#or maybe the stuff i put on it combined with the stress and made me break out

[teabutmakeitazure]

my mom: *telling me I lost weight and that I look better because my skin also cleared up*

me who had the 2nd most stressful 4 months of my life and was running on a maximum of 1k calories per day:

[johnbrand]

On My Level

Antonio took a step out onto the balcony, hoping to get away from the commotion of the company retreat. Sometimes, working with such high-level execs was fun–Antonio often got to enjoy perks a younger Mexican-American boy could have never dreamed of. But now outside, Antonio was better able to take in view. Crisp morning air perfectly settled over the beautiful mountains and valleys below. After a few moments though, Antonio picked up on the stench of secondhand smoke.

“Tony! I didn’t know they just let anyone out here!” Jason chuckled, cupping up the end of his cigar. “Could’ve sworn this was the VIP section.”

Jason was one of the reasons Antonio hated his job. Stereotypical, privileged finance bros. They were the most arrogant people Antonio had ever met, to a point that he could not even believe they were real. It was like everything those men ever wanted came to them. Money, looks, love–it was disgusting and infuriating.

Annoyed, Antonio made for the exit.

“Stay, Tony,” Jason’s voice was more commanding than insistent. “Just perch against the bricks for a sec, I’ll be quick.”

For a split second, Antonio felt a tingle down his spine. He propped himself up against the wall, out of the window’s view. He just hoped this would be short, his turtleneck was getting warm and he already wanted another round at the breakfast buffet. A man of his fullness was hard to satiate.

“You know, Tony, I’ve been getting a real bad vibe from you,” Jason began, puffing away. “I think you’re a little too abrasive.”

“It’s Antonio,” Antonio corrected. “And is this what you really wanted to discuss?”

“Yes, Tony,” Jason let a crude grin slip. “Maybe if you simply listened to me, got on my level, your talent would be appreciated.”

Antonio wanted to go, asked his body to move, but instead it remained against the brick wall, almost as if it wished to hear Jason out.

After a strong exhale in Antonio’s direction, Jason initiated direct eye contact. “Let’s start by using your real name. You go by Tony, bro.”

With another slight shiver down his spine, Tony mumbled, “Okay.”

Jason cracked a small smile, “Let’s talk about respect too. Top of your list will be finance guys like me and you.”

Tony tried to process this, that strange sensation once again embracing him. “As in like, fraternizing with them?”

“Fraternizing, bonding, appreciating–all that good stuff, Antonio.”

“It's Tony.” Tony should have been peeved, but Jason was one of his kind, one of his bros. It was probably just an accident. Tony quipped, “That cigar isn't laced with anything besides tobacco, is it?”

A cocky smirk appeared underneath Jason’s douchey pornstache. “I think you’re the one using substances, dude. That outfit you’ve got is not our style.”

Before he could process the weird feeling, Tony felt a sense of disgust wash over him before he removed his clothes. With a subtle nod, Jason motioned to a folded outfit already beside Tony on the deck, who then proceeded to immediately strip down to his underwear.

“Before you put that on, Tony,” Jason reconnected their eye contact. “Just wanted to say those workouts are doing you wonders.”

“Uh, thanks I guess? I mean the gym is just a way to relieve stress, really,” Tony nervously replied.

Jason became more authoritative, “Don’t sound so timid, dude. If you’re gonna be a bro, then speak the language.”

Tony chuckled, shaking off the twitch. “You faggin’ out on me, bro? These muscles are for chicks only.” Covering up his perfectly athletic frame, Tony buttoned a crisp white shirt over his pecs and abs before tucking it into a suit trousers and covering those underneath a suit coat. The top was opened to showcase his tanned skin, giving just a glimpse of the glories that could be found below.

“Tony, with that combination of corporate and alpha, I’d think you are a changed man!” Jason commenting, locking eyes.

“Corporate…alpha…” Tony trailed off.

“Speaking of alpha, gotta do something about that jawline.” Jason’s voice was low enough that it was as if he was speaking to himself. “I’d say lantern jaw, small beard, and a pointed chin to match that tailored quiff I got you rocking.”

Tony absorbed the words, processing before responding, “I agree bro. There’s nothing hotter than when the ladies shove a hand through my hair while I shove this massive dick into their panties.

Jason snickered as Tony crudely cupped himself for emphasis, his facial structure stretching out into a more naturally arrogant shape. “Funny man, I thought you said smoking was the only thing hotter than a tight pussy.

After a moment, Tony produced a cigarette from his pocket, lighting it and taking that first magnificent inhale. Blowing his own cloud towards Jason, Tony lavished in the feeling of his smoke tickling his well-sculpted mirror.

“You’re so right, bro,” Tony remarked.

Jason grinned, “I always am.”

[gentlyweeps-world]

american day

summary: you surprise logan with a day for him

pairing: logan sargeant x fem! not american!reader

warnings: none

genre: fluff | rom-com | cheesy

notes: I’m so sorry if this is too cheesy or stupid, but I loved the idea 🫶

words: 1.1k

LIGHTS OUT AND AWAY WE GO

You knew Logan had been feeling down, not himself and certainly not in a good mental place.

Spending thanksgiving and the Fourth of July racing.

You weren’t from America, but you certainly knew those were staples for him.

So of course being the amazing girlfriend you are, decided to throw him an “American Day” when there was a break in between race weekends.

You picked a day when Logan was busy with training, so you could prepare all of the food you wanted and decorate your apartment with the most American things you could find..

Sure, maybe it was a bit cheesy! But you loved him and he deserved it.

“Babe..what is this?” Logan asks, walking into the kitchen and spotting pumpkin pie, hamburgers and hotdogs. Honestly it was just all of the most American food you could find and make.

“It’s your American Day!” You say with a smile, turning to face him. “I thought I would surprise you with it!”

“You did all of this for me Y/n?” Logan’s eyes widen with surprise as he sees all the American themed food on the table.

“You really did all of this?”

Logan begins to walk around the food, taking it all in as the smell of various grilled and toasted food fills the air.

“You didn’t have to do this sweetie…” He says, his voice laced with both gratitude and slight guilt.

“Of course I did Log..” You say with a warm smile, “You’ve been stressed, and I know you haven’t been yourself lately, don’t lie..”

“I wanted to do something special for you” You add on.

“Thank you…” Logan says, giving you a sincere smile as his guilt starts to dissipate.

“You really did all of this for me,” he says again, this time in more disbelief than before.

“You’re the best…” Logan says, giving you a hug as his body calms down.

It hasn’t been the best for him in regards to F1, and being away from home definitely didn’t help things either.

So the fact that you did all of this to help him out definitely means the world to him.

“Okay, okay. How about we eat?” You say with a grin, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips.

So that’s what you two did, you questioned some of the odd choices, but let Logan enjoy it nonetheless.

“Okay no- that’s not good! How- how do you even enjoy that?” You ask, giving Logan a weird look as he sprays cheese whiz onto some crackers.

“That’s the beauty of it!” Logan responds with a smile, chewing on the crackers and cheese whiz combo.

“You haven’t really tried American food unless you’ve had cheese whiz on crackers.” He chuckles a little as he continues to eat his strange combination of a snack.

“From the few times I've been to America, that doesn’t seem like a common snack..” You say with a grin, taking a cracker and eating it.

“It’s not something that we eat every day, but it’s definitely something common that you can find at any gas station.” Logan chuckles as he continues to eat the cheese whiz crackers, his expression seemingly one of nostalgia.

“We’re a simple country, so simple foods like this are pretty common.”

You let out a chuckle at that, “Yeah you guys are definitely simple..” You say with a small snicker, reaching for an Oreo cookie.

“Don’t act like American-style snacks aren’t the best, because they totally are.” Logan responds with a smirk as he grabs an Oreo as well, taking a bite out of it.

“Okay I will say they are better than Australian snacks..” You say with a giggle. Remembering the time Oscar forced you and Logan to try tim tams and fairy bread.

“Australians have nothing on our snacks.” Logan says with a smirk, taking another bite out of a cookie.

“I’m so glad you didn’t make me any of that stuff, I can’t believe Oscar made us try those weird foods…who the hell puts sprinkles on a slice of white bread?” Logan adds on with a grimace.

“And who the hell eats cheese whiz” You say with a grin, smiling at Logan as you take a moment to look at him.

He looked happy, less tired than how he usually looks. You were glad he was feeling better.

“Fine, you got me there…” Logan says with a smile, rolling his eyes a bit as he takes another bite out of a cookie.

“But you can’t deny that it tastes good!” He chuckles but still has a slight look of embarrassment on his face.

Despite how simple the snack is, there’s something about it that takes him back to his childhood and that feeling of nostalgia is something that’s both comforting and heartwarming.

“Wait okay- so what’s like the most American thing you can think of..” You say with a giggle, fiddling with Logan’s fingers as you two cuddle in bed.

Logan and you had made good work of the food you made, he had loved it.

