#thanks for this suggestion anon

[starpirateee]

What about a prompt like this for a Drabble (you don’t have to!!) : At the summoning instead of asking for what they cherish most, the lords in black ask Steph, grace, and Pete to work for them to do their bidding, offering not only to get rid of max but things they long for in their lives: stability, freedom, power, etc. And to sweeten the deal, it’s revealed that Ruth and Richie can also be brought back to serve alongside them, reuniting them all together while getting rid of max.

Oh anon, eldritch god shenanigans are my jam! Let me see what I can do!

The way I like to picture this is that they're still (mostly) human but the lords are kinda working through them? If that makes sense? Well... At least, that's the case for the three who are still alive...

"Let me check my Christmas list…"

A large scroll unfurled itself, bouncing off the floor between the group. Covering the book. Trailing off into the infinite and unknown. Steph stared out at the walls of the gym, wondering how far they could be stretched if the rules didn't apply. The paper was still going, still expanding…

The whole universe was written out on that scroll, piece by piece. And the thing examining it was picking out one of those pieces, whichever would bring him or any of the others the most pleasure.

The others edged closer, peering at the list with great intent. Pete's back was tense against Steph's shoulder, and she could see the way he was glancing desperately between the entities to avoid staring at one for too long. That one had singled him out, called him out by surname. First names were one thing, that was just how they referred to each other, it could've been overheard… But it had called him Spankoffski. Now, it was personal.

"I know what they could give us!" It giggled, flashing a hand out and pointing at something on the list.

The others saw what it was pointing at, and erupted into a sickening chorus of gasps and giggles that forced Pete, Steph and Grace closer to each other. Grace had a hand on Steph's forearm, Steph was leaning against her like her life depended on it, and Pete was pressed up against Steph's shoulder, stiff as a board. Terror was painted across all of their faces. They'd long since passed the point of being able to hide it.

"The boy interests you, doesn't he?" The scroll-holder asked, turning his attention.

Tinky grinned and nodded. There was something fiendish glittering in his eyes. "He does! He's just like his brother!"

Steph may have only known Pete for a couple of weeks, but she didn't think he'd ever mentioned a brother. Or, at least, he'd never mentioned anyone she would class as his brother. "Pete? What's he talking about, brother?"

Pete's breath hitched, and for a moment longer than he cared to admit, he froze, staring at the Tinkerer. Ted went missing some months ago. People had had given up on him at this point. That thing knew something.

He advanced from the scroll, inching towards Pete and stopping uncomfortably close. "Teddy's been FUN to play with! Over and over and over and over! You're gonna be even MORE fun!"

Pete tried to make a protest- to say anything that would warrant rationalising his fear- but he was too afraid to speak. An unseen force was gripping at his throat, forcing him to gasp for breath.

"… Pete?"

Steph laid a hand on his shoulder. She and Grace had seen the Tinkerer vanish, and had seen Pete lose focus, but hadn't seen the fifth lord re-appear. But, Pete was still lost to them.

He started gasping for breath, and Steph and Grace shared a glance that expressed all of the concern they felt for him. They barely noticed the scroll vanish into thin air. Steph forced herself to focus, and centered herself. "What're you doing to him?"

"Here's the deal, Steph-a-nie… My brother has taken an interest in your friend. So, if you want rid of Maxwell, then you will let us in."

"What?"

"We will get rid of Maxie, but we will have to work through you."

Pete struggled beside them. Whichever invisible force was stealing his breath was pushing him harder the longer they hesitated. For all it was worth, he was trying to fight it, but it was starting to look like he was losing.

Steph's mind was racing. She understood the terms of the deal, she thought, but that would mean giving up her freedom, Grace's freedon, and even Pete's. A few words would condemn them all to a fate she didn't even want to think about.

Fuck it, anything was worth it for Pete.

"Okay, okay, fine!" She couldn't bring herself to look at Pete in this state. Her breath heaved. "Fine… Please, just let him go..!"

Pete flinched back from the thing holding him in place. Then he took his first sturdy breath in a while, and collapsed. Grace gasped the moment he hit the ground, and she and Steph backed off together. She peered over her shoulder, and both of them just stared at Pete, waiting for a sign of life.

"Do we have a deal?"

"Yes!" Grace nodded quickly.

"Sure, whatever you want!" Steph agreed, her heart aching.

The air turned cold. There was a flash that Steph couldn't identify either as part of her mind, or something that happened in reality, and then silence. Way too much silence. Silence that was broken by the sound of laughter.

