#maybe i should go back and find them and tag them

[doughylove]

▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂ domestic fluff ꒰ 𝓙.𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 ꒱ diluc ragnvindr & gn reader ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ you comb the tips of your fingernails through dilucs hair with careful precision, eliciting nothing more than a sleepy moan that has you desisting further actions.

at this point, he is practically falling asleep in his chair while you give him a haircut in front of the bathroom mirror, and theres nothing you can do to stop him from doing so.

except pausing your attacks on the ends of his thick locks has his eyes fluttering open, and promptly adjusting to the bright-white headlight like he had been asleep for hours.

diluc then displays a tiny pout and leans his head back, looking up at you through his flaming-red baby hairs adorning the skin of his forehead. you softly brush a few out of his eyes and he blinks at you.

"are you finished already?"

you could tell he was hardly satisfied with you having him sit here for a good half hour and of that half hour only actually cutting his hair for ten, but you wanted to tease him a bit more.

"...maybe"

you flick the tip of his nose that has his eyes rolling at you, "but i cannot cut your hair if you do not sit still, 'luc baby." you begin at him, dropping the comb in your available hand on the vanity in front of you.

he groans softly before sitting up and adjusting his posture, arms going to fold over one another as he closes the lids of his eyes once more.

"i should start paying you for this. my barber does a good job."

you sneak a grin in the reflection and diluc opens one eye to discern it, closing it again and smiling to himself. however, you don't notice this and continue layering his hair to find off strands that you may have missed.

"hmm.. yeah? and what might that be then?"

"that's a good question..." diluc teases back, ponders a bit and tilts his head. his eyes are still shut in this process.

"anything they want, of course. nothing comes without a price tag, and neither do these life-threatening haircuts."

you run both hands from the top of his head down to the hairline of the bottom of his neck, and the male shivers from this action.

diluc keeps the tension in his shoulders for a moment before humming and relaxing against the back of the chair, "well, i suppose i am going to have to think very carefully on it then."

you smile coyly after speaking before leaning down to plant a kiss on his forehead, and the man opens his eyes slowly to see the finished result.

"why are you looking at me like that- my hands are so, very tired and overworked–"

diluc quickly pulls your knuckles against his lips for a kiss and smiles against them before speaking into them softly, "thank you my darling. your touch always makes me somnolent. i cannot help it."

he then pulls you onto his lap without a notice and you gasp suddenly, grinning wide at him before stuffing your nose into the crook of his neck to inhale his scent with a small sigh.

your nose then grows itchy from this action and you sneeze because of the free strands of his head.

scrunching the bridge, he chuckles and lifts you up bridle-style, "off to the showers it is."

you smile before quickly realising what he meant by this, "diluc- no- ...luc put me down!"

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[toomanyideasandfandoms]

i had an idea about Death Seeking creator! So imagine Kaeya is the one to find our diary.

Kaeya Albreich. Mr. Cool as ice, flirty McFlirts-a-lot, the second character we get automatically (and hardest to C6 HOYO RERUN HIS ASS ALREADY ITS BEEN 4 YEARS <_<)

The guy who already feels immense guilt over how things ended with diluc because of his heritage, finds his entry and it's just...so much hope and potential from the creator only for it to come crashing down in a fit of despair, because he was the FIRST TO KILL US

can you even begin to imagine how much MORE guilt he'd feel because of it?

an example: "I saw kaeya today! he's always been my favorite character, seeing him at the angels share makes this feel all the more real! I still don't know how i came here, but maybe with his help, he and i can persuade the knights to try and understand whats going on?"

*suspiciously dark red hand print stains the end of the page*

"i don't...i don't understand? did i do something wrong? i went up to talk to kaeya, but the moment i said hello, his eye narrowed at me and he attacked me with his sword! i ran, i ran so hard, all the way to starsnatch cliffs! but he kept following me, throwing shards of ice every chance he got. And that look on his face, it was so angry! it was like i had personally offended him, but i've never spoken to him before now! he backed me up to the cliffs edge, and with a single slash of his sword he...

...why did he kill me? what did i do wrong?"

MY WORD/pos

My mans can't catch a break can he? HE WOULD FEEL SO GUILTY

Though I don't think he would go guns blazing (or sword swing I should say-) immediately at the first encounter. I've already written on how I feel Kaeya would be with "imposters" (it's somewhere in the Death Seeking tag).

But with the diary idea added onto this the amount of guilt he would feel when reading the entry about his manipulation, seeing them curse him thinking he was different and actually wanting to help. GOD THAT WOULD TEAR UP HIS INSIDES.

And then seeing the more scribbled entries mentioning the next encounters they had where they freaked him out enough to attack out of fear and such. MAN

The amount of begging for forgiveness he would be doing is just incomprehensible. Like he would actually look like a dying pathetic man begging for his life. Omg my head is swirling over this its so good.

[coloursflyaway]

Won't Fear Love (4/6)

Pairing: Edwin Payne/Charles Rowland

Rating: T

Word Count: 1.500

Read on AO3

„We should go a date“, Charles says on a perfectly bland Tuesday, looking up at Edwin from whatever he is doing at the moment.

If Edwin wasn’t dead already, he would suspect that Charles is trying to kill him.

or:

Five times Charles takes Edwin on a date to figure out if he could fall in love with him, and one time when he has an answer.

tagging all the lovely people who wanted to give this fic a read: @itsablueberrycow @piristephes @assignedpeanutallergyatbirth @mylu @oneweirdbean @lifeinvirtualreality

There is a crowd outside of the next location.

