#please enjoy some girls

[direwombat]

tagged variously by @corvosattano, @inafieldofdaisies, @carlosoliveiraa, and @socially-awkward-skeleton to do these picrews (picrew 1 | picrew 2 | picrew 3) and some uquizzes (linked below)

deputy sybille la roux (fc5) | paola orsini (uncharted) | saoirse monaghan (c*d)

How Fandom Would See You If You Were A Fictional Character

tragic. You're the sympathetic villain who does not-quite-bad-enough-stuff-to-be-hated for a very good reason. And you're redeemed by dying. Everyone's angry about it, you could have had an amazing redemption arc if you lived.

well, fortunately for syb's fictional fanbase, i know how dissatisfying the "redemption via death" is and it's exactly why she lives (despite her best efforts) and reaches that healing arc where she starts facing her sins and making amends rather than wallowing in misery.

which philosophical view are you? 

cynicism (ca. 4th century bc). you feel alone; a sickening loneliness that is stuck in your bones. you are proud to be alone, to be the dog. they don't understand you, they never have, you are one of a kind. you yearn to be touched and to be loved, but you do not let yourself have it; if you love, you risk losing it. and you are tired of losing.

How Fandom Would See You If You Were A Fictional Character

mentor. You might not be the main character, but you're still very important. You're the older, or at least wiser one, who guides all those little youngins to victory. They may not always listen to you, but at least they respect you. The fandom looks on you as either a MILF/DILF, the lovable cooky old guy, or the one who really, really needs a break. Maybe all three. Probably all three.

i mean. she was literally a university professor and teacher (altho she was also the kind of instructor who has made students cry, but it usually came from a place of "i know you can do better.")

which philosophical view are you? 

mazdakism (late 5th century CE). you are too kind, my friend. too loving, too giving towards people who don't deserve it. at some point you will run out of things to give, and you will start giving pieces of yourself. you wish they would give too; you wish for your selflessness to be repaid, to be acknowledged. but if you never write your name on the card, how will they know the gift came from you?

How Fandom Would See You If You Were A Fictional Character

mom friend. You're the character who carries snacks, who takes care of the rest of the cast. You make sure they eat, stop them from dying, and keep them out of trouble as best you can. and when they do get into trouble, you try your best to get them out of it. Good on you, dude.

*f;lkasjfda;lsdfjkd ok this is a funny result because while saoirse is just as reckless and willing to throw herself into danger as the boys are, she would get mischaracterized by fandom as the mom friend because 1) she is prepared, 2) she's compassionate, and 3) she's a woman. so.

which philosophical view are you? 

british empiricism (17th - 18th century BCE). you feel too much and sense too little. no one is ever around when you break, you keep it to yourself. you think they don't notice, but the pain sticks to you like tar and the smell fills every room you enter. but you would never let them hold you, you're afraid it might be contagious.

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[heilos]

Got a special treat for ya'll! With love from Luis and the MSA team. Celebrating 10 Years of Ghost with this Lo-Fi Mix ❤️❤️❤️ Produced by Jellybox Art Direction - Kasey Williams Animation & Compositing - Laura Serrano Miralles

[cerise-on-top]

hellooooo! can you write on how you think Laswell and Valeria would react to their wife’s randomly bringing home a small kitten she found on the side of the road/in a ally? Also I hope you are feeling better lovely!

Hello! In all honesty, I'm not doing too great right now, I should really be resting up, but I can't because of work! Oh well, it happens!

