#fun fact! this is very loosely based on an experience i had. to this day i'm still not sure if that snake was venomous or not.

[mintjeru]

happy birthday yuder!! you aren't alone anymore

✨ turning fanweek ✨

day 6 yuder's birthday | free day

open for better quality | no reposts

[foster-the-moths]

protip: always identify a snake before approaching it, let alone picking it up.

(a little comic based on my headcannons post)

[coff33notforme]

HECK YEAH ANOTHA WELCOME HOME WRITER!! Also! The fact you also like tf2 makes you literally the best. Anyways I was wondering if you could write a Wally x GNreader (scenario,hcs, really whatever you feel like writing, I’m not picky!!) but where the reader has BPD, so they’re really awkward, gets embarrassed, anger issues…etc!!

thanks so much neighbor!! I hope you have a good day bud! Make sure to drink water and keep yourself healthy! Toodles!!

A/n: AAA, Thank you so much for the compliment and for the request! I had a lot of fun writing this! This is my first time writing for Wally and since there is not a lot of characterization for him yet I kinda just loosely based this off what I thought he might be like, so yeah. But I hope you enjoy none the less! ^^

Disclaimer: there might be some inaccurate depictions of BPD since I do not have this disorder, I did some research before I wrote this, but it still might not be true to the experience of everyone with BPD

Pairing: Wally darling and gn Reader (This can be read as Romantic or Platonic!)

At first Wally had noticed small things about you, things that you made you stick out from the rest of his colorful friends

Wally had observed you from afar, interacting with the other neighbors, but you seemed to be acting different then everyone else in the group

You were stiff, your speech awkward and your movements seemed to be stifled in a way that made you seem very robotic 

And for the majority of the time you were in the group you seemed to be quiet, but by the way you stood it seemed like you always had something to say but you bite your tongue, letting the words die on your lips

Until you and your neighbors had parted ways, Wally watched as you walked away your shoulders seemed tense and a frustrated scowl rested on your face, this confused Wally, you seemed to be fine a couple minutes ago?

What had happened to upset you in such a short amount of time

Wally was intrigued by you, it's in his nature to be curious after all

Intrigued by this sudden ripple of change in your behavior Wally set out to ask you exactly what had bothered you

Wally walked the steps to your small home, giving a quiet knock to your wooden door,not wanting to disturb you incase you were still upset

Silence stretched out through your seemingly empty house, before the door creaked open, your face peeking out from behind the door

“Hello?” 

“Hello neighbor, do you mind if I come in?” Wally's cheerful voice rang out through your weary home, your tired eyes shifted behind you to your messy house, before you glanced back to the to the eager puppet in front of you

“Uh, I don’t know my house is kind of a mess right now.” Wally simply let out a light chuckle

“Mess doesn’t bother me at all.” You hesitated, sighing as you reluctantly opened the door as the colorful man stepped inside, glancing around your dreary home

“You have a lovely home friend.” 

You gave an exhausted smile

“Thank you Wally, that's sweet. And I don’t mean to be rude, what brings you over here?” you ask, rubbing your arms anxiously 

Wally took note of your sudden change in emotion

“Well, I don’t mean to stick my nose where it doesn't belong, but I couldn't help but notice you seem so…for the lack of a better word ‘strange’, whenever you speak to others.” 

You winced at the mention of your behavior

Wally took notice of this and immediately corrected himself

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for that to sound insensitive, what I meant is that I was simply concerned for your sudden change in your behavior, and was wondering if there was anything that upset you?” he offered a quiet explanation 

You shook your head, your eyes shifting to the floor

“It’s not important, don’t worry about it.” 

Unimpressed by this answer, Wally pushed a bit further

“If there's anything wrong, I want you to feel like you can talk to me, I’m not just a neighbor, I’m a friend.” 

He paused for a moment 

“Of course, there's no pressure, you can talk whenever you're ready to, dear.”

You smiled, this time it felt genuine, like his words had stirred the emptiness inside of you 

“Thanks Wally, I will.” 

From then on you and Wally's relationship grew much stronger than before

Wally was always there to help you when you felt lonely, or angry, or whatever you were dealing with he would be there to help you calm down, or for you to just rant to

Anything that you needed Wally was happy to provide

First Welcome home request lets go gamers

[wormdebut]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

I was tagged by @thefreakandthehair and @wynnyfryd You’re both so hot and cool and talented it’s unreal.

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

Fifteen

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

88,773

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Stranger Things

The only other fandom I’ve ever considered writing for is Good Omens, but I’m so obsessed with Steddie I don’t know if I can peel myself away.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1. Cut It Loose, Watch You Work The Room

2. I Like Playing Dumb Until You Figure Me Out

3. Tell Eddie He Looks Sexy With His Hair Pushed Back

4. All You Have Is Your Fire

5. Comb The Crowd, Pick You Out

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Abso-fucking-lutely I Do. Why? Because I am in shock and awe that anyone anywhere appreciated the goofy thing I wrote so much that they commented to tell me that. Thank you thank you thank you for commenting on fics. It means everything.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I’m incapable of not writing a happy ending. Happy Ending are GUARANTEED IN THIS HOME. However, Wynn noted I did write a bonus microfic that was posted to Tumblr only that was angsty. Fun fact: it was based off a very un-angsty IRL experience with Wynnyfryd herself.

‘If They Won’t Call You Wynny Baby, I Will.’

Anyway, read Drunk Words—Sober Thoughts if you wanna.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

All of…All of them I—yall you know my Steddies are so fucking in love with each other it’s stupid.

But Comb The Crowd, Pick You Out is especially cheese.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

No, and I’m blessed for that, but even if I did…all my buddies know how truly dedicated I am to the fact that We are responsible for our own online experience. Don’t let goofy goobers who have nothing better to do than put you down, get to you. If yall ever get hate and need someone to tell you you’re fucking worth it—cmere.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Me? Write Smut? Oh my god I could never—

Yall what haven’t I written, be so fucking for real.

Requests? Drop ‘Em in my Ask Box.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Nooo. I do not. Obviously I have a mess of a good omens X steddie AU rattling around in my brain, but it will never come to fruition

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No, but where I largely write Rockstar dom daddy Eddie it’s very easy to see different variations of similar plot lines. Alas, Two Cakes

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No! But I would cry if one ever was.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No! My writing style is so chaotic I think anyone I wrote with would be shook and terrified. HOWEVER, I may have something coming with @steddieas-shegoes real fuckin’ soon.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

Steddie. My angels. The loves of my life.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Oh god. The first thing I ever started writing for Steddie was a Rockstar AU. Shocked looks from the lived audience. Where Steve and Robin moved to Chicago and Eddie covers Head Like a Hole by Nine Inch Nails. Fuckin’ Woof. May it rest in slutty slutty pieces.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Writing seventy two miles of really spicy foreplay…and dialogue 😂

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Some authors are so fucking incredible with imagery and beautiful descriptions of scenes and I just don’t think I’m one of them, but I would like to be one day.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I can barely speak English so I would never write a fic where Eddie speaks French when he fucks…

Anyway stream Tell Eddie He Looks Sexy

19. First fandom you wrote for?

That I published? Stranger Things.

That’s buried in the back of my closet, handwritten in a notebook? The Backstreet Boys.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

Kiss Your Knuckles (Before You Punch Me In The Face) It is everything to me.

