#beo's corner!

[murderoushagthesequel]

a typical day in the new potter home

baby harry: stay away from my daddy, he's mine!

regulus: we can share him, yeah? we're all mature grown ups.

baby harry: no, i'm the only mature grown up here.

regulus: oh, is that so?

baby harry: yeah, and you're being a little baby and stealing my daddy.

regulus: i'm not trying to, i promise, we can be a family!

baby harry: ...

regulus: would you feel better if we play murder?

baby harry: yeah!

*james walks in and harry just has his hands on regulus' throat trying to choke him and regulus is like hissing and baring his teeth like a vampire and james is just like ...genuinely what the fuck*

baby harry: daddy we’re playing murder! regulus is the one being killed.

james: yeah… i see that bud.

*james sighs and turns around and lets them get back to it*

james, on the phone: sirius, your brother and your godson are trying to kill each other again

sirius: WHAT DO YOU MEAN AGAIN??????

james: they usually think i don't notice

sirius: AGAIN, JAMES? AGAIN?

shared effort with @canyouhearmyfear

[jils-things]

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Hi Jil 🥰

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[widodiangelo]

Technically, they weren’t supposed to be in each other's cabins.

But after fighting in two wars in the last two years, Chiron had decided to let some things slide. And so the Poseidon cabin became the go-to meeting place for the older campers: mostly the seven and company.

As a result, the cabin had slowly begun accumulating various comfort items and was morphing into a strange college dorm room-thrift shop hybrid. There was an old, peeling leather couch Jason and Leo had dragged out of the big house a few weeks ago, surrounded by random folding chairs and an assortment of beanbags Nico had totally not shadow traveled in from an ikea in the city. There were two and a half mini fridges (two working, one broken), a strange assortment of video game consoles the stoll brothers had provided and quite a few puzzles.

Since he and Nico had started dating, Will found himself hanging out in Percy’s makeshift common room more and more. That evening, he had just finished a sing-along session with his siblings at the campfire and was making his way across camp to the cabins. The warm summer air was filled with the smells of campfire smoke and sea salt drifting from the shore. A calm smile on his face, Will strolled up to cabin three with an extra s’more in his hand.

The interior was lit up with fairy lights and a blue lamp in the corner: cozy and inviting. Leo and Piper sat in some beanbags, playing some sort of card game. Jason and Percy lounged on the couch, throwing blue jelly beans into each other’s mouths (or at least tried to) while they yelled at the video game on the large tv screen that sat on the floor, leaning against the far wall because someone had forgotten to steal a stand. Nico perched on the edge of a crusty armchair, a controller in his hands and gaze focused on the screen before him. 

Will stepped through the door with a soft wave, which Annabeth returned with one hand from where she was braiding back Nico’s hair as he played. Jason popped a jelly bean in his mouth as Will sat down at Nico’s side. “Holy shit. Nico, you’re sub 6 minutes and you’re already at Lernie? What even is this build?”

Nico smirked, not taking his eyes off the game, but leaning into his boyfriend as a hand carded around his waist. “I told you Grace, Beo is bugged on mirage shot. It’s totally OP.”

Percy tried to catch the blue projectile Jason tossed at him, almost falling off the couch in the process. “Yeah but even with the bug I’ve never been able to make use of hunter’s mark like this before. How are you even doing that?”

Nico shrugged, the silver chains that dangled from his ears glinted in the moonlight. “Practice.” He replied, taking down a hydra head in one blow.

Will took a bite of his s’more and squinted at the screen. “What even is this?”

“Hades.” All three boys replied, and Annabeth snorted. “It’s a Greek mythology game.” She supplied with a roll of her eyes. “Nico’s the main character.”

“I am not the main character.” Nico retorted, eyes never leaving the screen. He mumbled under his breath as the screen shifted, “fuck stupid room 34 witches. Dammit.”

Percy tilted his head in thought. “Actually Nico, you kinda are. I mean Zag is the son of Hades, his main weapon is a sword, you both look like you belong in a hot topic ad–”

“Fuck you, Jackson.” 

“I said what I said– oh shit smoldering air? No way!”

Jason almost choked on his food. “Dude you’re gonna go sub ten at this rate.”

Will glanced at Annabeth. “Do they always sound like they’re speaking ancient greek when they play this game?”

Annabeth pulled the hair tie around her wrist off with her teeth. “Yup. Hate to break it to you, your boyfriend’s a nerd.”

Nico scowled. “Am not.”

Will pressed a kiss to his forehead. “Oh you totally are.”

“Listen Solace– HA! 9:58!” Nico jumped up and tossed the controller on the floor in victory, flicking off the animated Hades he had just defeated. “Get fucked, dad.”

Will watched him fondly. “Of course you would be good at the greek mythology video game where you get to kill your father.”

Nico dropped back down on the chair and slipped into Will’s side, taking the s’more his boyfriend offered him with a grin. “I’m nothing if not on brand.”

[whatsk-poppinhomies]

Pairing : Huening Kai x F!Reader TW : none ; big fluff ; Beomgyu making a suggestive comment ; Kai being adorable ; Word Count : 1.4k Request : nope! A/N : Hope you all enjoyed the snippets of life! This is the last one and then we're back to the regularly scheduled programming!

“I’m really glad you’re finally spending the night.” Kai said shyly, his hands shoved into the pockets of his hoodie while your arm linked through his. “Don’t mind the guys, they’re kind of… Well… You know.” The rosy tint in his cheeks reached up to the tips of his ears, although you were sure he’d blame it on the chill of the late December air. “You can wear my clothes if you want… For sleeping… Or to just get comfortable. I don’t want you to feel like you have to wear jeans and stuff the whole time because I know that-” 

“Kai…” You cut him off, shoving your own hand into his pocket to give his hand a squeeze. “You’re stuck in your head, you’re rambling.” He sighed softly, lacing his fingers through your own, and his steps became gradually faster. One Kai step was about four or five steps for you though, and you found yourself breathless when the two of you finally reached the building. “Geesh…” 

“Don’t be nervous. It’s gonna be okay!” He tried to calm you, assuming that your heavy breathing and hesitation was due to nerves and not the fact that you felt like you had just ran a marathon just to keep up with him. Even still, the funniest part was the fact that he seemed to be the most nervous right now, his hands fidgeting in the fluff lined pocket of his hoodie, and he was the one hesitating to walk through the front door of the building. “Are you ready?” He asked, and you quickly nodded your head, wanting nothing more than to be inside and out of the winter chill. 

You were shivering inside the elevator that took you up to the dorm room where he and the guys lived, and Kai respectfully kept an arm draped over your shoulder while vigorously rubbing your arm to try to warm you up. “Are you okay with me staying the night?” You asked, feeling the nervousness radiating off of him in the confines of the elevator, and his head nodded so fast that you wondered if he was being honest or just trying not to hurt your feelings. “I can sleep on the couch if that would make you more comfortable. I don’t mind, really.” 

The last thing you wanted was for him to be uncomfortable in his own home, and although this was his idea, you wondered if maybe he was second guessing it now that it was truly happening. It’s not like you would be mad about it though, you had only been dating for 2 months, and while most people would have done something like this rather early on in their relationship, you both just wanted to take things slow and enjoy the fun of meeting up for dates and the thrill of just being with each other when time and schedules allowed. It kept the relationship lively and there was always something to look forward to. 

“No, no… It’s not that, seriously.” He ran a hand through his hair as he let out a slightly awkward chuckle. “It’s the guys and… With me being the youngest… I just know they’re going to tease me and… I don’t want them to make you think differently of me, that’s all.” You glanced up at him out of the corner of your eye, his bottom lip was pulled between his teeth and he shuffled his feet as the bell rang out and the doors slid open. 

“A little bit of teasing from the guys won’t alter my judgment. I like you for you…” You reassured him, wrapping your arms around his waist and giving him a squeeze before walking out of the elevator, leading the way even though you didn’t have a single idea as to where you were going. “I’m excited to spend the night… It’s gonna be fun. We can watch movies and play video games and-” Kai stopped in the middle of the hallway, right in front of a door that looked like all the others, but from the inside you could hear music being played loudly and boisterous laughter that you could only assume was coming from Beomgyu considering the other loudest boy was standing right beside you. 