Steph knew that laugh anywhere. That was the awkward chuckle that came with triumphant ideas and silly jokes and accidentally saying something stupid mid-conversation. When the biology test results came back… At the football game…

That was Pete's laugh.

And it was getting louder. More confident. Less like his, and more like something that simply came from his body. His hand shot out, digging into the polished floor and grazing the painted lines of the sports pitches. He pulled himself back up, and his chuckle devolved into something of a manic laugh, crazed and loud.

"Thank ya, Stephie!" A voice from nowhere rang out as Pete brushed a hand through his hair and opened his eyes. "Oh, I knew he'd be a delight!"

Steph's face fell. Pete's eyes were golden, shimmering with the overhead lights in the gym. A broad yet unfeeling smile was plastered onto his face. It even felt unnatural to look at, and sent a shiver down her spine.

"Oh my god…"

Grace winced behind her. "What… Happened to him?"

"Pete?"

"Ah ah, Steph-a-nie. He's ours now. And doesn't it feel wonderful, Peter?"

Pete nodded, a little less enthusiastically than his demeanour would suggest. It felt like nothing was there, that he was finally free. Free of what, he wasn't sure, but whatever it was did feel wonderful.

"Gracie…" Another one of the Lords crossed the gym floor slowly, pushing down his glasses. "It's my turn, and you're a perfect fit."

Grace looked to Steph nervously. In return, she got a slow, assuring nod, and the motion to just breathe. All of this would be over as soon as they'd gotten rid of Max. This was just a temporary dealing, one they could forget about when it was all over.

So, she nodded, took a breath, and turned her attention from Steph as the Watcher sidled up behind her and took her by the shoulders.

Steph watched on as Grace's shoulders rolled back, and she had to force herself to remember that staying calm was her best bet. Her breath wavered. Steph started to feel worse and worse for having agreed to this deal. God forbid it would've been worse if they hadn't... That was the only option they had left. Her dad had told them to summon these beings, and they had to do that to get rid of Max.

To get rid of Max... Right. Of course... This was worth it, or it was going to be. But seeing what they'd done to Pete, and by extension, what they were doing to Grace... Part of her wondered which of them would choose to single her out, and what that would look like for her.

Grace squeezed her eyes shut, biting her lip to avoid showing whatever was going on in her head. Then she seemed to be forced back into the real world with a jolt, and just like Pete, her eyes shot open. A deep purple bled into the brown, and Steph was too focused on that to realise that another of the lords was missing.

"Hello, Stephie..."

Her whole body went tense; she saw a presence in front of her and felt something at her back. The world fell away, and for the briefest moment, she thought she could smell honey.

The sweet taste filled her senses, flooding her mind over with a strange, insatiable hunger. A Desire. That need to end Max that had been dwelling in the back of her mind had grown exponentially in a matter of seconds. Now, she needed to see him departed. For good, this time.

She, Pete and Grace were on the same level as these things now. They understood far more than any person- especially any person their age- would ever even hope to understand. But there was still something missing.

"What about you? Surely the two of you want in as well..." She mused, turning to face the remaining two lords and raising an eyebrow.

"Well... We could..." Wiggly glanced towards his remaining brother. "It is feasible, is it not?"

"I believe so..." Came the answer, and then both of them rounded on the group. The pages of the book in front of them- the one they'd dug up to summon these things in the first place- started to turn themselves. The three of them stared at it until it stopped moving, and glanced at what now sat in front of them. This page was just as strange as the last, and they could barely make sense of it at first. "Ask the boy, he likely knows."

"Yes... If we are to join in on the fun, so to speak, we are going to need those old friendy-wends of yours... And for that, we will need you, Peter."

Pete looked down on the pages, keeping his place with one hand and quickly adjusting his glasses with the other. He didn't know if those were entirely necessary anymore, but at the present moment, he didn't really care either way. Being able to feel them against the bridge of his nose was one of the only things keeping him from thinking about the god doing numbers in his mind.

"Do you understand it?"

"I think so..." What it looked like to him was necromancy. Two weeks ago, he'd have said that was impossible, that nobody could be brought back from the dead. Since that had been long since proven wrong, he'd decided that the best course of action was just to go with it. Maybe he could pretend he understood long enough to placebo himself into actually understanding it. What was it Ted always stuck to? Fake it till you make it?

He hummed, glancing at the page again. "I think I've got it, yeah."

