#there is no quick easy solution to this and you won't get one

[knightofleo]

Angela Orosco Silent Hill 2

[anantaru]

— comforting you on a bad day

including — scaramouche, wriothesley, alhaitham, childe x gn! reader

genre — fluff, hurt -> comfort

— scaramouche

scaramouche finds you sitting on the couch, burying your face into your hands.

easy to see, he knew you must've had a bad day or that something inconvenient must've happen to you— and unquestionably, he feels a slight function of heartache when you're suddenly pulling your head up to look at him walk towards you, gloom settling on his countenance.

scaramouche doesn't say anything at first, he doesn't want to make you overwhelmed or like you had to talk about it, it was up to you if you wanted of course. but it was interesting to see how dependable he was on your happiness, because the man detested seeing your smile fade, he'd do anything to bring it back— as soon as you're sad, unahappy or dejected, he's beginning to feel it with you.

he was angry— bend out of his usual shape because he cannot find a quick solution to this, he just doesn't want to see you covered in a gloomy mask.

however, instead of resorting back to his past methods of handling situations such as those, especially the ones that come close to his own emotions, scaramouche decides to take a seat right next to you before placing his hand on his knee, but with his palm facing up— you see, as if to invite you to take it.

hopefully you do.

"you're quiet," he inquires shortly after, tilting his head to look at you, "on any other day, you'd greet me the moment i walk through that door," he purses his lips a little, the hand on his knee quietly turning impatient, like he's scared you won't take it— or even worse, what if he's the reason you felt this way?

troubled, scaramouche proceeds to look at you, and it might not come across like it since it can be quite difficult for him to show his proper feelings— but he'd do anything for you right now, if there's something he could do in order for your smile to appear again, he'd do it without batting an eye.

his throat lets go of a dry sigh when you take his hand sweetly before resting your head against his shoulder, holding your breath as you exhale through a crumbling heave.

scaramouche's grip on you tightens, "who did this to you?" he decides to ask, his voice growing an octave louder, ultimately signalizing the despair he felt from seeing you like this, "is there someone who made you feel this way? someone i should be aware of?" scaramouche had to know if there was a third party that was involved and most importantly, responsible for this— if so, you could easily leave it to him to take care of it.

you sniffle, the grip your hand had on his palm strengthening, "no one, it's just me," you embarrassingly rub your cheek against his shoulder as he leans back into the couch so you could make yourself more comfortable, "i just had a bad day, that's all," and as badly as your eyes wanted to flutter shut, you were frightened to do so due to possible tears dousing your cheeks.

for some reason, you didn't want him to see you cry— despite the fact that you would never be judged nor laughed at by him.

the man loves you dearly, he could tell the entire world about it— draw warm and tender words on a pavement blossoming with roses. it's truly a magical feeling, turning to dizzying deeds and actions when he gets to kiss and hug you, touch and caress you.

scaramouche whispers your name softly when he slowly runs his thumb to circle around your hand, "hey, you don't have to be sad anymore," at his sentence, you curiously turn your head up as best as you can when his eyes flitter down at you.

"i mean, since i'm back from the akademiya now, we can spend all night together," you make a hum of appreciation before shifting yourself into him so you're lying as close to your boyfriend as possible, "—besides," scaramouche continues as he rests his head against yours, his mind and spirit soothing yours, "if someone is, in fact, responsible for your sadness, i might need to take care of something else first."

you chuckle, believing he's joking before opting to peck his cheek as at the same time, he pulls you in for a proper kiss— ah well, how sweet, you're smiling now, he can sense it as denseness lifts from your shoulders.

strongly invaded by a warm cradle around your whole face, scaramouche silently takes your chin between his thumb and pointer finger, "i told you," he sternly reminds you, whispering his words as his brows narrowed, the muscles in your face beginning to soften upon receiving his homely touch.

"i won't let anyone or anything sadden you, doesn't matter what it is, i will make sure you're being taken care of."

— wriothesley

you do not move an inch, your body hemmed in a draining blanket that fueled a negative spot in your heart, but do not be mistaken because within this cold, you can feel the warmth of wriothesley's love all the more.

you're like a sheet of glass right now, utterly still, eyes open as if gazing into a dark hole, unable to move a single muscle by how challenging this day had been for you.

as soon as he shrouds your body against his arms and pushes you into his chest, your eyes are glazed in warm liquid that cover the majority of your cheeks, slowly eating away at your skin. your boyfriend doesn't mind when you're crying in front of him, quite the reverse actually, he sees it as you trusting him so much, that you're willing to be vulnerable in front of him.

as soon as he kisses your forehead in reassurance, the force of the impact your emotions have caused on your mental state lift a little, paired with your general feelings resulting in you stumbling forward into his embrace, your hands clumsily scrambling at his jacket as you sniffle into his chest.

in your relationship you didn't need to hide your raw emotions, not only would wriothesley see through you right away, but it's, bluntly saying, pointless to do that in the first place. the man knows that in this moment in time, he needs to be there for you, and he doesn't expect you to be happy and positive all the time.

yet seeing you like this feels like losing a limb, because you're completing wriothesley in a way, you're like a puzzle piece fixing his heart— the fear of being unable to help you, give you what you need was scrambling into his body and mind, and if you ultimately sought after it, the duke would gladly destroy anything to make you happy, including himself.

"sorry, am i being too much?" you sniffle out before rubbing your eyes to get rid of the blur, honestly clueless as to why you're apologizing in the first place, "i think you must've expected our date to turn out differently," you continue, it was all you could shove past the heavy lump in your throat. you're holding yourself on a single thread, deep breathes and hefty swallows, your soft fingers slipping beneath the back of his neck.

wriothesley smiled, feeling the pull of it behind his heart, he disliked whenever you were apologizing for things you cannot control, not to mention when they were so human too.

"not at all, do not say that," he answers, holding you close, "you will never be able to be too much for me," he promises as he sighs out, one last octave teasing the following as his lips slowly move with a warm tenderness on your forehead once he places a kiss on you.

— alhaitham

alhaitham will not touch you, yes, he will sit next to you and offer a shoulder for you to lean on if you so seek it, but he will not begin to speak first nor say anything at all— wether it's questioning your current state or beginning to somehow figure it out on his own.

instead, he just listens to you.

you can talk to your boyfriend about everything, he does not care if it's pointless gossip you've overheard the other day, or you talking about this new, exciting hobby you found or like now, something that has pulled and squeezed at your heart like you're unable to breathe anymore.

he will not interrupt you, the man will make sure you can scream your heart out of your chest if it means that you feel better afterwards. he's a good listener and when you tell him everything that's on your mind, alhaitham will subconsciously ponder about possible solutions on how to help you out.

"nothing could be more human than this, don't ever feel like you have to hide this from me," he says as your tears slip beyond your control, rushing uncontrollably. alhaitham desired you beyond any significant reason, he has fallen for you and such fact will never falter, it's beyond native intelligence, beyond common sense.

although sometimes, he can trail off, it's cute, especially when he's catching himself admiring his darling, "you're so beautiful, have i told you that today?" for a second, right after you tipple over his words, your body is unable to react, and then you cannot help yourself but let go of a chuckle.

his sudden compliment came so unexpected regardless of your boyfriend being blunt by nature, "you're telling me this while i'm crying and looking like a mess?" your lips curve into a flustered smile, cutting through your initial weary facade. the chilling waves that flung into your body surely caused havoc, but it was almost frightening by how fast alhaitham could change your mood. 

"I thought you should know," he ponders, softly pushing your head up so you could look at him, "you're always beautiful to me, that has nothing to do with how you're feeling,"

shortly after, you lean into a tender kiss, chasing the love he was always providing you with— this time, simply feeling him once wasn't enough, so you kiss him again, again and again, leaving him with enlarged pupils as he pulls gently away.

— childe

childe will find things to make you feel better, heavy emphasized on the find.

it's something he has to get done and despite the fact that he might not seem like it, he feels it with you, everything, it impact him, regardless if you're being drained that day, saddened or if it even has anything to do with him in the first place.

naturally, he'd also pamper you so you're feeling more comfortable, but such wasn't necessarily a new in your relationship, he clearly has a habit of spoiling you to bits— the celestial bodies decorating the world, yes, ajax would reach for the stars in the sky if you so wished for them.

you're aware that he's mostly absent due to his work requiring him for the most times, but he'd make sure to be by your side the moment he realizes you're genuinely not feeling well. childe is quite adapt of finding a way to make what he wants to achieve possible so do not worry yourself, he will never let you down.

for all that, do not get greatly surprised when he's starting to throw around unfunny jokes his brother might've told him or tell you a story about how hilariously weird his fellow colleagues can be, not to mention scary which was rib-tickling in its own manner.

the man will get nervous too and it's cute, it's his first serious relationship and he doesn't want to do anything wrong. also, important side note but it goes without saying that him being this adorable will already lift your mood a bit.

he's also a little overwhelmed by the situation and is scared to make it somehow worse for you. little does he realize that you're so thankful to him, in fact, you do not need him to magically solve the problems for you, your boyfriend just being here and listening was enough to find comfort.

it's all the more charming, he is, how he smiles from head to toe when you're searching his snug, pleasant hugs when he lets you sob into his chest.

