#anyways. love you tilds.

[longleggedsocialist]

at this point god actually wants me to kill myself

[jackredfieldwasmyjacob]

[hailsatanacab]

~now~ you can nap

I could! Buuuuuut I got up at 12 today so like, best not lmao

[roaringroa]

i can feel myself starting to develop feelings for someone i really shouldn’t. please don’t do this @ myself. it’s not gonna end well

[lasiocampa--quercus]

For all those stuck in 2019...

I have been very reluctant to share any art / writing for — oof, five years. First because it was plain awful, then because it was not good enough. It still isn't, but as the years passed I got increasingly lonely on other social media, so this is my last resort. After I've failed smashingly here, well, I guess I'll just have to stop trying altogether.

Anyway, a first time for everything. So here's one for you.

[Detail. Scroll down (I mean to say, read the whole post) to see the full artwork]

We don't choose what we love, now, do we?

For five years I've been desperately in love with the idea of putting two brilliant characters — Eggsy from Kingsman (2015, 2017) and David from Bodyguard (2018) — into the context where they could meaningfully interact and explore one another's worlds. Such a context has been established (it is not the subject of the current post but I'd be willing to tell all about it later), resulting in their taking a shine to each other almost immediately. For Eggsy this acquaintance was something excitingly in between the two class extremes he was most accustomed to, sabotaging his life-long distaste for having anything to do with coppers. For David it was a breath of fresh air. He'd been two years well into therapy after the events covered in the series, and he was still struggling to get back on track when he met Eggsy, arch and lively, and at the same time so dashingly insightful as he was. Somehow it felt like they'd known each other for years as they talked throughout afternoons and after-work hours over a pint of lager somewhere in North London. David, usually rather inhibited, smiled and laughed at Eggsy's jokes, charmed by his candour and straightforwardness, taken aback by his astute remarks often delivered in a childlike unassuming manner. To be sure, he'd never met anyone quite like him. The prospect of friendship was an enticing one despite all their differences and despite the pressures of their jobs. While at first one was suspicious of the other's occupation (David, of course, more suspicious than Eggsy, being inherently averse to secrecy of any kind), they soon grew to respect the boundaries imposed by respective lines of duty (David was inclined to believe Eggsy's agency couldn't be that bad seeing as it employed such a brilliant lad). In effect, Eggsy trusted him more than he could ever trust any of his old mates and occasionally slipped into the conversation uncanny details of his field experiences. But best of all he liked exchanging ideas, relaying to David something that Harry had told — or taught — him, expounding on his reflections that were philosophical or even biblical in essence, although he couldn't ever say whom he unwittingly quoted. David would recognise a concept or two, but he never abashed him by mentioning the fellow's name. Over time the content of their communion had got more intimate, insomuch that Eggsy took to dedicating a huge chunk of time to moaning about his relationship with Harry which had gone on for quite a while after he split up with Tilde.

One such time, fuelled by a considerable amount of drinks, Eggsy set to illustrate the supposed reasons for Harry's recent aloofness. He clamorously hurled his jeerings and complaints at David, impinging on much-cherished privacy of the pub tables. Before it started to wear on virtually everybody in their proximity, David took his noisy, fairly plastered companion outside for a breather. The cool evening air didn't seem to have the desired effect of sobering him up a bit as Eggsy nearly blacked out after a brief (but crucial) exchange between himself and David. That occurrence prompted David to call a cab and take him to his place to recuperate. He reasoned it would not be wise to let him dart off home to Harry in such a flustered state, for it appeared as if the conflict between them was merely an ember, or rather, a heap of embers waiting to be stirred. From then on David's conduct was laced with strange acts of gracious benevolence, such as taking Eggsy's trainers off before laying him down, sleepy and a tad confused, on his sofa and leaving the keys to his flat for when he woke up and presumably wished to go home, with little trim notes strewn around telling about it, as well as where to look for aspirin if his head was giving him a hard time after the other night's drunken debauchery. At the time David didn't question his actions, although they clearly ran counter to his long-conditioned circumspection and, to a lesser extent, his vague views on male intimacy. If anything, the day when he, trying not to disturb Eggsy's healing sleep, snuck away for work he couldn't shake off a quaint feeling of invigoration which seemed to permeate his otherwise dull routine of desk duty. Later that day, confident that Eggsy had left, he got back to a startle in the form of his coyly looking, supper-serving friend with unkempt hair and a crumpled white T-shirt. Eggsy stayed not only to defer having to face Harry, but to show gratitude for David's kindness the best way he knew — by doing a kindness in return. He furnished their dinner table with a bottle of wine, promising to go easy on it and proposing a toast to David's general gemness. There they were, having another quiet night of good conversation, the homely setting and their tipsiness conducing to even more warmth and unrestraint, when Eggsy accidentally tipped over his half-emptied glass and stained his T-shirt. If one could ever be sure of such things, one would say that exact moment was the point of no return, the moment of truth. A simple, ordinary incident that tore down a facade with the light tinkle of glass as it touched the floor. From lighthearted jocularity Eggsy went on to unbosom his brooding insecurity. The change in his disposition was so thunderboltingly sudden it made David somewhat uncomfortable. It made Eggsy uncomfortable too. The only suitable course of action suggested they should comfort each other, so Eggsy placed his hand in David's. A bashful kiss ensued. Once it was reciprocated, little smiles creased their flushed faces. Both hardly had an opportunity to process what was happening, but it somehow felt ridiculously, madly right. And peaceful, too.

Well, now that all the heavy lifting is done by that snippet above we can sit back and (hopefully) enjoy this little picture depicting David and Eggsy decently progressed in their ‘comforting each other’. I must point out, however, that what you've just (hopefully) read is really only a summary, a squeeze if you will, of what transpired, produced specifically for purpose of acquainting you with the context. In actual fact the story is teeming with dialogue and detail which, with your kind permission, I would like to show you some other time.

[kbagraces]

Curious Time - Lando Norris

Lando Norris x Singer!reader

Multiple part series where their friendship was easy, their feelings were confusing and the distance was the hardest <3

(3rd person perspective)

PART 2 -

DON’T TELL ‘EM

“Don’t you worry ‘bout him, I gon’ work it out”

Restraunts turned to bars and bars meant drinks upon drinks.

Y/n enjoys a glass or two, she enjoyed the buzz and the heightened confidence. But girls night was never just one or two. Pietra was the only taken girl of the group which also meant men. The other girls loved the attention, as did y/n from afar but as soon as someone would approach she would shut them down.

She wasn't sure what it was in her that made her do this. She would love a boyfriend and she was extremely lonely at times. Maybe it was the gravity of her job never knowing where she would be. She always put her career first. She got this from her mother watching her struggle day and night as a single parent watching her work multiple jobs just to keep a roof over her head. This work ethic was installed in y/n, and once she started earning it was addicting. There was nothing she enjoying more than being able to repay her mum for the hard work, and to do that work came first.

It wasn't until Pietra and her became closer she really began to live life. She was so grateful for that as before her she never really felt able to have fun.

Pietras friend, Tilde squeals as she hurries over, throwing her arms around her friends shoulders. "There's someone who wants to meet you!" Grabbing her arm by force pulling her across the dance floor.

She hold her drink out as a cosmo cocktail coloured dress would simply ruin her night. She's pulled towards P and a couple guys who look not at all familiar but Pietra seemed comfortable so she felt somewhat more relaxed.

Pietra yells over the noise "These are some guys that raced with Max back in the day! Guys this is y/n” They all chorus ‘hello’.

Tilde pulls you across her placing you next to the tallest boy in the group, she whispers in your ear. "He's interested”

She's flattered but the blonde male is just not her type. She appreciates his rugby build and his slicked back blonde hair, but he wouldn't have her falling to her knees. Although her starring may have been misperceived by the man. As he asks her, "y/n would you like another drink?"

She almost protests but it would seem unusual as her glass was now empty. "Sure." She smiles, following him back through the crowd. It's a free drink after all.

