#comp made everything look so beautiful

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

It's Valentine day, and some fan service when Crewel daughter lost a bet and wearing a bunny outfit that hugs her curvs bit too well ( think of Jessica Rabbit level of sexy ) and all confident of her body as she sings on stage for them

All the boys reaction seeing both display and the show

I'm not doing all of them

🖤🖤🖤🖤

Valentines Performance | Yandere TWST x Crewel Daughter Reader

First and foremost Crewel’s daughter never loses a bet

But charity does look good on her record so she’d do it

Heck you might even suggest it

“What? I know from my head to my toes that I’m practically irresistible. Of course you’d want me to be the main performance.”

You wouldn’t do it for just some boys wishing to ogle you for their own desires

That would be of no benefit to you

In fact, you’d force Crowley to pay

Who in turn forces your admirers to cough up a significant amount

But if you’re going to go through the trouble of dressing up and performing it will be for a good cause and for a good paycheck

So many lonely, sad people on such a day is something a princess shouldn’t ignore

If you have curves than great but even without you’re just as alluring 

But like everything you do it has the boys drooling:

Azul Ashengrotto

He was proud to be apart of the latest cashgrab charity that the school was fundraising

And he was even happier to call upon you under that pretense

Its been years since he’s heard you sing

He can only imagine what its like now 

And with the excuse of being practice he’ll hear the chords you so casually ring out as the charity dinner is mapped out

But only when you’re fully made up and singing does he feel like his investment was truly worth it

“A-a-ah (Y/n) that was–”

“Amazing, I know. I can tell you’re excited but don’t go inking all over the floor before the finale.”

“Y-yeah.”

He really does have to stop himself 

He’s just so enamored 

One day he’ll have to ask trick you into singing a serenade to him

“A mate’s song needs to be, at the very least, decent enough to attract. Naturally, (Y/n) would exceed that, she truly is a prime mate and the only one I’d ever bother chasing after.”

Kalim Al Asim

He loves that you’re scheduled to perform

Money isn’t an object anyway so he’s happy to pad your paycheck and donation

He just loves loves loves anything you do 

You could go outside in a chicken wunzie and sing horribly he’d still fling his money in your direction

But as he watches you appear on stage make up done, dress hugging tight something burns

His cheeks get warm and suddenly his clothes feel too hot to wear

A yearning that Kalim barely acknowledges to dangerous takes over and he’s in a daze for the entirety of the night

Don’t interrupt the performance 

Don’t bother him while he’s watching you sing in that sultry tone

Or you can see what its like when Jamil’s happy to follow Kalim’s orders+

“(Y/n) you should sing more often! Your voice is so beautiful!” 

“Thank you, Kalim.”

“Will you be doing another set? I’d love to play along side you!”

He’ll be replaying your performance in his head for years to come

Always letting a smile come to his face

“Wow I can’t get her voice out of my head! Maybe I should ask her to sing to me everynight!”

Vil Schoenheit

If he isn’t hired himself to join you he’ll donate his talent with a small fee

But to be seen by millions as the most beautiful dream couple 

Neige could never

But ego aside he loves nothing more than performing with you side by side

Brought back to the days you two would make little plays and shows for your fathers to watch 

Now this was just fate in work, wasn’t it

That you two would be preparing a duet that’d have the world talking for weeks 

“Are you ready to delivery our harmony of ecstasy?”

“You know I am. I like your trim by the way.”

“And I yours. Though we both know anything you wear is better than couture.”

For this moment and this moment only will he encourage the hunter to share his recordings

He won’t be able to hear your voice out in the crowd

But it couldn’t compare to the sound of being beside you

As it was always meant to be

“Becoming a duo? Who’s to say? We both have big plans for the future but naturally we’ll be together asitsalwaysbeen.”

[panda-writes-kpop]

the dreadful need in the devotee ~ lee gahyeon

a/n: sorry for all my international folks, I know I'm late (curse you comp sci homework for taking hours to complete) but happy Gahyeon day!! here's your daily dose of existensial dread and sadness in case you haven't felt that way recently :] (all jokes, but apparently I was in my feels when I wrote this)

tw: fluff to sadness, main character death, car accident, some religious elements, we almost got a happy ending folks

acknowledgements: inspired by hozier's talk and the pjo series on Disney plus!

word count: 2.8k

summary: a recollection of the five times you couldn't look at Gahyeon and the one time you did, but it's staged during a modern retelling of one of my favorite greek myths of all time (5+1 trope my beloved <3)

♡ Masterlist ♡

As the burning taste of alcohol travels down your throat, you think about why you’re here on a Wednesday night.

Here wasn’t home, the place you most often were found. Home was your paradise, your inspiration for your work - but you had been in a rut lately. Nothing seemed to spark your creativity, not even a hot drink and a warm bath would do.

So you wandered down the street, hoping to find something that would make you and your work feel alive again. Instead, the couples you passed on the street only chose to dig at a wound that you had covered with the patchwork of self-isolation.

Since tonight was an utter failure, much like most nights this month, you turned to the one thing that made everything a little better - booze. A drink sounded nice, especially as the last couple you passed discussed their wedding and future together.

You slid into the first bar that you found that was not too far from your apartment. Five blocks was a new record for you, considering that every store you needed was only two or three blocks from your apartment. Maybe you’d print out a certificate so you’d have some marker of success to hang on your wall.

World’s Most Introverted Person Travels Two Blocks Farther Than Usual!

You need another hobby besides drinking and bad jokes.

You’d turn to art, but blank pages and screens peek out at you from every corner of your apartment. That wasn’t an option, and you had already used all your daily wanderlust to find a bar, so drinking would have to do.

It wasn’t like the bar was busy or anything - weeknight traffic was slow, especially on Wednesday. You were sitting at the bar, making occasional idle chatter with the bartender and another patron who seemed to be in a worse state of despair than you.

You were fine in your bubble, and it wasn’t like anything would pop it any time soon-

Then you see her.

Your eyes landed on a group of girls sitting in a corner, but the girl that draws your attention is everything you had imagined and so much more. With bright pink hair, it was impossible to see anything but here.

She was a beautiful white lily among the tall grass, a sweet melody floated over syncopated beats. She was the sun, and you were a comet that was about to crash into her orbit. She was everything, and you were nothing.

…And she was looking right at you.

Fuuuuuck.

You immediately look away when she bounces up to you - she’s probably going to talk to that other person, right?

You couldn’t look her in the eyes, even when she, in all of her beautiful glory, was right in front of you. 

“Do you want to join us for drinks?” Her eyes are inviting as she holds her hand out to you.

You try to find a reason to say no, but she sparks something within you. Something warm and kind, buried under the safety blanket that you wrapped your heart in.

She wasn’t your inspiration, not yet, at least. A muse, perhaps?

Whatever divine intervention brought you together was well needed.

Even though you couldn’t look her in the eyes until you were both drunk enough to forget everything but each other.

~

Gahyeon, her name was. 

Even though the headache fucking sucked (but was so worth it, considering the extra phone number in your contacts), things started to look up for you. You could actually produce art, which meant that you could pay your landlord on time.

Your apartment was a mess while you were in a funk - a proper decluttering was in order. If you weren’t inspired to do art, you definitely weren’t inspired to do household chores. You shudder as your mother’s voice reprimands you about keeping your place tidy.

Perhaps sending proof of life would get her voice out of your head. Yet again, she’d probably call you and then want to visit, which would make things worse.

Suddenly, doing the dishes instead of mentally stalling doesn’t seem like such a bad idea.

Tedious doesn’t begin to cover your feelings towards the stacks upon stacks on dishes, which hadn’t grown mold or attracted flies, thank god. You decide to set your phone aside (you’d checked it three times since you decided to do the dishes, maybe you need to get a safe to throw it into) before filling the sink with water.

As you add soap to the water, your phone chimes. You shut off the water, as flooding your apartment would be worse than cold water, you reason.

You were sober enough to put Gahyeon’s name in your phone, but your capitalization skills were a bit… questionable.

gAhyEOn: hey u up?

    some friends and I went drinking last night, and I need a pick-me-up.

    you wanna go for coffee?

Coffee? As in a coffee date? As in you’ll be face-to-face with Gahyeon alone, after you probably made a fool of yourself a few nights ago? 

Well, you don’t remember much about that night, do you?

God damn you, vodka, you taste good in too many mixed drinks.

You quickly respond with a ‘Sure! What time?’ after contemplating what to say for an uncomfortable amount of time.

gAhyEOn: Does thirty minutes work for you?

    I’ll send you the address, see if you can make it there in time.

Your phone buzzes, and afterwards, you plug the address into Google Maps - it’s only a block farther than the bar you met Gahyeon in. If you quickly scrubbed a few dishes and put proper clothes on (the Pokemon pajamas were cute but not ideal for a “first date”), you could make it there in thirty minutes if you run-walked.

You send her a confirmation text, telling her that the time and place will work. You manage to finish a quarter of the dishes (you’ll totally finish the rest of the dishes instead of continuing your latest masterpiece) before throwing on a comfortable outfit that’s perfect for a first date. You grab your wallet and phone before heading out of your apartment. 

The walk to the cafe takes a lot less time than you had considered, but that was probably because you were going through a hundred and one different ways that you could make a fool of yourself.

Although you nearly ran headfirst into a pole when you saw Gahyeon waving at you in the distance, you had made it to the café.

Even if you were a bit too embarrassed to look her in the eyes, a bit sweaty from run-walking here, especially after she told you off for being late.

“You’re five minutes late. I thought I told you thirty minutes, not thirty-five-”

“In my defense,” You raise your hands in the air, “I’m worse at directions when I’m sober.”

“If you buy me coffee, I may forgive you.”

“Let’s test that theory, huh?” You open the door for her as she gracefully smiles.

You let out a nervous sigh before closing the door behind you. You’ve got this, right?

Maybe the gods would push some luck in your favor.

~

Gahyeon didn’t think you were a total loser, so that was a plus.

She even agreed to a proper first date, and then a second, next a third, and you’d somehow convinced her to become your girlfriend… which meant that she would be moving in with you since you’d been dating for a year and a half.

Time flies.

“Can you help me with these boxes, babe?”

After shoving more of your supplies (holy fuck how much shit did you own) into a spare closet, you join Gahyeon at the door to receive the box that she had in her hands.

“I got it,” You say before immediately swearing after the box rests in your arms, “what did you put in here, a bowling ball?”

“Three, actually,” Gahyeon offers a sweet smile as you shake your head, “it’s just the first box of my clothes. You can set it in the bedroom, if you would.”

“The things I do for you.” You scoff before shifting the weight in the box (seriously, what was in here?).

You take a few steps forward as Gahyeon wanders around your apartment. She peeks into the room you just left before letting out a gasp.

“You didn’t move your work so I could have more space, did you?”

You pause, not turning to meet her eye, as she accusingly charges toward you.

“Yah, babe, I told you to leave that stuff there! You know how much I love seeing your work.”

You hightail it to the bedroom before she tackles you into a warm hug. You both dissolve into giggles, heavy boxes and caring anger set aside, as you enjoy her presence.