"you're so comfy," you mumble into his jacket before rubbing your cheek over the place where you could faintly notice his fastened heart thumping beneath his ribcage.

your message makes him immediately blush, scarlet red catching his skin and setting it ablaze as he averts his gaze a little to conceal it.

childe doesn't necessarily think he's good at comforting somebody, but he shows you another smile when you gaze up at him, his grin close-lipped but bright as a bared tooth, "i'm sorry, i know i have neglected you recently," you recognize the weary weight of his words, how they're crumpling off his face, "my work, ugh, i know i should've been there for you more," he groans, "you don't deserve to be alone all the time,"

"it's not your fault," you draw a shaky gasp, panicked arms flying to his neck to wrap around him, "you're here now, aren't you?" your eyes glow, flickering with an impression that he cannot forget, it's boiling over until reaching the surface of your complete countenance, "can you stay for the night? only if it's possible," you reluctantly continue.

it's important to note that you really do not fault him, childe was not only providing for his family, but he wanted to give you a life where you do not have to worry about the material aspect of living.

ajax slides his large palm soothingly along the shiver of pain wracking your frame as he listlessly rests his head against yours, "i'll stay as long as you want me to, until you're feeling better, until you can smile again."

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[fallingdownhell]

How do you think the Sumeru boys would react to their s/o getting shrunk?

An interesting scenario... 👀 Characters Included: Tighnari; Cyno; Alhaitham; Kaveh (+Wanderer) Content: gender neutral reader; established relationship; idk if this classifies as crack??; bit of comedy; bits of fluff Word count: 910 words Have fun<3

Tighnari

I personally see this going one of two ways

first, when realizing what has happened, he'd drop everything, all his work and responsibilities, and try to figure out how this happened and how to turn you back to normal again

or, he would want to do that, but he just can't because something really important is happening today... then, as shitty as this sounds, he'd just take you along with him, like in a backpack or pocket or something. Because he does not trust that nothing won't happen to you while he's out and about

whichever it is, he'd be very gentle with your tiny form and take very good care of you

when first noticing your current predicament, Tighnari would be shocked, maybe laugh a little bit, but he'd soon focus on helping you figure things out

he's not too keen on you staying this way for a longer period of time, or even forever, so he'd work hard on finding a solution

overall okay reaction, very helpful and polite about it, though he does put out an occaisonal comment here and there. But it's all in good fun, so don't worry

Cyno

oh boy

you best prepare to be the butt of every of his jokes for the foreseeable future from now on

even if you manage to turn you back to normal, he will not let you forget about this incident, ever

would probably laugh at you, questioning you how you even managed that in the first place

but all jokes aside, he IS worried about you, so he does the only thing he can think about

he grabs you very carefully and carries you to Tighnari, hoping that his friend and Forest Ranger might know or can help to come up with a solution to the problem

he'll stay there with you until you're back to normal, that means that his work will be put on hold, no matter what anyone has to say about it

will turn restless and worried if there's no easy or quick solution available, but will do his best to support you, even though he will still make jokes about you

Alhaitham

shock and surprise is his first initial reaction

like, frozen on his spot, kinda shocked

does not know how to react appropriately or what to say, at all. One of the few times in his life where he's actually speechless

once he's recovered from the shock, he's asking you a whole lot of question. If you remember how this happened, how you feel, if you noticed anything unusual, if you maybe know how to revert back, etc

just, literally any question that comes to his mind, really

he views this entire situation very neutral, like some sort of experiment that he wants to figure out

and since you're the only one affected and involved, it's only obvious that he asks you all these questions

plus, by answering them, he might be able to figure out what's going on and how to revert you back to normal

if he can't come up with a solution on his own, he'd go into the House of Daena, searching for every book available that is loosely connected to the issue at hand

should that still not deliver results, he'll help you consult doctors and other specialists in order to help you get better again

Kaveh

full on panic mode activated

he sees what has happened to you, and freaks out over it

almost impossible to calm him down again. And since your voice is a lot quieter in your tiny form, you have to almost shout out your lungs in order to get his attention again

out of the two of you, you're definitely the calmer and more levelheaded one in this situation

he's helping you with whatever you need. When you ask him to take you to the doctors, he does so, no questions asked

though you have to constantly remind him to not squeeze you so hard in his hands

cut him some slack, will you? He's not used to something like this, he has to constantly remind himself to treat you carefully and gently

will freak out again if no one can figure out what is wrong with you or how to treat you

he may not have much money, but you best believe he's putting every single Mora he has into trying to figure this out and get you back to your normal self

Wanderer

shocked at first, but will soon start to tease you about it relentlessly

he'll lovingly call you names like "shorty", "shortcake", and other stuff, now that you're so much tinier than him

he's having his fun teasing you for some time, but in the end, he does worry about you and wants you back to your usual self

since he doesn't trust you to be by yourself while like this, he carefully picks you up when he goes to pay Nahida a visit, thinking that she might know something about what has happened to you

together, the three of you would put your heads together, trying to figure something out

would feel annoyed if you're still in this state by the end of the day, but tries not to show it. It's not your fault after all, and you can't really do anything about it, so he doesn't want to let it out on you

but you best believe that it's his top priority from now on to get to the bottom of this. And should he find out that someone else is responsible for this, then they best prepare , because he won't go easy on them should he ever come across them...

[unintentionaloracle]

Ulterior Motives [Fic]

And now for something a little different! I got hit with a steel chair of inspiration while working on something else and now here we are.

Summary: A heated exchange about The Rock's proposition leads to Drew making Cody his own... spicier proposition. But it's just for mutual gain...right?

(Note: There's also mentions of past Candy (and suggested one-sided/unrequited current Candy))

Drew stormed after Cody as the latter went to his tour bus. He stopped him before he could enter, trapping him against its garishly ad-laden body with one arm. Looking at it almost answered Drew's question for him as he glared down at Cody:

“Are you seriously considering selling your damn soul to The Rock?”

Cody's blue eyes met Drew's own with defiance. “Like I said, it's not off the table, yet. I still need to think about it.”

“Still need to think about it!?” Drew parroted. “The Golden Boy’s really considering taking the easy way with his championship reign?” Drew poked Cody's title belt. “Whenever I wear the championship, I fight tooth and nail to defend it. You have to damn near kill me, play dirty, or both to pry it off me.”

“Really? Are you pissed about me potentially insulting the honor of the championship? Or are you pissed at the idea that if you win the Elimination Chamber, you'll have to deal with whatever being “The Rock's Champion” entails?”

Drew clenched his fists. The thought of being screwed over by Roman's extended family yet again, let alone when he got to the main event of WrestleMania, had crossed his mind. And yet, it wasn't the main thing bothering him.

“That isn't you, Cody. At least, not anymore. You're the man who fought hard to get to where you are. Now you want to do things the easy way!?”

“I AM TIRED, DREW!” Cody shouted. It made Drew almost shrink to Cody's height.

“I’ve had to deal with The Bloodline at every corner. Been tricked. Dealt with spoiled brats. Watched as people–my friends–suffered on my behalf to get and keep me where I am. Had a once dear friend betray and nearly kill me. And now? For the first time in a long time, I’m alone! Jey's got his own story to finish. Sami...hurts to think about. Seth is...well, he's Seth. And Randy...I don't know when he’ll be back. So forgive me if buckling to a higher power sounds tempting, Chosen One.”

Drew twitched at both his former moniker and the mention of Randy. Cody looked genuinely distressed after listing his woes. Something inside the Scotsman, something he long thought dormant, bubbled for the first time. Cody turned to try and leave, only for Drew to fully pin him to the wall. “Having The Rock's hand up your ass like his puppet sure as hell won't fix that. Things are hard? Then why not just quit again like last time?”

Drew could tell he pushed another button, and got his mind off his troubles. Cody, however, seemed ungrateful for the tough “love”. “Forgive me if I'm not eager to take career advice from the man well on his way to getting fired twice.” He sniped back.

Normally, a comment like that would get someone a one way ticket to Claymore Country. But when Cody did it here, away from prying eyes, it was almost fun. Being alone was also nostalgic, whether he wanted to admit it or not. It even gave him...ideas...

“Ya know, if you're so stressed and lonely, I have a better solution. Not that you'll ever let me...”

“Try me,” Cody bit back.

Drew smirked. Now it was fun. “Alright, but remember: you asked for this,” he said, chuckling in a low rumble. He cupped Cody's face, his palms fitting his cheekbones nicely, and gave him a kiss for the first time in a decade and a half. It was meant to be quick...

...were it not for Cody grabbing him as soon as he pulled away and sending his lips crashing back into his, trying to press himself to Drew as close as he could.