He orders her a cosmo and himself some whiskey mix, she wasn't all that focused nor that interested.

"So y/n/n," the nickname catches her attention only Lando calls her that, “what do you do?" He questions, he had no ill intent but she hated those who nicknamed her without the right.

"Um it's y/n. I'm a writer of sorts." She always feels uncomfortable telling her true profession she's never sure if people's intentions if they know who she is or not.

"Not a nickname girl, I apologise. What are you doing in Monaco do you live here? Maybe we could hang out sometime if you do?"

Very forward, she thinks. "I don't live here I'm visiting a friend before he's off travelling again. I won't be here long enough to meet up I'm sorry." A polite rejection, which he takes well luckily.

"Absolutely fine. Maybe I could get your number anyway? Just incase you're ever back not visiting your friend?" He's optimistic a smile adorning his face.

Ive kicked him down a few times now, so she gives him her phone, looking across the floor to see Pietra looking for her.

'Peter' followed by the muscle emojis. She laughs in her head, humble she thinks.

"Well Peter, it was nice meeting you. I think I best get my friend home now." She smiles as P has staggered towards her yelling loving words in her ears. Y/n is the worlds bestest friend, apparently.

Please pick me up. P is off her face, could we stop at the hotel? No Uber will take her in this state xxxxxx

I'll need an address to do that.

*Location sent*

On my way, 10 minutes maximum.

Lando could tell she was intoxicated by the influx of kisses at the end of her messages. He hoped not too much that she could still help him get Pietra into the car.

He pulled up outside the bar, P hung over y/n’s shoulder both of their heels laced over her fingers. Both girls wobbling at the weight of each other.

"Y/n/n can you walk?" He questions walking over to the girls.

Her eyebrows raise, "of course I can walk, been walking for 23 years." She slurs slightly, that final cosmo catching up to her.

"You know what I mean." He slides an arm under Pietra, the evidently more intoxicated of the two, y/n stumbling ever so slightly behind.

Pietra placed in the back a bag over her lap just in case. Y/n slides into the front, Lando leaves no time wasted as he sets off.

"Message Max, tell him we'll be 15, in the nicest way possible i can't hang around I've got an early morning." Lando states, clearly tired, rubbing his eyes as they reach traffic lights.

Y/n feels guilty forcing him out of bed at this hour, but even if she cancelled her lift he'd still turn up before any Uber did. She grabs the charger before messaging Max her phone automatically connecting to the screen play.

As she's messaging him, a ding chimes through the car.

Peter 💪🏽💪🏽

Y/n, lovely to meet you let me know when you're back in Monaco without your friend.

She knows he's read it, he doesn't say anything. His face unreadable.

"I've messaged Max, he's waiting outside"

They pull up outside the hotel, giggling softly in her seat watching her friend whine and complain to him instead of them. As Max and Pietra walk away Lando shouts “good luck!” out the car window before pulling away.

The air is strange in the car, not awkward, just not them. Y/n decides this is the best time to shuffle her party playlist, "Dont tell 'em' by Jeremiah blast through the sound system.

"Y/n," Lando questions, "Seriously?" His hand darting forward to turn it down. She grabs his ring clad hand pulling it into her using it as a microphone. A small smile creeps onto his face as he shakes his head.

"For a good singer your talent is really shining through right now." He smirks as she yells the lyrics into his hand. The song draws to and end in perfect timing as Lando backs into the garage.

He follows a stumbling y/n up the stairs, to which she makes a b-line for his bedroom instead of the spare room she had made her own. She sits on the end of the bed a pout on her face as lando hasn't yet joined her.

He comes in with water and paracetamol, to which she'll probably need in the morning. "Staying in here tonight then?" He questions all ready knowing the answer. He slips off the t shirt he's wearing throwing it in her lap before she even asks.

She slips off her dress, forgetting his in the room and asking him to turn around like she usually does. He looks away quickly, not before catching a glimpse of her nearly bare body.

Her legs the only thing on show now as she's slipped into his tee. She pads on to his en-suite where a small draw of her things resides, not being motivated or sober enough for her usual routine, she opts for make up wipes, to which her skin won't thank her for in the morning.

Lando already in bed curled up on his side, pats the space next to him. She instantly takes little spoon position. They don't fall asleep together often, another unspoken boundary between the two, but when they do, God did they fit together perfectly.

She inhales, partially out of contentment partially due to Lando's scent lingering on the t shirt she's sporting.

It's silent between the two, their breathing both becoming more and more shallow as they drift off. Y/n almost fully asleep now head Lando clear his throat, "Who is Peter?" He questions quietly, she almost wasn't sure she heard him right. To which she drunkenly replies,

"He's not you."

Masterlist

[stuff-i-found-while-crying]

A Stage of Fire and Dreams (6)

inspired by @gwandas and they post: modern Neris AU where Eris is a trust fund asshole at Harvard Law, Nesta is a professional ballerina with the Boston Ballet (although I am straying away from the concept... is that bad)

NEW CHAPTER and finally back in Eris POV 🧡

Eris gets a phone call from Cyrus. A phone call that makes him leave Nesta alone at dinner and run to safe his broken family.

Main pairing: Eris x Nesta

TRIGGER WARNING: Panic attack I physical abuse I blood

@erisweekofficial does this count for the prompt today? it is AU... anyway. Check out Eris Week. I have been so in love with the Art that was posted all week!

first part - Giselle I second part - red shoes I part three - Cinderella I part four - dinner for two I part five - Interlude

Face of my brother

Eris knew something bad had happened.

Cyrus never called him. Unless it was about their mother.

"What happened?"

"He is loosing it", Cyrus said. His voice was shaking. Eris could hear something break in the background. "I don't know how to calm him down."

"Where is she?"

"Gabriel took her to the galleries."

Eris closed his eyes. His mother was save. At least one of his younger brothers was with her. Althought he would not put his faith in Gabriel.

"Are you alone?"

"Eris", Cyrus whispered. "You have to come home. Mom was calling Lucien and he found out."

This was bad.

This might be the end.

Eris felt the world tild on it's axes and then spin in double speed. His stomach knotted together. No air was getting into his lounges.

"Do you hear me? Hector is in a business meeting and I don't know what to do."

His younger brother was pleading with him. He needed to focus.

"I am on my way. Send the staff home. And check their phones before they leave. I do not want any press knowing about this."

As he hung up, he felt the panic rush his brain.

No air.

No safety.

No future.

Someone was touching his shoulder. Eris spun around, ready to fight.

But it was only the waiter, paitently assesing him.

"Would you like the pasta to go?"

Eris needed to focus. He was here on a date.

Nesta Archeron was sitting on a table and waiting for him to return.

His heart hurt. It broke. It blead. It pumped to much panic into his thoughts.

She could not see him like this.

Just the thought of her piercing grey eyes brought him to his knees.

He leaned against the wall next to him.

She would know.

"Mr. Vanserra?" The waiter was still waiting. Polite concerntniss on his face.

"Send the bill to my office", he whispered. "Give her everything she wants. And call her a taxi."

"As you wish."

And then he was alone.

Eris wanted to cry. He craved tears that would run down his face and drowned him. His chest should break open, letting the world see his bleeding heart.

Then he thought of Cyrus.

He could not loose another brother.

Beron Vanserra held a bottle of whiskey in his hand. No glass to drink from remaind. The pieces of crystal around the room a metaphor for their family. Eris did not know how to piece them back together.

"You are late", his father greeted him softly.

"I was out."

"Business or pleasure?"

A cold shiver went down his spine. "What happened here?"

His father turned to him. Eyes wandering around the room, realising the damage he caust.

"Your mother betrayed me." The words left him like a caress upon a lover.

Eris could feel Cyrus wimper behind him. But he could do nothing against Berons burning gaze.

"Do you want to say something, Cyrus?"

Years of experience had taught Eris to keep his mouth shut. As the oldest he had always been in close proximity of their father.

But Cyrus had never learned that lesson. "It was just a phone call."