“I love you.” She whispers before kissing your lips.

You wonder what god of love was paid off in order to match you and Gahyeon, but you didn’t care. Everything worked, you two worked, and your work spoke for itself.

That’s all you ever needed.

~ 

A wedding ring was the other thing you needed.

You had fiddled with the ring for ages, wondering when would be the right time to propose. 

Gahyeon deserved the best, after all.

So you just asked her one day, when the moment was right.

And she said yes before bursting out into tears. You were quick to comfort her, of course, but you felt like you had ascended to another plane of reality.

Finally, everything made sense.

Your creative energy was at a high, so you were producing plenty of work. You were ahead on rent, enough so that you could save up for a house and a wedding, eventually.

Gahyeon stood in the kitchen, admiring the ring on her left hand, as you wrapped your arm around her waist.

“The ring’s pretty.” She says absentmindedly as you squeeze your arms, which makes her laugh. “What’s up?”

“I got bored. Something told me to go out here and check up on you.” You give a small shrug before kissing her cheek. “What are you up to?”

“I’m going to head to the store by my old place to pick up a few things. Do you want anything?”

For some reason, your stomach sinks. But why, you wonder? She made this trip often, what was so awful about it now?

“Are you sure you don’t want to go down the street, to the convenience store?” You try to convince her as she shakes her head and manages to escape your grasp.

“I’ll be fine, babe,” She turns to give you a quick kiss on the lips before grabbing the car keys on the table, “are you worried about me?”

“Maybe.” You give a noncommittal answer before checking the clock. “Be home for dinner!”

“I will, I promise.” She walks away and grabs the doorknob before turning back to you. “Hey!”

“Hey what?”

“I can’t wait to marry you.” Gahyeon winks at you as you look away in embarrassment. 

It’s crazy that she still has this effect on you, years later.

She laughs before shutting the door as you stare at the front door to your apartment like a lovesick golden retriever waiting for their human to return.

You couldn’t wait for her to return back into your arms, so you could make dinner and spend the rest of your night together.

~

Four hours.

It had been four hours since Gahyeon left.

Should you be worried?

She would’ve texted, called, told you if she would’ve been late. Gahyeon expected the same of you, even though you weren’t the most prompt person at times. 

You should stop pacing before you have to add carpet replacement to your laundry list of things to buy. The sun had gone down, but that meant that traffic must’ve been heavy, right?

You need to take a walk before you worry yourself into an early grave.

You grab a light jacket before exiting your apartment. Taking a walk around the block has always helped clear your mind, but your heart pangs with a new hurt as Gahyeon always liked to go on walks with you.

She was fine, she had to be fine.

You round the corner, only to want to immediately retreat back into your home.

A car accident.

The worst part?

Gahyeon’s car was among the wreckage.

Police officers pushed the surrounding crowd back, and you scream when you see an EMT pick a bloody ring out from among the wreckage.

Not just any ring.

Her ring.

You can’t look anymore.

~

You hadn’t spoken to anyone in weeks.

You hadn’t created anything since the day she died.

Three weeks.

Twenty-one days.

Five-hundred and four hours.

Thirty-thousand, two-hundred forty minutes.

You can’t breathe, can’t think.

You need to open a window.

The light casts a gentle glow over your apartment.

It’s a wreck. You’re a wreck. 

How fitting.

Your phone rings. It’s probably your mother, asking why you didn’t come to Sunday dinner for the third time in a row.

You can’t tell her about Gahyeon, you could barely face her parents and tell them what happened. You were choked up then, and you hadn’t felt much better since.

Your heart had been ripped from your chest.

You pick up your phone anyway.

“Do you want to see her again?” A deep male voice echoes from your phone speaker as you sigh.

“You have the wrong number. Have a good day.” You say with no emotion as the voice quickly replies.

“It’s Gahyeon. I have Gahyeon.”

“Who are you? Where is she?”

“Go to the bar where you first met. I’ll meet you there and take you to her.” 

“Hold on, how do I know you’re not-”

You pause as you hear the other line beep repeatedly. 

He hung up on me. What a dick.

~

“What do you want?” You gruffly ask as you slide into a booth opposite a man dressed in an all-black suit.

He fixes his silver locks for a moment before looking you up and down.

“You want the girl back?”

“Gahyeon,” You correct, “and I want her here as much as her family does.”

“Would you do anything for her?”

“Yes.” You answer immediately as the man smiles.

“Good, good.” He snaps his fingers as the scenery around you changes. 

You’re forced on your feet as the booth disappears behind you.

“What the fuck-” You look at the walls, which expand in every direction and then disappear behind walls of fire and stone.

The man walks forward as a set of stairs appears before him.

“Who are you?” You ask as the ground underneath you begins to shift.

“Death, not the devil.” He answers after sitting down on a throne made of fire and magma. “I have a proposition for you, since your love for Gahyeon has moved my wife. I’m feeling rather…. generous, shall we say?”

“What’s the catch?”

“You have to take the long way out, with you leading and her behind. You can’t look back to see if she’s there, you have to trust yourself and trust her. Understood?”

“I-” You pause while weighing your options.

Could you lead her out of Hell? A dangerous adventure, sure, but it would be worth it to bring her home.

“I accept.”

Death snaps his finger before a door to your left appears.

“Walk through that door and begin your journey.” 

You place your hand on the door before looking back at him.

“Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me until you get to the other side.”

~

You didn’t expect walking through hell to be a cake walk, but you were absolutely exhausted. 

Who knows if death himself didn’t trick you in the first place? 

You couldn’t look to see if Gahyeon was behind you, and you couldn’t hear her speaking as well.

You just had to trust yourself and trust her.

You trusted Gahyeon, of course you did, but did you trust yourself enough that you wouldn’t have been fooled?

Everyone in hell is looking at you as you climb up towards the exit.

You can do this. You should do this.

Is she really behind me?

You should keep going. You have to keep going.

Your footsteps begin to slow as your breath becomes ragged. You were tired, but you were almost there.

You see the light, see everything that you would have again.

You reach out to embrace the light, you’re almost there.

Is she there?

Gahyeon gasps as your eyes connect with hers.

“You… were there.”

“I always was.” She softly answers before backing up towards the darkness.

“I made a mistake.” You try to reach out and grab her, but she’s fading away from you.

“I know.”

“I love you.” A tear falls from your eye as she disappears into nothingness.

“I know.”

Just like that, she was gone, and you were alone.

[gemini-sensei]

Hawk Moskowitz x Best Friend!Reader Angst

Chubby!Fem!Reader ○ Blurb

CW: insecurity, thats about it.

I woke up and chose violence, aka I made myself cry with this one 🥲 is it cliche? Sure, but I don't care. I can always make more of this and subvert the trope if anyone is interested 👀

It was the summer of change, the summer of possibilities. What more could a teenager ask for? After all, there was no better chance to do something scary, to do something completely terrifying. It felt like one of those now or never moments, a moment that was going to change the course of Reader's life forever.

As she walked up to her best friend's door, she felt all the butterflies fluttering around in her stomach. She took a deep breath and rang the doorbell, knowing Mrs. Moskowitz's schedule well enough that she knew there was only one person home to answer the door.

When it opened, Hawk looked surprised to see her. "Reader, what are you doing here?"

"I came to tell you something," she told him, ensuring that she wouldn't back down. There had been plenty of times before where she thought about it, but never did it. She kept reminding herself, it's now or never.

He licked his lips. "You couldn't text?"

"No, it's too important," she giggled. She composed herself, the words ready to burst from her chest, but that wasn't how she wanted it to go. She didn't want them to just fall out, she wanted them to be meaningful. "I should have told you this a while ago, but I love you. I've loved you for a long time and I just can't hold it in anymore. Since you joined karate and you guys won that tournament, I've wanted to tell you really bad, but then I got scared and then I thought that there was nothing to be scared of. I mean, if you could become a karate badass, why couldn't I tell you how I feel?"

She laughed softly, something between nervous and light. She smiled at Hawk, heart facing, but he only stared back. He was unreadable, which was new to Reader. For as long as she could remember, she'd at least been able to read his eyes, but they were hard and guarded now. She was confused and his silence only fueled her fears.

"This is the part where you say something," she said, still keeping and upbeat attitude. However, her smile became nervous and she pushed harder to hide it.

"I don't love you."

She cracked.

"What?"

Hawk saw the utterly broken look on her face, the pain. He'd hardly ever seen that look on her face, hardly imagined what it would look like. She searched his face, looking for a better answer, or an explanation. Neither of which he had for her.

He bit his lip and he shook his head. "That came out wrong. What I mean is-"

"Hawk?" a voice asked from behind him.

He looked at Reader, but she wasn't looking at him anymore. Her gaze was looking past him and the longer she stared at the figure behind her, he watched her deflate. She stood at his door defeated and her face quickly became blank. Everything except her eyes, which slowly welled up with tears.

Moon made gentle footsteps as she walked over and saw the tears. "Oh no, Reader, what's wrong?"

Reader shook her head, her throat tight. She didn't know what to say, her brain and heart disconnected. "Nothing. Um, I shouldn't have bothered you guys... I'll just uh... I'll just go home."

She quickly turned and rushed back down the walkway that ahe had walked up and down a million times, but for the first time it felt like a whole new experience. She wasn't leaving with a happy memory or even the idea of coming back.

Hawk called out to her, but she didn't turn back. She didn't want to see him and Moon together, a memo she missed or was left out of the loop on. However, she couldn't say she was very surprised.

Moon was gorgeous. It was an undeniable fact, she was conventionally attractive and had a big, beautiful smile. She was kind and sweet and outgoing, so what wasn't there to like? She was everything Reader wasn't - thin, pretty, confident.

In her mind, there was no competition. It was going to be Moon no matter what, always, so it didn't matter how or when she told Hawk about her feelings, because his were never going to change. She was just his best friend, at least she was until that stunt probably obliterated their friendship.

She wiped her eyes as she walked home, sniffling hard as she tried to suck up her emotions. However, everything poured out like a broken fountain beyond repair. She sobbed almost violently, failing miserably. "I knew I should have kept my mouth shut."

[taehyungday]

𝗜𝗡𝗖𝗨𝗕𝗨𝗦- 𝚙.𝚓𝚖.

𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀…𝗃𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗇 𝗑 𝖿𝖾𝗆!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗋𝖾…𝗒𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗎

𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍…979

"Do you mind if I take a day off, Mr Park?" I asked of my boss.

"Yes." He stated firmly, his gaze remaining concentrated on the files in front of him.

"Thank you, Mr Park," I say. I walked out of the office after saying that.

I used to work for The Park Organization. It was a well-known and well-respected organisation. I've been here for one year. Everything was going swimmingly at work until Park Jimin was named CEO four months ago.

Everyone was held to a high standard by him. For the tiniest mistakes, he fired his employees. He even forced me to work a lot of late shifts. From the CEO's office, I could always hear loud moans and groans.

