#i gotta add her to my muse page

[hermajsty-a]

❝ girls. ❞

[xamassed]

chinhands Meryl fast asleep and shivering from the cold, so a certain someone drapes his big ol' red jacket over her like it's a blanket.

[gleefullypolin]

Stacy's Tipsy Musing's - Colin Bridgerton Hot Takes - Part 1

Ok boys and girls, we need to have a little chat about Colin Bridgerton.

Part 2 has been out now for a couple of days and there have been a lot of hot takes to come out of the season. A LOT of hot takes.  I’m going to break this down into 4 parts. 4 questions that I'm seeing really bad hot takes about Colin.

Now none of this is new, I gotta say before Season 3 aired Colin was a hot button topic anyway. He seemed to be the Bridgerton brother that lots of people love to spew hate takes on anyway. But damn I gotta say its painful seeing the Polin fandom have so many bad takes falling from their lips.

So, I figured...having a little drink tonight, sitting down for Father’s Day (Happy Father’s Day, Colin) I’d give you the opinion on some of these takes that you didn’t ask for...Mine!

Ok let’s start with the hottest take. Question 1:

Does Colin really believe that Pen entrapped him in marriage?

“Perhaps that was another part of your planned entrapment”

Ok I have to say, I have never seen one line inspire SO MANY BAD TAKE FANFICS IN ALL MY LIFE! Let’s start at the beginning...he found out about Lady Whistledown by following Pen because he noticed she and his sister run off together and disappeared. His sister who was not speaking to Pen previously from his knowledge. So not only is he suddenly feeling betrayed by his future wife, but also his sister.

Now add to this, his trying to reconcile this lie in the middle of planning a wedding to the woman he thought he knew most of his life as quiet little Pen, who just weeks earlier he was trying to teach how to flirt and land a man. He is confused and angry.

But that’s only 2 layers of hurt. Let’s keep adding to that. Layer one, we have the lie. Layer two, we have a woman he thought he knew. Add in Layer three, the Marina situation.

The original LW lie for him was about Marina’s lie. The original entrapment. An entrapment that Colin was willing to look past. He was still willing to marry Marina despite her deception. He still checked in on her post marriage to Phillip to ensure she was happy, to see if she regretted NOT marrying him. Colin always regretted his behavior to Marina’s entrapment. An entrapment that LW pushed into the light and forced a different decision for him. I don’t think he cares about Marina now, he never once accused her of taking Marina from him, he never loved Marina, but she took his agency, his decision.

Now for the fun of it, let’s add layer four. Portia’s already accused Pen of entrapping Colin during his confrontation with her. An accusation he strongly defended her against. An accusation which led to him telling her he loved her for the first time and them sharing their first time together. Which he is now reminding her of.  “I’m a man of honor. And we were intimate.” Colin knows how to hurt Pen. We always know how to hurt those we have known for a long time, and they are of course the oldest of friends. He is striking her where he knows it will hurt her the most. Because he is hurting, and she caused the blow.

So let’s talk about the biggest blow of them all. “Perhaps that was another part of your planned entrapment” He doesn’t look her in the eye when he says any of this. He can’t, because he KNOWS he’s being an asshole. He knows its below the belt. But she hurt him. He’s angry, hurt, lashing out.

Because of Layer five...Hot anger at what she wrote about him at the beginning of the season. This person who knows him better than anyone else, wrote truth to page. No one knows the real Colin the way Pen does. His brothers toasted him when he returned home because of his new female attention, his friends said he was more fun this season. But Pen called his new persona a ploy for attention. She saw him for what he was. A fraud. If he is to forgive Pen, he is to also start to acknowledge that there is truth in things she says that perhaps Lady Whistledown does not tell lies.

But then there is layer six. Jealousy and shame. Colin has sat in all of his emotions, yes he’s angry about what she has written,but we get to the heart of it, he’s jealous of her and that makes him ashamed of himself. That’s very Book!Colin coded who was very ashamed of his jealousy, so much so that Pen mistook his silence and brooding as shame of her. But this Colin is brooding in his own shame and jealousy and lashing out at her.

And then we get to layer seven. Colin loves Penelope above all else. And with this love and hurt and shame and jealousy, there is nothing that will stop him from marrying her. And in part, that is where his ire in this pointed cut comes from. He’s reminding her that they will marry. This will happen. This woman who is a successful writer, something he thinks he will never be, will marry him. Because he has laid claim to her. He has bedded her. They were intimate, she was compromised, and they have entrapped each other. But above all, he loves her, and Lady Whistledown will not change that decision for him this time. This time, he will marry.

Seven layers of lies, deception, past hurts, parental pressures, anger, jealousy and shame, and above all love sat on his tongue and wormed through his thoughts for days until they cut out at the small woman beside him that he needed to hurt in that moment. The woman he had been avoiding for that very reason.

Colin is not a hateful man. He was a kind man. He was rarely angry. But when he was finally put in a place where anger was his only emotion, he avoided Penelope, so that he didn’t hurt her, so he would not say things that were unkind and would hurt her. But when put into the place that he could not avoid her, he lashed out. He made it very clear how things were going to go and he pouted, and he brooded and he said unkind words.

And he was ashamed. And after that he did his best to avoid her, (by being out drinking, sleeping on the couch, avoiding intimacy) so he would not lash out at her again. Because he was ashamed.

Stick around for Part 2.... Why would Colin send Pen home alone after finding her on the street at night?

[fluentmoviequoter]

Vale Fashion Award

Requested Here by @boozy-the-ghost!

Characters: Victor Vale, Eli Cardale/Ever, Angie Knight

Summary: Victor Vale cannot handle heat, and he accidentally shows Eli that weak spot during a heat wave at Lockland.

Warnings: just banter and a bit of comfort! 1.3k+ words

Masterlist Directory | Victor Vale Masterlist | Request Info/Fandom List

Picture from Pinterest (what I imagine Victor wears daily)

The best part of Lockland’s gothic style, Victor thinks, is that the surrounding environment seems to bend to its darkened will. Dark and cool clouds often paint the sky behind the country club-esque architecture of the university, and the mature trees offer a cooling yet eerie breeze during the warmer spring days.

But, like Victor, Lockland has a mind of its own and doesn’t wait for permission to change. The clouds have disappeared overnight as if driven away by some unseen force aiming its burning intent directly at Victor Vale. With the sun shining brightly on the campus and a heat index that feels like it is nearing the boiling point, Victor wholly believes that some power is out to get him. That does not, however, stop him from dressing as usual: monochromatic, dark, Parisian, and perhaps most detrimental, layered. Which, though obviously a bad idea given the weather, is a staple of Victor’s carefully constructed appearance of his outward persona. Without it, who knows what the world may see.

“Maybe it’s a thyroid issue,” Eli muses over a cup of some iced caffeine-free monstrosity.

“Don’t listen to him,” Angie adds from her spot at the table. “You look good, Vic, you always do, but… isn’t it a bit hot for all that?”

Victor looks down at his outfit and then to the window. “I’ll be fine.”

“You’re wearing all black, you’re a walking heat absorber,” Eli scoffs. “Just lose a couple layers.”

“Or maybe just the jacket?” Angie suggests, her tone kinder and less demanding. “It’s intense out there, and I don’t want you to get dehydrated or overheat.”

“She dressed for the weather,” Eli points out, gesturing blindly to Angie’s skirt.

“And Eli dressed to be even more of a pain than usual,” Angie retorts. “He looks like the frat boy he dreams of being.”

Eli shakes his head as he flips a page in his textbook. “We’re going to be late, Victor, so change now or let’s go.”

Victor nods once, then tosses his jacket onto his bed. He’s still in long sleeves, pants, dress shoes, and far too much black for the triple-digit (Fahrenheit) heat he is preparing to enter. “Let’s go.”

“Finally,” Eli groans as he opens the door. “We’ll just walk to the restaurant because the buses with be awful today.”

“Not a fan of being packed in with the lesser humans, Eli?” Angie teases.

“He’s not a fan of humans at all,” Victor mumbles.

Angie laughs as she bumps her shoulder against Victor’s arm. His gaze softens as he watches her move, but after a few steps in the sunlight, he begins to feel the effect of the heat she warned him about.

“Can’t we go somewhere closer?” Victor asks.

“I told you to change!” Eli replies. “It’s not my fault you can’t take a little heat. House cats gotta house cat, right?”

Victor clenches his jaw at Eli’s teasing tone. He’s complaining because he can feel the heat sucking the energy from his body, not because he’s weak. If Eli can’t see that by now, he’s not as smart as Victor thought.

“Eli, we-“ Victor begins.

“Come on, stop whining! This is a tradition and we’re not going to break tradition because your cheeks are getting pink,” Eli interrupts.

Victor drops his chin; he can feel the sensitive skin of his face warming and beginning to sting, but knowing that there’s evidence of his misery is far worse than how the sunburn itself feels.

