#it's two days in and i'm already shipping

[bluegiragi]

STORE OPENING ON JULY 20TH - PLEASE READ!!

after taking a break from the online store for a while, i'm happy to say that it'll reopen with LIMITED STOCK on July 20th 8:25AM AEST and will stay open until I run out of stock.

Currently my online store is locked down so that I can safely work on the store functionalities behind the scenes, but on the day it will open to the public.

This store update includes prints! After some thought, I've decided to close my INPRNT store and start directly selling prints from my own store. Currently, all designs only come in A5 sizing, but from convention experience it seems like that's the most popular option with people anyway.

To prepare for this, I've also been revamping a couple of old designs for print.

Disclaimer: If you've already purchased prints from my INPRNT, your order will still be properly fulfilled. However, I've now archived all my designs and will be closing the store once I receive my final earnings.

(PRICES AND SHIPPING INFO UNDER THE CUT)

SHIPPING:

Shipping costs will largely be the same with the US and Europe, varying between $13-$18 USD depending on weight, while Oceania and Asia will vary between $10-12 USD. As all the stock is already here, packages should be able to start getting sent out much faster than the last two times, and you should expect your package within 1-3 weeks from placing your order, depending on where you live. Thank you in advance for your understanding!

PRICES (ALL PRICES IN USD):

A5 PRINTS: $10 each (1 free print for every $65 USD spent)

MONSTER AU CHARMS: $15 each

SLASHER AU CHARMS: $15 each

SUBTLE CHARMS: $13 each

DOGTAGS CHARM: $13

KONIG (DOUBLE-SIDED): $13

INDIVIDUAL STICKERS: $3

STICKERSHEETS: $12

DARK STANDEE: $30

DESERT STANDEE: $33

If you have any more questions, feel free to ask!

[bewitched-hours]

Hi again, I have came once again with another of one of my fav ships, if you don't mind much, also this request is be based on your fantasy AU, so can i please request for a...

Yandere! Azuretime x GN! Peasant! Reader?

(two time is the princess and Azure is the prince, use the princess and prince skin for this one)

Fluff and Angst for the reader again

Plot: Where the reader is living on the streets in a village back then alone but now a slave, but then the royalties appeared looking for someone to clean and take care of the castle so they chose the reader as a waiter/maid (whatever you call it)

as time went by, the duo eventually love both of them and made a arranged marriage to make the reader their the king/queen and kept getting fight over but they learned to share as the reader spends time with both of them seperately.

Idk what made i ran out of ideas for this one so i hope this made sense😢

Anyways Bye!☺️

Oh rhaine, you always know how to make such delicious prompts for me to enjoy-

Reader gets They/Them'd as requested kek

Well, you never really had a chance, did you?

No, of course not. You didn't grow up in a good enough family for that.

Hell, you don't even remember growing up with parents, just being taken care of by random other peasants in the village that had to call the streets their home.

And soon, you were one of them.

Filthy, begging, ignored. Who would assume your fate could turn?

At first it began with a new ruling. Those living on the streets would instead be free to grab for the wealthy to take as slaves. You obviously hadn't known but would find out when a nobleman coming for a visit spotted you and picked you up.

You were pretty quickly one of his maids...

On the bright side, most of the maids had similar backstories to yours so you felt less alone and you could all get along.

They taught you how to be a proper maid and clean the nobleman's residence with such care that you stopped receiving punishments. That was good at least...

But life is never so predictable!

The Nobleman was soon visited by a pair of royalties, looking for a new maid to help clean their castle.

You didn't pay them much mind aside from the usual displays of respect and otherwise sticking to routine. It helped keep you from going insane with the nobleman's requests at times...

But they paid attention to you, in great detail even.

Your soft hums that you could've sworn were quiet enough to not be noticeable, your careful placement of the furniture after you were done, it was all painfully obvious to them.

And before the day was even over, the nobleman told you they had decided to buy you out and would leave with you the following morning. Although, you knew it was more of a warning to prepare them the guest room and start packing the few items actually in your position.

And true to his word, you were sent off the next morning in a royal carriage while this royal pair was kind enough to explain what your life will be like in their castle.

You'd be assigned to help the maids in the throne room and dining hall. When there's no cleaning to be done you would have to simply stand by and await orders until there is.