Every night, I'd hear a different girl moaning. I've overheard several female colleagues discussing their hookups with the CEO. It was no secret that the female staff were enamoured with his appearance.

He agreed to give me a day off, which surprised me. Employees were not allowed to take days off because Mr Park disliked it.

My health check necessitated a day off.

"Congratulations! You're pregnant, Ms. L/N." doctor said.

No, this is not possible. Since a year, I have had no sexual intercourse.

"Are you joking? Right?" I inquired of the doctor.

"Ms L/N, no. Why would I make a joke?" doctor replied.

"This can't possibly be true. For a long period, I hadn't even had sex. Right, this is a lie." I was on the edge of weeping out loud when I questioned the doctor.

I'm going to abort the child.

I was taken aback when I saw the text.

This is the text she sent to her personal doctor.

How could she have aborted our child?

How could she abort an Incubus King's child?

My blood began to boil.

FLASHBACK

"This was the best sex I'd had up to this point." She stated her case.

I joined her in humming. But I couldn't say I agreed with her completely.

All I wanted was for her to fall asleep. In order for me to be able to return to my mansion. I got up and put my clothes on when she finally started snoring. As I was walking down the stairs, I noticed a girl dressed in a maid's uniform. She was in the kitchen looking for something.

Her beauty had me spellbound. Her Y/H/C hair, Y/E/C eyes, and Y/S/C skin were all very delicate. She was looking like an angel.

Since that day, I've been obsessed with Y/N L/N.

I discovered that she was in need of funds. As a result, I requested that my father hire her. In front of her, I did my hardest to keep my harmons under control. However, I was unable to do so. So every night, I fucked a different girl, pretending she was the one shouting my name. I even forced her to work nights. In order for her to be envious of other girls.

I made every effort to keep my sinister thoughts under control. But when I saw her asleep in that white see-through shirt, all my efforts vanished. Her nipples were puckered. I couldn't stand it any longer and just needed to feel her touch.

As a result, I went into her room and unzipped my jeans. I snatched her delicate hands and pressed them on my stiff dick.

I began to move her hand on my dick. I began to chant her name. I came to a halt after a few minutes, just as I was about to reach my climax. I had a feeling she slept a lot. In my head, I had a plan.

I hovered over her frail body, removing her silk pyjamas. I hastily stowed her underwear. I began stroking my dick. After a brief pause, I slowly walked into her. It was as if I had died and gone to heaven. My dick was gripped so tightly by her walls. She seemed to be made for me.

She began to whimper. I slammed into her with a couple thrusts.

And that night was the nicest one I'd ever had.

PRESENT

The first thing I noticed after I woke up was that it was not my room. Rather it was a very luxurious room.

It looked like a room made for a royalty.The door swung open unexpectedly.

Mr Park was standing there with a grin on his face.

"Mr.Park?" I was completely perplexed by all that was going on around me.

He said, "Yes, my Queen."

I inquired, "Queen?"

"Yes, there is Love. You are my queen, and I am the Incubus King." He said this with a big smile on his face.

I knew he was sick from that point on.

He began to get closer.

"STOP! DON'T EVEN TRY TO GET CLOSE." I yelled at him because I didn't know what he was going to do next.

He came to a complete stop. He was also visibly enraged.

"YOU CANNOT SHOUT AT YOUR FIANCÉ AND YOUR CHILD'S FATHER." He became enraged and yelled at me.

I was taken aback. HE WAS THE ONE WHO RAPED ME WITHOUT MY WRITTEN CONSENT.

"IT WAS YOU WHO DID-"

"YES. I am your child's father. "he added, his face beaming with pride.

"I'M ABORTING THE-"

And then he seized my hair in a tangle.

"Sweetheart, don't you dare. Your entire family tree will be obliterated if you take one false step. My heir will never be aborted by you. OKAY?" He stated.

Tears welled up in my eyes. He wanted me to be his queen because he was a king. I didn't want anything to happen to my family. As a result, I nodded and sealed my fate with the incubus king.

[0anonnymouslyours0]

promise - eddie munson

warnings / description : eee this is for @spiderrrling and @uglypastels writing comp!! basically your a cheerleader and eddies the town freak but isn't there something so beautiful about lovers who are entirely opposites? prompt : “you make my heart do the thing, and honestly? it kinda freaks me out.” / warnings: kissing , suggestive language, fluff? idk this was pretty sweet.

eddie considered you the best thing to happen to him. he was the luckiest guy in the world because he had you. you, who sat for hours listening to him talk about d&d, and then would come to every hellfire club meeting. you who came to every single corroded coffin concert, and sing your heart out even though it wasn't you taste in music. you who would practice your cheer routines in front of eddie, flouncing around in that little skirt. you who would hold eddie and kiss his forehead, while stroking his hair, when everything felt particularly shit. you who would kiss him, touch him, love him.

you thought eddie and you were a match made in heaven, that you were destined to be together. even though you were entirely opposites; you head cheerleader, and princess of hawkins high, and eddie the d&d freak, practically the town pariah. yet you had found something. the entire of hawkins high completely freaked out when the made it official, insisting it was some big joke. it only became serious when you and eddie begun walking, your hands entwined, down the halls. kissing every time you saw eachother. and when you would wear eddies hellfire shirt so much, that he had to get another. you no longer sat at the airhead cheerleader table, now you sat at eddies table, usually perched on his lap. you liked his friends now. at first they had seemed a bit scary and weird, but now they were the closest friends you had. you learnt d&d and joined hellfire. eddie learned some basic cheerleading knowledge and came to almost every practice. though nobody would admit it, everyone thought you were strangely perfect for eachother.

it just worked.

eddie loved you.

and you loved eddie.

eddie had met you at a party, which was an unusual setting for him. but steve harrington, one of his friends and yours as well, had convinced him to come. steve had called you over, already buzzed, and excited for you to meet his new friend.

"y/n! have you met eddie munson? resident freak?" eddie punched steve on the shoulder, and you giggled.

"well well, isn't this the princess of hawkins high?" eddie had asked, raising an eyebrow at you.

you had smiled back, nodding your head. eddie was a very pretty guy. he had nice brown eyes, with long thick eyelashes. his hair black and messy. eddie had stuck out his hand, intending for you to shake it. you shook his hand. he had nice hands.

"nice to meet you princess." he had said.

your heart had fluttered, but you remained as calm as you possibly could be.

"nice to meet you too, freak." you had replied, returning his smirk.

steve had chuckled from beside you, a knowing look on his face. hell, he had practically set this up. steve was good with anybody's relationship but his own.

two weeks later, eddie and you had hung out heaps. you really liked him, everything about him, even the things others called weird.

one night you had gone down to lovers lake, on a warm summers night. eddie had passed you a beer, as you leaned up against the back of his van. the sun was setting, painting the sky in a glowy pink, orange and yellow.

"y'know, you really like pretty right now." eddie had said, as you looked at him, he was already staring at you, admiring your features.

"you look pretty too eds." you had replied.

eddies eyes had fluttered for a second, stuck on your words.

"can i tell you something?" he asked.

"yeah."

"you make my heart do that thing, y'know?" he had said, looking you in the eyes, searching for your response.

"what thing?" you said leaning closer.

"the thing where it beats really fast. honestly? it kind of freaks me out."

you smiled, because you knew. your heart did that too. you pulled his hand from his lap, holding it in yours and guiding it over your chest, next to your heart. he gulped. he could feel your heartbeat, and how erratic it was. your hand came up to rake through his hair, resting on his neck. you pulled him closer, until he was mere inches more your face. his breath was hot on your skin, and it smelled of cigarettes and beer.

he considered for a moment, before pulling you in, crashing your lips against his. his lips were soft and plump, and surprisingly moisturized. to him, you tasted of cheery, and reminded him of summer. you moved until you could straddle him, disconnecting your lips only for a second. you went back to kissing him, this time more passionate, now that you were sure he wanted it.

you leaned back, to kiss his neck, letting him catch his breath.

"your my favourite person in this world." he mumbled as you pressed your lips alone his collar bone. you leaned back, smiling at him. you kissed him again and again, until your lips were numb and the sun was set.

when stopped, he leaned forward, resting his forehead to yours.

"i think i love you." he said. you smiled.

"i know i love you." you replied, kissing him once again.

"never leave me, princess." he had said in between kisses.

“i promise.”

[fckinwild-kiwi]

Dec. 1st: Introducing Christmas Traditions

Hello, my beautiful friends! It's been a while since I've posted and to help combat some of my writer's block...I am going to *try* and participate in @comp-lady's December Writing Challenge!

Day #1: Blanket Fort/Cooking Together

Warnings: Swearing (I think that is it, if there's something else, please let me know and I'll change it!) Word Count: 1.8k+ Words Pairing: Eddie x AFAB!Reader

"Do we really need to buy all of these random snacks for our movie night?" Eddie asked as he looked at the cart filling up before his eyes.

"Yes, I promise you these snacks are vital to the night going well."

"Princess," Eddie mumbled, looking at the girl whom he has been pining after for the last three years. "We don't need to spend all of this money to have a good time. We could order a pizza and split a six-pack like we normally do and I'd still have the best night of my life."

"You don't understand," Y/n said, finally meeting Eddie's eyes. "This is essential. Please just let me do this."

"Okay," Eddie reluctantly agreed. He could see her eyes pleading for him to just let it go. For the next half hour, Y/n and Eddie walked around the store filling the cart before hitting the checkout.

Once Y/n and Eddie made it back to the trailer, Y/n got to work unloading the groceries. "Eddie," She yelled from the kitchen.

"What is it, sweets?"

"I need to ask one more favor from you," Y/n mumbled, looking up at Eddie with what she hoped were puppy-dog eyes.

"Oh no," Eddie joked before looking at Y/n.

"It's nothing crazy, Eds! I just need you to run to Family Video, I forgot to grab the movie but it's already put on hold under my name. Steve or Robin can grab it for you, I'm pretty sure I paid for it too!"

"Why are we not just watching what we already have here?"

"We are not going to sit around and watch those slasher films for the 100th time. This is important, please?"

"Okay," Eddie sighed, before stepping forward to wrap his arms around her and mumbling into her hair. "Yeah, I'll go to Family Video, are you coming with me?"

"No, I have to do a few more things around here to get ready," She responded ominously before pushing Eddie out the door, his shoes in his hands.

As soon as Eddie was out of the trailer, Y/n got to work pre-heating the oven and opening the premade cookie dough to place on a cookie sheet. If there was one thing she noticed after being friends with Eddie for the last three years and longing for more than friendship for the last two, Eddie deserved to be showered with love. He deserved to be showered with love and kindness, especially during the coming holidays, in a way that Wayne could not provide him with. Y/n loved Wayne. He was always so kind and welcoming to her every time she was over but there was no denying that he could not give Eddie everything (even though he tried). Y/n wanted to help change that.

