#its just so potent to me 😭😭😭

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It's just still brainrotting me so badly, LIKE WHAT IS GOING ON HERE!?!?!?!?!

[todayisafridaynight]

When I started Y7 I felt so bad for Masato getting treated so poorly by his gf because I would've eaten him out without hesitation

god you and me both brother

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THE DROP OFF | e. jaeger

after a date gone wrong, your favorite doordasher is happy to give you a special delivery, on the house!

content + themes: slight angst, reader cries a bit, mentions of loneliness, social anxiety + depression, alcohol use, fluffiness, finger fucking, heavy kissing, kitchen sex, nipple play, unprotected sex, squirting, eren being a service dom (and a dumbass! 😭), lots of praise, calls reader mama, baby, etc.

📝: so much like elections everywhere, the polls were a lil rigged imo LMAO! 😭 plug!eren won the overall but it looks like doordasher won the popular vote. So because I couldn’t decide, I’ll be giving y’all both. ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

“Eren, please. Just give me my food and let me go.”

“Not until you tell me what’s wrong. I got time.”

if he had picked a more inconvenient time for his nonsense, then it was now. Late night, endless hours of dreadful studying and the exhaustion of the week had taken its toll on you. The last thing you wanted was to be bothered with him and usual, childish shenanigans. Yet, here he was..standing in the threshold of your apartment doorway, dangling your order above your head; still hot for the time being and potent with the aromas of grilled chicken and rice. The only thing you wanted was to eat, shower and wash away the remnants of what you had just experienced. Something you weren’t quite ready to divulge to him or anyone else. Alas, it seemed that you wouldn’t get it until you came clean. Releasing a heavy sigh, you’d finally cave and decide to tell him. But first..

“Fine! But close the door behind you, you’re gonna get a cold standing in the rain, dummy.”

once you two were in the confines of your apartment, he’d take a seat and make himself comfortable without so much as a word. “Damn…your spot’s nice, (y/n). How come you never invite me in here?” “Because I don’t want you in my house, that’s why. Now take your big ass feet off my coffee table if you like walking.” That’s where the secrets would begin to spill. You’d reveal that earlier in the week, you had been invited on a date and although you were a bit reluctant, you accepted. Much like the majority of your generation, you had been partaking in dating apps and online spaces to acquire companionship. And you thought that after months of swiping left, you’d find your ideal date. A guy who shared the same interests as you..very attractive, really sweet and he communicated promptly. Once the two of you connected, he’d text and ask if you’d like to meet up. He suggested a restaurant that you’d previously mentioned, a nice outing for sure. That was until the night arrived. You’d gotten all dressed up; to the nines in a form fitting body con dress, done your hair, nails and makeup to perfection and ensured you looked stunning. Too bad, it was all in vain because after an hour of waiting for him to arrive and a series of texts left on delivered, you began to worry that something had happened. Although that too was quite futile because a quick scroll through social media would turn your anxious thoughts to pure anger! He was at the club, tossing back shots while you were at home, looking absolutely dumbfounded…you were so embarrassed and hurt! Even the constant glasses of wine that had been downed whilst awaiting your food couldn’t absolve you of your anger right now.

“So yeah…that’s what happened. Happy now?”

truth be told, and quiet as it was kept..he was. He was thrilled you were still a single woman. The thought of someone else being in your life would crush him because underneath his silly facades and constant jokes, he truly did have a thing for you. However, the thought of someone making you feel less than your worth had him ready to go find dude and bash his shit in! “Of course not, (y/n). That’s fucking terrible and I’m sorry that dumbass played with you like that..I had no idea. I can go beat his ass if it’ll make you feel better. I know that club..” “No need. I was stupid to think I’d actually have a good night.” Normally, he wore that comical demeanor like a sleeve but you could tell there was a shift in Eren. One that indicated he wasn’t a fan of what he’d heard..having paced the tile floors of your kitchen whilst telling your story, (y/n) finally came to a halt and began to laugh. But upon second glance, he’d see the tears streaming down your face.

“Y’know. I spend all day inside of this apartment..I work, have meetings, do my classes, watch TV and do it all over again. I even stopped going to the gym downstairs because I’d never find the time or energy once I was done. And for a while, I was fine with it. Working in crowded places and sitting a giant classroom made me anxious..honestly, I thought I hated being around people but truth is, we all need somebody. We can’t live in this world alone. My roommate, she’s been back in Cali for months helping her family so I don’t even have her. I figured tonight that I could give it another chance. Maybe even have a good time but I was wrong. I’ve always been a loner but I feel like lately, I’m so invisible, no one would even notice if I were to just disappear. These dudes, they just constantly make me feel worse than I already do. Y’know, sometimes..even if I say the exact opposite, I always get happy when I see your name because I know at least I’ll have somebody to talk to. Even if I am constantly picking fights. Maybe I’m the problem..who fucking knows.”

by this point, he had heard more than enough. He couldn’t stand to listen at another second of it..the fact that you’d felt this way shattered his heart into a million pieces because there was no way in hell, a wonderful girl like you should’ve ever been questioning your self worth. Amid your speech and tearful testimony, he’d get up from his seat, and without so much as a second thought, cradled you in his arms. Giving you by the far the most comforting and loving hug you’d felt in a long time. His larger frame wrapped around yours and enveloped you like a blanket. This time, you couldn’t even be vexed to fight it. You’d collapse into his arms and allow him to hold you. Allowing you to sob for as long he’d didn’t care. Hell, he even stopped accepting deliveries for the rest of the night because right now, he was exactly where he needed to be.

“Why didn’t you say sum’? (Y/N), you know you could talk to me.”

but you were abashed, truly. Why would dump all of your problems on a guy who was only here to drop off your food?! That wasn’t fair. So it was easier to just bottle it all up and keep it pushing. But not with him around..you didn’t have to hold back anything. “Because Eren, that’s not your job. And you piss me off sometimes. You would’ve just made fun of me.” chuckling as you wiped your tears and tried to feign off any more. You hated getting emotional in front of other people, it was your greatest pet peeve. But Eren could have cared less. Granted, he had his own ways of comforting people! “I mean, yeah..cause picking on you is the highlight of my day. Have you seen them damn orders? I know your toilet be screaming for its life.” Immediately smacking his chest and laughing. “I hate you so much.” Even if it was not always the most appropriate..making people laugh was how he coped! Finally, you’d feel his index finger glide underneath your chin and pull your head up. “But I only do it because I love seeing that smile..” you tried not to falter and let his advances wear you down but here was this goofball who constantly tormented you, cheering you up in the same turn. And you couldn’t lie, it felt good. Felt good to be held, touched and complimented like this. If it wasn’t already obvious, from the months of relentless flirtation, he had strong feelings for you that had only grown deeper the more he came around. Your cheeks would fluster and you’d beam uncontrollably.

“There it is..your pretty ass. Don’t you ever let one of these bums play you like you not fine as hell…”

by that time, his voice had dropped to a much lower vibrato..one that caused a quiver in your legs. You’d never seen him in such a light and you meant every word of being agitated by him but to deny that he was one of, if not the most attractive man you’d laid eyes on would be a complete and utter lie. He had this charm about him; one that even when he was being playful exuded sensuality. He knew how to draw you in without you even noticing. Not to mention, those handsome looks. Those deep, green eyes..long hair, tattoos going down his arms and you never caught him looking subpar. Dressed nice and smelling even better…you hated to admit it…

“You mean that, Eren? You think that about me?”

“I mean…I could just show you how I feel..”

but you had fallen for him! This man that you cussed out on a weekly basis, the one you swore to the man above that you could not tolerate another second of had you melting in his palms like warm ice cream. It was unbelievable but right now, you were feeling extremely vulnerable. Just wanting someone to tell you it would all be okay..a role he was more than willing to fill. He didn’t want to take advantage of you or do anything you may regret but above all else, he wanted to make you feel better. Ease that stress and make you forget all about old dude. “Might be a lil’ selfish of me to ask but..you wouldn’t mind if I kissed you, right?” By now, your faces were only within a hair’s breadth of the other. Your heads tilted to the side as his larger frame towered over you. It was a bit inappropriate but from the second you opened the door in that sexy outfit, all he could imagine was peeling you up out of it! He couldn’t help it when you looked so damn good..

“I’d be mad if you didn’t..”

so without haste, you’d feel those large yet gentle hands cradle around the back of your neck as he pulled you towards him slowly..bridging the gap of space between you two and bringing you in for a kiss. The sensation of his lips was nothing like anything you’d felt before. So warm and soft..careful not to overtake your own but lapping them up with tender pecks. Just then, he’d remove any space between your frames as well. The awkward tension had all but resolved and you were his for the taking! Slowly but surely, you’d feel those soft palms of his glide down from your neck to the upper half of your torso. Meanwhile, that kiss was only growing deeper and both of your eyes had fallen shut. Faint smacking noises sounded throughout the kitchen along with soft moans to the mix. Part of you was hesitant because you knew that he probably told several girls the exact same thing. He probably slept with half the girls in this city; no way a man so attractive wasn’t constantly getting play and who knew, he may have only been so persistent as a means to add you to that collection but right now, you needed him. You needed to feel something…the touch of another person, physical contact as to not be reminded of how alone you were! And you trusted no one more to do that than Eren. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this..” his words and voice cracked amid the barrage of kisses, becoming drawn deeper into you with no plans to withdraw anytime soon. He’d go as far as you’d allow him. It was then that your own hands made place to the back of his neck, drudging through the back of those long locks. Which sent tingling sensations throughout his skin. It was by far the most peaceful you two had been with each other. And ironically enough, he was the most attentive and compassionate sexual partner you’d ever had. You tended to stray away from hookups because you knew nothing good would come about but with him? You felt an unrelenting sense of security. You wanted him to keep touching you..feeling you up and shoving his tongue down your throat. You’d make an attempt of your own to return the favor by running your hands along his chest, however, he’d stop you just as quickly! “Nah..lemme take care of you, baby. I got this. You trust me, right?” Nodding in response, you’d stare with those sweet eyes, which caused his heart to flutter. Along with other organs…with the declaration, he’d proceed. Taking his thumbs into the sides of your dress, he’d slip each side down along with the strapless bandeau bra underneath. Slowly revealing those supple breasts to the crisp air in your apartment. Those nipples stiffened by his efforts along with the cool elements. “Fuck..” muttering underneath his breath, reveling at your beautiful body. “You like something you see?” Drumming up laughter from him. “Hell yeah…I knew they were pretty but damn..” The entire time, he didn’t stop kissing you once. Afraid that if he let go for just a moment, reality would shine through and you’d decide that you wouldn’t want him here anymore. Because this all felt like a dream..no way he was getting the chance to be with a gorgeous woman like you. But this was reality and he was going to savor every moment.