At least it isn’t teenagers, Edwin reasons with himself, while he lets Charles drag him there, hand in unenthusiastic hand. It seems more like an adult event, with middle-aged men and women laughing and mingling, which elevates his worries just slightly. “Where are we going, Charles?”, Edwin asks, and the smirk Charles shoots back at him is definitely disconcerting.

“Well, the last thing we did, that was for you”, Charles explains and it seems to Edwin that he is far too excited about this. “This one’s for me. But I promise, you’ll like it.” It’s only because he has the utmost trust in Charles that Edwin sets a foot inside the establishment. And maybe the hand that is still holding his.

It is a concert.

Edwin should have known, after all, this is where Charles usually goes to if he spends an evening alone. On several occasions in the past, he had asked Edwin to join him, but he had always declined, preferring the quiet of their agency and a good book to the chaos of live music. Especially the kind that Charles seems to enjoy most.

However, he has to admit that there is something about watching Charles here that is… captivating. Intriguing. Beautiful in its own way. Because Charles is happy here.

He weaves through the crowd with practised ease, glowing with excitement as he takes in their surroundings, mouthing along to the song that is playing through the stereo. Edwin can hardly make out the words, yet Charles seems to know them by heart.

Eventually, Charles stops at the back of the room, a few metres away from the bar, and turns around to face Edwin. “We don’t want to go up the front, there’s gonna be a lot of people once the band starts”, he tells Edwin, “And I hate it when they phase through me during a song, really takes me out of the whole thing. Also, we’ve a bit more privacy here, yeah?”

Edwin isn’t certain why they would need privacy, seeing as they are not visible to anyone around, but he still appreciates the sentiment – people phasing through them is quite unpleasant and proximity to the stage isn’t anything Edwin is keen on in the first place. So, he nods, and Charles smiles, and then does something cruel, heartless, unthinkable.

He drops Edwin’s hand.

It is strange how used to it Edwin has become in such a comparatively short time, holding Charles hand, to the point where he feels the lack of it now, because they are on a date and Charles is supposed to hold his hand.

Yet, instead he is rummaging through his backpack, letting out a tiny Ah! when he finally finds what he has been looking for. He’s smiling, almost a little shyly, and reaches out to grasp Edwin’s lapel, fixing something on it.

“I got you a pin”, he explains; his hand finds Edwin’s again and all is fine in the world. “Little bit like mine. So you won’t look so out of place in here with your fancy suit and your perfect hair. See?” And he points to the pin, a little circle in black and white. It really does resemble the chequered one Charles is wearing, only that the lines are less crisp and more of a wave, that there are little pink and yellow stars scattered between them.

It looks ridiculous against the blue tweed. Edwin never wants to take it off.

“Where did you even get this from?”, he asks, feeling almost dazed, and Charles grins, even as he rubs the back of his neck, indicating an answer Edwin might not be happy with. “Stole it”, Charles admits, and yes, Edwin should be cross with him, but it is very difficult to remember that than when Charles stole it for him. “From a Primark a couple of blocks down from the office. But don’t worry about it, it was maybe a quid. They won’t miss it.”

He’s right, and much more importantly, Edwin just cannot bring himself to care.

“Thank you”, he says softly, putting his hand across the pin and almost, just almost feeling the cool, smooth plastic against his skin. “I love it.”

The band starts playing only a little later, and Charles is so happy that Edwin forgets that he doesn’t particularly likes crowds, that this isn’t music he would listen to if he could choose, not even that Charles at some point in his dancing drops his hand. Because there is joy in every motion, every word he sings along with, loud and inaudible to anyone but Edwin, and watching him, Edwin thinks he might never have loved him more. He’ll go to a thousand concerts, listen to a million songs that don’t make sense to him, if he only gets to see Charles like this again.

The song changes, a piano playing, and it’s more mellow than what has come before, and Edwin expects Charles’ movements to become slower; what he doesn’t expect is for Charles to turn around to him, his hair framing his face in wild curls and hold out his hand. “Wanna dance? I think we should dance.”

“Dance?”, Edwin repeats, still too dazed by Charles’s joy to make sense of the words, and he doesn’t get to think about it for a minute longer, because Charles grasps his hand and pulls him in.

Edwin has danced before, but not like this: it had been stuffy classes his mother made him go to in the summer before he died, taught by a stern woman with a hazel switch that she would use to flick at her students’ feet if they missed a step. He had hated every second of it.

This, however, is so different it should not even be allowed to carry the same name.

Charles’ hand settles on Edwin’s hip, gently pulling and pushing him with the rhythm until Edwin gets the hang of it, smiling so wide that Edwin’s cheeks hurt in sympathy. The light is dim, yet his eyes sparkle, and although the music is so loud, Edwin can hear Charles’ laughter when he raises their hands to spin around, before returning to Edwin’s arms.

He moves like it’s as easy as breathing and Edwin is captivated, smitten, unable to look away. And they are so close, close enough that Edwin could count each of Charles’ lashes, close enough that he can make out every excited twitch of his lips. It would be the easiest, and the scariest, thing in the world to just lean in and…

The song changes.

“I never thought I'd miss you half as much as I do”, the singer croons and Edwin is close enough that he can see that Charles’ eyes go wide, his smile falter for a split-second, before he starts laughing.

“What is the matter?”, Edwin asks, confused by the sudden shift of atmosphere. The music is still playing, sounding almost the same, they are still dancing, but Charles is looking at him with an expression Edwin cannot describe, let alone understand.

