#over 'i have a quote idea submission'

[blacksurvivalnostalgichanges]

I'm pretty sure u know whi this is, but can I request an incorrect quote that involves Chiara?

i usually write quotes just based on anything i found that i felt was quote-worthy or fit a specific character, there isn't a lot i can do on that end aside from, i guess, like, choosing her more often in the quotes that could fit a lot of characters

you can look up (character)blacksurvival in my blog to see all/most of the posts i made that involve that character, though. could scratch the itch if you haven't done that, i'm stating it mainly because i often assume something in my tag system is clear until someone goes "why did you tag this hydrogen peroxide??" and i have to realize i never actually stated it directly

small tip:sometimes when you look it up it displays it in a weird order, if that happens try finding a post with the tag you're trying to look up and clicking it. i don't know why it yields different results but it does. i often look up my own posts when i want some sort of inspiration for any specific character or pairing

[weeb-polls-with-pip]

Autistic Anime Girls Finale

SUBMISSION PROPAGANDA:

Asa -

"one of the first things that shows up when you search up 'asa mitaka' on google is 'autistic' which is a good start.

some notable traits is applying herself to rules when it's not needed, when she waited to walk the street at a red light even when there was absolutely no cars, she doesn't fit in well with her peers, notoriously awkward (and a bit of a klutz), she doesn't seem to have an acknowledgment of her own tone or volume when talking to people (she feels okay just yelling out loud to her devil hallucination in public..), and of course.. her idea of a date is setting up a timed-out plan, with her telling many sea creature facts without pause. she does NOT wanna deviate from this plan. She very much bores her date, but she thought it would win him over instantly.

all in all Asa is a very relatable character to a lot of autistic people, especially autistic girls and autistic teenagers. a lot of her character and arc is centered around social isolation and trying to connect with people, and how that also interacts with self worth. personally i think she should win."

Izutsumi -

"Izutsumi is a picky eater and she has sensory touch issues as well plus as a catgirl she automatically gets autism because all cats have autism by human standards."

Richeh -

"her life's purpose is to live her life according to her own rules, regardless of society's rules that don't make sense to her. and she does that by wholeheartedly embracing her special interests of making delicate magic of crystally stuff and shiny ribbons! she's also prone to making lil puns with her name and the names of the other witches in her atelier, and nobody really gets them aside from the people in her found family <3

also (CONTAINS SPOILERS) her brother once told her that he loved her magic just as it was and that he hoped she never stopped making it and being herself (paraphrased cuz i don't remember the actual quote!) and she took that literally to mean that she shouldn't make magic that wasn't the kind of magic that was hers- i.e. shiny, small, ornate, and detailed magic. Being forced to change how she made her magic in order to "do things the proper way" during her original apprenticeship caused her intense distress, and she'd often refuse to do so and would instead think up her own magic to solve problems instead of doing things by the book. Doing that subjected her to harassment and abuse from her original professor, leading to her eventually needing to leave her 'traditional' witch apprenticeship and get her apprenticeship done at Qifrey's atelier, a place far removed from the main witch cities that accommodates her and allows her to grow the way she wants to."

[princesssmars]

sub! stiles with witch!reader... 18+

this could be read as a tie-in to either of my stiles and witch!reader works, but im just so obsessed with the idea of a more subby stiles. as much as i love the fics with a more dominant version of him i just cant get over him being the submissive in your relationship.

when he meets you and thinks you're so cool and crazy powerful and insanely hot, and you just have this way of making people do what you want that he admires.

(at first, he wondered if it had something to do with your powers affecting how people reacted to you, but when he found out that no, you're just able to get people to listen to you because it's you, incredibly smart and convincing you, he swears he falls a little in love with you.)

but yeah. and his friends don't but they also do understand it. there's you, a powerful but kind of scary ally always dressed in black and other dark colors who doesn't talk much and sometimes brings her black cat that hisses at everyone. and then there's him, a ball of chaotic energy that's always dressed in those corny t-shirts he loves and his beat-up converse and more beat-up jeep. so obviously the first time he introduces you to them they think it's some kind of prank, until later on when he tells a bad joke and the room is entirely silent until you fail to cover up a snort. then they get it

so, he has this amazing and cool girlfriend so why wouldn't he want to just. do everything you say? it doesn't take long for him to let you take the reins. the first few make-outs before you slept together he tried to keep some semblance of dominance, using his hands to rock you down over him on his lap until you would slowly grab his hands in yours and push them above his head. if you ever bring it up he denies it but the first time you did it he came in his pants.

after that its so easy to dominate him even more, not even just in a sexual setting. if he's ever rambling you brush some hair away from his face and remind him to take a breath and drink the specialty tea brew you made for him. you wake him up with polite good morning texts that start nonchalantly but always end with a quote from some poetry or literature book you read that makes him giggle and wanna kick his feet in the hair. don't even get him started on how when you're both hanging out with the others in someone's house you'll sometimes pull the arm move and drag his body into yours. scott pointed out how the first time he saw it stiles had a lovestruck smile on his face and he also vehemently denied this.

but in the bedroom, it's heightened to the maximum, and there's rarely a day where he isn't begging for your touch, sometimes even begging for your attention. if there's one thing you love to do its tease him, occasionally leading him on for a week with touches and looks and whispers into his skin. and as torturous as it is when you do its oh so worth it when you sit with your legs spread, his back pressing into your chest as he whines and moans while you move your palm up and down his dick.

and he is so excited when he realizes that you can bring your powers into the equation. a basic floating spell turns into the best night of his damn life.

[pastelpousay]

Disney Villans reaction to reader calling them little omega 💀

A/N:just so we’re all clear..this shit is clearly a joke I just thought this was funny all of this is a joke even the warnings

Warnings: fluff, some cursing..(sorry pook I’m a bit of a sailor)mentions of tough alpha zaddy, mentions of super submissive omega uwu senpapi

Jafar:

Was like actually shocked…

What tf did you just say??

“Excuse me..??”

Little Omega

Bitch wtf

Then when you repeat yourself…

He’s bewildered

“I know for a fact you didn’t just call me that”

HE DOESNT EVEN KNOW WHAT THE HELL OMEGA MEANS

Im pretty sure once he does find out what that means

He’s never gonna look at you the same again

Especially with the given context and the voice you said it in

He just sort of side eyes you now

Okay but on a real note is actually wondering what the hell is wrong with you…

“It’s okay little omega” bitch what????

He just stands there in shock, trying not to cringe

Is still wondering what’s wrong with you

That was so random and it came out of no where he knows your joking and all but like…

That was unnecessary and unneeded 😐

And if you ever call him that in public….

He’s currently fighting the urge to actually kill you

What tf is wrong with you

He doesn’t want anyone getting the wrong idea about either on of you

So don’t call him that in public…or at all actually 😃

Like he knows your joking but also…be normal

“My dear…do you have to joke around like this?? It’s a bit odd my love..”

“It’s okay if you can’t handle these big alpha jokes little omega, you’ll get used to them soon”

“In what world are you the quote on quote “alpha””

“This one”

Every time you call him that be prepared to have a full blown conversation about who would be the alpha

And jafar is dead set on taking that alpha spot 💀

Hades(my man 😍):

He just gave you this super unamused look

He gets the joke, and the reference but he’s actually done with you….

How he gets the reference we’ll never know 🤷🏾‍♀️

Sometimes if he’s feeling playful he’ll play along but that’s in private…..but never do this bs in public

Or infront of pain and panic

He’d actually just end all three of you right then and there

“Hey little omega how was work??”

“…….okay you need to stop, babe..it’s getting out of hand”

“What’re you talking about, are you forgetting I’m the alpha wolf here little one???”

“….—_— get away from me..”

No but like he’s actually done with you

Why

he gets the joke but like….

Like I said before he does play along with you so remember if he gets on your ass about it remember to take note of what he says when he does play along

“Hey there my little omaga…how are you today”

“Good my big strong alpha wolf”

“…….screenshotted!!-“

“Wait what…wtf is a screenshot??”

IM THE ALPHA IM THE LEADER IM THE ONE TO TRUST

And also just like jafar, he likes to fight over which role he is

“I told you before little pup, you aren’t ready to be an alpha”

“Do I look little to you….”

yea, he also sometimes does genuinely wonder if you’re joking are not..

How would he know he’s not a mind reader

It’s like a 30-40 % chance…

He often just brushes the topic aside

I mean it’s weird yes but it’s not like he’ll love you any less

Pain and panic have definitely overheard some of those conversations

Don’t tell hades 💗

Gaston:

His reaction to that information:

No like literally he would make this exact face 💀

He didn’t get the reference or that it was even a joke in the first place

What does ‘omega’ even mean???

I’m pretty sure he’d be the only one to never question you about it and just rolling with it for the hell of it 😭😭💀

He secretly wonders if your joking or not

He sure is hoping so..

He won’t play along with you either he’ll just kinda look at you funny

Or he’ll roll his eyes and or chuckle a bit

Not even knowing what that even is

He secretly questions why he likes you

What drove him to like Such a…

Freak…

Lightheartedly of course 😙

He will still question if there’s something wrong with you

He just now registered that it’s a joke but like

Why can’t you be normal…

What was the reason???

He doesn’t understand it

No matter how many times you explain he’s still confused

Your only allowed to do this in public because he doesn’t understand what an ‘omega’ is

Once he does….

Ngl his goofy ass would probably be shellschocked 💀💀 not even upset about it 💀😭

But like…he’s still salty about it

And if you guys ever have a disagreement he’ll definitely bring that up

Like it’s fucking blackmail 😭💀

“I DONT EVEN KNOW WHAT THE HELL THAT IS!!”

“…that’s why I’m the alpha bitch 🐺🤫🧏‍♂️”

Meanwhile he doesn’t even know what blackmail means probably 💀

He’s so fucking goofy bro- i love him sm

Dr. Failicer

I’m gonna be dead honest….

He knew you had to have been joking…there’s no way you just said that and now have the audacity to laugh about it in his face

“….your ass better be joking…”

He said that in more of a warning tone if anything

Like he’d loose his mind if you were actually being serious

Now that he knows you aren’t(for sure)

He can somewhat live in peace (not really)

Still thinks your a mega freak

Lowkey uses this shit as blackmail

He always gives you that look after you say some shit like that

Like it’s either that 100 yard stare or the “Ik you didn’t” ahh look

“Hello baby, my little omega-“

“Tf is wrong with you-“

He gets used to ur bullshit after a while but like and starts to laugh with you about it

But still don’t do this shit in public with him

There will be an argument about it

Everytime you do it now he just smiles and rolls his eyes choosing not respond with to you bs

“Pookie butt omega…why’re ignoring me 🥺🥺🥺”

“…chér…..just……be normal for once please”

Bro is begging 💀

Don’t get me wrong he thinks it’s funny and all but still 😭😭😭

Your lucky he loves you enough to deal with this type of buffoonery

Hook (ft jake and the neverland pirates cuz jake is his son 🤫🧏‍♂️)

Definitely had to do a double take….