“You think I’ll be able to sneak you past the guys?” His voice was soft, almost like he was worried they’d hear him through the door, but there was a chuckle building in his chest, although you weren’t sure whether it was from the nerves or whether he was trying to be funny. Either way, you shook your head no, the guys seemed to all be in the main room, like they were waiting for your entrance. It’s not like they had never met you before, it’s just that this would be the first time you’ve ever gone to their home. “Right… Guess it’s better to just get it over with.” 

“Like ripping off a bandaid.” You chimed, and you could hear him gulp loudly as he turned the knob on the door and pushed it open. Silence immediately filled the room, and your thoughts were proven correct as four heads lifted up and now eight pairs of eyes laid upon you and Kai as you both walked in. “Hey guys!” You spoke up, and within seconds you and Kai were rushed as the guys ran over to where you stood. 

“Are you guys gonna.. You know…” Beomgyu was the first one of the boys to speak, his eyebrows wiggling to emphasize the suggestive question. You didn’t even have to look at Kai to know that his face was burning up, you could feel it throughout his entire body, the heat radiating off of him like a space heater. 

Yeonjun scoffed, tittering with his hand over his mouth. “How would they? You know that he wouldn’t move his plushies for that. I don’t even know where she’s gonna sleep.” The oldest teased, and the secondhand embarrassment that you were feeling was horrendous, you could only imagine how Kai was feeling being on the receiving end of it. 

“I… I’d move them for her… I was planning on moving them.” He stammered, and it was cute, but also kind of sad to see him so shy, especially knowing that he was usually the loudest one of the guys, aside from Beomgyu. “Can you guys maybe like… Shut up though?” His shoulders shrugged as if the question was more of an offer, like they had a choice, but you were sure that once your overnight visit was over, Kai would let them have it for attempting to humiliate him in front of you. 

“I think guys that collect plushies are adorable, so hush.” You jumped to Kais defense, nuzzling closer to him as you smiled up to your boyfriend who was redder than a tomato at this point. “Do you wanna take me to the room? Maybe I can change into something more comfortable?” You asked, trying to find a reason to get the both of you out of the awkward bubble that the other boys had created. 

Kai was quick to jump on the offer, his arm snaked around your waist and practically dragging you to the bedroom and slamming the door behind him. “Sorry about them….” He muttered, and you could still hear the guys, cheering out in the main room as if something more were about to happen. “I knew they’d be like that… I can move the plushies if you want me to… It’s really not a big deal. I don’t know why they-” 

Your hands cupped his cheeks and you pushed yourself up to press your lips to his, silencing his panicked rambling. “I don’t care what they were saying. They’re like your brothers, they’re going to tease you. That’s what they do.” You assured him, your thumb stroking his cheek, watching the redness fade in his cheeks and then slowly reappear when your thumbs slid across them. “And I wasn’t joking when I said I think it’s cute… So how about… I change, and then you can introduce me to all of your plushies… I can pick my favorite one.” 

The smile that pulled at the corner of his lips had your stomach feeling warm and fuzzy, he was adorable, and you were happy that you could cheer him up and get his mind off the guys at least for now. “Alright, yeah… Just don’t pick my favorite because I don’t think I can share. You can pick any of the other ones though, I’ll even let you take it home to sleep with so you never forget about me.” 

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[meowsequence]

My Signalis experience [part 2]

No Spoilers this time.

I consider myself to be a lucky one because I live with my beloved @tinyflything (check it out btw, you may find few cute kolibris there) with whom we can talk for hours and on any topic. We are different. I always been more interested in global aspects like history of humankind, society and role of an individual in it (you know, the things that are actually very important and defying our lives more then anything else, but are too complicated and contradictory for a single character's arc and therefore nearly extinct from modern media). Ro, on the other hand loves horrors and arthouse and keep giving me valuable insights about deepest corners of a single persons feelings, mind and soul.

You can guess where I'm going with it… Signalis became the first thing we are equally obsessed about in our 10+ years.

After I shared my first experience of Signalis I just had to show it. You know, my beloved is kinda REALLY BAD in video games >_> The usual gameplay routine would be: bolting in random direction, screaming in panic, die, laughing hysterically, respawn, repeat… So we placed another chair by my screen and finally I was ready to return to Signalis.

It was one dusk till dawn 9-hours long session and this time I had a luxury of seeing the Game from additional perspective. First of all, I was listed with EVERY SINGLE reference to Silent Hill, David Lynch and many others, lol. But besides that - many new and interesting for me interpretations. And above all: stop analysing and focus on feelings. Think later as much as you want, but don't miss the only truth of Signalis: everything you felt playing it first time was right.

One thing I'm glad Ro pointed out and I want to point out here is how right Rose-Engine depicted authoritarian society. It's not just oppression, propaganda and nazi-like uniforms… There are enough hints to let us know that even oppressors themselves are not benefiting from such social formation. Wardens are under constant control by other wardens, Stars, sisters in arms, oppressing and physically harassing each other on daily basis and all of them scared of being decommissioned and eliminated the very moment they can't fulfil their functions to full capacity. Some of them however made inner peace with that, like Beo… but somehow that's even worse. We know nearly nothing about the Leaders of the Revolution but rest assured, even they have no freedom and live in constant fear of being brutally smashed and replaced by same machine they currently driving. Society is also a Gestalt - something bigger and very different then just a summary of it's individuals. So thanks again Rose-Engine, for doing this part right. I wish more games and movies focus on this aspect, instead of Star-Wars-like "good people just have to kill all bad people and then everything will be good again", which, I have a strong feeling, is exactly how Eusan Nation started.

[taedeco]

𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬-𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠

Pairing: beomgyu x taehyun Synopsis: Beomgyu and Taehyun, two best friends both majoring in philosophy. Though Beomgyu was initially only taking the major to be close to his friend. He found himself working on one of his essays, growing more frustrated by the minute as it wasn't coming out the way he wanted to. Wanting to ask for help from his roomie, Taehyun, he stumbled upon a sight he never thought he'd see.

Warning(s): cross-dressing, Beomgyu whipped for Taehyun, (very little) cursing Genre: fluff, non-idol au, college au, oneshot

do let me know if I missed any!

Wordcount: 2.8k

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Beomgyu and Taehyun, two best friends both majoring in philosophy and living together in a dorm not too far away from campus.

Beomgyu was initially only taking the major to be close to his friend, but he soon discovered that he actually enjoyed the subject and found himself putting in more effort in his studies than usual.

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They were currently sitting somewhere in the middle of the auditorium, listening to their professor explain the next assignment. Beomgyu had his eyes focused on the powerpoint displaying in front of him when he felt an elbow nudge his side.

"Didn't we already get this exact assignment last semester?" Taehyun asked, slowly turning his head to look at Beomgyu.

Beomgyu looked back, humming in agreement. As Taehyun's attention went back to the powerpoint, the other kept his gaze on him.

He found himself drawn to his best friend, in every way possible. Beomgyu wanted to be close to him, talk to him, and just be near him. Everytime he was around Taehyun, his heart raced a little faster and his face lit up.

He had never truly felt this way about anyone before, but he knew it was something special. Whenever they were together, Beomgyu couldn't help but feel like he belonged with Taehyun, like they were meant to be together.

But despite how much he liked him, Beomgyu had no idea how to tell him. He wasn't sure if Taehyun would even feel the same way or if he'd be scared off by Beomgyu's feelings.

So instead of expressing his feelings, Beomgyu kept them hidden and let himself bask in the presence of the one person who made him feel so alive.

Because to Beomgyu, Taehyun was more than perfect. He had the biggest smile, the prettiest eyes, the kindest personality, the perfect features, everything about him was just right.

Taehyun closing his laptop and packing his bag made Beomgyu turn his head away, how long had he been staring?