“Just listen”, Charles tells him, and Edwin does.

The melody is quite pleasant, upbeat and maybe a little bit longing, and Charles is watching him listen; eager, maybe, interested, definitely.

“Every night, every day, I know that it's you I need to take the blues away“, the singer continues, and Charles ducks his head a little, then „It must be love, love, love…“

And Charles looks back up at him, and suddenly it feels like Edwin hadn’t been aware how close they are after all, even if he spent the last minutes thinking about nothing else. But they are so close, and this is a love song and they are dancing and Charles still isn’t moving away.

Instead, he is holding Edwin’s hand and watching him, his eyes curious and dark, and Edwin wants to kiss him so much it hurts.

“How can it be that we can say so much without words?”, the singer asks and Edwin thinks, yes. Thinks, please. Thinks, I would do anything for you. Thinks, I love you the most.

It’s only when Charles makes a little sound at the back of his throat that Edwin realises they have stopped moving, but before he can formulate a single thought, Charles is dragging him close. Slender arms wrap around Edwin’s shoulders, and Charles is hugging him so fiercely that Edwin can feel it, their astral bodies so close he can hardly tell where he ends and Charles begins. Without thinking, Edwin hugs him back, and Charles buries his face in the crook of his neck, and Edwin holds him, eyes slipping shut.

“It must be love, love, love”, the music still plays, “Nothing more, nothing less, love is the best.”

It’s no kiss, but it’s enough, more than that, even.

It’s love, and the kind really doesn’t matter.

[kitkatt0430]

So I think the reason I haven't paid much attention to the Len/Savitar ship is because Len specifically tells Barry he thinks the Flash should stay a hero. Len's got a thing for hero!Barry and while he clearly finds the bad in Barry to be attractive too... his desire is for Barry to remain the person who inspired Len himself to become better.

But you know... I had a thought. About Doomworld Len. I always figured Legion of Doom Len was a little brainwashed by the rest of the Legion or at least Eobard. After all, Eobard is likely aware that Leonard Snart has the potential to turn hero and, well... Len acts weird in the Doomworld arc. Robbing a bank when there's no real challenge? There'd be no thrill in it for him and Len - the real Leonard Snart - would have hated it. Where's the art of the heist???

However... Doomworld Len and Savitar. Savitar somehow manages to survive the timeline flux brought on by the creation of Doomworld and while the main trio of the Legion toys with and kills Barry, Savitar keeps his head down and manages to survive despite being a paradox and being well aware the timeline shifted and is wrong. (Probably helps that Eobard has managed to cage the Black Flash.) But he can't resist staging a meeting between himself and Len. Maybe at Saints and Sinners. For nostalgia reasons.

And Savitar doesn't mean to, but what was supposed to be a 'one time chance meeting' actually becomes some kind of meet cute. They fall into bed together. Go on dates. Steal shit together. But once Savitar realizes it doesn't matter if they're caught or not... he points out that if there are no consequences to being caught, there's no real point in the theft. If it's not a real challenge then they might as well be playing laser tag. Which is fun, but it's not real.

Without meaning to, Savitar pushes Len to rediscover his real self. And as a result, Len starts becoming very dissatisfied with Doomworld. Mick is relieved to see his partner becoming more himself, though he doesn't know what to make of this version of Barry Allen. The three of them start to push back on the status quo and, much as Savitar pushed Len to rediscover his true self... Len and Mick begin unwittingly pushing Savitar to rediscover the side of himself who cared about others and wanted to save people from suffering the kind of losses he'd suffered.

Savitar isn't going to be the kind of hero the original Barry Allen was... but he's fallen in with two people who would be just fine with that. But they don't want to fix the timeline back to how it used to be. Len would be dead and Savitar would be back to needing to kill Iris to ensure his own creation. But what if they stole the Spear of Destiny before Eobard could destroy it? Rewrote Doomworld into a reality that actually suited the three of them for real?

[da-shrimping-station]

Arrhythmia

- in which "Solomon" is having such an unusual heartbeat and Sitri is at a loss...

735 words | no major trigger warnings

[ gn!reader, anxiety attacks, Sitri being delulu and calling reader Solomon, mildly suggestive (?), 0 proofreading, bare minimum editing ]

as usual, MINORS DNI OR I WILL TAKE YOUR KIDNEYS 🧡

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Sitri had followed them outside without even knowing. Had Solomon not turned around to address him, he wouldn't have noticed. Yet they agreed to let him tag along, wherever their destination may be. He didn't dare to ask, too preoccupied with something else.

Their heart, of course.

He'd noticed that over the past few days, it's been a bit…off? Sitri doesn't know how to describe it.

The pattern of their heartbeat had changed. It wasn't how it sounded when they were out of breath or needing essence. It wasn't even how it would usually be when they're in the midst of pleasure, with another person or otherwise.

No, no. This pattern was halting and stuttering. Skipping a beat to rise without reason. It was accompanied by shallow breathing and shaky exhales.

It made him worry. Curious. And aroused.

As much as he wants to take Solomon away to a quieter place to hear their heartbeat better, Sitri knows he shouldn't. Just because he's very intrigued by this, doesn’t mean he'll jump on them without regard for their personal reservations. He respects them after all.

They've made a full circuit around the block and Sitri was getting worried. Their heartbeat was becoming more erratic. He can see them slow down.

"Sol–?!"

Solomon tipped sideways, hand shooting out to grab hold of a wall to steady themself.