The only thing he got out of that was ‘little’

But still wtf💀

“……what’re you on about dear….”he says pinching in between his brows

He doesn’t even know what that means

Nor will he get the reference

Probably ever

And even then he’s still done with you and your bs

Don’t get caught doing this shit when Peter is around either

Or his crew for that matter

If you do it in front of Mr. Smee they’ll be giving each other that look💀💀

“Are they okay??”

“I think the barnacles are starting to get to them”

💀💀💀

Ngl this shit would probably spread to jake so quick it’s not even funny💀💀

“You don’t get it dad your not an alpha wolf like the rest of us 💪🐺” 💀💀💀

By this point he’d actually just turn a blind eye to it

He’s so done with you

First Mr. smee now jake??

Wow

Might as well the rest of the crew huh??

The only person that knows what an alpha is is probably jake and that’s cause you taught him 💀💀

He gets that your joking and all (now at least)

After a while it’s probably just be such a normal occurrence to the point he just gives up

“Hey little omaga, how are you??”

“Good my…..alpha-“ he shudders at the thought of even calling you that but I digress

Still don’t do this infront of the crew 💀💀

You already got jake in on it he doesn’t need his crew knowing about what a freak you are….but hey he loves that freak right?? 😭😭

Just kidding your not a freak

Just a bit of a weirdo

And talking with you definitely doesn’t get old

Frollo (haven’t watched this movie in a while so forgive me if this isn’t accurate)

Your ass is getting crucified idk what to tell you 🧍🏾‍♀️

Jk(not really)

He’d definitely be baffled

He give you this disgusted look then shake his head before walking away

He needs at least an hour long break from you after that 😭💀

He never would have thought you would’ve done something like this

But whatever

He didn’t register it was a joke but while he’s taking his break from you he’d probably figure it out

He still thinks it’s a really weird joke

It doesn’t even make sense😭

He questions you about it later

In the end he still doesn’t get the point of the joke

“How is that funny in any way shape or form”

“It just is”

“It just isn’t”

“But it is”

“But it’s not”

“Shut the fuck up little omega daddy’s always right🤫🧏‍♂️”

Que frollo fainting

You two will usually go back and forth about this topic

After a while he won’t even care to argue about it anymore it just becomes a borderline normal occurrence

Key word borderline

He still thinks it mega weird no matter whether it’s a joke or not

It’s exasperating for him at this point

“Why must you you be this way?”

“It’s funny to see you upset 🥳”

Another one of villans whos done with you shit

Everytime you do it it gives him a migraine

But hey it’s worth it to keep his love entertained right?? 😭

Maleficent

Her actual reaction not even kidding

What’s wrong with you man??

She just looked at you

It wasn’t even worth it to her to respond 💀

Your lucky she didn’t turn you into a rat after that 💀💀

She knows you were joking

The joke just didn’t land

“…….omega…….?? I’m the omega here???”

“…….sorry pookie🧎”

She soon realizes she made a mistake by not checking you behavior

Because you kept at it

Now the only response you get is her face scrunching up in disgust

It’s so funny bro 😭😭

“How’s my little omega kitten today, mally??”

“…….I should have turned you into a salamander when I had the chance 🤦‍♀️”

There’s not really much else

There’s not really anyone else around that can catch you doing it

But if they were to shed actually just kill you both 💀💀

She’s sick of you to say the least

She knows you joking why can’t you be normal or quiet at least

Definitely questioning why she hasn’t killed you yet or why she loves you for that matters

When you do this you might doubt if she does at all but her not turning you into the rat you are should be proof enough 🥳🥳

I would have added the others but I got hella lazy and I had already spent over a week on this so enjoy little omegas of the world 🥳🥳🥳 I might add more later but who knows

I’m never writing again /j

[hauntedwitch04]

Anxiety party

James Potter x Reader

Words: about 1.9k words

Warnings: none, just some anxiety and a lovely Jamie (and wolfstar making out ;) )

Author's note: Hi! I'M SO SORRY, but saying that uni is kiking my ass is little. I have so much to study and a little time to do it, but after a week (and some day) I finally managed to write a oneshot for the b-day for the amazing @kdbsr-h. It's not much, but I hope you like it!

Btw guys my mind is blowing, if I hear another history word I go crazy

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I have the best friends in the world.

I think this is easy to state. Sirius, Remus, Lily, Regulus, and the list would go on for hours because there are really so many of them, they are really sweet, kind people who always find a new way to show their affection and make you feel special, and they always do it in a big way, but I didn't expect all this on my birthday.

When I entered the Common Room, I thought I was going to faint at any moment from embarrassment. The whole room was decked out for the occasion, with even pictures that my friends had taken of me all these years, with them,alone or with my boyfriend James (I know for a fact that the one where we sleep at the Potter house after watching one of my favorite childhood cartoons was taken by Sirius, and for that he will pay dearly).

After noticing how it is decorated, I realize instead how many people are there, and for a second, I feel my breath come short. Everyone is moving in time to the music, and for a moment, I get the idea of running away, hoping that no one had seen me yet, when I see Sirius coming with James and Regulus under his arm, all three wearing a T-shirt with our picture together. I blush even more, feeling myself more and more under a huge spotlight, making me sweat and feel watched and judged by every pair of eyes in the room.

"The birthday girl has finally arrived!" Exult the Black brothers, as I see Jamie look at me and immediately realize that something is wrong. As soon as he's near me he wraps an arm around my waist, and lets Sirius explain to me who he invited, why, what they did, and I realize more and more that as wrong as I feel right now, and with too much attention on me, they did it only with good intentions and only for the purpose of giving me the best "celebration of approaching old age," quoting Sirius' own words, possible. As soon as both Regulus, intent on finding something to drink, and Sirius, trying not to give away the fact that he was going into a corner to make out with Remus, are gone I feel James' lips settle on my neck, just below my hairline, to leave me with a gentle, reassuring kiss, before speaking softly close to my ear to be heard over the noise of the music.

"I'm sorry, I know you don't want to be the center of attention, but Sirius insisted that you deserve a party worthy of the 'queen of Hogwarts,' which you are." He says making quotation marks, shaking his head, at the words of his friend, who is convinced that the two of us are by far the most beautiful couple in the entire school, and are therefore its undisputed rulers.

"That's okay, I know they did it in good faith, and I kind of expected it wouldn't be in my comfort zone, but I have to say Siri really went for it this time." I say as I look at the shirt he's wearing with our faces in the foreground, and immediately blush to think that half the people are walking around with my face printed above his chest.

"Remember that all it takes is one word from you and we'll go away, I'm ready at any moment to save you my queen, as soon as it all becomes too much just give me a sign and we'll be out in no time." James reassures me, still holding me tightly in his arms, and immediately it doesn't seem so bad to be here, with him, among my friends.

At least for a while.

Slowly I feel anxiety rising more and more, like a snake slowly running over my skin and coming hissing to my ear, whispering insecurities and fear into my ear. I feel dread making space inside me, and all of a sudden this room seems too small, stifling, oppressive, and I feel like a fish out of water fighting to stay alive. The loud music shaking the walls fades into the background, and I find myself as if floating in a soap bubble, not knowing what to do or where to go, confused and dazed, but at the same time frightened.

Until James punctures that ball that had formed around my head, and brings me back beside him, touching my shoulder.

"Hey, are you okay honey?" He asks worriedly, already knowing that I am not okay. He immediately puts down the glass he has in his other hand, and rests his other hand on my other shoulder, placing himself in front of me and thus obscuring the other people we have around, so that only he can see me and relax me this way.

I shake my head, and wave to him with my hands around my neck that I am choking, without saying a single word not having the breath to say it, since out of panic my breathing had gone to hell and now I look like I am on the verge of an asthma attack.

He understanding me perfectly, however, picks me up and we go out into the corridors, where the night air invests me with all its power. Cold, but like a sedative, barely touching my skin, the breeze of this mid-November night calms me.

I stay for a few minutes taking deep breaths while James stays close to me, just holding my hand, knowing that on occasions like these I need my space to breathe and understand that I am not trapped. He slowly leads me by the nearest window he can find, sits down and then lets me sit on his lap.

"Better?" He asks in a whisper, and I can do nothing but nod. I allow myself to be cuddled by the smell of the autumn night and the scent of my fiancé, as I snuggle against his chest, trying to recover.

"I'm sorry, I know it took you so long, but I don't know what happened to me. One second I was perfectly fine, and the next I felt like I was crushed in a death grip, like the room was a sweater that was too tight and itching, that wouldn't let you breathe." I try to explain to the boy, as I look up from his chest to look into his eyes, and all I see is pure and total understanding.

"Love, there is nothing to apologize for. I knew it wasn't your kind of party, and I didn't have the guts to tell Sirius when he decided to prepare it, since you planned his birthday party. If it's anyone's fault, it's mine." James confesses, lowering his gaze feeling guilty.

"Don't say that even in jest, it's not your fault. Let's do this, it's nobody's fault. We should have been clear right away with our friends, but I don't feel like telling Siri that I felt bad because she had the wrong party, he had nothing to do with my panic attacks, however, I know that if I told him he would feel bad right away." I say and James can't help but nod as he sees me yawn. The boy smiles at my gesture, leaves a sweet kiss on my lips, not brief but gentle, and then strokes my hair, before handing me his jacket, which he had taken just before leaving the room.

"Get some sleep honey, I'll wake you up when the party has quieted down for a moment and we can go back inside." I try for a moment to counter, saying that I am not tired, but after a couple of minutes between his scent, his caresses and the night breeze, I fall asleep suddenly, falling into a quiet and peaceful dream.

Until I hear two sets of footsteps coming toward us, but I don't have the strength to open my eyes, so I stay and listen.

"That's where you two lovebirds ended up." He comments on what I recognize as Siri, while then Remmy speaks next.

"He's fine, before I saw you leave I saw that he didn't look good. Wasn't there too many people?" My friend asks worriedly, and I feel my heart ache at hearing his concern in his voice.

"No, it's okay, we wanted to spend some time alone. You know we don't like making out in public, unlike two of my roommates who are here now." Says James, and I can hardly hold back a laugh, being able to imagine the middle finger Lupin gave my boyfriend.

"Don't worry, he needed to rest for a moment. We'll be back inside in a bit." Jamie continues, and the other two happy with the answer, indulge themselves to return to the party, while I hear Sirius say that the two of them don't actually make out that often in public.

I hear James laugh at his friend's words, before his lips come close to my ear to whisper something, thinking I am still asleep.

"That's not true princess, we can all stay here as long as you wish, as long as you need to rest. Besides, it's true that the two of them always make out in public, Siri is just a little liar." My love says, before leaving me a slobbery but sweet kiss on my cheek. "I love you, more than you can imagine." He continues and I just want to tell him that I love him even more.

