#not to brag but i think my story is really fucking cool

[godsofhumanity]

Having buried the dead eight legged horse (it's a clone, Sleipnir is fine, having the protection of being baby), if you were to imagine ships or friendships between deities from different pantheons, do you have any ideas?

hee hee, Sleipnir, you got away this time!

yes sure literally my whole existence was to think up friendships between different pantheons!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

also, i am inviting you to peruse my set of miscellaneous hc's that might intrigue u, given the subject of ur ask 😎

with ships, let me just get it out of the way that i really don't care for "non-canon" ships... but one time i did think about Apollo x Freyja because a) the aesthetics ✨ and b) i just think their personalities are super nice together... Freyja's a very badass warrior chick, and Apollo is great in a fight too, but both of them also have a peaceful, emotional side (Freyja crying tears of blood and gold everytime her husband Odr leaves, Apollo remembering many of his lovers with beautiful flowers).. idk.. i think it could work.

on to friendships :))))))))))))

obviously guy scouts, the tricksters, fite club, queen club go without saying, but i've already discussed them before (see: miscellaneous hc's) so i wont bring them up again.

Demeter & Freyr

an easy one to think about... both of them are gods of the harvest, i think they would have a lot in common and they'd bond over farming techniques, etc.

Demeter's a little more quick-tempered than Freyr i think.. but i think Freyr's generally-calm exterior would make them quick friends.

ATHENA & THOR

capital letters because this one makes me excited!!!!

we know that Athena is one of the strongest warriors in Olympus, and equipped with the aegis, she's pretty terrifying. similarly, Thor is also easily the powerhouse of Asgard, and equipped with mjolnir, he's insanely strong..

so i love the idea of Athena and Thor sparring together and pushing each other to become greater warriors than they already are.

Apep & Veles

this one's kinda strange, and no doubt obscure.. it's something i made up for a myth-story i was writing, but i really like the idea of it.

unlike most of the trickster/bad guy kind of gods in myth who do bad things for a) the fun of it, or b) for revenge, i like the idea that Apep and Veles have an awareness of how necessary their existence is to balance the world, i.e. you can't have a world with only good, or only bad, both must exist.

my hc is that Apep hangs around with the tricksters sometimes, but doesn't think all that much of them because he perceives them to be petty and arrogant... but Veles, who is somehow both friends and arch-enemies with his rival Perun, doesn't really act that way, and because he's so much younger than Apep, Apep kinda adopts him as his little bad-guy-in-training, almost a mirror of the way Ra adopts Set.

idk.. i think it's cute but idk if this made sense LOL

Ra, Helios & Sol

i mean. they're all personifications of the Sun, it feels like this goes without saying.

where Ra was just kinda born the moment the Earth was, Helios and Sol came much after that time, and we know Ra has a penchant for adopting younger gods hee hee, so i like the idea of Ra being a sort-of mentor for Helios & Sol that blossoms into a close-knit friendship...

Ra and Helios both strike me as flamboyant, dramatic guys, so they're natural friends... Sol is quieter i think, but she can be very outgoing when she wants to be ^-^

Hel & Hades

i like the idea that Hel comes to Asgard as a child, and actually becomes the ruler of Helheim while still a child.. so she's not really an expert on being a queen or ruling anything, etc.

but Hades has his own daughter, Macaria, who i imagine to be a bit mischievous and likes to cross the borders of the Underworld on her own and go exploring... so i hc that Macaria and Hel are very good friends, Hel being only slightly older than Macaria.

as a result, i think Hades sees quite a bit of Hel... personally, i don't imagine Loki taking up much of a fatherly role, but i hc that Hades looks out for Hel as he would his own daughter, and guides her and gives her advice and stuff.

Anubis also has a daughter, Kebechet, who i imagine forms a little trio of death gods with Macaria and Hel, but i wont talk about that ehehehehehe

ok my brain's freezing up with excitement haha i can't think of anything more rn but i hope this is ok :-))

[jvzebel-x]

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[weebsinstash]

Kinda obsessed with the idea of a reader pregnant with Lucifer's kid and just he's really into it and wants to get married while the readers there being like damn I just wanted the bragging rights of saying I fucked the king of hell and now I have to be married to him !?!

Reader: ugh oh my god that dick was so fucking good, thanks Lucifer

Lucifer, currently painting sigils with his own blood on your tummy: oh my god, no, I know, right, it was amazing, I had an amazing time

Reader: hey uhhhhhhh by the way, what are you

Lucifer, taking a break from speaking ancient Latin incantations: oh hey, no don't worry about it it's totally cool I'm just, doing a thing here

Reader watching the very foundation of Hell shake around them like an earthquake as all the candles in the room burn higher and the unseen spirits of the damned sing comgratulatory praises for their dark lord: you know this kiiiiiiiiinda feels like you miiiiiight be doing something kinda sinister and magic-y right now

Lucifer, watching his symbol appear on your belly: whaaaaaaaaat, no, that's crazy! It's just a little.... surprise! Nothing to worry about! So hey also completely unrelated but I kind of need to splash some of this goat's blood on you--

I feel like sleeping or even FLIRTING with Lucifer is the ultimate case of fuck around and find out because at the very least you have an all powerful clingy depressed obsessive boyfriend in THE DEVIL and at his very worst you have you know THE DEVIL, treating you as his equal half, wanting all to bow before you, worship you, erecting churches with stained glass telling the Epic Tale of how you two fell in love, wanting you draped in fineries, at his side at all times, having only the best

I just feel like... he's one of those yandere that really could take you 0 to 100. You fuck the guy ONCE as like a drunken one night stand, a real "fuck it why not maybe it'll be fun" kinda romp, and then he's making plans behind your back about marriage because, well, he just loves you so much already that he can't see doing anything else! 🥰 like can you imagine going from getting cream pied to like only a week later some church is getting constructing with like biblical art of "oh how the king of hell met another and fell in love" and it's foretelling some epic saga that hasn't even. Happened yet. Like imagine the whiplash of finding out the guy you casually fucked is dedicating buildings to. A story of. How he impregnated and married you and you guys "lived happily ever after" and you still barely know him

I like the contrasting options of Lucifer intentionally impregnating you vs unintentionally because THE VISUAL of like. He's just nutted and you're laying there amd he looks down and suddenly there's this little glowing moving picture on your skin of a snake twining around, circling, becoming an apple with a heart or some-- this is a real specific genre of fetish I'm discussing here ok we don't need to like exactly describe whatever magical mark of pregnancy the devil gives you fjdnfjf. But the apple appears and he's blinking at it and, finally, it clicks, and he's all "BABY! B-BABY! IT'S A BABY HHHOHHHHH MY GOD" and he's like EXCITED but also just like. Do you think he'd get a little biblical drooling about 'your womb being blessed' or some shit. Your absolute fucking LUCK OR LACK THEFEOF if Lucifer turned out to ACCIDENTALLY BE CORRECT and you kind of WERE created to be his wife or end up with him, like GOD is up there, "yeah Luci I threw you a bone, enjoy it 👍" like SHIT the one time you ARE cosmically fated to have a mate and it's AFTER YOU DIE? It's also LUCIFER MORNINGSTAR???

I feel like, genuinely the only way Lucifer would mistreat the Reader is completely unintentionally, like he has a bout of depression and neglects you a little, or he becomes socially withdrawn and you think he doesn't like you but really he's just feeling sad or working on something that's really important to him. I mean. This is BESIDES the possibility of confinement but that's for your protection and it's not like you're in PRISON. This guy is clearly packed with goofy loving positive energy. He'll be taking you to the circus and to musicals with his daughter like you've always been a member of the family, getting you your own special throne to sit beside his own. He's having audience with like some wretched soul, there are flames, he's being TERRIFYING, telling them how they've betrayed him and he's going to tear their soul to pieces and sentencs them to eternal suffering, and then he turns to you, "I'm sorry am I making it too hot in here shnookums 🥰 I don't wanna make you and our lil hellion uncomfy 🥰" like.... truly, you got yourself a man that can do both

[wifeofsnowbaird]

can you do a Tom Blyth x reader where they are filming like a romcom or something and they fall in love over the course of filming? i was thinking fluff but i would not be upset if it somehow ended up with some smut in their trailer ;) , just follow your heart!! lots of love ❤️

ofc! I’m absolutely shitty at smut tho i might try with this one but idk so fluff it is❤️ it’s gonna have 3 parts bc it’s definitely gonna need more than a short post!

this first part isnt really when they're filming i just wanted Tom to have a slight crush after seeing ur story and wanted a small scene with Rachel and Josh!

So long I've been out in the rain and snow.

But the winter's come and gone, and a little bird told me so.

Part 1/Part 2/

(Tom Blyth x actress!reader)

summary: you and Tom meet for the first time while Josh is in the middle of the livestream. It's become the new famous ship of the internet.

You were one of the newest actresses in Hollywood and luckily you managed to grab a role with one of the most famous actors right now, Tom Blyth.

Ever since he starred in The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes, people have been thirsting for him like he was water.

You wouldn't lie, you were one of them, but you two were supposed to meet in a coffee shop, reciting your lines and you were late.

" Oh you're [Name] [Last name], nice to meet you! Sorry, my friends decided to follow me here. "

Tom grinned, blue eyes twinkling in the sunlight, an apology gleaming in his pupils.