Hell, they even complimented you! Saying you would be a cute addition to their workforce and to feel honoured. Of course, you were already feeling honoured enough to be chosen by royalty.

And true to their words(I'm saying this too much), you were basically there to just clean and look pretty while taking orders.

The other maids were simply beautiful too! They taught you even more than you had previously known and you embarrassingly had to get used to bathing together with them all... On the plus side, you had a giant bathing hall with luxurious beauty products lining the walls.

The maids treated you as a little sibling of sorts. Cooing over how adorable you were and making sure you were just as pampered as them... Were you in heaven???

"My my, [Reader]~ You've got the majesties ruffling quite some feathers~" One of the maids chuckled as she tended to your hair, finding your visible confusion cute.

You looked at the maids in front of you who were all doing each other's hair but obviously aiding in the conversation. "Did I do something wrong..?" You hesitantly asked, relieved when you received quick headshakes from all of them.

"Sweetheart, you're simply too cute~! I can't blame the majesties for fighting over you, I would too if-"

"THEY WHAT-" Your shock made them nearly burst into laughter as another maid chimed in.

"I wouldn't worry about it~ It's kinda romantic having two people fight over you, no?" Her chuckle did not help the pit forming in your stomach.

What if you got executed? What if you end up causing one of them to be executed?? What if-

Another maid quickly came to shush you and ease your mind. "I'm sure it'll be fine! Just don't let them know we told you and spend time with them as usual and this should go over soon..." She hugged you a little, noting how sensitive your skin was as you got goosebumps.

But you decided to trust them and act as though nothing had happened. You spent time with both Azure and Two Time, sometimes even separately, and started noticing the subtle ways in which they attempted to court you. It suddenly made a lot more sense...

Or so you thought... When one night, you were ordered to the throne room instead of joining your fellow maids in your nightly routine.

You were rendered speechless when you found out why.

"We understand this is... Sudden..." Azure tried to stay quiet as he and Two Time held your hands, both enjoying the sight of your flustered expression. "But you should understand that you have this charm to you that we simply can't ignore..."

While he spoke, Two Time brought the palm of your hand gently against their face to leave a kiss on it. You felt like your heart was gonna explode right then and there.

Like bees to a flower, you were chosen to partake in an arranged marriage with them.

You were confused but it wasn't like you could just deny the request...

The ceremony took weeks to plan, but you were only included to help decide on minor choices. You worried it was a test but you noticed it was easy to tell who of them wanted which option and you made sure to pick them evenly, never picking one of them twice over to make it feel fair.

In the meantime, the other maids were giddy over your fate and made sure you only ever looked your best since. You even convinced Azure and Two Time to arrange for the closest of the maids to get assigned as your bridesmaids since they were the closest you had to a family.

But on the day of the ceremony? You were anxious beyond belief, stressing over if you looked good enough or if something might happen while your bridesmaids cradled your pretty little face and wiped away any tears that threatened to ruin your look.

You could only watch the doors as the only guests seemed to be the rest of the personnel in the castle... At least people you recognized then...

Your gaze was like that of a deer caught in a staring contest with a predator when the doors finally did open and in came your beloveds.

One in a stunning white dress that seemed somehow even more stunning than the usual one and the other in a suit that- in combination with the dress- had your face look like a tomato. And they revelled in your reaction as they slowly approached, thinking about all the effort they had put into making sure you were guaranteed to them.

All that you've been left oblivious to. The offers to have you bought out from them, proposals of political marriages- and don't think they haven't threatened any other kingdoms with war for merely suggesting you were any less than they saw you as. Because they have done so countless times.

All to bask in the glory of their victory. Sharing you between each other as they were each granted a kiss before gently placing a custom-made crown upon your head to officially make you royalty as well...

Of course, you'd arrange for your bridesmaids to be your most trusted personal maids. They were still confined to the arrangements for normal maids but they were allowed more freedom to roam and tend to you. You were eternally grateful to them and slept surprisingly well in that giant bed you shared with Azure and Two Time.

Sometimes you'd wonder how you were so lucky...

But you never questioned the lack of backlash or confrontation from other kingdoms... Not that you should, of course~

Anything you'd like to request/ask? Check out my pinned post first and I'll be happy to write up whatever you want!