The bottle flew towards him. Eris reacted on instinct and took a step in front of his brother.

Made out of harder material then the glasses on the floor, the bottle did not break.

Eris face was not as lucky.

"Fuck!" was all he could shout.

His father just looked at him. Then he turned back to the window.

"Pathetic. Send Hector to me. He seems to be the only one in this family that actually does what I want."

Eris entire face hurt. Tears clouded his vision. A hand was gripping his arm and Cyrus was pulling him out of the room.

"What the hell", his brother whispered. "Why did you do that."

"Because I am an idiot?"

"I call a doctor."

"No!" Eris winced. Blood was in his mouth. "I just need to cool it. It will heal in a couple of days."

"I don't know. It is a lot of blood."

Eris rolled his eyes. What Cyrus could not see because by now his entire face was swollen.

His brother guided him to the kitchen and gave him an ice pack. Immediatly Eris put it over his entire face, sighting with relieve.

He could hear his brother fussing around him.

"Calm down", he said.

"Calm down? Calm down?!" Cyrus was shouting now. "How can you be calm? Everyone will see your face and know what happened. And mom will cry again. You promised she would stop crying! You promised me."

There were tears in his voice. Eris lowered the ice pack and tried to look at Cyrus.

"Your nose is fine", his brother said. "It hit you under the eye."

"Thanks, Doc."

Cyrus threw a tissue box at him. "Clean yourself then, asshole."

For a moment the two brothers looked at each other.

"Sorry", Cyrus whispered and picked the box back up.

"It's alright. Not the worst thing that got thrown at me today."

Another moment of silence. Then the brothers burst out laughing.

"Oh God", Cyrus leaned against the kitchen counter. "Are we going mad?"

Eris, still laughing, took out his phone and turned on the camera to check his face.

The giant black bruise on his right cheek sobered him up. He could not go out like this in public.

"Well, maybe you can find a pretty nurse to take care of you." Cyrus grinned at him. "Unless you have a girlfriend hidden somewhere. Not that I would blame you. Who would want to be part of this Shit show?"

Who indeed? 

His thoughts wondered to Nesta Archeron. Would she nurse him, if he showed up with a bruised face? Or would she laugh at him?

Maybe she would finally let her walls down.

Maybe he would hate her for pitying him.

Eris carefully brushed his fingers over his cheek.

His body was starting to relax and the adrenaline left his system. He hated this feelling. Like clouds filling his brain and making him softer.

"I had a date tonight", he confessed.

Cyrus looked at him as if he had grown a third head. "You?"

"She was wonderful. Breathtaking. And I lost my chance."

"Because I called you", Cyrus said. "Shit, Eris, I am sorry. Had I known…"

Both brothers knew that it would not have changed a thing. This was their life. And at least they still had it.

"We should call Gabriel and mom", Eris said. "She has some explaining to do."

"I do that", his brother was eager to help. Like the lost puppy he had always been. "You should call your date. I am sure she will forgive you."

"I left her", Eris said softly.

"Okay?"

"Without explaination. I left her alone at a restaurant without explaining myself."

Cyrus was not a sensitive guy. But even he whinced at that. "Send her a pic of your face. That will win her back."

Eris was sure, that it would not. He took the ice pack and left the kitchen. Fresh air was what he needed.

As he stood outside in the garden, his mother had so carefully designed, he finally felt the last bit of anxiety leave his system.

Tiredness came like a soft blanket and wrapped up all his thoughts.

He dialed Nestas number.

She did not pick up.

He took a picture of his face.

___

This story is also on AO3.

I might switch to only posting there... What do you guys think?

[tagthescullion]

Do you have any headcanons about Chris Rodriguez?

His name, for example.. I like cristobal rodríguez (I know cristian is a name in spanish too, but cristobal is more dramatic --also, rodríguez goes with a tilde--)

his mother's from veracruz, méxico (he was born there too)

his mum didn't know who hermes was, she married when chris was little and had a few kids with her new partner

one of them is marisol (a.k.a 'mari', a.k.a. 'mary', the one chris is talking about in BotL), he loves all his siblings but always got along better with marisol

when he was 12 a monster tried to attack him on his way back from fútbol and a satyr on his quest to find pan saw the whole thing and told chris' mum sent him to new york that summer

when chris first got to camp, he felt a bit lost, the culture was different, he missed his parents and siblings, he had to make an effort to think in english when he was tired (annoying thing to have to do, truly)

and his father didn't claim him

luke told him it was okay, gods were like that, that they were a family anyway, who needed recognition from those assholes

chris loved luke, he was the older brother --officially, even if he didn't know it yet-- he always wanted

he was always annoyed when clarisse went on and on about 'making ares proud' bc he was jealous that she knew who her father was, and did she really have to shove it in eveybody's face all the time??

but then once, after capture-the-flag, the ares cabin lost and clarisse was super upset --yelling at anybody who came close-- and off to the training arena.. chris followed her silently --he was always so good at staying quiet when needed-- and eventually saw her sit down angrily, arms crossed around her knees

he approached slowly, eventually, he got the courage to sit next to clarisse and waited until she spoke.. she told him that she dedicated all her triumphs --or attempts at winning-- to her father bc she was afraid he'd unclaim her if she fucked up

chris thought that sounded legit, and also that the gods were massive assholes (if anyone from méxico me quiere decir cómo dicen allá 'reverendos pelotudos hijos de puta', se agradece)

he told luke, a while later so as to not be so obvious, that he'd heard of other kids being wary of their godly parents revoking their claim, wondered perhaps if annabeth, always trying to prove her worth, might think that way too

luke neither confirmed nor denied annabeth's situation, but he told chris that yeah, he knew campers felt that way, that it was okay if chris was still upset about his deadbeat father not speaking up

chris asked if luke felt that way about hermes. "as if he could disinherit me? unclaim me? whatever gods do?" he snorted and explained to chris that nothing hermes did upset him anymore --not true but y'know how teenagers are--

he told chris that if gods couldn't even admit their children were theirs, they didn't deserve to use those children as weapons or tools --his quest had been bullshit, and had ended up with his questmate dead for no reason other than repeating other heroes exploits--

and y'know, to chris, luke was wise, and fair, and caring, why wouldn't he believe luke when he said there was another way?

I've a bunch more from later on but this is long enough as it is :D

[pink-tk-a-latte]

PYPYPYPY! (That is how I shall summon thee. Like a cat's PSPSPSPSP- HEHEHE-)

If you feel inspired by my prompt, can I please request lee! Sigma and ler! Dazai? (Tone, romantic but not established relationship (YET LMAO-). I really don't have a coherent plot idea, I just woke up to the thought of Dazai *geeeently* fluttering his digits against Sigma's ears, sides, etc, being extra soft as Sigma desperately tries to crawl away, only to get pulled back into Dazai's lap (He loves it, he just refuses to LET himself love it XD). Sigma bby needs some softness after the last 3 years of his life tbh... And Atsushi is now experienced enough to predict Dazai's tickle attacks so his new victim is Sigma XD.

Have an awesome dayyy~!

-🫧 Anon~!

So I’m a cat girl now? (PYPYPYPY is hilarious from now on I will respond only to that) /j

ANYWAY THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE REQUEST!!! You’ve been such a pal bubble anon!! Genuinely I’m so sorry for how long this took :((( I’ll blame it on end of school year busyness but I’ve also just been generally waffling (I have no reference for how long it should take to finish a request… uhhhhhh…)

Warning for,,, a spattering of tildes (there’s like three)? I know it’s cringe but I think they’re fun~~~~~ lmaooo

Regardless!!! On with the Sigzai!!!!!

Sfw tickle fic!!!!!!! Pre-Relationship Sigzai 💜🤎

Gypsophila, Baby’s Breath

In his mind, Sigma felt weightless. As if he and gravity had become estranged, acquaintances who’d fallen out of touch over time. As if he were drifting, floating, falling through the sky.

