility that he loved her more than he loved flying and when it came to it, Bradley would stay. He'd leave it all behind for her but that was ridiculous because she also knew that flying was one tie to his father and she could never ask him to let go of that. She loved him but not enough to be that selfish and he loved her but not enough to stay. 

"Little Dove," his voice is soft as he languidly strokes her hair, "We'll be okay. We can make this work." 

There's a hitch in his voice that makes her think that he doesn't believe it but she doesn't point it out. If he believed it, he wouldn't be crying too. Maybe it would be easier to just to end it here, no hard feelings or bad memories, just two people who loved each other but were on different paths in life and the least selfish thing to do was to let go. But in a blaze of blind optimism at the beginning of the relationship when they were both bright eyed 20-something year olds, they both decided that it was worth a try. There was a possibility that they were right, and perhaps they were that 1% that would pull through but chances were slim and she wouldn't be rushing to place any bets on it. 

She doesn't say anything (she's not sure if she can and even if she did find the right words to say, she can't trust that her voice would betray her and say reveal everything that she thought) and hooks her pinky finger against his. Her eyes are glassy as she looks up at him, "Promise?" 

Such an innocent word also happens to be one of the cruelest things she could ever say to Bradley. She knows he would never break a promise, especially a pinky promise (those were sacred) but this is one that will inevitably be broken. There's a hesitantly pause and she feels him stiffen against her, and there's a part of her that wishes he'll be the first to break and stop this facade but he echoes her back, "Promise." 

Pettiness begins to effervesce deep within but she pulls the stopper before she says something she regrets and the last thing she wants to do is to end their time together in an argument over some silly little words. Instead, her eyes trace his features until she feels like she can remember every single scar, and then she leans up and kisses him. It's soft and desperate in a way that Bradley's never felt before, almost like he was her lifeline and she was trying to hold on. 

Her chest heaves as she pulls away, corners of her eyelashes wet and she tries to smile but her eyes don't crinkle into those little crescent moons that Bradley always found so endearing. He found himself counting the colours in her eyes, memorising every single piece of her before he forgets the little details, like the way she always smelt like vanilla with the hint of coconut, the way she crinkled her nose whenever she was embarrassed, or the sound of her laugh. These were the things that he wished he could engrave in his brain forever but sometimes he thinks even that isn't enough. 

Bradley presses a kiss to her forehead, then to each of her cheeks, and her nose before crashing his lips against hers. A soft whimper slips from her lips as he pulls away and he wishes he could save that sound forever in his memory. He probably would have teased her that any other day, but today, Bradley just wanted to savour this moment. Her eyes watch him carefully as he brushes her hair out of her face before diving back down to pepper kisses along her jaw to her neck. He knows exactly what she likes and when a moan falls from her lips, she swears she can feel him smirk against her neck. She thinks about the fact that no one may ever know her the way Bradley knows her, inside and out, and that thought alone makes her sick. 

But when Bradley’s hands are unbuttoning her shirt, lips slowly moving down as he does so, she can’t help but think of anything but him at this present moment. She throws her head back with a gasp when his tongue flicks across her nipple whilst his fingers flicks the other. He mumbles  something against her skin and the vibrations makes her shudder. 

“Bradley… don’t tease,” she gasps as she tangles her fingers through his hair, trying to pull him back to her lips. 

He looks up at her, pupils fully blown, lips swollen and messy hair. God, she has never seen something more attractive in her life and she loves him so much. “Tell me what you want,” his voice is raspy and that alone nearly makes her drop to her knees like he’s her altar. 

“You. All I have ever wanted is you.” 

There’s a pause, and she swears that she can see Bradley’s eyes darken before his hands are working underneath her shorts and he’s pressing soft kisses on her hips and down her thighs, ghosting past the places that she wants him the most. He lifts up his head, resting on her stomach with a dazed smile on his face and the way that the light illuminates him makes him look almost ethereal. He could belong in the Louvre but she wouldn’t want to share that image with anyone else. It was hers to keep and only hers. 