"Beom? Aren't you gonna pack too?" Taehyun asked, standing up, waiting for his friend to get ready. "Yes, just a second, i'll be right behind you" Beomgyu hastily gathered his items, following his roomie out the auditorium.

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Beomgyu and Taehyun were walking back to their dorm in comfortable silence. Neither of them felt the need to fill the air with words, content simply to enjoy each other's company. It was a familiar feeling for them both – one that brought a sense of peace and comfort.

As they rounded the corner and came into view of their building, Taehyun stopped. He looked up at the sky and sighed contentedly. "It's so nice to be able to just relax like this after school" he said softly, turning to look at his friend with a smile on his face.

Beomgyu returned the smile. He swore you could hear his heart beating from a mile away because of the way Taehyun looked at him.

It was always like this, all Taehyun had to do was just breathe in Beomgyu's direction and his heart would nearly jump out of his chest.

They entered the dorm room, heading towards their own rooms and putting away their stuff for the day.

"Hey, I'm gonna go make something to eat. You want anything?" Taehyun asked, entering Beomgyu's room.

"No, I'm good for now. I want to finish that assignment, again" he answered. Taehyun chuckled, remembering how Beomgyu struggeled with the same assignment last time.

Taehyun nodded and headed off to the kitchen while Beomgyu put on his headphones and started typing away at his laptop. He soon got into a groove as he focused on his work.

A while later Taehyun had entered Beomgyu's room again, tapping him on his shoulder. Beomgyu turned around and took off his headphones, pausing his music.

"Here you go! I made you some snacks anyway, in case you got hungry." Beomgyu looked up at Taehyun with a smile.

"Thank you, Tyun. I didn't even realize how long I've been working" Taehyun smiled back and set the plate down on the desk before taking a seat next to the other.

Beomgyu's breathing hitched a little as Taehyun sat down, their knees touching softly under his desk. Taehyun's face was so close to his own as he scanned the essay Beomgyu had been working on.

Beomgyu's gaze slowly averted from his screen to his roommate's face, and he couldn't help but feel a calming warmth coming off of him. He felt himself blush as his heart started to race, he looked away quickly, hoping Taehyun hadn't noticed.

Taehyun however, noticed all the little glances and stares from him. He smiled to himself, putting his hand on Beomgyu's leg and gently squeezing it as he continued reading his work.

Taehyun's actions made Beomgyu's breathing stop for a moment. Not wanting to be obvious, he tried to keep his attention off of Taehyun's touch.

"It looks good so far," Taehyun said, finally taking his eyes off the screen. "It's much better than last time even" He chuckled, patting Beomgyu's head as he got up from the chair.

Beomgyu gave him a smile before Taehyun turned around, leaving so his roommate could continue his work.

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Taehyun entered his own room, quietly closing the door behind him. He connected his phone to a speaker in his room, putting his playlist on shuffle. He had been waiting to open the package that was sitting on his bed all this time to make sure Beomgyu would be busy.

Just the other day, Taehyun had been looking at clothes online when he stumbled upon a pink tennis skirt, curiosity sparkling inside of him. He was hesitant at first but added the item to his cart nonetheless.

And now here he was, sitting on his bed with the package in his hand, eager to try it out.

Taehyun carefully opened it, throwing the packaging somewhere on his bedroom floor as he took out the skirt. He felt his heart beating a little faster as he took a good look at the piece of clothing.

He felt a wave of embarrasment as he got up from his bed to change. Slowly slipping the skirt up over his legs, he turned around to look into the mirror next to his bed.

Taehyun adjusted the skirt, his sweater covering almost all of it. He lifted his top slightly so he could see the mini skirt completely.

His cheeks flushed red when he realised he loved it. He turned around to see every angle, dancing a little to the music filling his room, feeling content with the clothing he had bought.

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Finally halfway through his essay, Beomgyu found himself struggeling and getting frustrated. His work wasn't ending up how he wanted it too.

He paused his music, getting up to find Taehyun and ask for help. Entering the living room, he was met with the music Taehyun was playing in his room.

Beomgyu knocked on the door, waiting a moment before knocking again. I guess he doesn't hear it. "Taehyun, I'm coming in" Beomgyu said aloud, trying to alert the other boy of his presence.

Beomgyu pushed the door to Taehyun's room open. "Hey, I need your help with the assignment, I don't kno – "

Beomgyu's eyes widen in surprise, cheeks slowly burning red as he froze in his spot. Holy shit

He wasn't expecting to walk into Taehyun like this. Before him stood his roommate, skirt barely covering half of his tighs. Beomgyu somehow felt himself grow more attracted to the other, if that was even possible.

Taehyun startled and quickly turned around, looking up at Beomgyu, their eyes meeting for a brief moment before he quickly averted his gaze. He blushed, embarrassed by his outfit.

"I... I was just trying something out," he stammered, looking away. "It's nothing."

Beomgyu's heart skipped a beat as he took in the sight of Taehyun. He could hardly believe his eyes, and for a moment all he could do was stare. Finally, he found his voice. "It looks really good on you," he said softly.

Taehyun blushed even brighter, avoiding Beomgyu's stare. "Thanks," he mumbled shyly.

Beomgyu smiled and took a few steps closer to him, gently taking Taehyun's hand in his own. "Don't be embarrassed," he said reassuringly. "You look amazing."

Taehyun's breathing hitched, he looked down at their hands touching. Beomgyu rubbed the younger's hand slowly with his thumb.

Taehyun's heart raced in his chest as he felt the warmth of Beomgyu's touch. He couldn't help but feel drawn to the other, feeling a strange sort of pull towards him that he'd never felt before.

His gaze drifted from their hands to Beomgyu's lips, and suddenly, all Taehyun could think about was how soft and inviting they looked. He wanted nothing more than to lean in and kiss them, but something held him back. He was unable to make a move despite the desire coursing through his veins.

Taehyun's ears were bright red, both from the undeniable tension in the room and the compliments Beomgyu gave him.

A spark lit inside of Taehyun, and now he was the one staring at his friend, taking in his beauty. Admiring the way his hair framed his face perfectly and how his eyes looked at him with such love.

Beomgyu let go of Taehyun's hand as he tried to remember why he came to find Taehyun in the first place.

He scratched his neck, his gaze going over everything in the room except for Taehyun. "I forgot what I needed" Beomgyu chuckled nervously.

"You were saying something about the assignment?" Taehyun tilted his head to the side, slowly swaying his hips with the music. "oh yes, the assignment" Beomgyu shifted in his spot, connecting his eyes with Taehyun's.

The music only becoming muffled background noise as both boys stare at eachother. In this moment, Beomgyu could feel his heart practically beating out of his chest.

The way Taehyun's boba eyes were looking at him, reflection of the light in the room sparkling inside of them, made Beomgyu's heart flutter.

Half of Taehyun's thighs visible and the oversized hoodie he was wearing on top just made him look even more perfect.

Beomgyu wanted to confess right then and there, blurt out the words he'd been longing to say for so long, but he couldn't. He was scared of losing a friendship he held so close to his heart.

It felt like his heart would burst with the effort of containing his feelings. He could only hope that he would find a way to express himself without ruining their friendship.

"So, do you need help with it?" Taehyun asked once he noticed that Beomgyu was lost in his thoughts. His words snapping Beomgyu back to reality as he looked at him confused.

"Sorry, what did you say?" he said once he realised Taehyun was talking to him.

"The essay, do you need help?" Taehyun repeated, chuckling softly. "No I... I can finish it myself," Beomgyu stuttered. "I apologise for interrupting" he finished before quickly turning around, ready to leave the room.

Taehyun grabbed his arm hurriedly. "It's okay, Beomie," He said, smiling reassuringly. "Just... don't tell anyone, please," his voice shaking slightly.

Beomgyu nodded, unable to find words for a moment. "Of course not," he finally said, "I would never." Taehyun released his arm and stepped back, looking away from him.

He watched Beomgyu leave the room before turning back to look in the mirror, he sighed deeply, trying to gather his thoughts. "What the fuck was that"

He sat down on his bed, head in his hands. He had no idea what just happened. His best friend had just found him cross-dressing. And Taehyun didn't mind at all.