The week before, Y/n had hidden some Christmas lights and three Christmas mugs (that she was going to gift to her favorite Munson men) in a box behind the trailer. As soon as the cookies went into the oven, Y/n grabbed the lights and got to work. The worn couch that Wayne often slept on became the inspiration behind Y/n's plan. She grabbed the kitchen chairs, bringing them into the living room, and then grabbed two king-sized blankets from the linen closet in the hallway. After draping the blankets across the chairs and up to the couch while sitting on the floor. The lights illuminated the blanket shelter but opened up at the front so they could see they would be able to see the TV. It was a perfect oasis. Once Y/n was content with the fort, she moved on to the last part of her plan. Hot Cocoa. Once the pot was placed on the stovetop, Y/n grabbed the heavy cream and chocolate bar and started to slowly melt the two together. As the cocoa started to come to a boil, she heard the undeniable sound of Eddie’s van pulling up into the drive.

“Babe, why did you reserve Miracle on 34th Street it’s barely even the Christmas--“

“Surprise,” Y/n whispered as she watched Eddie’s eyes widen in surprise.

"What is all of this?"

“It most definitely is the Christmas season and I wanted to start the festivities with you,” Y/n said before smiling. “Wait, there’s one more thing!”

She rushed into the kitchen, taking the cookies out of the oven and grabbing the mugs for cocoa. ���If I’m overstepping, please let me know,” She whispered, unsure of what to do with Eddie’s silence.

“What? No, Y/n. What? This is incredible. You made hot cocoa too? Cookies!?” He could not believe it.

“I figured since it’s December 1st, there is no better time to introduce you to my favorite holiday tradition than now. We skipped most of our movie nights last December and I respected that but I don’t want to do that again this year. If you and Wayne will have me, I want to make this your most Christmassy Christmas yet!”

“I would love that,” Eddie said as he smiled at the girl across the room from him. “Can I try some of that cocoa with those cookies now?”

"Of course you can!"

After settling in with a few cookies and their mugs of cocoa, Y/n led Eddie into the living room to show him the fort. “Get settled in there and I’ll put the movie in,” She said, smiling up at the curly-headed boy. Her excitement coming off in waves.

As they settled under the fort and opening credits began to play, Eddie pulled Y/n into his arms. “Thank you for this,” He mumbled into her hair.

“Of course Eddie,” Y/n responded, squeezing him tight. “You deserve all the good things.” “No, Y/n. I mean it. Thank you,” He said as he pulled away to look at her. “No one has ever cared about me this much or done anything this thoughtful for me. You’re my favorite person in the world.” “Eds, I mean it. You deserve all the great things this world has to offer. I’m sorry you’ve been dealt such a shitty hand but this,” She said, releasing her hands from around his waist to gesture to the twinkly lights surrounding them. “Is small in comparison to what you deserve.”

Eddie looked around, his eyes becoming watery at the gesture. “You’d do almost anything for the people you love, huh?” “No, but I would do almost anything for you.” “Baby,” Eddie whispered, turning to look at the girl beside him. He could not believe what he was hearing. “Are you saying-“ “I love--“ “No, you don’t get to say it to me first,” Eddie said, putting his finger to her lips. “I’ve loved you since your first day at school. I was willing to accept whatever you wanted to give me because our friendship is the most important thing to me. But I can’t settle for just friends anymore. Not when you make it so easy to love you with your giant ass heart and your life-changing hot cocoa.”

Y/n giggled, tears forming in her eyes. “Eddie, I’ve loved you forever too. God, knows I have. I’m pretty sure Wayne and Nancy have a bet going over which one of us was going to cave first.” “I hope it was Wayne,” Eddie mumbled. “It was definitely Nancy, Wayne thought you’d chicken out,” Y/n laughed as she hugged Eddie again. “Look at me, pretty girl,” Eddie whispered, releasing his hold on her. “What?” Y/n questioned as she looked at the brown-eyed boy before her. “I need to kiss you, okay?” Eddie said, his hands coming up to hold her cheeks. “I think I need to kiss you more than I need to breathe.”

“Well I’d hate to see you go,” Y/n giggled, her hands wrapping around his wrists. “Kiss me then, Munson.” Eddie wasted no time in bringing his mouth to hers. Y/n could sense the urgency in the kiss, it felt as though every wasted moment up until this point, was trying to erupt between the pair. Y/n groaned as Eddie’s tongue swiped across her bottom lip, asking for access. Y/n reached up, grabbing Eddie’s curls to tug him closer to her as their tongues began to explore each other. Too engrossed in learning each other, they did not hear Wayne walk in. As he slammed the door behind him, Eddie and Y/n broke apart, before looking up at Wayne sheepishly from underneath the fort. “Well it’s about damn time,” Wayne grumbled. “Sweetheart, who said it first?”

“Uh, Eddie cut me off so he could say it first,” Y/n said, her cheeks turning pink. “Damn it, I guess I owe Nancy $10.” “I can’t believe you bet against me, old man!” “I can, my love,” Y/n said, before kissing Eddie’s cheek. “Wayne, can I heat you up some cocoa? I brought a mug special for you!” “Now what kind of man would I be to say no to that?” Wayne asked. Y/n got up before winking at a blushing Eddie. “Would you like to watch Miracle on 34th Street with us too? We just started the movie, I don’t think you’ve missed much?” “That’s okay sweetheart. I appreciate the offer but I’ll probably leave you lovebirds to it. I’m going to get a drink or two with some guys at work. Can you make sure the couch is ready for me when I get back?”

“Absolutely,” Eddie said, finally speaking up. “I’ll take this with me for the road,” Wayne said, grabbing his new Christmas mug and pressing a kiss to Y/n’s head. “I love the mug, I can’t wait to add it to the collection.” “I’m glad you like it. We will make sure the living room is cleaned up by the time you get back,” Y/n assured Wayne before he nodded and left the trailer. “Finally he’s gone,” Eddie grumbled, pulling Y/n down on top of him. “Does this mean you’re finally my girl?” “I don’t know, are you asking me to be your girlfriend right now, Eddie?” “Yeah, will you be my girlfriend, Y/n?” “I’d love nothing more,” Y/n mumbled before leaning forward to press her lips against Eddie’s. Before she could let Eddie take it any further, she jumped up. “You’re on clean-up duty! I’ll be waiting for you in your room whenever you’re done. I love you, Eds!” Shaking his head, he couldn’t help but look up at the girl who made a pillow fort for him. “I bet I can finish this in less than two minutes!” “Hah, that’s what she said!” Y/n yelled from the bedroom before laughing maniacally. “Keep talking your shit, baby,” Eddie grumbled, running around the living room of the trailer.

A/N: I know it's been a minute since I've written anything so I welcome any positive advice or critique! Any negative or hateful responses will be blocked because I do not have to put up with hateful or mean people. <3

[tutuandscoot]

📍Worlds 2017 Post FD

I don’t think I’ve ever seen this moment.. discussed, and as I was watching this comp to make another post recently I got stuck on this moment I’d seen several times, but it hit me in the feels more significantly this time round.

First let me set the scene (which you can go watch for yourselves on the full video here starts at 3:30:40).

Once the competition has finished, VM make their way from backstage under the stands to the k+c/ marshalling area for the medal ceremony. But before that they are to give an interview. A camera person has followed them out to this area and there are a few different people wanting their attention. First, someone from the US fed/team who shakes their hands (says congrats) then one of the competition officials asks them something, then the lady who congratulations them and tells them she will do their interview. They can’t go straight to the k+c yet however because the team who competed last (right after VM), HD are still there (and after a disappointing skate are still being consoled by their coaches). So VM patiently wait off to the side. Then it’s here when this gif starts.

TS only had Marie with them in the K+C, however both Marie and Patch watched their skate and knew they had won- despite not being the last team to skate, they had a large enough lead after the short to essentially render them unbeatable (even with his misstep). When they left the K+C after their skate, they unlikely watched the final team or knew the final result as it pertained to HD, so as they came out for their interview they were probably not fully aware of what was happening in the K+C- obviously they saw they were sad but maybe didn’t know their final placement. Both Patch (and that other coach I don’t like) were with HD in the K+C, so Patch comes from there over to VM.

Now, let’s not kid ourselves, we all would like to admit that there is nothing ‘wrong’ with two men embracing like this- and we’d be right- there absolutely is not. But inevitably just bc of.. society (more so social norms of the past- it’s hopefully changing now) this is not the most common thing to see, and therefore, at least for me and I would assume many others, illicits more of an emotional reaction just bc we don’t see it all the time. It shouldn’t be weird- it’s not weird, but it’s still not something you see everyday.

So with that out of the way… what a truly beautiful moment this is.

I’m not gonna go all on again about Scott and what he was dealing with personally that season (iykyk if not hmu and I’ll tell you/look at some previous posts), he’s said even by earlier 4CC that season he was emotionally wiped, so by now, with the relief of the season finally being done, they had won, there was no needing to hold it all together for the sake of competition anymore. You could tell in the K+C after their skate how drained he was, at least to me it seemed it wasn’t just exhausted from the skate or the misstep, it was a culmination of things.

We’ve looked at previous posts the wonderful way T took care of him in those moments in her own quiet way and just being herself- being there with him was everything he needed (being with her (holding her hand/looking in her eyes) was the only time he felt ok 🥺).

But of course they were not alone in this comeback- and they made sure everyone knew that. The support they had from their team was as important as the support they gave each other, and it’s interesting the different ways that support is displayed- the similar yet different ways between T&S and either of them with a coach.

As I said-in the k+c, he was so obviously drained of energy, emotion, I felt so bad for him but also so proud of him and them for achieving what they did that year, and bad that it wasn’t as excellent as they wanted that final skate to be. Here waiting off to the side, it may be the lighting on his face but he almost looks like he’s about to cry, just so depleted of energy. It may have been that he saw Patch walking over and that was the look of near tears.. The way P seemingly doesn’t even say ‘congrats’ to him/ them. Obviously all skaters/athletes in general have special relationships which their coaches so it’s not like this is whole exchange is unique, but just the way there is communication without words- same thing S has with T but in a different way that is unique to them. The way S almost falls into P, like he just needs someone to hold him up bc he’s so exhausted. P goes to him like ‘here, let me hold you’- that’s what S needed to ‘hear’ in that moment rather than ‘congrats’. Also to see two men embrace like that (& esp when you know the relationship in this case is very special). It’s not a hug of ‘congratulations’ because he doesn’t really need to congratulate them, they don’t need that from their coaches, or more they don’t need it verbalised in that way. They have a deeper connection with them and for P+S, P knows what S needs in that moment is to just be cared for as a human.

I’m so freakin attracted to S for this reason- that he’s so open with his emotions and accepting and giving of affection. Describing him/them often as ‘soft’ isn’t a joke- it’s what they are and it’s an umbrella term to describe their affection and sensitivity.

Then if all that wasn’t beautiful enough, the way T just gently steps back a little to give them space. She is not being excluded, P is of course going to hug her as well, she does not find this awkward. She knows S needs a hug from P and so she gives them that space. I’m really not explaining it very well but I know what it says when I watch it and I’m just hoping y’all reading are getting what I’m trying to put into words.