Well that was fuckin’ fun as heck. Tagging with absolutely zero pressure a couple buddies 🖤

@messessentialist @steddieas-shegoes @just-my-latest-hyperfixation @aidaronan @sourw0lfs @t-boyeddie @scarcrossdlvrs @runninriot @cuips-not-cute @onirislanding @thisapplepielife

[polysyndetonaddictsupportgroup]

⭐!!

I have had half finished asks from this ask game sitting in my drafts for weeks and by god I will finish some of them.

Let’s talk Shoko’s discussion of RCT in chapter 11.

Pretty much every character that I write is at least a slightly unreliable narrator. Some of what they say is inaccurate, some is tinted by their own biases, some is just straight up untrue.

Shoko analogizes the experience of RCT pretty heavily to drug use. And while this comparison is not entirely inaccurate, I think it’s not entirely accurate either. And that’s directly because she’s been so heavily affected by her own experiences with RCT that she can’t really untangle the two.

It’s not a bad analogy. RCT hits you with some extremely good feeling or effect when you use it. In the aftermath, you go through a period of craving it. And the more you use it, the less of an effect it has, so you need higher doses to get the same effects. There’s a lot of similarities.

But RCT is in no way as bad as drug use.

For one thing, there’s absolutely zero negative health effects to RCT. The opposite is true, actually—it has a positive effect on your health. It is also guaranteed to lose all “negative” side effects one day—and I use negative loosely, because RCT itself doesn’t actually have any negative side effects. Cursed energy does. The positive effects of RCT just make them more noticeable.

Shoko talks about RCT in terms of drugs because of what the higher ups did to her.

When writing Shoko, I couldn’t really escape the fact that we just didn’t have a lot about her in canon. She’s an ex smoker. She drinks a lot. She’s one of the only people who can use RCT, and the school keeps her almost on lock down as a result. She was friends with Gojo and Geto in high school. She cheated through med school. There wasn’t a lot past that.

So I do what I usually do when I have a character I want to write and not a lot of canon to base them on, and I pick a few of their known traits and spin those out.

I thought it would be interesting if she had a kind of addictive personality. She’s been smoking (and likely drinking) since early in high school at least. She seemed to struggle to break her smoking habit, and relapsed in the series.

It also kind of made sense to me in terms of the change joining jujutsu tech would have made.

We don’t know anything about her family, so I assume that she’s from non-sorcerer lineage, and it seems like she knew RCT when she came to jujutsu high. So a young kid who had no context for what was going on and had fucking healing superpowers? I would have thought I was invincible. I would have been flinging myself off cliffs.

But then she joined the wider jujutsu world, and she was canonically sort of kept in time out from then on. She was too valuable to risk as their only healer, so she very rarely got to go out on missions and was kept on campus for her own safety.

So, assuming Shoko had the same response of “holy fuck I’m Wolverine” that I would have had, she very quickly went from Kamikaze For Tots to being swaddled in bubble wrap and placed in her princess tower.

Her only friends were probably kept extremely busy, considering they were both special grade. So she probably spent a lot of time on campus alone, bored as fuck, trying to thumb her way through Neuroscience for Dummies and looking for something to do. She was isolated and vulnerable. If someone wanted to convince someone of a bad idea, telling a bored and lonely kid with an addictive personality who had a guaranteed way of undoing the bad effects that smoking was fun and cool and good for her is a pretty solid target. She would have been a prime target to be introduced to drugs and alcohol from a young age.

It also just seemed kind of weird to me that she was a smoker in high school? The legal smoking age in Japan is 20. Shoko’s a teenager. Her class is made up of literally three people. Like, if you ever wanted to have an anti-smoking initiative in a school with a high chance of success, it would be the school that has three fucking students. Culturally, smoking seems to be perceived a little more positively in Japan than it is in America, which you can’t discount when grading response of the school administration, but also you can’t discount the fact that it is something outlawed for the child’s wellbeing and the school at least was turning a blind eye to it because, again, they had three fucking students so it’s kind of hard to miss.

I decided that if the school was the one starting her on cigarettes and alcohol, it would have indulged that self destructive, addictive part of her that was getting antsy now that she was in a Princess Tower. It would have made her feel cool, and it wouldn’t have seemed to have any consequences because all she had to do was heal the damage they did.

But it would have also made her dependent on the school’s administration. They’re the ones who supply her with the cigarettes and alcohol. She can’t easily get them on her own while she’s underaged. It’s a little point of control that they have over her now.

Of course, that point of control wasn’t enough. When Maki talks about Gojo taking off with Megumi, Shoko and Nanami took off with them. She had shown that she was willing to leave. And she was getting older. She wouldn’t need them to buy her cigarettes anymore.

So they introduced her to the harder stuff, which set her off into an actually negative cycle with RCT. She would do hard drugs, which would get her high. Then she’d heal the damage, which would make her feel high. Then would get withdrawals from both drugs and RCT and be driven to do more. Then she’d acclimate to her doses of both, which would drive her to do higher doses of drugs, which would lead to more damage, which would lead to a bigger high with RCT. She was just constantly destroying herself and healing herself in an endless loop, and she feels a lot of shame about how bad she let it get.

I think that the lens we view the world through is in no small part the product of our unconscious biases and personal experiences. She described it in terms of drugs because that was her experience. But it really is different from drugs in a lot of ways, and it’s not inherently negative. Someone else might have come up with a different analogy than drugs. She came up with such a negative one because her experience with it was so negative, and it’s kind of sad to me. It’s a huge part of her life, and she’ll never quite reclaim how she views it from what the higher ups did to her.

[fvlminate]

#𝙆𝘼𝘼𝙉 𝙑𝙐𝙍𝙐𝙎𝙆𝘼𝙉 ╱ prometheus. twenty - three, criminology studies, he / him, cis man. now playing... repeat until death by novo amor. reminds me of setting yourself on fire to keep others warm, carrying your heart on your sleeve, sunlight bursting from beneath your skin, sweet love taken for granted, expectations weighing heavily upon your shoulders, embroidered monograms on lavish coats, a lonely mansion sitting atop a hill. apprentice of francisco avila + indicted in 2019.

overview.

birthname . kaan vuruskan ( pronounced caw-n vuh-roo-skin ) nickname . prometheus age + dob . twenty - three + june 21st gender + pronouns . cis man + he / him orientation . bisexual birth place . istanbul, turkey. academic information . senior criminology student. on the path to graduating magna cum laude for his academic excellence, and his contribution within various clubs and school - based associations.

appearance.

faceclaim . enes kocak. eyes . dark brown. hair . dark brown + short loose curls. glasses / contacts . not required. dominant hand . ambidextrous. height . six feet three inches. distinguishing features . . dress style . /

summary ( read: ramble )

so i need to sleep because i'm ancient™ but here is a quick unedited summary that i won't even proofread ! whatever i write is what stays here, until i feel motivated enough to put together a formal biography. picture this: a very wealthy, self-serving and influential family produces a self-sacrificing, gentle, benevolent child. spent a lot of his youth in conflict with his family because tbh he can be annoying with how much he just advocates about things. spent a lot of his childhood in boarding schools but whenever he was home with his family, he made them well aware that he opposed their values. regardless, he loves them dearly and would go to great lengths for them. on the flip side, if they ever pissed him off, his way of getting back at his parents or "talking back" would be to just donate their money to charity, especially pro - environment groups. when he left for university in his freshman year, kaan yoinked thousands of their moneys and said pce out girl scout, and then gave that money to organizations that are focused on aiding communities that were directly affected by toxic corporations, such as those his parents' company had direct shares or partnerships with. now he studies criminology and wants to help the people that need it most, especially those who experience barriers in day - to - day life. some more fun facts ? kaan loves to bake. strudels, scones, even apple pandowdy ! someday he hopes to make the PERFECT creme brulee ! he's the type of person that will show up to events with a tupperware container of fresh baked goods because he's a giver. he has pun aprons and oven mitts that he wears when he bakes, more than he should probably admit. overall, he's pretty quiet and sweet. wants to be loved and in love, yearns for it even. kaan will look at elderly couples and sigh longingly. he also frequently just giggles in the background. somehow simultaneously quiet and chaotic. can mop the floors with dumb people but would also never hurt a fly. at first glance he can present as intimidating. very stern expression and constantly dressed to the t's. an angel sweetie at the flip of the switch. i will make a better biography one day but i need to sleep so bad i'm fighting it, so with these final few words, i bid you adieu *gentleman tips fedora* m'lady.