Damn, you really are wound up tight if just a kiss has you like this... Drew thought, a little amused and pleased with himself. Still, who was he to deny the poor man? He pressed Cody against the bus, reasserting control as his hands drifted to the back of Cody's neck and his hip. Drew escalated the kiss to a make out, enjoying a soft sigh from Cody before shutting up that oh-so-noble mouth of his.

It was a far cry from years ago, their short fling where they (mostly he) fumbled around like awkward teenagers when they held the tag titles. They were practically boys back then, compared to now. Drew pulled Cody's leg up to his hip, hand drifting down his thigh as he tried to send a message: Drew McIntyre was more than a man now, and one hell of a lover. Especially compared to the ex he'd been in the shadow of back then.

A thought crossed Drew's mind. He broke the kiss briefly, letting his hand drift back up Cody's thigh. “Is your pet Viper gonna throw a hissy fit when he finds out about me kissing his precious little Nightmare?” he purred.

Cody panted. “He shouldn't. Me and Randy are just friends now. It's not his concern.”

Could've fooled me, Drew thought, the way he looks at you.

“Good. I don't like sharing,” he said, about to dive back in. Cody stopped him with a hand to his face, lowering his leg.

“What's your game here, McIntyre? What's in it for you?” Cody said, raising an eyebrow.

Drew removed Cody's hand from his face and placed it on his chest, making Cody blush (despite Cody moving it from Drew's leather jacket to his bare chest on his own accord). His free hand rested against the side of the bus above Cody's head as the other went to Cody's waist.

“If you don't take Rock's deal, I'll be your stress toy. I'll screw all the tension right out of you on the regular,” he moved the hand above Cody and opted to hold Cody's chin, causing him to get that cute confused look on his face whenever anyone touched him affectionately. “I’ll take care of you. No soul required, and the people keep their champion. I might even get to prevent another Seth or Roman from happening, so it's better for everyone, really,”

He then leaned into Cody's ear. “Just give me one night to show you what you'd be getting, so you can “think about it”. What do you say, Champ?” He whispered, making Cody visibly shiver.

Cody said nothing at first, then pushed Drew away gently. He started to go for the bus door again, not looking at him. When he hit the steps, he spoke up. “Well?”

“Well what?” Drew asked.

Cody turned around, loosening his tie before unbuttoning his vest and shirt. “Are we doing this or what?” Cody said before pulling Drew towards him by his belt buckle.

Drew grinned wolfishly. He scooped up Cody and threw him over his shoulder, giving him a quick swat to the rear before entering the bus and closing the door behind them. He found Cody's bed and threw Cody down on it. The American Nightmare looked up at The Scottish Warrior with a mixture of annoyance and arousal.

Drew licked his lips at the gorgeous sight before climbing on top of him, eager to claim his prize and get to work.

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When they finished, Cody was trembling, lying limp on his belly as he caught his breath. Drew smiled, leaning into his ear as he rubbed Cody's back. “Ah, poor Cody. So neglected. Going so long without a good railing. And with an ass like that, too...”

Cody just continued to pant.

“You know, if you became Rock’s or corporate’s or The Bloodline’s or whoever's little sugar baby, I doubt they'd let you have any release. Let alone twice. They'd just take what they want and leave you to take care of yourself...” He surveyed Cody's prone, naked frame. “A damn tragedy, because they'll be missing out on this beautiful sight.” He said, kissing Cody's neck tattoo on its lips. (He still thought it was stupid, but he was high on afterglow and enjoying his “victory lap”. Besides, a little extra seduction couldn't hurt.)

Cody still didn't respond. Drew might've broken his brain with his dick. One more thing for him to smug about.

“And don't get me started on aftercare. I said I'd take care of you and I meant it. Hell, I'll even stay the night and cuddle you if you want it. Do you want that, Cody?” He asked, running his fingers through his short, bottle blond hair.

Cody nodded.

“Alright, want to get started?”

Cody shook his head. “Not yet.” He finally managed to rasp.

Drew chuckled. “Alright. I'll let you enjoy the afterglow a little longer. I'm gonna go use your shower because, honestly? I think I've earned it.”

Cody nodded. Drew smirked, then leaned over and kissed Cody on the cheek before excusing himself to the shower.

He didn't take long. Apparently, despite having a shower on his bus apparently being a luxury, Cody's sponsorship did not include a decent shower in his bus. The height was manageable enough, despite the cramped space, but the water pressure and temperature were abysmal! How did Cody live like this on the road?

If this goes on, that'll be something I want to talk about... He thought with a chuckle as he exited the shower, toweling off and wrapping one around his hips as he took another to his hair. Of course it was going to go on. He was Drew bloody McIntyre! He just satisfied the hell out of Cody!

He glanced at the mirror, leaning against the sink the best he could in the small space. (Note to self: maybe also insist on doing it at a hotel instead of the tour bus.) Drew smirked and winked at himself as he removed the towel from his head, some of his dark locks falling in his face. Yeah, the locker room had better thank Big D for his—

His thought was cut off by another, intrusive one. Cody's question from earlier: “What's in it for you?”

Drew brushed his hair back with his hand. It was such a dumb question! Lots of things! Keeping the playing field level come WrestleMania! Taking something from the damn Bloodline for once! The satisfaction that, whether he won or not (somehow), he’d been hitting that and probably would after! If word got out, it was something to hold over the locker room's head! To once again prove he was better than Randy! The sex in general!

Seeing Cody in the state he was in now, knowing it was all his. Hearing him desperately moan his na–

He gripped the sink. Where'd that come from?

This thing with Cody was transactional, nothing more. A mutual means to an end. Why pretend it wouldn't be? He shook it off and made his way back to Cody. “Alright, let's take care of–”

Cody had apparently dozed off, clinging to his pillow. It was almost cute, really. Drew smiled and climbed into Cody's bed (he'd given him permission, after all). “Alright, you're the boss, Cody...”

Cody rolled over to Drew, placing his hand on Drew’s chest. Drew adjusted himself and Cody accordingly to get comfortable. Somehow, they ended up with Cody's head on his chest, as well. Drew held him in his arms. Cody ran his fingers through Drew's chest hair a little, briefly surfacing from the throes of his exhaustion.

“Thank you, Drew...” He said sleepily, before succumbing to sleep again.

Something warm sparked in Drew. He rubbed his back gently and kissed the top of his head. “You're welcome, Cody...” He said, softly.

Sleep wasn't going to come as easily to Drew that night, however.

There was a nagging thought in the back of his head.

The feeling that somehow, some way, there might be more in this for McIntyre than a means to an end and ego.

And he dreaded that thought.

[randomreadingtimewithtsuki]

Hi👋🏻 I hope you don't mind my request for the seven deadly sins where meliodas and zeldris have a baby sister and they are overprotective of her because she is the youngest and their only sister.

Hello Dear!

Thank you for requesting!

I hope this is of your liking! Please let me know what you think!

Warning! If you did not finish Seven Deadly Sins, you might be up to some spoilers.

Tsuki's note: This time i went for female!Reader. Guess there is no harm to it? Also, not Proof read...

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You were the youngest and the only girl related by blood to the Demon King.

Meliodas used to baby both you and Zeldris.

That is until Zeldris snapped at him, because, hey, he is no baby!

In your case even if you did snap, you would still be treated as the baby - by both of your siblings.

Meliodas was more open about babing you, Zeldris not so much.

He still was over protective of you, but, he would deny it. Nope. All on your head. Of course he loves you, but nope.

They had no isssue to allow to fight, they knew you were strong.

Then you might ask, how were they overprotective if they believed on you so much?

Well, when you were back they wanted a report.

What did you? who did you fight? Did you get hurt? How?

If you lost a fight or got badly injured, Zeldris was already on the enimies throat.

Meliodas was pissed, but he wasn't so quick to act like Zeldris.

If you end up having a romantic interest is best to hide it from your bros.

Because Meliodas would tease you to no end, while checking the person's background behind your back.

While Zeldris would be lowkey jealous and also try to know about the person, but in a less straight foward way.

You bet Meliodas will chat with the person in private. Just to check them out.

Zeldris will always have his mean look when around this person. Always.

Getting their approval won't be very easy, so when you annouce you started seeing someone, be prepared for a lot of pouting, mean looks and teasing.

Elizabeth and Gelda are going to definitly help you.

Putting both of your brothers in place and make them think about the situation: They are not that different from you.

When Zeldris was fighting with Meliodas you were caught between them.

You love your brother so so so much! but you couldn't stand them fighting one another.

All of this for a miscommunication.

Zeldris pressed you to join him and Meliodas allowed you to chose what to do.

In the end, you stayed neutral between those two and tried to remediate a solution, insisting they should talk things out.

When they made up, you were over the moon.

You sat between your brothers and hugged both of theirs arm.

Meliodas patted your head and Zeldris smiled gently at you.

Both invited you to come to their kingdoms whenever you wished.

Zeldris mentioned you could live with him and Gelda if you wanted.

Meleiodas may get a bit jealous and asked you the same, causing a small argument.

In the end, you decided to just go whenever you wanted, visiting them both.

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Thank you for reading!