“Here…lemme—“ with a single arm coiling your back, Eren picked you up in one fell swoop and set you atop the kitchen counter. It was then that he’d part your slightly ajar legs and resume twirling your tongues around. By now, he had become fixated on your tits; brushing the pads of his thumb across your nipples before leaning down and circulating them with his mouth. It was the only time he showed less restraint as he sucked them both; lobbing each with a generous amount of saliva. “Erennnn…mmph, that feels so good.” Even down to your whimpers, he was overcome with arousal..just turned on by your every move. Perhaps it was the wine but you felt far more sensitive than usual. Just immersed in those insatiable urges. So much so, you weren’t responsible for what came from your mouth…

“Yeah? How much? Lemme see..” prompting you to spread those legs further, which you did so in a heartbeat. It didn’t take long for him to discover that you were a dripping puddle. As well as completely nude on your bottom half! “Oh shit, (y/n)….lil’ freaky ass. Ain’t even wearing panties..” teasing you as he traced a finger down your stomach. Honestly, he wasn’t mad about it one bit! And he certainly wasn’t mad about your response afterwards.. “you think I was dressed like this to get a handshake? I need some dick..” causing his eyes to lighten with sheer excitement. “..shit..I ain’t mad. Love me a girl who tells me what she wants..” He couldn’t help but to laugh because you had to have been feeling quite intoxicated to admit something of that caliber. “Well you know I aim to please, baby..I never turn down a request..”that same finger that had been toiling with the polyester material of your dress, slowly moved down between your thighs; resting idly on that mound. He could feel that pre-stirred slick damped his fingertips and he just knew he was in for a treat tonight. “…so what’s one more?” With that, and smiles curled around each of your brims, he’d continue filling your mouth with deep, passionate pecks. Drowning in your flavor and becoming drunk on you as the minutes passed. Meanwhile, those digits were starting to invade that entrance. He’d brush past your clit, invoking a shudder. That first and index finger glided in with ease and nearly made you shoot from that marble tile. “Oh fuck..”

but alas, the tender moments wouldn’t last because the second he began working those fingers around, Eren would pick back up with his teasing. “Always talking shit..hell, you prolly wouldn’t be so mean if you was getting fucked on..if you wanted me, mama. All you had to do was say so. You ain’t need to order half the damn menu at Popeyes for me to come see you..” to which you’d merely toss your head back and suck your teeth. Because for that comment, you should’ve kicked him out but he was making you feel so goddamn good! “Eren..you lucky I’m too horny right now. Otherwise, I’d pop in your shit.” But he knew he had you exactly where he wanted. In the position for him to gloat dutifully. “Nah nah..tell the truth. You got a lil’ crush on me, don’t you? I know I’m finer than a bitch and all but you must really fuck with me.” Every fiber of your being that was enjoying the moment was starting to regret ever letting his ass in! He just refused to be serious for once, even in a moment like this. But he wasn’t done quite yet, he knew exactly how to reel you back in. Pumping that first finger in and out, sloshing it around in your mixture, he’d lean forward and begin nibbling at your neck and ear; honing in to whisper something:

“I mean, just look at how wet this lil’ pussy got for me..that quick.”

which in turn, caused you to gasp when he shoved in an additional digit. It was so warm and sticky but barely giving way. Something told him you hadn’t felt the touch of another person in a long time. Especially with the way you were squirming and whimpering when he went a pace bit faster. Although he was a complete and total jackass, he knew exactly what you needed! “Shh..I know, I know..you just ain’t had nobody take care of you, that’s all…nobody telling you beautiful you are. That they’re proud of you and shit..” as his words doted on, seeping further into your brain, you’d melt even more. Becoming fully relaxed; that squeezing sensation gripped his knuckles and became even tighter. It was blatantly obvious that you had a bit of a thing for being praised. So he’d proceed to fill your head with sweet nothings and affirmations. “I know it gets hard, baby..you’re always trying your best and it feels like nobody notices. I get it. Your job not treating you right, these dudes trying to play games..but you deserve the world, baby. Deserve to be happy..” all the while, his words were more than just meaningless chatter he was spouting off. He was trying to uplift you beyond the physical aspect. He wanted you to feel invincible when he was done. At the moment, he was working you over, getting you all loosened and prepped for the main course. Alternating between your lips, neck and nipples in rotation to keep you stimulated. It would all prove to be so over whelming that tears would start welling in your eyes from all the pleasure. “Oh, Eren…” Trickling when he’d increase his speed once more and start finger fucking that tight cunt. The grip was so insane, he feared he wouldn’t last one round in it. Moreso, he didn’t have any protection. He didn’t even think about it..hell, it wasn’t as if he were randomly hooking up with all of his DoorDash clients, despite popular belief. That wasn’t to say that he hadn’t had his fair share of the ladies but they were all planned encounters. Meaning he had time to come prepared. Now, it was too late to turn back. But he could rest assured that you were fine with it.

“So lemme have you..right here. I’ll make all that stress go away. That’s what you want, right? Forget about him and all them others?” “Y-yeah! Oh please..”

practically begging with your eyes filled to the brim with tears and your face buried into the crook of his neck as you thrashed around on his fingers. They’d move concurrently; in unison to bring you to your climatic high. Licking his lips and panting, he’d gently push your shoulder blade so that you could watch the magic for yourself. On his signal, he wanted you to let it all out. Stress, anger, tension, doubt..all coiled into this orgasm. And when his digits came to a halt after rapidly moving, he’d pull them out and you would not disappoint!

“So let it out then…give me that shit.”

and it was at that moment, your view turned from his handsome face to complete blackness, feeling as if you were going to faint on impact. Imaginary stars fluttered in your view and your breath would catch in your throat before you’d release an earth shattering scream. “OH FUCK! FUCK ME..” but that wasn’t all that came with your climatic high…once you resumed consciousness, quivering and trembling, you’d feel a very warm sensation underneath you and that’s when you realized what had occurred. “Shit! I’m so sorry…” Not only had you come your brains out but you had squirted everywhere, including all over him. That was most certainly a first! For the both of you in fact…examining his white t-shirt, Eren would begin to laugh, completely amazed at how hard you had come for him. And you were in awe of how he was able to so delicately work his fingers inside of you and produce such a result. Perhaps, he was what you needed all along.

“Don’t be sorry, baby…that shit was so sexy.” Still in shock himself, he’d grasp the back of your neck and pull you towards him for yet another sloppy kiss. “C’mere…” the two of you would haphazardly smooch and peck all over one another, moaning and whimpering each other’s names. It couldn’t be helped. But that wasn’t all that was in store for you tonight. When he had a job, he always delivered and not just in the literal sense..what would this be if he didn’t give you the entire thing. “You said you need some dick, didn’t you?..” asking the rhetorical question as he tugged gown his dark grey joggers; along with the Polo waist and underneath. Once he did, he’d reveal a very erect cock; standing firmly at attention and seeping precum from the tip’s slit. He couldn’t take another second of this foreplay himself and he was all but certain you were growing anxious. So with a firm grip on your leg, he’d hoist it to his shoulder and spread your thighs to their max. It was then that you’d feel that tip prodding your stimulated folds and clit. “So show me you can take it then..” You would’ve went flying if he hadn’t been holding you in place. With determination and pure lust filling him, Eren didn’t waste another second before stuffing you full..(y/n) would all but scratch at his forearm for comfort. You’d both release heavy sighs simultaneously because each sensation garnered the reaction. His big, girthy length swollen inside of you and that tight, juicy cunt clamping down on him nearly made him collapse to his knees. But alas, he’d pull it together and maintain that dominant bravado. Forcing your head straight and your gaze directly on his own, Eren thrashed that dick into the depth of your center..leading with precise yet deep strokes. He had to go slow if he didn’t want to bust in less than a minute. It was something about you that had him ready to risk it all..the way you squeezed him, the way that body was so responsive and the way it was already creaming on his shaft..it was some pressure. None like he’d ever encountered.

however, he wasn’t the only one feeling the effects. You were becoming unraveled by the second! Tears running all down your cheeks, your legs shaking uncontrollably and your words even becoming jumbled. “I-fuck..Eren..baby, can’t—“ those rhythmic thrusts only making you feel that much more euphoric. He’d put it in so fast, it hadn’t even dawned on you just how fucking big he was! You’d glance down momentarily to see him going in and out.. “I know, I know..you just needed somebody to come stretch this pussy out, didn’t you? She’s so fucking tight, baby..I’m barely even in and look at the mess..shit..”

he was unable to feign off his own urges and pathetic whimpers at this point. He was equally as sensitive and didn’t know how much longer he’d be able to last. So rather than releasing like this; buried and nestled in that warm womb, he’d speed up and stroke your bud in the process. Keeping direct eye contact…the entire time, he’d talk you through your second orgasm. Giving you encouragement and telling how pretty you looked when you came for him not too long ago. He’d spoil you with adoration and more gentle pecks. Something you couldn’t get enough of. He’d caress your sides and squeeze the parts that he’d heard you complaining about before. Telling you how sexy it looked..it certainly didn’t help to quell your rapid quick orgasms and extra sensitivity. You couldn’t hold back even if you tried. And he couldn’t lie, he’d was getting close. So he’d offer a solution..

“Together, with me..hold my hands, mama..just like that.” With your beautiful gaze shining up at him, he’d intertwine both of your hands and begin pounding your core. In and out with rapid strokes, even as you cried out his name and sobbed from the overstimulating feeling. You’d beg and ask if it were okay.. “can I come? Please!..let me come.”. And there wasn’t a chance in hell, he could say no..because he’d following in your footsteps soon enough. “Yes, baby. Of course..let it out. Come all over that dick, baby. Yeeeess. Good girl..” Cooing to you in a gentle tone as that powerful orgasm came barreling out. Giving one final squeeze, the force of your juices pushed him out along the way. Those high pitched wails of his quickly turned to loud, deep grunts as he finally reached his own peak. “Oh fuck, fuck!—coming!—“Plastering your unsheathed tummy with a huge load of silky cream. The warm nut smeared over your beautiful skin. He couldn’t ask for a better sight. Luckily, he pulled out just in time! You’d both take a minute to examine the aftermath, amazed that what had began as an emotional pity fest turned into insane fucking like this. And he was the one responsible. Of course, he couldn’t get away without stealing one more kiss..this time, he’d didn’t let up for a full minute..but once he did, you’d both find yourself giggling in the woes of afterglow.

“How was that? You feel better?…glad you didn’t go out with (date’s name)?”

“Who was that again?”

obviously not thinking of him or anyone else after that intense session. You honestly didn’t want him to leave but you had to let him know that you appreciated him. Not just for tonight but for all the times that he’d made an attempt to cheer you up and used his humor to try and help you. It wasn’t in vain. “..thank you, Eren. So much. You have no idea how much I needed this. You’re amazing.” Which immediately made the brunette blush in embarrassment. “Aw, well the pleasure is all mine, baby. We’ll consider that my tip..and then sum’.” grasping your fingers into a light clutch, he’d place a kiss atop your knuckles. “I just hope you know I meant every word of what I said..and anytime you need to be reminded..I got you.”

it was truly comforting to know that he felt that way and now, you had begun to see him in a much better light. Suddenly, your little love fest was interrupted by the loud eruption of thunder! It seemed that the storm outside was raging on with no chance of letting up in the foreseeable future. But he wasn’t mad about it…and neither were you because you’d propose a question he’d often dreamed about. “Well, since you’re here. No need to go out in the rain tonight, is it?…unless there’s somewhere else you have to be..wanna stay here?” And of course, with bells on…he’d accept..

“I thought you’d never ask. I’d be glad to..thank you.”

pecking your forehead as he scooped you from the counter. You were certain you could rummage through your things and find some clothing for him, seeing as how you lounged in men’s sweats and pullovers all the time. You were certain he’d need it after being soaked in the rain and your juices! A warm shower would hit quite nice right now..

“Besides, I think I might need a lil’ more of that. You’re not half bad..” obviously downplaying the fact that he had just sent you to another dimension. He didn’t mind though because he was happy to supply you with whatever you wanted from now on.

but of course, he had to take one final jab and poke fun at you!

“I see somebody’s being greedy, but that’s nothing new. I’m used to it. By the way, I borrowed some of your rice on the way over here..hope you wasn’t gone eat that.”

“And I see you’re still a tacky jackass but I’m used to it.”

the more things changed, they always remained the same!

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Vedic Astrology Observation (based on shows/films part 4)

I'm watching the series Archer and I guessed three main nakshatra archetypes correct! This includes Uttarabhadrapada, which is so potent in the two of the most prominent female characters in the main character's life.

First of all, this series is about espionage. So immediately, I know there are moon nakshatras. The main character, Sterling Archer, embodies lunar qualities: being a secret agent, going undercover, using disguises/aliases, trickery etc. etc.