He knew he cared for Beomgyu, but he couldn't deny the confusion he was feeling. Was this real? And did he really just want to kiss Beomgyu?

Taehyun felt overwhelmed. He had never experienced anything like this before. His heart was pounding and his mind was racing with thoughts, both good and bad.

It was all too much for him to handle. Taehyun laid back on the bed, he closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths, trying to calm himself down.

He thought about Beomgyu, the way he looked at him with those soft eyes, the warmth of his touch. He couldn't deny that he felt something for the him, but it was all so sudden.

Was it just his head playing with him?

No. This was real. He felt something for Beomgyu, something that had always been there but it was buried so deep, Taehyun had almost forgotten about it.

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Beomgyu entered his own room again, shutting the door behind him and letting himself fall onto his bed. Oh my god. All he could think about was how Taehyun had managed to look so good.

Every single one of the feelings Beomgyu had tried so hard to suppress started resurfacing. It was like a dam bursting open, and all of his emotions were rushing out at once. He wanted to tell Taehyun how he really felt about him.

The moment their hands touched, Beomgyu could swear Taehyun felt it too. His heart raced as he saw the way Taehyun looked at his lips and how his ears turned bright red. Beomgyu knew then that there was a chance — a chance that Taehyun might like him back.

A soft knock was heard on Beomgyu's door. "Beomgyu?," a short silence fell before the boy on the other side continued. "Can i come in?"

Beomgyu sat up quickly before answering. "Yes" his voice sounding panicked.

Beomgyu's heart raced once again as he saw Taehyun standing in the doorway. He couldn't help but notice the way he was looking at him.

He cleared his throat, trying to break the awkward silence that had fallen between them. "Um... hi," Beomgyu said nervously, not sure what else to say.

Taehyun smiled shyly, his eyes never leaving Beomgyu's face. He stepped into the room and closed the door behind him before taking a few steps closer to Beomgyu.

"I know this might be sudden," he began, speaking softly. "But I just need you to know."

Beomgyu felt himself blush as he looked into the other's eyes. He felt something stir inside of him as Taehyun stepped closer, sitting next to him on the bed.

"I was thinking about our... moment just now and," Taehyun stammered, his face growing hotter, not daring to make eye contact. He couldn't believe he was saying these things out loud.

"I'm kind of glad you walked in on me. I know it sounds weird and all but I think I wanted you to see because... because I felt so proud and I wanted you to be proud of me too," Taehyun continued, fidgeting with the edge of the skirt.

Beomgyu took a moment before answering him."And I am proud of you, Taehyun" he replied, placing one hand on Taehyun's cheek and slowly turning his face, making them look at eachother.

"I think I... I like you, Beom" Taehyun blurted out, blushing deeply. He quickly looked away again, embarrassed by what he had just admitted.

Beomgyu's heart skipped a beat. He couldn't believe what he was hearing, but at the same time, it made perfect sense.

Neither of them said anything for a good moment. Taehyun felt his chest tighten as he grew more nervous, scared that, maybe, his words were too sudden.

He quickly got up, wanting to hide away in embarrassment, but before he could place a step Beomgyu's hand took hold of his arm and pulled him back on the bed.

Beomgyu smiled softly and reached out to take Taehyun's hand. Taehyun felt a wave of relief wash over him as Beomgyu's warm touch settled over his hand.

Beomgyu squeezed the other's fingers gently before answering. "Me too, Tyun. I like you too"

Taehyun laughed softly and gently caressed Beomgyu's hand. "I like you too" Beomgyu repeated once again with a smile, brushing a strand of hair away from Taehyun's face.

Beomgyu had known for some time that he had feelings for him, and now here they were, finally being acknowledged and spoken out loud. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, his eyes never leaving Taehyun's.

And he knew then that this was real — that Taehyun truly did have feelings for him too.

Taehyun felt a warmth radiating from Beomgyu's words and couldn't help but smile brightly. He opened his mouth to reply, but before he could get the words out Beomgyu had already leaned in and pressed his lips against Taehyun's in a soft kiss.

Taehyun felt like electricity was running through him as he returned the kiss eagerly, feeling an indescribable happiness that seemed to make all of his worries melt away.

When they finally pulled apart, Beomgyu smiled at him softly.

"Be mine?" Beomgyu asked. Taehyun gasped softly before nodding his head, smiling brightly at the boy in front of him.

"Yes, absolutely" Taehyun said, feeling overwhelmed by the emotion coursing through him. Beomgyu grinned, taking Taehyun's hands and placing a soft kiss on them.

Beomgyu leaned forward to press his forehead against Taehyun's. The two of them stayed there for a few moments, just enjoying being close to each other, in the warmth of their new relationship.

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note: reference to this video at the end c:

eee first story is finally out!! This took me quite a while to write so I do hope you enjoy reading it ^^

I had fun writing this so I will definitely be writing more stories in the future, any feedback is welcome!!

Thank you for reading, have a lovely day ♡

[aria-i-adagio]

WIP of the week

I don't think I was tagged, but eh. tagging: @atypicalacademic, @hoochieblues, @motherofqups, @niffty24, and as always anyone who wants an excuse to post something. (Tag me back!)

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Evyn let the children lead the game, only adding something to their story in miniature when prompted and noting sadly, that much of the play was building and rebuilding walls, and tucking the motley collection of little wooden and metal figurines—one originally belonged to Beo—into corners. The runner up was sending a noble knight out on brave but doomed mission to save his lady love. He stayed in the floor until the older girls had come and pulled the little ones away from the toys to wash their faces and hands before dinner. One started to kneel down to help him pick up, but he waved her off and carefully put the little people back to bed in their shallow box. Tuck them in safe, all warm for the night. Birgitta taught him that little ritual incantation when he was a little child, and she seemed much, much older than he was, because six years was still a lifetime or more for him then. All of them, except that oldest one of Beo’s, which was older than Evyn was now. That soldier he tucked away safe and sound—as safe as he could be—in a fold of his sleeve. He grabbed the cold stones of the hearth behind him to steady himself as he got to his feet, wincing from the lingering bruises. Sindre was hovering in the door, arms folded over his chest, and dark circles under his eyes. He didn’t sleep any better than Evyn did, and if Evyn’s nightmares were as loud for Sindre as his own brooding thoughts were for Evyn, it would be a wonder if he ever slept at all.

[localwebslingers]

@iobartach asked: (tasm!peter) “No more today, you’re at your limit.” + “You’re starting to ramble, you need rest.”

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"Don't tell me you thought I only rambled when I was tired all this time. I've got some really bad news for you, that's kind of the default setting I have." Peter let his legs give out so he could drop down and sit,even if it was only beoing to be for a moment to catch his breath again. His throat was dry, he was hungry, and tired, and all he could do was look up at Miguel and breath a short laugh, "Isn't that what half of us do anyways? Ramble and push ourselves to whatever we think the limit is but keep going anyways?" because if there was trouble and Spider-Man didn't get up to do something about it, no one else would.

At least not in his universe, he'd heard of other heroes and vigilantes in other universes. Remembered first hearing about the Avengers, and later about people like the X-Men, or the Defenders, even just names of individuals who seemed to help shoulder keeping their homes safe. Not here. Here it was just Spider-Man, it was just Peter running around trying to put all the fires out. Make sure that New York was going to be alright the next day, and the next one, and the next one...

So yeah, he was exhausted, and at his limit, and he took a few breaths and moved to get up again anyways, "You going to tell me you came all the way to my corner of the multiverse just to check on me? Because I'm going to start feeling flattered, and then I'll really start getting annoying."

[bapufishing]

Some Shoppe drabbles~

Fionn & Beo

Glinting, turquoise eyes followed the length of the viera standing rock still at the end of the bar; from his steel toed boots to the tips of his crimson, floppy ears. It was rare to see viera with ears like his own - Fionn couldn't help himself looking.

"They say it's rude to show up and not order anything," he called out eventually, and watched as the carrot-topped viera's stern expression faltered in confusion to the source of the noise.

