#thanks for the response on my last post too

[binmeister]

Thanks mum - weird beginnings

Saja Boys x Fem! Reader

crackfic and fluff to even out all the angst i’ve been plotting, tootin my lil clown horn - extending the Saja Boys x Fem! Reader req with the same title

can be read as platonic or poly - will format better later on (i lie)

AO3 ver here - next »

CW: crackfic, fluff, plotless fluff, plotless crackfic, not proofread

You were unemployed, let go from your last job during a company merger as your position and several other’s were made redundant. You were unbelievably, unequivocally, absolutely fucked.

To put it lightly at least.

You groan out loud, another failed interview and another email telling you that although they liked you, a better candidate was selected for the position. It’s been like this for weeks now and you’re not sure what to do at this point.

You should tell your friends or even family, ask for an in at any of their work places if there’s vacancy. But there’s too much shame attached to asking for help.

Thankfully you had enough saved away in emergency funds to stay at your cheap little one room apartment for a reasonable amount of time, but it’d still be better to have a stream of income to make sure that it doesn’t disappear on you as well. Because you’re getting steadily more unconfident with each rejection email sent your way.

You refresh the site again, and again, and again until any new listing you haven’t applied to shows up. Then suddenly a new post a mere 5 seconds old.

Talent manager

Skills required: Time management, communications, able to work under pressure-

The generic template of a shitty paid job, but then you saw the salary listed and immediately started entering your résumé and contact details. That number you saw was the equivalent of your last three job’s combined into one, even if it was some shitty scam, it never hurts to apply!

You just didn’t expect such a quick response from whoever the employer was. Your phone ringing instantaneously after you’d finished submitting your application.

Your eyes briefly glance at the time on your laptop before you hesitantly pick up the call, a little miffed for a midnight call back.

“Hello?” The man’s voice is smooth as he offers an unsure greeting followed by your name and checking if you were the one who had just applied for the manager position.

“Hi, this is her.” You offer back, tone chipper as you lather on your faux professional persona.

“Ah great, sorry to catch you off guard. We’re in urgent need of a manager so admittedly we’re a little eager on our end.” He tries to reason, giving a friendly chuckle alongside his words.

“Oh no worries, totally understandable.” You reply even though alarm bells are screaming in your head. How urgent is it to warrant a late night call.

The conversation continues on in a fairly professional manner, he asks for your availability the next day to go over the contract in person and reassures you multiple times that the salary listed was not a typo. They were just extremely desperate.

“Oh, I forgot to give you my name - I’m Jinu.” He finally adds on towards the tail end of your conversation. He’s.. friendly and charming in a disarming way.

The kind of guy that could sell you multiple shitty pyramid schemes before you catch on and he’s already run off with your savings. But you have to admit, he does sound good.

He was convincing enough and you were desperate enough for the job that you actually show up to the designated location with your purse hanging loosely off your shoulder. Some small restaurant with a private booth, more casual than you were expecting but you’d take it over going to some secluded building in the middle of no where.

You just didn’t expect for more than one man to be there.

You pause momentarily in your steps, questioning whether or not to turn around and leave but it’s too late. You made eye contact with the bulkier one with the pink-purple hair and you did not want to be manhandled if he was capable of it, but you’re thrown for a loop when he grins up at you instead.

“Hi.” He mouths to you, giving you a little wave and you awkwardly push forward with a little wave back.

There’s three men seated at the table, the aforementioned muscle head with a tight fitted black t-shirt, a pretty boy with dark brown - nearly black hair in t-shirt with a button up half done on top of it and finally a guy in a comfy looking sweater with a pastel mop on his head that you were certain he could not see through. Or you thought so until he lifted a hand in greeting and smiled.

You slide into the seat across from them, a small greeting thrown out as you try not to curl up into a ball and cry because it’s scary how pretty they all are.

“Hey, I’m Jinu - we spoke on the phone last night.” The pretty boy sandwiched in between the other two greets, offering a hand for you to shake which you do so stiffly with a plastered smile on your face.

“Nice to meet you.” You offer out, wondering if the other two would introduce themselves but they simply don’t. They just keep staring at you.

Is this a set up?

Jinu’s carrying the conversation, surprisingly professional and he also didn’t bother to introduce the other two. It’s making you question whether or not this actually was a set up. The way he talks is smooth, practiced, definitely a swindler or a playboy.

But then he stutters on a word and you see his soul leave his body as the two beside him start snickering.

You’re struggling not to laugh, it doesn’t help that Jinu’s face is progressively getting redder as he breaks eye contact with you to take a deep breath before he restarts his sentence. Maybe he wasn’t as much of a playboy as you initially thought.