"No worries, it's fine! I'm so sorry I'm late, it was just traffic!"

" Don't worry, I'm just glad you made it!"

You took in a deep breath and extended your arm for a handshake. Surprisingly, he hugged you instead. You met the two 'friends' who are actually fucking Josh Rivera and Rachel Zegler who were seemingly livestreaming on Instagram.

" And here is the new couple! Say hi, you two love birds!"

Tom rolled his eyes before letting you go to tell Josh off.

" We aren't dating, we actually just met."

Josh turned, confused for a second before gazing at Tom's phone that was left on his chair.

"Wait, seriously? Didn't you see a post of her being your new co-star in that rom-com you're doing and started bragging a lot to Rachel and me? What's it?"

He thought for a minute before his eyes lit up and he smiled brightly.

"Oh, yeah! Sweet truth, where a girl had a bunch of exes tell lies and cheat but then finds a man who tells her nothing but the truth?"

Tom hissed and shut Josh up by covering his mouth, before he noticed Rachel leaning toward confused you, beginning to tell you the whole story.

His panicked face turned red.

" So it was a couple weeks ago, we were just calmly hanging out after reshooting some Ballad scenes when Tom showed us your Insta where you were like, I don't know, talking about the movie you're gonna be in! He was literally obsessed, I am not kidding."

She shrugged as Tom glared at her for spilling his secret.

"I'm sorry, I mean you're beautiful and I-"

He cleared his throat, unable to continue because of his embarrassment.

You giggled, shrugging.

" It's cool, I mean I think you're hot-I mean handsome too."

Inside you were literally screaming at yourself for exposing the fact that he's your celebrity crush.

" Uh, guys, I hope this isn't method acting because I'd be really disappointed in you, Tom" Josh snickered, sharing a mischievous glance with Rachel.

Tom rolled his eyes, smiling at you before beckoning to the chair beside him.

" Let's, uh, practice...?"

[vimbry]

*if you've heard a couple songs but don't really know much about them, or haven't listened in a long while, you can play!

update: the highest votes went to gudetama. but was it correct? here are the full titles and albums.

❌ "put your hand inside the puppet head" - they might be giants

the opening verse makes reference to leaving one's job and how "it's sad to say, you will romanticise all the things you've known before. it was not, not, not so great". according to flansburgh, "the lyric revolves around the idea that looking back on anything colors it in sentimentality".

❌ "I'll sink manhattan" - they'll need a crane (ep)/miscellaneous T

this is a flansburgh song, but linnell explained its meaning in a 1989 interview with NME as "a song about a guy who somehow figures out how to sink the island of manhattan just to kill his ex-lover, so it's his apology to the other people he's gonna kill in between. he's just gotta do it!"

❌ "meet james ensor" - john henry

it's about james ensor (belgium's famous painter).

❌ "wicked little critta" - mink car

from the tmbg unlimited collection: "forged in the crucible of an eastern massachusetts junior high, this song expresses the dreams, fears and hopes of a new england young adult" the lyrics seem to suggest said young adult fantasising about being a sports star alongside bobby orr and john havlicek while goofing off outside.

❌ "working undercover for the man" - mink car

from flansburgh: "it's more a meditation on the "mod squad" [a 1968 crime series about cool undercover detectives] than anything else. the idea of the narc just seems... like, those episodes of "dragnet" where they have the young undercover dress in a hippie suit."

✔️ "talent is an asset" - kimono my house

the lyrics illustrate an overly-cautious family shielding their very gifted child from others, to keep him studious and soak in all the glory, and is heavily implied to be little albert einstein through puns on relatives and relativity. it's not by them, tho. it's by the band sparks. it came 2nd, so I think many of you recognised it (or really wanted to see the results!)

❌ "bee of the bird of the moth" - the else

"this is a song about a creature called a hummingbird moth, which imitates another creature, which imitates yet another creature. it's completely fucked up, and can only be explained in song!" so they did.

❌ "2082" - join us

thewrap's review of the album describes this song as, "a science-fiction short story (...) a protagonist who travels into the future, finds himself hobbled but still unhappily alive all the way into the next millennium, and travels back to the title year to smother himself with a pillow in a mercy killing". fun!

❌ "call you mom" - nanobots

referred to by linnell as an "oedipus pan" song, the lyrics follow an unfortunate young man beginning a relationship with a woman, getting dumped due to his behaviour of treating her like a mother figure, then infantilising a possibly younger woman in a different relationship and in turn leaving her, who goes on to experience the same issues. fun! (altho, the final chorus actually still refers to her Mom leaving, not her dad, I got the details wrong there in the poll).

❌ "gudetama's busy days" - dial-a-song / my murdered remains

yes, that's a real song. quote flansburgh: "(...) it is really just about feeling isolated from the world, even if you are in a crowded place and manically trying to keep up with your life. the character of gudetama appealed to me because he is such a mopey sad sack."

❌ "marty beller mask" - album raises new and troubling questions

this is real, too! it's just about how marty beller was actually an alter ego of whitney houston the whole time. he's not, but wouldn't that be interesting. the song name-checks multiple of her own in the lyrics. it was temporarily retired out of respect following houston's death (4 months after its release), returning to live performances ten years later in 2022.

[slytherhys]

June in January (Because I'm in Love)

Prompt: Powers & Possibilities (but make it Witchy!) @elriel-month

A/N: So I've had this AU in my mind for a really long time and I thought it'd be perfect for this prompt. It is kinda different from how I usually write so please bear with me. I hope I managed to make it at the very least a cute read! Enjoy 🌼

TW: Swearing, Blood and Violence (mentioned because Az is an idiot!)

You can also read this story on AO3!

The first time Azriel visits the witch’s cottage on the outskirts of Velaris, it’s against his will.

For starters, he has never been a fan of witches – not of their unrestrained power and certainly not of their blood-drinking habits. He is also a firm believer that, despite Mor’s insistence, Madja would’ve been perfectly able to fix him up with whatever medicine she usually gave Cassian whenever he got punched in the face.

But after a sparring session gone wrong, a vicious hit to the face that takes both him and Cassian by surprise, and a pounding headache only made worse by Cassian’s incessant bragging about knocking out the Shadowsinger for the first time in centuries, Azriel barely bats an eye when Mor presses a piece of parchment to his hand and nearly forces him to visit her dear friend.

“You can thank me later.” She says with an impish smile. “Preferably with chocolates.”

Azriel doesn’t bother asking any questions – namely, who her friend is. Or rather what . With a nasty black eye, a bruised ego and absolutely no desire to take part in any small talk with a stranger, he simply goes, dazed, and confused as to how the fuck he let himself be punched in the face by Cassian, of all people.

But when he first gets there, he has to wonder if Mor is pranking him. 

The cottage is covered in ivy, idyllic enough that one could think it actually belongs to the landscape where it stands. The garden surrounding him is an array of colours and scents, neatly organised by a logic Azriel does not pretend to understand. It looks innocent enough, all things considered.

But something in him goes still as he takes in the landscape in front of him. His eyes narrow as he watches the flowers sway softly in the cool January breeze. They’re beautiful and fragrant and would raise absolutely no suspicion on any other given day – if not for the fact they were in full bloom despite it being the middle of winter.

And then he sees it – a plain, wooden sign, the lettering a loopy cursive that speaks of lovely, gentle things. If it wasn’t for what they spell out, of course.

Elain’s Herbs & Potions

His entire body goes cold, and it speaks of his self-control that Azriel doesn’t shoot to the skies without a glance back. Because he knows –vividly remembers – all the tales of witches he grew up hearing about. Of their all-seeing eyes and their crooked smiles that promised nothing but pain and horror. The tales of their rituals and tricks not even the most cunning soldier could escape. Even Rhys, for all his powers and smarts, has never showed much interest in coming across a witch.

He's wondering why, exactly, Mor ever thought it’d be a good idea to send him here when he sees her.

The first thing he notices, oddly enough, is how small she is. After living next to Amren for most of his life, Azriel is not foolish enough to ever think that a sign of weakness, but it intrigues him all the same. Then, he’s utterly aware of how she doesn’t look anything like what he thought she’d look like. There’s no yellowed teeth, no wispy, greying hair, no soulless eyes.

Instead, all he sees is long, golden-brown hair and chocolate eyes. A yellow dress that compliments her tanned skin and red cheeks and speaks of warmer, sunnier days. She’s carrying a wicker basket overflowing with flowers, but the scent that trails after her is all her – sweet and sour, and Az feels his legs nearly giving out from under him, it’s probably completely unrelatable.

Elain , he assumes, and never a name has ever sounded so sweet.

When she looks up and spots him, she smiles, as if she was waiting for him and is pleased to see he's finally here. His heart tumbles inside his chest and he tells himself it’s because he’s in the presence of a witch – not because he’s suddenly wanting things he’s never wanted before.

She eyes him curiously and he has

to stop himself from asking her what’s on her mind, even if it suddenly feels

like the most important thing he’s ever needed to know.

“Can I help you?” She asks sweetly. Her voice echoes through him, and something inside him settles. He, however, can’t bring himself to speak, swallowing dryly as he stares and stares and stares . The woman - Elain ,

he thinks with delight - tilts her head, furrowing her brow as her chocolate

eyes trace his face. “That doesn’t look good.” She mutters and Azriel has to

remind himself of the reason he’s here in the first place.