When finally the viera caught his unapologetic gaze, Fionn lifted his drink in salute, a small smile on his lips.

"I can fix that for you."

The viera's ears pulled back a little.

"I couldn't. I'm on duty."

The armor getup made sense then. But who would need a mercenary at such a harmless hole in the wall bar? Fionn had been to much, much worse bars.

"Oh, sure," he drawled. "Hope they're paying you enough for the privilege to stand there then."

The viera made no reply as Fionn returned to his drink, but he could feel the eyes on him. Maybe it was rare for him to see floppy-eared rava like himself too...not to mention any male viera at all. Fionn was a long way from the Wood out here, in both time and distance. He often mused upon the lives of other vieras he'd spy in the cities now and then, curious as to their stories, their hardships, their own demons they each had to contend with now. Growing in number these days. His people...steadfast, cruel...he did not think their way of life was long for this world.

That was the way he'd always thought, a defiance that kept him going ever since he was a kit - so long ago now.

He did not see the gloved fingers reaching for his face, until he felt them rough on his brow, sweeping his hair to the side. He jerked, heat rushing to his face.

The carrot-top was standing so casually, the back of his knuckles at Fionn's cheekbone - how did he not hear him approach all the way from the door with his chunked up armor-

"Your marking," he explained, hesitant but not stuttering. Steady, murmuring voice. "I'm...same green."

Fionn saw it now, in the glowing candlelight from the bar, a familiar marking and colour: a banner-like pattern under the eye that pointed down to a point at the corner of the mouth, intricate geometric vines dotted with simplified flowers...and an afterthought on the bridge of the nose, an empty triangle. His heart slowed as he stared, like looking in...looking in a mirror.

Numb fingers reached up and gently grasped round the wrist of the other's glove, something to hold on to as something heavy dropped in his chest.

"How old are you?" Fionn asked, almost under his breath.

His question was met with a quick exhale and much blinking, he'd startled the viera out of his reverie. "How old? What a question." His hand relaxed in Fionn's hold, the fingers dropping the hair, and finally a smile was reaching his lips. "Much, I suppose."

Fionn remembered his mentor. A severe, dark-haired rava who had swept through the village like an oncoming storm, wordless and rumbling and unstoppable.

He had looked so big to him then, so impossible. The day his marking had healed was the day Fionn ran away from him; too young, too cowardly. He would do his best to cast his mind back now, to remember the rava in front of him from before, the red-haired kit from his clan.

"And your name?"

"Beo, now. Beo An'tine."

Fionn could feel flashes of heat from it, like a fire escaping the sparks in the grass and rushing up the trees, consuming the acres in light and ash.

"Fionn Soleil," he replied, a name of the dawns he adored so much, the burning sun.

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P'apapu Returns Home

It was the sea air that she missed. Just hearing the low groans of the ship and the rush of the waves, breathing deep the brisk air - already it was filling a hollow space in her heart she hadn't realised had grown there.

The rough sands of Ul'dah were exciting and warm, and as a Miqo'te, of course P'apapu had taken to it gladly, but the air...too dry, too stuffy. Too many people shouting. Not enough singing about freedom.

"I won't deny it, you sure look much grown these days," said a kind, gravelly voice. P'apapu loosened her grip on the rail, glancing over her shoulder, the wind picking up one of her braids.

Back in the old days, her father would hum tunes everyday when he fileted the morning's salty catches, ditties about the depths of the ocean, the cliffs, the unreachable skies, and dear Papu would sit on the grass in the sun, listening and learning. Now he sat, surrounded by satchels aplenty, returning at long last once again to port, this time a richer Lalafell.

"I always look grown to you, Pa," she grinned, a smile that's always reached her eyes despite everything.

"Bah, I mean it," he replied, waggling the fishing rod in his hand in her direction. An old one, for old time's sake, in case the ship made stops along the way.

"Your shoulders are squarer," he observed, "And the heirs you carry yourself with..." his eyes softened as the Miqo’te came to sit beside him. "It's quite remarkable," he finished quietly.

P'apapu met his gaze with love of her own; relief, mixed with contentment, tinged with sadness. Looking at him now, the growing splotchy freckles on his face and the grey in his eyes - her adventuring felt incredibly long, and her stint in with the Ul'dan brass blades even longer.

"I'm sorry that Ma isn't coming back with us," she replied.

Bapu Bapu put his hand over hers, and squeezed it.

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The docks were not quite what she remembered - new faces almost everywhere, and new systems to follow. But other changes came from inside, like how she felt no fear striding past the "nun's association" building anymore, and didn't feel awkward in the least as Bapu reingratiated himself with the fishing guild on the way up to their transport, talking miles a minute about the business of mackerel trade and refrigeration in warmer climates.

A noticeboard hammered to the wall outside the guild kept her occupied as he talked, interesting bright flyers of all sorts. Perhaps there was something there that would help her now she was so untethered - a new job, or a quick quest. One flyer in particular had an adorable ship anchor motif and was looking for artisans of all kinds...perhaps she could pick up seamstressing again, the hobby that she'd dismissed as superfluous back then, brush off her rusty crafter skills.

It said it was called Shoppe and was based in Mist, a place she'd heard was built for adventurers only. It wouldn't be hard to fit in.

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Apothecary Office - Meris

The sun was setting a glorious firey orange when Meris began to pack up for the day. Since relocating her business to the Shoppe, her client base had dropped significantly, but she'd found that she hadn't minded it. Less clients meant less chances for idiotic requests such as love potions, and more time for her own research and experiments.

Her current project, the reactions of yellow ginseng when infused with various elemental shards, took up almost all available flat surfaces, and so she took her time carefully packing clinking glass back into their neat trays. The light from her candles danced on the glass, and each flittering shimmer brought with it a familiar, rising feeling in her chest, a feeling of urgency, a feeling that she shouldn't be here any longer.

She hadn't heard the door shift open, but she did see the small shadow obstructing the sunrays from the open patio.

"Ahem, hem," came a soft clearing of the throat, and Meris turned to find her tiny confidante of late waiting politely, her two tufts of pigtails neatly adorned with the usual bows.

"Oh, hello dear Nuggie."

The lalafell's gaze darted around the office, her hands tugging the hem of her shirt. Perhaps she was uncomfortable never having visited the apothecary office before.

"I was informed by someone that you are adept at the art of alchemy," she spoke clearly, despite that.

Ah, alchemy. Yes. That was what Meris was there for, at present, in this moment. The certain someone was Tha'ella, Nuggie informed her with a grimace, and she made a mental note to thank the other viera later as she strode to the table on the patio.

"You seem displeased at that," she mentioned. Nuggie followed her over, still keeping some distance.

"I like doing things on my own merits," the lalafell said carefully. "I am at an empasse at this moment."

"Ah," Meris replied warmly. "Here. I'll make us some tea."

There was still some tea in the pot; she always had enough to last her a day of work, a recent habit of the last several years since leaving the wood. With a flutter of her fingers, she willed the aether-charged heat of fire into her palm, warmth rushing down her arm into the tip of her forefinger. She pressed it to the base of the pot, and the heat spread through it, warming the tea, the gentle red glow of her finger not so obvious in the light of sunset.

The lalafell only sat at the table when Meris poured her a steaming cup, a proper teacup on its saucer. She pushed scrolls of her research out of the way to set the ornate plate of cookies on the tablecloth closer to Nuggie, and then sat to pour her own cup.

Meris didn't notice the other sniff her teacup first before sipping a taste.

"This is good tea...where did you acquire it?" Nuggie asked.

Meris hummed, putting the pot down with a clink. "It would have been...from across Thanalan way. A large batch from some time ago..."

She held her own cup in her hands, tapping its sides and contemplating its contents, her worker fingertips unbothered by the heat. Thanalan...she hadn't been down that way in a while, and the leaves supply was running thinner now. The steam warmed her face as she thought, should she go down there again? Perhaps again to the Gladiator Guild, the Adventurer's Guild-

"...I was hoping you would assist me with something."

