#i hope everyone is doing wellllll

[princesable]

happy undertale everyoneeeee i still dont want to open tumblr ever forever but i had to reblog images for undertale birthday... you understand.... you undertale even.........

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

Opinion: Moth is joy, moth is life. We love moth.

UNQUESTIONABLE FACT. moth is our beloved, do not forget to hug and snuggle your local Abyss moth today (or else he will be sad and pouty, and will sulk until he receives many compensation kisses!)

[calamarispiderart]

you really are pathetic.

[brosif40]

I hate depression booooo

Wdym i dont have enough energy to be active anywhere...

man.

[amischiefofmuses]

Managed to kick noroviruses ass, even ate something today!! So I'm gonna try and work on replies, I still feel like someone bodyslammed me and got some brain fog but I'mma do my best to answer all the threads I owe!

[hey-august]

If you are still doing the prompts, reader saying prompt nr 2 to Buggy because we already saw him crawl in the show and yanno. Yannnoooo…..

(Also I know using chop chop powers in this specific way may not be everyone’s piece of cake but if the idea of him and reader in a consensual scene with him only having parts of his arms and legs instead of all of his limbs to move over to reader also does anything for you…. WELL. I mean WELLLLLL)

Gif from monikanarnia

WELLLLLLLL, ANON 🤭 This got WAY out of hand. Not very smutty, it's more about the vibes here.

Prompt: “Crawl to me.” Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, buggy x GN!reader, buggy discovers he might have a humiliation kink 🤡 Word count: ~1.3k

That drunk moron. It’s infuriating, honestly. There are parts everywhere, like the aftermath of a dog who got too ferocious with a stuffed toy. In this case, it was a pirate who got too deep into a bottle of rum. You woke up to a solo hand resting on Buggy’s side of the bed. Hoping that the rest of his body was on the floor or at least safely nearby, you got up and promptly tripped over a forearm. Just a forearm. And that was the sign - Buggy literally lost control of himself.

The rest of your morning was spent on a fucked up treasure hunt. Flesh and body parts strewn across the ship, meekly waiting for someone to find them. A few choice parts you opted to leave where they were, because fuck him. Buggy’s torso, found in a hallway and all in one chunk, was too heavy for you to carry. His head was in the kitchen and pissed you off with the peaceful sleepy expression it had. His feet were waiting outside a bathroom and they could stay there for all you cared. You also left behind the hand still clutching an empty rum bottle. Everything else you found either on your own or in a pile that the crew put together. You toted the pieces back to the bedroom to keep safe. Safe.

You just finished locking up the last dresser drawer with a satisfying ‘click’ when shouting signaled the captain’s arrival. His voice oscillated between shrill and hoarse, a symptom of a likely hangover. As Buggy got closer, you could pull out pieces of what he was griping about. In between usual orders for the crew were demands and queries about where he was and wasn’t. You knew they would point him in your direction, so you leaned against the dresser and waited.

The hand you left on the bed perked up at the sound of knocking. It zoomed over and opened the door to rejoin it’s owner. In toddled Buggy. You thought that you’d feel better after seeing him, but the unreadable expression on his face ticked you off. It’s like he couldn’t decide if he was happy to see you or annoyed about the absence of his body. The thin tight lipped smile held under his smeared face paint flickered into a frown more than once as you stared at each other.

After a moment, you crossed your arms tauntingly. Buggy shuffled into the room further and flicked his hand to close the door. He wasn’t graceful.

“Really? You left me like this?” Buggy’s question finally pulled forward the smirk you tried to tamper down.

You pointedly looked at him up and down (not that there was much to look at right now) before answering. “What’s wrong?” 

“What the FUCK am I supposed to do without arms or legs?” Buggy shouted as he wiggled the hands attached to his shoulders and stamped the feet his torso sat on.

“Hm, that sounds like a you problem. I was just cleaning up the mess you left,” you said coldly. 

“Babe, the mess is ME. Of course it’s a me problem, it’s my body,” he sneered. “Give it back, I know you have me locked up like some fucking hostage.”

“Like your audiences?”

This wasn’t working. Buggy needed to try something different. Honey, instead of vinegar. All he wanted was to reassemble so he could fall apart in bed. He was exhausted and it’s hard to sleep when parts of himself are just out of reach. It’s like voices in his head that he can’t turn off. You were mad, obviously. And what should a good partner do when someone’s mad? Listen. Lucky for him, he still had ears.

“Sweetie, sweets, dearest,” the performer cooed with an apologetic smile as wiggled forwards a few inches. “You’re upset with me, I get. What can I do to make it up to you?”

You allowed yourself time to roll through your thoughts. There was a lot you could ask for - gold, treasures, a date, fancy food, new clothes. One idea called out to you, a wicked little sound that stuck in your head like sludge.

“Crawl.” The air in the room stilled. The atmosphere shifted, pressing down on you both. The weight pulled Buggy’s smile down into a disgusted scowl.

“Say again?”

“I want you to crawl to me. Then you can have your things back.” You said the request as if it was the simplest thing to do. As if he had enough body parts to crawl with.

“C’mon, baby, I’m not gonna-”

“Then you’re not gonna get shit. Crawl, Captain.” 

The sharp tone in your demand stirred something deep inside Buggy. A depraved perversion that had been waiting for a moment to shine woke up ready to play. His cheeks flushed as the pounding in his chest shifted from hot anger to burning desire under your unrelenting stare. With a click of his tongue, the pirate stared at the ground and wondered how to start.

You watched as Buggy lowered himself horizontally to the ground through a controlled topple, stopping short of smashing his nose on the wooden floor. Fingertips and tiptoes held him aloft - just barely. Strands of hair that escaped his bandana dusted the wood floor as he hovered, steadying himself before making another move. Craning his neck, ocean eyes sought yours to ask if this was enough. An emotionless stare said it wasn’t. Keep going.

A dramatic sigh wafted across the floor as Buggy began inching his way towards you, moving at a pace that his stiff hands and feet set. It was slow progress and you followed every bit of it. There were a few moments you thought he’d give up. Moments where he’d pause to give his aching fingers a rest. Stopping to look and see how far away you were, both physically and emotionally. If it wasn’t for the embarrassed erection throbbing underneath him, Buggy probably would have tried harder to talk his way out of this.

He felt ashamed, embarrassed, and so fucking turned on - which only added to the humiliation. Part of him wanted you to say he had done enough and could stop. But a hornier voice told Buggy to keep going, to see what would happen. Finally, he was close enough. He had huffed and panted his way across the room, fingertips and cock throbbing through most of the awkward journey.

You looked down at the small man at your feet, waiting for him to make the next move. After a brief respite, Buggy rightened his body, relying on his Devil Fruit ability to make up for the lack of limbs. Once vertical, Buggy turned his face towards yours. You would have thought the hot red blush was the result of physical exertion after a night of drinking, if it wasn’t for the blown out pupils and the way he licked his lips.

“Are you turned on? Did that fucking turn you on?” you asked in disbelief. His narrowing eyes the only answer he’d give.

“C-can I have my body back?” A slight quiver slipped out with the request.

With rolling eyes, you released the pirate’s body parts from their wood prisons. Buggy quickly reassembled himself with a flurry of movement. His eyes met yours for a brief moment before darting away in shame. The knot in his stomach tightened, pulling his cock in an aggressive twitch.

“You still mad at me?” Buggy mumbled. You didn’t miss the uplift intonation hidden under the question.

“Why? Do you want me to tell you how to make it up to me?”

Buggy’s eyes widened at the prospect and the blush on his face spread to his ears. The answer tasted uncomfortable. A little bitter, but he liked it. Still, he was reluctant to admit to this craving.