[small-artist-oc-showdown]

And it’s Tumblr, so not only do we have to have a vampire, we have to have an object head!! It’s @lightgriffinsect’s SET NOTATION!! Yes, as in the mathematical concept. Because that’s what he is, but personified! He goes by he/him!

He has a LOT of information, despite only being 2 days old at the time of submission! You know what’s coming!

Now what could the funny math man possibly have about him?

“He's a goofy little guy I created two days ago. Set is the personification of set theory, a math principle that I am bad at and subsequently hate. His puny existence originated with a doodle I absently made in my study resource book, much to the chagrin of my maths tutor. I drew myself angrily shaking my fist at a person with a Venn diagram head, since Venn diagrams are a big thing in sets. Originally it was just supposed to be the Venn diagram, but then I added a little sweat bead in the corner and I thought it gave it a lot of personality and it spiraled from there. Now he's got a mouth and a cute little ξ next to his head since that's one of the symbols of universal set. 

His face, a rectangular translucent sort of screen, essentially IS the universal set. Within it he can display whatever he wants, because it all counts as a subset of the universal set. Set's face functions similar to the screen of a TV head character as he can pull up any diagrams or images he wants on it. The appearance of the Venn diagram typically on his face can change in the number of sets displayed and even in the shading depending on his mood. He's a very expressive lil dude. 

Set is a bit on the smaller side, at a height of 5'7" (170 cm). He also is rather thin, although his figure is more often than not hidden by his outfit. He tends to walk in a harried manner, being a nervous guy, but he can be surprisingly graceful, since he can dance. 

Set prefers wearing modest, loose-fitting clothing like oversized sweaters, and his favorite one is turquoise. He also wears a black top beneath it and black jeans. And he wears three-inch heels like the funky boy he is <3 I may hate sets but I love Set. 

Set is very timid and socially awkward, and a bit of a coward. He has many phobias, including arachnophobia, acrophobia, and agoraphobia. And those are just the ones starting with A. He speaks almost exclusively in set language, a fact that he's quite shy about. It's part of why he usually doesn't approach others for a conversation first. However, he turns out to be very kind and friendly once you get to know him. He's very quiet but likes spending time with people. He's interested in webcomics and digital art, and for obvious reasons he is very good at mathematics. As a result he works as an accountant. He also has a lot of general and practical knowledge and is a fast learner, despite seeming innocent and sheltered at first glance.”

Oh, what a funny little guy! Why should you vote for him?

“He's a silly pathetic boy! The only reason he even exists is because I wanted to make a doodle bashing the concept of sets, which I developed a grudge against in 8th grade (at the age of 13) and am now too committed to let go of. However, in the two days since I have created a persona for this maths principle, I've grown strangely attached to this little guy. He's just so dorky and awkward and timid and I can relate. I bet a lot of people can relate. Set just wants to read webcomics and draw and learn things. He likes his job, something not a lot of people get to experience anymore. I don't know, I had a lot of fun personifying a math concept and building his personality beyond "why do we need this topic". I was quickly able to come up with a fun design for Set that I'm satisfied with. He also just turned out to be very likeable even though he's based off a topic I don't even like. He fits the principle he was based on so well, but he's still got a character beyond that. Vote for him because he's a sweet, sad, and shy little dude, and because he's a character that was made and exists purely out of enjoyment and fun.”

[chicka-boom]

Yeah I'm going to drop the Feastclops comic. Just been having issues with it, to the point I was struggling to draw overall due to frustration.

I may redo it later

But for now enjoy the very unfinished and messy comic that sort of deteriorates at the end and the story that goes with.

Now this took place on the day Terrors Below Dropped. Captain finally was to do a Fuelweaver fight in one of his worlds which was primed for such a battle, after months of hinting towards it. However it was the dead of winter abd he didn't want to deal with freezing or wetness during the fight and opted to switch it to a more stable season such as autumn.

I was antsy for a fuelweaver fight since the Wilson rework but too cowardly to take him on alone so I agreed upon skipping winter and spring. Withered didn't care.

Yet autumn never came, in fact it remained winter which was a shock and surprise for all three of us. But not as big of a surprise as Feastclops spawning in base without warning. None of us were prepped with any sanity or health items yet didn't want to loose base (not to mention there was three of us) so we all attacked.

Yet once the first one fell a second Feastclop immediately spawned. Withered died at that point but me and Captain stayed relatively strong, managing to take the thing down.

But one can only fight Deerclops for so long, especially when unprepared. Not to mention I personally cannot kite his Lazer attack for the life of me. A third one spawned in and made short work out of me and Captain, especially given the other two had worn out our armor and weapons.

Then went on a rampage in base

It was a fun experience, I was sure enjoying it immensely. However I'm not sure it was reciprocated, Captain hasn't touched that world since. Even if I try to convince him it'll be easier if winter's feast was turned off. Normal clops especially after his attack got nullified can be easy to kite. No last second change in direction with the laser.

[icy-dark-star]

Since today is the start of October and with that the return of Kirb(y)tober, I want to look back at some of last years drawings.

Prompt: Kirby

The very first one! I wasn't quite sure about the kind of style I wanted to go for since it had to be simple enough that I could continue like that for an entire month and I had just recently switched from FireAlpaca to Krita making that entire month a learning experience. Didn't help either that this was the first time in over a year I actually focused on art after having been sick for a long while again. The only thing I knew I wanted is that all drawings should be in black and white (and I guess gray too) but I was pretty loose with that. Finally talking about the prompt, I just wanted a simple piece of Kirby and Dedede being friends. Resulting in this drawing of Dedede throwing Kirby in the air!

Prompt: Mirror World

For this one, I wanted to draw Kirby and Shadow Kirby being friends and the best way to do that is by drawing them pretending their favorite knights. The background is based on Amazing Mirror's main hub.

Prompt: Dimensional Rift

Oh hey it's my first time drawing that headcanon and I really should make more. As a GalactaDad liker I want to say this would be art for that but it isn't. I just can't imagine that a Galacta that is still in crystall prison limbo would try to be someones parental figure and similar can be said about Susie. Instead I personally call this GalactaUncle content and I like that.

Fun fact: this drawing crashed my laptop close to completion

Prompt: Forgotten Land

For this one I wanted to draw Leongar because I like his design. So I drew him with Kirby and Elfilin who are trying to fit in with the beast pack. I think Leongar Kirby looks pretty cute!

Prompt: Reaper Butterfly

An obvious choice for that prompt. I wanted to draw Morpho with a scyth because I had seen art of that before and it's really cool. Including my first and (so far) only time drawing them with a cape.