Her lips part with a gasp when his fingers finally reach her clit after what feels like an eternity. It’s nearly embarrassing how wet she is for him, especially when he’s barely touched her but she needs him too much to care. 

“Is this all for me?” Her hips buck into his hand when his finger swipes through her folds, dipping ever so slightly into her entrance. There’s a hint of smugness in his voice when he asks her because he knows what the answer is. 

“Yes,” she breathes as she moves her hips, trying to find some relief but he has her hips held down, “Always. No one can make me feel this way but you.”

Bradley seems satisfied with that answer as he grins before diving down like a starved man until she’s shaking and seeing blinding white spots of light. She repeats his name like she’s praying to him for her salvation as she reaches her climax. Knuckles white, clasping onto him for dear life. She’s going to leave marks on his back and the thought of him being marred with little crescent moons on his back and shoulders fill her with satisfaction. It was a reminder that he’s hers (until he isn’t anymore). “I love you, I love you, I love you,” she whimpers into the crook of his neck as he rides out his own release.

It doesn’t take long for Bradley to fall asleep; it never does after sex. But for her, she’s never been able to sleep well. Being next to Bradley always helped, but the thought of having to sleep without him keeps her up. He won’t be there to stroke her hair until she falls asleep before he does and she goes through all the things she can try to help her sleep without him. She can do this, she tells herself as she watches him. So peaceful and innocent. She wants to remember him this way before she shatters every piece of his heart but it’s for the best. She has to leave because she knows Bradley would never leave her first. Every person Bradley has ever cared about has always left him so he’ll never be the first one to leave. 

There’s a note on the bedside table for when he wakes and she hopes he can forgive her even if he doesn’t understand. She glances at the bed as she pauses at the door, one foot in, one foot out. If he wakes now, he’ll stop her, but he’s still blissfully unaware. The more she waits, the more she can’t bring herself to go, but no, she knows it’s what she has to do. With that, she takes a deep breath, closes the door and walks away without turning back. 

[vintagesimstress]

Guess who's back (...kind of...?)

Hello everyone!

It's been 1,5 years. Wow, how the time flies!

You might have seen me lurking around on other simmers' tumblrs, writing a comment or two every now and then, but only now I feel like the time has come for me to return to my own space.

Here's a couple of announcements to get things re-started. I bet you're all busy, so I'll try to keep it short!

Private matters: A massive thank you to everyone who wrote me while I was gone ❤ There was quite a lot of you and I'm afraid I can't reply to each of those messages individually, but just so that you know: I've read them, they made me smile and I'm very grateful for all your kind words. I'm doing perfectly fine, and so is my little daughter. She's a beautiful and fascinating creature, learning new things all the time, and so unexpectedly that it really feels like if she was a sim levelling up and unblocking new interactions ^^

My CC: I still have very little free time and zero chance of going back to my old cc-making habits. That being said, in the past weeks/months I made a couple of teeny tiny things which I'd like to share with you, and also when I'm done with them I might make something new once in a while. Please keep your expectations low though! None of those things are Victorian; the majority (I guess?) aren't even clothes but mod add-ons, bug fixes, bb recolours - stuff like that. Still, someone might find them useful, so why not share?

For some more context, in case you care: my Victorian save got to the point of being quite paralysing (i.e. I wouldn't proceed unless everyone was dressed perfectly, living in perfect surroundings, reflecting not only their times, but also status and personality - and that perfect point turned out to be rather unattainable. Surprise surprise), and I really wanted to have some TS4 fun, so I started the Great British Sim Challenge. From the very beginning. Iron Age. At first I was determined not to make any cc for it and just roll with whatever I'd find, like any normal player, but you know how it goes XD So that's what pretty much everything I'm making is related to those days. Iron Age. Especially campfire. Why does everything I make have to do with the darned campfire...? The challenge is super fun, btw. I mean, for me. My poor sims would probably disagree.