“Um.. anyway we can uh, we can pay you right away. If that’s any concern.” He starts again, his smile a lot less confident now and you felt your guard drop.

“I’d love to take a look at the contract if that’s alright? You mentioned that you’d bring a copy.” You try to stay professional, try but then you see the way mophead is fiddling with his fingers on the table and looking around like a child who’s lost interest meanwhile muscle head is blowing bubbles into his drink.

“Right, yeah that makes sense.” Jinu mumbles as he shifts to pull out a few sheets of paper from his bag under the table. That’s what you thought at least but on Jinu’s end he had just conjured up the sheets out of thin air.

“Here you are.” He says before sliding the sheets over for you to look at. Your brows furrow as you blink rapidly.

Did the paper just flash pink?

Naaah. Maybe you’re just tired.

“Huh.. it says here that you’ll be providing housing?” You’re skimming the contents, a finger tracing the page as you take in the various bits and pieces of information. “I just want to clarify, the position only mentioned talent manager but what exactly is that entailing?”

Jinu’s stiff as you ask that question, cursing himself because of course they didn’t put that information onto the website. They just picked the template that made the most sense and prayed that someone would apply.

“We’re idols so uh, an idol manager..?” He offers you, sheepish grin on his face as you stare blankly at him.

“..you.. you’re idols.. without a manager?” You slowly say aloud.

When you word it like that it makes Jinu cringe a little because okay, yeah, maybe he should have gotten a manager from the get go but he didn’t think that far ahead. He thought being an idol would be easy. Then he had to sort out all the annoying scheduling and organising and having to keep the guys in line - he signed up to be an idol and accidentally became a single dad.

“How the hell have you been getting yourselves sorted?” You question, narrowing your eyes because from what you understood of the industry - idols have little to no hands on contact with any of the organisational side of things. They’re supposed to sit pretty, sing a little, dance a little and primarily be the face of a brand - someone else would be responsible for everything else.

“…we haven’t been.” Mophead speaks out suddenly and you’re surprised by his soft voice.

“Oh no, we’ve been fucking around and finding out.” Muscle head grins at you as he says it, like he’s proud of himself.

“I suddenly understand why the salary you listed was so high.” You bluntly comment as you make eye contact with Jinu again.

You sigh as you glance back down at the contract, nothing necessarily seemed out of line and realistically it seemed you could back out if it became too much. And the money is pretty enticing.

“I look forward to working with you.” You say calmly, pulling a pen from your purse and signing your name at the bottom of the contract.

If it’s a shit show at least you’ll get paid for it, and maybe get a good story out of it. Your eyes meet Jinu’s and you’re trying not to laugh at the way he’s staring at you like you were a saint sent directly from heaven.

You expected a shit show but you weren’t expecting this much of a shitshow.

The two floor penthouse that you would soon be moving into was relatively clean, aside from the mountains of laundry thrown messily everywhere and so many empty cans and take out boxes littered the house. This was clearly the 7th level of hell - a house full of messy men.

“Are you actually kidding me-” You’re pulled out of your stupor by Jinu, who looks just as shocked as you do.

“I left you guys alone for two hours, two. How the fuck did you manage to do this.” He’s busying himself with cleaning up immediately, muttering curses under his breath as he does so.

That was at least a tiny bit reassuring that not all of them are pigs.

“Fuckin- Sorry I, I haven’t been professional at all today, I’m so sorry.” He briefly glances over his shoulder at you, apologetic expression on his face as he continues to huff and clean up the mess left by the others.

Mystery - you learnt his name as well as Abby’s on the way back to their apartment, is quick to follow suit in picking up cans and tidying things up as well. Abby also shifts from beside you to start folding up clothes and neatening things up, he’s surprisingly quick and efficient with laundry folding.

“It’s fine, I don’t mind talking casually.” You shrug and offer up a small smile, before you also start to help up with tidying things up.

You wonder how many others must be in the group for a mess of this size, surely they must be a decently sized boy group. Maybe 8? Maybe a total of 10 even given how much stuff was piled up.

You were so off the mark that you’re wondering if maybe the entirety of last night and today were just part of a never-ending fever dream.

“Baby, I told you to toss food in the bin when you’re done eating.” Baby? What the fuck kind of name is Baby.

“Romance, I told you to put the laundry away when it’s done. This is not putting it away, this is throwing it everywhere.” Romance?

It’s finally dawning on you that literally only two people out of the five member boy band have normal sounding names.

“But I like watching Abs’ fold the laundry like the male wife he is.” ‘Romance’ sighs out dreamily, blowing a kiss in Abby’s direction only to have Abby flip him off in reply.

Make that one member with a normal name.