With that, he closed the cover of the book and laid his hand over the top of it, like he was about to swear himself in at court. He could feel the energy shifting from himself to the book and back again. The old pages seemed to breathe with him, heaving and falling with the motions of his chest. He knew the next question, the next place his mind had to go to. "Where are they?"

"We're closer to your theater... The girl is there. The boy ran, but you will find him with her, no doubt."

Pete nodded slowly and tried to think about the little theatre in the school. It was just down the corridor, he'd been in with Richie a few times to watch productions that Ruth was teching for. He could picture the few rows of seats, the skinny little aisle down the middle of them... And the two shadows sitting side by side on the stage. Both familiar. Both waiting for something to happen. He glanced at Steph, and then at Grace, and then slowly pulled his hand from the book. The sigil in the middle seemed to glow the same yellow that had bled into his irises.

Grace blinked the moment the colour faded out and the pentagram returned to being white. "What was that about the theater?"

"I think that's our next step... I think we're gonna pick up Ruth and Richie..."

[uolarieclosed]

park sunghoon ☆ ! the perfect pair

━━━ in which your academic rival not only fueled your anger but your love …

SCHOOL BOYFRIEND SUNGHOON who started out as your academic rival. you hated the smile on his face whenever he showed off his full score, and he hated the way you mocked him when he got an answer wrong.

SCHOOL BOYFRIEND SUNGHOON who can’t keep his eyes off you whenever you study together. the dim light of the library making your lips look more appealing than ever before.

SCHOOL BOYFRIEND SUNGHOON who indirectly confessed by pulling you back into his car to kiss you, his hand wrapped around your sweater to keep you close.

SCHOOL BOYFRIEND SUNGHOON who asked to be your boyfriend through one of your favorite book quotes.

‘I would not wish any companion in the world but you, you are my everything, so let me be yours.’

SCHOOL BOYFRIEND SUNGHOON who keeps his arm around you while you walk the halls, hand sliding down to your hip to pinch you teasingly.

SCHOOL BOYFRIEND SUNGHOON who likes to stay behind with you while you finish student council work. however, he uses this opportunity to corner you against the desk and kiss you.

“sunghoon, someone might walk in.” you slap his shoulder, wanting to push him away but he was just too intoxicating. “just a little kiss, i can’t wait any longer.” he says before smashing his lips onto yours.

SCHOOL BOYFRIEND SUNGHOON who keeps your scrunchie on his wrist while he goes into the senior class, knowing how many girls are pining over him.

SCHOOL BOYFRIEND SUNGHOON who leaves little notes in your locker, hoping they cheer you up.

‘for some reason every love song makes me think of you XP’ — your lovely boyfriend

SCHOOL BOYFRIEND SUNGHOON who flexes his muscles when he calls you into the locker room, enjoying the way you blush. sunghoon will then have you sit on his lap while he guides your hand to run down his biceps.

SCHOOL BOYFRIEND SUNGHOON who lends you all his caps/jerseys, knowing that everyone can spot his belongings from a mile away.

SCHOOL BOYFRIEND SUNGHOON who back hugs you whenever he can. he doesn’t care who’s watching or what he’s doing, his arms will be around you while his lips attack your neck.

SCHOOL BOYFRIEND SUNGHOON who brings you a snack during every free period.

“what’s this?” you examine the bag of chips. “i heard your stomach growling during class.” sunghoon shrugs, tugging your hair lightly with a smug grin.

SCHOOL BOYFRIEND SUNGHOON who is still your biggest rival and sometimes your competition with each other can blind your love.

“we both know i’m always gonna beat you, baby.” although he meant it endearingly, he hadn’t realized how hard it hit you.

SCHOOL BOYFRIEND SUNGHOON who grovels for as long as he has to to have you back in his arms.

SCHOOL BOYFRIEND SUNGHOON who stands on your doorstep with a bouquet while vigorously ringing your doorbell to have you come out.

“what i said was stupid, i’m sorry. please love me again.” sunghoon frowns, stepping into your house as you open the door wider.

SCHOOL BOYFRIEND SUNGHOON who knows exactly where home is—you.