And just as I wonder how I can be so lucky, again his caresses on my back make me fall asleep, letting the night of my birthday pass and welcoming the new year ahead.

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[incorrectmlpstudentsixquotes]

I wonder how many followers I’m about to lose.

So, I try to keep personal stuff on my personal blog, separate from this blog, because I know you come here for the silly quotes and I don’t want to distract you from that or upset you when you’re just coming here for a quick laugh.

But this kinda trumps all of that.

There is a genocide happening right now. Palestinians are being slaughtered with the very clear intent of wiping them off the map.

I am dirt poor with very little prospects. I have very little money to spend on charities or relief funds or even people’s personal gofundmes for things like just getting out of Palestine before they die.

But I do have this blog, and I have all of the wonderful people who keep coming back here, day after day, to get a little laugh. I hope to keep this blog going for as long as I can so I can keep you laughing for as long as I can.

But this is where I have to play the panhandler and ask for some of that good will back. I have to. This is too huge NOT to.

If you have any money, any at all, to spare, please look into the various relief programs or personal gofundmes that can increase Palestinians’ chances for survival. Every little bit helps.

And if you’re like me and you have absolutely no money to spare, try checking out Arab.org. It’s a clever little site where, by clicking on each of their tabs daily, you watch a very short advertisement that increases revenue for their charity.

If even half of my followers made the effort of clicking each tab on that site on a daily or even semi-daily basis, it would make a world of difference to a lot of people.

I’m going to pin this post so that it’ll always be available to see. I appreciate every single one of you and I thank you for coming back, day after day, for these silly little quotes. You have no idea how happy each and every like and reblog and submission make me.

(https://impactful.ninja/best-charities-for-palestine/)

(https://arab.org)

[alexrosekey]

Hermione-centric and HP World Building Expansion edition

A late entry from me. Beware that this list is based on my personal preference. If you don't like the ships, remember the rule - don't like don't read. Ship and let ship!

That being said, it has been a while since the last time I've come up with a rec list. But reccing great fanfics has remained one of my greatest passion. Having decided to fully integrated myself into the Harry Potter fandom again, I'm amazed at how creative and talented the authors of this fandom are. There are a plethora of interesting ideas and premises, with various themes and genres along with inquisitive, thoughtful observation regarding the characters and the world building of Harry Potter.

Without further ado, let's dive in to my submission for today's @hprecfest prompt: fics with over 100k+ words. All the fics below are Hermione-centric (one less than the other two but still), with amazing social commentaries on the HP world and impeccable observation on the magical world, which to me are the best aspect of HP fic.

unsphere the stars by @cocoartistwrites (M, 222,827, Hermione Granger/Tom Riddle)

When you can't change time, but you can't go forward, what is left? Hermione learns how to be the protagonist of her own story.

To quote one of the bookmarks: Hermione is more than she ever was. This story is a journey of Hermione to grow, to love and to explore magic and its beauty more than she could ever be. Don't let the pairing deter you, this is no doubt one of the most memorable fanfic reading experience I have in my years of being in fandoms. Hermione and Tom are both portrayed spectacularly and thoughtfully, and the prose are some of the most poetic I've ever seen.

To sum up the whole of my reading experience, I laid on my bed and stared at the ceiling for 30 mins after reading the last chapter, completely shell-shocked.

All I could say is, if you want an astounding character arc for Hermione, with in-depth magical system and immersive world building, plus interesting OCs and breathtaking writing, then this fic is definitely for you!

*This fic could also be placed under the prompt of Day 7: A Canon-Compliant Fic.

2. What's Past is Prologue by ABitofWit (E, 244,611, Hermione Granger/Lucius Malfoy)

It's eight years after the war and Hermione Granger has taken a break from her career at the Ministry of Magic to compile an oral history of the conflict. She's interviewed just about everyone she can get her hands on but she wants to be thorough. And that means getting in contact with a very unwilling Lucius Malfoy.

Listen, I know the pairing is weird as fuck. I know, I had my doubt too before reading it. But the raving bookmarks convinced me to give this a chance. And boy, it was one of the best decisions I've ever made.

This fic is more than just a ship fic, it's about love and what we would do for it, the greyness of life and choices, of redemption and finding one's self worth outside of pre-existing, archaic ideas and values. It's about change and how we're never too old to learn. WPIP is everything I've ever wanted in a fic, emotional, sincere, humorous, gorgeous, sexy, steamy and sweet. Full of heart and soul.

Most of all, the development of and between Hermione and Lucius is so natural and makes a lot of sense, without them being OOC. This fic reminds me that Hermione is not at all flawless (the opposite of the usual Mary-Sue, little-miss-perfect trope that Hermione tends to be portrayed in fics), while successfully humanizes and makes Lucius Malfoy one of the most interesting HP characters in my eyes. (Who would have thought that I've spent years not giving a jot about this guy, only to fall in love with such a mess of a man like him??)

Combine with sharp commentaries and observations on the British Wizarding World, Wizarding politics and a not-canon folder supporting cast, this is no doubt one of the best HP fic, and one of the best fanfic I've ever had the pleasure to read.

*This fic could also be placed under the prompt of Day 2: A Comfort Fic and Day 9: A Rare Pair Fic.

3. Six Pomegranate Seeds by Seselt (E, 185,965, no pairing but implied Theodore Nott/Hermione Granger)

At the end, something happened. Hermione clutches at one fraying thread, uncertain whether she is Arachne or Persephone. What she does know is that she will keep fighting to protect her friends even if she must walk a dark path.

Sooo, this is one very weird fic. One of the oddest fics I've ever encoutered, in fact. I've read it twice, one before I read the book series in full, one after I've finished the books. And let me tell you, SPS is a stunning work.

The odd, floating third-person POV, the dry and sharp, straightforward tone of Hermione. Her competency, her compassion despite all the pain and the emotional repression. This is definitely not your usual time travel fix-it fic.

Most of Hermione's work happened in tandem with the 7 books' main storyline. Hermione's soul is put into the body of a young orphan Pureblood heiress. This gives the fic one of the most interesting spin on the Hermione-is-a-pureblood trope.

Through Hermione, we have a closer look into the background and the context of the main events of the books, plus a deeper understanding of the Pureblood society and a much more sympathetic view into the students Slytherin house. All without whitewashing and offsetting the corruption and the effects of the Purebloods and the Slytherins' stuffy, archaic views on not only the young generation of students but also the British Wizarding world.

I lost count of the amount of time I slapped my knees while reading this work the second time whenever I encountered a particularly sharp line of thought/commentary from Hermione in this fic. I'm also amazed at how much work and research the author has put into SPS, particularly in terms of making up tons of new magical theories and the use of exotic and lesser known vocabulary (seriously, if you decide to read this one, prepare a dictionary next to you, or get ready to regularly stop mid reading in order to look up certain words 😆)

*This fic could also be placed under the prompt of Day 7: A Canon-Compliant Fic.

That being said, thank you for checking out my list! Thank the admins of @hprecfest for holding such a fun activity. Feel free to join in yourself. Happy reading 💋

Day 16: A fic that made you laughed

Day 19: Fic with the hottest smut

Day 22: An unfinished fic (hasn't updated in 10 years or the author stated it has been abandoned)

Day 26: A fic with an ending you can't stop thinking about

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Round 1 Poll 30: So Much Over A Mistranslation

One Piece submission:

A while ago a translation of a translation with bad English translated Law's line calling Corazon a ""大好きだった人"" (literally just ""someone [he] loved"") as him being his ""most treasured person"" and people just fucking RAN with it and I still saw it in edits years later. I've always hated it and I always will. People were using it in meta analysis and theory discussion about how he loved Corazon more than his family like,,, he literally did not fucking say that.

Ace Attorney submissions:

Manfred von Karma is not a child abuser!!!!!

Manfred von Karma is a canonical child abuser. That's just fanon and the only ""evidence"" is a mistranslation.

Manfred von Karma is often painted as abusive on fanworks, and while there's technically nothing wrong with that, the people who subscribe to this headcanon often refuse to entertain the idea that what theyre saying is just that. A HEADCANON. Theyre also sometimes downright hostile to anyone who likes Manfred in general. Usually, what they quote as ""proof"" is a line translated incorrectly and likely in bad faith in a side game, or just straight up fanfic. My friend group encounters this so much that we have a name for this phenomenon.

Manfred Von Karma is an abusive father

the fandom says that manfred von karma is canonically an abusive father. he literally isn't.

Manfred von Karma was not a child abuser

Manfred von Karma is a child abuser

manfred von karma beat his kids

these motherfuckers make up SO MUCH DUMB SHIT all the time but the one that kills me most is that they have a widely based fanon that manfred von karma is abusive when it's completely up to interpretation in the games. he's just a mean bitch and a murderer so they decided he beats/grooms/emotionally neglects his kids too and its so boring i took this to another blog and so did a lot of others in the fandom, the ""misinterpreted blorbo""/""he would not fucking say that"" bracket. immediately the mod was FLOODED with these people claiming that i was straightup lying, WITH MORE LIES. the most insane thing i saw was someone said that manfred allegedly burned letters that miles sent to phoenix when they were separated. not only did phoenix never send letters in canon (popular headcanon) but manfred most certainly was never said to have intercepted them! they were literally quoting wrightworth fanfiction they had read or some shit. its so fucking weird. people who see him as just kind of a silly murder dad with a really fucked up place in the story literally get called abuse apologists. and then when we're like 'BRO WHERE IS THE ABUSE' the other side is just like. 'play the game lol!!!!' meanwhile i, autistic, have played it 546445 times and half the people arguing with me watched one LP in like 2013 and have subsisted entirely off of twitter fanon and ao3 every since. please let me exit this hell

Manfred von karma abuses his kids

manfred von karma was abusive reasons it is false: he most definately was not the one line of ""proof"" (from a dubiously canon source) was a mistranslation from japanease to english von karma did not call miles worthless he called him inexperienced yes von karma is a horrible man but he was not a bad father

[tears0fsatan]

Could you also do an angst/comfort oneshot with "Please don't scare me like that again. I can take alot of things, but not loosing you." And "Just get the fuck over here and let me hold you." For bottom Mammon? I modified the last quote hope you don't mind!

✦ ⊹ ˚˖ warnings... gn!reader [no pronouns used], relationship isn't specified, maybe a lil ooc [esp. towards the end but oh well], would u consider a summoning to be kidnapping, kinda sappy lololol

 :¨·.·¨ ♥︎  a.n... MY DARLINGS, MY SWEETS, MY ANGELS, REJOICE FOR I HAVE RETURNED momentarily!!!!! thank u for bein patient with me i'll do my best to sprinkle in a post here n there heh anw!! ofc i don't mind love! thank u for sending in so many submissions omg i feel so loved ;'D

the sound of your laughter could be heard bouncing off the walls of devildom's plaza, followed by the sound of the avatar of greed's yelling. you wiped away the tears that pricked the corners of your eyes, taking in shaky deep breaths in an attempt to calm yourself.