This all goes back to TS’s just unbelievable level of knowing of one another and now having coaches who they trust enough and want them to be on some sort of level of knowing with them. The way she can be part of that hug without being part of that hug. How they can support each other with out being the one hugged/doing the hugging. The way they are so gentle with their emotions towards each other and create a safe space for each other to feel what they need to feel.

[max1u3]

Blizzcon 2023 Omg...

First of all here's the video I watched if you want to go watch it yourself, but I'm just gonna outline what I think are the highlights in this post!

First of all, Blizzard actually serving this Blizzcon like?? Woah there, slow down, are you sure you actually want to deliver what the fanbase wants... you've never done that before but slay.

And secondly, I'm late to this cos your girl put off working on a brief deadline for her degree until the last few days and had to draw like a mad woman. So excuse my late reactions to everything haha

ANYWAYS

THE COMP CHANGES?? LIKE SLAY OMG

Let's be honest, even Blizzard knew the 5 - 15 bracket was shit, and now they're finally getting rid of it, and replacing it with this ->

Like are we actually getting ranked on what we do in the match or is this some kind of amazing dream?

As a hard stuck gold/plat support main with an average of 20k heals a match, this is like some kind of blessing from God.

Plus not to mention the rank reset?? Last time I rank reset, aka made a smurf account that I never used, it was two ranks above my main. I'm going to cry literal tears of joy.

Plus, we're getting these bad boys back ->

She looks a little different but it's ok, we still accept her as the placement matches we know and love.

(I am very sassy today apologies, I have borderline carpool tunnel in my main hand and a backache to slay all backaches so I'm feeling slightly unhinged.)

Then they're also tidying up the competitive challenges tab? Like actually slay!

Like look how clean and sexy she looks like omg. Can't wait to actually understand all that information now that it's feasible to read haha

I'm not as hype about these but they still deserve mentioning ->

Tree guns! Oh wait, I mean Emerald guns. Mb. I think they're just like... meh. Like me and my duo have had long and detailed discussions on how we would improve gold guns. We eventually settled on them progressing in rarity and price. We suggested a gun started at bronze and worked it's way up the ranks like you do in competitive, and each rank would be a thousand more expensive. So obviously Bronze for Bronze, Silver for Silver, Gold for Gold, Platinum with like a purple sheen for Platinum, Diamond with a white and blue reflection for Diamond, then either Ruby or Sapphire for Masters and Grand Masters.

If you hadn't figured it out by my grumbling already in this post, but I'm a digital art student in uni, literally studying concept art, and by gods would my lecturers turn their noses up at the green they chose for this promotional ss.

Personally, I would saturate the colour more, it's much too dark. Sure, up close you can see the colour well, but realistically you want to be able to see the colour in game as well, and the green here is much too dark. I would saturate the colour more, but not too much. There's a thin line between it being a distraction or a flex. Next thing I would do is give it a darker sheen so when it catches certain lights it has a muted sparkle. I say darker so that it doesn't cross the distraction line again, because a lighter sheen would defiantly distract a player.

ANYWAY those are just my thoughts on it as someone studying this stuff at uni :)

I'm not a professional and will never be cos I'm never touching the art industry after this course again lol

Next I just wanna briefly look at the two heroes other than Mauga we got a look at.

Which are obviously Venture ->

Who's a dps who digs underneath the ground and launches out to deal dmg to the enemies.

Personally, I think it's a really innovative idea, and a really nice idea lore wise, but realistically I don't think this is going to play well, and I'm sure we're going to see lots of changes to him before and after he's released.

Also that concept art is just chefs kiss. It's so beautiful, with such clean lines and such an understandable concept. The facial expression is so cute and clean as well, and I already love them just from what I can see.

Oh, they are a they/them as well, so they're slaying.

Then there's 'Space Ranger', which is only a code name, and all we can call her so far ->

Again the beautiful concept art is literally making my drool, the lines are clean, it's understandable, conveys exactly what the artist wants.

I also love the unique UI of having the two guns above. It's also really thrilling to get more of a design perspective, for me at least. Even if I'm not going into the art industry (I'm taking a course to become a teacher after I gradate next year) it's still really exciting to be able to see the processes of it all. Now I can't help but imagine what the rest of the heroes concept art looked like when drawn onto the ss like the image above.

She's also a support by the way, so we support mains are being FED.

Next on my little list that I have here, is the hero mastery updates. Which are all for next year, so 2024.

The first point was that we'd be getting D.va, Lucio, Genji, Echo and Mei maps to master. I've 5 stared all the Mercy courses cos she's one of my mains, and my other is D.va sooooo can't wait to spend 20 hours on that haha.

They've also realised that it being solo can be a bit of an obstacle for groups, so they're adding a tower defence 3v3 vs bots mode. Every season the heroes on the roster for the mode will cycle out, as will the special rewards for completing the game mode every season. Basically, they're trying to make it as replayable every season as possible. Even with the heroes and reward cycles, I still have a sneaking suspicion this is going to end up slightly monotonous.

Here's a ss of the tower defence ->

It's not very clear and that's mb, I forgot to ss until too late lol.

Finally, the last big thing that they discussed was the new game mode 'Clash', plus the re-work of the Hanamura 2cp map for this game mode.

They basically described clash as 5cp, and even with this image it took me a while to get my head around it. Disclaimer, I am dyslexic though lol, so you'll probably get it faster than me.

Basically, (from what I understood from the dev's explanation) all five points will be lined up in a row on the map. When the game starts, team blue will posses 2 points and so will team red. Only point C will be available to cap, and it's a race to see who can claim the point first. Whoever claims the point will then push the enemy teams spawn room back a point, and the next point to claim will be either one to the right/left from the middle. The game ends when one team holds on the points, or the time runs out and whoever holds the most points win. The co-streamer I was watching alongside it said it resembled a tft game mode, but since I've never played tft I can't vouch for that.

I actually really like this idea, and it actually does remind me of 2cp quite a lot. It has a very nostalgic OW feeling just to the description.

Moving on, we have the Hanamura re-work, which is last, but not least.

They've adjusted the map in a way that supposedly makes it feel organic and not just a re-work of Hanamura itself. Basically, they've expanded off the main map, left some noticeable features and vibes to the map, and dropped the previous map into the background. It's a very smart way to evolve a map in all honesty.

This map has been designed specifically for Clash and will be called Hanaoko (sorry if I'm butchering that, they didn't write it down anywhere and only said the name).

Normally, I won't be too bothered to write so much about a new map, but bro this is Hanamura! I adore Hanumura, so, so, so much! I miss 2cp and all those maps so badly. It's nice to see them evolving the concept to incorporate those nostalgic elements for OW1 players.

What also interested me was that they talked more about the Hanamura lore. Naturally, there's a lot of it. With the Shimada brothers, the Hashimoto Shimada fight for dominance, and Kiriko with her Yokai gang. They specifically mentioned more lore for those three groups which got my very excited. They also mentioned, and I feel stupid for not noticing this cos it's obvious once it's pointed out), but all the dragons and tigers on the map are symbolic. They represent the struggle between the Shimada (dragons) and Hashimoto (tigers) clans when they're fighting. Like in this photo ->

So, it's official, we are being well and truly fed this Blizzcon. I can't wait for ranked to actually feel rewarding again.

Here's a random Tracer play from OW1 to finish of the post :)

[nyaagolor]

First up- I LOVE your analysis and lore and everything, and as the number one Geeta lover you are literally one of the only people who I would see write "Geeta team edit" and actually keep reading. Most of these are done in such bad faith, so thank you for just not. I DO however have a few thoughts.

I think Espathra as a lead is actually really good. The opportunist ability stops players from boosting at the start of the battle, lumina crash is an absolute menace, and espathra's association with being beautiful and viscous I think really fits the overall theme of Geeta and her team. I would love to see espathra running stored power, but that's a nitpick.

Armarouge/ceruledge are absolutely amazing picks and definitely should have been on the team, 100% agree. I think ceruledge would again fit her overall look and theme better.

Gholdengo...like I fully get what your saying about it being rare to find and a good choice in that sense, but I really think champion teams should show off their personality first and foremost. And gholdengo is so gotdamn silly, I just can't see it working with her team/vibe.

I actually really like gogoat tbh. Ik it's not a Paldean Mon but idk the rest of the team around it just really pulls it in thematically. Theres not a lot of reasoning here I just like it lmao. Same with veluza tbh, although again I think this one fits her theme really well. Also I despise rabsca. Personal opinion on that one lmao

10000000% agree about putting glimmora with Geeta in the same way as Nemona and pawmot, absolutely! And also making glimmora way harder to find in game, yes! I admit I did like finding out about the connection between Geeta and area zero after the fact, purely because it keeps Geeta relevant in the post game lmao. It's just nice to have her continue to be mentioned even while off screen and in theory done story-wise. I will say that glimmora can hit like a special truck, and I personally love using it as an ace/sweeper, but again thats my preference. I find it's actually kinda wasted potential using it for just set up. The ability is honestly more of a nice bonus than something to hinge the whole strat on.

That's all! Again, love your analysis sososo much! I just read it and got thoughts and wanted to share because I am constantly rotating Geeta and her team in my mind. And also like. The aesthetic and the theme are sooooo important

hiii thank u!! Talking about Geeta in any capacity is a goddamn nightmare bc there's like a 50% chance that if you don't have a giant blocklist someone is gonna come into ur notifs like "well um Actually" about something. We in the trenches out here. Anyway

Espathra: So a few people have pointed out that Espathra fits her really well either as an lead or just for the vibes and after thinking about it I'm inclined to agree. I didn't include it at first because it's Tulip's Paldea ace and I hate repeats but tbh? Tulip can find another psychic type. Geeta gets the bird now. Maybe that's why Tulip hates her so much

Celruedge: So I uh. Actually made a slight mistake in my original post. I meant to update it so she always has a Celruedge bc Mela has an Amarogue and then forgot to update the post before it posted so. Oops! Anyway yeah agreed Celruedge is cooler for this

Gholdengo: Imma be real with you I hate this thing. I included it on her team because no one else uses it and it would be a fun surprise but also I hate it. It doesn't fit her vibes whatsoever and I just wanna know Why it looks like that. A debateably necessary evil

The only reason Gogoat isn't in this team is bc I made a rule that they had to be exclusively Paldean pokemon. I am her Gogoat's number one fan I am ride or die for that thing. Giving him a little kiss on the forehead. I'm a Geeta's Gogoat apologist

I don't know anything about comp but I have friends that do and they mentioned Glimmora being her ace would require a lot of teambuilding around it which I don't know how to do nor do I want to. Lead or ace or whatever-- it's her little guy

Thanks for the ask!!

[lunareiitic]

Limbus Orientation #6: Match Made In Hell

[The One Who Grips] Faust || [The One Who Shall Grip] Sinclair

The post you've all been waiting for. Welcome back to Limbus Orientation, the series where I, your host, talk about Limbus Company units, what they do, and how you might use them.

Today, we're talking about the N-Corp duo that takes Toxic Relationship and gives new and horrific meaning: Kromer and N-Sinclair. Two powerful but quirky units on their own, one of which gets exponentially better in the presence of the other. Let's dig into it.

