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Avoid These Common SIP Trunk Configuration Mistakes

For businesses in Hyderabad looking to enhance their communication systems, implementing a SIP trunk is a smart move. However, the success of your SIP trunk depends heavily on proper SIP trunk configuration. Incorrect setup can lead to poor call quality, dropped calls, and security vulnerabilities that disrupt your business operations.

At A1 Routes, we specialize in seamless SIP trunk configuration to ensure your business enjoys crystal-clear calls and uninterrupted connectivity. To help you avoid costly errors, here are some common SIP trunk configuration mistakes and how to prevent them.

1. Ignoring Network Requirements

One of the biggest mistakes businesses make during SIP trunk configuration is neglecting the underlying network setup. SIP trunks rely on stable internet connectivity and adequate bandwidth. Without proper network quality of service (QoS) settings, voice traffic may compete with other data, resulting in latency, jitter, or packet loss.

Tip: Work with a provider like A1 Routes that assesses your network and configures QoS to prioritize voice traffic, ensuring superior call quality.

2. Incorrect Firewall and NAT Settings

Firewall and Network Address Translation (NAT) issues are common causes of failed or dropped SIP trunk calls. Incorrectly configured firewalls can block SIP traffic or the necessary ports, while improper NAT settings may cause one-way audio problems.

Tip: During SIP trunk configuration, verify that your firewall allows the correct SIP and RTP port ranges, and that NAT traversal is properly set up. A1 Routes’ experts handle these configurations to prevent call failures.

3. Using Default or Weak Security Settings

SIP trunks are vulnerable to security threats such as toll fraud, eavesdropping, and denial of service attacks if not properly secured. Using default passwords or neglecting encryption during configuration leaves your system exposed.

Tip: Always customize passwords, enable TLS/SRTP encryption, and implement IP-based authentication. A1 Routes prioritizes secure SIP trunk configuration to protect your business communications.

4. Not Testing Before Going Live

Skipping thorough testing after your SIP trunk configuration can lead to unexpected issues once your system goes live. Problems like poor call quality, registration failures, or incorrect call routing may arise if configurations are not properly validated.

Tip: Conduct comprehensive testing, including inbound/outbound calls, failover scenarios, and audio quality checks. Our Hyderabad-based team at A1 Routes performs detailed pre-launch testing to ensure smooth deployment.

5. Overlooking Proper Documentation

Failing to document your SIP trunk configuration settings can cause delays and confusion during troubleshooting or future upgrades. Without clear records, resolving issues or scaling your system becomes unnecessarily complex.

Tip: Maintain detailed documentation of all configuration parameters, including IP addresses, ports, credentials, and routing rules. A1 Routes provides clear documentation for every client to simplify ongoing management.

Why Choose A1 Routes for SIP Trunk Configuration in Hyderabad?

Setting up a SIP trunk requires technical expertise and attention to detail. With years of experience, A1 Routes helps businesses in Hyderabad avoid common pitfalls through expert SIP trunk configuration and ongoing support. Our team ensures your communication system is reliable, secure, and optimized for the best call quality.

[shushmal]

Robin has a love-hate relationship with Steve-and-Eddie. Love, because those are her best friends and her best friends are in love with each other and they never leave her out of anything. Hate, because sometimes she wishes they would because she keeps accidentally third-wheeling herself.

She doesn't hate it that much though, if she's honest. It's just fun to complain, especially because it riles the both of them up.

But right now, she's being quiet so she can witness one of her secretly-favorite Steve-and-Eddie rituals—of which there are many, but this one is silly and endearing.

It starts like this:

The waitress sets down their drinks, lemonade for Robin, coca-cola for Steve, and a cherry soda for Eddie.

"Don't you dare," Eddie says, even as Steve reaches for Eddie's drink, slipping his straw in next to Eddie's and slurping obnoxiously. Eddie doesn't even pretend to stop him anymore. "Unbelievable."

"I just want to taste it!"

"You could just get a whole glass of it! All for yourself!!"

"It's too sweet, I don't want a whole glass."

"What, so you think you can just help yourself to mine?"

Steve's grin is far too smug, even for Robin, even when Steve slides it to her so she can take a sip. Steve is right, it is really too sweet and she wrinkles her nose, but it's worth it for the offended gasp Eddie makes when she slides it back to him.

The diner is their favorite, because everyone who works there has given up on understanding their weird dynamic: Robin and Steve squished into on side of the booth while Eddie's spread out on the other, Robin making gagging noises whenever Steve brushes against her, even though they never sit in any other configuration. The staff has long since stopped asking which of them was her boyfriend, and that's perfect for her.

Besides, she knows that under the table, Steve and Eddie have their ankles locked together like the disgusting love-sick dorks that they are.

The Steve-and-Eddie show continues when their meals come out. Chicken fingers and fries for Steve because he's an actual child, and breakfast for dinner for Eddie because he likes to be contrary. And then the real performance begins.

They "fight" over the ketchup bottle, which really means that Eddie picks it up and Steve snatches it out of his hands—only for Steve to spread it over Eddie's scrambled eggs (gross) for him before he adds a disgusting amount to his own basket.

Eddie makes a game of stealing Steve's fries when he thinks he isn't looking (Steve is, he's tallying each one up in his head, Robin knows this because she's doing it too), and when he finally "catches" Eddie in the act, he steals Eddie's last piece of bacon—the one that's sat untouched for the last five minutes for this very reason.

Then, Eddie's "forcing" Steve to try his grits, like he does every time, and game eats a spoonful of it, every time, and then complains at length how much he hates it (and he actually does hate it, the texture is just not for him, Robin knows because it's the same for her too).

And then they do the worst, most disgusting thing ever: they split the pancake in half. Without fail. Without argument. Every time.

Robin, slurping on her strawberry milk shake that she will NEVER share with anyone ever, thinks that stupid pancake is like the symbol of their love or something. Sh's sure if they weren't in public, they'd be feeding it to each other.

"What?" They say it in unison, and Robin hates when they do that to her.

(Eddie complains about it right back at her, because she and Steve do the same thing to him all the time. They should blame Steve, since he's the common denominator, but he just looks so pleased about them both that they can't rag on him for it, so Eddie remains Robin's sworn enemy and vice versa.)

"What what?" she sneers at them, voice quiet. "You two are disgusting, it's like you're making out right in front of me right now."

"What are you, homophobic?" Eddie hisses back, just as quiet. "I'm in love with your best friend, Buckley. I'm making out with him in front of you for the rest of your life."

"Ugh! I hate you so much."

"Right back at you."

And then they start kicking at each other beneath the table, no doubt catching Steve's ankles in the crossfire. He doesn't tell them to stop though, and Robin can see that pleased, sappy smile on his stupid face out of the corner of her eye, so she lands an exceptionally harsh blow to Eddie's shin in retaliation for making her best friend so happy. He digs his heel into her toes in return.

[mclarengf]

il faut que je te dise quelque chose

a new years party? i bet absolutely nothing will happen.