"it's not funny! i don' get why yer laughin so hard, i'm tellin ya, i nearly died!" despite his words, there was a large smile on mammon's face. he looked at you with an empty glare, but all it did was send you into another fit of laughter.

"i'm sorry, i'm sorry, it's just," you couldn't stop the giggles that bubbled out of you, "it's so funny how you thought it was a good idea to scam a high priestess."

"it wasn't funny! them witches embedded all sorta magic in their weapons after that! it was so bad that i couldn't show my face in the human world for a century! plus it wasn't a scam, it was a one-sided beneficial agreement!" mammon defended himself, though he too couldn't help but let a few chuckles slip at the absurdity of the story.

he crossed his arms in front of his chest while grumbling simultaneously, "ain't my fault the dumb bastard didn't realise." you sighed at his comment, though the ends of your lips curled up in amusement.

"good thing they didn't get you or else we wouldn't be here right now." you joked, pulling him closer to you so you could rub his head. the demon yelped and tried to escape your grasp while muttering 'hands off my noggin' under his breath, though it was obvious he enjoyed the action as he put no strength behind his attempt.

everything was going well, so well that the two of you didn't notice the magic circle that appeared below mammon's feet and the sparks that began to cover his legs. there was no noise to indicate what was happening, and the two of you didn't realise until the demon just... vanished out of thin air.

you blinked in surprise at the quick flash of light followed by mammon's sudden disappearance. your hand that had been wrapped around his shoulder limply fell down to your side. your eyebrows furrowed in utter confusion and your feet were stuck in place.

"ma-mammon?" you hesitantly called out, your eyes roamed the plaza to try and spot him. the thought of it being a joke slowly started to dissipate the longer he was gone, and a heavy weight began nestling itself within your chest.

"mammon?!" your voice holds more urgency this time, your head frantically looks around in hopes you'd spot his discernible white hair in the crowd.

you don't.

you ran around the plaza, turning over every rock you saw but no matter where you looked, he just wasn't there. the sound of your heart beating wildly rang in your ears and your vision gradually blurred to the point you could hardly make out anything through the tears, yet you still couldn't tear your mind away from the missing avatar of greed.

you tried calming yourself, taking in deep breaths in hopes it would, at the very least, help you think rationally. you shakily unlocked your DDD to try and contact him, only to no avail. it doesn't help your growing anxiety in the slightest, but it does give you time to organise your thoughts.

your thumb shakily hovered over lucifer's contact, unsure of whether to inform the oldest demon lord of what's occurred. you try to recall if any of the brothers have mentioned something like this happening, and your mind can't help but wander to the conversation you two were having before mammon poofed out of thin air.

the only reasonable explanation you could think was is a summoning, given as there was no prior warning to his abrupt disappearance. your thoughts begin to divulge into a different sort of worry with your new found knowledge, mind scrambling at the things they could be doing to him while you were stuck frozen in place.

the knowledge that you are essentially powerless in this situation leaves a bitter taste in your mouth. with a heavy mind, you make your way back to the house of lamentation.

the walk back home and the moments leading up to you burying yourself in his bed were a blur, you hadn't realised just how much time had passed by as none of the brothers came to bother you. on top of that, your DDD had been silent too, there was no sign that mammon had even received your messages.

the occasional sniffle from the lump underneath the pile of blankets was the only indication of life in mammon's cold and dark room. you weren't sure how much time had passed since the incident, not that you wanted to know anyways.

a sudden creak from the doorway has jerked you out of your reverie, your head whips toward the direction of the noise and the tears well up before you can control yourself.

the light from the hallway illuminates mammon's silhouette and you can barely make out his disheveled appearance. a sob wrecks out of your throat and you scramble off his bed. some pillows and a portion of his duvet is on the ground but you don't notice, attention solely focused on the figure leaning on the door frame.

your movements were clumsy and your limbs felt heavy after not moving for ages, but you found yourself standing in front of him soon enough.

mammon avoided your gaze, his eyes, which you noted were unusually nervous, darted around the room. he had a complicated look on his face, as if he was feeling a myriad of emotions and couldn't control them.

a shaky breath made its way past your lips as you took in the sight of him. the demon flinched at your reaction, eyes quickly glancing at you before looking around the room.

the silence constricted around your throat, which made it hard to swallow. your mouth felt dry and your thoughts were jumbled, making it difficult for you to find the right thing to say.

it was clear that mammon felt the same, so you chose to blurt out the next thing that came to mind.

"fuck- just, please- just get the fuck over here and let me hold you." you somehow managed to croak out, your throat felt as if it was closing up but you paid it no mind. the demon flinched at the roughness of your voice but slowly trudged toward you. his eyes are cast downwards, focused solely on the ground and his feather light steps.

his steps started out slow and hesitant, before he rushed into your open arms. he buried his face into the crook of your neck and your hands tightly interlocked behind his back.

you could hear him take a deep breath and his hands gripped the back of your clothes tighter than before. the tears dripped down your face before you could make a move to stop it, though by the way mammon's fists clenched around the material of your top, you assumed that he wasn't as bothered by it as you had imagined.

"please, don't- don't scare me like that again. i can take a lot of things, but not losing you." your voice wavered, displaying your desperation to mammon without him having to see your face. the demon's eyes welled up at the sincerity behind your words and he couldn't stop the tears that trickled down his cheeks.

"i know you're a powerful demon lord 'nd what not, sniffle, but i'm still gonna worry about you." you subconsciously tried to pull him impossibly closer, to which the demon didn't bother to try and fight against, he needed this as much as you did.

a muffled "'m sorry." could be heard from where mammon had his face buried in the crook of your neck, with his forehead resting against your shoulder. the material of your top grew increasingly damp, but you weren't in any place to call him out for it.

you squeezed the demon in your arms ever so slightly, "it wasn't your fault." your tone was sharp and curt, despite your shaky voice from earlier, leaving no room for mammon to refute your words.

the two of you stood at the empty doorway for a moment, simply taking the time to bask in one another's much needed presence. with him in your arms, you felt the knots in your mind slowly untangled themselves and left you feeling relieved.

of course, you still had a lot to discuss with the avatar of greed but that could wait until he was ready. although his appearance was considerably shabbier compared to how well kept he usually looked, he wasn't injured. even while holding him, you had taken the initiative to inspect now that you were closer to him.

"why don't we go lay down? i'm sure you're tired, darling." you softly muttered, not wanting to disturb the peace. you could feel his head moving up and down against your shoulder, though he made no move to lift his head.

your hands tenderly cupped his cheeks, pulling his face away from where he had hid himself. your thumbs wiped the tears that continued to run down his cheeks and all you could offer him was a small, bitter smile.

"we can deal with it tomorrow. for now, i really just want to keep you in my arms." mammon let out a watery chuckle, his sorrowful expression from earlier was nowhere to be found.

© 2022 TEARS0FSATAN. please don’t repost, modify or translate my works anywhere!

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Ranking my most noteworthy fictional crushes out of ten

Squidward

Look at this man. Look at his features. Isn't he just completely irresistible? I "fell for" him in in ninth grade and it was initially a joke bc I was obsessed with him since I had a friend who'd always talk Spongebob with me and despite never having watched it I enjoyed discussing it and thought Squidward sounded like an endearing and funny character. I'm not sure if this was completely ironic or not anymore and I'm scared.

6/10

Jon Arbuckle

We are off to an amazing start here, aren't we? Okay, so I just have a thing for pathetic men. And Jon is that. He is a beta male. He is a loser. He is sad. I want to say my "crush" on him developed when I read the comic Garfield Minus Garfield- a comic which I found interesting. I liked seeing this portrayal of the character- someone lonely, mentally unstable and possibly schizophrenic. Also when you boil it down, all Garfield is about is a mentally ill man ranting to his cat about his problems and his cat secretly doesn't give a crap, but he doesn't know because it's a cat who can't talk (iterations where he can hear garfield are dumb and lame unless there's a good reason for it). I love Jon, I am a Jon defender, and I argue he is funny and a cool guy.

8/10

Waylon Smithers

Undeniably the most regrettable fictional crush I have ever had, and sadly the longest lasting and most influential as well. My crush on Smithers lasted all the way through high school and my first year of college. My thirst for him- seemingly invincible. The worst part is, I'm not even completely over him. If I watch the show again without cringing at jokes I quoted badly, I can still see myself getting a little you know... when he shows up. So, what is his appeal, might you ask, why do I like him? Wimp. Wears glasses. Sadboy- he loves someone who doesn't give a crap about him. Something about his unrequited love seemed relatable to me. I also found his submissiveness attractive and he is what introduced me to the idea that a nerdy sadboy who does as I say is actually kind of really sexy. He's also the last nice person on this list. I found his sweetness appealing and for a while this made me think I only liked sweet boys. How wrong I was...

4/10. Would be 0 but he gets extra points because of how important he was to my development as a person. Low because I regret how I acted during this phase of my life. (too loca)

MEDIC

I literally got the game just for him and main him because I think he's hot. He looked like this stern, no-nonsense Atticus Finch-like medical guy who would yell at me in German for being a bad girl and I was into that. Then I played the game, watched the videos, read the comic and fell deeper in love. This guy was not that stern angry guy I thought he was at all. He was a cool guy and all nonsense. Funny, crazy, deeply invested in science, with what appears to be no regard for human or animal life- yet still somehow having a caring side which we see with how sweet he is to his doves- also I love doves too, omg! And he's still definitely the one that would be wearing the pants in this relationship, so the main appeal remains intact.

10/10

Duckman

Hey, what the hell are you staring at! Listen, you're not my dad and I have no control over who I find attractive, so shut up. I watched this show and I just saw this guy and I was like... whoa. Okay. That's... that's a man alright. A duck man, sure, but a man nonetheless. He had it all. He was pathetic, smoked heavily, rude, a goober, horny, impulsive, wore glasses... and was a massive loser, yet he has this strange charm about him that you'll notice if you don't take him too seriously. God, I just want to humiliate him. He's into that, by the way- it's literally canon in the show. He also was my first foray into what I like to call "angry ranting men" which is, well, a type of man who rants about random things. Okay, okay, I get it, ranting=bad whatever. But personally I see a strong appeal in rants. A rant is an unfiltered speech about a topic which one holds strong passion for. It is a glimpse into an insane mind, sure, filled with nonsense, with the occasional valid point made. I enjoy listening to rants because it lets a man let loose and just go wild.... and in a way, it is quite cute! Even if he is completely wrong in every way. I still enjoy listening, wide eyed with a glass of some drink in my hand I can't even drink because I'm kept on the edge of my seat by this strange speech. Also, this character has a good side to him. Like we see he loved his wife and loves his kids, and when he opens up to the women he meets, we see that he really isn't so bad of a person after all. I love this about him, and it is a crucial part of his appeal on top of everything else I've said so far.