Prompt: Weapon

This wouldn't be a good post reclecting on last years Kirbtober without including a Dark Meta Knight drawing. Since the prompt was weapon the focuse is on his strange sword that split Kirby into four different colored Kirbys(Kirbies?) and painted it in thier colors respectivley.

Prompt: Alternate Universe

My first time drawing cape!Susie that I did not forget about in my cape!Susie compilation. I wasn't sure what to draw for this one but I used this as an opportunity to be a little selfindulgent. I don't have anything more to say beyond what I already wrote in the original post except capes and dragons are really cool!

Prompt: Soul Boss

A bit of a strange drawing but because I drew Forgo as one of my old childhood toys (weird spongey thing that grows in water that happend to have a similar color to Forgo) I like it a lot.

I'm really curious what kind of stuff I will draw this year and if it can be compared to last years drawings. The only thing I know is that I want the style to be similar to this one. Now onto drawing day one!

[gearbox-doll]

You see, in my past life, I was a demon. I was of fairly high rank but had a dislike of the other demons around me, memories of a life as a human to fuck with my morals, and a very loose concept of what love was that was mostly based on my body.

As a demon, I often fell in love with those I made contracts with - but this love was never returned. Even the times that I was requested to pretend to be a dead or ex partner, I had to live with the fact that it was never truly me that they loved. Those who were attracted to me outside of my contractors were not attracted to the real me either, just the me I projected at the world. So for most of my contracts, my love for my contractors - however fleeting - went unreturned.

Except for Ciel. However, to put it simply, Ciel was a child. He was merely ten when I first met him, and no more than fifteen at the latest when we got together. He was a boy, a little boy who had been shown the cruelty of the world far too early and forced to grow up far too fast.

But unlike my other contractors, he was a kind, gentle master. Perhaps not all the time - children and their tantrums, after all - but far more than my previous contractors. He showed me what it truly meant to be loved, and redirected my learned habits with a gentle voice and a kind hand. He made me feel loved in a way only he could.

He had power over me, as well. Our contract was not a free for all where we could do what we wanted. I had three rules:

One, I must never lie to him. Not only did this prevent me from telling him outright falsehoods, it meant I could not hide anything from him either. If I was asked a question, I had to answer truthfully, without omitting anything. Of course, there were loopholes to this - depending on what I could count as part of the answer, I could choose not to say something as it did not fit the specifics of the question. However, this often annoyed him and was not something I was in the habit of doing unless I was talking about my past.

Rule number two was that I must obey direct orders. Commands did not fit under this, but if he specified that it was an order, I was simply unable to disobey. Even if I did not wish to or it went against a previous command or order, I had to do it.

Rule number three was that I must always care for and protect him, until the day I take his soul. I made do with the bare minimum in the beginning, but as I grew attached I soon found myself doing more and more to go above and beyond with this rule. He was precious to me, and often sick, and easily injured. I needed to do my best for him.

I feel I must point out that times were different than, as well. This life took place in the Victorian Era, right in the middle of London, when the age of consent had just been raised from twelve to sixteen. My little master was serving in the position of Earl and had been given the rights of an adult when the rest of his family died. He was effectively an adult in all but maturity, and it was my job to teach him that maturity in addition to my duties as his butler. It was all part of taking care of him, of course.

I would never hurt him, you must understand that. I was simply incapable of it, the thought never even crossed my mind. Occasional punishments were handed out, but nothing more than a light slap across the palms when he was being a bit of a brat (and continuously having fun at my expense by ordering me to complete increasingly outlandish tasks). He knew I would never hurt him, and that a simple thought could force me to stop if I ever did. He was not being controlled, if anything, he was the one controlling things.

A master and his servant, a child and an adult. Sure, I might have had years of experience that he did not, but he was the one in charge.

He was the only one who ever returned my love, and is the only one I still consider my master. Oh, what I would do to have him back. He could make me do anything and I would do it with a smile, no matter how harmful or humiliating. Just as long as he was satisfied with me...

[the-whispers-of-death]

more titbits about my ocs

Hazzard became radio active due to an unfortunate stint in Chernobyl. the merc group was getting paid hella cash to hunt down some people and said people didn't want to get caught so they booked it in a random direction that just happened to be radioactive. the groups commander was the type of man to care more for results and money than his soldiers so he ordered them to advance anyway (while they had no protective gear against the radiation) Hazzard in all his wisdom went after them and of course got their asses but spent just a little too long in there and the radiation got him. now he didn't really get sick or anything (i have an au where he got cancer from it and that's the reason Romanas joined tf 141, to pay for treatment) but the radiation stayed on him. the thing that saved him was probably his height (205 cm) and density (man is built like a brick tank). Romanas, who was on the mission with him spent three days throwing up from the radiation (and stress from almost loosing Hazzard but he won't tell anyone that). Johan made fun of him. so yeah it's not fully fleshed out and i might rework it but that's the main idea on how Hazzard became radioactive (there's also a version where it happens because of a lab accident but idk because most of Hazzards backstory is a lab lol)

now Void is a different egg. you see i have the "now" and "after" of his story figured out but the "before" is beyond me. i was of the mind that the fact i don't have much of a backstory for him only adds to the whole "nobody knows anything about him" bit. i was planning on making him a lab experiment gone rouge (since commander did find him in the woods eating a deer carcass. after that the guy just appeared in the groups base) but idk about that. what i am certain on is that his tongue and vocal chords were removed surgically. who did it and why we may never know (i have like two certain story points for his backstory but i think the lack of it kind of adds to it y'know? he's Void just Void nobody knows anything about him)

also Selga trying to feed people has everything to do with the fact that food depravation was a common punishment under commanders rule so literally everyone in that group has food anxiety

also all of my ocs are very touch starved and very cuddly with eachother but they hate outsiders touching them or who they consider "theirs" (if they accept you be prepared for hesitant and testy touches and if you allow it or encourage it you'll have several grown men laying down on you like you're a bed, grumbling into your ear while they nuzzle your cheeks and under your chin) they also take group naps in cuddle piles. sleep is very important to them due to some stuff with..... "training" so sleeping and napping is among their favorite things to do once commander is no longer in charge

Since I've gotten so much information, this response probably won't be lengthy. But know that I adore what you've typed.

Stone was originally an OC where no one was supposed to know much about him (I still think Johnny & Gaz don't know too much about him) but then I got excited about his backstory and told literally everyone. So I'm rocking with the fact that not much is known about Void's backstory.

Selga trying to feed people because they all have food anxiety hurts me deeply. I hope the commander's dead. He deserves to be dead.

We love cuddle piles here, The Lions share barracks because they like to cuddle.

[spirallabyrinthpodcast]

 Good morning I am mad! Like y’all said I am extremely appreciative of Cassie providing us this piece of media for free. Which I heard would be made into a physical book, which means she’ll probably get a lot of cash from it, anyway! So some fans should stop using that as an excuse, for it being a mediocre piece of media at best. The writing was great and the artwork was wonderful! But The plot could’ve been thawed out better. First of all, I left with more questions then I started out with. Like could Kit see Rupert? Was Andrew and Arthur aware of Rooper’s existence? If they were, why did Arthur came back to take the statues out of the garden? And many many many more other questions, we should’ve gotten the answers to. Second of all, this Kit and Ty thing is getting exhausting! SOBH is supposed to give us a look into the grove of the TWP team, warming them up to take the Baton from Julian and Emma. Like what COHF and Shadowhunters academy did for are main characters in Dark Artifices, with the wedding ceremony and Tessa teasing the potential, for a new Herondale. But no! They spend most, of what was supposed to be a opportunity for us to know them better, pining after each other! Kit’s character growth seem rough and out of nowhere, he didn’t really solve the kidnapping, Julian did. It leaves me fearful of what would happen when Julian is unable to save the day yet once again! Who is Kit and Ty without their romantic feelings for each other?