Reading into his hesitation, you grabbed Buggy’s chin and pulled his face to meet yours. “Tell me, Buggy.”

You broke through the weak barrier he pretended to hide behind. Buggy’s hands wrapped around your forearm, wanting to stay in this position. To keep this dynamic. His face softened and he nodded vigorously against your hold.

(prompt list)

[endless-summer-soldier]

dr. feelgood - chapter six

pairing: Surgeon!Bucky x SurgicalIntern!Reader

summary: Y/N has a one night stand with a handsome stranger the night before starting her new job as a surgical intern. Little does she know, the handsome stranger also happens to be her new boss

warnings: must be 18+, drinking, some surgery descriptions, smut, self-pleasure, praise kink, very minor character death, unprotected sex, rough sex

Word count: 1.8k

series playlist: here

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Bucky walked into Pym’s and approached the table near the dartboard where his two best friends were currently sitting.

“Now that's what I call a good day’s work,” Bucky smiled.

Steve slid a bottle of Yuengling over to him and Bucky took a long swig, savoring the crisp malty flavor that caressed his taste buds. The three of them recounted the highs and lows of the day as if it was a drunken night out, smiling at their success. 

As soon as Y/N walked in, Bucky’s participation in the conversation ended due to his current distraction. He hoped that she might show up. It took her a few steps past the door to lock eyes with him. She gave a shy smile and waved, but continued on to the bar. It was only then that he realized Steve and Sam had seen the whole interaction.

“It’s a little inappropriate to think about sex during surgery, don’t you think?” Sam said, clearly directing the question toward Bucky.

Bucky shook his head, returning to reality, “What are you talking about?”

“Buck, you were making bedroom eyes at her all day,” Steve added.

“I was not!”

“I mean, she was making them too. So they must’ve hooked up already,” Sam mused.

“We-”

“She called you Buck,” Steve added.

“Only your closest friends and your girlfriends call you Bucky. Everyone else at the hospital calls you Barnes”

Bucky sighed, knowing he’d been caught.

“Tell us what happened,” Steve asked, settling in to hear him out.

Bucky looked toward his two friends and knew he couldn’t get out of this. He sighed, “She’s the mystery girl.”

Sam’s jaw dropped and Steve looked at Bucky in disbelief, “The mystery girl?”

After he spent the night with Y/N, he told Sam and Steve about the amazing girl he had met at the bar. What he did not mention was the interaction he had with Y/N later that day when he ran into her at the hospital.

“When I told you guys about her, I genuinely didn’t know who she was. And then I saw her at the hospital and realized she was an intern. I’ve been trying to figure out my next move ever since.”

“So you haven’t hooked up since then?” Steve asked.

“Wellllll…she did pull me into an on call room.”

“That little minx!” Sam chuckled, peeking towards Y/N. 

“But she was very clear that she doesn't want it to happen again.”

“I find that hard to believe,” Steve chimed in. “She was undressing you with her eyes all day.”

“Which is why I don’t know what to do.”

“You know what to do, go talk to her,” Sam replied, like it was the easiest thing in the world.

“And say what?”

Both Sam and Steve looked at him incredulously. 

“Since when do you need help talking to women?” Steve commented.

“Y/L/N must really be something else. I’ve never seen you like this,” Sam added.

“This is not helping.”

“Just go talk to her!” Steve said, giving him a gentle shove toward the bar. One of the other interns had just left and there was a free seat open next to Y/N. Bucky chugged the rest of his beer before approaching the empty seat.

“Is it a tequila night or a whiskey night?” he asked her, hovering over her shoulder.

“Definitely tequila.”

Bucky flagged down Scott and ordered them two tequilas. He placed the shot glasses garnished with limes in front of them, along with a salt shaker to complete the routine.

Bucky took Y/N’s hand and gently licked a spot on the back of her hand between her thumb and index finger. She raised her eyebrows and looked at him with a shocked expression. He returned her gaze with a smirk and carefully poured the salt onto her hand.

“That,” she said, looking from her hand back up toward him, “was not appropriate.” Although she was scolding him, the look in her eye was playful.

“How about you do me and we’ll call it even?” He presented his hand toward her. She held his stare for a moment before giving in and slowly licking the back of his hand. Then she picked up the shaker and poured salt onto his hand.

“Are you guys going to take these shots or just make eyes at each other all night?” Scott called, with his boyish grin. 

“Easy there Scott, you’ve got some very loyal customers here,” Bucky retorted. 

“Yeah, yeah, yeah…” he waved them off, attending to another patron.

Bucky pulled the lime off the rim of his glass with his salted hand, then picked up the shot glass with his free hand and Y/N did the same. 

“To good days?” Bucky proposed, holding up his glass.

Y/N nodded, “To good days.” She tapped her glass to his and they both licked the salt, took the shot, and bit into the lime wedges.

“Ugh, I hate tequila,” Bucky said, placing what was left of the lime wedge into the shot glass.

“What!?” she turned toward him. “Why did you order it then?”

“Because I know you love it.” He took the seat next to her and ordered them a couple of beers to wash the flavor of agave from their tongues.

“I have to commend you on saving the day today,” he said.

“I was just doing my job,” she replied.

“Yes, but you outsmarted four attendings.”

She blushed, “I’m sure you would’ve caught it. You knew there was something missing.”

“You were also amazing with the patient. I don’t think anyone else could’ve kept him calm.”

“He was hardly calm,” she retorted.

“Will you just let me give you a compliment?”

She took a long swig of her beer, “That is a slippery slope.”

“Accepting a compliment?”

“Accepting a compliment…from you.”

“And why is that so bad?”

“Because it’ll make me like you more,” she admitted.

“Ahh…that explains it. I don’t know how to tell you this but you are going to fall in love with me eventually.”

She smiled at him as she rolled her eyes, “Maybe in your dreams.” 

“Oh, that’s already happened in my dreams. Along with some other fun activities.” He delivered the second sentence with a sultry air.

Although she wouldn’t admit it, her heart was racing at the thought of a repeat session with Bucky. It was a bad idea and it was something that should not happen again, but her eyes kept falling to his mouth and imagining his wet lips caressing her everywhere.

She distracted herself by flagging down Scott to order another shot of tequila, attempting to use alcohol to numb her feelings. She was surprised to see two shot glasses placed in front of them and Bucky reached for the second shot glass.

This was going to be an interesting night.

I had lost count of the amount of tequila that had been consumed, but I was surprised to find the bar completely empty except for Bucky and I. Scott announced last call but we decided against a final night cap, having consumed plenty already. 

After the second tequila shot, the conversation flowed easily between Bucky and I. It wasn’t just the usual flirty banter either. We talked more about our interests, had a friendly debate about our differing opinions, and we slowly grew closer and closer until I was regularly leaning on his shoulder and placing my hand on his leg.

It wasn’t until I wobbled up from the barstool that I realized how drunk I really was. Bucky steadied me and wrapped an arm around my shoulder saying, “Come on, let’s get you home.”

He pulled out his phone to call an Uber and I instinctively did the same until he questioned what I was doing. When I replied I was calling an Uber he stopped me and said he would take care of it.

“Bucky, it’s fine. I can get myself home.”

“Let me do this, I just want to make sure you get home safe.”

“Okay,” I said, not one to argue with his pleading eyes. A Nissan Altima pulled up almost instantly and Bucky opened the door for me before entering from the other side. It was a short ride to my house and we sat in comfortable silence. But I couldn’t help noticing the proximity of his hand near mine on the middle seat. It became a game to me. I’d slide my hand toward his, a fraction of an inch at a time. Finally the edge of my pinky gently rubbed up against his finger tips. He didn’t miss a beat. He placed his large hand directly on top of mine, interlacing his fingers so that he was gently gripping my palm. 