7/10 because even I question this one sometimes. But not that much.

George Costanza

He's disturbed, he's depressed, he's got it all! Completely just the most pathetic man on television. An insecure, self absorbed little loser. I love him. He's so weak and he makes me so weak. He also looks really cute sometimes- is this just me? I want to do things to him >:) I think I have this thing where I am attracted to horrible men because I want to give them a better life, as I see myself in them, and boy do I see myself in George. We're both the same little cowards at heart, I think. I think we all have a little George in us. I just want... a lot of George in me. Ba dum ching! I should note that this savior complex mostly applies to fictional men... Irl I would just want someone who I could scare with my freaky boldness and have open up to me a little bit, and be there for. Like some cute Christian boy who is afraid of everything and hates himself for no reason. I don't really have much more to say, since I haven't watched the show in months. Also the last entry literally has the same actor behind him. Do I have a thing for Jason Alexander? It's very possible.

solid 8/10. Not a 10 because I'm worried about myself.

Filthy Frank

In my defense, I also have a crush on Joji so it's okay. But this is a list of FICTIONAL characters and I can't help myself. That's right, y'all, Franku is fictional and if you didn't see that who are you? Now I want you to think about everything here that has been established. I like horny men, losers, ranters, men who are bad with women, and men with ego problems (and then there's just Medic who is the exception to every rule here). Frank is all of those things. He is also completely depraved and has no inhibitions which I also find appealing. When you think about it, he's basically just a really concerning version of a bad boy. He's obviously not someone to admire, and I don't admire him at all. He's a joke. I laugh at him, not with him. I don't agree with most of what he says but if I knew him personally, I would gleefully listen to his insanity, while secretly going "yea no." I also just think he probably is into some weird stuff like.... in the bedroom and that is hot to me. I want to make him cry. Do I want to give him a better life? Not really to be honest. He doesn't really deserve it. I guess he's nice to the lycra people, though, and the book Francis of the Filth gives him a little bit of an arc where he becomes a better person and stuff, and there are kind of hints at him having something resembling a capacity for compassion (mostly in the lore) despite being disgusting and generally amoral, which again, is very important to the appeal. I also find him weirdly charming. If he was a real guy we would get along I think, even if he'd be an asshole to me sometimes and I'd even get fed up with him sometimes- he probably might think I'm cool if I choose my words carefully. Oh, right also he's just hella cute. I know he makes weird, creepy faces and is trying to look like a 45 year old Algebra Teacher who hates his life, but like, that just makes him even cuter to me. And I don't mind the throat cancer voice, either. It's cute, too. He's got this weird, undeniable charm to him that definitely contributed to his success and iconic status. So, sure, he makes weird noises, he's a terrible person, and all, but like... he's also cute and I'd probably try to pry into his sensitive side (which when you think about it, does exist) if he was real. I mostly just like him because he's a stupid, silly bisexual (re-watch the videos; it's true) who wears glasses, though.

My tastes in men are fucked.

8/10

My prediction for my next crush is some asshole from Catch 22 but probably the Chaplain.

I am allowing this list to be used as evidence for the decline of women.

[bebepac]

The Galentine’s Day Queens

First off thank you @peonierose for sending me a Valentine’s Day pic, that got this idea rolling. I was planning to write on one of the gaggle of series I should be trying to finish but up popped this little one shot.  This really wouldn’t have happened if you haven’t sent that ask to me, so thank you. :)

It crosses TRR x Open Heart  as it features Casey Valentine as a friend to Riley Brooks the TRR Character. 

I used the quote from @choicesflashfics prompt 2: I thought that if I acted like it didn’t matter, than it wouldn’t.”  which will appear in bold.  

This also can be a submission for @choices-february2023​ prompt for Day 13 Galentine’s Day. 

The Book:  TRR x Open Heart Pairings:  None:  All characters are single Word Count: 997 Warnings and Ratings: None:  minus the curse words in the mood board.  LOL Summary:  Daniel takes Riley and their friends on a special night on the town as Galentines.

Original Post: 02/13/23 at 3:01PM EST.

“I thought that if I acted like it didn’t matter that it wouldn’t.” 

“Of course it matters, Von left.  He left the both of us high and dry.  Well not exactly dry, we’ve been covering his portion of the rent for months.”

“I didn’t think he’d really leave, or was serious, I mean just going to California without a plan? He has no money, no job, no place to live?”

“I know.”  

“I need more stability in my life than what he attempted to provide, if you can even call it that.  Things weren’t great between us for quite some time.”  

“It’s true.”  

Riley wiped away the tears from her eyes and took a long sip from her drink.

“I don’t even know why I’m crying right now.”  

“It’s because it’s the end of your romantic relationship with him.  But it’s also the beginning of whatever else is out there for you, and something great is out there for you. Hell for all of us.  But we won’t find it sitting inside this apartment, eating chips and queso all night.”    

Riley leaned in and rested her weight on Daniel; he always had a way of making her feel better.  

“Get dressed.”  

“What? I thought we were staying in tonight?”  

“Um what?  Not on Galentine’s Day, we’ve got reservations.  Put on something nice, and I’m talking top shelf nice. The girls are meeting us there.”  

“Who all is going?”  

“You’ll see when we get there.”  

Riley pulled out the outfit in the back of her closet that she had found at a small shop that  because of a small tear in the fabric, they were selling at a steal.  She had decided to fix it, and it was clearly a smart idea.  A dress that would have cost thousands, she got for a hundred, and now she was wearing it looking like a million dollars.

It’s a pity, she didn’t meet Him that night.  But we all know a woman that “looks like a million dollars” wasn't the thing that would get His attention.  He was looking for more.

“Is it too much Daniel?”

Daniel himself was wearing a very nice fitted suit.  

“Wow, you look handsome!”

“And you’re beautiful, and we look perfect for where we’re going tonight. Our rideshare will be here in ten.”  

On the ride over he watched Riley.  For the first time in a few weeks after Von had left, she looked excited.

“Just so you know, I’ve been saving for this night for a while.  I’ve put in the reservations almost six months ago.  You’re not paying a dime.  We won’t let you.  It’s something special for you, because of the person you are and you’re always looking out and caring for everyone else, but yourself.”

“Daniel….”

“It’s true.”  

“This already sounds like too much.”

“Think of it as a belated birthday, friendsgiving, and just because, all combined into one.”

They pulled to a stop, stepping out of the vehicle she gasped, slapping Daniel on the arm, causing him to feign pain but he laughed out loud.

“We’re eating at the Manhatta!!!”  

“Hell yes we are!”  Mia screamed, giving Riley a hug.

“You know we’re going to totally have to act like we’re part of the upper crust for the evening right?”  Casey chuckled.

“Whilst getting out of our rideshare that the hubcaps don’t even match.”  

“Hey now, at least we all had ‘drivers’ for the evening.”  Riley joined in the joking around.

“Exactly, now ladies shall we go?”  

Linked arm in arm they walked inside.  

Daniel, as if he wasn’t already  a gentleman, started by pulling out all the chairs for the ladies in his company.  

Once menus and first wine samples were passed out, Casey glanced around the restaurant. It  was quite the scene, couples as far as the eye could see, and then them.  

“I feel like people keep looking at us.”

“Do you blame them? Whereas most of these men here only have one beautiful woman to gaze upon, I have three lovely ladies here for my optical delight.  Girl, they’re just jealous, and trying to figure us out what’s going on over here. But you know, as the saying goes, there are three places you can stay for free?”

“In your own lane!”  Riley giggled.

“Over there,” Mia chimed in.

“And out of my business.” Casey finished up.

“Okayyyyy!!!!”  

Dinner was the most amazing appetizers and dishes they had ever tasted, and everyone cleaned their plates.  

Before dessert was delivered, four boxes were given to  Daniel to which he smiled and glanced around the table at his friends.

He gently clinked his glass, to silence the others at the table.

“We had all decided months ago that we would come out tonight and celebrate our wonderful friend  Riley, who is always there for us,  and is always willing to lend an ear or a shoulder to cry on if we need it, or a swift kick in the pants  and give us tough love.  We all know you’ve been a little down lately, and want you to know we’re here for you and appreciate you, for all that you are and who you are as a person.  You can take this however you want to take this because in every sense of the words, it is true.  You will find what you’re looking for, but more importantly, it will be more than just that, it will be exactly what you need.”  

Riley’s eyes glistened with tears.

“Thank you, Daniel.”  

“We all will. It’s what we deserve.” Riley pulled her friends into a group hug. 

“But until then….”  Daniel placed a box in front of each person at the table.  “We’re The Galentine’s Day Queens. Put on your crowns.”

Each person put on their crown.

“I don’t know about you ladies, but I feel like dancing the night away.”  

That’s exactly what The Galentine’s Day Queens did.

Daniel was also right about his declaration as six months later, Riley ran into Liam Rys, ACTUALLY, on the streets of New York City, and her life was forever changed.

[indigosunsetao3]

Prompt 25 - Say it again

My submission for for @glitterypirateduck‘s ‘SoapItUp’ challenge. I leave for vacation the 19th so I wanted to submit at least one early. I have other ideas that may come later.

Title: Brutal Bruises

Pairing: Soap X OC (Emma/female)

Warning: This is 18+ only. Contains injuries (nothing too graphic) and hot & heavy teasing.

Summary: Soap and the rest of the team, sans Alex, have returned from their mission after it went wildly off the rails. Alex is still in the hospital recovering while Soap ignored his doctor's advice to stay under observation so he could get back to the base and back to Emma.

This is actually a chunk of chapter 8 from my 20 chapter fic "Would It Be Enough?" that I finished back in November. I honestly love the "say it again" trope/idea/quote what have you so when I saw it won as a prompt I knew I had to join in.

I think the chapter can stand alone without the rest of the story...there's nothing too 'fic-centric' in here as far as background or setup..stuff is recapped/explained that you may need to understand in the chapter itself.

You can find the rest of my story on AO3 if you'd like to read more! It's a slow burn story with a traitor element.

Emma abandoned her pursuit of a change of clothes in her closet when she heard Soap’s voice on the other side of the door. Instead, she turned toward her bed and grabbed the blue shirt there and pulled it roughly over her head. She didn’t care that she wasn’t in a bra and after she double checked to make sure the shirt covered her backside, it went halfway down her thighs, she didn’t bother with pants. She crossed to the door in two steps before yanking it open wide, feeling a bit breathless with her heart hammering in her chest. “Soap,” she breathed as she took him in, the tightness in her body easing a bit at the sight of him.

Soap’s eyes flared when he took in Emma standing there in nothing but his shirt, her hair a tousled mess and legs on full display. “Sorry I’m late,” he said as Emma stood aside to let him come in. Somewhere down the hall a door clicked shut and Soap could hear Gaz dumping his stuff onto the floor of his room. They were all so wiped Soap had done the same, kicking his vest under his bed before going right to Emma’s room, skipping the shower for now. His movements were slow and deliberate, his right hand moving under his jacket to hold his ribs on the left. Each step hurt and he knew that Emma was clocking his grimaces.