I’m in raged about how Ty’s struggle as a Neuro diversion person, living in a unyielding and rigid society, was once again sideline for someone else’s problem! But, I’m not going to further with that line of thought because there has been so many on here who’s been saying the same thing for months and years now! CC never listens! 

To add the cherry on top of the proverbial pie, all the sudden, out of nowhere Jamie ( a character who we never given much thought to) is missing. Can she please tie up the loose ends first! This is so messy! It reminds me of a five-year-old, eating a cupcake, with the cream and cake splattered all over the table, creating a catastrophic catastrophe! At least the five years old is cute😂. A person going missing, on top of everything else on the other hand is not.

Thank you so much for listening to me rant and I’m so sorry about the long paragraph.

Omg, Anon!

First, it needs to be acknowledged that the opening to this ask had us dying (what a mood!) 😂 Bestie, we are with you.

Never feel like you need to apologize for sending a rant <3 we live for rants around here

Here’s a rant in return (as a bitter and salty treat):

On Criticism ...

The bit about it being sold and therefore that argument being moot is interesting, because it was never intended to be sold, and she can’t very well go back and edit it to make it worth the money we fully intend to spend on it at this point. You do have a good point, but at the same time, it is still free content in that purchasing a hard copy won’t provide anyone with anything that isn’t available to them online.

When it comes down to it, the issue is less about whether Cassie is profiting off of SoBH, and more so the fact that she is a published author who opens herself up to criticism through her profession. Her content isn’t ‘safe’ based on the revenue it generates. This was still a very fun project and experience, but it’s okay to criticize. It’s not a personal attack or an attack on her writing/content, which is something that is important for us to understand so that we don’t feel obligated to come up with excuses or defenses for the person behind the writing.

On Questions & No Answers ...

The point about ending with more questions than we started with is probably one of the most frustrating parts honestly. These in-between projects are essentially meant to fill gaps, aka answer questions, and instead we ended up with out-of-place fluff that didn’t exactly fit into canon — yes, we’re still mad and confused about how Arthur and Andrew could have lived in Blackthorn Hall in the canon timeline. Plus, we get no definitive information on Rupert or why he’d be trapped, which makes him being the ghost feel lackluster after the fact. We are Big Mad™.

On the TWP Gang ...

As for Kit, Ty and the passing of the baton, we get you. We’ve been a broken record on the point that the Kit Pain Train™ took way too long of a trip in this project. Kit’s character development wasn’t mingled into the story as well as it should have been, which lands on the fact that his arc in SoBH was tacked on to expand the plot after Chain of Thorns was pushed back.

It wasn’t terrible, but it definitely didn’t get the attention or drift off that it should’ve — which, as you said, could have been achieved if Kit did anything to actually help the Mina situation aside from getting bodied by Mother Hawthorn. He takes initiative, which is something, but to have him be the catalyst for success rather than Julian (or have him work more actively WITH Julian on a plan), would’ve hit much harder in a narrative sense. (There’s at least a lot to look forward to here, though, as we’ll get to see the growth of Kit’s leadership skills etc. from a better vantage point once TWP starts.)

The same goes for Ty and Dru. If Cassie genuinely wanted to have SoBH set up TWP (which is essentially what it did), they should’ve been given more of an active role, as well. Yes, Ty built the ghost sensor and helped with ley lines, but Dru never once interacted with anyone outside of Kit. 

We feel like Ty being neurodivergent/autistic gets sidelined, as well as him as a character, because Cassie doesn’t have the time to do it or him justice. She’d rather push it back for TWP when she can dedicate the proper research and commitment to portray him correctly — honorable but cheap when you still have him lingering in the background. 

On THAT Ending ...

The catastrophic catastrophe of ending on this last installment indeed! This is something we will discuss much more in our episode this week, but it would have been much more satisfying to end this in a way that rounded out Secrets of Blackthorn Hall, rather than create a new loose end for a character whose name had only been mentioned once before throughout the entire story, and whom no one really give two shits about other than Dru (including both the characters and the fandom lol).

It does set up the transition into TWP in a way that might make sense if (a) TWP wasn’t so damn far away, (b) we felt and or understood more about the gravity of that, and (c) Cassie had made mention of him more throughout SoBH.

Fin ...

In case you needed evidence that we live for rants … lol clearly we too have a lot of thoughts on this!! Thank you for giving us the opportunity to go a little insane <3 and we honestly appreciate you sending your rant our way. If you ever have any other thoughts, anon, we’d love to hear them!

Bry & Jules 🧡

[theautistichalflinghole]

Something I've been thinking about lately is like, how my gender presentation affects me as a performer.

I love the performing arts, acting, singing, improv, dance, everything, and I've pretty much done everything at some point. I'm a high schooler now and am working to pursue it professionally and the main way I can do that rn is performing in choir and drama at my school or in the occasional summer camp. This past year, I've been in my schools SSAA choir, was King Theseus in a production of midsummer, ensemble in The Little Mermaid, and am planning to do a production of "Freaky Friday" over the summer.

The thing is, how I can present as a performer vs in my day to day life changes drastically. Generally I present pretty androgynous/masculine leaning. I'm hairy and don't shave (partially for sensory reasons), I wear loose clothing made for comfort (Graphic tees, sweats, big jackets and coats, etc), and my hair is cut in a short androgynous style. I don't typically get adressed with masculine terms or pronouns, but this is mainly because of my feminine body type, (given) name, fem leaning voice, and the fact that I just don't meet a lot of new people who don't know that I am afab and assume fem. But generally yes, if I'm wearing something that doesn't show my body type I get treated as more masculine by those who don't know me.

In choir, this doesn't affect me, we don't have a uniform beyond wearing concert black, the only thing that affects my position is my voice part, which places me with the sopranos. (We also are just generally largely queer with a very cool director lmao). In plays, it does somewhat, I have only performed in two plays with this school (and honestly generally, youth theatre is usually limited to musicals) but I have been cast in more masculine roles in ensemble or just recently Theseus. I binded (well "binded", with 1-2 tight sports bras) in that role, but it was mostly to get into character as well as to just fit myself into the suit jacket I had for the chatacter. My masculine presentation works with my semi fem speaking voice and there hasn't been any roles where I felt I didn't fit (especially in this production, where we gender bended for a saphic Lysander and Hermia).

In musicals however, I feel like things change, and typically feminine voice part clashes with masculine presentation. Characters who are masc are typically played be tenors and bases while fem is associated with sopranos and altos. This hasn't come up yet, little mermaid had a very large ensemble where they truly just tried to fit anyone somewhere and ended up with several fem people with higher voice parts in fathoms below as sailors, and pre highschool, and especially pre pandemic gender awakening, my roles were pretty much feminine or "youre one of the 5 students with previous experience play a tenor in our tiny underfunded school production". And while I haven't had any gripes with casting (I quite literally asked for an ensemble part due to my workload at the time, and we had an extremely talented principle cast), I worry in future productions like Freaky Friday where gender roles are more hard and fast, how I present genderwise out of a production could affect my chances of a larger part.

I'm not expecting roles to be handed to me, I don't pretend that I should get every single large role or that I need to or "deserve to" break out of the ensemble, but at a certain point I just get anxious about whether decisions are made purely by what I can do.