I felt like a teenager again. The butterflies dancing around my stomach threatened to spread a smile on my face. All because a boy I liked started holding my hand. Sometimes life really seemed so simple.

As we pulled up to my place, I expected Bucky to remain in the car. But instead he asked the driver to wait for one moment and he walked me to my door. We walked in silence but the tension between us was palpable. And I was drunk enough to know what my next move would be.

“Would you like to come in for a night cap?” I asked him.

He let out a sigh and I could read the divide on his face.

“I would like nothing more than that. However, we’ve both been drinking and you’ve made it very clear that you’d prefer things remain professional between us.”

I was kicking myself for pushing him away before because now the only thing I wanted was to bring him as close to me as possible. I was wracking my brain for what I could say that might convince him to stay, but I was too late. 

“Now go inside, drink a big glass of water, and get to bed,” he added, slowly backing up towards the Uber.

I watched him walk backwards to the car, maintaining eye contact with me. I had to come up with something soon, there were only a few steps left of his journey. 

He reached the Nissan and opened the back door. The minute he turned to climb in, I found my voice.

“Bucky, wait…”

He turned back toward me, those intense blue eyes piercing right through my soul.

“Please stay with me. I don’t want to be alone.”

He turned back toward the Uber driver and exchanged a few words before shutting the door. Then the car drove off, leaving Bucky standing in front of me with that signature smirk on his face.

He gently shook his head and said, “I’m never going to be able to say no to you, am I?”

[gravedigginbbydoll]

FELIZ AÑO NUEVO MIS AMORES

This year has been insane for me. I started writing on this app, met some amazing people, formed amazing friendships, got accepted to grad school, got married, and much more.

I’ve struggled a LOT this year with family and irl friendships and depression, along with imposter syndrome and anxiety over what the rest of my life will look like…

But through it, I found this website and so many stories, I got back into my passion for writing… hell working on fanfiction and some of y’all’s own writing inspired me to start an original romance novel ! (It’s very shoddy but I still love it)

I’m so grateful for so many of you but I have to call out of a few of you…bc Jesus Christ id lose my head without y’all.

@eddies-house for always talking to me, understanding me SO DEEPLY, and rambling with me over headcanons. You’re one of the most beautiful, sweetest, big hearted, and creative people I know. Also your imagination and headcanons never fail to get me feeling so emotionalllll. You deserve the world and I hope this new year brings you that and more.

@xxhellfirebunnyxx for always talking to me and listening, fangirling with me, and embracing the cringe. You’re so gorgeous and hilarious, and your smut writing is beyond words. You’re an insanely awesome person and mom (literally how do you do it?!?).You consistently have me dying of laughter as well as giggling and kicking my feet at your smut. The new year better treat you right or I’m kicking its ass.

@cryingglightningg we mostly just recently started talking but I really love our conversations and your wit and outlook on things. I always find our conversations interesting and you’re such a supportive person. I really hope we continue to talk and everything, and I hope the new year is kind to you.

@ghost-proofbaby wellllll I’ll be honest… I was a huge fan of you before we spoke, I obsessed over 24 hours and then The Shire is Burning. You inspired me to actually start writing on here ! And you’ve been nothing but kind AND hilarious every time we speak. I can’t thank you enough for helping me re realize my love for writing. <3 may you have the most wonderful new year.

Some honorable mentions (we may not talk often or at all but I wish you all the best and you’re all literally so amazing and talented): @hellfire--cult @munsonology @reidsbtch @spookykoolkat @eddiesxangel @chrrymunson @bettyfrommars @babygorewhore @lokis-army-77 @trashmouth-richie @blueywrites @storiesbyrhi

And many more (if I haven’t included you, please know this also goes out to every mutual, every person who reads my writing, and everyone who follows me and anyone who may stumble upon this post, I just am super bad at names and I don’t want to drag this on too long): have an amazing new year and an incredible night! You’re all so wonderful and sweet and I can’t imagine life without this fandom and community!

[theoriginalkaminari]

hiii !!

i hope youre doing wellllll!!

i dont ever do asks but your chesire cat reader is so good..soooo can we get more chesire cat reader x bakugo!!

Honestly I'm really surprised everyone liked it because I personally thought I was pretty bad at it

But since I've had a few people say they like it already, I think I'll do more!

(Stay tuned❤)

[jokerfic]

Oh I see my notifications are going crazy for you tonight, glad to see you back, how are you doing?

oops RIP to everyone who has notifications turned on for me 🙃 it will likely get worse 😔

I'm doing wellllll, I mean, I want to run away from all civilization and become a Bigfoot, but that's par for the course this time of year. got my family Thanksgiving gathering tomorrow (we rarely do Thanksgiving on the actual day we just see when everyone can make it and do it then) SO tonight I will be spending several hours cooking. making potato salad, deviling some eggs, and making a chocolate eclair cake. and also 2 batches of cookies I think. maybe chocolate chip and snickerdoodle. and MAYBE brewing some sweet tea. so things are obviously hopping this weekend, which means of COURSE I'm mentally a thousand miles away in Gotham, lol.

I hope you're doing well!

[youremyheaven]

HEYYYY [insert whatever pet name u like] it's ur venus stellium anon from last month.. do u remember me? sorry life happened 🤩 n i've been pretty low energy so i didn't get around to bothering u. I've been looking at yt vids of some of my chart placements lately and i've discovered something funny (along with other developments like me. I've been looking at ur blog the past one or two days a little and I obvs haven't made my way through the whole "backlog" but some silly thoughts:

I didn't know u were bi! For some reason I felt a little awkward talking about this because I didn't want to be That Person lol (aka everyone was talking about guys and I didn't wanna weird anyone out 😔) but my exes were women 😂 supposedly I gave them daddy energy lmfao I hate it because I wanted that from someone. I talked about them a bit vaguely but it might've sounded worse under the assumption of it being a man. (Unless I didn't say much and just forgot)

I've been reading celebrity gossip and only now realised how people - even the most successful - can have it so truly bad when it comes to romance and idk it made me a little apathetic and allergic to it. Not in a "im swearing off of it" way but in a "im no longer going to expect it in my life. If I get surprised, yay for me. Otherwise eh." (my mind's at a weird place though so it'll probably change when other things calm down, don't worry about me 🫶 this is all about the hypothetical future anyway because I'm not looking for a relationship rn)

Sorry u got hate about ur blog. I can understand anon got upset but the unkind language was uncalled for.

I came across the ask about nodes conjuncting big 3 and one of mine does; i can assure u (and the hate anon) that yes, this particular example (me) DOES happen to be cray cray 😭

This is related to the yt vids and point 2: My charts basically say I'll have an okay enough career, but the romance department would be dodgy because I will never be satisfied by anything anyone does for me (to put it shortly) 😂😂 that had me a little shocked at first but then I was like u know what we kinda knew this.. let's just focus on that career instead LMFAO

HARD AGREE WITH U ON THE FLIRTING IN NON-ENGLISH. I gotta be honest I cringe if I hear flirting in anything other than English (I've only ever been exposed to it in that language) but I read a fic (english) once where this man called his lover "meri jaan" and it had me in a DAZE FOR DAYS (excuse the lame pun pls) SO YES I AGREE W U. I've been collecting other little terms (just 1 so far) that I've seen people around me using affectionately and they're sooo sweet.