[1.1k]

note: happy new year yall!!! i hope 2025 brings u all a lot of happiness and good luck x

“i’m gonna do it.”

lando looked up from his phone, “what?”  i haven’t been listening to you at all.”

you pouted at him before repeating yourself, “i’m gonna kiss him tonight. at midnight. for real.”

“wait, oscar?”

you flicked him square in the forehead for his stupidity.

“who else, dummy? i’m gonna sit him down and tell him how i feel, and then, if he somehow feels the same way, i’m gonna kiss him.”

he barks out a laugh and tells you, “about time!”

you liked oscar, and lando was the only other person who knew it. ever since he figured it out in miami, lando had made your life miserable, constantly teasing you if you blushed after oscar complimented you, or if you lost your train of thought when he walked in the room.

“anyway, are you done yet? max wants to know when he should pick us up.”

some of your friends in monaco are throwing a new years party tonight, and you and lando, your closest friend here, are getting ready for it in your apartment. 

well, you’re getting ready. he’s dressed already, in a simple button-up and jeans, and has been tapping at something on his phone for the past 20 minutes— something which looks suspiciously like jetpack joyride. 

you tell lando you have to finish doing your hair, but will probably be done around the time max gets to your place if he leaves now. 

“alright,” he slaps his knees as he stands up, “you have to tell me how it goes, yeah?”

he claps you on the back before leaving to the kitchen, probably to start his night of drinking. 

—

the party was loud. whoever was dj’ing had to have hearing damage, because anyone else wouldn’t be able to be in such close proximity to the bass-boosted speakers.

it was about an hour til midnight, and annoyingly, you still hadn’t seen oscar. that’s why you were now making the rounds trying to find him, sliding past groups of people you didn’t recognise and briefly saying hi to the ones you did. 

you were trying to navigate around a stupidly placed configuration of chairs when you bumped into someone.

“i’m so sorry-“ your apology died on your tongue when you saw who it was.

“oscar!”

he greets you with a hug and a quick kiss to the cheek, “how’ve you been? i haven’t seen you since the championship party!”

you smile up at him.

“i’m good! i’ve been a bit busy at home, so i haven’t been able to do anything else. how are you? you look good!”

you take a step back from him to take the sight of him in. he must have arrived a while ago, if his sweaty hair and the drink in his hand are anything to go by.

“you look beautiful, by the way.”

you’ve never been able to handle his compliments well, not when he always tells you like he really means it. 

you manage to keep your composure enough, though, and stutter out a ‘thank you’ before returning the sentiment. 

“you look really good, too.”

he smiles shyly at the ground, then gestures to a nearby booth so you can continue your conversation. 

as you make your way over, he places his hand on the small of your back, subtly guiding you through the small crowd in between you and your destination. the feeling of his hand on your skin burns, desperately drawing your attention. you try to ignore it though, for fear of blushing so hard that oscar will be able to see it, despite the strobing lights.  

wait, why is oscar staring at you? shit, is it that obvious already? 

you press a hand to your cheek as you sit, trying to feel how warm you actually are, but before you can properly judge your temperature, oscar picks up your talk where you had left it, and the two of you fall back into easy conversation. 

you talk about lots of things, in a way you can only comfortably do so around oscar, and you only take notice of the time again when the people around you start chanting down from 60.

“so, oscar, i was thinking…” you trail off, taking another sip of your drink as you consider how to word your confession.

he looks at you attentively, waiting for whatever you’re about to say. 

“i wanted to tell you that-“ you cut yourself off and sigh. this isn’t working. 

maybe you should just wait til another time. there’s no need to rush anything, you suppose.

35… 34… 33…

oscar has a strange glint in his eye, but you brush it off as being his amusement at your evident speechlessness. 

“nevermind!”

you try to smile like nothing’s wrong, but you’re cursing at yourself on the inside for being such a pussy. 

28… 27… 26…

you decide to switch the topic.

“shouldn’t you find some girl to kiss at midnight?”

he shakes his head, and this time it’s his turn to drink before he talks. 

“nah, i’m happy staying here with you. it’s nice.”

you melt at the thought of oscar being content to spend his new years with you over everyone else at the party. now, if only you could tell him how you’d like to spend the rest of your life with him over everyone else in the world, you’d be very happy.

17… 16… 15…

you spend the last fifteen seconds of your year internally debating whether you should still kiss oscar. i mean, if it’s a new years kiss and he has no idea about your feelings, then it’d be fine, right? 

you almost don’t realise it’s turned midnight because you’re too preoccupied, playing a mental game of eeny meeny miny mo to solve your dilemma. 

the time is brought to your attention, though, when oscar places his hand on your cheek, says, “i’ve wanted to do this for a long time,” and brings you close for a new years kiss.

you could swear you feel fireworks exploding in your chest when your lips touch, and it only takes you a second to realise what’s going on before you respond eagerly, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. 

you could die happy now, you think. his lips are so soft, and they fit with yours perfectly. you don’t even mind the taste of jack and coke on his tongue. somehow, it all blends together into one thing— oscar. 

everything is oscar, oscar, oscar. 

when you part, you’re slightly dazed from how passionate the kiss was.

“so, what were you gonna tell me?” 

although his cheeks are also flushed, and his pupils are slightly blown, oscar’s still got a cheeky grin on his face as he catches his breath. 

you roll your eyes, knowing full-well by this point that he knew just as much as you did, the whole time. 

“happy new year, oscar.” 

he raises his glass and tilts it towards you for a cheers.

“happy new year.”

you clink your drinks together, and as he slings an arm around your shoulders, you think, this year may turn out really well. 

[stariikis]

ni-ki as your study date •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅

synopsis ; the price you paid for choosing an athletic boyfriend over an academic one? no practical help when you're drowning in mysterious equations and symbols. but at least he's good at comforting the perfectionist in you.

pairing ; athletic!nishimura riki x academic achiever!reader genre ; fluff, established rs wc ; 802 warnings n notes ; dear readers, these two are mentally suffering because one doesn't care and the other cares too much! trigger warning, bio phys chem and math mentioned..

“-And during PE we played badminton, and Jake hyung was soooo bad today. He kept trying to smash but missed the shuttlecock.” Beside you, with his “I-swear-I’ll-finish-three-chapters-today” Physics textbook hardly opened to the first page, Riki doesn’t stop rambling about the various sports he’s played today. You’ve heard enough about the goals he scored during an impromptu morning game of football. The way his best friend fumbled during a badminton match. How his legs ache from standing in the sun for hours during baseball training. You’re about to tug him out the cafe by his jersey. 

“Are you going to start your notes or what?” You shove him with a lighthearted tone, barely concealing the exasperation behind your words. “All that talk about wanting to finally get an A but you still keep yapping. About sports, no less.” 

Riki rolls his eyes and mock-salutes in your direction. “Yes, ma’am.” 

Taking a sip of your matcha latte, you sigh resolutely and return to examine various electronic configurations. Perhaps now, Riki will leave you in peace… 

Only five minutes later, you’re snapped out of focus with a sheepish nudge. 