I don't even dislike femininity or presenting as such, I use all pronouns and terms and on occasion will wear things like dresses and makeup for the purpose of being fem (I have this one thats like puffy sleeved with mushrooms that I adore, usually wear it with like a corset and some heels, also I wear like a lot of crop/bra tops but those feel andro/masc when I wear them wierdly enough). But for me femininity feels more performative, like something fun for a special or formal occasion, or in some cases the gender I occasionally gravitate towards when my gender decides to be fluid instead of just "none gender left boobs" once in a blue moon. I don't know how I feel about doing things like shaving or wearing more fem clothing to look a part, especially shaving because that's more permanent and takes a lot of energy from both the work and the sensory experience (especially when I am naturally very hairy). I will perform as fem without any question, but altering my lifestyle/presentation for a longer time like this just makes me feel anxious, Ive done this maybe once since I had any sort of awareness of my gender queerness and I dont exactly look forward to figuring out trial and error style whether on not it gives me any sort of disphoria (especially when I already know my Dad, who is very open about preffering when I present feminine, would make a huge fuss about it), or even any sensory discomfort when I havent done this in so long and last time I did there was some.

Idk sorry if this is long and incoherent (can you tell I have adhd from the amount of parentheses and commas lmao), but idk I've just been feeling kinda anxious about this lately, if anyone has any stories, experiences, or advice around this sort of thing I would love to hear it.

[galaxythreads]

Ah if you’re doing lore for fics, could u do it for Brothers of Frost (my beloved) —thot-son-of-odin

always still doing fic lore! :)

I have literally not looked at his fic since the day I posted it. So this will be interesting I guess.

The basis of this fic was actually based off of an idea for an original story my sister had, where countries traded heirs so that way they would stop fighting. I honestly don't even remember what the original request was so I'm not sure how badly I altered it.

I remember very vividly how much writing from Odin's POV made me feel frustrated because like, usually i just consider him to be an a-hole, but I couldn't do that from his pov and I needed him to be a good dad so I had to compromise a bit.

LORE FOR BROTHERS OF FROST <- LINK TO STORY

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"Frigga's hand rests on his shoulder, and Odin lifts his gaze to his wife gratefully, raising his hand to gently hold her fingers between his own. She has always been attuned to him, able to read his face like an open book despite his best efforts to dissemble."

This position has always struck me as really intimate when partners do this. <3

Also I really must have just discovered the word dissemble, because when I was doing a different fic lore I saw it and was like ??? galaxy WHY. Because like, it means what I think it means in this context, there are just so many better words to use. Sometimes eyes are just eyes, yknow?

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"The word of a Jotunn is never trustworthy."

oh and I'm spelling jotun weird. okay. Also. My man. my guy. my dude. Your xenophobia is showing and your frost giant son is literally two feet away from you.

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"his feet giving tittering taps against the ground in a rhythm that is familiar to him."

...tittering taps? what on earth--?

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"He casts a look at the boy, long blond hair is tucked into a messy ponytail with loose strands coming to hang around a thin face. He carries muscles, but it is meager compared to other children his age and it does not seem to hold well onto his gaunt body. He is tucked into furs, but they do not seem to be warm enough for the brittle edge of Jotunheim."

fun fact!! @thot-son-of-odin drew fanart of this:

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"She releases his hand and moves forward slowly, though Thor flinches to it. Wide blue eyes swing up to meet the golden blonde's and his fists clench at his sides, as though preparing for a fight."

Hypervigilance from being raised in a society that loathes him. Thor was bullied and beaten up frequently.

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"Thor barely comes up to her shoulder, and Odin can see the stiff surprise in his expression."

Guess who is receiving the first hug in their life that they can remember?

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Thor lifts his eyes towards him, "I'm…" He murmurs in a shaky common-tongue. He swallows, "I'm…"

thor was going to say "i'm going to pass out", but frigga interrupted him.

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 "Hello, Thor," he says in a small voice, "you're well, I trust."

"I'm…" Thor repeats helplessly, then clenches his fists tightly, "yes. Of course...Thank you."

Just realized that Thor is meeting the person that he was traded for and he's probably having mixed feelings about that. On the one hand, Loki is smol, on the other, Loki stole his life.

Thor was also going to say he was going to pass out. The boy does not know how to cite his needs.

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Odin bites sharply at his inner cheek before sharing a helpless look with his wife and rests a hand on Thor's shoulder, pretending to ignore his flinch.

Guess who is NOT used to contact that isn't intended to hurt??

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Odin guides Thor through the palace, but the slightest noise or abrupt movement makes him flinch and draw in closer to himself. He seems terrified of everything and Odin is not quite sure what to do with this information

Yeah, guess who grew up in the middle of Jotunheim streets and like. Did not see people and color? This is literally Thor's first experience with Asgard that he remembers and everything is loud and he hates it.

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Thor asks no questions. He hardly speaks except when asked a question, instead opting to stare at everything.

GUESS WHO DOESN'T KNOW THE COMMON TONGUE THAT WELL BECAUSE NO ONE FREAKING TAUGHT HIM?

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When they at last make it to the royal family's wing, Thor's eyes widen with wonder. The personal rooms are adjoined in the middle with a large sitting room, a private kitchen (Frigga has always loved to cook and not even her royal status is going to stop that), and a small nook that Odin has turned into a library since he moved in here with Frigga.

Galaxy's Quest To Ignore/Explain Away Servants Continues!

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Odin laughs with the others and rejoices, but notices with painful realization that Thor has shrunk further into himself and is barely picking at the food on his plate

GUESS WHo--i'm kidding. thor hasn't ever been to a party before. Everything is STILL LOUD.

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Loki keeps attempting to start conversations with him (which shows the blond's true lack of talking desires if Loki, who hates initiating talking, has to start first), but Thor isn't responding.

"lack of talking desires" GALAXY WHY IS THIS--

Thor still doesn't understand the common tongue that well. Loki might as well be speaking gibberish.

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Thor was always to return and take that responsibility. Asgard was never meant to be Loki's. It does not quell his fury to realize how many believed he'd simply sentenced his firstborn son to death.

my man my guy my dude. you didn't. even think about that a little bit? Laufey could have just outright killed Thor. And then you wouldn't have an heir. Also kind of messed up that Odin's immediate solution to this is to dump the throne onto Thor once he came back. Like. HOW DID YOU THINK THIS WAS GOING TO GO?

okay. good news guys, even when I try to write Odin as a good parent he still sucks. It's just in his nature.

I still cannot believe that Laufey didn't even want Loki back. Like BRO--

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To recompense this, they asked Sir Borison, head of the nobility's school, to have him take a placement test. He wasn't drastically behind others his age, but he does not bare Loki's genius. Odin is not unhappy with this, he is pleased Thor understands what he can.

i'm gonna let you all in on a little secret. Sir Borison is the name I always give Loki and Thor's tutor and it's because it's literally sir boring-son. Yes, I have the sense of humor of a ten-year-old.

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His common-tongue is often choppy, as if he did not spend enough time speaking or learning it, and the fact it did not hinder him in the testing was impressive in of itself.

YEAH. CAUSE HE TAUGHT HIMSELF HOW TO READ.

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Thor is not so much of Jotunheim's that he does not feel.

OH MY GOSH THE XENOPHOBIA. DUDE. LOKI IS RIGHT THERE.

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"I not want—" Thor starts, then clenches his fists, "please not make me be attended to by healer." Why is there such reluctance? Surely the boy must know that they intend him no harm. He is safe here. Asgard will always be safe for him.