Valeria and Laswell’s S/O Bringing Home a Kitten

Valeria: She would not care for the little thing in the slightest, in all honesty. Valeria knows that she’s absent very often, so she can’t exactly blame you for wanting a small animal companion to keep you company. Besides, she’d rather have it be a small animal than some other person. Still, she’s not the biggest fan of animals. While she may not hate them, she simply doesn’t care about them, regardless of what they are or how cute they may be to anyone else. You can keep your little kitten, she doesn’t care too much about it as long as she gets you to herself when she is at home. However, if the cat gets more of your attention than she does, that’s when she’s starting to get a little bit jealous. If you’re not looking, she’ll shoo the little critter away, hoping it’ll get the message and leave you and her alone. That’s when she’ll come to dislike your kitten a little bit. However, if you bug her enough about it, she might begrudgingly apologize to it, but only when you’re around. She won’t be outright mean to it, but she will put it away from your lap and place it somewhere else if she thinks you’re paying too much attention to it. The little critter can meow all it wants, it’s not getting any extra treats from her. Valeria will only feed it when you don’t have the time to do so, and even then it’s on thin ice. Although she usually prides herself on being a competent and confident woman, it’s so evident that Valeria’s as jealous as it gets, and of a cat as well. You can tease her about it too, she won’t really do anything about it because she can’t. She loves you and doesn’t wanna hurt you, which includes not hurting your stinky furball. It’s obvious it makes you happy, and that’s what she wants to see in this otherwise rotten world.

Laswell: Although she isn’t the biggest animal lover, she can appreciate a cute animal when she sees one, but wasn’t sure she heard you correctly when you claimed to have rescued that kitten from an alley. Laswell knows that cats are independent enough when they’re older, at the very least, but you can’t really leave a kitten all alone for now. Besides, what if it’s got some sort of disease? As long as you take good care of it, Laswell won’t mind having a kitten be brought home, but she won’t have too much time to take care of it either, so you’re gonna have to be committed to taking care of it. She may not be a fan of having a cat around at home at first, but she grows fond of it anyway. Think of all the “My dad and the cat he didn’t want at first” memes, that’s literally her. Either way, she does think you have a heart of gold for wanting to rescue a small and defenseless animal that had nowhere to go. However, don’t make it a habit to continuously rescue animals, she doesn’t have the time or space for all of them, so please just keep it to one, maybe two, at most. Laswell, when she can, will feed the kitten and play with it. Sometimes you might even catch her sleeping with it. Especially when the kitten is more mature and has calmed down from all the playing frenzy, that’s when Laswell might hug it more often and sometimes even take naps with it. Will help you out whenever you need anything from her. Your cat needs to go to the vet? It needs some more food? The last few toys you got for it are broken and or torn? Don’t worry, Laswell’s got you covered. She’s got enough money to make your cat’s life very luxurious, as luxurious as it gets, even. The food will be of the highest quality, it will get all the meds it could possibly need, if it needs them, and the toys will always be provided for. The little kitten probably couldn’t have asked for better owners, in all honesty.

[mattodore]

finally opening the sims so corn can make a friend—so long as he keeps his fangs to himself. she doesn't want her blood drained, corn 🫵 @squea

[satans-knitwear]

Im a luxury few can tolerate 😎✨

Treat (lingerie wishlist) me (amazon wishlist) ~ Tip (pypl) me (cshpp)

[icey-wifeyy]

Lol werewolf Shane ☝️🤪 ,,,,,

🙇🏻‍♀️

Sorry for not posting♥️

I was sick for a while and then got into bg3 lolahahah _(:3」∠)_

I forgot I made this for the sketch on top cause the original sketch he had a cowboy hat on and you couldn’t see his ears LMAOO

[cameoutstruggling93]

💜💙🩵

[anewp0tat0]

the majority voted for me to not photoshop and just work on the valentines day art to be posted later in the month. and yea I will do that. but I already started photoshoping regardless. so happy belated birthday Grelle!!

I was originally making William into Sebster, plus Nardo's face shape worked a lot more for William than it did for Sebs, and could I have just imported a whole new face in there? yea, but it would have taken longer, may not have looked great... plus I accepted that in the end, I do afterall headcanon Bassy to be Grelle's side toy while Will is her main. so she would want this.

[belethlegwen]

Do those two ever kiss? I think they should kiss, I think it’d be good for their mental wellbeing if they just smooched eachother.

Melanie’s lips probably feel weird to Henry, what with the size, but I bet they’d both like it.

Oh, Anon.

Those two absolutely do get to the point of kissin', I promise. It is also very good for their mental health (once they work through some fuckin' baggaaaage) when they finally get there.