[desired-misery]

Serennedy Week: Day 05 Sleeping Arrangements

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Luis has to sleep a particular way. Leon, as Luis learns, doesn't sleep much at all.

Luis has to be supported, in a position that won't twist his lower back or his hips and he elevates his feet to help with swelling and circulation. His nighttime routine, which used to be nothing more than brushing his teeth and perhaps not even changing from the day's clothes if he got home way too late, turns into an honestly exhausting ordeal. Especially if he wants to shower, but that is how it is for him now (and it is the least he deserves for cheating death with the same damn thing that cursed so many others to die). Night is when Luis is most comfortable taking more medication, when the muscle relaxants to help with the pain won't interrupt any of the day's plans— when he isn't expected to do anything but lay in bed or on the couch that Leon had told him, very seriously, that is the most comfortable couch he has ever encountered.

The anxiety that filled Luis when he first invited Leon to spend the night came out of nowhere. He hadn't anticipated the rush of adrenaline through his system because he wasn't expecting anything— or thought Leon was expecting anything— and he didn't have plans because that wasn't something he was comfortable handling yet on top of everything. It caught him so unawares that he couldn't hide it, couldn't control it, because he had never felt that way about even the appearance of someone spending the night; he was always the opposite, the confident and comfortable one that he prided himself on being—

The quickness in which Leon said he could leave if Luis changed his mind, if Luis didn't want him over after all, was so earnest that it settled things before the tears prickling Luis' eyes could form. The smile Leon gives him when Luis can take a steadier breath is reflexively reassuring, and filled with easy relief that Luis accepts such a simple solution. Luis didn't want Leon to leave, not at all, but knowing Leon would be willing to go meant way more than he thought it would (which doesn't make sense, because Leon has never given any indication he would make anything difficult or uncomfortable).

It took Luis a while to learn that Leon does not sleep well. That delayed realization is firmly blamed on the medication that results in Luis being far too groggy to pay attention to much (as designed, so the chronic pain and muscle spasms can leave him alone for at least enough hours to get the rest his body so desperately needs), and Leon very much being himself and not acting like there is anything amiss.

Luis wakes up in pain that breaks through his REM cycle. As he shifts to see if that will help, staring up at the dark ceiling, he hears the very distinct sound of his coffee machine whirring.

"Leon?" Luis calls, making an assumption because if it is anyone else they have bigger problems— and well, if someone wants to break into his apartment to get coffee then they very well can have some if they need it so badly.

The door opens slowly.

"Sorry," Leon says, the darkness of the hallway obscuring everything except for his voice.

"Make me some, too?" Luis asks. He goes to reach for the lamp on his nightstand, but that is too much right now. The gasp that leaves his lungs is not loud, but Leon is always attentive. The hallway light turns on, revealing Leon shifting to lean his weight against the door frame, in a plain white shirt and only boxers. If Luis was in better condition, he would make a point to admire Leon's legs— especially his muscular thighs— but he's not, because his body is unhappy about something— a lot of something, based on how his back seizes when he tries to lay back down so carefully to try to avoid that very problem.

"You good?" Leon asks, too back-lit to parse his expression but Luis knows him well enough to picture the frown he is surely sporting.

"Need to take something stronger," Luis says, giving up and lying back down with a groan that is mostly for dramatics. He gestures at the lamp, which prompts Leon to pad forward on bare feet and turn it on.

"Mixing uppers and downers?" Leon says, with a half-smile when Luis sends him a look that says he isn't in the mood to joke around, or at the least give the feedback that Leon wants. "Can you take it on an empty stomach?"

"Coffee," Luis says.

"That doesn't count," Leon replies, with a softer smile. "Ask me how I know."

Luis groans again, staring up at the ceiling.

"I'll bring you some, too. After you eat something."

Luis mutters an unnecessary amount of obscenely colorful insults in Spanish— and Leon, the bastard, laughs. Because of course Leon has picked up swearing in another language; it is probably the first thing Leon actually learned.

But Leon taking the time to find him something to eat is enough to convince Luis to manage to placate that concern by humoring Leon (it's very valid; Luis has experienced the issues of taking medication on empty stomach when the pill bottles say to do the exact opposite, but most of the time he doesn't care because that pain can never be worse than what it would cause if he tried to get up to find something). And as promised, Leon brings the coffee over.

"Stay," Luis says, patting the other side of the bed that he leaves empty. Just because it is easier to get out of bed if he isn't in the middle of it.

"I don't want to keep you awake," Leon says, hesitating.

"You won't, not when this kicks in," Luis promises.

"I'm a restless sleeper," Leon says, still stalling.

"As long as you don't thrash or kick me in your sleep, you'll be fine." Luis says, intending for another joke.

The smile Leon makes is very decidedly not a smile at all, weak and fleeting. "Exactly."

Damn it— Luis swallows. Of course Leon has nightmares; the man has permanent bags under his eyes. Luis has nightmares, too. He just cannot physically act them out.

"Well, stay until I fall asleep? You don't have to lay down." Luis tries, maybe too hard.

But it must be something Leon wants, too, even thought he has never indicated that he feels the same, because Leon caves with no more convincing. Leon sits on the foot of the bed with his own mug of coffee— so Luis doesn't have to turn his head to look at him, Leon somehow knowing that doing so is not comfortable for him right now, and they talk.

Quietly, about meaningless stuff. Far too soon, Luis feels his tongue get heavy and unruly, and it is getting hard to search for the right words to keep talking. Leon rescues the empty mug from Luis' lap, so it doesn't risk falling onto the floor and shattering.

"Stay," Luis says, hearing the slurred word in his own ears.

"I'll keep the door open," Leon says, whisper-soft. "I'll hear you."

Leon turning off the lamp light feels like a finality, but then, as Leon retreats back into the living room, he pauses at the bathroom to crack that door open, too, and turn that light on so that the hallway doesn't become an empty pit of darkness. Not that it matters to Luis, once he is out (because he really is incapable of being aware of much when he takes this medication), but it means so much, knowing Leon is there, that Leon still continues to choose to stay.

[grimalkinmessor]

MP100 Characters Ranked on How Likely I Think They Would Be To Use The Death Note:

(because I like combining my hyperfixations ✨)

Mogami. I don't think I have to explain this one.

Ritsu. He is going on a killing spree IMMEDIATELY the boy practically IS Light Yagami, his name is literally spelled with the kanji for justice and he already went on one power-hungry crusade, he is RIPE on the Kira tree og

Dimple. He already has the god complex down, he just has to get on board with the whole killing people thing—considering he's already an evil spirit, it wouldn't take much convincing tbh

Shou. He would cause SO much havoc with it but only for fun. For the meme. For the vine. He kills the Queen of England with it and cackles as he watches the ensuing flood of Megamind memes. He would also threaten his dad into compliance with it because the Death Note isn't Battle Based, it's Instadeath. "Ever go on TV and embarrass me like that again and you're going out by dysentery."

Takenaka. He's not a bad kid, but being telepathic would make him incredibly susceptible to wanting to take bad people out before they did anything wrong. Plus just getting them to shut up. That idiot that keeps having vivid erotic fantasy in the middle of science class has ONE more again before Takenaka would embrace his villain arc whole-heartedly. The only reason he's this far down is because I think he'd hesitate.

Tsubomi. I think she'd kill someone just to see if she could get away with it. Then she'd put it away and only bring it out when certain situations arose that needed a Quick Solution™. That girl knows what needs to be done and she does it—she decisive. Anything like Suzuki happens again and she just drops them dead on live television Lind L. Tailor style and then goes on about her day like nothing happened. All heroes wear pretty hair clips 🙏

Tome. I don't know how to explain this one. Vibes. She feels like she'd be gripped by the powerful urge to kill someone but it would take her a lot to go through with actually writing someone's name down. She'd want to test the Death Note first to see if it worked, so that's one person down, but anyone else would need to have either hurt her or her friends irreversibly, and even then it would probably be a one time thing. She'd use it far less than Tsubomi—two people might actually be her max.

Serizawa. I hc that people with psychic powers can see the Death Note's bad jujus or whatever, so he wouldn't have to test it to know it would work, but I still think he'd use it. If he found it while he was still with Claw, he'd use it because it was easier to kill someone that way than with his psychic powers. Even if it he found it after Claw, it'd be the same reasoning. He's definitely killed people in the past and if someone hurt his friends or his mother he'd very much take the easy out of simply writing down a name rather than going for a fight. He'd still feel really bad about it though, so it'd probably only happen once.

Minori. She uses it to see if it's real, finds that it very much is, and then locks it away in her room. She won't use it, but it'll be a constant thought in her mind. A very real temptation.

Emi. She uses it once out of curiosity to see if it's real, then buries it in the woods where no one will ever find it...but she can go back for it if she ever needs it.

Hanazawa. He's reformed but his temper is still something to behold. He's only this far down the list because he's got that "I could kill you with my powers why would I need a book to do it for me" swag ✨

Shimazaki. Similar to Teru but less reformed. "I would just kill you with my powers why would I need a notebook" two electric boogaloo. Plus he's blind and idk if the Death Note takes braille or morse code.