He was at their side in an instant, hands on their arms to help them upright.

"N-no. Let me…sit down…" They shook their head stubbornly, face pallid and brows furrowed.

It was only then did Sitri notice their ragged breathing. But he did as they requested, making sure to sit them down in a shaded area between two buildings.

They slumped gracelessly on the ground, head lolling forward.

"What's happening?!"

Solomon was still alive and breathing, unscathed and all. Yet…

“It's fine,” they gasped, failing to keep their voice steady. They leaned back against the pale brick wall. “I just–need a c-couple of…minutes-” As reassuring as they tried to be, their halting speech made Sitri frown.

Nothing looks okay. Nothing sounds okay. To Solomon's norm at least. For Sitri though…

He leaned closer, wanting to press his ear against their sternum. Maybe if he can hear their heart better, he'd know what to do next—

A palm struck his forehead and he stiffened. He had unknowingly leaned closer to Solomon, crowding their slumped body

“Back. Off.” Solomon's words were harsh, their face trying to keep a serious facade despite the obvious discomfort they're going through. “Don't touch.”

Sitri should touch! He definitely should, especially with how their heartbeat picked up so enticingly. He was, once again, entranced by the irregular rhythm. Even as Solomon curled up, putting their head between their knees and arms wrapped around their slightly trembling body…

His mouth felt dry. He knows his face was most likely a bright shade of red with how hot under the collar he felt. The tightness in his pants did help either…

No–! Solomon is clearly in distress, still curled up with their shoulders heaving and breaths audible in the empty alleyway. He can only hang back, on alert for any danger…

Thumpthumpthump—

Thump…

Thump thump—

Thump…

The heartbeat sounded like it was trying to right itself.

Sitri refocused on Solomon, finding them uncurled and leaning slightly to the right. They leaned their head back against the bricks once more, hand clutching their shirt right over their heart. He observes their breathing.

Inhale–

1…2…3…4…

Hold–

1…2…3…4…5…6…7…

Exhale—

1…2…3…4…5…6…7…8…

Solomon repeated this over and over, their face easing as their heart rate slowly settled into a more normal pace. It still stuttered here and there, though not as unusual as before.

With one final loud exhale, Solomon looks back at him.

“Thanks for your help,” they deadpanned. They started to pick themself up from the ground.

“Apologies,” he replied sincerely. “This never happened before with you, Solomon. I wasn't sure how to assist.” Maybe it was time for a refresher course on practical first aid with the Paradise Lost doctors…

“Well, it wasn't an emergency but…” There was a look in their eyes that he couldn't quite place, paired with the furrowed brows and pressed lips. “Anyway, let's go back. Satan's blowing up my phone.”

Sitri trailed behind Solomon like a puppy, eyes and ears trained on them. He wonders when and how he can hear that kind of heartbeat again…

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A/N:

guess who got a drink agaiiin lmaooo 🥴i honestly cannot post my writing unless my brain is mush enough not to overthink and be too conscious about my writing

anywayyy this drabble features the most delulu devil i know! SITRI

man legit gaslight gatekeep girlbosses himself neck deep in denial! wdym solomon is long gone and that's actually his descendant? you are objectively wrong!!!

on a more serious note, ik people w anxiety deal w the attacks in their own way and i drew inspiration from my own experience,,,,,,,in which i tough it out and pretend that i am a functional adult w 0 problems at all ha ha ha ha ha.....tho i do retreat to quiet spaces and do breathing exercises (if the situation allows it)

but yea Sitri is useless af (imo) when you're in a situation like that cuz man's sidetracked w your jank ass heartbeat to help properly

and i think it kinda turns him on so,,,,,

I hope you enjoyed my lil drabble! 🦐

[rattkachuk]

Hello! Hope you are having a good day.

So I have a question for you, just ignore when you don't feel like answering.

I came to Mattdrai via the enemies/rivals to lovers tag and then got sucked into hockey. I really like the fanon take on Leon, fav character, fanon Matthew was fine but way too woobified and infantilized in so many fics. So my surprise when I started to watch games, interviews etc. Public Matthew is so confident, so loving, awesome family to back him up, especially Brady, hot as hell, sexy way of playing hockey, amazing public persona. Loved and respected by his team, beyond hockey.

Then Leon. His only trait seems to be that he's pissy which I can appreciate but it seems that he's just a downright mean, arrogant guy with a superiority complex (see that interview when he puts Silovs down.) I don't find him stoic at all but he's just seems boring and bland and yeah, pissy. It doesn't seem like he has fun or likes his team a lot or is liked by them (Connor aside and his skills aside.) His friendship with Connor seems the only endearing or likeable thing. He even looks good in a bland way and his hockey is while it's so skillful it's not hot and also I wonder why his dirty plays aren't called out more often.

So what do I miss? Where does great fanon Leon come from? Why is he written mostly so superior to Matthew and where comes the "his team likes Leon so much but Matthew is an outcast in his own team come from?) It's so far from what I gather from old and new interviews or games and I have watched a lot, also German interviews. I really would like to like Leon, shipping them had been more fun when I didn't find his public self so jarring. What do I not see what everyone else seems to get?