I HOPE U'VE BEEN WELLLLLL. I'm away from tumblr lately so I probably won't be able to send u asks in the near future but I hope u stay safe and take care of urself 💖💖 BYEEEEE

HEYYY bbg 🥺

I thought this was going to be astrology related but you're just checking in on me 😭😭😭😭and I feel so touched 🥺🥺🥺

1. About being bisexual

I feel like there are definitely different dynamics at play bc I do attract more butch leaning women who want to be my daddy 🫣🙈 but whenever it's a femme x femme dynamic, I always feel like I become the more dominant one and I do kinda hate it 😭😭

It just wears me out to be the giver tbh 🙃 especially because I already assume that role in so many other areas in my life, I just want to sit back and be babygirled 😭😭 this is why despite being attracted to women , relationships with women don't really work out for me 😭😭

it's all a matter of luck when it comes to love and relationships and sometimes things find us unexpectedly.

what I've learnt from some of my recent experiences is that someone can do all the right things, give you princess treatment and all that yet not make you feel anything 😭 so to be physically attracted to someone, emotionally in- sync with them, AND have a healthy relationship,, it's all down to luck 😭

2. not u calling yourself cray cray 😭😭

majority of people in this world are not living happy lives, be it with regard to love, career or family. To even have one of these things going well is a huge blessing ✨and while it's possible to have all of them, it's okay to not beat yourself up for achieving all 3 in one go.

One of my dad's childhood friends, remained unmarried into her late 40s. This is veryyyy unusual in India and she's not from a bougie artsy family where such things are chill or anything either. She, however, had a brilliant career and is a civil servant and rn she's in a veryyy high ranking position because she's worked her way up. Everybody around her pitied her (for being single and childless) but she was just out there making $$$ by the time she hit her late 40s people stopped pestering her because by that point, it's kinda "too late" to settle down. BUT GUESS WHAT HAPPENED??? she met a reallyyyyy cute Swiss-German man who was visiting our state/city and she happened to be the one showing him around?? (someone linked them up basically) and that wonderful meet-cute led them to marriage in like 2 months lol ,,, this lady who had been single for 47+ years found the right guy and married him in less than 2 months???? Isn't that sooooo romantic??? It's all about timing 💛💛 and now they've been together for a decade and spend most of their year travelling the world ✨and are very much in love

So different eras of our life will have us focusing on different things. Rn it's probably best to make that $$$ and focus on yourself. Love will find you when it needs to 💛✨💛

3. About flirting in non-English

JAJAJSJ yess I used to cringe 😬 hearing Desi flirting across languages 😭but now I feel like I've finally decolonised my mind to find it cute 😭

My ex was Tamil and he used to call me "bomma" which means "doll" in Tamil ,, I had a flop talking stage with another Tamil guy who used to call me "Kitty kutty" ("little kitty") and idk if it's a Tamil guy thing but they go hardddd with their affection through terms of endearment

Flirting in Hindi is always fun bc it's all "aapka this, aapka that" (using honorifics) and respect turns me on i guess lmao 🤭🥵 Idk if this is just a Desi thing but yk how men start calling you madam and ma'am 😌yeah I live for that shit 🤭🤭 they'll be like "madam is still getting ready" and I'll be like 😍yes the hell I am 😍😜

4. Thank you so much for checking in with me angel 🥺🥺 I appreciate it and you soooo much 💛💛💛 you're the sweetest

I'll take care of myself 😜 😌and I hope you do as well!!! 💛💛 May the rest of July be wonderful for you ✨

[softpine]

i love these types of scenes because they get the least notes but the most interaction, and that's the most inspirational & motivating thing to me, so i want to say an extra big thank you 💖 anyway let the sadness commence

wellllll if jada saw this vision, it means asa did die, at least in the medical sense of the word. she doesn't see visions of grievous injuries, she only sees death. but we know from past experiences that when asa goes traveling, his body continues to breathe and his heart continues beating even though he has zero brain activity and thus should be dead. so we'll just have to wait and see how that factors into this situation 😌 either way, the emotional devastation everyone around him will feel because of this is... yeah. it's a lot :( the consequences of this decision go deeper than "will he or won't he survive?" because even if he does survive, he will have to contend with the fact that everyone will think he took his own life on purpose. he's already been fighting to get more privacy and trust from his parents, but after this......... man.... :/

@bitchyybabyy400 that's a really good question which i unfortunately can't answer yet :P what i can say though, is that jada's visions have been very consistent! she's only ever seen 3 flashes of "information" leading to someone's death (no dialogue). she sees the vague location, the method of death, and the person's face during/after death. everything else, she extrapolates from the scene, or she only learns it in hindsight from the news or from talking to others. so it will be really interesting to see exactly what she knows!

also omg i was so worried the content warning would spoil it and everyone would be able to guess what was about to happen, but i obviously couldn't post this one without a warning. i'm glad to know it didn't ruin the post for you!

fjskdjs i know, i've never had so few words make such a big impact!! can you even imagine if i randomly started posting gameplay again and just dropped the story lmao like what do you mean frozen pines? this is frozen pines

@mmmatchasims oh good point!! especially now that jada and alisa have had their big confrontation, they might actually work together... or maybe not, you never know with them :P thank you!! 💖

fjskdjsdj imagine if i really did kill my main character off. permanently. and this is how i treated the situation lmaooo that would probably be taking the "kill your darlings" advice a little too literally... in all seriousness though, i hope the stakes of the situation still feel real, because there absolutely WILL be consequences for this, even if it's not necessarily death!

[hyuckmov]

heyyy how is your life lately? Hope everything went wellllll

hello fren 🫂 this took so long for me to respond to i'm sorry ! as of now my term is almost ending :) today i learnt that not everyone in my course has my workload so i'm not insane for always being stressed out about essays to write 🙏 i'm really excited for the easter holidays because i'm going to visit france with my friend ! also going to try to get tickets to aespa and nct dream and cigarettes after sex this year because i need something to look forward to 🫠 it's been a rough 3 months

how are you doing ! hope you're doing well :)

[tigresslanzhu]

Let Us Discuss Meena In Sing 1!

As we all know, a common theme in the media is for someone to tell a massive lie and do whatever they can to make that lie true. It can be a tiring trope and if executed incorrectly, it can ruin your movie. This is where Sing (2016) comes in.

Obviously, Buster already has this plot line. Anyone who has ever seen this film knows that. The reason, in this case, is because of a typo accidentally made by his assistant’s oscillating fan (and a glass eye). All Buster wanted to offer as a prize was $1000 because that was all he had ($935, technically, but everything else he put in his chest could be sold to make up the difference), but it isn’t until he chose his six acts (which we all know is NOT how a singing competition works) that he found out that two extra zeros were added, promising a larger sum than it was originally.

So what does this have to do with Meena? Simple! After her stage fright took over during her audition, her grandfather told her to go back the next day and demand a second chance. I think we all know that Meena is too polite to “demand” but she does try to talk to Buster, who, naturally doesn’t pay her any attention until he asks her to pull a scenic cable and turn the house lights on. This is when he proposes being his stagehand for the singing competition.

Okay, I’m sure you want me to get to the point. She tries to explain her situation, but her mother and supportive neighbors don’t let her finish and assume that she’s part of the actual show, rather than assisting it. What I’m saying here is that Garth Jennings, the director of the film, Chris Meledanri the producer and the writers did a good job of not giving Meena a separate Liar’s Plotline, when it’s mostly Buster Moon we should focus on and empathize with. If we’re gonna focus on Meena, the focus should be on her overcoming her fears of performing.