-the glint of adventurer swords clashing in her dreams was still fresh in her mind, the metallic sounds of moving in armour. Those dreams hadn't happened in years and yet she still remembered them vividly, heavy greaves on legs that felt slightly shorter than hers, packing down sand, red like Ul'dahin sand, a dry heat, a smell of spice. And then the smell of salt water, the icy spray of waves. When did it change, when the dreams became less frequent, but the ache in her chest grew stronger? Why was it harder to grasp threads, like fading inked posters, but the urgency-

"Hmm. That won't do at all."

Meris blinked. Nuggie was peering at her.

"Oh. Yes," Meris replied. "What was it you were saying?"

"You are troubled." Nuggie shook her head. "From one artisan to another, we both know the creative process can be hindered when one's focus is on something else."

The lalafell took a sip, in semblance to that of a punctuation mark. Meris had always thought the lalafell rather remarkably poised and graceful.

She sighed, dropping her shoulders. "Ah, you're not wrong. Forgive me, Nuggie, I have been in my thoughts today."

The lalafell reached out a hand for hers.

"Please, call me Milificent," she replied, "or...Mel. Nugget is my street name."

"Street...why- why did they...?"

As the sun sank into the sea, Mel divulged a secret, and in turn Meris divulged some of her own, and plans and promises were made towards another visit to Ul'dah. After all, the tea was in need of restocking.

[not-that-dillinger]

I posted 894 times in 2022

That's 894 more posts than 2021!

19 posts created (2%)

875 posts reblogged (98%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@alanbradleyofficial

@rpmemes-galore

@occupationallyhazardous

@systemadministratorclu

@munich-live

I tagged 256 of my posts in 2022

#ask meme - 95 posts

#rp meme - 95 posts

#rp - 69 posts

#yes!!! - 3 posts

#thanks for the ask! - 3 posts

#directory post - 2 posts

#sorry for the hiatus - 2 posts

#starter meme - 2 posts

#sentence starters - 2 posts

#but leaning toward yes because sam needs a hug and also making sam deal with it would be kinda hilariously awkward. - 2 posts

Longest Tag: 122 characters

#also: roy making popcorn on the stove is... yes! (mun's opinion that stove top is the superior method for making popcorn!)

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

“You’re really close…”

To be honest Mel doesn’t know how she even got stuck here in the first place with her co-worker

Ed nearly jumped out of his skin at the voice in the dark. He hadn't realized that someone else was in the closet with him. He thought he recognized the voice as belonging to one of the interns (not one of his)... Mel, wasn't that her name?

"Sorry," he said, trying his best to squish himself further into the opposite corner.

They needed to get out of here before anyone discovered them in a storage closet, because then there would be accusations (things he'd never do...) and... No. He didn't need that, not when Sam already had so many reasons to want to fire him as it was... He half wondered if this was another of Sam's pranks. He wouldn't have been surprised if Sam had seen him walk into the storage closet and locked him inside, and wouldn't that be cosmic irony, since the point of locking himself in here in the first place was so that he could have his post-meeting panic attack without anyone finding him, especially the new CEO.

"I didn't realize anyone else was in here... Who are you?"

33 notes - Posted November 25, 2022

#4

[🔪:] Alan stared at Ed, his face pale. He staggered backwards, jot sure if he should call the police or try and hear the younger programmer out. His hands trembled, and he could hear his heart thrumming in his head.

He should've screamed. He should've called for help. Instead he stared into Ed's eyes, desperate for an answer.

"Why?"

[From the "send 🔪 to encounter my muse after they've just killed someone" meme. Doesn't need to be a thread if you dont want it to be, I just thought the angst would be spicey]

Ed stared at the corpse. He felt... nothing. Not... vindication, not anger, not grief or... anything.

His eyes flicked first toward the child backing away down the alley into the dark street, curly blonde hair sticking out from under a plastic viking helmet. Ed dropped the shard of glass that had been digging into his hand. He didn't even remember picking it up, but there were several other bottles littering the street, so he must have grabbed one.

Was that his blood or...

The glass shattered loudly in the too silent street.

"Beo, I..." Ed started weakly. He'd promised both of them he would never expose Beo to violence. Not after everything e'd already endured.

The child turned and ran, disappearing into the dark.

Ed didn't dare chase after Beowulf. E wasn't safe with him anymore. He had no right to take care of Petra's child after what he'd done.

Ed sank to the ground, his body aching from the abuse he'd endured in the fight. He wasn't a fighter, he had no experience or training in martial arts or street fighting, but when he'd seem that man, drunk and pinning Beo to the wall with a predatory look in his eyes, when he heard the things he said he'd do... Ed snapped.

Ed could feel the gash in his side, his shirt sticky-hot and plastered to his side. That would need stitches, if not surgery.

The state was going to take custody of Beo since Ed was clearly violent and unfit to take care of a child. Or at the very least while the investigation was going on.

He turned to Alan, finally registering that he was there. He knew he could trust Alan to take care of Beowulf, even if he hated the idea of burdening Alan with a kid he probably didn't want. He turned to him with a desperate look on his face. "Please... Look after Beowulf for me. E has no other place to go right now..."

107 notes - Posted October 21, 2022

#3

send 🫂 to hold my muse while they have a panic attack.

(Found this in your archive and figured this is something my Clu might be pretty good at.)

The voicemail had been slowly gnawing a hole in Ed's mind all week, begging to be opened. The number was a dead giveaway he should have deleted it without listening to it the moment he got it, but of course he didn't. He hadn't seen that number in a decade, or heard the voice of it's owner in just as long, but he still knew it like the back of his hand.

His father's number.

It had come at the worst of times, when he and his team should have been focusing on finalizing the software for the deadline that Friday, except he couldn't stop thinking about the voicemail, couldn't focus on anything, and the rest of his team decided the week of a critical deadline was a good week to start infighting again.

He finally opened it that morning—Friday morning—resigned that he wasn't going to get anything done until he found out it was nothing or spent the day panicking over whatever his father decided was important enough to break a restraining order for.

Except that before he could process what had been said, Mackey showed up at his office demanding updates that Ed didn't have, and the vague threat that he'd "better have something ready to show the board tonight."

By some miracle, they had something to show the board by that evening, even if it was still full of bugs and nothing near where Ed would have liked.

By what could only have been cosmic irony, Ed didn't get a chance to show the board their software. Despite that, the meeting went about as well as Ed expected it to if he had, in the sense that he'd fallen through the thin ice he never seemed to be able to get off of.

He went for a walk after the meeting, knowing that going home was a bad idea, but not having anywhere else to go. He found himself at the old arcade, staring at it from across the street. It took him a moment to realize the door was open. A likely harmless mystery was as good a distraction as any, so he crossed the street, and slipped inside.

It didn't take him long to find Flynn's secret basement lab, or for him to find himself inside the computer (because that was absolutely Dr. Baines's digitization laser he'd shot himself with).

It didn't take them long to find him.

They took his clothes, then his glasses, and forced him in a skin-tight glowing suit.

Then they forced him into a cell with a view of... from what he could barely make out with his blurry vision, and what he could hear of the announcer over the sound of muffled screams from down the hall, were some sort of cyberpunk gladiatorial games. He had no idea if he would take the place of the person screaming down the hall, or one of the contestants, and would have preferred not to find out, but his brain finally decided that processing Father's voicemail and the fallout of the catastrophic board meeting was the better distraction from his current predicament.

He crumpled to the floor in a corner, feeling like someone was standing on his chest, his entire body shaking, and unable to draw breath into his lungs.

It took him a moment to process the sensation of strong arms around his waist, and his body cushioned in someone's lap.

He hadn't realized he wasn't alone in the cell. Had he been able to think clearly, he might have wondered if the stranger was there when they threw Ed in, or if they threw the stranger into the cell while Ed was panicking.