“What’s a moment…” “OH my days Nishimura Riki how can you not know what a moment is that’s like basic physics you’re supposed to have known that since we started chapter TWO.” 

Shrinking under your scoldings, he glances back at his textbook, reads the definition and looks back towards you. “I don’t get it.” 

With another heavy sigh, you scoot closer and attempt to explain as simply as you possibly can. However, he’s deliberately distracting you, with playful caresses through your hair and touches of kisses as smooth as silk on your cheek. You’ve got to be turning a beetroot red, but you ignore the warmth spreading through your cheeks and continue on. 

“Now repeat what I just said to you.” Refusing to give in to his silly antics, you cross your arms and lean back. Swiping the hair his fingers touched, not too long ago, out the way. 

He pouts, knowing him acting cute is your soft spot. “That’s not fair.” 

“Why?” You press, but relent and hunch back over your notes. “You know what, just focus on relearning your balanced forces. Do you remember what the principles of moments even is?” Oh wait, he doesn’t even know what a moment is. The way he blinks once at his textbook and blinks twice your way proves this. 

“At this point, I’m not dead, you’re more cooked than I am. And I am cooked.” 

Gasping scandalously, he whisper shouts, “You’re literally my academic goal, what are you on? I wish I had the motivation you did. Okay, more like I wish I had your grades, but we both know that’s not happening.” 

He gestures to all the bruises he’s obtained over the past week, scratches and wounds that demonstrate how dedicated he is to all the sports he partakes in. They’re his own personal souveniers. Although most fade quickly, some leave scars burning in his skin, but he’s proud of them all even when you express your concern for him. 

He’s always been like that. Dismissive of concerning matters because he enjoys showing people how strong he is. Internally and externally. The complete opposite of him, one Maths question you get wrong and you start questioning the very bane of your existence. 

You fall into silence, looking back at your notes. You have lost track of where Chemistry starts and ends, your paper copy of the periodic table crumpled and defaced from your bursts of frustration. You may not show it, but there’s so much going on in your head it’s hard to escape the fog you’ve mentally put yourself in. With the crazy STEM course you’ve chosen, you know that you’re definitely on the train tracks with a sign pointing towards a crash site. 

Either you shut yourself out and pass with flying colours, or you enjoy life and fail miserably. There’s no in between. Is it so hard to want to maintain a social life and a healthy relationship, while topping your class and achieving high honours? Perhaps it is. 

Noticing your sudden stillness, Riki panics. “You’re stressing out again. Why are you stressing out again? You’re doing well. Well, compared to me. Should I just do bio? Things with numbers are always complicated..” 

You laugh as he looks back at his noteless textbook. 

“Anyway, I think you’re doing just fine.” Riki murmurs, massaging your back with his hand. “Don’t overwork yourself and you’ll be fine. Just like you were, and always will be. Do you want me to test you?” 

“That’d be nice…” You smile, watching his eyes light up a little too eagerly when he closes his textbook. “But you’re just saying that so you don’t have to study anymore, right?”

how life be feeling rn, send prayers

[versias]

So there's a story in Batman: The Brave and The Bold (2023) was "The Tattoo" by Simone di Meo (letters by Carlos Mangual) where Bruce hallucinates having tattoos on his body that represent his rogues and freaks the fuck out about it and that reminded me of soulmate AUs so like

Soulmate!AU, Spirit Halloween: DC doesn't have soulmates but DP does

Bruce woke up with a tattoo.

He didn't know this, of course, because he practically sleep-walked through his morning (okay, afternoon) shower and barely glanced at the mirror while shaving. He pulled on his robe and stumbled into the kitchen for breakfast.

Alfred didn't turn from where he was preparing some kind of puff pastry, but did say, "One moment, Master Bruce, and I will attend you."

Bruce poured himself a coffee and then slumped into the barstool seat at the counter, content to wait for Alfred to finish. He leaned his cheek against his hand and sipped. He must have dozed for a moment because he woke up to Alfred's disgruntled shock.

"Good Lord, Master Bruce, what on earth possessed you to get a tattoo of all things?"

Bruce's eyes shot open, finding his faithful butler's gaze, and following it down to where it landed on his chest. There, above the pectoral muscle, was a mess of black and green and white. He studied it, upside down, trying to make sense of the lines. Some kind of glass sphere depicted in white, outlined in a radioactive green, with points of black in various sizes. Stars? He didn't recognize the configuration. Not a constellation.

Not one from Earth anyway.

"I... didn't."

"You clearly do," Alfred countered.

Bruce nodded, conceding the fact.

Bruce has never gotten a tattoo. He definitely didn't have one before he went to sleep. Neither did he have the opportunity to acquire one in the night. With a calm he didn't quite feel, he stood from the table and made his way down to the Cave, to check the security.

No alerts triggered. He checked the security cameras (Yes, he has cameras in his bedroom. Of course he does) and there was no indication of when it was tattooed on him. He slept like a rock for four hours and then woke up, trudging to the ensuite.

It must have just. Appeared.

It could have been some kind of slow acting chemical agent, he supposed, picked up from one of the criminals he'd encountered in the night. For what purpose and to what end, he didn't know, and it would have had to make it through the armor on the suit.

Unlikely. Not impossible, but unlikely.

He pulled up a contact on his phone. Tapped it. Call went to voicemail.

"Hey Z! It's Bruce! Say, it's been a while since we chatted. If you've got the time, would you like to meet up? Maybe for something to eat? My treat, of course!"

[cornsmash]

Home?

Mohawk!Mark x Male!reader

Word Count: 1164

Author’s Notes: You are essentially a male Eve variant, or you have her powers, whatever is your vice. Me personally I think Mohawk wouldn’t be so sadistic and as violent to someone he “cares” about like some of the other Marks. Don’t get me wrong he’s still an asshole and evil but he’s your evil asshole. Maybe I’ll make a part 2, depends on how people feel.

You sat in your bed as sunlight beamed through your window, the sun slowly descending down the horizon. Staring at it trying to ingrain its beauty into your memory. It was one of the last things left untouched in this world, your home and everything within it was destroyed. And rebuilt into a cheap imitation of what it once was, viltrumite influence was very much present. You rested your head on your arms, a slight breeze came through the window.

You closed your eyes and the memories came flooding back, Mark betraying humanity, the destruction and chaos caused, other viltrumites coming to finish the job. The way Mark looked at you as you confronted him, he had looked so conflicted at you. Your emotions got the better of you, a punch you tried to throw didn’t even connect. As Conquest punched you, causing your body to fly miles away, with him following. Mark had screamed “Wait!” But your body was already miles away.

You had tried your best to fight back against him, configurations of walls, bullets, swords, anything, anything at all to at least keep him distant from you. Yet nothing couldn’t stop the force or mass of this beast.

“Stand down worm” He announced. Your mouth was dripping blood, your lungs felt like they would give out at any minute. Every second you heaved causing hot flashes of pain to flow through your body. One eye was already shut from the bruising and swelling. Your bones creaked as you tried to summon a spear to throw, Conquest just shook his head.