If this was an alternate universe, Meena would definitely find some way to ruin everyone’s chances of performing or maybe even blackmail Buster into getting a slot. But we all know that this isn’t our darling Meena-Chan! And remember that the one incident involving Mike’s rehearsal being interrupted and Pete getting hurt had nothing to do with her (As Mike chose to assume), and again, because Miss Crawly’s glass eye is a Chevek’s Gun, or whatever you call these plot relevant running gags.

Throughout the film, our angel shows that not only is she capable of accepting that she is a stagehand, but she takes it rather seriously.

She lets the showman advise her, she has no problem following directions throughout and she even took time to know where all the fire extinguishers are located in case of emergencies (At least, I HOPE Buster had more than one extinguisher in his theater!)

Let’s also not forget that anyone else would have held a grudge against these performers that were selected, but not Meena! She’s very supportive of her fellow cast members.

“But, Artica, what about when Ash was about to go on stage and Meena was all ‘Good luck, Ash’? Wasn’t she jinxing her then? It’s actually bad luck to say good luck in a theater!” You may ask.

Wellllll…

I don’t think so. And I’ve got three theories as to why this is…

A) Meena probably didn’t know, or forgot.

B) Perhaps she wasn’t thinking, and was more focused on sincerity.

C) Since it was a rehearsal, maybe she didn’t think it mattered.

Bonus:

I’m sure you movie buffs know this already, but in Zootopia, Judy almost received this plot line of having to hide that she was a meter maid. Luckily, Disney made things different by the final film and it was less about covering up Judy’s true identity, but about proving that she is way more than people see her as. The entire film was a way to highlight the harmful effects of stereotypes, after all.

[ssreeder]

SREEDIE MY GORGEOUS EX-WUSBAND

(this one is possibly my longest comment ever so uhh good luck)

no fr I saw the update I was like fucking FINALLY I’m getting some good enrichment in my enclosure how do you always have perfect timing???

and just like.. 30k?? IS IT MY BIRTHDAY ALREADY WTF you’re honestly insane ilysm

fuck you I don’t love you “zuko didn’t return that night” looking ass >:(

okay ik this is a sad emotional scene but the spirits not giving a fuck about sokka is like so ironic lmao bc in the show they never leave him alone even tho he tries to avoid them at all costs T-T

bruh not sokka thinking hakoda is annoying for breathing- he’s finally experiencing a normal teenager experience :’)

oh nooooo sokka if you tell hakoda you’re in love with zuko and hakoda reacts badly fuuuuuuck

YES SOKKA SOB OUT THE SADNESS EXPERIENCE SOME CATHARSIS BESTIE WOOOO

hakoda said toxic masculinity get rekt that’s so girlboss of him

THANK YOU BATO FOR BEARING THE BRUNT IF HAKODAS ACCIDENTAL HOMOPHOBIA SO SOKKA DOESNT HAVE TO SUFFER ANY MORE THAN HE ALREADY HAS YOURE DOING THE LORDS WORK TRULY

idk how you intended this to be read but I’m picturing hakoda saying “no.. not the watch tower” like this:

but also not hakoda doing reconnaissance on zukka-

yes sokka when it’s a question of how information gets spread the answer is always fucking reho (and I love him for that how else is anyone supposed to get anything done with everyone else being too emotionally constipated to talk to each other)

I cannot express to you how fucking frustrated I am by the communication being compromised bc of the fucking dai li bc ykw??? it’s such an incredible plot point by you since it is 100% in character for the dai li to interrupt messages bUT I HATE IT SO MUCH I’m literally going to have the time of my life when Somebody finally gets a clue about what’s going on

lmao katara something really did happen after you left but lucky for you it was a good thing!! and a bad thing bc everything always goes to shit but oh wellllll

katara you moron why did you tell them you’re leaving T-T

uh yeah no I can promise you jet is anything BUT bored jet is scheming jet is raging jet is challenging firebenders to duals he can’t win JET IS MAKING FRIENDS (well one friend and he doesn’t want to admit they’re friends but reho still counts)

oh fuck. jet you’ve really done it now.

BUT ALSO I FUCKING CALLED IT I KNEW ZUKO WOULD LEAVE JUST IN TIME IM SCREAMING THE STARS ARE ALIGNING THE PLOT US UNFOLDING THE DAI LIS PLANS ARE RUINED

oh hakoda I love how smart you are we really need a good tactician and here you are saving the day <3

also quon is a fuckinf asshole I hope he gets decked at some point xx (but it’s kinda a slay too that he just has so much audacity like it’s honestly lowkey impressive ngl)

yes bato act dumb and pretty we fully support lying and trickery in this household

also I’m placing my bets on zuko returning at the most inconvenient time in the most dramatic way possible fyi (and I’m going to eat it up bc I live for dramatic zuko)

uh yeah jet bby you’re definitely ashamed of what you did hate to break it to you HOWEVER I really do get why jet did do what he did bc he’s traumatised and also a teenager and so he was never going to think maturely and rationally (which like yes obvi that means he caused the problem BUT ALSO it’s not his fault he’s problematic) I just really need him to get some therapy dude

OKAY can I just say I love you showing toph as being affectionate outside of playful physical aggression?? it’s been ages since I’ve read a fic where toph has shown some form of affection that hasn’t been a punch in the arm! and I feel like that’s so important bc in the show most of the female characters are insanely talented in the art of combat and so often they then get reduce to Just being aggressive (like toph) or being overly emotional (like katara which is super ironic considering the ember island players tragic performance and how that was supposed to actively argue against katara being so one dimensional) WHEN REALLY they ARE BOTH tough and have feelings bc they’re literally human beings

yeah I have many opinions oops

I FEEL SO VINDICATED I LOVE YOU KATARA AND YOUR BIG SMART BRAIN she’s such a good actor my heart is squeezing in satisfaction oh lordy

shit. appa. fuck. goddamnit. REALLY?

omg this is so not gonna happen but imagine if zuko turned up in ba sing se and then all communication Issues are solved and he can help find appa like in the show :D

well not all communication issues but a fuck ton of them

YES RASU he’s such an icon I actually love him with my whole entire heart my flirty baby boy

lmao zuko had a crush on rasu

same.

shit. idk why but it’s so jarring to have be explicitly said that zukos death (even tho it’s fake news) is a casualty of war. like OBVIOUSLY but to have it put so bluntly is like damn. it’s like as a casualty of war, it matters fuck all that he was a prince or why he was hunting the avatar and everything that made (makes) him integral to the war effort bc in reality he really just is another kid who died in the war. and then THAT just makes you think, yeah he’s not all that special because the horrific reality is that so many people were casualties of the war and while they’re anonymous numbers on a large scale, in life they Mattered and now it’s all for naught. jesus crispy sreedie you’ve really got me grieving

FUCK YEHA QUON IS SUCH AN ASSHOLE HES DISMISSING JETS INTEL ALL BY HIMSELF THIS IS A WIN TEAM

sokkaaaa now is not the time to be bad at readying facial cues T-T

aang has so much more emotional maturity than people give him credit for fr. like there’s no way in hell I would’ve been able to regulate my emotions half as well as aang when I was 12 even WITHOUT factoring in the genocide of his nation

holy shit reho DESERVES SO MUCH FUCKING LOVE I WILL PERSONALLY FIGHT EVERYONE WHO DARES TO INSULT HIM AFTER THIS

also he’s so fucking wise “evil people don’t only belong to one nation, they are everywhere” LIKE PREACH they really fucking are war provides a platform for the worst people to shine

real talk if shen dies I’m gonna be devastated

ohoho nice like fic name drop right here

omg not zuko popping up at the MOST convenient time in the least dramatic way possible??? shocked but also not surprised bc it’s making perfect sense narrative wise

wheezing at zuko being consistently unpredictable bc ykw the only reason nobody can figure out what he’s planning is bc my boy simply does not have one!! ever!! and it’s legend behaviour actually I think it might be the reason he’s my fav character

okay okay okay at least sokka and zuko have bato with them for child wrangling purposes bc they need an adult. but oh no hakoda is aloooone

zuko you dumbass motherfucker did you just SURRENDER YOURSELF

ykw I take back what I said about him never having a plan being my fav thing about him I have come to my senses and have reconsidered.