© 2024 uolarie

[girlboylintjrwi]

hey guys i wrote this thing in 1 day

[drawsmaddy]

[ID: A digital illustration of Dorian Storm and Orym from Critical Role. They're both wearing modern clothing (though Dorian's is still elaborate) and Dorian is holding a cardboard tray of to-go coffees while Orym carries his own drink in his hand. They're holding hands between them, Orym reaching up to hold onto Dorian's index finger. Dorian is wearing a white, open shirt, dark trousers, knee high black leather platform boots, and a blue jacket with a sunset coloured lining that has gold decorations on the shoulders shaped like layered feathers. Orym is wearing a cropped green hoodie with no right sleeve and a simple brown leather harness over it, jeans, and white, green, and blue sneakers. Orym is drawn with a long thin tail with a fluffy end. End description.]

Coffee run!

[queseresere]

It is funniest if Martyn objects to the marriage and still ends up here the next morning.

[httpiastri]

I'm going crazy thinking about riding Lando in his sim chair

LIKE GURL IT WOULD BE SO FUCKING HOT

👀 helloooooooooo please the thoughts you brought to my mind..... not very holy

(18+ content below, minors pls dni)

lando has been on the call for way too long now.

he promised he’d just go for one more round on the sim with george and alex, but that was almost two hours ago. you are bored, and the shows on the tv in lando’s living room are not doing enough to help you forget about your boyfriend neglecting you.

when you finally get off the couch and go over to his room, lando is in the exact same position as he was when you left him; body relaxed back against the sim chair, legs spread wide, head slump back against the headrest. he's laughing at something george has just said when his eyes fall on you in the doorway.

"oh, my girl is here!" he exclaims, reaching out a hand towards you as you move closer. "the boys say hi."

you intertwine your fingers with his, leaning down to the mic of his headset. "hi, boys!"

he takes a quick moment to mute himself from the call, looking back up at you. "what's up?"

"can i join you?"

his face lights up. "do you want to play?" his expression then changes when he sees you shaking your head.

"i just want to sit."

he can't quite grasp what you're saying. it doesn't click until you step so close that your knees are bumping against his thigh, just before you drape one of your legs over his lap, sitting down on top of him. lando blinks at you and gulps, not able to control the tent already forming in his pants when you shuffle to find a comfortable position. you know he has always had a weakness for you sitting on his lap, so the innocent eyes and the sweet pout you're showing off are nothing but an act. "is something wrong?" you ask, one of your hands coming up to stroke his cheek as he shivers.

"lando? where did you go, mate?"

in a matter of just seconds, he had managed to forget about his friends and the round they were playing. he's forgotten about everything that isn't you and your pretty face.

"sorry, guys," he says once he's gone off mute. his voice breaks when he tries to speak again, so he coughs and tries one more time. "something has come up, i have to go."

lando doesn't even give his friends time to ask why or say goodbye before he's hung up the call, his focus back on you again. his hands move up and down your sides as he shakes his head. "what? why did you hang up?"

"don't play with me right now." he squints at you, a playful grin spreading over his lips.

"it's all your fault anyway," you say, letting your hands reach down to play with the zipper of his jeans. "you ignored me."

he lets out a shaky sigh when you pop the button open, slowly pulling down the zipper. "what do i have to do to get you to forgive me?"

"i think you know."

and god riding him then 😩 in the seat where he does so much of his work, so many hours of the day... he's going to be reminded of you and grow horny every time he goes back there

[soapoet]

describing the dynamic...

...a requested continuation of this post.

like & rb if it resonates ♡

01.

Shufflemancy: First day of my life by Bright Eyes

This feels like home. It is familiar and it is sweet. The two of you create an air of comfort, which draws in various orphans of the storm. Like a safe haven amidst stormy seas. A lighthouse. This has the blueprint of starting a found family. Your union echos with lots of laughter, the kind that brings tears and stomachaches. The joy here is tangible and it is imprinted in everything. Your dynamic is like an evolved version of puppy love. It's nervous, but adoring. Giddy and rosy. It feels like best friends falling in love. They know you and you know them at a deep level. The foundation upon which this relationship stands could withstand hurricanes, though there isn't much to worry about. Most issues that crop up seem a little silly, and you may laugh about them afterwards. Personal doubts and misunderstandings are the worst that can happen here, which are mostly due to the doglike loyalty and care you have for one another. Ever seen the face of a pooch when they've done something they shouldn't have? They appear so sheepish even though their mistake or mischief really isn't all that bad or serious. We often laugh at our beloved pets when they appear so apologetic because it is so often wildly out of proportion for their actual crime. The same applies to this relationship. Doubts may occasionally become bigger in your heads and cause a similar out of proportion shame or guilt or concern about how the other will react. Many inside jokes may stem from these situations, actually. Despite the occasional and shortlived whirlwind of doubt and concern about the status of the relationship, your communication is very good and open and clear. You might both simply have a hard time expressing yourselves when it comes to negative feelings and experiences, likely stemming from your upbringing. Which brings me to the point of healing. A key feature of this relationship is just that. Healing. The two of you treat each other the way you wish you had been treated growing up. As though you are raising each other's wounded inner child in a much better, loving, and attentive environment. There is a lot of validation and tenderness present. The reciprocation is beautifully balanced. When one is feeling low, the other takes on a guardian role, comforting and supporting them in various ways. Need a doctor's appointment but you're too anxious to call? Your partner gotchu. Next time they're ill you'll be making them soup and wrapping them up in a blanket. The give and take feels natural, like neither of you need to think twice about it, and best of all: nobody's keeping score.