To see why they're so good together, we're gonna structure this analysis a little differently: let's look at both of their deck compositions first.

Faust has a deck of 3 Envy, 2 Lust, 1 Pride. Sinclair has a deck of 3 Gloom, 2 Lust, 1 Wrath. Now, why are these good? Sinclair enables Faust to slam her best EGO: Fluid Sac with impunity. When fielding N-Faust, her largest flaw is the only Ego she can charge on her own is the (admittedly amazing) single target Hex Nail. With no Gloom in her kit, she needs teammates who can provide that resource to her, which is a pretty hefty cost. Sinclair's most recent Ego, Lifetime Stew, unfortunately can't be full charged by just him and Faust (which is where N-Don would come in). We'll talk more about why Lifetime Stew was made for this Sinclair specifically a bit later.

Let's look at how these combined decks play with the other N-Corp Passives, shall we?

With all of this Lust, we have a pretty solid way of procing Faust's Whistles, which restores SP to two units and grants them Fanatic if they're N-Corp, already a solid power on its own. N-Heathcliff's Support passive Cantillation makes units inflict more Nails, a key feature of the N-IDs. Both of Don's passives are Lust, Hammer of Zealotry in particular being useful for any N-Corp team comp. With Sinclair's one Wrath card there's the potential for Meursault's Highest Honor and Rodya's Rising Faith in the right team comps.

Now, we move into Sinclair's kit, which is a doozy. (Thank you Prydwen for having all this up so I don't have to take in game screenshots.)

Note how both of his passives are Wrath Owned, not Wrath Resonance. You can easily use his Wrath card twice and have Mad Flame active the entire time. And I'm sure you're wondering: "Why in the name of god does Sinclair lose SP for everything? Didn't we just get an update to make having high SP important?" and the answer is yes, yes we did. But therein lies the beauty of this design. Sinclair needs to be low on SP for his various skills to work. This is doubly important if running Lifetime Stew on Sinclair, which has this as its passive:

His Lust skill will inflict eleven burn and +1 Burn Count if every coin hits tails. It'll do a flat 10% damage more if he's Fanatic, which he can give himself from his Gloom card, or the plethora of sources in other N-Corp units. Like N-Faust, who will guaranteed proc Whistles on him as his SP drops constantly, and he gets less SP from doing well.

Between Papa Bongy and N-Sinclair and N-Faust's kits, this signals to me that moving forward we are going to be getting content that has SP manipulation as a feature, and Sinclair will thrive in those environments. Faust's Whistles, Representation Emitter and Fluid Sac all act essentially as panic buttons to keep your Sinclair from Corroding, as to use him effectively you need to keep him on the verge of losing it. So if you have him, you might want to invest in him now in case he ends up being broken later.

But, how do we use these two together?

Now, there are the easy option: Full N-Corp squad. Give Sinclair and Faust N-Don, N-Rodya and N-Heathcliff as on-field teammates, and then N-Meursault off-field for Highest Honor support and watch the sparks fly. Spam Lifetime Stew on Don and Heathcliff and clean house with Fluid Sac and Representation emitter if things look die. Easy, easy, easy.

But what if I told you there's a funnier team comp that makes incredible use of these two... in Mirror Dungeons? I present to you: Burn Boys (Gender Neutral)! All three Liu identities: L-Meursault, L-Gregor, and L-Hong Lu all have burn effects in their kits. They even have complementary decks with these two, with plentiful Wrath and Lust, and even Sloth and Gloom to round things out. While there is not a single Gluttony card between them, if one gets Blue Zippo Lighter or Coffee And Cranes, this could be alleviated instantly. However, we don't care about any of that. We care about four Gifts in particular.

Pinpoint Logic Circuit and Fiery Down not only make the four boys with burn even better, they give Faust free burn on two of her three cards (which make up 5/6 of her deck). Hellterfly's Dream then passes that burn onto other units, and within a turn most of the time you have met the conditions for Ashes to Ashes, creating a Burning Positive Feedback Loop. Hong Lu inflicts more burn at high SP, which Faust's passive and two EGOs enable, making this synergy even more viable. Given that everyone in this team does Blunt and/or Pierce damage, the Blunt/Pierce Vulnerability granted by Faust's Gaze debuff is appreciated and sometimes necessary depending on the enemies the Mirror Dungeon lays out. Given that L-Gregor and L-Meursault were in the game at launch, and L-Hong Lu was a featured 2 star on a different, very meta banner (and is literally rate up on a banner right now next to N-Sinclair), there's a good chance you already have these three.

So if you managed to pull these two (or did what I did and had to horde like 200 boxes each for them) congratulations, you have one of the most dynamic and insane duos in Limbus Company at the moment. Happy theorycrafting and teambuilding!

[hidingupmysleeve]

Arizona Trip 🌵☀️ February 17-23, 2024

I’m a bit late on recapping this trip, but I wanted to document it as it was just so good. Kate @colorado-wildflowers and I planned a trip to Phoenix, AZ to escape the winter blues.

Day 1: We met up with Alex @flowers-justbecause who I had never met before. She was awesome and little did I know how supportive (literally and figuratively) she’d be. We hiked Picketpost Mountain in Superior, AZ. This hike is rated difficult and boy… was it. It wasn’t marked well and there was high elevation which I’ve dealt with pleanty of times before, but I was not prepared for the rock scrambling that ensued. Kate caught some gnarly pictures of Alex and I scaling the mountain and seeing it from her prospective was wild to me (pic #8). There was a point in the climb that I almost was in tears (a first for me), but with the help of Alex and Kate, I was able to move past that. Alex even let me use her shoe as a “rock peg” during some of the climb, and I had just met her! Overall it was such a fun day and I felt badass afterward.

Day 2: We did an awesome hike at Lost Dutchman State Park. This park was so cool with numerous rock formations. This was on Presidents’ Day, and there were many people here. This hike even had a baby waterfall, but due to the temps of the desert, we could barely see it. This hike just had a lot of variety and I loved the loop as we were able to trek downhill afterward. Much needed after the day prior’s tough hike. Afterward, I picked up a coffee mug and magnet at the gift shop. We then got vegan chorizo tacos and relaxed in the hot tub at a spa across the street from our airbnb. Our air bnb host comped us free day passes to the spa due to their condo’s tub being out of service.

Day 3: We went to Saguaro Lake and did paddle boarding! The lake was beautiful. Kate even saw a wild desert pig. I couldn’t get over being in 70s and sunshine in the middle of February. I was truly basking in all its glory. After paddle boarding, we went and saw the most gorgeous sunset at “Hole in the Rock”. Definitely a touristy area, but beautiful and worth doing, nonetheless.

Day 4: We met up with Alex again and did a small hike at White Tank Mountain Regional Park. This place was fully paved and just so well maintained. Kate and Alex did a sunrise hike at Camelback Mountain, so an “easier” hike was perfect. The views did not disappoint. We also saw a bunch of petroglyphs! After that, we had such a wholesome/cute Taylor Swift Eras tour movie night. Alex brought her bracelet-making kits, and we made friendship bracelets. I made a bracelet that said “glorious sunrise” from one of my favorite songs of hers, Happiness.

Day 5: Our last day consisted of a hike at South Mountain, which is a park 10 minutes from our airbnb! It was the perfect way to end our trip. There were some cool caves (Dead Man’s pass) and amazing views of Phoenix. We then went to the Desert Botanical Garden. I’ve never seen so many cool-looking cactus before. Speaking of which, I got hand-made cactus in their gift shop and added it to my bookshelf. I love picking up cool trinkets on my trips. I found the perfect place for it on my bookshelf.

This trip was seriously everything I wanted it to be and more. Kate did such a fabulous job planning it (she is the desert queen) and I had such a fun time spending the week with her in the sunshine blasting Bright Eyes and Taylor Swift with the windows down. Oh, it was a wonderful splash.

[lilypadlys]

Domestic December Day 28 - Comforting Them

Primo comforts a new sibling of sin

Notes: CW for reference to unsafe/unhealthy households. Nothing graphic/explict. Prompt list by comp-lady. See prompt list here

Comfort from Peepaw below the cut or on AO3

Primo strolls through his gardens quietly. Just taking in the pleasant scenery. The cool air is a nice break from the oppressive heat of the summer but he knows the bite of winter threatens with every passing day. Best to enjoy the flowers while they last, leaves already beginning to don their red and gold hues.

He stops to admire his towering rose bush. It’s his pride and joy. He planted it years ago when he was first made charge of the ministry’s botanicals. He’s nurtured it ever since into a massive hedge of blooms. Out of all the flowers the garden has to offer, these are the most beautiful and only Primo himself is allowed to tend to it and cut flowers from it. To receive a rose from his prize bush is to have earned his deep affections. Only a handful of siblings and ghouls have received that honor.

Eventually he continues his walk. He checks on the daisies and reapplies the pest repellent salve he made to dissuade further damage to their leaves. He waters the pollinator plants, happy to see bees buzzing around even this late in the season. He makes a note to ask the earth ghouls to prune one of the branches of the oak tree. He hates to do it and risk harming the tree, but the branch overhangs the ministry building. If it were to come down in a storm, it could damage the roof.

He’s just about made his rounds when he comes across a sibling of sin, seated on one of the benches under the weeping willow. He nearly misses you, the hanging foliage creating a living curtain. It’s your quiet sobs that gives you away. Carefully, he parts the leaves and moves over to you. Your back is to him so you don’t see him approach.

Standing a couple paces away Primo softly calls out to you.

“I’m very sorry to intrude,” He starts, and winces as you flinch and whorl around in surprise.

Your eyes get huge as you see who’s addressing you. You scramble to your feet and bow your head in polite greeting.

“Hello Papa.” You can’t quite hide the slight waver in your voice nor the red puffiness of your eyes from crying.

“Hello Y/N” Primo recognizes you as a new member of the ministry. You joined only a few months back but had taken interest in the gardens so he’s spoken with you several times before.

“Ah, yes! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-”

He stops you with a wave of his hand. “What are you apologizing for giovane? You have done nothing wrong sì?”

You shake your head. “No…”

“Then, may I ask what’s wrong?”

“I…uh…” You freeze, uncertain.

Primo gives you an encouraging smile. “Only if you would like, giovane.” He amends. “I do not wish to overstep.”

You sigh and shrug. “I’m just homesick is all.”

“Ah, sì. I understand. Being away from home and one’s family can be sad.”

“It’s just,” You sniffle. “I can’t even go home. It’s not that I can’t afford to travel…” You tack on that last part when you sense Primo is about to offer to help. “It’s…”

You trail off, unsure whether you should be talking about this. In front of a Papa for Satan’s sake. But Primo’s look of genuine concern and care makes you want to divulge everything.

“It’s not really safe for me to go home.” You admit. “I finally got out of there and I thought everything would be better, but now…how am I homesick?”

“Oh, I am sorry cara. It is nothing wrong with you. It is just a longing for the familiar that makes you feel this way.” Primo soothes. “I’m sorry you have been made to feel this way. Just know that you are safe now and will always be welcome here.”