“Who’s she?” A low voice questions and you pause as you turn towards the kitchen, there’s a guy with the exact definition of a baby-face looking at you with the smallest glimpse of curiosity. He’s sat on a bar stool but his upper body is practically draped over the kitchen island like a cat liquifying itself on a cat tree.

“Manager.” Abby states plainly, you wave at Baby after he says it.

“Oh.” Baby says, then suddenly he’s smirking at you. “You’re gonna hate us.”

This fever dream is getting stressful.

“Let’s not scare off the manager on day one, please.” Jinu sounds exhausted and you honestly feel a little bad for him.

You’ve vaguely heard the horror stories that leaders of idol groups have to go through because they have to not only have to make sure they’re perfect, but they also have to make sure the rest of the group is perfect for the cameras too.

“You’re gonna be an adorable little manager.” Romance is suddenly near you, leaning over you and getting into your space.

You narrow your eyes at him.

“Cut the shit.” Your abrupt statement makes him freeze.

“Hah.. what do you mean, cutie?” He’s trying to put up that flirty persona again, that one that you know is fake.

“There’s no cameras, you can drop the act.” You state plainly and step away from him, moving yourself to be closer to Jinu and Abby because they suddenly look like the safest options out of the ones you currently have.

“I’m so glad you applied.” Jinu sighs out as he drops onto the couch and melts into the seat.

Abby chuckles and then he looks down at you, it makes you pause as you register just how tall and wide he actually is. He’s.. really built like a double door refrigerator - a compliment truly.

“Do you want me to show you where you’d be staying?” He offers up and you nod at him.

“You’ll have a good chunk of space to yourself, just in case you’re worried bout us being annoying.” Jinu calls out as he covers his eyes with an arm, clearly about to indulge in a nap based on the small yawn he lets out.

Abby is polite enough to give you a general tour, pointing at the hall way you had walked in from and mentioning that there’s one bedroom and a bathroom in this hallway but most of the other bedrooms and living spaces were either on the second floor or around the corner.

He gives you a general run down on who’s room is where, bathrooms, where they store stuff, then soon enough he’s lead you up stairs and into a quieter hall way where there’s a few doors left open.

“Bedroom, small office, your personal bathroom.” As he points to each door and lets you know what they are.

“Wow, basically an apartment to myself here.” You joke as you step forward and peek your head into what would soon be your room.

You just didn’t expect to make eye contact with something.

A very big and fuzzy something.

There’s a large and very chunky fuzzy tiger laying on it’s back in the middle of the room, eyes meeting yours before it’s rolling onto it’s belly and curiously walking up. Abby’s standing jaw dropped behind you and is currently running through 9 different emergency scenarios in his head that Jinu was rambling about how important it was that the manager didn’t know they may or may not be not human.

“Oh you’re so fuzzy.” You’re gushing out as the tiger walks up and starts rubbing against you, you can’t resist reaching out and scratching at it’s massive head. That second of fear had been replaced with cuteness aggression with the way this massive kitty is purring and rubbing it’s big dopey head against your legs for attention.

Soon it’s knocking you onto your butt as it keeps rubbing against you, head nuzzling your face as you continue to give it scritches.

“This is a crazy dream, can’t wait to wake up.” You mumble to yourself and Abby stares at you nervously.

“Haha yeah, crazy dream.” He stammers, “Totally not like we’re demons or anything.”

Fuck, why did all of his stat points go into strength instead of charisma or intelligence.

“Hah, that’s crazy, demons.” You laugh.

Demons, what a crazy concept.

Demons?

Your head whips around to stare up at Abby as he sheepishly avoids eye contact, the tiger is still trying to rub against you for attention but you whisper a small ‘sorry kitty’ to it as you get to your feet.

“Jinu!”

Jinu’s eyes blearily blink back open, he had yet to actually fall asleep but he did heavily consider it. He sighed as he vaguely kept track of where you and Abby were at, using his senses to make sure that nothing bad would happen to you because he really needed the help when it came to handling the group.

“Jinu!”

He snaps up at that, not expecting your combined voices to shout his name and he’s dashing upstairs to where you’re located. He lets out a breath of relief as he sees that you guys are alright, you, Abby, and his tiger Derpy.

His- his tiger Derpy?

“Fuck.” He cusses out as he looks from you, to the tiger that’s trying to get your attention, to Abby who looks like he said something he shouldn’t have.

“Demons?” You hiss out at him as you try to ignore the fluffy tiger desperately trying to get more head scritches and you’re struggling to ignore it. It just wants love!

“You told her?” Jinu exasperatedly asks Abby.

“I did not actually.” Abby tries to defend himself.