But then there were clowns with sharp teeth and dove wings, and strange, pale men offering their hands, and sands and seas of red and orange, and pages, and elevators, and flooding ballrooms with classical music—

And he was riding a giraffe, for some reason?

Then Sigma awoke, gasping as though he'd been ripped from a freezing ocean, to a warm and fluttering breeze blown against the back of his neck. He slapped a hand against his nape, a shabby attempt to hide his reaction.

“Wakey wakey, sleeping beauty!”

Sigma whipped his head around, still achey and foggy as he tried to remember who he was and where he was and what universe this was supposed to be.

A dream? Sigma twisted his face and rubbed his bleary eyes. It felt so real.

Granted, he had no idea why he would think that.

“Come back to reality yet?” He thought he recognized that voice. It was bright and entirely unserious and brought a sinking sensation to his stomach. “It’s rare to see Sigma sleeping on the job~!”

“Huh?” Sigma surveyed his surroundings. The lights were off, the room lit solely by the tangerine rays stretching from the windows. He glanced down at his desk.

His desk. At the ADA. His not-quite-yet home, only because he had nowhere else to go for now.

He looked up. Dazai was leaning over him, eyes a soft and welcoming brown in the rusty sunlight.

The rusty sunlight…

How long was I asleep for!?

Dazai laughed in his frothy-bubbly way. “Don’t worry, you were only out for an hour or so. It was almost the end of the day already.” Pulling up a chair, he scooted beside Sigma. “Although I’m impressed you lasted that long! You were practically falling asleep at the wheel the whole day!”

I was? Abashedly, Sigma frowned and rubbed his forehead. He eyed Dazai from the corner of his vision. “How did you—?”

“—Know what you were going to ask?” Now, Dazai was leaning his chin on his hand and staring up at him. The tender, charmed amusement those coffee brown eyes fixed him with was too intense to stare at directly, like a solar eclipse. “It’s because you’re easy to read, Sig-ma.”

“Wh- You- I am not!” Sigma huffed. “I can’t help that I’m no superhuman.”

Suddenly quiet, Dazai hummed and smiled, brown eyes closer to black now that they were out of the light. “Is that so?” He reached for the long locks of purple and white that weaved around Sigma’s shoulders. “But you treat yourself like a work machine!” He twirled his hair around his fingers.

Sigma had noticed that — Dazai was always reaching to touch, whether it be patting Atsushi or Kyouka on the head, leaning on Yosano’s shoulder, stealing Kunikida’s glasses or Ranpo’s hat, or pinching Sigma’s cheeks (???). He was simply tactile, as though he did it without purpose or logic.

The accused work machine crossed his arms. “I like work, though.”

Dazai made a comically disgusted face, then smoothed his expression back into untouchable levity. “You’re strange.”

Sighing, Sigma ran a hand through his hair, peeved to find it frizzing in all directions. He adjusted the strands that clung to his cheeks and tangled in his earrings, tucking them behind his ear.

Dazai’s fingers followed immediately, curious toward his adornments. Feather-light, they brushed against the back of his ear.

Sigma’s disproportionate flinch did not go unnoticed.

He grabbed Dazai’s wrist. “Hey— Hands to yourself.” He couldn’t help how his tone wavered.

“Aww, but why?” he whined. “Your earrings are so shiny. I just want to see~ them, Sigma.”

Really, Sigma didn’t mind being touched, but the memory of Dazai’s fingers skirting the shell of his ear sent a crack of hot lightning down his skeleton.

Sigma nibbled on the dry skin of his lip. “I just don’t want you to pull them out or something…” His gaze trailed up.

When Sigma met Dazai’s eyes, his stomach dropped at their impish glint.

He should’ve known he’d been caught the moment he woke up.

“Your reactions are always so curious.” Dazai grinned, and then his arms were around Sigma’s waist.

"Wait!" While Sigma yelped, Dazai pulled him out of the chair and into his lap, skittering blunt nails into his sides. "WAIHAIhahait! StahaHAP!"

Dazai was being so darn soft, digits just barely making an imprint in his skin, that Sigma was embarrassed by how loud he was. It was more of the surprise than anything, but the gentleness and the premonition of it felt like colorful beams of energy erupting from his brain.

"Shh shh." Dazai's chin rested on Sigma's fluffy head. "Just relax. Don't fight it." Said hushly, as though he were speaking to a rowdy critter.

“Whahahat do you mehehehEAN?” He shoved at Dazai’s shoulders, gripping restlessly at the other rolly chair for succor, but it insisted only on rolling away.

Cheek squished against Sigma’s elbow, Dazai babbled placatingly, “Just that I think you would like this if you calmed down!” He wrapped one arm around the desperate man to secure him in his lap, then flurried his fingers in between his shoulder and neck. Sigma squealed and curled into himself, drive to escape lost.

It was as though all his thinking had floated away in a toasty bubble of mirth. All notions of his duties, his past, the wants of other people, erased and overpowered by touch in the guarded swaths of his skin.

“DAhahahazai! Ehehehieek!” Sigma rocked side to side uselessly. “NoHOhot thehehere!”

“It’s such a fun spot though!” Dazai sang. “You’re just so perfectly shaped for grabbing, hm?”

Sigma shook his head, hair swirling around his figure. “WHAhahahat the heheHE—!?” His face was euphorically warm, even at the affronting statement.

He felt moisture bead on his lashes from the force with which he lidded his eyes. Somehow, he’d turned to face Dazai, burying his face in his collar. Sigma noticed that Dazai’s skin was as acutely hot as he felt.

Easy access permitted, Dazai blew on his ear, then laughed at how Sigma bristled and shrieked. Sigma cursed him through loopy, frantic giggles; even so, Dazai put in the effort to look offended.

“It really hurts me that you still push me away!” He sniffled theatrically. “After the secrets and promises we shared? Don’t you trust me?”

Ridiculously, Sigma felt just a tad guilty. “IhihI dohoho, buhut- !”

“Aww, that’s nice of you.” Dazai leaned in close to his neck. Sigma felt those lips curl into a smile… and shivered. “Probably a mistake, though.”

Scritches at the spot beneath his ear and pinches at his hip fried his nerves until Sigma lost his mind. Such clement touches, such violent sensations. Confusion only made him more frantic: Did he want to run from the feeling, or melt into it?

Questions for another time. Right now he just wanted a break.

“OhohokAHAY! Thahahat’s ehehenough!” Sigma pushed weakly against Dazai’s shoulders.

“Fine, fine.” Dazai stopped shortly after, taking Sigma into his arms as all the tension evaporated from his limbs. He settled Sigma back in his own chair without separating. Though he flinched at the contact, Sigma stayed.

As Sigma wheezed and puffed, Dazai’s nose dug into his shoulder. “See? I’m only human too.” He trailed off. Then, cheekily, “I’m mere prey to my desire for you~!”

Sigma sighed and patted Dazai’s cheek, ignoring the flare of heat in his own. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to imply that you were beyond human.” His mouth quirked oddly. “You told me yourself there’s no such thing.”

Dazai chuckled. “I don’t know, you’re pretty extraordinary.”

The pats turned into a (fond) slap.

“Ow!” He lifted his head and nursed his cheek. Sigma knew that pout was fake. “Mean, mean, mean! And I was just about to ask if you had fun.”

“What?” Sigma did not like how often he was becoming flushed.

That irritatingly brilliant mind waggled his eyebrow. “It’s nice, isn’t it? For a fleeting minute, you don’t have to think about anything. It’s bliss.”

Sigma played with his sleeve. “I… guess.” The admission made him warm all over again.

Dazai clapped and cheered and Sigma hit him again. There was a gasp from the man he was leaning against. “Oh, speaking of! Chuuya was asking how you were. He wanted to make sure you were taking it easy.”

Ah, well that was nice of him. Sigma grunted, still slumped against Dazai’s chest. “And here you are, holding me at work overtime.”