I literally don't remember why Thor doesn't want to go to a healer, but I am so here for this. What's going on baby boy? :(

Also the failing speech patterns are just *Chef's kiss*

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"Father!" Loki cries, coming up to the other side of the desk and slamming his hands against the surface. "I want a new brother!"

*rolls eyes fondly* oh my gosh you big dramatic baby.

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It is hard to see Jotunheim in him when he's shy and stumbles over his words, but this? This is the culture he knows best. The one that Thor cannot keep if Odin is to make him king. If Thor is to recover from the years he spent as Laufey's.

I'm so annoyed with thim right now. A because MORE XENOPHOBIA AND LOKI IS STILL RIGHT THERE and b...dude. Thor has been there for like ONE WEEK. How is he supposed to have recovered by now???? And what does "recovered" even mean? That he acts more like Asgardians? LIke? Odin has put in zero (0) effort into helping Thor, but expects him to be all better anyway.

I'm just asdfkjas;dflkajs;df

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Sir Utlison's gaze flicks up to him, almost as if guilty before admitting, lowly: "He's...reckless. Dangerous. You must know this, he is a tool that Laufey created. A intelligencer. Why do you believe he was sent with no escort?"

I am banging my head against a wall. A spy. Just SAY SPY. An EYE IS SOMETIMES JUST AN EYE.

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Thor's eyes lose their anger, replaced with a tired defeat. "Fandral hit Loki hard enough to make him bleed. I hit him enough to make him regret it."

THOR. MY CHILD. MY BABY. YOU HAVE KNOWN LOKI THREE WEEKS AND YOU'RE ALREADY BEATING UP HIS BULLIES. <3

SOMEONE NEEDS TO BEAT UP YOURS NOW

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Thor's head whips up and he jerks slightly, "Wait! Please! I lost control of my temper and I'm sorry, I swear on my honour I'm sorry, but please don't lock me in the room!"

Oh.

Oh.

Right. Forgot about that. Okay. Yeah.

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"...yes. The King was never pleased with anything I did. He was always angry. Sometimes he'd hit me, but I was to small and fast. They were always making fun of me and I hated it. No one liked me, but they pretended they did. I tried to do the things that they wanted, but I was always cold, sick, and they hated me for it. The King—Laufey would punish me by throwing me in the room and I hated it. I didn't like dark. It was always cold, All-Father, and I just wanted to be warm."

You know. Isolation in the dark and cold is probably one of the worst long-term psychologically damaging things I can think of. Good job, Laufey, you messed up a perfectly good child.

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Thor squeezes his eyes shut, "Fandral's gang of idiots. That's-that's why Loki hit him first. Then Fand-ral hit him back and called him the hiccup of the family and that he wouldn't underssstand because of that, and I was so angry. Loki's mean, but he's my brother. All-all of them hate me and they said that you do to and that you want to send me b-b-back."

I FORGOT ABOUT THAT TOO.

I literally love how in any reincarnation of them, Thor and Loki are still ride or die siblings. AND SOMEONE HIT THOR'S BULLY BACk!!!

(I DO NOT ENCOURAGE NOR CONDONE VIOLENCE)

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Startled, but not surprised, Odin assigns Loki to the task as well to keep the four boys from strangling each other.

maybe, consider this, you could have an adult supervise them instead of an actual child, sir?

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There's a book between their legs from where they're sitting on the floor and Loki points at something on the page.

"What's this letter?"

""E"?" Thor questions, looking up for confirmation.

Loki shakes his head, "No, that's "Æ", this is "E"." He points somewhere else on the book. Thor makes a little humming noise of agreement.

Odin's stomach jerks.

Thor never learned how to read from the Jotunns.

There's just something really really sweet to me about the idea of Loki putting together that Thor can't read and then going "well i guess I'm just going to fix that" and then Thor trusting him enough to let him help. I love these two so much.

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Loki gives him a look, but it's softer this time, "Worry not," he reassures, releasing Thor's hand, "you should really think about drawing the Dejorunn Mountains, they're beautiful at this time of year. Sir Borison said that he was going to take my class up to see them, but Astrid slipped and got her dress all dirty and she cried for a long time, Brother, it was at least three minutes, and then Brosn fell down and broke his ankle so the trip was cancelled. Do you want to see them with me? Father said he would take me, but he's been busy and he might let us go if you ask—" no, he wouldn't, they're too dangerous. When they're older, maybe, "—and I would love to drink from the Waterfall of Kings. You would, too, I think."

Loki learning with Thor's anxiety and helping Thor with it and Thor letting him help and this 'verse is SO GOOD. I'm very proud of myself. I did a great job, lol.

I always think of this as like. The devil's fic. Like on my list of fics I hate this is below that. But it's actually really good??? like. Yeah it's got some rough spots and Odin is STILL horrible, but overall I would write a follow-up one-shot, which is kind of my basis on how much I hate something, XD

thank you so much for this ask. It gave me a little boost of confidence.

LINK TO STORY <-

[lov4ruto]

## 📎 . . YOON JAEHYUK !?% LAST DAY

PAIRING :: yoon jaehyuk x fem!reader  GENRE :: high school au, best friend au SUMMARY :: it's the last day of school and you look back on the past with jaehyuk whilst eating ice cream on top of a hill overlooking the sports track while the sun starts to set  WORD COUNT :: 0.765k WARNINGS :: profanities, food and a scraped knee  [📂] CHERRY'S NOTE :: this was loosely based of my last day of year 11 (sophomore year) before i headed off to college/sixth form, where we had a fun day and signed our school uniforms. this is basically me reminiscing my last day hahah

“You know it’s quite bittersweet,” you sighed whilst looking at the sports track. The same sports track you fell down whilst trying to complete 1600m with no stops. Let’s just say, you are not going to do that ever again. Luckily Jaehyuk came to your aid and helped you with your scraped knee.

A hazy and scenic feel was created by the sun, a perfect balance from the action-packed day you had. From touring round the school to see how many people will sign your school uniform to the very emotional assembly your year sat in where you went down a memory lane. You would gladly say that the day was more exciting than the day you got accepted to your dream university abroad. The old oak tree which you were both under was the only thing that was keeping you cool from the blazing heat. It was moments like this when everything came crashing down to you and you realised the harsh reality of everything.

“What’s bittersweet?” Jaehyuk asked as he tucked into his ice lolly which was slowly starting to melt from the heat. He let out a satisfied hum, confirming that the ice lolly tasted like what it’s described to say, watermelon and strawberries. 

You were hesitant to reply. Maybe you were being emotional and childish for no reason. “This. The whole last day of school thing. It feels like the friendship we built is just a waste of time. We both know we won’t stay in contact with each other at university. I’m going to go off to study abroad whilst you’re going to be too busy at law school… It just hurts,” you mumbled, trying to not make eye contact with Jaehyuk. Not sure what to do next, you lay down on the ground, letting your body rest from the exhausting day you had. Nothing was said for a few seconds.

Jaehyuk pulls you up from the ground so you were both at the same level. You tried to avoid his eyes, but it was no use. He reassuringly held your hand with his non-occupied hand. It was a sign of comfort, something you hated as it showed that you were emotionally weak. “That doesn’t change the fact that the last few years I’ve had with you have been the best experience of my life. Every moment I spent with you I didn’t take for granted because you are the reason why I turn up to school with a smile. Our friendship is not going to go to waste. When you are 27, you are going to look back and remember the memories we’ve created, the strong friendship we had,” he said.