“You literally did.” You turn to glare at the buffer demon.

“Okay I may have let it slip.” He relents.

You want to start an argument, complain about false advertisement because now you’re extremely out of your element. You went from assuming you would be a hiring manager, to an idol manager, to a demon idol manager.

“I’ll pay you double what we offered.” Jinu states after taking a second to close his eyes and calm his nerves.

“Sold.” You reply instantaneously.

“Don’t judge me, I like money.” You mumble as they both stare at you with bewildered looks.

“You can’t quit.” Jinu suddenly tacts on, you narrow your eyes at him and he quirks a smile at you. “You did sign a contract with a demon.”

“..you’re lucky you’re a pretty demon.” You grumble at him and Jinu’s smile widens at that.

“Sooo.. new roomie?” Abby asks as he spares a glance to Jinu before focussing his attention back to you.

You just nod at him before finally letting your fingers go back to scratching at the tiger’s big head, unable to stop yourself from coo-ing down at the massive furball. At least you have a furbaby to look forward to living with, and some demons to liven up your life but mostly a big fuzzy cat.

[noodledrawsandstuff]

I didn't actually want to make a post about this originally, but since it's only gotten worse since I called it out, I feel like this is necessary to say.

(Long post - tw for harassment, death threats, bullying, chronically online stuff honestly, also personal stuff on my end)

So I've been dealing with hate comments off-and-on for a while now. It started with one guy on discord being mad that I drew Kid fat. It was just something I joked about with my friends, I drew mpreg Kid as a joke response.

Then I started getting anon hate on here. I didn't really care, if anything it was just content lol. The "anti-mpreg" anons went away for a little bit eventually.

As of yesterday, I received an influx of hate messages on discord from people impersonating accounts that I follow here. (I don't want to show the names, even if they are fake)

I told my friends, and blocked all the accounts. I can't thank my friend Pyro enough for telling as many of the people involved as he could. I also got in touch with some of them, I knew it wasn't them but its still good to get everything cleared up.

Then, I woke up today to even more accounts pretending to be other people, and I found out that they were now targeting Pyro too.

Every hour, I have received more anon asks here, new accounts trying to trick me. Even though I blocked them, they make new ones very quickly.

I don't want to go in depth on the effect this has on me, these people will just get what they want. But having to deal with this on a constant basis, knowing my friends are being targeted simply because they associate with me, is incredibly taxing.

I've been bullied by fucking everyone all my life, online and in real life. I've been bullied out of multiple fandoms in the past. So part of me knows this is just par for the course. I know how deep comments like this and death threats can cut you, because I have been in such a dark place that I have considered taking those actions before. Luckily, I know that I have amazing friends who I can fall back on that will help me.

99% of the time, the OP fandom is the best I've been in. It's the first time I've felt accepted by a community, no one tried to chase me out for any reason. I've met so many people that I cherish dearly. Hell, I can say that One Piece is the reason I'm still here.

Again, I don't want to get deep into this, I just felt like saying that. I'm eternally grateful for all of you 💙

I hope these people grow up soon. I know this post won't stop the hate, it will encourage it, if anything, but I wanted people to be aware. It saddens me that this is such a prevalent problem in this community.

Impersonating people is pathetic - doing it to harass and send death threats to someone is sick. Especially over something as petty as fan art. Leave small creators alone.

That's all I wanted to say for now - hopefully for the last time. Thanks for reading, oodles 💙

[shivunin]

The Siren's Call

For day 2 of @dragonagekissweek: Tavern. Here is some Isabela and Arianwen saying goodbye post-threesome c:

(Warden Tabris/Isabela (and background Zevran) | 840 Words | No CW)

“I will seek our friends at the bar,” Zevran said, lips close to Arianwen’s ear, hand firm at her waist. “Do try not to have too much fun without me.”

He vanished almost immediately, slipping into the crowd with an ease that reminded her that he had been, for most of his life, a successful assassin. She hadn’t even tried to think up some sort of response; she felt drunk, though she hadn’t touched a drop of alcohol since they’d left the Pearl for Isabela’s ship. 

“Now, then, sweetness,” Isabela said as he vanished. 

She tapped Wen’s collarbone, finger lingering for just a moment on the skin over the bone. Wen suppressed the urge to shiver at the touch. It was difficult not to remember the numerous other places she’d touched Wen with that finger. Like the ripples in still water when a rock was tossed carelessly into it, it was as if the echoes of those other caresses spread through Wen from the point where skin touched skin. 

“I am dreadfully glad we had the chance to get to know each other better,” Isabela went on, leaning close and purring the words so smoothly that Wen almost forgot there were other people milling around them in the bar. “I hope you will put the…moves I’ve shown you to good use.”