“A fight.” He says oh-so-eloquently , and he’s surprised she doesn’t seem alarmed in

the slightest by his response. As if, perhaps, this is a normal occurrence for

her. He doesn’t know why that bothers him, but it does. 

Elain, oblivious to his nonsensical thoughts, simply nods and turns on her feet, disappearing inside her cottage without another word. Azriel remains where he is, unsure of what to do. All of a sudden, he can’t recall why he ever feared witches in the first place, why he ever believed the tales his brothers told him in the middle of the night when they were too young to know any better. 

And fuck if they knew any better. 

It takes the pretty witch less than five minutes to return, this time carrying a small basket in her hands, each one of her steps a small symphony of bottles clicking against each other until she’s standing in front of him. He looks down at the basket with intrigue and pretends that her closeness isn’t making his skin tingle. He listens carefully as she explains – a bit shyly, Azriel notices with satisfaction – how he must apply the green ointment to his bruises, at what time he must drink the periwinkle potion and how many times a day the white paste must be applied to reduce the swelling of his cheek.

When he nods in thanks and turns to leave, it’s entirely too soon and a pang echoes through his body as he desperately tries to come up with ways of prolonging his stay but comes up empty instead. His skin feels too tight, his cheeks too hot, his hands too clammy. He vaguely wonders if he’s running a fever - if maybe he can ask her for a cure for that as well. 

She walks by his side until they’re standing on the limits of her property, like maybe she doesn't want him to leave just yet either. He feels oddly mislaid; uncertain of what to do and who to be. All his convictions turn into ash and suddenly there’s only one thing he knows for sure: he’s going to have to get punched again, because there’s not a chance in this world he isn’t seeing Elain again.

“Who won?” Azriel turns to her as she asks, confusion clear on his face. Elain, not one to be put off by his silence, clarifies, “The fight.”

Azriel chuckles softly. “Not me.”

She frowns like she's not entirely happy with his response. “Well, make sure you win next time. Okay?” 

But the second time Azriel visits the witch’s cottage, just on the outskirts of Velaris, Elain greets him with a brilliant smile, not disappointed in the slightest to see him sporting a new bruise and a busted lip.

It shouldn’t surprise him how beautiful she looks, but he still is taken aback when he first sees her. Her hair is tumbling down her back in a messy braid, a too-big straw hat on her head and a small streak of dirt on her cheek that she probably isn’t aware of. Her cheeks are flushed from the sun, her blue dress reminds him of ripe blueberries, and the way it sways with her every step reminds him of flying in the summer breeze.

This time around, there’s no doubt in his mind he’s right where he should be. A familiar feeling of contentment rushes through his body, as if after weeks of waiting to see her, he can finally let himself relax and enjoy this small moment of reprieve (and really, who can blame him for wanting to get punched again?).

When Elain asks him what happened this time around, Azriel doesn’t dare tell her he made sure to pick Rhys during this week’s sparring session; that he made sure the most powerful High Lord in history punched him just in the right place so that he could bust his lip open. He doesn’t tell her about the confused look on his friend’s face as Azriel smiled maniacally when he felt the blood on his lips, nor does he tell her he tried to go for a broken nose instead so that maybe she would touch him too.

He simply smiles sheepishly at the pretty witch and utters something about distractions, making her blush under his stare as she turns around and scolds him for being so careless, all the while making a package of too many potions he doesn’t entirely need. (He still hasn’t used up all the old ones, but he doesn't tell her that either).

When Elain finally turns to him, her eyes drop to his lips and Azriel feels fire licking up at his spine. She watches him with curiosity and something else lingering in those cinnamon eyes. Amusement, perhaps?

For a brief, panicky moment, he wonders if she can see right through him. As it is, Azriel doesn’t exactly know where her power lies, and for all he knows every lie, every excuse is pointless in the presence of this witch.

Elain, however, doesn’t seem too concerned by his lies. “What is your favourite fruit?” She asks instead, eyes flickering to his as if nervous to see his reaction. 

Azriel tucks away his puzzlement and says, “Blueberries,” pretending the whole time it’s not only because of the colour of her dress. She nods once, as if the answer satisfies her, and hands him the basket.

“Be careful, okay?” She tells him in that honeyed voice and Azriel can think of nothing else to say, so he nods and leaves without a glance back.

He pretends he doesn’t miss her the entire flight back home.

The third time Azriel visits Elain’s cottage, he is greeted by a brilliant smile that sends his heart racing inside his chest. Elain, still bent over a shrub, tells him about the new batch of healing potions she’s been perfecting so he can try them, and he tries not to show just how pleased he is that she has been thinking about him, waiting for him to return. She doesn’t ask him about his bandaged shoulder and Azriel doesn’t tell her about the lecture he got from Rhys once the High Lord of the Night Court realised what was going on.

“These ones taste like blueberries.” She says, handing him three new potions he’s never seen before. He frowns slightly. “They’re your favourite.” She explains, and the expectant smile on her face makes it impossible for him to come clean. He isn’t even sure he likes blueberries, but he thanks her anyway and smiles the whole way home.

The fourth time Azriel visits Elain’s cottage, he has just returned from a mission abroad. When she hears the rustle of his wings, she turns to him with that brilliant smile of hers. To her credit, she doesn’t stop smiling when he sees the heavy expression on his face. She simply stands up, holds his hand, and leads him to a wooden bench under a willow tree behind her house.

They sit there for hours, without a word ever being spoken. He doesn’t know how Elain knows he doesn’t wish to speak, but he’s thankful all the same.

When he returns home, he doesn’t take any potions with him, but nevertheless something inside him feels mended; lighter than it has ever felt before. For a quiet, lovely moment he wonders if maybe he’s worthy of having his hands held despite the scars marring his skin and the idea of such a life follows him all the way home.

The fifth time Azriel returns to Elain’s cottage, nothing seems to be amiss - both Cassian and Rhysand refuse to fight him (since Rhysand promptly forbade them), and Azriel can’t seem to find any more excuses to see her again. Until he realises he doesn’t need them anymore.

As he flies to her house, a million scenarios rush through his mind as he wonders how she’ll react. If she’ll welcome him with her beaming smile, watching him as if she’d been waiting for him all along or if instead, she’ll find it so weird to find him uninjured she’ll send him on his way the second she understands why, exactly, he’s there. Azriel isn’t foolish enough to believe he’d be so lucky, but he wants to brave enough to find out.

He finds sitting in the middle of the daisies, looking for all the world like she has been painted into the landscape to make it all the more appealing. When she sees him, a smile lights up her face, eyes taking him in as he walks her way and Azriel isn’t entirely sure why, but every single doubt tainting his mind melts away into a puddle at the expression on her face.

Elain doesn’t say a word. She simply waits, rising to her feet and watching him with an expectant look in her eyes.   

“I don’t need anything today.” He says by way of greeting, and she gives him a tentative smile. 

“But you’re here.” She says gingerly, not a trace of confusion on her face.

Which makes him confused in return. “I am.” He says, and Elain chuckles, the sound low and so sweet, so perfect his heart nearly leaps from his chest to try and catch the sound. He can’t stop watching her as certainty settles deep into his bones.

Elain blows a breath like she’s finally had enough of his silence. Her cheeks pinken under his stare but she isn’t deterred. “Are you finally going to ask me out, Azriel?” She asks a bit exasperatedly. “Or is the Shadowsinger going to keep getting his ass handed to him until he finds the courage?”

He’s speechless for one second. Two. Three. He vaguely thinks of Mor and how she described Elain as her dear friend . And then he’s wondering if he’s truly that transparent and if she’s known what he had been doing all along – gathering the courage to kiss her, have her in any way he can get.

And then he’s not wondering anymore - he’s pulling her into his arms instead, kissing her until they both can’t breathe, until the sun falls behind the trees, until the cool breeze of January makes Elain shiver in his arms, reminding them of where they are. That, despite the blooming garden and the warmth of their kiss, it’s still January and there’s an entire world out there waiting for them to start the rest of their lives.

But none of it seems to matter as Elain pulls away from him, never letting go of his hand as she asks, “Do you want to come inside?”

And later that night, when the colours of dawn chase away the darkness of the night, with Elain sleeping soundly against his chest, Azriel smiles, shaking his head in disbelief.

Because he now owes Mor a very big fucking box of chocolates.

[memecucker]

Thinking about this time in college when I went to a start of year party at the dorm of my friend who also happened to become my neighbor that year and she had a roommate who I kinda like immediately clicked with like we shared similar interests and we kept returning to having conversations bc it felt like we were both interested in talking to the other and when I mentioned that I had a student membership at the Art Institute of Chicago and would study in the lounge she thought that was really cool and would like it if I could show her around it later on after she’s settled in. And I was thinking oh cool I got a date with a cool neighbor girl neat plus I’m friends with her roommate. So the next week my roommates and my friend and her roommates minus the one I was interested went out and I asked about her and my friend said she was busy and same thing next week and eventually my friend picked up that I liked her roommate and she got out that the girl I liked was trying to not sound rude and actually didn’t like going to clubs and holy shit neither did I I only came because I thought she would. So my friend said that next weekend the girl is gonna be out of town but after that she’ll try one more time to get her to come and if not she’ll throw a room party so the two of us can chat again and I can ask her out. Sweet

Anyway one of the ppl she invited was an old high school guy friend that showed up a day early (while the girl I was interested in was still out of town) to stay over and also this guy was a coke fiend that brought a lot of cocaine to share and he bragged about all the cocaine and he was bad enough of a coke fiend that he was picking it out of the carpet when the lines were finished which I thought it was funny bc it was pretty fucking shitty cocaine compared to what my ex-raver roommate had and also this guy was the son of the mayor of a Chicago suburb so he obviously has never faced consequences before type and also liked heavily quoting rap lyrics with the n word and also once left me in a room with my unconscious friend and closed the door behind him as if he was expecting me to do something and was giving a courtesy. Also got the vibe he may have invited himself over.