Emma assessed Soap as he walked in, her eyes zeroing in on how he was cradling his side and the exhaustion that lined his face. He was in a pair of jeans that were covered in dust and dirt, his shirt underneath the jacket didn’t look much better and Emma could see remnants of black and green war paint in the corner of his eyes and along his hairline. He had ditched most of his gear somewhere before coming to see her but he still had the gun holster strapped around his thigh and Emma spotted a knife hilt poking out of his boot. “What happened?” She asked shutting the door and quickly moving to his side, nudging him toward her bed. He had made to go sit at her desk chair like before but the exhaustion and pain on his face she wouldn’t be surprised if he passed out and she couldn’t catch him before he hit the floor. “Are you alright?” She continued to prod as she watched him sit with a wince.

“I’m fine,” Soap lied as he sat on the bed, his eyes squinting shut for a moment as he shifted back, the pain in his ribs radiating to his back and even up to his jaw. Once he was settled he opened them again to take in Emma who looked a mix between anger and concern with her arms crossed over her chest. He knew she didn’t believe his lie since it was an obvious bad one; he could barely move without pain. “Alex got hurt,” he explained and he saw the panic on her face before quickly adding, “he’s okay now. He’s in a hospital in Sweden for a few more days before they can transfer him safely to your care.” Emma’s face turned to confusion since she had no idea where they had been. That location was the only scrap of information of their whereabouts and she looked like she was going to question more about that but Soap kept talking. “We walked right into an ambush,” Soap continued before moving to shrug off his jacket.

He was able to get the shoulder off and down his right arm but struggled with the left side because of the radiating pain. Without a word Emma quickly bent down to help him, her fingers soft as she pulled back on the material and slid it down his arms, hesitating as Soap screwed up his face in a painful grimace. “Alex took a shot to his lower stomach. Stupid bastard was covering me when I laid down some explosives,” he huffed as Emma pulled the jacket free. If Alex hadn’t covered him, he probably would have been the one shot and injured, or worse. “There was a lot of blood, we could have used you out there,” he added with a small smile as his now free hand went to his side again. “Gaz got it under control though and we were able to get Alex out, Price called in a few old favors. But we couldn’t all leave,” Soap explained, “we weren’t exactly supposed to be there so we couldn’t bring too much attention to ourselves. It was easier to sneak out one man versus five.”

Emma tossed Soap’s jacket, which had a large tear down the back now, onto her desk chair before kneeling down in front of Soap. His stiffness, grimaces and all-around gingerly movement told her that he was hurt more than he had been trying to let on. She wasn’t having it anymore though, she wanted to see and make sure that he wasn’t trying to put on a bravado to cover up something that was actually extremely serious. “Let me see your side,” she interrupted him as he opened his mouth to continue to tell her what happened. Soap tightened his lips at he looked at her and she could tell he was going to be stubborn. “Do not fight me on it because right now I could easily win,” she threatened, her hands reaching out to rest on his thighs waiting.

“Fine,” Soap answered a bit frustrated before he resigned his fight. Emma was the medical professional of the group after all so he may as well let her do her job. “Before you see it, I am fine. I saw a doctor when we took Alex in. Just a couple broken ribs and bruising, it looks worse than it is.” He shifted on the bed and moved to pull his shirt up, moving slowly and precisely.

Before his shirt was even a few inches up Emma could see a huge black and blue mark on Soap’s lower ribs that had angry red splotches around it. She hissed and moved to help him pull the material above his head. He bent forward a bit and pulled his good arm through and Emma winced as he grunted with pain to get his left arm through but she was swift in pulling it off so he could rest his arms down again.

“You call this fine!” Emma exclaimed as she bent the light on her nightstand toward him to get a better look. The bruise was gigantic and his side was such a deep red it looked purple. “They never should have let you leave the hospital like this,” she breathed her fingers gently running over the skin, which was hot to the touch. She was gentle with her feeling, checking for any lumps or obvious broken bones poking under the skin. Luckily, she didn’t find any on an initial feel before pulling back. “You need to get x-rays, get this wrapped, pain meds and rest,” her brain moving right into work mode and she moved to stand up again, pushing up off his thighs with her hands to a standing position. She was taking him to the hospital wing right now, even if she had to drag him there.

“They didn’t want me to leave,” Soap answered her truthfully as he smirked at her instantly going into medical mode. “But I told them as long as I wasn’t dying, I was leaving whether they wanted me to or not. They took x-rays, I have some broken ribs but nothing that’s going to kill me,” he reached his right hand out and grabbed Emma’s wrist before she could get out of range, his thumb brushing over her wrist. “I told them I had someone waiting on me and I was already behind schedule, it’s bad manners to stand a lady up,” he said as he tugged on her wrist to get her to look at him again. He knew it was going to take some convincing to get her to relax again, her need to fix things overpowering everything else.

Emma didn’t pull against his hand as he tugged on her, not wanting to hurt him, but still bent on getting him to the hospital. “You should have stayed Soap,” she breathed as she twisted back around to him. “I could have waited; you could have had Gaz or Crane tell me what happened. You must be in so much pain. I hurt just looking at the marks,” her voice shook on the last few words, the emotions of everything the past few days getting the best of her. The anxiety of not having word of what happened, the relief of seeing him again, the guilt of not being there to help Alex and the horror of how badly Soap had been hurt. He hadn’t even told her how that happened, it looked like he had been hit by a car or fell from a very high height at a minimum.

“I couldn’t wait,” Soap answered simply. He pulled Emma toward him, his booted feet spreading on the floor so she was standing between his legs. Him sitting on the bed while she stood allowed them to be face to face and his eyes roved over her face as he slid his hand up her arm, over shoulder and to her neck before cupping her cheek. He felt her lean into the touch and watched her close her eyes, still internally warring with herself. “I couldn’t wait another day to see you,” he said his thumb gently brushing over her cheek.

“Soap,” Emma responded, her voice half protesting as he tried to distract her, though it was working. She slid her hands up his chest before they came up to rest on his shoulders. She was having a fight with herself to do the right thing, though at the moment being held by him felt like it was the right thing. At his words about not being able to wait to see her Emma to smiled and opened her eyes again to look over his face. Then she caught the bruises on his neck she hadn’t seen before and she wanted yell at him and drag him to the hospital by the ear to get another proper look over. She opened her mouth to fight him again on going to the hospital before he spoke.

“Johnny,” Soap replied as the hand on his hurt side grabbed her hip to pull her fully against him, the hand on her cheek sliding into her hair. Her chest was pressed against him now and he could feel her breath quicken at the touch, at the closeness. “When it’s just us, it’s Johnny,” he explained smiling a bit. He didn’t allow many people to use his actual name, only those he was close with but he wanted to hear her say it. Want to watch her lips as she said his name, moaned it.

“Johnny,” Emma said quietly as she moved her own hands behind his neck to slide down his back. She had known his name since she had seen his file but never tried to use it because none of the other guys did, least not that she had heard. It felt nice though to actually call him by his name, more intimate than a nickname, more intimate than just colleagues.

“There it is,” Soap said before he closed the gap between them and kissed her slowly. “Say it again,” he murmured against her lips, his own curved into a smile she could feel. His hands tightened to hold her firmly against him, as if now that he had her, he wasn’t going to ever let her go. With her body molded against his he could feel through the thin material of the shirt that she had on underwear but no bra, her breasts pushed up against his bare chest. He nearly hummed with excitement at the thought of seeing just what was under the shirt, his shirt, as he gently kissed her again.

Emma inhaled sharply as Soap kissed her, her fingers on his back curling for a moment to dig into the skin before releasing quickly not wanting to hurt him. She had seen the bruises on his side and near his neck but she hadn’t seen his back and could only wonder how bad it could possibly be. At his request to say his name again she smiled before breathing his name against his lips which had given him the opening he wanted to sweep his tongue in. She met his movements with her own and she could feel the hand at her hair tightening into a fist, as if it were restraint to keep himself in check. She nearly groaned at the gentle tugging of her hair, the subtle control he was exerting as he held her so tightly against his body she could barely move, let alone breathe.

That line that she had been so worried about crossing before he had left for this dangerous mission was gone. They had both obliterated it without hesitation, and to be honest she felt it was only a matter of time before they stepped over it. Emma had a feeling it happened sooner rather than later because of what had happened over the past few days. The fact they had gone without seeing one another for over a week after a charged last conversation caused the desire to build. Then there was the fear of the mission running long and Soap almost losing one of his best friends that brought mortality to the forefront.

They were both growing breathless at the kissing and Emma could feel a heat between her legs that was demanding some sort of release. Emma could also feel Soap had grown hard under his jeans, it was pushing against her stomach and she involuntarily huffed thinking about what it would be like to finally get him naked. Ever so slowly, still not ready to stop kissing him, Emma slid her arms back up over his shoulders and to his chest where she gently nudged him, keeping her palms far away from his bruises. Soap’s hands loosened on her instantly and he pulled back, his eyes looking onto hers in a searching manner, the blue iris’ barely visible from his lust blown pupils.

“Everything alright?” He asked, concern evident in his voice as his chest heaved to catch his breath. He seemed to have forgotten everything that had happened to him, or was ignoring the pain, as he shifted a bit on the bed.

“Everything is fine Johnny,” Emma said, not really recognizing the huskiness in her voice, “I promise I’ll tell you if it isn’t.” She smiled at the genuinely happy grin that spread across his features at her saying his name, a smile she could get used to. “Scoot back on the bed,” she instructed and he raised an eyebrow as he looked at her, hesitating for only a moment, before using his feet on the floor to move himself back. The rubber of his boots squeaked on the linoleum floor at the movements and her eyes shot down to them, completely forgetting that he was still half dressed. “Hang on,” she said and she knelt down to remove them.

“Lass, don’t,” Soap protested, realizing what Emma was about to do. He leaned forward to do it himself but cursed and straightened back up instantly, his hand going to his side. His ribs were not going to allow him to bend down and do it without pain and Emma knew that. “Just leave them,” he protested and reached a hand down under her chin to try and coax her back up to him. He didn’t want her undressing him, not like that anyway, it felt infantile.

“I don’t want your dirty boots in my bed,” Emma replied with a smirk as she undid the knot on the first boot one and quickly unlaced it then moved to the other. She allowed him to kick them off himself, giving him a little independence, and they fell to the floor with a clatter. The knife that had been in one of them slid under the bed in its sheath. “Or your dirty pants,” she added as she stood up and looked at the jeans which had definitely seen better days.