“For being from such an inferior species you lasted much longer than expected…but not good enough”

Before you knew it his fist was coming towards your face, you didn’t even have time to take a step back before all you felt was incomprehensible pain and darkness.

You jumped as you heard Mark enter “Hey sugar tits, the fuck are you looking so depressed for?”

Mark only smirked as you glared at him “Come on, don’t look at me like that, did I do anything wrong?” He asked in a mocking tone.

You sneered, turning your head away from him.

“Be moody all you like, I got you something.”

You jumped and screeched as you felt ice cold metal hit your bare back. “WHAT THE FUCK-“ . You stopped as you turned midway to yell at him, in his hand was a..Pepsi can?

“W- How- How they hell did you get this?” You asked about grabbing the can and inspecting it. The feel of the cold metal and sloshing liquid brought nostalgia. You grimaced as it gave you a familiar sense of a life long ago. Mark had his hands on his hips and a smile as if he did something to be proud of.

“Well I know how much you loved Pepsi and of course miss it. You were a goddamn addict for that shit, surprised you never got cavities” He remarked pulling the sides of your mouth, while you tried to bat them away.

“So I found an old Pepsi factory, had some people do some shit and got it running again. Only for youuu and me..duh” He continued, poking your nose with the tip of his tongue sticking out. You let out a deep sigh as you opened the can and took a sip. Mark stared waiting for your response as you took another sip trying to absorb the flavor. It’d been so long since you last drank soda, so you had to re-remember what it tasted like from a couple of sips.

”It actually tastes the same” You remarked in disbelief. Mark only made a “hmph” sound with a smile. Sitting at the end of your bed, close to your feet. Neither of you said anything as another small breeze wafted through the place. He grabbed your feet from under the blanket and started to rub them. You propped the pillows to sit you up and laid down, sipping on your soda, staring at the window. Mark continued to rub your feet, switching to a different foot after spending time on one. Your legs were never the same, your feet often ached from pain. Walking was something foreign to you now, relying on either flying or a wheelchair to get around.

You flexed your toes and Mark stopped, rising from the bed before pushing your head with his finger.

“Anyways, sugar tits I’m gonna be out for awhile, don’t fuck up your room again, would hate to sedate you..again.” He remarked, his eyes squinting before he turned around and left.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help but feel that he meant it. Looking out your window again the sun only had the tip of it still showing. Only one sip left in the can, you stared into the opening, the darkness within ever blank. One that was ever so familiar to you.

Voices were all around you were swarming and then disappeared, you couldn’t see anything, just darkness, not even the washes of faint color you saw when you closed your eyes were there. Everything burned, your muscles were sore and ached, you could feel scabs that had an insane itch to them. And you couldn’t move, unsure if it was due to your body having been completely broken or something was holding you down. You didn’t care, you wanted out, you needed to move at least one limb. You tried to lift up your arm but sharp pain scattered throughout. A hoarse cry left your throat, your eyes started to water giving some relief through the waves of pain.

Lifting your leg resulted in the same, you took a sharp breath that barely reached your lungs. After a minute of breathing you mustered whatever little strength that was in your body. You kicked your leg up but just as quickly as it rose it was snagged by something. Your ears ring with pain as waves wash through your body, your leg seared and now couldn’t rest laying down. What felt like a liquid soaked your leg, tears now streaming from your eyes. Your mouth was wide open though you were unsure if any sound left it. Then you felt someone hold your leg up, fear flooded your mind.

You tried to resist but your body had no strength so you could only let out cries, you felt a needle prick your skin before you could jump a hand was on your chest. Even with its light touch it was enough to hold you down. Cries still emanated from your mouth as you felt someone release the strap on your leg. As numbness flowed through your body you couldn’t tell what they were doing. Whoever had their hand on your chest removed it and took your hand. A grasp so carefully gentle as they gave air light kisses your knuckles. Slight chokes were the only sound you could produce as you felt your consciousness slipping.

[riddle-me-ri]

a/n: so…trying my hand at something a teeny bit different. this isn't a x reader (even though the temptation of putting my self insert there was incredibly strong), shocking I know, but stick with me…I've always wanted to like…write for a fan version of the Rogues…but I was never close enough with anyone to inquire about doing it(or if i did they were too nervous or werent sure which i totally get)…but I finally got to know a beloved mutual @illustratedartist AANNDDD now we're here lol. I know this is a little different–I hope you guys still enjoy it! 

Context/Image for her Mad Hatter Here (please check out the rest of her art, can't recommend her stuff enough!)

Word Count: 816

Content Warning: brief mentions of mind control, spiked tea, hallucinations

Mutual Made Mad Hatter - A Mad Lonesome Man Named Jervis Tetch

“The sun was shining on the sea,

Shining with all his might:

He did his very best to make

The billows smooth and bright —

And this was odd, because it was

The middle of the night.”

A hushed voice muttered the nonsensical poem softly as the owner of the voice tinkered away at some machinations. 

To any passerby the abandoned warehouse on the docks was just that, abandoned.

Rusted, dilapidated, it’s a miracle the walls are still up–or that the warehouse has any functioning lights…perhaps some homeless folks managed to generate some electricity from a nearby generator…

“The moon was shining sulkily,

Because she thought the sun

Had got no business to be there

After the day was done —

“It’s very rude of him,” she said,

“To come and spoil the fun!”

The man chuckled gleefully as he continued the poem. 

He had them all memorized…they were the only words he could say without stuttering or sputtering like a buffoon. Something he was always conscious about–something that always embarrassed him back when he–he wasn’t like this.

“Do you really think it will work?” 

The man scoffed. “Of course, it will! It’s worked before–”

“Ah, yes, before the Bat showed up anyhow…” To the right side of the man’s work station lounged a purple cat with darker purple stripes down his body. His eyes a bright sky blue, his teeth stained yellow much like the man he was speaking to. 

The man groaned. “That flying rodent just got lucky! He-He…” 

The lanky man slumped in his chair. “He drove my Alice away…now she’s hiding some place! I must find her!” 

Somehow remembering the woman he once knew and was utterly enamored by–he was reinvigorated just as quickly as he was discouraged to continue working. 

“Who's to say she isn’t hiding from you?” The cat’s grin got wider–it didn’t budge when the man slammed his fists on the wooden desk, knocking over tools and microchips to pitter patter all over the floor. 

“She wouldn’t–she wouldn’t! I didn’t frighten her! I wouldn’t harm her–”

“Oh, but you have…you have dear Hatter, scared the poor girl out of her wits…” 

The Hatter angrily waved his hands near the cat’s vicinity–its form quickly dissipated into hazy purple smoke. 

Only to take shape on the Hatter’s shoulder. 

The Cheshire Cat snickered. “LIke a weed I always grow back…”

“Will you please just leave me–” 

“Of course I can, but you have to let me leave…you know I only show up because you want me too…or your mind wants me to…however, it’s never because I want to be here…”

The Hatter brought up his gloved hand, his index and middle finger pinching the bridge of his long sharp crooked nose in frustration. 