Anyway the next day at some point around noon the girl I was interested in came back and saw someone trashed in their living room and also broke into her room and trashed it and stole basically all the valuables and yes it was the scummy rich white boy coke fiend that somehow has coke that felt like it was cut with table salt son of Chicago suburb mayor that stole her stuff and somehow thought he’d get away with it which didn’t happen because his dad has no influence over Chicago PD or the girls family who happened to be lawyers.

So obviously she changed dorms and partially blames my friend for what happened for inviting or at least not kicking out/watching that guy and they then absolutely hated each other I won’t go into all the details.

Anyway that’s the story of how I accidentally influenced a chain of events that caused the the girl I was gonna ask out to get her room burglarized and incinerating the chances of actually getting a date bc what was I gonna say “hey remember me I’m the friend of the roommate that brought over a guy that robbed you? Wanna see the Andy Warhol exhibit?”

[bringerofplagues]

Some underrated ASOIAF characters who deserve more attention

As the title says, this post will be about some of my favourite ASOIAF characters who i think deserve more attention.

Aurane Waters:

The first character on this list is Aurane Waters. Now Auranes story isn’t very deep but he is fun, entertaining and cool as hell. So he starts out fighting with Stannis at the battle of blackwater bay, then he ends up joining Cersei on the small council and manages to charm her by looking like Rhaegar, and then he runs off with her newly build navy. Now i do not like Cersei so people who can play her and beat her at her own game instantly have a place in my heart. I should also mention that i love pirates and there is strong evidence that Aurane will become the pirate king known as the Lord of The Waters using the ships he stole from Cersei. This also puts him in an interesting position going forward as he could realistically join any faction in the current conflict and be a big player which is really cool. My last point is this, just look at him, the dude absolutely fucks:

Rodrik Harlaw, aka The Reader: Rodrik is Asha and Theons maternal uncle and he is my favourite ironborn character. In many ways he reminds me of Doran Martell, an fatherly figure to a female pov character who is noted to be more cautious than the people around him and who is looked down upon by many within his culture. I also like his quirk of loving books, even having had septons at his home to help him care for his collection. I also love his relationship with Asha, being a better father figure to her than Balon was ,as well as her biggest supporter (that title might be challenged by Qarl and Tristifer). He also seems to be scheming to protect Asha from her forced marriage by overturning the kingsmoot, as he sends her a book that specifically mentions that a kingsmoot can be nullified if a claimant was not present, in this case that would be Theon. And then there was the time he owned Euron the Incel with just 2 words. Euron was bragging about having sailed to Valyria when Rodrik says: “Have you?” which clearly pisses Euron off. Fucking legend

Brynden Rivers, Aka Bloodraven: Ok so, Bloodraven does get a lot of attention especially from the theorist community who have the saying “when in doubt blame Bloodraven”. But i don’t think enough people give attention to him as a character. The cool thing about Bloodravens character is that he seems to be a product of his enviroment. Bloodraven grew up in kings landing as one of the great bastards of king Aegon The Unworthy. He famously suffered albinism which resulted in him having to wear heavy black clothes all of his life. This would have gone on since his childhood, and we know that this trade made people not trust him. So people have apparently distrusted him since he could walk outside. Imagine what that does to a kid. And then at some point he figures out he is a skinchanger. And that is when he becomes the master of the game of thrones and worlds best spymaster.I love this because a lot of characters justify their distrust of him because of how good of a spy he is, but he became that way because no one trusted him. And lets not forget that he was apparently a really nice military leader. At least enough to where most of his private army, The Ravens Teeth, decided to join him on the wall despite being under no obligation to do so. That show some major respect from his men. And at last he has some really cool Odin symbolism going on with the one eye and the ravens and all that.

[spicysix]

🔀 stargyle (if you’re still accepting these <3)

yes i am! thank you for sending ♡ i got Butter by BTS

ooohoho so i'm thinking spicy six get-together and they're all a few (a lot) drinks in and so they start talking about their love sex lives and steve's bragging on and on about how he's the best flirt, that people fall to his feet all the time and robin and eddie are begrudgingly agreeing because they go clubbing together and steve always has a line of people wanting him and he never leaves alone. steve's like "yeah i treat them right y'know can't help it i just got it" with the most ridiculously smug smile. jonathan looks at nancy who just shrugs and robin points it out that steve was able to make nancy 'cool head' wheeler fall for his harrington charm so there's no arguing there. and jonathan's like, ok nancy's a big one but it's not possible that you are able to just make everyone melt and steve's like "bet" so jonathan looks at argyle who's on the armchair just smoking his joint and watching the whole banter with a soft smile. argyle's the chilliest dude there is. he doesn't yearn. he doesn't pine. things like that are simple for him, jonathan's seen him getting it time and time again and he might get a little nervous sometimes but he goes straight for the prize and his sincerity always makes him more attractive to people (cue to argyle's soft smile turning into a funny smirk and his eyebrow rising as jonathan is so very adamant in defending his chilliness... no one else notices, but eddie thinks that's Suspicious). so anyway jonathan dares steve to make argyle lose his shit with the harrington charm, is so sure steve can't do it and steve's like "you're gonna eat your words byers"

long story short steve spends the next two weeks wooing argyle in every way he can, brings the harrington charm to a top level, stuff no one's seen before, the best dates he can come up with and. it really is kind of hard, he hates to admit it. but argyle is always so casual about stuff. he nevers turns steve down and he compliments his efforts but it's really so different than the infatuated responses steve's used to

so the next biweekly spicy six get-together comes around and jonathan asks steve for his results and steve's shoulders drop and he looks down ready to be humiliated when he feels argyle's arms on his shoulder and wow he never noticed how good the guy smells, and is he playing with steve's ear and are those goosebumps steve's feeling? argyle looks jonathan straight in the eyes and is like "my man here won the bet, he's deliciously charming" and steve's never been more confused because he really didn't think it was working, and is argyle lying for him? "are you lying for him?" robin asks because let's be honest she knows everything that happened because steve told her, the boy's ego is crushed. argyle shrugs without taking his arm off of steve's shoulders "nah man i really can look chill from the outside but i was mentally like twirling my hair n shit" he giggles, GIGGLES. steve's going feral. then he turns to steve and jesus christ his face is so close and he looks so pretty "guess i should have my turn to woo you now huh stevie-boy?" with a shit eating grin and steve is fucking red everywhere and eddie is cackling in the background and jonathan and nancy share a funny look as if that has been the plan all along...

send me a 🔀 and a pairing, and i’ll shuffle my playlist and make an au based on the first song that comes up

[haystarlight]

Disabilities and Disclosure

@lollytea made a post about this idea and I went with it.

I don't have dyslexia. If you or someone you know has it, I'd appreciate your input!

@avatarmerida @fairytales-and-folklore

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"Disabilities and Disclosure"

"I'm gonna have to borrow that book when you're done with it!"

Willow wasn't really thinking when she made that promise. She'd been too caught up in Hunter's cool outfit and his sweet smile to realize what she was signing up for. She'd been so preoccupied with flirting with the cute boy she didn't bother to think she was actually going to have to read that book later.

At first, she put it off. They were busy fighting villains, rebuilding society, rebuilding their homes, starting a new semester at Hexside. Then, a few months after she and Hunter started dating, he remembered she had expressed interest in reading Cosmic Frontier.

Oh no.

"Here you go! you can keep it, I have another copy at home."

"Aww, Sunflower, this is so nice of you."

Hunter blushed, he always blushed when she called him that.

Aw fuck. The book was even bigger than she remembered.

"A little fat, ain't it?" She chuckled nervously "how did you read it all in 2 days?"

"Haha well, yeah. I don't wanna brag but you do remember I've been called a 'genius teen prodigy'," He said this in a tone that sounded like he did want to brag. "it's not that fat, tho. A regular reader like you can probably kill it in a week or two. And then you can share your thoughts with me, Gus and Camila!"

Yeah. Sure. A regular reader like her.

A week or two. Sure.

Hunter must've sensed her uncertainty because his voice immediately dropped from excitement to comfort.

"Hey, I won't get upset if you don't like it. Just so you know."

"Aw, yeah, I wasn't worried about that. But thanks."

She tried looking at the summary on the back and almost got a headache. She knew he wouldn't mind if she didn't like it... But would he be disappointed if she couldn't even finish it?

"Oh, and I hope you're cool with this... I kinda wrote stuff on the margins," he said this bashfully.

Willow opened the book on the first page. The first two pages of every book are always blank before the actual story gets started. She'd always considered that a waste of paper.