He was correct. You recalled the fond memories you created with Jaehyuk. He witnessed you at your best and when you hit rock bottom in life. “Fuck, you are going to make me cry,” you laughed whilst dabbing on your eyes as small teardrops started to form. A smile formed on Jaehyuk’s lips, he too wanted to cry. You were always there for him even when he was lost. Whether it was sitting in silence together or hugging him, he greatly appreciated you.

There was a moment of comfortable silence. 

“Oh my god, I haven’t signed your shirt,” you gasped whilst searching through your bag to grab a red marker. How could you forget to sign your best friend's shirt. In your defence, you were both very busy with other people’s shirts and parading around the school as if you still have many more years to complete.

“Yeah you haven’t, I’m quite upset you didn’t notice,” he fake cried. He sat up straight to make it easier for you to sign his shirt. Honestly, he saved a space for you to sign, right where his heart sat. Though he wasn’t going to say that because he knew you would tease him forever. 

“Shut up,” you laughed, “It’s not like you have that much space left Mr popular boy. Your shirt is full to the brim with messages. You have messages from Areum, Eunae, Heejin… Oh! Even Mr Kim, the deputy head academic! He must really love you.”

“Hurry up and sign my shirt. My ice cream is melting because of you” Jaehyuk pouted. You thought carefully on what message to write on his shirt. No words formulated in your mind when you started to think about what to write. You wanted to write your heart out to show your gratitude to him. Finally, you decided on something short but sweet.

Thank you for everything Jaehyuk XXX  - Y/N

[lefemmerougewriter]

Korra and Asami's Swim in Manarola's Natural Harbor

Korra and Asami take a break from their duties in Republic City and have a nice time in the natural harbor of Manarola. They arrive in Manarola after to hitching a inter-dimensional ride on some robots with a funky flow. They enjoy each other's company more than expected and receive unexpected relaxation, something both of them sorely need

Author's Note: The only two fics featuring Manarola on AO3 are for the Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies) and The Old Guard (Movie 2020) fandoms. I decided to do one with Korra and Asami because I finished the series early this year and this is my first Korrasami fic! This story is loosely based on my recent experience in Manarola, Italy, one of the towns in the Cinque Terre. It is set in the present-day and post-canon. This isn't the best fic I've ever written, but I had fun writing it

Friendships: None

Romantic pairings: Korra / Asami

Words: 925

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43485180

Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/1293255106-korra-and-asami%27s-swim-in-manarola%27s-natural

Quotev: https://www.quotev.com/story/15380764/Korra-and-Asamis-Relaxing-Swim-in-Manarolas-Natural-Harbor

Characters: Korra, Asami Sato

Korra giggled as the water splashed on her brownish face. “Asami,” she said, between spitting out the water and speaking, “stop it, the water’s too salty!” Her dark-haired friend laughed back. She liked to mess with Korra as much as she could, especially in a beautiful spot like this on the Italian Riviera. It was one of the busiest places in all of Italy. Tourists loved this swimming hole more than any other. In fact, more sat on the rocks around the spot, than in the water itself. As they tread water, while holding each other’s hands, Korra decided to float. “Ah, this is so relaxing. I wish there was something like this back in Republic City.” Asami couldn’t agree more. Sure, thanks to modern plumbing, you could take hot baths or steamy showers in the city. But, it wasn’t the same as this place. “Yeah, this is nice. I wish we had come earlier.”

Asami began to float with Korra. They were enjoying each other’s company. Suddenly, they heard a big splash. Looking up, they saw men in swimsuits climbing up a huge, craggy rock, and jumping off. Girls in tank tops were walking behind the men. Korra spotted one guy jumping off and remarked, “Men, am I right?” 

Asami craned her neck over and saw what Korra meant. It seemed like a dumb male challenge of endurance, as inane as those who participate in hot dog eating contests or do the polar plunge. These men were risk takers. Something about them ticked off Korra and Asami. Some time ago, they had dated the same guy. The relationship they had paled any relationship that they had with any men.

Korra's view on this risk taking changed when a woman jumped off the cliff. She seemed to be having so much fun. After she jumped, Korra saw the woman's friend, who was waiting at the bottom, catch her. The woman fell into her friend's arms. It seemed very romantic to Korra.

Sometimes Italians were not as open about their sexual or romantic attraction, especially if they were drawn to someone of the same sex. So-called traditional mores seemed to encourage the "typical" male-female romance, while discouraging anything else. Korra ignored all that, with woman jumping off the rock giving her the push she needed. She whispered to Asami: “let’s do it.” Asami was a bit afraid, but, Korra gave her the confidence to climb the rock. She was willing to take the risk because she knew that Korra would catch her.

As she made her way to the rock ledge, Korra yelled “I’m ready when you are!” and extended out her arms. Taking a deep breath, Asami leapt out into space. She was falling faster than she had anticipated. Korra swam as fast she could and caught Asami in the nick of time. The slipperiness of Korra's hands and the rate Asami was traveling through the air caused a big splash, causing them to be pushed apart. Soon thereafter, Korra swam over to Asami. As soon as she reached her, she asked, “are you okay?” 

Her dark-haired girlfriend smiled. “I’m more than okay…I’m great! That was SO much fun!” She added, “you should try it!” Korra wasn’t sure. She thought that she would end up not impressing Asami. She quickly pushed that thought out of her mind. She quickly climbed up the rock and onto the ledge. She jumped gracefully from the rock and fell toward the water. Asami tried to do the same thing as Korra had done for her earlier, but she was not as successful. Hitting the water, Korra made a huge splash. 

Asami felt bad. She came over to apologize to Korra, but Korra snuck up behind her, hugging her from the back. “Hey, thanks for not catching me,” Korra teased. Asami began to say something, but Korra waved it off. “It’s fine. Making huge splashes in the water is just my style.” Asami chuckled and snickered. “That’s my Korra,” she said softly.

They both had a good laugh, climbed up the metal ladder, and made their way back into the vibrant, beautiful town of Manarola. As they walked through the town's streets, they saw people selling gelato, women’s clothing, and other wares. There was even a machine which distributed curious lubricated latex devices encased in plastic wrappers. Neither had seen another like it, but Korra grabbed one sitting on top of the machine in a box labeled "Campione" and stashed it in her pocket without her girlfriend seeing.

Later, Asami, as they continued to walk through the streets of Manarola, turned to Korra. She then said, softly, almost like she was telling a secret, “I'm so glad we hitched a ride on those funky light green robots. Otherwise, we wouldn’t be here.” Korra nodded. She added, “We have to thank whoever did that for our trip, I guess.” 

As they stepped into an alley, one of the robots, which had a funky flow, was about to leave. They hitched a ride and disappeared. The bright beam of light went up into the air and dissipated so quickly that no one else would have noticed.

The teal crystalline pad, hidden in the pavement, was barely noticeable by the naked eye. It was their only way home, back to Republic City. The reason it was there, they didn’t know. The person who installed the platform of sorts had never intended it to be used for joy riding. The real reason was more sinister, depending on how you looked at it.

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Notes: I wish I could have spent more time there, but I wrote this while I was there a few months ago, along with the stories “A Firenze Gelateria and Carmen's Delight”, “The Manarola Hike of a Lifetime”, and “Ivy’s Boboli Revenge and the Pitiful Palace” (working on), which I will be publishing, slowly, on this account. I had a lot of fun writing this story, even though I was sick while in Italy. I ended up typing it up many months later, and reading this story makes me feel like I’m there all over again! The pages on "Robonoids" and "Warp Pad" on the Steven Universe fandom site were helpful.