145 notes - Posted November 8, 2022

#2

From the send me a prompt for one muse to find the other in the following situation meme

( feverish ) : suffering from a high fever and severely ill

Sam, Alan, or Dyson is (are?) sick because unfortunately I'm indecisive (I'm sorry)

@occupationallyhazardous

Truth be told, Ed wasn't entirely certain how he got into the current situation, except that he had. He wasn't even entirely certain what the situation was, if he was honest, and he didn't want to think about the only conclusion that made sense in this situation.

He should have been back at home, enjoying the evening being trounced at Mario Kart on the Wii by Beo. Except he'd said something wrong (he wasn't entirely sure what; he hadn't yet had time to reflect on anything that had happened ) and Beo bolted out the door.

Ed chased em to Flynn's old arcade (no surprise that Beo had managed to break in, e'd picked the lock on Ed's front door enough times before he adopted em), and down into the secret laboratory in the basement (no surprise there, either... either that Flynn had said secret basement lab, or that Beowulf somehow managed to find it). Beo had immediately been intrigued by the literal desktop computer with the running timer. Ed had been shocked at seeing that desk, since he'd seen it precisely once before when he was four. He hadn't realized what Beo was doing (remind him why he thought teaching Beowulf coding was a good idea, again?) until he heard the laser power up behind him (dear god, Flynn, why the hell was there a Laser pointed directly at the desk chair?), and by then it was too late.

They were met almost immediately by Flynn (He was in hell, wasn't he? That's what this place was, a special circle of hell, just for him), wearing a long flowing robe with a glowing yellow pattern on it, and a compliment of soldiers in suits with glowing red lines.

Long story short, he told Beo to run, and tried to hold them off. They captured him, he escaped Flynn and the terrifying other that sounded suspiciously like Alan (This is revenge for that time his father kidnapped Alan, wasn't it?), and made his way to the barren snowy wasteland outside the city. He stumbled into a cavern he'd managed to find to hide in, and nearly stumbled over what he at first assumed was a dead body.

He shrieked, but then realized the person had faintly glowing red lines on his suit, and when he reached down to feel for a pulse, the body was hot. Feverishly hot.

"S—sorry," he stuttered, exhausted and precariously staving off the oncoming panic by the need to locate Beowulf and make sure e was safe.

Ed's first instinct was to leave. If this was one of Flynn's minions, then he should leave before he was either murdered or brought back to Flynn for more death games. (What the hell, Flynn? What made you think that emulating the Roman Empire was a good idea?)

If Ed left, he would surely die.

(Damn it, he couldn't leave without Flynn finding him; and he had nowhere to go. Damn it, he couldn't just let a stranger die. Ed didn't even know for certain if he was one of Flynn's minions.)

157 notes - Posted October 8, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

[Sanctuary: receiver pulls sender into their house to protect them from an impending danger/storm] Your choice between Alan or Sam

Ed barely beat the storm on his way home from the board meeting. The storm was one of those storms that just randomly popped up off the coast as if out of nowhere on occasion. He tossed his coat on a hanger in the closet and wandered to the kitchen to scrounge something up for dinner, still thinking about the meeting.

The board meeting was... tedious. That had been the fourth board meeting since Sam took over as CEO, and Ed still knew neither what the new dynamic within the board was, nor what role he was supposed to play.

What he did know, was he was on thin fucking ice with the board again. That was fine. He'd dealt with it before, and he'd do it again.

And that Sam only seemed to listen to Alan, which only seemed to frustrate everyone else.

Ed glanced out the window across the living room, and caught glimpse of a lone figure across the street, looking much like a phantom shrouded in fog from the heavy rain.

Speak of the devil.

What the hell was Alan doing out in a storm like this? Ed could barely see him across the street, and with those glasses he wore, it was a wonder he had any clue where he was going.

Before Ed could think about what he was doing, he was out the door, not bothering with a rain coat.

"Alan!" he called, barely pausing long enough to make sure the road was clear before sprinting across to Alan.

He caught up to Alan, and gripped his arm lightly.

"Hey, Alan," he said. "this weather's pretty bad. My house is across the street, how about you come inside?"

395 notes - Posted September 15, 2022

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[stayarmytinyzenmoa-l]

Kinda bored rn on campus so anyway if y'all are curious here's an excerpt from a novel I'm never going to publish! (Under the cut of course)

Daniel unlocked the door to the apartment, Diana, Shaun, and Florence following close behind.

"Al?" Daniel calls out first. "Beck?" There's no response. Daniel only rolls his eyes and hands Shaun the duffle bag he'd been carrying around.

"You'll both be safe here, they're really good friends of ours," Diana reassures them.

Diana and I have to handle something with White Chapel first, stay here." He says, pointing a gloved hand at Shaun and Florence. They nod their heads as Daniel and Diana leave, shutting and locking the door behind them.

"Gee, they're not even going to introduce us?" Florence huffs while they adjust their jacket.

"Daniel's a man of many things, but introductions apparently isn't one of them," Shaun says.

There's a crash heard down the hall and, a blond man runs out. He looks between them both and points to Florence with the loofa in his hand.

"Florence?" He asks. They nod. "So you're Shaun," he points to their companion, who also nods. "Cool, Dan told me all about you two. I'm Alfred Jones, uh... my roommate Rebecca is back there, we're just..."

"Jones!" A shrill voice came down the hall. Assumably belonging to Rebecca.

"Hold on! Daniel's friends are here!" He calls back.

"Shit, already?!" She tumbles out of the bathroom to greet them. "Did we just miss them?"

"Yeah, they just left," Florence answers. Rebecca groans.

"Shit, great, we needed Diana, her dog's acting up again," Rebecca shakes her head with annoyance.

"We can handle Beo," Al crosses his arms. "I'll hold him down, and you scrub."

"This is why I always tell you not to leave bath day for a full moon, Jones."

"Okay, well, you know what? I've been busy!"

"With fucking baseball practice, would it kill you to wash a dog for half an hour?!" The two continue to argue, leaving Florence and Shaun in an awkward position. Behind them, just down the hall, a third person exits the bathroom. He looks at the mirror at the end of the hall, turning his head side to side to observe himself. He flashes his teeth and gasps before turning over to the group at the end of the hall. He approaches slowly, walking right past them and to the kitchen.

"Is he naked?" Florence asks. Shaun looks over the counter.

"I pray for whoever gets boned by that," Shaun whistles.

"Shit, I wouldn't mind," Florence's eyes look over his toned body.

"Hey, who's your friend over there?" Shaun asks. Alfred and Rebecca turn over to the kitchen, where the brunette man had a raw steak in between his teeth.

"Beo!" Rebecca shouts.

"That's nasty, dude, spit it out!" Alfred scolds. Beo growls.

"Wait, that's Diana's dog?!" Florence shouts.

"He's a were-man!" Rebecca explains as Alfred launches towards Beo, hands ready to grab him. Beo ducks out of the way, running off towards the hall.

"What the fuck is a were-man?!" Shaun shouts.

"It's a wolf that turns into a man during full moons, come on, use your head!" Rebecca yells. "Corner him back in the bathroom!"

"I'm trying! Some help would be nice!" Alfred calls. Rebecca turns to Florence.

"You, you call Diana, tell her that Beo's acting up, he hates baths," Rebecca says. Her eyes glow orange for a moment before taking a deep breath. "This is why I like cats more," she walks down the hall.

[murderoushagthesequel]

so i had an idea this morning and it is now all of your problems, your welcome it's wonderful.

regulus. as a holland lop animagus. it's perfect, they're adorable and prissy and needy and spoiled little brats. and they're also really sweet and cuddly and will bite you if you don't pet them enough.

he's so spoiled by james who makes him homemade salads and feeds him far too many strawberries and bananas and he has his own room in their house.

james wanted to call his carrots and regulus hates it but he offered everybody 50 galleons (the equivalent of about $3000 or €2730) to go along with it so now he is called carrots. honorable mentions include socrates from remus and stabbers from barty.

when they're in school regulus would wake barty up in the middle of the night with zoomies and face licks because he needs attention.

he also loafs on james' chest and they both absolutely love it. *insert vivian's incorrect quote about reg getting attention and then transforming back to a human so he can get a kiss*

he also gives so many tooth purrs when he gets pets :))))

around anybody other than james and pandora hes more like the killer rabbit from monty python, snowball from secret life of pets, or angel from mlp

also credit to @canyouhearmyfear & @where-is-vivian for like half of these headcanons lol

anyway this is my new favorite idea and i'm obsessed with it and i'm giggling and smiling and stimming

[sansang]

I apologize for the person I’ll become when hao’s solo drops 🤠

[cavaliant]

@galdrgraced | DATE TIME

“Hey, boss. Ya wanna head out together and get somethin’ to eat and drink? I can even punch things for your entertainment, if ya want.”