This time, however, she saw on the first blank page something written in Hunter's perfect calligraphy. He had such nice handwriting. Her writing was so messy in comparison.

Even she was able to read the three simple words written there with love and care.

'To my Captain 💛'

What had she done?

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The days passed by and no matter how hard she tried, the damn book was impossible to finish.

It's not that she couldn't read at all! She could read! She was 16, not 5!

But some words were harder to understand than others. Words that were really long and complicated gave her the hardest time. It didn't help that all these characters had odd names that looked impossible to pronounce and even harder to spell. She kept getting headaches whenever she stared at a page for too long.

She had always been like this, since she started school. It was one of the reasons abominations were so much harder for her than plants, abominations required a lot of reading and theory, plants were direct hands-on action. She had so many memories of staying up late with her parents trying to help her as she agonized over the homework.

And, as the days passed, she kept avoiding having to talk to Hunter. He always asked her how far into the book she was, which scene had she gotten to, who was her favorite character so far. And Gus was no better. Gus knew of Willow's reading issue but it seemed like the young boy had forgotten about it as he got caught up in the excitement as well.

One day, Willow was alone, sitting on the school steps when she suddenly couldn't take it anymore and screamed in frustration, throwing the book away from her.

Luckily, someone caught it.

"Wow! You must be really angry at this thing," Luz said, in between scared and impressed. "did your favorite character die or something? I hate it when that happens."

Willow sighed.

"No, it's just... it's so hard to read."

"Really? It says here the age rating is 13 and up," Luz pointed at the back of the book.

Willow groaned.

"Is it because you don't understand all the weird sci-fi things? I know you guys still don't know a lot about the human world. It makes sense you don't get all the space and science-y thingies," she laughed. "heck, I'm a human and even I don't get it half the time! It's super confusing, you don't have to feel bad for -"

"That's not it either, Luz."

There was a silence between the two of them. Luz felt the weight of that silence and sat down next to her. The human carefully laid a hand on her best friend's shoulder.

"Hey. You don't have to tell me but it looks like it'll make you feel better to tell someone."

"It's... I don't... it's not that I can't read or write! You've seen me do it! I know how to read and write! I'm not a baby!"

Luz simply stared at her, waiting for her to continue.

"But, even though I can do it, I find it very... difficult. There's lots of words that I can't spell because they're too long, the letters sometimes like... move around and blurr together even when I'm wearing my glasses!" She took off the golden frames as if to clarify. "and I keep getting headaches and I hate it when a sentence has too many comas and -"

"Oh, you have dyslexia!"

Willow stopped her rant to look at her friend. She put her glasses back on, confused.

"What?"

"Oh, that's what humans call it! I don't know how witches call it or if it even has a name here. I didn't know witches could have dyslexia... but I guess it makes sense cause human brains are very similar to witch brains. I wonder if-"

"Luz, what's dyslexia?"

"Oh, right, sorry," she smiled apologetically. "it's a learning disability. It's what you just described. Someone who has a hard time reading, who can't spell long words, who struggles with big books... etcetera."

Willow looked shocked, her mouth slightly opened. It has a name? Other people have it?

"I'm not a doctor so I can't really diagnose you. But, if you want, we can do some research! There's lots of info on the human realm! It's actually a really common thing so we have lots of methods to help make it easier. We can look up Cosmic Frontier audiobooks! You can just listen to it, no reading required."

Despite of herself, Willow smiled. Luz was a really good friend.

"Thank you, Luz. That sounds nice."

"And I bet Hunter will love to help! You know how he loves research!"

The smile dropped as quickly as it had come, replaced by panic.

"NO! DON'T TELL HUNTER!"

"Okay, why?"

"He just... Hunter's so smart and I'm..."

"You're smart! Just because you have a learning disability doesn't make you not smart! Mom has ADHD and she's super smart!"

"What's ADHD?"

"Oh, it's another learning disability. I think I have it too but that's a conversation for another day."

"Mmmkay," Willow shrugged and went back to the matter at hand. "Hunter's so smart and he's such a good reader and... and he's always going on and on about how talented and clever I am and he admires me so much and... I don't want him to be disappointed or to see me different."

Luz stayed silent for a moment while she contemplated what to say. She finally settled on:

"I'm not gonna tell him because I respect your privacy but I think you should tell him. Hunter loves you but he doesn't have you on a pedestal, he knows you're a person with limits and weaknesses. He's not going to be disappointed if you tell him this."

Willow didn't respond but she knew her friend was right. Oh, where would she be without Luz the human?

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A few days of research and information gathering with the assistance of Luz and Camila, and Willow was now ready to come clean to her boyfriend.

She sat with him on a picnic they'd set up in the forest as she laid out all the information. Hunter would occasionally ask a question but, for the most part, he just let her speak. In the end, Willow stared at him in deep dread.

"Wow, ok. Thanks for telling me this," he stopped to take a sip of apple blood before continuing. "how can I help?"

Willow stared at him, processing the words.

"You want to help?" She asked incredulously.

"You're my girlfriend and you need help, therefore, I'm willing to do what I can. Is that not how it works?"

Willow couldn't help but smile. Hunter was getting better at this relationship thing.

"Yeah, thank you. I was just... I was being paranoid."

Hunter tilted his head, offering her to go on.

"You're always... you're so smart and well-read and... you always tell me how talented and clever you think I am and you compliment me for knowing so much about flyer derby and plants and insects... I feel like I'll disappoint you if I'm actually not as smart as you think I am."

Hunter frowned. He did tend to go on about how amazing his girlfriend was, he couldn't help it! He loved her! And she had always looked so happy when he said those things, responding with a smile or a blush or a thank you or paying him a compliment in return.

He didn't realize that maybe there was a bit of a negative side to it.

"Willow, I'm not gonna be disappointed in you for having limits and weaknesses. Nobody's perfect! And that's fine! You're the one who taught me that!

The plant witch snorted. It was true, she had been the one to teach Hunter that. Why couldn't she remember her own advice?

"There it is," Hunter said, fondly.

"There what is?"

"You snort like a pig when you laugh, you kick people in your sleep, you take pictures of strangers on the street like a creeper..." He counted on his fingers. "I could keep going but the point is, I know you're not perfect. It's okay to not be perfect. I don't love you because you're flawless! I love you because you're Willow and you're impossible not to love."

He said that last part so sincerely, she had to believe him. The plant witch grabbed her boyfriend in a tight hug. He hugged her back and she felt the warmth fill her with comfort.

"I love you too, Sunflower."

They kissed. They'd already kissed so many times, it came naturally to them by now. Willow was long familiar with the taste of his lips but it still somehow brought firebees to her stomach no matter how many times she did it. It never got old, she would never get tired of it.

Every time they kissed, like clockwork, flowers came out of Willow's head. It was like her heart and her magic couldn't control themselves when she felt his kisses. This time, the flowers on her hair were white bellflowers.

"Now, back to the 'how can I help?' thing," Hunter said, after they had broken apart. "I think I have an idea you might like."

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Normal people would simply find a Cosmic Frontier audiobook for Willow to listen to. Or maybe they would read to her out loud. Or maybe they'd show her the movie adaptation (tho, she'd been told by Hunter, Gus and Camila that the movie was awful and did a terrible job at adapting the original source material).

Hunter wasn't a normal person, not by a long shot.

He'd decided to act out all of the memorable scenes from the book like it was a play. After telling the others, they had also been incredibly excited to help.

Everyone did something. Willow built the stage and props, Hunter made the costumes and wrote the scripts, Vee and Gus were on special effects with their shapeshifting and illusions respectively, Amity brought some abominations for extra manpower and Luz and Camila put together a playlist of songs that went perfect with every scene. Eda and King brought snacks.

When the night of the premiere finally came, Willow sat down at the Owl House's backyard with Luz, Amity, King, Eda and Raine as they watched it all unfold. Luz took out her phone and started recording because she wanted to put it on Mewtube, Amity didn't understand anything that was going on, Eda ate all the snacks and King fell asleep on Raine's lap halfway through. Perfection.

It wasn't a quality production, it was very low budget and DIY. It reminded Willow of those plays the bard witches from the drama club at Hexside often did. It was silly and weird but it was wonderful.

At the heart of it all were the actors. Vee obviously knew how to play a convincing alien monster, Gus and Camila were not professionals but they felt such passion and appreciation for their character's plight that they could bring themselves to do a pretty good performance. And Hunter was just IN IT! He was an artist lost in his art and Willow never wanted him to stop ever.

His voice cracked with emotion on the dramatic scenes, he stricked poses and smiled at the audience, he recited every line from memory, he even cried on the sad parts. It was hard not to love the book when it inspired something so incredible on all these people she loved.

When the play ended, the actors took a bow and everyone clapped. Luz was the loudest, woohoo-ing and wolf whistling. She cheered so loud, King woke up with a yelp.

Willow made flowers with her magic, throwing them at the stage enthusiastic. Gus caught one and pointed a finger gun, winking at her. Vee caught one and giggled. Camila caught one and her smile got even bigger.

She threw a whole bouquet of roses. Hunter caught it and blew her a kiss.

Yup, this was her new favorite book.

[titanicdragon]

Don’t Deserve it

Monkey King 2023 One-shot?