Another hint that supported my theory of the character being lunar is how the fandom literally compare his character design to Henry Cavill who is a Shravana Moon.

As Henry Cavill is also famous for being in the espionage, spy film The Man From U.N.C.L.E.

Another hint is Archer being a huge fanboy for Burt Reynolds who he inspires after or quotes during his epic, spy missions. And Burt Reynolds is a Hasta Moon, Rohini Ascendant.

Burt Reynolds even guest starred in an episode as himself and we see our main character fanboying throughout.

Burt Reynolds is famous for his spy film Operation CIA in which he plays a CIA agent who is undercover as a university professor.

The character Sterling Archer has to be voiced by a moon nakshatra native, right?

Finally, I went out to find the voice actor and calculated his vedic chart. Thank goodness the guy has his birthtime available; and accurate, at that. And I guessed right!!! 😭👇🏼

Just like Henry Cavill, also Shravana, who was a highly voted candidate in the fandom to play the live-action version.

But, in the very beginning of watching this series, the character Sterling immediately struck me as a Sun nakshatra native. His inability to commit to a relationship or anything; having zero devotion to anything.

He improvises everything; not much of a planner which makes him come off more carefree. He is missing this cold, lunar quality to him of being a strategist or even just being highly intelligent. I've always believed that Sun men are quite... bimbos, to say the least. Claire Nakti explored this in her Sun dominant men video more articulately and respectfully; and Archer embodies this energy too.

So, in the beginning episodes of the series, I believed he was mainly Sun dominant before witnessing other aspects of the character expanding.

I also noticed that he is emotionally volatile and loud and extremely comedic, which is not really Solar or Lunar, but Rahuvian. And guess what? The voice actor is an Ardra Moon, which makes a lot of sense.

But, I was right, again, to assume him being a Sun nakshatra. Because the voice actor also has Krittika Sun. Ha!

The reason why his Sun nakshatra was more blatantly obvious in the beginning for me was because of his relationship with his ex girlfriend, Lana!

Lana, whose character design is quite literally inspired by Rihanna's physique.

Rihanna, who I personally believe is an Uttarabhadrapada Ascendant, as her birthtime is rated C (unlikely to be accurate). And even if you don't think she's Uttarabhadrapada, fine, but the character Lana is.

She is the Saturn nakshatra archetype.

She's very kickass, warrior-like and has a masculine edge— which are the type of characters usually played by Saturnians/Uttarabhadrapadas.

I immediately noticed with how she butts heads with Archer. Uttarabhadrapada is a nakshatra in which its women are known for emasculating other male archetypes/even going head to head with men ruled by fiery-hot planets such as the Sun. Their chemistry in the series is the epitome of the Saturn woman x Sun man pairing.

Sun and Saturn are literally mortal enemies.

But people with this planetary rulership tend to be intrigued by each other. It seems to be very similar to having an intense square synastry with someone, in my opinion, which might add sexual/romantic tension more often than not.

Archer's mother is another important female figure in his life who is also Uttarabhadrapada.

She's a hardened woman who is in charge of a spy agency, a masculine job, and she acts or looks very similar to characters such as 1996's Cruella Deville or Miranda Priestly (both also played by Saturn nakshatras; both characters' hair are pale white).

Malory Archer quite literally ruined her son's life since he was born; always emasculating him even in his adult life. She's had a very cold, (Saturn) oppressive nature towards him since he was young. Saturn nakshatras are either known to humiliate its natives, or natives under this nakshatra lord will further humiliate/abuse others into their cold grip.

A trope I've seen often with this nakshatra, which makes sense if you think of them being the literal ice dragon.

I immediately noticed that she is Uttarabhadrapada not just from her masculine, commanding role in the series— but from the outfits she wears in every episode. She's always wearing cold colours, especially powder blue.

Uttarabhadrapada characters almost always have something significant that is coloured blue, which you'll always associate with the character; as Claire Nakti brilliantly pointed out in her Uttarabhadrapada video. And that's how I knew.

And her relationship with Lana, who is also very Uttarabhadrapada coded, is interesting. The same way Sun men tend to respect each other and always find each other from across the room, Saturn women always have a quiet air of respect for each other's strength.

The first time Malory met Lana, she pointed a gun to her head and Lana stubbornly stood her ground. It was like Malory immediately recognized herself in Lana. She was so impressed by her that she hired her to work at her agency as a top spy, just like that.

I was so certain that they were Uttarabhadrapadas and finally had the courage to check their charts AND I WAS RIGHT! Both voice actors are Uttarabhadrapadas!!

Their dynamic features this very Ascendant-Moon synastry — I definitely couldn't have guessed that one. This synastry quite literally demonstrates seeing yourself (Moon) in someone else (the Ascendent person). I've been very into studying synastries lately and it's always interesting how it plays out.

Anyway, now it makes sense why Sterling has a connection with Lana. Even though Lana isn't half as worse as Malory, I've always noticed their similarities. Like Lana, Malory used to be a kickass, spy lady before Sterling was born. They both have very sharp, stern personalities and are frequently annoyed by Sterling's existence. And in Sterling's case, it is true that you'll subconsciously seek out traits in a partner that are similar to your parent's.

Also, Sterling's unhealthy relationship with women & sex (unsuccessfully) fills up the empty hole inside of him that was supposed to be nourished by his mother's love as a child. This makes him fearful of intimacy and closeness, which is common with Sun nakshatra natives.

Malory's neglect is still a running gag in the series — she's emotionally hardened which is a prominent theme for Uttarabhadrapada (especially for the female natives). Being the middle nakshatra in the Pisces segment, it truly is the only Pisces that can struggle with intimacy, vulnerability or melancholic fluff. Which makes sense as Saturn is there. Luckily in Revati, there is more freedom and unrestrained expansion. There is a reason why Venus exalts in 27° of Pisces, where Revati lies. Revati is everything love and philosophical. Uttarabhadrapada isn't always comfortable expressing sentimentality, as they tend to be very self-restraint or outwardly hardened.

Anyway. I'm not done with the characters. I'll make a part 2 once I have the energy.

Ugh I'm sooo good at guessing nakshatras! LMAOO 😭

Especially moon nakshatras. I'm still so intrigued by moon men.

[wheeboo]

a night to remember | joshua hong

SYNOPSIS. in which a handsome stranger at the bar catches your attention. PAIRING. joshua hong x gn!reader (ft. twice's jihyo since she was the first person to pop up in my head) GENRE. fluff, suggestive, 1920s-ish au, one-night stand au, strangers to ?? WARNINGS. implied sexual content (no actual smut), mentions of cigarettes (reader+jihyo smokes cuz it was socially acceptable at the time) and alcohol, drinking, kissing WORD COUNT. 2.9k

notes: this is obviously based off this masterpiece of a song "a night to remember" by beabadoobee and laufey which i could never do justice but i hope you enjoy! i also impulsively wrote this whole thing btwn the hours of 12-3am so its pretty rushed oops 😭

The dim glow of the flickering marquee lights of the bar spill onto the rain-soaked streets outside, beckoning every passerby to enter into the hazy world of cigarette smoke and clinking glasses. Each swinging of the door releases a burst of warm, smoky air into the cool, drenched night. The air buzzes with the lively chatter of other people, mingling in with the sultry notes of the saxophone and the sweet melodies of the piano drifting through the heavy atmosphere of the bar.

Sat on a worn-out barstool, you bring a cigarette up to your lips and inhale deeply as your eyes flutter to a close, the smoke from the tip suspending in the air and mixing with the potent scent of whiskey also filling your lungs.

"Must you always sit like a boring bystander? Come on, we're here to have fun!" Jihyo stumbles her way right next to you, her sequined dress glistening under the lights like a kaleidoscope.

You only respond to her with a playful roll of your eyes. And with a wry smile, Jihyo plucks the cigarette from your fingers, taking a theatrical, languid drag of her own before flicking the ashes into an already well-worn tray.

You scoff lightly, taking out a fresh cigar. "Well, you already took me here without much of a choice."

Jihyo raises an eyebrow, her grin unwavering. "Afraid of a little fun?"

"Not afraid," You reply with a smirk, swiftly igniting the cigar and leaning back against the bar behind you. "Just comfortable observing the fun itself."

"If you're just going to sit there and look pretty, you might as well have someone to look pretty for, honey," Jihyo teases, her eyes momentarily scanning across the room.

A puff of smoke escapes your lips as you retort, "Easy for you to say."

"Life's too short to be a wallflower, Y/N!" Jihyo exclaims dramatically.

"The excitement will come when it wants to, not when I force it, honey," You reply cryptically.

Jihyo drinks the rest of the bourbon from your glass before taking one last, begging glance in your direction. When you don't seem to want to budge, she shoots you a faint, pert grin before turning away towards the dance floor, each step she takes accentuating the dramatic shake of her hips. You can't help but let out a low chuckle.

The bar was not usually a place where you found yourself willingly. Usually, you'd take the comfortable bubble of your place over the haughty energy of this any day. But tonight, for some reason, the familiar discomfort feels strangely comforting; and plus𑁋much to Jihyo's preference of unwinding𑁋you didn't have much of a choice either way.

From the side, you have the opportunity to simply watch. For example, there's a couple lost in each other's gaze sitting a few tables away from you. Maybe today is their first date, maybe they're rekindling a flame that has flickered in the past, or maybe they've been together for years, and this is their escape from the routines of life.

Then, down at the centre of the bar and close to the small stage at the front where a beautiful young woman stood with a microphone in front of her, there's a group of young friends sharing laughter of their own that gets lost in the music. It reaches your ears almost perfectly the more you focus on them, and it makes you smile to yourself𑁋you like seeing other people happy.

You turn yourself around on the barstool, facing the array of alcohol bottles that are all perfectly lined up together on the shelves. You cup your empty glass in your hands, swaying it lightly as the sounds of the ice clinking against the sides echo softly. The bartender who was perhaps metres away seems to notice your empty glass and gives you a nod, silently asking if you'd like a refill.

You raise your glass in acknowledgment. The bartender approaches up to you and reaches for a bottle with practiced ease, the amber liquid flowing smoothly into your glass once more.

But just as you were about to bring the cup to your lips, the sound of the door creaking open catches your attention. A new figure steps into the bar, their silhouette momentarily framed by the rain-soaked glow from outside, and you notice it's a man. A black fedora sits on his head, hiding away any view you could possibly have of his face, and he wore an elegant black suit with a bow tie that seems to glisten with a subtle sheen against the lighting of the bar.

It wasn't until he takes off his fedora that you realise you just can't seem to stop staring at him, even with all the people brushing past him like he doesn't exist and the hectic activity of the bar. His blonde hair is perfectly styled and coiffed, his features gentle yet carrying an air of both mystery and familiarity. It's almost as if you've seen him before, but nothing particular in your mind rings a bell. Perhaps while walking down the street, across the quiet room of the city's library, or something as ridiculous as your past life, his face might have crossed your path at some point.

You watch the way he scans the room, appearing a bit lost but also intrigued, as if he's searching for something or someone.

And when he eventually lets his eyes sweep across the room and to the bar, his eyes lock onto yours like a snap, and it's enough to send a subtle shiver down your spine. The air seems to thicken for a moment, and you couldn't tell if it was the hint of alcohol in your system that's playing with your vision or something else. His lips play into a slight smile as his eyes hold yours, and he puts his fedora back on, before you lose track of him in the crowd in a sudden blink.

You find yourself briefly dazed, spinning around to face the bar once more. You're quick to grab onto your glass once more, seeing the way your reflection sways in the amber liquid as you take a moment to collect yourself. All it took was one look to have your head spinning and your heart racing with a man you probably would never see again.

"What can I get for you?" the voice of the bartender catches your attention.

You glance up to answer. "Oh, I don't need𑁋"

"Just two waters, please."