[karlachismylife]

A challenge for the CoD ship request thingy, dear Juju. Thoughts on Niksoap, spicy or deep.

So first I wanna make clear that I've spent more than a week already thinking about sucking Nikolai's dick every day.

Now that that's out of the way and we established that I am indeed Soap xD I'm gonna go back to my bullshit and lead everyone away from horniness and Horndog Soap trope.

Cuz yeah, duh, of course Soap wants Nik, who doesn't. And maybe I'm biased, but I'm sure Nik would match his want, pressing Johnny up against the wall or bending over the work bench for him. I see them having really energetic, full length thrusts and hair pulling sex. Also they're both so broad and strong in the shoulders, I bet they squeeze each other really tight when they fuck or hug.

But I'm more interested in the other part, in the part where Nik sees his very very past young self in Soap - he was just as eager to get into military because he believed in what they do, and he was absolutely same way reckless and defiant. Although I actually think Nik was way more of a goody two shoes at first in the army, he got to the disobedience later, because it stems from his thoughts, not just his temper. Even though obviously both he and Soap feel justified in their disobedience and have their morality behind it, I think Nik has always been less explosive, so in a way they're coming to the same point from different sides: Nik starts calm and goes to defy literally everyone who gives him orders, but still bows his head before Price in a way; Soap starts angry and explosive and finds a handler's hand in Price and calms down, matures (if we ignore his death). So they end up in this "moderated righteous defiance" state, both anchored to Price.

And I think Nik doesn't want Soap to move further into obedience and let the leash tighten. Even if it's a leash held by Price. I think Nik knows that this is how Soap dies. And I think Nik loves him enough to want to prevent that. I also think this would make Soap angry at first, because he is a stubborn bastard, and that's why Nikolai's patience will play it's role too.

Nik would be the hammer that hits slowly and repeatedly into the ring on Soap's collar, not letting him loose, because that's also how Soap dies, but deforming it enough to not let Soap get dragged into the dangerous mirky waters of doing everything for the service. He'd make Soap's boyish belief in the military clear up.

I don't know 09 Soap too well, but I assume he's more mature than Johnny we have in the reboot, and to some extent I think Nikolai could be the force that makes Johnny into Captain MacTavish. It can't happen without Price, obviously, without any of 141; but Price is Soap's death, and if anyone can beat it, it's Nik.

And on the other end, Soap is probably a burning fuse that can shake off melancholy that is always there with Nik (hi, cultural code). Nikolai has seen and lost enough to be susceptible to feeling hopeless or defeated; it's not because he lacks a spine, it's just because even a spine forged in motherland can only carry so much. I think seeing the world as it is now would shake Nik. Not break him, maybe, but he's not getting younger, and everything he's been building and doing seems futile, and there will be the eternal question - if it's all even worth trying. And Soap, second after Farah, obviously, is there to tell him that yeah, it is.

Shoving all this aside, I also think that Nik would love Soap's eyes and tell him there's sky in them; he would manhandle Johnny by his mohawk and ruffle it and sincerely adore it; he would leave Soap in his hangar next to some old manuals and come back to helicopter blueprints coloured in by one bored Scott. I think they would get drunk together and get rowdy in pubs, I think Nik would constantly have his arm wrapped around Soap's shoulders and I think Johnny would want to look like Nik. I think Soap's family loves Nikolai and they play guitars together when they're visiting Johnny's home. I also think they love to sneak into some elite experiences like five stars hotels and all this bougie stuff and make fools out of themselves (or the elites, depends how you look) by misbehaving and going against stupid customs.

I also think Soap would sit back in the dark corner while Nik has a meeting with shady people from the criminal world, with his eyes glinting dangerously - Nik doesn't bring him there as an attack dog, he doesn't use Soap like this, but that's exactly why Johnny would gladly beat a cunt to death for him.

I don't know if any of this makes sense, really, but all in all I think they can be really horny and hot together, but also so much more.