Monkey King X Reader

Y/N’s Pov

It had been a few months since I was thrown back in time to help out on the Journey to the West, why I had no bloody clue. Of course the group were untrusting at first but that is to be expect when I literally fell out of the sky. Gods that was terrifying. Yet once I did gain their trust well it was actually kind of fun, minus the demon attacks of course.

The one I got along with the best was Monkey King himself much to the shock of the others. I found him funny and easy to talk to especially when I was homesick. He loved to brag that he got to be my friend first. Stick usually  whacking him upside the head when he did that. LOL.

 Tang Sanzang and I got along most the time expect when he would use the headband for the stupidest of reasons. Like Monkey killing a demon that was about to kill him or listening to Pigsy outright lie about the Monkey just to be fucking petty. He was  fascinated about all the amazing things that would happen in the future. Even when I told him about some of the sadder part that would happen too. So it was nice to have someone to talk to.

The next people I got  on best with would be Ao Li and Sandy. One come on I was literally hanging out with a Dragon! (I would love that! Dragons are so cool) He loved it when I told him all the stories and plays(movies) about Dragons I told him about How to Train your Dragon being his favorite. He also told me; I would be an amazing dragon which made me blush. Monkey glared at Ao Li for the rest of the day; the others and I weren’t sure as to why.

 Sandy was the person I went to when I couldn’t deal with the others BS mostly Pigsy’s. Also him being so chill most the time helped me relax, he helped when I would have panic attacks. Usually when I was getting kidnap to be some random demon’s bride. Which I didn’t understand. I saw myself as avenger looking not someone who would stick out in a crowd. Monkey really didn’t like it when I was the one being kidnapped. I wasn’t helpless either I could hold my own just fine. Not like the other in the group but I was able to defended myself unlike Tang. So when Sandy would hold me to help calm me down, Monkey would just watch me while holding stick tight again none of us expect  Sandy seemed to know why.

Pigsy….. when he first saw  me he flirted. Not a very good first impression. Also the fact how he seemed to love to anger Monkey all the time, he remind me of school bullies who were so insecure about themselves that they had to make others suffer. Yet he only did it with Monkey. Jealous  was probably what he was. Also he seemed to disregard the safety of group either for food or a women he found hot which usually lead us right into a demon’s home. When he wasn’t being an ass the two of us could get along just fine. Also, I might have gave him a little advice on how women actually like to be treated. I chuckled remembering he was shocked when I told him that women just want to be treat equally and not like an object. He was a little better but he had a long when to go.

I wasn’t use to a lot of things and it was hard to live without something. Like running water or actually beds to sleep on but I got use to after a while telling myself I was on a camping trip just with demon attacks.

We reach a village that was living in fear of a demon that lived in the forest. Anyone who went into the forest was never seen again. No one left their homes when the stars were in the sky because that is when the demon would come to the village and kill any unlucky soul that was outside. So Tang being the kind hearted soul that he is and Monkey looking for a fight were more than happy to help.

“Why don’t we just wait here till night fall instead of looking for it. It comes ever night.” Pigsy said

“Because that would risk the lives of the innocent get in the cross hairs of the fight.” I said

“What you think I can’t fight without causing damage. Sunshine” Monkey said

He had giving me a few nicknames over our travels. Sunshine being one, Princess being his favorite usually calling me that after I was kidnapped. Girly whenever he was mad at me which wasn’t a lot which shocked me and the others. Since I wasn’t scared to call him out on his BS or his behavior.  Peaches for some reason (Sorry had to do it). Once he called me Queenie but looked embarrassed and hasn’t called me it since.

“Not you the other demon smartass.” I sassed.

Stick lit up and was humming. How Monkey knew what he was saying I and the others will never know.

“Who’s side are you on anyway!?” he yelled.

Stick lit up again and Monkey was now blushing.

“Shut up!” he hissed.

I giggled softly. Which made him give a small smile but quickly looked away. Truth of the matter was I had a crush on him. He was as I said funny and easy to talk to. Didn’t help that he was cute and the fact he always came to save me. It couldn’t be though first he was immortal I wasn’t, Second the whole different species  I didn’t care but the rest of the world sure would, third he didn’t like me that way and last I was from the future and when the journey was over I probably be set back. Not that I had much to go back to. Parents where gone, no siblings and not that many close friends. Sure I had some and missed them but it wasn’t heartbreaking either. I shook my head out of those thoughts. Besides he deserved someone better than a silly mortal.

We were able to get rid of the demon and as thanks the town threw a fest. I was given a dress to wear since I had none only travel clothes. It was an okay party but I wasn’t having much fun and decided to sneak out. I went to the forest that was now safe. Finding a little clearing. I pulled my phone out of my bag. How the hell I had it I have no idea didn't complain though. I usually kept it off most the time saving the battery life. Yet at that moment I just wanted to hear one good song and dance by myself.

I scrolled through my music till I found the song I wanted. Perfect by Ed Sheeran. I kicked off the uncomfortable shoes.

( play song I don’t own Perfect)

I let the music take me away and just started to dance not knowing that I had an audience. As I moved to the beat I had my arms open when I suddenly something bumped into me. I open my eyes to see it was Monkey. I was blushing like crazy for be caught off guard when he started to dance with me.

“I don’t know where the music is coming from but it fits.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“I don’t deserve to have someone as amazing as you in my life. I had done a lot a bad things, some I regret but if it all let up to meeting you I wouldn’t change anything.”

If my face wasn’t already red it probably looked like a tomato now.

“You can’t mean that, I just some silly mortal.”

“Well this silly mortal has shown me more kindness then anyone expect Lin.”

I remembered him talking about her.  I think he miss her though he never admit it.

“That all it takes to win you over?”

“Part of it”

We were still moving to the music.

“What is the rest?”

“Everything….. I love you Y/N”

Then he started to ramble but I toned it out.

“He loves me!”

 I looked away and thought fuck it.

“Well if you don’t deserve it then I guess we are in the same boat.”

“What?”

I shake my head; I can’t believe I love this idiot but he is my idiot. If I have to leave at the end of all of this at least we got to be together for sometime or maybe we figure something out who knows right now I was going to live in the moment.

“I love you too Monkey.”

His eyes go wide.

“Do you mean that?”

“What do you think?”

“Queenie really?”

I snort.

“Yes and Queenie?”

“What I’m King which makes you my queen!”

I don’t know how it was possible but I was blushing even more.

“Seriously”

“Yep” Popping the P.

I roll my eyes.

“You are insufferable you know that.”

“Yet you love me”

“Starting to regret that.”

“Nope can’t take it back!”

I giggle.

“You always going to be like this?”

“Probably”

I snort.

“You are going to be the death of me.”

“Not if I have anything to say about it.”

Wasn’t sure how to feel about that, but that a future me problem. We got to the last part of the song where he sings.

“I have faith in what I see. Now I know I met an angel in person and she looks perfect. I don’t deserve this. You look perfect tonight.”

“He right you are an angel and look perfect tonight.”

I smile. He leans in for a kiss. When we are interrupted by Pigsy calling for us.

“MONKEY, Y/N!?”

“Damn that Pig”

I giggle and graph my phone turning it off once again. I put my shoes back on.

“Guess we have to finish another time Monkey.” Kissing him on the cheek.

“We are coming try not to get your tail in a twist!” I yell.

Leaving behind a very fluttered Monkey in my wake.

Maybe we do deserve each other after all.

(Let me know if you like to see Monkey's pov or have more of these two dorks.)

[malarkgirlypop]

Misc. Tag Game! ✨

thank you for the tags @1waveshortofashipwreck

Made by the amazing @ronald-speirs 💖

Favorite place in the world you’ve visited?

Just went to Japan and Korea and it was so fucking amazing.

Something you’re proud of yourself for?

Finishing my nursing, getting a job. Like go me, get that big girl job!

Favourite books?

Trial by Fire, I will never not brag about it!

Something that makes your heart happy when thinking about it?

This one person I'm getting to know at the moment. Ah they are the best, literally makes me feel so good.

Favorite thing about your culture? About being American?

Um I am not an American. But NZ is so cool, we are super chill, such a vibe. I'm here for bringing back Māori culture into New Zealand!

When did you join the HBO War fandom? What was the first show you watched?

I think it was August 2023. Band of brothers was the first show I watched with my friend.

Have you read any of Easy Company’s books? If so, which ones were your favourite?

No I haven't. I want to, but im so busy rn. Maybe later.

Favorite HBO War character and your favorite moment with them?

Ah all I have to say is Malarkey, and just all Malarkey things ever. Please and thank you.

Do you make content for any fandoms, if so; what sort of content?

A little, only a teeny tiny amount, only small, not much, hardly any, it doesn't fill my whole brain all the time. I don't constantly live in a fictional story i am writing, I don't know what you're talking about.

Favourite actor/actress and your favourite film of theirs?

Sebastian Stan, The Winter Soldier. like why he so hot. He also scared the shit out of me in Fresh, but that was also a good movie.

Favourite quote/s that you wish to share with others?

"I'm tired of this Grandpa!"

"Well that's too damn bad!"

Holes, 2003.

Random fact your mutuals/followers don’t know about you?

I have no filter on here so there is nothing I don't think people know about me.

If you’re a writer, do you need a beta reader (say yes so I can be your beta reader 🤭)?

what's that? I'm confused.