At the corner of your eye, a black fedora sets itself down on the counter next to you. You turn, and there he is𑁋the man from earlier, standing with a confident yet intriguing demeanour. The bartender nods and gets to work, pouring two glasses of water.

The man turns to you, eyes dark like the night itself. "Mind if I join you?" he asks, a subtle tilt to his lips. His voice is smooth like a well-played jazz tune.

You're taken aback for a moment. The bartender places two glasses of water on the bar in front of you, and you nod, almost hesitantly. The man sidles into the seat beside you, his fingers subtly brushing the tips of yours as he secures himself comfortably on the barstool, and it sends a jolt through your body, a sensation that lingers longer than it should. You catch a whiff of his cologne, both intoxicating and familiar, as it intertwines with the lingering scents of tobacco and whiskey.

"Thank you," he says, eyes never leaving yours as he lifts the glass of water to his lips. "The water is for you, by the way."

You chuckle shyly as you tap your fingers against the cold glass of water, feeling a flush rise to your cheeks. "Water? In a place like this?"

He smirks at this, a sight both amusing and enticing. "Well, we don't want to do anything regrettable, right?"

His words seem to crawl under your skin, and it's enough to convince you. You take a sip of the water, the cool liquid a stark comparison to the warmth spreading through all the corners of your body, and you suddenly feel more awake than ever. He also takes another sip of his own water, his eyes following your every move as you nearly down the entire glass. The way he looks at you𑁋with that dark, piercing stare that heavily clashes with the soft features of his handsome face𑁋makes your heart pound in your chest.

Around you, the bar has seemingly grown quiet, the only sound the soft music playing in the background. You can feel the heat of his gaze on your skin, and it's taking everything in you not to choke.

He breaks the silence with a charming smile, eyes now softened. "I'm assuming you don't come here often, do you?"

You meet his gaze with a coy smile, the corners of your mouth lifting. "You're quite the detective, aren't you?" There's a satisfied look to his face, and you clasp your hands together. "but to answer your question𑁋no, not exactly. How about you?"

"Ah, I had just moved here recently, actually," he reveals, which still doesn't seem to help the fact that you swear you've seen him before. It still draws you in, of course, and you can't help but wonder more about the mystery surrounding him𑁋both the one in his eyes and the one lingering in the air. The dim light of the bar casts a subtle glow on his features, and you find yourself captivated by the play of shadows and highlights dancing on his face.

"Welcome to the city then," You say it like a grand gesture. "It could be quite daunting at times, but you'll get used to it."

His gaze doesn't waver, and there's a quiet intensity in the way he studies you. "Perhaps I could get used to it faster if I had the right company."

Your heart skips a beat at his words, and you're suddenly acutely aware of the proximity between you two. The bar, the jazz music, the muted conversations around you𑁋all fade into the background as if the world has momentarily narrowed down to the space between your barstools.

"Smooth," You reply, a half-smile playing on your lips. "Is that your usual approach?"

He chuckles. "Only in certain situations."

A sly grin forms on your face. "And is this one of those situations?"

He tilts his head slightly as if in thought. "If you want it to be, of course."

All you could do is let out a soft laugh𑁋a laugh that blends with the faint jazz music playing in the background, a laughter that indeed signals the beginning of an unpredictable night.

"To new beginnings?" You raise your nearly-empty glass of water up to him.

He raises his glass in response, and the crystal-clear water catches the ambient lighting above, creating a small, sparkling spectacle on the surface of the bar counter.

"To new beginnings," he echoes.

The next minutes fly by in a breeze. Usually, letting people into your little bubble only causes for you to raise your guard up a bit more. You certainly didn't expect an utter stranger to intrigue you this much, just like a moth to a flame, especially in a place you never frequented to attend. You don't even mind the way his hand somehow found its rightful place on top of yours as you simply talked, or the way a glass of water can make you feel more alive than the strongest drink in the entire bar. And instinctively, your eyes would focus on the way his lips move he as he spoke, just barely catching all the words leaving his mouth.

When the music shifts to a more intimate tone, he looks into your eyes, a subtle invitation lingering in the air.

"Care to share a dance?" he asks, and the simple invitation is enough to course that warmth of anticipation through you once more.

The decision lingers in the air and his hand is extended towards you, a heartbeat away from being made.

And without a word, you slide off the barstool, your hand finding its place in his. He locks his grip on yours, and drags you in the direction of the small dance floor, the pungent smells of cigarette smoke and aged whiskey lingering as you weave through the crowd together.

When he suddenly pulls you closer to him, the scent of his cologne envelops you. His hand rests securely on the small of your back, guiding you with a subtle yet confident touch, the warmth of his fingers seeping through the fabric of your outfit. It sends a thrill through your body that heightens every single one of your senses.

As the music reaches its spirited crescendo, he spins you gently, the movement endearingly awkward, but you both don't care. When he brings you back into his arms, you're suddenly close to him way more than before, enough for his lips to be so close to yours that you can feel his warm breath against your skin.

The song slowly approaches its end, but he doesn't let you go. Yet just as the distance between your lips disappears, he stops. A teasing grin plays on his face, and he pulls away slightly, though your gaze doesn't intend to move away from his mouth.

"You're one of those," You remark airily.

He spins you around again, letting his fingers dance on the skin of your back. "Guilty as charged."

As the song draws to a close, he dips you in a move that feels straight out of a film. Your heart races, and when he pulls you back up, his lips are dangerously close to yours again. But this time, he doesn't hold back, and the kiss is a slow burn, gentle yet intensely passionate. One of his hands come to delicately cup your face, and the other brings you flush against him.

When the kiss breaks, he smiles, a genuine and warm expression that makes your heart flutter.

"Tell me your name," he whispers, breath caressing your cheek.

You meet his gaze, a playful glint in your eyes. "Maybe we’re more similar than you believe."

This only makes him lean in once again.

"Let's keep it that way, then," he suggests, grinning against your ear as if sharing a secret meant for only you. "Care to get out of here?"

It doesn't anything more than that for you to agree with a smile. Without uttering a word, you nod, your hand still entwined with his as you allow him to guide you through the dissipating crowd towards the exit of the bar. He ushers you outside, and the cool droplets that linger on the city's surfaces glisten under the streetlights.

The lively jazz bars highlight at the heart of the city within the late hours of the night, and his place isn't much farther than you anticipated thankfully.

It all happens so fleetingly𑁋one moment you're outside the door to his place, and another you're within the comfort of his bedroom, kissing him so feverishly with your fumbling hands on the buttons of his suit until you both fall on the bed, that the world outside seems to vanish. And when his hand makes contact with your skin for the first time, you could only gasp.

This is a night you will remember, and you'll make sure of it.

You dress yourself back in your clothes in the hushed morning. A comfortable silence lingers in the room, punctuated only by the distant sounds of the waking city. The rain outside has completed ceased away, bathing the bedroom in a soft glow of dawn.

The events of the night replay in your mind like a reel of a film𑁋the moment your eyes first met, the touches of his hands against yours, the kiss you shared on the door floor, and the whispers of sweet nothings to your ear right underneath the sheets you sat atop.

"Leaving so soon?" he asks from behind, the huskiness of his voice making you pause.

You can sense the unspoken words hanging in the air𑁋the silent acknowledgment that this is a chapter that closes as the sun rises.

"Unfortunately, I must," You reply with a wistful smile, reaching for your shoes. "Real life calls."

He sits up on his bed, the sheets pooling around his waist, and you can't help but admire the way the morning light dances on the bareness of his body, his disheveled hair, and the remnants of the night before etched into his beautiful skin. There’s a subtle tension that crackles in the air, and he clears his throat.

"Will I… see you again?"

You turn to face him, the playfulness in your eyes replaced by a hint of contemplation. The smile still doesn’t fade away from your lips.

"Who knows? Life is full of surprises, after all."

He watches you for some time as you fully dress yourself, a gaze struggling between the line of intimacy and distance, letting his eyes soak in your figure.

"Do you regret it at all?"

A pause, like a second and an eternity rolled into one. The room holds a quiet acknowledgment, a shared understanding that some moments are meant to be lived fully, without dwelling on what comes after, while others are meant to come and go like a shooting star. You aren’t entirely sure which this falls under.

"No," You answer simply, before setting your feet on the floor and standing up. "Not at all."

Another round of silence follows as you gather the rest of your belongings, trying to ignore the bittersweet ache in your chest threatening to cut you open. You feel his gaze lingering on you as you move about the room, still feeling those embers of the night before dancing upon your skin, as if they're fighting their way to linger a little longer, to save every last trace of the moments you shared.

"Joshua," he states as if in response to the unspoken question hanging in the air. "Joshua Hong."

His name escapes his lips like a secret, and you savour the sound of it, committing it to memory, committing him to memory. You ponder the thought of what it would be like to have your name said at the tip of his tongue in some other distant, intimate moment.

"Y/N," You whisper your name in return, the final piece of the exchange. "Y/N L/N."

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[queenuchiha89]

ohhh yes def need a part 4 with itachi and preg lil sister 🥺 maybe she hungrily gives him a very needy, messy blowjob, which turn him on so much he face fucks her before creampieing her sweet needy pussy 🥺👉🏽👈🏽 her belly ain’t that noticeable rn but it’s becoming rounder by the day and itachi wans more n more to breed her even tho she’s already pregnant? maybe sasuke starts using her creampied panties to jerk off? 😭plus bonus if sasuke know of sisters pregnancy? sorryyy i just having brainrot of this

The Uchiha brain rot be REAL! which is why my blog exists. 🤣 Totally love it! Ate and left no crumbs! Without further delay, I give you...

Part 4...

*** NSFW ***

*** 18+ MINORS DNI!! ***

*** TW. DARK CONTENT ***

*** TW. DARK CONTENT ***

⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ the following story contains but is not limited to incest, voyeurism, dubcon, strong language, and other topics that some readers could potentially find offensive. Viewer discretion is STRONGLY advised!

Y/N looked at herself in the full length mirror in her bedroom, observing her body as it had began to change. She was beginning to show a little pudgy pouch just below her belly button, and her breasts were so sore and swollen. She ran her hand along the tiny bump in her lower belly, knowing full well that it was her older brother Itachi who was responsible. Something about this turned her on in the most disgusting way, but she couldn't resist her own thoughts. Somehow the taboo nature of the situation made it all the more erotic to her in her hormonal state. Y/N sighed and decided if she had to be her big brother's little fuck toy, why shouldn't he have to suffer too??

After changing into something thin and skimpy, she made her way down the hall to her big brother's room, knocking softly before entering. "Itachi... I was wondering if you could help me with something..." Y/N said leaning against the door frame. Itachi looked up "of cou-" Itachi's words fell away as he saw his sweet little sister standing there wearing nothing more than a thin white top, and a pair of black cotton booty shorts. "something wrong Itachi??" She replies and she closes his door behind him, and slowly walking over to the bed and sitting down next to him. Itachi looked her over, God she looked delightful. He cleared his throat "so what was it you needed hel-" before he could finish his question, Y/N pressed her lips against his, taking him off guard. He moaned into her kiss, savoring her sudden shift in attitude towards the whole endeavor. She breaks their kiss, looking deep into his big black eyes, and without warning, pushed him down onto the bed.

With a hungry Itachi had never seen from her before, Y/N pulled off his pants, his already stiff cock springing out and hitting her in the chin. She wasted no time, and greedily took every inch of his thick cock into her mouth. Itachi's head tilted back and a soft moan escaped his lips as the head of his cock hit the back of her throat. Drool coated his cock and balls as he watches his sweet litter sister choke and gag on his cock like a dirty little slut. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her off his cock, gasping as she caught her breath. "All I can think about is knocking you up again. Filling up your sweet little pussy with my potent Uchiha seed. You're going to take this cock. Right. Now." He growled as he was swiftly on his feet and pulling her up off the bed.