[jjwolves]

Could I request reader getting series Ena a gift? Maybe a cute plushie or a little accessory like a bracelet or something? I think she deserves to have nice things. 🥺

EQUIP

What: 5 Part ENA X Reader Imagine Where You Get Her a Gift for Her Birthday

Who: ENA from ENA (By Joel G)

How Much: ~1400 Words, ~7 mins

Credits: Image Banner -> Joel G

Warnings: None

ENA was chattering while you two walked on the dust beach, holding hands as the flaming shadow waters receded out of respect for the visitation of earnest love. Either that, or they just weren't hungry right now after swallowing up a flaming ship on the horizon. Without a flaming ship to give light, it quickly became night, of course. Even through the chaos, you're enraptured by ENA's rambling. You get the feeling that she doesn't have the opportunity to speak on personal things very much, so you're happy to be her willingly captive audience as she performs some sort of seaweed-inspired dance number. "I must admit, in recent times I've been feeling that I'm much wiser than I was previously. Naturally, I'm excited for my next Wisening as well! I'm curious about what new conspiracies my mind shall develop." Your mind uncaps its handy context highlighter and draws a streak across this part of the conversation. You lightheartedly ask ENA when her next Wisening will be. Her expression takes on something like curiosity. Maybe nobody has asked her before. "An interesting question indeed. Hmm... It will be occurring in approximately forty pulses of the cosmic chip. Yes, indeed, only forty pulses until we reach the anniversary of my formation, the g-g-g--WORST DAY OF MY LIFE!" ENA spun behind you and emerged at your other side, clutching your arm for comfort now that she had gone blue. "I wish it never happened! Never never never!"

Feeling a surge of pity for her, you awkwardly pat her blocky head. Then, an idea springs forth! You ask if there's any traditions or, like, specific celebrations associated with Wisening. ENA sniffles. "Some people are given stuff, but... Nobody's ever gotten me nothing... I don't even know how old I am because of it! I don't got any trinkets to count and go 'that's how old I am'!" ENA sobs and her voice starts to take on a hysterical, shrill quality. "You're probably in love with an old, withered hag and I'm too STUPID to warn you!" This calls for a big hug, naturally. Your girlthing squirms around halfheartedly as her static tears buzz against your skin. "Nooo, don't! You're hugging a gross dusty relic! My tears are going to turn you into a prune!" You ignore her frantic self-loathing and ask if she wanted to start counting. "Start counting what?" You want to help her count her years, naturally. You want to get her a gift. ENA seems to banish her limpness with the fizzling sound of a glitch and returns your hug with a warm embrace of her own. "I am grateful, but... It's not entirely necessary. I simply enjoy your company as is." You tell her, slightly teasing, that she doesn't sound very convincing. She sounds a bit disingenuous to you, actually. Parting from you, ENA fixes you with her signature 'poker smile'. She could be thinking anything when she wears that expression. "... I am being very genuous." A pause. Her eyes narrow at you. "This is just what my voice sounds like."

Truthfully, it doesn't matter what she says; you've already set your mind to it. She's getting a gift because she deserves it. There is no escape. The only problem is that it's near impossible to discern what she'd even want for a birthday present in the first place. You decide to put some feelers out, try to prod anything resembling an opinion or useful hint out of her. You idly ask her about her feelings on hair stuff, like ribbons and scrunchies and things like that. "An interesting query. They can be quite fashionable, can they not? Although--" A sound like screen tearing. "My stupid hair isn't made right! It'd just clip through!" Okay, well, if hair stuff isn't an option... Maybe clothes are more her speed. Although, you've never seen her wear anything different. She stutters and reboots with a cheerful "bing!" before she responds. "Truth be told, I've never given tactiles much thought. I've always cloaked myself in the scholarly garb you see before you." As she gives her opinion, she emphatically stretches out her suspenders, which begin flickering violently. You don't think she's supposed to do that. When they snap back with a loud crack, one of ENA's arms is flung into the horizon as the other gets forcibly clipped into her torso. She turns black and white from shock. You better help her unlodge that... And fetch the other.