“I was just going to say,” Victor begins again, his voice firm, “that we should get ice cream on the way back. Since you seem caught up on the heat, too.”

“Ooh, that sounds good!” Angie cheers. “There’s a shop just past my dorm that has the best desserts, not just ice cream.”

“Sounds good,” Eli agrees, though his gaze is on Victor.

Victor’s cheeks are pink; that wasn’t just a jab to get under his skin. But as Eli watches him now, he notices that Victor’s gait shifts, as if he’s off balance, and his eyes seem unfocused on the sidewalk below him. He’d been watching Angie at first, but the last few minutes in the heat have affected Victor. Yet, Eli finds another opportunity to remind Victor of something heat and evil have in common.

“Do you think this is what it feels like in purgatory?” Eli asks.

“Eli!” Angie chides. “Don’t be so morbid.”

“I’d imagine it hurts a whole lot worse than some pink cheeks,” Victor replies. “But Angie’s right. We’re here to hang out, not talk about who wins.”

“Wins?” Angie repeats.

“Good versus evil,” Eli rushes to say. “Anyway, what are you getting at the dessert shop?”

“An ice bath,” Victor murmurs under his breath.

When Victor steps out of the air-conditioned restaurant, it feels as if every drop of moisture evaporates from his body. He’s dizzy, unfocused, having trouble breathing, and ready to collapse. There’s no reason to complain because Eli and Angie don’t understand. In their appropriate warm weather attire, they will never comprehend that Victor doesn’t dress like this only because he likes it but because it is a mirrored prison of his own creation. No matter how hot it gets, this is better than the alternative of showing his metaphorical soft side.

“You alright, Vic?” Angie asks as they near the dorm buildings. “You look a little flushed.”

“Overheated?” Eli guesses.

“Just a little warm,” Victor answers quietly. “I’ll be fine.”

“Then I’ll see you tomorrow, boys. Call me later if you need another break from the heat!” Angie calls as she waves.

Victor doesn’t linger to watch her disappear from sight like usual. Instead, he rushes inside, ignorant of Eli following closely behind. When Victor runs into a chair sitting in the same spot since Eli moved in, Eli knows something is wrong.

“Vic, you alright?” he inquires.

Victor turns toward Eli and nods. He grips the chair beside him tightly, and his cheeks are no longer pink but a bright red contrast to the paleness under his eyes. There’s a sheen of sweat on his forehead, and Victor grasps his head as he shakily lowers into the chair.

“Why didn’t you say something?” Eli says as he moves toward the small kitchen.

“I did!” Victor defends, though his speech is slowed. “I can feel my heartbeat in my brain. Is that telling you enough?”

“Take your shirt off.”

“Excuse me?”

Eli returns with a glass of water and several wet cloths.

“Stop being so… so Victor. You have more clothes on and it’s just us. You’re not going to feel better until you cool off.”

“How would you know?” Victor asks as he pulls the black button-down off his shoulders.

“Spotting heat exhaustion isn’t rocket science, Vic. Put this on your forehead and chill out. Figuratively and literally.”

Victor snatches the cool cloth from Eli’s hand and places it over his eyes and forehead. Nearly immediately, his headache eases, though it doesn’t go away.

“Sit still,” Eli requests as he places a touchless thermometer against Victor’s wrist. “Congratulations, Vale, your questionable fashion sense just got you heat stroke.”

“What is it?” Victor asks without moving.

“104 Fahrenheit,” Eli says. “So, you need to take off more clothes, keep those cool cloths on your skin and rehydrate.”

“Thanks,” Victor breathes out, hoping Eli doesn’t hear him. “I’ll go to my room.”

“Sure you will. And, hey, next time? Just listen to me.”

“Which part? The ‘take off your shirt’ or the ‘stop complaining’?”

“Both!” Eli yells as he enters his room. “Call me if you need anything.”

Victor mentally rolls his eyes as he sits up. The room spins around him momentarily, and then he carefully carries the water and two fresh washcloths into his room. His coat remains on his bed, seeming to laugh at his state.

He removes a few more layers of clothing in the privacy of his room, then reclines in his desk chair. Something hits the window, and Victor sees a cat licking its fur to cool in the shade.

“Rub it in,” Victor mumbles grumpily as he rocks back in his chair to feel the ceiling fan above him.

[sangvislunae]

agent SEO SUNHWA has volunteered as a SCOUT in division four. they are 31 years old and resemble LEE JOOBIN of the good ol’ days. think they used to be a DISASTER RECOVERY SPECIALST FOR KOREAN RED CROSS back then, too. pity those days are over now. they’re a little NEUROTIC, but with their COMPASSION, they’re sure to make a fine addition to the unit. good luck and godspeed, soldier.

well hello hello everyone ! you can call me raroo and I'm so excited to join this rp and write with you (been waiting for a zombie themed rp again for a hot minute!!) !! I bring you my muse, sunhwa, a former korea red cross worker and kdr agent who has become jaded and pessimistic due to seeing how the kdr treated its fellow people during and after the outbreak. I don't have pages up yet but I hope to work on those today and tomorrow and get them up asap. in the mean time, under the read more I'll do a quick bio and some wanted plots! just click that little heart in the bottom corner and I'll come to bother you with plots. discord is available upon request!?

sis grew up the only daughter of a wealthy family and all their regrets and expectations were piled on her so she was in a thousand activities and doing the most constantly.

it worked out for the best as she got into yonsei university and graduated in 2015.

her first job had her dealing with the sewol ferry tragedy and needless to say it shook her and cemented in her that corruption couldn't be tolerated, especially if it was to benefit the haves at the risk of the have nots.

her job for the korean red cross saw her getting folded into the kdr leading up to the outbreak to try and mitigate disaster. needless to say it didn't go as planned and now everything is shit.

she hoped the kdr would be everything they said they'd be but seeing the reality has disillusioned her and once she was able to ditch them and join the fireflies she immediately took the opportunity.

she doesn't believe in the fireflies either tbh (not that she'll ever say that out loud) because she doesn't trust any group to be transparent and altruistic. she figures once the fireflies don't have a force to fight and unite against, they'll likely fall to corruption too but until that day comes she'll gladly use them to destroy the kdr.

she will push and start trouble if she thinks she knows something that can help others or make things easier. she's very outspoken but she's not a troublemaker or someone who starts issues for no reason.

she tries her best to be very kind and compassionate but something is just below the surface, her paranoia and neurosis.

if you knew her before the outbreak you'd think she was a pushover and maybe a bit naive and sheltered.

now she's closed off and detached but still wants to put humanity first.

she trusts very few people and may seem fake or disingenuous to some as she tries so hard to put on a good face??

plots that'd be fun??:

a love interest she ultimately betrays for the sake of her personal mission. m/f available.

obvi gotta be cliche and have someone who hates her/doubts her because of her former kdr affiliation.

someone who knew her before the fall. preferably friendly so we can have a cute found family plot?

someone who finds out her real motives? maybe they found a journal or saw her acting oddly and confronts her? the more dramatic the better!

I love angst and drama and slow burn so yeah!

someone she can vent to and wax poetically to about corruption and her wants for humanity and the future.

someone she can't stand. you rub her the wrong way and she gives you wide berth but something forces the two of you together.

?? literally anything and everything because I'm down. I have zero triggers and love dark and gritty and angsty so throw it at me!! (hope to add more and make a wanted plots page)

[the-sky-the-stars-the-sea]

Calling all Only Friends fans who are willing to discuss some mbti opinions

Sooooo I for one am obsessed with mbti, and I am always trying to figure out the mbti of every character in all media I can consume, and I wanted some of y’all’s opinions on 3 specific characters from Only Friends:

April

Dan

Boeing

I am on the Personality Database constantly, and I know Only Friends already exists there, but these three aren’t on that page, and I’m too lazy to add their profiles on their myself, so I’m asking y’all what you think their personality types are.

I’m gonna put my own opinions under the cut, you aren’t obligated to look at them, it’s totally valid if you wanna form your own opinions and then look at mine so mine won’t cloud your judgment before thinking up your own, if you do look at mine please don’t criticize me if you strongly disagree with me.

(Also I will happily talk about any character’s mbti in this show, or any other show/media (if it’s media I consume) for that matter, if y’all wanna discuss more!)

April: ISFP. I’m actually pretty sure on this one even though she hasn’t had that much screentime. However if she’s an ISTP that wouldn’t exactly surprise me. I might be stereotyping a bit since she’s into indie films, but overall I’ve just gotten the ISFP vibe from her.

Dan: either ENFJ or ISFJ. Yeah I know those two aren’t that much alike. That’s what confuses me about my opinions too. I am pretty sure he has strong Fe though. I think I may lean a little bit towards intuition for him because of how open he was to whatever Nick thought of the relationship, also ENFJ and INFP get along really well and usually work well romantically, and Nick is an INFP. I can’t tell if him saying he has never dated a younger person before is a sign of Si and he’s basically expressing he has no former experience to go off of or if it’s a sign of Ni because he’s open to trying it. Either way FJ types are both really good with communication, and he’s one of the only people in this series that communicates properly.