Three things that make you smile?

My friends

BoB

A really special person

Any nicknames you like?

Kate doesn't have any nicknames, but because of my hair my dad calls me Floss, like candy floss!

List some people you love to see around on tumblr!

@panzershrike-pretz @ithinkabouttzu @executethyself35 @ronsparky @venus-haze @joetoyesbrassknuckles101 @footprintsinthesxnd @mutantmanifesto @jump-wings @mads-nixon @blueberry-ovaries @b00ks1ut @next-autopsy @1waveshortofashipwreck @paula-912 @brassknucklespeirs

What would you do during a zombie apocalypse?

Be a zombie

Favourite movie?

All movies, any movie, I'm good at entertaining myself with bad movies.

Do you like horror movies?

I do, but I'm still scared.

No pressure tags:

@georgieluz, @b00ks1ut, @blueberry-ovaries, @next-autopsy @land-sh @grumpy-liebgott @venus-haze @goneandbackagain

[aita-polls]

AITA for sleeping with my friend’s “Hall Pass”?

**I am not the OP and do not claim the statements below to be my own** [Link to Reddit Post]

I (49F) have been friends with "Sarah" (49F) for about 15 years. She’s happily married, with two kids. I’m (amicably) divorced with a kid. We met at our childrens’ preschool. We’ve been there for each other through some tough times.

Sarah has a huge crush on…I’ll call him Jake, as long as I’ve known her. Jake is a popular, but not, like stadium filling musician. From what I can tell, he makes a living, has had popular albums, and has toured with A-Listers, but he’s not necessarily a household name. He’s in his late 40’s. Sarah has never met him. She’s been to several of his concerts and owns a bunch of merch and considers Jake her Hall Pass. Again, she’s married and would never actually cheat on her husband.

Honestly, her crush never seemed off the rails to me. Like she’d joke about him wooing her through IG, but she didn’t, like, stalk him.

So let me say here, I would NEVER, even when I was younger, date or even flirt with a guy a friend of mine liked/was interested in. fries before Guys/Friends before Men - all that. It just wouldn’t be cool.

However.

A few weeks ago, I randomly met Jake at a charity event. He was hired as the entertainment.

We got to talking, and one thing led to another… and I ended up sleeping with him. It was a one-time thing, fun and we both knew it was casual.

At first, I thought it was a funny, wild story to share with Sarah. After all, it’s not like she would ever actually \*be\* with him, right? But when I told her, she looked really hurt. She wasn’t mad exactly, but she said something like, “Wow, I can’t believe you actually did that,” and she’s been distant ever since.

I didn’t think the “friends before men” rule applied here because he was basically her Movie Star Crush—not a real romantic prospect for her. But now I’m second-guessing everything. I feel awful for upsetting her, but I genuinely didn’t think it was that big of a deal. Now I’m wondering, AITA? 

EDIT - omfg. no, it was not dave grohl. I'd never sleep with a married guy. Thats just vile. Plus, correct me if I'm wrong, he was in fucking Nirvana and is Foo Fighters. Not exactly the type to play small corporate gigs.

More information from OP’s comments are under the cut

(INFO - Did you sleep with him because he was her crush or because he was famous? because that would kinda make you TA.)

No. Like, he's a good looking and charming guy. Under other circumstances, totally someone I'd date.

Like, tons of people are famous, but not necessarily nice to be around. And if he wasn't physically my type, I wouldn’t sleep with him for bragging rights. She's actually the only one I told because I thought she'd be amused.

——

Oh, her husband knows Jake was her Hall Pass. Her husband has a Famous Person Hall pass too. MY husband did. Like, It's all said in fun.

But people here are giving me a little more perspective in how she might feel.

——

( … why did you tell her? Even if there was zero chance, it was a fantasy for her that you ruined. Maybe do some introspection as to why you hurt a friend)

I honestly thought she'd be amused. Or even glad her friend had a fun night out. And if I really, truly believed she'd be hurt, I wouldn’t have done it.

Or, in all honesty, it was the most fun I'd had in awhile, so at the very least I would not have told her about it.

And maybe that makes me the AH anyway?

——

("So let me say here, I would NEVER, even when I was younger, date or even flirt with a guy a friend of mine liked/was interested in. fries before Guys/Friends before Men - all that. It just wouldn’t be cool." I mean you can't just put it here and then do exactly that, with all this excuses reasonings and what not, are you trying to justify it to us or yourself? No judgement here, I'm just figuring that since this has weighed so heavily on you, you must know how you would feel in her shoes.)

Fair question.

I guess because I feel there is a difference between going after someone your single friend personally knows and is interested in, and maybe even wants to pursue a romantic relationship with -

compared to

A guy she know of but has never met and would be for all intents and purposes, unavailable to her because she's happily married with two kids.

——

[hershelchocolate]

out of All of your ocs which group would make for the best sleepover party. who would make for the worst. this is like the nightmare blunt rotation joke but for people who dont smoke weed

Villain squad kids literally have a sleepover chapter where they all brag about their backstories and they're all so funny except for Oliver that guy is a downer get him out of here

Wally for SURE he makes cookies and gets everyone cozy blankets. Willow Whisp would be cool she'd know so many spooky stories (though you'd have to get her a few stories in before she tells one that isn't just an average day in customer service) Finch as well obviously. They are simply. Very silly

Blackjack would be fucking awesome to have if you can stand at least one person who won't go to bed on time but she'll crash if you give her snacks so it's basically the Blackjack Tax.

OH ABBIE OF COURSE she would get so into food challenges tbh. And also her spooky stories kinda fuck cause she doesn't know what humans consider scary so she'll say something horrific in a normal tone and that makes it worse but she's silly so we love her

As for who would be awful,,,,,I could easily say all my antagonists but I wanna keep it to people who would actually show up if you invited them

Lilith is kidnapping everyone at the party Do Not Let Her In. Oliver as previously mentioned (just doesn't know how to be fun at parties tbh). Lyra would make everyone watch a 30 slide presentation on her evil plans and when you ask her a very reasonable question she kills you and moves on. Girl CANNOT take criticism.

Blackjack goes here again cause she'd drink all the Pepsi and call you a bitch. On second thought I think she only belongs in the good group if Cordelia is also there

Rose would show up to stare ominously from the corner for 2 hours and then burn your house down but she would remember it fondly as a really good party so pick your poison I guess

[pplatonic]

SHUNRAN BY JOHN IS ABOUT NPD!!!

Hi it’s me I’m back with more absolutely infallible and correct interpretations of Vocaloid songs. Today: Shun-ran/Spring Storm by John! And we’re going to be talking about how I relate it to my narcissism so if you believe in narc abuse or armchair diagnose people with NPD or use narcissist as an insult you can fuck right off <3 And here’s a link to the song in case you haven’t heard it!

I’m not going to waste time on putting together a “story” that I think the song follows because to me it reads more like a character analysis, so I’m just going to start and go line by line. Also shoutout to whoever on narcissisticpdcultureis submitted an ask saying NPD culture is this song, because it made me realize holy fuck yeah it is. Translation I use is by Releska!

“I was covered in false images, just like God.”

Starting off with a fucking bang holy shit? This line alone to me speaks about grandiose fantasies, unreachable dreams of money and success and power and being admired. In the end these dreams become unreachable as they’re either too grandiose to become a reality or I do nothing to actually work towards the dream, so they’re all just false images. I prop myself up to be God, and I compare myself to a god in my fantasies, yet it’s all fake. This line has another meaning when coupled with the rest of its verse however:

“I was covered in false images, just like God. 

You youkai give me the creeps

pretending to know how I really feel.”

To me, now this line is just in general pretending to be something you aren’t. I imagine ‘youkai’ is a way to refer to other people and dehumanize them / paint them as ‘lesser.’ Often I catch myself insisting people are just misunderstanding my words, that they are trying to see how I ‘really feel,’ but I’m covered in layers and layers of false images—so they can’t reach how I really feel. Regardless of if their interpretation is right or not, I use this excuse to avoid analyzing myself and my faults, and to paint the other person as bad—as giving me the creeps, as being weird about me. I’m untouchable, like a god, so others can’t know what I really feel.

“Even if I grasped something and used it to destroy the illusion 

and cool my feelings, it would be sheer stupidity.

I won’t pay attention to small fry.”

The illusion here is likened to both interpretations of false images (grandiose fantasies and pretending to be what you’re not). ‘Grasped something’ speaks to me about how it’s near unimaginable to end up destroying the illusion, so you can’t even say what you’d be destroying it with. And it would be ‘sheer stupidity’ because these illusions hold up my self-esteem, the image that I am God. The last line is pretty direct: painting others as lesser so you don’t have to pay attention to them or take their criticism.

“For one such as I, affecting composure, to speak 

is because I become angry easily, watching hawk-like for my chance.”

The egotism in the first line is so hard that I don’t think I even have to explain it. More the focus here is on the second line, saying that the reason the narrator speaks is because they become angry easily. The second part of that line speaks to me about watching for a chance to prop your ego up once again, whether that be through receiving praise or bragging or whatever. And it makes you become angry easily, because as soon as you don’t get what you want, it’s like you blow up with a snap of the fingers.

“I summoned the spring storm and then cried. My heart was wounded.

‘That’s a sign of vanity, you know?’