Itachi forced Y/N's face down onto the bed, holding her head there as he pushed his aching cock deep inside her pregnant pussy, and she moaned in delight. "Fuck little sis, you're so much tighter now that you're pregnant with your big brother's baby..." He moaned thrusting deep inside her wet cunt, their moans and the wet slapping sounds of flesh on flesh filling the room and echoing off the walls. She couldn't take anymore and her body shivered as her pleasure was reaching its max. "itachi i-i can't take anymore! I-im gonna... Fuck!!" Y/N cried out as her walls gripped and pulled around Itachi's cock, milking every drop of his cum out of him. They both tremble against each other as they come down from their orgasms, and reveling in the afterglow of it all. "Next time sis... Just tell me you're hungry for big brother's cock... I'll feed it to you..." Itachi teased making her giggle slightly. She gets dressed and kisses Itachi before leaving the room. On the way to her's, she passes by Sasuke, his cheeks red and flushed. "Hey Sasuke..." She say as she enters her room, shutting the door behind her. Little did she know that Sasuke was struggling to hide his rock hard cock after listening to their encounter in Itachi's room. He quickly entered his room, shutting the door behind him. He quickly heads over to his bed taking a pair of stolen panties from the day before, his sister's juices still coating the crotch... And his older brother's cum. "Ugh... I have to say something but this... But...." Sasuke's hand disappeared inside his shorts. He would worry about that tomorrow....

To Be Continued...

A.N: I've been out of it y'all but trust me I haven't forgotten about you! That being said, my bad on the spelling and/or grammar errors, I will edit when I can. Enjoy! 🥰🥰🥰

[builtbybrokenbells]

5/18 with Sam?

Prompt list here

Also I already wrote #5 with Sammy, I’ll give you the link here 💞

Person A noticing person B is cold and giving them their coat.

w/c: 3.3k

pairing: sam x reader

warnings: drinking, one very brief joke about sex, fluff 🫶🏻

thank you for requesting and I’m sorry it took so long! I hope you like it!! (also i got a tad carried away and it turned out a little longer than expected… so apologies for that, too 😭)

Early fall was not the time of year you would expect to get a chill, especially just after dusk on a particularly sunny day. Perhaps you could accredit it to your body being familiar with the warm summer nights, now shocked at the sudden cool air that seemed to appear out of nowhere. Maybe it was because you were tired, and the drink you were sipping on wasn’t helping the drowsiness, nor your body’s ability to maintain its body heat. You decided trying your luck near the bonfire was the best option, thinking the blazing flame would warm your cold hands, if nothing else. When you tumbled towards your group of friends who were gathered around on lawn chairs, you were immediately greeted by smiling faces and words of welcome.

Josh loved company, and that was obvious. It seemed like every weekend he tried to gather as many friends as he could, even just for a few hours. You never complained, always finding yourself at the top of the invitation list, and never failing to have a good time. His house was like a second home to you, and you were always happy to be there. This get-together seemed different, though. Maybe it was the lull of the season, the green leaves beginning to creep into oranges and yellows. The summer sun was now a distant memory, as was the fun that went along with it. But the most looming threat of the fall was not the coming winter, the warm air turning crisp, nor the loss of beach days and park picnics; it was the fact that the boys would be touring again, gone for weeks at a time, and stuck in time zones with hours in the difference. You were lucky to have them around for as long as you already had, but your luck was running out. The ache of loneliness had already begun to creep in and they hadn’t even made their departure yet.

Being best friends with the four boys was incredible, and they were everything you could have hoped for and beyond. You never felt out of place, or unwelcome. They cared deeply about you, and in your opinion, they were the best company in the world. It was like winning the friendship lottery, but everything has a downfall eventually, and in truth, theirs was nothing extreme. The long periods spent away from home was the hardest, and only downfall of being their friend. Well, that, and being in love with Sam, but that wasn’t particularly a fault on their part. Missing them was difficult in the beginning, but now that Sam held an extra special place in your heart, it was excruciating.

You almost didn’t notice the sound of your chattering teeth over the roar of your own thoughts. You were so caught up in missing them that you seemed to be forgetting how to enjoy them while they were still around. “Here, this will warm you up.” Jake said, handing a bottle your way. You reached for it, catching his eye as he gave you a sly smile.

“Warm me up, or knock me out?” Your eyes drifted over the label, noticing the bold letters announcing the potent alcohol content.

“Depends how much you drink.” You both let out a chuckle as you popped out the cork from the bottle, taking a long sip. He was correct in saying it would warm you up; the burn from the alcohol lingered from your throat all the way down to your stomach, where it settled in an angry fashion. You took a long breath, working through the unpleasant feeling while Jake continued to laugh at your grim expression. “How was that?”

“Lovely,” you shuddered, fighting back a gag at the thought. “What are you celebrating?” He gave you a quizzical look. “A bottle this expensive should be used to celebrate something, or it just seems like you’re showing off.” He nodded, agreeing with your statement. The tinge of red on his cheeks and heavy eyelids let you know he was more than tipsy, even if he refused to admit it.

“Ah, well, if I had to pick, I would probably say… life, love, happiness, and… sex.” He listed. “I’m celebrating all of it, the joys of being alive.”

“That’s a big itinerary, Jacob. Planning to fit all of that in tonight?”

“Not just tonight, sweetheart.” He shook his head, shutting your statement down. “Every night.”

“I like the way you think,” you laughed, handing him the whiskey. “Are we all celebrating, or is this just a Jake thing?”

“You can celebrate with me anytime.” He sent a wink in your direction, causing you to reach over and give him a playful shove. “Worth a shot.” He shrugged.

“You say that every time.”

“Cause it’s true,” he defended himself, leaning back in his chair. “Wouldn’t want to step on any toes, though.” He smirked, eyes landing on someone across the blazing fire. You furrowed your eyebrows, unsure of what his comment meant. You followed his eyes, your gaze settling on Sam, who was looking at his brother with a sour expression. Your heart sped, unsure if Jake was serious, or if you were just hoping that his words meant what you wanted to hear.

“Uh, what?” You let out a nervous chuckle, almost afraid to pry.

“Oh, come on.” He scoffed, looking back over at you. When he noticed the shock on your features, he cut himself off, eyes widening slightly. “I just… nevermind, I’m drunk, y/n. Don’t mind me.” He brushed it off, hoping you wouldn’t push the point. Lucky for him, you didn’t have the courage to do so, anyway. Even if he did want to tell you Sam liked you, you didn’t want to risk the crushing disappointment if it weren’t true.

“Never do, Jacob.” You said, trying not to let your feelings get in the way of the conversation. “Hand that bottle back over.” A smile lit up his face at your words, but he did so without a hint of hesitation.

The night dwindled into early hours of the morning. The air grew colder as the flames settled into embers. Your eyes were burning with exhaustion and irritated with the smoke fizzling from the coal. You and Jake had engaged in the bottle of whiskey perhaps a little too much for your own good. He was practically sleeping in the chair, a cigar between his fingers that had burnt out long ago from the lack of attention. You looked around, noticing that you two were not the only ones affected by the lull of the night and bested by the alcohol. Most of the crowd has dissipated, some going home and others returning inside for some shut-eye. You knew Jake was close to it, too, but you were dreading his departure, knowing that once the morning came, it was one less day to spend with your best friends.

When a choked snore erupted from him, you’d thought it was best to get him inside so he could sleep in a real bed. Luckily for you, it seemed like Josh and Danny were about to do just the same, meaning you didn’t have to help carry him into the house. “Hey,” you said, nudging him slightly. The first attempt at waking him was useless; he was still long gone from the world. You tried again, your hand connecting to his arm a little bit harder than before. He jumped at the contact, not expecting to be awoken so bluntly. “Bedtime, Jacob.” He let out an incoherent mumble, but you continued pestering him. “Josh and Danny will put you to bed.” You informed him. The two had already noticed the state of their brother, coming to your rescue so you wouldn’t have to deal with him alone. You loved Jake, but he was a pain in the ass when he was drunk. His eyes eventually fluttered open, looking around at the two boys towering over his chair. “Thank you.” You whispered, catching Danny’s eye. He gave a smile, but opted not to respond, helping Josh pry Jake from the lawn chair instead.

When they disappeared from sight, you continued to sip on the last of your drink, unwilling to sleep before it was finished. Your eyes watched the glowing embers lose their last flame, a pathetic puff of smoke billowing upward in defeat. You barely had time to comprehend the loss of company, because almost as soon as the three boys were in the house, the vacant seat beside you was filled again. You looked over, already knowing who you would find. Something about his presence radiated comfort, and even without knowing who it was, you could feel that it was Sam who took place beside you.

“Penny for your thoughts?” He asked, his pretty face illuminated by the dim glow still shining from the fireplace.

“Free for you, Sammy.” You smiled.

“That’s not how you bargain, you know.” He teased, expression matching yours. You gave a shrug in response.

“You’d never have to pay for my company, I love having you around. Maybe I just don’t want to bargain with you.” You couldn’t tell if it was just the glow from the coal, or if his cheeks tinged pink at your statement. You tried not to stare, but you found it almost impossible to pry your eyes away from him. No matter where he was, or what he was doing, he was always captivating.

“Good thing, because I like your company, too.” He leaned back in the chair, never breaking eye contact with you. You were certain he noticed the hint of a blush on your cheeks, too. “I can’t believe the summer is over.”

“Me, either.” You chose not to express your opinion on the matter. “At least we have Christmas to look forward to, now.”

“What is it with you and Christmas?” He asked with humour, but the question was genuine.

“What do you mean?” You laughed.

“You get excited to celebrate Christmas again literally the day after it’s over. I like Christmas, but I don’t think I like it that much.” He explained. You thought about it for a moment, trying to formulate the best way to speak your thoughts.

“I get to spend it with you guys.” You said, simple and to the point. “The weather sucks in the winter, days are shorter, not really a whole lot of joy. But I know that you guys will be around to make gingerbread houses and all of that stuff… it’s just nice, you know? The promise of time with the people you care about most.” And it was true. You most looked forward to a few days of interrupted time with them, celebrating a holiday filled with joy.

“Yeah, I do.” He agreed, but his expression shifted as he spoke, almost as if he wanted to say more but didn’t know how. “I’d decorate a gingerbread house with you right now if it would make you that happy.” You both laughed at the silliness of the idea.

“It’s not the gingerbread houses, Sam.” You said, also holding back the words you so desperately wanted to say. Once again, you were too caught up in your own thoughts to notice the slight chatter of your teeth and the goosebumps raised on your arms. You hadn’t truly appreciated the flames of the fire until they had burnt out, and now you were cursing yourself for not bringing a jacket.

“You’re looking forward to Christmas and you can’t even handle weather like this?” He teased, sitting up in his seat. Before you could argue his comment, he had slipped his hoodie over his head and handed it to you. You watched him, unsure if it would be right to take it, worried that it meant more to you than it did to him. “Take it, y/n. You’re freezing.”

“Thanks.” You managed to squeak out, really hoping that the light was dim enough to conceal your burning cheeks. You took the sweater from him and quickly put it on, instantly surrounded by Sam. His cologne and body heat was still lingering on the fabric, inviting you in even further. “Now you’ll be cold.” You realized, feeling guilty for taking his sweater from him. He was too caught up in staring at you to realize you had spoken at all. It took him a few minutes to register your words, but he finally caught up to speed and answered, although his response had nothing to do with your statement.

“How drunk are you?” He asked, giving you a stupid little grin.

“How drunk am I?” You raised an eyebrow. “Odd question, but enough.” You giggled.

“Drunk enough to forget this conversation if it goes badly?” You felt your heart speed, unsure of what he was hinting at.

“Uh, yeah, sure, I guess.” Your giggle turned into a nervous chuckle.