"Then let’s start heading back, shall we?" Dazai slid from his seat and halfway knelt on one knee, offering his hand (the same hand that a moment ago had been— nevermind). Sigma shook his head in exasperation but took it anyway.

Through the door and into the hallway, Dazai pulled Sigma by the hand, wrapped firmly but tenderly around his fingers. He met his eye with a smug, reminiscent look. "You know, this place is like a ballroom..."

"I swear, if you start dancing again, I’m leaving you here,” said Sigma, staring down the idea forming in Dazai's head.

"But our lives aren't in danger this time!" Unheeding, Dazai had flourished his free hand, ready to tango.

Against all odds, Sigma’s brow relaxed. He was right. There was no imminent doom in this moment, just the ADA's halls leading to nothing but stairs and an elevator that wasn't rigged (not that he was inclined to use it). Just Dazai, his warm, satiny, playful hands, and his invitation.

With a breath, Sigma loosened his shoulders. He let Dazai pull him into twirl, then a wrap, then a dip, and they began their dance once again.

༝ ˚ ｡⋆ 𓇼 ⋆｡ ˚ ༝

Baby’s breath symbolism: Purity, innocence, everlasting love and devotion, and new beginnings.

[wri0thesley]

Nat! I know you said you guys didn’t have a registry but I would love to send a little something anyway! You said you wanted to buy a new bed, right? What’s the best way for me to send over a lil wedding gift 👀👀👀💍💒👰?

WAAAA anon that is so so nice of you. haz and i do not get married until april 25th and honestly i do not understand the etiquette of wedding gifts; we asked mostly for cards (exciting!!!! i love a card!) but if we do get some monetary gifts we do indeed desperately need a new bed because ours is BROKEN and my back is eventually going to get tired of being the shape of a tilde whilst i sleep: ~

i WILL give you my paypal.me link (here!) bc dang i do want to get that bed soon and i am shameless but i would like to say that there is absolutely NO PRESSURE EVER to send a little gift of any kind (ESPECIALLY money; if i did have a little amazon registry i would link it but bc we have lived together for so long we have almost everything we need)!

i am personally eternally thankful for the community of people on tumblr i have met who have helped me through my darkest times. our maid of honour is actually someone we met through the old j0succ discord and is flying in from the us and is one of our best friends! i truly do not know where i would be without my silly little tumblr writing blog!

i will probably reblog this once or twice bc a few people asked me about registries n honeyfunds n such (but i read that honeyfund/wedding cashpots online were a SCAM) but again, i would like to reiterate you guys are all my friends and i appreciate every one who has wished us well or asked us abt the wedding or ever even liked my silly posts, and there is no pressure or expectation or anything of the kind ever! ofc if u did we would appreciate it but we also appreciate you guys caring so much about us anyway ;_;

[maxwellatoms]

Congratulations, one of your characters made a cameo appearance in my midlife crisis!

This takes a little time to explain, but on the art web site FurAffinity, living users are represented with a tilde, while living impaired users get an infinity symbol in front of their names. I was at a low point in my life when I drew this, and thought about what would happen when the Grim Reaper eventually closed the loop.

Anyway. This was supposed to be for questions, so I'll ask one. The career of an animator seems to be nomadic... they'll spend some time developing a series for Cartoon Network, then move to Disney, then migrate to Nickelodeon, only to return where they started (cough cough CH Greenblatt cough).

Any reason, or reasons, why this happens? Honestly, I have a difficult time understanding why anyone would go to Nickelodeon to start a show, given the way so many artists have been treated by the network in the past. Do all the networks act like this?

Just curious. Thanks for your time, and for the years of entertainment.

You guys look great together, but no loop closings please!

Gotta bilde the tilde, if you know what I mean.

Anyway, yeah... Animators all know that Other Studios have Other Problems. It's not at all uncommon to hear someone say, "I'm about ready for new problems".

I spent most of my career (until the wonders of the recent mega-merger) at WB, so I've really only known WB problems (with a light sprinkling of Disney Troubles). I've asked friends like C.H. Greenblatt and Jessica Borutski about the long-haul at Nick, so I have a basic idea what the culture is like. But if I land at Nick in five years, it could be a completely different set of circumstances and maybe even a completely different set of employers.

I know maybe three studio execs with solid careers who've spent the majority of their time at one studio. Most of the time, the low level executive track is even more of a meat grinder than the creative track. In fact, I'd go as far as to say that the middle-management meat grinder is the cause of the creative meat grinder.

The job of an executive is to make impressive decisions that dazzle their superiors and shareholders. If you've just been hired to replace someone and have inherited a stack of 32 animation bibles in various stages of development with assorted creators, are you really going to just continue going through that pile? I mean, you're replacing someone for a reason, right? So probably better just to toss that whole pile of animation bibles in the trash and start again. Because you're going to look like an idiot if even a single one of those fails. And if it succeeds, it just makes your predecessor look smart, which steals some of your shine. So you axe those creators and all of their support goes away and the cycle begins anew.

During my career, these executive turnovers (and the following creative turnovers) happen about every four or five years. With a little luck, it takes (in my experience) about two years to get a show through development to pilot, and then another year to decide if it's going to be a series. In short, there is precious little time where a creator/EP can interface with and rely on a competent executive to champion them. If you don't have that, you're not going anywhere.

I'm not sure how anything gets made. From the inside, development is always trickle-down sweaty desperation. I guess somehow, every now and then, a neurodivergent 23 year old slips through the cracks and makes a kid's show about The Grim Reaper. It could all be luck.

There are definitely execs who love animation and have made it their life's work. But there are also people who just got into the business as, say, a personal assistant and hasn't watched an animated cartoon since they were six, but suddenly find themselves in control of many millions of dollars worth of IP. There are execs who think of entertainment only as a commodity and who literally don't understand why creatives feel so passionate about "just cartoons" but will remind you "how lucky you are to work in entertainment" if you ask for a raise.

In short, the problems are usually management related. And those problems are mostly the same across studios, with the occasional Infamous Despot you want to avoid at all costs. The good news is that said Despot probably won't last five years.

There are perks at the different studios too. Proximity to decent food. Occasional amusement park passes. Friday morning bagels. The sort of stuff that hopefully nobody is taking a job specifically for.

At the end of the day, there are three or four big studios we can work for. There are also a smattering of smaller indie studios which... make content for those three or four other studios anyway.

The long and short of it is that there's just not a lot of choice where we can work or who we work for. We definitely talk to each other and the studio culture does weigh heavily when you're deciding where to go. Assuming you have the luxury of choice. It all kind of sucks, and it all kind of sucks in the same way. But sometimes you get bagels.

Stay Frisky!

[uhcasual]

Here's a Changelog!

Made edits to the translations for chapters 1 and 2 of MDZS' manga. I originally wasn't going to make any further edits but felt bad that someone could come across my translation and miss some details or nuance because of it. I think this is a final version.

This is a lot of yap but here you go anyway

Chapter 1 link Chapter 2 link

Chapter 1 page 3 Missed 不夜天; original t/l only said "bloody night", but this is referring to the battle at the nightless city. (it was a bloody night tho lol) page 6 Skipped over 奪舎; original t/l ommitted the robbery of a body but it's explicitly stated. Added to include. page 8 t/l word order was confusing. Meant to say the mom was born of the servant, not Mo Xuanyu lol. Original said "Born from a servant, who my mother doesn't even acknowledge as a sister" which doesn't really make sense in English. page 9 Changed "family" to "clan" in second speech bubble. Really, either is fine but MDZS does use sect vs clan in general, rather than school vs family. This is also more consistent with the existing page 4 translation. 仙門 cultivation was used in both the 2nd speech bubble and the 6th. Added the word cultivation to the the 6th bubble as well. Thought about changing it to "distinguished cultivators will be our guests today" since that sounds more fluid in English but the distinguished is attached to guests rather than cultivators so left the rest. Otherwise it would be implied that the cultivators are distinguished (Jingyi's in that group that would be categorically false)(jk I love Jingyi) page 15 A-Tong, the Mo servant's name, is used in the first part of the first speech bubble, so added his name. It was already translated and added to page 16 but that one's tiny so this way it's more clear who he is lol. I don't remember if he's one of the people that needs to die for the ritual, but figured it would be better to be clear rather than not just in case his name is brought again in a later chapter. Probably everyone in the MDZS fandom knows this but in case this is your first exposure, 阿 "Ā" in Chinese is a flattering initial particle that can be added to a person's name or nickname. It's used to be cutesy, express affection, or indicate that you're close (depending on who's using it on whom). Added t/n to explain 阿 also. It's used in a few Chinese dialects, not just Mandarin. WWX also calls the distinguished guests cultivators in page 15 but figured it's clear who he's referring to so didn't think it's really necessary to add the word there. page 16 Rearranged the words of A-Tong's second speech bubble to include his little っわあ waah!!. Made the other small text on the page a little bigger, it was too small to read earlier.