Boeing: I literally have no clue at all. He confuses me so much. Literally for all the letters I’m like “yeah I can’t see any particular lean.” I feel like if he took the test all the percentages would be pretty close to even. He has his own agenda but can easily fit into any situation. Based off of that though, I’m gonna say perceiving type. My gut is telling me IxFP, and if he were an ISFP the “Mew is a better version of me” comment would make sense since Mew is an INFP (look I know the consensus on the pdb right now is INFJ but nah my boy Mew is an INFP) (sorry again for stereotyping ISFPs, I really gotta examine my biases as an intuitive person now). But honestly though I think he sees the bigger picture too much to be a sensor. As for extroversion vs introversion… I think he’s an ambivert? He’s not really radiating enough extroverted energy for me to type him as E, but even as I write this I’m starting to doubt myself. As for why I think he’s a feeler, I just see Fi in him. But like,, again, if he has dom Ti and inf Fe that also wouldn’t surprise me. I am not any more sure than how I was when I started this paragraph of nonsense.

Hope you enjoyed my musings!

[bccksmarts]

𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐍.

— BASICS! ♡

NAME: Pom ( Pommy, PomPom, Pommei, Pomione, you get the idea )

PRONOUNS: She / Her ( they is fine as well! )

ZODIAC SIGN: Taurus

TAKEN OR SINGLE: Taken and have been for nearly 6 years w/ my dumbass of a BF ✨

— THREE FACTS! ♡

I've got way over 40+ Pop figures. You could say I have an obsession, but I say I'm just passionate with collecting things

I have a triple art diploma which I don't do fuck all with. I just draw Hermione Granger or Marinette Dupain-Cheng most of the time 🙈

I actually find cropping icons, making graphics and theme editing quite therapeutic?? I know, it sounds almost psychopathic, but I actually like getting into the nitty gritty of codes and how to add more things to them, like I did with the drop downs on Hermione's about page.

— EXPERIENCE! ♡

PLATFORMS USED: I started out on Facebook at the age of 9 years old. I know, what a pro play move. I was young, stupid and that was the only platform I really knew about. Then I came to Tumblr, been on and off of here for years but I've been consistently here for about... 7 years?? Give or take??

PLOTTING / WINGING IT / MEMES: I like all three, actually. Winging it and Memes kind'a fit into the same slot when you really think about it, I like how spontaneous things are and the directions things can possibly go into, it's mysterious and I love that. I DO love plotting too, most times my head is just goldfish and empty but when we get started, I generate ideas so fast so we can bounce off of each other!! It's fun and I'm for it. So yes, definitely all of those options.

— MUSE PREFERENCE! ♡

GENDER: Me, myself, write females!! The odd male sometimes, I guess the exception would be Crookshanks in this case, since he's just a cat.

MULTI OR SINGLE MUSE: This is a single muse blog but I DO run a massive multi muse blog which is kind'a dead at the moment, so both really.

LEAST FAVOURITE FACECLAIM(S): Eh, I've got no preference. I like the FC's I have, and it's each to their own who they pick for their muses.

— FLUFF / ANGST / SMUT! ♡

FLUFF: Y e s. PLEASE and THANK YOU.

ANGST: See above. Gotta love a tad bit of pain.

SMUT: Rare, but I don't mind it! Suggestive things have been fine to mess about with, like dirty pick up lines, but y'know, I'm still "recent" in that area.

Tagged by: @toxicmalicex ( thank you lovely!! )

Tagging: Whoever would like to!! ♡

[ducknotinarow]

[2012 RaphArnold - hug your father in law because here he is being a dad]

"Raphael, there yer are," Arnold grinned, just having caught a glimpse of green, "Was wonderin' if I coul' show yer somethin' pretty quick."

When the Turtle came over, Arnold showed him said thing - a book. A clearly old book, hand made, with older papers with hand written words, and a ribbon binding everything together. On the front, in faded, yet beautiful, cursive was a simple phrase: 'Jones Family Cook book'. Arnold smiled,

"This has been in my family for years, my ma gave it t' me, an' her ma gave it t' her, an' their ma t' them, an' so on, for generations," Arnold explains, "We all add our own recipes t'."

Arnold was careful as he flicked through the pages, showing as they got newer, the writing changed. Even Casey and Angel had little sections near the end, each one separated by a tab made by said person, though, Casey and Angel's parts had very few recipes added,

"I've already taught Casey an' Angel my own, an' I'd like t' teach yer the same ones t', I trus' yer won't burn anythin'," He lightly jokes, soon sighing softly, "But, there's jus' one problem with the book, it's missin' someone," Arnold looks to Raph, smile soft, "It's missin' yer section."

Arnold is careful as he holds out the book to them, waiting for Raphael to take it,

"Yer my son t' Raph, an' I wan' yer t' add t' our book, if yer wan' t' as well," Arnold asks of them, "Who knows, if yer an' Casey ever get a few munchkins of yerself, they can add t' it t' - but uh, I'm sure that's a long way away."

He barely knew Raph but was already thinking about grandkids, maybe he should slow down a little,

"Still, I'd like yer t' add to our family book, an' when yer get some more time, I'll teach yer my lasagne recipe, one of my kids gotta be able t' cook it without turnin' it int' charcoal."

| Muse Interaction

"I dunno, jus' feels 'ike a mess Case." Was the best the turtle had to offer as he spoke to his boyfriend over the phone. Sitting out not to far from their home. Casey making his way home the plan was to meet up and head out but Raphael was no longer in the mood to bash skulls or tag up any walls. Of course Casey asked what was wrong seeing if he needed to make use of their code to instead talk and vent. "I ain't ya know tryin' not to tell ya jus' I don' know how to word it?" He offers but from the tone in Casey voice he knows they know that. Hell Casey gets it better than anyone how hard it can be word your emotions. Sure he could write his out Raph not so much he needed time to figure it out. And well he had a lot to figure out, he sort of had a fight with Splinter. Not sure if you can call it a fight much. Fights were physical or verbal, Raph didn't get much word in simply cutting it all of with 'hai sense' bowed head and dipped out the first chance he had. Grateful for Casey in this moment when they offer to stay in for the night instead. Made better when telling Raph they could just hang out at his place.

If it weren't for the fact he felt like he would be imposing or whatever he would be over at the Jones' home more than he already was. Which said a few things about the turtle as is. Apparently he was slightly polite and surprisingly he wasn't over near as much as it may seem. Raph was well aware just how welcomed he was by Casey and his family. Something he never fully got his mind wrapped around, but at the same time he kept visits to a decent balance so Splinter wouldn't be on his case to much. Raphael understands it comes from a concur and a worry in his own father maybe fear too. Not to mention he didn't want to over stay his welcome. Assuming there was a limit to such a thing. Raph just didn't want to risk what had come to be his safe haven in a sense. And he has a feeling Casey aware of that fact, but Casey's such a good boyfriend not seeming to mind the times Raph wants to simply hide out in it when it's needed. Though he dose still go through Casey bed room window most the time. Best way to get right to his boyfriend after all. But now? He was allowed to come to the front door.

It was dark out so he was pretty easily hidden thanks to the lack of street lights. It felt sort of weird as he knocked on the door. So normal and mundane but filled his shell with an overwhelming sensation. It's eased away when Casey's gap tooth smile greets him at the door and invite him in hard not to return the grin. Having gotten there not too long after Casey had it seemed they were just going to head right up to his room. But it seemed the moment Raph's presence wasn't only known by Casey, rhe turtle would be summoned by another in the house.

"Raphael, there yer are,"

On instinct he paused and turned around to peek his head over, letting them better see him. As he was just met with a smile. Did they know he would be popping around? " uhhey Aronarld, I'm here, need somethin' ?" The turtle was still learning how to walk around the eldest human he was different from April's Dad course dating. Casey may have a lot to do with the approach as well.

"Was wonderin' if I coul' show yer somethin' pretty quick."

Well now he was curious by the suggestion, tossing a look to Casey a moment. "I'll catch up to ya." He idly states before turning and making his way over to thier Dad. He really liked the guy even if they could be a tad corny but it was a good kind. They seemed bejist really beyond cool with Casey dating Raphael. And even about Raoh being a turtle, sure he was bound to have some moment, but honestly? It felt nice having another human who didn't scream at the sight of him. Raphael offered a smile to them then looked down to what they wanted to show him. Tilting his head to the side as he lookong over the aged pages unevenly stacked all banded up with a ribbon actting as a spine. Reading over the cover it was a cook book, a Jones cook book at that. He didn't guess cooking was a big thing for them? Seeing how Casey cooking skills weren't much to sneeze at.