“Come over here, sit with me.” He rushed out, clearly anxious before he even finished his sentence.

“W-what?” You weren’t sure if you heard him correctly. “How drunk are you?” You laughed, finding the inquiry more prudent on his behalf.

“Clearly drunk enough to ask that.” He muttered to himself amidst a laugh, followed by a spark of embarrassment flashing in his eyes. “Just thought… neither of us would have to be cold.” He looked like he wanted to retract the statement, to completely forget he said it in the first place. Before he had the chance, you stood and stepped in front of him. Clearly shocked by the action, he gazed up at you with curiosity.

“Well, make room, then.” You said, a smile still eating away at your face. The words seemed to snap him out of his daze and he quickly sprung to action. He sat back, holding his arms out to you, welcoming the change in position. You carefully lowered yourself down to him, finding that he was much comfier than he appeared to be. You were slightly turned to the side, but your back was pressed against his chest. Your head rested in the crook of his neck, and your legs were decorating his. It was a scene you never would have imagined for yourself, but were more than happy to be in. One of his hands took post on your hip, and the other rested on top of yours, which you had laying on your thigh. The contact was overwhelming but in the best possible way. “Better?” You asked, voice quiet.

“Much.” He agreed, the vibration of his voice resonating through your entire body. “I’ll be honest, I didn’t think I’d get this far. Not sure what to say, now.” You both fell into a small fit of laughter, finding the entire situation humorous. “Still promise to forget about this if I make myself look stupid?”

“Only if you do, too.” You smiled, looking up at the sky littered with twinkling stars.

“You look good in my sweater.” He stated, finally overcoming his anxiety for a moment. Your reciprocity was giving him an entirely newfound sense of courage. “Better than I do, actually.”

“I don’t think that’s true.” You dismissed him.

“I do.” The clarity in his voice was astounding. So much so that you couldn’t find a reply to challenge it. “Is this normal for friends? Do friends do this?” His courage seemed to flee him again, the panic creeping in at an alarming rate. He couldn’t help but second guess himself; the last thing he wanted to do was make you uncomfortable.

“I mean, we’re friends, and we’re doing this. So yeah, I think so.”

“Okay, cool.” He said, trying not to let any disappointment show at your use of the friendship term. You both fell into silence, content with the position and being with each other. After a few moments, a dreaded yawn surfaced and pushed its way from your lips. “Are you tired?”

“Yeah, but I don’t want to go inside yet.” You were honest. If you could, you would stay outside with him all night without a single regret. “Unless you want to?” You were both nervously chattering like two kids in middle school, finally alone with their first crush.

“No, I’m perfectly fine.” He said, running his thumb over the back of your hand. “I’m going to miss you when we’re gone, you know.” Your heart broke at the confession, because it was the same one you had been holding back all night.

“Thank god,” you sighed “I’m so glad you said it first, because I was too scared to say it.” He chuckled, letting the hand that rested on your hip snake around you so he could pull you closer to him.

“I’ll still call all of the time, and text whenever I can, and all of that. I’ll still drive you crazy, even from halfway across the world.” He hummed, his cheek pressing into yours as he attempted to give you a hug. You let your eyes close, holding his arm to you in hopes that he would never let go. “I lied to you, earlier.”

“About?”

“I’ll never forget this, even if it ends badly.” He admitted. “I never want to forget this.” You found the courage within yourself turn turn your head towards him, your body following suit so you could finally see his face.

“I’m glad,” you whispered. “I don’t want to forget it, either.” A glimmer of hope flashed in his eyes, one that was so familiar to you, because you had the same one every time you spoke to him. It was a glimmer of hope that the situation would change, grow into something larger than just friends, and it was impossible to ignore.

“I’d like to kiss you, if that’s okay.” He said, mesmerized by the closeness of your face. You gave a nod, too excited to speak any more. He leaned forward, capturing you in a moment that seemed too extraordinary to be true. Under the stars, with the sounds of the crackle from the burnt out campfire and the taste of alcohol still on your lips, you realized that you could spend the rest of your life kissing Sam and you would never have to worry about anything else. It was sweet, filled with emotion that you both had been to scared to speak into existence, and sedimented with a promise of truth. All of the words shared that night were more true than you could comprehend, and it made your head spin worse than the alcohol and his kiss combined.

When you parted, you both had the same smile on your lips, one that showcased happiness and radiated relief. You wished you could live in that moment forever. “I should have given you my sweater a long time ago.” He said, eyes still locked with yours.

“Yeah?” He gave a small nod.

“Yeah, so I could have done that a long time ago, too.” You let out a giggle, still drunk off the confession. “You don’t have to wait until Christmas to see me. I’ll come home to you whenever I can, if that’s what you want. We can decorate gingerbread houses in July, for all I care. As long as I get to see you, it doesn’t matter what we do.”

“I do, Sam. I want that way more than you know.” You breathed, almost too enthusiastically. “I’ve been waiting for this for a long time, too.” At your words, he leaned forward for another kiss, this one much shorter and more playful.

“For that?” You nodded, another laugh forcing its way out. He leaned forward, peppering a few more kisses across your cheeks and nose. “Is that better?”

“Yeah,” you grinned, unable to hold back your laughter. “Much better.”

“I have a lot of time to make up for, so I better start now, hmm?” His laughter matched yours, no sweeter sound ever gracing your ears.

“I guess so, Sammy.” The threat of the cold night meant nothing, anymore. Not even the thoughts of a tour could penetrate the bubble of happiness protecting both of you. The sun began to creep back up in the sky before the high of the night began to wear off, and the birds chirping in the trees rang like an anthem of victory.

You were still excited for Christmas, but now for a much better reason; it was the first Christmas you were lucky enough to truly spend with him.

GOD DAMNIT FUCK I LOVE SAM SO MUCH AND WRITING THIS HAD ME SMILING AND GIGGLING AND KICKING MY MF FEET THE WHOLE TIME

[yeyinde]

Imagine this but with Price on that hospital bed, and you just run to him like that

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMYdSkH9G/

UGH!!! the song choice too??? like please 😭

Imagine if they don't let you see him because, um. You're not family. And you find out that he doesn't have an emergency contact. Never wanted one. Would rather die alone than burden anyone with the tremendous guilt of seeing him break in his weakest moments.

Laswell has to push you into the room after threatening the staff to open his damn door up, and when you see him, he's distant. He doesn't want you in the room right now. Doesn't want you to see him like this.

But the way you try and hold yourself together for him breaks him in a way he'd never wanted to feel. He's the ashlar of the team. The curtain wall. A castle is nothing with its strongest defences, and right now he can barely breathe without feeling as though he's suffocating under the weight of his own ribcage collapsing on lungs.

He tastes ichor in his throat when you reach out, ginger fingers brushing back the matted hair over his forehead, plucking out the blood, grit, and viscera on his beard. You're trying to clean him up because despite the moor he keeps between you, you know. You know him unlike anyone else in his life, and you know how much he hates this. How much your presence in his weakest moment is smothering him. But he also knows that you're not leaving his side. That they'll have to pry you from his bedside, kicking and screaming, before you ever leave him unarmed and defenceless on your own volition.

And then slowly, when your hand curls over his raw cheek, buried under layer of soot and pieces of pulverised metal, wry curls matted with his blood, sweat, he reaches for you. His palm usually scorches your skin, but right now, he's never felt colder. He cups your hand in his, holding it against his face, and gazes at you.

You want to say something. He can see your jaw churn with the words that refuse to unglue themselves from your smog-filled throat. Too many trampling over the other, and none potent enough, strong enough, to break through.

So, he slips his fingers through the spasming brackets of your own, and holds you steady.

"I'll be alrigh', love."

And when you do speak, it's a torrent. Artillery fire. He tastes napalm in the air. "Yeah, you will."

It's equal parts a plea, a bargain, and a threat.

He huffs, and pretends the ruck of his shattered ribs doesn't burn like a wildfire in his nerves.

You notice, anyway.

"John..."

"Come on," he shifts over, bones grinding against each other, loose and rattling inside his battered innards. "Lay down with me."

It's clumsy and awkward, and borders on agony, but having you tucked against his side, keeping him together, holding the galvanised pieces of him in your trembling clutch, is worth every lash of fire that ripples over his being, raw and scorched. You hold him, cauterising the wounds with just the tremulous breaths you take, the hitch you try to hide, buried in his clavicle. John's arms are heavy on you, but you bear the brunt of his weight, and he knows that if you could, you'd siphon the pain from his marrow until all he felt was whole.

"What can I do for you?"

"Jus' stay here, love. S'all I need."

"Yeah?"

Your lachrymose eyes are a battering ram to the last vestiges of his stalwart veneer. He breaks in your hold; crumpled muskeg in the palm of your hand.

He draws you closer despite the searing pain that richochets through him. Lips press to your temple, tasting the cold sweat that gathers against your hairline.

"Always."

[musashi]

PLEASE PLEASE EXPLAIN CASE 3 OF TRIALS AND TRIBULATIONS CAUSE I JUST. CANT GET THROUGH IT 😭😭 and i KNOW if i hear you talk about it ill make my way past but its. its literally the ONLY 3rd case ive gotten stuck on? with the other 2 games i was INVESTED in them but. for whatever reason the only highlight was that Dang Cafe and now its just. Going. and Going. i know that old pigeon feeding man is supposed to be Quirky but. i find him So. Boring.

oh god i dont know if i can do that one and make it interesting. recipe is so bad i hate every second of it

4 months prior to the events of the case local idiot loan shark furio tigre drove his moped into some goth chick's car. unfortunately the goth chick was also the daughter of a mob boss and she was majorly injured. mob boss was like youre gonna pay........ 1 MILLION dollars for her surgery. tigre was like bro

tigre started more or less using viola, pretended to be in love with her and take care of her when in reality he was just trying to get her dad to leave him alone.

hes still a loan shark so he did loan shark shit. he gave some homophobic gay french bitch money for his restaurant. there was also this programmer he hit up who made superviruses or some shit, one of which was super potent at data erasing and went for a pretty penny on the black market. homeboy also had a real bad gambling addiction

he went to the shitty french restaurant to meet with tigre about paying off his debt but LITERALLY SECONDS BEFORE TIGRE WAS ABOUT TO GET HIS HANDS ON THE VIRUS AS PAYMENT FOR THE DEBT. THIS BITCH WON THE LOTTERY. he literally won like five times the money he needed. so he had more than enough to pay off tigre. and tigre was like. god fucking damnit i need that virus or the mob is gonna assassinate me

so he just poisoned the bitch right there. the cutest waitress in the building (Maggey) saw shit go down and passed out. what can ya do

but then the french bitch was like alright whats all this then and tigre was like hiii <3 you owe me 500k sooooo you're gonna cover up this murder for me k boo? so they fucking just... moved the body into the kitchen along with maggey's unconscious ass... and then tigre DRESSED HIS ASS UP IN PROGAMMER DUDE'S CLOTHES... GOT HIS GOTH GF TO DRESS UP AS ONE OF THE WAITRESSES... AND RE-ENACTED THE WHOLE SCENE EXCEPT WITH GOTH BITCH SPIKING THE DRINK. LITERALLY JUST TO ESTABLISH A WITNESS AND FRAME MAGGEY. A DUDE WHO HAD WANDERED IN FOR COFFEE AND TITS.