“Hmm…” He considers your question for a few seconds before answering.

“The most American thing I can think of…” He thinks about the various options and thinks of the first thing that comes to mind.

“Definitely a Fourth of July block party or something like that,” He says, his answer seeming pretty reasonable.

“You know, the ones where you get together with all your friends and have a bbq, play games, and just have a good time…”

“Yeah, kinda like that now that you mention it…” He says, thinking of the similarities between the two.

You nod your head at his words, getting a visual, “That sounds like fun..it’s kind of like a street party, then?” You ask, trying to make a connection.

Logan seems to be remembering a time in his youth, when he was at one of these parties and just having a good time.

“Why don’t you tell me about it?” You ask softly with a smile, cuddling closer into him, resting your head on his chest.

“Well, I was about eight or nine…”

Logan starts to tell you the story as he holds you close and rubs your back.

“It was a pretty traditional party where one of my dad’s friends was grilling burgers and hotdogs.”

“We had some games set up in the backyard, and there was music playing off of someone’s phone.”

“It was just a very nice day with a bunch of my childhood friends, just enjoying the time together…”

He lets out a chuckle before continuing, “And of course we had massive fireworks”

You let out a giggle at that, leaning up to press a kiss to his lips. “Very American Log..” You say with a smile.

“Maybe we can go visit your family in time for a block party?” You suggest.

“Sure baby, that would be lovely.”

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[theidiotwhowritesthings]

Howdy, so I don't know if you have seen The Last of Us, but if you have, you know the scene where Joel saves Ellie from the hospital and he just ploughs through everyone and its like wow -///-

I just think it would be a really cool like drabble if this was a Din x reader fic? Only if you wanted to write it though!! Also I'm so happy that I'm on your taglist for inevitable because I jump to read it every time that I see that I've been tagged, it has me in a chokehold and the way that you write the reader is so damn good.

Your writing is something that brings comfort to me every week, and the way you interact and talk to your followers is so sweet. I love coming back from a stressful day to sit down somewhere comfortable to enjoy your work.

Anyways thanks for reading this ramble of an ask and I hope that you're doing well :)

[a/n]: combining some stuff here! this is for the anon who asked for this scene AND for @cockscombkingdom who asked for a fic in Din's POV where he takes care of reader and keeps her safe. I started with the plan to make this very sweet and fluffy and I'm not gonna lie a little darkness seeped into it. my bad.

also in case it isn't abundantly clear i am a joel miller apologist thx

Din Djarin x Female!Reader

Warnings: Violence, death, injuries, mild dark!din (if you squint and/or have a problem with murder)

Word Count: 1,440

Summary: You were selfless. You gave and you gave and you gave. The universe planned to only take more, but Din Djarin would be damned if he let it.

LOOK FOR THE LIGHT

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"you'd just come after her." -Joel Miller (TLOU)

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Din was worried about you. He was always worried about you because you were always on his mind. It couldn’t be helped. Somebody had to because it seemed like you were perpetually too worried about everyone else. Din admired that about you. He always had. You went out of your way to help anyone and everyone who approached. You had a heart that was always willing to give, and it left you too little to use for yourself.

When the two of you first began traveling together, he noticed that about you. Sometimes you’d get so preoccupied watching Grogu you’d forget to eat. Peli had once put you to work, organizing her tools as part of the payment to fix the Razor Crest, and you had been so focused on getting the work done well that you had taken no breaks and ended up dehydrated and weak under Tatooine’s hot suns. It’s why the mission he was delivering you to made such simple sense to him. You were special, is what you told him. Din knew you were special, felt it, but it was for very different reasons. According to you, there was something in your blood, some type of cell, that could cure a lot of people of some terrible, terrible disease spreading through a world in the Outer Rim.

Din tried to keep his distance from you. Tried to not get attached. But you were so selfless, that it naturally brought out his protective side. He couldn't help but care for you, but caring for you as a responsibility had quickly turned to loving you along the way. Din didn’t know a lot about love. Didn’t have much experience with it, lust was easier to grasp, and that left him confused most of the time. Din had no idea how to express what he felt for you, how to explain it in words, so he did the only thing he could do. Din took care of you. Kept you safe when he stopped to pick up quarries, made sure you remembered to eat and drink water, reminded you to go to bed and when you would eventually forget anyways he’d carry you there himself. Din didn't know what love was supposed to feel like, but what he did know was that being without you made his heart physically ache and protecting you brought him happiness. 

Maybe that’s all he needed to know.

‘It’ll be okay.’ You had promised him with a smile that made your features glow. ‘Shouldn’t take long.’

That had been hours ago. Din delivered you to the medical facility as he had been hired, but when you hadn’t come back out he sought after you. It’s why he now sat in a small room, Imperials flanking the door, as he simmered in disdain. Something was wrong. Something was very, very wrong.

“Mandalorian.” A man stepped into the room. A doctor from the looks of it with thin, round rimmed glasses. The name ‘Pershing’ pinned to his lapel. Din stayed silent. “I was under the impression that you had been paid. Was there an issue?”

“No.” Din replied. “Where is she?”

Dr. Pershing paused and shook his head as if confused. Din tilted his head a bit, an obvious threat in body language, and the doctor was smart enough to realize this. He nervously cleared his throat. “She is being prepared for her operation.” Din narrowed his eyes in confusion. You told him they’d just need your blood. “There is no reason for you to stay.”

“I promised her a ride back.”

There was a tense silence that filled the room at his words. Din watched the doctor squirm where he stood and he needed no further clarification. He shoved up from the table, prepared for a fight, when the Imperials leveled their own weapons at him before he could reach his blaster.

Dr. Pershing held his hands up in a placating manner. “She will be a hero. After we drain her of all her blood, we can make a cure. There’s a 65% chance this will work and save the people of this world.” Din was fuming under his armor. Drain your blood? They were going to kill you. They were going to kill you for something that only had a 65% chance of even working. “She will not be in pain! She’s been put under! She will not feel a thing, and we did not scare her with the news.” Din staggered back as if he had been physically hit. Was this man saying… Dr. Pershing confirmed Din’s thoughts. “We did not tell her this would kill her. We spared her that misery. She went under anesthesia peacefully.”

The words echoed in Din’s head loudly. As if a bomb had gone off right beside him and left him deaf and blind. He walked on autopilot as the Imperials escorted him through the building toward the exit. They were going to kill you. They were going to kill you for a shot in the dark cure. Din was literally paces to the door when his boots stilled. The Imperials shoved him, tried to get him to move, threatened to shoot him, and then Din snapped.

With the practiced precision of a bounty hunter and Mandalorian who spent most of his life in a fight, Din spun and cut down the Imperials in one swift movement. The darksaber glowed angry in his hands, casting threatening shadows down the hall. Never before had the sword worked so well for him, but as Din marched through the facility it was practically an extension of himself. Blaster fire pinged off his beskar and he did not hesitate. If a person stepped into his path he eliminated them. Cold. Ruthless. A predator. Din stalked the medical facility searching for you, and he left a wake of death and destruction in his path.

When he finally caught sight of you, through a window into some kind of clean room. Din felt his heart flutter in his chest. The first twinge of emotion since starting this rampage. It was a reminder of why he was doing this. A reminder that his actions were necessary.

Din stormed into the room, his eyes not leaving your unconscious form as you laid on a table in a hospital gown. The staff in the room panicked in a flurry, and one of them⏤ maybe the doctor maybe a nurse, Din didn’t even register who the kriff it was⏤ rushed him in a poor attempt to stop this onslaught. Din cut them down without blinking. Without taking his eyes off of you. The second you were in his arms, Din felt marginally settled. He wasn’t going to lose you, couldn’t lose you. Din had sworn to himself that he’d take care of you, it was all he knew how to do, and he wasn’t going to stop for the sake of anyone.

Not even the sake of a world.

As Din carried you out of the building it occurred to him that he may be dooming an entire population of people. This world’s chances of survival were dropping from 65% to 0%. He knew that he should care. He knew that this information should bother him. That it should make his steps more hesitant and make his chest ache in indecision, but it didn’t. His choice had never been more clear to him. It was either this world or you. Din was choosing you. He’d always choose you.

When back on the ship, Din had only carried you a few steps when gasping could be heard. He turned around to see Dr. Pershing at the end of the ramp holding a blaster at him. The man was breathing hard, face red, as if he had sprinted all the way here to stop this from happening. Din had to admire his dedication. The man believed in this cause so much he was willing to go head to head with a Mandalorian who had just single handedly cleared out a medical facility. 

“I can’t let you do this.” Dr. Pershing snapped. “You’re dooming this world if you take her!”

A blaster fired. Dr. Pershing stumbled back, a hole in his chest, and Din held his blaster firm in his hand. Your legs draped over that arm had hidden his weapon well. A strangled gasp left the man’s lips and he collapsed into a motionless pile. Din shook his head, responding to a dead man’s words, “I don’t care.”