"This has been in my family for years, my ma gave it t' me, an' her ma gave it t' her, an' their ma t' them, an' so on, for generations,"

Raphael offers a nod of his head as Aronald leafs through the pages of the cook book. But he dosent quite understand why they are showing him thier family cook book still?

"We all add our own recipes t'."

That's kind of nice he thinks having something that been passed down like so entrusted to each part of thier family added on even. Made clear as some pages were newer than others. Hand writing differed between the sections even. Think back on hiw Splinter would mention heirlooms his own family had long ago. Thier weapons were part of those. They didn't really have anything like this maybe that photo album but Mikey took over on that. Leo would get Splinters sword that was always known. And kind of what caused the not so much if a fighting they had.

He let's that thought move away as he shifts and moves to get comfortable where he's standing right now. Looking at the name tabs of the sections till its gets to Arnorld he sees Casey and Angel even have sections. Course Raphael smiles at the sight if Casey's name. He's half tempted to joke with thier Dad about how many different way can one person burn a meal.

"I've already taught Casey an' Angel my own, an' I'd like t' teach yer the same ones t', I trus' yer won't burn anythin',"

The offer to teach him some of his own recipes goes over Raphs head a second as he dosen't even hide the snicker that comes out of him when Aronald makes a similar snide at his kids expense. Deciding it might be fine to add in his own but he's cut off as they contuine to speak

"But, there's jus' one problem with the book, it's missin' someone,"

Oh? This must be why he asked for Raph? Though he don't know what the problem is or even how Raph can help? Maybe a receipe was missing? Taken? Oh family drama they have a section fully missing due to some in family fighting and Raph can sneak into wherever to get it!

Honestly though the answer he's given paired with the soft smile they wore was far from what he ever would have expected to here.

"It's missin' yer section."

"My what?" Raphs bewilderment can't go unnoticed needing a second before he's even aware they were holding the book out for him to take. Raph near forgetting how his arms and hands even function before he gingerly took the book carefully holding it in his hands. He dosent knkw what todo what to see even why would he get a section?

"Yer my son t' Raph, an' I wan' yer t' add t' our book, if yer wan' t' as well,"

He lifts his gaze up to them unsure what to say to that. How could he be thier son? He bearly knew Raph yet he considered them family? What did Raph even do for them to think of him in that way? He tries but try as he can he just can't recall a time Raph had done a thing for that to be earned.

"Who knows, if yer an' Casey ever get a few munchkins of yerself, they can add t' it t' - but uh, I'm sure that's a long way away."

And now he's sure he blushing at that. Kids?! Okay well technically they did treat thier pet turtle like thier joint son but. Shit! He wants the book to go through them then?! Ugh his head his spin his tongue is tied the fuck is he meant todo right now?!

This is too much right he can't accept this? Can he? For some reason though Arnold's voice seems to clam the anxious spin out his mind was going through in that second.

"Still, I'd like yer t' add to our family book, an' when yer get some more time, I'll teach yer my lasagne recipe, one of my kids gotta be able t' cook it without turnin' it int' charcoal."

His eyes just widen a moment he can't comprehend this at all. How can he just do this? Welcome Raphael how he dose? Claim them part of his family even. Raphael hadn't done anything worthy of that. He wants Raphael part of it even a book full of Jones and he felt Raph had a place with them? Raph didn't even have a place in his father's mind as being considered worth the Hamato family's values and ways. But he was worth this?

Raph lowers his head lookong down to the pages carefully tracing his thumb on the edge of the pages. His mind suddenly went blank he couldn't think he'll he had to remind himself to breath in that moment. He manges a smile, unsure of hiw he normally wears those in the first place. He feels something swelling in his chest but he can't name it. Casey Dad was just being nice right?

"I can' make time." He simply answers with, a slient yes i want to spend that time with you hidden in his words. "I never had anythin' as good as your lasagna after all so love ta know how to make it." He offers to try and hide the welling emotions building up in him as he carefully sets the book down. Not wanting to lose a single page on the binding.

As soon as it was safe though he steps over a second and put his arms around Aronald wishing to die the second his body moved but it was quick and fast as he gave them a a faint squeeze between his arms. Praying that they can't tell how much this just hit him he can't even explain it or fathom it. It's just a cook book but it was also not just about the book. Before he let go and moved back from Aronald, eyes kept low holding his self-control over himself in that moment. "Thanks." It soft near faint before he slowly steps away again. "I uh should get back to Case for now, but definitely gonna plan somethin' out to learn from you don't wanna just drop it on ya after all." Legs move please he begs as he steps away and retreats towards Casey's room. Nothing again Aronald he just needed the comforting presence Casey offered when he felt way too much for his own liking.

[crownshattered-arch]

|| ALRIGHTY!! Today is the first day back to school/work for my family (not me, since I've BEEN in classes) so that means the house is finally quiet again. And for ME, that means I can focus without any distractions!! I need to work on school things tomorrow, but for today, I'm going to do some blog maintenance!!

Here's a list of the things I want to get done today~

DRAFTS, OBVIOUSLY!! But I hope to get a LOT of writing done so I can make my queue post 11 times a day again~

Finish up Kira's verse pages

Update my rules a little bit (there were multiple things I wanted to update, but I can only think of one now.....oops.....)

A few chores around the house

Update Mila's bio with her backstory

Kristian's backstory has been updated on his bio, but I want to make a post that actually explains what happened at RSA to get him expelled. I have that all plotted out now, finally, but I just need to put it into writing and link it from the bio itself!!

Write Lia's part of book 6!! I have a LOT of ideas but nothing too concrete. Until I actually write it down, just know that she knew Idia was going to overblot, secretly nudged him towards overblotting, was told to let the overblot run its course even if that meant putting the other students in danger bc of Idia, and then doing SOMETHING to finally stop Idia. I think she used her signature spell. I think she almost died because of it. 👉👈

Fix ALL my muse bios!! Idk if you guys noticed, but I added a couple new features to my muse bios that haven't been edited to fit the themes of the bios. I'm gonna do that.

FINALLY add Alhaitham to my muse roster and give him a blank (but designed) bio page

I think that's it.??

That's a LOT of things to do in one day, and I know I won't finish them all today. Luckily, I have a week between my last assignment this week and my final for this class, so I can spend some of that time working on this!!

Since I'm gonna really be trying to focus on this stuff, I won't really be on discord and stuff today. Maybe tonight, but I gotta get my tumblr shit together before I can work on my OOC things!!

[driveucrzy]

Ain't nobody stopping you adding Ri

maybe someone should, you really not helping me here. but ya girl has no self control so… 

say hi to tiki browne, 32 year old publicist who also occasionally braids hair on the side. 

[mischiefandspirits]

Bernard Figures It Out

Was reading through all the comments on @frostbittenbucky's post and all I could think of was that it was Bernard talking to Tim. Then I got to thinking...

"I've connected the two dots."

"You didn't connect shit."

"I've connected them."

Bernard figures out Tim's a superhero... sort of.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Tim fidgetted nervously as he waited on the front porch of his boyfriend’s house. Bernard had sounded so serious when he’d called during Tim’s lunch to ask him to come over after work so they could talk about something.

Which Tim had done, after spending an entire board meeting just going over the past week trying to figure out what he’d done.

The only thing he could think of was that he’d ducked out halfway through their lunch date on Wednesday to give Duke some backup, but Bernard had seemed understanding when Tim explained there was an emergency at GRC Labs. It couldn’t have been a tipping point, either, since Tim had managed to only flake on three other dates over the past few months they’d been dating. Kate had been happy to cover for him as often as she could “out of queer solidarity” when she found out Tim was dating a boy for the first time and Tim had managed to trick Bruce into covering a few actual Wayne Enterprises emergencies for him when they came up.

There had to be a reason Bernard was breaking up with him, though. Had he missed something? He definitely wasn’t forgetting an important day. He was good with days and Tam was even better, so she would have reminded him on the off chance that he had forgotten.

What was he missing?

Bernard was smiling when he opened the door, but there was a nervous energy to it that had Tim’s stomach sinking. “Hey, Tim.”

“Hey.” Tim gave his own nervous smile then slipped inside.

They went into the living room and sat down on the couch.

Tim frowned when Bernard grabbed a manila folder off the coffee table. Crud, had he screwed up enough that Bernard had had to make a list? He knew he was new to dating a guy, but he hadn’t thought he’d done that bad. He’d really been trying, especially with how his and Stephanie’s relationship had fallen apart at the end. “What -”

“Just let me speak, Tim,” Bernard said, waiting for Tim’s nod. “Okay, so you know Clark Kent, right?”

Tim blinked as Bernard opened the folder to show a picture of Clark. It looked like one of the employee pictures from the Planet’s website, with his dorky “I’m just a humble country boy” smile and the golden globe from their roof photoshopped in as the background. “Uh, yeah? I think so. He works for the Daily Planet, right? I think he’s worked at a few of Bruce’s events. Not a lot of outside reporters are willing to come to Gotham.”