Curseforge: I know many creators have by now moved to that new, EA-curated cc platform, and I've been thinking about doing it myself - even created an account - but in the end, for a number of reasons, decided against it. One of the main ones is that learning to use that platform and uploading there all my creations, old and new, would require quite a lot of time, which I simply don't have. If I have the choice between actually playing the game and having some fun, creating new cc I could share and uploading old stuff on yet another site... well, I guess it's clear which point has the lowest priority. So: nothing will change. Just as before, I'll be posting new things on my Patreon and simblr (linking to the Patreon page); everything will be free ofc, no early access either; and I'll keep constantly updating my downloads page, so that you could easily get an overview of everything I've ever made.

That's all folks! Have a nice day/evening and talk to you soon 😊

[king-of-a-kingless-world]

BRO THIS POOR DOKEBI HES JUST TRYNA DO HIS JOB HES BEING NICE TO THE INCARNATIONS AND HES TRYING HIS BEST I UGHHHHH 😭😭😭 this poor sweet thing, if i was u id run away from dokja hes gonna bully you.

panel 354 of dokja looking pretty 😌

something about this just feels disrespectful to sangah. like yea she pretty but...thats kinda fucked up persephone. if some fabled being put on my face and did ...that... id not be happy. at all.

BROOOOO WHAT DOES IT MEEAAAANNNNNN

NONONONO FUCK OFF NASTY HORRIBLE WOMAN LEAVE NO ONE LIKES YOU(thats a lie i like you just pls stop)

NEVER. try to tell me kdj isnt gay. ☝️

he legit shuts down a baddie to just say he wants her husband like bro 🙄

hey, uh, what the fuck does this mean? latter days, gigatitanomicha or whatever its called, the outer gods, BRO JUST TELL ME WHATS GOING ON THIS AINT EVEN FORESHADOWING YOUR GIVING ME NAMES AND ARC TITLES BUT NOT INFO ON WHAT IT MEANS MATE WHAT THE HELL

YOOSUNG MY POOR BABY WHAT DID THEY DO TO YOU

see dokja keeps trying to say he doesnt care and he just doing things to get the ending he wants but thats a LIE HE FUCKING CARES MATE J DARE YOU TO TELL ME HE DONT

brroooOOOOOOOOOOOOO I FUCKIN CANT LEGIT SOBBING RIGHT NOW OK THANKS FOR THAT GOD DAMN

istg if he fails to save her im killing.

mate....its the apocalypse.

"i dont know if youve heard" mate she's literally his mom.

hes legit looking at the woman who ruined his life i think he knows

she gave him childhood trauma I THINK HE FUCKING KNOWS MATE

THE CHAIRS HAHAHA

the polotician getting the regal like chair, the actress getting the fancy cushiony chair, the other two getting basic wooden chairs, kdj mom getting a metal folding chair and DOKJA WITH THE CRAPPY PLASTIC CHAIR AHHAHAHAHAH I CANT BOOOOYYYYY

bro the majority does not want to do things your way. boom democracy. ur done. shut it. no one likes you.

knowing why hes angry, that face looks like hes so jealous. like hes looking at kdj like he betrayed him. gay. u gay.

dokja having a panic attack bc his bf isnt picking him for the 6th scenario.

but the thing about yjh is he wasnt going to bc he didnt know kdj from past regressions, no matter how much he wants to be close to kdj hes going to push him away bc he doesnt have the safety net of past knowledge. he doesnt know whats going on so he stays away. he may not act like it and he may not even know it but it highly likely hes almost scared. (not rn ofc but when it comes to kdj and his relationship with kdj)

GILYOUNG PROTECTING YOOSUNG AWWWW

[artist-issues]