Wen did not swear by the Maker readily, for she had long since given up believing in him. Still, she found herself thinking Maker then, as if any such creature would be willing to offer her some grace in this particular moment. 

“Yes,” she said stiffly instead, trying not to press herself closer. “Thank you.” 

It was entirely beyond her how Zevran and Isabela found this so easy. It had been beyond her when Zevran had kissed her for the first time and it remained painfully opaque to her now, though she had just spent some hours tangled between the two of them. 

Would it be the right thing to kiss her again now? She could not say if such an act would be welcome or strange. The unease warred with lingering desire, though she tried to swallow both down and push the dueling urges away. 

Isabela laughed. 

“You’re welcome in my cabin anytime,” she said, tracing some buckle or strap on Wen’s chest. She would have sworn she felt the touch on her bare skin, for all that there were several layers of cloth and leather between them. “With or without or dear friend—though of course I am always pleased to see Zevran again. He is so very thorough.”

He had been, Wen thought, eyes trained on Isabela’s full mouth as a hawk’s might be fixed on its quarry. She might have expected that involving another partner might have left one of them neglected or waiting, but the experience had been entirely the opposite. None of them had gone wanting, not for a moment.

Wen had never sought a great deal of attention, but she had received plenty this afternoon. 

“Thank you,” she croaked, and pressed her lips together as hard as she could. 

Isabela stepped back, still smiling. The smile did not quite reach her eyes.

“Take care, Warden,” she said. She took another step back. 

Still within range. Wen felt the snare in which she'd caught her control snap, and in a moment she was moving, stepping closer to the pirate and dipping her head once more. Isabela’s lips were softer than Zevran’s, softer than Wen’s, and she kissed them as thoroughly as she could manage for as long as seemed reasonable. She pulled away at last only because a passerby whistled at the two of them. Somehow, her hands had gotten wrapped around the other woman’s waist, had found the narrow strip of skin bared there. 

“Drunk” didn’t quite cover it. Tabris felt saturated in wanting, robbed of her characteristic wariness. When she tore herself away, it was not without hunger, and she could not help licking her lips to taste Isabela’s mouth one more time. 

“Next time,” she said, because she still couldn’t think of better words.

“Next time,” Isabela echoed. 

The smile reached her eyes this time as she stepped back, gestured to her first mate, and strode back through the door of the Pearl and onto the streets of Denerim. 

Wen exhaled slowly, shook out her tingling hands, and turned as her friends approached. 

“Are you finished or do we have to wait here for another few hours?” Alistair asked, a frown creasing his forehead. 

Wen snorted. 

“Finished,” she said, and nodded to the still-open door. “We have business to do.”

A muttered comment followed—something about her having done plenty of business already—but Arianwen ignored it. She was too busy brushing her fingers over her lips and thinking that she ought to get on with ending the Blight if she wanted to see Isabela again. 

The light, when they left the building, was blinding in its brilliance. It almost made the grime and neglect of the streets seem beautiful.

[marvelous-goose]

dragon age kiss week: morning

featuring my darling gwen trevelyan & blackwall, also posted to ao3 here

The first rays of the sunrise peeked through the curtains as Thom Rainier awoke. It was warm under the thick layer of blankets, a blessed shield against the chill of winter that had already begun to seep into the house. The fire in the hearth had all but died out in the night. He knew that one of them ought to get up and stoke the fire, but Gwen had tucked their face into the crook of his right shoulder at some point in the night, and he simply would not disturb their peace. Their long blue-black hair was splayed across their face, mussed and tangled, and he could feel the soft tickle of their breath against his skin. He lay his head back down on the pillow facing Gwen, gently tucking their head beneath his bearded chin; the pair fit together like two halves of a stone cracked in half, and holding them in his arms was the most natural thing Thom had ever done. The fire could wait.

It was only a few minutes later when Gwen shifted, hiked one leg over one of Thom’s and an arm over his chest to pull themselves in closer to him, as if they could burrow under his skin to keep warm. He wormed his right arm beneath them to pull them closer still, their soft frame half-atop him in a lazy sort of embrace. “You know,” he said, quiet, “one of us will need to get up soon. The fire’s almost gone out.”

They groaned blearily into his chest. “Is it my turn?”

“Only if you want it to be,” he replied.

“That means it’s my turn, doesn’t it.”

He shrugged. “Perhaps. But I wouldn’t mind doing it for you.” He reached up to play with a lock of their hair and pressed a kiss to the top of their head, breathing in the smell of their scalp, indescribable and uniquely Gwen.

They sighed, shaking off the last remnants of sleep. “No, it’s fine. Only fair, right?”