Eventually, you decide that clothes would probably be a good gift for ENA. If she's being honest, then she's been wearing the same beige uniform for however long she's existed. It'd be a good step in the right direction to give her some other styles to choose from. It's just hard! If ENA has been wearing that since she was created or emerged or whatever, then you weren't sure if that was even fashion that she chose so much as allowed. This is getting more and more complicated. You prod a little bit more, careful not to overplay your hand. You ask her what colors she likes. "What colors I like? Well, well, well..." As ENA ponders, she distractedly walks up a bookcase. You don't think she even noticed. "Call it drab, generic or positively monochromatic, but I quite like gray, white and black. And brown!" You say that you thought she would have picked yellow and blue, because of... You know. ENA turns her smile upside-down for this and sniffles. "Try looking at such gaudy shades all the time and tell me you'd like them!" Her self-loathing is quickly eliminated by your informing her that, one, you do, and two, you do (once again). She looks down at her shoes. "It's weird how nice you're being to me... I think I like it." She stands on her tippy-toes to give you a teary-eyed peck on the forehead, which is funny, too, because she's at a 90 degree angle with the ground right now. Either way, you're refueled with the mindset needed to complete operation blue-yellow birthday.

Well, it takes a few days to get everything together. You have to go look for new clothes for her, which means you need to leave a note on your door letting ENA know that you're out. Otherwise, she'll probably just climb in through a window. During the days that you're out, you need to crudely draw pictures of your polygonal girlfriend and then remove the lines on her face because the moth-headed tailors refuse to make things for ENAs (you don't understand and you never will). You think she'll like them, though. Afterwards, you spend every day asking ENA if it's her Wisening yet or not. "Not yet. Please have patience; Wisening takes time. Ask again tomorrow, I'm sure I'll know by then." One day, you're correct. "Congratulations! Yes, it is Wisening today." You ask her if she's received a gift from anyone this time around. "Ha! No. No, I don't think that will be happening any time soon, I'm afraid." Is she sure? You hand her a box with blue and yellow ribbons on it. ENA's eyes widen in surprise; she looks almost worried to touch it, like it'll sprout wings and fly away (wouldn't be the first time). Shocked silent, she takes it from you and delicately undoes the ribbons, pulling out and gazing wide-eyed at the clothes that you commissioned with fine detail. "You remembered my favorite colors, too..." You can't tell which voice is speaking; her head spins too often to keep track. Somehow, she shifts between clothes instantly and teleports the last ones she wore into a folded pile. First a gray vest, then a white sweater, then beige overalls, then a striped button-up. It's hard to keep track of her outfits--almost as hard as it is to keep track of which her is wearing them. She flickers to monochrome, yellow, blue, devilish, not and back again with each outfit. You can't even guess what this is--it's like she's trying on outfits for every different part of her. When she's done, it seems she's settled on the overalls for now and elected to crush you in a bone-crunching hug (with enhanced range due to her detached arms). "Thank you... so much. I'm going to accessorize endlessly with this gift." ENA parts from you and kisses you sweetly. "Know, forever, that this be true, love: you've made my Wisening well worth living. Joy, forever! And may it be well dressed as I." And now you're spinning. You hope you made up for all of those gifts she never received. You like to think you did.

[fitzmandible]

Trafalgar and Nelson were such a point of national pride that the royal navy still to this day has two celebrations about Trafalgar: Trafalgar night and Pickle night. Everything under the cut because this post is long already.

Trafalgar night is celebrated on 21st October (or as close as practical) by commissioned officers of the Navy and it's a formal occasion. Nelson's flag signal of "every man must do his duty" is generally displayed

It's even celebrated on Nelson's flagship, HMS Victory, which survives to this day. There, apparently you're not seated according to rank and while everyone is a commissioned officer, as a lieutenant you'd be treated equally to an admiral. On HMS Victory, on the quarter deck(?) there's a plaque commemorating where Nelson was shot.

Pickle night is for rates (non-commissioned officers, otherwise known as ranks) and is celebrated on or around 6th November. It's named for HMS Pickle, which was the fastest ship in Nelson's fleet. It arrived in England on that day in 1805 carrying news of Nelson's victory and death. It's a far more informal occasion (generally) and it's a far more recent thing, only as far as I can tell dating back about 50 years, although I could be wrong there.

But the British public was absolutely obsessed with Nelson. He was a celebrity. You know when you go to your grandma's house and she has a plate with princess di's face on it? They had those with him (example is will and kate but yk you get the point)

Such was the country's obsession with Nelson that he even got a crazy state funeral with his actual body there. Traditionally, bodies were buried at sea. You stick a couple of cannonballs in their hammock, sew it up, the last stitch goes through their nose, and over the side they go, with slightly more pomp and circumstance than that. But Nelson? After he died with half his crew surrounding him and having asked his second in command, Hardy, to kiss him, he was pickled. (This is what I originally thought pickle night was named after btw) It took the fleet several weeks to return to England, especially as they had to go to Gibraltar for repairs, and his body would have properly decomposed by then. So instead, his body was placed in a cask of spirits, probably brandy, and brought back to England that way.