Toichiro. The ULTIMATE "I'll just kill you with my powers I don't fucking need that thing"

Shinra. He wouldn't use it, but he'd absolutely make the mistake of picking it up and handing it over to someone that WOULD use it (cough rising sun psychic division cOugh)

Onigawara. Talks big shit about using it, but would never. Likes to think he COULD use it though, even though he's too upright for it.

Reigen. Picks it up out of curiosity and gets a laugh out of it, but doesn't test it. He's seen enough shit to be cautious though, so he has Mob look it over and then burns it once Mob confirms it's got bad vibes.

Mob. Sees bad vibes. Doesn't even pick it up. Blasts it into ash and goes home without thinking about it again. Buys milk on the way there.

[reggieswriter]

@a-t1r3d-b1s3xual, congratulations! You've been selected as the first person that's connected to a character of my choice!

Your character is The Black Brothers!

Regulus Black and why? :

You are similar to him a couple different ways but not confined to his character all the way.

The way you cope with some things. Instead of getting loud and shouting when hurt or using your fists you get quiet. Calculated. You use this to your advantage. Your quick tongue and witty mind are quiet but strong and when someone hurts you or crosses a line you may not tell them directly but you definitely ensure they know they fucked up. You don't let them get away with it. You show them through your words and not your actions.

Words of Affirmation. Your love language is through words. When clearly not hearing enough of the support and especially not seeing it hearing someone reassure you or even make a promise and follow through is big for you. You've learned people's words aren't always what they mean and that's fine but you also take people by their word more because of this. If someone says they'll do something you expect it to be done. This also applies to when you need support. Even if as little as someone says "I'm here for you." It means a lot. Even if you don't directly show it via actions you show this through your words. "Words have power." Is something you live by without even realizing it at times.

Sirius Black and why? :

Being Sirius Black is one thing but having these attributes is another.

You care deeply for the community you find. If you find the people you love and trust you care for these people. Caring and loving someone is a large difference and you realize that. The people you surround yourself with know you care for them deeply and trust them. Whether it be the larger things everyone notices or the smaller things you think no one notices. You care for these people and that means you fight for them. If someone you love is hurting you find a way to help no matter the means or yourself. This could be a positive attribute or a fatal flaw. Without realizing you make yourself out to be a tragic hero.

Your opinion matters and you know it. Sometimes you have days where you'll let people take the reigns. Perhaps even bite your tongue. But when someone oversteps or you feel an injustice has occurred you might the fire that paves the way for others to walk. You're strong when it comes to justice and equality. You will die on your hill. Especially if it affects your loved ones. You will fight until you die. Your opinions are clear and refreshing and you're always looking for a better solution.

It's so easy for you to care and love others yet you can't seem to find it in yourself to love yourself. The people you love know that you love them. In your own way you show it. Even with all of their flaws you love them. But when you look in the mirror you can't seem to love yourself and your flaws that make you, you. You tend to get stuck in your own head and curse yourself for making the smallest of mistakes. You won't admit this to anyone for fear of being selfish. You know it's not right but you can't find it in yourself to care anymore.

Both of them and why? :

"I love today!" "Let me sleep off my life."

Emotions are constantly high. Your emotions are always clear. They are strangely so straightforward that it's hard to make sense of them. Especially if you feel like you have no reason for that emotion. It's okay to feel. What's not okay is to make yourself feel bad for things you may or may not be able to control. We all have bad days and that includes you. Let yourself feel everything just don't allow it to swallow you whole until you feel nothing again.

A/N : Ilysmmm!! I told you I'd do this at some point and I'm coming for all of you! 💋. I specifically started with you because yours felt the most raw in the moment and honestly you were my first friend that I truly trusted! I love you so much and if you ever need anything don't be afraid to ask!

Tags : @aesthetic-writer18 , @n1xxi3 , @sweetest-thing-in-hell

[bcowlick]

Gonna do some descriptions of the big six because yes (+ Metis) based on my headcannons and writing i do for them. Enjoy!

Zeus: Cocky, and loud. He is prideful and cheerie, smile always on his face. A happy-go-lucky kinda guy, and a bit egocentric, pompous and flashy, to the point he sometimes forgets about considering the people around him, not out of malice, he just sometimes gets lost in the spotlight. Still, a big golden heart lies within him, making him a kind man. Yet, he is not very good at handling things under pressure sometimes.

Poseidon: Emotional and Volatile. Its not just anger, but every emotion Poseidon feels he shows on his skin. As easy as he gets mad he also gets sad and happy, moody as the tides. He gets excited by new things and his love is a deep as the ocean. He's also very silly and funny, a complete riot to be around! He barely has an attention spam but he's trying his best guys.

Hades: Quiet and Cold. He is direct, straight to the point, and seems emotionless to the point to be scary sometimes. Yet don't be decieved for the cold demeanor. He feels the biggest pressure as the eldest and everything he does is always on the sake of protecting his family. Making his action speak louder than his words. That being said, he can be pretty mercyless to those who dare lay fingers upon his loved ones

Hera: Fancy and Ruthless. She's the kind of gal who knows a little thing about EVERYTHING. Yet her being a bit of a bookworm doesn't mean she is soft-spoken. If anything she can be rather cruel and bossy. The gal has a temper but she never looses her razzle dazzle neither. The queen of sarcasm. Still, deep down she's a bit of a nervous wreck trying her best, so maybe the mean attitude is to cover up for an insecurity or two? Who knows?

Demeter: Honest and Firm. A hard-working gal who doesn't mind doing some of the heavy lifting. She sticks to her believes and there's nothing that can move her when she puts her mind to something. Completly obstinated for sure, with no fear to tell the truth as it is. But for as rough as her outside looks, she has a tender heart who cares deeply for her loved ones well-beings. Always making sure their bellies are full and their spirits high. She won't start a fight but she would sure as heck end it.

Hestia: Caring and Gentle. The mom friend 100%. She's not fond of violance in any way, prefering to stay by the sides and support in the combat in other ways. But push her too far and you'll end up burnt. She's the one always making sure her family is doing well, checking constantly on them. Sometimes a bit too much, which can make her anxious and worried sometimes. When her brain starts to worry, its hard to stop it. She stress-bakes. Still, there's no one as sweet, soft-spoken, and caring as Hestia. As the other eldest, she also feels that the family is her personal responsibility.

Metis: Clever and Wild. A cunning gal, nothing escapes her. Metis analizes EVERYTHING. She's quick to come with solutions which is useful when your also quick to get in trouble. Truly the wild card of the team, who has saved their butts in more than one ocassion. Even then, she doesn't consider herself as that important, her low selfsteam blinding her for just how valuable she is for those around her. Alas, she's just a nymph and she isn't even good at been a nymph.

As an extra, i like to think Hera and Metis as two sides of the same coin, which is something i will explore more in the future. They're both clever and very alike, yet deep down they wish they were more like the other.

That's all! Feel free to ask questions for this silly headcannons if you wish fellas!

[multimilfs]

POV POV POV anything from agathas perspective (maaaybe smth jelly or protective 👀 im not picky tho)

hmm, this was a hard (but fun) one! i've been toying with some Agatha POVs in the new chapter(s) so this was a nice little exercise for that. not exactly what you requested, but i hope you like it regardless, darling!! i had so much fun playing around with this!!

also--spoilers for The Reigning Game CH5 below the cut

Agatha's POV:

"Help me up." Agatha demands.

When she inhales, it's choked. There's an odd heat to the feeling of her flesh sliding over the blade. Like the searing pain should be temporary. But it renews again with each breath, forcing adrenaline and rage into her veins.

The rage, so familiar and comforting, calls forth her magic, beckons it forward from that never-ending well somewhere deep in her person. Her power writhes in the same agony she does as soon as it surfaces. It claws at her, desperate for a foothold to pull away from the pain, from whatever is imbued in the fucking sword that makes her unable to rid herself of it. It begs for the pain to end. She cannot make it stop.

She lets loose a long string of curses.

Agatha doesn't know who this Witch is, but when she does she's going to destroy her slowly. She'll turn her magic against her so she feels the never-ending torment of her body unraveling. And when she begs for mercy, Agatha will give it to her; but she won't let her keep it.

Stupid fucking Witch. Stupid plans and you and biding her fucking time when she should just--

"Why should I?"

Agatha freezes. She holds her breath, which is a strange relief for her abdomen, though her lungs scream. She tilts her head back to look at you.

You, beautiful and kind and arrogant and foolish. You, with the sun at your back, surrounding your person in a ring of golden light. You, the problem and solution.

She really knows how to pick them.

There's a desire roiling in your eyes that intrigues her. Bloodlust. It lingers every time you look at her, every time you sit in silence long enough to consider how you might bring her to heel. Yet, in some deep part of her, Agatha knows this bloodlust isn't yours.

You're too still.

"Don't do this. Not now."

Your laugh is quick, easy, wrong, "I never took you for a sore loser, Harkness."