02.

Shufflemancy: High heels by Mando Diao

Once this one gets going, it's long distance, not a sprint. Considering the delays this relationship experiences before it begins, however, the steady movement doesn't feel slow at all. And although this relationship is very spontaneous and fun, there is a balancing act at play wherein plans for the future are made early on. They want to make sure you're both on the same page and have an idea of where the relationship is headed right from the start to avoid conflicting ideas later. There are some traditional elements to this relationship because they lead a busy life professionally. Plans may be made to have you stay at home once things get serious, though they are very supportive of any business ideas you come up with or already have when you enter into the relationship. This person values ambition and drive, probably just as much as you do, and is very supportive of any endeavours you decide to pursue, and is likely to help fund or network to boost your success.

Expect frequent date nights. This person enjoys romance and works hard to keep the spark alive, so long as they don't feel smothered. When given the space and time they love to shower you with gifts and make you feel special. Travelling also figures strongly, and you may cross many destinations off your bucket list with this person. They favour quality over quantity, though, and may make it a point to spend big bucks on a resort for an extended period of time to really make the most of the destination and the time you get to spend together. It's possible the two of you eventually purchase a second home somewhere you like to visit. The two of you enjoy a rich social life as well, and may frequently entertain people in your home or at different venues. Your energy is contagious and other people are naturally drawn to the two of you because of the fun and welcoming energy created by your union. I'm not seeing much in terms of issues, mostly because the element of fun is so strong here. It feels very balanced because each of you gets to be in your favoured energy and feel appreciated for what you bring to the relationship. Very strong mutual respect. Each of you seem to succeed in life and your careers and projects better because the other is by your side. Reaching higher and farther because of the support of the other. This has an air of'us against the world', as though you are building an empire together. Your success is very new-money and modern. Flashy and extravagant, but still down-to-earth and humble in a way in which you really count your blessings and have much gratitude for what you have together and where you came from. The two of you may help or give back to your community, or donate to charity. It's possible they pay off your family's mortgage or do some other big financial gesture towards your family after the two of you commit. There is a lot of passion in this relationship. Very flirty, and there is a strong sexual attraction. The two of you make each other laugh a lot and may pull pranks on each other. Check out Destene and Brandon on youtube, because their dynamic mirrors this group a lot!

03.

Shufflemancy: Mary on a cross by Ghost

This is the one that will feel like things are too good to be true. You will want for nothing. The dynamic here is almost that of a knight and the one they have sworn to protect, or the royal and the peasant they chose for love. There is much adoration here, and it feels old-timey in a way. If you have been kissing frogs before, this one will really surprise you. They enjoy traditional courting and may look down upon the modern era of dating and the attitudes surrounding it, and don't like most of the people making them offers. They also appear to compensate for time spent apart through lavish gifts, and making sure you have everything that you need. There are a lot of calls and messages being sent back and forth, especially during their time away. They're very supportive of your studies or the projects you're working on, and will do everything in their power to create a good environment for you to do what you need to do. There is a strong possibility of them asking you to accompany them on their business travels, in an effort to help the two of you spend more quality time together. You have an energy that differs so much from what they have to deal with in their professional life, and they derive a big boost of motivation and confidence from it. It is almost as though they see you as their lucky charm.