Hi! I just started following your blog yesterday and have read a good portion of your Disney meta, and I have to say that you are 100% on point with all of it, specially when you are comparing and contrasting the original classic animated films and their live-action remakes. I can't stand those soulless, stiff cash-grabs and how they stain the legacy, message and characters of the original movies and get the point of the movies and characters's personalities and motivations so awfully wrong, it actually infuriates me in a way. People will say that we are way too attached to these movies and that we need to let the newer generations enjoy these new version, but why would you want to introduce the newer generation to a remake of a far superior movie that gets its message across much better and doesn't shoehorn agendas down people's throats? Most of the remakes have done a disservice to the original animated classics and have no grasp of what made them timeless and magical, but the key is in heart, which is what the remakes, for the most part, severely lack. I won't underappreciate all of the people that have worked hard in these movies and I do believe they want to make the best product they can get out, but the problem mainly lies on the people who are part of the story team and the executives at The Walt Disney Company. You made an good point about how the newer Disney Princesses, specifically the ones depicted in the remakes, are more about independence and freedom than love and sacrifice. Like, okay, independence and freedom have been part of their stories to an extent, but it was never the main aspect of it. The essence of Disney Princesses is their heart and soul, how they are willing to see the good in others, how they will sacrifice for those they love, how they will help those in need, how they inspire change in others. That is what a Disney Princess is at her core to me: Love. It's never been about how independent, tough and fierce they can be, even though that can be a part of their character, ofc, but it isn't the main selling point of them for me and many others who truly love and understand these characters. That's the reason, imo, they have always been the pillar and heart of Disney. They represent the ideal of femininity, love, compassion, hope, faith and selflessness; sure, they aren't "perfect", but they are still examples of what we could and should be. That's why it's annoying when people criticize and attack them. They aren't ditzy, useless and weak hot prizes for a prince; that's such a gross interpretation of them that's far from true; their external beauty accentuates their internal beauty. That's the whole point. The princes fight for them because of their love, their nurture, their kindness, their selflessness, etc., not simply because they are pretty or whatever. I know this has gotten too long, but given that you are used to writing long passionate posts on these topics just like me, I don't think my "mini-meta-rant" will bother you too much hahaha. Keep up doing your own thing <3

Thank you! This is very kind! I like a lot of your blog’s content, too!

Yeah, I work with kids, and one of them was telling me that her favorite movie is Live Action Aladdin. And I was floored. Then she said “and it’s so much better than the original!” And then I was mad.

Because what Disney is doing is changing the values that the stories and characters were invented to represent. So now I’ve got a kid who prefers the version of Jasmine who isn’t all about faith—she’s all about empowerment. So. Not only is she learning a completely different (and worse) life lesson from a character who used to teach a great lesson, but her tastes are getting developed toward cinematic junk food.

What Disney is doing is pasting over their old characters’ values. And they’re getting the newer generations used to a low standard for storytelling. Those are two major, culture-shaping parts of a kid’s development—what they value, and what they have a taste for. It’s just all-around bad, and everyone is right to be up in arms about it, including you!

Anyway, thank you very much for your kind words!

[hella1975]

Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii bestie, i dunno if you like The Crane Wives, like the rock band, but as of late i simply cannot get them out of my goddamn head. And then, i had an epiphany: so many of these songs exude major zukka vibes. Like not in the way youd think, probably, because in my head they're about the very specific Zuko who is just like. So tired and done with life in a very specific flavor and just having very funky ideas about love and caring for another person. So idk if this will even make sense to you, but i figured that A) you have immaculate music taste so i think itd be cool to see what you think of this band B) your thoughts about zukka are always interesting as hell so like, even if you vehemently disagree with my claims i would wholeheartedly enjoy to see what you think of my ideas, seriously, you're so cool, id love to hear about you

Anyways the songs are:

Curses

Down the River (this is actually not zukka at all, it's just Zuko, whos incredibly adept at dealing with consequences)

Allies or Enemies

The Moon Will Sing (again, not really zukka, i think i just have Zuko on the brain, to me this has so much potential for his dynamic with his father) and also, Once and for All too

Easier oh my god easier is such a song

Tongs and Teeth

and Metaphors (not the vibes of the song tbh but like, just the lyrics)