Sorry for the long ask! Have a great day and thank you

first off thank you for such a thought out ask! i don't get to dive into things like this a lot outside of writing fic and it got my brain gears going.

to get right into the bulk of this ask: i get what you are saying about leon. that can be the way he comes off for sure, and look everything i'm gonna say? i'm talking out of my ass here. i don't claim to know anything about him as a person besides what's publicly presented, and i don't have much right to theorize about why he is the way that he is, but i'd be lying if i said i didn't think about it. how would i write rpf otherwise, right 💀

i think he cares a lot. and i think sometimes he gets so wrapped up in things, how things should be, how he should be performing, etc, and when it doesn't go a certain way he gets frustrated and snarky (eg, pissy comments and such). but i don't see that being bad necessarily, especially when it's seems to come from such a team oriented state of mind. which, i dont think he dislikes his team at all? i think if anything, he has a sort of blind faith in his team, and that's the only context i could see a 'superiority complex' making sense in. and yah maybe a little misplaced at times, but ultimately i think it comes from believing so fully in his team and not seeing that come to fruition. he really does not seem to care about his individual performance much at all, so how self obsessed can he be? when i think about leon i just see someone that is ultimately very passionate and committed to the game he plays. i'm also curious to know where you get the vibe that his team doesn't like him? simply because i never got that impression from any of the other oilers, they all seem like they're obsessed with him.

beyond hockey, i see a caring, sweet, kindhearted individual. anytime i see a picture or vid of him interacting with bowie, or even the things his girlfriend posts about him, the comments he leaves for people on ig, and yah of course in the way he talks/acts around connor, i see fragments of someone soooo different than the little two minute post game interviews (which, can we judge any hockey player on those? i think they all hate them dfkjgsd). it's not always something i actively go digging for or have examples of the top of my head, but i do see it, and it definitely goes into creating the version of leon that i have in my mind.

hey, and, he's a silly guy!!! please, i know the reputation is pissy and humourless, ESPECIALLY in fic, but that man is so funny. so many random offhanded comments that make me pause and then laugh. a different sense of humour but it's so there. i love the sandcastle vid from the asg last year and feel like it's a good example of that, all sunburnt and happy. also hey, big man in tune with his fear of the ocean? love that. that little vid of him dancing on the ice earlier this season, those halloween photos where he's dressed as a monkey, every time he talks to a kid. hell, seeing him in warmups and watching the way he takes time to interact fans?? loveee watching warmups but i'd never had a player actually acknowledge my existence before leon!

also i really enjoy his personality on the ice, i like the rat behaviour and the sassy comments that he makes to other players/refs, i like the bitch moves, and i like his hockey too. i think his game is dependable and like you said skillful, and while maybe not the most creative, the sureness and the technical aspect it is hot to me. so my thoughts on everything are probably skewed in that regard.

anyways this was just a whole lot of rambling about why i find him interesting, endearing even, but i understand the perception you have. i don't like some players that other people love, just cause i cant see what they see. and honestly that's sometimes just the way it is! if you don't like leon, maybe u just don't like him and thats fine.

disclaimer that i have only been on hockeyblr for a couple years, and really didn't spare many thoughts for leon til the beginning of the 22/23 season. truthfully i'm hardly the person to ask about leon imo, but of course i have thoughts anyways! if someone else with more knowledge reads my bit of rambling here, please feel free to chime in and add your voice to this!

and side note, ofc, i have to touch on this bc who would i be if i'm not one to talk about matthew; in the way of m.tkachuk, i think that in the early days of mattdrai it was maybe a fair take away during his time with the flames (minus the woobifying). even though he was loved so much here and had some fucking times, and i think the team was mostly good to him (player wise if not regarding management, that is), i see such a stark difference now that he's on the panthers. he seems much happier and more confident, and obviously he's clicking with the cats on another level, and i do see a shift in how he's been portrayed in fics since tbh.

[princessisfinethx]

Baby Fever

This post is inspired by all the babies running around my family right now. And also a comment I had gotten a while back about König being good with children. I don't know if I should tag them or not, would that be rude?

Warnings: Pure fluff, babies, Soft!König, baby fever König. Toddlers being toddlers. Established relationship.