ZUKKA KISS??? it’s tragic.

it’s so fucked up that ara and sokka are gonna become friends again bc their bfs got taken hostage but I’m here for it

HOLY FUCK SHIT YEAH SUKIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

MAI AND TY-LEE OMG MY GIRLS ALL MY GIRLS ARE COMING ITS HAPPENING ITS NOT A DRILL OMG SREEDIE YOU DONT UNDERSTAND IM GOING FERAL

A Z U L A

okay so obviously appa is under lake lagoli right

and yes I’m very relieved that shen and zuko are together at least BC NOW WE CAN GET SOME MORE QUALITY BANTER AND THATS ENOUGH COMPENSATION FOR THE TRAUMA RIGHT

RIGHT??

reunion soon :3

anyways why did I think this would actually end okay with zukka and bato off frolicking to ba sing se?? how am I that delusional?? it’s like I don’t know you

I HOPE YOU TAKE A REFRESHING NAP AND RECOVER FROM THIS DOOZY OF A FINALE BUT ALSO I AM WAITING IN ANXIOUS ANTICIPATION FOR THE NEXT BOOK ITS GOING TO BE THE LONGEST AND MOST HORRIFIC JOURNEY TO A ZUKKA REUNION EVER AND I CANNOT WAIT also bc you don’t write zuko pov that means we’re gonna get a lot more shen pov?? which I think will be really fun so that’s exciting too

LOVE YOU TO BITS AND PIECES

leekie <3

OH MY GOSH, if you keep flirting with me we might just have to tear up our divorce papers and move in together.

Hahah Hakoda’s reaction to the watchtower is exactly how I envisioned it. Sarcastic & pretend shock lol.

Katara’s honesty is finally catching up with her, getting her in trouble with the Dai Li that is. But she is a strong girl and she can hold her own, I know she’ll be ok!

Ok I love that you brought up toph because sometimes I feel like fics make her out to be a lie detecting, punching, sarcastic person and just leave it at that. But she is so much more than that, all the female characters are! I hope I can do them justice.

Zuko does have a plan!!! “Don’t let Sokka get hurt” - that’s it, that’s the plan. Haha.

I hope Shen doesn’t die… but also, I can’t make any promises.

SUKI IS ON THE WAY TO HELP SOKKA!!! & azula is on the way to bomb him lol.

Im sure it’ll be fine, I love you! You’re amazing. But I also hate you because we are divorced and GRRRRRRR, but secretly we’re still hooking up and it pretty obvious but shhhh don’t tell anyone. ;)

:D

[artsyrissa]

I finally did it. I posted the fanfic about my dark HC for #feralweave ! I’ve literally never written a fan fic before so please bare with me 😅 hope you enjoy.

You can also read it in AO3 if preferred: As long as we have eachother by artsyrissa - Baldur's Gate (Video Games) archiveofourown.org/works/53208853 via @ao3org

It was a bright sunny day on the streets of Baldur’s gate. Suspiria and her crew had just taken down a devil, rescued the grand duke from a tyrannical dickhead, and saved their companion from a dagger happy psycho. Suspiria felt invincible, the feeling of excitement swelling in her belly with each step down the cobble stone streets…. Or maybe it was nausea? It was definitely nausea… she darted away from the group to the nearest alley, retching aggressively on the tattered wall. A few passer-bys gasped in disgust as Gale ran past them to comfort her, a little taken aback.

“My love, are you alright?” He asked placing a soothing hand on her shoulder.

“Yeah, I think it must’ve just been some bad fish. I’m…..” she hurled again. She wiped the vomit from her chin and smiled, then continued her sentence. “Fine.”

She was not fine, Suspiria wasn’t one to get sick easily and her weak attempt at a reassuring smile was out of character to say the least. Something was wrong and Gale knew it.

“How about we go back to camp for a while and get some rest? You’re in no condition…” She cut him off mid sentence with a snarky bite to her voice “I’m fine, we have much to do, there’s no time for rest, I can handle an upset stomach!” She crossed her arms and glared up at the wizard, waiting for his response.

“Suspiria…” he gave her a look and she knew he wasn’t going to take no for an answer. She rolled her eyes and insisted she was fine once more.

“Wellllll… looks like you lost your breakfast, not so sure you’re fine…” Karlach interjected.

“It’s not a good look, darling. Disgusting really...” Astarion gagged a little at the sight of her vomit on the wall.

“I told you not to eat that fish.” Shadowheart chimed in.

Just the word “fish” made Suspiria feel queezy. The group continued to bicker as she hurled again. This time she fell to her knees from pain welling in her stomach.

“Ok… time to get you to a bedroll.” Gale scooped her up putting her arm around his shoulder to guide her back to camp.

“I don’t need your help.” She protested, stumbling away from Gale. She put her hands on her knees to catch herself from falling, she was exhausted. Gale ignored her tantrum, coming over to help her once more. She finally gave in, leaning into him as he walked her back to camp.

“Gale, they need you… they’re… idiots. I love them, but they’re idiots.”

“You love them huh? That’s unusual for you to admit. You must be really sick.” He chuckled.

“Shut up” she weakly elbowed him.

“How about this, you take a nap and I’ll catch up to them after you’re settled at camp? I’ll come back to check on you later. Wyll is there, so he can keep an eye on you.” Suspiria grunted, clearly not happy with the bargain, she didn’t like feeling weak and she especially didn’t like Wyll, but she agreed nonetheless.

Wyll and his father were back at camp prepping battle plans and organizing supplies. Everyone else was out, getting ready for the fight of their lives.

“Hey, what are you two doing back so soon? Everything ok? Oh Suspiria!” He paused, shocked to see her so feeble, “…you don’t look so good.”

“She not feeling well, the fish she ate this morning didn’t agree with her.” Gale helped Suspiria into his tent and started tucked her into his bedroll, before gently cupping her forehead to check for a fever.

“You’re tucking me in… like a child?” She complained.

“Would you like me to stop?” He removed his hand from her face, happy her temperature wasn’t above the norm.

“No…” she gently grabbed his wrist in protest. “…don’t.” She looked at him with that look he loved. The look she only gave him. He smiled and kissed her forehead.

“I’ll be back later, my love. Rest up.” He started to exit the tent when Suspiria feebishly groaned “Gale…”

“Hmm?”

“I love you.”

He smiled and let out a faint chuckle “I love you more.”

Normally Suspiria would’ve made fun of mushy moments such as this, but things were different with Gale. She rolled over as he closed the tent behind him. Her lids felt heavy, and after a few moments she couldn’t help but to close her eyes and drift off.

Suspiria must’ve been asleep, for hours, flitting between dreams and nightmares. Eventually, Wyll heard whimpering from the tent and opened it to check on her.” She was sweating profusely, her face twitching in terror.

“Suspiria” he gently shook her. She bolted up gasping for air.