And well yeah this was just a thought that hit me, idk if asks like this are really up your alley so totes dont feel pressured to cook up some elaborate response or even respond at all, i just wanted to talk about a great band and uh. Yeah, thank you so much for being just so incredibly cool and you and earnest, like, silly comment, but you genuinly make my days so much better, i hope you get better soon and bye bye

(ps. I am loving TAMS so much)

- A Master of Parasocial Relationships Anon

ANON <33333333 ily mwah mwah this relationship is parasocial from me to you not the other way around dont ever get it twisted i adore you this ask made me smile so big. 'thank you so much for being just so incredibly cool and you and earnest' quite honestly such a belter compliment. im shaking.

u are right my music taste is fantastic and as a result i LOVE THE CRANE WIVES YES PLS TALK TO ME ABOUT THEM!!!!!! I LOVE THE EVERYTHING ABOUT THEM!!!!!!! one of my worst traits is that i have loved every single crane wives song ive listed to yet ive never properly deep dived into their music, so i only know like. five songs. yet those songs are some of my faves of all time. she's so logical. BUT! this means you've just given me a load of recs that have zuko/atla/zukka vibes so im ecstatic. esp bc 'the very specific Zuko who is just like. So tired and done with life in a very specific flavor' is soooo tams zuko coded.

i do know some of these recs ofc so here are my thoughts:

curses - the recurring fire related language!!!! every word i say is kindling but the smoke clears when you're around!!! zuko being a very rough-around-the-edges imperfect character but being loved regardless (by sokka). i love how this song is clearly about someone who's haunted by their past but it's still quite peppy, and her VOICE on the 'ashes ashes dust to dust, the devil's after both of us, lay my curses out to rest, make a mercy out of me' HELLO???? it's so desperate and raw im obsessed with it. that line gives me big tams zuko & azula vibes, like on the run from the fire nation/ozai as the 'devil's after both of us' yep yep yep. omg actually this whole song is very them

down the river - your take on this is gorgeous 'very adept at dealing with consequences' he BREAKS my HEART. sure you can forget about all the things you've done but WHAT ABOUT THE REST OF US. i am so over-fixating on tams atm and it shows bc im about to tamsify this and probably all the other recs in some capacity icl. anyway this song as zuko @ ursa. down the river.......

allies or enemies - ZUKKA ANTHEM!!!!! REQUIRED LISTENING FOR ANY ENEMIES TO LOVERS SHIP!!!!! being horrible to each other and having a history of violence are we allies or enemies this will be the death of me ALL IS FAIR IN LOVE AND WAR BUT I CANT FIGHT WITH YOU ANYMORE!! LITERALLY SINGING ABOUT WAR!!!! the crane wives wrote this about zukka genuinely

the moon will sing - one of the most beautiful songs of all time you can interpret this in so many ways the lyrics have me banging my fist against my wall. veryyyyyyyyyy zuko-coded about literally anyone he gets constantly mugged off

tongues and teeth - AGAIN ZUKO CODED!!! when ur a post-redemption asshole but part of your personality is always always going to be abrasive and cutting and you KNOW that. this is such a 'the catharsis of owning and even heightening the thing both you and others hate about yourself in a very angry declaration that barely conceals the insecurity underneath' song and i took it very personally. like yes girl push everyone away first bc you know you're a cunt and it's best to warn them off while they still have an idealised version of you in their head! me and zuko best friends fr we are insufferable