König knew for certain he did not get baby fever easily. When he saw babies or kids, he would shrug and make a comment about how small they were or something. You were almost the same way, not wanting kids right now but couldn't help but adore the tiny babies and toddlers. You were dating for a while and agreed that kids were not an option right now. So, when you were asked to babysit for your brother and his wife, you asked König to come along to help you.

~~~

You warned König that your brother had two boys and one girl. The boys were 6 (twins) the girl was 1. König made a comment about weird age difference, and you replied, "They get baby fever a lot more often than you know. And they want a big family." He nodded and you added. "She's pregnant again too." Which made König's eyes widen.

When you both arrived there, the boys ran to you excitedly, screaming about their auntie being back. But they quieted when they saw König. The large male stares down at the twin boys, waiting to see what they'll do. The first boy walks up and crosses his arms. "Why are you so big?"

König crossed his arms as well. "Why are you so tiny?"

The second boy laughs. "You sound like a evil bad guy!" The boys take off running and you chuckle at them. You now had a small girl on your hip. She hid her face from König and you smiled, rubbing her back.

"She's a little shy, but her mom said she's due for a nap." You walked him inside just as your brother and a pregnant wife walked out, yelling to call them if you had any trouble. König followed you inside while taking in the interior of the house. You were rocking the girl, humming for her to sleep. "Do you think you can watch the boys while I try putting her down to bed?"

He nodded. König made sure that you couldn't see his nervousness at the thought of watching two boys. You left to go put the young girl to sleep and on que, the twins came running out with play swords. One boy raised his sword at König. "Prepare evil villain! For we will slay you!"

König put his hands up and glared. "Attacking me while I am unarmed? How unfair!" The boys giggled at his accent, and maybe perhaps König was making his accent heavier on purpose, but he wouldn't admit that aloud.

When the small girl, Ember, was asleep, you walked out to the living room to find it empty and the front door open. When you inspect that as well, you find König outside with the boys, Dexter and Derrel. König was kneeling in front of one of them and smearing mud over his cheeks, the other twin boy already being marked by what you assumed was pretend war paint.

You crossed your arms as you watched König stand, some war paint of his own painted messily across his face. He was talking to them but you couldn't hear them.

~

"Why do you sound so funny?" One of the boys with the missing bottom and top teeth asked him. The other boy was only missing a few of his top teeth.

"I am from Austria." König finished his face paint and nodded to himself.

The twin boys looked at each other and then asked separate questions.

"Did you meet Steve Irwin? He catches animals."

"Have you ever wrestled a kangaroo?"

"Do you have to kill spiders as big as your face?!"

"Is it true that you can eat kangaroo like chicken?"

König had frowned, knowing they would misunderstand the moment he said it. "No, boys, that is Australia. Austria is further away." He stands. "Now we can play evil bad guy that gets stopped by cool good guys." The boys were giggling excitedly, and he held his hand up. "But wait, first, I must do something bad." He spied you coming down the steps and nodded. He walks over to you and picks you up, throwing you over his shoulder. "I have stolen your precious auntie, and she will be my prisoner!"

The boys screamed in a panic and rushed him, while you laughed and playfully screamed for help.

~~

A while later, while König and the boys played outside, you got a notification that the baby was awake. "I'll be right back, boys." You stand and walk to the house. When you left, the boy missing both his top/bottom teeth(Dexter) had looked at König.

"Are you going to marry our auntie?"

König thought about this and then answered. "I want to, but your auntie has to like me first. If she doesn't want to marry me, then I won't make her."

"Want me to ask her if she likes you?" He wiped his nose without a care in the world and König grinned.

"No, I am a big boy. I'll find out myself."

The other boy, Derrel, ran up to them while swinging his foam sword. "There's a girl in my class who kissed my friend Barry and it was gross!" He giggled. "Aren't you afraid girls have cooties?"

König chuckled. "I was told that girls and boys have cooties. Did you know cooties come from dirty kids who don't brush their teeth or wash their feet?" He watched the boys make faces, obviously not believing his statement.

You walked out the house with Ember on your hip, smiling down at her while speaking softly. When the boys saw them, Dexter walked up to you. "Emmy doesn't play right when we play games."

"Well, she's a baby, you know." You squat down and set the infant on a blanket laid out in the grass. "She doesn't know how to do much right now. You have to give her time to learn."

Derrel spoke next. "She sleeps a lot too."

König spoke up next. "Babies sleep a lot. When she was growing in your mommy's tummy, all she did was sleep. She was used to it, but now that she is out of your mommy's tummy, she has to get used to being awake. That's why she naps more than you two."

"Poor Emmy." One of them huffed, sitting beside the baby girl and giving her the foam sword which she took happily. "Ah! She has a weapon!"

"No! What have you done! She's unstoppable now!" König gasped dramatically and picked up the other sword. "I will defeat her!"

"No! That's my sister!" Dexter ran at König and jumped on his back. Following was Derrel, and König fell to the ground with a fake grunt of pain. You then picked up the baby girl and helped her walk over to the fallen König, where she screamed in some kind of excited baby scream. The twin boys yelled in victory while sitting atop the large fallen man. Ember held herself up on König's shoulder and he watched defeatedly as a line of drool fell on his face.

"Yack... I've been defeated."

~~~

After König won everyone over with his famous chocolate chip pancakes, everyone was settled down on the couch to watch Scooby-Doo. The boys have taken to sitting in König's arms and Ember played in her baby pin. When König said he never watched Scooby-Doo, the twins were excited to show and tell him all about the mystery-solving dog and the gang. And König was more than happy to listen to all of it. It was about an hour into the movie, and both boys had fallen asleep. König continued watching the movie. You took Ember in your arms and sat down beside them. "They really like you."

He perked up at this, looking over at you and grinning nervously at you and the baby. "You think so? I was nervous I would hurt them accidentally, or they would be scared of me." He watched as Ember reached for him and the Austrian man carefully moved his arm away from one of the boys to hold the small girl in his arms.

You had chuckled softly and laid your head back. "You're doing great with them. But I think those pancakes sealed the deal." You watched as the baby girl curiously poked and pulled at König's chin and lip. He poked his bottom lip out, then stuck his tongue at her. She watched in curiosity before doing the same thing, her hands slapping his face in excitement. You both laughed.