“Speaking of here…you certain the other villains that plague Gotham would entertain your…rigged cosmetic configurations?” 

“Even if they don’t…” The man’s eyes furrowed in determination. “They will…I will make them…like I made the others…” 

There was another desk on the other end of the room–vials, beakers and tubes all contained a sort of brown liquid…if not for the contraption it was being held in, some would suspect it was merely tea.

“Many become more…agreeable once they have a sip of tea…”

“Well, if they’re willing to drink from a mad man’s teapot I suppose anything is possible...” The cat mused. 

The Mad Hatter attempted to press on with his work. 

He had to make sure these masks were to the proper proportions of his assigned guests or else the chips won’t affect the brain–besides it’s also not proper to wear a misshapen mask, akin to wearing a hat that’s too big or too small. 

Perhaps if he didn’t entertain the vexing feline it would go away.

There was a beat of silence–the Hatter’s shoulders felt lighter–

“You are an awfully mad lonesome wretch Jervis Tetch…” The cat sat haughtily once more on top of the man’s desk. 

Jervis’ motions stilled but he didn’t retort. 

“But I suppose, if these masks work…you won’t be alone…but your madness will remain.” The cat grinned from ear to ear. 

“After all, what’s a mad city like Gotham without its Mad Hatter?” The feline chuckled. 

Jervis lifted his head up–finally to snap back at the cat–but it was gone as quickly as it materialized. 

The man clenched his fists, his palms likely would have bled if not for his gloves. He was real–he was present…tools on his desk…masks near completion…his spiked tea bubbling warmly by the other wall. 

The air wasn’t suffocating for once, the Cat was truly gone and wouldn’t return until Jervis ran himself ragged once more…or he was going through a particularly harsh mental episode. 

The only thing he had close to a companion (for now) and a figment of the lonesome mad man’s hallucinations.

While it wasn’t ideal, Jervis supposed it would do for now–but he won’t be lonely, not for long. 

[just-some-user-hunny]

Here's the idea what if bastardreader just straight up decided yeah I'm dipping because of this!

It's like her birthday right? And the thing is though she just wants a simple birthday but of course her family goes all out and she feels overwhelmed and the thing is though the thing that breaks the camel's back is the fact that one of the noble ladies has spread of rumor about her being well let's just say w and she did not take that kindly and she decided yeah I'm going to be nice kidding I'm not going to be nice so she just grabs a glass of wine and just straight up dumped it on her I'm just exposes her right there and she just leaves the room because she's just so done!.

So basically how I imagine it though is that she basically gets dressed in a nice black dress and the dress though has like big yet small pearls on her chest like I don't know how to describe it but like it's almost like one of those chest accessories and she wears this nice black shoes such as boots to make it easier for her and basically just at the final touch of pearl the thingy or whatever

And yeah also those are like the gloves for the reader's dress and by the way the reader just decided to just take cannibal and they both just rolled off in the night to go chill together and plus she went to go to her comfort place because it's better than being there so yeah how do you think it would play out and how do you think they react though oh yeah by the way the reader returns basically just walking back to her room and trying to take off the stuff that she got don't worry she ate and she fine and she also has very nice pearl earrings yeah

Daemon was about to do it himself (perhaps nick a bit off the top of her hair, if you catch my drift), but before he can, you take matters into your own hands and he's so proud <3

He's unfazed as he watches the noblewoman shriek and shudder as wine soaks her ornate hair and dress, sputtering and glaring around, hopeful to see the royal family act upon this disgraceful behaviour. (Rhaenyra is pointedly staring at the woman in anger, and Daemon is calmly sipping his wine).

Rhaenyra would probably go after you to comfort you, as Daemon attends to the rude guest who insulted his daughter. Now unlike Daemon, who would've forbidden you going out alone, Rhaenyra is sympathetic. She knows what it's like feeling suffocated, and atop she's feeling a little deflated for overwhelming you. She just wanted everyone to know how adored you are.

Before you can attempt to plead for her to let you leave, she helps clasp your dress up and fix your hair. Speaking softly over your shoulder to not stay out too late, and to take caution with straying too far, all with a softened and anxious smile. Her hands grasp at your arms and stray there for a lingering moment, like she's fighting herself to not let you go- but she does, eventually.

Cannibal is more than happy when he spots you approaching, awakening him from his slumber as you call his name. He lumbers over and lets you clamber on, taking to the skies and the stars, and wherever you see fit for some quiet time. (Cannibal loves quiet time).

Your siblings would be anxious once your mother discreetly announces that you've left, Jace especially is eager to follow and make sure you're under his watchful eye- but his mother forbids him with a single hard look and sympathetic squeeze upon his bicep. As if to tell him to stay put. You'll be back, and much more content.

Daemon and Alicent are the most reactive when you arrive.

Alicent is pale and shaken, smoothing over your wind tussled hair and searching for any injuries or wounds, like a worrisome hen over her chick. Don't do that again, she'll stress, breathing in relief once you're back in the castle safe and in one piece. You may trust your dragon, but she does not. The whole time you were gone she couldn't help but configure all the horrible things that could happen to you out there alone on that monster of a dragon. What if you fell? Into the ocean to drown, or pummeled towards the ground like a stone? She hates that you ride without a saddle on that wild beast. She'll want to see you to bed herself, just to make sure you're alright.

Daemon is... Disappointed. A concerned and stern dad who's just caught his daughter sneaking back into the house at 3am after partying, basically lol

You could have very well found peace in your room. Where you could be kept under watch and protection. Not lumbering off on that old wild dragon of yours. Who's to say you won't try to make a run for it? Then he'll have to go through the hassle of getting you back. It's unlikely he'll sleep at all until you get back, even if you attempt to slither back into the castle at 3-4 in the morning, you'll find waiting by the entrance with crossed arms and a firm look on his face. He may scold you, his voice even and calm and his gaze cold and calculated, but he was worried.

Rhaenyra had to talk him down from trying to follow after you with Caraxes. He would not stop pacing for hours until your return.

As you casually walk back to your room, fixing your wind tussled hair and jewellery, you'll probably get followed back by Jace and Luke (Jace is scolding you whilst Luke tries to hug you)

Whilst Rhaenyra and Alicent trail behind. Both eager to see you to bed, tolerating one another's presence for just a little longer. (The tension would be crazy)

[a66-1]

starving

part 1 | part 2 [you're here!]

Simon x Fem!Insecure!Reader.

finally got the idea for part 2. excited?

me too

TW: Talk of ed's, negative self talk, low self esteem, bad mouthing (from reader to herself, comes with the territory) cursing, self harm. i tried not to be too descriptive with the reader, so EVERY insecure girlie who reads this feels seen.

semi proofread bc who cares

The next morning was exhausting as the last.