“Gods Wyll! Don’t scare me like that, unless you plan on losing your other eye”

Suspiria didn’t like Wyll, and he knew it. It didn’t bother him all that much, or so he claimed, but he found a hard time respecting her boundaries, mostly because he wasn’t exactly sure what they were. “Sorry to disturb you, it’s just… you sounded scared, I was just checking on you” she didn’t respond. “I made you some of that tea you had made for me when I had that concussion, I’m not sure if it helps with food poisoning, but it made me feel a million times better, whatever it is.” He smiled awkwardly setting the tea next to her bedroll.

“Oh um, you remembered that? That’s really nice Wyll… thanks.” She took a sip, pleasantly surprised that he had gotten the recipe right.

“Sure thing, let me know if you need anything. I’ll uh, just be out here…sooo yup.” Wyll felt so uncomfortable around her, he wasn’t used to people just not liking him. He wanted to be friends with everyone, but he just couldn’t find a way in with her.

“Ok.” She rolled away from him. He paused for a moment, then shut the tent, feeling slightly defeated.

———-

Gale and the others returned right as the sun began to set. Gale had stopped at the market to get some ingredients for his famous chicken noodle soup. They had some extra coin from helping out some of the locals, so he figured this was a good time to splurge a little.

“Hello my love!” He said crawling into the tent beside her. “How are you feeling?”

“Much better.” She smiled at him, her grin wide, but her eyes looked sad, scared even. He knew something was bothering her, but she looked better, the color had returned to her face and the dark circles under her eyes had lightened. Pushing for her feelings had never worked before, so as much as he wanted to, he resisted the urge to pry, he knew she’d come to him when she was ready. He kissed her cheek and told her about the special soup that he was going to make her. Her eyes lit up ever so slightly. She loved when he got excited over little things like making her a warm meal when she wasn’t feeling well. She also loves his soup!

The evening went on as usual, Gale served everyone their meal and they all chatted and laughed by the fire before getting ready for bed.

Everyone went to bed after dinner, they were all exhausted from the days prior. Gale held Suspiria tight as they dozed off.

…

Suspiria woke up in the middle of the night sweating and gasping for air. This usually would’ve woke Gale, but he had barley gotten a few hours of sleep in the last couple days, he was still snoring quietly next to her. She smiled down at him and kissed his forehead before crawling over him to get some fresh air outside. She looked around the camp, it was silent except the faint chirping of crickets and the low hum of snoring coming from the tents. Everyone must be asleep.

“Good” she thought, a moment to herself to think. She climbed on the roof of the abandoned barn in their campsite, settling back on her elbows to gaze at the stars. It was beautiful, the sky was clear and the stars were bright. She breathed in shakily, trying to soothe her own thoughts, but it wasn’t working. She felt the hot tears welling up in her eyes. She couldn’t take it anymore… next thing she knew, she was sobbing uncontrollably, she only stopped when she heard a noise coming from below her. She snuck over to the edge of the barn, and drew her bow silently edging the building to see who might be below. They’d already been ambushed by vampires and shapeshifters, she wasn’t taking any chances. She was ready to send her arrow when she realized who it was.

“For fucks sake, Wyll! What’d I tell you about sneaking up on me. One of these days you’re going to get an arrow to the face!”

“Shit, Suspiria, I’m sorry it’s just I heard you crying and I was worried.”

She wiped the tears from her cheeks. “What are you even doing up?”

“Couldn’t sleep, you?”

Suspira let out an annoyed sigh, “Couldn’t sleep.”

He climbed up onto the roof sitting next to her.

They both stared off in the distance in silence until Wyll asked “Suspiria’s, what’s really wrong?”

“What do you mean?”

“I know we aren’t very close, but you’ve been acting strange. I don’t know much about medicine, but I don’t think you had food poisoning, no one else got sick and we all had the same breakfast. Are you stressed or…”

She started to cry quietly. He sat there waiting for her to speak. She sniffled and grunted under her breath. “I think I’m pregnant.”

“What?” He asked. He genuinely couldn’t hear her.

“I’m fucking pregnant! Fuck!” She blurted out.

This was the first time Wyll had ever seen her cry, but more shockingly, it was the first time he’d ever seen her scared… really scared. He started to put a hand on her shoulder, but drew back.

“Are you sure?”

“I don’t know… I haven’t bled in 4 ten-day or more and now I’m throwing up. Im so scared Wyll, what am I going to do!” More of a statement than a question.

She hunched over, weak with fear. He stared at her with a look of concern, biting his tongue, he knew she didn’t want empty reassurances, but he wasn’t sure what to say. This was the first real conversation they’ve ever really had.

“You can’t tell Gale. You can’t tell anyone.” She demanded, staring so intensely, her eyes could’ve burned right threw him “If he knew he’d… he wouldn’t let me fight and he… he would…” she stumbled over her words choking through tears. He knew what she wanted to say.

“He would use the orb.”

She stared blankly in front of her. Wyll could see the fear in her eyes and hear the worry in her voice. “I won’t tell anyone, you have my word.”

She nodded weakly and jokingly mumbled “Good, contrary to what you may think, I’d prefer not to have to kill you.”

He laughed and she smiled, a very small pathetic smile, but a smile all the same. Wyll finally felt like he was starting to understand Suspiria. Her whole tough-guy act was merely a facade, deep down, she was terrified.

“So… should I congratulate you? If we were under better circumstances, would you be excited?”

“I don’t know. I never imagined myself as a mother… but I think… maybe I could be when I’m with Gale.” Her voice was shaky, lacking her normal confidence. “…and that terrifies me.”

Wyll smiled to himself. He respected Suspiria, but he never understood what Gale saw in her, to be frank, he thought his wizardly friend deserved better, but seeing her vulnerable like this, Wyll could tell how much she really loved Gale. She loved him so much it terrified her, more than she’d ever loved anyone. Honestly, Wyll was pretty sure that Suspira had never really loved anyone at all before Gale.

They sat there for a bit, not saying anything, until Wyll broke the uncomfortable silence with and even more uncomfortable question. “Not to be rude, but are you sure it’s Gale’s?”

“Excuse me! That’s very rude!”

“Shit… I’m sorry, it’s just I know you were with Astarion before and we haven’t been traveling that long and maybe you’d feel less scared if ummm… uh. I’m just going to stop talking now.” It’s like he forgot how to speak when he was around her, he was never this ineloquent. Even seeing her in such a vulnerable state, her presence was still so intimidating.

“This… this is why I don’t like you, Wyll!”

He winced at the sting of her words, feeling stupid for asking such an outrageous question.

After a minute, She sighed deeply. “It’s Gale’s, I only slept with Astarion twice, and the last time it was during my time of blood, so it can’t be his.”

“Oh…. Oh! Wait, does Astarion… you know what I don’t think I want to know the answer to the question…”

“Gods Wyll, you really are the connoisseur of putting your foot in your mouth, aren’t you?” She palmed her face shaking her head.

“I’m sorry…” he truly was, he knew he was being ridiculous, but he couldn’t help it, she made him so nervous, the kind of nervous you feel when you have to give a speech on a subject you know nothing about to a crowd of judgmental strangers.

“It’s ok.” She made an irritated grunt. After a few moments she cleared her throat. “…hey um…” she struggled to finish her sentence. “thanks for listening.” She couldn’t make eye contact with him, but her words were sincere.

He smiled widely, excited to hear the rare heartfelt thank you from the stone cold woman.

“But if you tell anyone about this, I will feed you to my wolf.” She glared at him with the intensity of all the gods rolled into one.

“Got it!” He held his hands up as if to surrender. She nodded at him, as if it were her strange way of thanking him again, and climbed down the roof, heading back to Gale’s tent.