One of the boys woke up and moved over to you, laying his head in your lap and saying it was cold. You pull a blanket over him and gently ran your fingers through his messy hair. After he had fallen back asleep, you look up at König but find him entertaining the baby with his facial expressions.

~~~~

After you and König left, with sad goodbyes from the twins, you noticed how quiet your driver was. Looking up at him, you linked your hand in his free one, causing him to look over at you and interlock his fingers with yours. "What's on your mind?"

A lot. You, him, a family somewhere in the future, you with a wedding band on your left hand and a big belly carrying his child. He was staring forward at the road, and he sighed, a look of annoyance washed over his features. Should he tell you how he felt? What if you detest the idea of having kids with himm "The twins were so rowdy and annoying. Do all kids act that way?"

"Yes. Most of the time."

"And the baby girl, do all babies drool as much as her? It got on my face and my shirt."

"Yes." You watched him carefully, trying to figure out where he was going with this.

"Kids are filthy creatures. And clumsy. And a handful..." he brought the back of your hand up to his lips, holding your hand there for a moment. "And they cry for nothing."

"That's usually a toddler phase." You tilt your head. "König what's wrong?"

"Nothing is wrong Liebling..." He sighed almost defeatedly. "But I can't help but picture us with our own crazy little children... and I want that very much." He looked at you after stopping at a stoplight. "I know we are not ready for kids yet, and we are not married. But I saw the way you look at them, and how big you smile at them and I can't help but want that too, with our own babies." His eyebrows furrowed in thought while he pressed another kiss to your knuckles. "But, maybe that's wrong to dream only after a day of caring for children."

You sit up in your seat and move your hand to cup his face. "It's not wrong to dream König...it's called baby fever." You smiled and pressed a soft kiss to his nose.

"You would make the most perfect mommy," He says in a desperately soft voice as you press your lips to his nose. He cups your face so you look into his eyes. "I would be honored to be the father. The best father. Say the word Mein Liebling, and I will give you as many children as you desire."

:')

Don't come after me I just- I dunno.

[the-meme-monarch]

shipwrecked 64 is fun :] also scary. know this. also frankenbugs’ streams are good (second and third images are Loosely based on their most recent stream here! second being bc olivia shows up in the border, which is where their pngtubers are :] the first img is even more loosely based on their previous one iirc, where one of them mentioned how the girl rabbit stumbler has a crush on doesn’t have a name or model and i thought up a-little-mostly-joke-theory that ……….what if it’s hornz………..

[lucalicatteart]

A new sculpture! Finally... I feel like I never sculpt anymore since I'm always sick or have some 500 other things going on or projects to finish, but I'm trying to schedule time to do it more often this year hopefully..! Just a generic fantasy creature as usual, but did try making the eyes a little more sparkly this time.. hrmm..

[girlboy-frankensteins-monster]

books i read this january:

1. 'station eleven' by emily st. john mandel

5/5 stars — literally so good, such a great start to the year. i loved the writing style and the story and the characters and i am forever grateful to the friend of a friend who kept telling me i should read this because he was totally right and it's so good. definitely recommend this if you like apocalyptic stuff that's more an exploration of humanity than action/thriller

2. 'ghosts: the button house archives' by mathew baynton, simon farnaby, martha howe-douglas, jim howick, laurence rickard and ben willbond

3/5 stars — everything i wanted from a ghosts book tbh, loved getting to hear more about the characters but i would've liked a bit more serious stuff about fanny (this isn't really a criticism just wish there had been because she's such a compelling character to me)

3. 'i am malala' by malala yousafzai

4/5 stars — really good for anyone unfamiliar with pakistani culture and politics to help explain recent history as well as being genuinely very interesting. definitely recommend

4. 'heartstopper: volume 5' by alice oseman

3/5 stars — cute and nice to read as a queer british teenager, i like alice oseman's art a lot and i liked how she approached the topics discussed in it. only 3 stars just because like it doesn't really speak to me personally not because it isn't good or anything

5. 'never let me go' by kazuo ishiguro

4/5 stars — i have a weird relationship with his writing i feel like with both the books i've read by him the endings have just been a bit lacking for me? but not for a reason i can actually define and i still really liked the rest of the book and i really like his writing style as well

6. 'yellowface' by rebecca f. kuang

4/5 stars — not my favourite work by her but i found it really interesting to read. idk it's been quite controversial and i don't think i know enough about the issues discussed in the book to have an opinion but it did make me think about a lot of things i'd never really considered before which was why i found it interesting

7. 'gideon the ninth' by tamsyn muir

5/5 stars — this book was right up my street; i absolutely love gideon and the way the book's written. gideon and harrowhark's relationship was really compelling and i love the concept. if you read this book (please do) i would recommend that you read the glossary before you start the book because i spent at least the first 50 pages with no idea what was going on but after that it was amazing

8. 'the seven husbands of evelyn hugo' by taylor jenkins reid

3/5 stars — kind of just not my thing, sorry to all my friends who love it (none of them are on tumblr lol). i thought it was interesting but it just wasn't really my taste

9. 'tsunami girl' by julian sedgwick and chie kutsuwada

4/5 stars — i definitely didn't expect to enjoy this as much as i did but i actually really liked it the whole way through. the characters were great and i found the romance subplot way more well-written and believable than i expected (this might just be me because i'm a bit weird about reading relationships as romantic in books so a lot of straight romance where they sort of just expect you to pick up on it as romantic purely because it's a boy and a girl comes across as really flat to me and i end up just deciding that they're only friends to me whereas in this book i actually did read their relationship as romantic and wanted them to go out)

10. 'nation' by terry pratchett