You got up early to go running. If you ever have the chance, you run until the sun comes up. You need to stay fit if you want a boyfriend. It was easier when you were on your meds. Almost like you had the will to live those mornings.

You were back at the house around 8 am. You weren't scheduled for work today so... You headed back to bed and really, just slept the day away

You woke up around 5 pm. 5, really? God, you are just some depressed child.

You got out of bed for the second time, and changed into a dress. It was hard seeing yourself in a dress after 2 years. You stopped going out because alcoholism and anti-depressants aren't really two peas in a pod, are they?

Well this is why you quit. You dropped your therapist and your meds because you were better, and your mom stopped helping with the payments, and now you can go back to partying.

Minus the heavy drinking.

Hopefully.

You tear your eyes off yourself. If you stare too long, you'll end up convincing yourself to stay in bed longer. You configure the rest of your outfit, and grab a small black purse. Throwing your phone in it, you leave the house quicky. If you don't, you might properly convince yourself you're just as ugly as you thought..

The drive to the bar was silent, save from the honking cars around you. Fuck, what if this is the wrong idea? I mean the looks everyone will give you, you look so bad and so ugly and god this was such a bad--

You hear a car honk behind you. The light turned green. You lower your head, sighing, and taking a left.

Once at the bar, you slip into one of the seats nearer the back, feeling uncomfortable in the seat. Adjusting your dress down, you cringe while looking around the bar. There's so many pretty women here, and comparatively you are way under them.

You order a drink, sipping on the alcohol for the first time in months. Fuck, your therapist would be losing it if she knew you not only stopped meds but started drinking again...

You rested your head in your palm, watching others interact. Pretty women just have a way with men, a way you've never had. The buzz of the alcohol was enough to make you not question why nobody has interacted with you, other than the bartender. People probably think your such a loser, I mean, who would just sit here and drink--

"Hey. You're, uh.. That girl from yesterday right?" A gruff voice appears behind you. You flinch forward, whipping your head around.

Oh. This guy.

You slowly put your drink down, your palm over the top of it.

"And who are you?" You ask, eyeing the man. He didn't have his mask on. He was... Really cute.

"A customer." He sat next to me, his eyes trained on mine. I felt sort of flushed under his gaze.

Fuckin' small world.

You spent some of the night talking with him. Still don't know his name, or why you ran into him here, but you don't care nonetheless.

You were looking for sex this night but... Is a connection so bad?

Like you could make a connection with someone who is out of your league.

thank god i finished this. 3 drafts later, and im sorry its kinda short. trust part 3 is gonna have the good stuff, this is kinda a filler so it can get to the good stuff.

ily babes...

-a661

taglist:

@i-am-hungry-24-7 @arminarlertssword @haven-1307

[mslanna]

Raphael reacting to waking up to his little mouse tending to his injuries?

(also on AO3) enby Tav without body configuration. comfort, wound tending, too soft for sanity

Hurt. Hope. His.

The last thing Raphael remembered was launching himself at his father as Mephistopheles held Tav between his fingers about to squeeze them in half. The red haze that descended over the cambion blurred everything afterwards.

Pain, he remembered. Shouts. Screams. The smell and taste of blood. And then –

Nothing

Pain remained. In the quiet darkness surrounding him, the pain was still there. But so was a gentle warmth and movements over his skin. Broken? Burning? Something moist touched the side of his face. When he tried to jerk away, pain flared up through his whole body, rendering the attempt futile.

"Ah, look who's coming to!" Haarlep's voice, shrill in the silence and cutting into his skin. "I knew it wouldn't be long once we got to the healing pool."

"Shoo." The sound was soft, gentle and lenient towards the incubus in a way Raphael would not have permitted. But it seemed to work. The ground under him – mattress? – moved and steps receded.

"They were jittery ever since you went down." More soft words falling down on him. Nice. Warm. Safe. Tav?

Raphael tried to pry open his eyes. It hurt. It didn't matter. He had to make certain –

A cool hand settled over his eyes.

"Not yet." There was a decided pause after the last word, as if he had missed a word. "Soon. Let me finish with your face first."

He relaxed. Tav. It had to be. Small hands, deft. Sure. And so gentle on his broken skin. It still hurt. But in a reassuring way. Raphael let them work. The rhythm was soothing, a gentle motion in the ocean of pain that rocked him. He must have dozed off.

A sweet dream piercing through the pain of small hands on his face and soft lips breathing a kiss over his. Raphael tried to reach and hold on but the pain the movement caused woke him. At least he was now able to open his eyes.

Tav knelt at his side. Alive. Whole. Not snapped in half by his father's hand. The relief flooding his system overrode all pain. Raphael reached for their face, and though his hand hung in tatters, Tav didn't flinch back. They accepted the bloody touch, cradled his broken hand and placed it back at his side. Raphael could not look away from the dark red smears on their cheek.

"You need rest." Tav's lips moved but the words reached him only much later. Raphael blinked, aware again of the pains covering his body. "Drink. And sleep."

Tav raised a carafe to his lips. Then she shook their head, amused about something Raphael did not understand. The water disappeared from sigh but that was alright. Tav moved to lay his head in their lap. The repositioning hurt, but it was worth it.

Soft eyes looked down on him. Warm. Safe. His? He tried to reach out again, but Tav wouldn't have it. "Be still," they murmured. "You need to heal. Please."

They looked away at the last word and for the first time, Raphael wondered how badly he was injured. His jaw worked and Tav's fingers alighted on it.

"Please."

Tav reached beside them an raised the carafe again. This time they placed it against his lips and unthinking, Raphael drank. Warm. Cool. Hurt. His? He swallowed the water and pain in one. It earned him a smile. He drank more. Each sip making its way into his stomach felt like pearls of ice and fire.

It probably looked very bad if even this sent his body into a painful healing frenzy.

Tav pushed a strand of his hair back behind his ear. No pain. Good. Welcome. More. He mumbled and water spilled down his throat. Tav shook their head, but not angrily. They put the carafe away and produce a wet cloth with which they carefully wiped down his throat.

Raphael felt his skin prick, move and mend. A short check on his extremities proved that most of them were broken and open in some way. Bandaged badly. Preliminary. Behind Tav's head, he saw the ceiling of the boudoir. Home. Good. Safe. He looked back at Tav who had cleaned out the cloth and worked slowly over his right shoulder.

"You relax now," they said gently. "Leave it to me."

He wanted to, he really did. But a part of his mind wondered where Haarlep had gone and when they'd return and what would happen then. His eyes wandered but didn't get far without turning his head. And the mere attempt hurt.

Cool fingers stroked the side of his neck. "None of that now," Tav murmured. "I promise everything will be well. Just let me work."

Another of those empty pauses reserved for a word that never came. Raphael closed his eyes and let his mind chase the shape of that emptiness. A vain pursuit as the gentle touch of warm water on his chest dragged his thoughts away from anything else. Tav's hands followed the water, caressing healing tissue.

Raphael felt the arms of sleep reach for him and soon they would drag him down into their dark embrace. He fought it. With one thought cropping up in his dazed mind whenever he was about to go under. One thing. Important. Now.