“Exactly!” Bernard said, snapping his fingers and pointing at Tim.

“What?”

He pulled out the picture to show the next page was an article titled, “DAILY PLANET REPORTER… BATMAN!?”

A wave of relief washed over Tim and he placed his face in his hands. “Were you up all night on the hero conspiracy boards again?”

“No. I mean, I found this on a board and was up all night thinking about it, but I found it reasonably early.”

“One in the morning isn’t reasonable, Bernard.”

“Says the guy who’s always wide awake when I call to infodump.”

“Touché.” Tim leaned against Bernard and gave him a smile. “So tell me, why is some reporter from Metropolis from all places Batman.”

“First of all, living in Metropolis is the perfect cover. Everyone assumes Batman would live in Gotham, no one would consider he could be from anywhere else. Metropolis is outside the GMA, but close enough that the commute is still possible.”

“But it’s Metropolis.”

“And who would think Gotham’s Dark Knight lives in the sunshine capital? Plus, I hear he disappears a lot on the job. There’s gotta be a reason for it!”

Tim made a note to let Clark know he needs to cut back on the disappearing act some since people are catching on.

“And have you seen the guy? He is swol AF, babe.”

“Please don’t call me babe while you’re talking about how hot another guy is.” Especially Tim’s honorary uncle.

“You know I prefer twinks.”

“BERNARD!”

“I’m just saying,” he continued, ignoring Tim’s shout. “The guy is definitely hiding something! Besides, Kent is an investigative reporter. He’s gotta know a lot about cases and the underground and detective work.”

Not as much as he likes people to think, but more than he likes people to know Superman does, Tim mused. “But what about the other vigilantes?”

“Well, Kent has a cousin…” Bernard flipped through a folder and pulled out a picture of Kara. It looked like a screenshot of her interviewing Lena for CatCo. “She’s obviously the latest Batgirl. Look at her hair. And the first Batgirl and the current Batwoman were obviously Lois Lane, the red hair is just a wig. Did you see how she kicked butt at that last event she went to? She’s not as subtle as Kent. That means their son is the latest Robin. He’s exactly the right size.”

Oh, Damian better not hear about this, Tim cackled internally. His youngest brother hated being reminded that Jon was the same height as him despite their two years age difference. Damian definitely took after Talia when it came to body type, no matter what he said.

“And Kent also has a brother.” This time he pulled out a picture of Kon. The clone must have been caught by a reporter out shopping with Ma since he was carrying some paper bags and glaring at whoever was behind the camera. “At least, he’s supposedly Kent’s brother, but he was a teenager when he first showed up with the Kents. A lot of people think he’s actually Kent’s son, that Kent got a girl pregnant when they were teenagers and something happened to the mom so Kent had to take him in. Now the Kents are trying to hide it by saying the two are brothers.”

That was… scarily accurate actually. Especially given Luthor and Clark were close friends at the time that Kon would have theoretically been born.

“And that beef would explain why the younger Kent brother went all crime lord on Gotham for a while before reconnecting with the family.”

“Wait, what?”

“Yeah, Kent Jr.’s got the perfect build for Red Hood.”

Tim bit back a comment on how Kon was shorter than Jason by a good foot. Timothy Drake-Wayne should not know that. Add Jason to the list of people who can’t hear this theory.

“And then there’s this girl,” Bernard picked up a picture of Lois, Jon, and Natasha Irons walking down the street together. “No one’s sure exactly who she is, but she’s been spotted with the Kents a few times. I think the cover story is that she’s Jon’s babysitter.”

“And the actual story?”

“She’s Black Bat, obviously. That’s why she wears a mask that fully covers her face. She doesn’t want to stand out as the only African American Bat.”

“Isn’t Signal also Black?”

“Yeah, but he works in the daytime so he’s already a standout.”

“And who is Signal in this? And what about Nightwing and Red Robin?”

“Well, Nightwing’s just a Blüd who came to Gotham. He doesn’t count.”

Ouch. Sorry, Dick.

“And Red Robin is obviously an older Robin, the one who was Robin when we were kids. Kent wanted to keep him on, and I don’t blame him. As for Signal, he’s got the same backstory as all the other Robins Kent picked up, he just went the Signal route because he didn’t fit the usual Robin mold.”

“Because the female Robin fit the mold,” Tim snorted. Robin Mold, as if he and his brothers were even the same ethnicity. Or even had the same hair color. Jason dyes his hair, Dick’s is brown-black, Tim’s is pure black, and Damian’s is more a dark brown and it’s only getting lighter as he gets older.

“She didn’t, that’s the point. Kent tried to give breaking the Robin mold a chance by letting his cousin have a go at it, but he realized it just didn’t work so she went back to being Spoiler and he got a new Robin.”

Not touching that with a ten-foot pole. “Right, and where does he get the usual Robins? Please tell me you’re not back on the secret government orphanages theory.”

“No, no, no. Kent travels sometimes for his job, right? And a lot of the time he’s going to places that have been hit by disasters or major crimes. So he’ll take in some of the displaced children to train as his robins.”

Tim pressed his face back into his hands.

“You see it, right?”

Honestly, Tim was just wondering how his boyfriend could be so close, and yet so far off. “How would Kent even afford taking care of a bunch of secret -- possibly illegally acquired -- children without anyone noticing?”

“Simple. Bruce Wayne is funding him.”

“Bernard, I love you, but what the heck?” Tim blushed and looked up as he realized what he’d said, but Bernard didn’t seem to notice as he steamrolled ahead.

“It’d also explain how he can afford all the gear and how he’d be able to travel to Gotham or anywhere else Batman goes without anyone noticing. He probably has a secret Batplane or something.”

“Why would Bruce do that?”

“Because Wayne cares about Gotham, everyone knows that, and this way he can make sure someone’s taking care of the city without anyone putting two and two together.”

“And two plus two is?”

Bernard gave him a hard look. “I’m not stupid, Tim. Bruce Wayne is obviously Superman. His face is right there.”

Oh, the others are going to love this! Too bad I can’t tell Damian or Jason. Jason especially would have loved this. “Right. Bruce is Superman.”

“He is. Superman is known for being nice and Bruce Wayne’s basically all that’s keeping the city running at this point. That’s nice as hell.”

Oh my god.

“And Wayne does charity for the victims of cataclysms, doesn't he? I bet he first saves people from them as Superman and then builds them new homes for free.”

Oh my god! Why am I not recording this!?

“And the Wayne’s were rich enough to hide the fact they adopted an alien baby.”

Tim raised an eyebrow. “If you’re about to tell me this is why Bruce’s parents got killed, you might want to stop while you’re ahead.”

“It’d make sense. There’re all sorts of unanswered questions about their deaths,” Bernard muttered under his breath, flipping through the folder. He pulled out another picture of Kara. This time she was in full Supergirl attire with a bus held overhead. “So if Wayne is Superman, then that’d mean your ex-girlfriend could be Supergirl. They look a lot alike and it’d explain how she got involved with you all.”

“Bernard, she has a human dad. You know, Cluemaster. The supervillain.”

“Yeah, her dad. But we don’t know anything about her mom!”

“Let me guess…”

Bernard pulled out a picture of Karen. She and Helena were suited up and talking to a group of cops, two goons held over each of Karen’s shoulders. “Her mom could be Power Girl! Some makeup and a wig and she could look just like Crystal Brown! And Damian Wayne is obviously the new Superboy! That’s why his background is such a mystery, right? He had to stay a secret until he could control his alien superpowers. That’s why he’s always so mean. It’s a cover since everyone knows Superboy is super sweet!”

Sure, when he’s not helping Damian pull pranks or using his adorable powers to put the blame on Kon and I. “No, Bernard. Damian and Steph are just very human hellspawn. And Bruce and Crystal are human too. I can’t believe you called me over here just to tell me you think Superman is both Batman’s sugar daddy and my adoptive dad.”

“Well, that’s not exactly why I called you over,” Bernard admitted, the nervous energy coming back. He grabbed Tim’s hands. “Tim -”

Tim’s stomach sank. “You are breaking up with me!”

“What? No! I don’t want to break up!”

“Why are you acting all nervous and serious then!?” Tim asked, pulling his hands away to throw them up in the air.

Bernard shook the folder. “Because I’m trying to tell you I figured out you’re Superboy!”

Tim’s brain blue-screened and his hands slowly dropped. “I’m sorry, what?”

“I know you’re Superboy. The older one, obviously. By the way, you and Damian really need to figure out separate names.”

Forget Jason and Damian, Kon can never find out about this. He’d never let me live it down. “Bernard, you called me a twink five minutes ago. Su-” Shoot, I can not risk getting Kon’s attention! “The older one might not be as big as Superman, but he’s not a twink.”