I've previously posted a few snippets of future-things I've written re: the two of them smoochin', and I'll include those under the cut, but in the meantime please enjoy this gorgeous piece by @aaytaro-gt of their first kiss that she drew based on the first kiss snippet I posted:

To see the little snippets of kissing for yourself, please see me below the cut:

[Spoilers ahead for The Rescue]

Welcome, to the Kissy Stuff:

Full disclosure, these bits were all written a very hot while ago (over a year now for at least two of the clips) and will likely need some heavy editing before the whole piece finally someday gets posted.

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He stepped back closer to her face, just enough to caress her lips with his hand, marveling at the feeling of them as her eyes blinked and looked back up to the ceiling with another soft, moaning breath. “I understand, but while I won’t go there, that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t. Is there anything else you want me to know?”

Melanie’s head shook subtly, her hand moving slowly to slide under the blankets as she fidgeted, notably uncomfortable. “Just be delicate?”

Henry was enamored by such a timid question, compelled to laugh but restraining himself. “I will,” he promised warmly, stepping closer to her again and bending down to kiss her upper lip, the giant woman freezing in place and holding her breath anxiously until she felt him step back and turn away from her face again.

“I…” she started quietly as he pondered what to do next. “This feels… different from the kind of things we had talked about the other day.”

Henry’s head cocked to one side as he thought back on the conversation, “how do you mean?”

“I remember you saying you weren’t necessarily a romantic,” she mumbled. “This is… much more romantic than I would have assumed you’d be.”

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“Do you like it?” He asked quietly.

“I like it lots,” she replied drowsily and he watched her smile, one side of her face pressed into the overstuffed pillow, her eyes closed. 

“Then that’s what matters,” he replied warmly, bracing his feet near her collarbone as his hands moved to caress her jawline, her head tipping up carefully under the guidance of his touch. He closed his eyes as she took in a sharp, small breath and held it, freezing in place as he kissed both of her lips in turn.

Hazel eyes were open, flitting to try and focus on his face briefly before darting away. One of his hands lightly scratched around her jaw while the other softly caressed her cheek as it became warm and flushed with color.

“You act like you’re scared of me,” he chuckled lightly as she released a short, tense breath.

“Sorry,” she whimpered, trying to barely utter sound with him so close. Her breath brushed warmly over his bare skin and he bent to kiss her cheek as she leaned subtly into the stroking of his hand, her eyes drifting closed again. 

“You’ve nothing to apologize for,” he said soothingly.

“I wish I could kiss you back.”

Melanie’s voice, still fading into lethargy, had an undertone of longing in it that seemed sad. “You can,” he encouraged her, “I would like it very much if you did.”

“No I mean,” she mumbled, a tired moan escaping between her words, “like a real kiss.”

“This is real,” he whispered, stroking her cheek again as he bent toward her lips. “So kiss me.”

Henry pressed his mouth firmly to her top lip, and felt the strange and enticing sensation of her lips pursing, pushing up faintly as if she was putting the smallest amount of strength she could behind it, meeting his lips and chin as delicately as she could manage. He shivered as they parted, taking in the most gentle of breaths around him, the cool air rushing into her from across his cheeks and around his neck, feeling like it sucked the breath out of him.

He moved to stand and her head moved up just slightly, the tip of her nose coming almost alongside his face as her lips pursed again and landed against his chest, the sensation incredible yet fleeting as her head fell heavily back into the pillow with a slumberous smile. 

“Goodnight, Melanie,” he said softly, stroking her cheek one last time as her body shifted under him again, her head tipping back to the side on the pillow as she drifted away. “Sweet dreams.”

“You too, please,” came the slow and caring reply.

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He didn’t have time to think of anything else to prod her with before her hand dropped on him, pinning his arms with fingers as her other hand came up to fiddle with the holster on his side. “Hey!” He exclaimed, trying to lean up to see what she was trying to accomplish. “What are you doing?”

“Disarming you,” she said firmly, her finger and thumb gripping the hilt of his short sword and pulling it out of the sheath, her other hand pinning him firmly as he tried to wriggle, legitimate concern crossing his features.

“Be careful with that,” he hissed worriedly, “it’s very sharp, I worked on it yesterday.”

Melanie smiled warmly at his concern, carefully pinching the thing in her fingers and leaning over to place it onto her nightstand before moving back over him, releasing him slowly. “Just trying to make sure I’m at the mercy of slightly fewer sharp things while you’re acting up.”