Whatever you say. I already get it, though.”

Spring is a beautiful season: it’s when everything starts to grow back and life starts anew. So a storm in spring sets up a contradictory image. To me this describes a love-hate relationship with people, where other people are the amazing things which make you feel so good about yourself by admiring people, yet they are the same things which cause you to crash and hate yourself. ‘The spring storm’ in this song is like getting backlash from people for your toxic behavior, and your heart ends up wounded because this time they’re right and you can’t cover yourself up in false images and illusions anymore. But you shrug off their words about your vanity, because of course, you already get it, because of course you would already get it.

“My breaths will surely grow smoky and appear on the things blocking my view.

They say that praying to be loved

is a sin. It has such a sweet scent.”

There are already obstacles blocking your view, but I interpret this first line as your own breath coming to block your view as well. There’s already a heavy bit of something blocking a healthy view of the world, but you end up sabotaging yourself as well. The last two lines are pretty clear-cut: praying to be loved excessively may be bad, but it’s so alluring to the narrator that they can’t help it.

“Once we drink up the rippling cider, let’s say goodbye.”

‘Rippling cider’ is a pretty vivid, inviting image, and to me this line speaks about enjoying one last moment with someone before you say goodbye to them forever—as the line in Japanese uses ‘sayonara.’ 

“My thoughts have dried up. Where’s God in that?

My rage and other such things vanished long ago

but though I perform my act, I’m ignorant.”

Since this is after the chorus, ‘dried-up thoughts’ here is likely referencing the beginning of the song, so the grandiose fantasies here have ‘dried up’ or become boring/useless. Yet still, the narrator is trying to prop themselves up to an image of God, but they just can’t find it. Earlier in the song the narrator expresses becoming angry easily, but now things like their rage have vanished. They still keep up their egotistical act however, they keep up their mask, but on the inside they’re ignorant—to me this signals that things like their rage are still around, just that they’re now ignorant to the concept.

“Still, this story is still going

because I wish for it to reach you,

listening constantly.”

Simple as: the narrator wants to be understood deep down, so they keep going.

“I pledged a ceasefire. My personality peeled off and fell

because I have the courage to accept disappointment.”

Pledging a ceasefire here to me is to ask for the toxicity to end, for things to become good again, but it doesn’t happen as the narrator becomes disappointed that it doesn’t stop. Before in the first pre chorus the idea was expressed that we blow up when we don’t get what we want, but here the narrator surrenders to the idea that this toxicity will be going on forever. They don’t blow up at this despite it being contradictory to their narcissism, so it’s like their personality has peeled off.

(then the chorus repeats twice)

“I summoned you on purpose. I died—my heart rotted to nothing.

‘That’s a sign of vanity, you know?’

Whatever you say. I already get it, though.”

Now the conflict becomes directly confrontational: they’re not summoning a backlash from the people they love anymore, they’re just directly summoning a person. They’re now acknowledging the person that has been causing the ‘spring storm’ all along. But this directness inflames the fear of failing and rejection and disappointment to the point where the narrator feels like they die. And once again, it’s a sign of vanity, but the narrator already understands this.

“I called you an idiot. Like smoke, you made me uncomfortable. I looked at you and woke up.”

They say that praying to be loved

is a sin. It has such a sweet scent.”

In the toxicity occurring between the narrator and this other person, the narrator tries to attack the other person, but they can’t hold up their egotistical better-than-everyone image anymore with the direct confrontation between themselves and the other person. They become uncomfortable as they are forced to face themselves, and they wake up. Once again it repeats that the narrator is nearly addicted to the love and praise that others give them, but this time with the context of the first line it’s a more bittersweet image.

“Once we drink up the rippling cider, let’s say goodbye.

We’ll say goodbye and if we fall in love again, let’s smile together.”

The image of saying goodbye after one final good moment repeats. The final line ends with the narrator accepting the end of the relationship, saying that if the love ever comes back in the future they’ll enjoy their time together again. It’s almost a call for help, a call for the good to come back to the relationship, but it’s already over. 

Anyway this song will forever be about NPD and the toxic interpersonal struggles that come with it, thank you and goodbye

[harmonyckrs]

Act 4, Scene 5 of Twisted Veronaville: An Unraveling World

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Bottom: So, who was that?

Puck: Ripp, and one of the most...interesting people that I had ever met. He reminded me of Tybalt, but if Tybalt was...insufferable and unlikeable.

Bottom: So, regular Tybalt?

Puck: I mean, he didn't try to fistfight me, at least. And I don't think he's inherently bad. Just...I don't know. Very overwhelming.

Bottom: Wow.

Puck: ...Do you think it's possible that aliens are replacing people who get abducted by them?

Bottom: Beats me, I'm ten. I don't think about that kind of stuff.

Puck: Fair...I'll just...avoid thinking about it...

Ripp: Well, that was Puck. Also the next time we talk to someone, at least give them your name before going on a racist rant about aliens.

Tank: I was just concerned, because of his ears.

Ripp: You made him uncomfortable and by now everyone probably heard about what happened. But luckily, there's a lot of other people in Veronaville you can try to befriend that'll hopefully look over what you did.

Tank: Who else is there?

Ripp: Besides Tybalt and Mercutio, there's Juliette and Hermia. Both of them are pretty cool. Not to mention-

???: RIPP! THERE YOU ARE!

Ripp: ...Romeo.

Romeo: Mercutio's missing, and it's YOUR FAULT!

Ripp: Woah, what the fuck? He's missing?

Romeo: Yep! If you hadn't set him up with Tybalt, none of this would've happened!

Tank: Hey, back off! He was only trying to end the feud!

Romeo: You know what would really end the feud? If all of the Capps just died!

Tank: What's wrong with you? Isn't one of them your ex?

Romeo: Yeah, and? We're not dating anymore, thanks to him! Now get out of my way!

Tank: No!

*RING RING*

Ripp: (Finally, a chance to get out of this mess!) I'll go get that!

Hamza: Hello, Rippert. Is Aktu there?

Ripp: That's not my name. And why should I tell you if he is?

Hamza: It's not? Your dad actually just named you Ripp?...wow, he's a lot stranger than I thought. Anyway, just give Aktu the phone.

Ripp: No.

Hamza: Oh, I get it. Your dad told me you would act out a lot. You're mad at me because I'm an antagonist, right? Stopping you, Sita and Aktu from messing up the plot of the story and all?

Ripp: That and the kidnapping.

Hamza: Oh, right. Well, I'm sure you must hate me. It must irritate you to hear my voice over this phone. Which is why you should just give it to Aktu.

Ripp: ...Answer my...three riddles...first.

Hamza: Hm. Well, alright. Not to brag, but I'm pretty good at solving riddles. Give it to me.

Ripp: (Oh shoot, I didn't think this far.) Can I have some time to think of some first?

Hamza: You asked me to answer your riddles when you don't even have any? What sort of joke is this? At least go with a basic one like "what has four legs in the morning, two legs in the afternoon and three legs in the evening" or something like that!

Ripp: Wait, what's the answer to that one? I've never heard it before.

Hamza: Seriously? That's the most basic riddle! The answer is a man! You would've gotten eaten by the Sphinx with this little knowledge!

Ripp: What does the Sphinx have anything to do with this?

Hamza: You uncultured swine, that's the origin of that riddle! The Sphinx asks Oedipus that riddle and it made him the tyrant of Thebes because he answered it correctly!

Ripp: I don't know what any of those words mean.

Crystal: Wow, he's really going at it.

Aktu: Yeah. How long do you think it's going to take before he realizes I'm not even home?

Crystal: Hard to tell. And he's talking about riddles of all things. Imagine if Ripp asked him about something that he was actually interested in, like tech or witchcraft.

Aktu: Indeed. Oh, and sorry Sita threw you under the bus earlier. We were getting a bit desperate, and Zoya was being pretty annoying.

Crystal: Oh, no worries. Hamza didn't even mind. Said something about how "he'll always love me no matter what I do." He's taking this fake dating thing really seriously.

Aktu: (Didn't they have fake twins together?) Yep. No hard feelings though, right? Maybe we could all get sundaes together once this is all over.

Crystal: Yeah, that'd be nice. Just like old times...it's a shame Vidcund and Lazlo couldn't join us this time, though.

Aktu: I wonder where those two are. It's been a while since I've talked to either of them.

In an unusual series of events, Zoya had somehow managed to track down Vidcund and Lazlo's location and bring them to Veronaville. And the three had discovered something else earlier in the day, too - the coffin holding Tybalt's supposedly dead body.

Zoya: To think that Aktu and Sita made clones of your parents to guard Tybalt...

Lazlo: Yeah, that was wack...probably not the weirdest thing we've seen, though. I'm more surprised Crystal was helping them.

Zoya: (Crystal's not the only cloner, is she?) Well, we should prob-Hey! You! Where do you think you're going?

Tybalt: I'm going to find-

Zoya: Nope! No! Absolutely not. You'll be staying with us.

Vidcund: Zoya, maybe we should just let him go.

Zoya: And let Aktu and Sita get the upper hand again? I have to complete what we started. And besides, they defiled your parents' graves! Aren't you upset about that?

Vidcund: They always liked Pascal more.

Zoya: (Well, that's messed up.) Let's just capture him before he gets too far, and bring him with us.

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