Din would protect you under any and all circumstances.

 Was that love?

[ootah-canadiensis]

STRIIIIIDERRRRR!

I wanted to see how I would interpret the very... very strange anatomy of the Strider. And let me tell you, I had a very tough time figuring out the damned thing.

First of all, You might notice a huge lack of the carapace that covers the Strider's legs and main body, that is because I've figured that the exoskeleton is largely artificial as the other synths seem to have it (with exception of the Hunter,) and that inclined me to believe that the Strider didn't naturally have it, and without it It would largely be that dark green musculature, which of course any living thing would have some form of skin and not exposed muscle. Another point towards the carapace being artificial is how it segments, appears to have bolts and of course, the ventilation on it's back. All of these factors would lead a pretty clear image that the synths originally had other forms of covering, with maybe some exception of the Dropship.

And of course, the mouth and "hand." The mouth is where the particle cannon of the Strider was, as it appears there are vestigial compound eyes next to it, and following the evolutionary advantage of the eyes being close to the mouth, as to know what you're eating... It only makes sense to put the mouth there. One thing that I also noticed in the HL:A model for the strider is that a small piece of musculature seems to "wrap around" where the particle cannon is, which I think might be some form of lip structure?

Next down the line on the head region are the bolts downwards of the giant "bolts" grafted onto the side of the neck, which I believe cover where the ears might've been? In my sketch you can see two frog-like tympanic tissues there. Since the Strider naturally is pretty fuckin' tall, it probably wouldn't need extensive protection for the ears (and also because it was easier for me to draw.)

And the next is... The hanging sack of meat that is the Warp Cannon. God, that was just so challenging to try and rationalise how and why a creature would even have something like it. And yet rationalise I did, as I made it where it is able to grasp things and function as a hand or arm, which inside of it is also it's reproductive organs which are more often than not sealed away like a cloaca or something.

Lastly, the feet of the Strider. I wanted to make sure that it's rounded end was still noticeable, while also resembling like an actual functioning foot. Which I ended up with a soft foot with 5 toes arranged in a star pattern. I had to add that in because it wasn't very clear on my sketch of the foot. I also ended up adding those hairs as sensitive whiskers.

And now for my own personal interpretations for its behaviour pre-combine (as if EVERYTHING wasn't my own personal interpretation beforehand)

In HL:A, you can hear "speech" from the Striders. That is something that caught my attention, and I think that might suggest that the Striders were also just as intelligent as us, just in their own way. As for their culture and society... I'm not sure, if someone wanted to use this as a base for something, be my guest :) At minimum their intelligence could be compared to something like an elephant.

And their feeding habits I imagine are a lot like sauropods of earth, using their rake-like teeth to strip off food such as branches or whatever their native flora might've been like. And speaking of their immense height to reach those glorious foods that most other animals can't get too...

They must have been on a planet with lower gravity, I mean just listen to their walking sounds in-game. Do your legs make creaking sounds just by walking? Their legs are clearly under stress from holding up their weight on Earth's gravity, and because of their new-found body's composition of being made of Combine stuff, their legs won't break! But if you were to place a pre-combine Strider on earth, their legs would- should shatter from their immense scale.

And their ears, I think that the Striders largely communicated through infrasound, largely making noises below our range of hearing which they would have naturally heard with their two sets of ears. With exception from the infrasonic communication being that of the deafening howls and "craggles" as I like to call them. And for their sound design in Half-Life: Alyx? I think those may be sounds that are generated from some kind of Combine tech. Not sure, though.

And I believe that is all I have to say, it was delightful trying to figure out just how the Striders probably would've functioned before the combine came along and mutilated them. And it was so incredibly hard not to have the Strider's warp cannon not be exactly what it looks like. If anything was hard to understand, I apologise since I wrote this all in one sitting and didn't have the time or patience to read it over. This will probably be my last Half-Life post like this unless I still have other ideas for how a lot of the aliens of this lovely franchise live beyond being an obstacle for Gordon to bash with a crowbar

[nach0]

MCYT Yuri Week; Day One - Dance/ Break

"Are you taking notes on our date?"

Wordcount: 1504

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It’s not often Pearl and Gem get the chance to relax and take some time away from things. It should have been nice, and by all accounts would’ve been, if only Gem could stop stressing for five minutes.

(Featuring art at the end!)

Gemini Tay, Grand Wizard of the Crystal Cliffs, was proud to say she was good at social interaction. It’d be disappointing if she wasn’t, after all the time she’d put into studying the cultures of each and every important person she’d ever have a chance of interacting with.

It was like a test. A constant, neverending test that she had to pass or else she’d start a war.

But she definitely wasn’t on edge at all! Large formal events totally didn’t make her nervous in any way! In fact, one on one interactions should probably be a breeze in comparison.

Courting wasn’t something she’d ever bothered to study. The Crystal Cliffs historically hadn’t held any close alliances for more than trade, the previous Grand Wizards emotionally detached by design. She’d thought herself the same, even after the Wither Rose Alliance was formed. It was the most involved the Cliffs had been in hundreds of years. Still, romance was something she hadn’t considered. It involved too much trust, too much vulnerability, for her to ever picture herself wanting.

That lack of foresight left her cramming every book on romance she could get her hands on five minutes before her very first real date with Pearl.

Apparently they’d been on ‘dates’ before, quiet moments stolen away in the midst of the chaos that was their lives. Pearl had mentioned a stargazing date fondly, leaving Gem thoroughly confused. It had been entirely spontaneous, she hadn’t even dressed up or planned anything, and it didn’t line up with anything she’d learned about how dating worked.

Not for the first time she wished there were more books on Helianthian culture. Maybe it would help her understand the distinction between ‘date’, ‘hanging out’, and just ‘chilling.’ She still wasn’t sure if they were all separate things yet. Maybe she could ask? But then it would reveal how little of her girlfriend’s kingdom she knew, then Pearl would get offended and break up with her, then leave the alliance, then the Cliffs, Mythland, and the Grimlands would all be without food and everyone would starve.

She was spiralling again. It was thoroughly unproductive.

None of her books were helping anyway. They were all about formal courtships, something Pearl had laughed about with her before-

“Now I get the intent,” she’d said, giggling slightly as she put the sunflowers into a vase. “But he would have had to buy these from my empire to gift them back to me.”

“Traditionally, it’s considered a sign of respect to give things of the courtee’s empire. It shows an interest in the culture they come from, and a willingness to compromise and combine their own culture in the process.”

Pearl rolled her eyes with a smile and Gem quickly closed her mouth, a long honed instinct from accidentally finding herself on the edges of people’s patience, but she got the odd impression that Pearl wasn’t annoyed at her.

“All this courting stuff has its place, but it’s not for me. If I find someone I want to go out with, it’d be nicer if it was natural. And if I don’t… no big deal. I’m happy with what I have. Besides, I know my type.”

Gem’s heart quickly found its place in her throat, thumping so loud she was surprised Pearl couldn’t hear it. “Can I ask what that type is?”

“I can say for sure it’s not-” Pearl squinted at the note, “-Brad from Mythland. Sorry buddy, better luck next time.”

They both laughed, and the matter was dropped.

-or wild, whirlwind romantic fantasies that moved so fast she had to put them down before uncomfortable bile rose in her throat. The thought of jumping into anything without preparation, but especially something as deep and personal as romance, made her nervous. She could handle spontaneity, liked it at times!  But there needed to be trust there first, a baseline to deviate from. Would Pearl try to move too fast for her? Would she say anything against it even if she did? There was no script for her to work from here, no guide to where normal boundaries lay. She was going in blind for the first time in a very long while.

Then a knock at the door signalled her preparation time was up.

“Gem?” Pearl called through the wood, amusement already creeping through her tone. “Did you lose track of time again?”

“No, I’m ready!”

She ran a hand down her shirt to clear all but a few methodical wrinkles, enough to seem casual without looking sloppy, and nodded once in satisfaction. The heavy wooden door opened for her with ease (and she definitely didn’t use magic to make herself seem more impressive.)

“Wow, you look… really nice.” Was Gem imagining the blush on Pearl’s cheeks? She had to be, especially as her voice quickly picked back up into fond teasing. “I didn’t know you even owned any casual outfits.”

The outfit could be considered casual. If one didn’t know the quite frankly overkill amount of thought Gem had put into it. Muted colours to give off a softer feel, an inversion of her regular layers as a symbol she wasn’t acting as a ruler but instead herself. Amethyst around her neck and hanging from her ears both for power in case of an emergency and a reminder of her empire’s resources. Her gloves were, admittedly, mostly just because she wanted an excuse to wear them. But to anyone that asked she could easily pass it off as a combination of the two of them, the stars and moons pattern conveniently fitting. She liked her regular gloves, the leather preventing any distracting textures, but it was nice to make a change every once in a while. 

“I’m full of surprises.” Gem smiled, looking Pearl up and down. She could analyse what it meant later, when they had a quiet moment, but for now they had places to be. “You look pretty as well.”