He stirred and once again; gentle hands stilled him.

"I will be here when you wake." A soft smile. Hope.

"Mine?" The word croaked from his lips and splintered.

Tav ran a hand through his hair. Then they placed their cool fingers over his lips again. "Yours."

It was barely a whisper. It was enough.

[greenapricot]

The last place we left off - Chapter 6 - greenapricot - Lewis (TV) [Ao3]

Title: The last place we left off - Chapter 6 Author: greenapricot Fandom: Lewis Characters: Robbie Lewis, James Hathaway, Laura Hobson, Duncan Hunter (epistolarily) Pairing: James Hathaway/Robbie Lewis, Laura Hobson/Robbie Lewis Rating: Mature Word count: 2959 (of ~36k) Chapter: 6 of 10 Warnings: None

After dinner, they end up on the sofa in the same configuration as the night before; James in the corner with Robbie next to him and Laura on Robbie’s other side. Tonight, Laura doesn’t switch on the telly, she curls her legs under her and turns sideways on the cushions, facing them with an expectant look.

“So,” she says, eyebrows raised as she sips her wine.

Despite the conversation he and Robbie had on the path earlier, James isn’t any more prepared to talk about this now than he was last night. He sighs and picks up his glass, gives the wine a couple of swirls, then takes a sip. It is the same delicious local Pinot they had yesterday, bright and fruity but not too sweet. He sighs again.

Robbie rests his hand on James’ leg just above the knee, gives him a squeeze. “Go on, lad.” His tone is gentle, encouraging. James looks down into his glass again and moves a fraction of an inch closer, pressing his thigh to Robbie’s.

“We don’t need anything from you,” Laura says, also gentle, also encouraging, and James is grateful while also wishing he could get himself to spit it out already without needing so much coddling. “This is about what you want. If you want things to stay as they are, that’s fine with us.”

Trouble is, things as they are are already not as they are.

The last place we left off - Chapter 6 on Ao3

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First Snow

Carcar/fluff/900 words/SFW Winter Warmers 2024 Day One Prompt: 🧣 Coffee on a Cold Morning

At first Oscar didn’t really like coffee, always opting for energy drinks to get him through any all-nighters for school projects. It had all changed when he met Carlos who was a friend of a classmate who invited him on a night out. When they had first met Oscar hated him, he came off as condescending and as if by fate they kept running into each other Oscar couldn’t get away and the judge mental look Carlos would give him when he would spot a Monster Energy in Oscar’s hand made him want to throttle Carlos as if he wasn’t a fucking coffee snob. 

   Then one day it was as if it had clicked in Oscar's head he didn’t want to throttle Carlos to get him to shut up. Wait scratch that he did but he also wanted to kiss him quiet which he did end up doing one fateful night after they had gone drinking with the group. Carlos was going on and on about stupid boring golf, it made Oscar down his drink for the courage and plant one on Carlos right there and then not even caring about everyone else's reaction. 

    Ever since that night he had past, every morning he had woken up to find Carlos making a coffee in the morning. Serving Oscar his own cuppa slowly figuring the perfect configuration of sugar and milk to add, it had taken a while but slowly Oscar had started to associate the smell and taste of coffee with love. Carlos had never asked him what he liked serving him a hot espresso the first day and practically forcing Oscar to take a sip of the bitter drink after berating and telling him he was acting like a child not wanting to try new foods, to the point where Oscar had to concede making a face as he drank the whole to prove a point of how much of a grown man he was.  

  Today was like no other as he padded into the kitchenette of Carlos’ flat feeling the cold tile on his feet following the aroma of fresh coffee grounds. It led him to quite the sight Carlos sitting at the table looking out the window almost in a trance, wearing his baggy grey sweatpants and sipping his coffee from a wonky speckled mug  Oscar had gifted him from one of the art electives he had to take at uni. 

“None for me today?” Oscar spoke, breaking Carlos from his trance. Carlos’ face broke into a grin as he patted his lap. 

“Come sit” Carlos said as turned his body towards Oscar, opening his arms and beckoning Oscar to sit. Wrapping his broad arms around him as Oscar got comfortable in his lap bringing the coffee cup to Oscar’s lips. 

 Oscar instantly moved his head back knowing how Carlos took his coffee making a disgusted face at his boyfriend who was breaking routine. 

 “Calma Cariño, when have I steered you wrong, try it please.” Carlos said gently as he raised the cup up again. 

  This time Oscar reached his hands up to take the mug out of Carlos’ hands feeling the hot ceramic heat up his cold hands as he took a tentative sniff of the coffee getting a note of chocolate and he inspected the cup more seeing it milkier than what Carlos usually drank. 

“Hot Chocolate?” Oscar muttered as he finally took a sip tasting the sweet drink, wondering why Carlos was even drinking anything this sweet and milky moaning at the taste but also the warmth that spread in him after being in the chill kitchenette. 

“No a mocha, Amor.” Carlos said as he hugged Oscar resting his chin on the Australian’s Shoulder. 

“Look, the first snow. So I made a special treat mostly for you, I’ll have my espresso soon.” Carlos nodded towards the window. Oscar took it in while it wasn’t a full blanket outside, the grass on the park across the street was dusted in white and he could barely make out the white specks outside the window continuing to fall. 

“So you were just drinking my coffee then? Leaving me your backwash?” Oscar stated as took another sip of the drink while smiling. 

“Joder there is no winning with you is there tio?” Carlos chuckled as he ducked to bite Oscar’s shoulder through his shirt as he wrapped his hands around Oscar's, guiding him to set the coffee on the table in front of them. Slowly standing up and leaving Oscar to sit in the chair cold after losing the warmth of his boyfriend. 

“Mate, what are you doing?” Oscar said with a disgruntled look on his face.

“Finish your drink then we can go to bed and cuddle while we watch a movie” Carlos laughed from the espresso machine preparing his own small cup. 

“No jogging?” the Aussie asked furrowing his brow. 

“No it is too… how do you say.. eh slushie” 

  He wasn’t one to look a gifted horse in the mouth if his boyfriend wanted to break routine Oscar was going to let him. He shivered feeling the cool air ready for a morning in bed and with that Oscar took a big gulp of his coffee wincing as it was still a tad too hot. Looking up at his boyfriend who was returning the stare with the fondest looking in his eyes.