Henry smirked, the relief he felt after she had safely moved the sword away allowing him to sink back into the large pillow again. “I only bothered to bring the sword today, I doubt there’s anything sharp enough on my person to cause you actual concern beyond that.”

“Your tongue comes to mind,” she shot back, her fingers moving back to the god damn belts again, Henry having mostly gotten one of them undone and making it significantly easier to finally unbuckle. “I’d disarm that if I could, make this entire situation much easier.”

“Why don’t you come down here and try?”

His voice was softer, playful, but teasing in that way that made her heart stop. Her eyes moved quickly from his body to his face again, seeing the color of his flushed cheeks, those blue-green eyes sparkling up at her over a lopsided smile as he bit his bottom lip. His smile grew and he leaned up expectantly while her own face went bright red, her eyes dashing away from him.

“...tease…” she mumbled quietly, a smile making its way onto her lips as her eyes moved back. His eyebrows raised while a grin stretched his square beard near the corners of his mouth.

Henry’s eyes closed and she carefully lowered herself to him, one hand coming up to slide against his side, fingers slipping around his torso while he lifted an arm to tenderly caress her chin and cheek as it came toward him, their lips meeting the way they did every time. His mouth pressed into her lower lip, her plush lips gently wrinkling around almost his entire face, making him smile as he felt her breath snag in her chest and throat like always. 

Melanie’s cheek got hotter under his fingers and palm, her thumb sliding onto his lap and up his torso while she pursed her lips delicately against him, the feeling of his lips pressing back into hers making her chest feel like it would explode as her pulse came back, pounding harder than ever. The small sailor’s own pulse fluttered against her fingers delicately like a butterfly, his chest leaning more and more against her thumb as he pushed forward. As always, she grew worried for him and tried to pull back, and as always, he brought his other hand up to the opposite side of her face. Pressing his palms against her, gripping her with his fingers he tried to pull her back into him, his kiss becoming more intense and passionate as he used every ounce of his tiny frame to keep her there; to stop her from running away.

Giant lips softly parting made way for the cool rush of air that sent up shivers and goosebumps over every tiny inch of him, the sensation of having his own breath almost sucked from his body as she let herself breathe. His hands stayed on her, his fingers just barely relaxing their grip as they stopped digging into the soft, warm flesh of her chin and cheeks, but still wanting to keep her there.

The weight against her hand as he let his small body slump into it comfortably, his head turning and his lips quickly peppering both of hers with tiny pecks as they both smiled, caused her to practically melt onto the mattress more, her head sinking lower towards his lap while she did. 

Henry broke the silence as she let a relieved sigh out around his midriff, the tip of her nose having fallen to rest in the middle of his chest; his hands having slid up her cheeks as she moved. Now he was rubbing one in gentle, soft circles against her warm, blushing skin while he rested his own warm cheek on the bridge of her nose. “That was the best one yet,” he quietly praised her, playfulness in his tone. “I didn’t have to force you down for nearly so long this time. You’re getting braver.”

Massive hazel eyes flickered open only to confirm she could see nothing of him but a blurry mess, closing again as the rumbling of her voice-- soft and gentle as ever-- resonated through him at this distance as if it was vibrating his very bones. “I’m so scared I’ll hurt you somehow,” she sighed, and he turned his head to kiss between her eyes, still petting her soothingly.

“I know you are,” he cooed in gentle reply. “But I do love the feeling that you’re trusting me more and more to let you know that.”

A small huff of breath left her nose, blowing down the front of him as her face sank just a bit more. The tiny man spread his legs out wide around her, letting her chin rest on the pillow gently between them as he pulled his knees up, leaning his legs against the sides of her face. “I’m glad,” she offered quietly after a moment while her hand squeezed around his body tenderly. “I really do trust you, you know.”

“Not with a sword, apparently,” he quipped to her, reaching up to tap her forehead lightly as she chuckled. He smirked, letting her hold him in place as she leaned her gargantuan torso back up and away from him again, his eyes following hers while they opened overhead. “That’s because I trust you to always be a shit,” she retorted, both of them laughing.