“Well, you’re the one who saved the world and all,” he pointed out. “I think you’ve done more than enough for me.”

“Right. And you just stood slack-jawed on the sidelines, like a buffoon.” They brought their one remaining hand up to rest on Thom’s chest and placed their chin atop it, giving him a coy smile. They still wouldn’t let him thank them for giving him his freedom.

He chuckled. “I suppose I did, for some of it. Hard not to watch when you’re dazzling enemies on the battlefield—or politicians in a ballroom.”

“I couldn’t have done any of it without you and you know it—if nothing else, you kept me from going insane,” they said, halfway between teasing and serious. “Now, I really don’t want the room getting any colder.” They sat up and fished around on their side of the bed, looking for the flannel shirt and pants they’d shimmied out of not long after getting into bed. Thom wasn’t lying; it was hard not to stare, especially at the Inquisitor themselves, half-naked and sleep-rumpled. Hard not to let his eyes wander across their battle-scarred arms and torso, or down to the thin horizontal scars across their chest, a trophy from a different kind of battle. In their armor, they had always carried themselves with an intimidating poise, their face a mask carved from stone—but in the wan morning light, they were nothing but themselves, and all the more beautiful for it.

Gwen deftly pulled on their clothes, braced themselves, and slipped out of bed with a hiss. “Fucking cold!”

Thom let out a loud belly laugh that filled the room, and Gwen tried to give him a dirty look in response, but there was too much fondness in their eyes to truly sell the bit. They darted across the room, grabbed the poker, and stabbed it into the embers a few times before taking a log from the pile next to the fireplace and laying it atop the slowly-revitalizing flames. Once the fire began to catch, they hurried back towards the bed, where Thom sat up waiting for them.

Gwen crawled under the covers and beelined for Thom, climbing on top of his lap and pressing their cold hand against his skin—both to warm themselves back up, and to hear his yelp of surprise. “That’s what you get for laughing at me,” they said with a wry little grin.

“Is that so?” He grabbed Gwen by the waist and flipped the pair of them—and it was their turn to yelp in surprise, albeit with a playful grin, flat on their back beneath Thom’s solid chest and framed by his muscular arms.

“Oh no, who is this strange man? I can’t quite remember his name,” they quipped, extricating their arms from Thom’s loose hold and wrapping one around his neck. “Remind me, darling—was it Blue-floor?”

He brought a hand to cup their jaw, then, trailing calloused fingers along the soft skin of their neck. “You’re ridiculous,” he replied, too sappy to truly tease them back.

They tangled their fingers in his hair and dragged him down into a searing kiss, scratching at the nape of his neck with their fingernails as their lips moved against his. He groaned and licked into their mouth eagerly, wanting more—and truly allowing himself to want it without that lingering guilt coming back to haunt him. The realization struck him; he would never be truly rid of his past, nor would he want to be rid of it, but somewhere along the line, the weight of it had become easier to bear.

Gwen’s hand drifted down his shoulder and across his chest, playing with the thick carpet of dark hair that covered it. “Of course I’m ridiculous. What else would I be?” They murmured against his cheek.

“I don’t know, and I never want to find out,” he replied.

The sun continued to rise just beyond the curtains of their bedroom upon city streets carpeted in white—the first snow of winter. When Gwen and Thom eventually got up and out of bed, they would be delighted; but in that early morning, their world spanned the four walls of their room, and it was more than enough for both of them.

[mintypsii]

guys i love them i promise i just have the urge to put them through the grinder sometimes

umm on the bright side here's the alternate good ending version lol!!!!!

[applysome]

You’ve Always Been Here

Chapter Six - I Need You

Pairing: Miles Kane/Alex Turner

Rating: Explicit (... yes)

Word Count: 11,253

Tags: Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Mutual Pining, Second Chance Romance, Regret, Unresolved Romantic Tension, Smut, Praise Kink, Happy Ending, Cute, Sharing a Bed, Pining, The Car era Alex, One Man Band era Miles, Longing, Feelings, Maxie has more brain cells than Miles and Alex combined, Second half of the story has been beta read - we’re no longer floundering

Chapter Summary: Miles reaches boiling point with Alex - will Maxie be able to save the day?

The final chapter is here! This was supposed to be a short comfort fic that probably wouldn't get posted, to help me work through some personal stuff. But of course it ended up growing to over 45k words, which isn't surprising when I start writing about feelings 🙈

Not only is it the longest thing I've ever written and finished, it's been with me all through my recovery so it holds a special place in my heart 💖

It might also be the best thing I've ever written...