“Don’t I always?” She flipped her hair, tied up neatly in a braid that made Gem’s breath skip, turning her nose up for a moment before the act broke down into laughter. “Come on, I know you have a schedule for this. Lead the way.”

~

In Gem’s opinion, the date was going pretty well. She’d hit all her talking points and had genuine discussion, Pearl had laughed at her jokes, and she’d learned much more than she’d expected. They were taking a break while their horses drank from a nearby stream, Pearl leaning against a tree and Gem leaning on Pearl. 

It was nice. It was peaceful. It was very abruptly interrupted by the scratching of Gem’s pencil that was so much louder than she’d anticipated.

Pearl cracked an eye open and glanced down at her. “Gem?”

“Mhm?”

“Darling?”

“Yeah?”

“Person I adore more than anything in the world?”

“...Yes?”

“Are you taking notes on our date?”

Gem blushed, ears pressing against her head in embarrassment. She should have been more subtle, or just tried to remember everything she needed to know, even if it meant she’d have less energy to spend on concentrating on what was actually happening, she should-

Pearl pressed a kiss to her head, carefully avoiding her antlers.

“It’s cute, fawn.”

“I just want to get it right,” she muttered, picking at the fabric of her gloves. “I haven’t done this before, before or after becoming Grand Wizard. It’s all complicated and there’s no rules to fall back on if I get lost.”

Pearl hummed gently and unfurled a wing, wrapping it around Gem at her silent nod.

“We just came out of a war with a demon. No one expects you, or any of us, to readjust instantly. If you wanna put this on pause, catch your bearings a bit, I’ll get it. Just tell me, yeah? Don’t get trapped in that head of yours.”

She moved to tap her forehead but pulled back at the last second, humming gently instead. Her gaze didn’t hold any expectations, just a gentle patience and a warmth like the sun.

And oh, Gem remembered why she fell for Pearl in the first place.

“I don’t want to stop. It’s just… a lot. Sometimes. Not that it’s your fault!” She hurried to add. “Rules are just easier to work with, knowing the limits and expectations.”

There was no judgement. The world didn’t collapse, no one mocked her admission of weakness, and Pearl didn’t immediately rescind all of Helianthia’s resources.

It was… a little disorientating, if Gem was being honest.

“That’s ok. We can figure out what works together. I don’t mind if you write your notes or want to set guidelines, so long as it’s not hurting you. Don’t sacrifice what you want for me or anyone else.”

She pulled her ever slightly closer, and the wing around Gem’s shoulders was more comforting than any weighted blanket she owned.

“For today though, let’s just enjoy this break from the chaos. We’ve earned it.”

For once, Gem couldn’t agree more.

(if my laptop messes the colours of this up i'm going to explode btw ^^)

also i know i had a taglist but it's been like a year since i last used it so idk if anyone still wants to be tagged, i'm down for starting it up again though

@mcyt-yuri-week

[carmybearzattos]

hey i’m not sure if you’ve gotten this question before but do you have any random carmy headcanons?? i feel like talkin about the best boy in chicago :)

omg no one has asked me this before ty! i spend all my time thinking about carmy so i would love to talk about the bestest boy <3

ok assorted random messy carmy headcanons:

• he’s got undiagnosed adhd and i’ve got an entire list of justifications for this headcanon if anyone cares

• carried round a little teddy bear when he was a kid because i mean he’s literally called bear someone bought that kid a teddy bear.

• his favourite meal he’s ever had is something mikey made. probably the braciole

• got some jokes made at his expense by the international staff at noma for being italian american. “you don’t know how to make real authentic italian food, your family makes american garbage” kind of stuff

• probably had one dickhead teacher at school (everyone’s had at least one) who wanted him to stand up and read aloud in spite of his stutter. got shit for that and for not making eye contact with the class when he spoke. poor boy suffered so much at school :(

• first thing he ever learned to “cook” as a tiny little baby was peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. he doesn’t remember this bc he was too young but mikey put him up on a chair in the kitchen and showed him use a butter knife

• more of a mikey headcanon, but little mikey *did not* want another younger sibling. was not into the idea at all. then carmy was born and he immediately loved his baby brother more than anything in the whole entire world 💔

• the idea of virgin carmy is very endearing to me and just makes sense given the combination of his anxiety, the way his self hatred manifests in him just not allowing himself like anything good at all, and his lack of social life. but even if he has had sex before he’s still like had zero relationship experience but i mean that part’s canon.

• i like the idea of his angels tattoo being the very first one he got since it’s for sugar and mikey

• i don’t know when and i don’t know how but he gets that denim jacket he sells in the pilot back. me and jeremy allen white are in agreement on this.

• his mommy issues fascinate me. i don’t think she was ever abusive to carmy but between trying to run the beef and raise three kids on her own she probably didn’t have as much time for him as she wanted to and when she was around she was stressed and agitated and not great company. like her sons she probably had some undiagnosed mental illness going on and that had a big impact on carmy. probably worse than it did with mikey and sugar since they had their dad around longer. and i imagine carmy’s probably more like his mom than he ever wants to think about.

• speaking of his dad, i think carmy hates himself so much he probably sometimes thinks “oh maybe if i hadn’t been born maybe my dad would still be around. maybe one more kid was just too much and if it had only been mikey and sugar it would be fine.” he’s wrong of course, but this is the same boy who blames himself for mikey dying.

um ok i probably have a million more carmy thoughts but this is running long so here you go anon!

also if anyone ever wants to come into my ask box and talk about carmy (or sydney or richie!) please do i love to hear people’s thoughts!!!

[crazylittlejester]

DAILY BRAINROT

Disclaimer: If nothing I say makes sense, it's probably because I'm so stressed I almost set the microwave on fire.

I'm glad to see that the Warriors knits headcanon is alive and well. In fact, it is thriving. This brings me immense joy because I've been losing my mind over it for the past several months, and it looks like it's here to stay. :) The best part is when someone writes a scene where Legend is embroidering/sewing and Warriors is knitting, and they're BONDING OVER THEIR CRAFTS.

In other news, I am seriously considering making glowing Warriors' power and having it be kind of like those glow-in-the-dark stickers people put on the ceilings of their kids' bedrooms. Hear me out. He can be powered by the sun, like a solar panel, and store the extra energy to do Cool Superhero Stuff with. The unfortunate side effect being that he tends to burn off excess energy by glowing in the dark. This means he has been explicitly banned from working night shifts because his cover would be blown.

It also means that he's the perfect nightlight for kids with nightmares.

I'm really looking forward to writing up more of the first meeting stories now that I've gotten the one about Legend & Wild posted, but since I'm making myself wait until I get the next chapter of Hyrule's fic up I'm just going to ramble at you about it instead.

I haven't decided which one to do next, but I have thought about the one for the trio (I also need a better name to refer to them). Anyway, I'm thinking that Twilight and Warriors actually grew up knowing each other, but sort of lost touch for a little while. Twilight was busy with the Twili stuff and getting used to his new abilities, while Warriors was in the middle of the mess with Cia. Sometime after that, they get back in touch, and they've both decided that they want to move out. Twilight wants to leave Ordon because he feels uncomfortable there now, and Warriors wants to move to a different district in Castletown to avoid anything related to Cia. Right around the same time, Sky is looking for roommates because he doesn't want to go to college in Skyloft or something. Ghirahim probably has something to do with it because I kind of doubt that he'd be very chill about Sky killing his master... Regardless, they get introduced to each other and the rest is history.

Slightly related to that, Sky is going to be an interesting combination of ideas here and is quickly becoming a favorite of mine for this project. He's kind of similar to Time because he's an incredibly powerful individual that dropped off the radar. He showed up, kicked villain butt, and then vanished (curtesy of Sun). I'm poking him because I have a lot of ideas about that. Maybe he doesn't like thinking about it? Maybe he doesn't remember what he did? Maybe it wasn't actually him and he was just possessed or something? Could he maybe be the source material for the experiment that made Wild? Is he just like this or is it trauma or his power(s) or did someone else do this to him?

Gnawing on all these questions as if I don't have things due tonight.

IM SO SORRY DUDE. they call me the kitchen appliance killer, i think the only thing safe from me is the stove and the blender- but i’m also afraid of fire so like, i don’t go near the stove anyway lmao 🕺 but fr I really hope you feel less stressed :(

YES YES YES. I love the wars knits headcanon it’s everything to me, i’ve been tryin to find a good place to throw it in a fic. AND WARS AND LEGEND BONDING OVER CRAFTS IS JUST PEAK

DO IT. DO IT, TAKE MY FUCKING MONEY. /j SOLAR POWERED NIGHT LIGHT GLOWSTICK WARS IS EVERYTHING TO ME

ooooooh okay okay, i like it >:)

istg the ‘hero/vigilante’ type au turning sky into peoples favorites is a real thing, it happened to me writing FH9. He’s my FAVORITE character in that ENTIRE au 😭 im so excited to see what you do with him in this 👁️👁️

remember to take care of yourself 🫶 get some water and snacks if you need em

[tiniest-puppy-around]

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Wenclair Agere Headcanons + Moodboard __________________

Regressor Enid & Caregiver Wednesday

So, after watching the new Wednesday series on Netflix i very quickly developed a hyperfixiation on the show in general and specifically on Enid and Wednesday. And after discovering there is basically nothing agere related for this show I decided to take matters into my own hands and write something myself for the first time since I was around 12!