You turn your head a little to hide how your eyes are watering all over again. Primo pretends not to notice.

“Thank you Papa.” You say finally. “Can I…uh…are you okay with hugs?” You look up at Primo shyly.

“Of course-” The words have barely left his mouth before you wrap your arms around his torso and press your face to his chest. He just smiles and gently rubs your back. He stands there as long as you need. Holding you; giving you much needed physical reassurance. It’s only when you release your own arms that he releases his.

“Thank you Papa.” You say again, this time with the beginnings of a smile on your face.

“Of course giovane. You may call me Primo if you wish.”

You smile fully. “Thank you Primo.”

“Is there anything I can do to help?”

You wave your hands in embarrassment. “Oh no! You’ve already done enough.”

“Alright. But don’t hesitate to ask if anything comes up.”

“Okay. Thank you again Papa-I mean Primo.”

Primo bids you adieu and you head back inside looking considerably lighter. He’s happy to have helped but sad that you’ve been carrying so much weight for so long; bottled up it would seem. He meant it when he said he would be willing to help and that you have a home here. He heads back inside after making one more round of his garden. Then he heads to his office to compose a letter.

You set down the book on gardening that you had been reading when you hear a knock on the door of your room. You open the door to a ghoul, one you recognized as an earth ghoul on the garden crew. They’re not much for words, just handing you a letter and a single rosebud, bowing, and turning to leave.

After thanking them, you return to your chair and open the letter. Inside is a kind note from Primo. And better yet, an offer for you to join the team of siblings that assist him in taking care of the gardens. You seek him out immediately, and gratefully accept.

[pbandjesse]

I did a really really bad job sleeping last night. After being so exhausted all day I was hoping I could go to sleep at a normal time but not. 3am. It was not a fun night. I had a horribly runny nose and a burning throat and I was just so uncomfortable. I could only breathe if I was sitting up. I was just having a pretty bad time. I tried reading for a while. And that helped a little but I was just not having fun. I did get to sleep eventually but it was a horrible struggle.

I woke up at 9 and felt. Fine. Not amazing. It felt like I was swallowing glass but mentally I was alright. I was looking forward to hanging out with Jess.

She was having a tough morning and thought she might be running late. But that was fine with me. I got washed and dressed and then wasn't sure what to do because I didn't know if she was ready to go yet.

So I made the decision to go wait on the car for a minute. And then I left. She would only be s few minutes behind me and it all worked out.

It was a pretty nice drive to Havre De Grace. I thought I hadn't been there before but it turned out it was near the decoy duck museum James took me to years ago. But this town was so cute.

I parked and read an article and then Jess was pulling in a few cars away from me. I was so happy to see her.

We would go to the vintage cafe. And at first it was nice and quiet but it would pretty quickly get incredibly loud for such a small space. I still really enjoyed our conversations and it was fun.

She got an omelet and I got a grilled cheese. We shared our potatoes (home fries and french fries). And it was a nice cheap little meal.

When we finished we would head down the street to one of the antique malls. There were a handful in this town which is very cool and gives us a good reason to come back.

This place was huge. And I had so much fun looking around. It is always interesting seeing how many of the same thing you fine, and how many weird things you find.

We also just had good funds today. Jess collects a specific type of basket. Or rather a specific brand. And she was looking for a larger one. She would find it, plus two medium sized ones. She also got a very cool candle holder. I would find some presious lilly of the valley wall hooks that will be perfect for the bathroom in the new house.

I would also find a little Boyd's bear panda. And a beautiful pressed flower bracelet. I wasn't sure I was going to actually get the bracelet but me and Jess were being really good about checking comp prices for everything on eBay and this bracelet was going to $110 so I was getting an amazing deal. And I love it. It's the state flower too so I love that.

We were having a lot of fun. Laughing at weird stuff. Like the double toilet bathroom. And just being silly and having a good time.

Once we were done there we paid and went to drop the bags off at the car. Then across the street to a retro reproduction and dead stock/pyrex store. She got a very cool pyrex shirt and I liked that people are using circuit machines to put Pyrex patterns on cups. I didn't find one I love but it's going on the wishlist for sure.

We decided we were antiqued out but we wanted to go to good will still. We would have to drive 15 minutes to go there. Which was fine except a big truck was parked behind me unloaded and I was kind of trapped. I was able to maneuver out, with no thanks to some guy making illegal moves to get the parking spot next to me. But I got out and was able to follow Jess to Aberdeen .

This wasn't an amazing goodwill. But Jess found a sweet jacket. I was a little horrified by some of the prices. Like $50 for a shitty scratched up skateboard. But it was still fun to look around.

We saw there was a restore across the street so we went to look there next. A very good selection but mostly just for ideas for us. Jess says she has most of the furniture she needs now. So it will be me searching for things once we move.

We didn't find the accordion wall hooks she was looking for but that's alright. She would find some online later.

We hugged and said goodbye. And we both headed home. I was getting tired.

The drive home kind of sucked. Some traffic but I just started feeling very very bad. Like head cold bad. Like I'm feeling very sick bad. It was kind I got hit with a brick wall. I desperately wanted to be home.

When I got back here I was excited to see I had a package. I had ordered new Minnetonka boots. And they are great and will keep my feet nice and warm.

After putting things away I got changed into my sweatsuit and laid down. I did not let myself sleep. I want to sleep tonight at a normal time. So I kept myself awake. And was just kind of miserable and not feeling well.

I waited for James to come home.

When they got back they babied me a bit. And would make sure I was alright before doing their short podcast episode for the night. And then they went to go and get us pizza. I got mine with broccoli. We don't really want to be eating out so much but we have no oven and no stove and it's very annoying. We have reached out to Tina and hopefully she solves this quick.

I had a few documents I had to send to the mortgage people. So that took some of my focus. And eventually I took a bath and scrolled on my phone which is not the safest but I was careful.

And now I am just. So tired. And very uncomfortable. I'm going to take a NyQuil and hopefully I can sleep and be well tomorrow. I'm not holding my breath because I think I have a cold. But I will try my best to take care of myself.

I hope you all sleep well tonight. I love you all. Goodnight!

[aimeeleighgemstone-greatest-hits]

Worker’s Comp Doesn't Cover Everything

Word count: 555 Summary: Gideon’s terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day

Gideon was about a month into his first gig as an actual stuntman. He'd gotten jobs as an extra here and there, but he immediately took to doing stunts like a duck to water ("Nimble, like a beautiful little jockey" his agent liked to say). But something was off.

The long days on set were finally starting to wear him down. Everything hurt, he kept missing cues, maybe he was starting to get a cold too. Gideon just needed to push himself through his last scene of the day. Just one more scene. He was so focused on hyping himself up for the take that he had missed the director calling action. A thud reverberated through the set as Gideon took a roundhouse kick directly to the head. He still wasn’t sure what had happened as he was laid out.

“CUT CUT CUT” the boy heard through the ringing in his ears. From the ground, he saw his scene partner paralyzed with shock and the director and medics rushing to him. No broken bones or blood (thank god), but he did get his bell rung. "Kid, you're good for the day. I think it's a wrap for everyone." the director said from above him in an attempt to disperse the crowd that had formed around the poor kid. If he wasn’t as dazed, Gideon would’ve scoffed. He was not a kid. “I'm fine, really. I'm good for another take." The statement was immediately retracted when he stood and the ringing in his ears got so violent that he heaved into the nearest trash can. "No. No, you aren't. Go get checked out, try not to die, and talk to Linda in HR tomorrow about worker’s comp, okay?" Gideon was burning under the entire crew's pitiful stares. With a nod, he left to silently collect his belongings from the trailer and made his way back to his one-bedroom apartment. Alone. Just like every other day since he got here.

Gideon wanted his mom. The Gemstones could’ve afforded to hire nannies or au pairs when he was growing up, but Amber always took pride in caring for her boys. She attended every PTA meeting at her sons' private school, she had a cooler of capri suns and orange slices at every soccer game, and she’d immediately patch them up when they’d fall off their dirt bikes. She even went as far as to give her eldest son her shoebox of cash that she’d always kept tucked in the back of one of her massive closets “in case of emergency” when her husband could no longer look at their apostate son. In his concussed state, Gideon half-expected his mom to come in and nag him for not going to urgent care to get properly checked out.

He somehow made himself small in his closet-sized apartment, curled up in a ball on the floor of the bathroom, a white-knuckle grip on his phone. Gideon almost dialed her number when the screen went dim. He knew he’d put his foot in his mouth the night his parents disowned him. He wasn’t nearly as grown as he tried to convince them (and himself). Nineteen-year-old Gideon Elijah Gemstone was still a just kid and in that moment he needed his momma to tell him everything was going to be okay.

A/N: I finally finished after 6 months, but what a crazy 6 months it’s been!! My landlord sold my place, I moved to a whole different state, I fell down the stairs and broke my ankle while moving into my new place, I learned the truth about some big family secrets, and I dropped my phone in a sewer grate and had to get a new one. Anyway, sorry it is so short. My writing is rusty and I doubt I will be writing on the regular, but I still wanted to post this. It has been glaring at me in my drafts since March. It’s a bit funny. I started writing this as the finale of season 2 aired and now they’re filming season 3. The other day someone followed my main and liked all of my Gemstones posts so I knew that at least someone would still be interested. I still have a few other ideas I may work on but we’ll see if I finish them.

[cotarded]

I got really fascinated by some tags you left on a post a few days ago-regarding female anatomy. Would you mind to elaborate a bit? You spoke about how the myth of it is hard to buy, how its all concentrated around reproduction and is a handicap in a way. I wonder what made come to those conslusions and why (just for the record i am asking because i think you put into words something i have felt since so long). Its annoying to always hear how beautiful it is because its able to carry childen to the world (among other things) which just makes me feel like i live in a specialised incubator, not a body. not for me but to sustain something…

Of course, I love to run my mouth. And I'm in the middle of studying for the obgyn part of my finals so it's very topical for me rn.

For context, I assume this is the post and tags you mean:

I’ve been thinking it over for the last few days, sorting through what I know and what I feel and why, and how to say it best and I haven't really arrived at anything brilliant or groundbreaking but here are some more of my thoughts on the topic.

Our reproductive system and reproductive organs are geared for - as the name suggests - reproduction. We evolved to successfully bear and raise offspring, and I feel it’s naive to deny that. Menstrual cycle and periods exist solely as means to reproduction - you don’t need a menstrual cycle to be a healthy woman; you need sex hormones, yes, because organisms evolve as a whole and everything has seven hundred different functions, but you do not need the cycle and periods, not unless you want to have a child. 

And the menstrual cycle is fucking annoying. I’m not even particularly unlucky - my periods are average, I’m only in pain for 2 days and it’s easily manageable with OTC painkillers - but I can tell it affects me, it makes me feel bad, I’m less productive, I’m sure you know what I mean. 