“Well, yeah, that’s the shapeshifting at work.”

“The what?”

“Obviously you Kryptonians can shapeshift. Why else would you look so much like humans?”

… Why do Kryptonians look so much like humans? Was there some - Wait, no! Break into the Fortress of Solitude for research later! Reassure your boyfriend that you’re not an alien now! “Bernard -”

“And that explains why your step-mom was so hot.”

“Gross.”

“She and your dad were actors hired by Luthor so you could have a normal life! But now Bruce has custody so he adopted you.”

“No.”

“That’s why you and your dad were so weird with each other when I met him.”

“We were weird because he’d just gotten out of a coma not long before to find that his wife was dead so he decided to actually be a dad for once in his life, but overcompensated and became a helicopter parent to a kid who was mostly on his own for his entire life!” Tim blurted out. “I am not an alien, Bernard!”

“Well, not technically since you were cloned from Superman on Earth.”

“Oh my god! You were just talking about Steph being Supergirl! Why would I date my dad’s cousin?”

Bernard blinked. “Supergirl and Superman are cousins?”

Right, Timothy Drake-Wayne wasn’t supposed to know that. “I thought they’d said something like that before, yeah. Are people seriously saying I’m Superboy on the internet?”

“NO! No, I swear I would have led with that if I thought your identity was compromised. A few people have mentioned Wayne and Damian, but not you or Steph or Jason.”

“Wh-Jason!? You think Jason was an alien too!”

“No, not exactly, but a few times when I’ve visited I swear I’ve seen a guy in the manor who looks like Jason. It’s just been out of the corner of my eye and he’s gone whenever I look so I’ve always thought it was just Dick or Bruce or some picture of Jason that my mind was playing tricks with, but it makes sense now that I know Wayne is Superman. He must have been able to heal Jason with alien tech, but couldn’t say anything because that would give away that he’s Superman.”

Damn it Jason! And damn it Bernard! I’m dating the smartest moron in the world! “Bruce did not bring Jason back with alien technology and none of us are aliens!”

“It’s okay, Tim. I won’t tell anyone.”

Tim grabbed Bernard by the jacket and pulled him into a kiss. When he started to feel lightheaded, he pulled back, “Could someone whose skin is as solid as stone kiss like that?”

Bernard blinked dazedly at him for a moment. “How do you know what Superboy’s skin feels like?”

Tim screamed internally. “He’s saved me from a kidnapping before.”

“Really?”

“Yes. I can get you the police report if you want.”

“Huh… And the others?”

“Not Supers. I can stab Damian the next time we’re at the manor if that’ll prove none of us are aliens.” He’d rather stab Jason, but that would probably only confirm to Bernard that Bruce used alien technology to bring him back.

“You probably shouldn’t stab your brother if he isn’t an alien.”

Tim rolled his eyes. “I won’t stab him anywhere deadly.”

“That’s not the point,” Bernard said slowly.

“He’ll be fine.”

“If you say so.”

“So do you believe I’m not an alien now?” Tim huffed, letting go of Bernard’s jacket.

The blond’s eyes dipped down to Tim’s lips. “If I say no, will you kiss me like that again?”

“You’re ridiculous,” Tim said, but he kissed him anyway.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Okay, but I still say Clark Kent is definitely Batman.”

“Sure, Bernard.”

[prismatica-the-strange]

My Pretty Boy

Warnings: 18+, drug use, fluff, Eddie being the cutest bisexual motherfucker

Synopsis: Eddie in a skirt

Pairings: Forged in Hellfire

"Ooo!" Eddie smiles cheekily back at Mika on her bed, "Should wear these for me more."

He snickers when she glares, shoving the panties in his hands into his back pocket before going back to digging through her dresser.

"How do you expect me to wear them if you steal them?" She asks through the blunt between her lips.

"Oh, this is cute," He muses, ignoring her question as he pulls out a black plaid pleated skirt, "How come I've never seen you wear this?"

She looks at the clothing being held aloft between his fingers and shrugs, going back to her book.

"So woefully underused, aren't you?" He pouts, "I guess I'll have to fix that."

"No way, bucko, I'm not changing," She warns, not looking up from the inked pages in front of her, "I'm super comfy."

"Who said you were going to wear it?" He snipes back, standing up, "Looks just about my size."

She glances up when she hears him unzip his pants, eyes meeting his for a moment, "You gonna be a peeping tom over there?"

She raises one hand in surrender, "Sorry." She turns back to her book.

There's an array of shuffling fabric, before he stands in front of the bed, "Whaddya think?"

She looks back at him and she's taken aback, the skirt looks really cute on him. A lot cuter than it ever did on her, which is why it was gathering dust at the back of her dresser.

"Lookin good, Munson," She smiles honestly, making him flush slightly. She sits up and tosses her book aside, taking another hit, "Give us a spin."

He does a little twirl, skirt fluttering sightly and he freezes, a happily surprised look on his face, "Oh."

"Oh?"

His eyes find hers, "I think I just realized why girls like these so much."

She giggles when he starts swaying his hips to the music coming from her radio, grinning at the way the flowing fabric moves.

She watches him get used to how it feels before interrupting, "I think it's missing something."

"Oh yeah?" His voice excited.

She hums, snatching his pants from the floor and fiddling with them. She drops them back on the floor, turning to him with a smile and his chain and belt in her hands.

He has hearts in his eyes as he quickly tucks his shirt in and adds the accessories.

"Perfect!"

He looks at himself in the mirror for a moment before shaking his head, "No, not yet."

"What are you looking for?" She asks as he rummages around her room.

"I can't-" He opens her desk drawer, making a mess as he looks through it, "I want you to do my nails black."

"Oh!" She thinks for a moment before jumping on the bed. She leans over the edge, moving a couple shoes and soda bottles out of the way, "I got it!"

He pulls her back upright and into his lap, "Paint away gorgeous."

She tries to do a nice job, but it's hard when he keeps nipping at her ear and making her laugh.

"Hold still! You're gonna make me spill it!" She scolds.

"Hey, Mika?" There's a knock at the door.

"It's open!"

It opens and her little brother riot stands in the doorway, "Mom says she's ordering pizza, she wants to know if guys want some?"

"Ohh, Pizza sounds great, but we're heading to the movies soon."

"Whatever, cool skirt, Eddie." He says as he shuts the door.

"Riot likes my skirt," He grins proudly.

"I heard," She finishes his last few fingers and caps her polish, "So what were you thinking about going to see?"

"I was thinking of that new Disney one. What was it called? The one based on Sherlock Holmes."

"Great Mouse Detective," She says before holding his hands up, "Blow."

They each blow on one set of nails until she deems them dry enough by linking her fingers with his.

"I ever tell you I love you?" He sighs, kissing her hand.

"I think so... Refresh my memory?"

"I love you." The words spill from his lips before she finishes and she leans back into him.

"I love you too."

He looks over at the clock and jumps, "We gotta go if we wanna get there on time."

"The movie doesn't start for another hour."

"I wanna stop somewhere first."

"Oh, ok. You wanna bring your pants in case it gets chilly?" She asks as she grabs her bag.

"Nah, I'm man enough to ignore the cold," He grins, hand outstretched for her to take.

He holds the door for her when they get to Family Video, walking in behind her. After they find the movies he wanted to watch he goes up to the counter, hips swaying so the skirt swishes with each step.

"What are you wearing?" Steve asks.

"New skirt," Eddie smiles with a flourishing twirl, "Jealous Harrington?"

"Jealous? Of what?" He scoffs.

"That this ass is already spoken for, obviously," He teases, leaning his elbows on the counter, back arched to stick his butt out, "Cause it looks damn good right now."

"Get over yourself, Munson," He mutters as he puts the tapes into the system.

"Why don't you get over me?" He bites his lip, leaning further over the counter, putting his weight on his arms, and kicking his feet slightly.

"I'm sorry," Mika cuts in, stepping up behind him, "But are you flirting Edgar?"

"What?" He quickly stands up straight, "N-no!"

"Oh? Praytell then," She teases, "What were you doing?"

"Just showin' off my new duds to Harrington here," He plays with the ends of the fabric, "He thinks I look beautiful, don'tcha big boy?"

Steve's eyebrows furrow in confusion when Eddie blows him a kiss.

"Alright, you two gonna get a room, or are we going to the movies?" Mika asks, "Cause I'm going whether you are or not."

"My lady beckons," He sighs, hands wrapping around his freshly rented VHSs, "Our clandestine meeting must be cut short."

"Don't be so dramatic," Mika giggles, "You can talk to your boyfriend tomorrow."

"But Mikaelaaaa!" He whines as she pulls him towards the door, "It's destiny!"

"See you later Steve!" She waves.

"I don't get them." He mutters to himself in confusion as he watches them drive away.

⁙⁘⁙⁘⁙

"So which do you wanna watch first?" Eddie asks. He follows her through her house, as he looks at the tapes in his hand.