Since it's been so long I've gotten pretty rusty, so apologies if it didn't turn out too good.

But i really hope i can make some fans of the show happy with this post :)

If you like it or have ideas please let me know!

I'd love to hear what you think ir maybe write more on these two if anyone is interested :D

So, here we go!

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-Enid often involuntarily regresses because of the stress her parents put on her, but she also regresses just for the fun of it

-Wednesday found out after discovering a crying regressed Enid in their room

-While she usually isn't very good at comforting others she tried her best to figure out what's wrong with the crying girl

-The short slurred replies combined with chewing on her shirt and how small she looked made her eventually realize what's going on with her roommate

-Wednesday awkwardly tried to comfort the small girl and eventually got her calm enough to get her into her bed and sleep, telling her "it'll be better tomorrow"

-The next day Enid tried to apologize to her, but was assured that it was fine to regress around her since "she isn't as appalling as other kids"

-once small-Enid warmed up to Wednesday enough to regularly regress around her, they became an inseparable duo

-Enids favorite thing to do with Wednesdays is to play pretend together with her stuffies

-Wednesday will throw in random cases of Homicide or Manslaughter (which she words as child friendly as possible) in the middle of the game which always leaves Enid a giggling mess ("Why are you laughing Enid? This crime is no laughing matter" *cue more giggling).

-Enid is always trying to hug Wednesday, at first she would shy away from the affection but at some point just accepted it as part of the small-enid-package deal

-Wednesday would often read parts of her novel to Enid as a bedtime story, but after Enid once got a nightmare from it and woke her up crying they switched to some of the more brutal original fairytales such as red riding hood, the little mermaid or Hansel and Gretel.

-One of Enids favorite stuffies is a rainbow puppy she got from Wednesday. She said it reminded her of Enid because of how "disgustingly colorful" it was.

-When regressed Enid often ends up unconsciously chewing on stuff and after chewing through multiple sleeve collars Wednesday got her a Wolf-shaped teether which ended up saving the rest of her shirts.

-Enid loves just listening to Wednesday play on her chello or the typing noises when she's working on her novel. Often she'll just stay close to her and either just listen or will keep her company by plopping down next to Wednesday and working hard on some coloring pages.

[sweet-s0rr0w]

Twenty Questions for Fic Writers

Thank you so much to @citrusses, @danpuff-ao3, @tackytigerfic, @maesterchill and @squintclover for tagging me in this! I loved reading your answers, which is what made me finally decide to do this one. I'm really awful at these, and I'm stuck in that endless blank early period of motherhood where my focus is so inwards, so survivalist, that I've lost all sense of popular songs/films/sport, which is a big part of why I don't generally do other 'about you' type posts. So I'm also tagging @elskanellis, @epitomereally, @mallstars, @oknowkiss and @thecouchsofa who recently tagged me in other posts to say thank you <3 and I appreciate you, and here, do this one if you like <3

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

25, good grief

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

332,461!

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Just Harry Potter. Can’t see that changing any time soon, but never say never. Meanwhile F1 will remain the One That Got Away!

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Nor All That Glisters (111k, E, Drarry)

Kept in Cages (77k, E, Drarry)

Dreaming Skies (21k, E, Dron collab with @tackytigerfic)

When The Party's Over (5.4k, E, Drarry)

Among the Elements (8.3k, E, Drarry)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Embarrassingly enough, not usually. Basically, I got very overwhelmed last summer after writing Kept in Cages, because I pushed myself ridiculously hard to get it finished in time for Wireless (last fic in Wireless, but I made it!!) Combined with a lot of stress in my personal life, I then experienced massive burnout and had six months of complete writer’s block. Meanwhile, I got some really wonderful, brilliant, thoughtful comments on that fic, and I felt just awful and like a total fraud who couldn’t put a sentence together, and couldn’t bring myself to even respond. And now I don’t feel like I can reply to anything more recent until I’ve got through the old comments, etc etc. I guess I should just get over myself and crack on though, because I love getting comments and do really truly read and appreciate every single one.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I tend to give them at the very least a hopeful ending, so I had to look through my account to work this out, and I think this has to go to my weird tiny little dark fic Not Waving (M, 3k, Drarry).

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

As above, I do like a happy ending, but rarely is it unqualified happiness. Kept in Cages, maybe, because I like that they’ve built a life away from everything, and that it’s something that they’ve each freely chosen. Or perhaps Silhouettes (E, 17k, Dronarry), which now I think about it does have a rare conveniently-packaged ending!

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not yet! The odd lightly offensive bookmark rating, but nothing that especially bothers me. I got caught up in the top/bottom trolling early in my time in fandom, but that stuff was so ridiculous I just deleted the lot of it and didn’t think of it again.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I write what I want to read, really, which (naturally) involves smut. I can’t do PWPs though; there’s a Tumblr post that says, like, ‘I’m going to write a quick PWP, the starting premise is that character A has lost their faith in god’, and this is kind of me. Sex in fic for me is a big part of relationship development, and so I usually slot in whatever works best for the characters from that point of view. I’m actually writing something right now that’s fast sexual burn/slow relationship burn, and it’s a very new dynamic for me, to try and take the feelings away (a bit, obviously they’re going to catch them sooner or later).

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I don’t really enjoy reading them, so it doesn’t really enter my mind to try and write one. I suppose sports AUs are the exception to the rule – does that count? I haven’t written one, but I’ve read some I’ve adored (@sleepstxtic, @citrusses) and I could see myself having a go.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

A couple, I think. Someone translated NATG to Brazilian Portuguese, all 111k of the thing (although looking now I think it might have been taken down!), and Nice I think got translated to Vietnamese.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes, Dreaming Skies with @tackytigerfic. Dream come true, etc etc. I have to say, I’d absolutely be up for another collab with someone in the future (time/life/etc allowing, which is a big if for me).

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

Drarry. Twenty-one years and counting!

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Oh, I’d never say never! Good to always have something on the backburner, I say.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue, I think. And I used to think pacing, but currently having a slight crisis about this in my latest fic, so get back to me! But yeah, dialogue; as I was saying to @fluxweeed the other day, sometimes I feel like I write my fics by just filling in the gaps between dialogue.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Everything that’s not dialogue! No, I’d say probably endings. I don’t think I’ve mastered the art of ending strong just yet. I’m too keen to satisfy readers, possibly, or maybe it’s the dialogue thing again, I want to end on a quip or something, and it never sits quite right. I should really start looking at what I think makes a good ending, I guess.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Fine? I mean, I wouldn’t personally do it using google translate or anything, because I’d have horrors that I’d accidentally end up insulting someone, but if I know the language a bit and/or have someone I can trust to help, that’s fine.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

First and only, HP. I read HP back in the early 00s – a broad range of stuff, following the well-known authors (Cassie Clare, Maya, Rhysenn, Aja etc), but was always just a lurker, never part of fandom (was too nervous, and too busy with F1, which was a very niche fandom back then, consisting of about 30 of us and an unhealthy number of screenshots of Jarno Trulli’s backside after every race – I ran a fic archive and modded fests etc, but never wrote). Then when I got back into fandom, it was immediately HP, and immediately Drarry <3

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

Don’t make me choose between my children!

Tagging: gosh, I think I've tagged enough people just in the course of my ramblings! Oh, maybe also @shealwaysreads, and @skeptiquewrites if you haven't done it, and the Aussie crew @moonflower-rose and @shiftylinguini, I'd love to know your answers if you have the inclination. Anyone who gets a tag for the post please feel free to do it and please do tag me with your responses <3

[cupcakeinat0r]

HIIII 🌵 here again !!

Idk about you but my biggest kinda like headcanon about my guy Miguel is that Peter buys him a bunch of those comedy shirts and gives him pictures of Mayday along with little gifts and stuff and that he keeps ALL of them. Like he defo has a little cupboard or something dedicated to them. Yk what I mean?? He probably has a little shrine for Mayday, dare I say. Did you see the way he held her in that one atsv scene where he was introduced to Miles, and how he only gave her back when she had reached for Peter?? Ugh. I’m melting into a puddle on the floor.

I’m gonna sound like an absolute maniac here talking about Miguel because he’s genuinely a massive fixation of mine but carrying on what I said in the last post, it would be insane if he didn’t get a redemption arc or got shunned as the bad guy over and over. Having a daughter disappear in your arms is probably one of the most traumatising things to happen to someone. We got build up, build up, build up and then the climax of the problem, but no solution. What will the solution be?? Sony??? Hello??? They CANNOT leave us hanging like that.