She was going to be the death of him Soap thought as her hands moved up to his thigh to undo the gun holster he hadn’t bothered to remove earlier. Her movements were deliberate, her fingers grabbing his upper leg and twisting it to the side a bit to get on his inner thigh to undo a clip. He was pretty sure she was going slow on purpose because she had a thigh holster of her own that she snapped on and off without even looking at it. It was fucking sexy to watch her prep a gun, holster it, unholster it and unload a clip into a target. Gaz had teased him to no end when he caught Soap adjusting himself after one target practice they all did as a group, laughing all the way to lunch and smirking at him randomly the rest of the day.

“I’m not going to be able to,” he started to explain about his pants but Emma looked up at him already knowing. Fuck, the way she looked at him from under her lashes was going to cause him to combust right there. With fumbling fingers, like a goddamn teenager, he undid his belt, button and zipper as she watched him. The gun holster finally freed dropped unceremoniously onto the floor.

“Lift up,” Emma instructed as she slid her hands up his legs, her fingers digging into the waist band of his jeans and tugging once he finally had everything undone. Soap was extremely aware of every place she was touching him, her fingertips grazed the bare skin of his hips above his boxers before she gripped the denim and pulled the material down. The jeans slid down a bit but not enough and she pulled again as Soap groaned at the effort to hold himself up, the twisting and adjusting was putting strain on his injuries. Emma didn’t take her time like she had done purposely with the holster and a final tug had the pants loose and down his legs. Soap kicked them off himself as well, the belt clanking on the floor a little too loudly. He hoped Gaz had passed out when he hit the bed or he was going to be able to piece together everything that was happening.

Now that there were no jeans to constrain him Emma saw just how turned-on Soap was under his boxers and she grinned before flicking her eyes back up to his face. He was watching her, his fists curled into the bedsheets before he reached out and grabbed at the collar of her shirt to pull her toward him. Emma let him lead her forward as she crawled onto the bed to meet him before throwing a leg over his to straddle his lap. His back was now pushed up against the wall for support and Emma searched his face for a moment more, before she leaned back into kiss him again.

Soap’s hands moved around to her backside and without hesitation he grabbed her ass and pulled her tight against him, groaning deep in his throat at the friction he had just created. Emma had also gasped into his mouth at the contact made on her center and he pulled on her ass again to get her to roll her hips onto him. She didn’t need to be told a third time; she undulated her hips on her own and one of his hands slid up her back to rest between her shoulder blades to keep her trapped against him. His hand fisted the back of the shirt which pulled it tight against her chest, making her hardened nipples visible.

“Fuck,” he uttered against her already panting lips. His voice drawn out on the vowel until the word was almost a hiss. The fingers of his hand that were still on her ass curled into the soft skin of her backside, though it was still on top of the shirt not wanting to push her too far too fast. “Emma,” he muttered as she whimpered against him, her hips moving faster but still careful to not hurt him. She pulled out of the kiss to breathe for a moment before she bit his lower lip gently and tugged softly, another groan escaping her as her clit ground down hard on him. “You’re going to end it before we can even get started if you keep doing that,” he responded to the bite, before moving to kiss along her jaw then down to her neck.

Emma arched her neck to the side to give him better access as his kisses slid down her jaw to her neck and right to that sensitive spot where it met her shoulder. She was breathing hard and could feel how wet she had become from just making out and dry humping like high schoolers. Had it really been that long since she had been with someone that just this little attention got that rise out of her? Or was it Soap? Her mind was too fogged to think on it just yet, her current focus on his mouth sucking on her skin, but she was pulled away from any thought at all when he nipped at her causing her to jump slightly.

“I didn’t tell you to stop moving, did I?” Soap asked curiously, his hand moving her hip impatiently as he licked over the spot he had just bitten. Soap was doing his best to leave a small subtle mark, one that would blend in with the other bruises that peppered her skin. He had seen the marks all over her legs and arms, bruises from Ghost training her he knew, and he wanted to leave his own. He would have a discussion with Ghost later about how rough he had been, but that could wait. He didn’t want to think about his lieutenant touching Emma right now.

She groaned again as she leaned her head back and continued to glide her hips over his, her ministrations continuing to build up the tension low in her stomach. Emma gripped his shoulders hard, knowing her nails were going to leave little divots in his skin as he shuddered a breath into her neck, his breathing almost a pant now. The thin layers of fabric between them weren’t leaving much to the imagination and Emma dared to glance down between them to just watch herself move on him. Imagining what it would look like when there were no barriers and he was buried inside of her.

The shirt had bunched up to her hips at this point and her bright white underwear was on display against the strain of his black boxers. Soap took that moment to rest his forehead on her shoulder to glance down as well, a growl forming in his throat as he spotted the wet patch that had spread between her legs, causing a darker patch on the otherwise pristine white material. “Fucking hell Emma,” he rumbled as he took it in, knowing that he had done that to her, “all that for me?”

Emma felt a blush on her cheeks but she wasn’t going to let it get the best of her. “Yes,” she answered boldly, slowing her hips so he could get a better look and the answering feral grin from him nearly had her falling to pieces. His hand that was on her hip pulling her to move slid to the top of her thigh and his thumb ran up the inside of it painstaking slow, causing Emma to stop moving all together to watch in with needy expectation. His thumb continued going up, up, up, Emma feeling every slight movement as if his thumb were on fire. Soap hooked the top of his thumb just under the edge of the elastic strip, hesitated as he watched Emma’s face and how she bit her lip in anticipation before he moved away his thumb away again, too quickly.

Emma let out a small noise of disappointment which earned a chuckle from Soap, “impatient,” he admonished as his thumb swiped back up again slowly then back down just as quick as the first time. “But you’re going to have to wait a little bit longer before I strip you bare and get you under me,” he explained before moving to kiss her lips again. At that Emma leaned away to protest his latest statement and he scoffed at her, narrowing his eyes before the hand at her back went to her hair to pull her to him to kiss her.

“I’m not going to have the first time I get you naked be when I can barely move to fuck you properly,” Soap growled against her lips and he felt her melt into him at that, she apparently enjoyed his filthy mouth, something he noted for next time. “I’m going to take my time when I do it,” he breathed as he rested his forehead against hers as he looked her right in the eyes, which were heavily lidded. He wanted to watch her reactions, see what his words and fingers did to her, even above the fabric.

His thumb went back to its ministrations, sliding back up her thigh and feeling goosebumps. “I’m going to make you squirm,” his thumb slid away again, dragging his nail lightly over the sensitive skin. “Make you beg me,” his thumb went back up and stopped right at the elastic, “and make you come multiple times. Until you can’t walk. Or talk from screaming my name over and over.”

At that last sentence Soap saw Emma’s eyes flare and he wanted to feel how wet she was, his own self-imposed restraint wearing on him. Swiftly, Soap moved his hand so his index finger brushed right against her clit over the fabric of her underwear. She was completely soaked and he hummed at the feel of it, knowing he had done that to her and she was more than ready for him. The light touch caused Emma to moan loud enough that she bit down hard on her lip to stifle it, and Soap grinned as he gently circled his finger knowing the touch was torturously light.

Emma thought she was going to climax right there. Just his words and his teasing touches were enough to put her right on that edge, that low feeling in her stomach almost ready to be unleashed. Then he kept gently kept circling his finger over her to the point was she struggling hard to keep the sounds to herself. She was silently praying Gaz was asleep or had his headphones in and not being tortured with this. “When?” She asked, her voice practically begging as she shifted her hips not so subtly to get more pressure from his finger which he obliged, running it down to her center before coming back up again and pressing down right where she wanted it. Fuck, just a little more and she knew she would see stars.

“When my doctor says I can,” he answered unhelpfully knowing full well it was her job to clear him for active duty, and to get into her bed. “Good thing I know my doctor would never let me do anything strenuous until I’m fully healed.” Soap said as he pulled his hand away for the final time and rested it atop her leg, his fingertips gripping her legs lightly.

[askanaroace]

Nov Carnival of Aros: Aplatonic - Aplatonic Advice

So this month's Carnival is hosted by @exploringaspec on the topic of aplatonicism.

Now, I've written quite a bit about my aplatonicism and aplatonicism in general already (all of which AUREA is welcome to quote if anything is interesting enough).

Loneliness - I Don't Think I Experience It

Aplatonicism guitar playing metaphor

Afamilial Thoughts

How I Came to the Aplatonic Label

Platonic vs romantic love

Coping with loneliness

Dealing with guilt

So it was quite difficult for me to come up with something I wanted to talk about this month. Since I am an advice blog, I think I will go with some general advice to anybody aplatonic, aplatonic spectrum, or questioning.

-> Remember, aplatonic is just like any other label. It's a tool. It's not meant as a diagnosis. You don't need to meet some standard or pass some test to be valid. Is the term aplatonic useful to you in some way? Does it make you feel good/comfortable/seen to use the label? Does it help you connect with a community of people who have similar experiences to you? Do you want to ID as aplatonic? If you answered yes to any ONE of those, then try the label out! You make the label work for you. You don't work yourself to the label. Use it when, how, and if you feel like it. That includes not using or discarding the term if it doesn't work for you, even if you might technically fit into the definition.

-> There's no one way you have to feel. I mean this multiple ways. You're not somehow inherently "wrong" for not feeling A Way(TM) about the people in your life just because a lot of people may feel differently than you. There's not one way to be aplatonic, either. The term has multiple, wide definitions. It can refer to people who don't experience platonic crushes. It can refer to people who don't experience platonic love. It can refer to people who have difficulty, disinterest, and/or discomfort in making, managing, or maintaining platonic relationships. Again: do you connect to the term in some way? That's what matters. Language is a tool. That's it.

-> Foster whatever kinds of relationships you desire or that make you happy. Don't foster relationships you don't desire or that make you unhappy. You can be aplatonic and allosexual. You can be aplatonic and alloromantic. You can be aplatonic and experience alterous attraction. You can be aplatonic and want a committed partner of some kind. You can be aplatonic and polyamorous. You can be aplatonic and experience familial, aesthetic, sensual, etc. attraction. You can be aplatonic and want none of that. You can be aplatonic and be a hermit/recluse. You can be aplatonic and enjoy having acquaintances or other casual platonic relationships. Instead of getting hung up on the label, explore what makes you happy - and what doesn't. And it's okay if this changes over time (short- or long-term).

-> Relationships aren't the only thing in life. Feel free to focus on hobbies, art, sports, exercise, cooking, baking, fashion, work, volunteering, animals, education, meditation, spirituality. In fact, I would encourage everyone to not forgot those parts of life exist and to pursue other parts of yourself beyond your relationship to other people.

I hope there are some helpful words in here if you needed them.

Volunteering for the Carnival is deceptively easy, and we have an open spot for December and January. If there's a topic you want to engage the community in, please reach out. All you need is a topic idea and a place you can receive submissions at. If you don't even have a place to host - we'll help with that.