I'm trying to think of an example from more recent history that describes what Franklin must have felt like but I can't think of a great and good celebrity type public figure dying in battle, particularly where their side still wins (there probably are though).

Anyway, at least the two years I did navy cadets for has been useful for something other than my personal statement.

Terror Rewatch - episode 1, go for broke. This time what really caught my eye is this scene:

James Fitzjames is telling his chinese sniper story (again) and Edward Little pipes up with "like the shot that killed Nelson at Trafalgar".

We get Edward's face and Fitzjames's face but I would really like Franklin's face in this moment. I suspect Little doesn't know this (too young) or he knows vaguely about it but it hasn't sunk in: Cpt Sir John Franklin was *at* Trafalgar! He was on HMS Bellerophon and as a signals midshipman (he was 19 years old at the time) was who reported & relayed the famous "England expects every man to do his duty" signal. Bellerophon lost their Captain John Cooke to sniper fire that day, along with 27 others dead and 123 wounded, including Franklin's fellow middie, John Simmonds. It's not clear to me if Franklin watched his captain die (like Nelson, it wasn't instant) but it's almost certain he watched a lot of his close colleagues suffer and die that day.

Look, I don't like the fella, but I really wonder how painful a memory Trafalgar is for Cpt Franklin (I have heard sources suggest he joined the Discovery Service because he wanted to stay in the Navy but didn't want to fight/was a pacifist), and Ned Little just brings it up like it's nothing! For everyone else in this wardroom, Trafalgar is a glorious war-story for the Empire. For Franklin, it's the day he, as a dang 19 year old, watched *a lot* of people die, and it does seem to have affected his future life & choices (unfortunately, eschewing imperialism & all it stood for was not one he made). I'd've loved to see what Ciaran Hinds would bring to Franklin's face when Lieut Little makes that comment.

[voie-lacte3]

the boy on the cruise—

03 The Elevator and Pizza

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you were already mildly sweaty and only like, 60% sure where you were. the cruise map had more colors than necessary and the arrows made absolutely zero sense. you just wanted pizza. just one greasy slice to eat in peace, but now you were mid-hallway, overthinking the compass directions like a survivor contestant.

you were glaring at the sign like it personally offended you, about to give up and accept defeat when a voice spoke behind you, slightly amused,

“you good there, explorer?”

you didn’t have to turn to know who it was.

hydration boy the boy from yesterday, same warm voice, same curls. same stupidly charming grin.

this time though, instead of a drink, he was holding a paper plate with sad, crooked, uneven slices of pizza. one sliding off the edge like it was trying to escape.

“fancy seeing you again,” you mutter, eyeing the plate. “no drink today?” “just carbs,” he replies, taking a bite. “couldn’t resist another run-in with the mysterious girl from the pool,” he adds, shrugging. “plus, i found the pizza.”

“brag about it, why don’t you,” you mutter, eyeing the plate.

he extends his half bitten slice like a peace offering, “my generosity has limits.”

you smirk. “you always come baring gifts?”

“no, but you look like you're about to cry reading that map,” he replies, urging you to take the slice. “this is one step closer to cruise pizza you'll ever get.”

you take it with a small, mock-curtsy. “you’re really setting the bar high for cruise flirtation.”

“good,” he grins. “makes it harder for every guy who tries to flirt with you after this.”

you choke a little. “so this is flirting?”

he smirks that stupidly annoying smirk you've grown accustomed to, despite it only being the second day of knowing him, “maybe,”

the two of you walked side by side, munching on pizza towards the nearest elevator. it was quiet this far up the ship, most people were either sunbathing or passed out in their rooms.

the silver doors slide open, you both stepp inside, you hit deck 7 and then—

a jolt.

then, a flicker.

then… nothing.

“ummmm,” you hit the button again. nothing.

he hits the button too, still nothing.

“are we dead ass?,” you mumble, pressing the door open like it owed you money. “this cannot be happening.”