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Someday I will post the full works with these scenes in them, but they're a ways away yet. In the meantime, I hope this brings you some joy, and thank you so so so much for the ask! I really did love to see it and it was so nice to be given an excuse to dig up those documents again <3

And I always love looking at that piece by Aaytaro. Truly wonderful stuff <3

[todayisafridaynight]

sequel to this cause Uh Oh !!!!!!!

[cerise-on-top]

Hi! I hope you've been doing alright!

I was wondering if you could possibly write something for Valeria comforting reader having a bit if a meltdown. Something along the lines of reader being overwhelmed by their job and just the emotions that come with the end of the year, and having Valeria just hug them, maybe do something sweet like surprising them with their favorite treat, etc. because she had been noticing the way reader had been a bit off. essentially some fluffy hurt/comfort <//3

I don't know if that's a bit much, but you're welcome to say no! Anyways, I just want to let you know that your writing is incredibly awesome and I hope that the new year treats you well! You put out a lot of great content but i really hope you're not overworking yourself either, make sure to take breaks and take care of yourself and yeah, ♡

-☆

Anon, unless you tell me to either write the most gruesome thing imaginable or straight up something that is not meant for minors, then I have no problem with any request! I tried to make it good, but I've always struggled with writing dialogue, and for that I am genuinely sorry! I hope it's still enjoyable enough, though! It's more of a fic again than anything else, at a good 3.000 words! I'm wishing you a good 2024 and that the new year may treat you more kindly than the current one has! Best of everything to you, anon! And best of everything to everyone else too, of course!

Valeria Comforting Reader

You had always been a strong person in Valeria’s eyes. You had to be in order to be with someone like her, after all. Caring for someone so vile in many people’s eyes, knowing fully well of her business, it was in spite of all of that you stayed with her. The way she could come home to you, giving it your all at work, giving her that kind smile of yours she was certain she didn’t quite deserve, it made even someone of her caliber a bit softer than usual. For as little as she cared about anyone else, wishing to have most people’s head on a stake at this point, if you gave her the command, she’d burn down every inch of this sorry planet just to see you smile again, just to watch the flames of life dance in your eyes. And from the ashes she’d raise something new, something better than what was right now. Valeria knew she could count on you, no matter what, but she hoped you did the same for her too.

Your eyes used to be full of vivacity, so lively whenever you got to see her, there was you trilling a song like a nightingale when you made her a cherry pie, from time to time she had to shut you up considering you never stopped talking whenever she came home. Bloody Valeria, who knows how many people she has killed? How many people would continue to suffer because of her selfishness? She had been called many things, a witch, a wench, a worthless wanton. But in those beautiful eyes of yours? The way you’d call her over, using sickeningly sweet nicknames in Spanish you picked up from somewhere. “Mi alma, mi tesoro, how is the most beautiful wife in this universe doing?” Granted, Valeria cringed when you suddenly started speaking Spanish to her of all people, but even so, she had to admit, you were so adorable, leaving her no choice but to respond in nothing but Spanish for the evening to compensate.

But even among the lovely banter the two of you often found yourselves in, it wasn’t enough to keep the light in your eyes from extinguishing. Your beautiful voice became rarer and rarer until you only spoke when spoken to. Whereas Valeria would once need to tell you to stop hugging her in public, these days she was happy if you as much as grabbed her hand while you were both seated on the couch. What happened to you? She wanted to know, she needed to know, but you wouldn’t budge. Whatever weighed on you took its toll on you, it wasn’t something Valeria could just fix with money, it seemed. A forced smile, empty eyes. Ever since you started that new job of yours a while ago, it seemed to never end for you.

Even as she sent one of her trusted people out to check on you, you were wary, knowing fully well about the dangers Las Almas posed to anyone living there, especially Valeria. You did not hesitate to tell her about that odd person coming to your workplace, that man could have been anyone, could have killed her. She was grateful, to have you be this open with her on a matter that concerned her, but in the same breath she cursed you for not taking better care of yourself. If she could, she would have come to your workplace to kill your boss, your superior, anyone giving you a hard time yourself. But alas, Los Vaqueros were on her heels again. And thus, she fled for another few weeks, leaving you alone in your unbearable misery. By no means was Valeria a traditionally affectionate person, but if she had to be more “normal” in that regard to see your happiness again, she could try.