[maya-matlin]

hi ashton!!! <333 I'm asking you this on anon because I don't wanna get hate I do ship all three ships lol I watched a barchie video and on it a barchie was like "I love how planned they were" and etc and maybe I'm blind asf but planned??? other than a few looks, throwaway comments and etc to cause drama for bughead and varchie it wasn't planned at all imo?? they barely interacted in s2b, S3 and s4a (I'm only talking about those seasons because this video was after 417 lol) and yeah they kissed in 415 but it was to catch donna and the preppies and to protect jughead, they fake dated for like one episode and the barchies are like "they love each other they've wanted each other all along" like what??? and dgms on comments about how they were with jughead and veronica so they wouldn't ruin their friendship and as a rebound, you don't date people for 4+ years to protect your friendship or as a rebound I'm sorry lol 417&418 were done very badly imo, if they wanted us to think they had these feelings for a long time they did a terrible job of showing it!! imo betty thought she had those feelings for him because she loved the idea of him and the 1x01 fantasy quote is very true imo lol I'm sorry but if they were planned from the start they did a terrible job at writing it and showing it!! what cheryl says is so true in 418 bughead (and varchie) were so beautifully developed and they showed how endgame they were which is more than I can say for barchie and I do ship them I'm just saying lol also them saying how it makes no sense for archie to have feelings for veronica in s5 after he was gonna leave her for betty even though he's loved veronica since s1 and always goes back to her and it's him having feelings for betty after everything that makes no sense tbh (talking about S4 ofc lol) it was written very poorly which is the rvd way but lol people saying betty didn't truly love jughead and archie didn't truly love veronica are literally stupid because they were both so endgame coded!!! anyway my question is what are your thoughts on this? that they were planned and how they were written and anything else you wanna add lol I know you hate riverdale and barchie so sorry if I'm bringing up old wounds <3

I'm genuinely sorry you feel as though you can't be honest all because some people on this site don't know how to act. That's ridiculous and completely inexcusable.

Sigh. First of all, it's Riverdale. That show seemed much more committed to the week to week ridiculous, over the top moments meant to garner attention and the instant gratification (for better or worse, in the case of a ship like Bughead who hooked up extremely early on but managed to be a mostly lovable cornerstone of the series for most of its run) than they ever were interested in doing anything long term. So the idea that Betty and Archie's eventual relationship was anything resembling a "slow burn" or well thought out with years-long development is just.. no. Fans are allowed to enjoy what they did get and relish in the smaller moments, intentionally or otherwise, that came before what they believe to be an epic hookup. But in my opinion, it wasn't that deep. The Betty/Archie arc was one of the sorriest excuses for a so-called "inevitable" relationship that I've ever seen. Again, we all interpret things like ships and story lines in different ways. But again, I have to disagree completely. It's as though you're only ever allowed to have loved or cared for one person to the extent that relationships that lasted for the majority of the series are written off as rebounds. For fans who are so committed to recognizing and celebrating tropes, it's interesting to see how often stuff like this gets misinterpreted and how there's a severe misunderstanding for how teen dramas in general work? To be fair, there are other shows where I feel the writing was so terrible that I simply have to call bullshit on it and can't look past my own, personal viewpoint. That being said, ideally if you want to make a compelling, rational argument you need to come away with actual evidence and not just resort to "she liked this guy first, therefore she only ever liked him and we're prepared to write off 77 episodes of content that suggests otherwise."

There were plenty of chances for Riverdale to have properly teased the idea of mutual feelings between Betty and Archie brimming under the surface. Every single opportunity the show had prior to the cheating, they seemed to shut the idea down and instead stuck with the Bughead and Varchie pairings. The biggest one being, of course, the kiss in season 2. A better show (if they truly wanted to explore Betty/Archie) would have either paired them up while both were single or quickly put them back with their original partners, which they did, but demonstrated that in spite of this they couldn't forget the kiss and found themselves drawn to each other. Obviously, this didn't happen. Nothing notable happened again until season 4 where, of all things, they fake dated, and yet none of the intimate moments between the two characters were ever SHOWN to the audience. Just one awkward scene where they texted followed by a contrived musical number featuring flashbacks to their three episodes. Fan fic writers make a gourmet meal with themes like this on a regular basis. How did they fuck it up so badly??