The primary cause of friction appears to come from outside the relationship. You may frequently receive strange looks when you're together, or the way you differ somehow causes tension amongst your partner's peers. They, however, are incredibly proud of you and encourage you to speak your mind and stay true to yourself. They think you're perfect and don't want you to change, especially not through pressure from the kinds of people they find shallow or even fake. There could be instances where people try to steal your partner, but they fail horribly because of your partner's devotion to you. This can also go the other way, wherein people begin to pursue you in an attempt to steal you away from your partner, as if to spite them. You may receive invitations, offers, and gifts from people, especially ones you meet through your partner. This reveals a jealous streak in your partner which is very prevalent, but not in a toxic or controlling way. Because they have such social grace and know how to play the game, they never target you with their jealousy and dismay, but those who try to get in between. They are protective of what's theirs, but are very graceful and strategic in their methodology of solving problems. This also lends itself well to any wrinkles that need ironing in the relationship, because they don't appear to get angry and have a mentality that it's not you vs. them, but the two of you vs. the problem.

This dynamic may sometimes lead to waking up alone, but there is sure to be a lovely note left behind, or they may send flowers. They like to let you sleep in, and find you to be at your most beautiful when you're asleep because of the serene look on your face. You really help them feel at peace, which is something quite difficult for them to achieve on their own. They have trouble relaxing or doing things without it somehow boosting their qualifications or adding to their resume. You help them pick out books to read just because, watch movies regardless of their acclaim and accolades, go thrifting for the fun of it or visit the sweet little side street boutiques and unknown cafés. They really just feel like they have access to more oxygen when you're around, as though they've spent their whole life holding their breath and they can breathe easily and deeply around you.

04.

Shufflemancy: Me the machine by Imogen Heap

There is a whole lot going on here mentally. The two of you spend a lot of time talking, for hours upon hours. "Is that the sun?" can become a frequent phrase used when time slips through your fingers as you talk the night away to watch the sunrise. The two of you love to debate, especially in regards to matters you agree on, because it seems you reach the same conclusion from different angles and enjoy discussing each other's detours. They love picking your brain and value your opinions. There is a bit of a hopeless romantic in them, which may catch you off guard every time due to their cerebral nature. They might leave you notes or share songs to express their feelings. To them you are an equal, a missing puzzle piece that helps them see the bigger picture. You two are like the seeker and the explorer. They like holding hands and being close to you, but seem a little hesitant, even months into the relationship. You are certainly the more open and affectionate one, whilst they tend to be a little shy. Their awkwardness is quite charming, though, because they do try their best to show their love and support. Support plays a big role here, too, as they have a lot to teach you in various areas of life and you will grow quite a bit during this relationship. They are an excellent mentor and encourage you to chase your dreams, but are also good at holding you accountable. They can be a little blunt and clumsy with their words, but they mean well and wish for you to be the best that you can be and never sell yourself short. They really won't let anybody talk down on you, least of all you yourself. They have very high standards so any self-loating on your part feels insulting to them. They wouldn't date you if they didn't think you were incredible.

They enjoy your company and express genuine interest in your thoughts and ideas. You share many interests and engaging in them together is a big part of this relationship. You two are stronger together and can face many hardships with greater ease due to how you complete one another. Not in that you aren't whole on your own, but that your individual strengths and weaknesses balance each other out. Where you lack, they're abundant, and vice versa. It really makes for a dynamic duo, albeit one that may from the outside appear mismatched or peculiar. That does not stop you, though, and they especially have very little care for what other people think. The two of you may collaborate on various projects, or work together towards both joint and separate goals. Your minds and talents blend beautifully together, and your relationship is potent with inspiration and motivation. Tackling difficult tasks and the daily grind appears easier when you can delegate things depending on your individual strengths. The source of strife mostly stems from misunderstandings. Both of you value communication, but on occasion words are left unsaid or too much is said without prior thought and one of you gets hurt. This does not seem to ever be on purpose, just accidental slip-ups and thoughtlessness.

05.

Shufflemancy: Boys do cry by Marius Bear

Which one of you brought the gasoline? The dynamic here is hot and heavy. Passionate, as though desperation and need is causing you to crawl into each other's skin and wear each other's hearts. It can get a little crazy, fast paced and wild, in most things that you do. And you may get into quite a bit of trouble together, too. When Billie Eilish said 'I'm the powder, you're the fuse; let's add some friction' the two of you were taking notes. There is a lot of push and pull, and the relationship contains a lot of drama. Though I don't feel like that is wholly unwelcome, strangely enough. It seems beneficial for the two of you to keep each other on your toes, like you both crave some explosive feelings to feel fulfilled. This relationship really isn't for the faint of heart. But whilst others watch in horror, you make each other feel alive in this almost feral dance. They are very protective of you, and you of them. It's like you give each other scary dog privilege because nobody else can swoop in to steal a heart while the other stands on watch. You're both a little possessive, but it boils down to the deep connection you have feeling so intertwined with the very cores of your beings that losing the other would feel like losing yourself. Definitely worth checking yourselves for co-dependency to be sure it does not go overboard, but so long as you keep your individuality intact, this one is one hell of a ride. A ride or die, in fact. You are truly partners in crime and feel dangerously powerful together, like you could take over the world and overcome anything.