“dont panic, maybe.... maybe it’s just, you know, stopping for dramatic effect,” he offers weakly. you glare at him. “seriously?”

“what? i'm very emotionally consistent under duress”

you groan and hit your head gently against the wall, “look on the bright side,” he starts, sitting down like it was a picnic. “we got pizza. and you’re trapped in a metal box with an extremely average guy.”

you give him a look, still standing. “do you always just sit down during minor emergencies?” “yep. it's called accepting your fate. try it, it’s kinda freeing.”

you roll your eyes, sighing, sliding down to sit across from him.

“so,” he speaks, clapping his hands, after a while of munching on pizza. “should we the the movie classic”

“…classic?”

“you know. secrets, confessions, dramatic monologues. we're stuck in an elevator, might as well trauma bond.”

you narrow your eyes. “you got moves, i'll give you that. but i wouldn't necessarily call this trauma.” he smiles, “you think i have elevator rizz?”

you laugh, “you know whats crazy?” he hums, raising a brow. “i dont even know your name.” he gasps, clutching his chest like you just stabbed him in the heart. “oh my?!? i've shared my pizza with you, and— and i dont even know your name?!” he dramatizes, earning another small laugh from you

“i'm y/n,” you extend your arm out playfully, “and im mason,” he takes your hand, jokingly shaking it, "nice to meet you,"

he leans back, arms stretched over his knees. “guess i’ll start. when i was like ten, i think? i had a One Direction phase so intense i used to practice their choreography in the bathroom mirror.”

you blink, nodding to his words. “not gonna lie, that is so real.”

“your turn.”

you think for a second. “in elementary school, i used to pretend to faint during recess so i could go to the nurse and not have to do our exit ticket.”

his eyes widen, “oh my God—” “what can i say, i was very committed to not doing work.”

“you’re unbelievable, but— i used to fake being asleep in the car so my mom could carry me inside—”

“wait that’s so normal, im pretty sure i did that too” you interrupt, watching as a smile forms on his face. “yeah um… i was, i was fifteen” at that, you both laugh, that kind of deep-belly, echoing laughter that fills a small space fast.

“i cried over a churro in public one time,” “was it cold” “it was just the right amount of warm just….extremely hollow.” he places a hand on his heart, “im so sorry for your loss.”

“what’s your wildest story from school?” he asks, splitting the last slice of pizza. “oh my God! so, it all started 4th period, i was just tryna be a good student, right?” he hums, “sure,” watching you intensely. “i was taking notes, minding my business, definitely not watching tiktoks. my teacher was mid sentence, something about world war two, when BAM”

you make dramatic hand movements, whooshing sounds coming out of your mouth.

“a big ass boom is heard, the sprinkler system goes off a second later, everyone left confused. turns out! a group of dumbass freshman had set fireworks off in the boys restroom!”

mason’s eyes widen, “no!? you’re lying” “i wish i was! my school is actually so incredibly unhinged its not even funny, our pipe system also burst once, flooded a whole building,” he shakes his head in disbelief. “what about you? any crazy school strories?” “unfortunately not, i didnt go to high school— dont give me that look, i switched over to online schooling, it made things easier,”

you end up talking more, he gets to know you a bit more— what you do in your free time, where you work, what you want to do after high school, your favorite bingeable TV shows, that you don’t even notice a whole hour and a half had gone by. eventually, the elevator jolts again— light flickering, then the doors slide open like nothing ever happened.

you both blink, still on the floor.

“...should we move?”

“i guess,” he replies, standing first, then offering you a hand.

you take it.

neither of you say much as you walk down the hallway, still buzzing from whatever weird bubble you’d been in, but as you turn a corner, halfway to your cabin, he freezes, and then starts laughing—loud, surprised, and a little too much for the empty hallway.