Harkness. Like saying her true name is beneath you; the Witch has kept that much true, at least.

“If you want to win, stab me yourself—don’t profit off of someone else’s fortune.”

She knows you desire her death for yourself, you always have. You've fought her tooth and nail every step of the way. Just like that day.

That day when she had outmaneuvered you, leaving your forces surrounded in the old fortress. Agatha hadn't seen the bodies she leveled, focused solely on meeting you halfway, as if called by some outside force. The blood had clung to her skirts though.

Upon her approach, you had wasted no time. You lunged, a flurry of blows and slashes so fast even she fought to keep up. You danced around the bodies she left trailing behind her. Even with the advantage of age and power you were quicker, flitting in and out of space before she could fathom how to catch you. A Goddess of beauty and rage and determination.

Agatha's familiar enough with manipulation--familiar enough with you--to see through the clumsy attempt.

Your head tilts, observing her like a specimen in a jar. Agatha's magic still roils and writhes within her, equal parts desperate to escape the pain and eager to prod you until the emotion in your eyes is your own. How dare that Witch alter what is already perfect?

“You don’t get it, do you?” You ask, “Being rid of you is winning. How it happens is irrelevant.”

The way out, wickedly deposited into her lap.

Agatha smirks through the pain.

Winning. Winning for whom? Not those masses your heart bleeds for. The poor and downtrodden Agatha rarely spares a thought for, but whom you had gone to war to defend.

The woven mask cracks, a hint of you peeking through. Her eyes rake down your form. Her head tilts. It's a shame, really; such a stunning example of fury, butchered by ham-handed manipulation.

“You’d be beautiful like this—if it was really you.”

the original scene (for context):

Lightness sweeps through your limbs. Walking away now would be so easy. It is your turn to have the last word.

“Help me up.” Agatha demands.

Her chest rises, though stutters each time as the pain of her flesh sliding over the blade renews. Under her breath she lets loose a string of obscene curses.

You tilt your head, your own voice sounding far away, “Why should I?”

Agatha freezes. For the first time since falling, she looks at you. You’re struck by the change in circumstances; not long ago it was you kneeling at her feet, begging. You’re seized by the desire to feel her beg.

You want to hold her heart in your hands and squeeze.

“Don’t do this. Not now.”

The laugh comes too easy, “I never took you for a sore loser, Harkness.”

“If you want to win, stab me yourself—don’t profit off of someone else’s fortune.”

You stare at her, hard; the paling of her skin, the way her fingers are clenched in the grass, palm sputtering purple. Her eyes are furious. There’s also something else there you can’t quite place.

“You don’t get it, do you?” You ask, “Being rid of you is winning. How it happens is irrelevant.”

Agatha’s lips pull into a smirk. It lacks the usual strength, but you still find yourself unmoored—fear creeping in where triumph was moments earlier.

Her eyes drag over you. Her own head tilts.

“You’d be beautiful like this—if it was really you.”

You can’t breathe.

[marshmallowprotection]

How would Saeyoung help out an mc with BFRB?

Saeyoung understands what it feels like to be drawn by a compulsion you can't control. He's got a few nervous ticks of his own, but they've never been bad enough to cause him duress. They exist, sure, but he hasn't thought about them beyond the realization that he can't work if he's pulling his hair or biting his tongue. He needs his hands to stay busy so anytime he feels the urge to grasp at himself, he smacks his hands away and forces himself to continue typing.

The itch may be there but he's so paranoid about getting into trouble that he's taught himself to ignore that feeling. But, you can still see it show up whenever he's anxious. He paces back and forth, he digs his nails into his palm, he taps his foot, and he fidgets with whatever the closest thing to him is. It may not be the same as what you deal with on a day to day basis, but he's got a fundamental understanding of a sensation that crops up that you can't always control.

It just happens.

He understands that nail biting, hair pulling, cheek biting, and skin picking can be so distressing when it begins to affect parts of your daily life. Biting your nails down to the quick can make grabbing and opening things difficult. Pulling your hair can cause bald patches or dry spots. Biting your cheek can cause sores and cuts that don't heal as quickly because they're exposed to saliva. Skin picking can lead to rashes and scars.

All of these factors can chip away at not only someone's self-confidence, but their comfort, too.

It's easy to beat yourself up about this because people think this behavior is something you can turn off and on, but it's not. This isn't something someone can just turn off or on! It's second-nature once you get used to it, and without thinking, it'll just happen even if you catch yourself in the moment. It's nothing to be ashamed of, and if it pains you, it's okay to be honest about it. Nobody should beat you up about this sort of thing.

That doesn't make anyone feel better, it just teaches them to stay silent.

Suffering in silence is not the way Saeyoung wants you to live your life. He wants you to be comfortable admitting when you're having a hard time. He wants to know you can lean on him when you need his support. Everything that you've done for him is what he wants to do for you. So, where are you having the most distress? What can he do to make it better? It comes down to your specific circumstances as to how he will help you feel better!

One trick may not work for the next compulsion, but he's a smart guy, always thinking on his feet to find something that'll help you better than he did the last time. The cat robot is actually where he sticks a good chunk of his focus. He figures if he can install things onto Meowy that emulate the sensation your hands are seeking, it might make things easier on you.

It won't make it go away overnight, but he knows having something to grasp and fiddle with that isn't going to hurt your body can make a difference. If he can't implement something onto Meowy, he'll look to see if there's something he can invent that'll help you. That's what he does, after all. He tinkers, looking for solutions and tools to make your life easier, and while it may take him a while to find the right angle, he knows he'll find something that'll ease your discomfort eventually.

In the mean time, he's great at emotional support. If you want to stroke his back, play with his hair, and hold him to keep your hands busy, by all means, he's happy to be a stress ball! Talk to him all you want about what's on your mind and perhaps, being with him will be just enough to cut out the itch for a few minutes to prod at your body.

However, he can do these things all day but they won't mean anything if he's not verbally supporting you as well. Everybody wants to know they are not to blame for something they're struggling with, and it's not a shortcoming on their part if it's difficult to stop or to find ways to feel comfortable in their skin again.

It's not asking that much of someone to be given the bare minimum, but just remember your value and you deserve more than a simple pat on the back. Your partner should be putting in the same amount of work as you because that's what relationships are about! Even if we can't meet people in the middle, it's important to show that you're trying. 

"Listen, sugar star, I know you're down on yourself about this. But, I know you're not getting anywhere by beating yourself up about it. There are a lot of things we can do to make this easier on you, but if you spend all night beating yourself up for not being able to control it, all you're really going to do is make yourself feel bad."

"We both know that this isn't something you can turn off in a flash. Here, why don't you hold my hands for a while so you can focus on them for a little bit? If the urge to move is strong, don't feel bad if you have to let go, just know that you can take my hand whenever you need it and fiddle with my fingers as much as you like."

[borrowedtimeandspace]

Twins Tidbit

So...you guys really liked Syzy and Hinge.

I do get it, they are cuties. While the bulk of the story they appear in is largely unwritten, their reception did motivate me to start on it. I have enough to post here, that won't give away too much about what sort of story they're involved in. Gotta keep some mystery to them!

For now, have a short about the twins on a borrowing run.

Inspired by the entry 'Sweet Tooth' from this list of g/t prompts.

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Syzy huffed as she straightened her back, wiping away the sweat that plastered her light blonde hair to her brow under her wool hood. 

She had half a mind to throw back her hood and rip off her knitted sleeves, but she knew they were important to have on. Syzy and her family were particularly fair-featured, which made it harder to disappear in dark spaces. Covering up as much skin as possible and keeping her light blonde hair tied back and hidden under a hood was an easy enough solution, even if it was slightly inconvenient that Syzy chose to wear warmer materials when she didn't need to.

How was she to know it would be so warm in early spring? Living below the streets of London made it difficult to accurately plan for how warmly to dress when on a borrowing trip.

Not to mention that it was stuffy in the junk drawer she and her twin brother cracked open to borrow from. She did her best to make it a quick run, though exerting herself to hurry probably didn't help either.

She'd grabbed enough to make it worthwhile. A few elastic bands, stray buttons, a couple of small, round batteries, and two bundles of matches. One bundle was simply tied up like a bunch of firewood, the other latched to the bottom of her borrowing knapsack, both secured with black sewing thread. At her scale, it acted as a sturdy cord for all sorts of purposes.

Syzy hoisted up the free bundle to toss out of the drawer and up onto the countertop before she began to climb out. Matches were hefty, but incredibly handy to have in the community. Handy and disposable in equal measure, so bringing home a few wouldn't amount to much in the long run. She wasn't about to let her brother get away without carrying half of those matches.

“Right,” she murmured as she pulled herself out of the drawer, breathing in the blissfully cooler fresh air. “Let's get this tied onto your–”

She froze when she glanced around and didn't see her brother there.

“Hinge?” she hissed, panic rising. He was supposed to be keeping watch, to warn her of any approaching humans or other dangers.

She didn't have to look far to find him. That panic quickly shifted to frustration when she saw what he was up to.