I won't sugar coat this: there is a lot of turmoil that the both of you conjure up. Most of the issues in this dynamic stem from the heightened emotions you are both capable of, and if either of you start wielding them as weapons it will cause even more explosive emotions. I will say, though, that this only gets physical in the make up part of the show, as the actual strife is emotional and verbal in nature. Because you care a lot for each other, neither would dare lay a hand on the other. The thought of you getting hurt by them or anyone or anything else would upset them greatly, and it's the same in reverse. You mirror each other a lot, and have much to learn from each other. Much of it will feel heavy and burdensome since you will be facing your own demons within the other person, and that's never easy. Fortunately there is a lot of gentle care here, too. Since you both feel things so strongly and have similar experiences in life, it is much easier for you to sympathise with each other and support each other. This is one of those relationships where you truly do not need to hide or be on your best behaviour, because you have both weathered storms and do not easily flinch when the thunder and lightning begin to roar, and you both provide each other shelter when needed.

06.

Shufflemancy: Light by Sleeping at last

I remember seeing a writing prompt once upon a time with the premise of seeing in greyscale until you lock eyes with your soulmate, and this has that exact energy. It really seems as though this person lead a very monotonous life until you barged in, inviting the sunshine into their life. Because in many ways they view you as the light of their life, they are very protective of you. You bring them much joy, laughter, and relaxation, all things they do very little of, at least successfully, and find themselves more able to partake in the joys of life in your presence. You are a breath of fresh air, as though someone finally opened up a window inside a stuffy office. They see stars in your eyes and they want nothing more than to preserve them, and make them shine even brighter. There is a little bit of a saviour complex here. Anything you struggle with they don an armour for to protect and to serve. Because you nurture their soul and heal their wounds with your tender love and care and expand their horizons with your sense of wonder, they feel compelled to take care of you. It feels almost familial, but not in a weird way. It is as if they want to keep your childlike wonder alive and well, and right any wrongs that come your way. They take a load off your shoulders frequently, and may especially take on all your mundane tasks and paperwork. They love your playful energy and can see that the stuffy stressors of life cage that bird in, and they want to see you soar. This is a very healing connection for both of you. You balance each other out whilst being a mentor for each other, teaching each other your strengths so that you two can feel whole and capable all in your own right. You are both willing to bend, to try new things, allow the other to show you new worlds and explore possibilities. Very likely to lead to marriage, and it would be a very happy and functional one because of the growth you inspire in one another both as individuals and together as one. It's like your relationship begins as a little sapling, slow, but once it has been given the space to grow it grows big and strong and will withstand any storm and leave behind a legacy, like your future children putting up a swing for their children on the tree you two once sowed.

[eqt-95]

there were too many beds

prompt came from this reverse trope list. (thanks anon for suggesting it be pulled into a standalone post)

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There were too many beds.

There were too many beds.

Kara scanned the room: two, four, six, seven beds.

Sevens of them. All done up with pillows and over-starched fabric and tiny brochures translated into broken English with a map of local attractions splattered from inch to inch.

When she'd persuaded Lena to live out her dream of a four-week backpacking European holiday, she never expected there to be so many beds. Hostel after hostel with 'private' rooms filled with beds. It was perfectly roomy which was exactly the problem. Kara had daydreamed of a closet-sized room tightly packed with a single double bed, a tiny nightstand and, maybe if they were lucky, a private bathroom.

What she didn't expect was Lena plans-ahead Luthor booking out an entire 'group' of beds at each location.

"It'll give us guaranteed privacy," Lena explained when Kara flushed at the bundle of euros being slipped across the counter city after city.

Because that was the other thing: Kara had just come out. As Supergirl. And for as much as she liked to pretend everything was normal, everything was not normal. They could barely enjoy their plates of cicchetti in Venice without being barraged with onlookers. Their walk through Gaudi's masterpiece was ruined by slack-jawed observers gawking at Kara in civilian clothes. And now, in the city of love itself, Kara's romantic plans of a blanketed dinner in front of the Eiffel Tower was ruined by one nosy teenager with a social media following.