It’s a handicap because our bodies redirect insane efforts and energy towards making us pregnant every month. It’s a handicap because we are in pain and not doing our best 1/10 to 1/5 of our lives. It’s a handicap because we live in a male-dominated society and must keep up. As @iorvethh said, biology fucked us over pretty spectacularly, because we bear the brunt of reproduction.

I understand very well what you mean about living in a specialised incubator - I’ve always felt like woman’s position as a person is in a very tentative one, especially during pregnancy, but also throughout her whole life. I remember being a child and learning that I had to get a rubella shot because getting rubella during pregnancy can be dangerous for a baby, and I felt sick in a way I couldn’t quite express. I still do, even now that I understand the public health part of vaccines - it felt like an assumption, a violation of sorts - „you Will get pregnant and we want that child to be healthy”.  Or even a threat - “you might not want to get pregnant, but it’s not like it’s impossible, is it? Better be prepared for that thing that can Always happen to you.” It was an act on my body done on behalf of another, confident that I’m okay with that. It felt like that hypothetical child, years in the future, was already more important than me.

And the worst part is that it isn’t only society - my body does not care I don’t want to get pregnant. It will keep on trucking, trying to make me so, every month. I was build around it, from the day I was born I’ve been carrying my potential children in me and it feels like everyone and everything sees just them, not me. I look down and can recite how each and every part of me is made for that singular purpose. 

The mythos of the female body, of motherhood, of creation, is attractive to me as a concept, a story, and I do feel good about stuff my body can do - I find it valuable and fascinating how we are the more resilient ones, the ones who survive disasters to rebuild society, the key to human survival. When you study it, there’s really nothing in males that can compare - but then you go outside, into the real world and realise that in everyday life in our society all that cool stuff is hardly a boon. 

Female biology is cooler on a conceptual level - we are the main characters of the human race - but the thing about main characters is that it’s more fun to read about one than to be one. We are cooler and more important than males and we are paying the price in blood. 

[sapphireginger]

Paw Patrol: Chapter #7

Summary:

The wolf whined softly. “Please don’t go. Please stay.” “I told you I would stay but I won’t stay in the same bed with you. I can’t.” ‘I can't give in, can't let you in, can't dip my toes in or dive in because I'll never want to leave. Don’t ask this of me because I know I’ll give in,’ Stiles thought to himself.

AO3 Link

@badthingshappenbingo

Prompt: Depression

Everything seemed so bleak to Peter now and he just felt at a loss of what to do. The last thing he wanted to do was give up on courting Stiles but really it seemed foolish to hope when he so clearly wasn’t interested anymore. Peter didn’t blame him either. What man, supe, or being alive would even deign to consider courting someone who had brought them poison even if they were ignorant of the trauma associated with it?

The wolf snorted and downed three shots of wolfsbane laced tequila. He put his hand up to get the bartender’s attention. “Another round.”

“You sure buddy? That was your fourth round,” the bartender said with a quirked brow that Peter interpreted as judgmental.

“I’m sure that you shouldn’t question a man who is trying to forget who he is just for one night.”

The bartender quirked his other brow as he gathered another round. Before setting them in front of the morose wolf he asked, “What’s got you so desperate to forget?”

Peter huffed and realized he wouldn’t get his alcohol until he answered. “I tried to court the man I love, and I fucked it up so badly that there is no way to salvage it.”

“How do you know?”

“How do I know what?”

“How do you know that you can’t salvage it?”

Peter huffed a bitter laugh. “Because despite my best intentions behind my gift of court, he was furious with me. My daughter still gets to see her friends of course but I don’t get to be close to him anymore and I hate it.” The wolf wasn’t fond of how loose his tongue felt at the moment.

“What did you get him that made him so furious?”

Deciding that he might as well just bare his soul for how low his inhibitions were, Peter launched into the whole story. He told the bartender how he had carefully selected the best strains of Catnip, Foxglove and Wolfsbane, how he had used the evidence garnered by observing the twins and the man himself, how he had narrowed down what werecreature the man he wanted to court was and chose his gift based on that. 

“It sucks because this man is beautiful, smart, gorgeous, loyal, fierce, smells so fucking good and he’s like so much more.” Peter scrunched up his nose at his usage of the word like. “Do you know what he did the first time we went to his shop?”

The bartender was washing a couple glasses and tilted his head. “Nope. What did he do?”

Peter sniffed. “He calmed my daughter down from a panic attack. The scent of lavender was overwhelming and so soothing. I wanted to bury my nose in his pale throat and just inhale his natural scent.” Had the wolf not already realized he was talking to a shifter, he’d be horrified at how easily he was revealing his status.

With a small smirk the bartender gestured to the remaining shot glasses. “Are you still planning to forget?”

The wolf stared at the two seemingly harmless shots, as if they were mocking him and growled in annoyance. The fight left him, and he slumped forward, resting his chin on his crossed arms on the bar top. “No. Maybe. I don’t know.”

“Well, how about I comp those and you don’t have to pay for them either way, whether or not you drink them.”

“Why would you do that?”

The bartender shrugged. “Why not? You’re having a rough go of it dude.”

Peter nodded and sighed. “I don’t know what to do,” he mumbled.

“Have you talked to the guy?”

“Nope. He won’t even look at me and the last time I saw him, he slammed the door in my face. I just want to love him, and I can’t when I’m on ice.”

The bartender watched as the wolf downed the last two shots and then proceeded to bury his head in his arms. He shook his head as he pulled out his phone with a smirk on his face. 

[Theo] Hey Jax? Remember that wolf that tried to court Bambi? [Jax] Yeah. What about him?

Theo looked at the wolf and felt a small pang of pity and empathy for him. 

[Theo] He’s a lovesick puppy dude. Seriously. [Jax] He’s there? [Theo] Yep. Just told me everything and the poor guy is a mess.  [Jax] Sounds like someone else we know. [Theo] Exactly. What do you think about calling our furry friend for a Lunar Lift? [Jax] Oh, he’s going to hate you so much. [Theo] Maybe, but he’ll thank me later. [Jax] You’re an asshole. You’re lucky Stilinskis don’t break their promises. Don’t come crying to me when he kicks your ass. [Theo] You just wish you’d thought of it first.

Theo moved over to his chat thread with Stiles and shot off a text.

[Theo] Hey Bambi. I got a Lunar Lift request for you. [Stiles] Seriously dude? It’s after one in the morning. [Theo] And? We both know you wouldn’t have replied if you weren’t still up. [Stiles] Well, yeah but only because the twins are with Ally and Izzy tonight and I had some potions to work on. How bad is the supe?

Theo glanced at Peter who was mumbling and sniffling. 

[Theo] Morose. Depressed. Mumbling. Crying. He’s a mess dude. Doesn’t that just pull on your heartstrings? [Stiles] I hate you. [Theo] Love you too.

Ever since Theo had opened up the Lupine Legend Lounge, Stiles had always helped get people who were plastered home for him. Stiles himself wasn’t a drinker and therefore was always sober enough to do the Lunar Lift. He didn’t want to come after everything that happened with Peter, the twins learning about their mother and so on, but he made a promise and Stilinskis never broke their promises. Thankfully the twins were with their aunt and uncle tonight and other than a couple vials remaining, Stiles had completed his potion work to fulfill all the orders he had received.

So, with a sigh, he grabbed his keys, his phone, and his wallet. Then he pulled on his jacket and shoes. After making sure the house was locked, he hopped in Roscoe and headed to the bar. Once he arrived, he left his jacket in the jeep and headed inside. Without his jacket he was in just a white t-shirt that showed off toned muscles and tattooed arms. The ink honed his magic, his spark abilities but it also looked cool and each of them represented something important to him.

He caught sight of Theo and made his way over. “Hey. So, where’s the—”

“Stiles?”

Stiles froze and the look he gave Theo was so full of anger that Theo actually took a step back and raised his hands placatingly. ‘I’m going to kill you for this,’ Stiles mouthed. 

Theo gulped and turned to help the last few customers. 

The scent hit Stiles as he turned to face the man who had called to him. Peter was drunk as a fucking skunk, and it made Stiles’s gut clench uncomfortably. He himself didn’t like alcohol and never drank which made him the perfect person to call when it came to picking up the drunk skunks—or drunk pups in Peter's case. “Peter,” he ground out. 

Peter smiled slightly and then sniffled. “You said my name.”

Stiles scrunched up his nose and furrowed his brow. “Uh, yeah? Is that a bad thing?”

“Oh, not at all but you never look at me or talk to me anymore. I miss you.”

A light blush formed on Stiles’s cheeks and when he glanced at Theo to renew his threat, the man simply quirked a brow and gave him a knowing look. Of course, the coyote had thought this through and had decided he’d had enough of Stiles’s own moping and pining. Whatever. “All right, well let’s get you home, Peter wolf.”

Peter stilled and shook his head. “No.”

“No?”

“No.”

“Why the hell not?”

“Because then you’ll leave again.”

Stiles pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed in exasperation. “I won’t leave until you’re sober enough to be left alone.”

Peter hiccupped and cleared his throat. “What about Cas and Reyn?”

“They are with their aunt and uncle this weekend. So, I’m all yours for—” Stiles cut off and shook his head, hating how he felt so out of sorts. “Let’s go. If you’re not with me when I reach my jeep, I’ll leave you here.” He spun and marched towards the door confidently until he felt the heat of the wolf right behind him. Stiles wasn’t sure what it said that he left his back facing Peter as they made their way to his jeep.

Once the wolf was in the passenger seat of the jeep, Stiles got in and started it up. He knew where Peter lived by heart now and started in that direction, doing his level best to ignore the way he could feel the wolf’s gaze boring into the side of his face. He was so torn right now. A part of him wanted to preen at having the man’s attention solely on him while the other part of him was just anxious to get away.

They arrived at Peter’s house before long and Stiles merely nodded at Cora when she answered the door, quirking her brow in question. Stiles didn’t give any answer to the hundreds of questions he could read in her eyes. She left and went next door to her own house, leaving Stiles to get Peter settled. True to his word he didn’t leave the wolf alone, but he did put his foot down when Peter tried to get him to snuggle in the wolf’s bed.

“No, Peter.”

The wolf whined softly. “Please don’t go. Please stay.”

“I told you I would stay but I won’t stay in the same bed with you. I can’t.” ‘I can't give in, can't let you in, can't dip my toes in or dive in because I'll never want to leave. Don’t ask this of me because I know I’ll give in,’ Stiles thought to himself.

“Okay,” the wolf whispered, releasing Stiles’s hand as the amber eyed man headed to the hallway. “Stiles?”

Said man paused with his hand on the door jam and glanced back at the sleepy wolf. “Yes, Peter?”

“I love you. Thank you for this dream.”

Before Stiles could say anything in response, Peter was sound asleep, leaving the weretiger spark frozen in shock. He tried to ignore the warmth spreading through him at the love confession, but it was nearly impossible. He sank down onto the couch in the living room downstairs and clutched at his chest. “He loves me,” he whispered, his ears popping out and his chest rumbling with a pleased purr. That was how he fell asleep after shooting a text to Ally and Izzy about what had happened.