Honestly it’s really hard to hate ANYONE in the spiderverse movies. I saw a tumblr post the other day where someone said that everyone in the movies were depicted as real people, with an equally complex story, so it’s more difficult to hate them. I agree with it 100%. Yeah, Miguel was really horrible to Miles and the others and they deserve a massive apology but Miguel also probably shuts himself away instead of talking to people, so he feels combined guilt and also stress because he just never talks about it. Anyone would snap like that. I really hope we get to see a softer side of him, or like you said: a heart to heart talk to someone or even to himself so we can understand him more. Maybe we can get a little insight of what happened in his original universe after he left to be a dad in the other one???

I’m gonna shut up now bcs this is getting really long and this is kind of me just dumping my thoughts into your asks (sorryyyttt) is it obvious I really love this man

- 🌵 (she/her (pronouns reveal??? Insane. I might also start putting the date here so I can remember when I wrote it if you answer these (17/6/24))) LOVE YOU

Hi 🌵!!!!!!<3

Awww wait that hc is so cute!!! He would most likely never tell or let anyone know that he keeps those gifts lmao. And that man loves that little girl, and yes, that is a strong word, but Miguel is a girl dad thru n thru n that lil baby is his weakness!!

Right! They’re probably off in some cupboard or hidden drawer at his lab. It’d be real easy to hide things in there considering how dark it is lmao. Do you think in order to feel something, he’ll go n look at those ‘gifts’ n think about Gabriella n then start getting emotional then then then and then

No yeah it would definitely feel like a cheat if Sony didn’t spend some time on him. It would be a huuuuge fumble. Like, Sony, y’all have a million dollar character right here that is begging for redemption, please n thank you <3 On my knees and praying to whoever is up there that the girlies at Sony write a scene of Miguel being soft. Like…. Please…. Yall gave him 10 minutes of screen time and he was mad for every single one of them.

That would be a nice idea!!! I have hopes that they’ll expand on that. I’m just saying, if it ends up that the theory is actual BS and Gabri’s dimension didn’t fall bc of Miguel but bc of something completely unrelated… I could literally pass away happy omfg.

Don’t be sorry!!! I love when people leave asks like these!!! That’s we come on this app, to let our fixations fixate !!! We love our man <3

Ngl, the date thing is actually kinda helpful cuz then I see it n I’m like “omfg I’m the worst I made this person wait days before I answered this ask, let me respond to it now” lmao. And omg!! She/her!!! A fellow girlie (gn)!!!!

Thanks for sending this in, luv! Always a pleasure talking to you 🫶🌵 ily MWAH <3

[journey-to-the-attic]

thot..... its unlikely ik gets out of seven sin things in a row totally fine right? hear me out. what if being in all their inner worlds like that 'stained' her with their sins somehow. so ik gets like an overload of the entire thing?

idk im just rlly over mc constantly and thanklessly doing the most for the brothers in nb so i want ik to get some of that good hurt/comfort too 😭

i really can't tell if you're calling me a thot or if that's your way of writing 'thought'... but, anyway-

yess [rubbing hands together evilly] this is good fodder for angst!! i think it could mix with the idea that being in the past is also taking a toll on her in a more direct and tangible way - like mc and solomon beginning to lose their magic (though... they seem to have forgotten about that in recent lessons??)

i feel like what happened with lucifer during his own Sin Thing probably was a triggering factor... i've said before that ik just kinda goes through nb with a very "fuck it we ball" attitude, because the only way she can cope with the stress of the whole situation is to be super happy-go-lucky about it - and it's been alright so far, because the brothers have taken well to her, but it's not like there aren't moments (especially early on) where she's treated kinda poorly

it'll be better by the time the sin stuff all happens, but all the same ik's kind of on her last nerve, so lucifer snapping on her is just the last straw. of course, at the time, she managed to pull herself together long enough to resolve the situation - and lucifer did immediately go "shit" and start trying to salvage things - but then things kinda got lost with lucifer being 'cured', so i don't think ik really recovered

the 'sin staining' thing is a super cool idea! it makes sense too, since i see the brothers 'inner worlds' as a sort of snapshot of their soul at that point - their deepest thoughts made physical - so it makes sense that ik would be affected by entering them during the Sin Stuff, since i figure there'd be high concentrations of that dark energy or something

i'm not yet completely sure on how her symptoms would manifest, though... i imagine all seven sins combining would make for an absolute mess of emotions, so when she crashes, she crashes hard. might be an opportunity for her to just go genuinely unhinged - constant swinging between moods, between painful clarity, where she's begging for help, and incoherent delirium, where she's so lost in her own head that she doesn't know the difference between hurting herself and taking care of herself

she gets a concentrated dose of each other the brothers' own emotions that led to their own Sin Thing (which i shall henceforth call their singularity, aren't i clever), which would mix with her own anguish about being trapped in the wrong time - plus she'd probably be beating herself up for being 'ungrateful, or else about the sort of things the seven deadly sins would make you think

solomon would probably have to just put her to sleep for her own safety.... i don't think the brothers could just pull the same inner world trick ik used to help them, either, because it's not just an ik thing, it's also all of THEIR things interfering and corrupting her mind. barbatos could do some weird time magic maybe????

[specialagentlokitty]

Mr Evershed x Teen!reader - family isn’t always blood

A/N: thanks to @casserole-from-dads-asserole for putting up with my weird ideas and helping me create this 😂💜

Part one:

You looked at the paper in your hand with a heavy frown on your face and you set it aside, looking at the woman sat opposite you.

“So they want to combine the two very separate, very different schools?”

“That is what it looks like yes, do you have any idea on why they would be doing this Julie? You’re the go too between Ackley Bridge College and MTA.”

The woman shook her head.

“I’m not entirely sure, I wasn’t warned about this. But apparently it has recently been taken over by some trust, so maybe that has something to do with it?”

“Perhaps. The meeting is tomorrow. We will find out then, will you be attending with me?”

“Of course, if you want me too.”

You nodded your head and stood up and looked at your watch.

“Alert the students and stuff it is midnight and they can go home.”

“Of course, are you locking up?”

You nodded and she nodded and left, and you began to tidy everything away, setting all the files back and locking the cabinet.

Once away everything was away and out of sight, you set the desk back the way you found it and you left.

You walked back to the large building which held MTA students outside and wondering about inside.

“Is it true?!” Someone yelled.

You looked over at them.

“The night and day school merging?”

“I will let you know tomorrow.”

With that, you made your way to the top floor and headed to your desk to carry on working.

As morning came, you looked at your clock then got up, throwing in your blazer you made your way downstairs where Julie was waiting for you.

“Ready to go?”

You nodded your head and she drove you both over and she spoke to the receptionist and you were led towards a conference room.

There was already people in it and they all stood up when you walked in and they greeted Julie first.

“I’m Ken, the trust member over seeing the transfer. This is Mandy Carter, headteacher, and this is Martin Evershed, deputy head. I assume you’re (Y/N) (L/N), CEO of MTA?”

“No, I’m Julie, just the deputy CEO.”

They all looked at you.

“A student?” Mrs Carter asked.

You stepped toward and looked at them all in boredom.

“I am the CEO of MTA.”

“That’s.. that’s a teenager…?” Mr Evershed whispered.

You snapped your gaze to him.

“I apologise if I do not look as old or stressed out as you. I am the CEO and your letter was addressed to myself, so if we can hurry this up I am a busy person.”

The three shivered at the coldness of your tone, and they all slowly sat down.

Julie sat down and you stood at the end of the table hands clasped behind your back as you idly gazed at them.

“You wish to combine both the night school and the day school, why?”

“Well, what’s the point of having two different schools running from the same building? There’s only a handful of students at MTA, it’ll fit perfectly.” Ken said.

“Our students learn two different things.” You said.

“Please, I’m sure if I even tried to talk to you about this you wouldn’t understand, being a student yourself. Maybe it’s best to leave the adults to talk.”

You looked at Ken, and raised a hand when Julie went to talk.

She nodded her head and you blinked.

“You’re just a teenager who probably inherited this position right?”

You slowly reached out, placing your palms on the table and you leant forward a little as you stared at him.

He shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

“I may have the appearance of a teenager but let me assure you I am more mature than all three of you combined. I have successfully run MTA for a long time, I am no student, and do not dare think you can order me around.” You whispered.

He gulped, and he slowly nodded his head.

“Tell me the real reason why you are combining the schools and do not even think to lie to me, any of you.”

“The trust are cutting the schools funding, and they can’t keep running the two separate schools.”

You stood up and clasped your hands behind your back again.

“If funding in the issue I can offer funding to keep the schools separate.”

“They want the schools combined.” Mr Evershed said.