And now they were back, dinner ruined, a half-eaten baguette in one hand and the remaining drags of a perfectly delicious bottom-shelf bottle of red in the other. It was terrible. It was awful. It was not going at all like Kara wanted or planned or hoped.

Still Lena smiled. She knowingly leaned into Kara with each spontaneous combustion of crowds. She squeezed a hand reassuringly and chuckled when the wildest requests were made for autographs and signatures and "can we see the suit?". Tiny reminders of "it's ok, darling," were whispered through a crowd while an adoring smile settled Kara's stewing frustration.

"Everything ok?" Lena asked, one hand disappeared into her overflowing backpack.

"Hm? Oh, yea," Kara replied. A blush crept over her cheeks and a distracted hand scratched at her neck. "Just tired I guess."

"It'll pass. Soon you'll be able to walk down the street and be a nobody just like me," Lena offered with a sympathetic smile. And then there it was; there it came: a quick squeeze of Kara's forearm followed by the light trace of a kiss on Kara's cheek. "Thank you for an amazing day."

And then it was gone as quick as it came with the bathroom door squeaking shut.

And still, there were seven beds.

Seven.

Beds.

Now, what happened next is up for some debate. To the desk clerk, it might have sounded like a robbery. To Lena Luthor, one threshold away, it sounded like Kara was having one of her early-aughts inspired dance sessions. Kara herself would explain she'd seen a black widow. An army of black widows when an amused Lena pressed.

"Not bedbugs?" Lena asked, surveying the damage and stepping over a smoking mattress.

"Uh... coulda-coulda been?" Kara said, flushed and dry-mouthed.

"Mhm, well then we couldn't possibly sleep here tonight-"

"Black widows. It was definitely a fleet of black widows. Not a bedbug in sight actually-"

"A fleet?" Lena pressed, barely containing a grin and dropping her day clothes onto her completely unscathed, pristine backpack.

Kara nodded. She nodded with vigor and superspeed.

"I see," Lena continued, plopping onto the mattress.

How exactly it happened didn't really matter. All that mattered was that, in the span of time it took Lena to brush her teeth and change into soft sweats and Kara's old NCU t-shirt, six beds had been destroyed.

"I guess we'll just have to share, won't we, darling?"

[lazylittledragon]

i've never sent an ask to you in my life but i need you to know that i saw "MONCH" at 2am and it's the hardest i've ever laughed idk why but thank you

like father like son

[asterwild]

Red-tailed hawk (Buteo jamaicensis) found throughout most of North America

[spicykellybear]

Always seeing your stuff is a treat ee. For a spicy warmup.. maybe sensual undressing/foreplay!!

>:)

(tried to keep it pg13 so I could actually share it here lol!)

[l3viat8an]

Satan: MC why do you spend so much time in Levi’s room?

MC: I’m easily entertained by small things! (smiling innocently)

(all the brothers trying not to laugh and looking at Levi who’s bright red and running from the room.)

MC:…..what?….did I say something wrong?

(a few days later)

MC:(standing outside of Levi’s bedroom door) Levi I’m sorry, you know I didn’t mean it like that!!!

Levi:(definitely not sobbing in his locked room) But it sounded like that!!! 

(Totally not inspired by something I did to my poor boyfriend at a family dinner a few days ago) 

Helspshksjsjsjw oh, poor, poor Levi- the others are never gonna let him hear the end of that!!

[factual-fantasy]

Slime rancher to help with art block?

Man slime rancher was such a vibe... I should play through it again sometime for my mental health XDD

[dzasta15]

when you save a random civilian and he ends up being the weirdest guy of all time.

[desultory-suggestions]

I would like to give a shout out to the gullible folks. The people who were lied to with some ridiculous story by an abuser and taken advantage of. People who can't describe their situation to others bc they know it sounds crazy, but they have fallen too deep to escape.

You aren't dumb. You're so trusting and so full of love. It is not your fault others take advantage. There are people out there that will not lie to you like others have. Your trauma is valid even if the lies you were told were so outlandish people laugh when you try to explain the terror you lived through.

Don't stop loving. Don't stop trusting. Just... Learn how to be more selective with your trust. Because not all have pure intentions for you.

[sasanka-27]

The oil under Impala mystery 🔍✨

(Inspired by the lady with expert wife tips from tiktok)