The new year seemed nice around this year, with the first of January being on a Monday. The beginning of the year was also the beginning of a new week. Valeria could have stalled for time, waiting until it was midnight, but she decided to come home to you without intervention this time. That she decided until she found a small bakery, run by an elderly lady and her husband, that she had known for a while. Evening of the 30th, the shop was just about to close up when Valeria drove by, stopping right in front of it. The couple didn’t seem to mind her being here this late, giving her the usual wishes for a new year. May she be healthy, may she be happy. Lovely, if only such a thing would hold true for you instead. The wares seemed promising, obviously homemade. The bright, white cake with the strawberries on top seemed to catch her eyes. There weren’t many baked goods left, namely some cakes, some cookies and some rolls, but that tres leches looked delicious.

It didn’t take long for her to have bought the little treat. Enough for you, enough for her. Maybe such could cheer you up, if just a little bit.

The night was cold this time, with the clouds not covering a single bit of the sky. The moon was waning once again, leaving behind the world for its own purposes, leaving it in the dark where anyone and anything could be hiding. For all Valeria knew, someone could decide to try and pick a fight with her right now. Someone would die, but it wouldn’t be her. Never her, she had someone to come home to, after all. Whatever slug decided to rob her on a night like this, they would come to regret their mother’s birth. However, as she got closer to your little abode, she couldn’t help but worry. What if it wasn’t her to get hurt, but you instead? By no means would that be likely, hidden away like the treasure you were, for her eyes only, but it wasn’t impossible. Valeria pressed harder on the gas pedal.

Only when she saw the lights on this late did she finally calm down a bit. You were home, everything seemed in order. With the cake in one hand and her keys in the other, she unlocked the door, pushing it open. She had every reason to be mad at the incompetence she had to work with on the daily, but somehow, she had even more reason to be worried about you. Her worries were only reinforced when she heard quiet sobs coming from the living room. Normally, she’d burst right in, her revolver in hand. But this time? No weapon in the world could fight your demons, she could only watch as you tried your hardest to fight another day, to make it through alive and somewhat well.

Slowly, she opened the door this time as well, making just enough noise for you to take notice of her. Like a deer in headlights, you stared at her, choking back another sob. Clearly, you didn’t expect her to be home this early at all, but it didn’t matter. You seemed scared, ashamed even, as your mouth hung open, trying to find the right words to say. Regardless of what it was that would leave your mouth, Valeria wouldn’t get mad, not this time. Having put down the tres leches, she turned to you, approaching you slowly so as to not startle you. Your eyes were red and puffy, your voice hoarse as you finally spoke. You wiped away your tears, giving her a forced smile, like you had been for a while.

“Valeria, welcome back! How are you doing?”

Your voice was barely above a whisper, trying your hardest to not make it as obvious that you had been crying. A futile attempt, but an attempt nevertheless. If she could have, Valeria would have wrung out your little heart, ridding you of your demons if just for this weekend, but alas. Sitting down next to you on the couch, she took one hand of yours in hers, the other arm slung around your shoulders.

“Cariño, what’s the matter? I’m not mad, I promise, I just wanna know.”

Your mouth formed an o, clearly trying to think of a bullshit excuse she wasn’t going to buy anyway. “Be honest with me!” Valeria’s voice was calm, even if she could feel the anger bubbling up inside of her. Whatever was eating at you, gnawing at your mind and your heart, you were going to tell her, preferably tonight.

Holding onto her hand, you squeezed it, looking away for a moment. She had her nails done that pretty pink again, the color you always liked so much on her. But even so, it was apparent you didn’t know what to say. Rather sooner than later, you had to come clean to her eventually. You had joked about it, but one of these days Valeria might just interrogate you for your mental wellbeing, counterproductive as that might be. Tears welled up in your eyes again as you bit your lips, hoping to seem just a tad bit less pathetic than before. Valeria was so strong, you had always been a joke in comparison.