'wouldnt he have realized that it wasn't maggey when he saw her in court' no because he was a horny old man who only looks at women's bodies. that's literally the plot point.

but yknow tigre had to really REALLY cover his tracks to make sure maggey took the fall for the murder he did so........... HOMEBOY DRESSED UP AS PHOENICHOLAS L. WRIGHT ATTORNEY AT LAW AND FAKED HIS IDENTITY AND 'DEFENDED' MAGGEY IN COURT AND BY THAT I MEAN HE DID AN ABSOLUTE DOGSHIT JOB ON PURPOSE TO GET HER A DEATH SENTENCE

gumshoe kicks the door down like 'ill fucking KILL you' and phoenix is like?????? HUH??? WHAT DID I DO???

some other stuff that happens:

maya channels mia just to use her tits

CUTE WAITRESS MAYA MAYA IN THE WAITRESS OUTFIT LITTLE MAYA SO SO CUTE

does anyone even care at all about a maya fey so small

in the anime maya directly references the 'bone apple teeth' meme. she literally says the words bone apple teeth out loud.

maya maya maya

there's a scene where godot submits a white apron as evidence and its got a giant ketchup stain on it and the whole court is like uhhhh dude is that blood? and hes like. what. is what blood. and theyre like. dude can you not see it? and hes like NOT SEE WHAT? ARE YOU FUCKING WITH ME?

this scene, which is like 5 seconds, contains a MAJOR PLOT REVELATION THAT IS SUPER IMPORTANT LATER, and it is the only reason that this case is unskippable. if you took that little tiny bit out, this case would be worthless filler with nothing to offer.

except maya in the waitress outfit.

long live the lesbians.

[hasturswig]

I am losing my mind (again) about the fic when the world has dealt its cards. bravo.

thank you for making me feel ✨BUTTERFLIES✨, wow!!

I personally have been feeling a lot of anxiety preparing for season 2, and seriously this was like a gift to me as I have often pondered just posted "I have so much anxiety about this someone please console me" - this fic did just that. Because I remembered that no matter what happens, the dumb angel and not angel love each other :) It'll be fiiine.

this is the lovely gorgeous writing that made my heart unwind, firstly (this isn't an exact quote I'm sorry) "who was it that pleased the angel so?" sooo sweet

and gosh secondly...

As they watched, the angel new to Earth could feel what sparked between them, brighter to their senses than everyone around them, shining, splendid, strong, and beautiful. They felt its resonance within them, knew it as they knew their very essence.

Love.

Enormous love, ancient, potent, and very well established. Together, they were glorious, their heads so near to one another, the halo of bright curls tilted towards a burning crown of fire. Here were two beings alike, but not alike, complementing each other. There was strength there, and endurance, fidelity and loyalty. Whatever brought the interloper here this damp and chilly night, it would be better faced with these two on their side.

And the scene with their hands on the umbrella.... oh my gooooshh!!!! 😭 It's so innocent and sweet but it's so meaningful and precise and ohhh the part where Crowley is feeling so protective. Seriously on my "wishes and predictions" twt acc I wanted the new angel to feel the love between them and this just completely filled that part of my heart up to the brim for me. Thank you soooo much. I know of course this wasn't written *for* me, but isn't it such a lovely thing when a fic fits with your heart so well that it feels that way??

You are a talented writer and I'm so happy I follow u on tumblr! Lol! I'm like half star struck! 🤓💜

Okay back to being Super Normal Totally about the Michael sheen and David tennant-looking creatures... thank you for reminding me of your sweet fix it literally it cured my season 2 anxiety that has been keeping me up at night ❤️ sending u hopes for a fanatic day and a warm feeling like I had reading when the world has dealt its cards

sry this is a rambling nutso mess u don't have to post this LOL I am maybe embarrassing sorry ❤️❤️ I don't think this properly conveyed the many layers of your writing but I hope you Feel The Vibes

Gosh, this was the sweetest message to receive today! Thank you so much @rosetylahcrowleyinthetardis that is incredibly kind of you! I suspect I am wrong about just about everything here, but I absolutely love the idea that the angel will feel the love between Aziraphale and Crowley. Maybe Muriel will too, that would be incredibly cute. Thank you for reading my story and for getting in touch! ❤️

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Kalim, Lilia: What else can I do?

KALIM MY SON MY PRECIOUS SUNSHINE CHILD 🥺 Sorry for getting this out late—

BRUH YOU DON’T KNOW HOW VALIDATING IT WAS FOR ME TO READ THESE VIGNETTES I’ve literally been saying this entire time that Kalim’s way underestimated as a leader despite his social intelligence 😭T HANK YOU LILIA FOR CONFIRMING TO US THAT KALIM IS A GOOD JUDGE OF CHARACTER AND THANK YOU KALIM FOR CONTINUING TO GROW HNGNGNGGNHHGHGHGHGHGHGHGHHHHHH

Imagine this...

"I always see Sebek scolding Silver. He does that because he cares for him, right?

Lilia suppressed a chuckle. “Yes, that would not be incorrect to say.”

“Gahahah!” Kalim’s full-bellied laugh rolled across the lavishly carpeted floors, his smile lighting up the entire room. Sunshine spilled in from wide windows, and out from within the birthday boy. “Sebek must have a really big heart for all that love!”

A chortle slipped out of his interviewer.

“Kufufu. He is very passionate in expressing himself.” Fingers curled under Lilia’s chin. “To think that you’d pick one of my own… I’m positively ecstatic~ You’ve made a good judgement call, Kalim.”

“Eh, I have?”

“Indeed.” Lilia nodded knowingly, his eyes creasing—a subtle shine of elation. “Most find Sebek too brash and bold to approach. Ah, but you—you’ve so easily stripped away that harsh exterior and gotten right to his core. You are able to see the forest for its trees. Not many can compare to that discerning eye of yours, Kalim.”

“Thanks, Lilia!! I’ve never thought of it like that! Jamil says I can be pretty careless when I just say what my gut feeling is…”

“Then your gut is very accurate. You have a strength that comes so naturally to you. The ability to read and to understand others is a wonderfully indispensable skill for a leader.”

Lilia beamed, slapping a playful hand on the birthday boy’s back. “Fufu. I approve of you to serve as Sebek’s elder brother. Be certain that you swing him around in your arms often, just as you do with your siblings!”

Kalim took the joke with ease, barely pausing for a beat before replying, “I’ll try!! I’d love to spoil him too! … But I shouldn’t. Not yet.”

“Hmm? Now what might you mean by that, I wonder?”

“It’s like... I think I need someone like Sebek around--someone who’ll scold me and tell me when I’m doing something wrong.”

“Is that not what Jamil already does for you?”

“Yeah, but...” A pensive look formed on Kalim’s face. “Lately I’ve been thinking of how I can help him. Jamil does so much for me, and I’ve realized that I haven’t done a lot for him in return. And when I do try to help, I just screw things up and make more trouble for him.”

His shoulders slightly sagged as a thought crossed his mind.

I’ve... always caused trouble for him.

The memories collected one by one. Particles of sand falling into a mound. From the top bulb, funneled through the neck, and to the bottom bulb. The happy moments, times spent playing together, chasing each other in the bazaar, dancing in the garden, splashing in the water, snacking and studying…

All of it, a pretense, shattered by his words. A thin, potent poison ran along them, bitter and bleak.

“As long as you exist, I will never be free,” Jamil had snarled. His face had been so twisted then--calm, and yet his eyes were as pointed and as cold as icicles, sharpened to form blades. Ink engulfing him, creeping over his skin like a swarm of locusts consuming a fresh feast.

All the hate he had kept bottled up, at last eating him alive.

Hate that had stemmed from him.

From Kalim.

His smiles, his laughter.

His ignorance.

Kalim inclined his head, letting the brim of his hat eclipsed his garnet eyes. “... For a long time, I’ve hurt Jamil without realizing it. I don’t want to do it again--not to Jamil, not to anyone. That’s why I’ve been thinking: how can I be better? What else can I do?”

“Kalim...”

“I don’t notice stuff myself. I need that kind of criticism so I know when I’ve done something wrong, so one day I won’t need Sebek or Jamil or anyone to tell me I’ve made a mess, so I can the kind of dignified person that people will follow. Someone that’s earned the seat of dorm leader.”

Someone that’s worthy of being Jamil’s friend and rival.

In spite of the shadow cast over Kalim’s eyes, they glittered just as bright as ever. “Until that day comes, I’ve got to work hard. Then, one day...”

I can be where he is, as his equal.

Kalim didn’t complete his sentence out loud, letting the last of his words hang in the air--raindrops suspended, not yet fallen to the ground. A pocket of solemn silence in an otherwise loud, lively party.

No one heard the rest but Kalim.

“... I understand.”

Lilia patted his junior on the head, gently stroking his hair. “There’s no need to rush growing up. I have no doubt that you will rise to the occasion when the time calls for it.”

“Really? You think so?”

“I know so.” Lilia chuckled, indicating an open window. “You’ll rise through the roof, to the skies, without a magic carpet ride, but on your own power. If you continue to work hard and be mindful, surely that wish you’ve stowed away in your heart will come true.”

“Aww, you always know just what to say to make me feel better! You’re awesome, Lilia!!”

“Of course, of course… but at this very moment, do not concern yourself with me.” The fae smirked, retracting his hand. Reaching into his jacket, he magically pulled out a pie, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “You need only eat, drink, and be merry!”

“Ahhhh, you’ve got me there!!” Kalim cried with a laugh. “Is it time for the Gift of Good Fortune already? It’s still a ‘gift’, so I’ll happily accept it!!”

“My, such a good sport. I’ll do my best to deliver your gift to you.” Lilia tossed the pie into the air, testing its weight as it fell back into his palm. His lips folded into a grin as he brought the pie back. Stance practiced, arm poised, as if this was done he had done many times over.

“Good fortune and the happiest of birthdays to you, Kalim!!”

SPLAT!!

The pie was a direct hit on the lower half of Kalim’s face, the whipped cream forming a cloud on his chin we the paper plate slid to the floor. The result was the birthday boy dressed handsomely in a fluffy, airy facial hair. Seconds later, the whipped cream plopped off and joined the plate on the floor, leaving Kalim with traces of a sweet-tasting stubble behind.

“K-Kfffft!!” Lilia bent over, clutching his stomach to prevent a howl from escaping. Between giggles, he managed, “M-My liege…! How big and bushy your beard is!!”

Kalim took the joke in good faith and with a large grin. Beckoning with a hand, he said, “You don’t need to bow! Raise your head!!”

Lilia lifted his gaze as he had been commanded to—and found Kalim picking a pie off a nearby table. He raised an eyebrow at his junior.

“I want to join in on the fun, too!! C’mon, grab another one!! We can have a food fight, you and me!”

“Haha, very well. I cannot turn down a request from our beloved birthday boy.” Lilia’s eyes slightly narrowed. “Kufufu. You’d best be prepared for combat! I cannot promise that you will make it out of this experience alive.”

“Yup!! Let’s sing! Let’s dance!! Let’s die… of fun!!”

Kalim’s smile was as certain as the sun, promising to reach ever upward.

[shiningclown69]

(I shd mention I am not an expert in child soldiers, I did not do any research for this. These are just my thoughts on the fly)

Brandon's role as a bodyguard for Sky is probably not perceived as "morbid" in the show bc it isn't mentioned often + isn't portrayed in a negative light.

But Brandon has been the target of assassination attempts, framing and kidnapping bc of his job (mostly in the comics)

While there are great benefits to the role (enrolling in a prestigious school, financial security, prestige), Brandon's job is to ultimately protect Sky and if the time calls for it, with the cost of his own life.

Not to mention in the 4kids dub Erendor seems to threaten to stop paying Brandon's tuition fees bc he "failed to protect Sky" during the S1 identity reveal, so even his education is on the line

Its like having great job benefits, but your job is incredibly hazardous and requires you to face the possibility of dying in your line of work.

Benefits are a plus, but it doesn't make the work much better

Ok going off track a bit

Another weird point is that apart from Erakylon, no other kingdom seems to employ personal bodyguards of that young an age? The fact that Erakylon has at least 2 very young men (Adrian, Brandon) on the front helm of their army is v strange and makes me think that this is a practice exclusive (?) to Erakylon.