Snatching the matches, Syzy stormed across the kitchen countertop to the shallow bowl of candy sitting all by itself. And the fellow darkly-dressed, inches-tall figure standing beside it, scooping a piece at a time into a drawstring pouch.

“What the hell is wrong with you??” she scolded, giving her brother a light punch in the shoulder. That finally got his attention, and he jumped back in startlement. Hinge glanced sheepishly between his sister and the massive bowl of sweets, tucking back the locks of strawberry blond curls that had fallen into his face under his hood.

“I– Well– Oh c'mon, sis, it's Smarties!” he insisted with big turquoise puppy-dog eyes. “It's chocolate in there, look!” To emphasize, he pointed further into the bowl to one of the flat, round pieces of candy that had broken in half, revealing the chocolatey center under the sugar coating.

Syzy batted at his hand. “We're supposed to be borrowing here,” she reminded him, “not taking sweets. You're never gonna eat all of that anyway!”

“It's not just for me!” Hinge argued, holding up his pouch for Syzy to see. He'd already packed about six or seven pieces into it, each about the same size if not larger than his head. “They never leave stuff like this out. We could make decent trading with these! I'm not the only one back home who just wants something sweet.”

Though her mouth opened, not a single comeback came to Syzy’s mind. He did have a point there.

Since borrowers didn't have any sense of currency, bartering was the name of the game down in the communities. Supplies were easy enough to gather in the city above, and plenty of their people had skills suited for things other than borrowing, services they could offer one another in exchange for supplies. Or rare treats, depending on what suited one's fancy.

At sixteen years old, Syzy and Hinge were more familiar with trading than borrowing in terms of practice. Their parents had only begun to trust them alone on borrowing runs like this within the last year or so. While the sister had honed her skills to make sure she was prepared for anything that might happen in the upper world of human beings, it seemed the brother had been paying more attention to the details of things that would not only be useful to gather, but valuable.

Syzy scoffed and rolled her eyes. “Fine. But you're the one who's gonna carry all that junk, and your share of the matches,” she grumbled, shoving the tied bundle into his arms.

The look of triumph Hinge had dropped as he scrambled to steady the sudden weight of the matches along with the sack of candy. To mimic his sister, he gave an eye roll of his own and shot back, “Fine.”

With their squabbling over, the siblings fell into sync. Hinge shifted things in his grip to start shrugging his pack off, while Syzy pulled a length from her roll of thread and unsheathed her dagger (the metal part of a tiny portable seam ripper, removed from its casing and sharpened into a proper weapon) to cut it free with a flick of her wrist. If they each took one end of the bundle, they could get it tied to Hinge's pack in half the time.

Then, simultaneously, they stiffened. Something felt off to them, and they looked up from their respective tasks and out toward the large windows on the back doors. Through them, Syzy and Hinge had a perfect view of the garden out back, and the shed tucked in the far corner.

Horror struck them as the shed door swung open, and a human strolled out, immediately followed by a second one!

[blackbirdffxiv]

A lengthy ass-post about poly-shipping no one asked for

So I'm gonna go ahead and choose passive aggressive violence, in the form of an informative, lengthy as fuck post I think some folks need to read.

I won't be adding the post here, as I don't wish to direct potential harassment to the original poster (no matter how heinous I found a majority of the list), but if you're on twitter/"X", I'm sure you've seen a lengthy notepad list of RP "hot takes".

While I agreed with some of the points made, I feel it necessary to clarify some things, particularly about the points regarding polyamorous shipping.

If you don't want to read the blurb between here and the actual point list, just scroll down until you see green font.

Most know that I myself play a polyamorous character; I ship my character with other characters belonging to different players. I've been poly-ship for YEARS, so I feel I have some experience and can say some things about it.

Some points made in the "hot takes" list alluded to people using polyamorous shipping/multi-shipping as an excuse to just ERP and mess around with multiple people without consequence.

Sadly, yes, this does happen. It's unfortunate that selfish people only looking for specific things use it as an excuse for their behavior, but the only thing people can do is be aware of what to look out for when it comes to polyamorous shipping.

So rather than allow a negative light be painted on a valid means of shipping and roleplaying your characters in relationships, I think a quick lesson is needed.

Disclaimer: these are just my personal opinion on how I feel polyships should be handled, and some red flags I have seen during my time being a polyamorous OC player. By no means is this a rulebook, more like a guide so new and veteran roleplayers alike can be aware.

What a responsible poly-shipper will do:

Introduce you to their other partners - Communication is key in any relationship, this is not just for monogomous ships, but even moreso for polyamorous. A poly OC player will be open to introducing you to their other partners; while no one expects you to be best friends, it's good to be aware of just who else you'll possibly be regularly seeing around.

Share time and effort among your partners equally - A polycule relationship should be even across the board; one partner should not be treated better than the other. Treating one or more partners better than the other(s) is just a recipe for people getting hurt, both IC and OOC.

Be open and up front at the very beginning of IC interactions - A poly OC player will be up front and honest about the nature of their character if they have an interest in possibly shipping with you, or in case the possibility of it happening is there.

Encourage communication and prioritize problem-solving - This isn't just for poly ships, but ships in general. A good writing partner will encourage and WANT you to tell them about how you feel with the ship, especially if it's a problem with an easy solution.

Always make it known if they wish to bring another partner into the polycule & pose an introduction OOC - This is the most important part of being in a poly ship, making sure EVERYONE knows if there is someone new who will be joining the ship, and making introductions before a ship is made.

What a responsible poly ship player wouldn't/shouldn't do:

Hide the status of their ships - If your partner is hiding who they are shipping with from you, in my experience, this just means a person is going behind their partner's back (and is possibly cheating on them).

Brush off any possible issues you may be having with one of the partners in the ship - A responsible partner would aim to mediate the situation, and listen to all sides.

Discourage their poly partners from seeking other partners - Not every poly OC is monogomous with their poly partner, sometimes one poly OC will be shipped with another poly OC. Your partner would not expect you to drop your other ships to be with them while they continue their own, they should respect your decision to ship with your other partners.

Keep attempts to ship with other characters a secret - A responsible poly partner will make it known when they are attempting to or want to ship their OC with another as soon as intentions and wants are known. Not after a ship is already established.

Discourage those in the polycule ship from associating with each other - A partner in a healthy polycule would never discourage their partners from associating with each other; intentional separation more than likely is a means of hiding something, such as blatant favoritism, or even to keep ships a secret (in my experience).

Anyways I'll get off my soap box. I apologize for the lengthy post, but some things I've been seeing regarding this hot takes list were so blatantly heinous, I just felt like something should be said.

Have a good evening y'all; hug your pets, tell your friends you love them, and don't let jaded people online project their problems onto you.

Stay golden

[phoebe-delia]

For your eight nights of Drarry event, what about “I get drunk on jealousy.”

Drunk on Jealousy

And for the finale of Eight Drarry Nights 2023, I am honored to write this for @xx-thedarklord-xx. Sam, I hope you know by now just how much I love your work. Apologies that this is so late. It's been a rough week (shoutout to my discord friends for the sweet support! You guys are amazing). But I wanted to give this proper time, which I haven't had until now. So, without further ado, here we go! And, of course, Happy (belated, now) Hanukkah.

Featuring: a secret relationship, possessive!Harry, and a Draco who is determined to drive Harry crazy—in the best way—until he snaps.

At this point, I'm starting to think the pint in your hand is just for show. You've hardly touched it. I'd wager you're entirely sober.

You come to pub nights with our colleagues, every other Friday, yet you hardly drink anymore. Would you be surprised that I've noticed? When have I not noticed you, Potter?

I've seen you watching me. You're not being very subtle; if you want to keep this a secret, you're going to have to tear your eyes away from my arse. Not that I want you to, mind you. I always want your eyes on me.

Have you caught on to my game yet? You're an ex-Auror. Use your talents of deduction. I flit and flirt my way through the pub, talking to everyone but you, but it's always your bed I come back to, isn't it? Meanwhile, you stew and scowl and glare at me from the corner of the pub as if you don't know the foregone conclusion.

Silly Potter. There's an easy way to get me to end this; a quick, surefire solution to this self-inflicted torture. You'd just have to march over here with that big, tough Chosen One bravado, scoop me into your arms, and kiss me the way you usually do when no one's around. No one else would dare touch me again, and we'd finally be free from sneaking around. Win-win.

But you're trying to be a gentleman. You're trying to "give me my space" and let me bring our relationship out of the proverbial closet when I'm ready. It's admirable; very touchy-feely-sweet-Gryffindor of you.

But I've had enough. I'm ready for more. I'm sure you'd say that I could simply tell you. But where's the fun in that? It's much more entertaining for me to see you get all worked up, jaw clenching with every smirk I throw your way as I talk and laugh and flirt with other men.

Tonight, though, I think you've finally realized. Or, at least, you're going to lose it. I'm talking to—what did he say his name was? Greg? Thomas? I'm not sure, but it won't matter in a moment. You're gripping that pint like it's personally offended you; I'm almost afraid it's going to shatter in your hand.