[lathrine]

the only good thing abt my year-long stint in an INCREDIBLY high-pressure amazon warehouse is that nothing phases me in the work place anymore.

even my most stressful retail days are hand over fist better than my GOOD days at amazon. 

[heliosthegriffin]

Being more assertive

“Jaune.” Pyrrha said to him, as she forced him into a corner. “It’s time talked a bit.

Wide-eyed and oblivious Jaune stares at his partner confused. “About what?”

“About your assertiveness. You let people walk over you, and do nothing about it! I’m tired of that. So, I want you to start being more dominate!”

“Dominate?” Jaune ask tilting his head.

Pyrrha rest a hand on her head. “Yes, Jaune. Dominate, assertive, in control, so on and so forth. I need you, for the team of course, haha, to be in more control of your life, so that we, our team doesn’t project a weak image. If we follow someone who lets himself get walk on by everybody, what’s that going to say about Team JNPR?”

Jaune opened his mouth, but then closed it, pursing his lips pensively. He sighs, scratching the back of his head. 

“Sorry, Pyr. It’s just hard sometimes, you know? I mean, how am I suppose to be in control when it feels like anybody could come along and say, ‘Why are you following a loser who can’t even fight,’ say I’m not fit to be here? What if nobody listens to me then? How can I get people to work with me, if they don’t respect me?”

Pyrrha lays a hand on Jaune’s shoulder, gently rubbing it. “Don’t think like that Jaune.” She shakes her head. “It’s not like that, strength, combat ability, talent, or semblance, aren’t what define a leader, Jaune. It’s more than that, there’s more to respect a person than how they fight, you could be the best combatant in the world, but a pathetic leader. Being a leader is about confidence, a cool-head, a smidge of empathy, knowing how to bring the best out of people.”

Pyrrha looks Jaune in the eyes, a bold smile on her lips, all teeth. “Traits that I all know you have, just waiting to be brought out, traits I’ve seen before and that you’ll master.” She says making sure to punctuate her words with a strong poke to Jaune’s chest.

A light flush cut across Jaunes cheeks and nose, suddenly feeling a little embarrassed.

Pyrrha watching Jaune’s face had to fight the urge to go wobble in the knees at his cute face.

Then Jaune looked back at Pyrrha, a question in his voice, and his eyes large and curious. “So how do you do it Pyrrha? How do you look so in control all the time.” He asked reverently.

It was Pyrrha turn to feel embarrassed this time, the sheer awe in Jaune’s voice made a her feel warm and hyper-aware of their closeness.

She fought off the feelings and looked Jaune in the eyes. “It’s really an act, actually.”

“An act? Like you pretend to be confident?”

Pyrrha swallowed. “Yeah, it’s like a mask I put on. When I go out and fight, I don’t go out there thinking ‘I’m going to lose and everybody is going to hate me.’ No thinking like that make’s you lose before you even try. Even if I’m nervous and scared, I don’t show it. Part of the reason people don’t respect you is you wear how you feel on your sleeve, people know your scared you fight them, and they press that and make you slip up.”

Jaune felt a light-bulb go off in his head. “If you act confident, people will think you’re confident. It’s not about what I feel, it’s about what I show people!”

Pyrrha clapped her hands together, a smile on her cheeks. “Exactly, that said you don’t have to keep it up all the time. It’s a like mask you slip on and off. Everybody has a mask they put on. People like Yang, Weiss, and I, all have masks we wear.”

Jaune looked amazed, but unbelieving. Wonder how Yang or Weiss, could ever be anything less than powerful or in control. “I almost don’t believe you, but, I guess they’re just people too, aren’t they?” 

 Pyrrha nods her head. “Yes, they are, but they seem bigger than life, because they act better than life. Though, it’s also only one half of the equation.” “What’s the other half?”

Pyrrha prowled forth, taking long, powerful steps with controlled swings of her body, making Jaune feels smaller than he’d ever felt before in front of Pyrrha. As she loomed over him and put her hand to his chest, she whispered. “Body Language.” A lightly pushed him, but he stumbled back in shock into the wall.

“You can act as confidently as you want, but if you don’t back it up with how you look, you will be called out.”

“Wow. Can you teach me?”

Pyrrha gave him a toothy grin. “I can arrange that.”

-----Two Hour’s later-----

“I think I’m getting it, Pyr!” Jaune said happily, looking more confident than Pyrrha had ever seen him.

“Then show me.” Pyrrha said.

Jaune scratched the back of his head in a slow, deliberate fashion, once again reminding Pyrrha that he absorbed knowledge like sponge absorbed water. He was already incorporating her lesson unwittingly. The idea sent tingles of excitement across her body.

“Alright, I guess I’ll try-, I mean I’ll show you. I’ll prove that I’m not a waste of time.” Jaune said catching his less confident speaking habit, it made Pyrrha want to reach out and comfort him. But she stayed her hand and watched Jaune.

It then happened without warning, as the entire atmosphere surrounding Jaune disappeared, his naturally warm and welcoming aura was gone. 

The air grew cold, and the shadow around they seemed to lengthen, as a new aura took form around Jaune, creating something, a very cold, oppressive, and dominating air was molded around Jaune.

Pyrrha started shivering uncontrollably, and felt a dark pit rise in her stomach, as Jaune looked at her his eyes blank and unfeeling, his normally warm blue eyes that carried love like a sun lets out light were replaced by eyes that carried the deep, unfathomable depths of the oceans, carrying storms and weight to crush any man under it’s pressure.

His face was schooled into a blank mask, showing no emotion, none at all, save, but the slightest of smirks, carrying the barest amount of pride. As though he knew something that Pyrrha didn’t, something dangerous and game-changing. What did he know? What didn’t he know?! Did he know how she felt!?

Jaune’s weak posture was gone, changed into a controlled stance, that was relaxed but capable of spring into action at the slightest instance. The difference was enough to feel like whiplash to Pyrrha, ask though watching a puppy turn into a Beo-Wolf.

Then he moved. He wasn’t much fast, no, but the way he moved had changed entirely. Instead of walking around like a very careful bull in a china-ship, he had switched instead to moving as though the world was made for him to walk upon, as though he was the king, and the world was his.

His movements were aggressive, but controlled, calm and sharp, like a storm in a bottle waiting to be uncorked. Jaune wasn’t looking for a fight, but he looked ready and eager.

Jaune stalked forth to Pyrrha, making the girl feel small, her knee’s feeling weak and powerless. She felt the power in her legs leave her, and she feel against the wall, catching herself as she slid down.

A large calloused hand caught her shoulder and pinned her to the wall, as Jaune stared down at her, his form dwarfing her own, a shadow casting down over her face as his deep blue eyes seemed to stare right though her. Pyrrha blush and tried to speak, but no words came out, beside. “Please, be gentle.”

Then Jaune carefully swept a piece of hair off her face, leaning down into her ear whispering in a deep, throaty tone. “Thanks for the lesson, Pyrrha, I hope I met your expectations.”

Pyrrha felt her heart hit a million mile’s per hour, her blood catch fire, and the desperate need for the man in front of her. The stimulus was too much for her though, and she slid to the ground in a blushing, stuttering, unconsciousness mess. 

“Huh, I wonder what I did?” Jaune said still wearing his confident mask, pickup up Pyrrha, and walking back to the room, unaware of the effects his new confidence would cause through the night.

AN: Sorry, for the lack of content recently feeling a dull, uncreative and a bit procrastination.