“You know, you’re actually really tough, Valeria. You’re always on the move, always evading the bad guys, always doing what needs to be done in order for the both of us to have a good life. But look at me: I can’t even work properly without my co-workers trampling all over me. Every day I have to endure things that no one wants to put up with, every day I can’t say no to them even if I tried. Sometimes I do wish I was more like you, really. It’s just… I haven’t accomplished anything. Nothing I do seems to matter. This year was awful, and I have little hope that the next one will be any better. As much as I love you, Valeria, and you know that I adore you, I hope you’ll find someone better next year. Someone who’s worthy of having you around, someone who won’t bitch and cry over every single little thing. I’m a weak and pathetic little loser who’s nothing like you. Can’t say no, and it’s slowly killing me. I want to just run away forever, never to be seen again, and become a cryptid of sorts. I fucking hate myself, I hate this miserable, shitty planet I was born on, and I hope next year is going to be my last! I don’t think I can make it through another one.”

For a second, even Valeria was quiet, not thinking it was going to be this bad. She knew you were unhappy, but she didn’t think you were hoping to die this soon. You and her had your entire lives ahead of you, preferably together. There was no way Valeria could let something like this just slide. This was something big and important, not something you should just sweep under the rug and never talk about.

Valeria removed her arm and hand from yours, only to grab your face, cradling it somewhat roughly, to make sure you would look at her. Despite never having been an emotional person, this was important. You were going to look at her, no matter how much you protested, wanting to look away, and you were going to listen too.

“Don’t you dare say something like this ever again, you hear me? You’re going to live alongside me, and you’re going to live well. If I have to kill all of your co-workers myself, I will. You’re the last person that should die on this rotten planet. I had to live this long without you in it, you’ll be okay, I’ll make sure of it. But don’t you fucking dare ever think about dying again, alright? If your boss is a bastard, who gives a shit. Same for your co-workers. You need a job? A good one you’ll enjoy with nice people? Cariño, I can get you in just about anywhere. You wanna work at a bakery? At an elementary school? You wanna work an office job? Hell, if you want I’ll make sure you’ll get to do home office whenever you need it too, but you’re not going to leave me alone just like that. The next year is going to be good to you, and it won’t be a matter of if. It’ll be a matter of when, and at my command, a good year for you will start on Monday, and that’s final.”

Her voice was almost loud, she was clearly mad. Not at you, you could never do any wrong in her eyes, but at the people who made you feel this way about yourself, about everything regarding you. It scared you, you wanted to pull away, but her grasp on you grew stronger. She meant well, you knew that much, but never did you think you could make her this mad. You were gentle, you were kind, and that also showed in how Valeria would treat you. You weren’t some kind of replaceable lackey, Valeria would never find someone like you again.

Your eyes were wide in fear and Valeria’s expression softened up a bit. “Look, I’m sorry for scaring you like that. But I need you to understand that you’re scaring me too when you say things like that. We’ll get through this together. You quit your job, we’re gonna find you a new one with good people that you can enjoy. Nothing bad is gonna happen to you next year, that I’m going to make sure myself. I’ll try to take off more days, try to get more time for you so we can be together. But please don’t do anything too rash, please don’t do anything dumb. I wouldn’t know what to do with myself if I lost you. Alright?”

Once again, you teared up, but this time you couldn’t look away either, Valeria was still holding you.

“Alright?”

“Alright, fine. Valeria, I’m so sorry.” Your voice was quiet, broken by your current circumstances. When was the last time someone cared about you like this? Valeria was the most dangerous woman in the country, and yet here she was, comforting a little no one like you who happened to meet her by happenstance. You didn’t bite back your sobs this time, letting it all out instead. It’s not like it was the first time she had ever seen you cry, but you wished it would be the last time. This was humiliating, even if your wife had found you in much worse situations. You closed your eyes, letting your tears fall freely.

“Please don’t apologize.” She placed a gentle kiss on your forehead before giving you a long and tight hug. A token example of how she cared for you. Despite not being one for physical affection, even she couldn’t deny you a hug when you were downright miserable. Although she wasn’t usually very warm, something about tonight, maybe it was the feeling of being disposable, made you feel warmer than usual. Valeria was by no means a kind woman normally, but somehow, you got to see this side of her that was unknown to everyone else. You knew she was the one for you.