From the corner of my eye, I see you all but slam it on the table, the drink sloshing a bit over the rim. While the rest of the pub is too rowdy to notice, your tablemates startle and look at you with alarm. But you're glaring at me. I just deepen my smirk and raise my eyebrow at you.

You rise from your seat, letting your chair fall over behind you, and stride purposefully over to me.

Good.

That's it.

Come and get me.

[retphienix]

I'mma ramble for a second.

I think the silly haha minigames in Abiotic Factor are ingenious solutions to a distinctly "not fun" trapping of the genre.

Not "Universal" solutions, but solutions I think A GENUINELY SIZEABLE PORTION of the genre would be better off adopting.

Sleeping in survival games is boring; It often forces all the players in a multiplayer setting (which many of these games encourage) to sync up and stop playing the game at the same time so they can skip through the night, or they annoy a player in that group who wanted to do night stuff or vice versa etc.

Sleeping in more hardcore titles just forces more and more micromanaging such as if you're in a coop game where one player has some variant of "sleep deprivation" and the other has the opposite- now you have someone desperate to sleep all the time but unable to do the "fast forward" option many of these games implement because their partner isn't tired.

As much as Project Zomboid is one of my favorite games ever, I can't say "sleep in a multiplayer session" is high on my list of positives for the game both in terms of the literal implementation and in how it forces me and my buds to use similar perks or modify the server to allow us to not go absolutely mad from how our sleep schedules struggle to line up naturally.

Now the "solution" for this last case has always been "Well, just don't pick different perks then" but isn't THAT a problem?

So here comes Abiotic Factor going "What if sleep didn't advance time and didn't need to be synced in any way" "What if sleep was a per-player mini-game where you can speed up how long you're stuck sleeping by doing well, and the mini-game has a longer base-time based on how tired you are" and bam, a lot of things got improved all at once.

Because sleep in Abiotic Factor doesn't demand your fellow players bend their playstyle to your will, it instead lets YOU feel in control of it entirely. You're guy has sleepy disease? Well then YOUR gameplay will be influenced by that as you'll be seeking out couches and beds to catch quick cat-naps in, but you won't be dragging down the experience for everyone else because of it!

Also the decision to make sleep not fast forward time, but instead be game-ified like this honestly does give you the "feeling" of managing your various survival health stats while still letting you experience all aspects of the game-world's time states (IE: You still feel like you're managing your little science guy, but you also get to interact with day AND night threats instead of effectively missing half of it because you're sleeping through it).

Pooping is another layer of improvement in my opinion, because so many of these games give you 50 bars to micro manage but it all really boils down to "eat and move around and sleep".

Meanwhile Abiotic goes "Hey, the bars in this game all have some gameplay tied to them to encourage some fun. Scavenge, farm, or kill for food. Boil, filter, or scavenge for water. Keep an eye on your sleep with a small minigame aaaaaand poop."

All of them are tied to figuring out solutions- finding the thing that fulfills you, or building it. Finding couches or making a bed. Finding fresh water or figuring out a solution for it. Finding food or figuring out a source of food. Poop is just straight up another entertaining bar.

The solution to it is exploring the world for an easy to access toilet, or making one. It's VERY similar to sleep in that respect, and handled the same with a minigame.

I got lost in the sauce a bit but basically, Abiotic took a very smart approach to their micromanage bars- one that SPECIFICALLY emphasized FUN instead of just being there because it's expected to be there.

Food is pretty entertaining in this game. It's usually entertaining in these types of games, but I really do enjoy the variety of solutions here- everything from farming vending machines to hunting to cooking feel valuable to the pursuit- it's well handled!

Same with water as mentioned, lots of solutions, it makes it rewarding to tackle the problem.

Sleep is almost universally an "Unfun" part of these games. Not a NEGATIVE exactly, but there's nothing "fun" about sleep in these games- and Abiotic said "Why not?" and just made it non-intrusive to coop gameplay and turned it into a minigame that doesn't force you to skip hours of game-time. Genius!

And pooping is just a fun addition- a fun bar to manage- a silly one that has more depth than initially grasped. Because yes it encourages exploration which in itself is great, but it ALSO gives an early game risk reward of providing farming material in return for an easily dispelled debuff, and for those seeking to solve a problem there is a means to turn this bar into a resource with no debuff by making your own toilet.

It exclusively adds to the gameplay and fun instead of being a survival bar for survival bar's sake.

I struggled to convey my ideas because this is all one keysmash ramble, but basically I think Abiotic Factor did a good job at taking genre trappings and turning them into fun gameplay. Nice :)

[dustfeel]

𝐓𝐨𝐨 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐮𝐧 (Icarus/Anti Tulpar Au)

Summary:

Life at the Icarus was never easy, everyone seem to be at edge, just waiting to snap and push people around because they feel like it, they've been working together for years though the loathing only gets bigger. Now, things may be getting worse, of course it was a matter of time before Curly got tired of the crew and crashed the ship, and everyone else is losing it.

(Anti Tulpar/Icarus AU created by Cosmospaghetti on X. OC content, don't like don't read, it's first pov though, so can be read as reader too. Will follow the storytelling of the game but include a bit of my own headcanons.)

Chapter 2. 2 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐡

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"This is stupid. We won't take anything from the cargo, in case you all have forgotten it will get discounted from our payment." Daisuke adjusted his glasses, pulling it up and pinching his nose bridge before putting the glasses back down.

"You want to talk about stupidity? In case you have forgotten, we won't be getting any paycheck if we're dead!" Anya snapped, crossing her arms her voice sharp. She have been on edge more than usual since the incident.

"Let's all take a deep breath and calm down, alright? We need to think this through carefully, yelling won't give us a solution." Swansea tried to calm us down, which gets Daisuke to scoff, ready to give him a sarcastic reply but getting interrupted before he could.

"There may be something that could help us, maybe a way to communicate the rescue ship, or some ingredients and food. We're going to die either way, may as well do it well fed." I said, my voice muffled by my arms that I'm using as a pillow while my head is laid on the table, my eyes closed.

"Regardless, it's not like you would eat the food." Daisuke mumbled, rolling his eyes at me. "Mind your own business." I look up at him, my eyebrows furrowing as we exchange glares.

"How would we get into the cargo hold though?" Jimmy asked, fidgeting with his fingers. "The emergency alternate code, obviously. Find the captain's code scanner, get the code, we get in. That's the basic from the safety manual." With a sigh, I lay my head back on the table.

"Most of us have actual jobs to do and not free time to read like you, Miyuki." Daisuke takes a sip from his coffee, his eyes judgemental as he looks at me. "That's enough, focus, let's go get that scanner." Anya stood up, walking away from the table and out of the lounge room.

Without a word, I also stand up and leave. I walk to the medbay, "I dont think I gave Curly his meds." The thought is confirmed when I hear Curly's agonizing pain chokes. I open the door.

Curly is laying on the medbay bed, squirming uncomfortably, he stops when he sees me with his only working eye, probably because he knows what I'm here for: The same I have been doing since he crashed the ship.

"Time for your painkillers, Cap." I grab the painkiller's bottle, taking out a single one. "I bet you're loving this, hm? Seeing me do my job as a nurse, I mean, not an "useless burden" like you always said. Well, it's not like anyone else would give you these if not me, and I can't sleep if you're being too loud. It'll be quick, okay?"

Making sure to not put a lot of pressure against his teeth in order to not hurt him, I open Curly's mouth with a hand, giving him the pill with the other. It doesn't take long, it is disgusting, sure, but I can't let him suffer like this.

When I'm done, I look at him for a moment. It's weird to see the so praised independent captain stuck into a cage of a body; no legs, no arms, no skin, needing someone else to take care of him, it's ironical how that someone is me. The rest of the crew couldn't care less if Curly is in pain or not.

My thoughts are cut off by the sound of someone clearing their throat, I turn around to face the person. "I... uhm... how he's doing?" I look back at Curly. "Calm now that he took his meds. He'll keep that way for the next 12 hours, probably." Jimmy took a few steps, standing by my side.

"About the emergency code... It's a good plan, really, but no one knows where it may be. Do you have any idea?" Jimmy scratches the back of his neck nervously. "If not stuck deep into the foam, on the cockpit. No one went there after the crash." Jimmy seems surprised by my answer, as if he was expecting me to cuss him out or something.

"Maybe Anya could help you, ask her." I say with a sigh, fixing my hair bun. "I can do it alone, she wouldn't want to help me anyway." Jimmy turns to leave the room, but stops in his tracks. "Thank you, Miyuki." I give him a head nod as a response after a moment, his eyes light up and he smirks at me before leaving.

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HELOOOOO GUYSSS I'm on exam week but ofc I edited the chapter sooner to post it today. Can't leave yall hanging🫡

I love writting the crew's interactions, it's so funny to me LMAOOOOO btw, I'm using the AU's Creator's relationship map to build the narrative and personality.

I hope this chapter was fun to read as much as it was fun to write. Thanks for reading, see yall next week!