"I wanna watch... That ass get in my bed," She says, "I'm tired."

"Already? It's barely 11:00!"

"And I have work in the morning," She groans, turning to pout at him, "Now come on, I want my Eddie cuddles."

Her hands tug at his belt and he lets out a little growl, "How am I supposed to say no to you when you pout at me like that?"

He laughs when her face breaks into a grin and she pulls him toward her room.

"I love you in that, by the way," She comments when he sticks his thumbs in the waistband of the skirt to take it off, making him freeze.

"Really?" He smirks.

"Mmm, makes your ass look nice, and don't get me started on your hips!"

"Should I... leave it on?" He asks.

"I definitely wouldn't object."

He does take off his belt and chain before climbing into bed with her.

"What are you doing?" He asks when she straddles his legs, hands playing with the skirt's hem.

"Just admirin' how pretty you look," she reaches up to tuck his har behind his ear, "My pretty, pretty boy."

He looks at her with wide eyes and pink cheeks, "I should borrow your clothes more often."

She hums as she leans forward and kisses him, "I think you should keep it. Looks better on you anyway."

Her hands start to wander and he chuckles, "I thought you were tired, Songbird."

"'M not allowed to touch you anymore?" She whines. He melts when she nuzzles up against his neck, wrapping his arms around her.

"No, of course you can sweetheart," he kisses her hair, "But if my girl is sleepy, she should snuggle down and sleep."

"Mmm... okay." She relaxes against him, "Love you pretty boy Munson... My pretty boy."

°•°•°•°

Eddie Munson/Forged in Hellfire taglist: @pointlesslygay @ofherscarlettwitchways @canis-da-fanboy

[twstinginthewind]

🎁 YOUR MUSE GIVING MINE A GIFT (Mia giving Sia a gift!!)

Warm & Fuzzy

(Since you asked for two of mine, I might just have to get a certain sweet dormmate of theirs involved, I think you know the guy.)

Early in the morning, Mia took her official Neige leBlanche calendar down from the wall, and ran a manicured finger down the edge of the photo. "It's been a sweet September with you, but all good things gotta come to an end," she said as she turned the calendar page to the next month. A bright new photo was revealed - Neige in a Halloween costume - and she giggled. "And new good things will start! Aw, he looks like a lil' superhero here." She rehung the calendar, and then grinned at the stickers covering the first day of the month. "And now it's time for me to do my hero stuff!"

She gave herself a quick once-over in the mirror, nodding in approval at how her uniform and hair looked, and grabbed a little bag from her vanity table. She picked it up and addressed it. "Just one more thing to add before you go to your new home, haha! I just need to find my special helper."

Bag in hand, Mia rushed over to the botanical gardens. Hopefully, she'd find her target there, before he left for classes. She wound her way through raised beds and just managed to avoid getting spritzed by a watering sprinkler before she finally found them, carefully digging around a particularly enormous orchid.

"Hi, Rose! I'm glad I didn't miss you!" Mia skipped lightly over to him, and held out a hand to help them get to their feet. Rose dusted some grass blades from the front of his knees, and smiled gently at the little freshman.

He raised a hand in greeting. Hello, Mia! shimmered across his palm. They loosed their long hair from the bun it was tucked into as they worked. Mia oohed under her breath, then rocked back and forth a bit on her feet.

"I don't wanna be a pain, but today's the day! Do you have the thingy I asked about?" She looked up at Rose, almost apologetically. "If anyone could make this happen, it'd be you. I know it's not—"

Rose let their shoulders shake a bit with silent laughter, cutting Mia off. He raised a finger, and gestured for her to follow a little further into the grounds.

Mia's eyes grew wide as the two approached their destination. Spreading out ahead of them, wildly out of season but beautifully pink and delicate, was a rare and gorgeous sight. A cherry tree bloomed, oblivious to the autumnal world outside. "OM7, Rose!! You did it! Is it really okay for me to take a branch?"

Rose nodded their head, and pulled a small hedge clipper from their apron pocket. Mia indicated a particular branch, and with a few quick snips, Rose had it in hand, and passed it over to the young beastman girl.

"I can't believe it! This is soooo perfect. I can actually give my sister her favorite flowers on her birthday! I wouldn't have been able to do it without your help, Rose. Thank you!!" She threw her unoccupied arm around Rose and gave a tight hug. "I promise, I'll give you three weeks of help in here in exchange!"

Mia opened the bag, and carefully withdrew a small ceramic vase. She had painted small siamese cats along the bottom edge, and they glittered in the light of the botanical garden. She gently placed the cherry branch into the vase, and held it out in front of her to look. "It's perfect! Sia's gonna loooove this, so much! I'm gonna give it to her, right away! Thank you again, Rooooooooose!" And as quickly as she ran in, she ran back out. Now all she needed to do was find her big sister, so she could start her happiest birthday ever with her favorite flowers!

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What drew you to Chrom originally?

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ok ok. my first time writing chrom was ... *opens old multi muse blog* 8 years ago... March 13, 2014. at that time i did not have a 3ds so i didnt play awakening but for some reason i just liked chrom and gaius without playing the game. i looked at them and i was like yep these two looks fun to write them. tbh i had a mutual who had a custom avatar and i think (not sure i cant tell because old blog and weird tags and dumblr not showing everything) i added gaius first ? then chrom the next day maybe. knowing my like for thieves it was obvious to add gaius at some point even without playing the game. i did the thing i dont like in rp XDD adding muses you are not that familiar with and fuck with their character because ehe~ but let me defend myself. i tried my best to not go ‘ehe’ mode. looking at some posts they are not that far from ic tbh not like.. bragging or anything ;sweat; but y-yeah. dont look at my grammar and typo mistakes please. ahaha;;;;; 

but yeah i believe i read the wiki page from chrom and was i like mhm interesting. will he dethrone ephraim tho????? shhh. i liked his characteristics of being honest, straightforward and looking after his friends (i am as you know weak to nakama.) it is funny that i knew lucina was marth already but it didnt affect the experience to me when i played it because lucina is good. fight me. she was written mwah. chef kiss. now i hope for more actually chapters for lucina alone, her POV when she came to the world and the two year time skip and all but eh. we can do that with writing XD

anyway what am i writing sheesh i got distracted. 

ok so i stopped using my old blog and moved to single blogs and chrom was abandoned with other muses lol. UNTIL WARS AND ARPH CAME AND BEING THE SIN FRIENDS THEY ARE I MADE CHROM BLOG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉

exhibit A

listen. they talked me into this (wars you cannot sue me. i have the naga and the crystal by my side.) ok i got influenced so easily lmao so i made chrom blog solely to write RIsen King Chrom with Arph’s Henry and bother Wars on whatever blog she was on lmao. Just pure angst threads and i didnt expect anyone would find my chrom and write with me or anything but uh...here we are, in a new blog when i noticed that ‘hey ...um people actually...might....like...like like my chrom??? wow. not just shenanigans and dumb posts??? wow ..wild.’ so yeah i had to move to a new blog--here!!! and start actually serious ...pfft...s-serious....pf...AAAAAAAAHAHAH SERIOUS PLOTTING MWAHAHAABAABABABABAHAHAHABGAGAGA!!! ok but compared to my old blog yeah this is serious....ish pfft.

so yeah thats the story of me and this dumb blue lord. thank you for coming to my ted talk. it probably did not answer your question but heck i dont know. i found him, i adopted him, and that’s the story. (whisper i found he was voiced by tomokazu sugita and he was a keeper forever. i didnt know mat merc but i knew sugita-san and i love him so much so duuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh. gotta love me sugita muses)

 ahem. short answer: that stupid himbo smile+opening scene +cool hair+sick moves+tomokazu sugita. mhm.  one think i must add because shay pointed it: dark haired swordsman with sibling issues is my muse type apparently. which i dont believe so. i dont have that type nope. nooope.

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Persephone in “Great Goddesses” by Nikita Gill

I have had this poetry book in my bookshelf for a long time and I was excited to finally read it. There are actually a lot of poems about Persephone as well as a few about Demeter which I decided to include because they are relevant. 

I like this characterization of Demeter. For context, I am stopping to write this as I have been reading the book through and in general I have enjoyed Gill’s characterizations of the goddesses. Her interpretation of Hera really grabbed me, so I’m not surprised that I am continuing to like what she has to say.

The poem book has a few quirky details to it. Sometimes it straightforwardly tells interpretations of myths, sometimes it involves the author’s perspective by either talking to the gods or musing on the modern applications of the ideas of goddesshood (like here), and sometimes it tells stories of the gods in the modern day. All of these have been enjoyable to me. The book is structured in five parts: primordial goddesses, Titans, Olympians, monsters, and mortals. It kind of goes chronologically but all poems about a certain god are grouped together so we’re starting with Demeter, moving to Persephone, and this section will ultimately end with that modern day thing.