5/5 stars — i think this is the first terry pratchett i've read other than good omens and i really, really enjoyed it. it took me a while to get into but i liked the characters and also found the sort-of-romance in this believable which was cool. also just really interesting to be honest, i recommend this as well

[helianskies]

ugly maths.

i hate maths, right. i don't usually like numbers, and if i do like numbers it's gotta be an 8 or a 48 and nothing else.

thing is, i've recently caught myself doing maths again. ugly maths. the kind of maths that, really, i've been trying to avoid as much as possible because, well, it's ugly!

you... wanna see?

okay, fine... but don't say i didn't warn you!

ugly, see? look at all those numbers! not a 48 in sight!

huh? what's that? you don't see what i'm on about? oh... oh! hang on, lemme just—

better? yes? no? no? okay, what if i—

mmh, yes. ugly numbers. see it now? can you see why they're ugly?

here, i can make it worse.

these numbers are ugly. the maths they make me do is ugly.

now i'll level with you: the worst ones by far are the yellow numbers. the maths they make me do it the ugliest.

why ugly?

because it makes me ugly.

those numbers turn me into not only a suddenly number-obsessed fool, but a fool who also cannot understand these numbers and what they mean and why i feel like they reflect on me and my ability.

87, 75.

the thoughts are as follows:

• the orange numbers are big, so why are you being ugly about the yellow ones? you should be happy with what you have. so many nice big numbers! not everyone receives that.

• is it that there are two different audiences for these two different fics? perhaps. they are quite different works, with different appeals, and different themes. maybe you are reading too much into it.

• why are you obsessing over numbers anyway? you don't like maths! you left maths behind when you were 16, put it down!

okay, okay, fine! i'll put the maths down. right here, in fact!:

that 87 was an 83 at the start of the year. the 6161 it is attached to was a 5453.

4, 708.

ugly maths.

the 75 is a nice number. in fact, compared to 87, it is beautiful, radiant, enchanting. at the start of the year, 75 was 48. wow. now that is one sexy number!

27.

mmmm.

6161, 1061.

5100.

87, 75.

12.

mmmm.

you know, my most favourite comment left recently on a fic of mine was 2 characters long: :(

it made me :)

well, actually, it made me >:) because it was left in response, presumably, to one of the key scenes in a new chapter which left the exact impression on someone that i hoped it would.

they must be the only one who reacted like that, though.

1.

have i mentioned that that 87 and 75 include author responses?

i won't try to do more maths, there. it might not end well for me. the maths is making me tired enough as it is, and i have an early start tomorrow.

oh! but, that being said, i have another set of ugly numbers to show you, so keep 87 and 75 in mind.

ready?

838, 245.

(want a hint? the green numbers!)

838, 87. 245, 75.

9.6, 3.3.

ugly maths. it's ugly again, see? i don't like it. i'm seeing numbers within numbers within numbers, and i can't seem to stop!

the numbers make me ask new questions:

• why is it not good enough?

• people seem to engage more with one fic over the other, so shouldn't you prioritise?

• is all this maths this really good for you?

no, it isn't.

i want to avoid ugly maths. ugly maths makes me want to tear my hair out. it makes me want to start from scratch. it makes me want to grab someone and scream. it makes me want to cry and press a button that has tempted me many times before when the numbers become too ugly to bear.

ugly maths turn me into an ugly person.

ugly maths make me obsessive, paranoid, anxious, regretful, vindictive, spiteful, alone.

i hate maths. i hate numbers, just like, it feels, the numbers hate me.

[fountainpenguin]

The fact that there is currently not a single Vicky/Mark ship story on either FFN or AO3 when they are a canon couple for multiple seasons (and Mark had a crush on her for at least 9 seasons) is a CRIME, actually :/

[squarebracketsmileyface]

Okay, I'm thinking about "Promise?" "...promise." again (the lil Alex pov sequel I wrote to chapter 2 of Sorry it's locked), and just, writing from Alex's pov was so cool because I got to show the difference in how he and Jay think about things, even down to what they call the Operator.

Jay calls it a "thing" or "the faceless thing" whereas Alex calls it "the man in the black suit", because to Jay it's nothing but a monster that's been essentially hunting him down for the last however many years, whereas Alex is more familiar with it, in a way. Obviously, Alex isn't, like, friends with it, but he knows more about it than probably anyone except maybe Tim. It's been a constant in his life for years, so he's grown familiar with it and given it more of a name than Jay has.

Which, in my mind, also points to Alex having more of an acceptance of the Operator as part of his life, whereas Jay still refuses to just lie down and accept that maybe the Operator is here to stay. So Jay refuses to give it a name, and Alex doesn't.

[radicalrobotz]

actually why is the new fop cartoon animated like the ppg special from 2014

[icewindandboringhorror]

Misc daily life images

[gibbearish]

so like i want to talk more abt what suicidal means but the problem is "suicidal ideation presents in two general forms, active and passive. the thing most people think of as suicidal is the active version, where the person *actively* desires to be dead and/or is making a plan to get there. the passive form however gets almost no attention in media so many people experiencing it are unaware they are even depressed, much less passively suicidal. some examples: not wanting to experience death but feeling like you wouldn't mind if you didn't wake up tomorrow or just stopped existing; feeling deeply exhausted with just the entire concept of being alive; even feeling like you want to run away, change your name, and start a whole new life; none of these look like suicidal ideation to most people because they don't involve actively doing anything to get from point a to point b, especially the more abstract ones like the start a new life thing - but remember that in order to truly start a whole new life, you have to destroy your current one. it's not suicidal as in wanting to actually DIE die, it's just. wanting something close enough to scratch the itch. but just because you haven't booked the ticket doesn't mean you don't still revisit the 'vacation activities at point b' tab occasionally to daydream, yknow?" is i think very informative and specific, but its also quite long and run on-y so people are v likely to tap out like a third of the way through it, whereas "suicidal doesnt necessarily mean wanting to die" is way shorter and therefore catchier, but is also the kind of nonspecific phrasing that gets you a thousand angry anons about how you said all suicidal people are just pretending they actually want to die or some dumb shit. so it's a fun line to toe