Chapter 2 Page 1 I totally butchered this one. Honestly the whole chapter's translation was pretty bad, I was sleep deprived at this point. Original translation said "there are some young men in our family who have a talent in cultivation" because I didn't understand what she was saying. Fixed! Madam Mo is talking about connection to cultivators not like, connection with cultivation, equating to talent lol Page 2 Had the same issue as page 1 in the first speech bubble, fixed to refer to connections with cultivators rather than connection to cultivation. Also made Lan forehead ribbon text bigger to make it easier to read. Page 3 Changed text size a bit. Changed the back and forth between uhhh Lord Mo(? I forget his name and it's not in the manga yet) and WWX to actually reflect what they're saying. I didn't get what Lord Mo was saying initially, now it's true to the Japanese version. WWX's response is changed back to "wakatta!" (Got it!/I understand!) now that it makes sense lol. Page 4 The mangatemple font that I have doesn't have a ~tilde so it was hard to see in the Aah~!, so I changed the font. OG Japanese has tilde. Changed the 2nd part of the 7th speech bubble to make more sense in English within the context of the first panels of this page. Page 6 Removed "words" from "Don't take my words seriously!?" in the third panel because it sounded stilted in English. Page 9 Missed Wei Wuxian's tiny little "fu~tsu" sound effect on page 7 when I was doing SFX lol. Added translation. Page 10 Added extra to Sizhui's first full line to make it more obvious in English that Sizhui's saying it's not a big deal. There's probably a better way to word this but whateva Changed the to the original unit of measurement of Li/Ri. Li (the Chinese,Japanese,Korean traditional unit of measurement, originated in China) is used in the OG text so figured it should stay in English too. Ri 里 is also a traditional Japanese unit of measurement but figured might as well keep the Chinese version in since there will be other Chinese words used in the manga (like the A- prefix, clan names, locations, etc) that don't really have an equivalent. This way using incense sticks to measure time blends in better I think too. If I translate future chapters I'm going to keep the convention of maintaining original Chinese terms for similar culture-specific words. Also t/n Jingyi doesn't actually say "Listen to me!" in the 2nd bubble but Wei Wuxian's response of "No way! Taking it!" (more literal translation) makes sense in Japanese but doesn't really make sense as a response to "Don't touch!" in English I think, hence the added line for Jingyi. Missed WWX's tiny hehe sfx so added that Page 12 This one was also butchered. Missed 役所 so that messed up the grunts' 2nd and 3rd speech bubbles. Now it's correct!

Plus small font/font size/centering changes.

I don't like how many errors there were so if I do future chapters I'm gonna take more time with it. I learned a lot this time! The SFX didn't take very long to add once I did them (only maybe like 3 hours) so I'll prob just include the translations for them with the first version next time.

[lucawrites11]

Yes, this is, of course, a personal opinion, but I kind of gives me the ick when children are so overexposed or even used with sponsors an things like that.

That’s why I love how Irene and her wife do it. Their child goes to matches, he may appear on TV, and he is an active participant in that part of his mum’s life, but they don’t really show his face in social media. It’s like an extra layer of security, and also respecting how he may want to show himself in social media when he is older.

In Evie’s case, she is old enough to consent if she wants to hacer her picture posted.

i personally i am very close to this as someone who learnt my mum was posting me on Facebook when someone i didn't like said they saw a photo of me. the account was private but my mum was friends with them but i didn't know and that hurt me. i banned her from posting me and she was upset and refused for a year but i refused to have my photo taken until she agreed and passive aggressive comments were made for four years until i snapped and i said she could post them as long as she asked me first. i was around seven/eight at the time. social media is permanent and i am very happy the photos aren't out there especially since my transition

i am not a huge fan at all of how harper and koby's faces are shown on social media, there's also photos of them naked in baths as babies and things are on show and that's just not it. i get where katrina is coming from sometimes with raising awareness of mums in sport but i think players like alex morgan, crystal dunn, tameka yallop and ali krieger/ashlyn harris just generally strike that balance a lot better if not perfectly. i think lina and lisa hurtig do it the best

anyway for the headcanons on the kids level of privacy of social media please read below

evie: her face is shown occasionally but lucy has always let her approve it and it's rarely a photo of her when she's not playing football or she's on the pitch/supporting her family. the occasionally when the rule is broken is a photo of her not showing her face walking narla or a couple of photos of her playing football in lockdown

lissa: she rarely appears on daan and ellie's feed especially during the season. she can be seen in a couple of their stories maybe once a month and more often on international breaks. her face isn't hidden but it's never a photo of just her, it's more often a family photo. daan and the dutch team much prefer to do photos from her point of view, lissa has always loved a camera so they have a little series sometimes where they post photos/videos that lissa has taken. it's always cute and keeps lissa's privacy

emy, sienna and matteo: no face on social media or anywhere intentional until she and sienna make their senior debut then it's pretty hard to avoid. even then no public social media until they are 16. matteo rarely if ever appears online even as an adult

élia and lluc: you would have to work hard to find any photos of them anywhere until they turn around 5 or 6 and then there are a few alexia posts of them playing football. their faces are never out there but they will reference their existence in posts or in the media occasionally when talking about their life. they also posted a photo of their feet when they were born but nothing more. however, jenni and alexia's entire storage is filled with photos they will willing show to anyone who says so much of a single word about their kids

frøya: the world doesn't ever even know her birthday. but there are some photos of her back and feet where you can appreciate her stylish shoe collection and ingrid's ability to style her hair. when she's on a pitch with them, ingrid has her wear sunglasses that she's labelled as special to hide her eyes. frøya thinks it's funny to not see that well so she doesn't mind

tilde and elvy: they pop up occasionally, more often on their stories but only in family photos and only when the kids agree to it. they are also spotted on the pitch and on denmark and sweden socials in their constant competition about where they have more fun and which country is better but only ever with permission and it's often the back of their heads and on their stories. they often make use of their close friends story to post about them to just a select few people especially their former chelsea teammates

[doodles-of-a-nerd-kid]

*Warning, this is gonna be a ridiculously long post...

So, some of you reeeeally wanted to know just a teeny weenie bit more about my weird boy huh? Well, here ya go:

Yeah, where do I freakin' start with this--? It was not only hard to put together despite the very simple (and more obvious) inspirations... but I had to mega ponder whatever the heck I was on when creating this character, LOL

Lets break it down all over again:

It is extremely obvious (I think) of which characters Tilde's appearance mostly stems from... our funny scout robots from Cave Story: Mr. Traveler and Curly Brace themselves. (Which heehee geddit he has a punctuation naem TILDE ~~ xdd)

I'm pretty sure some of you have probably assumed (Especially with how much I pair them together...^^") Tilde is... well... their kid somehow--

Not... quite? It's... much more complicated than that, don't worry about it! Anyways, I basically chucked them both into a blender to combine their appearances together as much as possible; an example of this is Tilde's hair! It's a blonde color like Curly's and straight; but has a waviness, spiking up at the ends like Quote's hair.

Tilde's antenna earphone things are green, and his eye color is also that bluescreen blue that Curly has as well, lol.