Erendor, why are there men possibly less than 18 yrs in your army?? Not just as trainees too but as high ranking officers 😭 Huh????

Another thing I'm confused about is why Erendor doesn't hire a fairy to guard Sky (other than bc of trust issues), especially since they live in a world with potent magical attacks.

I'd argue this makes Brandon's job more hazardous bc HE'S JUST A GUY 😭😭 Not to say Brandon is incompetent or anyth, but I think if someone shot a magical beam at him, he would be vapourised instantly. Or maybe he's alr prepared for that possibility idk

(I meant being prepared to deflect magical attacks, not being prepared to die. But who knows at this point)

Brandon is still living out of sheer optimism, the fact that this show is for children, and not enough ppl wanting to kill Sky.

[shai-manahan]

aight im finally back on track with the theories ! (p.s. warning some of them might sound downright crazy or bullshit)

1. so i assume with all available information (or maybe I'm just too oblivious) vincent is currently still working for the marshal, which makes me wonder just how much a bad bitch they for literally every one of MC's companions to warn them against them 🤔🤔🤔🤔 aside from the countless arrests they have done illegally, which doesn't seem too bad considering they were all bad guys i guess, SO IT BRINGS ME TO MY FIRST THEORY that maybe everything from the super secret mission MC got in the very beginning of the story to Bale's death might have just been an extremely elaborate plan go bring them right under the marshals thumb to make them just another of their pawns like vincent, maybe they're doing it for MCs skills or maybe for the hospital that Alex is running which just gives off super sus vibes to me again, OR MAYBE ... JUST MAYBE it has something to do with the hallucinations? maybe they want something or some info that only our MC knows but forgot about after some of their memories were suppressed they couldn't remember it so they want them under their command to have access to it

2. after taking a closer look at the previous and current demo it seems both alex and Vincent are aware of the MC's 'whatever that black out was' plus that bad PTSD attack i believe after alex sent them upstairs, so maybe they know something or are hidding something from the MC doesn't know and are trying to them shield them from the truth in case it breaks them, mentally i mean. maybe Vincent is the only one who is aware of MC's occasional disassociation therefore the understanding look they gave them

3. and now here im wondering what the hell did MC do with the little bottle of that sus liquid they found on Landry after ignoring Callie/Lucas's warning and rushing in to save them. makes me wonder maybe it's some kind of new potent drug that are planning to distributing. and maybe MC's father had something to do with and maybe he had a bad fallout with Bale for which he tried running away with his research but was unfortunately gunned down by his wife for

NOW AN ASK (or is it ask's?)

1. i wonder why everyone seems to hate Vincent? or is it just alex? he seems like a cool dude to be around plus a nice step-father/guardian

2. will we get the choice to maybe bitch slap or atleast thrash Wesley a little(maybe bernard too i don't mind they just get on my nerves) after our little reunion somewhere in the future? i want my MC to bitch slap them maybe once for Finn to go "huh maybe i do deserve it" only to get slapped HARDER next time "ok ok i do deserve it" before finally listening to their side of the story? sorry finn i love you but i hate you for that little expose stunt of yours

3. i wonder if we will have a poly route ... ARGH IM TORN BETWEEN ALONZO (who obviously hates my guts but whatever its not gonna deter me for my enemies to lovers journey) AND FINN (IMAGINE THE ANGST AHHHHHHHHHHH)

4. *puts on a dark and brooding look on* ARNEL AND VINCENT MEET WHEN... *tries fo hide the fact that i suck at picking up clues*

5. will we ever be able to truly express ourselves to Alex? 😭😭😭 I KNOW THEY'RE SUS BUT THEY'RE SUCH A SWEET BROTHER I CAN'T HELP BUT FEEL BAD EVERYTIME I HIDE SOMETHING OR SAY SOMETHING SLIGHTLY MEAN TO THEM 😭😭😭

ANYWAYS SORRY FOR THE LONG ASK ONCE AGAIN I KNOW I DON'T MAKE SENSE HALF OF THE TIME BUT WHATEVER

Look, I love receiving long asks, especially those with theories 👀👀no need to apologize!

What I can say here is that a lot of the things occurring at the present are vastly connected to each other :) Also, you might get an insight next update as to why the marshal and her agents are hated by MC's companions.

Getting closer 👀

Whatever clue the MC got in Chapter 1 was actually mentioned in Chapter 2, and the MC brought it along with them (if that small bit of text didn't appear, that may have been a bug lmao). You'll slowly get to learn more about them, and sometime in the future, there might be a whole chapter dedicated to it :))) Those who have remained in the car will still get a separate unique route, of course. I can't say anything else about the rest of that paragraph because of the massive spoilers but, interesting :)

For your questions:

Not everyone hates Vincent. Some folks mostly avoid him because of his connection to the marshal, but that's it. People don't hate him the way they hate the MC. For Alex's reason... well, let's just say Vincent would agree that he's got a very valid one.

You'll get to do a lot; they'll also get to do a lot, though. Oh, and Bertrand... that man will just keep getting on your nerves, I think.

Ah, apologies, that will never happen for Alonzo and Wesley. Alonzo might tolerate Wesley but... they'd never be close friends even. Perhaps there will be respect, but never friendship. It's just, too complicated. We'll see if I can handle a poly route for another pairing. I actually have something in mind, but tbh I don't think I could handle the coding side of it.

Arnel is one of my favorite characters, personally. I'm not sure if y'all will love him, but you'll definitely get plenty of chances to meet him. He's got a very significant role in the story, after all. Their banters are also quite amusing lmao.

You will! There will be a huge conversation between Alex and the MC in a future chapter, and your choices there might have an influence on which Book 1 ending you'll be getting 👀

[girlwithfish]

What gummies did u take? 👀👀 and how was the trip

the brand is called diamond shruumz i think, my local smoke shop sells them nd ive seen them at cbd/hemp/delta8 9 10 shops around here too and theyre somehow legal in my state bc it has like diff shroom variants nd idek but i doubted them at first tbh.. kinda underestimated it a bit or didnt think itd be that potent loll.. the brand has chocolate bars, gummies(with like 15 gummies per bag i think) and these packs of 2 cones. i tried the cones i just had one cone nd my bf had the other they tasted good and it took like 40-50min for me to feel it. ive never done any shrooms b4 but my bf has and he said it felt pretty similar to real shrooms yk. I read a lot of reddit comments abt it nd most ppl have tried the gummies, not many ppl have tried the chocolate bars but the few comments i saw abt it said they werent that good, and i havent seen any comments on reddit abt the cones but i saw a few reviews on the brand's website and theyre supposed to be more potent than the gummies so we ended up trying those lol. id say go w the gummies or cone depending on how experienced u r with pyschedelics ! gummies maybe r better if udont wanna take the whole thing bc u can take less. Most ppl i saw on reddit say they took the whole bag or like half etc, i think u deff feel it if u take a whole bag but idk i havent tried them yet lol. varied opinions on it and i think the brand is fairly new sooo opinions on it were pretty skeptical online for a few months but i found a big thread abt the brand from a month ago w a lot of ppl weighing in abt them nd most ppl saying they did feel it and it feels similar to shrooms but maybe a step down from it etc. some ppl got more visuals than others or some didnt, etc. and a lot of ppl sayinf the come up was kind of intense or a few ppl got sick LOl so tread lightlyy but i def agree the come up was reallyyy overwhelming and more than i expected, felt really similar to lsd for me with all the physical effects like my body gets really tense and feels wound up nd i got really heavy tbis trip and i got more visuals than my bf who didnt rly get any. mine were like subtle but still there like my phone looked crazy and like things in the room slightly pulsing nd ykyk but nothing super crazy but still there. idk if body weigyt nd stuff affects it but i tend to get more easily affected from psychedelics than my bf lol but yeah we both felt like really wound up nd my bf said his body felt like overwhelmed and kind of anxious even tho he wasnt anxious, same for me.. but it was still fun just didnt expect the come up to be that intense nd i watched an anime w my bf and then we watched adventure time which is fun but the really silly crazy episodes w a lot of action nd random shit felt really visually and like audibly overwhelming for me LOL.. then played guitar nd listened to mhsic nd sang songs together tho i did have a cliche emotional moment on shrooms and like started crying nd my bf and i had a like hour long sentimental and serious conversation which was nice Oh and i also get really giggly and laugh a lot on psychedelics same when im on acid its sillyyy and my body gets rly hot and sweaty.. and its hard for me to eat i hav like no appetite lol.. but i think i peaked during this time when i was crying nd just having a rly emotional moment Lol and then after talking for a while my bf and i both said the like tense physical feeling we had during the come up kind of disappeared for us nd i felt way more relaxed and everything.. but yeah the trip lasted like maybe 4 hrs for me it wore off kinda quick at the end 🙉overall good experience but the physicsl effects were really strong nd overwhelming at first so id keep that in mindd esp if u havent done psychedelics b4 and its always nice to b w someone too! i literally did not thknk these edibles wld b that potent or affect me that much lmaoo its kind of crazy theyre legal somehow😭

[fellasleepinbaltimore]

nah cos I literally just need to see a doctor 😭😭😭 like what tf if going on with my asshole ctjtjgtitb DEAD ASS!!! what is this horror y'all... if I have a fissure I'm gonna cry... was it from all those vegetables I put inside me? no idk like it could literally be any number of things and it's been going on for like a month maybe like if it was like clamydia or something I'd be like okay whatever we'll deal with it BUT ITS NOT!! I LITERALLY TOOK THE TESTS!! SO ITS SOMETHING!! ELSE!! SOMETHING!! POTENT SERIOUS!! or maybe just a bacterial infection idfk this shit is so ugh like ugh

[princess-of-the-worlds]

😭😍

😭 angst or sad WIP snippet

the only angst or sad WIP snippet i currently have to offer is star wars, so i hope that's okay ahaha

“—gundarks!” Luke cries in a near-hysterical sob. “Ben had the opportunity to ramble on about gundarks, but he never bothered to warn me that my father was—”

Another sob bubbles up in his chest, bursting from his lungs, and something ugly twists inside him. He throws his hands up, briefly losing control of the Force, and Ben’s journals launch against the opposite wall of the cabin, falling into a heap on the grimy floor. 

“Did you think me a fool, Ben,” Luke calls to the ceiling, “telling me that Vader killed my father?” He wants Ben to appear so that he can shout at the Jedi Master, because that would feel better than the choked desolation he feels, like someone has reached deep inside his chest and cut him open, flaying his heart out. The love, the hero worship, the awe and yearning he carried for his father for all of his twenty-two short years — it’s all burned away, out of reach. All that’s left is this emptiness, this grief and horror so potent he could drown in it.

i don't know why the indents ended up so weird, but enjoy some luke angst!

😍 published lines or a section of a fic that you loved writing?

ahhhh, that's so hard, but for now, i'll go with this:

What remains pulses — neurons mourning the loss of the copious space they one had to grow and spiral in.  They can feel those spaces, those missing body parts. The memories of them linger, like ghosts, like phantoms haunting the space left behind. The brain remembers what the body forgets. When one part of the body dissipates away, its responding part of the brain still lingers, and its plants may have died but the soil is still fertile, so the vines of the connections of the brain overgrow there — thus, Jack’s fingers are felt on his elbow and his legs in his chest.

That forgotten part of his brain has grown a new jungle, all the tactile senses and perceptions tangled, a reminder of what once was there and now is gone — like seeing a mall, a former bastion of civilization and capitalism, reclaimed by nature. 

What remains of Jack echoes in his lingering neurons. Is that what a ghost is? The last thought of a dying or dead neuron caught in a never-ending loop of memory, trauma, thought, consciousness? And is a haunting just people caught up in the devastating gravity of a ghost?

from the @ultraviolet-eucatastrophe inspired body horror fic when does a monster become one

this just tickles my brain and i cannot explain why

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