Gotta say, I love the idea of Demeter and Hestia being specifically close. That’s how I write them as well. There’s something both companionable and contradictory about their domains that leads the way to this idea. Even though Hera is a mother too, her focus is so much on marriage that the motherly vibe doesn’t exist in the way it does with Demeter (feeding the earth and also being a single mom) and Hestia (childless and single but family-focused).

The Demeter-Zeus connection here is super vague. Was it rape? Was it a union he abandoned to marry Hera (that’s usually my take)? Interesting.

Hestia going into the underworld! That’s a first! Also, love the characterization of both Persephone and Demeter here. I’m feeling a little like Gill glanced at my homework on this conversation.

GOOD ENDING. Clear thesis! Well reasoned. Love it. A.

This poem to me is the weakest so far. It’s really just a threat and honestly, kind of weak one. Demeter, all living things die though. You need a better argument. I understand the necessity for this poem in the collection, but it needs work. I only really like the first stanza. (This is turning into a writing critique somehow. English teacher in the summer vibes I guess) 

I like this interpretation of Persephone a lot. I always feel like one of the best things to lean on about her story is the idea of her wanting her own thing that isn’t just a redundancy with her mother’s power. 

I specifically like the idea presented here that Persephone always had this darkness and death power that just lay dormant and was suppressed by her mother. That really adds to her motivations and connection to Hades. Sometimes I see a different take where Persephone still cares deeply about having her own thing but she brings light and joy to the underworld, which I think is also fine as long as you go about it in the right way. The musical “Mythic” is an example of it not being handled entirely correctly but there’s some good there. 

Yo, okay! This one is really good. As I was reading I was skeptical of the galaxy simile (why would Hades, a dude who never sees the sky, make this comparison), but the payoff in the following lines was choice! The connection to freckles and destiny? Nice. Also, rattle? Death rattle maybe? Yeah. I’ve done that in poems too. 

Ignoring the actual writing, good Hades you got there. 

Simple, but fine, I guess. It’s not saying much that we don’t already know. From a writing perspective, I kind of want to red pen some of the words to make them more. Like “golden meadows” could connect to “ichor” better and “happiest” isn’t the superlative that I would have chosen when you look at the ones preceding it. 

Character development! I like it. 

There was more art in these pages but this was the only one I seem to have a picture of. Enjoy.

Backwards Hadestown vibes on this. Spring is getting shorter? Obviously a climate change thing. I am fascinated by the detail about Persephone not having kids. I very much go back and forth on the idea of whether or not I like Persephone and Hades having kids. I have always kind of liked the idea that they can’t have them (either because one or both of them are infertile or because nothing can be created in the underworld), but this idea is super new to me and I like it!

Hades running a dog shelter, otherwise his job remains the same? Excellent. I also love the detail of why he loves dogs so much. That was very clever.

Overall, love this set of ideas. Love this book. Highly recommend it just in general.

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Hi there, ironpines! (Love the name btw, I read a really good fic about ironwood being a father-figure to Oscar when RWBY and co. get to Atlas).

So this is probably going to be very long but I’ve really gotta vent about some stuff.

(Also, first ask. I honestly didn’t know how to do this for the longest time. Just got back into tumblr a bit ago).

1. I hate Jaune Arc (a lot of people do), but I want to know why. Do you think/believe he’s an author’s pet? Also, why the HELL did he kill Penny in the first place?!? Why not Winter, Nora, or Ruby? Why did he have to go to the island? Just- WHY?

2. In the first three volumes I really liked Team RWBY, but now….how did they get so skewed? What went wrong? How can Ruby be THAT arrogant that she point-blank says to Qrow: “we never needed an adult’s help.” Like- yes you did! If not for Qrow killing the Grimm in v4 they would have been continuously fighting Grimm. I’m the fight against Tyrian (one of my favorite characters and favorite fights) if not for Ruby getting in the way Qrow wouldn’t have been POISONED!

3. (This is the one I’m going to get cyber-ly killed for). (I also had just started RWBY when volume 5 was airing weekly.) The beginning of Volume 5, in my opinion was good. I liked the first five-six chapters, but when AU watched ‘Rest and Resolutions’ V5C7, I was so angry! Everything about the conversation between Ruby, Weiss, and Yang felt so out of character and out of place. It was so bad and the next episodes following that were not good either (only the raven v cinder fight was any good). The battle of Haven was a train wreck that I honestly have no idea how I even retained braincells after that. Like- why KEEP teasing Weiss v emerald if you aren’t going to do anything with it. Why tease Mercury v Yang if you’re not going to do anything new and interesting with the two (Mercury isn’t even a character anymore!)

4. I wish we got good rep. I really wish we didn’t get confirmation on LGBTQ+ characters from supplemental material (that’s not even canon). And I’ve gotta ask, why do you consider cannon? Cuz for me, the only things I consider actually CANNON to the storyline are the Red, White, Black, Yellow Trailers and the show itself (Grimm Eclipse just for the sake of more cool lore about Mountain Glenn and the fact of mutant Grimm). That’s it. I don’t consider the World of Remnants, manga (DC or otherwise, those were HORRIBLE!), anthologies, and the DISGUSTING novels.

(This is the last thing, I promise!)

5. I’m working on a quasi-rewrite RWBY fic and I didn’t know whether or not I should post the first chapter on my page or not. I just really don’t want the simps to come for my head (though it might happen anyway). But I’ve been writing this for about a year and a half now and I really want to post it but I’m so nervous about the reception and backlash. What do you think?

Thanks for answering me and indulging the fact that it’s okay to like something and still want it to be better (critics/the Rwde tag is my favorite because I can read opinions that I mused share but are too scared to put as a post).

Thanks, we picked Ironpines because we loved Ironwood and Oscar, and then our friends, being the good friends they are, immediately told us it was the ship name for them so now we can't have anything nice.

1) First off, yes, we absolutely think Jaune is an author's pet. We don't really go for self-insert anymore since everyone in RWBY was a self-insert, Monty clearly based them off his friends. But now, Jaune is absolutely an author's pet and has been since the start of the show.

Just look at Volume 1. Jaune literally had more of a storyline than Yang, one of the girls in the title. He then went on to have a dumb love triangle in V2, only to resolve it with Neptune without any input from Weiss, because why not, and then V3 was Jaune finally taking more of a step back for Pyrrha, who was long over due some character.

Until V4 where, rather than everyone mourning Pyrrha, we focused on Jaune mourning her instead. Nevermind that Pyrrha was Ren and Nora's teammate too, probably their only family since they're orphans, or how Ruby literally watched Pyrrha die in front of her. Nope, gotta focus on Jaune. Add that it stretches into V5 also, adding another storyline about his Semblance while Ren, Nora, and Ruby have to stand in the background and wait their turn, while Weiss literally loses all her braincells so she's injured for Jaune's development, how the confrontation with Cinder doesn't go to Ruby, the main protagonist, but Jaune.

Then we get that stupid statue scene in V6 that took over Oscar finally getting some development of his own. It's not even the whole team, because it's only Jaune that gets to meet the lady who totally isn't Pyrrha's mother, it's Jaune that gets the big teary moment, and how Ren and Nora have to stop and comfort Jaune because of course they have to.

I was glad that Jaune finally took a backseat in V7. I actually started to like him again, because he wasn't sucking screentime away from those who need it. But then V8 happened and now I want him dead.

I've said it countless times before so I don't wanna repeat myself, but Jaune is one of the last people that should've killed Penny. He shouldn't have killed her, he shouldn't have had the big tearful scene because another redhead died, he shouldn't have fallen into the void to join Team RWBY, but he did. Now there's no doubt in my mind that Jaune is a fucking author's pet, because the writers won't let him go into the background where he belongs.

2) There's not much to say about Team RWBY. They just suck now.

3) After watching V8, V5 is no longer my least favourite volume. That's how bad it was.

4) Yeah, RWBY's rep is absolute trash and it's because they keep putting it in supplemental material, and also because they look at the LGBT and only see L. The only MLM we have is Scarlet, and he's a catty fae gay stereotype that is so unlikeable and voiced by a creep. Nevermind the whole Fairgame queerbait controversy because this company can't stop themselves for five minutes.

5) I always say that, when you post work on the internet, whether its art of writing, you have to understand that you will get criticism back. It'll suck, especially when you've put so much time and effort into something, but that's the risk you have to take as a content creator.

The good thing is that AO3 has features that let you manage what you see properly. If people just want to hate without giving proper criticism, you can always remove it and ignore it, but I personally believe that people aren't entitled to criticism when it's only said nicely. Sometimes, people will get annoyed and say it in a meaner way, but that doesn't make the criticism any less valid.

Either way, decide based on how you think you'll react to it. If you don't want the stress of criticism, be careful, but if you think you can handle it? Then go for it, the world's your oyster.