So Tilde's outfit inspirations! Tilde is actually wearing Sue Sakamoto's sweater, along with someone's long green scarf. Its a bit old and worn out... but it's very shnazzy, dontcha think? ^^ In earlier drawing drafts of Tilde back in 2021, his sleeves were actually much more sprite accurate to Sue's-- But then I played OneShot and drew them droopy like Niko's once and it... stuck. idc its staying too. I think I wanted to give him a cuteness bonus, so I gave him hairpins thanks to Chase from Harvest Moon lol

Underneath Tilde's sweater he is wearing a simple black tank with magenta shorts, like Quote's tank and sprite Curly's pants. His shoes I unfortunately don't have a direct correlation for their colors, but they're inspired by Cave Story 3D JP Curly's shoes.

A much more rare appearance, but this is what Tilde looks like as an adolescent-- Don't question why, just roll with it-- I have my reasons and I won't tell you :^) When I was drawing him, my brain just handed me Basil from Omori. Literally, just Basil's energy and a bit of the Mother series protagonists for outfit design... I tried to swishing it around a bit and ended up with a very puntable looking guy, which was the exact vibe I was going for~ >:3c

I gave Tilde a sweater turtleneck and called it a day, then Lucas came to mind again when I was coloring-- Which overall made this particular bit of the outfit more interesting ^^ Tilde here is also wearing Toroko's pendant. Not really much else to cover here, since the many traits from Tilde's youth carries into here. Continuing...

Oh boy, how the times have changed and he's all grown up now T_T

Tilde when he's older takes almost all the liberties from especially Quote, wearing his infamous deadpan expression naturally... but he still remains extremely expressive like Curly ^^

Tilde's outfit is very obviously influenced by them, from their cargo pants to their color schemes (which are also admittedly being carried from his youth as well.) Quote's Blade Strangers design (If you ever heard of it.) was definitely an influence for him as well--

BUT to keep him looking a bit more fresh, I devised to use even more of that special jrpg sauce i love to throw on my characters lmAO

Y'all should already know from my previous post that I'm a weeb a Japanese culture enthusiast, not gonna explain that again

Specially for his outfit Tetsuya Nomura's character designs immediately come to mind, i cannot tell you which one specifically.

While imagining the "cool rpg boy outfit" all these characters blend together in my head, probs because they seem to have similar vibes LOL (very cool Nomura-san)

100% CERTAIN Felix from Golden Sun had an influence on Tilde's outward appearance. I actually drew older Tilde before teen Tilde, and I gave him long hair partly bc of him-- lmao

(While Soren from Fire Emblem is not a main influence for Tilde, he is simply here because I hate him for making me realize long haired dudes are just,,, peak character design idk what to tell you.)

So that's Tilde's sheet

goes very crazy I know

If imma do a Tilde sheet, i gotta do it properly-- He's the best(est)

I'm very tired I worked on this for almost a whole week lol imma sleep or something

[thatcheeseycandle]

//ALOT OF SPOILERS ON CHAPTER 28 OF IN PURSUIT OF SELF DUE TO THIS BEING LIKE A REACTION POST

Okay uh.. Thomas being gone?? YEAH YILES THAT MIGHT MEAN TWO THINGS

THE FIRST BEING THAT THOMAS HAS GONE TO FIND SOMEONE

THE SECOND BEING THAT.. GOLD DUST THINGS COULD HAPPEN??

MY GOSH BITTERN?? TRYNA MAKE A GRAB FOR GREY?? BITTERN REALLY TALKS HIS MIND DOESNT HE-

BEGAHAHDHHAHSD GO GREY GO ALL OUT HEHAHAHAHAHXH

"I am neither a boy or girl. I am a man!" me, a genderfluid masc, relating to this.. BITTERN YOU AND ME YOU AND ME ON GENDER-

Okay when I said go all out I DID NOT MEAN GO ALL OUT THAT WAY BEHAHAHSHFHEHDHFHF GOSH GREY YOU GOT SOME AUDACITY- /NM

AAYFJHFHAHSHDHDHDHHDHSYYYSHCJDAYYEYSYEYSYWYSYSYYEYS YES YES YE SYAYAYAYAYAYS FINALALAFYYFHFHJDHFVEHF PENDENNIS AND DOTTI CANON THEYRE XANON WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Im epxlodigng IM EPXLODIGNG IM FALLING IM GOING THIS THIS IS AAAAAAAAA ETYSYSYEYSYSYS YES YES YES YE SYE SYE SYE SYE YES YES YES YES THEYRE CANON THEYRE CANON YEHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

I TOLD YOU I TOLD TOU YOU KNWO WHO YOU ARE I TILD YOU I CALLED IT THEY WOULD BE TOGETHER IM TELLING YOU AAAAAA

. UNION. DO NOT MESS THIS UP MORE THAN YOUVE ALREADY DONE. DONT. IM GONNA GET DIZZY SHAKING MY HEAD GETTING SECOND HAND EMBARRASSMENT FROM YOU UNION I KID YOU NOT YOUR GONNA MESS UP ONCE AGAIN-

Anyways GOD UH QELL.. PREPARING MYSELF FOR THEIR REACTIONS ON TORNADO..

HLEHSD ME MEBADHHSHAHAHSHDHDHD PAUSE. SIT. WAIT. IM CSCKLING WHY DID HOON CRAKCN. ME UP HEBAHDBFB OF ALL THINGS. I NEED TO BREAHT WGIVE EME A MITNWUSHAHAHHAHADH

OKAY THE LINGO GOT ME OFF LINE SO YEAH IM GONNA CONTINUE

GO STEPNEY GO HOGOHOGOGOGOOGGO GO STEPNEY YOU EULE THAT LITTLE YEAH IM NOT SWEARING BUT YEAH GO GO GO STING THAT STINGLESS BEE YEAH GO GREY GOGOGOOOOO GO GO

Oh God.. DID SHE GET POISONED????? I SWEAR IF SHE DID. I REMEMBER THERE BEING A MENTION OF LIKE GOLD DUST POISONING AND MY GOSH YEAH. POOR UNION.

OKAY TO BE FAIR THROUGHOUT THESE READS IVE STARTED TO LIKE.. YKNOW.. KINDA FAVORITE UNION??

LISTEN IM AN ANTAGONIST DEFENDER CAN YOU BLAME ME??

THE GIRL HAS A PARTNER LIKE COME ON IF SHES RHAT VILE WHY WOULD SHE HAVE A PARTNER?? telling you lot Im about to defend Union if she ever gets past her villain arc IM TELLING YOU-

Yeah Im kinda kinda worried.. YEAH IM VERY WORRIED I LIED IM VERY WORRIED FOR UNION AS THE SECONDS GO BY AS I LOOK AT THAT SENTENCE..

OH GODOGISYAYAYYDYFYF FINALLY WE GOT WERE IN THE HOUSE WE GONNA FIDN OUT ABOUT MALLARD WE GONNA FIND ABOUT NORTH LETS GOGOGOWUGUUGGJ

SMASH THAT WINDOW OSCAR DO IR LETS GO

I take back the excitwment MALLARD. MALALLARDDDD AAAAAAA MALLARD. MALLARD. OSCAR HES GRIEVING HES GRIEVING I TWLL YOU HE REALLY IS GRIEVING. IF A MAN KNEELS LIKE THAT YOULL KNOW HES GRIEVING IM TELLING YOU LOT.

OSCAR FOR THE LOVE OF GOD. I WILL AND CAN. MY GOD IM GONNA SLAM MY PHONE ON THE CIELING RIGHT NOW IM TELLING YOU LOT I WILL.

MALLARD GET UP GET UP

NORTHR MORTH NOOOO IM HE EYES HIS EYES THEYRE WHAT NAOOAOFFOK NONONONONONO NO I ALMOST FORGOT ABOUT THAT BIT ABOUT OLIVIA AND NORTH NOOOONONONONONONONONO GOD NO PLEASE.