“i’m looking for my cabin and this isn’t even my deck,” he finally wheezes out. you roll your eyes for possibly the hundredth time that day, “alright imma go find my grandma, she’s probably wondering where i am”

“see you tomorrow?”, he smiles, a soft kind-hearted smile, “see you tomorrow, y/n”

he turns around, heading back to the elevator. and you? you disappear into your room, heart way too loud in your chest.

it was only the second day on board, and this boy? he was getting under your skin in the best way possible.

a/n: had to throw in the classic getting stuck in an elevator scene guys 🤧 guys ik these chapters lowk suck, but TRUST when we get to like part 5? 6? it'll start getting a little more interesting

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[goldenflowers]

isabeau's confession at the end of ISAT is constantly living rent-free in my head it's so fucking good. right now i'm obsessed with the way he responds to siffrin saying "i love you too" because just. imagine you're siffrin and for so long now you've believed that you were horrible disgusting manipulative unloved and unworthy of love and yet. your best friend is telling you he loves you. and you feel that you love him too (in what way? the same way that he loves you? you're not quite sure yet, but stars, you feel like your heart is going to burst out of your chest, he means so much to you) so you tell him so.

and he responds by telling you he already knew that because he has eyes.

you're siffrin and you are kind passionate protective and so loved and full of love for your friends, your family, and yet you hate yourself so, so deeply that you don't see any of that but isabeau does. according to him it's written all over your face, apparently--the face you're always trying so hard to hide with your hat, which as the universe would have it, you don't have anymore!! and he sees you and he loves you and he knows you love him back, even after you said and did such horrible, cruel things to him and the rest of your family that you know they didn't deserve, after you almost broke the world trying to keep them by your side, somehow isa understands you and still loves every single part of you. and you love him, you love him, you love him because how could you not?

especially since he also got so excited when you told him you loved him that he shouted "CRAB YEAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" in your face.

[kaidanalenkosprmanager]

Horizon - The Aftermath MIRA’S MORE CANON ME2 When you died? It tore me apart. It was like losing a limb. Mass Effect 2: Legendary Edition

[nellasbookplanet]

Man talking about the asexual experience in fandom is frustrating sometimes

Me: I wish shippers weren't so eager to say 'there's no platonic explanation for this' and 'they're OBVIOUSLY IN LOVE' about characters being deeply close, or accusing any close same-sex friendship that isn't confirmed romantic as queerbaiting, or claim their fanon ship is basically canon and that reading it any other way is wrong, or-

Some rando on the internet: so you're homophobic then?? You say we shouldn’t have same-sex ships that aren't canonical??

Me: no, I'm saying we shouldn’t place romantic relationships on a piedestal or claim they're inherently more important than platonic ones and we CERTAINLY shouldn’t harrass creators and other fans who don’t cater to or critique whatever ship is most popular, also this applies just as much to straight ships as-

Some other rando on the internet: YEAH the WOKE MOB is ruining our media with their gay ships!

Me: ...

Me: buddy if you saw what I ship either platonically or romantically your head would explode. we are not the same

[buttercupshands]

The way I approach love stories is so interesting, like I care not for both sexual and romantic part, both don't exactly need to be present for you to see that characters trust each other and feel safe

Same with family, platonic stuff and friendships, feelings of trust and whatever else worth so much in all of this

Love story being a love story just means it'll happen faster and more... Boldly?? Bc that's the main focus and all

Also since people love romance so much you get more stuff in the fandom win/win

Although I'd say it took me a loooong time to get into anything, because I rarely see something and go THAT'S A SHIP! nah, that's a friendship, that's cute and sweet

Then we have toxic stuff and that's the intoxicating codependency that makes me want to analyze it all, like wow those characters are horrible to each other

But I usually have like two to balance each other, bc as funny toxic stuff is, I want some sweet stuff be it a friendship or a healthy ship

[privatewebster]

leaving comments on fanfiction is so stressful. leaving comments anywhere is terribly stressful. now i've left one and i'm sitting here nervous. it's like in that meme when there are a lot of beautiful words in your head, but you want to say words through your mouth and that's it, emptiness. the thing is, my vocabulary is so-so. u can, of course, write "god, i love this" but that's not enough, is it?? ):

[daipeanutsaiban]

A Victorian couple. (Leyendecker redraw)

[thelesbododo]

Guess who's making Sherliam edits to the songs Ma Meilleure Ennemie and La Seine!

[everydaydenki]

[fredwardrawn]

A Royal Blue, Malkuth wedding

[oilith]

Stuff i got from the first day of the event i went to!

Raeda and lumity stickers. They are now truly my priced posessions, you can try prying them from my cold dead hands lmao

Hazbinb (and this tiny stolas card)

And ai cat and frieren charm! Also got the manga volume 2nd hand