Huge thanks to @uhbasicallyjustmilex for being a wonderful beta that corrects a million stupid mistakes, suggesting I write this kind of fic in the first place to work through some stuff and for being an all around amazing person – you have my endless gratitude 💜

As always, comments mean the absolute world if you would like to leave one ✨ (but there is absolutely no obligation, reading and enjoying is more than enough! 🌈)

Anyway, enough waffle – the link is up there if you want to read!

If you do, I hope you enjoy 💜

[gomzdrawfr]

Gomz .................... I bring you good health and a good soup. The kind of soup you drink and feel like you could take on a dark souls boss in two hits. Trust, drink the soup 🍲🍲🍲

Anyway what's your favorite drawing you made of each of your OCs ? Totally not an excuse to see your OCs nooooo no no

Take care <3

Nekros….I love soup…thank you for the soup…i drink i glug…

I unfortunately have not drawn enough of Viktor, B6 and Fish 😂 so I’ll only show Jelly and like, 90% Raven HAHA

Jelly one’s probably this!

Raven…here’s a list haha this ask did made me realize I dont draw her in colors enough tho😫

Color ones…I still really like the first one with the pose, the atmosphere, the sheer energy captured, would pat past Gomz on her back. Ofc the lastest cny art is also my fav. Camping and Raven fishing will always be my fav, I think I tried attempting like a comic style background here. Last one is crows! Which fun fact, 141 as crows was the first fanart I ever created and posted on my twitter 😂 I think on tumblr it was a poorly drawn Price in a pink cat beanie with stickers on his face

Doodles…oh man i loveeeee kitty!Raven, my comfort doodles of all time, on par with just hugs related doodles.

[wpmz]

a little ramble about the "ralsei is kris's old horn headband" theory (and why i don't think it's true):

i think the biggest issue i have with it/piece of evidence against it is the darkners are shown to have some memory of when they're objects. for example, chapter 1 darkners like seam and the spade king talk about being abandoned by the lightners, i.e. being left in the abandoned classroom, sweet cap'n cakes talk about what queen was like before the fountain showed up in their shop dialogue, in the spamton sweepstakes twitter qna it's implied that spamton knows noelle because she would always check her spam email despite this being well before the chapter 2 dark fountain could have been created, and there's probably others that i'm not thinking of off the top of my head.

so keeping all that in mind, if ralsei were the headband i feel like there would be some implication of him recognizing kris or at least having known lightners previously, but instead he talks about never having had friends before and waiting his whole life in castle town for the heroes in the prophecy to show up. this would only really make sense to me if he spent all his time as an object in the supply closet, or what feels more likely to me, that he is purely darkness, purely imagination, and not tied to an object at all.

i guess you could say that maybe ralsei forgot or lost his memories, or was told by someone else that he has to keep his identity a secret, but to me there just currently isn't enough evidence for why that would be the case, at least compared to what feels like the simpler explanation that being an object just might not apply to him, in the same way that turning to stone doesn't apply to him or being able to travel to other dark worlds does. ralsei is more different from the other darkners than he is similar in a lot of regards, and i think it would make sense for there to be a slightly deeper explanation for that than simply the fact that he's from the castle town fountain.

of course none of this explains why he's implied to look like asriel, which i think is the question most easily answered by the theory that ralsei is the headband. my best guess right now would be that it has something to do with connecting him to kris who is in turn connected with the player, but honestly i don't have much in terms of ideas on this one, at least until we possibly learn more about how ralsei or castle town even came to exist in the first place.

and of course, all of that said, this is all still just a theory and maybe i'm wrong! even while typing this up and thinking of possible counterarguments i've considered things i didn't think of before, and i do think it's a cute headcanon and it'd be fun if it did somehow end up being true, even if i don't think it's the most likely explanation at this point.

[dafpork]

I KEEP MAKING VARIATIONS OF THE SAME POST LOL this is just important to me to stress. and i wanna beat it into my head. BUT i’m really trying to make an effort to be more proud and comfortable and Free in using this account and less like a neurotic prey animal.. more “congrats you’ve stumbled on my secret club let’s have fun im glad you’re here” and less “here is my secret shame corner. sorry you had to see that Gary”. i’ve been thinking a lot lately about how my own attitudes can rub off on or influence other people, for better or worse, and i don’t want people to feel like engaging in dafpork Stuff is something to be ashamed of! i want more people to experience the joy of it! and i’m not gonna do that by following every post with how embarrassed i am and how cringey i am because what does that say to people who are curious about them! i like to rag on how these guys playfully embarrass me and that Porky needs a restraining order against Daffy, but these guys are deeply deeply important to me and a very intrinsic part of my identity, and i don’t want people to have this accidentally negative impression of them, or absorb my weird neuroses by proxy…

i wish i could be even louder and prouder about them due to circumstances i’ve mentioned before, but i sort of want this little side log to be just.. a fun bonus! a fun little bonus of art and love and fun for these characters and love for the people who love them, and less of a shame corner that i need to haphazardly stuff everything into. i wanna stop holding back and really just put the full potential that i know i have into my art and writing and musings and postings of these guys… because i want others to do the same!