Speaking of that, THIS is what Riverdale should have done in this context and failed to do:

I hate Lucas and Peyton together. They're easily one of my least favorite ships of all time. But the writers of One Tree Hill at least understood how to execute these moments well. Even though I wasn't a fan of everything done to push Lucas and Peyton back together, the actual moment where everything clicks for Peyton and we see through flashbacks how much Lucas has meant to her was very effective. The Origin of Love wasn't on this level because there wasn't anything to call back to outside of three episodes (101, 102, 209).

As for the time jump years, it honestly felt like the friends with benefits "arc" was supposed to be the beginning and end of the exploration between Betty and Archie. It had a clear beginning with them (literally) coming together out of loneliness and because they were trying to bury their respective traumas by losing themselves in each other. The whole thing ends with Betty realizing and vocalizing to Archie why they don't work together. Archie realizes independently of Betty that he's still in love with Veronica and doesn't want to be the guy Betty turns to for emotional stuff. That alone has pretty awful implications considering they're supposed to be former childhood best friends. But whatever. 509-518 did absolutely nothing to set up Betty or Archie missing each other or changing their perspectives and needs in such a way where their hookup at the end of the season made any damn sense. Season 6 felt as though Betty was given a lobotomy and was forced to be Archie's ideal woman at all costs as he did nothing but be his wonderful self because he only deserves the best. But even that's not really good enough considering the show made Archie the savior of Riverdale and Betty the Harlot of Babylon. Not even Betty, the so-called flawless girl next door, can possibly live up to the paragon of virtue that should be the future Mrs. Archie Andrews. In Archie's defense (even though he bugs me and I don't like defending him), he doesn't seem to put this pressure on Betty maliciously or even knowingly. But the narrative will not stop punishing Betty during the time jump years for her "sins" all the while never holding Archie accountable for doing the same or similar things. So as a result, somehow the relationship became even worse for me. Betty is constantly and consistently misunderstood with Archie barely scratching the surface of who Betty is as a person. It's so painful to see knowing how Betty and Jughead clicked on all levels and could clearly see into each other's souls. Even though they came from different worlds, they found love and acceptance in each other with their endgame basically already written until bad writing tore it apart.

ANYWAYS. I'll never know exactly what the show thought it was doing. It genuinely felt as though there was a plan in place as late as season 5 to put Betty back together with Jughead while keeping Archie and Veronica together. But then some genius got the idea for a 5 episode event that seemed to tease the idea that the ships they hooked up at the end of season 5 were the wrong ones. Then somehow, said ships were basically kept together for the entirety of season 6 even after the characters were back in "normal" Riverdale. Or you know, Lili and Cole went through a messy breakup considering Cole overshared on that podcast and so Bughead was potentially Chophia'd outside of a handful of episodes. But then, the series finale featured a lot of interaction between those two to the point where it feels strongly implied their characters end up together in the "sweet hereafter", so who even knows? All I know is that Riverdale was a terrible show and should never get any credit for good writing.

[atherix]

if its not a bother, would you mind talking a little about angels and the similar lower deities of the midnight universe? i was rereading some of your previous answers abt the pantheons and the lower deities sound sooo interesting, especially the ones under the death pantheon.. are we ever gonna meet any angel or reaper characters? (me when angels are used to represent death goes crazy goes crazy goes crazy)

Oh sure! We've actually met a couple, in fact. Well, one, more like- Wilbur's an interesting case, but Phil is ofc an Angel of Death :) I think anyone who knows any Philza/Mumza/SBI lore already knows this, and I was pretty heavy hinting in Midnights Past that Phil and Wilbur Are Not Human, so there we go, we've already met a lower deity and a.... whatever Wilbur is :) I mean. What do you call the son of a lower deity and a god?