“I see. I assume there is not much of a day for us here. Fine, I will agree to this, but be aware that we have a strict list of things we will need, Julie will send this over.”

With that, you left and Julie organised everything with them, and the following Monday, you were stood in front of the hall of teachers.

The MTA students all stood behind you, hands clasped in front of them.

“The trust had combined both the night school and the day school, MTA students will be attending core subjects in the respecting year groups, but they will also hold their own lessons. Lunches and breaks will be at separate times, and they will start and finish later than us.” Mrs Carter said.

“So we’re supposed to now accept freaks into our school?”

“Mrs Carp!” Someone hissed.

You turned to the woman and stepped forward.

“We are no different to the rest of you, we bleed, we cry, we laugh. We share the same genetic material which makes us who we are, which makes us humans. The only thing that makes us stand out, is a mutation in our genes, nothing more, nothing less.”

“And we’re supposed to listen to you? A child?” Someone said.

You took another step forward, and Julia walked over, placing a hand on your shoulder she looked at you.

“Don’t act so irrationally…” she whispered.

“They will not respect me until I show them why they should respect me.” You said.

She sighed and nodded, stepping aside and you looked down on all the teachers.

“Perhaps I should show you exactly why I am the CEO of this school.”

You raised your hand, and tilted your palm towards the floor.

Clenching your hand into a fist, a pentagram appears on the ground, glowing black as lightening surrounded inside of it, and a large flaming dog appeared in the middle, growling and snarling.

People gasped, shouted and jumped back.

“I am a sorcerer by birth.”

You clicked your fingers and everything vanished.

“Mutants are separated into classes, each class has a danger ranking. Make no mistake, I may look like just another student to you all, but I could have this country on its knees if I do wanted.” You said.

You stepped back.

“The MTA is a multinational school which teaches mutants how to control their powers, use them to defend themselves and others if needed.”

You turned around and walked away, vanishing into the air.

Julie settled the students into their new classroom, and you appeared in the classroom.

“There is a variety of rules you must obey, as students here in the normal world you set an example for us all.”

You listened the rules and someone stood up.

“Cameron.”

“So if you teleport can I?” He beamed.

“Absolutely not, not unless you are in the boarding house.”

“That’s not fair.”

“I am older than you, and your leader, remember that. The day you can defeat me in a fight maybe I’ll consider letting you teleport.”

Everyone laughed and Cameron huffed as he sat down.

You left the room again, wondering the hallways, you made your way to the front office and knocked on the door before walking in.

You looked at Mr Evershed, Mrs Carter and Mrs Carp.

“I just need some of my files.” you said.

Walking over the your cabinet you unlocked it and flicked through as you pulled some out and set them aside.

“You’re nothing more than a child playing grownup…”

You paused.

“Sue!” Mr Evershed hissed.

You turned around and stared at her blankly.

“Does my power terrify you Mrs Carp? Do my students, my school terrify you?” You asked.

“As a matter of fact, yes.”

You hummed, grabbing your files, you locked everything up and walked past her and back to the door.

“Good, so they should.”

With that you left.

Mr Evershed laughed a little as turned away, and he shook his head a little.

“Sorry, sorry. But seriously, you’re scared of a few teenagers?”

“Mutants Martin. I’m scared of mutants and it would do you well to remember what they did in the past.”

“Just.. be nice. Both of you.” Mrs Carter said.

Mr Evershed turned to look at her.

“Do you really think this is going to work? Humans and Mutants?”

“Honestly? I hope so. But.. there’s still a lot of fear around them.”

He nodded his head, knowing she was right.

Though he was curious as to why a teenager was playing headteacher of a large and important school

[askbensolo]

(Fight/freeze anon here)

Maybe Fannie could write her thoughts down? Sometimes that’s easier than talking out loud. Or maybe disengage for a little bit, and come back with cooler heads. Or some combination of both. Leave, write down what you are thinking, edit it, put it on a good sheet, come back, and talk about it calmly or exchange papers.

To answer your other question, I LOVE being married! It’s like having a permanent teammate! It’s like it’s you and them vs the world (not you vs them). My wife is my favorite thing about myself. She feels like home. She’s the only thing I don’t have to worry about in my crazy ass life.

Also she’s crazy attractive. And she’s wildly into me for some reason I will never understand. So I really lucked out with that (not all marriages have to involve sex—important to remember—and that’s something you have to figure out together with your partner).

I never thought I would get married but I wouldn’t change it for anything now. Honestly it only gets better with time. All of it. I actually want to, like, grow old now. With her.

Wild concept for me tbh but i kinda like it

Hey pal! Thanks for all the advice. Super appreciate it. She and I talked yesterday, and it went pretty well. I think we'd both had a lot of time to calm down and think about what we really wanted, whether we wanted to spend weeks and weeks being upset, and, well...I think we were both starting to miss each other.

I...told her that love her. Which is still kind of embarrassing, but...every time I say it, it gets a little less embarrassing. And I brought up what you were saying, about the different stress responses, and how she and I are different, and she shared from her perspective, and I did my best to listen. And I think we understand each other a little better now.

I also let her know some of the things I've been thinking about. About things that would make our relationship difficult.

On that topic…I'm kinda starting to feel differently about sex. I mean, don't get me wrong—it still freaks the hell outta me. But what I mean is...I'm starting to feel...kind of sad that it does. I still don't want to have sex, but...it's not because I'm happy, which is how I was my whole life until now. It's because I'm...scared. You know...?

And I'm kind of starting to get it now, that it's not always just people being nasty and gross and animal, it's kind of a very unique thing, where you get to be very very very close with someone for a moment, so close that one is literally inside the other (I am resisting the urge to find that unbelievably horrific), and...it makes me feel kind of sad...the thought that...maybe being very very very close to someone will never feel good to me, will always sound sickening to me, and just always remind me of...when I was very very very close to you-know-who.

But...hey. It's like you said. Sex isn't really the most important part of being with someone, is it? It's...everything else. And the “everything else” bit, the idea of choosing someone for life, the concept of ending up married one day like my parents...it took me a while to cook, but...yeah, I’m on board.

All that to say—I totally get what you're saying about having a teammate. Someone who feels like home. That's how I felt about her, before I even decided I was in love with her. That time I came home and she had made dinner for me...all the mornings I walked out into the kitchen knowing she was meditating at the table and we'd have our caf together...folding the laundry and talking about stuff... I mean, Treeso and I were best buds but...I don't know. Girls are just different, I guess. Or...more like one girl in particular—I don't feel this way toward anyone else.

Dang, I never thought I’d be saying all of this. Feels weird. But…also good?

We agreed to wait until she moves out, before officially starting anything. Which...kind of puts us in an awkward spot. We're not friends, not dating...but some secret third thing.

Well...no. We are friends still. We're just...also something else. But...not fully. But we decided to keep having caf together in the mornings, and making dinner on Fridays, and watching movies together, and going out on weekends, just...without calling any of those things dates. Which...doesn't seem to change anything to me, but I guess it makes a difference to her?

I don't know. It's messy. And it'll only get messier. Especially if we do long-distance (I mean, there's long distance, and then there's living in different galactic sectors). And if we sort through all our issues (there are many). And if we end up fighting again...

But...hey. I've kinda got a feeling that it's worth it.

Especially when she looks at me, in that way that she does. With pure affection and admiration and happiness radiating from her beautiful eyes, and her smile that looks like it's just barely holding back all the joy she's ever felt. I wish I could stop time and just...let her look at me like that, forever.

Man, she's something.

[zatdummesmadchen]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you! get to know your mutuals and followers 💜💜

*gasps* of course!!! Tyvm!!! I don't have many friends but I could tag some of my mutuals who might or might not like me (*^-゜)vThanks! In no particular order:

CATS !!!!

adorable creatures. can do wrong. very spicy, sweet, and have lots of personality. stupid af but very elegant. they are so silly :3 and do funny tricks, which is very thearatic. very much love. come in many shapes, forms, and colours. I love the ones that look completely moronic.

Look at these idiots. pure beauty. They have nothing in their brains ‼️‼️‼️ ofc I luv beauty/sad cats too, I just relate more to these dumbpussies.

Reading/watching

I love reading anything basically, mythologies, psychology, myths, different cultures, planets, stars, biology, sometimes politics especially when it comes to human rights and class systems, novels and fanfics, especially when it's dark, raw, messy. Wish I had made a list but my life is such a mess that I can't keep track of things the way I wish I could.... but!!! I love silly slow romances, yknow victorian or Christian vibes because the stakes are so high that makes you go- Ooooooooh I see u honhon. Love cultural and ancient romances, desi, East Asian, slavic. It doesn't even have to be about romance. I just love knowing about different things!!!! Especially countries.

Also watching. Space videos, myths & legends, horror, thriller, dark shows. I just don't really get the time to watch things... also many animes!!!