so, yay! take this as a sign if you’ve been looking for a similar reprieve! i love these guys immensely and hiding or discounting how much i do love them completely defeats the purpose of this blog. Pig and Duck Summer (and fall, and winter, and spring, and so on)

[javierduffy]

stuff

[vhvrs]

so many hcs for viktor feel like hcs for akechi i either was kinda too nervous to talk abt or were things i only talked abt privately... grateful i had that springboard to finally just go for it on a character i wasnt totally embarrassed to talk abt like that so when i did get back to akechi, i lost any of the shame holding me back. sorry viktor u become akechi but worse thru me tho.

[dustylovelyrun]

hi, how've you been! How's been creating and writing going?

The temptation for dramatics. I really, truly wanted to be dramatic. To state something along the lines of how utterly awful writing has been, in how words have become the delusions of a mind newly rendered half mad and trapped within the gnarling, twisted vestiges of a very bittersweet history, but. It never does seem to translate well online, does it? Being dramatic without warning. But it does significantly take away from the joys of dramatics to provide warning, doesn't it? Sad thing, that is.

Without dramatics, I can say that the reason my presence initially is / was so sparse around 2022-onwards is because of the aftermath of long-covid. You know. The brain damage thing. It directly impacted any pre-existing ability that I had to think or say two sentences and to successfully follow the train of thought that was connecting them, let alone to formulate an idea, write it, or have any tolerance as to the feeble shadowed results of what I wanted and previously could have put on a page. It elicited some very helpless and sad feelings, so, as I do, I ran. Nowadays, it has somewhat improved, but I'm still mostly at a point where I can only formulate messy outlines and get a very rare piece that seems to turn out alright. I'm also in a belated educational attempt to reattain, as an adult, everything I missed out when I went and dropped out at fourteen; the writing exercises natural to that and the NZ curriculum have oddly aided in reclaiming some of that, in my paralysing terror of attaining a bad grade, but. It eats up time. I'm still very much warring with what's occurred mentally, and am uncertain if my time as a contributor here just. Ended, frankly, far sooner than I had ever thought to suspect, or if I'll eventually manage to adapt and relearn in an extraordinarily painful length of time.

But frankly, being able to witness the enthralling, indescribable and so utterly memorising shift and development of your own writing has been one of the factors to keeping me here, really. Every second of it has been worth it. You, and a select handful of once-mutuals that I still remember quite fondly from the 2020 and early 2022 era. It has been a truly wonderful experience to watch you grow more confident in your capabilities, honing both your cadence and innate talents into a true passion and skill rendering you destined to become ingrained into the long-term memories, the core, of your audience's mind. You have truly flourished and blossomed as the years have passed, and it carries very well in those pieces which are so hauntingly beautiful, echoing and resounding deeply as they are read.

[cuteniaarts]

2 hour rough drawing of Ehuang, my precious Green Opal child who I don’t draw nearly enough <3

[tardis--dreams]

I actually realized i hate work. Won't be putting any effort into this anymore ♡

[gomzdrawfr]

Don't worry about posting these, they're for you. Took these on a recent walk because I know you like nature. I hope they can help a little ❤️

did you got the 2 photo of grass/plant growing out the pavement cuz i mentioned it once...? tearing up haha🥺

thank you, I appreciate these 💛

[dafpork]

i've poked fun at myself for being able to relate so strongly to both Daffy and Porky, considering all of the opposites in their personalities and "what does that mean for me?!", but it's been a big help coping wise--this has always been the case, but especially as of late. "i'm definitely feeling more like a Daffy today" "i think i've been too hard on my inner Porky, and my inner Porky's been too hard on me" "definitely feeling my Porky today, i'd love to get back to a bit of that Daffy", etc. my behavior's been a bit more erratic and strongly so than is my usual baseline, and as much grief and frustration as it's causing me, it's sort of funny but also nice to have something so silly to contextualize that with. keeps me seeing the sense of humor of things

that is to say, i'm again sincerely grateful for anyone and everyone's support of the ship. i'm so glad more than one other person beyond myself likes it. this little community has been my sole link of sanity (or a reasonable facsimile) and since i've especially been struggling lately, i just wanted to give a thank you and reiterate how much it means to me in multiple ways 🐖🦆