So lower deities generally work directly under the deity/god of their pantheon. They're semi-immortal and can be made when a god chooses a Supernatural OR Natural to serve them, as well as being born to a lower deity (as Wilbur and Tommy are). Their semi-immortality lasts only as long as their god favors/blesses them, and like Vampires they can't die from aging (as long as they have Death's blessing, once she revokes that they become mortal again, though they get to keep their magic) but only from outside forces (discluding sickness- Vampires can still get sick but lower Deities cannot, as they have divine protection). Angels of Death and Reapers (Reapers WILL be explained later, because oh BOY Reapers... Reapers, oh man, I can't wait to explain them but I can't right now because it's a huge spoiler) are basically what the first Vampires were trying to emulate/become. Angels of Death are often considered Harbingers bc they have extremely destructive magic, including Wither magic, and once upon a time were basically Judges, who would bring destruction/death upon those who don't pass their tests. This isn't really done anymore, of course- it's more of an... early society thing. To keep things... in order. The gods can be loving and kind but no one ever said they were merciful.

Of course there are Lower Deities of other Pantheons, but... again, a lot of them I can't actually. Go into. Like, I can't go into the Lower Deities of the Watchers without major spoilers. There are Angels for practically every Pantheon except Fae and Watchers, and they're often viewed as vessels for/eyes of their god, but ya know. Death Angels are probably the scariest because of what they've been tasked with.

[twdmusicboxmystery]

Re-Watch of Nebraska

@wdway:

I put on Nebraska tonight. I haven't watched the whole thing I'll probably try to do that tomorrow. I zip through to where they're mentioning different locations. I'm leaving out a few sentences in the conversation I was going primarily for mentioning states/places.

In Still when Daryl pees in the corner it's such a call back to this episode when Tony pees in the corner. They were connecting Daryl in that scene with someone really disgusting. I think Gimple wanted the call back so that people would go back and watch Nebraska again. There are definitely other callbacks but I'll talk about them after I've watched all of the episode. Tarah thanks for bringing this episode up I think it's definitely something we should rewatch. Along with all the other episodes in the series, haha.

@galadrieljones:

Love this episode. I love how all these little location things especially are coming back. Its also the episode when Beth is catatonic, like the beginnings of her first major arc.

On this note, I went back and watched a little of “Gone” tonight, Fear 7.16. I totally forgot that Morgan is just straight up in Louisiana when all that stuff goes down.

I couldn’t watch the whole thing, only up to about when Madison walks off with Mo. But I was super curious about the walkers buried up to their necks. We see this same exact thing with Rick far away, all the way over at the Delaware River. ?? It’s weird. The guys who are doing this, they try to do it to Morgan.

They are NOT CRM. Or, they’re not with Madison. They are a rebel group of some sort, made up of people who have had their kids stolen. In the episode, as they’re preparing to bury Morgan, Morgan asks, “Why are you doing this?” to which one of them answers, “So every other shithead can see what happens when they come here and steal our kids from us.” They’re wearing burlap sacks over their heads.

We know, too, that the woman in the house that Morgan meets isn’t actually pregnant. She’s a honeypot, trying to lure the “egg” snatchers, aka Madison, by broadcasting bait over the radio and spamming pregnancy tests. It’s definitely an operation they’ve done many times in the past, given the number of people that are buried on the beach.

So like, we have to deduce that this is some sort of widespread insurrection, right? A coordinated rebellion? People having their kids stolen all around the east coast, down into the gulf of Mexico. In the finale coda, when Rick is discovered by the CRM helicopter, he angrily kills one of the buried walkers with his Silas tool thingy. So…maybe it’s Rick? Who’s coordinating the rebels fighting the kidnappers?

Just speculation ofc. In the end though, he smiles. Just like Beth. Why do they do that? What do they know?

Further, I was wondering about why Rick might be “valuable.” Perhaps the CRM saw him as a potential threat in the wild and wanted him in check. Maybe they thought they could flip him, first put him in menial jobs, like Silas in the culling fields, to wear him down. I was thinking, too, about Jadis and her relationship to Negan and Maggie. Just so much to learn.

@twdmusicboxmystery:

Love all the discussion! It's amazing that they've actively used all those places in fairly major arcs. Places they simply mentioned in passing in S2. I love it!