—————————————-

It had been a few days since the nether brain fell, maybe a tenday, Suspiria couldn’t be sure, she was still exhausted from the battle.

She couldn’t stop thinking about

Karlach and Wyll. She never knew she’d have so much respect for a man she once could not stand. Karlach almost lost herself to her engine, but Suspiria convinced her to return to Avernus, she promised to go with her, to help her defeat Zariel and find a way to get her heart back, but Wyll stepped in to take her place. After the secret she’d shared with him, he insisted she remain at Gale’s side, the hells were no place for a mother to be, besides Wyll had an affinity towards killing demons. And yet, after all this, all that they’d been through, Suspiria still didn’t know how to tell Gale. It would’ve been easier if she had just left, like she’s always done before, but she couldn’t, not this time, not now that she had a friend, if you could call it that, to encourage her to say.

Her and Gale had spent the days following the fight laying in bed, enjoying each others company and resting, trying to recover their tired bodies from their injuries and to relax their frazzled minds, it was finally over.

Suspira lay on Gale’s chest, listening to his steady heartbeat.

“Gale, can you read to me?” She said quietly nuzzling his chest with her ear.

“Of course.” He picked up the book on the nightstand, the one he’d given her so long ago, the one she had carried with her for 20 years, “Whispers from the moon”, Gale’s childhood favorite about a boy, Jax, who ran away from home to live with wolves.

He cleared his throat starting the passage where they left off “Wolf mother Kalia bared her teeth at the boy, she wasn’t eager to trust a human, but the boy was but a lost pup.” He began to turn the page when Suspiria interrupted.

“What do you think of that name? Kalia? I quite like it.”

“It’s beautiful.. why do you ask?”

“I don’t know… just wondering.”

“You mean like… for a baby’s name?”

She looked at him through one lidded eye before returning to cuddle his chest. She didn’t say anything, but she didn’t have to. He knew that’s what she meant. He smiled eagerly. He had something he’d been meaning to bring up, now seemed as good of time as ever.

Suspiria felt Gale shift and get up out of bed, she turned to him wondering where he was going. She started to protest his absence but he just smiled wide at her and said “I can’t remember the last time I woke up without fear, without stress, without a sense of impending doom.” He leaned over to push a strand of hair behind her ear. He looked away bashfully. “You know, there’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you…”

Supiria looked at him, puzzled.

He continued “I think I’m going to drop this whole ‘Gale of Waterdeep’ nonsense, you’re now in the presence of plain old Gale Dekarios.”

“Good. You always sounded like a total ass when you introduced yourself like that.” She chuckled and gave him that sly smile he so loved.

He laughed “Well, at least I came to my senses eventually, thanks to you.” He nodded in her direction happily. “You make me a better man, a man I’m proud to be. I know you’re not one for this kind of sappy praise but I… well what I’m trying to say…” he swallowed hard, pushing through the nerves.

“Yes?” Suspiria tilted her head with a cocky smile.

“I love you, more than I’ve ever loved anyone and I’ve never felt so loved in return. You are everything to me. So… I was wondering if you would do me the honor of…. Um…” Suspiria stared in anticipation “…Joining the Dekarios Clan?” He choked on his words.

“Gale Dekarios, are you asking me to marry you?” She said playfully.

He giggled awkwardly “yeah… uh, I guess I am.” He shifted nervously awaiting her answer.

“Well, I never really saw myself as someone’s wife.” She teased. Gale winced a little at the response, but before he could recoil, she said “but for you… I can make an exception.”

“Wait… so is that a yes?”

“Of course I’ll marry you, you idiot! I love you, I want nothing more than to be with you.” She smiled. He grabbed her and kissed her deeply.

“There’s much to be done! We’ll need to prepare the invitations, the Dekarios clan is far and wide and I’m sure you’ll have guests you’d like to invite and…” she interrupted his rambling with another kiss, pulling him back in the bed.

“Hush wizard” she rolled on top of him, putting a finger over his lips as if to shh him. His tan skin flushing to a rosey pink. She planted kisses down his neck to his clavicle, stopping to pay extra attention to the scar where the orb lay dormant.

“Why don’t we celebrate with a hot bath….” She mumbled into his chest, his hair pricking her nose. She got up and looked over her shoulder back at him “I’ll get the warm water started” she smiled and sauntered off to the bathroom. His eyes widened at the proposition.

Suspiria new a few incantations being of mesatsophloes decent, so she cast one to warm the tub she had just filled with water. Her body was still aching from the battle days before. She couldn’t wait to hop in the warm water, she hoped it would soothe her sore muscles and the pain in her stomach, which had been bothering her for a while now, but as she was waiting for the water to boil she felt an intense cramping in her lower abdomen. She keeled over grunting from the pain. When she looked down she saw blood between her legs, so much blood, soaking through her trousers. With a gasp she removed her bottoms, frantically checking to see where the blood was coming from, even though she already knew what had happened.

“No…. No no no!” she collapsed to the wooden floor below, making a thud as she landed on her knees. She began sobbing and gasping for air, pure panic exuding her body, heartbreak consuming her. She had miscarried.

Gale ran over to the bathroom door. “Suspiria? What’s going on, are you ok?” No response… All he heard were the choked sobs of his now fiancé. He pushed open the door horrified at the scene before him. “What?! Suspiria. Where is all this blood coming from? What’s going on? Are you ok?” He rushed down to the floor beside her, grabbing her shoulders frantically but gently. He tried to work out the confusion, but the look in her eyes broke him. She collapsed into him, shaking and crying as he held her.

“I’m sorry. I’m … so sorry.” Her speech was barley comprehensible, more croaks than words.

He stroked her hair and whispered reassuring kind words into her ear. Her crying slowed enough for her to acknowledge him after a few minutes. She looked up at him, her face still hot and swollen with tears. Gale held her face in his palms, wiping a tear away with his thumb.

“What happened?” He asked with sincerity, even though he was pretty sure he already knew, as much as he wished he was wrong. She looked down, unable to speak. He pulled her into another embrace kissing the top of her head.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He whispered, pushing back tears of his own.

“I couldn’t… you would’ve…” she choked on the viscus saliva filling her mouth, tears spilling from her dark eyes, which had seemingly lost their fiery glow. She felt him nod gently above her. She was right, he would’ve done anything to protect her if he knew, even if it meant sacrificing himself.

Gale’s words blurted from him in a fit of despair “I’m so sorry, my love. I’m so so sorry that I put you in that situation. It wasn’t fair to you, you should’ve been able to tell me, but you’re right, I would’ve acted rashly.” He did his best to conceal the sorrow in his voice.

“I couldn’t lose you.” She cried.

“I know. And I’m so glad you didn’t have to.” He pulled back from her and kissed her gently on the forehead. After a few moments of sitting there, holding her tight, he found the strength to speak.

“We can try again, if that’s what you want?”

She wiped the remnants of the tears staining her face. “I’m… I’m not sure.”

“No matter, we have all the time in the world to figure that out. I’m just happy you’re here, with me, safe. We can get through anything, as long as we’re together.” He stroked her cheek with the tips of his fingers, soft and sincere, before guiding her lips to meet his. She smiled weakly into his lips as he kissed her tenderly.

“Are you still up for that bath?” He asked, gently wiping away the blood from her skin with a warm cloth.

She nodded and looked him in the eyes “I love you.”

“I love you more.” He smiled and helped her into the bath, following behind her. He gently cleaned her up. She sank back into him resting her head in the nape of his neck. He kissed her lips, wrapping his arms around her tight. Even in this time of heartbreak, their hearts were so full, they knew it would be ok, as long as they had each other.