OH GOSH THE GIRLS ARE FIGHTING YOU LOT THE GIRLS ARE FIGHTING-

OSCAR. ODNT YOU EVEN. MY GOD HIM CSLLING NORTH OLIVIA'S FATHER JUST MAKES ME. FEEL ALL EMOTIPNAL. I CANT THIS I CANT I CANNOT MY GOD I CANT.

GO MALLARD MESD HIM UP MESS HIM UP RN YOUR A GRIEVING LSD YOU CAN MESS HIM UP DO IT

I regret what I said MALLARD DONT NONONONONO YOUR NO MONSTER IM TELLING YOU MY GOSH HES GONNA HAVE AN EXISTENTIAL VRISID NAOOONONONONONO

i think im gonna cry MY HOD. SLAMING MY OHEODN IM SLAMMING IT. IM GONNA BREAK THID PHONE I KID YOU NOT

NO CRAP SHERLOCK OF COURSE OLIVIAS GONNA BE UPSET??? WAS IT NOT OBVIOUS??????? MY GOD.

Im shedding tears i think I know why he showed mallard his memories.. Because he wants Mallard to be the one to protect Olivia now that hes most likely dead.. Well thats just a theory A DENIAL THEORY-

What. North SHOVED WHAT NOW. HE. WHAT. HE DID. THAT. WHISTLE. THAT WHISTLE HE GAVE IT TO NORTH..

Wait. North and Sir Nigel were mates while being on Gresley's property, so then it would make sense for Sir Nigel to give North his whistle.

Maybe because he knew that North would've needed a golden whistle to either support his gold dust construct or to research more into gold dust.

Im about to break my jaw IF I KEEP JAW DROPPING AT THIS LIKE WHAT????

Wait. Mallard said Sir Nigel Gresley, not Sir Nigel. WHAT FOES THIS MEAN?????? IS IT THE ONE THAT GREAT NORTHERN HAD WHICH WOULD EXPLAIN IT BEING OUT OF GOLD DUST OR WAS IT FROM SIR NIGEL AS IN THE LOCO??????

SAVING THE CONFUSION FOR MY THEORY POSTS IM JUST GONNA KEEP READING

Oh god OH GOD WHY DIDNT I MY GOD THE CHILD THEIR DAUGHTER MY GOSH-

Wait wait. Olivia's body is sorta co-possessed by Polly being the gold dust source that Olivia has to keep her healthy, and from what I'm guessing Polly would need a gold dust source as well since her gold dust is kinda being used by Olivia.

So without a whistle the gold dust wouldn't really have much time left, aka Olivia wouldn't have much time left.

But then how did Cold Iron sleep enter Olivia if she didn't have the whistle aka the gateway for cold iron sleep to enter through. Because like didn't North and/or Olivia mention that Gold Whistles are like gateways for cold iron to enter from a sentient engine to it's golden whistle?

Well maybe it's like my last theory, The cold iron most likely entered through Polly's engine which from what I guessed might've had little bits of her soul still there that didn't go with her during the time she fused herself with Olivia.

Which cold iron sleep would've infected.. And I imagine gold dust being like magnets whenever the loco's soul is yknow shifty all active and that. And yknow one bad rusted magnet sticking to all the other perfect clean magnets over time it would kinda rust the other magnets.

BUT CONTINUINH ON

AYA AYAY AY AY AY WAIT A MINUTE. ARROW KNEW ABOUT GORDON AND BOCO????? WELL.. YEAAAHAHHHHH TWO NEW COUPLES CONFIRMED LETS GOOO

Gordon YOU AND ME YOU AND ME. LIKE COME ON IT REALLY WAS THAT BAD.

YETSYEYSYSY WE GOT SOME BACKSOTRY ON EVENING STAR AND GREEN ARROW LETS GOGOGOGOO

IT REALLY IS A FUNNY WORLD IM TELLING YOU-

HWTATATATA WHAT A WHA WHATD WHATA HWTATATATATSTZHHDHDHD QHAT?????????????? THOMAZ HE WHAT HE HUH MY GOSH??? I DIDNTWHTA

OKAY. PAUSE. SIT. WHAT???? OKAY YEAH I KINDA SAW HIM AS A GOLDEN WARDEN- BUT HOLY GOSH WHAOWODHFH HE MY GOSH

BAZINGA WE GOT OUR GOLDEN WARDEN BEING THOMAS-

Okay WHAT. OKAY WYAH WE GOTTA SAVE KING EDWARD I WE GOTTA DO THIS RIGHT NOW.

YEHAHAHHH THE LITTLE WESTERN GOGOGOGOHOHOO

Oh gosh.. Mallard my mate.. Yeah hes on the real stages of grief Im telling you lot hes on the brink of full mental breakdown.

I take it back Im the one mentally breaking down- GOD. GADWALL WAS IT THE WHOLE TIME?????? THE EMOTIONS IN THIS CHAPTER MY GISH.

Wait WIA TWIAT HWNDRICK HAS A POINT HERE. POLLY. MY GOSH IT MAKES SENSE. POLLY'S USING HER GOLD DUST TO PROTECT THE BABY AND OLIVIA, WHICH WOULD ADD ON ON HOW THE COLD IRON SLEEP ENTERED. BECAUSE OF THE LIMITED GOLD DUST, AND BECAUSE A GOLD DUST SOUL WAS THERE AND SAID SOUL WAS WEAK IT WOULDVE MADE A GOOD VICTIM FOR COLD IRON.

Now of course it's mainly the baby, but my gosh since Olivia's body is sorta fused with Polly's soul in a way that would make it reasonable Olivia would've caught Cold Iron physically and spiritually.

WELL GOSH I DIDNT KNOW HENDRICK CALLED SCOT'S SOUL THAT... SURPRISES ME NGL-

AY AYAYA AY AY. WAITLANG. WAIT QAIt. MALLARD??????? MY GOSH MY I CANT O WHAT HE WYAT. MALLARD PUT THAT MAN ON A BED RN DO IT.

Aay YA AYDYSYFHFBF YES SAINT MUNGO AND BLUE PETER LETS GOGOO

OI OI WE GETTING TWO PLOTS CROSSED OVER WE GETTING A CROSS OVER PLOT LETS DO THIS YEAH GO GO GO BLUE PETER GO GOGOGGOGOO

Oi.. CLAMPS?... CLAMPS. PAUSE. I NEED YO BREATHE. WHAT? OKAY YEAH UNION IS.. A BUZZY BEE. BUT. YEAH. TOO MUCH SMOKE SPRAYED ON A BEE COULD LEAD TO PERMINANT DAMAGE.. YIKES.. YEAH UH.. I GUESS IM ONE OF THE ONLY LADS WORRIED FOR UNION IG??

THIS CHAPTER YEAH.. LOTS OF FRELINGS BAHEHSHHDHFHF OF COURSE THIS WOULD BE AN EMOTIPNAL ROLLERCOASTER ITS YOUNG IRON- EHAHEHHDFHBD

YET ANOTHER FANTASTIC CHAPTER DELIVERED FRESHLY BY THE LOVELY REDWYVERNWRITES LETS GOGOOO

If I'm being honest I really am getting myself hyped for the next chapter cause like WE MIGHT GET A GOLD DUST CONSTRUCT MEET UP YESAAAFGHHYEHSHAAHHH

[theoncelee]

You and i both know you would love it~

So i dont know why you keep hiding the please you said. U and i both know tou want it so badly that you wouldnt even fight back u would melt into it squirming giggling and blushing so much your glasses steam up~

FINE. YOURE RIGHT. I WOULD LOVE IT. HAPPY?????

ANAKSSKKDKDKDNDKDKEJSJAJA RAY YOURE GOING TO KILL ME

and that’s actually true I don’t rlly fight back when tkled

ANYWAYS

THANKS FOR THE FUCKING LEE MOOD AT SEVEN FUCKING AM

and I do mean that genuinely

ANYWAYS!!!

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AWAYYYYYYY