[delunesnumberonefan]

sketch time

you will sit down. you will look at my horrible little women. And You Will Appreciate Them

no this is NOT going under a cut you will see the blood sweat and tears i put into belialah's demon form and you will appreciate it, me, and saskia's off the charts world class monsterfucker status

we got saskia. we're familiar with saskia--or at least you should be. go look at the art by korppipoika and give them so many notes--this post will wait. and while you're out, look at the post about the matriarchs too. and if you're not up to date on saskia and belialah, here's another one for your list. i'll be here when you get back.

up to date? excited? horny? me too!!

so we got those two. in order for the images: saskia (recent), belialah (first draft, still happy with this and haven't been able to capture this vision since)

we got their dynamic:

saskia being a bitch and belialah being, despite everything, head over heels. still can't quite nail belialah's human face, but we're learning

...it took me a long time to nail down belialah's demon form. it went through a lot of drafts---many of which i am not sharing. this one is the oldest one i'm willing to share:

i believe this is draft 3? patch notes from earlier drafts: 4 fingers instead of three, took out "humanoid" eyes, added floaty halo bits. other than that, this is what it's mostly stayed true to. chase gave me an inspo and i remixed it and made it worse because i love body horror. so we have this! extra joint between the wrist and elbow, loads and loads of eyes, sharp teeth (yum!), wings, and a broken halo plus the big horn. love her. she has spider legs below her waist--she has "skirts" that are made from her skin that she usually wears (has?) over them.

made some eensy sketches for ideas:

i tinkered on size, proportion, posture, etc. it's vague, but not exact for either of them. i want a bigger height difference and this is for me first and foremost

i settled on this body type for saskia:

no nipples so she's not naked :) this is for anatomy reference, tumblr. ANATOMY. be so nice to me ;-;

ignore the stuff at the edges, this is part of a larger project idk if i'll finish where i look at all the matriarchs and their body types. saskia is the most...well, besides ethalind, the most hourglass shape. this is the most recent drawing of her i have besides the one at the very end, this is the one i would say is most canon. hence why it is included--the last one i have doesn't quite hit right for me. still working on consistency.

as i improved my art, i wanted to take another stab at belialah. which meant figuring out her lower half.

i did these ones reeaaally recently. i looked at so many things for inspo: crabs, spiders, human pelvises, centaur speculative biology, drider speculative biology, an introspective look at how much of a monsterfucker i am, etc. until i found something i was happy with. these are within the last few days. the lil sketches at the far bottom right of the first page are what i settled on. after that, i tinkered with how she looks with skirts vs no skirts---ignore the sword, it's no longer accurate to what it actually looks like, but that's endgame shit and no spoilers :)

i'm really happy with how she's turned out and i think she's kickass and awesome and i can't wait to beat her and saskia into the ground.

and then we have:

team gaslight gatekeep girlboss :)

i drew this last night!! really happy with how my art is coming along. i hesitated on whether to draw the skirts, because i think the spider legs are so fucking cool and i know logically the skirts are there but tbh its funner drawing the spider legs than the skirts :(

i want to make it very clear: belialah is submissive in the way a guard dog is submissive, to quote a post i once tagged as gilt and lost. belialah is loyal, devoted, willing to protect--but will wait for an order before acting

btw, to make something else clear: saskia? saw the demon form first. is more attracted to the demon form than the human form. is far more willing to smash with belialah in demon form. i love my weirdest little freak of a woman <3

ok that's all bye

[theneighborhoodwatch]

submission from anonymous

Hello! I have one discovery and one theory.

The discovery is that…a lot of the food or plants in the “answer” videos looks rotten! This could be an artifact of the filter, however. Also, the brief frame at the start of some of the videos looks different from the rest, more than just having distorted colors, almost like a jump-cut.

My theory (if you accept those here lol) is:

Clown mentioned once on Tumblr that those who enter Home are immediately welcomed and that “it is like [they] have always been there”. This could mean that all the Neighbors were once human, and now they are remembering their old lives and want to get out.

i think that is just a side effect of the filtering, yes! there are behind the scenes photos of some of the food props used in the answer videos available on clown’s ko-fi (and soon to be on his portfolio site, according to his twitter) and while some stuff has definitely been painted over, i don’t think any of it was done with the intention of making it look rotten? that could change later, though. *clears throat and nods toward the “food does not go bad the way we expect it to” livestream quote from the trivia document*

as for the theory…… ehhhhh, i’m trying not to sound too harsh, but i’m pretty unconvinced for now. i feel like stories like these hinge a lot on the idea that the puppets (or whatever nonhuman entity the specific story centers around) were Always puppets, albeit ones under the impression that puppets and people were functionally the same thing in a world that does not agree. they come into the world with pre-determined roles set for them by other people, but they are capable of developing beyond them, both in terms of the self and in their relationships. a time will come in which they have to ask themselves how much of them is really them and how much comes from the people around them, what people have decided for them - and is that not a human experience in itself already? who’s to say they aren’t already human in this sense? do they really need to have once been Exactly Like Us to be considered as such, or for their struggles to have merit?

i do think it’s very possible that each neighbor has a specific relationship to their puppeteer/person or People that they were based on, if such people do exist (considering how often the jim henson company, an obvious real-world inspiration, did the same thing back when they were starting out) but i think of it as something closer to a symbiotic relationship between two separate entities rather than possession/transmutation/erasure of identity/what have you. i’ve written a few times that i think wally might be the exception to that rule, though, if this turns out to be the case.

of course, i’m biased - i say all of this from the perspective of someone who is also a fan of DHMIS and So Incredibly Tired of possession/Was Once A Man plot twists in horror that features some fake media franchise or another. as always, we’ll have to wait and see!

[princecharmingwinks]

Sterek Fic Rec - July 2022. Haha you thought I was going to be late, didn’t you? And to be fair I’ve only made it into my normal timeframe by 2hrs but I count this as still making it. So! Onto more fics - enjoy!

In The Name Of Science by Nutellargh (1/1 | 1K | General)

Submission for incorrect sterek quotes challenge March 2021

Prompt: derek - Yesterday I overheard erica saying “Are you sure this is a good idea?” and stiles replying “Trust me.” and I have never fled a room so fast in my life.

Connecting the Dots by thePurebloodPrat (1/1 | 4K | Mature)

"The sharp clatter of his mug of dry erase markers hitting the floor isn’t enough to draw Stiles’ attention away from the clue board he’s staring at from an uncomfortably short distance, but his hand failing to make contact with a new pen while blindly fumbling for said missing mug finally is. He takes a moment to scrub a hand over his eyes and he drops to the floor to pull the markers out from under the desk where they’d rolled, mumbling to himself about rewriting the last section he’d scribbled on the board in red instead of yellow. This was only a… minor setback. The third one in as many hours, but that was hardly the important part. The people disappearing throughout Beacon Hills only to be discovered exactly eight days later in eight separate pieces, well… That seems like the part that’s far more important."

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Stiles has been awake far longer than he really ought to have been. Derek doesn't want to admit it, but when Stiles doesn't harass him after school the day after finding out about a new supernatural sighting, he gets concerned.

punch-drunk by elisela (1/1 | 6K | Mature)

Derek knows he’s staring, knows he should stop, drag his focus back to his daughter and not this—this stranger, gorgeous as he is with his slight upturned nose and bright eyes, lips that Derek is going to see in his dreams and long fingers folded into a fist that his jaw rests on. He should stop staring but he feels punch-drunk, knocked off his feet by the overwhelming attraction he feels, blood pumping so fast he can hear it rushing in his ears, can feel it in his pulse points.

The guy turns his head to look up at Derek and winks—winks, and Derek gets a glimpse of a black bar that pierces through the end of his eyebrow, and he realizes he really needs to grab Evie and get out of there when he starts wondering if this guy has a tongue piercing to go along with the rest, or just how far across his broad shoulders the tattoos go, if they stretch all the way down his tapered hips, lines like a map for Derek to follow with his tongue.

Tell Me, So I Know by TroubleIWant (1/1 | 7K | Mature)

It took years for Derek to finally confront the way he felt about Stiles, and even after he figured it out he could only explain in Spanish. It took them two years more to get to where they were now. Only with neither of them quite willing to commit, where exactly is that, anyways?

Well, for Stiles it’s a deserted stretch of road behind the Hale house, half trapped in a car wreck after being abducted by hunters. Frankly, he could really use Derek’s help if he’s going to get out of this alive. Mates are supposed to be able to tell when the other is in pain, right? As Derek would probably say, 'querido, no.'

Or, a love story in two parts... and two languages.

Sexily Ever After by indentations (whenwordsmakesense) (1/1 | 1K | Explicit)

After fighting off the latest supernatural terror loose on their town, Derek and Stiles finally find their way to each other.

Operation: Chick Flick by Inell (1/1 | 7K | Teen)

Stiles knows agreeing to be Derek’s fake date for Cora’s wedding is the stupidest thing he’s ever done, but it’s a little difficult to say no to the man he’s been in love with for seven years.

Inattentional Blindness by aussiebee (1/1 | 5K | Explicit)

Derek finally sees Stiles... and then promptly melts down about it.

He’s two people away from the counter, though, when it happens. Derek has just finished scanning the board overhead and let his eyes drift back down to the guy just in time to see him bend down to pick up his backpack from the floor when the guy turns. There’s a moment of complete cessation of brain activity when Derek’s libido registers lips! Eyes! Skinnnnn! before his thoughts begin spinning like a Gravitron, turning his brain to paste against the inside of his skull because what the fuck, the guy he’s been quietly lusting over while he waits in line for coffee is fucking Stiles.

What Derek says when he thinks Stiles wont understand by Delilah2040 (1/1 | 3K | General)

five times Derek complimented Stiles in Spanish thinking he wouldn't understand and the one time stiles confesses not only that he understood the whole time but much much more.

Hot Gym Guy by jesuisgrace (1/1 | 900 | Mature)

“What are you looking at, Stiles?”

Stiles looks up from his phone to find Hot Gym Guy smirking at him. Fuck. He definitely doesn’t blush and stammer because he definitely wasn’t just looking at Hot Gym Guy’s instagram. Absolutely, definitely wasn’t watching him squat for the millionth time since he posted the story yesterday afternoon.

My Tongue Dances Behind My Lips by xxjinchuurikixx (1/1 | 8K | Explicit)

Stiles is seventeen and very, very horny. Derek just adds to the hormones, and Stiles likes to torture himself, getting off to thought of Derek’s hands, his mouth, his everything. Mostly those things on Stiles in some way. One night, Derek gets him to spill the truth.

princecharmingwinks special mention (I only recently fell into a bodyguard Derek and president son Stiles vibe but I like it very much ! And this fic is an awesome example of it <3 )

reGuardless by raisesomehale (1/1 | 3K | Mature)

The president had been to the point when he explained to Derek the rules of the job.

Stiles was in the room while these rules were recited: Never take your eyes off of him in public. That’s how he liked to dodge his last bodyguards. No more than an arm's length apart. He’s more slippery than you’d think. Escort him to and from appearances. Intervene in any situation that might tarnish the Stilinski image...

The list went on and on. As did the games of chicken Stiles initiated to test Derek with these rules.

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