[strangesmallbard]

bg3 characters if they worked at publix/safeway/your grocery store of choice:

karlach: in charge of anything that involves moving heavy objects between locations, but also works produce. LOVES helping old ladies take their groceries to the car; will accidentally abandon the vegetables at least once per shift. (she does apologize to the vegetables.) also is a pallet stacking master in the most haphazard configurations that, somehow, miraculously never fall over. frequently posts her monstrosities on r/publix, alongside a selfie of her giving a cheeky thumbs up.

wyll: store manager, in his second year of a master’s degree in public policy. optimistic like a sword is optimistic. WILL make sure you take your mandated break and will hand out store giftcards for a job well done. does not suffer customers who behave badly. is roommates and longtime best friends with karlach; the energy they exude while together either makes your shift bearable or unbearable, depending.

shadowheart: works the in-store coffee counter. probably should not because she always looks vaguely disgusted, annoyed, or bored. the dark circles under her eyes are always there no matter how many espresso shots she sips. has anonymously complained to corporate about the store’s music choices. every new employee thinks they have a shot with her until she hits them with the 👁️😐 did you need something? 👁️😐 and they slink away, feeling chastised for reasons unknown.

minthara: works the meat and/or fish counter. smokes seventeen packs per mandated break. always smells a little bit like red meat. has the most insane combat stories but it’s completely unclear whether she’s a veteran or just someone who gets into situations on purpose. every 20-something employee is at least mildly obsessed with her whole thing, but she’ll only humor karlach. no one knows where she lives.

lae’zel: 22-year-old grocery team lead. typically works the 5pm-11pm shift, but still obviously runs that shit like a navy seal base. has encyclopedic knowledge of grocery store codes and also lore. during mandated breaks she can be found doing one-armed pushups, argueflirting with shadowheart, or scribbling poetry in a notebook. she’s also the pitcher on her college’s varsity baseball team; everyone shows up to her big games and she fails at not looking overwhelmed by joy every time.

jaheira: beloved customer service manager, knows literally everything and everyone. taught wyll everything he knows about not suffering customers who behave badly. often goes mountain climbing with her scary 39-year-old girlfriend astele who owns the smoke shop next door. sells the best weed you’ll ever smoke in your life.

gale: day shift manager counterpart to lae’zel, postdoc who needs the job to make rent obviously. constantly gives aisle directions for the store location he worked during undergrad and shelves the soup cans all wrong. WILL show you photos of his cat. constantly recognized by his booktube fans (he also streams sims 4 builds of classic sci fi/fantasy book locations). he does wear his own merch underneath the uniform.

halsin: that customer who’s very polite but frequently and inexplicably barefoot. he also teaches woodworking and pottery at the youth center down the road. sometimes brings his regular kids to the store for a field trip and those little bags of cheetos. grows the weed that jaheira sells.

astarion: does not work at the grocery store. he worked at the grocery store for two weeks, during which he showed up late every day, insulted customers, and generally behaved like a cat ripped away from his ball of yarn. he only lasted those two weeks because gale (roommate/situationship) begged wyll to give him another chance in a different department. he still lives with gale while finishing up a law degree and can be found loitering in the grocery store, bitching about The Circumstances with shadowheart.

[froghat1745]

Percy's wiped viciously at the salty tears streaming down his freckled cheeks, he sniffled back the emotion collecting in his throat. Most people would have considered him dramatic, he could hear the faint sound of the boys in the common room telling him to grow a set of bullocks and man up, but Neville, Neville just flashed him a tender smile complete with a set of dimples percy had never noticed before, he passed him a cup of steaming hot chocolate, his soft brown eyes were comfortingly sympathetic.

"Don't worry Percy"

He smiled as he sipped at his own mug. Percy looked down at the mug in his hands, the choclate liquid swirling around inside, the steam fogging you his glasses. Neville noticed his guilt and rested a hand on his back.

"The Bogart lesson is always tough mate"

He assured. Most students saw huge spiders, creepy clowns, and even terrifying death eaters. But percy had seen his father, plain old arthur weasley in his old brown work suit. Percy had always been rather good at spells, there wasn't a charm he couldn't conjure and yet, in that moment, as he locked eyes with his father, the words slipping so easily from his lips, be forgot to utter the 1 word that would save him from shame. He just stood there as professor lupin closed the cabinet and dismissed him back into the configuration of students who now were whispering about how the cocky percy weasleys' greatest fear is his own dad.

"I saw my grandma the first time I tried...

Nearly shat myself where I stood if it weren't for Luna casting the charm for me"

Neville admitted. Percy turned to the boy and spoke, his usually guarded voice was soft and tired.

"Wood must have thought i was a right sissy"

Was all he could muster. Neville shrugged.

"Plenty think I'm a sissy.. only makes me feel more human"

He said. Discarding the cup by his feet. It was true of course, that even percy had once considered shivering little longbottom to be quite girly.

"Professor lupin said I failed and I have to retake the test"

Percy mumbled. He hated failing, it just reminded him that his grades were all he had to show for himself, well his siblings had many talents to rest on.

"Frankly I think you ought to be glad you failed..

It just means you have another chance to face your fears.. grandma says that people rarely get over a fear in one lesson"

He said. The sentiment felt so unfortunate to percy, but he had to admit, for one of Ron's little pals, this kid seemed to mature. Suddenly Neville smirked a smile that only meant bad things.

"I have the perfect way to cheer you up mate... I know where the hufflepuffs stash their special cookies"

He said and stood to depart from the tower, holding out a hand to help percy up.

Something told percy he was in for an interesting night.

[sweetheartsaku]

—ot5 txt ; txt in season

a/n ; [fem!reader] i had a crisis tryna choose the title.. it took me like 46 configurations bc it was either too length-y or i js didnt like it 😭 ANYWAYS ITS A WAVE TO EARTH REFRENCE

delphinium !

yeonjun ; summer

BEACH DATES, loves the idea of just sunbaking (i live in australia and its BAD BAD), enjoys packing stuff with you, when you've fallen asleep under the sun he angles the beach umbrella in a way you don't get burnt, you love the look on girl's faces when you hand him a water bottle after he was messing around at the recreational beach volley.

soobin ; winter

you could never admit it but you LOVE when you feel his warm coat drape around your shoulders, always intertwining his hands with yours and blows warm air on them, watches cheesy rom-coms and shojou animes under the covers in a little fort, you love the warm feeling your stomach (and your heart) has when he takes you to a ramen place.

beomgyu ; summer

laying on the cold floor after long days, interlocking pinkies as the only source of affection, ALWAYS HOGGING THE MOTHERFLIPPIN' FAN JUST TO ANNOY YOU, going to the beach but only for sandcastles and collect seashells to make little jewellery, always takes a sip of your very enjoyable cold beverage, eating ice mukbang is needed on a basis, LATE NIGHT WALKS>>>

taehyun ; spring

chalk art contest!!!, loves seeing you in flowy dresses, takes you to SO MANY FLOWER FARMS, feeding the ducks at your local park, but your highlight of spring HAS to be picking blueberries at the blueberry farm, he absolutely adores the smile on your face while making little pastries with him after, "look at this blueberry! its so dark it kinda looks like your boba eyes, tae..." then gives you the most endearing smile known to mankind.

kai ; autumn

PLEASE TAKE HIM ICE-SKATING ITS SO FUNNY (you kinda feel bad for him when he falls), takes you on dainty little picnics under the amber leaves!!, usually its staying home and being in each others presence, also watching anime together but its at 2am and yall are just giggling to yourselves while watching haikyuu, holds your hand then puts your laced hands in his pocket. <3