Maybe leaving her alone would have been such a cruel thing of you after all. The way she held you when she was drunk, the way she’d kiss you when she finally got home after months of not seeing you, the way she’d look at you when she thinks you aren’t looking, it was all reminiscent of a fantasy you dreamed about when you were younger. Maybe you really didn’t need a hero, the villainess worked just fine for you. She held you like you were the most worthwhile treasure in the world. A hero would never do that, a hero would likely die to attain some silly goal. Valeria was different from that, she would litter the world with the corpses of those who wronged you. It was a challenging sort of love, but it was love nevertheless. You wanted to show her the same kind of love. Maybe you weren’t ready to kill someone for her just yet, but if it ever came down to it, maybe you could try to live again. Perhaps not for yourself as you were right now, but for Valeria. She was worth more than a planet made of pure diamonds.

Eventually, your sobs turned to sniffles, your sniffles died down. Valeria never stopped holding you until you had finally calmed down. It felt surprisingly good, letting it all out for once, not having to worry about being judged. Not many words were exchanged that evening, but they were sincere. Valeria loved you, you loved Valeria, it was that simple. You were going to remind yourself of that fact for the rest of eternity if you had to. Until you never had to actively think about that again, until it was that ingrained into your mind.

“Do you want some tres leches? I got some just for you on the way back home.”

You still held onto her shoulders, giving her the first proper smile of the evening. “You spend too much money on me, and you know it.” You playfully and lightly hit her chest, giving her a bashful look. “But, you know, I wouldn’t say no to it either.”

“There’s that beautiful smile, mi bello amor.” Once again, she cradled your face, this time much more gently than before. Once again, she gave you a quick kiss to your cheek before getting up to get the cake. Naturally, you followed suit, allowing her to take the lead as she always had. “Do you want the big piece or the small one?”

“I want you to have the big piece for being the best wife out there!”

“Wrong answer, you get the big one.” And with that, two plates and two forks had been prepared, each filled with some delicious, beautiful cake.

[jorrated]

desperately trying to NOT fall into a christian/ demonology mythology study hyperfixation again i cant take it

[igbylicious]

Helo.. Sorry if it's been said in the story already and i just forgor, but what is Wooyoung's job in Whichever Way? :3

haiiiii ♡ omg Isak i can’t with how incredible your timing is alskdjkasdj the next chapter opens with the reader visiting Wooyoung and his coworker Seonghwa at work (ᵔ◡ᵔ)

it hasn’t really come up before, there was only a tiny lil ‘blink and you miss it’ mention in chapter 7; Wooyoung works at a flower shop (◕‿◕✿)

[averlym]

pleaaase may i have 28 and 29 aramour angst ✨ i crave it

28: “Move out of my way before I make you.” // 29: “You deserve better.” (prompt list here)

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[nellygwyn]

I feel like I'm going insane reading all the terrible information coming out of the currently on-going trial of the alleged murderers of Brianna Ghey, a transgender teenager who was murdered here in the UK several months ago, some of the most bleak shit imaginable, allegations of months and months of attempts to poison Brianna (and then finally resorting to stabbing her multiple times), very explicit transphobia in a lot of the leaked transcripts (including Boy X, the male teenage alleged murderer, writing that he wanted to see if Brianna screamed like a man or a woman) juxtaposed against TERFs and general transphobes rushing like vultures to a rotting carcass to "correct" journalists who are using she/her pronouns for Brianna, turning themselves inside out to try and make excuses for murder (I know a lot of autistic people fyi, and they don't horrifically murder trans people or anyone lol), and making sure to remind everyone that the killing had nothing to do with transphobia (because it was never explictly charged as a hate crime), not at all, the alleged murderers of Brianna were just looking for some rando to kill. Like.....are you all collectively hallucinating a scenario where YOU look like the morally decent people in a situation where you are bending over backwards to diminish the brutal death of a 16 year old? Even if it could be proved 100% that transphobia played no part in Brianna's death, you still look like freaks. Seriously.

If you can even make the horrific murder of a teenager all about you and your foulness, you are very very sick.

[mintjeru]

do you think they have x bar theory in teyvat

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