Food/cooking/bake

FOOD!!!! Seafood, vegetables, chicken, meat, dairy whatever!!! Make it flavorful and spicy and I will eat it 😋 especially trying new food or making it from different cultures. I don't have any allergies hehe and am not picky. I would also love to bake and make many things one day!!! And share it with my family or friends mostly. Also new drinks!!!

I want to make this cute recipe book, mostly some from my mom's/dad's cooking and add some stuff from different cultures !!! And basically pass it down to my children so they can try it too.

Hmm. Next.... Writing??? Editing???

Okay, so I do love writing stuff, poems, drafts, my own opinions, stories, and fanfics, and I love!! Making my posts look decent, at the very least. Some aesthetic edits and posts!!! I think it can be stressful, though, especially when there isn't much engagement or my brain is mushy, but I still love it in a way. I love playing with pictures, coming up with colour combinations, and all. It just... It feels nice. Especially because I like my thoughts to look orderly, neat. Otherwise, I genuinely feel like losing my mind.

This is embrassing but.... conversations, comments, thoughts

I actually really like it when people want to share their thoughts with me, their ideas and opinions, maybe just some asks even. No matter how silly it is. I like talking with people, even though it can be so anxious because I low-key think that everyone is out to get me lmaoooo. But yeah, I like it when someone takes some time to talk with me, even if it's just a tag on a bizarre meme. It makes me feel connected with others. Embrassing to admit it tbh pfft.

There are many more things but meh I will end it here!!! Thank you very much for this ask ☆ ✨️🌻🐝

[rubykgrant]

(Up-dated and adjusted the beginning of my Simmons Interview; it is less chunky than before, and while I'm sprinkling in little hints of stuff that comes up in the plot later, it isn't over-explained yet)

Simmons was sitting still, clearly trying to avoid fidgeting, but it was simply impossible for him to NOT seem awkward. Actually, when she thinks back, the only times Andrews can recall Simmons being some form of “confident” was usually when he got angry enough to forget his own nerves. Or, when somebody managed to distract him into having a relaxing conversation (usually, that somebody was Grif). Otherwise, Simmons was his own worst enemy, trying too hard and stressing himself out.

“Um, before we really start the interview, can I- would it be OK for me to say something?” he asked, surprising Andrews.

“Yes, of course. Do you want to tell me something off the record, or-”

“No, it can go in the final version, I just wanted to start with this…” he was definitely feeling awkward for some reason, but rather than call attention to it, Andrews let him continue.

“Sure. Go right ahead,” she gave him an encouraging nod.

“Well… I already talked to him about this, so he knows, but, I mean- the last time you did a story on us, I was kind of… in a bad mood. We all were. So at the time, I was complaining a LOT about Grif. To be fair, I always complain about Grif, because he drives me CRAZY, and half the time he does it on purpose, like a jerk, but when we left and he didn’t come with us? I wasn’t just complaining or making fun of him, I was acting like he wasn’t even my friend. HE started it, back on Iris, and I felt like he didn’t care about ME, so I was trying to make it seem like I didn’t care about him, and he wasn’t even there for me to argue about it with him- uh, anyway, my point was, I wish I could take that shit back, because he IS my friend, and he’s not… he’s not worthless. He matters, a lot, to me but also just- just in general. I’m not really good at apologizing when I don’t have time to write it all out, but that’s what I’m trying to do. I shouldn’t have talked about Grif like that, even if my feelings were hurt. He’s my friend, and he’s important, and I’m sorry, and I’m going to stop talking now, OK? OK!”

At last, Simmons stopped sitting like he was posing for picture day at school, letting out a groan; some combination of embarrassment and relief.

Andrews had to hold in a laugh, knowing it would just make him more flustered. It wasn’t that she thought he was ridiculous, she was just fondly amused that he wanted to begin this by driving-home the point; he cared about Grif.

“I think that’s a nice gesture, Simmons, and is exactly what will help everybody who sees this understand that all of you are just… people. You make mistakes, and you fight. But you also care about each other,” as she said this, Simmons sat up a little straighter again, but less rigid than before. Good, she had at least mildly helped put him at ease. “I’m sure your friends appreciate it, too!”

“It’s weird. I’m still not used to actually having this many friends,” Simmons admitted.

“… would you be offended if I asked how many friends you had before, when you were younger?” Andrews has seen lots of old footage in which Simmons had been made fun of, sometimes for his lack of social skills, and the assumption this meant he had no friends. If this was too sore a subject, she’d just leave it behind. Still, she couldn’t help but wonder, just what he had been like “before”. What had they all been like before…

“Basically zero,” he answered, not with much bitterness, mostly just a sense of boredom.

“Not even when you were really little?” she asked.

“I guess, maybe, but not anybody I got to know very well. Other kids didn’t like me much, and besides, I wasn’t allowed to- I mean, I was more responsible than kids. I wasn’t noisy, I never made a mess in my room, I wasn’t running around outside getting my clothes dirty. I was very… well-behaved, and mature for my age. That’s why my parents could trust me to be home alone, whenever they had to work. So it was fine, really!”

“I see. Did you ever feel lonely?” Andrews wasn’t sure if she should point out that it sounded a bit like he had been ‘forbidden to play’ and then neglected as a child… she decided that was conversation to be had outside of the interview room. She didn’t want Simmons to feel like he was being ‘judged’, and he also didn’t need her acting like an amateur therapist.

“I… might. MIGHT. Have a problem with. Um. Feeling anxious for approval and attention… which may possibly be connected to my… lack of social interaction when I was younger,” Simmons admitted, trying very hard to keep his voice even and neutral.

“What about later, in middle school and high school?”

“Oh, I was a lost cause by then. I couldn’t stop trying to fit in, but I just COULDN’T, and if I wasn’t being annoying, I was being obnoxious. I never got to do lots of normal-teenager-junk,” for a moment, Simmons sounded genuinely sad. Andrews was considering changing the subject, when he seemed to perk back up. “The most rebellious thing I ever did was fake-sick to get out of going to a PE class, but since my parents weren’t home, the school just let me leave, and I played video games the rest of the day!”

“That honestly sounds like something every teenager either did, or wishes they did. You aren’t such a lost cause!”  Andrews told him, and Simmons laughed a little.

“Yeah, I guess. I still don’t know how to just- hang out. With people. And then there’s the fact that the people I hang out with NOW are like THAT,”

“Like what?” she was basically pulling a pin on a metaphorical grenade.

“You know, you’ve met them! Like… like Caboose, and every time he inexplicitly found a dangerous alien life-form or inanimate object, and attempted to keep it as a pet, including a big block of uranium that he named ‘Stacy-Louise’ for some reason! Or Donut, who thinks he’s all fancy and stylish, but when he decides to DECORATE, everything he touches turns into a disaster! Or Tucker, who leaves dirty magazines just WHEREVER, and when those get lost or tossed, he tries to print random pictures from the internet, which evidently makes all the computers get hit with every virus that has ever existed! Or Wash, who you’d think was at his worst when he was trying to kill us, but NO, it’s when he thinks he can boss everybody around outside of battle, he actually tried to lecture me once while eating cold macaroni and cheese for BREAKFAST! Or Doc, who just goes through all my pens and folders and REARRANGES them however he wants… also, I’m pretty sure O’Malley takes all the new pens and chews on them! Or Grif’s sister Kai, she knows I’m afraid of snakes, so she got a package of little plastic toy ones, and stuck them under my blankets in my bed and all over my towels in the bathroom! Or Carolina, she drinks RIGHT OUT OF THE JUICE CARTON, she just stands there with fridge door open and chugs the juice that is SUPPOSED to be for everybody to share, and she knows I can’t call her on it because she can pretty much flick me and I’ll fly across the room! Or Lopez, who always changes the seat adjustments on every vehicle we use, and only when I sit right behind him, so I don’t have any leg space! Or SARGE, just EVERYTHING with Sarge, his latest trip is- because red pandas exist, he decided regular raccoons must be ‘blue pandas’, which is incorrect for several reasons, and he thinks they’re on Chorus even though they AREN’T, but makes me stay up all night trying to catch them on camera to prove they’re plotting against him! Or-or…”

Simmons suddenly came to an abrupt stop. He cleared his throat, while Andrews let an amused hum of soft laughter escape.

“But, hey! I’m not perfect either, nobody is, right? Haha, right! And like I said, I have some issues. Which I am working on!” he let out another sigh, which turned into a disdainful groan. “I said I was bad at this. Fuck,”

“OK, how about we try focusing on some other questions. We can leave the talk about childhood for later, and maybe it will help if you can think about ONE subject at a time, in stead of…”

“Instead of me rambling about all my thoughts and turning it into an embarrassing rant?” he finished for her.

“Yes. Instead of that,” Andrews replied, hoping he heard encouragement in her voice, not mockery. It seemed to work; Simmons sighed, and sat back in his chair. Good. “How about, since you brought up the previous time we talked, and how you regret acting like Grif wasn’t your friend- can you tell me what it was like over the years, how the two of you really became friends?”